The Gap On Page 85
Disclaimer: I do not own Bella or Edward, regretfully. Property of Stephenie Meyer.
"Don't be afraid," I murmured. "We belong together.
I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words. This moment was so perfect, so right, there was no way to doubt it.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me against him, summer and winter. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was a live wire.
"Forever," he agreed, and then pulled us gently into deeper water… (belongs to Stephenie Meyer)
My hand was turning numb in his cold grasp, but I didn't mind, not at all. The warm water of the tropical ocean pushed against me, as if willing me to return to the beach, instead of invading its warm flow. The push and pull of the water had me swaying gently, my feet digging into the soft sand underneath me to keep my balance. Not that I really needed to, for Edwards hands grasped my shoulders lightly, steadying me.
The cold brush of his fingers a wonderful contrast to the now waist high warm water.
"Easy, love."
He said carefully, his golden eyes appraising me gently, as if his stare alone could keep me from falling over. I mentally snorted, his stares made me fall over and I couldn't think of a time where they wouldn't hold that same power over me. Instead, I lifted my eyes to meet his and smiled gently, trying to force all the certainty into my eyes, trying to tell him what my words couldn't.
That I was fine, that I would always be more than fine when he was around.
As if my message was heard, he leaned down, eyes smouldering and cupped my face gently. His hands oddly a degree warmer. Probably due to the odd, tropical water. I leaned in for a kiss but he pulled away slowly, a small chuckle rumbling from his chest when I tried to force my lips to reach his.
"Stop teasing me."I whispered, my voice oddly gruff even to my own ears. That wiped the smile off his face in an instant. He leaned down once again, and I could already feel my heart accelerating, anxiously waiting for him to make it skip. But instead of kissing me like I had expected, once again he stopped. But this time millimetres away from my lips. He blew softly and I let his sweet scent waft over me like a drug, the addiction almost painful. I felt my eyes flutter back into my skull but suddenly Edwards cold hands were on either side of my temple, pulling the skin around my eyes gently. It was plain he wanted my attention, but what could be more important than his sweet breath seeping and leaking into my pores, stinging the back of my throat with need?
I begrudgingly opened my heavy eyelids to see Edwards probing, questioning eyes. I felt my brow crease, what did he want?
Edward continued to gaze into my eyes with that same maddening look. A question he didn't want to ask aloud.
"What?" I asked him, and allowed my head to cock to the side.
He smiled gently at me but didn't say a word, the curve of his lips drawing my attention to them. An almost irresistible desire to kiss him floated to the front of my brain, making it my first priority. I leaned into him but his cold hands were still at my temple, restraining me. I lifted my eyes to his and frowned again, what was with him?
"May I?" He suddenly whispered, his irresistible breath sweeping over me once again, his lips so close to mine, I wondered if he'd notice if I leaned in just a bit closer…
"Bella," He said disapprovingly, obviously still trying to regain my unfocused attention. A frown creased his forehead, the expression I had adopted only a few moments prier.
"Uh-huh?" I asked him in an airy voice, my mind still trained on his cold smooth lips. He shifted his hands away from my temple and traced a line of fire down my throat. I shuddered but he stopped at my shoulders, something that made the pit of my stomach roll disappointedly.
"May I?" He repeated once again this time his eyes flickered quickly downwards to make his intentions clear. I felt my cheeks flame involuntarily; he was asking permission to…look at me? I felt a burst of embarrassment and a sudden recall of my earlier stage fright. What would he think? I actually couldn't believe he hadn't taken a peek at me yet. Of course not, he's a gentlemen. My mind placated me softly.
His cold hands pressed against my flaming cheeks gently, dulling the warm flame of blood that ignited them.
"I won't look if it bothers you." He said softly, a crooked smile gracing his angelic face.
Yeah right. I was going to ruin the evening because I didn't want him to see me naked? Not likely. I opened my mouth but no words came out, I felt my cheeks continue to burn fiercely, giving off a completely different signal.
"It's alright Bella, I won't look." He said watching my eyes impatiently, waiting for me to respond, or at least to relax. I frowned at him and placed my hand gently on his freezing chest, moving it downwards slowly until I reached his rippling stomach. I felt his muscles quiver but he made no noise.
