A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be fuming over the idiot girl working the cell phone place yesterday. Bullying my 16 year old son into buying a $150 phone and a $100 a month service when he JUST bought his first phone a month ago? Really? Not too bright, deary. I think she saw me fuming in the car... Oh well, he reminded her he's underage and she quickly changed her tune. We won't be going back there. :D
This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. This is one big, long lemon. I always get flustered writing lemons. Not my favorite part of this job. :D
This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. With my hubs are work ALL day, I'm hoping to get a little time with her today... :)
Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. "Do I make you horny? Randy? Do I make you horny, baby, yeah, do I?" :D
**disclaimer **
This story is a bit taboo. For those of you who read these, here's 2000+ words of lemony goodness for you. Now, in the words of Marvin Gaye... "Let's get it on." :D
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… Chapter Forty Two - Weight … Edward …
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The way you look...in that blue shiny thing...your hard nipples making the fabric raise up...it's intoxicating. I could get drunk off just the way you look. I can't even imagine how I'll feel when I touch you...kiss you...taste you.
Your eyes lure me in, telling me it's okay that I want you this way.
Like a chain pulling us together, you step as I step. Again and again until my hands are on your hips, holding you against me.
My cock is so hard. I thought last night was bad. This is agony.
Just before I start, I need to be sure.
"Is this okay? Really? I won't do anything you don't want me to do."
Your smile is glorious, wanting.
"Please, take me, Edward. I'm yours already, and I've waited so long."
My lips are on yours, pushing, sucking, nibbling before our mouths fall open and our tongues begin to swirl. Dance together, just as our bodies are.
I feel you under my hands, the slippery material of your gown revealing the shape of what's underneath. You're just as perfect as I remember. My fingers bunch up the fabric, stretching it tight across your ass.
The need to taste your skin overwhelms me, and my mouth moves, trails hot kisses across your jaw, down your neck, to your shoulder. The bones there are so delicate, so strong. They've held so much weight on them in the past. I want to take that away for you. To make you feel light and unburdened.
The thin strap of your nightie lies across your shoulder, it's easily moved aside by my tongue. As it slips down your arm, the material moves and I can see the swell of your breast. Your nipple still hidden from me.
I know what it looks like, what it feels and tastes like. I saw it just the other night, but this...this is so much better. This is you, showing yourself to me, and just me.
When I watched you dance, it was you, but I could see a mask on your face. You kept the real you separate, hidden. I can imagine you do that every night while you work. The Bella with me now, there's nothing hidden. I see every emotion you're experiencing on your face, in your eyes, through your fingers. I love it.
Your hands hold my neck, my head. Your fingers twist and turn in my hair as you hum, moan. The sounds you make, alone, are enough to get me off. But I won't let that happen. Not when there's so much more of you for me to experience. For me to have.
"Baby, lay me down," you whisper, and I do. Pushing you back to your bed, watching you lie down before me. Your leg lifts up, placing one foot flat on the bed, while the other remains on the floor.
No panties.
Your pussy is glistening, bare, ready.
And I can't keep from diving in. Your hand holds my tie, pulling me toward you. The other hand touches my face, tracing my jaw, before sliding behind my neck. I'm both shocked and not surprised by your next action, as you spread your legs wider and push my waiting lips to your core.
You always loved that. And so did I.
The moan that pours from your mouth is my undoing, and I lick, suck, bite every piece of you. Your taste is exactly as I remember, but so much better.
You push against me, lifting your hips to meet my tongue, my fingers. I can feel you tightening, getting closer. I don't know how long it's been since you had this, but if it's been as long for you as for me, then I won't stop until I hear you screaming my name. Feel you dripping on my tongue.
Your body thrashes, twists and turns on the bed, and I place my hand flat across your stomach, holding you down as my tongue beings to flick your clit, holding it securely in my teeth and humming as I go.
It makes you wild, and your fingers tighten in my hair as your chest rises off the bed.
I'm thankful that the strap I lowered has fallen enough that your tit popped out, is standing where I can see it. The sight of your hardened peak makes me crazy, and I double my efforts, hearing you call my name over and over again.
My fingers feel you tighten ever so slightly as your juices increase. Your back's completely off the bed, and you're grasping at me, trying to find something to hold on to.
After a moment, you let out a deep breath, falling back onto the bed, and I crawl up your body, placing sloppy kisses all over your skin as I push up the nightie with my nose. It's pretty, but not nearly as pretty as your skin.
And I want to see it. Every bare inch of it.
When I lift you up, pulling the fabric from you, you look up at me. Your eyes wide open and overwhelmed.
"Oh Edward, I've missed you so much, baby."
A smirk plays across my face. "Show me."
I stand up next to the bed, slowly unbuttoning my shirt as you sit up, your hands moving to my tie. Loosening it, pulling it from my neck before you reach for my slacks. The belt is soon undone, followed by the button and zipper. My shirt falls to the floor as my pants pool around my feet. Your eyes are instantly drawn to my boxer briefs and the rather large bulge inside of them.
