Took a while… well. It's long… so you know…

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Peaches and Cream- 112

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Chapter 47: I want.

EPOV

I pressed up against the door because I couldn't decide where to start.

She was crawling on my bed like a cat and fuck if I didn't want to leap on her like a lion.

I wanted to show her who and how and…

Breathe.

Fuck she's rolling over.

Hair spread out.

Shirt sliding up.

One knee turning out.

Jeans tight and hiding what I wanted to see.

Hands moving.

Down.

Up.

I swallowed and licked my lips at the idea of tasting every inch of her.

My balls tightened at the idea of how she must feel like.

There.

With me.

Inside.

I wanted.

"Do you want to play some music?" she asked, her voice a little rough.

I shook my head.

I didn't want to hear anything but her moans.

Her breath quickening.

Her voice as it whimpered my name.

She would be the music.

My fingers flexed against the cool wood of the door, preparing to push me away and towards her.

"Come here," she whispered, one hand rising from the bed to curl, beckoning.

And like an invisible string being pulled, she lured me towards her until I stood beside my bed, taking in her beauty.

Her smile teasing me.

Her dark eyes begging me.

Her plump lips asking me.

Her taut breasts taunting me.

Her body inviting me.

Come.

Fuck did I ever want to.

Bella twisted in the bed so that her hand could move towards me, reaching far enough to wrap around the top of my jeans and tugging. I fell over her, the two of us laughing softly when I adjusted so I didn't crush her. Immediately I felt the heat of her, and her breathy sigh did nothing for my reserve.

I wanted to wait.

I wanted to make it special.

But I wanted to find my way inside of her too.

I wanted.

"What do you want?" she asked, looking up at me with lusty eyes.

Breathe.

"I want," I started, groaning at her fingers in my hair, running down my neck, across my chest.

She eased up and I felt her lips at my jaw, humming as she moved. Her mouth captured my skin at my neck, and I could feel her teeth scrape across the sensitive skin there.

"Tell me."

I buried my nose into her neck and kissed her slowly, hoping that maybe with a slow approach, I could stave off the need my body desired. By tasting her slowly, I could savor. I could pleasure her and we could take it slow. I kissed her along her neck, feeling her body move beneath mine for more contact. Her neck eased me to her collarbone where I licked and nibbled until she was panting, grabbing at my shoulders to pull me closer.

"Tell me what you want, Edward."

"You," I groaned from the hollow of her throat, wrapping my fingers around the tops of her shoulders to drag her up off the bed.

We rolled across the blankets until her was above me, her hair creating a curtain around my head as she looked down at me, grinning. I felt her hands moving again, across my chest over my shoulders and down my arms until she interlaced her fingers through mine and drew them up over my head. She leaned forward a little so that she could hold my hands just over my head, leaving her breasts mere inches from my face.

All I had to do was sit up just a little and there, against the side of my cheek was the softness of her. My nose nudged against the shirt, wishing the fabric would disappear. I moved to slip my hand from hers to do it, but she held me a little harder. I looked up into her eyes, to find them gleaming down at me.

"Tell me what you want, Edward," she whispered.

I felt her fingers tighten against mine, her hips pressing down to offer a little more friction.

And her eyes staring into mine with so much determination.

It made me pause.

Did she think she could hold me, like this?

I flexed my arms slightly, testing her. And she tightened and pressed.

Fuck that felt good.

And then she moved a little further up my body, leaving my straining cock with nothing to push against. Her knees clenched slightly around my ribs and she eased her chest towards me, pushing down on my hands a little harder.

"Do you think you can hold me down?" I asked, chuckling.

She raised her eyebrow and cocked her head to the side.

"Do you want me to?"

I felt the tremor work through me. She was trying to control me.

In her own innocent little way.

Only Bella wasn't as innocent as I originally thought.

So what was she doing, trying to hold me down?

It made me want so much more with her.

"I just want to try something," she whispered.

She pressed into me again, her lips covering mine once more. She took my bottom lip into her mouth and sucked on it gently before releasing it to trace her tongue across the opening, asking. I opened up to her, her tongue exploring me much as I had just a few moments earlier. Her mouth on mine made me relax against her, enjoying for just a moment the feeling of letting her lead.

