SM owns. NOT BETA'D.
Witfit prompt: DELAY (I kid you not)...
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If you were to tell me about three years ago that I would be where I am at this moment, I'd laugh in your face.
But as I take quick stock of what's happening, I'm not laughing.
Not at all.
I honestly don't remember giving the taxi driver instructions back to my hotel.
I do remember what her lips felt like... tasted like.
I don't remember walking through the lobby and into the elevator.
I do remember pressing her against the elevator wall and feeling her soft curves and hearing her little sounds.
I also remember her hands gripping my hair almost painfully as I ground against her.
I should be petrified. The old me would be flipping the fuck out right now.
Sex... with Bella. My best friend.
But I'm not. Not at all.
Her pants are peeled off so I can feel her soft as fuck legs as she straddles me on the bed.
So warm. So soft. Everything about her is soft. I'm addicted. How did I pass this up for years? I'm such an idiot.
"You're so beautiful," I pant into her mouth, pulling myself up to sit, our chests pressed close together as I kiss her hard. I love the quiet moans she makes when one of my hands moves to wrap around her, settling on her perfect ass. My other hand moves up and down her side, feeling the softness of her little sweater.
"I missed you so much," I whisper against her chest. Her hands are in my hair again, and I think it's the best fucking things ever.
"Oh, God. Edward, is... Is this really happening? This is what you want? Because, this is it for me, you know that, right?"
I move to look at her right in the eye. My fingers caress her cheeks then her bottom lip, swollen from my kisses.
"Bella, I love you. I flew eight hours to get to you. This is not a quick fuck for me. You were never that for me. You were always different. You are what I want. You are everything to me now. No more delay. I don't want to wait anymore. But I will, if you want to take this slower. I'd be just as happy to lie next to you and hold you all night. I'm not going anywhere." My voice is raspy, my throat tight.
Her expressive dark eyes fill with wetness and I immediately wipe a tear from her cheek.
"I don't want to wait." She says, clearly into the darkness.
Then she leans away and takes her sweater off. The she takes her bra off.
She's perfect. And I do what I can to show her she's perfect. Because I'm done with words.
She pulls at my long sleeve shirt and I help until it's off.
"Take these off," she commands, and I quickly maneuver to somehow take my pants off. I'm about to take my underwear off before her hand slips down and presses down there.
"Fuck," I groan. Her perfect little hand feels so fucking good I can barely move.
When I'm completely bare to her I flip her over gently and peel off her panties. My fingers wander to feel her wet and so fucking warm and soft. She gasps and pulls me down to kiss her. I oblige.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Angelgirl. My angel..."
"Please..." She pleads.
She's soft everywhere. Like I said: I'm addicted. I want to taste her so bad, but not now. Now, I want inside.
When I'm right at her entrance, I make a point of looking at her, I want to see her. I need to.
Her legs wrap around me, pulling towards her. She wants me.
"I love you, Bella," I say before pushing inside.
My head drops into her neck, my eyes shut tight. Fuck, how is feeling this good even possible?
"Holy shit, B. Holy shit..."
This is beyond anything I've ever experienced. Ever.
Watching her come undone under me, her beautiful face flushed, bright, and alive... it's pure... just pure.
Feeling the warmth of her sleeping body next to me later...
I'm in love. I love her so fiercely, I'm in awe.
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A/N: So there's that.
Thoughts?