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Distraction:
Bella spun me to the wall as soon as I entered our suite. She held her cell phone in her hand and moved it back and forth slightly. "A little bird texted me that you need to be distracted."
"A little bird named Carlisle?"
She stood to her tiptoes, and nuzzled at the curve of my neck, as her hands captured mine and pulled them behind me. I groaned as I felt the slide of silk across my wrists.
"Hmm…no, the more dangerous of the pair…Esme."
As her lips slid across my chest, I adopted Jasper's southern twang and said, "Bless her heart…"
"Ah…do I have a gentleman present? I was hoping for the more devilish Edward tonight," she murmured against my skin, pulling the silk taut around my wrists. I hissed at the sensation. It was ludicrous, of course, to assume that the fragile material would bind me, but it was the symbolism…and it was potent.
I dipped to capture her lips. We moved together softly, savoring each other. Now that we didn't have to worry about the venom and could share deep searching kisses, it was almost an intimate pleasure to return to the chaste, fragile kisses of our courtship. I wanted to wrap my hands around her waist and pull her against my straining body, but the fragile silk held me prisoner as chains and cuffs never would. I'd been pondering one Mistress, while my other was preparing for me, it would seem. I growled softly when the tip of her tongue traced my lips and then she backed away, denying me the pleasure of tasting her mouth and mating with her tongue. I tried to follow her, but a single fingertip to my stomach stopped me.
She smiled at me but shook her head. I had to close my eyes at the pleasure of that single fingertip as it began a journey of soft exploration across my abdomen, circling my navel, and then multiple scars before feathering across my nipples, sending shudders through me. A flick of her wet tongue against one and the warm breath of air over it was all it took to get me to the point of begging.
"Bella, please…" My words were cut off as her teeth nipped the tight nub, and then she sucked it into her mouth, laving it with her tongue.
I didn't have time to say more because she was moving down my side and across the waistband of my pants. A gasp left me as I felt the warm velvet dragging across my taut skin, sensitizing the area from one hip to the other. She brushed across that which was straining to eagerly greet her, making sure that her chin glided across my weeping head. A hiss of breath escaped me, and she smiled against my skin. She chuckled, and then hummed against me, making sure that I felt the vibrations through my length. My hips jerked toward her, pressing her face solidly to my stomach
"Is that a request, kind sir?" she murmured in a southern drawl that Vivien Leigh would have been proud of.
"Argh…" was the only thing I could manage because she chose at that moment to run her torturous hands down the inside of my thighs.
She nuzzled my navel and stroked the tip of her nose across my abdomen. I wanted to weep for joy when I felt her hands at my hips, expecting the slide of my pants down my skin. Instead, Bella spun me so that my face and body were pressed up against the wall, my back exposed to her. I groaned at her teasing and heard her respond with a seductive laugh. For a moment, I didn't feel her or hear her so the sound of something being placed on the floor behind me startled me.
"Don't worry; I haven't brought out my arsenal of torture…yet."
A soft growl of disappointment escaped me even though I attempted to remain quiet.
"That's for later…" she whispered at my ear, and I realized she'd brought something over to stand on. "I want to be able to torture every inch of you before you are allowed inside of me."
She emphasized the statement by slowing stroking her nimble tongue around the curves of my ear. Liquid heat radiated from the contact as she took her time exploring every curve and dip. When she bit the end of it, it was all I could do not to cum all over myself. The nibbles to the area behind my ear and the curve of my neck sent spikes of pleasure down my body, and my cock throbbed. She kissed lightly at my throat and then broke all contact. It was a good thing.
It was then that she decided to divest me of the pajama bottoms I'd thrown on in haste when we'd heard Henry's screams. I felt her small hands slip under the elastic, and then inch by agonizing inch, she pushed them across my hips and down my legs. She must have been holding them in some way for them not to just fall, but I was too distracted by the brush of her hands down my body to know. I stepped quickly out of them, and I felt the brush of air against my heated, sensitized skin as she threw them to the floor.
Suddenly, I felt her tongue swipe across the back of one of my knees, and her hand stroke the bottom part of my legs and across my feet. "Bella…" I moaned, as she flicked across the skin there.
"Yes, sir?"
"Pleas…" I wasn't even able to finish the word.
"I know what you need, Edward. I'll get there soon enough; don't worry."
A huff of breath rushed out of me, and I stopped even attempting to draw more in. I was incapable of speech so why waste the effort to draw it in when it wouldn't be used? I'd rather focus on the drag of her tongue against me. She started moving upwards, running her hands up the front of my legs slowly. Her tongue reached my upper legs where the swell of my ass began.
