DCM A/N: Please welcome angelnlove52 to SML, who is giving us a lemon that is a futuretake from her fic Ever, Ever After. Make sure to check out her picture prompt on our blog: dirtycheekymonkeys(.)blogspot(.)com/2011/04/squeeze-my-lemon-april-6(.)html Ready, set, squeeze!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 04.06.11~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harder, Faster, More
Song: S & M by Rhianna
BPOV
I don't think the next movements were consciously derived. Before Edward, or myself, could decide where we went from here, his lips came to mine, leaving a trail of hot searing sweetness in their wake. I could feel every movement he made.
Right away, I could tell, this kiss would be different from any others we shared. We'd never fought before, we'd never had so many stored emotions that conflicted with each other and drove us to this edge of passion. His kiss was harsh and dangerous with a hint of hostility and anger to it.
His tongue didn't request access, it just took what was his and claimed dominance over me. Without another thought, he pushed me back on the bed, causing me to inch toward the center of the bed with him hovering over me.
Edward didn't hesitate before his hands began roaming over my sides and pushing my shirt up and away from my body. His fingers were worn and calloused just as a man's should be; they weren't the rough fingers of the mistake I'd been living with. They spoke to me without words, telling me of their love and sweet caresses before they would administer it themselves. Even with the love they held, they were harsh and demanding. I reveled in the feelings he was inflicting upon my body. It was as if he knew what he wanted, and now he was conquering it—he was devouring me. I had never found someone who could give me the harsh feeling of love, someone to satisfy both needs I insecurely held.
Call me a masochist, but the thought of being spanked, or my hair being gripped had always intrigued me. I wanted to be held and bound in such ways that left me at the mercy of my lover, I wanted to give up and just trust them completely. I needed that sense of security and finally, I found that with Edward. My body was his toy and he could maneuver me any way he desired…as long as I got to play with his joystick.
Edward reached between a few of the buttons on my shirt, gripping both edges tightly before he pulled it apart, leaving the shirt I had stolen from him in shambles. My breath caught and became shallow, loud pants as the buttons clattered against the night stand and headboard with the strength he administered. The hand full of times Edward and I had been together had never been like this—each time he had always treated me like an angel, a delicacy. This was something entirely different; this was wanton and savage. His actions brought about reactions I'd never experienced before. I felt chills trickle down my spine, my heart beating to get out of my chest, my panties soak with my juices and need for him. Everything in me was calling to him, screaming his name, begging for more. As if he heard the pleading, Edward reached up behind his back, pulled his shirt off by the collar, and discarded his own shirt next.
I could feel the warmth of his body encasing mine as he pushed his weight into me. His strong chest met my soft flesh and we both groaned on contact. He was hot—too hot but I needed him close. I wanted to reach up and pull him to me tighter, fusing our skin together so I would never lose this sensation.
Edward's hands palmed at my breast, his thumb roaming over the taut nipple of my right breast. My loud, embarrassing moan was dissolved by his thirsty kiss. If possible, his kiss became hungrier—starving even—desperate for more as his tongue violently played with mine.
With more passion than I'd ever felt before, I reached forward and ran my hands down the muscles of his chest. The coil and strength I felt there did nothing to quench my need for more—it only forced it to grow more luscious. The more I felt of him, the more I wanted. He felt more wonderful than anything I could have ever imagined. Calvin Klein models and all their bulk held nothing on my hunk of a man.
On their own accord, my fingers trailed and traced each line of definition over his abs, wishing it were my tongue doing the exploring. I could almost taste his salty skin on my pallet. I wanted it. I wanted the brackish taste of musk and man in the back of my throat, filling me completely. The passion between us was stronger than I had ever felt. My insides were burning and gasping for more friction.
I hadn't compartmentalized the fact Edward was humping me until I tried to loosen his pants so I could place my fingers around his girth. I wanted to use all my strength and flip him over so I could kiss down his body and take him fully in my mouth—at least that way he would be in me in some form or another.
"Fuck. I want you so bad," Edward groaned out into the hollow behind my ear once my fingers met his length. He bit into the flesh where his lips had just left and licked away any discomfort he may have caused. The sensation left behind, left me no choice but to moan louder than I'd ever allowed. There was no stopping the natural reactions my body had to him. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything. It almost felt as if he were ambrosia straight from the lips of Zeus himself.