"No, it's alright." I said to him, trying to keep the wavering out of my voice. The stage fright came back with a vengeance but I pushed it away, back into the very dark corners of my mind.
"You're sure, Bella? Because I if it makes you unc—" I silenced him with a gentle finger - not that I needed to be gentle with him - and tried to look bold.
"This isn't going to work unless you do. No keeping secrets." I teased, my voice oddly loud against the gentle swaying of the waves around us. He looked at me with his eyes burning, really willing not to look the entire time if it made me more comfortable but I mentally laughed at the idea. Trying to be one together while his hands covered his eyes. Not if I could help it. I nodded carefully trying to pull out a smile while rejection hovered at bay, ready to strike when I was vulnerable.
His eyes suddenly lowered, taking in my torso and I felt the familiar blush creeps its way into my cheeks and in the hollow base of my neck. I waited and watched his reaction but his eyes were still raking my body, his expression neutral. And that's when it hit, the rejection creeping its way into my lungs, freezing them. I couldn't breathe, what was he thinking? What did I look like to him? I continued to watch his stone face, watching his eyes as they drank me in.
And then finally, after several excruciating and agonizing minutes, his eyes snapped back up to mine. His mouth was set in a hard thin line, his jaw muscles working furiously. But that's not what caught my attention. His beautiful golden eyes had darkened, they weren't black but they were getting there. I noticed how his chest and stomach beneath my fingers had stopped moving, he wasn't breathing.
"You are, exquisite. Beautiful. Magnificent. And much, so much more Bella." He whispered to me, his hands finally resting on my cheeks and I leaned into his touch. The demon, and host of my stage fright began to fade, I could feel the blush burning harder but his words had soothed me. Of course, I didn't believe any of it, but if that's what he thought, then I wasn't going to argue.
"Thank you." I mumbled into his palm and tried once again to reach his lips, my own aching for his.
"Hmm, no, thank you for the privilege." He said to me and finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, he pressed his lips firmly against mine. The need in his affection burnt past my skin and embedded itself in my bones. It was almost too much to handle as I fumbled with his chest, trying in some form to pull him closer, to satisfy the ache that was starting to burn deeper inside me.
Then suddenly, I found myself under water. I gasped in, trying to find some air but only salty warm water filled them. I was in shock for a moment…did Edward just dunk me? I pushed against the sandy floor and my head broke the surface, my mouth coughing and sputtering up water everywhere. My lungs burned furiously as I wheeled around to face the one responsible. Edward stared at me innocently, his darkening eyes blank. But I notice how his lips quivered, the corners of his mouth trying unsuccessfully to hide his amusement. I, however, didn't see the humour in it.
"You!" I seethed, my voice raspy from the burning in my lungs. He lifted his hands in the air as if to defend himself, his white skin gleaming silver in the pale moonlight. His lips continued to quiver but he was able –somehow - to keep the guilt out of his eyes.
"Just wait till I get over there," I said in a low, dangerous voice, surprising myself somewhat. "You will regret th-" I was abruptly cut off as my foot got lodged under a rock, sending me face first back into the strangely warm water. I sucked in more salty water and groaned mentally. I couldn't even keep a threat without falling on my face!
I recovered more quickly this time, my head breaking the surface and the water being forced out of my lungs more urgently. And that's when I heard it. The roar of laughter sounding like a chortle from the Gods. I turned my gaze slowly in Edward's direction, my eyes screaming murder as they made contact with him. He was doubled over, his sides shaking uncontrollably. His perfect lips spread across his gleaming white teeth, his mouth open emitting a wonderful sound that pulled at my anger until it disappeared, but that didn't mean I couldn't look angry.
I crossed my arms over my exposed chest, trying not to blush when I realized, again, that I wasn't wearing anything. I removed my gaze from my perfect creature and glared holes into the water in front of me, scowling at it. After a few moments, I felt his cold arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me closer to him, his chest still shaking with laughter.
"Don't be mad, Bella." He said, surprisingly keeping the chuckling from his voice. It took everything I had not to just give up and hug him back. I continued to glare at the water; sparkling a million shiny diamonds form the moons rays. Abruptly, the laughter ceased and his chest was still.
