Pretty Piece of Flesh
Disclaimer: I have absolutely no rights to these characters.
AN: I start a new job on Tuesday and I'm not sure I'll have much time to update for a while so I thought I'd go ahead and just post everything I've written. This particular story is by far my favorite, and the hottest, that I've written. It is smut-tastic, so be warned.
To give you some background, the following story takes place as though Bella didn't get knocked up on the honeymoon. They stayed for their entire trip, headed back to Forks and moved into their awesome cottage, just the two of them. Bella is still a lowly human with no strangely named half-vampire children in the picture. We good? Ok, moving on…
I crossed the room to look at myself again in the full-length mirror. The person looking back at me looked sexy enough, with a hint of clumsiness and waning self-confidence. So basically I looked exactly like me but clad in a dropped-waist dark midnight blue corset with a dark tan lace trim. The garter clips of the corset held up nude-colored stockings sheathed by matching midnight blue high heels. The coordinating dark tan triangle of fabric between my legs left little to the imagination. I turned to look at myself from every angle, trying my damnedest to breathe under the restrictive boning of the corset. Thank God these things fell out of style.
I turned around and looked at the back of myself over my shoulder. Alice had helped me lace up the intricate tan silk that ran up the back, a mortifying experience to say the least but being that she'd helped me make the purchase it's not as if it was a secret. As always, I couldn't take full credit for the ensemble, though for once the initial idea was mine. When I first expressed the thought to Alice, I blushed crimson red as I explained in detail my desire to give Edward a welcome home present he wouldn't forget by dressing in a modern version of the lingerie that would have enticed him at 17-years-old in 1918 Chicago. I was planning to scheme solo but then I realized I wasn't exactly sure what lingerie might have looked like in the early 1900s in Chicago, so I enlisted some eyewitness help. Or as close as I could get since Alice didn't exactly remember anything from her human life and thus couldn't really remember what the traditional lingerie may have been back then. When she solicited the help of Emmett behind my back I nearly died of embarrassment. Just knowing that he knew would have been bad enough without all the cat calls and whistles every time I walked into a room. It had worked out nicely, though, as Emmett was disturbingly fixated on women's lingerie and had scrounged up some old pornographic pictures from the era of his adolescence at a street fair in New York some years back.
Alice of course squealed with the delight at the prospect of dressing me up like an early 1900s starlet, complete with a popular hairstyle from the period. At my persistent begging she didn't hairspray me into oblivion and kept the number of pins to the absolute minimum, I knew full well that Edward preferred my hair down in the throes of passion.
And so here I stood, all dressed up and nowhere to go. Edward would be returning from a two day hunting trip he'd taken with Jasper (thank God Emmett hung back for once, the cat would have been out of the bag and around the block by the time Edward made it back) and would be home any second.
We'd been married for two months and four days, not that I was counting, and since our initial tryst the night of our wedding, things had gotten a lot easier. He was able to lose control without feeling like he was losing control, which was an odd, but incredibly important and satisfying balance. Our relationship was on a whole new level because of his newfound ability, so much so that I'd finally caved and agreed that perhaps we could wait another month or two before he changed me. I would start at Dartmouth and if I did absolutely wretched, he would change me, but I had to sincerely try before giving in. Given the choice between eternal damnation and failing out of an Ivy League school in under 30 days, I would choose eternal damnation time and time again; the humiliation of the latter was just too overwhelming to think about. But given the choice between living the life we'd created together and the myriad of unanswered questions that swirled between us about the change...well, the cowardly lion in me went with the former, at least for now.
I walked back across the room to sit on the bed, tried unsuccessfully and gave up, flopping like a fish onto my back. And of course just then the front door began to squeak open. I grabbed the bedpost and had to slide my body over to the side and then pull myself up to get into a standing position.
"Darling? I'm home but I'm going to oil this door before anything else happens. This squeaking is irksome," he called across the house. I heard him put his camping gear (for outward appearances only) in the closet in the hall. He doubled back and walked back out the door to the shed behind the house where he kept all the tools he used for repairing and rebuilding everything he broke while we were making love – the destruction he caused was seriously terrifying but it helped him focus his attention elsewhere and I'd emerged unscathed after every rendezvous since we'd returned from the honeymoon.
I watched him through our bedroom window, he had a look of deep concentration etched across his face as he dug around for a can of oil and then trudged back towards the front door.
