Twilight Fan Fiction / Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ There Is Love ❯ Chapter 1

As he laid me by the embers of the dying fire, my eyes sought his, dark blue seas staring into grey skies. He smiled softly and his hand gently lowered my head to the pillow while he rolled gently atop me. His muscles flexed as he held himself slightly above me, keeping his weight off my body as his form hovered above mine.

In a slow movement, he leaned his head down to brush his warm lips against mine. Shivers rolled up my spine and I mewed softly, straining to reach him. I could hear his quiet chuckle as he pressed his nose against my cheek, pushing my head down again as his lips met my eager ones. They were warm, familiar, and I purred in satisfaction at the taste, the smell, the feeling. All too soon it was over, and a disapproving frown turned my slight smile downward. He laughed, quietly, his lids half-veiled as he looked me over, his eyes subtly roaming my body. "I think you're a bit overdressed, love…" He murmured, and one of his hands trailed along my neck and collarbone. I groaned.

"So are you…" He grinned at my response while his hand traced my breast, the curve of my side, my hip, eliciting soft moans as I felt his hand leaving a trail of warmth. When he reached my thigh, he paused after my body gave an involuntary shiver, and his lips pulled up into a small smile again. With painful slowness, he dragged my silky nightgown upwards, kissing along the bare expanse of skin with each inch. As he reached my breasts, he gave each hardened nipple a light nip, causing me to moan again with obvious need. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, and noticed as it began to get slightly ragged, his control slipping while he continued to tease me.

After my nightgown had been tossed aside, he slipped off of me and unbuttoned his shirt, a bit more hurriedly than he had with my nightgown, but slowly enough to make me squirm with impatience. I watched him as he bared his smooth chest to me, and licked my lips in anticipation. Grinning a bit at my reaction, he ran his hands along his chest, gently kneading his nipples into a pebble-like hardness. His head tilted back and he let out a quiet moan, his eyes closed, one hand raking back down his chest to slowly undo his pants and slide them off.

His body entirely exposed to me, I squirmed again, my eyes glued to his proud, swelled member. His eyes followed my gaze and he chuckled, slowly stroking himself up and down for my enjoyment. I groaned again.

"Patience, dear," He purred, and settled back down, positioning himself between my legs. I could feel his fingers trail up my thigh and shuddered while he leaned down, nosing the wet area of my panties. His breath came in softly as he inhaled, and I felt him run his hot, wet tongue alongside the fabric. Mewing, chest heaving, I arched my hips up, instinctively searching for more. Smiling, his eyes watched my movements, amused, and he licked a trail of wetness down my inner thigh before returning back to my panties.

In an abrupt movement, he tugged them off, and I helped by kicking them off my toes and flinging them into an obscure corner of the room. He laughed and leaned back down. He tongue, dripping and warm, slid along my nether lips, and I sighed and cooed in anticipation of further pleasure. Moving up slightly, his tongue flicked to my swelled, hooded clit, giving the area a soft lick. My breath caught in my throat and I felt my body stiffen in response, hips pushing up again, begging silently for more. He murred into my womanhood and his lips melded around the swollen area, gently suckling it, while his fingers traced along my thigh and up to my pussy. He pushed one in slowly to the knuckle, and I gasped loudly at the double pleasure. He chuckled, again, the sound vibrating along my body.