A/N: Serving some lemonade ahead.
When you want a dream to become reality…
Edward
What was she trying to do to me?
I couldn't handle this, I'm trying to be somewhat good. Somewhat respectable. If I was Mike I would hate me. I have his fiancé in my room, I've just told her I love her and want her to come back to me. She tries to kiss me and I deny her.
It doesn't even make sense to me, I should be letting her kiss me. She has all the power, she can do whatever she wants with me but I don't want to get my heart broken either. I want to be able to walk away from this if I need to. If I kiss her again, press my lips against hers again, I wont be able to. Who am I kidding, theres no way I can walk out of this situation unscathed. I have always been in too deep with her, I love her.
"Kiss me."
"Isabella, I can't."
"Edward, " Her hands came up behind my neck, one grapsing my hair. It was becoming so difficult to turn her down over and over. I know she wanted to kiss me, I wanted it so badly as well.
"Don't break me again, please."
"I never wanted to hurt you, baby. I promise you. I never want to again either. "
"Then don't."
"I can't kiss you."
"Why?"
I paused. Should I really tell her why? Yes, she deserved that much of me.
"I know the second my lips touch yours it will be like I never left, like I've always had you. I should have always had you." I paused, reminiscing of the times I've had her. Why did I ever let her go? " I will always want you Isabella but the second our lips touch I will be insatiable. I know it. I will want to kiss you, touch you, do anything and everything to you. It will be impossible for me to stop." I heard her breathing hitch, I wondered if she agreed with me on that or if she just wanted to kiss me for fun.
"I don't want you to kiss me and then leave me for him. I know I've hurt you, I will be sorry forever, but I'm hurt too and I can't handle that. I won't be able to handle you leaving me. I'm such a fucking hypocrite, but it's the truth, and you deserve the truth from me always. You deserve so much better than me. You shoulnd't even be with me right now, I'm bad for you."
"No you're not. Don't say that."
"I'll always love you Isabella, I swear to you."
I could see the tears begin to fill her eyes again, I hated seeing her cry. It made me think of how I had left her, broken her and me simultaneously. Could she really not see how much I wanted her? God, her trying to kiss me was making me hard. I couldn't be like that with her though, she was fragile, I was fragile. This couldn't get out of hand.
"You really love me?"
"Yes, I love you."
"Say it again."
"I love you."
"You don't know how long I've waited for you to say that." She mumbled and moved her head closer to mine again, like she wanted a kiss. "I love you so much."
"Don't Isabella." I whispered, trying to be nice about it. I was so conflicted, part of me wanted to pull her against me and kiss her hard. I wanted to wrap my lips around hers and slide my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. The other part of me wanted to push her away and take her home. She was engaged and I would do well to remember that.
"Why?"
"You're still getting married tomorrow, did you forget about that?" It was harsh of me but I couldn't seem to care because now I was the vunerable one. I was the one who would get hurt. I saw her flinch at my words, instantly making me regret them.
"Yes, I remember. Of course I do, I have this heavy ring on my finger, always reminding me that I lost you."
"Reminding you that you lost me?" What was she talking about?
"You really think if you wouldn't have left that I would be marrying Mike Newton?" No, you'd be marrying me. You'd have a ring on your finger that was from me. I would be the only one you touched and kissed.
"No." I answered simply. She knew that. "I just can't kiss you, not until you're not engaged anymore."
That wasn't a lot to ask for and I knew it but I think she had other things in mind. I was having a hard time continuously thinking of the fact that she's taken and that she still hasn't told me she'll make the effort and leave him.
She says she loves me but that can only take us so far. I want her to leave him, run away with me, something. I need her to prove to me that she wants means much as I want her.
She stared at me for a moment before her hands came together. I looked down and noticed she was pulling her ring off her finger. She held it out infront of my face.
"I don't want this. I never wanted this." She dropped it to the ground. "I'm not going to call him tonight to tell him that I'm with you, that I snuck away with you, that we can't get married tomorrow because I'm not in love with him. I can't do that. I need you to trust me, Edward. You can do that, right?"
I just stared at her, where was she going with this? She was really going to leave him?
"I trust you, did you know that? I completely do. I'm going to leave him, I'm not going to get married on Saturday. I want to be with you, I want all of you."
"Why not tonight?"
"It's not right for me to do that to him, I need to at least do it in person."
"Yeah, I understand."
