This o/s was written for my wonderful wifey frumpy_v who has been so patiently waiting for that lemon in BB that is just not ready to arrive yet. So my love, Merry Christmas...this ones for you, enjoy!
And for all my super wonderful betas, bbwraven, casket4tears and my sista of the DPS.
Special, special, special thanks to Tilly Whitlock... you rock my fucking socks off and I will ALWAYS fan girl you. Big sloppy kisses to you for all your advise and help (commas, *cough cough* I so owe you!)! Also to my Sista of the DPS, I'm glad u were here with me for my very FIRST lemon! Your help, words and support have been invaluable. My darling, in the words of Clariee Belcher from Steel Magnolias, "Ya know I love ya more than my luggage."
TruMarine, I Love you my darling other wifey. I'm sending Brawneyward over for you as soon as you finish reading this. Yes?
When I started this it was meant to be a o/s, I had a start and an end but as I wrote I discovered that I LOVED these characters and they had so much more to say...I can't say a definitive yes or no if I will continue this, but there is hope...It was my first shot at fluff so I hope I did it justice.
So, Merry Christmas (or whatever you may celebrate) to you all!!
As always the characters all belong to SM and I love her so much for them!
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Anytime I envisioned or imagined my life flashing before my eyes, it was images flashing in bits and pieces. The little tidbits of joy in my life that I cherished and loved. I was happy as I was dying and that I felt no pain. There was nothing but bliss and knowing that what where I was and the choices I made were right, just as they were meant to be. Instead what I saw was something akin to a film strip, but instead of flashes of joy, what I saw, were bits of regret in my life, with my friends and what could have been.
When I walked out of my cabin this morning to take a walk in the snow, I never imagined I would be here now laying on the ground, being buried by the falling snow in the Alaskan tundra. I thought back to two weeks ago and wondered to myself why I even had the silly idea to take this vacation to begin with. I could feel the wind rushing over me, beating against my face, making it feel raw and chapped, my teeth were chattering from the intense cold and my body was shaking so badly, trying to use its defense mechanism and to warm me as best as it could. I tried my hardest to cover myself but I had been in the cold for hours, and the moment I stopped moving, stopped creating that internal heat, I got even colder. I was quickly running out of energy. I stumbled through the wilderness as far as I could before collapsing into a heap on the cold snow covered ground. Now I was just waiting, waiting to go to sleep, waiting for the end.
My friends, family, everyone close to me had screamed warning bells at me not to take this vacation alone, saying it was too dangerous to cut myself off from society completely, but I had craved the need to be alone, to be with myself. Jake called it another one of my hair brained ideas, and I laughed it off like usual.
"Bella, you know this is a bad idea. Anything could happen to you out there. At least take a friend with you, it would make me feel so much know how much I hate your hair brained ideas Bella, they are never anything but trouble."
I chuckled at Jake, shaking my head, "Jake, once again you're over reacting. I've vacationed by myself before and never had a problem, nothing's going to happen to me and taking a friend is out of the question. That would completely defeat the purpose of me going in the first place. I need the alone time Jake, I need to sort some things out, and I just can't do that here."
Jake was always prone to overreacting, and he was getting a bit agitated by my refusal to comply with his request. "Then change your plans Bella, go to the beach. Hell if you want snow that bad then go to Colorado, they have plenty of it, but please can you not go all the way to Alaska?"
"I'm going to Alaska Jake, so could you please back off?" I said irritably. I hated being this way with Jake, but he was taking the protective syndrome a bit too far. "I've had this planned and paid for weeks. Look, I promise to check in with you on a daily basis, okay? But I'm not changing my plans so you can just stop with the trying?"
"Fine, but you better not miss one call Bella, every morning..AND evening!" Jake said fiercely.
"Okay, okay...morning and evening, but that means you can't bother me during the day." Jake looked at me innocently and I wasn't buying it. "I mean it Jake, I need my time, it's important."
For weeks I had felt I was missing something, or someone. I had always been content in my life, sure of myself, where I was going, what I was doing. My decisions had always been made rationally and with thought. I had not worked as hard as I have just to throw it all away on a bad decision. Needless to say, I was not one to take major risks. I was the kind of person that tried to get the most out of life and held out for the best. I never settled for anything but the best. If it didn't feel right I didn't take it. It often made people pretty upset, but it was my life and I had to live with the consequences, right?
