A/N: MAJOR – MAJOR – LEMON AHEAD!
BUT……
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I have marked in the story with a A/N where the lemon starts, so if you don't want to read the lemon, you can stop right there and not really lose out on something major, plot wise that it.
BUT THIS IS A REALLY JUICY LEMON, Bella and Edward talk dirty to each other. Squeeee….
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Yes, Edward really does have a 'Halo"
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Chapter 21 – Real Vampires Talk Dirty To Me
EPOV
We were both breathing heavily when the kiss ended. We still had so much to talk about. I had so many questions. It was a good thing Charlie was fishing. I knew he wouldn't return for several hours so Bella and I would have the privacy we needed to discuss the multitude of questions crowding my mind.
Bella's eyes met mine and I saw her lips turn up in a knowing smile as she said, "Okay, fire away with the questions I can see you're just dying to ask. I'll tell you anything you want to know."
I gave a snort and let a smile cross my own lips before speaking, a hint of embarrassment in my voice as I asked the first silly question my mind was dying to know the answer to. "How come you can go out into the daylight? Isn't that supposed to, you know, burn you to a crisp or something?"
She laughed outright at that and replied through her mirth. "You've been watching too many late night movies," she said. Her face changed slightly as she said,"I vant to drenk your blood!" in a startlingly good imitation of a stereo-typical movie vampire before dissolving in a fit of giggles.
"That damn Bram Stoker should be staked out in a desert somewhere and left for dead." She shook her head as she continued to giggle. "Honestly, the misinformation that has been spread by that one man's idea of what a vampire should be is pathetic!" She shook her head as her brows furrowed in ire. "I mean, Vlad Dracula, or Vlad the Impaler, wasn't even a real vampire for goodness sake! He was just a cruel leader with a penchant for sadistic overkill!"
Her laughter had changed to righteous indignation and I couldn't help myself as I saw the humor in her situation and had to snicker a little. "Well, that still doesn't answer my question," I continued as I watched her eyes flash. "If 'Count Dracula' isn't what a real vampire is like, perhaps you should give me the correct version."
Her sense of humor had returned and she again stifled her giggles as she took a deep breath and began speaking. "About the only thing Bram Stoker got right was the fact that… well…" she hesitated for a moment, taking time to think about it, before drawing another deep breath and plunging on, "that we drink blood. Most of the rest of it is pure fiction."
"So, the whole 'burned to a crisp by the sunlight; can be killed by a wooden stake through the heart; have fangs; sleep in a coffin; are burned by holy water; repulsed by crucifixes and garlic,' all that stuff is just… made up stuff?" I watched as her laughter returned in earnest, getting stronger with each long-held belief about vampires that I rattled off.
She was nodding her head by the end of my question because she was laughing so hard she couldn't speak. "All except," she tried desperately to stem her amusement and succeeded in taming it to a fit of giggles, "All except the garlic. The smell of that stuff is seriously offensive."
"And that's it?" I said as I quirked an eyebrow at her. "It doesn't cause you to pass out or have hallucinations or forget who you are for an hour?" As I quizzed her, her laughter returned. "It just smells bad? Cause it smells bad to humans too."
She sobered a little and quipped, "Yeah, that's all. It just smells bad. Sorry." She looked at my laughing, albeit disappointed face, and then said, "Oh, but I do sleep in a coffin."
My laughter died a sudden death. I just stared at her, my jaw hanging slack. I blinked once... twice... a third time before I voiced quite timidly, "You sleep in a coffin?"
She blinked back at me, actually she batted those ridiculously long eyelashes at me as she said innocently, "Oh Edward," she covered her heart dramatically with her hand, "does that make a difference?"
"Well... I... well..." I stammered, at a complete loss for words. I gathered what was left of my composure enough to ask, "You seriously sleep in a coffin?"
As I stared at her face, I saw the corner of her mouth start quivering, and then her entire mouth trembled right before she burst out in a fit of boisterous laughter. It was highly infectious and I found myself starting to chuckle, though it did sound a little stilted, even to my own ears. After a few moments, she struggled to catch her breath and finally met my eyes.
"No, Edward, I do not sleep in a coffin!" she managed to say through her giggles. "I told you all that stuff was just a fabrication of a dim-witted man's imagination. And your facial expression was priceless, by the way." She finally managed to stifle her giggles then gave me a smug look as she continued, "You'll have to excuse me. I've been around Emmett Cullen too long." With a final little snort, she said, "Actually, I don't sleep at all."
My relief at her statement about the coffin sleeping was replaced by curiosity. "You don't sleep at all?" I was really puzzled by this revelation.
"No, not at all."
"Not even every once in awhile?" I persisted.
