SM owns Twilight
Eve of Christmas Eve
"He's on his way, Alice." My voice carries to the other room where I know she is packing an overnight bag. I could feel the thump thump thumping of my heart behind the soft silk of my robe after reading your text telling me you're coming home.
Our two year old son, Anthony, is clutched around my waist, playing with my freshly blown dried hair and I am momentarily lost in the eyes he inherited from you.
"Mama." Anthony smiles as his chubby little fingers rest on my cheek.
I kiss the crown of his head and set him on the bed, aside an exquisite lengthy piece of blood red satin.
Alice comes rushing into the room like a whirlwind; I can feel her excitement bouncing off our bedroom walls.
"Okay, Bells, Anthony's ready, now it's your turn."
Alice sets the bag down, motions for me to drop the robe and I know that now is not the time for me to be self-conscious.
Our child plays peek-a-boo from behind his hands while Alice grasps at the material and locates the middle to evenly wrap around me.
"How's that feel?" she asks as the fabric is placed taut and strategically about my body.
The luxurious cloth covers my breasts, crosses midway at my back, crosses once more around my pelvis, and then is finally secured above the curve of my ass. Alice has placed an oversized bow there, something I know you will love to unravel.
"Feels scandalous," I murmur, "and perfect."
"Hells ya, lady. It's a good thing baby boy is sleeping over." Alice says, with a slight perk of her brow.
Anthony's diaper bag is hoisted across her body. She reaches for him, settling on her hip, his eyes bright and excited for a sleepover with his auntie.
Anthony grabs for me as I pepper kisses all over his face and successfully avoid his fingers from pulling at the 'ribbon' on my body. I inhale the scent of our son, as his light brown hair tickles my nose.
Alice carries him down the flight of stairs as I hear the click of the door and the happy greeting of your voice.
I hurriedly light the dozen pillar candles that we have scattered around the room before I silently pad out the bedroom door.
Pausing to stop at the top of the stairs, I strain to overhear your exchange with your cousin and our son.
"…for the night? The entire night? Are you sure?"
The giggles from both Anthony and Alice reach me where I am standing and I can hear the excitement laced in your tone.
Just the sound of your voice makes me aching with need.
Because I need you.
After all this time, you do this to me, make me want you.
Now.
I hear the echo as the front door shuts, then the bolt of the lock follows immediately after.
We are alone now.
Just us two.
My skin prickles as I count the seconds until I see you.
Your steps are firm and sure on the hardwood flooring of our foyer.
My breaths are coming faster now, knowing you are here, home, close.
Quietly, I return to our room, the glow from the mini torches illuminates the setting perfectly.
I hear the slight creak on the middle stair and I know you are heartbeats away.
Woosah, Bella.
"Fuck." your voice calms me immediately and I draw in a deep breath.
After flashing you a coy look over my shoulder, I slowly turn to face you and your jaw hits the floor.
your suit jacket follows…
"Bella."
You flash me that sexy half smile and lift your hands to the two buttons that hold your tie to your collar. Practiced movements undo them swiftly, but you take your sweet time with the silk around your neck.
"Hey baby." I sigh, just a sliver of my nervousness remaining. I moisten my lips at the sight of you. It has been years upon years and you still make every inch of me feel alive.
You unravel the perfect Windsor knot with ease, your eyes doing a torturous consuming pass down my body.
I try to look like I'm not melting here, in my barely there attire, because watching you undress is the most erotic striptease.
Your tie floats to the floor, landing on your now forgotten suit jacket.
You haven't moved from the threshold of our room.
With slow deft fingers, the buttons of your dress shirt are released from the tiny holes down your chest…
You work at the cuffs on your wrist…
"Damn, Bella. You are so fucking sexy."
Your voice has dropped; it's thick with desire and raspy with want.
"I thought we could celebrate a little early." I whisper.
The clink of your belt buckle distracts me from your face; you're teasing me, but I guess it's only fair.
My knees are weak, I feel myself shake slightly on my legs.
I take a short step and place my fingertips on the footboard of our bed to steady myself.
"Celebrate…yes…" you say, then pause to bite the inside of your cheek causing your lips to do that tiny purse I love so, "I've either been a very good boy this year, or a very bad one."
Oh, my dear husband, you know exactly what to say to get me going, don't you?
"What do you think, Edward?" I ask.
I feel the blood pump rapidly through my veins, I can see how flushed I am, everywhere.
"I'll leave that for you to decide…after" you answer.
You have finally taken a step into the room, and I notice you have a present for me as well…
It's threatening to fight its way out of your pants.
"Patience, baby." you warn as you catch my eyes wandering. You undo the clasp of your trousers.
You've moved towards me now, just a foot away.
I notice your fingers twitching at your side.
You're like a kid on Christmas morning.
You want to open the gift before you, but you're waiting patiently for permission.
Your eyes do another pass down, fixated at the fabric barely concealing my achingly puckered nipples.
You watch as each of my inhalations pull the fabric tighter against my chest and I notice the bob of your Adam's apple as you swallow loudly.
"You like, babe?" I whisper.
Your hand reaches for mine and you place it on the long hard length that you are still hiding from me.
"What do you think, love?"
