Disclaimer - I own three pickles and an iPad. I don't own twilight, or its characters. ::sighs...::
Story - Edward and Bella: One Lustful Night
Rating - NC-17
Summary - Bella seduces Edward, who then decides to pleasure Bella.
A.N - Hey guys! This is my first lemon, fanfic, etc. so please, please review! and oh, and no flames, only constructive critisism please?
P.S. - This is before the Compromise Chapter in Eclipse, but after the Meeting Between the Werewolves and Vampires Chapter. OK? (:
"Bella, we can't," he insists.
"Edward, you don't understand. I wan't this from you. For us. I know, if we did this, I'd feel that much closer to you, and you I," I beg.
Tonight, I am pleading to Edward for us to be that much more intimate. I am sitting on his black leather couch, staring intently at the golden comforter that matches his beautiful eyes. I swear, I have lost myself in them more than once. My hair is tied back, tightly, in a low ponytail. Edward glances me over, his eyes glazed over from what, I don't know, and I smile inwardly at my choice in clothing. The dark denim skirt that covers my hips hits mid thigh, and I've worn his favorite blue sweater, the one that hugs my curves in ways that should be illegal. I've already planned my means of attack; all Edward has to do is take the bait.
Edward paces the small area of his bedroom, tugging yet again at his unruly bronze hair. Something inside of me burns at the action, and my stomach flutters with unease. I want to be the one tugging that gorgeous hair, preferably when we are kissing in unadulterated passion.
"No, Bella, you don't understand. If we even try, I could loose control, and I would wind up with your death on my hands. Do you even remotely consider the negativites of that? I'd loose you forever, and there would be no way to bring you back to me. You and I would never get to be." He uses his hands to gesture between the both of us. I proudly resist the urge to roll my eyes at his childish ways and his silly dramatics.
"That would never happen. You have excellent control when it comes to me, love," I whisper. I move just a fraction of an inch closer to him, and he stops.
Step one: Get him distracted, is in pursuit.
Before he can answer me, I ask him, "Edward, I'm really thirsty. Do you have anything to drink?"
Where he stands, I can see his infamous crooked grin. "Sure, sweetheart, just wait here a few seconds." He's out the door before I can blink.
I know I only have a minute, tops, to spare. Jesus, whatever humans would have done, it takes vampires a quater of the time to do. Hastily, yet quietly, I move to take my iPod out of my skirt pocket and hook it up to his thousands of dollars stereo, turning up the volume until it is just background music. I've made a special playlist for this night, if everything turns out the way I plan. Oh, I hope so. The music is set-Kings of Leon is singing its words to Sex on Fire-and I am ready. Then, seeing as though I have time, I lay myself down on his-practically my, but you know-bed.
He returns with a clear glass of ice water.
"Thank you," I murmur, eager for the next step.
He mutters something very low underneath his husky breath, glances quickly at me, and adverts his gaze in the same second. He is still standing, tall and masculine.
I know I shouldn't be doing this, but, sweet Lord, I want it.
"Oops," I giggle, and gasp as the cool water soaks at my bra, leaving me sopping wet in my sweater. Oh, I am just terrible. He hasn't looked at me yet, but when the water had splashed on my skin, I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Edward, it seems as though the water has set into my shirt," I say, and he grunts at me in return.
"I can't continue wearing this shirt; not with the window open. And you have to leave the window open, its so hot in here," I smirk, "Do you have anything I can borrow, just for tonight?"
When Edward turns to me, I am met with his piercing gaze. It feels like he is searching through me, for something, and I wonder deeply about what it is he is looking for. Finally, he sighs, and moves to a dresser on the opposite wall on the other side of the room.
I stand, feeling the water mat my skirt. Excellent.
Step Two: Get him to explode, is waiting for my signal.
"Here, Bella," Edward whispers sharply, his eyes glued to the floor. In his hand is a white button down. Even better; my lingerie is white, which will see right through.
"Edward, yesterday I hurt my shoulder, and I can't really hold my arm up. Could you...?"
"God damnit, Bella!" He yells suddenly, and I flinch back, guarding my smile from his eyes. "What do you expect from me Bella? I'm not an idiot! I know what you're trying to do! You want me to help you out of your shirt, and make me think that your so innocent. And I suppose you would wait for me to take off your shirt to tell me that your skirt is also wet too! I don't know what has gotten into you, Bella, where you think that you can waltz around here just in your undergarments and my shirt; I mean, I know none of my family is here, that they are with the Denali's, but Bella..." He trails off, his eyes meeting mine.
