DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THESE CHARACTERS, THE WONDERFUL STEPHENIE MEYER DOES.
This is for those who crave the sexual aggressive sides of Edward and Bella that we ALL know are lurking between every line of every book.
And this is for my sister of suspender fetish over on Twilighted.
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"Hurry back to me, you." I leaned up on my tippy toes in order to allow my lips to press against his. Soft and warm. He trailed his right hand down my spine and pressed it into the small of my back, crushing our lower halves together, igniting a fire between my legs. I loved how perfectly our bodies molded together, like puzzle pieces. Each of my curves fitted snuggly into his. His tongue trailed my lower lip and I allowed him access into my mouth. Our tongues fought a heated battle, but I always let him win. I felt him grinning against my lips before he kissed me and pressed his forehead to mine.
"If only Carlisle knew why I was always late to meetings." His eyes gleamed into mine and he revealed his perfect teeth to me while he let out a soft giggle and smirked. I pecked his one dimple on the right side of his mouth and pulled myself back, holding onto his suspenders.
God, his suspenders. If he only knew the fantasies I had about those things.
He looked like a young stud growing up in the early 1900's, with a little personality. His plaid shirt was tucked into his navy blue slacks, which hung over his black boots. They were always untied. It made his footsteps more distinct. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the meadow of light arm hair he sported. He had shaved his face this morning, but by now, his stubble was making a much-wanted come back. It spread along the sharp "V" of his jaw line, which was perfectly parallel to the "V" on his waist, leading to the spot I felt right now, against my lower stomach. After realizing I had been gripping his suspenders with every muscle in my tiny fingers, I let go, a little embarrassed. I thanked God he couldn't read my mind.
"See you when you get back, love," I murmured.
He planted a kiss on my forehead and moved his lips to my ear.
"I'll be doing more than just seeing you." The heat from his breath sent a warming shiver down my spine, intensifying the now ache in between my legs. Damn hormones. I was always jealous of how strong he was. How he could control his animalistic tendencies when the hormones coursed his blood.
I watched as he flitted out the door while non-chalantly adjusting the obvious bulge in his pants. Then I quickly took into account where I was standing. My memory seems to disappear whenever he gets too close to me. I need to be reminded to breath. But I wouldn't want it any other way.
After the wedding, Esme and Carlisle surprised Edward and I with our own little cottage, built perfectly in a very green area of the forest. I had always dreamed of the nights where I wouldn't have to say goodnight and leave Edward. Now, my universe was complete. I had Edward, forever. And he had me, undeniably. However, every Thursday evening, Carlisle and the rest of the Cullen boys go out for dinner and talk about business. I know they miss him and it's necessary and important, but I hate it. I started missing him the moment I pulled myself away from him. My body aches for him. I never knew I could love someone so much and have it all returned in the most selfless ways.
Once I brought myself back to reality, I was standing in our dimly lit bedroom. I sighed and swayed over to our bed Edward bought for us. Standing next to it, I stripped myself down to my undergarments. Lately, sleeping like this was very comfortable. Perhaps it was because Edward made me feel beautiful in no matter what I wore. Or perhaps it was because I knew how Edward would react when he found me in bed in a bra and panties. His favorite bra and panties. The black lace ones with the clasp of the bra in the front.
Yes, easy access for my favorite set of teeth.
What was I thinking? He would be so tired when he arrived home later.
Or he'll be so riled up with the sight of you that he'll pounce on you before even taking his shoes off, my irrational self said.
I had it bad. I had also made up my mind. Even though I wasn't tired enough to sleep, I mine as well lay down and unwind. I was going to try and rest.
Good luck.
Seriously. I got as far as placing my head on the feathery white pillow when I looked over at the clock on my night table. 9:43pm.
Edward usually strolled in around eleven o'clock. I couldn't wait until I felt his warm body pressed against mine under the covers, claiming me and his, and placing soft linear kisses down my neck to my shoulder. Last week he had come home and found me in the shower. There is not a sight in this world that can do Edward's dripping wet face justice. The way the water darkens his hair, and splays it across his eyes. Or the way his lips purse to taste the water, and then his tongue gently licking it. Or how the heat from the water perfectly matches the heat of every bit of moisture between my legs that Edward causes. . .
I thought about those moments for a while until, without realization, my eyelids surrendered to gravity and I fell into a deep sleep.
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I awoke sometime later, after a much needed dreamless sleep. Just the silence and even breathing was enough the recharge me. I didn't open my eyes, but I turned to lie on my back and threw my forearm over my eyes. All I felt was the sheets over my skin like cool silk. All I smelled was Edward's scent on the sheets. A perfume that was unique to him. Masculine, yet floral. And he tasted even better than he smelled. He wasn't just visually pleasing. All my senses bowed down to him.
