Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, the Twilightness, or the lovely characters. But I do like to see them naked in bed. Rated M for all of the above.
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I woke up to the feeling of something in my face, tickling my nose, my mouth. Hair. Bella's hair. I inhaled, breathing her in, and pressed my mouth to the crown of her head. Bella… All sweet and strawberries and warmth and love.
Love.
I ran my fingers through her dark curls, splayed out in a messy halo around her face, while my mind replayed what had happened last night. Funny. I thought I'd feel different. Freaked out or horrified or some shit like that.
But I was just happy. And hard. Really fucking hard.
Our bodies were curled around each other. Her head was tucked under my chin, one arm draped over my chest, her other hand curled into a fist and pressed under her cheek. I think she was drooling, and it was really adorable. She had one leg hitched over my hip, and I could feel her pussy, naked and hot against my thigh.
The fact that she was still wet did nothing to help my, um, situation. I groaned and shifted slightly pushing my dick against her hip. I rocked against her slightly; I knew probably shouldn't, but I was being careful not to wake her up. The friction felt amazing, and my dick jerked in anticipation. I could feel pre-cum leaking from the tip, and I wanted nothing more than to roll on top of her and push into her again. She'd be warm, slick, ready for me.
Maybe I should wake her up.
She sighed and wriggled against me, pressing her little body into mine. She was so soft. And warm. And lickable. Fuck me.
Or her.
God… I wanted her upside down and halfway to happy land right now.
She slid her hand up my chest, fingers curling against my neck, brushing the stubble under my chin. I sucked one of her fingertips into my mouth, and she groaned, her breath warm against my skin.
"Bella, love, are you awake?"
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she tilted her face to mine, looking at me lazily.
"You're here…"
"Where else would I be?" I pressed my mouth to her forehead and ran my hand over her back, fingertips warm on soft skin. Damn she smelled good. Bella stretched, sliding against my body as she did so, and causing my dick to ache and twitch against her.
"I love you." I really did. Please let me fuck you now.
"Mmmm…" she sighed again, slipping fingers down my chest between us and just grazing the head of my cock.
I groaned, sliding my tongue along her jawbone, tasting her, absorbed in every sensation of her body pushed against mine.
"What do you want, baby?" she purred, curling her fingers around my length, twisting her wrist, pressing her palm against the head.
"You Bella. Always you."
"You're gorgeous, you know," she whispered, stroking her hand up and down. And for some reason being called gorgeous out of her mouth was only sexy as hell and, of course, ridiculously Bella.
"Gorgeous, huh?" I answered, and she smiled, hearing the cockiness in my tone.
"Yea."
She shifted her hips against me, sandwiching her hand and my cock between our bodies. I couldn't help but gasp and pump into her hot little fist. She ducked her head, pressing her lips to my chest, opening her mouth, tasting me. Warm, open-mouth kisses, wet against my skin. Her hair swept across my chest, shielding her face, as her tongue teased my nipple.
She lifted her hips, arching her back, and shifting on top of me. "I love you too, you know," she breathed, sliding my cock along her pussy. She paused at her entrance, dipping her hips a fraction so I was so close to sliding in, before shifting again, rubbing the tip against her clit.
She closed her eyes, moaning loudly, and rocking her hips, before repeating the process, dragging my dick up and down slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. I lifted my hips, trying to push into her, but she moved away, kneeling above and pressing two fingers to my lips.
"Unh, uh…" she murmured, shaking her head. "Not quite yet." Then she took my dick in her hand again, squeezing gently, then teasing me at her entrance again. Hot, and slippery, so fuckgood wet, and so close… Back and forth, back and forth. Always too slow and not enough.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I had no fucking clue if Charlie was still around, but I really didn't want to find out. Shit… what time was it? Didn't Bella have to be at school or something?
But then she pressed the head of my cock to her clit, rubbing up and down, and all I could think about was being inside her tight little body. I felt her muscles tense, and she moaned, tightening her grip, but I didn't want her to cum yet. Not without me.
So I grabbed her hips and flipped her over, belly down on the mattress. She growled, this sexy little strangled sound, and twisted her body, looking up at me and arching an eyebrow. I just shrugged and lifted her hips, sliding them back to me, pressing my hips to her ass, grinding my erection against her.