"Now I'll never be able to hear if you're coming home to ravage me or not," I said as he went to work, trying to ready myself to be the most tempting seductress he'd ever laid eyes on. The fact that just last week he'd attacked me while I was wearing my rattiest oldest pair of sweats was not lost on me as I struggled to breathe in this ridiculously confining piece of incredibly sexy lingerie.
"I'm always coming home to ravage you," he called back. The door opened and closed a few times, no squeaking just a tender thud as it latched and unlatched. "Sweet mercy, finally some peace!" He'd recently moved from his former infatuation with pre-Socratic Greek philosophy to burying his head in "Do-It-Yourself Home Repair" guides. There were piles of them everywhere. "Just trying to give you the kingdom you deserve," he'd muttered when I gently chided him about being able to actually use the kitchen if he cut down on the amount of DIY books laying open on the counters. There was nothing I could say in response to that.
I sauntered to the door, pulling it ajar ever so slightly so that I could just make out his silhouette about to delve into the next project. "Are you going to come and give your wife a proper hello?" I asked with a hint of teasing in my voice. He stopped what he was doing, knowing exactly what that teasing tone of voice meant and went to the sink to clean his hands and, in a new post-hunt habit he'd formed, rinse his mouth out with water even going so far as to gulp it down followed by a disgusted groaning noise. I flicked the main lights in the bedroom off swiftly, leaving just the soft glow of the bedside lamp to illuminate me from behind. The sun was just settling behind the clouds painting the room in dark pinks and reds. As he came to walk down the hall towards our bedroom, I took a deep breath, mustered all of what little self-confidence I had, and swung the door open, leaning against the door frame, with one leg bent like I'd seen in Emmett's old pinups.
Edward stopped dead in his tracks. He didn't breathe, he didn't blink, and anyone looking in would think he was a piece of well-sculpted art the way he stood so still. His eyes wandered over my body and I didn't need to fake my self-confidence anymore. I couldn't help but smile wickedly.
After a time he raised his hand to his mouth and cleared his throat, leaving his hand there to stifle the word, "Damn," as he drank in the sight of me. "Where did that – I mean – Wow, Bella. Just – wow."
I took a step towards him with a hand outstretched towards him. I meant to take his hand and bring him in the bedroom but instead he grabbed my hand and kissed it reverently, looking profoundly into my eyes. "You are absolutely striking," he breathed the word, his eyes sliding down my ensemble again. "You look like the first woman I ever saw," he pronounced the word to express its meaning and held my hand to his cheek as he closed his eyes for a beat, thinking. "My uncle took me to a penny arcade when I was 15; he'd decided it was time I learned what it meant to be a man. The girl in the filmstrip – I will never forget her. She wore something much like you're wearing right now and she danced. She swayed her hips suggestively in a way I'd never seen before. I haven't thought of that in years, I'm not sure I have thought of it once since I changed," he said, licking his lips. "I fantasized about her for the last remaining years of my human life." He stood staring at me; trying to remember that filmstrip I supposed and then shook his head. "Pardon me for saying so, love, but you look absolutely delectable." He took my hand and spun me once. "Can you just wear this for the rest of our lives?" he said as he pushed me against the wall, nuzzling my neck. I could feel he was already hard against my thigh.
"Charlie may have a heart attack when I go over to the house to watch baseball and it may cause a stir at the supermarket, but I'd be willing to do it if you guarantee that I'll always illicit this reaction from you," I purred in his ear. He chuckled deep in his throat, inhaling my scent. And abruptly he was kissing me and he was holding me so tight against his body that as he pushed me back towards our bedroom, my feet weren't even touching the ground. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck, my legs hoisted around his thighs as he kicked the door open and pushed me against the dresser. He pulled away from my lips for a millisecond so I could pull his t-shirt over his head and toss it on the floor. My hands explored his exposed skin, finding all of the spots that I knew made him weak in the knees and before long he'd shoved everything off the dresser, pushing me back as he crawled on top of me.
"No," I panted, pulling away from his kiss and pushing him up. He looked perturbed as I struggled to get back up, trying to catch my breath. "We've been through two dressers already. And besides," I said, standing in front of him and grabbing him by the belt to pull his body back against mine, "I'm not done with you yet," I said with a smile. He watched as I slowly inched his belt out of his pants; it must have been painfully slow to him. I pushed him on the bed and flicked on the old Gramophone he'd salvaged from an auction several years back. He'd told me it was the same his father had in the living room when he was a kid.
