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The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 1 – i44[dot]tinypic[dot]com/2ij262p[dot]jpg
Pen name: IngenueFic
Characters: Bella, Edward
Rating: NC-17
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"Bedroom," he whispers into her ear. The breath from his mouth hits dampened skin and a shiver runs through her body. His hands are a noticeable weight on her hips, his denim-covered cock an even more noticeable against her ass. "Now."
She doesn't bother to turn on any lights. She stumbles through the darkness of the short hallway, letting out a giggle when he growls behind her. Before she knows it, they're in front of her bedroom door. He reaches around her and turns the knob, nudging her into the small space. The door slams shut with a loud bang behind them.
Moonlight spills in through the large windows above her bed. A warm breeze circles the room, muggy and sticky. It doesn't bother them, only makes them want to get rid of their clothes faster. She grasps the edge of her tank top and pulls it up, letting out a low moan when long fingers trace around curves before brushing thumbs over dusky nipples.
She reaches out and tugs at his shirt, whispering her request for him to get naked. When fabric no longer covers his body, she bites her lip and traces the muscles in his stomach. He's hard beneath her palms and she slides her hands down to the fly of his jeans where she slips buttons through holes until she can reach in where he's hot and heavy.
Hands, slightly slick with sweat, surround her neck and fingers tilt her face up to him. She stares into his eyes while her right hand moves up and down, while her fingers trace the outline of his dick through tight boxer-briefs that she wishes were on her floor already. He breathes out a long sigh and the scent of mint wafts over her.
"Hey." His voice is strained. "Not to be a dick…"
At his words, she squeezes lightly and he makes a strangled sound before pressing a thumb on her bottom lip harshly, a bit of a warning to be careful.
"What?" she asks coyly, blinking her lashes slowly.
"What's your name again?"
She pauses for a second before she throws her head back and laughs, the sound circling the room like dancing fairies. When she quiets down, her hands move up to scratch at his abs.
"Bella," she says with a smile. "Now tell me yours again."
"Edward," he answers promptly. "Now that that's out of the way…"
"You can fuck me now," she murmurs.
"Not yet."
He moves forward, making her walk backwards until they fall onto the bed. The sheets are askew and their movements only cause them to bunch up more. Bella's legs spread to frame Edward's body and he pushes down lightly on her, letting her feel his weight while he tastes her mouth and licks the salty sweat from her neck. Teeth scrape against her skin before lips surround a nipple. Sure and steady hands go to the back of his head. Her fingers twist into his hair and she pushes his face closer to her chest, wanting to completely lose herself in him. It doesn't last long though and she starts to push him away and down.
"Lower," she demands in a hoarse tone.
While he kisses his way down her stomach, he lifts his gaze and raises his eyebrows at her. He bites at the skin just above her denim shorts and slips his hands up beneath them. They're short so he feels wet fabric quickly. She hisses when a finger slides under the fabric of her panties.
"Off. Please. Off." Even as she speaks, she unbuttons and unzips her shorts. Edward pulls away long enough to help her remove the article of clothing, taking in the way her legs straighten out for him. He pauses at her feet and traces circles on her ankles, swirling invisible lines up long, smooth legs until he reaches ties at her hips. Without any prompting, her legs part again and she spreads her knees. Edward can't help but lean down to mouth the area between her thighs, tasting her through satin.
Deft fingers pull at the strings and he slowly backs away from her with the fabric between his teeth. He tugs and Bella is reminded of an eager puppy, especially when he growls. Lifting her hips, she feels the last piece of fabric leave her body and her skin pebbles despite the summer heat filtering into the room. All thoughts leave her mind when Edward presses his lips against the center of her body, moving his tongue against her warmth. His hands keep her thighs apart, his arms hooked under and over her legs, his fingers brushing against the apex of her thighs every now and again. He breathes her in and imprints the feel of her against his tongue in his mind.
When he sits up on his knees, Bella's hands are wrapped in loose sheets, the fabric so tight against her knuckles that her skin is turning white. He calls her name and he glances at the white side table by her bed in a silent question. She nods and watches as he leans over and rummages through her things before his hand reappears with a familiar square item. It doesn't take long for him to rip it open and prepare himself and brown eyes sparkling with want follow his every moment.
"Yeah?"
She nods. "Yeah."
She's hot and wet around him. Her hips lift up toward him so he can slide deeper inside of her. Large hands move over her body, one to the base of her spine so he can support her as he drives her harder into the bed, and the other to her knee so he can push her leg back to open her wider. The skin at the inside of her thigh is slick when his fingers dance from her knee upward. He presses his thumb there, imagines a printed tattoo from his fingerprint, and moves to her clit where he teases and circles and makes her gasp his name.
Deeper and deeper until she thinks she'll still feel him tomorrow but she begs him to go harder and his hips thrust against hers, the loud slap of skin on skin echoing in the bedroom. He grunts above her in a less-than-beautiful way but it's low and rumbles deep through her stomach and into her chest. He leans down and pushes his forehead into her shoulder, his body still melting into hers. Turning his head, he sucks at her pulse point, feeling the rapid beat burst into him.
Her moans and gasps turn into a litany of words, curses, and his name. She feels her legs begin to quake and all she can do is turn her head from side to side in a weak attempt at control. Tighter and tighter her body winds until her mouth opens and breath rushes into her lungs and back out shakily. Edward keeps thrusting into her, faster until he doesn't know where he ends and she begins. It's like he's losing himself in the slickness of her body, in the rise and fall of her chest. His orgasm rips through him and his hips jerk minutely until his muscles can relax and he falls against her.
"Edward." She says his name after a few minutes of heavy breathing and staring at the ceiling.
"Bella."
"That was…" All she can do is smile and he laughs, the sound rolling over her skin like a blanket. "Edward. I like saying your name."
"You sound good saying my name." He can't help but tease her.
She gives him an impish grin before pushing herself off the bed. "Be right back."
When she disappears out of the bedroom, Edward sits up and looks around the room. It's neat except for the bed and he can imagine visiting a second time if she wants. He knew, back at Emmett's apartment, that he'd want Bella for more than a one-night stand; he just wasn't sure where she stood since their conversation had been just about tonight.
The sound of a flushing toilet permeates the door and then she's there, naked and gorgeous. "Deep thinking?" she asks, leaning against the frame of the doorway.
"Should I leave?" He asks it stoically, like it won't be a problem if she says yes.
Her lips purse together and her head tilts to one side, making her hair fall over her shoulder in messy curls. "If you have to."
It's not an actual answer so Edward stands. He notices Bella suck in a deep breath at the motion so he walks over to her, caging her in between his arms. "That's not an answer."
She leans forward and bites at his chest. "Stay." She glances up and he can't help but give her a smug grin. "For tonight."
Thank you to shpwhitney for the quick emergency beta and pre-read. All mistakes are my own.