"You've always understood me, Edward."
"Do you understand how hard it is to stay in control around you?"
"Control of what?"
"Everything. You're breaking me down. It's killing me to deny your kisses, you do realize that right?"
"You have no reason to deny me now."
"Are you sure about that?"
"More than I have been about anything in my life." She paused, looking at me with those eyes. I loved those eyes. "I only want you. It's only ever been you."
"Isabella," I breathed, I wanted to say something to her, tell her this was a bad idea but I couldn't think of a reason why not. If she was telling the truth, and I really thought she was, she was going to leave him. She wasn't going to get married.
She would be with me. Forever.
I would cherish her, I wouldn't make the same mistake twice. She wouldn't regret it.
"I need you make you mine again."
"Edward, please.." Her eyes fluttered shut. "I'm already yours."
I took my hand and traced her cheek, her skin soft under my fingertips. Continuing the path my fingers locked into her hair. The other hand I placed on her waist, using it to pull her to me .
"You really want me to kiss you?"
"Yes." She kept her eyes closed, waiting for me to close the inches separating us. I wished she'd open them, I wanted to be able to look into those gorgeous green eyes of hers.
"Open your eyes my Isabella." She slowly opened them, our eyes connecting immediately. I tried pouring all of my emotion into mine, I wanted her to be able to see what she is doing to me. What she always does to me.
"You're so beautiful." I said as I moved closer, my nose touching her cheek and making her shiver. Her eyes kept fluttering closed as she fought to keep them open. Her hands traveled up my body and over my chest. I wanted to feel her hands on my skin, scratching and dragging against me. Instead she tangled them into my hair. I felt her pull gently and instantly I was harder than before.
She didn't even have to do anything and I wanted her. She didn't realize that all this begging wasn't truly necessary. I was just trying to be good with her, respect her choices and boundaries. Apparently, she wanted none of that.
I moved closer, our lips only centimeters away from each other. I wanted to prolong it, enjoy this moment, this point in time right before I kiss her once again but she had other plans.
Her lips were like magnets to mine, pressing hard and fast. The first touch felt like a shock. Like current had pulsed through me the instant we touched. I felt her pull back slightly, she must have felt it too, before grabbing my hair tighter and pulling me in again.
Our lips pushed and rubbed against each other, it was slow and passionate. I wanted more. I wanted to ravage her. It had been years since I'd felt her against me like this and I hated the thought that I had let her go. I started moving faster, over taking her mouth with mine. I wanted her to know that I wanted control, I wanted to take her.
I moaned into her mouth our lips moved. Our kisses had become faster, more desperate. I could feel her want and desire.
I wanted her so badly. My hands traveled against her body, rubbing her curves, my teeth nipped her lips, my hands tugged on her hair, anything to be close to her.
This was better than I ever imagined.
I poked my tongue out of my mouth and slid it along her plump bottom lip. She moaned and opened her mouth wider as she kissed me.
All the sounds she was making were sexy as hell, I was more aroused than I had been in years just by now just listening to her.
I moved my arms down her body, making sure to graze the side of her boobs. I missed her so fucking much. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want her. Sliding my hands over her ass I cupped her and pulled her up. She wrapped her legs around my torso, pushing her dress up to her hips.
I wanted to look down, to see what she was wearing under there but I didn't. I waited. Self control had come easy to me recently, but she was breaking down all my barriers. It was killing me to not take a peek.
I kept kissing her as I slowly backed us into my bed, laying her down on her back and pushing my body against hers. She kept me where I was by locking her legs and arms around me.
Our kissing was getting more intense and hot, just like I was. I started sliding my hand down her back, searching for the zipper to her dress.
"Its on the side." She whispered into my mouth. Backing away from her I try and focus on getting her out of it. I struggle slightly and I hear her giggle. She drops her arms from my neck and lets her legs fall to the bed.
"Are you sure?" I asked, hoping like hell she'd say yes, my fingers on her zipper. I wondered what she had on underneath this dress?
"Yes, Edward." I carefully and very slowly unzipped her dress, making sure to keep my eyes locked on hers. When I got to the bottom I peeled it off her, she arched her back in a way that made me want to take her right there. I slowly saw her white lingerie pop into view. Holy fuck. She was wearing the tiniest lace bra and matching panties I had ever seen. I let myself look her over, finally able to see what she was actually wearing.
"Wow."
"What?"
