DISCLAIMER: This story is a Twilight spin-off/crossover of the movie made for TV in 2000 titled Sex and Mrs. X. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, dialogues, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
CHAPTER FIFTY: Crossing Lines
He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, while he slowly put more of his weight on me. One of his hands came down and touched me softly from the waist and then up to my breast. He pulled away and stared at me, his eyes darkening with desire as they roamed over my curves.
His hands came up and cupped my left breast, weighing it in his palm before brushing his thumbs over the peak causing it to harden even further. I gasped when his lips touched my collarbone and trailed all the way down to my breast.
My back arched as I bowed upward, seeking more of his touch, his tongue, his lips…
A moan poured from me when his lips closed over my nipple, sucking gently. He nipped at the tip, grazing the puckered flesh with his teeth. He then switched to the other breast. I gasped his name, throwing my head back and giving him better access. He plucked softly at my nipple, loving it, while pinching my other one with his fingers.
I ran my hands down his back, reveling in the feeling of the taut muscles and satin skin beneath my hands. I could feel how aroused he was. I rolled my hips, seeking the friction we both needed, and feeling how hot and heavy he was. He left my now hard nipples to kiss me, his tongue delving inside my mouth, claiming me, taking me.
I stroked his chest, and when my fingers ghosted over his nipples, he let out a low groan that became louder when I pinched one. Breaking my mouth away from his, I planted kisses along his jaw and neck as he had done to me. Planting my hands firmly on his chest, I pushed him, until he was the one on his back and I was straddling him. I leaned over him, my hair falling around me like a curtain and brought my lips to his chest.
I licked his small nipple and then blew my breath over it. I was delighted by the moan that I heard coming from Edward. While toying with his nipple, my hand started to wander a bit. I loved the feel of his muscles rippling underneath my touch and I watched as my hand slowly made its way farther south.
My fingers brushed teasingly over the dusting of hair below his bellybutton at the same time he let out a strangled groan. I pulled his boxers down, releasing his hard cock, hearing it slap against his lower abdomen. His cock was long, slightly bigger than Peter's, but what worried me was the girth. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, and my fingers barely covered half of it.
I leaned in and licked the head, then sucked it inside my mouth.
"Christ, Isabella!" moaned Edward, throwing his head back.
I was barely able to suck once, when in less than a second, I was on my back with Edward hovering above me again. He kissed me deeply and passionately, and then he sat back on his knees between my legs. His fingers ran feathery light over the waistband of my panties and down in between my thighs. He fingered my clit over the lace, making me gasp in pleasure.
"Look at me, Bella."
I opened my eyes and looked into his golden ones; they were dark and hooded with lust.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have seen, mon amour. So lovely, so free, so sensitive…."
I moaned when he pulled my panties aside and pushed a finger inside me, his thumb circling and pressing down my clit.
"…so wet and tight..."
He withdrew his finger and I whimpered at the loss. He grabbed the elastic of my panties and pulled them down, ever so slowly, until I was completely bare before him.
"…so stunning... I'm going to worship your glorious body now, Isabella. Every single inch of it."
Edward's mouth descended steadily where his fingers had been. With one hand, he spread me open and he licked from top to bottom, his thumb pressing down on my clit. I couldn't stop the moan from my lips as he pleasured me with his mouth and fingers.
"Oh-Oh, my God! Ed-Edward!" I whimpered.
Edward continued to lick, moving his way up to my clit, sucking and biting down. I moaned in pleasure, bucking my hips into his mouth. My hands went straight to his head, fisting handfuls of his hair and pulling him closer to where I needed him. I was afraid I might've pulled too hard, but the groan he let out let me know he enjoyed it.
Long, talented fingers dipped into my entrance, curling and sending tingling warmth over my body. I was close… so close. My breathing was erratic and my body felt like a live electrical wire. The heat swelled from deep inside and spread all over my body while I gasped and cried in ecstasy, falling victim to his skillful ministrations. He was relentless, his tongue was wicked and his fingers discovered parts inside me that made me see stars.