"Then do it. Edward, fuck me," I begged as he bit down once more, harder this time. "Fuck…" I moaned once again as his tongue lapped at the swollen skin.
After those words left me, Edward didn't waste any more time. His hands left my breasts, leaving them cold and desolate, and claimed the top of my pants. He didn't wait for any other acceptance from me before he grabbed the top of the spandex leggings and pulled them away from my body. Following his lead, I unzipped his pants, pushed them and his boxers down with my feet, before raising my knees on either side of his body, impatiently waiting for him to line himself up with my opening.
A gasp parted from my lips as he surprised me by kissing down my neck, paying extra attention to my collar bones and down my chest and stomach. The growth on his face scratched my sensitive skin in the most delicious of ways. It screamed out to me, telling me how raw and manly everything about him truly was. A loud, embarrassing moan erupted from me the moment I felt his warm, wet muscle flick at my clit. My back arched away from the bed and my hips bucked up simultaneously, begging for more attention.
If ever there was a question, Edward's tongue on me was the second best feeling in the world—the first being his dick entrapped in my core. His hands gripped my thighs more tightly, keeping me still as his tongue thrashed away at every sensitive spot he could find. I could feel the course hair around his mouth against my sensitive flesh, mixing with the sweet, soft sensation of his unhurried, wet muscle. The combination was enough to set me on the brink of collapse. Each time the roughness would rub against me, my body would arch off the bed, begging for release. Long, hard licks were even matched with softer teasing strokes. Languid, lazy circles followed nips and sucks which quickly sent me screaming and thrashing against his face.
My fucking Jesus Christ, I'd never felt anything like that before. I'd never come that hard on a tongue before.
His actions finally caught up to my current mindset, I wanted nothing more than to be manhandled and robbed dirty. I wanted him to call me his slut. I wanted him to treat me as a whore. I wanted the pain mixed with the delicious pleasure. I needed his hands on me. I needed him to channel his fierceness, his bitterness, and mostly his anger he was exuding just moments before. My body was shivering with anticipation of mixing our pain and our pleasure. I wanted it all, and I wanted it directed at my body in the worst ways imaginable.
Trying to get him into the same frame of mind, I grabbed Edward by the hair and harshly tugged him up toward my mouth. I knew I didn't pull hard enough to actually hurt him, just enough to show him I was fighting for dominance, and I wanted him in on this battle too. I wasn't about to give him room to protest. I needed to feel whatever he had pent up inside of him. I deserved his wrath, and I was asking for it.
When his kisses weren't as angry as I needed them, I murmured, "What part of 'I want you to fuck me' did you not understand?" I asked, looking into his half-lidded eyes. His eyes were a dark forest green, seeping with unbridled desire. I'd never seen this look in any man's eyes, but I knew it made me want more.
Where this secure Bella was coming from, was beyond me. Somewhere along the line, temptress Bella overshadowed meek and self-conscious Bella. I had never been one to ask for anything in the bedroom. I'd always been the one to allow the man to control the situation and get whatever pleasure he wanted from me, leaving me to get what I could. Speaking up and actually asking a man to fuck the living shit out of me was more than I could comprehend. That being said, there was nothing I wanted more than just that.
I couldn't help but to shiver at the thought of Edward being rough with me. His hands gripping my hips tightly, holding me in any position he wanted me in, flipping my body as he saw fit, taking from me whatever he wanted. Fuck, I was dripping at the thought. It was impossible not to react to the thoughts, especially once they were mixed with the look of unadulterated lust I found in his eyes.
God, it was impressive I hadn't flipped him over and ridden him like a motherfucking cowgirl by this point. I needed him more than I needed air in my lugs. I needed to feel him thrust into me. I needed the ultimate release only he could give me.
"Please, Edward, I need it…I need you…God, just please…."I begged unabashedly.
Without further question, he raised one of my ankles and placed it on his shoulder as he pressed himself into my folds and rubbed himself against the soft pink flesh, coating himself in my juices.
Cautiously at first, he ever so slowly entered me inch by precious inch, preparing me for whatever he was willing to bestow upon me. Both of us moaned as he filled me to the hilt before he pulled out to do it again. I pushed my hips forward, trying to get him to increase his speed and strength, but he pulled away farther.
