Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is responsible for that infuriating, cockblocking wedding night scene. I'm just taking matters into my own hands.
A/N: So I'm going where so many others have gone before. I think no other part of Breaking Dawn has inspired more frenziedly written fanfics than the one mentioned above. I humbly present to you my take on what happened that night.
LuluM, I deleted almost half of this fic in order to fit the 500 or less word challenge. Just wanna let ya know. ;)
PTB SMUT UNIVERSITY WEEKLY ASSIGNMENT
ORGASM ME TO BITS AND THEN THE END
His kiss was different. Less restrained. Considering that this was our wedding night, he probably was allowing himself to open up more. It delighted me to no end.
"Edward," I whispered against his lips when I stole a breath in between kisses. I ran my hands on his damp chest, admiring the way his muscles rippled when he shifted his weight so as not to crush me.
"Bella, sweet Bella." His reverent words struck a chord in my heart. He made me feel like I was responsible for the utter joy on his handsome face, and I wanted to tell him that it was exactly the same for me. My words became lost, though, in a breathless moan when I felt his lips nibble gently on my neck. I easily got lost in the myriad sensations his hands and lips and tongue evoked on my body.
The concentration on his face gave way to a sort of drugged elation whenever I responded loudly and positively to him. He took his time, making sure I was ready for him when the time was right. Countless moments I begged for him to take me, but with absolute patience he kept telling me, "Not yet."
With his long, talented fingers and insatiable tongue, he brought me to heights similar to my experiments with myself before. Not exactly the same though. Each time was a bit different from the others, with its own delectable flavor.
He carefully stretched me with a finger, gradually adding another until I thought I couldn't take more. But nothing could have prepared me for what I felt when he finally entered me.
It was a strange sensation, like I was being filled to my full capacity. It felt uncomfortable at first, but thankfully it was not the sharp pain I'd expected from reading too many bad stories.
He paused until my body began to accommodate his and learn to find enjoyment in it. His slow movements caused dormant parts of me to stir and awaken until my whole body was right there with him, meeting him plunge for plunge.
Heat invaded my limbs and traveled south, where our bodies were joined. The delicious warmth pervaded it until I could think of nothing but the sweet ache building up to a fevered pitch.
He was not so immune anymore. His eyes had rolled shut, focus replaced with delirium. He had never looked more beautiful.
It was this image that was branded in my heart when I decided to let go. With mind-numbing intensity, I was swept away in a maelstrom of pleasure, where there was no sight or sound, only feeling.
Much later, when we were both spent and I was starting to doze off, a thought came to me. All the things we had gone through, good or bad, culminated in this perfect moment where we were finally united in soul and body. No matter what happened in the future, I knew I would have it no other way.