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Chapter 7

Trip Planning

Bella

Groaning, I woke up.

It had all been just a nice dream. Damn!

Edward hugged me tighter and whispered, "Are you okay?"

I nodded with a sigh.

"Yes. Just had a good dream and when it got the best, I woke up."

Edward chuckled.

"What do you think about telling me about your dream?"

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.

He just grinned knowingly.

"I was wondering. You didn't make a sound. I hope you were dreaming about me."

He sounded so unsure. How could he even remotely believe that I ever dreamed of anyone but him?

"From you, of course. Who else, Edward Cullen?"

He did not respond at all to my more or less rhetorical question.

"Good!" he replied with a smile. "So. Are you going to tell me about it now?"

His hands stroked over my body.

I didn't say anything, couldn't. It was too embarrassing.

He chuckled softly and nibbled on my ear.

"You know, if you tell me, I might very well be able to put the best part into action. Because experiences like that are really nicer than wet dreams."

I smirked, even though I was tomato red.

"What do you know about 'wet dreams'?"

"Mmm ... okay, not too much. But I have noticed that they are usually unsatisfactory."

"I wouldn't say that!", I returned.

His hands gently slid under my top, drawing small circles on my stomach, shoulders and hips. His lips sucked mercilessly on my neck.

"Edward!", I moaned.

Innocently he looked at me.

"Yes, my heart?"

"You don't really fight fair!"

His innocent smile would not faze me this time.

"Why fight, little angel?"

He whispered against my neck, his cold breath sliding over my heated skin.

"To get what you want."

He chuckled again.

"Oh, so you're not enjoying this at all, dear? Isn't this as good as your little dream?"

I sighed.

Of course! In my dream had occurred a lot less clothes, but much more animalistic moaning, but basically this was much better.

So I answered honestly, "Edward, you know ... Every minute I spend with you is better than any dream."

He smiled.

"So who's not fighting fair here?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

He elegantly turned over me, holding my wrists together above my head with one hand, and whispered, "Believe me, Bella, I will make you tell me everything. I will torture you until you tell."

I chuckled.

"You don't scare me, not even a little bit." In fact, quite the opposite. To be honest, the thought of what he just did turned me the hell on. Hopefully he realized how mega wet I was already. That was his plan anyway, right? To 'torture' me until I told him about my perverted dreams.

His free hand stroked my cheek, my lips.

I smiled.

He should rather not have done that. That had been a mistake. And what he could do, I could do long ago.

I took his finger in my mouth, sucked firmly.

Edward did something he had never done before.

Otherwise it had always been me who had done that. He licked his lips, biting his lower lip in a way that was so damn sexy it should have been illegal. His teeth gnawing over his lower lip reminded me how much he seemed to like it when I made use of my teeth in caresses.

So I bit not too tenderly on his finger, circling it with my tongue.

Edward's hips crashed against mine, his jeans tightening around his hard arousal. He quickly pulled his index finger out of my mouth.

"You're a devil."

I chuckled and grinned as diabolically as I could.

"Oh Edward!", I purred. "I love it when you talk to me in that filthy way."

He laughed.

"Mmm ... sure. Filthy, my ass. I'll give you filthy, you beast."

I chuckled.

He kissed me hungrily, but made sure we didn't get too carried away.

"Look. You're going to tell me what exactly you were dreaming. I don't daydream like you do, Bella, that's true, but still ... It's kind of like daydreaming, which is what I do when I lie next to you at night and listen to your monologues. So, you tell me about your dream, I'll tell you about one of mine."

Man, that wasn't fair. I wanted to know so bad. Wanted to know what he wanted, what he imagined.

I sighed.

I had no other choice, even if I would sink into the ground. On the other hand ... I loved him more than anything. He had saved my life a few times, I had saved his. We were engaged! I had to be able to tell him what I wanted. How much I wanted him! It couldn't be that hard. What was I actually afraid of?

"We were lying in your bed. It was already pitch dark, the moon was shining, our skin shimmered in the bright moonlight. We were naked, you were kissing me all over. You ..."

"Tell me where I kissed you, Bella."

His voice was pressed and hoarse. His eyes were glowing. It was the same glow as back then in the clearing.

I could tell him, describe it. A grown woman should have that much courage, I said to myself.

With a trembling voice I continued my narration.

