Hey Friends,
I want to thank you all for your responses to the first one. The best way to do this was to add a second chapter. I hope you like this one just as well. I wrote it very quickly, but I'm pretty happy with it. That being said… I didn't edit… *shrugs* my bad. Please let me know what you think. I really love reviews. I'm also an attention whore.
Thank you!
Wopt
Take Two
I drove up the dark drive, my headlights barely lighting the way to the house, pale lights illuminating dark, wet trees. If I hadn't known the drive pretty well, I would have been nervous, but my truck chugged along at a comfortable 25 mph, keeping me comfortable. Well, at least about the driving at night part.
Edward and I would finally have another night alone, for the first time since we'd started 'experimenting'. I was incredibly nervous, but also very excited. Seeing Edward's face as he finally let himself submit to pleasure… that was a sight I'd revisited in my dreams time and time again. And I was sure he knew that as well. His sense of smell would alert him to my nocturnal fantasies and when I awoke he would often smother me with kisses, like he'd been waiting all night for me to wake so he could do that. I probably should have been embarrassed, but I couldn't help that I was so unbelievably hot for him, all the time. He was a delicacy and I was the glutton.
I parked the truck and pulled the handle to open the door. Nothing happened. I was stuck. I tried again and again, but I couldn't make the door budge. "Craaap…" I groaned, trying to decide if I should crawl over the the passenger side and slide out, or really focus on getting out this way. Suddenly, there was a large snap and groan and cold air enveloped the cab. I turned to see Emmett at the door, a huge grin on his face.
"Hey baby sister." He said cheekily. "Truck trying to eat you?"
I rolled my eyes and jumped out. "At least it isn't a vampire this time." Emmett laughed and I looked up at the house, seeing Edward sitting on the porch railing, looking his usual breathtaking self. I fought the sigh of satisfaction that would undoubtably make Emmett laugh.
Edward shrugged. "Sorry, he beat me out." He jumped off the porch and landed right in front of me, enveloping me in his arms. He reached into the cab of the truck and removed my overnight bag, then picked me up bridal style and began to carry me inside. Emmett laughed as I protested, but then turned his back and waved.
"Bye Emmy!" I said after him, looking over Edward's shoulder after him. "Have a good hunt." I didn't bother to raise my voice. Edward smiled, turning his head to kiss my temple.
"How are you tonight, gorgeous?" He asked, opening the door (somehow) and setting me down inside.
I furrowed my brow, looking around the room suspiciously. "Who are you talking to?" I raised a finger. "Oh, are you talking to yourself? That's a little weird, Edward. Just a little strange." I held my fingers up, holding them an inch apart.
Edward grinned, leaning in until his nose was touching my own. "Hmm… I don't understand you in the least. I suppose I never will, either."
I pressed my lips to his quickly, before he could protest. "Nope, never." I turned and walked into the living room, flopping on the couch. I reached my hands out to him. "Come to me, my love!" I said dramatically, throwing my arm over my eyes. "Before I wither away to nothing!"
Edward was instantly above me, holding his weight on his arms, hovering over my distraught form. A wicked grin grew over his face, and suddenly I was spinning, and dropped a short distance. Confused, I looked around. Somehow, he'd flipped me off of the couch and onto his chest, on the floor. Edward was laughing at my look of complete confusion as I tried to figure out what happened. He slid out from beneath me and rolled me over, so that our noses were touching.
"Is everyone gone?" I whispered, breathing in his sweet breath.
Edward kissed me and nodded. "Mmhm."
I wrapped my arms around his waist and slid my leg between his thighs. He looked surprised at first, but didn't pull away, instead pulling me closer. "Comfy?"
I smiled. "Surprisingly, considering it's the floor. But I could be comfy anywhere, as long as I get to do this." I said, kissing him deeply.
Edward whimpered slightly against my lips, and I smiled at the sound. I loved that I could reduce this immortal to a quivering mess, just with a few kisses. He rolled on top of me, pressing me into the floor. "Still comfy?" he whispered, this time really concerned.
I was, though I don't know how long I would stay that way. Edward seemed to understand my thought process and lifted me back to the sofa, before covering me again. "Better?"
I nodded, pulling him closer to me. I grabbed him everywhere I could. My hands eventually ventured to his ass, tentatively trying to pull his groin towards me. Edward pulled back to look at me, raising an eyebrow. I blushed.
"Sorry." I mumbled. "You're irresistible."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm irresistible? Me??" He buried his head in my chest. "Do you know how hard it is for me not to jump you every second of the day?"