She was good at it.

When she felt me relax, her fingers eased away from mine, tracing over my wrists and then down my arms. I was lost in the feeling of her fingers as they trekked.

Arms to shoulders.

Shoulders down to my chest.

To my stomach where the heat of her pressed.

My eyes lifted to hers to find her watching me, a soft smile playing on her lips as she slowly sat up to take me in. I felt the excitement build from her touch and pushed my hips towards her, wanting her lower. Her eyes moved back up, darker now. My fingers itched to find her hair, or move down to her breasts that lay hidden behind her shirt. But one glance up towards my hands from her and I knew she wanted me to keep them there.

I nodded to her, to let her know I'd play.

I'd give her a chance.

Because when I was done letting her play, I'd get my turn.

Breathe.

I closed my eyes to recollect myself, only to open in surprise when I felt her move above me.

She shifted down, hovering over me as if to tease.

My fingers twitched again.

But her smile made me pause once more.

Play the game.

For now.

I sighed when I felt her fingers move down my stomach, stopping at the hem of my shirt. One quick glance and then she was sliding it up my torso, pulling it up to my shoulders until I raised up just enough for her to slide it to my arms where she left it.

The flimsiest of restraints.

Easily shed.

But this was about trust I knew.

She trusted me, so I would let her do this.

My eyes followed her hands again in anticipation while they trailed down my bare chest.

To my tightening stomach, her nails scratching just a little. I hissed at the contrast. So light and tender to just a touch of insistence by her touch.

It did things to me.

My hands twitched.

Bella's hands paused until I had my hands back above me; her smile wicked when she moved her hands off of me and to her thighs that straddled me. I watched as they moved up, up her thighs to pause at her zipper, teasing me as they continued up.

She was good at teasing.

I held my breath when I watched her fingers curl around the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up with excruciating slowness.

Twitch.

Breathe.

Soft blue of her bra peeked from the bottom of her shirt as it continued up, until her arms were above her head and she was blind behind her shirt.

My turn.

As fast as lightening, I sat up and held her elbows to the side of her head, a surprised yelp escaping her mouth from behind the fabric. I held her there as she squirmed and called out my name, enjoying the sight of her there, captured for my enjoyment.

"I was enjoying that!" she exclaimed, a little muffled.

"You'll enjoy this," I said and flipped her over until she was on her back.

Her cry was loud enough to make me grin.

Of course Emmett would hear it.

Not that I was trying.

It just felt good to have a girl in my room.

Who was squirming underneath me and giggling.

"Let me see!" she said loudly.

"No," I replied, grinning when she arched her back and shift again.

"Why not?"

I leaned in to her, pushing my aching hard on into her middle so that she groaned and trembled.

"That's why," I breathed and pressed a little harder. "Doesn't it feel better when you can't see?"

She moaned and stilled under me, waiting for a moment before I watched her head bob up and down in the shirt.

"I want," I whispered near where I thought her ear was. She whimpered and moved against me. "I want everything with you, Bella."

I let my hands slide down her arms, just as she had, watching as her skin pebbled with my fingers. I wanted to see everything. Enjoy every part of her.

Memorize her.

The soft underside of her arm.

The way her bone popped out a little along her collar.

The way her breasts rose and fell with her breaths.

Seeing the v of her ribcage as she inhaled.

The way her bellybutton beckoned.

Fingers on the button of her jeans, I wanted to see it all.

Touch. Feel. See. Taste.

"Please," she moaned into the air.

The zipper slid down without a hitch, exposing a bit of matching blue like her bra. Licking at my lips, I let my hand graze under her jeans so that I could feel her before revealing her. Her hips bucked against me and I grinned when I noticed her arms moving just slightly.

Not as easy as she thought.

But I wasn't going to tease her long. Because with each tease, my own body felt the pressure. And I was starting to feel the strain.

I slipped from the bed and dropped my jeans while she moved her head from side to side, as if to look for me. It wasn't until my hands reached for her open jeans that she stilled her body, letting out a loud breath that sounded like a happy moan. Slowly I pulled the material down.