I had it set on a song by the Original Dixieland Jazz Band (one of Edward's favorites – the first jazz band ever recorded, he'd told me) and when the music started playing Edward all but jumped off the bed as my hips started to move. Luckily, he had remembered that girl in the penny arcade at least once before because he'd reiterated the story in detail to Emmett who planted the seed for me. My dance wasn't what would be considered remotely offensive by today's standards, but the effect it was having on Edward was unfathomable. He stared, jaw slack, eyes wide, panting heavily as I swayed back and forth in time with the music. I slid my hands up and down the corset, winking at him at intervals and looking at him over my shoulder when I turned around. Even if I'd had zero self-confidence, I would have gained all I needed by the look on his face. He was mesmerized, his eyes drinking in my movements. He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand gripping one of the bedposts. The bedpost heaved and broke in half in his hand, but he didn't even flinch, just kept gripping the limp piece of wood in his hand with his eyes fixed on me.
The old Gramophone began to skip, throwing off my movements and we were both momentarily pulled out of our trance – mine because I'd been enveloped in the music, his because he'd been transfixed on my body. I tripped over myself on the way to the old phonograph and tried to get the music to continue when I felt his cold breath wash over my right shoulder.
"Bella," he breathed into my ear. I'd never heard his voice so thick with arousal in my life and I smiled to myself and turned my head to look at him out of the corner of my eye. He was just standing there, inches from my body, running his hands as close to my arms and shoulders as possible without actually making contact. I reached my hand up and started removing the bobby pins from my hair and let it fall out across my back. He groaned audibly and buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. He planted soft kisses across my back, his hands finally touching me now, his cold skin a welcome relief on my overheated flesh. I leaned back into him as he twisted his fingers with mine and wrapped his arms around me from behind. I could feel his arousal on my ass and I gyrated softly against him, his breath quickening in my ear. He flattened his hands against my stomach and aided my movements but then quickly halted, grabbing my waist and holding me firm, trying to regain the rhythm of his breathing.
"Damn baby, you are too fucking much," he grumbled kissing along my shoulder to my neck. If I weren't so turned on I would have blanched at his words; he was always so gentlemanly he barely cursed in front of me. But now the word was just another level of excitement, another reason that my pulse quickened and his fingers tracing circles on my abdomen made me moan in pleasure. "How do I get this thing off of you?" I turned in his arms and clasped my arms around his neck, kissing him severely on the lips. He gripped at me, his hands grabbing my ass and pulling me as close to him as possible. He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he kissed me wildly, leaving my mouth to drop kisses down my neck and over the swells of flesh being pushed up by the corset. He stayed there for a while, me pulling and kneading his hair, rubbing my hands up and down his back, tracing patterns over his marble skin. He reclaimed my lips with a passion and a quickness that made my stomach jump into my throat. He pushed me up against the phonograph stand, pulling my legs around his waist, his lips still declaring war on mine and subconsciously he started grinding his pelvis into mine. The phonograph started playing and skipping as he continued his movements.
I broke away from his lips first, "Edward, Edward!" I growled, his lips were attacking my neck, down to my breasts, trying to free them from the tight confines of the corset. I grabbed his head and pulled him up to look at me. "You're dry humping me on the family heirloom," I said with a smirk and pushed him back, he was so far gone and overtaken with lust that he'd gone from a man of stone to a man of putty. Another two seconds of his movements on the Gramophone and we would have spent the rest of eternity looking for a replacement for his most prized possession.
He stood in front of me, still wearing the grey pants he'd gone hunting in, his hair going a zillion different ways, his eyes transfixed on me and his breath coming in short uneven spurts. He looked voracious, eyes a dark caramel, somewhere caught between thirsty for my blood and hungry for my body. I sauntered towards him, my hands running up my thighs, over the small triangle of tan fabric between my legs and to the garter and started to unclasp the garter's hold on my right stocking. A cold hand covered mine as he bent to his knees in front of me, locking his eyes with mine. I inhaled sharply as he took my leg in his hands, kissing my right knee, never breaking eye contact. He slid one hand down and removed my high heel, pulling my leg up to kiss my stockinged foot and dropping kisses over my ankle, up my shin and back to my knee. I felt every nerve in my body stand on end and I swallowed, not daring to look away from his unblinking stare. His hand slid up ahead of his mouth and grazed inches away from my most sensitive area and then back down, pushing my thigh up to unclasp the clip on the underside of my thigh, dropping a kiss there and making me shudder. He then kissed around the inside of my thigh and to the front, unclasping the front buckle with his teeth.
