Sunday, July 15, 2012 | By: Drotuno

Coming Home Chapter 92 - Edward

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Tampa... Saturday, June 19, 2010 at 8:10 A.M.

Bright light shone in through the windows as I glanced around the room. I shook my head at discarded clothes and shoes, at the sight of an unfamiliar suitcase stashed off in the corner, and finally, down at the sight that still didn't seem real.

I'd been up for an hour, trying my damnedest to leave her alone, so after a trip to the bathroom, I slid carefully back into bed behind her. Propping myself up on my elbow, I took in every inch of her – a splash of mahogany hair across my pillows, a smooth, bare leg that had escaped the covers, and the most beautiful back I think I'd ever laid eyes on. Then there was her face, almost childlike in her sleep with her hand tucked under her chin. Long eyelashes rested against her cheek, her still kiss-bruised lips pouted, and her brow furrowed at whatever she was dreaming about.

She was so fucking perfect. And there was a part of me that still thought I was dreaming.

My eyes landed on the ink on her shoulder. I didn't know whether to be pissed off as hell that someone had hurt her enough that it warranted such drastic measures or turned on by just how sexy one small tattoo was. It was a black swan with touches of green in it, just like she'd said, and it called to me. Leaning over her, I brushed the lightest of kisses across it, smiling when her body instantly reacted. Smooth legs tangled with mine, a sweet moan broke the silence of the room, and her sweet ass arched back, brushing against my cock, which caused my own noise to ghost across her skin as I placed another kiss to the tattoo.

I wanted her again, and it was no secret, especially when she arched back against me, moaning when I slipped between her legs. Sleepy, warm eyes opened, glancing back to me as I pressed yet another kiss to her ink. This time, I traced every bit of it with the tip of my tongue.

"Mm, well, good morning to you, too, Edward," she snickered, smiling a sweet, slow smile.

"Mmhm," I hummed, nipping my teeth across her shoulder. "Tell me about this again," I said, chuckling when she smirked back at me.

"I fell, giving me two black eyes. I got this to take the sting away of them calling me Black Swan," she muttered, her voice sexy and just a bit raspy.

"Did you fall? Or did someone push you?" I asked, thinking kids were fucking cruel, and there was no telling why she'd ended up with bruises.

She giggled softly, shaking her head. "No, babe. I fell. Over my own two feet, thank you very much. I wasn't exactly graceful during my teen years."

"Hmm," I replied, unable to keep my hips still, because she felt so fucking good. "I can't imagine it. You were incredibly graceful last night, Miss Swan."

"Yes, well...a few good orgasms will do that to a girl. We suddenly became porn stars," she chuckled, squeaking when I wrapped her tightly and pulled her closer.

I laughed, burying it into her hair. "I suppose that's true...for men and women," I snorted, rolling my eyes, but pressing another kiss to her shoulder. "I love you. I'm so fucking glad you're here."

She smiled but pried my arms from around her. "I love you, too, babe, but I need a second."

Grinning, I let her go, shamelessly watching her naked form walk to the bathroom. I pushed myself up and leaned against the headboard, keeping the sheet draped over me because I was hard for her again, and there wasn't much I could do about it. I could well imagine she was sore. Rubbing my face, I sighed in utter contentment and pure want. It was a completely different feeling for me. I'd never felt as connected to one person as I did Bella.

The bathroom door opened, and I could see that she'd washed her face and brushed her hair, not that I gave a shit about that. Just having her here made me the happiest son of a bitch alive. She truly was breathtaking, and I crooked a finger at her.

"C'mere," I whispered, feeling a touch of dèja vu because I'd had a daydream like this not so long ago, where Bella had sauntered over to me from the bathroom.

"It's the morning after, Sarge. Are you ready to get rid of me yet?" she teased, biting down on her bottom lip as I pulled her onto my lap, shaking my head no.

The sheet slipped, which caused my arousal to become trapped between us. And it twitched at the sound of her calling me Sarge. Something about that just fucking wrecked me.

"No," I finally whispered, my brow furrowing. "Two weeks isn't long enough, I don't think." I cupped her face before skimming my hands down her shoulders and sides, teasing the underside of her breasts along the way to her perfect ass. Pulling her closer, I said, "I don't know if I'll be able to give you up."