I feel your finger tips, tracing up and down the sides of my cock, outlining the shape, stopping at the tip where the material is now moist, wet from me wanting you.
Your pretty fingernails sneak between my skin and the elastic waistband, pulling down as your eyes glance up to meet mine.
I nod, running my hand over your head and assuring you. I want this.
Once my underwear is gone, down around my ankles, I kick them off to join my shirt and pants. I watch you, your fingers feeling me, sending sparks through my body. Your tongue peeks out to wet your lips, then farther as you take one long, slow lick up my hardness. In the space from base to tip, you completely consume me, leaving not one inch of me that could ever say no to you.
Warmth engulfs me as you take me into your mouth, your tongue swirling around me. Each vein, each ridge, each bump of my dick rejoices in the contact and the wetness. I watch you, bobbing up and down on me, making me feel things I haven't felt in years. Not since the last time we were together, if I'm being honest.
You move up and down, along my length, sucking and licking and humming. A few times I hit the back of your throat, almost losing it. But I hold back, I want more.
When you let go with a pop, licking your lips as you look up at me, I know it's time.
I bend to kiss you. Both of us taste ourselves on the other. A kiss has never tasted so good.
Not since the last time we were like this.
I gently lay you back, laying on top of you. I don't want to crush you, so I move to the side.
Your hands pull me back, grunting as you push me over you.
"What?" I breathlessly ask, only able to pause for a few milliseconds between kisses.
"I want you on me, I want to feel your weight pushing me into the bed, holding me down."
"I don't wanna hurt you, baby."
"You won't. Pin me down, Edward, or else I think I'll fly away."
The look in your eyes is my undoing, and I kiss you with all I have, with every piece of me. My hands are everywhere, touching every part, as your claw at my back, my sides, my arms.
Before long your legs shift, widen, and I feel your thighs wrap around my hips, your feet on my back.
My cock is so hard, so close, and with a push from you, my tip slides in. It's everything, feeling you around me like that, and I push forward, until I'm completely enveloped by you.
Once I'm in, I still, stop. We breathe, staring at each other with crazy, lust filled eyes. Just then, I see a tear slip down your face, and I stretch to kiss it away.
"Move in me," you whisper into my ear, and I do.
Slowly.
Lovingly.
Effortlessly.
My body knows you. Wants you. Needs you. It does this on it's own.
There's no thinking, no trying, no struggling. It just is. And it's perfect.
We move, together, and it's as though we were never apart. As though we've been doing this for years and years.
And oh, how I've missed it.
It was never like this with Leah. It was nothing near this with the other couple of girls I tried to date. Each of those were nervous, fumbling, awkward. But this...this is perfection and love personified.
It's everything.
I hear your breathes get faster, your chest heaving more as your voice begins to make more sounds. You're close, that much I remember about you.
My hand is on your breast, pulling and pinching your nipple between my fingers. I'm getting closer, I can feel it. My mouth stays glued to yours, kissing and nibbling your lips and tongue.
Letting go of your tit, my fingers gently slither down your stomach, feeling your skin pebble as they get closer and closer to where we're joined. My thumb knows the way, pushing deeper and finding your clit. With a few well placed circles, I feel you come undone again, melting under me and playing into my hands like the greatest symphony known to man.
My name falls from your lips, like a prayer, over and over again. I can't stop, and I feel myself tighten, coil, finally exploding inside of you. I push so deep, deeper than I have been in years, and your body welcomes me, stretches and moves for me.
I fill you with my cum, my love, my everything I have.
My life.
And you take it all, without question. Accepting me, wanting me, loving me.
As we lay on your bed, each of us breathing roughly, still unwilling to stop the kissing that seems so natural, I look into your eyes, seeing a flood of tears as they quietly stream down your face.
It startles me, scares me. Did I do something wrong? Was this not as perfect for you as it was for me?
"Bella?" I softly say, placing one more kiss on the corner of your mouth, then pushing the little hairs away from your face. The baby fine hairs that have been caught in the sweat we've worked up.
You shake your head, unable to speak.
"Bella, did I... Was it..."
Doubt suddenly darkens my soul, making me wonder if I did something wrong. If this wasn't to you all the things that it was to me.
Please, don't think this was a mistake.
"No, Edward...I just...I've missed you so much. And I've prayed for this day, so many times. And now that it's here, and you're here, and this is happening... I'm overwhelmed with the perfection of you. How can you possibly want me?"
Silly girl, I think, then say. "Don't you know what you do to me? How long I've dreamed of this moment? How much I want you, forever?"
Your eyes are questioning, scared. "Really?" you whisper.
"Really. You're my Bella, my love. Now and always."
You sigh, wrapping your arms around me, pulling me down onto you.
We fall asleep, me still inside of you, and never wanting to leave.
I'm finally home again, and I suddenly realize that this is the most perfect moment of my life.
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