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My Shiny Freak	By : Prettyflour Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 3184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Edward's POV. Enjoy!

Fucking Bella Swan.
Upon first sight she was a stubborn little girl, an odd human that I could not read. I didn't like her.
Upon her scent I came so very close to killing her and a class full of witnesses. Yeah, she smelled that good.
I was determined to ignore her, even tried to be rude, but I was drawn to her, fascinated by her silence. I found myself suddenly wanting to touch her, hoping to capture her scent on my skin. The call of her blood moved to the back of the line after the first time I stared at her. I was shameless in my ogling, often focusing my studies on the curve of her breasts or her backside. She aroused me. A lot. Especially with her sassy mouth. Her audacity shocked and excited me, she wasn't afraid of me. The puny human had no fear of a fucking vampire? She was crazy! Crazy-good-smelling and I wanted her, in every way imaginable.
I wanted to court her, shower her with gifts and affection. I even asked her on a date! Damn her and her clumsiness. I couldn't resist sucking on her bleeding finger and I wanted to take her then, suck all her sweet life force away and make her mine at that very moment. Stupid witnesses! Ruined my plans!
I went through a bit of a stalker phase. In my defense, she was my mate. Alice told me so! I was only making sure that she was safe when I crawled into her bedroom window while she was sleeping. What? Have you ever seen her sleep? Well... Let me tell you that she is adorable when the talking starts, and sometimes, she said my name. Totally justified.
My girl was a danger magnet, crashing her truck and spilling fresh blood once again. So I bit her.
I can't believe everyone in the family was so surprised. I know they think I have some kind of obscene control over my blood lust, but come on! Did they all forget about my eight year human-eating bender? And Bella... She was my singer. I'm not sure why everyone was so shocked that I hauled off and bit her. My singer! The yummiest thing ever!
And while she was changing, I was fucking petrified.
She kept screaming obscenities and threatening to kill me, violently. But she also called out my name, called to me, begged forme. Every time she screamed in pain it broke my heart. I was prepared to have her hate me forever for what I had done.
Bella Swan as a vampire was unbelievable in all ways. The first thing she did was laugh. The second thing she did was order Carlisle and Alice out of the room so that she could fuck me. How awesome is that?
She was powerful, unbreakable, absolutely beautiful- No, scratch that, she was the most stunning thing I had ever seen and she loved me.
She loved me! I may have fist pumped repeatedly at vampire speed upon that realization.
She embraced being a vampire like no one else I had ever encountered. Did I mention she was beautiful? And sex personified? I couldn't keep my eyes, hands, or dick off her and somehow... she felt the same.
She would stare right back, get wet at the sight of me, and she was absolutely fucking insatiable. I was the luckiest vampire ever!
I was totally correct in calling her a tease. She was, without even trying to be. Her simple presence made me rock hard and she was correct in calling me a pervert because for her, I am.
I made it my unspoken mission to make her come at every available opportunity. There was nothing more satisfying than watching her come undone under my hands, lips, tongue or cock, and doing so would only spur her to return the favor. Every. Single. Time.
She brought out something so primal in me, I had never felt so possessive of anyone before but with Bella... She was mine. Mine.
Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine!
Her body... Guh...
Creamy soft skin stretched across her entire form. Her curves were simply sinful, inviting, just begging to be touched. And touch her I did, as often as possible because it turned her on. I could tell. I would run my finger over her shoulder or even her pinky finger and I would smell her arousal, I could see it in her eyes. She wanted me. Bella was never shy about that, except for the first time she wore that goth lingerie. God! Bella, all shy looking in a tight black corset and thigh high boots was a stellar sight and when she danced for me... Fuck if I didn't come the moment she brushed up against me. I remember her biting her lip and staring at me, realizing that she was, in fact, that sexy. It boosted her confidence and I reaped the benefits. My girl was no longer shy sexually. She was right all along. I turned her into a raging sex machine. Go me!
We may have been stuck in bum-fuck Alaska, but Bella kept us entertained. My Bella was an exceedingly powerful manipulator and she used that to her advantage when she needed to. And sometimes she just got bored and fucked with Carlisle and Emmett mostly, but I think it's safe to say we all got a taste of her gift at some point.