I allowed my eyes to peek at the clock. 10:57pm. He never disappointed me. I listened in the darkness. I heard a distinct "beep" that represented the locking of Edward's Volvo. I grinned like a little girl.
He's home, he's home!
Then I heard the front door faintly open, squeaking in all the memorized spots, and then closing tightly. I heard keys being placed on the table in the dining room. Then I heard footsteps getting louder, but slower. He was probably trying not to wake me. One of the many reasons why I loved him.
I listened for the doorknob to our bedroom to turn, trying to remember if I even shut our door.
What if I left it open? I would've heard everything else much clearer. Right? Bella, stop it, it doesn't really matter if you left the door open or not.
Before I could regain a normal thought process, I felt the sheets over my body pull on either side of me, locking me against the mattress. I gasped and threw my arm off my face, widening my eyes.
But I just stared into the darkness. I heard a soft giggle escape a set of lips that were just inches away from me. The familiar scent of his breath was laced with pure bliss. Floral and masculine. Maybe a hint of some vodka, but Edward wasn't much of a drinker. Besides, he drove home. And Edward was responsible.
"Edward?" I whispered, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips.
"Yes, love. Did I wake you?" His voice was warm and throaty, like he was trying his hardest to speak softly. His whispers tickled my face and the sweet perfume of his breath lingered in the air, intoxicating me.
"No, no. I was just resting my eyes," I lied. It was a harmless lie. I needed him. Now.
"Then perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me how your night was?" I heard the smile in his smooth voice. It was like a lullaby.
"It was…boring. You weren't here to-" I gasped when his lips made contact with mine. It shot a wave of pleasure through my mouth, down my neck, and straight down to my hot center. It wasn't until then that I noticed the pressure of his body become more strained against me there.
"I wasn't here to what, Bella?" He whispered against the skin of my neck, leaving a trail of kisses the whole way down from my mouth. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight.
"To…" I couldn't make up a lie to save my life. "To keep me company?" I was breathing heavy and giggled at my own pathetic lie.
"You're a terrible liar." His lips were now on my collarbone, discovering its length and nibbling on it.
Then quickly, his lips were on mine. And behind my eyelids, I felt a warm, soft light flicker in the darkness. I opened my eyes and saw Edward's face teasingly close to mine. We both turned our heads to see the light source.
"A candle," Edward said, matter-of-factly. He brought the match to his lips and blew it out, throwing it on the night table and turning back to face me.
Why did that turn me on? Maybe because of the way his upper lip pouts out in times like this. Slightly more forward then his bottom lip, succulent and mouth-watering.
I looked at him through narrow eyes and ran my fingers through his now disheveled hair, revealing more of his flawless face and sparkling eyes. In the same moment, we leaned into each other, kissing passionately inside the jumping shadows of our bodies against the candle light.
My hands wandered throughout this kiss, down to his neck and around to grip his hair. My thumbs ran up and down the rim of his ears and he moaned into my mouth, pressing harder against my body. I felt one of his hands grab the underside of my head, embracing my hair in his fingers. The other one conformed to the curves of my hips outside the sheets. I was desperate for more contact. I instinctively lifted my hips into his, and then came back down, only to feel him follow my movements like a magnet, pressing his obvious erection into me.
When my hands got to his shoulders, I gasped and broke the kiss.
"Suspenders," I whispered, as I looked at them with lustful eyes.
Obviously impatient now that I broke the kiss, he returned to my mouth. "Kiss I had a feeling kiss you loved them. Kiss."
He groaned, and with one swift movement Edward's body lifted off of mine and he removed the evil sheets from between us before branding his body to mine not even a second later. I felt the heat he was emanating through his plaid collared shirt. He had the first 2 buttons unbuttoned, revealing the stray hairs on his chest. I traveled the path of his eyes down to my chest.
All for you, Edward.
"My favorite," he said in a seductive tone, while lowering his teeth to the clasp. As he worked the clasp, I felt his chin tickle my skin with his fresh stubble. With a few clicks and scrapes, I felt my breasts bounce free from my bra, and Edward's hands catching them. One of his hands ripped the bra from under me and threw it across the room. God, I love it when he's reckless.
I arched my back, raising my chest to him. He took it the way I wanted him to. As an invitation.