My head was spinning and I thought I was going to pass out. I could feel how wet I was in the thong I was wearing and I knew Edward could smell me. My breath was quick and shallow and I had to keep reminding myself to inhale, exhale, inhale and exhale. He pulled the stocking down obnoxiously slow, even for a human, kissing my flesh as he exposed it little by little. And then he kissed his way back up the same leg, rubbing it, kneading my flesh, coming closer every second to where I ached for him most. Never breaking his eye contact, he stopped a few inches from my body, looking up at me. I twisted my fingers through his hair and tried unsuccessfully to push his face towards the thin piece of silk covering me. Torturously slow he pushed his nose against me, my knees started wobbling but he wrapped his arms around my legs and kept me up. He inhaled deeply, something he did often since the second time we made love. At the time he was shocked he could enjoy any other scent more than he enjoyed the scent of my blood. But the scent of my arousal he said drove him even crazier.
His nose rubbed against my clit and I gasped, seeing stars behind my eyelids. I gripped his shoulders, his hair, anything within my reach. He exhaled deeply, sending a waft of sweet cool air over me and I would have sunk to the floor if he hadn't grabbed me and held me steady, still standing. Never breaking his gaze, he slowly slipped his tongue out of his mouth and ran it maddeningly slow over my clit through my panties. This time even he couldn't react fast enough as my knees gave way and I sunk to the floor in front of him. He smiled into me, causing me to gasp and writhe beneath him.
"Please!" I panted, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and trying to grind myself onto his face. He held a safe distance back and then without warning grabbed me by the hips and pushed my lower half back to the ground. He took his time removing my other stocking. Kissing me painstakingly slow from foot to thigh, unclasping the garter with his teeth again making my head spin out of control and a string of half-words spewed out of my mouth. I was writhing beneath him, even though he wasn't touching me at all. And then I felt cold fingers hook under my thong and start tugging it down. It didn't occur to me to lift my hips and help him along but it happened anyway as I was gyrating into the air, desperate for relief.
"Please don't forget to breathe," he said, his breath washing over my folds and referencing the first time he did this and the fact that I passed out for a good ten minutes. I grabbed his hair in my hands and pushed him towards me, shaking my head in response, trying to tell him I wouldn't forget but not able to vocalize it. Excruciatingly slow, he slithered his tongue past his teeth and dabbed the tip against my nub. My hips strained against his hands, I would have bucked clear up to the ceiling if he weren't holding me down. He stopped the teasing after that and slid his tongue from my hole to my clit and back again, making figure eights.
"Oh dear God, Edward!" I screamed, certain that the Cullen's would hear me clear across the forest. He stopped at my clit, wrapping his tongue around it and alternating between sucking on it and nibbling on it. My whole body was convulsing. This was the most intense foreplay we'd ever inflicted on each other and we were far from through. He slid his hand from my left hip and inserted two fingers inside of me, pumping quickly in and out. I screamed in pleasure as he licked my clit and pounded me with his fingers. I could feel that familiar ringing in my ears and I knew I was about to cum. Edward new it too and he twisted his fingers inside of me, hitting that spot he knew so well and sent me flying over into the abyss. "Holy shit!" I screamed, "Edward, that's it – don't – fuuuuuuuuuck!" I screamed, my body convulsing wildly. He lapped up all of my juices, licking his fingers, even licking his lips as he sat up on his heels to look down at me with a smirk. He always looked so proud when he got me off and I loved him for looking so smug. Once I'd caught my breath and my chest stopped heaving, I looked at him, still sitting there amused with himself. "You and that tongue of yours," I said shaking my head and running a hand through my damp hair.
Edward was next to me then, pressing his body against mine, I was still in a state of euphoria when he leaned close to my ear and asked, "How the fuck do I get this corset off of you? I want to just rip it off with my teeth but based on how right it's done by us tonight, I think we should keep it around." He planted kisses over my closed eyelids and swept my hair back from my face as I regained my composure.
"First you're going to have to find a way to get me back on my feet. I can't do it on my own in this thing and even if I could I'm still not sure I'm able to walk after that," I panted.
"Isn't that the ultimate goal for a man? To make love to his wife until she can't walk?" he said with a smirk.
"We haven't even gotten to that part," I moaned as he stood up and grabbed my hands to pull me back to my feet. I slumped against him and he propped me up against the remaining bedpost at the foot of the bed and came to stand behind me, inspecting the intricacies of the laced silk.
"There has to be some easy way to do this. I don't even see a knot or anything of the kind. Should I go get Alice?" He kept poking and prodding the delicate fabric.