Bingo. I don't even half to wait for step three to succeed.
I attack.
My lips are on his, dominant, harsh, and I push my tongue hard into his mouth. I can never get enough of his taste. Its honeysuckle, with a tinge of velvet. I moan into the kiss, keeping my hands behind his head, as tight as I can. His entire body is pressed against mine, and I find it absolutely sensational. His arms are pulling at his pants, trying to keep them off of me. I know if he really wants to, he can stop this at any time that best fits him, but he doesn't. His lips are melting with mine, and together, hot and cold, we make warm.
Before I can take advantage of him, my body is laid across his, and we are on the body, tight against each other.
"Is this what you wanted, Bella? You and I, together, on this bed? Because I will happily give it to you, right now. All I want right now is you..."
I swoon at his words.
"Edward, take off my shirt," I demand, and for the first time in what feels like hours, he hesitates.
"Bella?" He asks, and his voice is questioning. I chance a look at him, and his eyes are black. Black with passion. My heart soars.
"Take. It. Off." I groan, before pressing my lips to his.
He doesn't hesitate again. He gently pulls my arms away from his body, which isn't hard, because I happily oblige. My arms are raised above my head, and I can feel his fingertips at the edge of my sweater. He moans something underneath his breath, and I hiss as his cold, nimple fingers touch my overheated skin. The feeling is amazing, and I arch myself into his hands.
"Beautiful," He whispers, before removing my shirt. I feel liberated as he stares at my upperbody, like I am a godess. His hands move themselves higher, to my back, and I feel his cool hands at the clasp of my bra. I groan, circling my hips against his chest. Each tooth flicks free, and he tosses the unwanted article of clothing across the room. No later I am flipped on my back, and his mouth is at my neck. He trails his cold tongue down, down, down...
"Oh, fuck!" I hiss between my clenched teeth, as his tongue assaults my tender nipple. His mouth seems to inhale my breasts, and it feels amazing. His tongue is working wonders of my body, and I am squirming, arching, panting fore more. I want so much more, and I know he can give it to me.
"Lower," I hum, and his ministrations stop for the slightest second.
"What was that, my love?" Edward's voice is sex, pure sex, and my mind is hazy from the sound of eat.
"Lower, I want your mouth lower," I moan, swiviling my hips again. Anything to soothe the ache that is burning between my thighs.
Edward listens, and his tongue slides down to my naval, tasting a new inch of my body. I cannot even frame a coherent sentence. But he doesn't stop, and then I can feel his breath on my panties, through my panties...
"Oh, sweet baby Jesus Bella. You smell better than a damned bouquet."
Suddenly, the warm, moist air of the bedroom is at the apex of my thighs, and Edward's fingers are touching me. I am so sensitive, I feel like my lower half is a huge puddle of nerves. He strokes my wetness with his cold hands, and I arch. My clit-yes, I have been talking to Jessica, who cares!-is on fire, and Edward is the extinguisher... His finger slides easily into me, into the depth that is my core, and he is a grunting mess above me. We make eye contact, and it makes this whole expierence so much more loving, and compassionate. Then Edward is moving down my body, until his face, his mouth, his tongue, is right before my most prized possesion.
His mouth is touching me, there.
His mouth is on me there.
His tongue, of God, his tongue!
And I am unraveling, unexpectedly, into his very capable hands.
"Oh, Edward," I gasp, my chest heaving and falling at the rate of my heart. I am a mess of jello on his bed, and I feel so alive.
I want him inside me.
"Your tired love, we can't. And trust me, it is much better if we wait," Edward says, but his voice sounds oceans away from me. "I love you Bella, and I'm glad that I've shared this with you tonight. You are my love, my life, forever."
I fall asleep giddy, like the child who sneeked a cookie out of the cookie jar.
'Mission accomplished' and Edward's eyes are the last thought in my mind, before I am floating away on cloud nine.
A.N. - I'll be in my room, pretending to study for my finals, while I await for your reviews. Because, Reviews are better than Edward with a wet white t-shirt. I'm also thinking of continuing this, where Edward gets a little bit of his own pleasure... Bye!
