Chapter 9: Fantasy
"Drum roll, please!" Bella yelled, bringing me out of my rhapsodical trance. We had been simply relaxing for hours, now. Not saying anything, just content to lay and be after days of endless love making.
"For what?" I had this goofy, lovestruck grin permanently plastered on my face. Most of my time these days was spent smiling. It wouldn't have been possible for me to do anything but, living in a permanent state of paradise. In fact, I was very nearly positive that in the past two months I had never once stopped smiling. That is, unless my lips were preoccupied with other matters.
"Give me the drumroll and you'll find out, won't you?" She was also smiling, love drunk and as close to being sated as she ever could be. Truth was, she would always want more. The good thing about that is, so would I.
I sighed, but did as I was told. I always did what she told me. I felt quite silly, laying on my stomach in the bed, beating my hands against the bed in rapid succession to initiate the drumroll she so desperately wanted.
"It is time…" She said ominously. "To go home."
I stopped banging on the bed and looked at her with one eyebrow raised. "Already?"
"What do you mean already? We've been here two and a half months. Your eyes aren't even red anymore. Well, mostly anyways. Shame, too. They were sexy that way."
"I can always chomp on a few humans if it turns you on so much," I teased. It was true, my eyes had faded to a strange, muddy, chocolate-cherry sort of color. Bella's were still just as bright crimson as the day she had been turned, though, so I shared her sentiments with just how sexy they could be.
Bella ran her fingers lazily up and down my spine, making me tingle in the most exciting way and I actually found myself purring, of all things. We never stopped touching each other in some fashion, like two magnets pulled together by an invisible force. "Now you and I both know that's not what I meant. I like your amber eyes, too," she stated quietly.
I lifted up on my side long enough to pull her down to lay next to me, resting my hand on her bare hip and kissing her temple. "I know that, love. But really? You're ready to go home?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," She sighed. "I guess I miss everyone. I'm sure they miss us too."
Alice and Emmett had both been texting me non-stop (one delivering much more vulgar sentiments than the other), Esme and Carlisle called weekly to tell us to take all the time we wanted, but also hinting that they were eager for us to be home. I took Rosalie's silence to mean she was still livid, and Jasper had never caught up with technology but always sent his love through Alice. Bella was right, they missed us. I missed them too, I supposed. Besides, as much as I enjoyed being greedy with "Bella 2.0" as she called herself, I was a little anxious to show her off. I was so proud of her I couldn't contain myself, and I needed the world to know that somehow, some way, she is mine. All mine. Part of me longed to see the jealousy in other men's eyes when they saw me with her. Jacob Black, in particular, though I still didn't know if we would be running into him or what that would mean.
Adding another factor to our bid for home, there was the fact that two weeks after her change, Bella had finally called her parents. Both of them commented on how different she sounded but she blamed it on a new phone and the distance. They accepted the explanation without question because, really, she sounded happy and what kind of parents would they be if their first conclusion to explain away her tinkling tones was that their daughter was a vampire? Still, she had mentioned a few times about wanting to see them and I was still firmly on the "no-way-in-hell" side of that particular debate. We had avoided the discussion since there was no real point in it quite yet, but if we were heading home, that would be looming on my horizon. She didn't understand that she was just too new. She hadn't even been around humans yet, except for the ones that delivered our meals every five days, and even then she no longer would go out and greet them, preferring to stay further away.
Which brought me to another thought. How was I going to get her back? She couldn't be on a plane for an extended period of time yet. Not with just me to hold her back if she had a lapse. Not when I was nowhere near as strong as her any longer since her blood was mostly out of my system now. Again, it was something that I hadn't bothered to dwell much on until I needed to, and apparently that time had come.
"Penny for your thoughts, husband?" I really, truly, would never get tired of hearing her say that.
"Just thinking about the logistics of it, that's all." Mostly all. I didn't need a newborn temper tantrum on my hands if we were about to be leaving, no matter how much fun the aftermath could be.
"I don't know why you're bothering. Your sister has a plan already, I'm sure."
"Hm, yes. That's what I'm afraid of."
