By: vixen1836
Prompts: Cotton, Dawn, Longing
Pairing E/B AH/AU
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We collapsed onto the bed in just our underwear, the soft cotton sheets felt like home now that he was here. It was nearly dawn, the curtains filtering through just enough of the sunrise to illuminate his body, tight and strong, so warm and close. His mouth moved over my skin as I sighed, relieved that I finally had him to myself.
Two weeks had seemed like an eternity, and I could hardly keep my hands off him at the airport, and in the car, and on the long drive back to our home. Edward had been gone for so long, away on business. For the entire time, we talked as much as we could, e-mailed and shared pictures, but I was still waiting, longing for his return.
As soon as he got word that the deal he'd been pursuing had closed, he took the red eye from New York, and now he was here. And I needed him.
"Bella," he whispered reverently, nibbling my lips with ragged breaths, his hands roaming everywhere, feeling my skin. Kissing from my jaw to my ear, he parted my legs with his thigh, his mouth was serious and deeply passionate. I melted into him—moaning and helpless as he sucked the skin of my neck.
My hands explored him lazily, too, feeling his strong shoulders and arms, messing up his hair with my pulls and grasps. Arching my hips into his hard leg felt so good, and he pressed into me with the weight of his body, hitting that sensitive spot between my legs, making me even hotter all over. I was a little dizzy, yearning, and aching for him.
He moaned as my hands roved, growing more desperate as he continued to touch me, smell my skin, his fingers threading in my hair, worshipping me. My impatience was getting the best of me, though, and I just wanted him now.
We moaned together as I pulled his hair with need. His thin boxers were all that separated his hardness from my stomach, and I shifted into him, needy and wanton, trying to tell him silently what I wanted. His strong palms squeezed my bare breasts before trailing along my side to stop at my waist.
Teasing my shoulder with wet nips, his long fingers slid across my stomach and between my legs, rubbing me over my panties, the soft cotton rough against my swollen clit. I parted my legs, somehow still ashamed, but excited to open them that way for him. Tingling warmth and pleasure swept through me, further fueling my need.
"Please…" I begged, opening my eyes.
We stared, his mouth parting as he rubbed that warm spot again. He didn't stop though, and my leg twitched as I shivered, whimpering involuntarily. Rubbing over the cloth more firmly, we breathed together, his eyes dark with excitement.
"I missed you so much," he confessed, his mouth lingering over mine, the small groan of his lust escaped the back of his throat, making me shiver.
Closing his eyes, he continued, kissing my neck now, making me so anxious and needy, teasing and touching, relentlessly rubbing.
"Edward," I whispered again, threading my hands more firmly through his soft hair. His kisses were sweet, but when I said his name he stopped, looking at me.
"Bella…" he said softly, staring into my eyes, hypnotizing me, loving me, telling me he wanted me too. I wasn't persuading him, though; I was done with all this teasing.
I whimpered again, impossibly impatient now, the way he looked at me making me want him even more.
"I can't take it anymore…" I breathed, explaining the obvious. He knew what he was doing.
Looking dazed and sexy, he licked his lips, watching my mouth as he slid his fingers inside my panties. I was so incredibly wet, his hand slipping easily to rub that warm spot. At his touch, my wetness increased, and I relaxed into him, his fingers doing everything right.
"Be patient, love… let me enjoy this. I've missed you too…" he whispered.
I surrendered, closing my eyes to relax as he had his way with me.
Slowly, he rubbed my clit, his length growing harder against my stomach. I wanted to touch him, so I did, clutching his erection through his cotton briefs.
I could barely restrain my moans and my breathing quickened. With my head reeling back and sinking into the pillow, I just felt him. The touch, the kiss, the warmth I had longed for…
I squeezed his erection as he rubbed me in circles. He groaned roughly in response, shifting into my hand, kissing a line from my jaw to my ear.
"Yes…" he whimpered, kissing me again, touching me more firmly, circling with the pads of his fingers. Trembling now with lust, he shifted his hardness against my stomach, his pulse quick and throbbing in my hand. I wanted it… now…
"I need you, please…" I begged again.
"Shhh… I know, but I just wanna make you feel good first. I won't last long," he whispered, almost… sadly.
He had a point, but I was still torn until one look at his expression, so full of love and adoration, muted my frustration. I touched his face, wanting to kiss him for that, but he distracted me, his long fingertips replaced by the full stroke of his hand.
I moaned again and his mouth opened as he watched my reaction, unable to take his eyes from my face. I whimpered as heat and pleasure coursed, knowing he could make me orgasm this way, and that this was his goal all along.
"Fine…" I breathed in concession.
He grinned then and quickly swooped down, kissing my chin, my jaw, and down to my neck, the full length of his fingers working me. His wet mouth and tongue made their way down, giving me chills as he covered my breasts with heated kisses.
Wrapping his full lips around my nipple softly, he nibbled, staring up at me with sexy, lidded eyes, my skin glistened, illuminated by the faint rising sun.
Staring up to gauge my reaction, he slid his finger inside me for the first time. I moaned loudly, wishing it was him inside me. And again, I was helpless, taking whatever he gave as he slid in a second finger.
I had only every been with Edward, and the way he touched me was unreal. It felt amazing when he was inside, fuller and more pleasurable, so warm and so nice. When his fingers were out, I just anticipated them coming back in and that bracing and experiencing cycle wasn't like sex, but still felt so good.
