Title: The Day The Earth Stood Still
Author: Sare Liz,
Beta: Colleen P. WD-40 for squeaky chairs, sticking windows, and world peace. G20 would have gone better if they'd had WD-40. :)
Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Continuity: Midnight Sun, EPOV, Canon pairings, Canon ontology, AU.
Rating: M.
Summary: What if Bella wasn't his singer? What if he could hear her thoughts? Alice is betting that she'd still rock his world, and you know me; I never bet against Alice.
Author's Note: It's the chapter you've been waiting for.
Chapter 6: A Tasty Snack, part two
I grinned and got back to it. I licked and nuzzled, and licked and kissed, and finally when I licked and sucked I got a reaction.
Yes, baby, oh, yes baby. That feels so good. Ugh, but Edward, I still have my jeans on. I don't want my jeans on, anymore…
I let her slowly slide down my body, and when her legs got to my waist I gently loosened them so she could stand on her own.
"Your wish is my command," I said before I kissed her thoroughly, unfastening her jeans and letting her wiggle out of them.
You really need a bed, baby, she thought as she did a little hopping dance, trying to get her socks off with her toes.
I laughed. I couldn't help it. She was so unintentionally funny. She frowned at me, and I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the postmodern daybed. She hissed when her rear touched the leather.
Everything's cold in this house but me!
"Maybe together we can figure out how to keep you warm," I said. Then I smirked. "Did you want to keep your socks on, love?"
"Edward," she ground out between clenched teeth. Stop messing around.
"Or what?" I asked, still chortling, but taking her socks off from my position kneeling on the floor next to her. I let my hands linger around her ankles and slowly, but slowly drift up her lovely legs. She took my breath away, she was so beautiful.
Or I will put my clothes back on and just give you blowjob after blowjob, and you won't get to play at all tonight, she thought, her inner voice stern.
I raised an eyebrow. Oh, love, you can punish me with blowjobs anytime, I thought. "As blissful as that sounds, Bella, let's save that for another night." Hell, if I could spend a year simply worshiping her abdomen, she could spend night after night worshiping my cock. I was okay with it.
"Besides," I said, one hand sweeping up her thigh, over her hip to cup one of her breasts. "I made a promise to myself last night."
Oh?
"I promised that I would never again leave you unfulfilled at the end of the night."
Her eyes went wide. "I wasn't unhappy last night, Edward. You know that, right? I was having fun, too." Then she shivered.
Wow, it's cold. We need to do something, or I need to put my clothes back on. Could you get some down comforters, along with that bed, baby?
"I promise to buy a bed, and blankets. They'll be here by the next time you come over." I brushed my thumb over her nipple, once, twice and then with a certain rhythm that appealed to me. I decided to lick the other nipple, while I was at it.
"Oh. Um. And when – ooh that's nice – when… when would that be?"
I looked up at her then, ceasing my movements. I didn't really want to talk about this, but now was as good a time as any.
"I'm out of town this weekend. Camping."
"What?" she asked, leaning half up, looking incredulously at me.
"Well, that's what we tell people, anyway. Hunting, really."
"Oh," she said, dropping back down, appeased. Well, that's alright then. You gotta eat. All weekend, though?
"We leave Friday, after lunch."
She whined. I rubbed circles on her abdomen.
"Call me when you get back in?"
"We come back just in time for school on Monday morning."
She whined again, louder and longer this time. "Okay."
"Do you think Charlie would be okay with you coming over twice a week for dinner and homework at my house? With proper parental supervision, of course," I asked, kissing first one breast, then the other.
"You mean like, Tuesday and Thursday? Well, I don't like the idea of asking for permission. Sets a bad precedent. But I could run it by him and see if he flips out. Would I actually do my homework?"
"Of course. I wouldn't want him to suddenly decide to take away his tacit permission."
"Then I should probably do my homework over here tonight. Good faith effort, and all."
"Certainly. After dinner. Plenty of time. I'll do mine, too. Now, about you being cold," I said, but then my mouth was otherwise occupied.
I kissed her, running my tongue over her lips, and sweeping in. It was an odd angle, perfectly sidewise as I was, but it was sort of interesting, too. I cupped the breast closest to me in my right hand, drawing my thumb over her nipple again. I loved doing it. I loved how her warm flesh filled my palm, how her nipple only seemed to get harder and harder, the more I played with it. My other hand was at her abdomen, tracing the little valley just below the tiny curve that marked the placement of her uterus.
If we had children, this is where they would grow. It was a surprisingly compelling thought.
