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Prompt: Drive
Bella
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I wake up some time later, noticing the light from the window has diminished into an early evening blue glow. I'm snuggled comfortably against Edward's warm body and instinctively inhale the scent of his skin an move my hand slowly up and down his chest. I can feel his breathing against my hair and I'm in heaven.
As I curiously move my hand lower, lower, and lower, finally in contact with a slowly rising friend underneath the covers, I smile. The drive to make him feel good again makes me bold and I know he must be awake by now since the rhythm of his breaths changes. I grip him gently, gliding it up and down until it's at full attention.
In a moment of pure bravery I sit up, the blanket that was hardly covering me pooling at my waist as I maneuver out and straddle him.
And yes, he's very awake now. His eyes, half-closed but his hands reach and grab at my waist as I sink down until he's inside me again. I start to move, never breaking his gaze. It feels so full this way, so intense, and when his hands start to guide my movements, I'm turned on even more at the idea of him taking charge.
"Yes, oh yes, Edward..." I have no control over the words coming out of my mouth. It's so out of this world the way he makes me feel.
"Come for me, c'mon, baby..." he grunts, pushing and pulling at my hips as he thrusts into me. I can't hold on at all and in moments I'm lit up inside by the shockwave of pleasure ripping through me. He follows soon after and I love watching him fall apart because of me. It's hot. He's hot.
He's everything.
It was like this earlier too. But that was more emotional, more of a concession of each other's mutual feelings for one another. This time, though... this was raw passion and abandoning of restraint. This was us letting go.
When I lean over him to kiss him, his hands tangle up in my hair. I love that. I love it so much.
"You're gonna kill me one day," he rasps into my neck and I giggle as I move off from him and unceremoniously flop on my back beside him, catching my breath.
"It's you who's going to kill me, Cullen," I counter, my hand absently moving through his hair, massaging his scalp. He take that hand and brings it to his lips as his eye are filled with mischief.
"We're not leaving this bed, you know that."
As soon as he says that, though, my stomach makes a grumbling noise, and we both fall into fits of laughter.
"I think my stomach begs to differ. C'mon, mister, let me feed you."
"Oh yeah, that's right. You were going to cook for me. Well, get to it, woman!" He slaps me playfully on the ass as I get out of bed and swing my robe on.
"Well, you better put your leg back on, because you're helping me."
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A/N: Well, there ya go. We're winding down here in Fullward land. Maybe another 5-6 chapters. You know me, I don't like to drag the stories that I feel have already been told. ;)
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