"We started the way we always start. We started very simply, kissing, yet it was madness for me once again. Then, however, you took it further. I could hardly believe that you wanted me so much, yet I could see it in your eyes and further down you were pretty hard too. I wrapped my legs around your waist, and you really pressed yourself so close to me and almost tore my t-shirt off my body. I was so wet, and I wanted you so bad. You kissed my neck and took off the rest of my clothes. You started kneading my breasts, sucking on my nipples. Then you moved down further, kissing my stomach and thighs. I was so dripping wet, needing you so much, and you were so close to where I wanted you so badly. You gave me exactly what I needed, Edward. You rammed your tongue me, tasting my juices, circling your tongue around my most sensitive spot."

Even though I had to stop there anyway because I had woken up at that exact spot, I would have had no choice because Edward attacked me all at once.

He grabbed the back of my neck, pressing me against him almost painfully, kissing me so incredibly hungrily. His tongue rushed into my mouth, and he moaned loudly when it met mine. He turned with me so that I was lying on top of him.

I could feel that he was trembling.

It had never occurred to me that this was possible for a vampire. I could not believe that he reacted so to my wishes and my desire. If I had known this earlier, I would have told him about it some time ago.

I detached myself from him and braced my arms against his chest.

He groaned.

I laughed softly.

It was so surreal. Otherwise, he was always the one who ended our kisses when they got too debauched, and I was the one who moaned. It was all so twisted.

"Edward!", I declared. "It's your turn. I told you about my dream ..."

He turned over me, pressed himself against me, but was careful not to shift too much of his weight on me.

"It's exactly the same, Bella. I dream about tasting you. Oh my god, you smell so damn good."

He pressed his sex against mine, rubbing against me.

Not close enough for me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed him straight against my glowing center. My muscles tensed, sending a new wave of wetness into my panties.

He groaned and I saw him widen his nostrils and suck up my scent.

Then he started kissing me again.

I knew I was going too far with my following lip movement per se, he would probably move away in a moment, but my body was faster.

And to my surprise, Edward did not break away, but intensified the kiss. With one hand he braced his weight, the other he slowly let wander to the edge of my T-shirt and slowly slid over my bare skin.

I gasped loudly.

It felt so indescribable.

And it was exactly the moment when I felt a slight vibration on my thigh.

Edward groaned, kneeling between my legs.

"Alice, damn it?!" he hissed into the receiver. "You know perfectly well how damn bad your timing is. Yeah, but I still think she has a say in this. She's not a puppet, after all. Yeah, yeah, it's fine. Bye."

I stared at him in amazement.

"Were you talking about me?"

He nodded.

"Yes. My universally beloved sister Alice has ordered Carlisle, Emmett and Jasper to take me on a forced hunt. You, meanwhile, she wants to introduce to the depths of our Port Angeles mall."

Horrified, I stared at him.

"Does she ... does she want me to hate her? How long will you be gone?"

"For the rest of the week, dear."

"No, I can't take it."

He chuckled.

"Neither do I, my darling. I'll send you hundreds of text messages every day. But other than that ... Alice is right. If we want to keep doing this, where she just interrupted us, I can't feel even the slightest little toe of bloodthirst."

I nodded slightly.

That made sense.

"And she was right about one more thing. It's a beautiful, sunny day for a change. I shouldn't keep you in the house."

I laughed and most blushingly wrapped my arms around his nape.

"I like your intentions, though."

He also laughed.

"I love you too, Bella. But seriously ... I've thought of something nice for today."

So, I was curious what he had thought about. That was just the disadvantage of living with a vampire - you had to stay behind often, because he had to quench his thirst. But as long as I had Edward to myself for all eternity, it almost didn't matter. And one day I would go hunting with him and not even that would be able to separate us.

"So so, let's hear it."

He laughed and shook his head.

"No, no, little surprise, but very easy to see through. So don't get upset. I'll be back in a few minutes. Just pack a big towel, a bikini and sunscreen and leave the rest to me. I'll be right back with you. By the time you get through your human minutes, I'll be sitting here again. With everything."

I looked at him questioningly and was annoyed.

I hated surprises! Even if I had to admit that this one appealed to me somehow. After all, they were bikinis. And bikinis meant - little fabric and a lot of bare skin.

He gave me one last kiss on the lips and then jumped out the window with vampiric speed.