Chapter 20

I think I'm still dreaming. Because I feel a body pressing into my side. And I know I don't do house calls. My bed is sacred and no matter how drunk I am, I always come home alone.

A heavy head is on my shoulder with one hand draped around my middle with one leg across mine, heavier and a little colder.

And cold breathe across my nipples.

I crack one eye open and I'm meet with a mop of bronze hair right under my nose.

Now I understand why I was able to sleep so well.

Too bad I have a hangover though.

The mop of hair stirs and squeezes my middle more fearfully. A tentative finger brushes the exposed skin of my belly, leaving a trail of fire behind.

I hold my breath.

He lifts his head but all his appendices remain glued to my body. And I mean all of them.

"Good morning." He whispers and I curse all the Gods that made him so beautiful.

How the fuck can a man be so beautiful in the morning? He's hair is the same "I just had a wild night of sex" look while his face holds no signs of a night's sleep.

The universe is so fucked up.

I can only smile to him, afraid of my morning breath, especially since I've been drinking last night.

But he's still waiting for my answer.

Men are so thick sometimes.

I turn my head into my pillow, away from his face and mumble "Morning breath." Since he's still holding me.

"Oh I don't care." His cold breath washes over the shell of my ear and I bite back a moan.

Good god, please make him stop or else I won't be responsible for my own actions.

His lips trail from my ear along my jaw line, stopping mare inches from my lips.

"Edward, we need to talk." I try to weasel out.

"Of course." His lips linger over mine.

"Why did you come back?" my right hand goes to his hair.

"Because I can't stay away from you. I tried, believe me, I tried." He speaks over my lips.

It's so hard to concentrate. And someone else is hard too.

"Did you send Rosalie to talk to me?" I see only green eyes staring at me with such concentration, like he's hanging to every word I say. I feel his large hand grip my hip and for a few seconds I forget where I am.

"No. That was her decision. And no I didn't know her intensions. She just said that all she wants is to see me happy." He licks my bottom lip and I can't take it anymore.

One more inch is all I need to feel his lips. And like he can read my mind, his lips crush mine in a desperate and needy kiss. There is no passion, just pure lust coming out of our pores, wave after unending wave.

Somehow I manage to bring his body over mine and automatically my legs circle his hips.

He squeezes my ass, I palm his chest. He's massaging my tit; I grab a hand full of his hair.

Hands are everywhere and nowhere in the same time. We're needy and greedy and anxious for more. More skin and more feel. Shreds of materials fly all around us and I don't even give a shit.

I feel everything with an intensity I never knew existed in me before. Every touch leaves me panting and screaming his name. Every kiss and lick makes my skin crawl with desire and need.

I need more. I receive more.

He's idolizing my body inch by excruciating inch in such a slow pace that it would make a snail look fast compared to his hands and lips.

But when his lips finally reach my southern lips, I explode.

I see stars and angels and I think there was baby Jesus around too.

My skin explodes in one endless release that's been building in me for a very long time. And apparently only Edward has the power to summon it.

When he's crawling up my body he asks me the one question I dread the most.

"What do your tats represent?"

"Do you want to kill the mood?" I answer with a question. As much as I don't want our moment to end, I still don't want to answer him. We still have a lot to talk about but this particular subject is not on my "soon to tell" list.

He shakes his head before showering me with kisses and caresses.

When he finally enters me I literally feel my world shift. I feel warm and wanted and loved.

And as weird as it may seem, I feel complete. Forget that "two pieces of a puzzle" shit. This is much, much more. Like two tectonic plates reuniting after a millennia of being apart.

A dark planet finally receiving a sun.

A white, hot burning sun that brings everything back to life. Or creates another life out of pure air.

We moan and whimper and growl in unison as he moves inside me. He manages to hit my special spot like no other had done before and I gasp and my nails dig in his back. I feel his every muscle moving above me or inside me. His hard body molds around mine so good it's painful. I try to feel every curve and dip and bulge that I can reach with my hands and lips.

His back is my favorite.

Insert wicked smile here.

So slowly he flips me over on my belly and before I can protest, his body is pinning me down on the bed. He doesn't split my legs apart but gather them closely and enters me slowly. And I feel everything so deliciously close and intimate.

His left hand goes under me to my tit while the other one makes its way to my clit. Somehow he manages to hold my ass up and message my clit in the same time. His strong legs hold me tight and close to his body.

"Edward!" I scream his name so loud, my lungs hurt. I'm panting and moaning and groaning and I try to hold on to the last shred of reality before I lose my mind completely.

His moves are slow and deliberate, igniting a powerful fire to build in my muscles again.

"Bella." He growls when his moves become more powerful and deep and long. "Cum for me again, Bella."

And my name coming from his lips does things to my body.

"Edward!" I shout as loud as my lungs could manage as I cum long and hard for the first time from a man's dick.

I feel his cock twitch and spasm inside me with his own release probably just as powerful as mine.

"Bella!" he growls my name from deep inside his being, which strikes me as a little weird.

But at this point, I don't really care what he really is.

AN: So this is all for today, and maybe I'll remember to post some more tomorrow. Till then….

Xoxo

Ella