"I'm sorry." He said seriously. "It wasn't right to laugh at you." I didn't answer him, figuring a few moments of the silent treatment was exactly what he deserved. After a few moments he stiffened around me, all teasing gone from his expression.
"Bella? I am truly sorry." He said, his voice grave. I turned around slowly and placed my hands gently against his chest, a small plan forming in my head.
"Not yet, you aren't." I said quickly then pushed with all my might against his chest, I heaved and shoved but he didn't even budge. I sighed, this wasn't going to work as I had hoped.
"Can't you play along for just a moment?" I grumbled pushing his perfect, hard chest once again. I felt him relax and suddenly he started to give way. He fell backwards unexpectedly until he was swarmed and enveloped in the water. After a moment or two, he resurfaced, his beautiful bronze hair soaked and matted, sticking against his face. A million different tiny droplets of water cascaded their way down his hair, gliding flawlessly down his cheeks, shinning a million different colors.
There had a been a goofy, lopsided grin plastered to my face until I caught sight of his soaked hair and the tiny droplets plastered to his skin. I felt a white-hot stirring of desire in my lower stomach as I drank in the sight of him. I suddenly realized that when he had resurfaced, he hadn't stood all the way up to his normal height; he was kneeling on the sandy floor of the ocean.
I carefully walked up to him, his face level with my chest, but for some reason, at that very moment I couldn't care less. I placed my hand gently on his beautiful soaked hair, running my hand threw it softly. The smirk on his lips suddenly died down and he raised one perfect eyebrow, his eyes looking up into mine.
"Bella?" He asked, his eyebrow still raised but his mouth no longer quirked up into a smirk but was held instead in a hard line. I couldn't control the heat that raced down my body and I quivered, seeing him beneath me, his perfect face so close to my body. I knew he could see the desire racing in my gaze, I could feel it burning there, the heat at my core reflecting through my chocolate brown eyes. His irises suddenly grew a little darker and I saw his gaze flicker to my exposed breasts, only centimetres away from him. He reached forward gently, and carefully leaned his cheek against one, his cold face sent a shudder through my body but I clamped my mouth shut, trying to withhold the embarrassing noise my body wanted to release. The shiver that ran through me had sent Edwards eyes swirling darker, deeper than before. He turned his head softly, testing his boundaries as his lips grazed my hardened nipple.
This time I couldn't hold back the tiny moan that escaped my lips. His touch burning like fire beneath my skin, rolling my stomach tighter. I felt his body shudder at my response and I looked down at him, his tongue darted out of his mouth and gently swirled it in circles, sending my breath into heavy gasps and forcing my heart to beat furiously. I felt another presence as his hand came down on my other breast, cupping it gently and lifting it in his palm, feeling the weight. My body was on fire but I locked my jaw shut tighter, I was terribly embarrassed by the noises that were over coming me.
"Don't." He whispered, his other hand stroking my jaw from beneath me. "Don't hold back those beautiful sounds." He said, his voice rough, eyes now a black fire. He pulled his hand back down to cup my other breast, massaging it lightly. I moaned quietly, still trying not to let my body have its way with my mouth. Edward paused suddenly, his movements stilling. Then I felt his razor sharp teeth graze over one of my nipples, then the other. The feeling sent my head reeling back, my blood to rush down to my chest as I gasped.
"Edward." I breathed quickly entwining my fingers in his damp hair, unintentionally pulling him closer to my chest. I thought he would pull away from me. Tell me that he was sorry, that it was too much for him… but he held on. He continued to massage me, his fingers twisting and pinching my nipples until I felt like my knees would buckle any minute, or my lack of oxygen would buckle my knees for me.
"Breathe, Bella." He said and then suddenly he was standing, his hands locked on my face, his eyes burning fiercely. He leaned in and kissed me, but it wasn't gentle. A little of his self-restrain was coming undone. My inner thoughts rejoiced silently in my mind, and my mouth opened in a sigh. His tongue glazed over my bottom lip and was suddenly invading my mouth. The feeling was exquisite.