She bit the flesh in front of her lightly, and as the sting spread like wildfire, I forgot my earlier thought…quick breath of air…"Fuck, Bella.
I heard the whoosh of air and grinned in anticipation just before she brought her palm across my ass, the sound cracking through the room. Pain, so intense that it quickly turned into pleasure, fanned from the area into the rest of my body, and pre-cum started leaking out of me.
"Sir, you must never talk to a lady like that. I KNOW your mother taught you better."
"You'd be surprised at some of the words that come out of my mother's mouth when she is with my father," I muttered darkly, but not without humor. Lady by day…Sex Goddess by night. Emmett had actually muttered the other word once, and before the last syllable was out of his mouth, Carlisle had taken him down.
"Your mother, siblings, and wife should never be called by that name even in a joking manner."
Emmett's eyes had widened in horror realizing that our father was right.
Bella pinched the other cheek hard in punishment for my words, starting the burn again. Damn, at that moment, I wished someone made a paddle strong enough to hold up to a vampire body. I would willingly hand it into the hands of my mistress and find something she should punish me for.
"Sh…my love, calm yourself, or my job will be done long before I desire it to be," Bella murmured softly against the small of my back. It was then that I realized that the room was filled with hungry snarls emanating from my body. My hands clenched just beside her lips, the fragile silk still symbolically binding me.
"Hm…" she hummed against me, the vibrations sending liquid lava across my skin again.
I froze in shock, my body on the edge when I felt her suck my longest finger into the scalding depths of her mouth. Her tongue gliding across, wrapping around it, and flicking the tip was pure torture. I couldn't even vocalize that there was another place I would prefer the action. Fortunately or unfortunately, my perfect recall created the sensation for me. I could feel Bella taking me into her mouth, swirling my cock in the same way as she was doing my finger. My hips began to grind against the wall, seeking relief. Bella sucked down hard on the finger, just before popping off.
"Uh, uh…" she said, grabbing my hips to stop the action.
She was a hard woman. Even my pleas didn't break her down enough to release her grip on me. She did nibble up my backbone, and then her hands where in my hair, tugging softly, calming me gently.
"Edward, my love, you have the most incredible back. I love to see your muscles ripple as you play piano or bend to build a fire. I want to smooth my hands across you and worship your skin. I want to taste you with my tongue. STAY STILL!" she ordered, suddenly tugging my hair hard.
Even with my eyes closed, they rolled into the back of my head in pleasure at her altering use of pain and comfort. Minx….
"Yes, m'am," came some demon's rough voice.
And so she did. She leisurely touched each muscle with her hands and tongue, taking her time to explore the ridges as she nibbled here or there. She paused over every scar I'd gotten during our fight with the Volturi, paying particular care to those areas, as if she wanted to banish the white crescent marks with her touch and lips. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad when her breath washed over the curve of my neck, stirring my hair. I felt the peaks of her bare breasts against my back, hard as rock in her excitement.
I turned my head sideways to beg. "Bella, may I please touch you?"
"No…not yet," she murmured, brushing her fingertips lightly down both of my arms. My groan echoed softly between us.
Her hands then brushed around my sides, and I cried out in reaction when her hands circled me. She started a slow, torturous rhythm. My knees almost buckled at the feel of her hot hands around me. She alternated soft caresses with strong pulls and tugs. Everything in me began tightening, inching closer each time she smoothed across my head. She stopped as if to torture me.
"Oh, God. Please don't Bella," I sobbed.
She chuckled, knowing the control she had over me. For once, she was merciful. She began moving her hands again and said, "Let go, Edward. I want to taste you on my fing…"
Just the realization of what she was going to say was enough. I roared over the rest of her words as I felt my venom pour from me, all over her hands. "Thank you, sir."
I spun and breaking the silk fabric from around my hands grabbed her by the waist. Her eyes were jet black, and I could smell her arousal.
"My little temptress…"
If she could fight dirty, so could I. I refused to allow her to break my control again. I pushed the animal further within me and pulled out the Edward she'd fallen in love with. I was going to make slow, passionate love to my wife. If she had to suffer a little from her lust while I took my time, well…I couldn't totally subjugate my devilish side.
I touched my lips softly to hers and tasted myself on her. A slight hiss escaped until I reigned myself in again. We were going to the bed where I could splay her arms and body for my pleasure. She attempted to wrap her legs around me, but I wasn't allowing it. I didn't want her that close to me. I was already rock hard again and knew that if I came in contact with her scalding wetness, it would all be over.
I laid her gently on the bed, following her body to brace myself above her.
I slowly bent to place my lips just below her ear. "I found the one whom my soul loves," I whispered, and she shuddered slightly against me. I was guessing that she knew by my tone how this would go.
