Chapter 3: In a Little While . . .
In a Little While performed by U2:
In a little while
Surely you'll be mine
In a little while... I'll be there
In a little while
This hurt will hurt no more
I'll be home, love
When the night takes a deep breath
And the daylight has no air
If I crawl, if I come crawling home
Will you be there?
EPOV
This is wrong. As Bella's wide eyes stare up into mine, I know what I am doing is wrong. I know that in this moment, any progress, if any, that either of us have made towards moving on with our lives, is shattered. I am absolutely still as she drinks me in, waiting for the rejection that I surely deserve, yet I am still surprised by her reaction. She turns her body more towards mine, so that she is now lying on her back, her body slightly angled towards me, our hips in line with one another, yet not touching. My inside arm is propped up on my elbow while the outside arm remains coiled around her slim waist. As she turns her body, her arms snake up and around my neck, entreating my mouth to return to hers. I know I should stop, should leave, and should regain control of myself. I take a steadying breath and prepare to remove myself from her grasp, when she completely destroys all my willpower, "Please," she whispers.
One word. One plea. All it takes is her broken whisper to shatter my resolve.
My head lowers again to her mouth, unable to speak, only grant her request, as I brush my lips again to hers. She sighs and parts her lips, granting me entry. My tongue languidly outlines her lower lip, tasting it and breathing her in. I pulled my lips over my teeth and nibble gently on her lower pout, tugging it into my mouth and caressing it with my tongue. It would be so easy to ... No. I transfer my attention to her upper lip, and finally explore her mouth. She moans, her body arching to be closer to mine, and I can hear her heart racing - like the wings of a hummingbird, it sounds as if it will take explode it's cage and take flight with excitement.
Breathe, she must breathe.
I break the kiss to allow Bella to breathe; my hungry lips move down and trace her jawline to her earlobes. Covering my teeth again, I pull one delicate ear lobe into my mouth, savoring its salty flavor while my tongue flicks and explores the delicate inner shell of her ear. Her fingers have found my hair, entangled themselves in it, and as I continue to taste and explore, her fingers tighten and pull at my strands. One leg slowly rubs up my outer thigh, hooking over my hip, bringing my erection to her hot centre, her taunt nipples pressed against my chest - our bodies separated only by fabric and growing frustration. God, how long have I ached for this? How long have I fantasized about this position right here? The demon rattles the cages, wanting her body.
The pull begins. The maddening urge, the call to brand her - make her my mate, to claim her. I wonder if, because she is human, her body feels the same? Does her body feel consumed to complete a union? Desperately I try to remember why I should stop, the need inside me peaking, threatening to overwhelm me. If I complete this union, if we do . . . this . . . I will never be able to separate myself from her again. You weren't doing so well last time you tried to separate from her. I know this and yet, my fears have not changed - loosing Bella's soul, bringing danger into her life, or what if she grows tired of me? Once I have mated with her, it cannot be undone. Once we have mated, it cannot be taken back. I will forever be her shadow and will never be able to leave her side again. Would I even have the control not to kill any other man who dared to look at her? My control was tested regularly with Mike Newton, I was barely able to contain it, reign it in, keep it from spilling over leaving his destroyed body in it's wake. Could I risk her soul to never be separated from her again, to have her with me forever?
Bella's hips move up to meet mine, grinding to a rhythm familiar to both our bodies, instinctively my body responds, my hips moving in time with hers, my erection pressing desperately against her. My body moves in sync with hers, and as if of its own accord – remains gentle and aware of the right amount of pressure allowed against her fragile human body. The noises she makes are so beautiful, so compelling, and combined with the feel of her beneath me, and the heady fragrance of her arousal drenching the night air, I forget myself and begin my descent. Carefully, I nip and suck at her tender skin, sweat from the warm, summer night beaded from the base of her hairline and rolling ever so slowly down her neckline pooling at her clavicle. As the beads roll down, one by one, my tongue laps at them, collecting each one and savoring it one would a fine wine. As I slide my lips down her throat, I find her heartbeat. How easy it would be to drink her dry, her blood practically humming beneath the thin membrane separating itself from my mouth. I swallow back my venom and ever so lightly trace her throat with my cool tongue. The demon shakes his cage, wanting to taste more, to drink from her, to claim her, to make her our mate.
I gasp for un-needed air, struggling to control my lust - for her blood and her body. I want her. I need her. God, I do not know how much longer I can hold on, how much longer I can hold back.
"Bella, we should stop this," I whisper hoarsely against her throat. I do not want to stop.
"Please, keep going, I need you," she pleads. Her voice is hot, and deep with need, stirring something in me, causing my erection to twitch in response.
A growl vibrates in my chest as her hands slip under the fabric of shirt and touches my skin. The electricity from her touch is staggering and I know that must have more.