Cold as ice, his tongue wrapped around mine, tasting me as well as testing himself. I felt my mind start to blank as my hands tangled in his hair. I remembered slowly that I was supposed to be good and not overwhelm him but my body wanted him, needed him. I pulled myself closer and moulded myself against his marble chest. The feeling brought on another shock to my system as the ball of flame in my stomach clenched tightly. I felt his jaw tightened as my chest pressed to his but he didn't break the rhythm of our kiss. When I finally broke off to breathe, Edwards lips were all over my neck, collarbone, throat. Anywhere they could be to give me time to breathe without actually leaving my body. As he kissed my collarbone, leaving flaming trails in its wake, I placed my fingers gently on his torso, tracing every plane, every faucet, every muscle and line of his chest and stomach. I felt his skin ripple beneath my fingers as I continued my travel around his stomach. His tight muscles quivered more noticeably as my fingers smoothed their way over his naval. His perfect lips drifted away from my neck and he began to lick and nibble on my ear lobe, always being careful not to bite down.
I felt my eyes swivel back into my head but I forced them to focus, I didn't want Edward to stop if he thought I was going to faint.
I loved the feel of his muscles contracting against my palms, it made me feel…powerful. Edward's fingers swept ever so gently, feathery light against my breast once again, leaving me breathless. I pulled myself together quickly, and continued to play with his stomach muscles. I felt him shudder once again and this time I felt a low hiss shoot out from his clenched teeth near my ear. The sound rocketed through me like a searing hot whip. That simple noise made my heart stop, could I possibly, even remotely have that effect on him? It obviously wasn't anywhere near what he did to me but that one low hiss had sent my mind off balance. Gaining confidence and finding a new desire to hear him make more sounds from his primal instincts, the very core of him, I sent my fingers farther down.
I trailed them gently and every so lightly down into the water, past his hips. I felt his sudden intake of air near my ear but I kept going before he stopped me. My fingers suddenly brushed a soft thin range of hair. I marvelled at the feel, it was as soft as the hair on his head. I moved my fingers around, twisting and gently pulling on it. I felt his body shudder then convulse. His breath was coming in hard pants in my ear followed by the most exquisite sound I had heard in all my human years.
Edward Cullen groaned. Not in exasperation, not in defeat, not even in disappointment. He groaned in pleasure.
I felt my head tilt back, wanting nothing more than for him to do it again. So I ran my fingers farther down, not even contemplating where they were headed, only knowing that that was the source of his pleasure, the source of my pleasure.
His breathing suddenly stopped all together and faster then I would have ever imagined, he had clasped his hand around mine and moved it up to his chest once again.
"Careful, love." He whispered in my ear, his voice low and…dangerous. I chanced a glance at his eyes. They were darker then I had seen them the very first day I met him in biology class, when he had been contemplating my death, even the deaths of all my classmates. His breaths were laboured but he was quickly regaining control.
"Sorry." I mumbled, suddenly feeling my cheeks flood with heat. I hadn't noticed how rash or courageous that move had been and it made me slightly embarrassed, it wasn't as if I even knew what I would do once I got…down there.
"Don't apologize, Bella." He said slowly, his eyes never changing colour but his voice didn't sound so animalistic, it sounded more restrained…under control.
I hated control, everything about it. I couldn't help but feel that if need be, he could take me anyway he wanted. I would gladly take the pain if it brought him pleasure. But I knew he wouldn't and that's what made it so special to me. Knowing that he had all the power to crush me, to pulverise me into tiny pieces, the fact that I was ready to give him that and so much more but knowing that he wouldn't. He wouldn't even consider it.
The ball of flame burned in me so hot and tightly that I felt my body heave my breaths out, trying to retain some sort of sanity so Edward could keep his control. Control was what made him happy.
He leaned into me, kissing me hesitantly, probably checking his boundaries. I kissed him back with fever, needing desperately to regain the lost distance between us when he pulled my hand away.
"Time to head back?" He asked me roughly, his hands still massaging my breasts, his breaths coming in shallow gasps, my hands still tangled in his hair. I knew my face was flushed with desire but I couldn't hide it even if I wanted to. I nodded my head vehemently, not trusting my voice at the moment.