"Afraid? Why?"
I raised my eyebrow. "Well, she has unconventional ways of solving problems, doesn't she?" Alice had kept to her promise about ensuring deliveries every five days, but the deliveries weren't always cats. Actually, it had never been the same animal twice. Apparently she wanted Bella to taste everything the world had to offer, or something like that. There had even been giraffes and elephants involved. It had been...a unique situation to say the least.
"Ah, yes, the many flavors of the animal kingdom...who would have thought giraffes would be so nasty?" She wrinkled her nose at the thought, causing me to laugh.
That blasted phone was ringing again. Stupid psychic.
I grabbed it from the bedside table, not even bothering to check the display to see who was calling. "Hello, Alice."
"Edward! Hey! Sorry, I would have called you sooner but I, uh, I was busy."
"Gross, Alice."
"Oh, you're one to talk! Anyways, I'm so glad you're finally coming home! I cannot wait to see Bella! And you, of course."
"We're not coming home just yet. We need to make sure it's safe first. I was hoping you could help us with that."
"Oh, it will be fine. Don't worry. She does great with the delivery crew! But, since you love to worry so much, I already bought out a whole plane, with only the pilots and the flight attendants to be concerned about."
Bella shot up, her eyes wide. "She booked a whole plane? What?!"
I looked at her knowingly, mouthing the word "unconventional" to her. "Wouldn't it be easier to just charter a private jet? Then there would only be the pilots to worry about, and they could be shut firmly in the cockpit," I suggested to Alice over the phone.
"Hm, okay." She paused in that freaky way that let me know she was reaching into the future for answers. "As long as she is well fed, I don't see the problem with that. There was a delivery tomorrow anyways, but I'll have to let them know to switch it up."
"Why, exactly, would you have to do that?"
"Well, I want her to eat well, so there's not really room for more experimentation is there?"
I sighed. "And what was the original delivery for?"
"I went with a sampling of Australian cuisine this time. Kangaroo, some dingos, and some Tasmanian Devils."
"That sounds disgusting. Stick to cats, please. She really liked the puma and it'll likely be awhile before she gets another one."
Alice sighed. "Fine, but you take all of the fun out of this for me."
"I am sorry I'm coming between you and this strange smorgasbord of yours," I grinned in amusement.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll make the calls and text you with the arrangements. Enjoy your last day in paradise! Everyone is excited to have you back but Rose. She's gonna be a handful." Something in her tone told me that she was hiding something. I got the gut feeling that if I were able to hear her thoughts I would get nothing but the sounds of her translating the Magna Carta into Egyptian hieroglyphics or some sort of other strange distraction. No matter, I was too enamored in our newlywed bliss to be that concerned about it just yet.
"I would expect nothing less, of course."
As soon as the call ended, Bella was speaking again. "Rose is still mad?"
I gave her a dark look and sighed. "Of course, it's Rose. Like I said, she'll get over it. Just not before she throws her little temper tantrum. She's probably already taken it out on my car." I shuddered at the thoughts I had seen in her head the first time I pissed her off in regards to Bella. My beautiful Aston Martin, crumpled and burning. At the time I told her to go ahead, that it was just a toy, and that had been and still was true. In the grand scheme of things, it was replaceable. That didn't change the fact that it would still sting to see it destroyed.
"That's not very nice. You didn't even do anything wrong."
I glared at her, unable to hide my chagrin that she still didn't understand the gravity of what I had done to her. "Yes, I did."
"Shut up, you did not. And even if you possibly did, it's none of her damn business anyhow."
Using the tips of my fingers, I brushed the hair out of her eyes, kissing her. "Let's not worry about that just now, alright? I don't want a fight on our last day here."
"I wasn't going to fight," she looked down, chewing on her lip.
"I know that, love. But we have plenty of time to worry about all of that later." Something hung in the air between us, and I did not like it one bit. Some dark cloud had drifted over our metaphorical sunny day and I was not about to let my vain, self centered sister be the reason this last day was anything but completely magical.
"Bella, I want you to do something for me." I said softly.