Just when I was about to fall, he pulled back. I whimpered at the loss, but then cried out when, in one fluid motion he entered me fully, making me scream his name.
"Putain! Il n'y a que toi pour me procurer ces sensations. Seulement toi, mon amour…Tu es tout pour moi."
Our eyes met, pure and unadulterated lust radiating from his golden depths.
"I want to see you come, do not look away," he commands in a gruff voice.
I couldn't speak, I was too far gone.
The pace was hard and steady and I held onto him as tightly as I could, wrapping my legs around him so he could slip deeper inside of me. My nails scraped over his back as he pounded into me with wild abandon, his thrusts were strong enough to make the divan skid across the wooden floor.
Edward's lips were close to mine, sharing our breaths as we panted, lost in our passion. My heart was racing and I almost forgot to breathe, as he licked and sucked on the sensitive skin behind my ear. His cock was hitting all the right spots. My hands grabbed the toned, muscled flesh of his ass as he slid in and out, moans and cries falling from of my mouth.
"Oh! Feels… so good…. Edward! Don't stop!"
"Jamais! Let me… make you… come…"
He hooked one leg onto his elbow, spreading me open. He moved within me using deep strokes, rotating his hips and hitting all the spots inside me that drove me wild. It felt so deep and erotic this way.
"Ce que tu es serrée et étroite, ce que c'est bon de te sentir m'enserrer en toi, ma belle. Je ne pourrai jamais en avoir assez!"
His hands snaked under my shoulders, my knee almost touching my shoulder, and raised me slightly, giving him more leverage to thrust harder and faster. I could feel my climax drawing nearer and nearer. Nonsensical words and sounds fell from my lips as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.
"Let it go, mon amour… give it to me," he begged, panting against my ear. He kissed the top of my right breast and then took my nipple into his mouth and bit down as he pushed deeper inside me.
That was all it took.
I screamed his name as the waves of ecstasy crashed down upon me, my eyes never left his as I rode out the most exquisite sensations. He pushed once, twice and on the third time, threw his head back and came inside me, moaning my name.
"I now know what the French meant with petite mort. You are going to be the death of me, Edward," I breathed into his ear as he collapsed against me, making him chuckle.
He stayed there, still joined together, his face buried between my shoulder and neck for several minutes while we both caught our breath. He pulled out and I whimpered at the loss. He kissed me slowly and picked me up in his arms.
"Come, mon cœur, let us get some rest."
He carried me over to the bed on the other side of the studio. He left me on top of the soft linens as he went to grab a cloth to clean us up. Once clean, he covered us with the bed sheet and pulled me against his chest, tucking my head underneath his chin, his arms wrapping around me in warmth and comfort.
I knew tonight changed everything. I wasn't the same Isabella Swan I was when I got here. I was different. I was finally free and happy. With Edward surrounding me, I felt cared and beautiful, and surprisingly enough, I couldn't believe I was comfortable with how fast things escalated, but everything had just felt right.
The pieces of the puzzle were all starting to fall into place.
I felt complete.
At last.
BETA: Mauigirl60 | PRE-READER: Alterite
CHAPTER SONG: I wrote this chapter while listening to 'Cross the Line' by John Legend.
LINK: youtu. be/hWfLZQGqu-0 [delete the space after the dot]
TRANSLATIONS:
Putain! Il n'y a que toi pour me procurer ces sensations.
Fuck ... Only you make me feel like this.
Seulement toi, mon amour…Tu es tout pour moi.
Only you, my love ... You're everything to me.
Ce que tu es serrée et étroite, ce que c'est bon de te sentir m'enserrer en toi, ma belle.
You feel so fucking tight around me; I cannot get enough of you, my lovely."
Je ne pourrai jamais en avoir assez!
I can never get enough!
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That's all for now, the last ten chapters plus the epilogue will be posted tonight.
Thank you for reading.
~Mina