It was at this moment though, that for the first time in my life I began to have second thoughts. I lay here in the freezing snow, beginning to go numb, my voice going hoarse from yelling. There it was, the film strip, the reels of my life, my mistakes flashing before my eyes. Jake, what had I done?
Jake was such a good man. He had been chasing me for years trying to convince me that dating him was a sure fire win, to give him a chance but I had never felt anything more for him than a brotherly affection. I suppose I could have tried harder to feel much more than that, but deep down, I always knew he was not meant for me. I just never felt it with him, but it never kept Jake from trying.
Jake had been there for me through some of the roughest parts of my life. I felt such helplessness after my father died and Jake had stepped in and been there for me, brought me out of my abyss. He was my rock when I thought I had nothing left, being there, asking the right questions, making arrangements and then after, keeping me company when I would have wallowed in my own misery until I was but a shell of myself. It was Jake that snapped me out of it, who taught me that I needed to go on and keep making my father proud and that everyday was a dedication to him.
After my father died, I took Jake's advise and went after my masters degree. Between taking courses at night and working a full time Marketing position during the day, I trudged through two and a half more years of school until I graduated. I was sad my father could not be there, but Jake was and it was a shining moment for me. If not for Jake, I never would have had the courage to continue.
Jake reminded me of who I was, the person my father taught me to be, the strong, determined, head strong woman that takes life by the balls. He reminded me of the spirit I once had, but was losing sight of. He had given me so much and I had shut him out, never seeing him for what he could truly be.
His face was like a movie projector in my mind, so beautiful, gentle, and always full of love. I could see him walking around the car to open my door and then helping me out, see the simple smile on his face or feel the brush of his hand across my cheek; I could see it all, and I felt so much remorse. All these things that I always took for granted because I did not feel, because I thought he wasn't right. Here I was waiting for the right person, and I was always so sure that person would come along if I was just patient enough. I should have just given Jake the chance. What if he was the one and I was so caught up in us being friends that I was too stubborn to see it?
I made one last attempt at yelling, I knew I was out of fuel and it was so cold. I had stopped shivering quite some time ago and could barely move anymore. I slowly moved my hand into my coat pocket retrieving my phone and pushing it up through the snow toward my ear. Lifting my gloved, hand I pressed the send button, hoping for a signal, for something, calling the last person I had spoken to. Jake.
I could hear a faint voice coming out of the ear piece as the other end picked up. "Hello?...hello, Bella are you there?"
Mustering my last remaining ounce of strength, I murmured the last words I thought I would ever say alive, before passing into a deep sleep in the cold, wet snow. "Jake...I-I'm sorry..."
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I could hear faint music in the background, and I was no longer laying in the snow. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to take in my surroundings, everything was a blur and I felt so weak. My muscles ached like I had just finished running a marathon. I groaned trying to stretch and rid myself of some of the stiffness. It was too much and my arms dropped back to the bed, my eyes closing again, as I drifted off. I had only one thought, I had been given a second chance. Jake...
When I woke again things were much clearer. The music was gone and I could hear the crackling of what I thought was a fire. I now recognized that I was laying in a bed, whose I had no idea, but it was soft and warm and sure beat the cold I had been in before. I briefly wondered how long I had been here and who had found me, but I put that aside for the moment. I was still a bit stiff, but as I glanced around the room, I recognized a bottle of Advil on the bedside table alongside was a glass of water. I reached over took the bottle, shook out two pills and I drank them down with the water that was left. My head was pounding, so hopefully the medication would kick in soon.
Glancing around a bit more, I noticed that the room was warmly furnished in rustic colors and furniture. The walls looked as if they belonged to a log cabin, which made sense considering where I was. There was a chair along the far wall that had my clothing folded up and sitting on it. I lifted my arm noticing a long sleeve button down. Upon seeing it I reached under the covers in a panic feeling for my undergarments. My bra was missing but my panties were still intact. Thank God whoever found me had the decency to leave THAT alone. How humiliating.