Her eyes snapped up to look at me while I slowly sat up from the bed, turning so my back was leaning against the crumbling headboard. I pulled the sheet over my lower half, only to eliminate any further distractions for the time being. Then, I gently grabbed Bella's arm and pulled her so she was sitting on my lap. I took my time running my fingers along her collarbone, up her neck, along her jawline. Feather light touches that sent electricity through the both of us.
The whole time we had been here we kept saying how we had time. Suddenly that was running out, and it made me a little melancholy.
"Tell me your fantasies, my love." My voice was soft, as light as my touches on her skin. But they were also commanding. I wasn't asking her a question.
Her crimson eyes widened, glaring directly into mine. She almost looked scandalized, and I would have felt bad for causing such an emotion but we were husband and wife, after all. I was the only person in the world that got to share these things with her. I craved for her to tell me everything she ever wanted, and I yearned to satisfy every single one of those fantasies. I had good intention to check at least a few off of the list in the next 24 hours or so.
"Fantasies? What do you mean?" She asked me incredulously.
"You know exactly what I mean. Sexual fantasies, Bella. Tell me everything, any thought that has ever crossed your mind." I meant that in regards to any sinful daydreams she may have ever had, but heaven knew it was the truth when it came to all of her thoughts.
"I don't have any fantasies."
"Pardon my French, love, but bullshit." For some reason every time I cursed- except in the throes of passion of course- it always made her giggle, but I quite think I had shocked her with my choice of conversation topic enough that it didn't faze her this time.
She gave an embarrassed sigh. "Well, I guess the first time we hunted here on the island was really hot. With all the blood and my instincts going all crazy. And I really, really like when you talk to me. And when you take control…" her voice trailed off and the scent of arousal started to fill the room.
"Did I ask you what you enjoyed about our time together? No, darling, I want you to tell me what you want to do. Things we haven't done. Don't you know I just want to give you everything you desire?" My fingers ran through her hair, so soft and silky, pulling it all to fall down her back and ran my fingers down her spine.
"I can't think about anything when you keep doing things like that."
I pulled both hands back, holding them up in surrender. "Alright, love, but you should know the sooner you tell me what goes on in that mysterious brain of yours the sooner I can start making them happen."
"Edward, I really don't know of any-"
I cut her off immediately. "Isabella Marie Cullen, you have been pleading for me to take you to bed practically since the first time we kissed. I've spent countless nights watching you beg for my touch in your sleep. I have caught the aroma of you getting wetter in between your thighs at every touch I've delivered. And, I've watched you stare into space and lose yourself while some scenario played out in your head that drove me absolutely mad with the need to hear it. Please, love. I'm the one begging you now. Tell me what you think about when you think about me."
"Well that's an entirely different request altogether. I think lots of PG-rated things when I think about you. Like how I-" My finger on her lips stopped her in her tracks. She was beginning to agitate me.
"I don't want PG. I want R. Maybe even X."
She sighed heavily. "I show you mine if you show me yours?"
"That seems like a moot point considering we both have seen literally every inch of each other, don't you think?"
Bella shook her head. "No, I mean...I'll tell you one of my fantasies if you tell me one of yours."
"That seems fair. But I'm going to need a lot more than one."
"Well then you're going to have to give more than one," She said with a shrug.
"Okay, go on then."
"You first."
"Bella."
"Fine, fine!" She resumed chewing on her lip. "Promise not to judge?"
"I promise."
"So, um, I always wanted to try some role-playing maybe?" She stated it as if it were a question.
"Any particular scenario you would want to act out?"
"Vampires…"
My eyebrows nearly flew up into my hairline. "Mission accomplished, love."
She waved her hand. "No, no. I mean, obviously. But...before...when I was human...I always would imagine you cornering me in an alleyway or hunting me in a night club and taking me. Mainly drinking my blood, but other things as well of course. And since I've been changed and that particular fantasy isn't a deathwish, maybe we could act it out?"
I mulled the thought over, nodding slowly while a smirk played on my lips. "Always so careless with your own self-preservation. It makes perfect sense. Okay, noted. Next, please."
