Dine&Dash Chap11 (Part 6)

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Dine and Dash

*~*~* Chapter Eleven – The Answering Miracles *~*~*

‘He's the only stable thing in the swirling chaos.’ ― (Beth Revis)

I'm stretched and filled so painfully tight. His thumb and forefinger roll my clit, teasing the overly sensitive bundle of nerves while he dominates my mouth. His tongue wraps around mine coaxing it to fight back, concentrate on the kiss and his finger until the pain disappears.

I moan and come back to life. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I suck the roof and slide out erotically slowly. He groans and growls and I feel him twitch inside me. He takes back the kiss, kissing me harder to release the tension he's forcing on himself by not fucking me into oblivion. With his forehead pressed to mine slowly he starts to pull back his hips, sliding his pulsing dick out of me. I whimper in pain and he silences me, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"You're ready baby." He tells me pushing back in at a controlled pace, refusing to stop. "Trust me."

He swallows thickly. I hear his Adams apple bob. His length reenters and I feel a little less pain.

"Look down Bella."

I do. I see his abs clenched tight as he keeps them suspended above me so when he pushes into me I can see his glistening cock covered in my wetness bury itself deep within my core.

A breathy moan escapes me, more of my arousal seeps out for him. Oh my FUCKING God!

He chuckles softly, not having to hear the profanities my mind is screaming to know that what he's doing is working. He was right. I love watching!

He sucks my nipple into his mouth, suckling, pulling and biting the flesh as he pulls back out at the same steady, slow, long-stroking pace. He blows on my nipple, looking at me. "That's it baby. Keep watching me fuck you."

Holy fuck.

Moisture pools out my core. He feels it too. He starts pushing in again. Drawing out. Sucking my tits.

"Do you know how good you feel?" Almost completely out of me, he sucks and bites my heaving left swell, he flicks the nipple with his tongue while playing with the other, massaging, kneading and teasing the handfuls of flesh. "You're squeezing the life outta me anima gemella."

He pushes in again, adding more pressure this time.

I writhe beneath him. I was starting to feel really, amazingly good. I was turned the fuck on watching with hungry eyes as he continues to suck my breast before burying himself between my hips. My lower half acts on instinct, moving timidly towards his.

"That's it Bella." He coaxes in a husky voice. He swallows.

The sensations are taking over. My body instinctively seeks the pleasure his body can bring me.

As I watch his cock covered in my wetness shoving back into me in the dim moonlight, I push into it again, this time with pressure. My wanton body was following the lust not the logic that this will hurt me. He hisses, slamming into me. Hard.

"Fuck piccola! (baby)" He pants trying to reel himself back into control.

No!

There's brief pain but there's also a lot of pleasure. I raise my hips sliding him in me more. It's what he's been waiting for. He comes back at me. Slamming into me a little harder, losing the extreme restraint he's maintained with absolute relief.

"Fuck Bella, you feel so fucking good." He fucks me with his rock hard cock, matching the movement with his tongue in my mouth.

My hands slide up his arms clutching his sweaty shoulders to brace myself. Digging my fingers into the hard flesh, I cry out and arch my back as his cock buries inside me again. Picking up the pace I meet him for every thrust.

"Just keep doing that baby and I'll give you everything you want." He breaths to me.

I dig my fingers into his shoulders harder and push my hips off the bed desperate for him to have all of me. If I keep thrusting he'll give me more. It forces me to abandon all remaining thoughts of the underlying pinch until all I concentrate on is his body inside mine, glorious, commanding, powerful and fucking me with dark fucking devotion.

I feel immense pleasure and I need more. I realize for the first time, I'm not a virgin anymore. I see Edward above me and grab his head pulling him to me again with desperate fingers in his wild damp hair. I'm perfectly ready for him.

"Thank! Fucking! God!" He growls kissing me hard. Bringing his hands up to cup my face, he drives in harder not having to hold back anymore.

There are a thousand emotions swirling in my head. I'm completely overwhelmed. The pleasure seeping straight out his dick to my core and into my bloodstream has me panting and calling his name in desperate pleas at different octaves.

"Edward please." I moan arching my chest into his, my body pressed hard against him. My eyes shut tight, desperately in need of something. My seeking hips lift colliding with his as he thrusts into me in a hard glorious mind-blowing stroke. He drives in so deep I feel the hairs at the base of his cock press against my wet pussy lips. "Oh fuck yes." I bite into his shoulder, the salt of his flesh assaulting my senses and making me heady.

He pushes my hips into the bed, grinding against me, providing mouthwatering, core-dripping friction to my clit. He looks at me. "Say it again." He demands. "Beg me to fuck you baby." His voice drips sex caressing my ears with its hoarse, husky, velvet intensity.

"Please." I beg shamelessly. My body is desperately craving release. "Please, please, please!" I don't even know what I'm begging for but I need it from him. "Just fucking please!" I cry, biting into his shoulder hard.