I slowly tried to sit up so I could take in more of my surroundings. After what seemed like a good five minutes of struggling, I managed to get myself into a sitting position and take the room in with much more detail. There was indeed a fire burning in the fireplace against front wall of the room and as I sat up I could feel the wonderful warmth against my face. I looked over to the right and saw that the bedroom door was opened and I could see into what looked to be a large living area with a wide expanse of windows showing the beautiful Alaskan wilderness. I was about to speak up, wondering if I would even have much of a voice when I heard footsteps coming toward the open doorway. What appeared before my eyes left me completely speechless, as I sat there with my mouth hanging wide open, all thoughts gone, my brain turned to complete mush.
The man standing before me had to be an angel. I wasn't alive, I had died and this was my heaven, God help me if it was. My mind escaped me momentarily and I wondered if you could have casual sex in heaven, because the second I could regain control of myself, I was jumping this man. He looked to be about six foot tall with messy bronze hair and piercing green eyes. I could see the chords standing out in the muscles of his forearms and thought to myself that this was a man that was not afraid of a little hard work. He had on a white filled t-shirt, washed out bluejeans and work boots. He was standing casually against the door frame with his thumbs hitched in the front pockets of his jeans and a slight smile played against his beautiful lips. I wanted to devour them, him...hell he didn't even have to speak, I'd do all the work. I'd take one for the team; Bella Swan here, at your service! Then he spoke...
"It's good to see you awake," he said with a friendly smile, "you had me scared there for a while."
I closed my wide open mouth and looked at him quizzically, in a raw voice I spoke. "What happened? Where am I? I thought for sure I was a goner, how did you find me? Did you find me or am I dreaming?" I said skeptically.
He chuckled for a moment before coming into the room and taking a seat in the empty chair by the door. "As I expected, you're full of questions, and I can answer them all, but please don't strain your voice, it's going to be a bit sore for a while. I imagine between the cold and you calling out for help, you may have pretty well used it up. First, my name is Edward, Edward Cullen and this is my home. We had a pretty big storm come in a couple days ago and I always turn on my ham radio in case of emergency. That's how I found you."
"What do you mean? How could you have found me with just a radio?" I asked with a scratchy voice. He was right, my throat was a bit sore.
I looked at him, puzzled, I was completely confused and he was making no sense. Maybe I needed to go back to sleep, and did he JUST say a couple days ago? How long had I been out?
"No, your not dreaming. It was your cell phone. If you hadn't made that last call, I never would have found you. The radio I have is rather old and occasionally it picks up cell phone frequencies and it just happened to pick yours up and I heard you. I wasn't even sure if you were in trouble but I heard the wind blowing in the phone and your voice was so weak that I took a chance and went out to look for you. I knew you had to be close or the radio wouldn't have picked up your signal. Believe it or not, I actually found you about fifty feet from the house, the snow must have been pretty blinding for you to not have seen it.
"I assumed you got lost in the snow because when I found you, you were about half buried in it. If it wasn't for you snow gear you may not have been so lucky. As it happens, I saw no signs of frostbite so I think you'll be able to keep all your limbs. You were really lucky Ms...?"
"Swan, my name is Bella Swan," I said hoarsely, holding out my hand and feeling a bit embarrassed to have put him through so much trouble. I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks as he got up to take my hand.
Moving forward to the bed he took my hand, grasping it softly. I felt a jolt of familiarity course through my body. It was electrifying and had all my nerve endings tingling in excitement. I knew this man, I mean maybe I didn't know him, but the feeling he gave me when our skin touched was something akin to fate. Like everything I went through, all my trials and tribulations were not for naught and they were leading me up to this moment. It was him... I found myself extremely conscious of his viral appeal. I wanted this man more then I had ever wanted any other, my heart rate accelerated and I sat back in the bed fully aware that not only was I in what I assumed his bed, but that I was also wearing his shirt. I reached up and brushed the sleeve of my right arm over my face. I could smell him through the fabric, the smell was fresh, woodsy, like the crisp air outside, it was a smell I would never forget.
Edward was clearly taken aback as well, peering at me intently. Maybe not so much as I was, but I could tell that my reaction spurred something within him as well. He sat on the edge of the bed, still holding my hand after shaking it. For the first time there was no feeling of uncomfortableness that I always got when dealing with men, even those whom I dated and actually let into my life. It differed from the feeling Jake gave me when he touched me. Jake was comforting, brotherly, affectionate. This was none of that. This was pure heat, a connection like none other, like when two pieces of a puzzle fit perfectly together, fusing to make one piece.