He swiftly picked me up, cradling me bridle style and walked back slowly towards shore. I groaned as his closeness sent shivers racking my body, not that I was cold…
"Of all the times you could use your vampire speed, you chose now as an appropriate time to be human?" I grumbled as he continued slowly towards shore, possibly even slower then I would have been. I felt his answering chuckle rumble through his stone chest, sending my body into shock. My poor heart wasn't going to last the night…
"Just savouring the moment Bella, I like you in my arms like this." He stated with a quick shrug, his face annoyingly smug as I rubbed my thighs together, trying to sooth the ache. I remembered with a sudden jolt that he wasn't wearing any pants, his beige khakis hanging from a tree like a reminder. Just below my back- more precisely my rear- lay the unknown. Was it fair that he got to stare me up and I hadn't even gotten a glance? I was nervous but my curiosity was winning out.
As if sensing my struggle Edward glanced at my wide eyes and his lip quirked irritatingly into a smirk. I frowned at him but felt my eyes drifting over to the side, trying to see…
"Patience, Bella." Edward chuckled and we finally reached shore. I suddenly threw my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply tracing his soft bottom lip with my tongue. I felt him hesitantly open his mouth to me. I was overwhelmed in mere seconds, his cool smooth mouth tasted illegally sweet as I pressed my tongue to the inside of his mouth, probing…experimenting.
His mouth moved over my lips and I felt rather than heard him say 'careful' once again. I played it safe and avoided his razor sharp teeth, concentrating on the sensation of his cool tongue playing with mine.
I moaned into his mouth and he shuddered visibly. "I love that sound." He whispered to me when I broke away for air. Stupid human needs, they were so trivial and annoying when they interfered with my need for Edward. We reached the door leading into our bedroom and the anxiety hit once again. I didn't know what I was doing. What if I couldn't satisfy him? What if I, a puny human, wasn't enough for him? Not that he'd ever tell me…
"What are you thinking?" He asked me, his velvety voice raking over me in a sweet fan breath. I sighed carefully and he froze.
"Something the matter? If you're not ready Bella, don't force it. We have more than enough time." He said to me soothingly although I heard the small undercurrent of disappointment he was trying to hide.
"No!" I said a little too quickly as he sat down on the bed, me still in his arms. I wiggled myself out and straddled him, the movement creating a delicious friction I hadn't anticipated. I heard his chest rumble in a growl and so I wiggled my hips once again. We both groaned at the sensation, our breaths coming out in shallow pants. I could feel the bulge underneath me, sending the air out of my lungs with harsh gasps. One hand still in his hair, I let the other one travel down towards his naval once again before his hips bucked just the slightest bit. I felt my body flush as my core burned furiously, the wetness between my legs growing uncomfortable. I hadn't noticed that I had stopped breathing until my lungs screamed for the oxygen I was depriving them of.
Before I could register what was happening he had me flipped on my back, his coal black eyes staring into mine.
"Bella look at me." He said roughly, he sounded a tad angry but I couldn't keep my hips from bucking up reflexively. I gasped as my center reached him, craving more, needing it with every cell in my body.
"Bella!" He said harshly and my eyes refocused on his face. "Bella I can't do this. Look at my eyes, I won't be able to stop if this goes too far." He said, his voice rough with desire but hot with self directed anger.
"Don't." I said to him sternly although it came out too huskily for it to be reprimanding. "We can do this, together." I said and kissed him softly, all the while fighting against the urge to buck my hips into his.
"Bella…" He said and suddenly his face crumpled. "I can't live without you; I can't live with myself if I hurt you." I shook my head, the closeness of his body sending my brain past words. He was not going to do this again! My body was winning out as my hips flexed towards him, his center so close to mine. He growled, the sound sending thrills of electricity through my spine.
"I trust you." Was all I could say. I mumbled it a few more times, as my need for him arched my back against his chest, my nipples grazing his cold marble skin. We were still wet from the ocean but my mind didn't register it, the heat pooling in the pit of my stomach the only thing I could feel. I whimpered as the burn began to hurt, I knew Edward was the only one who could satisfy it.
"Please." I mumbled against his cool lips. "Please, Edward." My fingers locked around the base of his neck, pulling his hair as hard as I could, knowing it wouldn't hurt him. I watched in amazement as his eyes rolled back into his head, his nostrils flaring, and his mouth going slack. His eyes refocused when I push my tongue back into his mouth, trying to satisfy at least one part of my body's desires. Suddenly his hands locked around my hips and his eyes burned determination.