I had seen her bare legs before, late at night in her room. By the light of her tiny nightstand light. Now, in the light of my room, I could see just how smooth and well shaped she was. Her thighs as I revealed them flexed and quivered slightly. Her knees made me want to bite them, just knobby enough to knead and grab. And her calves tensed when my hands slid over them to brush her jeans quietly to the floor.

Still with her hands and head bound, I took in her perfect body.

Pale and glowing in the light, without any real blemishes to speak of. No marks.

Innocent. Pure.

And naughty when she brushed her calf up the side of my body, gasping when she felt my bare thigh.

"I want," she panted. "To see."

Funny how we were brought together by something without sight, and now, so desperately we wanted to see what it was that we wanted.

"Wait," I replied softly and moved up the length of her, kissing where her mouth hid.

She moaned against me and tried to pull her arms down to see me, but I reached up to stop her, tugging on the shirt until only mouth was free. She took my lips hungrily now that she could feel them and arched into me with need. I smiled and moved slowly over her, enjoying the magnificent heat of her.

She relaxed back into the bed with my hand, and soon I was rediscovering her as I had that night in her. She remained still under me as I moved.

Her neck.

Her shoulder.

Peeling away the strap to her bra before reaching behind her to unsnap it.

Releasing the material to reveal her beautiful breasts.

My mouth found its way down her smooth skin, delighting in the taste of her along the swell of her breast. My tongue darted out and found the rough texture of her nipple. Her gasp made me want more, and I took it into my mouth, sucking gently. Bella reacted with another jolt towards my body, but kept her hands to her self as I explored the taste of her there.

I hadn't spent much time that night, overwhelmed with everything then.

But now we had some time.

And I wanted to explore every bit.

Tongue to tip. Mouth enveloping. Circling around until I could bite, lightly.

Gasp. Writhe. Begging for more.

And I gave it to her.

I moved from one breast to the other. When my mouth wasn't worshipping one, my hand took over. The warm heaviness in my hand felt like it belonged.

She belonged.

With me.

I tasted her one last time before moving on, wanting more.

Wanting to show her everything.

Wanting.

"Please," she whispered, her stomach tightening when she felt my lips press just above her bellybutton.

"What do you want?" I asked, throwing her words back at her.

She writhed against me, her hips trying to connect with me, but I was above her now.

"Touch me," she breathed, and her arms flexed again.

"Where?" I asked, grinning when I heard her groan in frustration.

This back and forth with her was better than anything I had ever experienced before.

Like we were on an equal playing field.

"God, please Edward," she moaned and flexed her leg around me again, opening herself up more to me.

"Here?" I asked, brushing one fingertip over the top of her underwear ever so lightly.

She nodded and whimpered.

"Here?" I asked, tracing a little further down, to where I could feel she was already wet.

Fuck. She was soaked.

"Yes, please," she grated and pushed her hips up into my hand, practically shoving my finger inside of her even with the cotton barrier.

Hot. Wet. Needy.

She was going to drive me insane.

"I want to take these off," I whispered and kissed the top edge of her underwear.

She nodded into her shirt again and let out a long sigh when she felt my fingers curl against the material. I hadn't seen her completely naked yet, and when I did, I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop from wanting everything.

Would she let me?

My heart sped at the idea of finally being able to have her.

Inside.

I couldn't wait for that feeling.

Maybe tonight.

Bella lifted her hips as I pulled, ever so slowly. Like opening up a present, I watched in fascination as little by little she was revealed to me. Pale white skin, a mole near her hip, and then the first look at hair.

A small patch, neatly trimmed, enough so that it made the mound below seem mysterious. I knew what it looked like bare, but with her I liked it better this way.

I pulled a little more, working it down her thighs and beyond, not caring where they landed as I drew my attention back up to her.

Her sex.

Her legs barely parted and closed slightly at the knees. But still I could see her, glistening and pink and inviting as she lay there. I touched her knee gently with my hand, asking silently for her to open up to me. I heard her breathing pick up when she let me push gently.