Some of my favorite moments were her face-offs. It all started when Alice started dressing Carlisle in whatever she wished. Bella would plant the seed of ridiculous outfit ideas and themes, but having just Carlisle dress in costume wasn't enough for Bella.
First there was the Elvis face-off. I most definitely pointed and laughed at Carlisle dressed as an old fat Elvis with white bedazzled jumpsuit and ridiculous glued-on sideburns. And Alice of course was the young Elvis. With her Jailhouse Rock ensemble, hair styled in a pompadour, and lip sneer, she ran around saying, "Thank you, thank you very much." for the entire day.
Sometimes she would get the whole family involved, like Harry Potter day, although I still don't see the resemblance between me and Cedric Diggory but whatever, it made her smile. I would have dressed up as Hermoine if it would have made her happy.
There was Sonny and Cher with Carlisle as Sonny and Emmett as Cher. Yes, I have pictures to prove that.
My favorite was the Star Wars face-off. Carlisle was quite happy with the Darth Vadar costume he wore, but the light saber jokes got real old, real fast. What made that face-off well worth it was Alice, as Yoda. Bella is a fucking genius!
Damn, I love that woman.
And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Bella loves me. The girl is possessive of me. She ripped apart several members of the Volturi guard when they threatened me. Who does that?
My fucking wife, that's who.
That's right, fuck with me and I'll sic my wife on you. For real.
What I discovered in Bella was my soul mate. It may have taken her some time to convince me that I had a soul at all, but in the end... I believe that Bella and I are connected at the basest level, something beyond physical or even emotional love. Something that can't be rationalized or explained, it just is. And it is glorious.
She married me yesterday. It was surreal but so, so good. It was better than I ever hoped for.
I could feel the raw emotion radiating from her. Love. Hope. Pure, unadulterated happiness.
Jasper didn't need to get me high, I was high already. There was nothing I'd rather feel than Bella.
And here we sit, on Isle Esme, as Bella says, sparkling like god damn freaks in the sun.
I watch her as she takes it all in, the clean scent of the air, and the salt of the ocean. She stands before me, eyes closed, lips parted in a few scraps of fabric that she calls a bikini that I can't wait to rip off of her, but I don't. Not yet. I want her to have this moment; she looks so serene as the wind blows her hair around. I'm ogling her boobs, watching her chest rise with a deep inhale. She opens her eyes, licks her lips and grins. Before I can even blink, I'm on the ground, Bella above me, and we stare for a moment or two before she giggles and leans down to kiss me.
Soft, so soft are her lips as they brush against mine with just a hint of her tongue across my bottom lip. That's all it takes to get me hard. She smirks of course, and grinds against me and I can feel how wet she is.
I groan, the friction between us maddening. I want to take her, right here; ravage her body and make her come until she can't take anymore.
I groan again and scowl hard when she suddenly stands. I may even be pouting a little. Pfft. Told you she was a tease.
Her smile is sweet as she holds out her hand. Getting all impatient, she pulls me up and throws me over her shoulder. I laugh as she zips us off to the house where she throws me down on the bed and sheds her bikini before crawling over me, ripping my shorts off as she goes. Her lips meet my thigh and I fist the sheets, wanting more than these little kisses she's peppering up my leg. Her tongue slides up to the base of my cock then down over my balls before she laves my perineum and sucks on it, biting gently too.
She spoils me with her luscious mouth, soft lips kissing, and talented tongue teasing the hell out of my dick. Up, down, over the head before she takes me into her mouth all the way and hums, swallows, hums swallows. She takes me even further down her throat as she massages my balls gently, one finger dipping lower, circling.
"Uh, mffg, ah, oh, guh..." She renders me utterly incoherent. I pull back my hips but hold her head, taking her with me. Grinding and rocking, fucking her mouth, watching her work me with an intensity in her eyes that says, I want to make you come hard.
She uses her hand to pump me, sucking on me, swirling her tongue around the head. I come with a hiss as her hands secure themselves to my ass, holding me in place as I shake. She keeps me there while she swallows and continues sliding her lips up and down, so, so slowly. I groan and growl, making all kinds of unrestrained noises as she gently rakes her teeth up my length. Fuck! Ah! So sensitive! And she is still sucking, licking, making me writhe, clearly forcing me to rip that pillow I have grasped in half, feathers flying around everywhere.