"Not even every once in awhile," she repeated.
"So you don't dream," my voice held a hint of sadness at the thought.
"Well," she started, "I don't have sleeping dreams, but I still have plenty of daydreams." She gave me a mischievous smile before adding, "And plenty of night dreams too." She wagged her eyebrows at me suggestively.
"Oh, really?" I quipped. "Daydreams and Night dreams, too?" My arm was around her shoulders in a heartbeat and I pulled her closer to me.
"Well, don't sound so surprised," she smiled as she replied. "You're the star in most of them."
I kissed her then, and for quite a while the only sound in the house was the sound of heavy breathing and soft moans and groans.
We laughed and talked and kissed for the next three hours. Bella answered every question I posed to her, surprising me by her honesty. She told me that vampires were stronger than elephants; faster than cheetahs; could climb better than monkeys; and could, in reality, leap tall buildings with a single bound, but alas, they couldn't fly.
I was amazed as she described that they were virtually indestructible. They could only be killed if they were ripped to pieces and then had the pieces burned, because if the pieces weren't completely destroyed, they would, eventually, pull themselves back together.
I asked questions about her family and she told me their individual stories. She told me how Jasper had been changed by a wandering band of vampires one night while he was on patrol duty with the army during the war. She was very specific in calling it the 'War Between the States' instead of the 'Civil War' and insisted, in a somewhat haughty tone that was tinged with a slight southern drawl, that there was nothing 'civil' about that war.
She told me that Jasper had wandered the southern states for years with a pack of rogue vampires, living day to day, doing what vampires did to stay alive. She wasn't proud of what Jasper did and insisted that he was sorry for the life he had led for the first ninety years of his vampire existence. He had been 'found' nearly fifty years ago by Alice.
Alice had been changed into a vampire, but had no recollection of how or when it had happened. She had learned to exist on animal blood on her own, because she had been so repulsed by the thought of killing a human being. She had seen in a vision that Jasper was her true soul mate, and had tracked him down. She had, in essence, saved him from his chosen path; had redeemed him with the love she had shown him. Together they had tracked down the Cullens, as Alice had seen that they belonged with together.
Bella told me about the day she had come face to face with the brother she had thought long dead. She told how certain memories of her days as a human had become vague, but the memory of her family had remained strong. She had recognized Jasper immediately. He, however, had lost almost all memories of his life before his change and had simply believed his human family were all long dead. It had taken weeks for him to finally access his nearly forgotten memories of her, but revealed that as he had adjusted to life with a family unit, his memories of his human family seemed to get stronger until one day he had simply looked at her and said, "Sissy, it's really you!" and with the utterance of his childhood nickname for her, Bella had her brother back.
I could see the emotion of reliving the memory flash across her face and saw how it warmed her eyes. When she looked at me I could see the wonder of that day and what it had meant to her to finally have her beloved brother back.
She explained to me that Alice got visions of the future, but that those visions were always changing based on the day to day decisions people made in their lives. But, for the most part, Alice was usually right and the family had learned to trust her visions. And Jasper could control emotions. He could cause someone who was angry, sad or frightened to feel calm or happy, and if the need arose, do the opposite.
I allowed my mind the extra time it needed to adjust to these little tidbits of information. Alice could tell the future and Jasper could make you happy. Well, that as interesting, but I guess if you could accept that vampires were real, you could accept that it was normal for one of them to be able to tell the future.
"What about you? Can you do anything special?" I suddenly realized what I had said, so I added quickly, "I mean, besides being the most wonderful, loving, kind, generous…" my voice trailed off as her laughter returned.
"Okay, okay, enough with the gratuitous hyperboles!" she shook her head at me. "Actually, I can do… this little thing… with my… mind," she spoke reluctantly.
"What 'little thing with your mind?'" My eyes widened at her statement.
"Well, I can… do a little… mind control." The last words were spoken in such a low whisper I didn't hear her.
"You can do a little what? I didn't catch that last part." My face was set in confusion.
"Mind control," she spoke so fast I barely understood her.
I paused for a moment wanting to be sure I had heard correctly before I repeated, "Did you say 'mind control?'"
She nodded her head, not meeting my eyes.
I digested this for a few moments. "And, how much is a 'little' mind control?"
"Well," she began, finally raising her eyes to look at me, "If you were a vampire, I could keep you from feeling pain, feeling hunger, change the course of your thoughts, actually keep you from thinking at all. But I must be in close proximity and I would never do it without permission," then she spoke under her breath, "unless the need arose."
"You say if I were a vampire. Does that mean you can't use this 'mind control' on humans?" I was really curious about that.
