Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga and all respective characters, names and related details are the property of Stephenie Meyer, Little Brown publishers and Summit Entertainment. I may or may not be the freak who conjured up the rest of the story...
Warning: Anyone in the mood for 7-Up? Here's some lemon and lime!
Approx: 6 Pages/ 2,730 Words
CHAPTER 37: ALWAYS YOURS
We were awakened abruptly when a screeching blonde Amazon came barging into our room. I pulled the sheets up to my shoulders as Edward bolted up, immediately ready to defend me from the intruder.
Rosalie rushed around the bed to shove her hand in Edward's face. "Are you responsible for this?" She demanded, her fingers fisted tightly around what looked like a letter and an envelope. I rubbed my hand over my face to clear my drowsy haze.
Ali stood in our doorway in her yoga clothes. "Sorry, guys, I tried to stop her but it was like trying to stop a freaking runaway train!"
Jasper leaned against the doorframe behind his pixie, chewing on a granola bar casually. "This should be interesting."
"Rosie, what the hell is going on?" I roared.
"Let him answer the question, Bella. Did you, or did you not do this?" She thrust the crumpled paper closer to his face.
I got up on my knees, prepared to pummel the blonde bombshell if she came any closer to my man, clothes be damned, but Edward reached out to calm me. "It's okay, baby. Rosalie, I will gladly answer you if you would be so kind as to show me what 'this' is."
She loosened her grip, allowing him to take the papers for a closer look. His eyes twinkled and the corner of his mouth pulled up slightly as he read.
"Hey guys! What'd I miss?" Emmet pushed in between Alice and Jasper and walked across my room, shoving our clothes and bag on the floor so that he could plop into the seat in the corner, making himself right at home.
Edward looked up from the black text, appearing absolutely bewildered as he turned his gaze back on Ro. "Yes…I wrote it. I'm sorry, but did I do something wrong?"
I tensed as Rose lunged at him, then gasped when…she hugged him! "Edward! Thank you so very, very much! You're a fucking genius! Boy, did Dorothy hit the jackpot when she found you!"
Edward paled as Rosie threw herself at him, shocked beyond words. Then, as she continued to ramble on, his lips pulled into a satisfied grin. He patted her on the back as she continued to babble his praises. "Um, Rosalie, I'm glad that you like what I've done, but would you mind letting go? I'm kind of naked under these sheets and this is just a little awkward."
"Oh!" Ro jumped back, finally establishing some sense of decorum.
"Jesus! You're naked again?" Jasper admonished. "Don't you own any clothes, man!" He turned to Alice with a look of dismay. "It's like watching an episode of Wild Kingdom!" He bit into his granola bar and stalked away, feigning disgust.
I was too distracted to be amused. "Would someone care to explain to me what the hell is going on?" Rosie rounded the bed back to my side, sitting on top of the sheets beside me.
"What's going on…" she began excitedly as she handed me the rumpled paper, "…is that your boyfriend wrote to Simon Cowell and sent him a copy of our cd! He told them about Bree, Bella. He told him how much our music meant to her and how you gave up your big break to be by her side. Guess what? He liked our cd! He wants to send a representative from FanFare Records to come out and hear us play! Can you believe it?" Rosalie was bouncing on the bed, barely able to contain her excitement as she grabbed me up in a tight embrace.
When she released me, Emmet was standing by her side, pulling a folded envelope out of his back pocket and holding it out for me as well. "I got one too, except mine is far cooler because it's from Gene Simmons from KISS. Did you know he has his own label?"
I heard Ali scream from the living room before she raced back into our room. "It's from Ellen Degeneres! She's interested in possibly signing us to ElevenEleven Records! And Jazz got a letter from Justin Timberlake saying that JayTee Records is always looking for artists with heart."
"But I'm not showing it to you until you all put some damn clothes on, for God's sake!" Jasper bellowed from the kitchen.
I turned to Edward who was positively beaming with satisfaction. "When did you do all of this?"
"Sunday."
"Oh my God, that's what you were doing while I stayed here all day feeling miserable?"
He placed his hand on my cheek. "I'm sorry, that's why it took me so long. I had to look up all of the contact information – I wanted to make sure I wrote to labels that I thought would sympathize with what you did. Then, I had to type the letters and run them to the post office for express mail. I didn't realize I'd lost my phone until I met up with Aro that night." He shrugged.
I wound my arms around his neck, kissing him passionately.