"I know," she sighed, running her fingers through my hair and then down either side of my face. "Maybe I just made waiting until October harder for us, but... I couldn't take it, Edward. And when Alice figured out a way to surprise you... I just...had to."

I smiled up at her sweet face, because she was adorable when she rambled nervously. "Believe me, I'm glad you did," I admitted, bringing her face down to mine for a quick kiss. "Fuck it all. We'll deal with what happens when it happens. We always have, sweet girl."

She nodded silently, kissing me again, and just like the night before, it spiraled completely out of control. Bella dominated every second, every touch, and every movement, due to her position. She braced her hands on my shoulders, pinning me with heavy, deep, wet kisses. Dragging teeth and tongue across my bottom lip, her hips rolled over me, causing her already wet pussy to slide over my dick.

"Christ, baby," I panted, my head falling back to the headboard. "Fuck, I want you..."

"Yes, please, Edward."

"Are you sore?" I asked her because I wasn't a complete dick. I knew we hadn't exactly taken it slow the night before.

"Mm," she purred, kissing down my neck. "It's a delicious type of sore, babe," she crooned, her teeth nipping at my jaw.

I chuckled darkly, pulling her back to look her in the eye. "Well, it's about to get worse, Isabella. Because I'm gonna take you just like this," I told her, gripping her hips and grinding her over me again just to coat my dick in the wetness that was already seeping from her.

She froze for a fraction of a second, and I could see her nerves at having never been on top rise to the surface.

"Easy," I crooned. "I'll show you," I vowed in a whisper. "You have all the power this way, baby. You control everything... How good you feel, how good I feel, and how fast you want to take it. Personally, I'd really like to take my time with you..."

She nodded, and I watched as every bit of trust she had was clearly given over to me as I lifted her up. Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she let me line up to her entrance.

"Slowly, Isabella," I grunted through gritted teeth, because it was all I could do not to slam into her, drown myself in the warmth, the tightness, the sweet fucking heaven that was her pussy.

There was absolutely nothing as beautiful as watching her take me all the way inside her. Her mouth hung open, and her breathing was heavy as she adjusted to my size, her body stretching and squeezing in protest in order to accommodate me. Her forehead fell to mine, and I soothed her with caresses to her back, her shoulders, her ass, doing my damnedest not to beg her to move, because I couldn't to that to her.

Slipping my hand into her hair at the base of her skull, I pulled her head back in order to kiss her skin, urging her on. "Fuck, you feel so good this way," I panted, my eyes rolling back when she finally rolled in one erotic wave. "Oh God, just like that, love."

Gripping her ass, I guided her, reveling in every sound, every gasped "I love you," and every roll of her hips. She found out quickly what felt good to her. If she tilted her hips just right, her clit rubbed over my pelvic bone, which caused her breathing to stop. If she arched back, I'd lick, tease, and suck at her nipples, my eyes never leaving her face. And if she kissed me, then I had to take over, because it all became too much for her.

It was the most beautiful rhythm I'd ever seen, but I needed her to come. And soon. Cupping her ass one more time, I let my fingers explore her – where we were connected, how wet she was, and her other entrance, which caused a fantastic string of hissed curses to escape her mouth against the skin of my neck.

"Mm," I moaned, grinning against the side of her neck. "Does that feel good, baby?" I asked, swirling my finger again.

"Yes, yes," she chanted. "Fuck, Edward..."

Applying just a touch more pressure, I moaned when she completely and utterly shattered in my arms. In fact, her whole body shook with the force of it, and she pulled me under right along with her. Sitting up, I wrapped myself completely around her as we both came down from our high.

She buried her face in the crook of my neck as her hands gripped my shoulders from behind. We were sticky, sweaty, and I'd never been more satisfied in my life.

Trailing my fingertips up and down her spine, I pulled back to look at her. "That was..."

"Intense," she finished breathlessly with a sweet smirk on her face. "Love you..."

"Love you, too, Bella. What do you want to do today? I don't go back to the base until Monday," I told her.

She smiled, biting her bottom lip. "I want to hear you play," she stated. "And I want to make you breakfast."

Chuckling, I thought that sounded just about fucking perfect. "Done. Now, get that sweet ass in the shower!"

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2 comments:

Snoopylover said...

Oh, that was so good!! Truly, it was great

tds88 said...

OMG That was fan-fucking-tastic. Totally worth the wait.

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