"No, it doesn't mean I can't use it with humans, it means I won't use it with humans." She must have seen my puzzled look, because she continued, "The human mind is such a fragile thing. One wrong move on my part, if I accidently delved too deeply into the mind, it could potentially wipe out everything that was once there." I could see she was serious. "So, no, I won't use my power on a human."
I shook my head slowly saying, "That's a serious 'little bit' of mind control." She never failed to amaze me. She really was perfect. "You amaze me, do you know that?" I asked her as I pulled her to me and kissed her soundly, before releasing her to ask more questions.
"Okay, tell me about the rest of your family," and she proceeded to tell me more.
She told me how Rosalie had come to be with their family after suffering a vicious attack by her fiancé and his friends, and was on the brink of death when Carlisle had changed her and she had become part of their family.
Rosalie had come across Emmett while out hunting. He had been mauled by a bear and was near death. She had been struck by his strength in just managing to survive the attack, not to mention his rugged good looks, and had carried him back to Carlisle who had been helpless to save his human life and had transformed him because Rosalie had begged him not to let Emmett die because she wished to have him as a mate.
I watched her eyes darken a little as she told me how Esme had been the first to be added to their family. Esme had, after a miscarriage, attempted suicide by jumping off a cliff and had been transformed by Carlisle when he knew she was dying from her injuries. Carlisle had found his mate in Esme, and she explained that Esme was the kindest, most loving person she had ever met outside her own mother and aunt.
"So, you've all been together for a while," I studied her face as she replied.
"Yes, Alice and Jasper were the last to join us."
"And you move around a lot?"
"Yes, every five to seven years we have to move to a new place, as it becomes impossible for us to stay in one place too long." I saw the haunted look in her eyes. "When we don't age as normal humans do, we have to move on before it becomes obvious to those around us."
"And this time you moved to Forks." I watched her nod her head. "Why Forks?"
"Well, because this place is among the areas with the fewest annual days of sunshine of any place in the country," she replied simply.
"But I thought you said the sunlight didn't bother you?" I asked in some confusion.
"I said that the sunlight wouldn't burn us to a crisp, but we are still affected by it."
"How?" my curiosity was peaked by that remark.
"Well, it's hard to explain. If it's okay, I'll just save that for a sunny day when I can show you." Her eyes implored me to accept this.
"Alright, but you have to promise." I had to be satisfied with her promise to show me at the next opportune time.
We were silent for a minute or so after that as I pondered something in my mind. I was really curious about something, but I really didn't know how to ask her and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to know the answer.
I could see her watching my face closely before she asked, "You still have something on your mind, don't you Edward?" She smiled gently at me. "Please, feel free to ask me anything. I want you to know."
Well, I thought to myself, here goes nothing. "I was just curious as to why…" I paused again wondering if I really wanted to know the answer to this question, "why you had never found a mate before?"
I saw a quick flash of pain in her eyes and heard her sudden intake of breath before she quickly turned her head to the side.
"Why do you ask that?" she asked softly, not looking at me.
"I just wondered. I mean, after all, your brothers and sisters have each other and even Carlisle has Esme." My eyes roamed her face as I spoke. "You've been around longer than all of them except Carlisle." I asked myself again if I really wanted to hear her answer and decided, for better or worse, I did want to know. "Why have you never found someone to be with?"
Then a sudden thought occurred to me and before she could answer, I quickly asked, "Or have you?" Perhaps, I thought, she had found someone in the past. I felt my heart constrict in pain as I thought of my Bella with some other man; loving some other man.
When she brought her gaze back to mine, her featured were again composed, but there was still a hint of pain hidden behind her beautiful brown eyes. I saw her bite her lip for a moment before she spoke in a hushed voice, "There was someone once."
I felt the pain in my heart expand to my entire body. I tried to steel my expression, but I knew she had to see the momentary torment on my face brought on by her words.
"Tell me," my voice came out in a soft whisper.
She averted her eyes once more and I could see she was debating about how to tell me about this part of her life.
She took a deep breath and started. "When it was just Carlisle and me, I worked as his nurse. I studied and worked. As I had no need for sleep, I quickly learned everything I could from medical books and even attended medical school. I was, actually I am, a doctor. I have two medical degrees."
"Two medical degrees?" I asked in wonder. She nodded and I continued, "Well it's no wonder you're a genius at high school biology!" That certainly explained a lot!
She smiled a little and had paused in her story, so I encouraged her to continue.
"Well, at the time I was working as Carlisle's nurse. But, to make a long story short, he was a patient. We had a whirlwind romance and he swept me off my feet, so to speak." She paused and I saw the wistful look in her eyes darken as she continued. "Then, he went off to war and his father came to see me one day and informed me that he no longer wished to ever see me again." I could see the pain etched in her beautiful face at the memory, then she swallowed and her face cleared. "And that was the end of it."
