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Irrevocable
Summary
It doesn't matter when I live my life, as long as it's with you.
Chapter 6
Bella
Hands, lips, teeth and tongue; stroking, kissing, sucking and licking; I couldn't get enough of him and before I knew it I was laying back on the bed, with no idea how I got there, my robe and top abandoned on the floor alongside his shirt. My skin was on fire everywhere he touched me, surrounding me with his scent.
Losing myself in him was not what I had planned, but I was helpless to do anything except writhe under his assault. Releasing my lips because we both needed air to breathe, he rained kisses down my throat and along my collarbones, heading for my nipples. They were hard enough to cut glass as his mouth reached for one, his hand ministering to the other, my back arching them towards him, eager for more. Switching from one to the other and back again, that fire was burning inside me now; burning from the inside out.
Dragging my leg up over his hip, his fingers slid along the outside of my thigh and under the edge of my shorts, brushing against the wetness he found. I groaned into his mouth, my hand smoothing over his chest, tickling the hair at the waistband of his trousers, eager to feel the soft skin over the hard steel of his cock. I couldn't deny that I wanted to see and touch every part of him; to have him in my mouth and bring him to his knees, so to speak.
His fingers collected evidence of my arousal and then moved on to my clit, rubbing in small circles and my hips jerked back toward them, inviting them to invade me further. Within seconds, I was on the edge as first one and then a second finger pushed into me from behind, brushing against that spot inside. I came hard against his fingers, with a long drawn out moan, which he captured with his mouth, his tongue mimicking their movement.
My hand brushed found its way into his trousers, gripping him hard. Using his own pre-cum as lubrication to ease the passage of my hand over the soft skin of his cock, I urged him onto his back. Letting go of the prize for a few seconds, I yanked at his trousers finding him bare underneath. Before he could rid himself of them totally, my mouth descended on him and I took him deep into my throat. A strangled groan worked its way out of his mouth as he fell back against the pillows, allowing me to lift off and admire his cock, which stood up against the white skin of his belly, the head purple with need.
"Bella ... you don't need to do ... do ... this." His voice stuttered and his eyes opened, filled with lust.
Keeping his gaze, I lowered my head. "But I want to, Edward; don't fight it." I took him back into my mouth; sucking and licking. I flicked my tongue in the slit of his cock and his head fell back again, his stomach muscles clenching. I could feel his cock pulsing as it grew harder in my mouth but before I could encourage him to come; he reached for me, dragging me to him and onto my back.
He stripped himself of his trousers and yanked my shorts off, pressing my legs open and up. Sliding down, his mouth connected with my clit, immediately sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. My hands, predictably, tangled in his hair, tugging at it hard and pulling his mouth shamelessly towards me. The vibration of the groan resulting from my action sent a tingle through my body and I came again, undulating against him as he licked me slowly down and back to reality.
Crawling up my still quivering body he planted his elbows on either side of my head and kissed me before burying his entire length into me in one hard thrust. Small, repetitive, tingling bursts of pleasure coursed through every nerve I had, settling inside me, filling me with a burning need to come again. He stilled and groaned deep in his chest before sitting back on his heels to watch his cock driving into me and withdrawing, over and over again. His eyes drifted shut as I watched him valiantly struggle to hold himself back; waiting for me to catch up.
I couldn't take my eyes off his face and reached for him, encouraging him to lay his entire body on mine. His movements became choppy and erratic; his fingers slipping between us to rub furiously on my clit, until the sensations of a third orgasm rushed over me, longer and deeper than before. Calling out my name ... Bella ... his cock pulsed inside me, filling me with his heat.
Edward stilled for a few minutes and then rolled to one side, pulling me along with him and hugging me to his body. As my senses calmed, I realized that this was not what I had intended to do and that there was a great deal we still had to talk about. He was fast becoming more to me, and somehow I knew that his feelings ran deep, as well. Just how deep for both of us, we still had to discover.
As if he could read my mind, his voice came out low and gravelly, "What are you doing to me, Bella? Who are you? Where do you come from?"
As I took a breath to answer him, he murmured, "We should really talk later, you know." His breathing became deeper as I felt his body relax into sleep, and I was helpless to do anything except follow him.