"Nice try. Your turn."
"Alright. In the car."
"Aston Martin or Volvo?"
"They are both useful for very different things."
"Clarify that, please."
I resisted the urge to grab onto her and pull her close. To whisper in her ear all the terrible things I wanted to do to her and with her, both in the cars and out. I was enjoying this conversation far too much to get distracted. "Well, you see, the Aston Martin isn't that big on the inside. Not much room to move around. And while I'm sure that we are perfectly capable of managing, I would much rather use that one for when you go down on me while I'm driving." Bella's eyes widened yet again and I resisted the urge to laugh. It was strange to me that she could be so open with me physically but when it came down to saying or hearing the words, it...well, it didn't bother her per say. That much was very apparent. But she did struggle with it.
"And the Volvo?"
"It's pretty evident, don't you think? It is not so small on the inside." All of a sudden I couldn't stand my hands not being on her in some fashion, but I attempted to keep it chaste and just rested one hand lazily on her thigh. She looked at it as if it were burning her, which was very likely the case. "Your turn," I whispered, reveling in the reactions I was able to draw from her with a simple touch.
"Total domination. You controlling me in every way, me not being allowed to say no. Making me a slave to your every desire…" Her voice was low, almost a purr, and her hand came up and rested on my chest, setting me alight as well.
Vixen. Minx. Harlot. I loved it.
"Total submission." I stated simply.
"Yes, I would submit to you."
"I didn't say you would be the one submitting."
A saw a flash of confusion cross her eyes. "What?"
"That's my next fantasy. Submitting to you. You are so strong, and confident, and beautiful, that I would be honored to be subject to your every whim."
She took in a sharp inhale of a breath she didn't need. "Oh."
"Yes...oh." My thumb ran back and forth across the creamy skin of her thigh. "Next, please."
"Edward, I don't think I can talk about this anymore." Her hand slid lower, her head leaned in for a kiss, but I stopped her with a firm grip on her wrist.
"You can, and you will. I need to hear this. To see into that beautiful mind of yours. Please." I was simultaneously demanding and pleading.
She nodded. "Okay, but you owe me."
"I'll give you the world."
The corner of her lips tipped up with a smile. "I've thought it would be fun to...to make a video together."
Dear lord, how did she manage to keep surprising me so? "A video?" She nodded. "And do what with it?"
"Well, watch it. But only the two of us, we wouldn't show anyone or anything." She scrunched her nose up, showing that good old aversion to anyone knowing that, gasp, Edward and Bella have sex! Not that I particularly wanted a video in circulation.
I chuckled a bit. "Okay then. I want to watch you."
"You watch me all the time. Watch me do what?"
"Touch yourself. I seem to remember very vividly a sweet little human Bella doing such a thing, right out there, before riding me." I pointed out to the deck as I spoke. "But to watch you touch yourself now, when you are so much more sensitive to stimulation...well, it would be quite pleasing, to say the least."
"I get it. The feeling is mutual on that one."
"Really?"
"Yes. I've never seen anyone...do that. I think it would be very sexy to watch you come and know that I did it without me even having to touch you. Have you ever done that before?"
I knew exactly what she was asking me but the sadist in me wanted her to say it. "Do what?"
She sighed. "You know what."
"I swear I don't." I said facetiously.
"Masturbate. Particularly while thinking of me, but I guess any other time too."
"Yes, I have." The look on her face was sad, I knew her well enough to know this silly girl actually thought that I had ever fantasized about anyone but her, and I immediately regretted not clarifying the second the words left my lips. "But not until I met you. I needed some sort of release or I was going to wind up losing control with you. I never had the desire before."
"When?"
"You're deflecting, but I suppose since you're mostly cooperating I will indulge you. Most of the time it was at home, in the privacy of my bedroom, on the rare occasions we were apart. Sometimes it was while you showered," I groaned, remembering all too vividly the amount of strength all those nights took, "Bella, you have no idea how hard it was to know there was only a wall separating me from you, and that you were completely naked. It was even harder once you became so vocal about how willing you were." She was back to biting her lip now, attempting to practice some of her restraint. "And sometimes, and I'm sad to admit this one, I would do it from the rocking chair in your room while I watched you sleep. Only when you were having those particularly tempting dreams that I mentioned earlier. It took everything in me not to reach out and give you exactly what you wanted."