"I want to see," I whispered and dipped down to kiss the inside of her knee, making her jolt again.

"Let me see you," she croaked.

Sitting up, I pulled the shirt off of her head, smiling down at her blinking eyes.

"My turn," I whispered and eased back onto my heels between her calves.

I waited patiently while she watched me, while my hands gently traced over her thighs, and down to her knees again before slipping my thumbs in between and spreading her for me to see her. Her eyes fluttered for only a second before she was watching me again with heavy eyes.

Watching my thumbs as the slowly stroked up the long length of her thighs and up.

Up to where I could now see.

Up to lips I longed to touch.

Taste.

Penetrate.

Beautiful lips that needed caressing.

I paused at the top of her thighs, looking up at her again to ask to continue.

I felt her leg pull away, her knee slipping to the bed and opening her up further to me.

"I want to touch you," I whispered.

She nodded and licked at her lips, as if she knew what I most wanted.

My hands moved closer, my thumbs massaging along the outside of her, keeping clear of where I knew she wanted me. She groaned and shifted her hips, my fingers compensating and steering clear.

"You're driving me crazy," she growled and moved her arms down from above her head, sliding them to her sides.

I was teasing, I know. But I wanted her to be surprised when I did what I had planned.

"I promise, this will be good," I replied, and as a it of that promise, I let one thumb trace through her wet slick skin, making her moan and shudder.

Her excitement coursed through me, making my own ache intensify when I took in her arousal. So much of her there for me, but I wanted her to feel more. Laying my head against her hip, I moved slowly, listening to her as I touched her. She moaned softly above me while I touched, feeling her grow wetter with each stroke.

From where I lay, I could smell. I wanted just a little.

Just a little closer.

I let my nose move over her hip, my lips laying an open mouthed kiss against her hip bone.

"Oh, God," she moaned and I felt her hand in my hair then, gripping me hard.

"I want," I whispered against her skin.

Her hair was so close to my nose now, all I had to do was nudge just to the right. I heard her gasp as I inhaled, smelling heaven. The hair here was coarse, and tickled my nose as it brushed through. The heat of her came off in waves, bringing with it her heady scent.

"Oh, please," she cried out, my hair worked through her fingers tight.

She was offering.

She was accepting.

So I just…

Opened my mouth.

Nose tracing.

And kissed.

Her.

"God! Edward!"

Bella.

I kissed her again, feeling her tremble and shake as my tongue peeked out and separated her folds, taking in the full taste of her.

Again.

Over and over.

Like she was nectar.

Air.

Oxygen.

I sucked on her and slid my tongue in deeper to taste her straight from the source. She jerked against me again, forcing me to pull her legs open with my arms. She whimpered and gripped my head a little more forcefully, panting my name over and over as I lavished her with my mouth. When I was sure that she would let me, I slid my finger along her folds, finding her entrance and pushing gently.

"Yessss," she hissed and bucked against me again.

I wanted.

To see her fall apart.

To watch her in ecstacy.

To let her lose control.

Bella panted and thrust against my hand, wanting more. I met her hip, my fingers moving against her more urgently. I could feel her shaking. I knew she was close. I looked up to see her watching me, eyes barely open, mouth open as she breathed. And then her head fell back, neck arching and her voice rang out in a long moan.

I watched her let go. I felt her body tighten.

Felt her clench around me.

Hand in my hair slipped free when he back came off the bed.

Everything about how she let go was so natural.

So out of control and free.

It was beautiful.

I wanted to do that over and over.

I slipped up beside her, smiling at how flushed her skin was, and how she still shuddered from the afterglow. It made me almost forget about my own need.

Almost.

Except that her bare thigh was pressing up against me.

I sat up to take her in once more. So beautiful and in my bed. When her eyes opened, they looked completely and utterly spent. I smirked at the idea that I could do that. I had left her a boneless mass like she had that night with me.

"My body feels like jelly," she mumbled, a lazy smile working across her face.

As much as I wanted to have some relief, the idea of seeing her fully pleasure was enough.

I reached for the bedding that had scattered around while we had moved, and covered her in the blanket, her soft hum making me smile.

"It smells like you," she murmured and snuggled into the covers.