She shifted then, her legs parting slightly, and I could smell her arousal very clearly all of the sudden.
I let my left hand trail off to the side, down the outside of her hip, her leg to the knee, then come back up, slowly inside to a soundtrack of Bella chanting yes, in our heads.
"Tell me what you like, love," I said, breaking off our kiss. Then I had an idea. "In fact, sit up for a minute." I slid in behind her on the wide leather bed and pulled her back to me, wrapping my arms around her in the same motion.
"Tell me if you get too cold," I whispered in her ear. Then I kissed the ear, licking the lobe into my mouth and sucking on it. Her head fell back on my shoulder and my hands roved over her abdomen, then one hand went to cup a breast and I was amazed how different it seemed to be when her body was semi-reclined as it was just now. How she could not be utterly fascinated with her own breasts was beyond me.
"You're so beautiful, love."
Edward, I'd really like your hand to be lower at this point. She took my right hand that was still happily exploring her abdomen and tugged it lower, so as to lead by example.
"You mean like this?" I asked, deciding not to tease her. My fingertips slipped through her curls and touched her outer lips ever so gently. She was so aroused that those lips were open and slippery with a moisture that felt like hot oil on my fingers. I dipped one finger deeper in and heard her whimper. I quickly removed my fingers and brought them up to my lips. I tasted her quickly, just a quick taste is what I told myself, but without realizing it I'd sucked all of the moisture of each of my fingers and was wishing for more.
"Edward," she whispered. That was so hot.
With her head back on my shoulder she could see my face pretty clearly.
"You want to try it?" I whispered to her. I swiped my finger in her heat and held my index finger out for her to taste. Her eyes steady with mine, she opened her mouth and held her tongue ready and waiting for me to place my finger in. She closed her lips on my finger and sucked, her tongue laving and swirling around it much as she had done with the head of my cock.
And interestingly enough, my finger seemed to have a direct line to my cock. I could feel my eyes widen even as I grunted slightly.
Not half bad, especially when it's on your finger.
"I can't wait to taste it from its source," I said as I let my fingers resume their travels. I let one finger circle around her outer lips, and then just inside. I felt her clutch at my legs, then, our arms somewhat entangled, she still managed to make it work.
As I slipped one finger inside of her, she hissed. "Yes, baby," she whispered.
A hot, moist furnace it was indeed. It felt insanely silken and I was almost painfully hard, just thinking about it, with only one finger in her. I moved that finger in and out, slowly at first, but then a little quicker.
Bella started moaning in time with the rhythm I set, and it sent a delicious shiver down my spine and straight to my cock. I've heard plenty of people having sex before, but I'd never in my entire existence heard something as good as Bella, moaning.
I added another finger and nudged her clitoris with my thumb every time I thrust into her. Her moans turned into open mouth cries, and before long she started wriggling, and squirming in my arms, arching her back, her breath coming more quickly, now.
Edward, Edward… Just a little harder. Ooo, yes, right… right there, she thought, one of her hands moving down and pressing my thumb directly onto her clitoris, and rubbing.
"Oh, yeah, just a little… just a little…" She whined then, and her entire body arched almost out of my arms. "Edward," she gasped softly.
I stopped then, but she yelled at me in her mind.
Don't you dare stop!
I continued as before, watching her beautiful form as she rode out the wave of her pleasure, and it wasn't long before she was begging me to stop.
Okay, stop, you gotta stop now… Oh, but don't move... she thought, when I made to take my hand away.
"That was nice," she said, and I watched as a slow and lazy smile came over her features.
"You are so beautiful," I whispered to her and went to kiss her, but the angle was too awkward, and it wouldn't work. Quickly I moved around her, and before she could register it, I was above her, supporting her as I gently laid her down. My fingers were still inside her.
Mmm. Still not used to that.
I kissed her then, as I had wanted to only a moment ago. I also started to move my fingers, gently, ever so gently again, and she moaned deliciously for my efforts.
I kissed down her body pausing at her luscious breasts to first suck in one nipple, then the other before I continued down.
You don't have to do this, you know, she thought in a moment of shyness. As my lips hovered over her own, moist hot ones, I looked up at her, drawing her knees apart and off to each side.
"Yes, I really do." I ran a thumb along her slit, glancing down and taking a deep breath before looking up to meet her eyes. I licked my lips. "You have no idea how good you smell to me, Bella. Every time you get wet, I can smell it. And it makes me want to do this," I said, ducking my head down, burying my face in that moist, delicious heat.
