Lemons coming your way.
Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.
I own nothing, except this story and all my grammar mistakes.
He pushed me against the wall, kissing me with a passion of a thousand fires. Letting all of his frustrations desire and lust he kept pushing away for the last few weeks, maybe even years into this one kiss. I didn't object,didn't push him away, only wanting more, pushing my tongue into his mouth, massaging and tasting it, altogether with the taste of his lips. Once he ran out of breath, his lips went to my neck, removing my hair, and sucking on it like there was no tomorrow. Only now.
"You're mine," he whispered breathlessly,yet ever so fierce.
I moaned, surprised at this part of Edward that was only now revealed, this possessiveness and need for me. The fierceness in his voice that made my panties wet, and my pussy aching with a need for a release.
"Only mine. God, I wanted this for so long. Dreamed about it."
"Touch me then," I moaned, pleading.
"Take your shirt off." He commanded with a lust in his tone, impatient, and I had no problem to fulfill this exact command of his.
As soon as helped me with it, he instantly took off my bra as well, putting his face between by boobs, touching, squeezing and taking them in his mouth.
"God, how I missed your tits."
I moaned at his dirty talk, feeling even more wetness between my legs.
It was interesting how even though my brain didn't remember any of this, my body did. Suddenly sparking with fire, and instant lust at his every touch, every squeeze, every lick. Every groan of pleasure.
"More," I moaned, pleading and demanding at the same time.
He lifted me up, my legs instantly intertwining around his hips. He took my breast back in his mouth, sucking on my nipples, slightly biting, ever so lightly before thrusting deeply, harshly.
"Is this what you wanted ha? Or is it maybe not enough? Maybe its my hand that you want inside you, ha? Feeling you tightening around my fingers while I watch your face come for me? Is that what you want?" he asked, thrusting into me again and again.
I groaned. "Fuck! Yes. I'll do whatever you want...I'll...I'll beg just...just...make me come. I'm aching for your touch."
"Mine," he growled once again before unzipping my pants and his fingers finally finding their way inside me.
"Fuck. You're so wet."
"For you."
"Fuck yeah. Only me. Say it."
"Only you." I moaned.
His fingers fumbled a bit before finding my clit, touching and rubbing it a few times while kissing my neck, my collarbones, finding once again my breasts.
I was so fucking close, I could almost feel it. That tingling sensation, the warmness slowly spreading over my entire body.
"So fucking close," I murmured to him.
His pressure increased for a few moments until removing them and thrusting two of his fingers inside of me, fast and deep as it would go. That was it for me. My back arched, my arms tightening around him, pulling him ever so closer to me before letting out a cry from my lips.
"Shit. I can feel you squeezing me Bella. So tight. That's right. Let me see you. Fuck, you look so fucking sexy when you come."
Edward was still sucking on my neck while rubbing him self off me. As much as I was tired, I knew he could use some help, so I took my hand inside his pants, rubbing him slowly.
He groaned, putting his hand over mine, rubbing faster and stronger for a few times before he came himself.
And if seeing Edward coming was anything close like I felt, it was fucking amazing. Amazing to see him falling apart in my hands, groaning out my name in a single most sexiest voice was something that I knew I could never get enough of. Private and erotic at the same time, for my eyes only.
After we both took a quick shower (separately, unfortunately), and got dressed, we were both sitting in the kitchen, eating the delicious dinner Edward made us. Or at least tried to.
I was still floating in my bliss while Edward, well, since he got out of a shower, he didn't say a word to me. He was even avoiding to look at me.
I gave him the space, hoping that whatever bothered him would pass. But it didn't. As the time passed,he looked more and more sullen.
I couldn't take this shit anymore. "What the fuck is with you? You're been moping around since you got out of the shower."
He said nothing, not even bothering to look my way, instead of just playing with his food that he had no intentions of eating.
"Talk to me for crying out loud! Did I do something?"
"Of course not," he mumbled, so low I barely understood him.
"Then what Edward? Please look at me while I'm talking to you."
Hesitant as he seemed to be, few moments later, he finally lifted his eyes to mine, and I could see everything written on his face. He was ashamed.
"Are you ashamed? Ashamed of what we did? Edward, we did nothing wrong. Neither did you. On the contrary, I thought it was fucking amazing."
A nod." Yes, it was but...You're wrong. I did. I shouldn't have been so...so.."
I took his face in my hands, looking right back at him me so he would see I was being serious and completely honest.
"Edward is this about..." Sigh. " Listen, did I in any part of the dry humping we did showed that you being demanding or rough bothered me? Did I? Ha? Answer me."
"No," he said, shaking his head.
"Exactly. I'm not as fragile as you might think, and believe it or not this caveman thing, this dominant side of you that I saw this afternoon, well...it was actually quite hot. And believe or not-which I believe you witnessed yourself-I actually like it rough."
"Yeah?" he asked, the shame he was feeling going slowly away, being replaced with a tiny smile, a smirk.
"Absolutely," I grinned.
"Good to know," he said, the smirk more pronounced now.
I sighed. "I'm glad we got this settled. Now, let us eat."
"I believe it would be your turn, you know... tit for tat."
I smirked. " I believe you already got a nice portion of my tit this afternoon."
He grinned, even chuckled once. "I'm not talking about that, and you know it."
"There is nothing else to talk about."
"Isn't there?What about your dreams?"
"What about them?" I asked, stalling.
A sigh. "Bella. Come on. Humor me."
"Edward, they were just nightmares."
His eyebrow lifted. "Were they?"
"Weren't they?" I asked.
He shrugged. " I don't know, you tell me."
"Do you know something I don't?"
"Tell me about them,"he said, not answering any of my questions, just...waiting.
So I told him all about them. In every detail. All of them just my imagination, dreams, that fact was clearly obvious , except one. I remembered it with such detail, while telling it to Edward, that in one point, I actually started to wonder if I was wrong.
"I'm sorry," Edward said, pity in his eyes.
"For what? If you know something, tell me already."
"The girl, and the mother..."
"Yes?" I asked, impatient.
"Well...it was...no dream."
"So, what you are saying is..."
He nodded softly. "Yes. The little girl is you and the woman is...was your mom. Renee and you were coming back from the store when a drunk driver hit you. They were able to save you at the last moment, but your mother...she didn't make it."
"How old was I?" I asked quietly, curious.
"Nine, I think."
I nodded, needing time to process all of this.
And he let me, being quiet with me.
Not even realizing the same moment when his hand touched my cheek-wiping it away with his fingers- that I was actually crying. Sobbing.
He leaned in, taking me in his embrace,his hands holding me as tight as he was able, letting me cry myself out, ruining his shirt with my salty tears. Letting me mourn for my pathetic, lonely life that I lived before Edward found me. To mourn for my long lost mother, for my father that probably spent just as much time as the Cullen's did looking for me after I disappeared, only to get shot and die, never finding out the truth, rather dying with guilt and remorse of never even having the chance to see me alive, dying all alone. The same thought made me weep even more for him.
So many people l loved had been lost.
"I'm here," Edward whispered in my ear, his voice soft and kind. Full of honesty and trust.
And that was true. He was here, with me. But for how long?
I didn't want to think about that right now. I just held him closer to me, my hands tightening as closer as possible, burrowing my face into the space between the neck and shoulder, taking deep breaths and his scent with me.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"Anytime," he answered, giving a quick kiss to my forehead.