I rubbed circles on hard hipbones with my fingers and slid the head of my cock over her pussy. God, she really slippery slick and ready for me. She sort of wiggled her ass and half whimper-moaned, as she tried to push herself back and onto my dick.
As much fun as it was to tease her and as adorable as she was, all flushed and frustrated, worked up and turned on, I really couldn't wait any longer either. My dick jerked against her; it was actually starting to ache.
I ran my hands under her stomach to her tits, squeezing and pressing my palms against them, feeling her nipples harden, making her groan. She arched her back and said my name, and she was perfect.
I pinched her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, and she shrieked right as I pushed into her, filling her completely.
Her breath hitched and a low, gaspy 'fuck' escaped her mouth just as I muttered an appropriate obscenity of my own. We laughed at our matching expletives and I drew back and thrust into her again, my hips hitting her ass with a satisfying slap.
Her fingers clenched around the sheets, and she rocked her hips back into me, matching my thrusts, taking me in deeper.
"Fuck…" I cursed again. "So…fucking…good…" and I heard her moan at the words. Shit, I wasn't going to last long like this. But it was too good and she was so tight.
I withdrew again, pulling all the way out before pushing in again. I could hear her name with each thrust. Bella, Bella, Bella… It pounded in my ears and in my veins and in my cock, as I settled into a deep, fast rhythm.
I gripped her hips, fingers digging into soft skin, pulling her to me as I pushed in. Our breathing got faster, and she cried out as I thrust in harder now. The sounds she was making were sexy as fuck, and part of me, deep down, realized that maybe we should try to be quiet. For all I knew, Charlie was right down the hall, and God knows this isn't how I'd like to broach the topic of dating his daughter. But Bella arched her back, lifting her ass slightly, and the new angle forced me in deeper.
And I moaned because this really was heaven.
I knew that love had to intensify the pleasure. I certainly had a history of confusing emotion with sex, but this was real, and it was far better than anything I'd ever experienced.
And I realized that I wanted to do this again and again. Sex, fucking, making love. I wanted to do it all a thousand different ways. And I'd never felt that was about a girl before.
I slid my arm under her waist, supporting her as I drew back and slammed into her again.
Harder.
Faster.
Better.
Bella moved her hips to meet my thrusts, rocking back on her knees. I could hear her breathing, hard and ragged and louder now.
She was close.
I quickened my thrusts, fucking her so hard the headboard thumped against the wall, but it felt so good, I couldn't find it in me to care.
"God…Edward…right there…more…" she panted, out of breath.
I could feel my cock swell inside her as her little muscles began clenching and convulsing around me, hot and tight. Her shoulders tensed and she sucked in a hard breath. "Yes. Fuuuucck...so good Edward…"
And her orgasm sent me spiraling over the edge as I slammed back into her again, once more, and I was coming too…
But… holy fuck... In that moment, I heard a footstep in the hall and a voice just outside the door.
"Bella…honey?" and the door was opening, as I pulled out, shooting half my load onto the sheets but I didn't have time to care.
"Bella, quick!" I hissed, rolling off the bed and onto the floor, as she dove under the sheets, covering herself hastily as Charlie stuck his head in the room.
"Bells, I heard something…why aren't you up? You should be ready for school."
"Not going," she muttered. "Sick," and I could tell she was still out of breath.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't feel good."
"You do look a bit flushed, Bells. You gonna be okay?"
I nearly laughed out loud. Yes, she probably was a bit flushed.
"Well, I'll call the attendance office. Do you need anything? I was about to head to the station, but I could stay…if you want me to."
"No." She responded a bit too emphatically, but he didn't seem to notice. "I just, I just need to get some sleep. I'll call you when I wake up."
"Okay. Feel better." And he shut the door.
I let out the breath I'd been holding, and chuckled softly, rolling onto my back on her wood floor. She stuck her head over the side of the bed to glare at me. Her cheeks flushed pretty pink, and her mouth curved into this adorable little pout.
"That was not funny."
"Yea…no…you're right, love. It wasn't. That was too damn close, and I fucking came all over your comforter."
"Among other things…" she whispered, but her eyes flashed darkly.
