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Christmas With the Cullens

Chapter Sixf

I'm caught off guard for half a second.

Then there's grabbing, gnashing, biting, tugging, squeezing, clawing… and some other fun stuff that adds to, rather than relieves the wild, insistent throbbing sensation between my legs.

There's no softness or carefulness or gentleness between us.

Coarse hands, breathy moans, and rough kisses berate my senses like raw confessions of tears and love.

Edward unapologetically assaults my hips, my neck, and my face with his forceful mouth.

At first, I'm a little perturbed at how one person can be just every-fucking-where at the same time, but then I close my eyes and let the feeling knock the hell out of my senses.

Yes.

This.

Amazing.

More.

It's like he's a starved man who's suddenly found his favourite, most delicious feast, and, come hell or high water, famine or flood, rainbow or leprechaun, he's going to enjoy every damned second of it.

I don't care that he's pressing me so hard into my purple star and moon covered duvet that I'm finding it hard to breathe. I don't care that his fingers dig so roughly into the flesh of my breast that I'm sure to have bruises. I don't care that he's treating me like maine lobster with a dollop of cranberry sauce.

I'm loving it.

Every painful, torturous second of this bullshit that we do every Christmas - I want it. Faster, harder. Rougher. Sexier.

Fuck. I want it. Now.

….And I'm not even being demanding yet.

There are still questions of course.

There are always questions.

But right now, I can't feel anything but him. Edward.

Soft lips, prickly stubble, harsh breaths.

Edward.

"Ask me… to… stop," he groans, leaving a trail of heated, wet kisses from my mouth to my neck as he alternates between squeezing my left breast roughly and moulding it in circular motions against his palms (others would be surprised if I told them he was the one resisting five minutes ago).

I writhe against the stellar bed-sheets as he stops at my neck and takes a small piece of skin between his teeth and sucks it into his mouth, not softly.

"Never… stop!" I wail much more passionately then I intend, tightening my legs harder around his waist.

What the ---

Caught off guard by the baseball he stole from me earlier, I shove my fingers into his pocket. Edward shuffles hips upward to allow me to grab the offending object and throw it to the floor with force.

It makes a light thud against the carpet, but the noise isn't nearly as loud as the rush of blood in my ears.

So, here I am again.

Kissing Edward, allowing him to molest my senses. Letting him touch me, tease me, torture me.

It's not like it doesn't cross my mind….I mean, for tiny millisecond I do actually think that this is wrong, and bad, and…I pretty much seduced him which is again, kind of wrong.

But then it passes and hell, I don't care.

Girlfriend or not, this is Edward and it's my fucking job to seduce him. Hell, I'd forgo salary and a company car for this shit. Maybe even annual leave.

But Christmas leave I'd always take. Because no matter how excruciating Christmas with the Cullens is … it also means this.

No matter how much I anguish over this week for the other 359 days of the year; no matter how much I want to dunk Edward's head into the lake outside every time we meet; no matter how much I want to bury myself with the moles after our encounters…this… god… this is worth it.

"Unhhh…" I moan softly, as Edward rubs his erection impatiently against my thigh through his jeans, and then bites my neck harder.

Christ.

Definite bruise alert.

I wriggle and then still as he starts to suck the tissue of my neck like I'm his favourite pacifier.

I wonder if it'll be purple this time. Or blue with a yellow middle. Sometimes, if I look hard enough, I can see a third color too.

I hope it's flower-shaped though. Then I can trace it, make a tattoo and wear it on my left breast, over my heart.

"Bella…" Edward murmurs, "Bella…," he whispers my name like a prayer, escaping softly from the harsh breath of his lips.

Edward.

Closing my eyes I furrow my hand in his hair and press his head closer to me, revelling in the stinging sensation, hoping that he'll somehow become a part of me, before realising I don't actually own a turtle-neck.

Reluctantly, I shove at his chest.

His mouth disconnects from my flesh as we sit up together. Our breathing irregular, hair dishevelled, clothes… well his clothes (I'm not wearing enough for it to count)are wrinkled and creased.

A razor-sharp prickle runs down my spine as our disoriented gazes meet. Eyes circling, watching for reaction like hunter and prey, excited, weary, careful… ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

I love when he looks like this -- eyes dark and cheeks flushed, yet there's something so demanding about his appearance. His mouth is slightly agape as he regards me all horny and lust-filled

And my body just aches to have him.

My eyes zero in on his bottom lip which is bruised, blood red and so fucking beautiful that I'm unconsciously moving forward. Edwards thumbs rest on my hips as I lick it, and then I take his bottom lip into my mouth.

"God… baby," he sighs against my mouth, letting me work as I suck, bite, and tug, his thumbs circling my hips above my skirt tolerantly.

My hands fall and reach for the button of his jeans, wanting more. Wanting him.

Faster than the strike of cobra throws me back against the bed.

What?

Surprised, I struggle upward but he pins my arms above my head.

"Edward, uh…what are you doing? Let me… oh…"

I'm hypnotized as his thick red tongue slips out of his mouth.

My breath hitches. Oh God.

He teasingly circles my rock hard nipple.