More sweat has beaded and pooled inside the dip of her clavicle and as I lap it up, I realize her crew necked t-shirt hides the swells of her breasts, impedes me from discovering more of her delicious skin and hidden pleasures. On its own accord, my outer arm slowly slides up her stomach to her ribs, cupping a breast through her t-shirt. I can feel the tight, hard buds beneath and yearn to taste them. This shirt must go. In one movement, without a thought, or even asking permission, I remove her shirt, revealing a plain black bra with a snap in the front. My eyes greedily drink her in ... the rise and fall of her breasts, the valley between them, the flush of her skin ... The humidity is stifling for her, a wet blanket of heat, and I see several scattered beads of sweat across the tops of her breasts leaking into the cups of her bra. I brush the pads of my fingers across her clavicle, down towards her breasts, at the top of each swell, and where my fingers have lingered a crop of goose bumps appear in stark contrast to her flushed and gleaming skin. My hand continues down between her breasts, past her bra, and around her navel. Bella's back bows and she begins panting for me and my lips met hers again.
She responds so exquisitely to my touch, the moans, pants, and mewls of her passion calling to my own desire, my need for her. My mouth wantonly claims hers, my fingertips continue to lightly brush swirls and circles up her rib cage. She moans, pushing her body towards my hand. "Edward, please…"
My lips move back to her throat, my tongue flickering just below her ear, "Please what my love?" I tease.
She moans again, louder, while panting, "Please, touch me."
How can I refuse her? With a quick snap of my wrist, I unhook the front clasp of her bra, allowing her breasts to spill into my cool hands. "Like this, my love?" She only moans in response. My lips begin their trail downward, eager to taste her breasts, I slide them back down her throat, her clavicle, and then with a shuddering breath, my lips and fingers trace the tops of her breasts. "You are so beautiful my Bella," I whisper, her soft whimpers pleading for my mouth's attention, fingers reaching to hold me to her, to pull my lips to her breast, seeking any purchase by which to bring me to her. I chuckle, and deftly maneuver out of her hold, capturing her wrists, and gently pulling them over her head. "Shhhh, patience my love," I breathe into her ear. I return my free hand to cup her breast, while my lips whisper to the other breast. Bella shivers below me, panting even heavier. I laughed again, at her nipple, and then take it into my mouth. She cries out in surprise, bucking even more beneath me; driving me wild. I pinch her other nipple gently in between my fingers - rolling the hard bud between my finger and thumb while tugging ever so gently, moaning softly, and enjoying the taste of her skin. I pull my mouth away from her breast to see a taunt bud that glistens in the moonlight.
My hands continue their descent downward, pausing at her hips. What should have been bone covered in soft flesh is painfully bare, her hipbones jutting out beneath her soft skin. I lift my head from her breast to look at her hips, feeling concern break through my desire, wondering why Bella looks so frail and breakable, more so than she ever had while I was here, before I can ponder this too long, Bella more than easily distracts me as she moans again beneath me. I file my concern away for discussion after this, certainly this isn't the time to discuss how she had or had not been taking care of herself over the past several months.
My hands begin wandering again, down to the top of her pelvis, then down the tops of her thighs, my icy fingers finding bare skin just below the knees of her khaki capris. Gently, I spread her legs further apart, nestling my body between them. Hungrily I grind my erection into her center. "Oh God, Edward!" she cries out. Her cry distracts me and she is able to free her wrists, her fingers claw at my shirt, tugging at the ends, straining to pull it off. I smile again, and in a blur remove my shirt. I lower myself back to her, and begin to grind against her again. As she writhes against me, her mouth seeking any part of me she could reach, her hips began rotating and grinding against mine. The pleasure this creates is maddening and I am lost in the sensation. I can feel my control slipping, and know in the back of my mind I have to stop this. Stop this NOW! Regardless of the increasing volume of my inner conscience, I ignore it and begin unbuttoning her jean capris. My fingers slide the zipper down and I realize how far I am taking this. How far am I willing to go?
Bella takes notice of my pause and reaching up from below, taking a nipple in her mouth, sucking and nipping at it – as I had wanted to do to her. She pleads from beneath me, "Make love to me Edward, please, I need you," The sensation combined with her desperate, whispered pleas are my undoing. My control is lost, and I remove her jeans and panties in a quick tug. She lays beneath me, naked, and beautiful. That's when I smell her, not her blood, but her essence, her arousal. It smells delightful, and beckons my lips and tongue for a taste. I lower my mouth to her navel again, slowly licking downwards to the dip between her stomach and her feminine mound. Her fragrance assaults me again; stirring a hunger so deep within me I barely understand it. Acting on instinct alone, I breathe into her inner thigh as one-hand cups her sex. She stops breathing then, and while I want to look up, to ensure she is not harmed, I cannot pull my attention away from her thighs. Slowly, I rub one finder down her swollen lips, and feel them slick and ready for me. Curiously, I pull the finger back to my nose and inhale deeply; it smells even better than her blood. How would it taste? I lick my finger with my tongue, sampling her arousal. The lust that radiates throughout my body comes in thick, heavy waves.