"You could do that right now. Give me what I want, I mean."
"Almost, love. Almost. I'm sure you can feel how eager I am to have you." Her buttocks was pressed right against the marble hard, throbbing member, after all. "Shall we try a lightning round?"
She laughed a bit and nodded. "Candle wax being dripped on me."
"Making you wear a vibrator in public that I have the controller to."
"Oh, that's just not nice." She was smiling, but she also looked scared. Then again, scary could be just as fun sometimes. "On our table in the biology classroom."
"On my piano."
"In our meadow."
"On the hood of either of the cars, I'm not picky on that part."
"Nice try. You already used cars."
"Fine. I can go all day, as I'm sure you're well aware. Tying you up."
"I can't believe we haven't done this already, but sixty-nine."
Every time we traded our little secrets the invisible band that stretched between us grew tighter and tighter. Any second it was going to snap and there would be no more talking. "I want to see you in a pair of heels and some stockings." I practically growled. "Maybe you could even have some pictures taken for me. You know, so I don't forget…" I teased, both of us knowing full well that our perfect memory would never allow such a thing. Not to mention I could never forget the sight of her in any sort of lingerie, even if it was destined only to wind up shredded.. "There, I gave you two."
"Mmmhm." In a flash she had lifted up, yanked the sheet off of me, and had me straddled. "I absolutely love feeling your venom inside me when you come," she was whispering in my ear with her hands tangled in my hair and I had never heard an angel sound so evil in all my life. "But I would love to feel you come on my face."
I was tired of keeping my hands paralyzed and I brought them up to trace the smooth, curved line of her waist, up to cup both of her breasts, squeezing while I uttered my next request. "I want to know exactly what it's like to fuck every hole in your body. Two of which have been nothing short of heaven to me, but I wonder what that third one must be like."
She let out a whimper, grinding her hips in a circular motion against me. "Actually…" she suddenly seemed a bit hesitant, but eager for more. "I wanted to do the same to you."
I froze for a moment. It had been a century since anything had gone in or out of that particular orifice, and I had never even considered any such thing. Then again, homosexual men seemed to enjoy themselves. I was no homosexual. Hell, I was barely a heterosexual. More of a Bellasexual, if you will. Still, I knew male anatomy and I knew the experience would be pleasurable, and I knew that I would always give Bella everything she ever wanted.
Her voice snapped me out of my reverie, which only lasted a few seconds. "And, I wanted you to fill me up in every way, all at once. This," she ground her hips again, sending me groaning. "In one spot, and something else in the other. I'll leave that up to you to figure out."
I could no longer take it. The feeling of her body pressed flush against mine, her pebbled nipples under my thumbs as I flicked them and watched her cry out, the husky tones of her voice telling me everything she ever wanted me to do to her. It was all just too much and I needed to have her now more than I felt I ever had. We typically didn't do much teasing as of late, so the pressure building in the pit of my stomach and the painful pulsing of my member needed remedied immediately.
"Love, you've given me a lot of work to do here. I think it's time we start checking items off the list, yes?" Some of the items mentioned would require a trip to a certain type of store, and others required restraint I simply was not capable of at the moment. Still, there were a couple of fantasies that I could satisfy easily with the resources at my fingertips.
Bella nodded enthusiastically, desperate as I was for a sense of release. I lifted her up, causing her to whimper, and I used the time to scoot down on the bed so I was laying flat. Then, without giving her any indication of my plan I lifted her up and flipped her over to position her so she was straddling my face instead of my hips and facing towards the foot of the bed.