She pulls away gently, kissing the tip of my dick and chuckling while she palms my balls and strokes them. She bites her lower lip, looking proud of herself. Kissing her way up my body, her hand stays low, touching me.
"Feel good?" she asks, fluttering her eyelashes. I can't speak, reduced to whimpers under her touch. She laughs and kisses me, wet and long. I grind against her, tasting myself on her tongue. Grabbing her wrists, I flip us and hold her arms down as I lick my way down her neck, biting MY scar. I cup her sex shuddering at how wet she is, my fingers slipping through her folds. Wiggling just the tips of my fingers against her clit, she lets out a giant breath and flexes her hips up.
"Feel good?" I ask in a slightly mocking tone. I take one of her nipples in my mouth before she can reply. I let my tongue swirl around until it is glistening with venom then pull back to blow on it. She fists my hair, pushing me against her breasts and I happily suck on her, switching back and forth in between her breasts while moving my fingers at a languid pace, slowly widening them in a circle not on but around her swollen clit, completely empowered as she writhes under me, begging me.
Releasing her hands I move quickly down her body, and she spreads for legs wide her me. I continue working her with my fingers while gently kissing her inner thigh, just as she had done to me. I thoroughly enjoy teasing my girl, my wife. I don't tease too long, just enough to make her vocal.
"Please," she moans, taking my hair between her fingers and trying to push my mouth towards her center. Her newborn strength was no longer, I stayed in place, resisting her.
"Please what?" I want her to say it, out loud. I love hearing her talk dirty. I speed my fingers a little then go even slower.
"Taste me," she breathes and I take one long lick up her slit and stop, waiting for more.
She wiggles her ass and growls low, "Lick. My. Pussy."
Smirking, I look up at her, watching as she plays with her own nipples. Her mouth parted, hips flexed up under my grasp, she looks absolutely wanton, so fucking sexy. "Please," she whimpers and I feast on her. Latching onto her with my mouth and licking, sucking, slapping her clit with my tongue until her thighs are like a vice, squeezing as she bucks up against me, her head thrown back, she comes so hard she screams.
Fuck. Yes.
I back off, kissing a path to her belly button, swirling my tongue around. My lips make their way up past her breasts to her neck where I inhale, our mingling scents making my cock twitch.
"Come here," she says, her voice almost hoarse, she sounds like a woman who has just been ravaged. I position myself above her and close my eyes as she leans up to kiss me. Sucking my lower lip into her mouth, she wraps herself around me, her hips lifting, my dick taking notice and sliding inside her.
It is slow, gentle, beautiful. It feels so good, I feel whole, complete.
"Yes," she hisses. "I love that, love this, God... This feels so good. Love you."
She holds me close to her, skin to skin everywhere possible. Slow rocking motions over and over again; I savor the feel of her, wet, warm and tight. She smells of sunshine and salt and me... I push into her hard and stay buried, my lips tripping over her skin, mumbling how much I love her. She moves, her hips forcing the mattress down, a short thrust making me pull up, then down, grinding down on her just how she likes.
She tries to quicken the pace but I thrust down, restraining her arms, circling my hips. Growling, I pin her, the bed breaking underneath us. I want her to come again. I pull out all the stops, rocking, keeping our bodies connected, fisting her breasts, rolling her nipples through my fingers with a steady pressure. I rake my teeth against the scar on her neck and she purrs for me, snarling at the intensity, I can feel her all around me, pulsating.
"That's it," I coo, "Let go, Bella, give it to me."
She meets me thrust for thrust, shaking, crying out "Fuck! Uh, Yes! Uhmfftt..."
At vampire speed I move, her pussy so wet, dripping, I come undone. Both of us clutching onto to each other and panting; coming down and just holding each other. There is nowhere I'd rather be.
We lay in the broken bed, surrounded by errant feathers, some of which are still floating around. Bella giggles and winks at me before asking, "Wanna go again?"
This is going to the best honeymoon ever.
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