"I can do this," he whispered, "for you." I felt his cold soft hands brush up and down against my hips as his mouth refocused on my neck. I could feel my pulse beating under his lips, a temptation I could only imagine. Quick as lightning, his hands were back up my body leaving a trail of fire as I struggled to catch my breath. He caught my wrist that had been around his neck and pinned them above my head. He quickly shoved both my wrist in one of his hands, leaving the other one free to roam.
He suddenly shifted my weight and pulled my knee up against his hip. Pressing himself to me. Hard. He hadn't penetrated, he was simply trying to create the movements…prepare himself. The thrusting motions of his hips stopped my heart, my mouth went slack and I couldn't breathe. The pulse beating through my body suddenly seemed to center around my core, begging, pleading his body to enter me, to find some sort if release. My body jerked and twitched with every movement, every powerful thrust, my breath coming back to me too quickly, burning my lungs in its absence.
"Edward…" I panted, the sound coming out as a plea, as a warship. He was so cold against me, the contrast pulling at my core, making me sweat. I could feel the salty water begin to slide down my face, but I didn't care, I just wanted release. The ache was starting to burn, Edward's grunts and pants sending my mind whirling in ecstasy. Suddenly his movements stilled and my mouth opened in protest, but all that came out was a whimper.
"Keep breathing, Bella." Edward panted; his deep breaths pounding against my chest flush against him. His eyes were tight, strained with desire and pain. He was stalling and it was hurting him, as well as it was hurting me. His hands still held my wrist above me, rendering them useless. I groaned at his distance, and so I arched my back into to him harder, trying to reach his cold hard lips. He obeyed and reached down to kiss me, the feeling sending my hips bucking once again.
"Try to hold still." He breathed against my lips and suddenly his free hand moved hesitantly down and cupped my boiling mound. I gasped in his mouth, trying to keep still as he had ordered. His long cold fingers swept their way across my jumble of nerves and my body jerked violently. He growled into my mouth, the sound coming from deep within his chest.
"Still." He repeated against my mouth, his lips a hard line against mine. How could he expect me to hold still? It was a reflex. But I could see it in his eyes, he was losing his control and needed every bit of cooperation from me.
"If I hurt you…" He began but I cut him off. "I know, I'll tell you, I promise." I whispered hoarsely against him. He relaxed knowing I was going to let him know if he was going too far. His fingers brushed my clit once again and it took everything I had not to move. Not to flex or even to twitch. He let out a breath of relief when I held still for him. He placed his fingers there carefully once again and pushed, making a circle. I groaned painfully into his mouth, this time my hips bucked and I couldn't stop it. Edward hissed through his teeth but didn't reprimand me. He pinched it gently and I gasped, the ball of flame in my core recoiling and twisting with heat. He finally moved his fingers over to the top of my entrance ever so gently and slid one finger into my opening.
The muscles in my legs twitched, my hips moving around in any direction, trying to pull him in deeper. My mouth opened in a moan but nothing came out. He finally pushed in deeper, sending my mind in haze, pushing my heart farther, my mouth opening and closing. He pumped in gently and my hips flexed towards him, begging for more.
"Oh, god Edward." I moaned when I had recaptured my voice, too far gone to be embarrassed by my sudden outburst. I felt his frame shiver as the words left my mouth. He continued to thrust but added a finger still keeping his thumb in contact with my clit, rubbing and pinching it. My moans turned into pants and small whimpering noises, I was so close…so close. He suddenly pulled out and I gawked at him, perspiration lining my forehead and covering my body. I was about to scream the injustice when I caught sight of his face. His eyes were tight, his jaw ticking and his teeth grinding. I watched as he swallowed convulsively and I was reminded of the venom probably pooling in his mouth.
"Are you ready?" He asked me, his voice low and I had to admit, scary. I opened my mouth to speak but he bowed his head down and licked from my flat stomach, up between my breasts until he reached my neck.
"Always." I gasped as he reached my jaw, sending my heart into a panic. The twisting and coiling in my lower stomach had me withering beneath him. At my words, he stopped completely and looked deep into my eyes, assessing my reaction.