The hot, wet folds of her center hovered above me, glistening with evidence of her arousal. Not for the first time I marveled at the sight, the beautiful raspberry color stark against the pale white porcelain of her skin. Her sweet, tangy scent wafted over me and I could no longer resist. With my tongue pressed flat I dragged it across her lips, pushing inside from the very top to the very bottom, gathering every drop of her sweet nectar. The flavor reminded me of candy and honey, with just a hinting contrast of sourness that heightened the flavor. I heard her gasp and moan on top of me, and she clenched her thighs and ground into me. It was a very good thing I didn't need to breathe, and I thought briefly that I would likely have to remind her of her strength before this was done.
"Oh," She sighed, catching on to my plan. She leaned down, steadying herself with one hand on the bed next to my hip, the other coming up to grasp onto my shaft, twisting her hand as she stroked up, then back down. I was overcome by the sensations of her body pressed against me, her breasts against my stomach rather than my chest, granting me an absolutely resplendent view of the parts of her body that only I got to see. I processed and memorized every curve of her while I took a few more long drags of her slit. The little valleys where her thighs met her groin, the curvy pout of her swollen lower lips climbing up to the juncture of her front to her back. The tight, pink little pucker of her rectum surrounded by the milky orbs of her behind. My body was an electrical storm of pleasure and emotion and anticipation while I savored her.
The sensation of her warm, wet lips around my member came as a welcome surprise, since I was so lost in my feast that I couldn't see what she was doing. I pressed my mouth firmly over her and flicked my tongue rapidly, applying a sucking pressure to her, simultaneously feeling her thrusting me in and out of her mouth, taking me down to the hilt again and again. She moaned against me and the most delicious vibration shot through my body, which caused a groan in response on my part and set off a chain of both of us eagerly trying to best each other. To see who could make who come first.
It became a game as we both licked, sucked, tasted and teased. Her hands stroked right in time with her mouth and my hands gripped her hips to pull her hungrily into me, then up to her cheeks to spread her wider and run my tongue over the back side of her as well. Our bodies shook and quivered with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through us like the lifeblood that neither of us needed in our veins any longer.
Bella was getting close, wetting my lips and tongue so thoroughly that I almost could not keep up with it. I, too, was very nearly there. I focused my attention on her clitoris, she focused hers on the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge and sucking all at once. Together we crashed, violent waves beating against the hard rocks of each other's bodies, spilling our venom over each other.
The only problem with that was that when she reached her climax, she squeezed her thighs together in what was clearly a reflex. My hands came up to grip into them in an attempt to notify her of the pain she was causing me, but she was too lost riding out her orgasm on my face to notice. I was also surprised to find, however, that the pain caused by her vice-like grip on my skull was turning me on. It wouldn't be a bad way to die, if that was what it came to.
Finally she relaxed, quivering as she came down, and I seized the opportunity. In one swift motion I flipped the both of us over, then rotated myself so we were once again face to face. I hovered above her, growling and grinning all at once. "Bella, love, you really need to learn your strength," I told her.
She smiled at me sheepishly. "Oops? I'm sorry?"
I laughed a bit maniacally. "You're not sorry in the least bit, but you're going to be." My words caused her to bite down on her lip again and I leaned up on my knees to pull her legs up and prop them on either of my shoulders. I turned my head to leave a soft kiss on her ankle, my hands exploring her body.
The soft flesh of her legs slid underneath my fingers, teasing her with the anticipation that this was going to be slow and steady rather than the flash burn of the fire that just consumed us. I wasn't quite ready to slow the inferno just yet, and she had mentioned the prospect of total domination…
I gripped her hips, lifting her lower half up off the bed, and drove myself hard into her. She screamed out, then whimpered when I withdrew myself. "Talk to me, Bella," I told her. Her eyes flew open and she looked up at me, a thrilled sort of trepidation playing on her features.
"I...I don't…" She stuttered.
A snarl rose from my chest and I buried in her and pulled out once more, slow but hard. "Do it or so help me, Bella, I will walk away right now."
"No, please. I can't take that."
"Then do as I say." My eyes were dark, my face twisted into a grimace. This went against the grain of everything I tried to be. There was a part of me that wanted to hand everything to Bella on a silver platter. To never cause her any more fear, or hurt, confusion, or questioning that I hadn't already caused her. But there was a much stronger part of me that wanted to make her submit. To command and take all I wanted from her. And that part of me got along very well with this part of her that needed me to take control.
