Wake up Call

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer

As I opened my eyes to the bright morning sun, I felt an extreme sense of blissfulness. Everything that we did last night flooded through my head: his lips brushing down from my mouth to my breast, down to my womanhood. His cool hands fondling my heated, erect breasts, and his manhood inside me. It was like rewinding a movie and replaying it again and again.

I clasped my hand to my chest to keep my heart from exploding out of it.

It was until then I grasped the thin layer of a tank top, that I realized I was wearing clothes. I knew when I fell asleep I was naked. I could think of only one way I was dressed now. Edward, worried that I would get cold using his chest as my pillow, even when it's blazing hot on the island.

"Edward." I said.

He didn't answer.

I looked down to see that his eyes were closed and his body relaxed. It was almost as if he was sleeping.

Right, like I was gonna fall for that. I thought. Vampires can't sleep. If they could, why didn't he tell me?

I shook him as hard as I could, knowing I wouldn't budge him, even a little otherwise.

"Ed-" I stopped, getting an evil idea. "Okay, if your not going to open your eyes, I'm to have a little fun with you."

I told him I didn't like wearing clothes to bed when it's this hot out. If he's going to keep dressing me, he's gonna get my revenge.

I threw my right leg over his abdomen, so I was sitting on the defined abs of his six-pack. I ran my fingers over his chest, his shoulders, his neck, and then finally caressing his face.

I saw his lips twitch for the briefest second, but his eyes remained shut.

I smiled and placed my lips in the same path my hands made: Streaming over every inch of his chest, up to his face.

He still didn't move- Damn it

I looked behind me and noticed his boxer briefs and got another idea. "Okay Edward, if you're really sleeping, then you won't mind me doing this." I said, sliding down to his legs, placing my hands on the waistband of his boxers.

I slid them down as far as I could to expose his erection. I took one more look at his face: no sign of waking up. "Have it your way." I said before I placed him into my mouth, stroking him where I couldn't reach.

I felt really strange. I used to be so afraid of these kinds of acts and now I was basically addicted to them because of him. He, his body; the urge to have him inside me was my kind of heroin like my blood was to him. I moaned in uncontrollable pleasure, as I tasted him until I pulled away to breath.

I looked over him again: his face was tense and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. He liked that, I didn't need to ask, or (If I could) read his mind to know that. "No I'll do something else."

I pulled my shirt over my head to expose my breasts, but I wasn't as embarrassed as I used to be and laid over to where my chest was resting over his and cocked my head to his throat.

I started planting kisses from the left to right of his neck and sunk my teeth into him afterwards as hard as I could, knowing it didn't work on his granite skin and sucking that area.

Within the following seconds, I was flipped over with my back on the mattress in a shower of kisses from my face, down to the waistband of my shorts, and back up again.

I couldn't restrain the snickers escaping through my lips.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's not polite to interrupt someone when they're sleeping." He whispered in my ear.

"That doesn't apply to vampires who can't sleep."

He chuckled and went back to kissing me, stopping to suck on my breasts.

I gasped and moaned at the electric sensations flying through every vein in my body.

"You took your shirt off but not your shorts?" he whispered when he reach my ear.

"You're… the one who… put them on." I said when he was licking down my midsection.

Instead of answering, he stood on my knees and tore my shorts and panties off in one fluid movement, and kissing up my leg until his lips were at my folds.

"May I?" He asked in a teasing tone.

I nodded unable to form coherent words to answer with.

He groaned and lowered his lips to my folds, delving his tongue into me.

I shrieked in the ethereal pleasure streaming through my body like I was just struck by lightning.

He stopped, hesitating from the shriek.

"Don't you dare stop." I gasped, wishing more than anything right now that he'd keep giving me that feeling of mind-blowing pleasure.

I cupped my left breast in my left hand and reached my right hand over my head and squeezed the sheets there.

His hands worked to hold my thighs where they were.

I looked down to see he was watching me. No doubt wanting to see my climax, which was coming, and soon.

When it came, I threw my head back and arched my back, screaming his name over and over again.

He waited until I was calm again to pull out and move up to my side again, kissing my lips.

I yawned, Damn it! How can I be tired now?

He laughed and pulled me on to his chest.

He started humming my lullaby.

Next time," I mumbled, "just leave the clothes off."

He laughed again and continued my lullaby.

I was asleep in seconds.

A/N I may do this in Edward's POV, but let me know what you think.