Edward blinked a bit and shook his head, as if he were clearing it, "Are you hungry? I fixed some lunch. I could bring it in here, or if you feel up to it you can come into the other room, get out of bed for a while? I could answer the rest of your questions then..."
It wasn't until Edward mentioned food that I realized how famished I was. As if on que my stomach started growling. Edward let out a laugh, "I guess that answers my question about the food."
"Yes, now that you mention it, I am rather hungry. If you don't mind the company out there, getting out of bed sounds fantastic. I feel like I've been laying still for weeks. I'm so sore."
"I wouldn't mind your company at all. As a matter a fact, I think I'd rather enjoy it. Hang on a second and let me go get you some sweat pants, I assume you don't want to put your jeans back on yet? They may be a bit uncomfortable with all your stiffness," Edward stated thoughtfully.
"Thank you, that would be great. I'm sorry to have put you through so much trouble. I'm sure you had better things to do with your time than take care of me," I said, still feeling like I was intruding.
"No trouble at all, Ms. Swan."
"Bella, please...call me Bella."
"Okay, Bella it is, and I'm Edward, Mr. Cullen is my father," he said smiling. "Now let me go get you those pants."
Edward left the room and I was alone with my thoughts again. Obviously I wasn't dead or in heaven, although I couldn't believe how lucky I was that Edward had found me, or that it was Edward at all. The way my luck had been running, I could have ended up in the cabin of a psychopath. However, I felt comfortable here, like nothing could go wrong and everything was going to be alright and all fall into place. This was, of course, would be where Jake would interject that I was being naive, that nothing like this ever worked out in any one's favor, and it would be doomed for failure. Surely I would find something wrong...
Jake! Ohmigod!! Jake!! He had to be worried sick! I fumbled hurriedly with the covers, not taking into account that I was dressed in nothing but my panties and Edward's button down shirt. I scrambled as fast as I could, stumbled out of bed and nearly hit the floor. My legs were so weak that I could not sustain my balance, but Edward was coming through the door at that moment and he caught me just as I was about to hit the floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.
The jolt was there again as he wrapped his arms around my waist, keeping me from falling. I could feel his breath in my hair, his face was so close to mine. His scent was intoxicating, there wasn't any trace of cologne, but rather, just like his shirt, the aroma of the outdoors, a fresh winter smell that lingered on him. It was crisp, clean and all male. I took in a sharp breath and willed my body to behave, trying to control my voice as to not make any noise. My hair fell into my face and I pulled my head back, peeking at him from behind my mask. Brushing my hair aside I rushed on, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize my legs would be so weak still, and I panicked."
"It's okay, I can understand. You've been through a lot, but I'm not going to hurt you, you have nothing to fear from me." Edward looked genuinely concerned that I was thinking badly of him. I could tell by the look on his face that the thought had pained him. I barely knew this man, but I wanted to erase that feeling, to make it go away and never come back. I needed him to understand that I did not fear him, but quite the opposite.
"No, NO!" I said alarmed that he thought I felt that way, "It's not that at all, I promise. Its just that..well you may think this seems silly, but I was supposed to check in with my friend, and if I have been here as long as I think I have, he must be worried sick. I tried calling him before, but I don't know what happened. I can't imagine what he's feeling right now," I murmured in a low voice.
Edward lifted me up and set me atop the bed, "I'm sorry Bella, but unfortunately until the storm passes we can't place any calls out. I can radio into the station that you're safe and maybe they can pass it on to your boyfriend that you're okay if he or anyone, for that matter calls in."
"Oh, no. Jake's just my friend who's a bit protective, that's all. If you wouldn't mind radioing it in, though, it would really make me feel better." I know I was still a bit fuzzy, but I could have sworn I saw a look of relief pass over Edward's face.
"Absolutely Bella. I'll go do that it in while you get dressed. Then I'll come back and get you and we can go into the other room and get some lunch. Sound good?"