Bella
My heart was beating a mile a minute. Fuck. When Charlie was standing at my door, I thought for sure he could hear it pounding in my chest. And then he said I looked flushed. I almost died right there.
But at least he believed I was sick and didn't come any further inside that damn door.
And now Edward was on the floor laughing, and I looked over the bed at him, and fuck me he was hot, sprawled out on his back, long legs stretched out, arms folded behind his head, and naked. He should always be naked.
"That was not funny," I insisted, because it really wasn't.
"Yea…no…you're right, love. It wasn't. That was too damn close, and I fucking came all over your comforter."
"Among other things…" I had to smile because he did: my back, my hip, down my leg as he pulled out and literally threw himself on the floor.
But he crawled back into bed then, grabbing his shirt as he did. It was the same one he'd given me to clean up with last night. Soft and now a bit, um, crusty. I dabbed the cum off my body and pressed the shirt to the wetness on my sheets, wondering absently if he'd brought a change of clothes because, well…
But it didn't matter because he'd slid in beside me, snaking his arm around my body and pulling me closer to him.
"Well, that was nice," he teased, pressing his mouth to my neck. His breath tickled, and I twisted in his arms, sliding my hands up his back and entangling my fingers in his perfect hair, messier now. God if I could only look so freaking hot with sex-hair… I could feel his dick harden against me, and I couldn't help but laugh a little as I rubbed my hips into his.
He grunted against my neck, opening his mouth and flitting his tongue along my skin. Damn what that boy can do to me… But I pulled away, turning onto my back again. I could still feel him pressing into my hip, but I really didn't want a repeat of the whole dad almost walking in on us thing. Next time we might not be so lucky.
I shuddered at the thought.
"What love?"
"No. Nothing, I just, well I think we should wait until I'm sure Charlie's really gone."
"That's fair," he conceded, rolling onto his back as well. "But what shall we do instead?"
"Well, we could talk…" It was true. We could. And we needed too. But his body touching mine burned my skin and made it oh so hard to think of anything but…
No. Stop Bella. Focus.
"Okay. What would you like to talk about?"
"Um…" Yes Bella, what would you like to talk about…? My mind raced with everything I needed to say, needed to know. "Well, why did you change your mind? You know, about loving me."
He looked at me, a peculiar expression on his lovely face. "Bella," he began, stroking my face softly. "What do you mean? I've loved you for a long time. I know that now. I just hadn't realized it before."
"Well, what made you realize it then?"
"It was something Alice said."
"Alice?"
"Yes." And I could tell he wasn't in the mood to expound on that point.
"Well, I'll have to thank her then."
"Oh. So you're going to tell Alice then?"
Um. Okay...
"Well, yea. Aren't you going to tell Emmett?"
"Uh, I'm not sure. I guess I hadn't really thought about it."
"Why wouldn't we?"
"Well, I mean, I figured we would wait and see…you know, give things time." He clearly didn't have a real answer, and I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about that.
But then again, who was I kidding. I mean, I went to Seattle last weekend with the hope of taking what I could get, namely Edward Cullen naked in bed and fucking me six ways to Sunday. And I came out on the flipside with Edward Cullen, naked in my bed telling me he loves me while fucking me six ways to Sunday. Until Charlie walks in, of course. But that's something else entirely.
But come on Bella. Even Romeo and Juliet waited several hours before officially declaring that they were, in fact, an exclusive couple. And even then, I don't think they told anyone about it right away.
Of course, they did have that family feuding thing to worry about. All ancient grudge breaking to new mutiny and the civil blood making civil hands unclean and whatnot…
All we'd have is a slightly more sarcastic Alice, and a hopefully supportive and understanding Emmett. I mean, c'mon, he's banging Rosalie for Christ's sake… Well, Edward did that too. But only the once. And now he's banging me. With love I might add.
But now was so not the time for over analyzing. And besides, one step at a time, right? I mean, we'd come a long way in the last twelve hours or so. I couldn't seriously expect for everything to happen all at once. But did he really not want to tell anyone about us?
Was there even an us? Fuck. Now I was all confused.
We loved each other. And only each other. We'd totally established that last night with the whole 'you only love me' discussion and all.
But we never did establish what that meant exactly.
