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So... *ahem*... where were we?


Chapter 29

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Was someone speaking?

I thought I could hear Edward's warm voice but it felt far away...

We couldn't have that now, could we?

"Bella? Shit... Bella, can you hear me?" His worried words suddenly brought me back to the present- the very hot, jumpable present.

I was being punk'd, I was sure of it. I looked around for possible hidden cameras, and being slightly paranoid after that little episode earlier with Peter, my suspicions were heightened.

Because seriously. Edward was wearing glasses. Not just any glasses, oh no.

Black-rimmed glasses. Clark Kent.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus.

Edward was at my side in an instant, his eyes full of concern, his hands desperate to do... what exactly? I don't know, they were touching me delicately, all over the place- on my face, my shoulders, arms, back on my face.

He was unaware, however, that it was doing little to help me out of my sex-dream come to life.

Yes. I have a Superman fetish.

And here was Edward, the object of my every fantasy, fusing with my other fantasy, and it was just...

My hormones took over pretty darn quickly after that. My lips crashed into his, my tongue seeking his as he sat there completely still for about ten seconds before reacting.

His hands grabbed and flexed, leaving hot trails of sensation from my waist to my back and ending at my face as he angled my head for better tongue sex.

In an instant I was straddling him, his hands reaching down to my ass, pulling me closer to his hardness. Our panting breaths a staccato rhythm as we struggled to breathe and kiss at the same time. I decided to taste his neck, which garnered a groan from someone... not quite sure if it was him or me really, nor did I really care.

"Bell... Bella... I can take them off if... you... shit..."

NO. No... just...

"NO!" I grunted, staring right at him and grabbing his face sternly.

"No?" He actually sounded frightened.

"No. As a matter of fact, I want you to leave them on. All. The. Time."

I growled. They were on his face, sitting slightly askew, which did nothing to calm my horniness.

He smirked at me, the fact I found his glasses sexy finally dawning on him as he swiftly flipped me over, his warm, hard body over mine as I sunk into his wonderful-smelling bed.

"Interesting..." he mused before dropping his head into the crook of my neck and beginning his delicious assault. I could feel the hardness of his frames, making me a little crazy.

I felt him everywhere and we both greedily tugged at our clothes, silently agreeing there was too much in the way. My shirt was the first to go, then his. He pushed his glasses back into position as my hands wandered up and down his perfect chest. He groaned when my fingers met his happy trail, all soft and inviting as I flicked the button of his jeans and dove right in.

"Fuck!" He breathed against my shoulder, his mouth latching onto it as I wrapped my hand around his hard package.

Not to be outdone, Edward's hand traveled down to my chest where his thumb pressed circles on my nipple over the fabric of my blue lacy bra. I arched into his touch, wanting to get even closer. When he tugged the cup of my bra down and his mouth descended on my nipple, I swear I thought I saw angels. His hands reach behind me as he unclasped my bra, and in an instant it was gone.

"Take. Off. Your. Clothes." I said firmly.

I heard him chuckle as his heat momentarily left me. I wasn't having that at all, but I guess it was necessary for the special delivery to show itself.

When he was completely bare for me, my foot held him still at his chest.

"Wait. Let me just have a moment here. I want to look at you."

He was... there were no words. I mean, he had a "V" at his pelvis, people.

Edward naked, with glasses on.

That's all I'm gonna say.

When my eyes met his mischievous ones he grinned and wrapped his hand around my ankle.

"I think these need to come off to, don't you agree?" He said, toying with the hem of my jeans.

"By all means, be my guest," I replied with a breathy tone. I sounded like a whore, I'm sure.

Edward's hands traveled up my legs and thighs as he crawled...no... slinked his way towards me, like a hungry tiger ready to pounce.

Oh, geez, I was going to come before all of this was over.

I closed my eyes when I felt his hot mouth on my tummy, making its was below my belly button as I heard the unzipping of my jeans. I relished in the feel of his hands pushing the waistband down.

"Oh, shit."

He stopped. Oh, why did he stop?

I opened my eyes and lifted my head.

Edward was staring, slack-jawed, at my panties.

My Superman panties.

"Did you...uh, are these for me?" He gulped loudly, still staring at the "S".

"Well, they're my panties, but yeah... I kind of wore them for you," I said, sheepishly.

He mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't make out and then dove right in.

I gasped when his groan vibrated against my... "S", the heat of his breath causing me to lose focus. His hands grabbed onto my hips and ass, his fingers hooking themselves into the edge of my panties.

"I almost don't want to take them off, this is fucking awesome," he mumbled.

I giggled, amused by his boyish wonder and his geekish tendencies.

"Well, you're going to have to, because I'm about to combust here," I replied.

More giggling ensued before he slid the blue material down my legs and threw them over his shoulder. When he spread my legs and tasted me...

Yeah... no one was laughing.

"Oh, good GOD! I love that!" I squeaked.

And do I really have to describe how good he was at this?

His finger and his tongue... marvelous things. MARVELOUS.

His spectacled gaze locked on me as he went to town down there?

Mother. Fucker.

Sadly, it didn't take much to make me scream his name after that image, and as I came down from that truly elevating orgasm, he made his way up my body in a flash.

He looked down on me with a gaze so intense, I thought he would burn a hole right through me it was so hot.

He lowered his lips onto my collarbone as my fingers found his glorious hair, and I could feel the tip of him slide up and down my clit. My breath caught and I wanted more.

So much more.

He never lifted his head as I heard the drawer of his nightstand open and close. The foil was torn open and I had the honors of gliding the condom on, taking advantage of the moment to stroke him a few times. He nipped at my nipple, eliciting another squeak.

"God, I could listen to that sound all day," he murmured against my skin.

I was too revved up for a response.

He entered me slowly, allowing me time to adjust.

And boy, did I need to adjust.

"You okay?" Edward whispered in my ear, his hand rubbing my waist down to my hip and back again. He was the sweetest.

"Mmhmm," I nodded.

When I opened my legs a little wider and shifted my hips just a tad, I saw stars. The really good kind.

"Oh! Fuck me..."

"That's the plan," he responded playfully before pulling out slightly and pushing back in.

The rhythm of our movements increased soon after and we were lost.

"Bella, damn... You feel... so... fucking good... you don't know..." He panted with each thrust.

"God..." I was climbing... climbing...

"I've had dreams about this, you know? Us like this... shit... so good... so much better than the dream," he said as his speed increased.

"Fuck! Edward... I'm... I'm..."

"Damn..."

"Touch me!"

His fingers immediately moved between us to rub my clit until I climbed so high there was no other way but down... down... down...

"Edward, Oh, God... I'm gonna come..."

"Yes... come... come for me, Bella..."

And I fell.

A fucking out-of-body experience.

A few more seconds of erratic thrusting and Edward was falling too.

His weight on top of me was something I would never tire of, of that, I'm sure.

The silence between us was heaven, coupled with his sweet tiny kisses on my shoulder.

We leveled out after a few more seconds and he slowly rolled over, taking me with him by my waist until we were on our sides facing each other.

His glasses were once again askew and fogged up. Nothing sexier.

His eyes had once again grown intense with some unnamed emotion. Green like sea glass.

"I'm buying you every other superhero panties I can find online," he declared, as we both drifted into quiet sleep.


A/N: So there.

I'll be in bed, wishing I could smoke.

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