"Isabella, you're killing me." I groaned as my eyes hovered over the white lace covering her pussy.
She was bare, you could tell. She had never been like that with me, I never cared either. I loved her no matter what, but seeing her bare pussy would throw me over the edge into the abyss. I took my fingers and traced them down her body, from her collarbone to her hips I heard her whimper when I started the process again, collarbone to hips. I know she wanted me to go lower but I wanted to tease a little bit.
I wanted to get her as wet as possible.
"I need you." She whispered, her breath coming out fast and quick. I was getting her aroused, good.
"You'll have me, but not tonight."
"What?" She was trying to come out of the haze I had left her in, questioning my motives.
"I want to spoil you tonight, make you feel good." I paused, looking at her eyes, they were hooded and dark green. "Can you let me do that?"
"Mmmm" She said as she sat up, her face level with my chest. I couldn't stop staring at her body. Her pale skin against snow white lace seemed to pure and innocent. The thoughts running through my head were anything but.
"Will you let me taste you, Isabella?" My voice was low and rough, I wanted her.
"Yes." She breathed, her eyes closing as I unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it off her, exposing her small breasts and rosy pink nipples.
"Lay down for me, please." I murmured, unable to look away from her milky skin as she laid down.
Hovering my body over hers I kissed my way down her body, stopping just before the lace panties which I wanted so badly to just rip off of her.
Taking one of my fingers I rubbed it up and down against her center. She jolted at the pressure and moaned, grabbing at the covers around her. I kept going, feeling her wetness under the lace.
"So wet already, baby." My fingers kept their pattern of moving along her, slow and steady. My other hand began traveling everywhere on her creamy skin. Her nipples were taut and begging to be kissed, I couldn't help myself from taking one in my mouth . Her breathing stopped for a moment and then picked up heavier and faster. I bit down slightly before switching to the other. She was pushing herself against my mouth, raising her chest, asking for more. I'd give her more. I flicked my tongue against her before sucking her nipple back into my mouth. I felt her shake against me.
I listened to her breathing, shaky and heavy. I loved it. I loved her reaction to me. I wanted to make her feel good, I wanted to make her remember me, remember us. What we had and what we could have.
Taking my lips off her I bent down and curled my fingers into her panties, I felt her tense up. Looking at her eyes I saw there was no hesitation in them, just desire.
Pulling them down her smooth legs her bare pussy came into view and my cock twitched. I bet she was still so tight, wet and hot. She had always tasted so sweet, I couldn't wait to taste her again. My tongue flicked out to lick my lips and I heard her moan. She knew what was coming. I got on my knees at the edge of the bed, pushing my arms under her legs.
"I love you." I whispered one last time, I couldn't stop myself.
"I love you too." I heard her mumble.
I pulled her knees up so her legs were bent and I spread her apart. I wanted to be able to see all of her. Her pussy was tiny and so very fucking wet. I took one finger and dragged it up and down before sliding it inside of her. She was tighter than ever. I heard her moan at my finger inside her, moving against her walls. She was getting off on my fingers, on me, no one else.
Her whimpers and cries were getting increasingly louder as I pumped the one finger in and out. She kept lifting her head to see me, her mossy eyes connecting with mine before her head would fall back against the bed.
As I went to push two fingers inside her I bent forward and flicked my tongue against her clit, causing her entire body to shake. Her back arched off the bed as my tongue flicked and slid around her. I kept pushing my fingers deeper and deeper inside her.
I dragged my tongue up and down as my fingers continued to move, she was writhing beneath me. I loved what I could do to her, how I could make her feel just with my fingers and mouth. I pushed my mouth into her pussy, sucking and pulling on her even harder.
Pulling my fingers out, I slid my tongue inside her to explore. My hands moved up her body and to her chest, pinching and massaging her. I felt her body tighten, her sounds changed to a lower more animalistic moan and I knew she was getting close.
"Yes baby, come for me." I mumbled against her as I push my fingers back inside her. "Come on my fingers, against my tongue. Let go." I curl my fingers, hitting her spot, as I flick and suck at her clit once again.
She begins to tighten around my fingers and I hear my name spill off her lips. She's moaning and screaming my name, coming on my fingers and I don't stop. I push inside her repeatedly, never slowing down.
A/N: What did you think of that lemonade? Do you think it really happened?
Do you like Epov?
Send me your thoughts! I'm dying to know what you all think of this!
