Ops!
Ok Bella relax... there's nothing wrong, after all!
I sighed as I looked my figure reflected on the mirror: the nightdress I wore left nothing to imagination, it covered hardly my buttocks.
Not convinced, I brushed my hairs once again, as they fell softly on my shoulders, then I pulled down the robe's hem.
"Bella? I'm here since a quarter, may I know what are you doing there?" the melodious Edward's voice reached me muffled. Panic.
He was there, and I was supposed to go out of the bathroom soon, showing myself with an absurd blue nightdress on, which covered hardly my bottom.
Why? Why did I have certain ideas? I desired it so much! I desired to be his even that way, feeling his hands running over my body and giving myself up to his caresses... if only he would give up on his absurd fears and would understand that he wasn't suppose to hurt me even if he wanted to! That's the reason why I dressed that way: to make him surrender.
"Bella? Do I have to get worried?" his voice, again.
"No, no... well, I'm coming!" restless, I put a hand on the handle and opened the bathroom's door.
Edward was in front of me, absolutely magnificent: the bronze hairs disarranged artistically and the golden eyes which were looking at me, astonished.
"Bella... but... what?" I didn't let him express a sentence complete sense, I went toward him and kissed him.
Feeling his mouth on mine was something unique, I imagined how would it be to feel the contact with his body and I groaned thinking about it.
I leaned him slowly toward the bed, and let him rest below me, he didn't seem to have understood what was happening yet, I silenced his weak protests with my lips; I had to bring him to his limit before he became enough lucid to reject me.
"Bella..." he murmured weakly, trying to move me away; but it was useless. He didn't use a tenth of his strength and kept on kissing me, coming down and leaving a trail of burning kisses on my neck.
I cringed for the contact of his lips with my skin and I brought him nearer to me, I caressed his soft hairs as he delighted the sensitive skin behind my ear.
It was sublime feeling him so involved... so caught in me, feeling he desired me and showing him it was the same to me.
I thought I died when he kissed my breast groove, I felt burning, as the desire took control.
Nothing else mattered anymore, just his lips which lapped, kissed, tasted...
A chortle stopped that idyllic moment: Edward suddenly stopped kissing me and know he was laughing, his eyes were bright for amusement, I looked at him, confused, trying to understand what made him have this reaction.
"Bella, my love..." he could say, still shaken by the laughter "you wore the nightdress in reverse!" my look went immediately down and, with such horror, I saw the label coming out from my right hip and the robe's seams in show.
"Bella, if it would be possible to bottle your bad luck..." I rose a hand, threatening, before he could end up his sentence, and he became silent, before he started laughing again; is useless to say that my face was already burning.
The End