"That sounds great." Edward left the room, closing the door behind him. I picked up the pants he had left for me to put on. There was a logo on the upper right pant leg that said University of Chicago Maroons. Surely he wasn't from Chicago. There was no way, it had to be a coincidence, maybe it was a gift. I put on the pants and slowly made my way around the bed searching for my bra. I grabbed it from the chair where it was folded and placed between my shirt and pants. I took my arms out of Edward's shirt sleeves quickly, and managed to get the bra on just before I heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," I called out, thankful that I had managed to get dressed just in time. He opened the door and peeked his head though.
"Are you ready to eat?" He asked me smiling. "I make the meanest tomato soup and grilled cheese this side of the Yukon."
"You bet, I'm famished."
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With Edward's arm around me to steady me from falling, we made our way into the large great room. Like the bedroom, it was decorated rustically and the windows I saw before stretched all the way across the expanse of the room. The view to the outside was breathtaking, the snow on the ground appeared to be a smooth blanket of perfect white, and the branch's of all the trees were covered in snow like something you would see on a Christmas card. Edward walked me over to the bar attached to an open kitchen that faced the great room and sat me down on one of the bar stools. He walked around the bar into the kitchen and lifted the lid off a pot, stirring the wonderful smelling soup. My mouth was salivating, I was so hungry. He ladled soup into two bowls and placed them both on the bar. As he turned back he opened the oven and pulled out a tray of grilled cheese sandwiches, putting one for each of us on two small plates and placing them beside the soup. Walking back around, he situated himself in the chair beside me.
"I hope the food is okay. I really just guessed at something neutral for lunch, hoping it would be okay."
"It's great Edward, perfect. I love grilled cheese and tomato soup. Thank you again for going to the trouble," I said apologetically, still feeling guilty.
"Bella, really, it's no trouble and I'm happy to help. I'm just thankful that I had the radio on or you would have froze to death for sure. Why don't you eat a bit, see if you don't feel a bit better afterward. Then I'll be happy to answer anymore questions you have."
It was amazing to me how understanding and attentive this man was being. I mean sure, he found me out in the snow, and brought me in to make sure I was going to be okay, but to extend so much and not seem put out in the least? I wondered for a moment if he had a girlfriend, or even a wife. He wasn't wearing a ring, but in this day in age, that was not at all unusual. I decided to make small talk until we were both finished with our meals.
I looked around the room for any indication of another person, namely a girlfriend, that may have had their personal items lying around. Seeing nothing, I foraged ahead, "How long have you lived out here? It seems so far from the city. Do you have family and friends that live out here, too?" I rambled on. "I only ask that because of the pants you gave me. They are from U of C, so I just wondered. I'm sorry if I'm being nosey."
"Actually, it's a great question. I'm originally from Chicago and I moved out here about five years ago, no logical reason really. I work for myself, so I can really go anywhere. I simply felt the need to get away, be alone and Alaska seemed like the perfect place. My family all still lives in Chicago and I usually fly in for the Christmas holiday. Unfortunately with this weather, I may have to skip that this year." Shock and complete relief filtered through my body; this was so ironic, eerie even. I had lived in Chicago for years and never run into this man. I wished I had, but I guessed that fate was playing a funny game with us. Leaving me to drift off in the snow to finally meet someone, and in Alaska of all places.
"It's funny you mention that you're from Chicago," I said in a soft voice, looking up at him. "I moved there right out of high school to go to college and have been there ever since. I went back to school three years ago to finish my masters degree. I've had it about 6 months now."
"You live in Chicago?" he said, in a completely bewildering voice.
"I do, for the last 8 years I have." I was holding my breath. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he seemed completely unsure if he should or not.
"Bella, can I ask you a question? And feel free to not answer if you don't want too." I nodded my head, giving him the signal to continue. "Do you believe in fate, that we are pre-destined?"
I thought for a moment before answering, "I believe that we are all free to make our own choices, that we create our own luck and happiness, but I also believe that everything happens for a reason. I don't know if you call that fate, or faith but..."
Edward hesitated, looking at me intently "I do believe in fate, and I believe I was meant to find you in the snow, that you are where you are supposed to be. I'm sorry if that sounds a little creepy, but the moment I saw you covered in the snow outside, I just knew. You're supposed to be here, we were supposed to meet. Does that sound crazy?"