"Ew!" Rosie screeched.
Ali waved her arms like an air traffic controller signaling for Ro and Em to evacuate. "Okay everybody, that's our cue to leave."
She peeked back into the room once more before closing the door. "You have an hour before you have to meet us at Jazz's place to prepare for the press conference tonight. However, I'll keep them busy for an extra thirty minutes, if I have to." She winked, pulling the door closed behind her.
I peppered him with kisses. "You wonderful," (kiss) "magical," (kiss) "fantastic," (kiss) "mystical," (kiss) "incredible man! How in the world do you do it?"
He smiled as I lavished my attentions all over his face. "It's easy. I owe it all to my girlfriend."
I hugged him fiercely, wanting to climb into his soul if it was at all possible. "Edward?" I asked between my kisses.
"Yes Bella?"
"I'm not sleepy anymore." I ran my hand down his body.
He gave me that dreamy little sideways smirk of his. "Me neither."
I straddled his body, loving the feel of his masculine strength between my legs. "Close your eyes." I instructed. He laid back against the plump pillows, his eyes drifting softly closed. I ran my hands over his tight abdomen, up over the defined lines of his chest. "You want to know what my three favorite places are on your magnificent body, Edward?
He smiled lazily. "Tell me."
I pouted, even though he couldn't see me. "Oh, now what would be the fun in that? I'd rather demonstrate…" I slid my fingers around his neck, stroking the tense muscles beneath the skin. "I love your neck and throat. It's so long and elegant. I could spend eternity just sucking on it." He started to open his eyes and I traced my hands over his face, softly skimming my fingertips over his eyelids to keep them closed. "Uh-uh-uh, naughty boy. I told you to close your eyes." He smiled, remembering the way he had tortured me last night.
"As I was saying, I love your neck and throat, but I also love your broad shoulders and muscular arms." My hands massaged over his shoulders, straying over his taut biceps and forearms. "So strong and manly. I love the way the muscles in your arms flex and ripple as you wrap them around me, or the way they tremble when you're getting lost inside of me."
He ran his tongue over his lips and the moisture started to build between my thighs.
My palms wandered back over his torso. "And the definition in your chest and stomach…the way your smooth, hot flesh molds to the hard muscle beneath…you're breathtaking, Edward. Absolute, manly perfection." I watched in awe as his muscles contracted beneath my touch, fascinated at the many ways I had already memorized his body's reactions to me.
I leaned forward, my breasts grazing his chest, my groin aligning with his stiff erection. "But those are not my three favorite places." I licked up along his jaw, loving the feel of the rough stubble that was starting to grow there. His jaw tightened as I expected it would, and I sucked on the corner of it, just below his ear. "This, Edward. This tender spot right here." I nipped at him. "This is spot number one." He groaned as I continued to lick and suck and tease.
I skimmed my nose along his throat to the hollow below his Adam's apple. "And I love the way this spots fits my lips perfectly. See, baby?" I planted a soft, sensual kiss, feeling his Adam's apple bob as he struggled to swallow. I licked at the hollow once more before sliding down his body, bringing my face near his crotch.
"But the piece de resistance, my love…the most sensual, erotic, provocative part of your body that drives me absolutely insane with lust are these little indentations right here." I ran my fingers from his hips, down the channels that flowed to his groin. I brought my face down to his hip, sucking just over the bone before tracing my tongue down the line, stopping to bite where the indentation ended just before his cock.
Before I knew it, he flipped us around so that I was now on my back with my head near the footboard and he was on top of me. "That's interesting, but now it's my turn. Close your eyes." I giggled, but did as I was told.
His fingers traced over the curves of my face, tracing my bottom lip before his palm slid over my exposed throat. "Of course, like any man, I'm mesmerized by the beautiful swell of your breast, fascinated by the way your nipples flush pink and tight with your desire." He accentuated this with a gentle kiss on each of my peaks.
I could feel him ease off of me, backing up towards the head board. He lifted my left leg so that my foot rested on his shoulder. He kissed the inside of my knee, his lips and tongue exploring higher up my thigh as he talked. "And I could spend hours commenting on these long, sensual legs of yours." He wrapped his hands around my ankle, massaging upward until he reached my thigh before laying my leg back down.
His fingers curved around my waist, his broad hands nearly meeting in the middle. "Then there's this tiny waist and these gorgeous hips of yours that hammer me with desire whenever you do that little sway of yours." His tongue dipped into my navel. "But although all of those are worthy of my every attention, they are not my favorites."