Was Edward my boyfriend? I mean, I'd assumed as much with the loving and the fucking and…God the fucking. No. Stay focused Bella. But we'd never talked about it. Come to think of it, we hadn't really talked about anything.
And Edward's never actually had a girlfriend. I mean, I kinda thought he might want to start with me. But now I was shaky about the whole thing.
"Edward, what are we?"
He didn't say anything for a long while, but looked at me, a peculiar expression on his gorgeous face. His eyes flashed with something unrecognizable, but then he smiled that lovely, crooked smile.
"We're Edward and Bella, love. Just like always. But better now."
"Better?"
"Yea. Better."
"Better how?"
"Well, for one, I can do this…" He slid his nose along my jaw and pressed his lips to the hollow beneath my ear, opening his mouth against my skin. I sucked in a deep breath, as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
"And this…" He moved closer to me, entwining his legs with mine while his fingers drew lazy circles on my hip and then slipped to the inside of my thigh.
"And I can climb through your bedroom window at night to tell you I love you," he whispered, hand dipping between my legs.
"And I can fuck you in all the ways I've only fantasized about before…" His finger found my clit and he flicked it gently. I moaned far too loudly and shifted my hips, pressing down on his fingers, needing to feel more. Always more.
"You fantasize about fucking me?" I asked. Because, let's face it, I've spent hours, days, weeks imagining myself with Edward in every possible way, but my obsession has been verging on pathetic for several years now. The thought of him thinking of me that way? Well, that's just hot.
"Yes," he said simply as he continued to tease my clit softly with his fingertip.
"Tell me."
"You want me to tell you what I think about, love? All the dirty things I imagine doing to you."
"God yes…" I practically moaned.
He laughed softly, slipping his finger inside my body and twisting it, causing me to moan again and squirm against him.
"In high school I used to imagine taking you out behind the band hall and fucking you up against the wall. No one ever goes back there, you know. Or sometimes I'd picture you on your knees, my hands in your hair, and my dick in your mouth. But now that I know what that actually feels like…well I get hard just thinking about it."
Fuck me…
Edward laughed again, sliding a second finger inside of me. "I intend to, love."
Shit. I totally said that out loud because I have absolutely no brain filter right now.
"I also like to think about you on top of me. I can picture your perfect tits bouncing as you fuck me. So hot Bella. And when I'm in the shower, I touch myself thinking of you in there with me, all slippery and wet." His thumb pressed high as he pumped and twisted his fingers inside of me. Oh…my…God.
His words ran like quicksilver, sliding over my skin, fueling the perpetual burn that smoldered in my stomach and spread throughout my limbs.
And just the thought of Edward jacking off thinking of me, thinking of us together was enough to send me spiraling over the edge.
"Edward…God...You're gonna make me...I'm gonna cum…" I clenched my eyes shut and probably moaned his name again, but I didn't care.
He pressed his lips to my throat, opening his mouth against my flushed skin. "I love when you cum for me," he murmured, breath hot on my skin.
I could only moan in response.
We should have been tired. Edward had driven all the way from Seattle, and we'd been up half the night. Now, the clock read 7:18 am. But I was wide awake; excitement and love coursed through my body and tugged at my heart.
Charlie had definitely left; I'd listened for the sound of his cruiser pulling out of the driveway.
Sitting up, I took Edward's hand in mine. "C'mon."
He looked at me questioningly but said nothing as I led him across the hall to the bathroom. Edward had said he wanted to fuck me in the shower; well, he was about to get his chance.
His eyes widened in understanding when I turned the water on. He turned to face me, smirking wickedly, and I watched as he dragged his tongue along his teeth slowly, while his gaze raked up and down my body. I held my breath, staring back. Naked Edward Cullen is still the hottest thing you could ever see.
The water couldn't heat up fast enough. I stepped in, holding his hand as he followed behind me, and then in an instant, his hands were at my waist and he spun me around so I faced him. He held my hips and looked at me. His eyes, intense and dark, were dilated nearly black as they pierced mine.
He walked me backwards, and I hissed when my back made contact with the cold of the shower wall. But the contrast between the cold tiles and the hot water was both delicious and exhilarating.
And my stomach clenched and my heart raced, as this beautiful boy stared down at me, his expression predatory and wild, like a cat stalking its prey. And fuck me, I wanted him.
