The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #16

Pen Name: rubyblue9696

Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella

Rating: M

Word Count: 499

Prompts: thetwilight25 dot com/round-eight/prompts


"What are you doing?"

He's standing close behind her. She grins, and answers, "I am looking at your dad's map." She waits for it, knowing.

Little pinch at her waist, she squeaks and jerks. He snorts, "I know that, babe." His left hand moves her soft loose hair away from her right shoulder. He kisses her there, and then says moving in closer, letting her feel his erection against her ass, "What are you thinking about while you're looking at Carlisle's world map, hmm?" He gives another kiss, to her exposed neck this time. It's slow, his tongue peeking out to taste.

Bella can't help the shiver that runs through her entire body…or the goose bumps that cover her exposed arms. His breath tickling down her neck and over her chest makes her nipples peak hard under her thin top. He always has this effect on her, especially when he is close and in her personal space that she shares and gives to him alone.

Leaning back into his lean muscled chest, she says, quiet but playful, "Well…I was thinking about my trip with Alice. It's only two weeks away, you know." A purple painted nail points to a certain latitude/longitude in the British Virgin Islands, and she smiles, continuing, teasing, "And, I was imagining what sort of night life we will get ourselves into trouble with there. You know, 'cause of all the free tropical drinks we're gonna be getting…"

Next thing she knows, Edward is pushing her up against that map, and both warm, large rough hands reach under the front hem of her loose flowing shirt, slide up her now trembling tummy and ribcage to cup and squeeze each peaked full breast, pinching her nipples hard. He growls into her ear, "Is that so, Bella?" His jean clad knee pushes between the back of her thighs. "Maybe I'll go to 6th Street with Emmett and look for some trouble of my own…" His threat falls flat when his lips latch and suck at the crook of her slim neck, his hard cock pressing and grinding hard.

Groan…whine, she gasps, pushing back with her ass, helpless. "Mmm, Edward. Don't start. We can't. We're not alone…"

Oh, he knows that.

Biting, he leaves marks as he kisses up to her ear. Whispering, dark and low, he continues, "Better yet, maybe I'll take a holiday," his right hand pinching her sensitive nipple one last time then plunging down and into the top of her khaki shorts and underwear, "…some not-so-random tropical island…see what kind of feminine," thrust, " attention," grind, "I can find..." He licks her ear, his middle finger rubbing her swollen clit and then finding its way deep inside his hot, wet fiancée's sweet pussy.

Her thighs spread. She gasps and groans her reply, "You wouldn't dare…"

"Oh, I would…" He shoves her shorts and pale blue panties down.

He's got his ticket…he's got Bella's cabana number…and he's gonna fuck her now.

He is so there.


a/n …ehem…because I need to…#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #7, #8, #11, #12, #14, #15, #17, #18, #19, #21, #22, #23, #24…*smiles*…

xxx jess