Gravity of Love
Author: PippaCavalli
Rating: MA
Pairings: Bella/Edward; All CC
Summary: Set at the beginning of Breaking Dawn, Edward and Bella's persistent and inexplicable need to be together forces them home to seek help from Carlisle. What they discover will change everything and may jeopardize their very existence...
Author's Note: Hi all! I've been a long-time reader of Twilight Fanfic, but I am a first-time author. I've written for other books/shows/movies, but I had this idea spinning around my brain and I wanted to get it out. A brief warning before we begin, this story is very sexually explicit and it will become graphic/violent as it progresses. I will warn you if it deviates from any mainstream adult themes, but please note that there will be strong language, sexuality, and profanity throughout. If this bothers you at all, please do not read. Thank you :) Pippa
I had never wanted anything more in my life than I did in this very moment. His frigid fingertips danced lithely up the length of my thigh, his icy breath coming in short pants against the hollow of my neck. I could feel every muscle in his marbled frame go rigid in a momentous attempt to control his own desire, though I could clearly feel the effects of his ministrations pressed against my hip.
"Bella," he hissed as his hands reached the edge of my folds, teasing the soft curls that masked them.
"Oh god, Edward! Edward, please…" I gasped as I felt the first feather light touch against my clitoris and arched into the sensation, my body begging him for more.
He paused there for a long moment, pressing down just the smallest bit. I writhed beneath his hand, the sensation almost too much to bear.
Edward placed soft, cool kisses along my neck and waited for my body to settle before proceeding. I could feel my heart beating erratically in my chest and as much as I wanted him to continue, I knew that if he had, there would be a good chance I wouldn't be conscious long enough to enjoy the ending. There was still a good chance of that, but it was most definitely a risk I was willing to take.
His lips traveled up the underside of my chin and finally found mine, his tongue tracing their outline before seeking out my own. Even with everything that was happening in that very moment, with everything that was about to transpire between us, I was still completely awed by the reverence of a single kiss from him…from my husband.
Without warning, his thumb joined his finger and together they mimicked the rhythmic caress of his mouth. My mind became entirely incoherent and I moaned ceaselessly against his kisses, unable to even form his name in my frenzied state.
I could feel something inexplicable building in my core, like no sensation I had ever experienced. This is not to say that I hadn't orgasmed before; I was an 18 year old girl with an unrealistically beautiful boyfriend – well, husband – who thought it best not to touch me in any way close to this before tonight (and even tonight had taken a great deal of persuasion and compromise; the greatest of which being the addition of the prefix "Mrs." to my name). But this, whatever this was, was an immeasurable magnitude greater than anything I had ever felt. My body was alight with billions of electronic impulses crashing into one another, all moving towards the same inevitability…explosion.
Edward removed his finger, but his thumb remained, continuing to thrust me closer and closer to oblivion. I pushed my mouth against his harder, wanting more, only to wretch it away and let out a scream of pure ecstasy as he slid two fingers deep inside of me.
He groaned and dropped his head against my shoulder as he used every last ounce of self control to gently massage my g-spot. Primal need gripped me as I pressed against him, senseless and shaking. He was touching me in a way no one else ever had, in a way no one else ever would and in that moment, I needed to do the very same for him. Instinctually, I reached down and rested my hand against his manhood, wrapping my fingers around him one by one until I had him encircled.
It was Edward's turn to gasp. He didn't seem capable of words either as I moved up and down the length of his impressive shaft, matching the rhythm he'd set against my flesh. Even fleche with his wintry body, I began to sweat, the agony of the pleasure seeping into every last crevice of my being.
"Oh, Bella…please, love…" he sighed, his voice drenched in sensuality.
Please? My mind tried to comprehend his words, but to no avail.
"I need you," he growled through clenched teeth. His eyes had turned a fiery bronze, passion and love burning there as though someone lit his very soul aflame.
All movements stopped as we sank into each other's gaze, our chests matching breath for breath. This act alone felt almost more intimate than our hands twined around one another's skin.
"You have me," I whispered adoringly, my free hand reaching up to cup his perfect face.
He released his fingers from my walls and wrapped his hand around mine, still and warm against his gorgeous - and somewhat imposing – member. He tangled his fingers in mine and slowly removed it, bringing our arms up to rest above my head. He dipped forward and caught my bottom lip between his as he moved his weight over me, settling so just the very tip of his penis was pressed against my opening. He ran his palm gently over my breast and then down the curve of my side, slipping his forearm underneath my body so that he could pull me even closer to him.
He entered me then. Slowly, too slowly. I wanted every inch of him, regardless of pain, regardless of gentleness, I wanted him wholly and completely. His eyes pierced into mine, so fervent and consuming I couldn't even bring myself to blink. I reached out to him with my mind, wishing – and not for the first time – that he could hear me. I had no words for the experience, hardly any coherency at all, but the emotions and the pleasure coursing through me were all but howling in my head.
"All of you," I choked out, my lips barely moving to form the words.
He was as far lost in the experience as I was, his self-control threadbare and fraying further as the seconds ticked by. I half expected an argument from him, but instead he slid into me in one fluid stroke.
I cried out, arching my hips into the sensation, boring my nails into the stone of his back. He growled in such a low timbre that our bodies vibrated and every cell in my body came alive with the resonance.
I could see in his eyes then that the very last shred of resolve had dissipated and he had given in. Words were still beyond me so I spoke with my actions, pressing my hips up into his once more; that was all the persuasion it took.
He set a delicious cadence, thrusting in and out of me with long, tender strokes. I had expected the whole experience to be more carnal, less sensual, in part because of what he was, but also in part because I didn't think I'd have this much control over myself.
I could feel the release mounting within me, starting deep in my abdomen and radiating outward. It was as though my body had become the core of a neutron star; energy packed so tightly into such a small amount of space that when gravity ultimately conceded to sheer force, it could very well engulf an entire galaxy.
"Edward, Edward, Edward, oh Edward...!" I chanted over and over again, his name becoming my mantra. I wanted to slip away into an oblivion, I wanted to get washed away with the sensations, with the emotions, with the very act, but his eyes held mine as if by a vice grip. I could not have looked away if it had meant stopping the end of the world.
"I love you," he whispered then, his cool, sweet breath fanning across my face. I felt something tighten in him, triggering my walls to do the same, and for the longest millisecond of my existence, we froze, gasping simultaneously, we both plummeted off the edge of sanity, crying out with the ferocity of the explosion.
Tremors wracked our bodies as we slowly came back down together. I was just vaguely aware of our surroundings; of the splintered headboard, of the feathers covering our bodies and littering the linens, the breeze coming in through the French doors moving the debris gently around us.
Neither of us spoke for a long while. Edward had rolled us over so that I rested over his statuesque body, his fingers playing gently with my hair. I could feel the fatigue setting into my bones; never had my head felt so heavy, but I still managed to lift myself just enough to place one languid kiss on my husband's lips.
"I love you, Edward. With everything I have, I love you," I murmured, settling back down onto him, nesting my face in the crook of his neck.
Instead of responding, he simply pressed his lips to my head and began to hum my lullaby, the haunting melody holding more meaning than words ever could. His angelic voice was the last sound I heard before drifting off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.