My eyes widened, and I shivered. "No… I don't…" I tugged on his hair so he'd raise his head. "Care to inform me?"
He grinned, and attacked my neck with his tongue. "You're so hot, so beautiful, and you don't even know it."
His hands traced my sides and slipped under my shirt. I rose to my elbows. "Off, off." I breathed, and watched as he took my shirt off, the rapture glowing in his face. I touched his shirt. "Yours too?"
His smile softened, and he kissed me softly before lifting his shirt from his body. He ran his hands up my stomach, making me quiver with delight, before slowly sliding my shirt off.
He sat back just to stare at me, and I could tell by his eyes that he liked what he saw. I couldn't understand it. What did he see?
His hands softly traced my ribs, making me squirm. Suddenly, his face became solemn.
"I remember" He breathed. "When we got back from Italy…"
My breath caught. We hardly ever talked about this time, now that it was so long gone. My heart fluttered weakly in my chest remembering the pain, the agony of his disappearance. My hand gripped his hair, holding him in my reality.
He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to my ribs. "You were so skinny. You'd lost so much weight." He rested his chin on my ribcage, looking up at me from his position. It was a little odd, looking at him between the curves of my slight cleavage. Both my hands moved through his hair, comforting. "You probably didn't notice, or didn't think I did… but it scared me." He murmured.
I tugged hard on his hair, urging him to come back to me so I could kiss him. Our lips met sweetly, but passionately. One of my hands remained in his hair, and the other rested on his back, stroking softly.
"Shh." I whispered, "No more talk about bad times. I'm happy now. Be happy with me."
Edward smiled, though there was still a tint of sadness in his eyes. I kissed him more deeply, spreading my legs for him to slide between them. He pressed against me, groaning softly. I arched up against him, reaching up to kiss his throat. He grunted, wrapping his arms around my torso and bringing it against his own. My nipples tightened at the feeling of his body against mine.
"Oh, please." I moaned. "More, more please."
Edward ducked his head against my chin, pressing kisses to my jaw. "Oh god, Bella."
Suddenly I was up, and the air around me was moving. I chuckled and clung to him as I felt us move quickly, up the stairs and to his room. I was tossed on the bed, where I bounced a few times, still laughing. I looked up at him, to see his eyes dark and intense. I followed his gaze to my chest, which was heaving just slightly. I blushed, I simultaneously got a wave of courage. Kneeling, I reached back and unhooked my bra, watching Edward's eyes darken even further. As the straps became loose in my arms, he took a hesitant step towards the bed. Finally, I only held the cups in my hands, and he took another step forward, one he didn't have to take. He bumped into the mattress and it almost fell off the bed frame. I gasped, then lauhged, but Edward pulled it back straight before I could really shift too much. I loved that I could unnerve him like that, drive him into such a zombie state. It made my inner dominatrix purr. My hands dropped, revealing my breasts to him, and he growled.
"You are delectable." He murmured, still growling deep in this throat. "I just want to devour you, always."
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" I said, challenging.
He nodded. "It's my dream to lick every centimeter of your body, to never forget your taste on my tongue."
I rolled my hips subconsciously. He practically purred. "God yes. Taste me. Edward, touch me please." I couldn't believe those words were slipping from my mouth, but I didn't care that I was blushing horribly. I just couldn't stop, my brain had turned to pudding.
Edward's tongue was the next thing I felt. On my lips, down my chin, down my throat, cleavage, belly, to the waist of my jeans. I almost cried out from the sheer torture. Every muscle he touched undulated at the feeling of him. I was blissed out. Edward licked at much of my body as he could, before nosing the waistband of my jeans. He stayed there, thoughtful, evaluating himself for a minute or so, before looking up at me through his long lashes.
"Please." I whispered, my hand clutching his shoulder tightly. Pleasepleaseplease Oh God, be open to new ideas…
A long pause, during which I had to close my eyes for fear I would die of suspense. But slowly, God, so slowly, I felt him begin to work the button of my jeans, actually glad he'd decided not to rip them off (Alice had bought them from some boutique for god knows how much). My breath caught in anticipation as I felt him undo the zipper and start tugging them down my legs.
"I've wanted this for as long as I can remember." He purred. "And that's a very long time. I wish I could say since I first saw you but…" He smiled against my thigh. I could feel it. "we both know that story."
I chuckled breathily. "You have me now. And trust me, I've wanted this since the first time I saw you, I've never wanted anything so badly."