Holy shit! Edward! Oh, fuck yes! Yesyesyesyes, baby yes!
And it was delicious. I darted my tongue out and lapped up the side of her inner lips, grabbing the moisture there and bringing it back so I could savor it. If I tasted to her anything like she tasted to me, I could understand why she just wanted to suck me off all night.
I could do this to Bella for years.
I groaned, desperate for more, and started lapping at her in earnest. I held onto her hips with both hands as she spread herself in front of me, a feast. I sucked on her clitoris ever so lightly and discovered that she liked that quite a lot. Her fingers were buried in my hair, clutching me to her. When I thrust my tongue as deep inside her as I could reach, she keened my name.
God, I couldn't wait for her menses. Talk about having your cake and eating it, too.
I tilted her hips up to me for a better angle and circled one of my arms all the way around her so I could reach her clitoris with my thumb. I alternated shallow lapping licks all over her inner lips with thrusts as deep as I could go inside the center of her core, all the while rubbing circles around and occasionally over her little bundle of nerves.
She had just recently reached her climax, so it took longer this time, but oh, I was patient. I had all night.
In the end it only took forty minutes. Forty, glorious, utterly delicious minutes. I varied my intensity, the level and depth of my strokes to see what would elicit the different noises she would make. In the end, she came screaming my name in that glorious harmony of her mind and her voice. I almost came on the spot.
"I'm warm now," were her first coherent words.
I laid along side her and wished that I already had a bed. A king sized bed would be a stretch in this space, but a queen would fit nicely, I thought. And blankets. A down duvet, and an electric blanket just on top of the mattress, underneath the fitted sheet, that way I could hold her without chilling her.
Come to think of it, I'd better get two – one for her bed, as well.
Silk sheets? Or maybe just 600 count cotton? Cotton, definitely. And pillows, I thought, stroking her abdomen idly. We needed at least six really fluffy pillows. I wished I thought of it earlier so we could enjoy it now…
She began to stir at my side. I gazed at her in wonder and fascination that I could truly be holding my bliss in my arms. Life was good.
I think we might be ready for those condoms, now…
I grinned at her. I was up to grab the box and back again reclining at her side before she finished her inhale.
Good heavens, you're fast. When you go for a run… are you going this fast?
I grinned and nodded quickly.
"Just how far did you run last night?"
"Last night? Up into British Columbia. Not far."
"You went running into Canada?"
"We're at the top of Washington State, love. Canada's not that far away."
"So you went how far, maybe?"
"Maybe three hundred miles. Caught a deer."
"A tasty snack?"
"Eh. A snack."
"What would you find a tasty snack then, other than me?"
I closed my eyes and grinned. "Mountain lion."
Mountain lion? She asked, her tone incredulous.
"Yeah," I said, still grinning. "My favorite."
"Huh. Mountain lion." She paused at that, picturing a cougar, and trying to imagine me attacking one. Her image was somewhat comical, but I felt no need to correct her logistics. Then she attacked the box of condoms. "Trojan, extra large latex condoms – ribbed for her pleasure. How thoughtful. But baby, there's only a dozen in here."
"We'll get more," I said, grinning, watching her inspect the small foil packet.
"You know how to do this?" she asked, twiddling the packet between her fingers.
"In theory," I said. "You?"
"In theory," she responded.
"I think you should probably be on top," I said, shifting slightly so that I could lie on my back. This couch was just not big enough. I needed a bed, and I needed it yesterday. Damn.
"Oh, you just going to lie there and enjoy yourself?"
I smiled, tempted to simply respond in the positive to see what she would do, but I didn't. "You'll have more control on top. I'll have less."
She raised an eyebrow, but dropped the subject. Whatever you say, you sick, masochistic lion, you.
I smirked at her. "Come on then, stupid lamb. That condom's not putting itself on."
She burst out laughing. Oh it might have to, after that!
I leaned up and kissed her, smiling at the same time.
Okay, okay, you're forgiven. She broke off the kiss and ripped the condom packet open, tossing the refuse to the floor. She bit her lip as she looked at the latex disk for a moment, figuring out which way was supposed to be up. Oh, what the hell, she thought, tossing the latex disk onto my abdomen and leaning over to envelop my cock in her mouth.
I groaned loudly. "Oh, Bella!" Her name was an admonishment and somehow an exclamation at the same time. "Focus, love!"
She surfaced, licking her lips and moaning. "Sorry. Easily distracted."
I gave her a look, then handed her the condom.
You're going to make me do this, aren't you?
