This idea came to me from the movie Grey after watching one of the characters drown.
I do not own Twilight nor do I own the movie, Grey.
Chapter 1:
Waking up I looked over to see my beautiful girlfriend laying on her stomach, the sheet barely covering her waist. At 22 she's tiny but with curves I love to roam my hands over. At 24 I was the exact opposite. Where she was tiny at 105 pounds and short standing at 5'2, I stood at 6'2 weighing about 200 pounds with lean muscles. Bella at one time called me a sculpted greek god. I laughed so hard at her and she did admit that she sounded a little ridiculous herself. She always told me she loved that I could cocoon her in my arms. It made her feel safe and loved. She always looked so fragile to me but she was so fucking strong. Where I was strong physically, she was strong emotionally having lived not the easiest life.
Her parents died when she was just 10 years old in a car accident and not having any other family members she bounced from foster homes until she got herself emancipated at 16, moved near Duke where she wanted to go to school, gained residency for two years and then got scholarships to Duke at 18. And that's how we met, through a photography class at Duke when she was 18 and I was 20. For me all I had to see was her beautiful smile light up the room and I fell instantly. It took her a couple of months to fall for my charm however. I practically groveled at her feet till she did. We've been inseparable since. I know I'm a fucking pussy when it comes to her. She has me wrapped around her tiny finger. Carlisle and Esme, my parents fucking love her more than they love me, I swear. But I wouldn't have it any other way. She needs that love she lost as a child. Yesterday we found out she landed the job as a Journalist and Photographer and National Geographic. She would be joining me and I couldn't wait. We both went to school for photojournalism we learned, after having that class together. We've traveled all over the world after I graduated school. She did Independent study so she could travel and do school at the same time. But our main stay is here in Seattle. We love the city and outdoors so it was the perfect place and close to my parents who live in Forks.
I was waking her up in celebration of getting the job. 5 years later and we still can't keep our hands off of eachother. Distracted from my thoughts I see her rich, curly mahogany hair spread across the pillow. One shiny leg was peeking out, bent at the knee while the other laid straight out and I glided my hands up it. My hand could wrap around her calf she was so small. I lightly grazed her covered ass and smoothed up her back. My lips trailing behind. "Wakey wakey", I whispered. I brushed her messy hair, from our night of love making, away from her face and placed a kiss on her cheek. My hand went back down pushed the sheet away, kneading her ass then slipped a finger inside of her. "Ugh", she whimpered. "That's it Bella, wake up", I crooned. Her hand moved to grip the pillow as I added another finger pumping in and out. She writhed on the sheets seeking friction to her sweet spot. " Please Edward." She moaned. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Please what? Baby?" With my other hand I splayed my large hand on her hip pulled her up a fraction while her stomach stayed on the bed and moved my thumb to circle her clit. "Please fuck you?" I questioned her. She cried out. Suddenly I replaced my fingers with my cock and she screamed out not expecting it. She whimpered over and over in high pitched cries every time I thrusted. I moved my hand up her back and gently gripped her hair pulling her head back. She loved that shit, getting rough here and there. "Oh God Edward she whined", "That's it baby come for me." Once, twice, three times I pumped and she screamed my name and spilled all over my cock , her hips still moving sporadically, fingers above her head, clenching the pillow and I continued to pound her till I roared and spilled inside of her..
I rolled her over, her stomach still clenching, chest still heaving for breath, Panting I pushed her sweaty hair away and just looked at her with so much love. Regaining her breath she smiled up at me and I kissed her still swollen lips from last night. "Mmm" she moaned into my mouth. "Well good morning to you too handsome." She smiled, eyes twinkling up at me. "God I love you Bella so fucking much." Sensing I needed to tell her out of fear of this being a dream and disappearing. "I love you too Edward," she frowned cradling my cheek. I laid down on my back and pulled her to my sweaty chest her head resting above my heart. I frowned too feeling a sense of foreboding and just clutched her tighter. How can I feel this way when I'm about to propose?