SM owns Twilight
June 20
I am determined to get this right.
I blow my tangled hair from my eyes and thread my fingers through, pulling it into a high ponytail.
Ever since you said that you could bake and I couldn't, I've been determined to get this goddamned cupcake right.
I am failing.
It doesn't help that I'm pregnant.
My hormones own me. I am tired and cranky. I pee too often. I have just gotten over the nausea I experienced not just in the morning, but at all hours of the day.
But you still look at me with reverence.
I adore you for loving me this much.
I blend another batter of the Decadent Chocolate into a glass bowl and turn on the mixer as I fight with the spaghetti strap of my cotton dress.
I spoon the goodness into the fitted parchment that is sitting in the cupcake holder and sigh hoping this will be the winning batch.
Leaning against the island's marble counter, my tongue sheepishly licks at the spatula I'm holding in my left hand, resting my right hand on the 5 month baby bump I'm sporting.
"Damn, baby, what a sight to come home to…"
I pause and blush because you are so damn sexy. Your sleeves are rolled up and you've loosened your tie. Your hair had a fight with your fingers today and your fingers won…again.
Dishevelled, exhausted and starving, you look primal.
You're looking at me like I'm the dessert and not the cupcake I'm trying to bake for you.
"Happy Birthday, babe…" I say, in between flicks of chocolate on my tongue.
Your eyes are focused on my mouth and my toes curl on our marble tile because you look like you want to devour me.
I want you to.
Apparently, the sight of me growing a part of you inside of me makes you more possessive than you've ever been.
It is fuck hot.
Your eyes are dark, menacing. I know what's coming. My panties do too because they are now weighted down with the wet desire you've created in me.
The fingers of your left hand trail down my naked arm and my skin responds to your touch instantly.
With your left hand, you move the strap off my right shoulder, while your right hand covers over mine on the handle of the baking apparatus.
With the strap hanging off of my arm, you move your hand to the back of my neck. Your fingers massage me gently.
"Lick, baby…"
Gah…
You lightly push my head forward as you move our entwined hands closer to my lips.
With our eyes never wavering from each others, I slowly taste the cocoa on my tongue.
"Fuck…" you whisper.
You toss the utensil into the sink without breaking our gaze and you pull me closer to your body.
"Come…Bella…" I watch as your lips form the words and I'm eager with anticipation.
You lead me to the dining room and pull out the chair at the head of the large heavy oak table.
You move my body to rest my ass against the table and you stand before me.
The strap of my dress still hangs off my arm and you reach to do the same to the other.
"So beautiful…"
Both hands cup my shoulders, up my neck then pull my head close to yours.
Your lips cover mine and you groan when you taste the faint sweetness in my mouth.
"Delicious…" you mumble.
You fingers are in my hair again then you wind my ponytail around your wrist and pull.
My head falls back and you advance at my exposed neck, biting, licking, teasing down my skin until you've reached the fabric of my dress to where my breasts are heaving.
"Mine…" you say as your left hand cups the full, heavy mound.
"Mine…" you whisper as you reach behind and grip my ass firmly.
"Mine…" as your fingers creep under my dress and pet the damp lace of my panties.
You release your hold and I feel you pull at the fabric covering my heat all the way down and throw them over your shoulder.
You lift me effortlessly onto the table and coax my dress up to my waist.
I feel the smooth wood on my backside and I tremble at the mischief I know is to come.
"Mine…" the word escapes your lips as you settle into the chair, my legs spread wide as I slightly lean back, watching you become captivated by me.
Your mouth covers my slick heat and because I'm so sensitive, I am on the brink in minutes.
I'm insatiable and you love it.
You unbuckle your belt.
You slide your zipper down.
Your pants fall to the floor.
Your boxers follow.
Your fingers braid mine and you ask me silently to switch places.
I sit before you on the chair as you lean on the table.
You fist your hard thick length while you watch me lick my lips.
"Mine…" I say before making you wet in my mouth.
"Yours baby…" you grunt as I swallow you deeper.
I'm eager, I'm selfish, and I'm merciless in my attack of you.
"Uhhhhhhhh…Bella…"
You stop my movements and my brow furrows in anger.
You pull me from the chair and kick it to the floor.
Your hands cradle my face and our tongues are fighting for dominance.
"I want you…"
Yes…
"Turn around…"
Oh God…
"Put your hands on the table…"
Fuck – please…
"Lift your dress higher…around your waist baby…"
Uhhhhhh…
Without warning, you shove two fingers inside me and I whimper.
"So wet, love…always so wet and ready for me…"
"Fuck…" we both moan as we unite, you fill me up and I grip you hard, clenching you inside me.
You start moving, your hands on my waist as you pound mercilessly into me.
"So good, Edward…fuck me harder…yes baby…fuck my pussy…"
"My dirty dirty girl…" You hold my waist tightly with one hand as your other returns to my hair, pulling me back so our heads are closer.
"Kiss me…" you demand.
Yes…
Our mouths align again, we taste like each other.
"I'm close Bella…touch yourself…touch your sweet pussy for me baby…"
You've pulled my dress down over my breasts; they sway with our movements.
My nipples are so sensitive and you love playing with them so you do. I'm close…so close…
My fingers play with my clit, and I know I'm going to explode.
"Yes baby…feel us…feel where we're connected…"
Your hand covers mine as I do as you ask.
"Oh fuuuuuuuuuck…"
Your hand covers my breast again and you pinch my pert peak.
You release the hold on my hair and you cup my stomach, the life that is resting there.
"Mine…" you grunt.
And that's it.
I pulse…I thrash…I scream…
You claim me.
You claimed me all those years ago long before our naughty encounter in the restaurant, before our sleepovers in your queen sized bed, even before you loved me in the backseat of your car.
You claimed me from the moment your emerald eyes met my chocolate brown and you said hello.
You turn me into your embrace and I am bursting with emotion, not only because my hormones are in overdrive, but because you are mine.
Our breaths calm but while I'm cradled by you, I feel the deep rumble in your chest erupt in laughter.
"What's wrong?" I ask, trying to right my dress from the wrong you did to it while you slip your boxers back on.
"I think you burnt my cupcakes…"
Fail.
You're never gonna let this go.
You lead us back to the kitchen and remove the pan from the oven.
"God, I suck at this." I grumble.
"This…" you point at the burnt baked goods, "you suck at…This…" you point at the goodness behind your boxers, "you suck at…" we laugh at what you think is so clever.
"But this…" you reach for me again, pulling me close, our bodies colliding, "this is perfection."
And there in our kitchen which is littered with sugar and cocoa and that smells like burnt wannabe dessert, we celebrate us.
Thanks for reading!
For my beta emtx3015 - hope you enjoyed your present - I wish you many juicy lemons this year!
To Bethroann for being ah-mah-zing - My heart is filled with lurve for you ;)
To ShemarLovingSuperstar - thanks for prereading my dirty.