Twilight is not mine!

Today, I was thinking that this story need more, well to me it needs more, I'll be updating two chapters every 2 to 3 days. I have lots of surprises for you so stay tuned!

Chapter 51

The sense of déjà vu started again, I looked to the corner, and there I saw myself sitting barefooted with my long black clock covering most of me. The bed was placed different before, it was against the other wall; the window where she dangles her hand out with the cigarette was now covered with back cloth. The door to the kitchen was no more; it had been closed of, and bricked, as if there was nothing to indicate that there had ever been access to another room there. I wanted to know but she still was silent letting me remember. Here, this place, right there that's when I fell in love with her.

She was patient and quiet, she hadn't moved from her spot as I walked around the room remembering everything. I knew that she could see it, that she knew what was going trough my head. But still she waited. I stood still over the corner of the room where she kept her paints, I loved watching her paint.

I felt the warmed of her lips against the skin of my back; I turned and captured her lips with mine and her sweet tongue against my lower lip asking for entrance which I eagerly granted.

I slowly moved her to the bed, guiding her slowly with my hands on her hips, I made her lay back as I moved over her, she parted her thighs and I fit between perfectly.

As if we'd been doing this all of our lives, our mouths dance together in a passionate way that heated my skin and made my belly burn with want for her.

-"Marie"- I whispered against her lips. Her hands caressed my bear shoulders and mine combed trough her hair, our bodies molding against eachother in a heated embrace.

I took a chance and moved my hands down to her body; I slide them down to her collarbones and to her smooth arms. I felt eager discovering and conquering new territory with her, she too was eager and hungry for my skin.

The moment she rolled us and straddled my hips was more relief than I could ever imagen. The heats of her sex against my belly stroke the fire further and my instinct to trust against her heat was unbearable.

We grinded and writhed against eachother creating friction to alleviate the growing need in us.

My hands had a mind of there own, they stroked valleys and mounds and breast and nipples softly and sometimes even hungrily stroked and softly pinched to get a rise.

Kissed, suckled, licked and nibbled.

Her soft moans, and gasp, and sometimes even little whimpers of want where music to my ears.

The tank top she wore was flung over her head, dimmed unwanted, her panties soaked through scratched the skin of my lower belly making the fine hair that grows there glistened.

Her lips crashed into mine, with a renewed hunger, there was a taste I couldn't decipher, the sweetness was turning to a bitter and grainier taste, I felt it on my tongue as she flicked hers over mine. The bitterness numbed my tongue and halted any sound I could have made from there on, the pleasure overrode anything else and I let myself be taken over.

Her lips ran down the length of my neck nibbling on my skin.

I was in perpetual bliss as her inhibitions and her instincts took over her.

She moved her lips from my neck, making my muscles clench in need.

She explored every inch of my skin with her lips and fingers and even her tongue marking a path down my front, until encountering a barricade in her journey in the form of the waist-band of my boxers.

Roughly as if she where anoid with the garment, she pulled at them and in one swift move she had me bear and fully erect in her sight.

My erection bounced softly as the need in her eyes zeroed in on it, she licked her lips and before I could even breath, her mouth had engulfed the head of my member between her warm and wet lips.

She licked and suckled and bobbed her head slowly, her hands stocked up and down my length, and she cupped and caressed moving everywhere, felling her hands all over my heated skin

The pressure build beneath me and was threatening to erupt, never had I felt such need for a release and this experience since being my first of the type, my body had no inkling to the overload of sensory pleasure.

Before I know it she release me from the warmed of her mouth, and moves to straddle me again, I feel the warm of her sex, but this time I feel her slickness. She holds my erection in her hand positioning it against her pink pussy lips and slowly lowers herself ever me. Her satisfied grunt and subsequent whimper, makes me sit up and hold her hips tightly to mine.

I kiss her lips I look in to her eyes and try to steady my breathing, She feels to good, that I'm almost there. But first I want her to feel pleasure, I want her to come on me, I longed to mark her, I'm already hers but still I want her to be mine, completely mine.

She slowly rocks herself against me; I try to help her by holding her steady and lifting her above me for added friction. Our eyes stay locked on eachother, and with this we declare our love, our devotion, we where ment to be here at this point and time.

I feel the tightening of my belly and her pussy clamps harder against my aching member, her eyes turn hooded and her lids are almost too heavy to hold open; she whimpers my name and I hold her tighter to me, and rock us faster, she grunts and before I know it she shrieks my name and a litany of other words I can't comprehend.

My eyes rolled back behind my lids as I closed them, my breath speed up, my mouth falls open but there was no sound, I collapse to my back, my head hitting the pillow, my arms fell slack against the sweaty sheets, the over powering need of my brain to flee from the intense pleasure, takes over and as the rush of euphoria swept my body with the release it craved, I erupted inside her and with it taking conciseness, as I floated over us.

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