Story Notes:
This is my first official shot at fan fiction! I have been an avid reader for some time now and have finally got the nerve up to try my hand at this. I hope you enjoy where my severely in the gutter mind will take us through this journey. Please keep in mind my hopes are that by the time this story is done I will be able to make gallons and gallons of lemonade from all the lemony goodness to come. Enjoy and please let me know what you think!
Chapter Notes:
Welcome to Fireworks! I'll keep this short and sweet; I hope you enjoy and pretty pretty please review!
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BPOV
It was Friday, July 1st and a stifling 80 plus degrees in my room. As much as I had persisted, Charlie refused to put in a window air conditioning unit. I had a very long day with Alice; planning, shopping, and of course some test runs in some way too high heels. All I wanted to do was come home, relax, and maybe read a bit. Edward left earlier in the day for a short hunting trip with Jasper and Emmett. He wasn't expected back until late into the night. He promised I would wake up to him home with me. He always kept his promises, well at least since that fateful day last September.
I changed into some comfortable sleep pants, a tank top, and a henley. I grabbed my worn copy of Worthington Heights and settled down on my bed, intent on reading myself to sleep. I only got 2 pages along before the heat became too much. Realizing that I was dressed in clothes fit to cuddle with my always cool to the touch fiancé I quickly shed the henley and sleep pants. Feeling much cooler in my tank top and underwear, I climbed back in bed and picked up where I left off on my book.
I can't say how long it took for me to succumb to sleep but once I was under wow did my imagination bring me some great dreams. They started off normal enough. The usual dreams of Edward and me, enjoying our meadow in the warm summer sun. I loved getting to see him in the sun. His skin would cast the most spectacular reflections onto me and all I could do was stare. He would hold me close and discuss what our future could hold. Talks of traveling the world, plans of the home he would have built just for us, and of course the persistence that I should really think about going to college in the fall instead of being changed. Before our discussion could lead to the normal standoff I shushed him with a kiss. He gently stroked my cheek, never taking his eyes away from mine. God was he breathtaking; I had to close my eyes. I pulled my hands up and through his hair. Oh how I loved running those soft tresses through my fingers. I was pleased to hear a soft rumble in his chest and tugged a little in response. Edward then surprised me and held me a bit more firmly, pressing one hand on my lower back while still cupping my face with the other.
The sexual tension I had been feeling lately must have been translating to my dreams because I became a lot more forward than I would normally be. I slowly slipped my tongue out and licked his bottom lip. I was waiting for Edward to pull away but he didn't. Instead I felt his tongue on my lips just begging for entrance. As Edward could never deny me anything, I certainly wasn't going to deny him this. I opened up to him and felt his tongue dance with my own. This was the first time we ever let ourselves go this far. I was in heaven. His scent surrounded me, his taste was the sweetest thing I had ever had on my tongue, and I'll be damned if I wasn't already feeling a building in my lower abdomen.
Edwards hand moved from my lower back and started running up and down my sides. Each pass he made seemed to get closer and closer to my breast. Edward had never touched them before. They were aching to be touched, caressed, or anything else he wanted to do to them, with them, on them. I arched my back and by doing so jutted my breasts just a bit closer to his touch. At this point I had to break the kiss to breathe. I took this opportunity to pepper kisses along Edward's strong jaw, up to his ear, and pulled the lobe into my mouth. I heard a hiss escape his lips and I nipped and tugged on the ear. That is when Edward finally did what I was waiting so patiently for. He brought his hand more towards my front and ever so slowly ghosted over my breast. My nipples immediately pebbled below the thin cotton shirt.
Edward must have felt my reaction because it seemed to push him forward. He began to kneed and caress until I couldn't take much more. I brought my mouth back to his and kissed him more passionately than I ever had before. Edward then leaned into me more, by doing so he slowly lowered me onto the blanket we had spread out on the flowering grasses. He brought his hand away from my breast and I almost whimpered at the loss but I felt he moved it to the hem of my shift and was looking deeply at me, silently asking for permission. I pulled his tongue into my mouth and sucked on it. Giving him the only expression of acceptance I was capable of. He tentatively brought his hand up my stomach, fingers seemingly trying to memorize every rib. And when he reached my bra and tugged it to the side I know a moan must have betrayed my lips.
Edward began again with his massaging of my breast but quickly turned all of his attention to my hardened nipple. Gently tugging and playing with it, rolling it between his dextrose, long, and elegant fingers. I was running my hands up and down Edward's chest, taking my own inventory of those wonderfully sculpted planes. I brought my fingers to his shirt hem and tugged it up. He complied and pulled it effortlessly over his head.
I nearly gasped at the sight before me. I always thought I knew how beautiful Edward was. He was my Adonis, my own personal Greek god. But at this moment no statue could hold a candle to this gorgeous specimen kneeling in front of me. He was perfection personified. I raked my eyes over his well defined pecs, lowered my gaze to his lick worthy contoured abs, and found myself lost in following that amazing dusting of copper colored hair leading to the only place I could ever want to see more than what was already before my eyes.
Edward must have sensed me staring because I heard a small laugh. I begrudgingly dragged my eyes up to meet his much darkened, lusty gaze. He said in what had to be the deepest, sexiest, most delectable voice "Like what you see, Love?" I could feel my blush taking over my face, spreading down my neck and chest, but I couldn't find it in myself to care. He was my fiancé and if I wanted to ogle him I damn well would. I was clearly still beyond putting coherent words together so I responded the only way I could, I moaned. This wasn't just an errant moan; this was a moan full of the longing, love, and lust that had been building higher and higher.
I don't think he was expecting me to be so vocal because his reply was low growl that may have been the sexiest and most dangerous thing I had ever heard. He pulled my shirt up the rest of the way up and over my head and with one quick flick of his fingers my bra was shredded and I laid bare-chested before him. I had never felt so exposed or yet so alive. His tongue that had still been doing its dance with my own started to make its way down my jaw and neck. He stopped briefly at my collar bone, kissing and sucking in ways I can only describe as graphic.
I knew I was beyond aroused and I knew Edward, with his heighted senses, could smell the evidence of this but I couldn't waste my energy on being embarrassed. My forever seventeen year old vampire could hardly disguise his need for me either. The bulge in his jeans, pressing into my hip was just one more thing to turn me on further. The tightening of the coil I had begun to feel in my abdomen only increased when I realized how hard he was. Only a few pieces of fabric separated me from what I had desired the most.
Edward dipped lower and put soft gently kisses on the tops of my breasts while all the while massaging and kneading them. If I didn't know better I would have thought he had to have had prior experience with this. But I knew my vampire, better than most, and knew this was well past anything he had ever done before. He lowered still and his cool breath made my nipples impossibly harder. When his tongue made a slow circle around that most sensitive nub I came undone. With a cry of his name on my lips, the coil sprung loose, tingling spread throughout my whole body, my hips jerked reflexively, and lights flashed behind my eye lids. All I could see was the wonderful display of colors that seemed to cloud my vision.
I opened my eyes expecting to be staring deeply into the very reason my world spun, sun set, and stars shined down but was met with my darkened bedroom. I looked around franticly, trying to place how I may have gotten here from that beautiful meadow, but my thoughts were all jumbled. I couldn't seem to peace it together. When my eyes finally adjusted to the low light in the room I found what I had been looking for. Seated across the room in my old rocker was Edward, eyes dark and piercing, jaw seeming to grind his teeth together, one had gripping the chair so hard I knew it must be cracking, and one hand wrapped around his straining cock. I whimpered.