Oh God…oh God…!!

I'm arching and reaching and crying and breathing… and more.

There's sweat on my brow, pricking up my spine and the ache between my legs is unbelievable.

Edward looks up; encouraged by the noises escaping my mouth he slowly lowers his head, hungry eyes not leaving mine.

Another sharp flick of the tongue.

"Unhhhh…." I moan louder.

Then I thrash about like I'm having convulsions because his mouth is doing amazing, tingly, otherwordly things to my body.

"Shh, quiet," Edward mumbles from somewhere in between my tits, "...you gotta be quieter, Carlisle and Esme are just down the hall."

I nod even though he's much too busy to notice as his mouth moves from my nipples to my belly, and down my left leg.

I lean up on my elbows and watch him almost unconsciously.

He kisses the back of my knee and then he's moving up again, taking my thigh in tiny, careful butterfly kisses. Closer to the place where I need him most.

Ummmm….

Is it possible to die from this?

Because I'm pretty sure that my heart's going to over-excitedly pound out of my chest and land on the bed in front of him. I know it.

Taking a deep breath, I exhale carefully, trying to calm my heartbeat.

…. That's it. Just like that… keep breathing. Breathe…. breathe.

I watch as he pauses at a spot he's taken a liking to and suckles at my skin.

Surely, Edward would know about this stuff. I mean I don't really want to die from this. I have stuff to do. Assignments to hand in, parties to attend, my professors would—

"Oh MY—"

I gasp as his warm mouth caresses my inner thigh right next my panties.

Close.

So fucking close.

He licks across my bikini line, lapping at wetness that's leaked out of my underwear. His tongue is soft and warm and wonderful… and everything in between.

Breathe.Breathe.Breathe.

Then his mouth is on my panties, probing, hurried. Demanding.

Fuck.

I'm not looking forward to Charlie having to read my obituary because there's no question, I'm definitely going to die from this.

Not caring about whoever's slumbering across the hall, loud unchained noises escape my lips.

I pull at Edward's hair, alternating between pulling him closer because I want more and pushing him away because it's not enough and this is killing me.

Not enough.

Just when I'm getting so impatient that I'm about to resort to begging, Edward's fingers slide under my panties and he pulls them down my legs, flicking them off me in a single graceful movement.

Golden eyes burning with intensity look up at me from beneath the gauzy frill of my ballerina skirt and my heart flutters.

His eyes travel to that very aching part of me and I watch him cautiously, suddenly shy at how overtly wet I am. I wish we had thought to dim the lights or something.

"Let me see you, Bella." Edward gently pushes at my inner thigh wanting me to spread myself more for him.

I snap my legs closed promptly.

He looks up from beneath dark lashes, eyes clouded with confusion.

"I think I'm done." I say trying to cover the sudden panic and shyness that's overtaken me.

"What?"

I clear my throat.

"Listen, Edward, I'm going to be honest and not lie. I came to the cottage with high hopes of this… stuff not happening. I wasn't ready. In fact I've realised I'm not ready. I'm not ready at all…"

I have no idea what I'm talking about but I go on anyway.

"In fact I'm not ready because I don't want this to happen –"

Edward's gold flecked eyes crinkle and his face wears an entertained smile. "Bella, I think you're more than ready."

I brighten considerably.

"No. no. I mean, I haven't prepared myself. I haven't you know…. I haven't thought about you touching me this Christmas. I haven't even touched it -"

I trail off as Edward starts to actually laugh.

"Hey! I'm being--," I blush. I'm a total moron. "I'm done." I pout. "Really I'm—"

"Sshh, Bella." Edward moves over my body and brings his mouth over mine, muffling my noises of protest.

Even though I should have a little more self control, I instantly take him up on his unspoken offer, kissing him back with fervency. This is much to good to let pass. "I'm… seriously…. done." I say in between breaths.

"Okay…" Edward says, nipping my lower lip and then my upper lip, "You… want me…," he nips the corner of my mouth "to stop…?"

"Um……" I open my mouth to let tongue in, "in… in a… second."

"Okay." He shifts away from me.

I grab him and push my mouth back onto his forcefully. "I said, in a second."

"Yes, madam," I can feel his smile against my mouth. " Should I…dim the… lights?"

"Yes," I nod my head as he drops three swift pecks on my lips, "Please." Then I wrap my leg around him tightly.

I sigh into his mouth. His kisses are the best things I've ever tasted.

Honey and sweet cotton candy….

… better than mint-choco-eclairs.

And that's really saying something.

"Then you gotta let me get up…" Edward mumbles a few second later.

Oh.

Even though I don't want to, I loosen my death grip, watching bashfully as he slips off the bed, adjusts himself and slams his hand on the switch.

We're instantly plunged into darkness, but soon enough violet, purple and pink streaks surround us as he switches on a dinosaur lamp- a present from Charlie when I was six.

"This okay?"

I nod dumbly.

He jumps back on the mattress and faces me on his knees. His face is angled by vibrant violet shadow, and my breath hitches when he leans too close.

"So where were we?"

I gulp.

"Um, we were, um…" In a situation where I didn't need to form a comprehensible sentence.

