Alright, color me inspired. My muse abandoned me for how long, and now we have… this.
Disclaimer: I most definitely do not own Twilight.
Fate has a way of making sure things go according to plan…
Edward's POV
"E…Edward…" Her voice was exceedingly sweet as she all but moaned my name. Her face twisted into a mask of lust and desire and her whole lithe form writhed next to me in her bed. There was a low keening noise that came from deep inside her throat and her blood boiled in her veins. The air was heavy and thick with her scent. It wasn't just her blood. She tossed her head to the side, brushing my face gently.
It was torture to be in that small room with her at that moment. Her blood was tempting, yes, but her body overruled that easily. She groaned, as if in pain, and I realized that she wasn't the only one under the influence of that delicious temptress named desire.
"Edward!" She almost shouted. Her voice was husky with sleep, making it all the more arousing. It was all I could do to stay still while this dream continued. It was hard to stay, but I was afraid to leave. What if this was all some strange dream, a waking dream designed to torture me, mind, body, and soul? The angel to my right shifted again.
I stiffened further, if at all possible. She had thrown her leg over me. I could feel her heated core, molten against my thigh. I swallowed reflexively and let out a shaky breath.
"Edward…" She groaned my name, groaned. I began to realize that her state of arousal was contagious. I could feel a certain heaviness in my groin, as if the center of my universe had shifted there. In a way, I suppose it had. Everything seemed to slow down to its individual components. Her muscles tensed, preparing for a move, and then… Then she did something that shocked me straight to my core. She ground herself against me. And then she repeated that motion, murmuring and moaning and making me so damn hard.
In that moment, my control snapped. I turned my head to kiss her. I laid a kiss on her hairline, her forehead, her nose, and then moved down to her lips. As my lips brushed hers I heard a soft noise. The noise was not particularly loud or frightening; however it was the herald of my forthcoming mortification. Bella continued her quest for fulfillment as, almost involuntarily, my head swiveled to observe the source of the noise. I was now looking down into my lap. Without warning, my erection had burst through both my boxers and jeans and was poking out of the tear looking for all the world like a joystick controler for some perverted video game. There are no words for how utterly horrified I was. If I was human, I would have had a blush on my face to rival Bella's reddest flush.
I didn't have time to go back home and change pants, her alarm clock would go off in just under two minutes. Bella groaned from deep in her soul as she gave herself over to the be all end all of her solo sexual pleasuring and I covertly gathered some of the sheets over my exposed manhood. It was purgatory to watch as Bella woke up of her own volition. Her eyelids fluttered and then opened slowly. The glaze of sleep quickly fled her liquid brown eyes and her face turned the shade of red I so adored. I used the full extent of my acting skills as she excused herself for her usual 'human minute'. I then made sure everything was tucked away so that, hopefully, no one would notice the tear in my pants.
All I could think was, "When I get home, Emmett and Jasper will find out. I'll never live this down."
AN: This is what I get for even thinking about vampire strength and their rock hard skin. Review if you want, otherwise thanks for reading.