I felt a rush of relief course through me. I wasn't going crazy and more importantly he felt it too. "No, actually it doesn't. Ever since you walked into that room, It's, I can't explain it in words. I know we just met, I've been talking to you for all of what, an hour? But I felt as if I've know you all my life, I-," I looked down at my lap as I started to say the next words, feeling as if I needed a bigger push, a bit more courage before I looked him in he eye and said them out loud. "I think I've been waiting for you...I know I've been looking for you." As I said the last of my confession I looked at him, seeing no disdain or question in his brilliant green eyes. "Have you ever felt as if something were missing from your life, something vital that makes you whole, that completes you?"
Edward didn't answer. Before I had time to contemplate what that meant, he had reached forward and pulled me into his arms, pressing his lips onto mine. My hands instantly reached up and threaded into his hair. I heard a low growl emit from the back of his throat which fueled my fire. Every bit of remorse I had been feeling for Jake left me at that moment. Feeling Edward's lips on mine, breathing in his scent, feeling his arms around me, it was like being welcomed back home after a long journey.
Edward pulled back, a look of shame distorting his features. He dropped his hands from around me and starting moving back, "Bella, I am so sorry, I never meant to-"
"No," I said shaking my head. "Please don't, I mean, don't go, don't stop. I can't remember the last time I've felt so at home, so alive. You've awoken something inside of me that I thought would never exist. Please don't take this the wrong way, I mean, this isn't something I've ever done before, but for some reason I just know that you're different and that this isn't going to end up being some winter fling. Please tell me if I'm wrong. Am I wrong to feel this way, is it just me?"
"Oh God no," Edward rushed out, "I just didn't want you to think-"
"Lets not think for a while, okay? I have lived my entire life thinking, making decisions based upon what was right for me. I have missed so much and I don't want to think now. I don't want to miss another moment. I just want to feel, to be. Will you feel with me Edward, will you make me feel?" At that moment I had one thing on my mind, and one thing only. I had passed up so much in life trying to play it safe. For the first time ever I wanted to let go of it all, to be free and make decisions on feeling rather then logic. I wanted Edward more than anything. It was the biggest feeling of sexual empowerment I had ever felt, and I didn't want to let it go.
Reaching forward, I grasped the back of Edward's neck and pulled him towards me. He moved easily, freely letting me take the lead. I moved my head in toward his, tilting it slightly and brushed my lips on his. Once, twice, three times, softly and lightly. I peeked my tongue out from between my lips, running it along his lower lip, tasting him, reveling in the softness of his mouth. I lightly nipped at his bottom lip until he opened his mouth slightly and pressing my lips on his I kissed him. Not being able to resist I let my tongue begin to explore, in search of his. His taste was intoxicating and his tongue touching mine sent shivers of desire down my spine. I could tell Edward was straining to hold back and in the urgency of his kiss, sent new spirals of of ecstasy through me, leaving my mouth burning with fire. He pulled back slighty and brushed his mouth over mine as he spoke. "I want you Bella. Please tell me if you don't want this and I'll stop, but if you don't say so now, I'm going to carry you into my bedroom and make love to you...my God, you don't know how long I've waited for you. Where have you been..."
"I've been waiting for you," I whispered, and with those words he picked me up and carried me into another room. This one had similar decor as the rest of the house, with a massive four post bed that he laid me in the center of. As he towered over me, he strategically lifted my shirt and kissed the bare flesh between the bottom of my sweats and my shirt. I couldn't disguise my body's reaction to his touch as I instinctively arched forward, silently begging for more. Splaying his hands on my waist, he kissed the flesh below my ribcage, nipping and nibbling on my skin.
Slowly, he reached up and started unbuttoning my shirt and I propped myself up on my elbows. As the shirt parted open,it revealed my tender skin. My breasts the only thing keeping me the shirt from falling off my shoulders. I arched my neck back thrusting forward slightly. He starting at the base of my bellybutton and slowly worked his way up, placing tiny kisses on my skin until he reached the apex between my breasts. Reaching up he opened the front clasp of my bra and moved the material aside revealing part of my body I rarely let anyone see. He lowered his head taking my taunt nipple into his mouth, his tongue caressing my sensitive swollen bud, I could not control my outcry of ecstasy. His hand moved gently, outlining the circle of my breast, before taking my nipple between his fingers and rolling it. Not wanting to give more attention to one side than the other, he moved his head and took my other breast into his mouth. His tongue flicking rapidly across my nipple, sending tingles of delight throughout my entire body. I placed my hands in his hair, holding his head in place as I cried out, wanting more.