Edward moaned, and in a very daring move for him, rolled his face to the front of my panties, pressing a kiss against my mound. I nearly jumped off the bed, but he held me down with a firm grasp. He divested me of the rest of my jeans and stared at me in my nearly naked glory, dumbfounded.
"So beautiful." He whispered, kissing my mound again. "Absolutely perfect."
I rolled my eyes, but unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) he saw. He growled, and picked up one of my legs, laying kisses all over it. I had never been so glad to have not only shaved, but to have shaved and left no nicks. As he reached my upper thigh, I began to whimper, feeling myself grow wetter with each soft kiss.
"Every. Inch. Of. You. Is. Perfection." He said between kisses, before running his tongue along my inner thigh.
"Oh god." I moaned, and pushed myself towards his face.
"God fucking damn." Edward panted. I trembled at the swears. He was barely holding himself together at this point, and I relished in the fervor in his eyes. Still, we would probably have to slow down a little, in the hopes that maybe he would have more control for… different things. Better things.
I pulled him up towards me again, and pressed soft kisses to his lips and face. "Breathe, baby." I whispered. He closed his eyes tightly and placed his face to my collarbone. "You're doing so well, you're driving my crazy."
I could feel his smirk against my flesh. I decided to take the risk.
"Will you…" I started, blushing deeply. I cleared my throat to start again. "Will you try to…" Breathe in, breathe out through my nose. "taste… me?"
Edward raised his head, and the expression on his face almost startled me. It was fierce, but not in a bad way. More like, he desperately wanted it too, but he knew he had to reign in his 'inner monster,' as he called it. I kissed his brow.
"Breathe, baby." I said again, and I felt him take a few deep breaths to control himself.
"I want that, so much." He groaned. "I'm nervous though."
I curled my arms around him, cradling him to my chest. "I trust you. With my life."
Edward began to kiss my neck and down my body. His body was rigid, and I reached my hands out to stroke his back, trying to relax him. He smiled softly, then moved farther down my body. He stopped at my panty line, pressing soft kisses all along the area. His chilly licks made my body quiver, and I found myself gasping.
"Oh, please… baby…" I reached down to try to slip my panties down. Edward's hand stopped me, and I looked at him with a wide gaze. He smiled.
"I want to do that." He chuckled. He carefully slipped his fingers under my panties and, keeping his eyes on me, pulled them down slowly.
I watched his face, and though his eyes remained fixed on mine, I saw him inhale deeply through his nose. I blushed deeply, lifting my legs so that he could get them off all the way. I tried not to feel embarrassed. To be fair, I was far too excited to feel very bashful, but I couldn't help a slight blush. Finally, Edward allowed himself to look down, his eyes devouring me. He softly traced the v down to my slit with his fingers, and I began to tremble. He pressed a kiss to my hip and slid one finger into my folds, and I nearly cried out. My hand latched onto his hair and tugged, not for him to stop, but to hold onto my own sense of reality.
I watched his face carefully. He was breathing me in like he'd found the elixir of life, his eyes dark and focused on the small dark area between my legs. I didn't shave the hair off completely, but kept it trimmed to a minimum, because I didn't know how he'd like it. Or how I liked it, for that matter. Judging from his face, he liked it, as long as it was me.
"You're unbelievably beautiful, Isabella." He murmured against my skin. He looked up at me through thick lashes and clasped one of my hands in his own. "How did I ever deserve you?"
I didn't want to have do this banter again, so I rolled my hips a little. "Please, Edward. I need you."
He nodded and took a deep breath. He softly kissed my mound, and I smiled triumphantly. "More." I whispered.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he parted my lips and lowered his mouth. It was probably the opposite feeling most people went for: He was freezing cold against my center, where most people probably liked the added head. I found I couldn't care the tiniest bit about the cold, it only meant that it was my Edward on me. Nothing made me more ecstatic.
Edward licked up and down my slit a few times, tentatively. He looked up, and I nodded. "Yes, yes, that's good. More." I whimpered. "More, baby."
Edward growled, and the vibrations went straight to my core. I thought I'd lose my mind. My hips leapt towards him and I held my breath, hoping that he had control enough for me to lose some. He chuckled, and I relaxed.
Suddenly, his tongue began to move at a much quicker pace, over my clit and deeper inside me. I couldn't stop myself from crying out. He groaned, and went faster.
The feeling was indescribable. I threw my head back and clutched my hair, arching my hips into his mouth when I could. His lips surrounded my clit and he sucked, hard, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably, sweat breaking out everywhere. I cried out again, this time with his name. I felt heat building inside me and moaned non-stop, touching everything I could reach: my hair, his hair, my breasts, his hair again.