"Well that's disturbing," I retorted, not sure what that meant.

"Mmmm, I like it," she replied and nestled against me, one leg wrapping around me until I could feel her heat on my hip.

I looked at the clock, cringing when I saw the time.

"It's getting late," I whispered. "I should take you home."

She looked up at me with sleepy eyes.

"The idea of having me naked in your bed is that troublesome?" she asked.

I shifted against her enough to where she could feel it was not.

"My mom will be home soon, and I was supposed to behave," I explained.

"I think you behaved," she replied, grinning. "And with such a quiet bed. I like it here."

I chuckled and pulled her closer, wanting to keep her here even if it meant getting caught.

"I told you your bed was dangerous."

"Just wait, mister," she said and traced her fingers down my chest.

So tempting.

"We should get dressed," I whispered. She made a noise something like a whine and pulled me closer. It was difficult to resist with her hands roaming.

I felt her lips graze mine and then she groaned and slowly sat up, looking down at me with half closed eyes.

"Fine," she grumbled and reached for her shirt that lay crumpled by the pillows.

As soon as she had her underwear back in place she slumped back into the pillows.

"I don't want to go just yet," she said, eyeing me as I sat there beside her, still in my boxers. I closed my eyes when her fingers traced across my bare thigh.

"We can lie here for a little bit," I murmured and pulled the blankets back over us, letting her snuggle against me.

"Good," she said, sighing. "A little nap and then I can return the favor."

I smiled into her hair at that.

I liked that she wanted to reciprocate.

So different than….

No more comparisons.

Bella was better than all of that.

I felt her slowly relax in my arms, drifting off to sleep.

I remained awake, thinking about the last couple of weeks with Bella.

Everything had changed with her.

With Bella it was better.

I didn't want to ruin that by pushing too fast.

But she seemed to be happy at the path we were taking.

I inhaled and smiled, still able to smell her on me.

She was everywhere.

It wasn't until I heard the garage door under my bedroom open, knowing that Esme was returning. I slid quietly out from the bed, tucking Bella in a little tighter before grabbing my own clothes. As soon as I was dressed, I snuck my door open just as I heard the door open downstairs.

Leaving my door open wide, I settled into my chair, trying to look inconspicuous by reading.

It only took a minute before I saw my mom pop her head in. She looked at me and smiled, then glanced over at where Bella was sleeping. She paused and then looked back at me, one eyebrow raised.

"She was sleepy, but she didn't want to go home," I explained in a hushed whisper.

"You behaved yourself?" she whispered.

"I was a gentleman, Mom."

I wasn't lying. I let her come first.

She looked back at Bella once more and smiled.

"Well, you should wake her up in an hour or so and get her home so her dad doesn't worry," she said and started to close the door.

She left it halfway open and disappeared down the hall.

I looked back at Bella and let out a slow breath, sad to have to wake her up soon.

I liked having her here with me.

With her, it felt normal.

I knew that when she and I finally took things further, I wanted to be somewhere safe.

With more than a few hours alone.

I had to think of a way to get Esme out of the house for the weekend or something.

And Emmett.

I wondered if he had disappeared before Esme had gotten home.

The answer came when I heard his door creak open and his head peek in, all grins. He put his figner to his lips, as if to tell me to be quiet and then looked over at Bella.

He shook his head and gave me a thumbs up before slipping down the hall, only to have Esme catch him somewhere down the stairs.

"Emmett! You can't sneak girls into the house like that!"

"But Mom! Edward has a girl in his bedroom!"

"I knew about Bella! I didn't know about the blonde that just drove out of here!"

"Mom!"

"Don't mom me! At least Edward was a gentleman."

I smiled and moved to the bed, staying on top of the covers to assume some manner of decorum.

I couldn't stop smiling as I listened to my mom continue.

Emmett was finally getting an earful.

Finally.

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AN: took a little longer to write… sorry about that. But hopefully that was a nice little bit of fun for your weekend?

More soon. Probably not tomorrow. It's the spawn's birthday tomorrow and I am off to Legoland!

So see you probably on Monday!

MWAH!

steph