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I felt Bella’s knee glide over my thigh. Skin on skin, warm over cool. I often worried that I would freeze her out in the night and make her uncomfortable, but she never put on warmer clothes to sleep in. Just an old shirt and soft cotton shorts, hardly any defense at all against my body of stone.
Her leg hooked around mine, and she sighed happily. Clearly, discomfort was the last thing on her mind.
As always, I remained very still. My arms, resting over my stomach, ached to circle around her, to pull her more firmly on top of me. In the beginning, I would be swallowed with despair that I couldn't be a human woman and sleep beside Bella, dream with her. Now, I only reveled in immense gratitude that I could have this alone — my hair spilled over her pillow cases, my body was covered by her sheets.
Her fingers curled around my upper arm, the one pinned between us. Her breasts pressed into my side with every breath she took. Normally, I did my best not to notice, but my defenses were too low tonight. Her closeness brought my dead heart back to life, shattering its crystal encasement. I was buzzing, humming so strongly with desire and love that even my scorched throat could not cause me pain.
If I thought I had known bliss before this… Well, I already knew how ridiculous I had been.
“Stop talking, Edy, listen to me,” she mumbled into my clavicle. A pleasant thrill ran through me at the utterance of her nickname for me, but I could tell she was still sleeping; her regular speaking voice was lower than it was in her sleep. Not to mention, I hadn’t said at all. “You can’t just…”
She trailed off into a gentle snore. I grinned. How could someone be so full of love and not burst from it? I felt as though I might.
Bella huffed and shifted closer. She rolled her thigh at the hip and, in her unconscious adjusting, hooked that thigh over my sex with a firm pressure I’d never felt before.
I gasped. Oh, that warmth...
“Edy. Don’t go,” she whined, then moaned as she ground her pelvis into my hip.
My thoughts raced. How did we get here so fast? And what was she dreaming about?
We’d talked about this months ago. She didn’t like it when I got out of bed while she’s sleeping. No matter what. We'd skirted around the topic of sex dreams and her somniloquy, until I explained, "I don't want to embarrass you. Or make you feel..." Used. Taken advantage of.
"I won't be embarrassed," she'd said, kissing my cheek. The volume of birdsong and buzzing of insects in our meadow seemed to dial up exponentially in my ears as my Bella gave me a mischievous smile. "I want you close to me... like that."
And I couldn't argue any further.
Here now, in her bed, I was at another loss, equally as rattling. Despite her fragility, despite her inconsequential weight and delicate make-up, she’d managed to lock me down without any hope of leaving.
Her hips pulsed against me with increasing speed, and I-
I felt the very heat of her. When she pressed for longer than a second, I could feel the throb of her pulse in me like it was my own. Or maybe that was her heartbeat, echoing in my throat, the old burn compounded by an untapped temptation that devastated not just my mouth but my whole body.
How did my sex feel to her, against her thigh as it is? My stony constitution allowed me to be more still than any warm-blooded creature was capable of, even in the face of such stimulation. Inside though, my dead veins, nerve endings, bone marrow, all of it was being animated by electric pulses. I needed an outlet, something to transfer this electricity into — but if I reciprocated in any way, control would be impossible. My sex was flooded, my arousal too great. I was so overcome. I couldn’t think that way I needed to. The way she needed me to.
I curled my nails into the fabric of my camisole until I heard the seams rip.
Oh, damn. Bella had bought me this pajama top. Yellow silk. She thought I should have some bedtime clothes, too.
Her mouth dropped open, her hot breath washing over my chest. Each press of her hips elicited a breathy moan, her pleasure growing more and more evident in her voice. Not just pleasure, but I heard some surprise in there, too.
“Oh,” she keened, her thighs tightly squeezing mine. “Oh! Edy, please.”
Her ministrations had placed her halfway on top of my body. Her hand slid clumsily to my waist, loosely holding me to her. Her other hand, the one trapped beneath her, gripped my elbow. She didn’t need to worry, I couldn’t even think of leaving right now.
But I had to do something. My camisole would be ragged shreds in my hands if I didn’t move them.
In one quick, smooth motion, I slipped my arm under and around her body, my fingertips trailing the tender curve of her waist. I wove my other hand into her hair. She cried out, pressing herself so tightly into me I thought she may hurt herself. Part of her chest rubbed against part of mine, and I shuddered at the shock that ran through me.
Bliss, beauty, passion… I had never known any of it.
Not until her.
Moments later, she slammed her pelvis into my thigh one final time. I watched the arch of her body, I committed her relieved gasps to memory. Her teeth raked against my collarbone, and I grimaced, tugging gently on her nape until her mouth wasn’t so firmly squared on my skin. I would be horrified if she chipped a tooth.
“Hm?” she mumbled. She blinked up at me blearily. Barely even awake.
I smiled.
“How are you?” I teased, pushing errant strands of hair away from her forehead. No one had ever been so lovely.
“Hmm,” she hummed, and laid her head back down. I pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.
No one had ever been so lovely as my Bella. And no one had ever been so in love as me.