"No!" I yelled. "Are you insane? She walks in, my face completely flushed, your hair sticking up in every direction, and the bedpost laying on the ground?"
"I don't know what to do here," he said shaking his head. I wondered if there was anything in any of his Do-It-Yourself books that covered corset removal.
"Just tear the damn thing off!" I groaned, needing to feel his cold flesh against my heated skin.
"Give me a moment. I know I can figure this out…" he trailed off, looking perplexed like I was the kitchen drain he'd fixed earlier in the week. I groaned again, the corset feeling exceedingly tight and I just wanted it off of me. "I think… wait, no…" he mumbled as he played with the back of the corset. Then I had a brilliant idea. I was fully back in my head now and I grabbed the bedpost in my hands, arching my back and I shoved my ass against the front of his pants. He instantly stopped what he was doing and froze against me. I wiggled around a bit and suddenly he was grinding into me again.
"Take your damn pants off already," I panted and pushed back into him, standing up straight so I could capture his lips in mine as he continued grinding himself into me, letting out stifled little moans. I reached my hand back between us and rubbed him in time with our rhythm, slowly unzipping his pants and pushing my hand into the front of his boxer-briefs. He threw his head back and howled my name at the feel of my warm hand gripping him. I turned around in his arms and unbuttoned his pants fully they dropped into a puddle around his ankles, his underwear following suit. I don't think he'd ever been this erect before – he seemed impossibly bigger than before and I bit back a smile as he pumped himself into my hand.
"I want…I need…" he groaned, grasping the air to my left until his hand found the other bedpost. His other hand found the top of my breasts, still pushed up in the corset and he mumbled a protest, wanting to be able to grab my breasts fully in his hands. He leaned his face against my neck, not slowing his rhythm; my hand pumping him furiously as his face started contorting and the sound of cracking wood began to fill my ears. His hand reach down the front of the corset, trying to free my boobs and then finally with a loud tearing sound, he ripped the fabric from my body in one swift movement and buried his face between them. I gasped at the sudden rush of cold air to my hot flesh and the sudden intake of air into my lungs, I had no idea I'd been so deprived of oxygen in it. With the confining garment finally torn from my body, I slowed my pumping and slid down his body, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake. His body was already trembling.
"Hold on to the bedpost, baby," I instructed as I slipped my lips around him. His hips bucked and he pushed himself to the back of my throat. He hadn't let me do this particular act yet as he was terrified his mind would go completely blank from it. He grabbed my hair, pulling gently but I could hear the bedpost taking the brunt of his beating. I grabbed the base of him firmly and sucked eagerly on what I could comfortably fit into my mouth. I reached my hand up to massage his balls and that was all it took. Pieces of wood rained down through the room as he came in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, licking him clean. He slumped against the foot of the bed, bedpost in hand, and his head drooping to the side like a drunkard. It was my turn to feel smug as I got off my knees and stood in front of him.
"Fuck," he breathed, trying to catch his breath. He looked me in the eye and shook his head, "Fuck," he said again trying to pull himself back together. His breathing started to level out and he looked at me, taking my hand in his. "You are absolutely astonishing. And you are allowed to go down on me anytime," he said with a smirk. "You – wow. I love you so much." I chuckled and leaned my forehead against his.
"That's just the blowjob talking, I'll bet you say that to all the girls," I chided. He smiled and pulled me hard against his body, kissing me deeply, his hands roaming over my back, my waist, cupping my ass, pulling me impossibly close to him. "Incidentally, I love you too. Even if you have now officially destroyed every piece of furniture in the house."
"I think we may have actually improved this one," he snorted. The bed was an awful antique, thrust upon us by my mother who desperately wanted to feel a part of our house warming even while in Florida. I smiled into his neck and kissed along his neck to his jaw up to his ear. "Nap time for the human?" I pulled back from him, my arms locked around his neck and gave him a look like he was batty.
"I know our foreplay was astronomical tonight but come on, a girl's still got needs you know," I ribbed him and he grabbed me, pushing me down on the bed and pressing the length of his body against mine. I squirmed beneath him, rubbing my knee against his already hard shaft. "How the hell did I happen to end up falling in love with the one guy with the eternal hard on."
"It's a slight trade off for your soul," he said somberly while nuzzling my neck. I swatted his butt and he let out a soft moan.
"Oh really, Mr. Cullen? You like to being spanked?" He shook his head and smiled into my neck as a swatted him again. This time his moan became more severe. "Oh we're going to be exploring that further…" But before I had time to react, I was straddling him and he was pumping in and out of me. "Babe – please – a little warning…" I growled, falling in synch with him.
