Oh, how I love waking up in the morning. The soft smell of lemon and smoky leather filled my nose as I slowly awoke from the best dream. A smile hinted across my cheeks as I felt a rustle of movement beside me. I took a few deep breaths, inhaling the delicious scent as I slowly adapted to reality. A rough calloused hand that has caused so much pain and pleasure all at once trailed slowly down my neck to my shoulder, lingered on the swell of my breast, and continued on past my ribs, slowly counting each one before stopping on my hip, tender and soft.
"I know you're awake." He spoke, his voice scratchy from sleep.
I hummed in agreement but kept my eyes closed praying his hand would continue the delicious descent.
"Bella, answer me" His voice spoke right next to my ear, a warm minty breath causing shivers to break our across my body.
I rolled over, forcing his hand to retract from my waist and kept my eyes closed tight. I knew what would happen if I opened them. It always happened this way. One look and my mind would go to mush while my body vibrates with excitement. So I decided to play this game of testing myself to see how long I could resist his inevitable charm.
"Open your eyes." A tortured strangle escaped his lips and my eyes immediately snapped open, my stupid game forgotten. The sight before me caused a shock of cherry red to flush my cheeks, my breathing quickened, and the apex between my legs dampened.
Edward lay propped on his side, his tan body sun-kissed from the sun contrasted the stark white of the soft cotton sheets. His hair a tousled mess of smoldering red and glinting bronze lay and his eyes blazing a ferocious emerald green, glinting with pure hunger. The strong lines of his body caused my mouth to water and my heart to stop. Without thinking my hand flashed to my face covering my mouth and a soft moan. His still frozen body allowed me the pleasure of letting my eyes linger over his devastating jaw down to his strong stomach and over to the small tattoo above his dusting of hair that read my initials, BMS, that never failed to my heart tighten with absolute joy. Every day I was struck dumb with the idea that this beautiful man is mine, mine, all mine.
His frozen position didn't last long for suddenly his hand gripped my hip tighter, his long fingers flexing and squeezing, a hint of his strong unyielding power and determination that flooded his body when he was denied something he really wanted: in my lucky case, that thing the he so desired was me. With stealth and grace that I envied he swung his body over mine, the sheets falling from his waist as he pinned my body into the soft bed.
"You know what happens when you deny me what I need most." He growled, licking my neck while keeping his body suspended over mine.
"You know how I can't control myself."
I whimpered in pleasure as the assault of his tongue continued down my body.
"You know that the need for your body is a never-ending and insatiable thirst and that denying me only makes me want it more." He whispered, his voice a mixture of steel and silk as he grabbed my breast, twisting my nipple in the most mouth-watering way.
I moaned and writhed on the bed, unable to answer, only able to gasp for hair. He was so close to where I wanted him most and yet so far away it hurt… I twisted my body in order to get closer to him, to slide his body home, to where he belonged.
"Please, Edward, just please, please, please," I mumbled, unable to stop begging. If he didn't finish this soon, I was afraid I'd combust.
"You don't play fair my sweet girl; you know how I can't resist when you beg."
My body sagged in relief as he finally entered me, a hiss escaping both of our lips. He continued rocking forward, again, and again, our breaths intertwined, our bodies tangled as one until pleasure washed across our bodies in sweet relief.
Oh, how I loved waking up in the morning.