Edward's soft, warm lips hovered over my nipple. His hot breathe lingered around it before licking around the circle and finally sucking it into his mouth. I latched my fingers around his suspenders. God, yes. I felt my sensitive bud harden inside his mouth as his tongue flicked it.
"Mmmm, Edward," I moaned, pulling on his suspenders. He growled against my nipple, sending vibrations over every inch of my skin. While he sucked on one, his hand rubbed circles around the other. I felt the warm moisture pool in my panties. I was aching for him so badly that I bucked my hips up again. This time, I felt his hard erection through the confines of his cargo pants. He groaned again.
"Bella," he murmured into my breast, "I want you. I need you. Right now."
His words sent me over the edge as I pulled on his suspenders with every muscle I had, bringing his face to mine. "I'm yours."
"I love you," he vowed.
"I love you, too, Edward. Now give me your hand."
With a spark of curiosity on his face, he placed his hand in mine and I guided it down my body to the apex of my legs, where I was hot and wet. I rubbed his hand on the lace panties that were now damp. He moaned and his fingers dipped under the lace, brushing over my hairless lips.
I felt his other arm reach for the remote to our sound system on the night table and pressing play. My lullaby started to play around us. Soft and sweet. Edward's soft side was my favorite. But just then, my thigh begged to differ as his hard cock strained against it, begging to break free. I felt him let out a heavy sigh as he slipped two fingers up and down my slippery slit. I moaned in pleasure.
"God, Bella, you're so wet." He said frantically.
I pulled his suspenders violently and looked him straight in the eye. "It's all your fault, Mr. Cullen."
And as his lips crashed into mine I felt him push a finger into me. We moaned into each other as he felt around my insides, twisting and bending, embedding in his mind which spots made me scream his name.
"And you're so kiss tight," he moaned, while sliding a second finger in. He breathing was frenzied. I loved it. He fingers pumped in and out of me with more and more force each second. I felt myself clench around his fingers causing his actions to become more rapid.
My grip on his suspenders got tighter and tighter that I felt I might burn them to little ashes before we were through. Then he kept flicking his fingers inside me, hitting that spot in rapid successions. My hips left the mattress, forcing them deeper than before.
"Yes, Bella. Cum for me, love." His eyes were deeply planted in mine, lips parted as he fingered me mercilessly.
I almost ripped his suspenders off his body. He sent me over the edge while his chest crashed against mine.
"Oh, Edward!" I screamed as I exploded on his fingers. His other hand was now cupped around the back of my neck, supporting me. "God, you're…inhale…amazing…exhale," I whispered, trying to catch my breath. I felt my heart pounded against my chest.
"You're beautiful when you tighten around me, you know that?" He cooed in my ear. Then he brought his fingers up to his mouth. "Beautiful when I feel you drip all over my suck fingers. Suck." I bit my lip. "God, you taste so fucking good, Bella."
He licked every last finger dry. I reached for him, patting his chest to tell him to come back down. He tilted his head.
"You love these things don't you, love?" He said, while tugging on his suspenders.
I felt my cheeks boiling.
"Ah, that blush. A perfect give away. I knew you loved them. It's all you were thinking about when we said good bye before." His face gradually got closer to me.
I looked at him curiously. "How did you kno-" But I was interrupted.
"You're an open book, Bella. You're thoughts are no secret," he said, delivering my favorite crooked smile. His face got a little closer.
I bit my lip again, a little embarrassed that Edward was right. It was like he could read my mind.
"Don't be ashamed. I always fantasize about you tugging on them," his words danced along my lips. His sweet breath filled the air around me as his face stopped when our noses touched.
My eyes lit up and met his, heavy with lust. "Oh, they're not the only things I could tug on."
With that, I pushed him down on the mattress on his back. His chest heaved with his heavy breathing as I undid his belt and fly. I felt him hard as a rock under my palms, and gave myself a few seconds to tease him. I rubbed what felt like the head under the fabric with my fingers, and then brushed my palm along the length. Feeling him like that made me start dripping again. My lullaby in the background was up to its first crescendo, where Edward's fingers tapped weightlessly across the ivories.
Thriving on anticipation, I turned to rip his boots off that were conveniently untied to begin with. They hit the floor with a thud. His socks followed. He took it upon himself to kick his pants off. It caused his straps to snap off his belt, and his long, hard cock to break free, catapulting to his stomach. He was throbbing. I started with two hands, squeezing at the base, stroking my way up his length, then twisting my hands around his tip.
"Fuck, Bella," he moaned, absent mindedly thrusting his hips upward into my hands. His eyes were closed, and I loved surprising him. . .