"So he was human?" I asked.
She nodded her head as she lowered her head again and bit her lip at the memory. Then she raised her head and looked directly in my eyes and whispered, "He looked remarkably like you."
"Like me?" I was slightly startled at this revelation.
"Yes, you have the same hair color and eye color… the same… everything. It's uncanny, really." She was looking at me in wonder as her eyes roamed over my features one by one.
For some reason, her words struck a cord with me, like I should be connecting it to something, but for the life of me I couldn't think what. The feeling was somewhat disconcerting, like you know there's something you should be remembering, something just at the back of your mind, but you just can't quite put your finger on it.
She must have seen the look on my face and mistook it for censure, because she quickly stated, "But that was many, many years ago. In fact… he's probably dead by now." I could hear the sadness in her voice as she softly spoke the last words.
I took her in my arms, wanting only to comfort her. "Bella, I wasn't mad. I was a little surprised that he looked like me, but I don't blame you for anything." I held her tighter and stroked her hair with my hand. "In fact, I would have been more surprised if you hadn't met anyone." I pressed my lips to her forehead. "And I'm more than a bit surprised that he broke up with you. You are simply so beautiful and so sweet and kind, I can't imagine anyone willingly letting you go."
That was the honest truth. I knew I would rather die than live without Bella. I longed for her smiles, craved her kisses, hungered for her body, and desired nothing more than to live my life with her. Not for the first time I thought of the phrase 'soul mate,' for she was genuinely my other half; that half that made me whole.
I needed at that moment to feel her next to me. I wanted so badly to hold her in my arms; to kiss her senseless; to feel her hands on me and to feel her body come alive under my touch.
I looked at her then, not even attempting to disguise my desire for her as I took her hand in mine. "Let's go to my room."
~~~~~LEAVE NOW IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THE LEMON ~~~~
I didn't hesitate to accept her assistance in climbing the stairs. Leaning on Bella was much better than crutches any day, and I knew my weight wouldn't be any problem for her to manage.
I pulled her onto my bed, both of us falling atop the bedspread and giggling a little as the springs groaned under the strain of our combined weight as we bounced. I winced slightly as my injured leg brushed the bed, but the pain was quickly overshadowed by pleasure as I shifted my body to so that I was lying on my side facing her.
I reached out my hand to brush the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear and letting my fingers drift into the silken mass of her hair. I absently rubbed the strands between my fingers before closing my hand around the back of her head and bringing her mouth to mine.
I lightly caressed her lips with mine before lazily letting my tongue trace the cool outline of her mouth. I felt her luscious lips quiver slightly before they parted for me and our tongues began the erotic dance of lovers.
I finally understood why her mouth was always so cool, though I had never thought uncomfortably so. And I understood why her skin was so perfect; why the muscles under the skin seemed so hard and unyielding; and I understood, finally, what she went through just to let me touch her like this. For that reason alone I wanted to worship her with every fiber of my being.
I pulled my mouth from hers to run it slowly across her cheek to her jaw line. She arched her head back as I descended the graceful curve of her neck, nipping and licking my way to the hollow of her throat, and back up to the spot below her ear that I knew would make her moan.
I wasn't disappointed as I heard the moaning sound escape her parted lips as she pressed her neck harder against my lips, and whispered, "Talk to me Edward. Tell me how you feel. Tell me what you're thinking."
Damn! She wanted me to talk dirty to her!
I pressed my lips to her ear lobe before sucking it lightly into my mouth and biting it gently before moving on to trace the outline of that perfect, ivory shell with the tip of my tongue.
I kissed my way back down her neck to her collar bone, before rising up to swiftly remove her shirt. "I want to see you," I whispered, my voice rasping slightly on the words, "I want to see those perfect tits of yours, Baby." I watched as the tip of her tongue came out to moisten her upper lip, her eyes darkening at the sound of my words.
Fuck! She liked to hear me talk dirty to her!
I grasped the bottom hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head as she lifted her upper body off the bed to assist me. I immediately felt her fingers tugging at my own shirt and I let her make short work of its removal. Both garments were tossed aside, falling where they may on the floor.
As she lay back on the bed, I let my eyes wander over her. I also finally understood why she never felt the need to wear a bra. She didn't need the support, and no bra ever invented in the realms of Victoria's Secret could ever improve on her natural perfection. She needed no enhancement to be perfect!
"Damn, I love that you don't wear a bra." The sight of her naked breasts was so fucking hot! And the thought that they were hidden just out of sight under her shirt was even hotter! I had to tell her, "Your naked tits are so hot, Baby! I've just got to taste them!"
