I don't own Twilight. Stop reminding me!
Edward never ceased to amaze me.
That was of course the case when he laid me on my back and kissed his way down my body. His hands had never felt gentler than they did now. I could see the restraint and lust in his eyes. I felt bad that some things about this moment were hurting him, like the smell of my blood. There were always other thirsts he had too, not just for my blood, mostly for what we were doing right now…
I gasped in shock when he grabbed my hips with a little too much force. I wanted so badly to tell him that he could do whatever he wanted to me, that I wouldn't be hurt in any way. He would never listen to me, but a girl can try.
"Bella, are you ready?" he whispered. Of course he would be concerned about my readiness at a time like this. I was very tempted to tell him to shut his mouth and get on with it, but instead I answered with an acceptable response.
"I'm ready, my love." I relaxed every muscle in my body to prove my words were true. I really was ready for Edward. After he declared we would no longer make love, I felt like he was teasing me. Giving me a little taste of sex, and then abruptly pulling back was his idea of a solution to my easy bruising problem.
As I waited for his fingers to dip into me, I looked at the bed sheets. They were beautiful and white and smooth. Who did I know that was like that? Oh yeah, Edward. To be honest, the only reason I remembered was because at that exact moment, Edward had kissed where I believed his tongue would be.
I moaned out in pleasure, calling his name and reaching for whatever part of him I could hold onto. As he worked his mouth over me, he grabbed hold of my hand to assure me that I was not floating five feet off the bed like I had suspected. I was positive he could hear my heart beating three times its normal rate, but I wasn't ashamed. I enjoyed the fact that he could hear, see, and now taste what he did to me. He was a god, for sure. And now I knew he was a sex god as well.
When Edward spoke, his normally velvet voice was deep, rough and ragged.
"Bella, come for me. Come for me, Bella, and say my name. I want to hear you say it."
Willing to do anything to urge Edward forward, I pushed myself into the memories of our previous sexual experience. It had been amazing, not too rough like my body showed. I didn't remember being in pain at all. The bruises must have come from somewhere else, I decided. As I felt the white-hot spring in my stomach coil itself tighter and tighter, my breath began coming in gasps. I struggled to fulfill Edward's wishes and chanted his name, over and over again, along with unidentifiable sounds.
"Edward, oh Edward, mmm, Edward, ungh yes, Edward…" My voice faded as my breathing became more and more labored, and I shut my eyes tightly. As I reached my climax, I gripped Edward's hand and hair.
"Oh goodness, Bella, you taste so good, oh GOD yes, mmm, you're so amazing!" Edward called as I came down from my release. My heart rate was beginning to slow down by the time Edward came up from his place between my legs. I had a feeling that I would get used to him being down there from now on.
Edward reached over me to grab a pillow, and then kissed my right on the tip of my nose. He let me catch my breath before he pulled me into his stone embrace.
"Bella, you truly will be the death of me," he murmured. With those words, I remembered that our night was not finished yet, and I began to push him onto his back. He was hit with realization and willingly laid back on the bed. I slipped one leg over him so that I straddled his lap. We seem to notice this at the same second, and my face grew red with embarrassment. I put my head between his neck and shoulder. I always cowered there.
"Love, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I like this just as much as you do," he said with an evil grin. If only he knew exactly how much I liked this, he would regret his words immediately. If we really shared the same level of interest in this, I would be dead by now.
Sorry it's a bit short… I have writer's block! Hope you enjoyed, though!