My hand has a mind of its own as it finds its way inside your clothing and rubs, grips, strokes you. My thumb sweeps lightly at the tip and the tease of moisture coats my skin and now I'm moaning because I know I did that to you.
"Shiiiiiiit, Bella." you groan as you take pleasure in the friction.
My mouth drops as you cradle the heavy weight of my breast in your palm and your thumb lightly flicking the peak, the soft fabric now a frustrating barrier between our naked skin.
"Ungh…ahhhhhhhh…" the sound escapes my mouth loudly; I push myself closer to you, panting for more.
Your other hand joins the fun now and we stand facing each other.
Playing, teasing, moaning, gripping, pinching, kneading, pulling, sighing.
It's too much but not nearly enough.
"I need you." I breathe.
You pull me against you and it is heaven.
Then your mouth is on mine and it's like I'm home again.
Your tongue is laving mine, thrusting in, tasting me like only you know how. You guide your hand up my neck under my hair, thumb on one side, fingers on the other, stroking, easing the delicious tension.
You tilt my head and dive deeper in my mouth.
Hungry.
I reach around your neck, gliding my fingers up to thread through your hair and pull.
Desperate.
Your other hand cups my ass in that way.
Greedy.
I steer us towards the bed, our kisses have grown more heated, and I know this is going to be that good.
So good.
Always good.
Because it's us.
I nip, nibble, then stop the kiss softly and your eyes burn into me.
I climb up onto the bed, facing away from you, on my hands and knees, my back arched and that bow I knew you would love is now teasing you.
"Oh…fuck…" I hiss when I feel your face right there, while I'm in this position, your tongue down there between my moistened dripping lips, your fingers digging there at my ass cheeks, like it's all too much for you to handle at once.
"So good baby, your pussy is so sweet," one long lick, then a finger is invading me in the most scrumptious way, "so wet for me Bella, always so fucking ready for me…"
Oh I fucking love my man.
And then I'm flipped over and you pull me to sit, my thighs clenching your head while you kneel on the floor, you're fucking me with your tongue while your one hand pulls my hand to tease my breast and you play with the other and every so often when my eyes aren't in the back of my head, I can see your eyes are watching me tease myself from between my legs, and it gets you going even more and I'm so fucking close and then you do that thing…you know that thing…and I'm panting, screaming your name and other things like shitfuckshit and fuckingsooooogood and yesyesyesfuckinghellEdwardYES! and then I look down and your smirking because fuuuuuuuck you are that fucking good at that and your chin is glistening with my juices and you're here right up in my face and I smell me on you and grab your face and kiss you like I need some more because I do.
And I always will.
Then I find myself back on my hands and knees and I know it's gonna be rough and I'm gonna love it.
Then you give my ass a firm smack! and I curse under my breath cos I want your cock buried in my sopping wet pussy now.
And fuck, you give it to me.
Oh you bad bad boy…
"You are such a naughty girl, Bella."
Fuck yes.
"Teasing me like this…"
Ungh.
"Wrapping up my present…"
Thrust.
"…and making me…"
Grind.
"…play with it before Christmas…"
Mmmmmm.
Then your fingers fist the perfect bow and I feel the fabric unravel around my body, the ends are tangled between my legs and I feel it rub against us with every push of your hips.
"Naughty Bella…wet pussy…so good…" you grunt as your hands are wrapped around me, thumbs gripped against my back and fingers digging into my waist then you lean and you reach up kneading, pulling at my nipples and I feel you grow more then pulse, pulse, pulse and I milk, clench, grip.
"Argh…Bella…" you groan deep as you finish inside me.
"Ahhhhh…yes…Edward…" I sigh as I follow you.
Flying…
Falling…
Free…
We collapse on our bed, our legs, arms, fingers, tangled in a sweaty sated heap.
And the long silky smooth, sexy, blood red fabric is right there woven between us, around us, all over.
"Bella." you whisper when our breathing finally settles.
"Ya, baby?"
"I loved my present." you say as you kiss the top of my hair and pull me against your firm chest.
"I'm glad baby." I sigh as my eyes flutter closed and I sigh into your skin.
And I'm not sure how long I've been sleeping, it could be minutes or a couple hours, but I feel you and know that you are definitely awake.
"Bella, baby." you say into my neck and I feel the soft material around my waist.
"Mmmmmmm?" is all I can manage to answer.
"Have you decided?" you murmur, your lips soft against my skin.
"Mmmmmmm?" I moan again, confused with your question.
"If I've been good boy…"
your lips taste mine in a sweet chaste kiss,
"…or bad one…"
your tongue invades my mouth, voraciously, ravenous.
God…I am insatiable, but so are you.
"Speechless, love?" you tease, and I feel you attempt to tie a bow, "I'm going to unwrap you again and again until you decide…"
Merry Christmas people!
Much love to:
emtx3015, who this fic was dedicated to in the first place
bethroann, for being my second pair of eyes for this fic.
Alterite for schooling me with love and her wicked blue highlighter.
I was inspired to revisit these two after seeing a pic on Pervy Pack's Smut Shack.
For your visual delight, the pic is on my profile page for the holiday season.
Hope you all have a safe and happy, sinful, lemony holiday season...
xoxoxo, mlp