He slid in and out now quickly, with purpose and intention, licking and sucking my nipple with his tongue, the slight force of his hand moving my hips against the sheets.
I held his head in pleasure, trying to just enjoy the tingling sensation of his rhythm.
And I was on my best behavior until the pressure began to build, and until he rubbed with the palm of his hand, slipping inside me, too. I shivered, my breath hitching with anxious need.
Silent now in the face of my desperation, his shuddering breath told me everything he didn't say. He longed for me, too, wanted me just as badly. So badly, that he wanted me to feel good first, to experience pleasure before he did, to show he cared. And now I was going to come for him, just as he wanted me, too, and when he realized it, his careful, taunting control began to slip as well.
"Oh… fuck, Bella…" he growled against my nipple, meeting my eyes with his piercing gaze. His erection was still in my hand, but I hadn't been stroking, or touching, just holding it, feeling his pulse throb. Tossing my head into the pillow, I eagerly received him now, as he thrust into me, sliding in and out, his voice deep and rough, moaning at my reaction. My grip tightened, letting him know he was doing everything right.
"That feels so good…" I praised him.
He growled again, a sound just as desperate as mine. Reeling my head forward, I took in his desperation, staring at his full mouth around my nipple, his hand moving faster and faster.
His eyes closed as his tongue swirled around my nipple, a flash of his white teeth visible in the semi-light as he bit me softly. I cried out, wanting more than anything for him to do it again. There was almost too much pleasure to concentrate on—I wanted to kiss him and have him and touch him and grasp him, but I didn't want to interrupt what he was doing to me. I was torn until he nibbled slightly once more. Warmth ran through my body and I decided he should never stop.
"Come for me, please—I want to be inside of you…" His words lit a new feeling in me, and I wanted to give him everything he asked for. I wanted to feel that for him again, and I wanted him to tell me to do it again. Only he could make me feel this way.
I cried out with need, knowing that he could give me whatever I wanted.
"You're so wet for me…" he groaned again, losing control, moaning as I gasped at his words, his fingers, and the pure way he manipulated every part of my body, mind, and soul.
"Edward..." I whimpered anxiously as his gritty voice and dirty words reduced my strength even further. The wave was coming, the pressure building as my feet and legs twitched slightly, my breathing now completely out of control. My body weakened further as he moved his fingers even faster, the sound and the tension, and the rush of blood to his hardness in my hand intensifying everything.
"Yes… please…" he begged. "I want you to…"
I clenched my fists in his hair and around his erection, panting and moaning louder, overwhelmed by the sounds of our breathing in the quiet room. He was straining now, glancing down to see us, the battle to watch my reaction and his hand playing across his face.
I lost my train of thought then, and more than anything, I hoped he would slip inside of me right as I let go, just as he had last time. Groaning, he returned to my nipple and I relaxed even more, wanting release, feeling the pleasure build to the final degree.
And then he did it. Pressing into me hard from inside, I moaned loudly and so did he, the play of his hand making my body lock and quiver.
"Let go for me… oh… let go…" he moaned, unable to finish as I came for him.
My mind blanked, my body weightless as the sparks of passion and heat and longing and need exploded at once, leaving me breathless and desperately limp. A frisson of hot, sinful pleasure hummed under my skin, the sensation of release seizing me as I gasped in relief.
And then he gave me what I needed, pulling his black cotton boxers down to his thighs swiftly, stroking himself twice as he stared between my legs with lust. I pulled my panties off quickly, shocked I still had them on.
Licking his lips once, he bent low, supporting himself with a shaking arm, watching himself slide in as I grasped his hair, the pleasure of that first penetration nearly taking over everything.
He groaned deeply, closing his eyes as his head lifted. He was inside, but I wanted more already, wanted him to move. He was still at first until he came to, watching my face as he pulled out and then slid in again, his mouth open still, watching me.
"Yes…" I whispered, clutching his jaw in my hands, wanting him.
With my words, he slid in and out faster, shaky and breathless, unable to restrain himself now. Thrusting to fill me completely, he breathed heavily, pressing our bodies together as his strength waned, meeting my skin with his own. We weren't making love, but we weren't just having sex either. We were joining, becoming one together, and I never wanted it to end.
"Bella… I can't…" Groaning the rest of his sentiment, he hit me deeper, filling me more with every forward roll of his hips. He moved faster, harder, the snapping sound of skin and desperate sex filling the room. The heightened pleasure of having him inside me, so firmly engaged in the joining of our bodies, relaxed me into the bed even further than before.
I touched his shoulders then, feeling his shaking arms, the way he struggled to breathe—his restraint was crumbling before my very eyes. His eyes fluttered closed as his mouth opened in a silent cry, a gritty groan accompanying his final, firm thrust. I felt him let go, grasping his shoulders now to pull him onto me as I played with his hair.
It was over then, and he was home and mine, and with me. He twitched and exhaled in relief, settling now, crushing my breasts with his weight. But I didn't care. I had missed him so much, wanted him so much, longed for him, needed him.
He calmed after a moment, a slight sheen of sweat across his brow, his short breaths growing more controlled as the dawn gave way to full sunrise.
And in this moment, he was mine, and there was nothing else I could do to be closer to him, to love him, to have him.
Author's Note: Nina, you are celebrated not just because you are a force for positivity, one that many women find inspiring, but because you are a classy woman, a leader and a true value to this community. Thank you, and happy birthday. Thank you to Cicada and SLS for editing.