"How hard? How hard do you want me to fuck you, Isabella?" Just the sound of my full name rolling from his lips was enough to cause me to moan. He said it so salaciously, wrapping it in perfect velvet and delivering it with the perfect amount of lust.
"Hard," I answered in a moan. "As hard as you can give it to me. Don't over think this, just do it. Punish me, Edward. Just fucking fuck me," I begged. There was no amount of the lengths I would travel to get what I wanted. I should be horrified by the way I was acting, a proper lady shouldn't beg like this.
Then again, I was his wanton slut for the evening. That right there counteracted anything I was before this moment.
Oh, God. Fuck me hard he did! Edward's hips thrust into me and his balls smacked up against my ass as he pushed into me with all his might. I felt my insides scream with the sudden fill, but my stomach soared with the feeling of absolution with his movement. Over and over again his cock moved in me, hitting places a girl could only imagine existed. Edward once again taught me that the G-spot was not a myth, but in reality a button that only the most skilled of men could actually reach and manipulate. Each time he hit it, my voice soared to new octaves, impressing both of us.
"Do you like it when I fuck you, Isabella? Huh?" Edward gasped as he bit down on my earlobe.
"God. Yes! Yes, Edward, yes," I screamed incoherently.
"You like it when I take control and fuck you hard like a dirty ravenous slut?" he asked again. Oh fuck me, he used the word. I felt myself tighten around him as I ran that word over in my mind.
When too much time had passed, Edward grabbed a hold of my hair and pulled tightly. "Answer me, damnit!" he demanded.
"Only your slut," I mewed.
"Answer the question, Isabella. Do you like it when I fuck you hard?" he asked, stopping himself mid thrust.
I whimpered at the loss of friction, but pushed my hips upward trying to get him moving again. "Yes," I answered in a small disgruntled voice.
"Then answer me when I ask you a question. Tell me who is making you feel this good."
"Shit, Edward," I groaned as he started thrusting into me, harder than before.
Edward's hand crept up my body and found a gentle purchase around my neck. In a soft massaging motion he started tightening his hand around me, not restricting my oxygen, but tight enough that if I wanted to stop breathing on my own, it would give me the sensation of being choked.
I wasn't sure how I felt about the idea. I'd never entertained the idea of choking. Edward didn't allow me to ponder the idea for long before his hand moved to my hair again.
"I was so pissed at you," he grunted. "So pissed."
"Fuck," I groaned, not sure what we were even talking about but feeling another convulsion start to build in my lower belly.
"You feel so good around my cock," he moaned as I started to tighten. His thrusts became harder and harder as he picked up speed. I felt him bite down on my neck, just above my collar bone. I'll be damned if I didn't nearly cum right then.
"Edward, God, I'm so close…ah fuck, I'm so close," I whimpered, pushing my hips up to meet him harder and with more verger.
"Cum. Cum for me. I want to feel you cum around me."
As the words came to life, his thrusts grew more unsteady and more unpredictable. I felt my walls clamp down around him as my eyes forced themselves closed tightly and a shrill scream with his name riding its coattails erupted from me. His body tensed, each muscle recoiling and spasming as he shot his seed into me. Weakly, his hips continued their task as he milked himself dry, only to lose any strength his arms held before. His body fell on top of mine unceremoniously, crushing me in the process. I wasn't about to complain, after that, I needed him closer.
Our chests battled against each other for dominance as we laid there, basking in each other, just trying to catch our breath. Once we calmed down from our highs, Edward rolled off me, coming to my side and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist.
"Are you okay?" he asked cautiously.
Words were out of my reach at the moment. Sputters and sighs were about the only thing I could comprehend at the moment.
"Edward Cullen, I think you effectively fucked my brains out," I muttered with a soft laugh.
DCM A/N: *bends down and stretches out muscles* we want hard too, we don't need our brains, come on Edward, RAWR! Leave angelnlove52 some love or at least a towel to wipe her brow after writing that.
We are extremely giddy, excited, happy and generally squeezing our legs for next week's Squeeze My Lemon. 22blue is going to be writing for us and giving us an outtake from her steamy and hot fic Red.
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