I ran my tongue over my lips in anticipation of the feel of her perfect nipples and I lowered my head to her, taking the tip of her left breast into my mouth as my fingers closed over the right. I heard her moan again as I suckled at her breast and twisted my fingers to roll her other nipple between them, pulling on it slightly. I knew she liked that and I watched her face as her eyes closed and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
"You like that, don't you Baby? You like me to suck you, don't you?" She nodded. "You like me to squeeze and pull on your nipples too, don't you, Baby?"
"Yes… Please…" She moaned, biting down on her bottom lip.
"Don't hold back, Baby, don't worry about the noise," I told her, "I want to hear you say my name and tell me you like what I'm doing as I make love to you."
I returned to let my mouth pay homage to her breasts and was rewarded with a groaned, "Edward… Oh, how I love you!"
I moved my mouth to the valley between her perfect breasts and placed open-mouthed kisses along the rounded underside of each. I let my lips and hands roam over the flat hardness of her stomach before I ran my tongue across her abdomen from one hipbone to the other right above the low waistband of her jeans.
"I want to see the rest of your beautiful body, Baby," I said as I scooted down the bed before rising up and bringing my fingers to the button at the top of her jeans. I pushed it through the button hole with my thumb before grasping the zipper and gently tugging it downward. I ran my hands under the top of the waistband and pulled slightly to draw them over her hips. She lifted up again to aid me in my task and soon her jeans had gone to join our shirts, floating down we cared not where.
"Come here, Baby. I want to kiss that sexy mouth of yours again," I whispered as I lay down at her side once again, cupping her cheek as I pressed her head into the pillows with my kiss. I licked her lips and plunged my tongue into her as soon as they parted. Lust rippled through my body as I deepened the kiss even more, wanting to consume her, draw her into me, taste her from the inside out. There was just something so intense about plunging my tongue in her mouth. It made me long to taste her everywhere at once.
Without breaking the kiss, I rolled myself until I was laying half on her, half off. I moved my injured, right leg, bent at the knee, until it lay across Bella's right thigh, my knee resting between her legs as she parted them slightly to give me a resting place. My leg still hurt some, but the pain was more than tempered by the pleasure that came from pressing myself against her. I knew she had to feel what she was doing to me, as I pressed my aching erection even closer to her right thigh. "Do you feel that, Baby? Do you feel what you do to me?" I circled my hips, grinding myself even harder into her. "I am so fucking hard for you, Baby, I ache for you!" I wanted her to know what she did to me.
My hand fell naturally to cup her left breast and I kneaded it lightly before moving my hand downward, lightly brushing her stomach and abdomen with my fingers, then letting my fingertips brush over the silky smoothness of her panties, moving to the apex of her thighs.
I continued my fingers downward trek, pressing against fabric of her panties over the entrance to her body and feeling the moisture that had pooled there.
"God, Baby, you are so fucking wet!" My voice was hoarse with longing as the thought flew through my mind that at least this apart of her body seemed to work like any other human woman's. A moment later, I dipped my finger under the elastic leg opening to brush her lightly.
She moaned loudly, "Edward, please…" ending on a groan as her eyes seemed to roll back into her head before she closed them tightly in anticipation of my next move.
"Please what, Baby?"
"Please, Edward, touch me!"
"Fuck, Baby, I plan to do more than just touch you!" I had to see her! All of her!
I slipped my hand up and grabbed the elastic at the waist of her panties and pulled them roughly down her body, all but tearing them from her. They were tossed aside to join our other abandoned clothing.
My hand moved back between her legs as my fingers found their prize. They rubbed against the wet, slick folds of her body, before seeking and finding the hardened nub of her clit and stroking it gently.
"Ahhh… Edward…" she breathed, "That feels so…" her breath was coming in pants now, and I took that moment to slip two fingers inside her, "so… good!" She nearly yelled the words as her hips lifted off the bed, trying to make closer contact with my hand.
"And you feel so fucking good inside, Baby!" I felt like the fucking 'King of the Fucking Bedroom,' as I watched the affects my ministrations were having on her. I began to move my hand, sliding my fingers in and out of her body in that ageless rhythm, keeping my thumb in contact with her clit, rubbing it in sync with my fingers.
"Does that feel good, Baby; do I make you feel good?" I pressed a third finger into her.
"Oh, god, YES! Yes, you make me feel good!" Bella was nearly screaming at this point.
I shifted my body, lifting to move over her, placing my knees on the inside of her legs and pressing them apart, exposing her more fully to me while never breaking the tempo of my fingers. I had to taste her as I remembered the flavor of her body. I craved it. I had to have it. And what the 'King' wanted, the 'King' got.