He reached down with his free hand, exploring the sensitive skin leading down to my heat. Softly he brushed his fingers along my body until he reached the top of my pants. Untying the string that helped to hold them up, his hand disappeared beneath my pants and began a lust arousing exploration of my flesh. His finger touched my swollen clit, flicking at first and the rubbing tiny circles over it. The heat that consumed my body made me buck under his hands. Slowly he inserted one finger and then two, moving them, finding the sensitive spot that would drive me over the edge. I moaned aloud in erotic pleasure. I had never in my life had anyone that could make feel this way, and I tried my best to hold onto it before falling over the edge.
"Come for me Bella. I want to see your face as I take you over. I want to see you writhe in pleasure at my hand." His voice was soft and low, so sexy and so full of passion. In which that alone would have done me in, but coupled with the words he spoke I was lost, done, and I came as he continued to move his fingers inside me, continuing to rub my clit until I was finished. Bringing his hand out of my pants he raised it to his mouth and licked my essence off his finger. "Sweet Jesus Bella, you taste so good."
I was speechless, never had anything like this been done to me. Watching him lick me off of him had completely aroused me again, and I was reaching for him before I had time to stop and think. Pulling his head back to mine, I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips, on his tongue. I moaned with pleasure. Lowering my hands, I moved them to the bottom of his shirt and pulled up. I needed to see his flesh, feel his bare skin on mine. His hand lowered at the same time, pushing down my pants until they fell to the floor.
I trailed my fingers up and down the bare flesh of his back, while my other hand made steady progress unbuttoning his jeans. When I had them undone he reached down pushing them, he finished kicking them off and lowered himself onto me, I felt my breasts crushing into the hardness of his firm chest. Reaching over and taking my hand he guided it to himself. I wrapped my fingers around his length, slowly moving my hand up and down as best as I could between our bodies. His shaft was hard and long and I knew just from the feel of it, I was not to be disappointed. He continued assaulting my lips, and turned us onto our sides, his hand moving downward, skimming the side of my body to my thigh; the touch hurling me beyond the point of no return.
"Edward," I gasped in sweet agony, "I don't know how much longer I can take this. I need you, I need you inside me. I need to feel you in me." Edward growled in the back of his throat at my words, turning me back over and in one single moment entering me, completing me. I rose to meet him in a moment of uncontrolled passion, taking him fully into me, like a sword fully sheathed to the hilt. Together we found a tempo that bound our bodies together. Edward was pumping in and out in an divine dance. "Bella...Bella, my God you are exquisite, I just can't get enough," he whispered in my ear. Reaching down he placed his finger on my swollen nub, making all of my nerve endings burn. I couldn't take it any longer. I felt my passion rising, like the hottest fire, clouding my brain.
"Edward, come with me, please. I can't wait any longer." Moving faster and harder then he had before he took me over the edge and spilled himself inside me. Leaning over, he once again he took my lips in a searing kiss, still deep inside me. Panting heavily against his lips, my chest heaving, I was filled with an amazing sense of completeness. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wondered how I had become so lucky. of all the places to meat the man of your dreams, mine was in the Alaskan Tundra.
Edward rolled us over onto our sides and wrapped me in his arms, "I have never, in my life, felt this way. I really do think I was meant to find you, and you were meant to be here, with me. I don't know where we are to go from here, but I pray that this is not the last time I get to hold you in my arms, feel you under me. I feel-"
"Edward," I interrupted, "I'm not going anywhere. Like I said before, I've been waiting for you," I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, lost in his eyes for a moment. "I have a lot of making up to do."
He smiled at me, passion still filling his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I've spent so many years waiting for the right man, and now that I've found you, I have a lot of time to make up for."
"I really like the sound of that, but you do know that eventually someone will call the station looking for you and I left word where you are. Once the weather clears..."
"At this moment, I could care less about who's looking for me, or the weather. Make love to me again Edward...I need you."
Well?? What do you think? It was my FIRST lemon. *Shaking Nervously*