it's been a little while since I've updated, so here's a quickie *ahem* before I move the plot along ;p
I wrote this quickly and without a beta so please forgive any typos :)
Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
EPOV
I wake up naked and alone in her bed, the sweet scent of her arousal and completion still fresh in my nostrils. I lick my tongue across my upper lip in the hopes that there's still some residue of her moisture left over for me to taste. Her tangy vinegar hits my taste buds and I'm instantly rock hard. Running my hand down my taut stomach I wrap it around my cock and begin stroking my shaft. I close my eyes and envision Bella bouncing on top of me, her wild hair and parted lips, her palms flat on my chest as she rides me, moaning my name over and over as I fondle and squeeze her perky breasts and watch my cock slide in and out of her tight, wet opening and speaking of Bella and her beautiful bouncing breasts...where the fuck is she?
I roll over and hear the crunch of a piece of paper. I pull it out from under my side and hold it in front of my face. On the back of a Whole Foods flyer is a note in Bella's loopy, messy handwriting.
No food in the house. Ran down the street to pick up some stuff for breakfast. Be back in a sec.
Yours, Isabella.
Oh and in case you've forgotten...I love you this morning.
That's all it takes. A few more strokes and I come hard in my hand and all over her sheets. I groan in sticky satisfaction and roll onto my back, panting and wheezing. I fold the crook of my arm over my eyes and I must have dozed off because the next thing I know there's a hand around my cock that's not mine.
"Mmm, looks like someone has been having fun without me," a low purr vibrates against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I want to open my eyes but this fantasy is far too good to be proven a dream if Bella's not there when I wake up.
"And by the size of the wet spot on my side of the bed, I'm pretty upset that I was left out of the action." The purr is replaced by a soft kitten tongue, licking and dragging over the tender mound of my balls. I let out a whimper and my eyes fly open. The top of Bella's head is between my legs, her tongue teasing it's way up the length of my pulsing erection, her nails digging into the deep flesh of my thighs.
"Can it be my turn now?" she asks, batting her long lashes at me while the tip of her tongue plays with the slit of my cock.
My head falls back on the pillow and I curse at the ceiling. "Fuck. It's always your turn, Bella. I never want to have to jerk off again. Not when I know I can come inside you instead."
She giggles and takes me deep into her mouth, gagging briefly as I hit the back of her throat. She settles into a fucking Academy Award winning blow job and I'm about two seconds from unloading when she pulls her head back and licks her lips hungrily. "Breakfast is going to burn."
Is she kidding me?? "Fuck breakfast," I whine like a pouty child.
"How about fucking me instead?" she replies devilishly. I'm actually astonished at her forwardness. We haven't been together that many times, I think I can count on two hands, but she's never been this in control of me before. ...I like it. ...Alot.
"I was already deep inside you in my dream, baby" I wink and she bites the corner of her bottom lip, the side with the tiny silver ring attached. "And I'd love to pick up where I left off. It was really fucking hot."
"Oh yeah? What was I doing?" She straddles me, my cock sticking straight up between her legs, and pulls her shirt over her head. I gasp out loud. She's not wearing a bra and her nipples are dark pink and erect. I massage my hands up the sides of her beautiful body, cupping her breasts and flexing my abs so I can suck her left nipple into my mouth, tongue it eagerly, then move on to the right. We moan at the same time and I take the opportunity to undo the button on her jeans. She wraps both of her hands around my cock, one on top of the other, and squeezes. She owns me. I can't take it anymore. I need to be inside her, like, NOW.
In one swift motion I've got her flipped onto her back. Her jeans and panties are gone and I have two fingers plunged deep inside her swollen flesh. My white hot erection is bobbing impatiently against her hip and she's writhing and moaning underneath me.
"Edwarrrd," she purrs, squirming into the now three fingers I have hooked inside. Her wetness is leaking down my hand and I take her top lip into my mouth. I proceed to slip my tongue along her plump bottom lip and her fingers wind through my hair . Pulling me down closer, our chests pressed together, she opens her mouth, deepening our candy-flavored kiss, and saying my name over and over.
"Yes baby? Tell me what you want." I have her on the verge of orgasm with my fingers.
"This is what I want," she heaves breathlessly. " Any way you touch me is the way I want to be touched. You make me feel so good." She's smiling sincerely and with so much love in her eyes, and I know I have the stupidest grin on my face but I don't care. I place another gentle kiss on her lips and then follow a trail a line of them down her neck, across her collarbone, down her chest, I pull my fingers out and whisper my love for her into her ear, I line myself up and she spreads her legs. I push myself into her as far as I can go until I'm fully surrounded by her warmth and wetness. I groan at the intense sensation of her tightness clenched around me.