"Edward… Oh Edward, I think I'm going to come…" I gasped, and he went faster and deeper than before, until I knew that no human could go that speed. Vampires have extra sexual skills, I was finding out. I gasped one last time, and my entire body convulsed intensely, making my choke out his name.
As I came down from my high, I felt him still continuing, but I was too sensitive for it. "Edward, stop…" I shifted away from him, watching as disappointment flashed across his face. I cupped his face, wanting to bring the triumph back. "It's okay, baby, I'm just too sensitive…" It worked. His face lit up like a Christmas tree and I smiled with him. He wiped his face on the bedspread, licking his lips, and climbed back up my body to kiss me.
I recoiled at first, because I didn't want to taste myself in that way, but soon found it hard to resist. It didn't end up tasting like much, just felt weird. I kissed him back passionately then, groaning and trying to pull him as close to me as possible.
"Edward." I murmured. "That was… fuck that was amazing."
Edward grinned. "I think I found my new favorite hobby." He said, kissing my hair. "Did that feel good?"
I rolled over to climb on top of him. "That was ecstasy. I can see why people can get addicted to this sex thing." I hardly noticed that I was naked on top of him. I found I didn't care. Edward's eyes darkened again. I leaned down. "Can I reciprocate?" I asked.
Edward tensed. "I don't know." He kissed me softly. "That was nearly too much for me, I don't want to lose it."
I nodded, but sadly. "What if…" I rolled off of him, and palmed his crotch. "I just used my hands?" Edward hips bucked slightly.
He breathed in deeply. "Maybe?"
I smiled, unfastening his pants button. I undid the zipper and pushed his pants down, him lifting his hips to help me. I slowly removed his boxers at well. Then, like he did to me, I allowed myself to ogle him.
I'd never seen a man naked before, and I'm sure I never would. But seeing a vampire naked is unreal. Everything was polished and smooth, muscular and perfectly proportioned. Long, hard… I gulped. He was perfect.
I lay my head on his stomach, just staring at him. "You're a god." I murmured. Edward laughed breathily. I lifted my head.
"I'm going to touch you now, okay?" I whispered, and he nodded. He took a deep breath and I reached out my hand, cupping him lightly. He hissed.
"You're so warm." He murmured, and I grinned. "It feels so good."
I took him in one hand and started to stroke. His hips arched into my hand and groaned. I started slow, fascinated by the feel of his steel erection in my hand. It felt unbelievable in my hands, strong and powerful, and yet just by holding it I was reducing Edward to whimpers. This feeling was addictive.
I stroked faster and watched Edward. He was gripping the sheets so tightly in his fists I was sure they would tear. But I let him, because god knows what else he would have destroyed if he didn't have that. He gasped rhythmically, meeting my gaze with eyes so intense I wondered if I should be scared. I wasn't. I couldn't be.
Edwards hips stuttered beneath me. "Bella." He moaned. "Oh Bella, Bella, my love…" I gripped harder and he convulsed. I took a huge risk. I bent down beside him and licked the underside of his cock, and he convulsed again.
"Oh God, I'm going to come." He moaned, so I licked him again. He brushed my face away from his cock and just in time: He came seconds afterwards, with a huge convulsion that dwindled away into aftershocks of smaller thrusts. His face was full of pleasure and I vowed I would try and create that face as many times as I could in my existence.
Suddenly I was being pulled into his arms, cradled and adorned with kisses. "You are amazing, truly amazing, Bella." He murmured into my hair. "I love you so much."
I smiled, burying my head in his chest. His temperature had risen just slightly, but he still helped me cool down. My sweat was all over him, and he seemed to enjoy it. He ran a hand through it and licked it off.
"You taste amazing." He whispered. "Every inch of you."
I thought I would die of the emotions I was feeling now. I allowed myself to stay tucked against him for a while, before I decided that I should probably shower. When I posed this idea, Edward perked up.
"I'll come with." He said, lifting me in his arms. Apparently he didn't want to see me leave, or at least, didn't want me dressed quite yet.
Twenty minutes and a sloppy shower later (kissing, touching, loving had created quite a watery mess on the floor), I was tucked in a warm robe and nothing else on the bed, while Edward gazed at me. He was wearing flannel sleep pants and a wife-beater, and was rubbing my back in the most sensual way. He eventually got me one of his t-shirts to wear to bed, and I slipped it on, no longer embarrassed by my nakedness.
We kissed and cuddled for yet another hour before I finally succumbed to exhaustion, happy and loved in the arms of my fiancé.