His fingers traced along my collar bone. "This elegant curve right here – the way your soft, delicate skin smooths over it like satin over glass – this is my first favorite place." He scraped his teeth over my right clavicle before enveloping the gentle bite mark with his lush, wet lips.
He wrapped his hands around my right arm, working his way down to my wrist, pulling my hand up in front of him. "Your hands are my second favorite spot. To be able to feel the beating of your precious heart just beneath the skin." He licked along my wrist. "Knowing the incredible pleasure that your palms can provide." He kissed the center of my hand provocatively. "The paradox of these tiny fingers that can whisper faintly over my skin or claw and grab viciously at my hair in the throws of passion." He kissed each of my fingertips. "Your hands fascinate me."
He leaned over me, bringing his lips to my ear. "But you'll need to roll over for my third favorite spot." I shivered in anticipation, waiting for him to pull his weight off of me so that I could obey.
He massaged my shoulders and arms, pushing and pulling and kneading his way down my back, chasing all of the tension and knots away. "But my sweet, beautiful, incredible lover" - he bathed me in velvet – "my absolute favorite part is this dip right here." His lips parted as he blew hotly against the small of my back.
I arched into the bed as his hands continued caressing and stroking further down, his fingers now working on my ass and hips. "This little spot is so fragile and feminine. That first night, when I held you in front of that mirror…when you fell apart in my arms…this was the spot that pressed eagerly against me. Whenever I've guided you into a room or ushered you to a seat, this is the spot that my hand rests upon, always leaving me fascinated by the fact that you – a goddess on earth – are willing to follow my lead. This is where my fingers prod when I draw you closer to me and you pull me deep inside your body. Through good and bad, in lust and in love, this is where you've stored my heart."
He licked up from the top of my crack, over the dip he so very loved, before sucking deeply and marking me as his. I'd never had a hickey before – for all intensive purposes, I'd thought they were childish – but I felt an uncanny sense of pride as he claimed me.
I felt wanted.
I could feel his weight shift on the bed as he sat back on his feet, spreading my legs on either side of him. With the heel of one hand on my newly acquired mark, he slipped his other hand around my waist and pulled my hips upward, his fingers pushing downward on my back so that my ass was now up in the air and my head was resting on my arms against the bed.
He kept one hand in place on the small of my back as the other hand slid up my side and over my shoulder blade so that he was now gripping my shoulder. The bed shifted under him once more as he rose onto his knees, pulling me backwards to meet his hips.
"Ooooooooooh…" I moaned as he slid his full length deep inside of me.
"Who's making love to you, Bella?" He crooned in crushed velvet as he pulled out of me.
"You are, Edward." He plunged back into me, rocking my body with the force.
"And who do you love?" In this angle, I could feel every vein in his dick throbbing against my slick walls as he pulled back out.
"You Edward. Only you!" I gasped with the force of his thrust.
"Who do you belong to?" As he pulled back out, his voice had deepened to that husky leather that made me melt.
"I belong to you, baby. Everything I am belongs to you!"
"Ugh!" he groaned as he shoved hard inside of me. "And who am I?" He was reduced to gravel as I tightened around his retreating cock.
I looked back over my shoulder, my eyes burning with a primal, territorial need. "You're mine." I growled fiercely. "You are mine, Edward!"
He pounded into me, our bodies slapping against each other from our urgent, animalistic need.
He held my shoulder down, pressing on the small of my back, causing me to arch my body further so that he could drive against my g-spot hard and fast. "You're mine!" I yelled, spurring him farther towards our angry climax.
"Take me Edward! Make me yours! I'll never need anyone but you!"
He rumbled from deep in his chest, surprising me when he slapped my ass. "You're mine Bella! Do you hear me! No other man will ever fucking touch you! You're mine!"
My ass stung, but I liked it. "Again!" I pleaded.
His hand came down again as he began chanting "Mine!" with every quickening thrust.
I rocked my hips, eagerly meeting him thrust for thrust. "Yours Edward! Always yours!"
White flowers burst behind my lids as the fire consumed my entire body. He groaned as he came, spreading his hot love deep within me. My legs quivered and my pussy trembled with overwhelming pleasure. He wrapped one arm around my waist, showering my back with kisses as his other hand rubbed soothingly against my enflamed backside. "Yours Edward. Always yours." I repeated as we collapsed back onto the bed, side by side.
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