"So fucking good," I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers as I slowly pump in and out. There's no rush. Her eyes are a warm honey syrup in the light of the morning and her lips part wider with each thrust. Her legs wrap around the small of my back and I reach for her right knee and hook it over my shoulder. This raises her ass off the mattress and allows me to plunge deeper than I ever have before.
"My god, Edward," she hisses, her fingernails clawing into my shoulder blades. Her hands roam down my back and over my ass. She squeezes and hangs on, guiding my thrusts and tracing the top of my crack with her index finger. I'm not going to last much longer. Nofuckingway. I bury my face into the hollow where her neck meets her sharp shoulder and will myself to hang on until she comes. I pull my cock all the way out to the tip and take a few deep breaths to compose myself. Bella grabs my ass cheeks and shoves me back in. My balls hit the back of her thighs and she tenses and cries out, her body exploding and shuddering with her orgasm. Thank god. I palm the sides of Bella's beautiful face and kiss her passionately, holding her lips to mine while I ride her to my own release. I keep my eyes open so she can see the effect that her body has on mine as the pleasure washes over me. "All because of you," I whisper, trembling on top of her. She nods and kisses my sweaty face, holding me until I'm calm.
**
"Smells great." I reach around my girl and snatch a piece of turkey bacon out of the frying pan. She slaps my hand but let's me take it. That's why I love her. She wants me to be happy.
"So, what are you doing today?" I wrap my arms around her waist and bury my face in her hair. She shifts her ass on purpose, so my cock slides up her crack. She should know better than to strut around in nothing but a stringy tank top and boy-cut underwear, likewise I should know better than to wear nothing but a flimsy pair of boxer briefs while in her presence. "I was hoping we could stay in," I groan, grinding my erection into her damp panties. "...so I could fuck you...all...day...long."
Her knees begin to tremble as she turns to putty under my touch. I slide my fingers under the thin band of her panties and down into the moist warmth of her soft spot. I'm about to push on her clit when her hands grab mine and pulls them out.
She turns to me with a wry grin on her face. "As much as I'd love to do nothing more than sit on your face all day, I can't. I promised Alice I would have lunch with her this afternoon. Her parents are in town and she needs my support. ...She's going to tell them about Jasper."
"You say that likes it's a bad thing."
"It is...kind of. Alice comes from an extremely wealthy Connecticut family and they have specific, umm...standards. Don't get me wrong, they are very nice people, but when it comes to Alice they see a certain path for her and..."
I put up my hand. "Please. I know where this is going all to well."
"I know you do, baby. And I assure you that Alice is not going to let her parents dictate her life for her. But, let me put it this way...the gardener's on Alice's property make more in a month than Jazzy makes in a year. But don't worry, Mr. Brandon is a big softie when push comes to shove. I just worry that one day he'll mistake Jasper for the valet and ask him to pull the car around."
I laugh out loud and gather her in my arms, hugging her tight and savoring the hummingbird thrum of her heart against my bare chest.
She hands me my plate and we sit at the table to eat. Toast and eggs and turkey bacon, orange juice and coffee. And Bella in her undies. I'm in heaven.
"Bella?"
"Mmm," she hums, chewing with her mouth closed.
"The poem you read last night," I begin. Her eyes dart up to mine like she's seen a ghost. I chuckle at her anxiety. "It was stunning, my love. And I'm thrilled that you got up to read it."
Her shoulders relax and smiles. "But," I continue. "Did you mean what you said? ...Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone..." It hurts to repeat it, let alone recall the look on Bella's face as she recited it.
She swallows her bite of egg and takes a deep breath. My stomach churns as I wait for her response. "Yes," she finally answers. "I meant it. At the time. You hurt me, Edward. You said you'd never hurt me, and you did. But I've forgiven you and I love you and it's in the past now. But, yes, it happened and that poem is the way I dealt with it. That's where art comes from, right? Pain and love and struggle. So we shouldn't want to change what happened to bring it to life. That being said, I think you should concentrate on the line, You take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Because that's the way you make me feel."
She smiles again and takes my hand across the table, rubbing the tops of my knuckles with the pad of her thumb.
Just when I think it's impossible to love her more she goes and blows my fucking mind.
"Hey, where is all of your stuff from the apartment?" she asks, forking a piece of bacon.
"I left it in the lobby of the building. I'll have to get it eventually, I suppose. Maybe I can have it shipped...somewhere. A storage unit or..."
"Or here, you dumbass."
