How's a girl supposed to match that?


The silence of Christmas morning surrounds me as I come to awareness. The clock on the blue-ray player glows six-eighteen. Edward sleeps peacefully beside me, his arm cradling me as I rest my head on his chest. I bring my hand up and wipe my eyes, the tree lights twinkling in the diamonds of my bracelet.

My gift.

I sigh, carefully slipping from his hold and tiptoeing into the bedroom. I grab a fresh pair of PJs, panties, and tee from my drawer before going into the bathroom to start the shower. After taking care of business, I step under the warm spray, thinking about everything that's occurred since my arrival.

Edward is something I couldn't fathom on the drive here. My heart was torn to shreds, and all I wanted was to put some distance between Emmett and myself. I hoped that a week alone, crying and eating ice cream, would prepare me to return and face him. And now, I couldn't care less.

My three-and-a-half-year relationship hardly matters anymore.

It's almost as if it never existed.

The bracelet sparkles in the bright fluorescent overhead light, sending me deep in thought, and a plan forms. I hurry through my shower, towel drying my hair and brushing my teeth. With nothing but the diamonds around my wrist, I make my way back into the living room.

As I crawl in beside Edward, I pull the blanket away and start peppering kisses along his chest. A husky groan signals his awareness, and I double my efforts. This is his present after all. His hands slip into my hair near my nape, and he tugs, bringing my mouth to his for kiss.

"Good morning," he whispers before closing his lips over mine.

His tongue traces the seam, and I open, welcoming him inside. My breath is minty fresh, while his is warm and spicy. We tangle in a slow, languid dance of give and take as I straddle his hips and begin to thrust against his always-ready cock.

"Mmm," he hums as our mouths part, gripping my hips tightly. "What a way to start my day."

I don't respond with words, instead choosing to show him. I grab a condom from the depleted box nearby and scoot back on his thighs. His cock twitches as I roll the latex down his thick shaft. My eyes move from the impressive member to the man who wields it, and I cover his body with mine.

Caging his head with my arms, I press a kiss to his lips. As I pull away, I murmur, "Merry Christmas, Edward."

Lifting to my knees, I guide his cock to my entrance and slowly lower myself. My walls stretch to accommodate his girth, and I moan as he pushes against the farthest reaches inside me. It's a pleasure-filled pain that drives me wild with need. Grabbing his hands, I lace our fingers and use them as a brace as I begin rocking against his monster member.

"So good," I pant as I slide up and down his shaft. "I hope this …" I trail off, unable to bite back a moan. "Gift pleases you."

He lifts, his mouth latching onto my nipple, and I rock against him, fisting his hair. "So hot, baby," he rasps, scraping his teeth against my tender flesh. "Ride my cock."

His words fuel my fire and I toss my head back, my entire body arching into wherever the pleasure emanates. It feels like there's a string tied to my breast and every ministration follows it to my core. Tighter and tighter I tense, until I'm taking flight.

I shatter above him, and he flips me to my back and pushes his cock deeper. "Best present ever," he murmurs, thrusting his hips furiously. "Merry Christmas, Bella."

Wave after wave of ecstasy batters against me, and I'm drowning in all the magical ways he owns me. As I catch my breath after the most soul-affirming sex of my life, on this early Christmas morning, a new truth slams into me like a Mac truck.

I'm in love with Edward Cullen.


*sighs*

Please remember this is a short Christmas drabble, probably around 20k words. There are still some answers to come, but mostly it's about CheatedOnElla and PornStarWard falling in love. IMO, this is what makes the prospect of next Christmas so enticing. We can see them in the real world while celebrating the holiday together again. The part I need to figure out is how to catch us up on that year without making it a long, drawn-out monologue, but I like a challenge :P

One more this week :)