"You're going to be an expert in no time. Stop stalling."
I've heard it's not quite as nice, using a condom. I mean, I get that we need to, absolutely, I'm just saying, I'm looking forward to being on the pill.
"Stop teasing me," I ground out.
She grinned then set to work.
"Pinch the tip, roll it down," I said, and watched as she complied. It was tight, but it fit. The sensation was certainly different, feeling her fingers touch me through the latex, but it still felt good.
I was willing to bet that the wonderful moist furnace I was looking forward to delving into would be a scorching dry heat until she was safely on the pill. Still, it would be undoubtedly better than staring at her from across the room.
We wiggled around until I was in the center of the daybed and Bella was straddling me, high on her knees. By the time we were comfortable, she was giggling at our maneuvers and it was wonderful, so freeing, to be able to join her carefree laughter.
My hands were at her hips to help steady her, as she didn't seem to have any more coordination during sex than any other time, but she seemed stable now, so I let my hands rove a bit, up her sides, up to cup her perfect breasts, up the sides of her neck, up into that beautiful tousled brown hair that carried her scent so perfectly. I had to lean up to be able to reach, and so pulled her down for a kiss while I was at it.
She sunk all the way down, and I laid back down myself. Her body was hard against mine, her softness conforming to my harder frame. Shoulder to hip I could feel her and it was the most incredibly sensuous thing. Except for the insistent throbbing in my cock, I would have been content to stay like this until Emmett knocked on the door.
Bella sighed. It feels so right, she thought, leaving a little line of kisses up my jaw. Her hands were in my hair, scratching at my skull in that delightfully relaxing fashion to which she'd taken. Just laying here with you like this, it feels so right, so good. Baby, how am I supposed manage with out you, now? I don't mean this weekend, though that's going to suck. I mean the rest of the time. The Tuesday-Thursday idea is great, and I'm all for it, but baby it's not going to be enough.
"I could sneak into your room at night," I said, beginning to lay out one of my many plans to her, and hoping she would take it well. I had both of my hands cupping her beautifully round derriere as I spoke. "I can be utterly silent. Charlie would never know. I would hear him if he were to check on you. He would never see me, never know we were there, if we could be quiet enough."
She rose above me just slightly, her hands on the daybed above my shoulders, her eyes round. "Are you serious?" she asked, and I had no idea if she was a fan of this idea, or if I had just pushed beyond the pale.
"Only if you want it, love."
"If I want it? Edward, that's perfect," she groaned and ground down on me. Can we start tomorrow?
I could get an electric blanket for her bed by tomorrow. That was reasonable. "Of course," I said, and was rewarded by the feeling of the top of my cock sliding against the heat of her core. I groaned.
I could feel the muscles beneath my hands move and shift as she rolled her hips around. The latex certainly was dulling the sensation, but that was possibly a good thing, as I might last longer and not embarrass myself by reaching orgasm the moment she had me fully sheathed inside of her. I groaned again at the thought of it.
"Take your time, Bella," I ground out as she shifted, bringing my cock between the two of us. She leaned up, pushing back against my shoulders and sat back on her heels, fully astride me, now. She had my cock nestled up against that heat, and I could imagine what delicious lubrication was spreading all over the bottom side of my cock, now. She had her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she moved her hips experimentally back and forth, my glans stimulating her clitoris in what she discovered to be a truly delightful manner.
She leaned over me, holding herself up with one hand braced against my shoulder, and the other hand reaching down to guide me into her. She rubbed me back and forth for a moment first, and I could feel the intensity of the dry heat increase as my tip got closer and closer to her core. I think I whimpered.
Almost, baby.
She set me at her core then, and I seemed all in a moment impossibly large for the soft, spongy, tight, hot place I was about to enter. But enter it, I did. Or rather, Bella impaled herself upon me slowly, inch by inch – taking an inch, then raising back up and coming down to take another inch, and in this fashion she eventually consumed me entirely.
Inside of her was a tropical heaven.
Edward, omigod you're so big, baby. Just gimme a minute.
I descended out of my haze to realize that it should have hurt her more than it did, given that she was a virgin. But I didn't know how to ask just at the moment, so I would save that question for later.
Back in my haze, I just wanted her to ride me hard. She was deliciously tight around me, and so hot it felt like flames without the terror, though I'm sure given enough time my body temperature would adjust to hers. As it was, she was like being inside the sun.
Oh… yeah. I feel so… full. Baby, you feel so good inside me. Is this… Is this what it's like to be inside my mind? To feel this connected? This close?