Her eyes were still darting up to my face, down to my manhood, just an inch away from entering her again. Back and forth. God, how I needed to hear what she was thinking!
My hand flew up to her throat, gripping it as I looked directly into her eyes. I had a fleeting thought that I needed to ease up, that I was going to suffocate her, ingrained from two years of controlling myself, but it quickly flew right out of my thoughts as quickly as it had entered. "God damnit, Bella, fucking talk to me!"
She looked scared. No, not scared...thrilled. Fuck, she was loving every second of this.
Her face twisted into a side of my wife that I had never seen before. And believe me, I had seen many many different sides of her. Her eyes were wide but bright with anticipation, her lips turned up in this dark smirk that almost said 'go ahead, I dare you,'. Oh, she never ceased to amaze me.
"Edward, fuck me. Fuck me until I can't remember my own name. I want you to make me come until I don't even know what planet I'm on any more, and then I still don't want you to stop." Her voice was pure sex, dripping with raw unbridled passion, and I made a noise somewhere between a growl and a moan as I thrust into her yet again. "Mmmm, yeah, like that. Fuck, you feel so good."
Such a beautiful angel saying such vile, nasty things. It was doing things to me that I couldn't describe. Mortals got this all wrong. All the books ranted and raved if spine tingling and toe curling, but this was always so different. So much more. Then again, words hadn't been created to describe this level of ecstasy and exhilaration. It was as if every atom of my body buzzed and burned with a need to be one with her, a need to to need, if that made any sense.
Bella never stopped talking. Flood gates had been opened, both physically and metaphorically. She begged, she pleaded. She told me how big I was, how full I made her feel, how she loved everything I did to her. She swore and screamed and begged some more.
All while I pounded with every ounce of my strength. The sounds coming out of me were simply 'other'. Animal like grunts and yells and thunderous roars.
"Harder, baby, harder," she begged me. I used my chest to press her legs back, angling myself deeper into her, hitting a new spot in her. I was always finding new spots, somehow. I grasped onto her breasts with both of my hands and used that leverage to pull her to me as I pushed into her. It was the only way I could see to fulfill her wish.
Her head fell back now, a sure sign that she was almost over the edge. "Fuck...Oh god, yes…like that...ahhhh!" Her voice careened into a high song-like note and we both came undone. As I spilled into her I turned my head and sank my teeth into her ankle, just as I heard the ripping of sheets where her hands had been clenching them.
I rode the waves of orgasm along with her, along the way her legs dropping down to my sides, my hands loosening their grip, rubbing gently over all of the areas that I had just been so rough with. I fell on top of her, kissing her breasts, then her chest, up her neck to her lips. My hands traveled up her arms, moving them above her head and the fingers of both of our hands lacing together and holding on tight to our last hours of freedom.
My thrusts and her moans became slower, our lips lazily coming together and pulling apart in pace with our motions. I would never get tired of kissing her. Of making love to her. Of touching her and tasting her and smelling her and possessing her.
"Thank you," I whispered against her lips, in between kisses. Our rocking together was slow now, like a boat floating down a lazy river.
"Mmmm, for what?"
"For loving me. For letting me love you. For giving me everything and allowing me to hold the world in the palm of my hands."
"You've got it backwards."
"Do I?" Between our phrases we were still kissing, still rocking.
She nodded. "I never knew what I wanted before you. I always tried so hard to live for everyone else. Then you came along and handed me everything I had never had the courage to dream for. Let me spend forever making it up to you."
I chuckled. "Ah, my love, you made my life worth living. What more could there be? A few hours ago I was sad that we had to leave. Part of me was afraid we would lose this. But now I see that we never could. We already vowed each other forever, I just think it's time we start living that out."
From the look in her eyes I could tell they were burning with tears that she couldn't shed. Nothing more needed to be said. Nothing more would be said, until it was time to leave. "Forever." She vowed.
"Forever." I confirmed, and once again we were lost in each other.