I lowered my lips to his tip and sucked all of his pre-cum. He screamed in pleasure while my hands returned to stroking him up and down, quickening my pace with every groan that escaped his lips.
My tongue flicked the bottom side of the head, his most sensitive spot, and he almost ripped the sheets with his grip. Then he sat up.
"Bella," he said between breaths, "I want… I need…"
I stroke him hard. "What do you need, Edward." I bent down and took his whole length in my mouth, relaxing my throat so he could go in as deep as he could.
"Ahh! FUCK!" He screamed. "Please…" I moved my lips back up his length. My right hand grabbed the base and stroked up while my lips left him. Then I slid my lips down on him again, sliding my tongue along the shaft as I cupped his balls in my left hand, massaging them.
I looked up at him through my eyelashes and he was biting his lip, breathing heavy.
I moaned against him and he grabbed my face. I released him with a "pop" and he looked into my eyes.
"I need to fuck you."
Fuck he did not just say that.
Yes he fucking did.
My lullaby was getting stronger. I felt the music run through my veins. I removed his shirt hastily, the suspenders sliding off with it.
"Wait," he said.
I watched him connect the suspenders to their ends and slide them up his arms, like two elastic rings.
"You're going to need to hold on," he warned. His head was lowered a bit, and the synergy of those words and his bedroom eyes looking at me from behind his hair and lowered eyebrows made my steaming hot center throb for him.
We were both on our knees on the bed when he started to approach me, smirking the whole way. His right hand was wrapped around his aching cock, stroking it lightly. My bottom lip was once again wedged in between my teeth and my panties were soaked. He reached down to feel me with his left hand when he was close enough, brushing his fingertips along the fabric.
"My, my…it seems as though we're not finished here."
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. "Edward…please."
"What, love? Tell me," he teased, as he slid his fingers under the fabric of my panties.
"I want you," I got out in one breath.
"And where do you want me, Bella?" He teased my entrance with his finger.
"Fuck. Right…" he plunged his finger inside of me. "Ahh! Right there!"
"What part of me do you want there, love?" He wiggled his finger inside of me. "My fingers?"
I nodded my head in desperation, panting.
"Then what?"
I reached my hand down and grabbed his dick, feeling his fingers around it, hard and still wet from my mouth being around it. I stroked him once to tell him. "This."
"Say it, Bella," he commanded while pumping me harder with his fingers.
"Your dick, Edward! I want your dick inside me!" I screamed. I heard him groan and flip me onto my back. His tip grazed my slit, covering it in all my wetness. We both hissed in pleasure while I grabbed onto to his suspenders hanging from his chest.
"Oh, you better hold on tight, love."
And with that, he plummeted his long hard cock into my aching core. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He groaned every time my heels dug into his ass. I could feel his hips' fluid, animalistic movements under my ankles as he thrust.
"Oh, GOD, Edward!" I screamed.
God, I loved how he filled me. I loved how my walls hugged him perfectly, causing the best friction. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him deeper inside me. He slide out completely, then banged into me, repeating that action 3 times before leaning down to kiss me. The feel of him completely still inside me was amazing. I could feel him pulsing against my walls.
I circled my hips once, desperate for movement. "Edward," I moaned, "Please." My lullaby was approaching its highest part. The symmetry of how our sex matched the emotion of the music was empowering I could've wept.
He loves when I beg him.
"Please, what?" He drew circles on my cheek with his lips.
That was it. I wrapped the suspenders around my wrists and grabbed them tighter, bringing him closer to me. "Edward please, just…just…FUCK ME!"
"Oh Bella…" Edward hissed while he rocked back and forth into me. He was fucking me hard now, ravaging me into the mattress, and I just kept pulling on his straps. His hair would fly in every direction with each thrust and we were both covered in a layer of sweat now. "Oh, fuck, Bella."
He arched his neck back while he rammed his hard cock into me. I was so wet that it started to sound sloppy. My body moved up and down the bed with his reckless thrusts and I began to float off into blissful pleasure. My grip on his suspenders tightened as my walls did the same around his dick. His hand crawled between our bodies and started rubbing circles on my clit.
Then he spoke. "Come on, Bella…Cum for me again. I want to feel you spill all over my dick while thrust I thrust fuck thrust you."
I clenched those fucking straps tighter then ever and screamed as my walls closed on him. My hips wildly thrashed up towards him as I felt my orgasm shake my entire body. He continued to pummel into me while I rode out my orgasm, squeezing on him.
"Oh, Edward…Fuck, EDWARD!" I screamed as I circled my hips into his.
