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I was frozen. Becoming everything like the marble statues my kind had some frequently been compared to. Normally I can sense when she is going to wake. I can hear the difference in her breathing, her heart rate will pick up just slightly, and she will start to move around more. All of those normal signs would signal me that my beautiful angel was going to awaken and I would be prepared to look into those deep chocolate eyes. That was not the case this morning.

With her heart beating so fast I was sure it was set to lift off, her breathing had become erratic to say the least, and the movement. My God was she moving! But these were all things she was doing while still asleep. My Bella was very deep in sleep, lost in some dream that I could only hope to imagine.

After several hours of hunting with my brothers earlier in the night I began to feel the tug. My long dead heart started to hurt with the distance between myself and my reason for existence. I wrapped things up and by that I mean I buried my latest kill and ditched Emmett and Jasper atop some ridge along Misery Peak in the Olympic National Forest. I couldn't take the distance any longer and ran back. The journey home alone gave me a few minutes to contemplate my upcoming surprise for Bella. She never approved of gifts but she didn't seem to shy away from places I wanted to take her. I had made plans the coming 4th of July holiday and couldn't wait to spring them on her. This only made me want to get to her sooner and I quickened my pace.

The ground and foliage surrounding me was starting to get damp with the approaching morning. My clothing would be soaked by the time I made it back to Forks. This meant a necessary stop at home first to change. I made it back to the Cullen household well before my brothers. I was always the fastest one but something in me told me that I needed to get to Bella and that time was of the essence. So without further delay I ran upstairs, striped out of my damp clothes, and jumped into the shower. The shower in my adjoining bathroom always seemed a lot larger than needed. There was enough room in there for at least four people. I will never understand the concept of bigger is better when it comes to things like this. I can only think of one reason for the extra space for multiple people and that only leads me to the fantasies I've had of my love and I in this very shower together.

She would ever so innocently call for my help to scrub her back. Since I can deny her nothing I jump at the opportunity to assist her with this menial task. I enter the bathroom, steam thick in the air, but it is nothing against my exceptional vision and I can make out the outline of the most dangerous creature I have ever met. She would be arching her back, letting the warm water saturate her mahogany locks. I would silently open the glass shower enclosure and slip and arm around her tiny frame. Pulling her into my solid embrace she would gasp and bring that plump bottom lip between her teeth. That look was one that could start wars. I would gladly wage battle in her honor. I would do almost anything this woman would ask of me.

As if sensing my utter compliance in whatever she could desire she took my arm that was wrapped around her middle and turned her back to me. She looked back over her shoulder and asked "Did you intend on helping me with my back or are you enjoying the view too much?" A growl may have escaped my chest, I can't be sure. I took the loofah that she had been working into a lather and starting circling it over her shoulders. I watched with longing as the suds made a slow path down her spine and curving over her rounded bottom. Oh how I envied those bubbles. I dropped the loofah and started to work the soap into her soft pale skin with my hands. I let them roam over her upper back and slowly made my way further down, following the same path the suds had traveled. When my hands made their way to the slick curve of her hip I had to use every bit of restraint I had to resist the urge to pull her against my throbbing member. I wasn't prepared for Bella to push herself back. She swayed her hips which brought her in direct contact with my now straining erection.

I brought my hands to her front, gently fondling her breasts. They fit so perfectly into my hands. She laid her head back onto my chest and turned to face me. My lips crashed to hers. Pulling her even closer to my body, my tongue licked that delicious bottom lip of hers. A moan more feral than I'd ever heard fell from those luscious lips as I began to roll her wet nipples between my fingers. She was so responsive to every touch. I took everything she would give and gave it back with everything I could. I rocked my hips into her and she ground her bottom further into my groin. As one of my hands continued to pay attentions to her breasts I let the other slide down her abdomen. When my fingers reached the soft curls of my destination I heard her soft plea. "Please Edward, please keep going." I wasn't planning on stopping but her approval was defiantly a welcome sound.

I reached her apex and ran one finger softly through her folds. I had never felt such soft skin before. I used my knee and parted her legs a bit further apart. I circled my finger back across those swollen lips, dipping into her further on each pass. I started to pump deeper and faster as her chest heaved with the ragged breaths she brought in. When I added a second finger her core gripped tightly around me. I could feel the contractions of her inner walls pulse in the most glorious rhythm. The sound of my name coming from her in breathy pants was enough to send me over the edge. My own orgasm ripped through me and I came in several spurts across her back and my own chest.

The distant sound of tile cracking brought me out of my daydream. My wonderful fantasy had caused me to punch through the shower wall as I came hard in my own hand. Esme would be upset that I had ruined her imported Spanish tile but that was the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. These kinds of daydreams were plaguing my thoughts more and more lately. The sexual tension between Bella and I was getting thicker and thicker. Upon her agreement to marry me I promised her I would try to make love to her. At this point the concept of a redeye flight to Las Vegas was sounding more and more appealing.

I finished up my shower and cleaned up the ruined tile. I dressed, bounded out my window, and ran full out to get to my love. As I approached her small two-story home I could already hear her. She was talking in her sleep. This was one of my favorite things about her still being human. As she slept I would get my only chance at her unfiltered thoughts. This was an opportunity that I would never want to miss. I leapt up to her window sill and made my way into her room. She was sprawled out completely covering her small twin bed. Not wanting to disturb her, I sat across the room in her Grandmother Swan's old rocking chair. This was a perch that I often sat in to watch my angel sleep.

I was starting to think that I had missed all the sleep talking of the night when the strangest thing left her lips. A moan, so very similar to the ones I had only imagined in my daydreams, was coming from my Bella. She starting moving more and her thin sheet was pulled to the side. This exposed me to what she was wearing, or should I say not wearing. I had seen Bella in her normal nightly attire before. She would always wear some yoga pants or sleep bottoms paired with a long sleeved t-shirt. I assumed this was to keep her warm while she would snuggle up close to my cold form. But tonight that was not the case. Without me here to cool her down she had went to bed in just a small thinly strapped tank top and blue cotton bikini underwear.

Without thinking about it I was palming the bulging in my jeans. She was having an erotic dream and I was there to witness it, what more could a seventeen year old guy want. Well I could tell you what more I wanted, I wanted her in that shower scene that had run though my mind earlier in the night, but this, this was definitely ok too. I almost felt like a peeping Tom, watching her withering in her bed, groans and heavy breathing eliciting from her and myself. When she brought her own hand under her shirt, to move across her torso, running up her ribs and up to her breast I had to relieve some of the pressure growing under my confining denim. I undid my button fly to let me straining cock free from its confines. This was not something I had ever done before but I had never gotten to witness something so mind blowing before and couldn't look away.

She was rubbing her breast gently at first and then more firmly. As her fingers tugged on her hardened nipple I couldn't help tugging on my own hardened length. Under normal circumstances pleasing myself twice in one night was never something I had to do, but this was most certainly not normal circumstances. I was pulling and rubbing up and down the steel like rod as my angel continued to pleasure herself in front of me. When she arched her back and my name was pulled from her in the most beautiful way this live dream became better than anything I could have ever dreamed up on my own.

I was losing myself in watching her. This is how I missed that she woke up. As she bolted upright in her bed and turned her head from side to side, she seemed to be trying to make sense of the things she was seeing. Then her eyes landed on me and I froze.

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