"I want to taste you, Baby. Can I taste you?" Asking her permission was only a formality at this point. I was so far gone, I don't think I could have stopped myself from eating her out if she had actually said no.
"Oh, Edward… Please…" she was practically begging me at this point.
I lowered my head and opened my mouth in anticipation of the taste of her. I removed my thumb from her clit and replaced it with my lips, sucking on her, drawing her inside my mouth to tease her sensitive nub with my tongue before nipping it lightly with my teeth.
She let out a keening wail and nearly bucked me off the bed when her hips came up in an attempt to press herself more tightly to my mouth.
I turned my hand slightly and curved my fingers upward, suddenly quite pleased that I possessed such long fingers, because I could feel the slightly rough spot I sought inside her with the tip of my middle finger. I pressed the spot and rubbed it with my finger while at the same time nipping her clit again, and that was it. I felt Bella unravel beneath my hands.
"Cum for me, Baby. You can do it. Cum hard for me!"
Her breath caught in her throat and her hips lifted to hang suspended as I felt her walls tighten around my fingers before they released in pulses around my hand.
"EDWARD!… Oh, God, Edward!.. Help me!... Ahhh…"
I looked up at her head thrashing on the pillow and moved up quickly to cover her mouth with mine. I felt her throw her arms around me and for a flash I felt a little fear, because I knew she could crush me without even trying. But her arms quickly fell back to her sides, her hands fisting in the bedspread, while her lips parted and her tongue moved against mine. I could feel the groans still emanating from her throat as I continued to work my fingers in her body, allowing her to ride out her orgasm to the fullest.
She slowly came down from her high, and the intensity of our kiss melded into one of silent worship of each other's mouths. I removed my fingers from her body, moving instead to gently caress her upper thighs.
Our lips leisurely drew apart and I rested my forehead against hers before pulling back slightly so I could look into her eyes.
She spoke first. "How do you do it?" she questioned softly.
I raised my eyebrows in a silent, "Do what?"
"How do you know exactly how to make me feel… feel…" she paused and searched for the right words, "so… wonderful?"
"I really don't know," and I didn't, all I knew is that all I wanted to do was bring her pleasure. "Maybe it's because I love you so much. I want only to please you."
She stretched her arms languidly above her head before rising up and leaning over me.
"Now it's my turn," she said, and I saw the glint of lust re-enter her eyes, tempered only with the gleam of love.
BPOV
I wanted nothing more than to worship at the 'Temple of Edward' as I looked down at this perfect man.
This man whom I knew would do anything for me; who thought nothing of putting my pleasure before his own.
This man who had just talked dirty to me and given me the greatest pleasure I had ever known.
This man that I loved more than anything in the universe; whom I would kill for in a heartbeat and die for in an instant.
I looked beseechingly into his emerald eyes and said, "I want to please you, Edward. I want to make love to you."
I watched as his eyes darkened as lust took over his mind once more. "Only if you talk dirty to me."
Oh, so he had liked that, had he? This was going to be fun!
"So, you want me to talk dirty to you, is that right?" I asked him politely.
"That's what I said," he gave me a crooked little smirky smile.
"Okay, but if I do, you have to promise to answer me when I ask you a question. Understand?"
I watched him closely as he tipped is head and murmured, "Fair enough."
Oh, yeah, this was going to be fun. I hadn't lived in the same house with Emmett and Rosalie for well over six decades and not heard everything that could be said between two people in the bedroom. There were a lot of drawbacks to having super-sensitive, vampire hearing when you lived in the same house as Emmett and Rosalie. But it looked like hearing all I had was finally going to pay off.
"Lie back," I whispered, "and enjoy." I reached out and let my fingertips trail lightly down his chest, following the line of hair that extended from the light scattering of hair on his upper torso, to where it collected over his sternum, before tracing downward to disappear under the waistband of his boxers, just visible above the waistband of his borrowed scrubs.
I could still see the outline of his erection pressing for release against the thin cotton fabric. Damn! I glanced quickly to his face before settling my eyes once again on the bulge, that must hurt like hell!
Well, I was about to take care of that little problem for him.
"I want to see you naked, Edward." I whispered, my voice husky from desire, as I reached to loosen the drawstring at the top of his scrubs.
I didn't waste any time ridding him of those pesky pants, after all, I was a vampire and vampire speed really came in handy sometimes. I think he was, to say the least, surprised at how quickly I divested him of those damn scrubs.
I brought my still nude body across his so I was straddling his hips, my still-wet pussy glistening at him from his angle of sight. I could see him looking at me as his tongue emerged to moisten his lips and I knew he could still taste me on them.