Edward chuckles at my mumbling state and kisses the palm of my hand, then pulls my thighs down the bed so my legs flank him.

He kisses my stomach enthusiastically and I'm his slave.

He moves down past my annoying gauze skirt, and his eyes look up at me all serious and gorgeous from below.

"You're beautiful, you know."

"Huh?"

"If it helps…yours is the most beautiful I've seen."

Uh…

"Thanks, Casanova."

Edward shakes his head in laughter and kisses my thigh, "'Welcome."

Mmmm.

Wait.

Even though he's seen me before he's never said this. And now that he's said it...I'm not sure if I'm meant to take it as a compliment.

Not really a time to be brainstorming for my paper on deconstruction of the male gaze, but, I mean, is he comparing me to stuff he's seen in magazines, or real life?

Because if he's comparing me to porn-stars then that's kinda cool because you know, it's their job to have good looking vaginas. But if he's comparing me to normal girls than it makes me kinda mad. It's gross and I don't want … I gasp.

I instantly forget all thoughts of his porn-star girlfriends because his fingers are on me.

Sweet Jesus.

Softly, his gentle fingers tease me apart, and I can't even remember why I was thinking about anything else but this.

"Okay, Bella?" Edward ventures all cautiously, like he would give it up if I say I'm not.

Not that I'm not.

I'm okay.

I'm more than okay.

I don't think its possible to be okay-er than I am right now.

I nod much too enthusiastically for someone who was having Braxton Hicks type doubts a second ago.

Then all of a sudden his fingers are inside me doing things I've missed and longed for for much too long.

It's the best feeling in the world yet the worst torture I've ever experienced.

He's teasing me.

I know because he knows my sweet spots like the back of his hand and if he wants he can send my body into orgasmic frenzy in under two minutes.

Edward plunges in deeper and I moan.

It's strange, because we know each other so intimately in some ways, yet in others we're completely unknown.

All my shyness gone, I shamelessly open my legs further, and then his fingers are pounding into me.

Fingers, knuckles, warmth and wetness, heat, burning between my legs. The friction is incredible.

Blood rushes in my ears, whimpers, cries, thrusts, shrieks for more.

Watching his fingers work me, I greedily force my hips to meet him. Faster, harder, hotter with each movement.

Edward leans back.

What?

Is he moving away?

No! No! no!

But then he's closer. Crouching over me, his body curling and his forehead dropping to my belly. Elbows angle over me, his hair tickling my stomach and then he's got it.

My spot.

A gentle hit. Once, twice.

I moan and shiver.

I'm close. I can feel it building, clenching in my stomach. Something shifting. Tightening. Twisting.

"Come, Bella." Edward coaxes, his aroused breath staining the skin of my belly. "Come, for me."

"Unhh, Edward!" I moan writhing on the pillow, my head thrown back so I'm not watching his glistening fingers disappearing in and out me of me anymore, his persuasive words caressing my body in erotic touch.

I bite my lip, letting sensations steal me away as he drives his fingers in and out of me in a way that I really wish another part of his body would.

He hits me again. Three times. Four.

Oh shit. I arch.

"Edwa—I-I'm--" My legs start to tremble. Fuck.

Five.

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh fuck," I close my eyes tight.

"That's it, baby. Give it up. Do it." Edward demands.

Then I do. Right into his palm.

Edward slides up the bed, his shirt prickly against my sensitive nipples as the world falls from beneath me. His fingers gently move out of me, his palm circling my centre in small motions, spreading warm liquid around it.

I look up at him, my face burning, lips tingling and puffy.

Edwards eyes are coal black. "God, you always look so fucking amazing after you come." He says in a coarse tone, like I'm some sort of chocolate Goddess that he wants to consume.

He drops a kiss on the corner of my swollen lip and I smile.

A warm, fuzzy feeling envelops me - a thick cotton blanket of joy. I'm sated and I made him curse and he said that even though I know have an extreme case of swollen face and panda eyes right now. But then I notice Edward shift on top me, and move sideways looking like he's in complete pain.

My eyes travel to his jeans where I can see his erection proud and angry in his pants.

Oh.

I sit up and move toward him.

Edward holds my hand and shakes his head. "Not now."

Not now?

I look at him, unsure if he's doing this because of Tanya or something else.

We've come this far, it doesn't seem fair that I can't give him what he needs.

"Edward I'm --"

"I'll take care of it," he says like it's some kind of technicality.

I bite my lip. "Okay." My fingers drop from his jeans, even though all I really want to do is show him how much I love him.

I fall back into his arms, puzzled.

Edward strokes my hair. "It's okay, Bella. Really."

I nod.

We don't say anything more.

Instead, we lie quietly. Edward holding me with a small space between us. His arm is around my waist and thumb lightly circling my hip like a tender sign of possession. His gentle breath in my hair, makes my insides feel like they'll melt into a puddle of nothing.

Our situation is a little awkward; there's a lot that's left unsaid, and it's still not quite enough.

Yet as I start to doze off, Edward moves my hair away and drops a small kiss at the top of my spine…and I can't help but think that, somehow, this is perfect.

TBC.

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