"Yes." I struggled to clear my thought enough to answer her. "This close, this connected. It's… delicious and erotic, like being inside of you. But it's… um," It was so bloody hard to concentrate. "Not sexual."
"How can it be erotic and not sexual?" she asked, but her focus slipping too, and she barely got the question out.
"I don't know, it just is," I ground out.
When her muscles involuntarily clenched around me, all I wanted to do was flip us over and pound into her. I groaned instead.
"Bella, do that again."
"I'm not sure what I did," she gasped.
"It was your kegal muscles," I explained with a groan. It was nice to know that two medical degrees weren't purely an academic exercise after all. "Clench up tight, like you are trying to stop urinating."
Then she did it on purpose, longer and harder, and I knew I was in heaven. My groan turned into a growl, though it was short.
I'm going to have to practice that.
"Please do," I said.
So does this, she thought tentatively, rolling her hips and squeezing me tight again, feel good for you?
I whimpered in response. Condom or not, I wasn't sure how long I was going to last. It was a good thing that the rest of them were still within arms reach.
What about this? She asked as she raised up and I came almost completely out of her.
She hesitated there, and it felt like I was going to die. "Bella," I whimpered. "Please," I begged.
She smiled and dropped back down to me, hard, but then the smile was wiped off her face and replaced with a look of wonder. We both cried aloud.
The urge to pull her hips to me was so strong I let go of her and put my arms behind my head, forearms together, and grabbed my elbows and vowed not to let go until I came. Which might not be so long from now.
So sexy, she thought as she rocked on me, her hips grinding into mine, my cock buried deep inside her hot, clenching core. Her eyes traced the lines of the straining musculature in my chest and in my arms. She wanted to devour me. I wanted to let her.
She rocked harder, alternating the wonderful rolling motion with her hips with occasionally lifting all the way up until she just held the very tip of me inside her before she would sink back down again and I would be once more sheathed perfectly where I belonged.
She cried aloud each time her hips rolled up, now, and her rhythm was getting faster, harder. Each time she took me to the hilt, a little snarl escaped me. I watched her as she rode me, a glorious wanton display of her affection for me, one hand in her tousled hair, the other marked by my token digging through her curls as she sought satisfaction for both of us.
I lasted longer than I would have thought, but if nothing else, the sheer erotic sensuality of watching and hearing and feeling Bella come to her own peak astride me would have brought me to my bliss in one of her own heartbeats.
I came apart keening her name, the needy sound almost unrecognizable to my ears. It hurt not to be able to crush her to me, to have to keep myself away like that, but I suffered in bliss, feeling her tighten impossibly around my shaft, her own orgasm milking mine from me, trapped though it was in the condom.
"Oh, baby, yes, yes yes!" she cried as her entire body stiffened over me. Her orgasm was short and sharp and when she collapsed on top of me I was still in the midst of mine. I rolled my hips up into her then. I had no leverage and it was just as well, but neither was I quite done. She sighed little groans each time I flexed up into her, needing just a little more, a little farther. It wasn't until she reached her tongue out and licked my neck, my favorite spot that I could feel myself really start to peak.
When her lips closed around my neck and she bit down, sucking and licking even while she moaned, I truly lost my mind. Her hands were on my biceps, clenching and scratching as I screamed her name.
Several moments later I was able to come to myself. I began to soften, and mindful of the instructions I was given, I slipped out of her – much to her consternation - and relieved myself of the condom, tossing it in the garbage can across the room.
She whined a little when she felt me come out from within her. "Condom," I murmured to her in explanation, as I held her closely, gently cradling her in my arms. We were content, then, both to hold the other. Our ardor had been sated for the moment, and there was no where else I would rather be than to be holding her like this.
Ten minutes later she began to shiver. Blankets. How short sighted I am. Naked activities and a boyfriend like an icicle – of course blankets would be helpful.
There was a knock on the door, then. "Special delivery," Alice called out quietly. I heard her walk away and back down the stairs before I shifted Bella so she was on the daybed alone.
You can't be serious! she protested.
"Trust me," I said. Without being able to hear Alice's thoughts I couldn't be certain, but I was really hoping it was the comforter off her and Jasper's bed.
I opened the door to see the perfectly folded bright yellow down duvet. I picked it up and closed the door, returning to Bella.
I take it back. Alice is wonderful. How did she know?
I smiled. It was a conversation for another time. For now, I crawled back onto the day bed with her, facing her on my side and pulled the blanket up around both of us.
Bella sighed and my night was perfected.
End Chapter 6
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