I want more.
I need more.
Perhaps too quickly, I turn my attention from her inner thigh, to her swollen lower lips. I run my tongue between them, parting them, and tasting her, moaning as I devour her wetness. She is thrashing now, bucking her hips wildly, her fingers tangled in my hair, straining to pull me closer.
I taste her lips, my tongue sliding through the tender folds like through butter, and find her clit. Deftly my tongue flicks the sensitive bud. Pulling one hand from her thigh, I insert one finger inside her welcome opening. I pulled out again; I began a rhythm and feel her body responding to my mouth and fingers. Stretching her, I insert a second finger and curve my fingers to find that tender bunch of nerves. "Come for me, Bella, come my love…" I whisper. I continue my frenzied rhythm, in and out, and curving my fingers upward, towards her navel. She cries out, as she breaks, bucking and writhing below me, shattering in pleasure.
Blood flows quickly beneath her skin, pooling beautifully in her breasts, throat, and face as her orgasm erupts throughout her body, her muscles contracting around my fingers.
I know I should stop, I should allow her to rest, but I want her badly. In one flash, I withdraw my pants and boxers and pull myself up towards her face; my erection nestled between her thighs, just outside her entrance. "My love, tonight I make you mine," I breathe. I pause, to wait for her reaction and she lifted her hips closer to me, moaning and pleading for me to claim her.
I push gently inside her, feeling for the barrier I know I will break. When I find it, I cradle her tightly within my arms, and then in one swift move, push myself fully inside her.
Oneness.
I still myself, burying my face in her hair as she adjusts to me inside her. When I feel her begin to move beneath me, I begin to move in and out of her. The warmth of her body sears me, welcomes me, and I can feel her peak building again. "Bella, you undo me, you drive me crazy," I murmur as I move within her. My hands move down to her hips, cupping her smooth, warm cheeks in my hands, raising her hips to me. I raise myself onto my knees, raising her hips with one arm, her back with another until she is straddled around me, her legs wound around my waist, her face inches below mine. Lowering my head to hers, my mouth claims her as I continue to thrust inside her. I position one arm so that my arm and elbow supports her back, while my hand cups her cheeks. The other hand slid down between us, sliding between her swollen lips, and finds her clit again. I gently pinch it, rub against it, and whisper against her mouth, "Come for me again, love. Call my name," I breathe.
She does not hear me, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure my mouth, cock, and fingers are doing to her. I withdraw myself from her body, holding her sex right above the tip of my aching cock; my fingers hovered above her clit, achingly close. "Call my name, love, call it now…" Her body wriggles in my grasp, trying to lower herself back onto me, "I'll continue to make love to you when you call my name, you're mine, and say my name…"
"Edward…" she cries, moaning and pulling her body impossibly closer to mine. "Edward, I'm yours, please, please don't stop," she begs.
"Do not worry my love, I have no intention of stopping," I whisper into her hair as I lower her back onto my shaft, my fingers returning to her clit. "Now come for me, and cry out for me." I feel her spasms begin as her breathing sputters, she raggedly swallows air, gulping it in, her blood pumping quickly through her veins, pooling again in the swells of her breasts, her neck, at a beautiful pace.
"Edward!" she screams, over and over, her nails clawing futility at my back as the orgasm tears through her body, shattering her completely until her body begins to sag against mine. As I feel her body melting into mine, her cries for me, I loose myself, reaching that brink and climaxing inside her.
"Bella," I moan roughly, holding her hips to me. The last orgasm rolls through my body and I lay her gently back onto the meadow floor; her hair pools beautifully around her, creating an angelic halo with her dark tresses. Her skin glows and hums from the blood that pooled throughout her body, warming her skin, and adding a beautiful pink blush.
I adoringly gaze at her, my love, my mate, mine. I have claimed her, made her mine once again. Consequences be damned, we will deal with the past several months with the morning light. Until then, I will lay next to her, basking in our love. Slowly, I lie down, pulling her into my embrace. Her cheek rests against my naked chest. "I love you Bella," I whisper into her hair. "I will never -"
She murmurs against my chest softly, "Mmmm, Edward. This is such a pleasant dream, don't let me wake up. Please." Her voice broke on that last word, and my world shatters and breaks in that instant. A dream? She thinks this is a dream?
As I consider the heartache I may cause her when she wakes beside me the next morning, I wonder to myself, should this just all be a dream for her?