"Ah, God Bella!" he said, gripping my hip hard against him as we rocked together. He was sitting up with his back against the headboard, one hand gripping my hip, the other gripping the headboard, ready to splinter the other half of the bed. I slid up and down his shaft, taking him to the hilt and then sliding all the way back off and slamming back down on him. He kissed me hard, moaning my name against my lips.
"I'm gonna…" I croaked, slamming onto him over and over.
"Not yet baby, hold on a little longer."
"No…I'm gonna…turn around," I managed to yell and slowed our movements so I could slip off of him. He growled at the loss of warmth around him. "Patience, love," I cooed, turning around on his lap and guiding him back inside of me. "Oh, fuck!" I yelped at the new direction of penetration. We'd never been together in this position. The hand that had been on my hip moved around my body and grabbed my breasts brusquely. I held onto his knees for leverage and he pumped up to meet me thrust for thrust. "I'm not gonna last long…like this…" I panted, growling deeply after I said it. This angle gave him the perfect aim for the spot inside that made me lose my mind.
"Bella, I love you!" Edward screamed, I could tell he was nearing his end as well.
"I love you too, Edward," I managed to squeak out and I felt his other hand snake around my body and attack my clit. Edward was only holding on to me now, not the breakable wood furniture. I should have felt scared, apprehensive, but it added a whole new flood of pleasure and I rode him even harder. With the hand he'd used to roll my nipples, he pulled my head back to kiss him hard, as he moved forward to reach my lips, slipped further into my body in the process. "Ah yes, yes!" I screamed, breaking our kiss. I immediately reclaimed his lips with mine and put my hand up to play with his hair and pull his face closer.
"I'm close, Bella, I'm so close," he said, breaking away and leaning his forehead against my shoulder. He threw his head back then, taking one of his hands with him and the next thing I heard was the breaking of the headboard. That sent me over the edge. I started thrashing around on top of him, my hips bucking uncontrollably and my orgasm coming at me in intense waves of pleasure. I screamed but his lips reclaimed mine and muffled it. I felt his body tense beneath me as his fingers slowed their movement on my clit. I moved my hand down and massaged his balls between my legs as he came hard inside of me, screaming my name onto my lips. I slumped back against his chest but he gathered me up, sliding out of me, and pulled me to the opposite end of the bed to rest. "Splinters," he muttered with an embarrassed grin, throwing a glance back at the headboard, or what was once the headboard. He pulled me close to his body, his head resting on top of mine as he chest heaved up and down, trying to regain control.
"I think I'm going invest heavily in midnight blue corsets," I grinned into his chest, trying to steady my breathing.
"Branch out a little – red would be nice. Or black." I felt him squirm a little beneath me. "Any chance you're ready to go again?" he asked with a smirk as I felt him harden against my leg.
"I don't think I can sit up right now let alone hop back on top of you," I giggled and he placed a tender kiss on my forehead.
"Rest then, my Bella. We have to go shopping for a new bed in the morning," he whispered in my ear and I could hear him muttering to himself.
"What are you saying? I can't understand you," I said, my eyes slowly closing, beckoning me to sleep.
He grinned and shrugged, "The chant to get rid of my erection." I couldn't help but ask. "It's an evolving thing. Most of the time I try to think about Mr. Banner and your wretched gym teacher. That's like a bucket of cold water. Or Mike and Jessica going at it. Ugh," he said and shuddered.
"Try Emmett and Rosalie," I said with a snort. He tensed a little. "Oh don't tell me," I said looking up into his face. "Dude, you're family!" He put his hands up in front of him.
"Hey, you kept me waiting for over 80 years! And don't forget that I have to hear every dirty thought that crosses Emmett's mind. What am I supposed to do? I am a 17 year old male, you know," he protested. I swatted him and shook my head.
"Dirty old man!" I said poking him in the ribs. He grabbed my finger and placed it between his lips, sucking on it gently. "Oh what, is this what Emmett likes?" I said, pretending to be bored by the feeling of his tongue lapping at my skin as it sent shivers of desire down my spine.
"No, that's what it felt like when you went down on me," he said with a grin and slipped my finger back into his mouth. I moaned softly and kissed his cheek, down his jaw and nuzzled into his neck.
"Ok, stop thinking about Jess and Mike and start thinking about Alice and Jazz, I'm ready again," I said with a smirk and he rolled on top of me, tickling my sides and then leaning down to capture my lips with his softly. This time, we made love.