Bella's dream causes Edward to get a little carried away. ALL the rules are broken. Rated R for sexual content.
My first fic on the Twilight series. Hope you enjoy! Read on!
1. Chapter 1
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My eyes shot open. My chest was heaving.
“Bella? What is it? What’s wrong?” His beautiful voice calmed me.
“Nothing. Dreams, just dreams.” Always damn dreams. I got so tired of them some times. The Volturi were the stars tonight.
Edward kissed the top of my head. I was twisted up around in the comforter. I suddenly realized how hot I was. I threw my legs up and finally pulled out of the cover’s death grip.
“Hmmm.” Edward eyed me fiercely for a moment then laughed. “Bella, Bella.”
“What?” I demanded. The dream had left me irritated, even with him. “’Bella’, what?”
He looked reproachful. “Excuse me, madam.” He smiled sweetly and it turned up his eyes. How could I still be annoyed with him? “What was the dream?”
“Italy. Volturi. Porsche.”
“Ah.” He clipped. “I thought I heard ‘Porsche’.” He nodded solemnly. “Yes, I’m quite sure I did. But that wasn’t the only thing I heard.” He gave me a secretive look.
I was confused for a moment, but then I remembered the dream I was having before the old Italians rudely interrupted. I blushed a very deep crimson. “What did you hear?”
He smiled wickedly. “My name, as usual. You-…you were moaning my name.”
I felt the brush creep all the way to my eyes. “Oh. Um, I d-don’t remember that p-part.” I am a horrid liar. I cursed my self for blushing so easily.
He looked skeptical. “Don’t you, though? It sounded like a nice dream.”
Damn my subconscious. “Maybe I remember some of it. I can’t pick what I dream you know.” I said sternly and indifferently, trying to gain back some of my dignity.
He laughed. “I know you can’t.” He kissed my forehead. “I think I get the gist of what was going on. If I could dream I would dream about it too.”
I was curious at his last words. “Would you?”
“I love you, Bella.” He made it sound like I was missing something very obvious.
I was a little impatient. “I know you love me, but you said we couldn’t-“
He cut me off. “I know what I said but, I-I think about it and I’m sure I would dream of it.”
His words staggered a bit. “You think about,” I fumbled for words, “me and you? Having sex?” I felt my face go hot at the word.
“Of course Bella. I’ve never experienced it and it seems like, I don’t know, a sort of stronger connection.” His tone changed. “I think, maybe, I might could be… strong enough.”
My heart was like a caged bird, pounding at my ribs. “Are you?” My words were rushed.
“I think so. But only if you choose too. I love you Bella. I could never hurt you.”
I took a breath, trying to slow my ragged breathing. “I love you. If you think you strong enough, I don’t see why we can’t try….?”
“Oh Bella.” He was lying next to me, under the comforter. He leaned over and caught my mouth in a kiss.
It was rougher than he had ever kissed me, his tongue sliding over my lips. I parted them immediately. This was so unlike him. He was breaking his own rules. I decided to let my self go.
He moved across me and hovered on top of me, not crushing me, but so that I could feel his chest press against mine. His mouth was still locked on mine, our tongues doing a waltz that I never could with my horrible balance.
I twisted my fingers into his hair and lay another hand on his back. He slid a hand down to a thigh and hoist my leg over his back.
He broke our kiss. “Bella?”
“Edward?” I was surprised I hadn’t fainted yet.
“I love you.”
“Oh, Edward, I love you, I love you, I love you with all the beats of my heart.”
He kissed me again, but softer this time. He slid a hand up the side of my shirt and pulled it cleanly off with a sweep over my head.
It surprised me, but I quickly undid the buttons on his crisp white shirt. He leaned up, breaking our kiss again, and shrugged it off. His eyes raked over my body.
I smiled timidly, blushes forgotten. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
He lowered his head and kissed my stomach, his tongue flicked in and out of my navel.
He stopped at my waist line. He slipped one finger under the band of my pants. I watched as he suddenly flipped his head up to look at me. There was a pleading in his eyes.
“You know you can tell me no.”
I shook my head. I was panting now. “No I can’t.”
He nodded and pulled my pants down and off. I leaned up and unbuttoned his trousers and tugged them down slowly. He sat and I yanked them off. I pounced up on him. I straddled his waist. The only thing that separated us now was two thin layers of cloth. I took a deep breath and slid my underwear off my hips and took them off. I grabbed his boxers and pulled them off. Now we were both completely naked. We stared at each other, lovers in the moonlight.
He lay me back and hovered once again over me, climbing between my legs. We both drew a breath, and he plunged. We both exhaled as he moved against me. We were joined as one, both moving very slowly, in rhythm. I could tell the strain put on him, as he restrained himself from breaking me.
As I came nearer to climax, I moaned his name, as I had in the dream. He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled my closer to him. He thrust one more time and we both shuddered in violent ecstasy. He huskily moaned my name in my ear.
He collapsed against me, careful with his weight and rested his head on mine. We both panted with the effort and exhaustion.
“Oh Bella. I love you so much.”
I smiled as he held me in his arms.
“And I love you, Edward. Forever.”