He didn't say anything, but pressed his mouth to my neck, sliding his tongue up to my jaw and down again. I sighed, leaning my head back, allowing him better access as he licked and sucked on sensitive skin. I felt him growl deep in his chest, but the rush of the water drowned out the sound.
Then I felt his teeth, pressing in, biting down. Not too hard, but deep enough to bruise. And damn if that didn't make me want him even more.
"Shit, Eddie… That's gonna leave a mark."
"I know," he breathed, lips at my throat.
Fuck me. Seriously. Please.
He pulled back then, angling my body so the warm spray washed over me. He tilted my head back, running fingers through my hair as the water saturated it. "So beautiful…"
And right then I didn't care about whether or not Edward was my boyfriend or even that he didn't want to tell his siblings about what we had. Because we had it, and that was all that really mattered.
I slid down the wall to my knees, water cascading over my shoulders and back. He muttered a low 'fuck,' staring down at me while I ran my fingers lightly up his legs to the inside of his thighs.
"Is this how you imagined it?" I asked, exhaling a warm breath before pressing my lips to the head of his cock.
"God yes…" he groaned, threading his fingers through my wet hair.
I took him into my mouth, sliding my tongue along the length of his shaft, and wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. I used the slightest suction at first, keeping my lips soft as I slid my mouth back up, swirling my tongue around the head.
I bobbed my head then, sucking harder and pumping my fist to match the movement of my mouth.
"Fuck, Bella. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop." His voice was strained, needy, and so damn sexy.
I looked up. Edward had leaned forward, his palms pressed to the tile wall in front of him for support; his eyes were closed and his jaw was tight. I moaned around his dick, making him hiss and say my name.
I slid my free hand up to his ass, and he rocked his hips forward, thrusting into my mouth. I sucked harder, loving the sensation of him moving in and out of my mouth, and he placed his hand on my head, guiding my motions.
"Bella…" he grunted, out of breath. "Shit… gonna cum." He tugged at my hair, this time trying to give me an out as his hips continued moving softly, but fuck that. I just sucked him into my mouth again entirely, pressing my tongue against him and letting my teeth slightly scrape against his cock.
His muscles trembled and his eyes flashed open. He thrust into my mouth once more before he stilled his hips, his entire body tensing as he came. I swallowed it down quickly. He was panting and shuddering as I gave him one last sweep of my tongue before pulling my mouth away with a satisfying pop.
He helped me to my feet then, pulling me to his chest and holding me there while he caught his breath. We didn't talk, but after a while he grabbed my body wash and poured some into his palm. I rested my head against his shoulder as he rubbed his hands in small circles on my back, gliding the suds over warm skin. He skimmed his fingers down my arms and across my ribs, outlining my breast with soapy hands. By the time he reached my hips, he was hard again.
He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye when he caught me staring.
"See something you like, love?"
Fuck me... This time I didn't say it out loud, but he got the message anyway. He kissed my forehead, cheek, chin, before whispering 'I love you' in my ear.
And then he took me. Strong arms supporting my weight as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I gasped as he entered me, slick skin and smooth thrust.
His lips crushed mine as he moved his hips faster. I held on, fingers gripping water-wet skin, as he groaned against my lips. My heart was pounding in my chest and my breathing was hard and fast; I cried out, needing more, and he gave it to me, thrusting deeper, harder.
And there were gaspy moans, and steam, and muttered curses as we got closer. He breathed my name into my mouth and dropped his head to my shoulder.
"God Bella, I love you…I love you so fucking much." His words knotted in my brain and slid down my spine, and pushed me higher.
I came first, but he followed quickly, pulsing hard while I clenched around him. He kissed me once more and set me down gently, keeping warm hands on my hips to steady me.
When the water ran cold, we got out, and he dried me off, fingers lingering on sensitive skin.
"I can't get enough of you," he whispered, and I sighed because I would never get enough of him.
But then my stomach growled, effectively shattering the mood, and he laughed, lips forming a lopsided smile.
"Breakfast?"
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a/n: Sorry for the long wait. I was working to finish the last few chapters of my other fic. But it's done now, and I am happy, so you get a smutty update. Edward worries me a bit though. Don't doubt his love, but there seem to be a few other issues to work through.
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