"Always for you." I clarified, the spell of my own words enveloping me. His jaw tightened, the muscles in his shoulders flexing. He growled and hissed beside my ear before his pained black eyes returned to mine.
"You're sure?" He asked me in a rich velvety voice, the same dark tone tainting his words. I nodded my head rigorously and pulled my hands gently out of his grasp to cup his face. The love I felt in my heart at that moment could never be out down by the fear of him crushing me. I kissed his nose lightly and he smiled, the muscles in his cheeks pulling his lips up difficulty, as if it caused him pain to smile at me in that instant. His head shot down between us and my eyes traveled there as well. My eyes swivelled down his perfect chest and stomach muscles until they reached the deep V pattern right below his hips. The muscles constricting there made my lungs contract painfully. What a sight. My eyes continued to travel downwards until they met the dusty light sweep of bronze coloured hair perfectly shaped until it reached his shaft. I could only see half of his manhood because it was mostly covered between our bodies but the sight of even just the smallest part of him sent my ego shattering. He was so perfect; there was no way my body could ever compare to his.
I snapped my head back up to his face and tried to hide the despair I knew had leaked into my eyes. His tussled hair stuck out at every angle, warm and inviting compared to his otherwise cold black eyes. His breathing had increased as he watched me examine him. I couldn't stop my heart from stuttering when he smiled at me, this time the muscles in his face pulling up easier. The smile was not a warm one, but one of great determination and desire. He closed the distance between our bodies quickly and hitched my legs over his hips once again, this time positioning himself at my center. The coiling in my stomach burnt to life once more, as I felt his freezing tip roll along my entrance.
"Please." I whimpered when he hesitated. I could feel his stomach muscles tighten against me and I pushed against him, trying to pull him inside of me. I felt him push into my lightly, trying not to move too much, the restraint causing him agony, I was sure. My mouth opened of its own accord and my fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued to push farther in, creating a friction so delicious I didn't know existed.
"Bella…" He moaned, his voice taught, restrained. All the muscles in his body tight and rigid. He was so cold that it felt like my insides were freezing but it only made my insides coil tighter, twisting frantically, needing more of him. I felt him reach my barrier and I knew the pain was coming, but at the moment, I couldn't care less.
"I'm so sorry, this is going to hurt Bella." He whispered to me. I simply nodded, trying to regain some sanity to my fogged, lust ridden brain. His muscles flexed, and he pushed a little harder than before. I gasped in pain for a moment, the coiling inside my stomach frozen, waiting for the pain to stop. I could feel him trying to pull out but I stopped him, the feeling would pass.
"Don't move." I said to him through my teeth, clenching them together tightly so I didn't spit out some sort of profanity. He obeyed but I felt the tension rolling off his body in waves. After a few moments, the pain started to ebb away and the coiling in my stomach stirred to life once again.
"Okay. I'm fine." I panted and pulled at his shoulders, trying to make him move again.
"You're sure?" He asked me, his voice revealing how much my discomfort was affecting him. I opened my eyes and pushed against his hips, showing that I was alright and ready. I felt him place both hands over me against the bedpost and his head beside mine, our ears touching. He pushed into me again and I winced at the size of him, was he going to fit? My insides stretched to accommodate him and he hissed into the pillow under my head.
"So warm…" He groaned, his hips beginning to twitch. The small thrusts fogged my hazy brain and I couldn't hold back the reflexes of my own. I moaned loudly in his ear and whimpered at the sensation. It was too good to be true; we fit together perfectly, like a puzzle. I was sure he had finally filled me, and my being felt complete, it was as if there was another part of me that had been missing and I hadn't realized it all along. His hips twitched gently again and I jerked mine up to meet his.
"Bellaaa…" he growled in my ear and his hips bucked in harder this time. The feeling sent my mind whirling and my lungs panting for air, I couldn't think of anything, anyone else except the perfect person inside of me, making me feel complete. The coiling in my stomach roared and twisted, trying greedily to take all of him.
"Harder." I pleaded with him although it came out as a whimper. His body shuddered and he thrust into me harder than before although nowhere near as hard as I wanted him to.