"Fuck!" He groans loud. He pulls out as far as my entrance and I swear to God I will cry like a fucking kid if he leaves me. Then he slams into me with some restraint, remembering at the very last moment how sore I'm going to be after this. I don't care. I can feel him sheathed completely inside me and it feels glorious, fucking holy! I don't know what my face looks like but it makes him do it again.

"OH MY GOD EDWARD!" I pant wildly. He grabs my thigh in one of his hands pulling my leg tighter around his waist. I lock my ankles around his back and he slams his length into me again. The new angle makes me hit high notes I never knew were possible from my lungs. "FUCKING HELL!"

He chuckles teasingly. His voice is hoarse and breathy. Sweat drips between our raging bodies.

"My fucking dick's completely inside your pussy Bella." He grinds his hips again rubbing my clit to accentuate his point. His voice low, honest, intense. "This is the first muthafucking time I'm in heaven."

"Oh. My. God!" I moan low and guttural into his neck, burying my face there. Everything about him edges me toward my impending fall.

His hands fist into the sheets for leverage, this time when he pushes in harder, he pulls all the way and plunges in. He doesn't hold back anything. Like he's got a personal vendetta against my poor core, he penetrates me. My hips buck wildly into his. Matching him thrust for thrust as the coil builds up in the pit of my stomach again. His pants mix with mine as our flesh slaps together. The sound of glorious skin on skin as he thrusts into me with wild abandon the closer we get.

"Fuck! Bella, I swear to god you're mine! Muthafucking made for me!" he kisses me with brutal passion catching my scream when he shoves his dick into me with finality.

Like an exclamation to his statement, I cum so hard I break his skin with my nails.

"Muthafuck!" he hisses hoarsely.

Sweat drips down his furrowed brows, his mixing with mine as he watches me fall apart. My walls tighten and spasm around him. It spurs him on. He thrusts harder, meeting my wild bucks as I ride him high on my orgasm. He grunts with each one until he stills inside me, his chiseled face contorting magnificently. Rigid and buried deep, I feel him pulse. His teeth grind hard enough to bite nails in two. He repeats a string of cusses and I think I die when I feel the warm liquid spurting into me, mixing our cum as he empties inside me. The excess slips out and drips between my thighs. It's warm and I love it. My muscles tighten around him on a primal need to milk his cock for everything it's worth until we're completely spent.

I don't know how long we stay connected but eons could pass and I wouldn't want to lose the feel of him inside me. His forehead rests against mine, our breaths mixing as we pant heavily and try and come down from our highs.

He dips his head down and kisses me softly, sweetly. It's tender and devoted unlike the ones from when he was fucking me. "You're everything to me anima gemella."

I look at him as I lift my trembling hand and brush his matted hair off his forehead and out his eyes. He looks right back. The moment between us so intense, it's almost poetic that the moon bears witness to it.

"Shadow?" I whisper, kissing him in a quick soft peck.

He chuckles. "Yeah?"

I can't lose him, not after this. Everything I felt tonight. I feel too much for him. He's so important to me it hurts in my chest just thinking about it. When Charlie and everyone in La Push find out, there's just going to be mayhem, lots of it. There's no two ways about it. Hell will break loose. Would he fight for me even though the odds are stacked against us?

"A 'shadow' plays when it's bright but disappears at night, Edward?" I speak softly not wanting to disturb the hushed sounds of our breaths in his room.

His eyes deepen in intensity. "No." he brushes back my sweat drenched locks of hair. "Your Shadow doesn't disappear at night anima gemella." I smile at his words before I realize Edward knows exactly what I'm really asking. "When it's dark… that's when I shield you completely."

I inhale sharply on the inside but laugh softly on the outside trying to cover up my words quickly. Shaking my head against the sleep that's threatening to take over, I say. "You're Edward Cullen, leader of the Shadow Fangs. Feared by all. I bet you've never been scared of anything all your life. So what? You'll protect me when it gets dark?"

He pulls out, rolling off me and pulling my body with his until I'm pressed onto his sweaty chest as he lays on his back. The rise and fall of it lulls me towards sleep as we pant trying to catch our breath.

Sweaty and sated, I instinctively curl into his body cocooned in the after effects of our intimacy.

His scent making me heady, I'm losing myself to the calm accompanied by being held in his arms. I don't see the fierce burning eyes that lock onto me as I give in to the exhaustion.

"I'll protect you, always…" I hear the answer through the hazy curtain of sleep rapidly ensnaring me. "From anything." My breath catches. My heart beats rapidly. Not knowing if I'm dreaming or not. My lids are too heavy to open and check. "Ho paura perche non ti mai lascerò andare. Perfino quando vorrai... (I am scared because I'm never going to let you go. Even if you want me to Bella...)"

I feel a kiss pressed to my temple softly. I hear his voice in my subconscious just before I drift off completely.

"For the first time in my life I have one fear Cappuccinetto."

~.~.~ Thank you for reading. Love and God bless: Kat;) ~.~.~