"Oh, we want more, do we?" In an instant he took one suspender and unhooked it. He pulled me up on his lap while throwing the strap behind my back, and grabbing it on the other side.
"Lean back, love."
I did as he said, resting on the elastic strap he held for me. He was still inside me as he began to move again.
"Mmmm."
"'Mmmm?'" He questioned. "That feels good, love?" He took my hand and guided it down to wear we were connected and made me feel his dick move. "It feels good to have me inside of you, right?" His breath was hot on my neck as he spoke into it.
"God, yes. It feels so good, you feel so fucking good, Edward." I moaned with my head back.
"You want more?"
"Please."
"As you wish." And with that, Edward pulled out and slammed into my aching core, sending me off his hips. But the suspender caught me and sent me back down onto him, like a sling-shot.
"AHH! FUCK, Edward!" I screamed as his thrusts sent me flying off his hips and crashing back down on his cock.
"Oh Bella, you feel so good. You feel so fucking good." His voice was deep and throaty and I could tell he was close. Then his lips grazed my ear and my skin broke out in goose bumps. "Bella, love, turn around," he said, releasing me from him.
He guided my hands onto the headboard and patted them to let me know to keep them there. Then he took the other suspender and put it around his neck and over my head.
"Bite it when you need to. We don't want to disrupt the forest when we cum together," he whispered in my ear. His teeth nibbled my earlobe while he hands came around my body and cupped my breasts, rubbing them both. My nipple hardened as his thumbs brushed over them and his fingers tweaked the peak.
One hand dropped between us. I felt him tap my inner thighs with his cock.
"Spread your legs, love," he said, quickly returning to devouring my ear.
I opened my legs so he could maneuver his way into me. And when he entered me, I bit down on his suspender, moaning into it.
"That's it, sink your teeth into it," he groaned, thrusting in and out of me from behind. Every time he would tilt his head back, the suspender forced my head to follow his. My neck arched back and, with the strap in between my teeth, I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. My lullaby climaxed and the sustaining of the last chord echoed through the room, depicting the perfection of where we were. How we were.
For a second, he held me against his chest and whispered in my ear, "The music stopped." I felt his hand softly remove the suspender from my mouth.
I turned my head to kiss his forehead, panting violently. "Don't you dare do the same." With that, he moved the suspender back to my teeth and began pumping his cock into me.
The friction of our connection was strongest now. I was tightening again, and I could tell from his swift and rapid thrusts that he was close to.
"Oh, Edward…" I moaned.
He thrust harder.
"Ahh! God, Edward!" I mumbled loudly, the suspender still in my mouth.
Harder.
"Edward!"
He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them tight.
"Ah, fuck Bella! I'm going to cum!" He was slamming his hips into me with reckless abandon while his grip on my breasts kept me planted on him. It made every fuck deep and euphoric, sending electrical currents up my spine.
He buried his face in my neck as he slammed into me one last time. I felt his warm spurts collide against my walls, along with his pulse that shot up and down his length while he spilled into me, causing my body to go weak and thrash with pleasure as my intense orgasm took over.
"Ahh, fuck, Edward!" I took one of my hands and pulled on his suspender that must have fallen from my mouth, pulling his face harder against my neck.
He groaned fiercely. "Mmmmph."
"Edward, God, you're so amazing." I said as I exhaled.
"Bella…" He exhaled, trying to catch his breath.
Edward lifted the suspender from around us and threw it to the floor. He slid out of me and turned me around to crash his lips against mine. His tongue fought for dominance over mine. As usual, I let him win, and he grinned against my mouth. "I love you, Bella."
"I love you, too, Edward."
He cradled me in his arms as we kissed and laid us both down under the covers. I rubbed circles along his back, gaining little moans here and there from his pouted lips.
His eyes remained shut as his spoke. "I'm going to have to wear my suspenders more often."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, urging him to continue.
Did Edward find my fetish sexy? God, help me. . .
"Oh yeah. I still have a lot in mind involving the three of us."
I giggled. "Like what?" I waited for my answer while running my fingers through his messy hair.
"You're going to have to wait until next Thursday night, love," he teased. He leaned up to kiss me and then blew the candle out, which was now a lump of dripping wax around the wick. He lay back down and cradled me against his chest. Sleeping naked was one of my favorite things. Every movement triggered something.
I ground my backside into his hips, igniting the flame again. He moaned into my hair and squeezed me tighter against him. I knew I had won this battle.
"I don't think you're going to make it to next Thursday."
*****
Yeah, next Thursday is too far away.
I plan on making this a story so stay tuned!
EPOV coming up!
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