"Please." I gasped pulling at his shoulders, willing him to find some satisfaction. His chest rolled out a growl as his hips pushed forward, then back out, creating a rhythm. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, if I died from this I would die willingly for him, always for him. His hands suddenly darted off the bedpost and gripped onto my arms. Squeezing them as his thrusts got deeper, harder.
"Bellaa, Jesus Christ." He hissed through his teeth his hands gripping me anywhere he could, like an anchor, a reminder to keep himself focused. I didn't care, I loved the pressure of his hands boring into my arms, squeezing my breasts and clutching at my sides. The rolling in my lower stomach was coiling too intently, harder than before, needing release. I picked up the pace, my mind concentrating on nothing other than pulling him in deeper. Suddenly one of his hands darted beneath me and grabbed my rear, pulling it up to meet him. The angle sent my mind blank and my lower stomach into a frenzy as the new position forced his shaft to pound against the very deepest part of me. Confusing pain, pleasure, choking my lungs and sending my heart into a flutter of uncoordinated beats.
"Edward! Please don't stop, please." I whimpered loudly but his head was still buried into the pillow beside me. He wasn't speaking any more but the noises coming from him, all the loud grunts, pants, growls and moans sent my mind reeling. I could feel his jaw working furiously, the muscles in his neck straining not to bite me… I was sure. His hands got tight around my wrists, my arms, sides, my back but I didn't care, the feeling was complete bliss. His thrusts were getting faster, more erratic but the same pleasure pushed me against him, pushing him impossibly farther. The coiling in my stomach turned painful, getting hotter and hotter, twisting and turning. Even the cold from Edwards's shaft couldn't douse the flame. The pain was unbearable, I couldn't tell whether it was actually hurt or pleasure so intense it felt like pain. I was barely aware of our bodies connected several inches above the mattress, barely aware of his fingers creeping down farther and farther between us. His frozen finger rubbed itself against my clit and I howled unintentionally.
"God, Edward, god, please…" I kept moaning, not even aware that my mouth had been forming the words. His moaning got louder, it was a tortured sound. His thrusts got harder and my pelvis was turning numb but I didn't even register the feeling, he felt too good now, too good to even consider the numbing pain. He rocked into me faster, harder and deeper as my cries grew in intensity, his fingers rubbing, pinching and teasing my clit until it felt as if it was on fire as well. The intensity was too much, too much for my fragile human body to handle.
"Edward!" I screamed finally as I reached my peek. He continued to thrust into me, ridding out my orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure sent my mind reeling, my mouth opening and closing, going slack. I was barely aware of my panting, my frantically beating heart, I was only aware of my body shuddering around him, and the shock waves as they left my body. Suddenly Edwards pants turned into howls as he continued to pump into me.
"Bella, Christ!" He cried out, the sound only slightly muffled by the pillow beneath his face. I felt his body shudder, convulsing inside of me. I could feel the mattress groan as he gripped it too tightly, trying to remain in control as his orgasm rocked his body and desires over the edge. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, my walls clenching around him. I lay beneath him until all the shudders left our muscles, but he held himself carefully above me, never crushing me. Our breaths still coming out in pants, Edward gently lowered our half-raised bodies onto the mattress and flipped us over so that I was lying on his chest.
"Thank you." I mumbled, completely spent and exhausted. His cold marble chest a wonderful contrast to my overheated body. He didn't respond but my eyes were drooping too fast for me to notice.
"We did it." I whispered, the happiness threatening to plug up my throat, already creating a lump.
"We did it." He agreed in a whisper but his voice was still hard. I tried to look at his face but he was hiding it.
"I love you." I frowned at him, trying to pull out a reaction.
"Love you to Bella." He said, his voice going form hard to a forced gentle.
"Now go to sleep, I'm sure you're exhausted." He whispered to me, kissing me gently on the forehead, his eyes a beautiful molten gold. I wanted to argue but he started humming my lullaby, forcing my heavy eyelids closed as I drifted off into the most peaceful, bliss-filled dream I could have imagined.
A/N- Hey guys, what do you think? please leave me some reviews and tell me how you feel. This is also some practise i'm using for other Twilight fanfics so i'm still experimenting with the characters. Tell me how i did. Thanks guys! Ps: If there are any spelling errors or grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate in pointing them out, i'm trying to improve. :)