The need to pee woke me some time later. The sun had set and twilight covered the sky. I was reluctant to move but my bladder had other ideas so I slid out from under Edward's arm, watching as he pulled the pillow I had been sleeping on into the space I had occupied. I smiled and made my way to the facilities, splashing water on my face after I had washed my hands. A look in the mirror showed the effects of his hands running through my hair; I looked like I had been truly fucked. I giggled at my reflection and headed back to the bedroom, looking for the robe I had found earlier.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him sleep, I knew I was falling for him in a big way. Walking to the window, I gazed down at the same courtyard I had seen before, still not sure about what had happened to put me here. I knew it wasn't a dream; that much was clear. There was no way my imagination could have made up such an elaborate scenario. I looked back at Edward as he murmured my name, bringing a smile to my lips, and I hoped he was dreaming of me the same way I had dreamed of him for the last week.
I had no wish to have a conversation with him right now, so instead of waking him, I sighed and decided that I would leave it until the morning; not that I had any idea what the time was right now. Dropping the robe on the floor, I slid into bed behind him and moved my body as close to him as I could get, drifting off to sleep.
I was woken with lingering kisses across my shoulders and down the line of my spine. Goosebumps erupted on my skin after each touch, branding me. I stretched as he reached the lowest point and his tongue reversed direction, eventually finding my willing lips, plundering my mouth with a breath stealing kiss.
Turning over to face him, my gaze was captured by blazing green eyes and a lopsided grin. My heart gave a lurch in my chest as I realized that I was long past falling for him, I was already there. I had no way of knowing how he felt and, added to that, there were two very obvious problems. The most pressing of which was his marriage to this Mary-Alice person, since technically I was encouraging him to cheat. The other wasn't as tangible; where was I, and how was I there?
Edward must have seen the flash of emotions across my face as his smile fell a little. "What is it, Bella? Talk to me, please?"
The room was light, although it didn't look as if the sun was shining today, echoing my trepidation. I had no idea how to tell him what I thought was happening; at least to me. Pulling myself up in bed, ready to dive into the conversation, I tried to work out where to start.
"I'm not sure you will believe this, but here goes. I think that, somehow, I'm from the future." His mouth opened but I held up my hand. "I know, I know, it sounds even more ludicrous said out loud, believe me. Before you say anything, let me try and explain, please. In the house I'm renting I found a box, which contained pictures of you and your parents; that's how I knew who you were. There were also letters, clearly written to and from your father and mother. From reading them, it looks as if they met and fell in love here in the States, when your father was visiting. He must have returned here after going back to England to marry her and you were born here. Amongst the photographs and letters, there were also journals written by your mother, detailing your lives."
Edward leapt from the bed, raking his hands through his hair, seemingly unaware of his nakedness. I couldn't help looking and his rant was a little lost for a moment as I tuned his voice out in favor of the sight in front of me. As he turned to face me for the second time, his snort of amusement brought me out of my stupor, followed by the loudest rumble my stomach had ever given.
I colored in embarrassment. "What?" I tried unsuccessfully to pretend innocence, and pulled the sheet up to cover myself.
"My eyes are up here," his tone was amused, as he pointed to his face. "It would seem that you are unable to concentrate at the moment. I think it would be best if I obtained something for you to eat; perhaps then you would be able to cease your shameless ogling."
He stopped for a moment. "Then we should talk about this ridiculous notion of yours. There is no possible way you could be from the future; that's completely impossible."
With that he drew on his trousers and shirt, leaving the room with a final growled, "Don't go anywhere."
I decided that while he was gone, I would freshen up again and by the look and feel of my hair, run a comb through it. Leaving the bed, I grabbed for the robe I had left on the floor, loosely tying it. Heading for the bathroom, I took care of the usual and splashed my face with water. Musing that wherever here was, while I missed toothpaste and face creams, I decided that, at least there were indoor toilets.
Back in the bedroom, I looked for something to bring some order back to my hair, which resembled a haystack. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I caught a glimpse of the silver comb I had used last night, hidden under my cami, on the floor.
"That's strange," I murmured to myself. "Why on earth would that be here?" An inkling of an idea came to me as I was teasing out the tangles, but before I could follow the thought to any conclusion, a familiar feeling of nausea and dizziness came over me. My last thought before the blackness overtook me was of Edward.
**Irrevocable**