"Do you like what you see, Edward?" His eyes snapped up to meet mine and he actually blushed a little as he knew I had caught him ogling my sex.
He didn't say a word, so I repeated my question. "I said 'Do you like what you see, Edward?'"
He seemed to finally remember he was supposed to answer all my questions.
"Yeah, Baby, I love what I'm seeing," was his softly-spoken reply as his gaze met mine.
"Would you like to touch me again, Edward?"
This time there was no hesitation in his answer, "I would love to touch you again, Baby."
"Would you like to taste my pussy again, Edward?"
"Oh, God, Baby, I would fight ninjas to taste your pussy again."
I had to stifle a giggle at his analogy, before I replied, "Well, you've already done those things, Edward. Now it's my turn to see you; touch you; taste you. Don't you think that's fair?"
I watched as his eyes grew darker with each word that I spoke. "Yeah, Baby, I guess that would be fair." His voice was hoarse with longing and he barely suppressed a groan as my hand reached for the elastic at the top of his boxers.
"I don't think you need these, do you?"
"No!" was his breathless answer.
I moved myself once more to his side as I made short work of his boxers, just containing myself enough to keep from ripping them from his body. They joined his now-forgotten jeans, and all my clothes, somewhere in the never-never land of the floor of his room.
Who needed clothes anyway? "If I had my way, Edward," I spoke as my eyes wandered over him, "you would never cover up this perfect body!"
His eyes darkened even more and I gasped a little as I dropped my eyes and once more beheld a fully naked Edward Masen. I let my eyes roam from his broad shoulders, across his hard, muscular chest, down to his narrow waist with the V cut in the muscles just pointing the way to heaven.
And heavenly he was to behold. Surely no man had ever been this perfect before. His manhood was long and thick and seemed to pulse with life and I was more amazed by it each time I saw it.
"I love looking at your body, Edward. I love how long and thick your cock is. I love the velvety feel of it's hardness in my hand. And I love the smell of you Edward." I dropped my head, inhaling deeply of his manly scent. It was an exquisitely enticing scent that was natural to him. It was a combination of the smell of love, lust and pure sex and I felt an overwhelming desire to taste him; to drink from his body, not of his blood, but of the very essence of that smell. It was better than blood. It was Edward!
"I want to taste you, Edward. I want to taste you all over. Everywhere." I brought my leg back across his body to straddle him once again and leaned down to kiss him slowly. I licked his lips once, twice, before he parted his lips and I covered them with my own, thrusting my tongue into his mouth to meet his in a lustful tango.
I pulled back finally to trace my lips and tongue down his neck, following the pulsating artery that moved just under the skin. I moved my mouth up to settle just under his ear, near the now vivid mark I had left on his skin just two days ago. I kissed my way to the other side of his neck and left the mark a twin on the other side.
I had marked my man and he was mine!
"I marked you again Edward. I marked you as mine." I looked up at him. "Is that okay?"
"I am yours," he answered simply, reaching up to cup my face and run his thumb over my lips before kissing me lightly.
I pulled up before bending my head and trailing kisses down his chest, turning my head to kiss his nipples in turn and massaging each with my tongue. I nibbled and sucked my way down his body, my destination the velvety-smooth prize that waited for me in heaven.
My hand found it first, and I grasped him tenderly in my hand, being very careful not to hurt him as I ran my thumb across the tip and allowed my vampire fingers to explore every millimeter of him. I could feel each bump and ridge, feel the distended veins that were engorged with blood, blood that I could smell so sweetly lying just under the skin. But above that smell, even more sweet to my senses, was the smell of Edward. "The Essence of Edward" I had called it before, and that's exactly what it was.
"You feel so good in my hands, Edward. You're so big; I can't even begin to reach my fingers around you." I moved my hand up and down his shaft as I looked to his face. "And as I told you before, you smell so divine!" I could feel my eyes darken as I looked at him. "Did you know that your sex smells better to me than your blood?" I asked him curiously.
He blinked slowly, striving to understand my words. "It does?" his voice was puzzled.
"Yes, it does." I smiled up at him as I moved myself down his body. "And the wonderful thing about it is that I can drink from you again and again without harming you physically."
And with that, I placed both my hands around his shaft and I closed my lips around his tip and moved to take him in. No preliminaries; no set up; I wanted him and I wanted him now!
His body jerked and he inhaled with a hiss as his body felt itself being consumed. He hadn't been prepared for the rapidness of my attack on his body. I could hear his heart thudding heavily and rapidly as he battled with the assault on his senses.
I raised my head for a moment to whisper to him, "Don't fight it, darling, just let yourself go," and with that I resumed with round two of my assault.
I could hear his heart racing, as his breathing came in short pants, so I knew he was near. I brought out the big guns.