"Edward…"
"Yes, my Love."
"You are the Devil," she grumped.
"You did say you wanted that side to visit; should I be afraid my warrior bride is coming to vanquish me?" I teased, and then followed with, "Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?"
"So…you are comparing me to an army of men?"
"You are as ferocious as one, when you need to be," I murmured behind her ear, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin, right where I knew it drove her crazy.
I trailed kisses down her neck to pay homage to the skin at the curve where her shoulder began. I lapped where her pulse would be if she had one. It was still one of the most erotic places on her body to me. She turned her head to give me more access, and I softly brushed her lips with a fingertip as I tasted her skin with my tongue. Her essence was like the heroin I'd compared her to, and I allowed my memory to recreate the beating of her heart and the smell of her blood perfectly. The indulgence of her blood on our anniversary had forever spoiled me to the lure of another. Nothing…nothing could be that perfect. Dark visions of that foray threatened to overthrow my balance. I was grateful when she nipped my finger, as it brought me back to the moment.
I pulled up to balance on my elbows and look down into her face. "I love you Isabella Marie Cullen. Thank you for being my life."
Her eyes misted only slightly from the venom before she leaned up to lock our lips. Slowly, I treasured every small space of her mouth, relishing the unique taste of her venom, while I softly ran my hand across her arms, raising goose-bumps along her skin. When I cupped one of her breasts, rubbing my thumb across the nipple, she shuddered again against my frame, moaning into my mouth.
In an instant, I had her in my mouth flicking at the engorged nipple. Her fingers wove through my hair and cinched me to her in her need. I bit slightly, and her hips rose hard, almost impaling her on me.
"Uh…uh…Bella," I repeated her earlier admonishment. I grabbed her hips, holding her still, and laid my head across her chest, placing my ear where her heart should have been beating.
"Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm…love is strong as death. I can imagine the sound of your heartbeat still. When you were still human, I could pick it out of any crowd. It called my name, as no other has. We were meant to be, two halves formed to fashion the perfect whole. I am nothing without you, and that is never clearer than when my body wants to join with yours…to seek solace. I never feel complete until nothing stands between us."
I smoothed my hand down to dip between her legs, gliding through the moisture there, hitting her sensitive nub. She came undone instantly. I hadn't meant to end her torture so soon, wanting to string her along. But, she'd been as tight as a bow, and I wanted to love her with my body for long moments. In order for that to be possible, she needed to let go now. The feel of her strong body flexing and contorting below me was a rush. Before she could finish the last of her orgasm, I slid into her, feeling the last vestiges of the pulsing sucking at me.
Her hiss at my tactic was beautiful.
"Come let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with loves." She quoted back, her face glorious in her release.
I moved softly against her in reaction. "Until morning…"
Whispered words of pleasure and adoration fell from my lips as they traveled over and worshiped every inch of her body over the next hours, each time ending with our bodies joined, seeking to seal the bond between us. I coaxed wave after wave of release out of her as we prepared to meet the dawn.
Just as I saw the sun begin to rise, I reached up to her as she rode my body for her pleasure, and cupped her chin. She stole a glance at me as I said, "This is my beloved and this is my friend."
"Edward, flip me over. I want to feel you on top of me," she begged. Who was I to ignore her request? She'd shared too often the thrill she felt at being caged by my body.
Our last release was soft and subtle in comparison to the previous ones, but it was laced with great caring and emotion, as if our souls wrapped around each other at the moment of our greatest pleasure.
I placed my face against the pillow of her breasts, my body resting against her resplendent in pleasure. The fire crackled in the hearth drawing my attention, and suddenly a memory of Aro torturing a male vampire flashed in front of me, almost as a ghostly apparition. Pain sliced through my head. I attempted to hide it, but the jerk of my body must have given me away. I heard Bella's voice through the throbbing.
"Edward, are you okay?"
"Mmm…just another of Aro's memories. Damn, it hurts when they flash through like that," I said, leaning up to rub my temple. Her hands took over, soothing me gently, rubbing my brow. She even worked through my hair, knowing how I adored it.
"You need to talk to Carlisle about this!" she hissed in frustration. This was a point of some contention between us since the resulting pain of the 'visions' had begun to occur.
"I don't want to worry him," I spoke softly, closing my eyes to rest against her as she ministered to me. "It'll be fine."
A/N:
Credit for all quotes go to King Solomon. I wouldn't want any of his relatives tracking me down for copyright infringement.
And finally - As always, I want to thank my Beta:
Hopeforastalemate – She puts up with my pathetic attempts at writing sex with incredible patience. SMIRK! Go check out her profile page to find links to the stories here on Fan Fiction and other sites (for those to risqué for FF).