I brought one of my hands down to massage and squeeze his sac, then lightly scraped him with my teeth. Coupling that with a steady suction and he was gone. I felt his orgasm start at the base of his cock and vibrate all the way to the tip, swelling him even more before shooting stream after pulsating stream from the tip and straight into my throat. I caught and swallowed every drop, savoring the flavor that was Edward.
I kept up a steady, gentle suction, until Edward was spent and with one last lick, I moved up to join him on the pillows.
We turned to face each other, and he brought his hand up to brush the hair from my forehead, looping it behind my ear, as he leaned in to kiss me gently, almost reverently, on the lips.
"Bella," he began, "I love you so much it hurts. My heart literally hurts in my chest at the thought of being apart from you for even a few hours." I saw his eyes move to the clock on the bedside table. "Charlie will be home soon," his eyes moved back to mine, "But I don't want you to go. I want you here, with me, lying beside me, so I can hold you all night long."
"You want to sleep with me?" I asked incredulously. "But, Edward, you know I don't sleep."
"I know," he answered somewhat sheepishly, lowering his eyes. "It's incredibly selfish of me to even ask."
"No, it's not." I whispered.
"Yes, it is," he insisted. "It would be nothing but boring for you to just lie here and watch me sleep all night."
"Well," I knew it was confession time,"Actually it would be better than standing and watching you sleep." I bit my lip waiting for my words to register with him.
"Yeah, I guess if you put it that way, it would be better than standing…" he shook his head in bewilderment. "Is that supposed to mean something?" I could feel him looking at me but I had averted my eyes the moment he started his question.
"Well, yes, it does." I sighed and raised my eyes to meet his again. "You really should lock your window, Edward," I said sternly, "Not that it would make any difference to me, but you really should."
He shook his head again. "What has me not locking my window got to do with us sleeping together?"
Well, when he put it that way, it did seem as if the two things were worlds apart in significance.
Well…maybe…because..." I took a deep breath, "I'vebeensneakinginyourwindowatnighttowatchyousleep.
He closed his eyes and shook his head as if to clear it before saying, "Come again?"
"I said," this time I enunciated each word, "I've. Been. Sneaking. In. Your. Window. At. Night. To. Watch. You. Sleep," I breathed out in a huff. "There, are you happy now?"
"You've been watching me sleep?" he questioned.
"Yes," I whispered.
"How long?"
"Since that first day I saw you at school." I felt so embarrassed. He would think I was a stalker or a lunatic or… something.
"You mean you've been here with me each night," he asked, wonder in this voice that quickly turned to indignation, "And you didn't get into bed with me?" He looked at me with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "WHY?!"
"I just wanted to watch you sleep," I said in a sad, small voice. I hadn't wanted to make him mad. "I'm sorry, Edward. I promise I won't do it again."
He suddenly smiled broadly at me. "You think I'm mad because you watched me sleep?"
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak for fear he would hear the quiver in my voice.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly, kissing the top of my head, and spoke, "I'm only irritated because you didn't join me in bed, not because you came in through the window and watched me sleep. You can do that any time you want." He kissed my lips softly. "But next time, wake me up so I can enjoy your company." He kissed me again. "Okay?"
"Okay." All was well with the world again.
"And I will expect you to be here tonight, and every other night," he stated matter-of-factly.
"What if your Uncle Charlie discovers us?" I asked.
"Charlie never comes into my room without knocking. He's great that way," He said as he gave me another hug. "You will be my own little secret voyeur." He wagged his eyebrows at me and I couldn't contain a giggle.
"Yes, I guess I will be." I kissed him quickly, before saying, "And speaking of Charlie, he will be back any minute, and I don't think he would like to find us naked in your bed, now, do you?"
"You may be right," he stated with a grin. "He will probably want to check up on me when he gets home."
"Well, then, I guess I'd better leave then." I pulled away from him reluctantly, gathering my scattered clothes and dressing in a flash. "I'll be back as soon as I can." I looked at the clock. It shone 7:29 pm. "I'll be back in three hours. That should give Charlie time to return, eat dinner, and go to bed."
"Okay," he said, kissing me tenderly. I couldn't help myself from gazing down at his still naked form.
"Here, I'll gather your clothes. Wouldn't want Charlie asking questions as to why you're in bed, naked, well before bedtime, now would we." I chuckled as I picked up his clothing and handed it to him.
He gave me another kiss before I walked to the door.
"I guess I should take my car home. I bet Charlie is getting tired of having it blocking his driveway."
And with one last kiss, I was down the stairs in a flash and in my car. This had been one eventful day. And hopefully, there would be an eventful night to come.
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