With all the fuss over fanfiction and the pulling of stories due to guideline infringements, I'm pulling all but chapter 1 of this story and the rest can be found over at the writers coffee shop library under the same penname, smmiskimen. I am only doing this with my stories that have content that breaks the guidelines.
12 Days of Christmas Challenge
Edward Cullen's 12 Days of Christmas – Chapter 1 – On the 1st day of Christmas…
Prompts – 1 (guy with Santa suit) and 2 (The first lay of Christmas)
The holiday's officially sucked. I had no family to spend them with, no friends due to my reclusive nature, and no plans due to me being a total bitch during the holidays. Why was I a bitch? Well, see the previous rant for the reasons…no family…no friends... Need I say more?
Well, I was vowing that this holiday season would be different. I actually cooked a miniature Thanksgiving dinner for myself and invited my neighbor, Edward Cullen, over for it too. He declined, stating plans, but I was sure it was just because I was so pathetic. I had never seen him with anyone over at his place and he never went out other than to work. Where he worked, I had no idea. But, everyday he would leave the house without a briefcase, without wearing a suit (he typically wore slacks and a polo), and wouldn't return until the evening. There were even some evenings where he would hurry out of the building and not return until the wee hours of the morning, looking haggard but triumphant. But I digress.
Holidays, yeah, that was where I was. Holidays just suck. Valentine's Day…built up by the card and chocolate companies to make women beg for attention from men. Easter…hard boiled eggs were disgusting, need I say more? St. Patrick's Day…this one I actually liked. It gave me a reason to get fubar'd drunk and forget my pathetic life. I could keep going but it was useless, holidays just sucked.
I was surprised, however, the day after Thanksgiving, to receive a knock on my door. I opened it to reveal Edward Cullen standing there looking way too fuckable for his own good. He and his sexiness had starred in my masturbatory fantasies on more than one occasion… I'd locked myself out of my apartment… I'd run out of sugar and needed to borrow a cup…in my underwear… You name the fantasy, I'd had it.
"Hi," he said in a velvety smooth voice that I longed to hear whispering dirty things in my ear.
"Uh, hi," I said back, immediately feeling stupid for not saying something better.
"Look, I wanted to apologize about yesterday, I really did have plans."
Why was he trying to apologize to me? It didn't really matter. He didn't want me, end of story. I just shrugged my shoulders at him while telling him it wasn't a big deal.
"Actually, it was a big deal. I had already volunteered at the orphanage down the street to help cook and serve dinner to the kids there."
"What?" was all I could say. Was he really that saintly?
"I truly did want to take you up on your invite and was sore that I couldn't. So, I thought I'd make it up to you tonight. Hungry?" he asked, holding up the Chinese takeout bags that I was just noticing in his hand.
"Uh, sure," was my brilliant response as I stepped aside for him to come in.
I was suddenly ecstatic that I wasn't a slob in my apartment because it was a studio and you could see everything but the bathroom. I motioned for us to sit at the small kitchen bar but Edward steered himself to my couch and settled himself in, depositing the containers on the coffee table. I was just looking at him, probably with a retarded look on my face, so he patted the cushion beside him and I tried not to run to the couch to join him.
That night, I learned the art of eating takeout directly out of the carton, not minding that I was sharing food with my practically stranger neighbor. He really could be considered a stranger since the only thing I knew about him was his name. I wouldn't even have known his last name if I hadn't looked at the label on the door buzzer after he moved in. Most of us just put our apartment numbers but he was classy and printed out a label and everything with his first and last name and apartment number. I was impressed immediately.
As we ate we talked and I learned that he had no family in the city, or really anywhere. He had never known his father and his mother had passed away a few years ago. He didn't say what from and I didn't ask, it wasn't any of my business. He also said he didn't really have any friends due to his work. He was a social worker for the city and had the pleasant, yet unpleasant job of investigating child endangerment cases. He was the one to report his findings to the judges, who would then file the papers to have the child removed from their parent's custody. He would then go with the police to remove the child and place them either in a group home around the city, or with foster parents. He fessed that while he hated taking children from their parents, the kids were usually better off.
I was awed at finding out that he had this soft spot to him. I asked if the orphanage housed some of the kids he removed and he told me that it did. He knew that these kids didn't have families to spend the holidays with so he was there for them, being one of the only stable people in their lives.
When he was done talking he began to question me. I told him that the only family I had was my dad, who was on the other side of the country and married to a woman I hated, so I never went home for the holidays. Besides, I preferred to stay here and work through the holidays. I was an editor at the newspaper and loved my job; it kept me busy through the holidays.
He did ask about the holidays, and my lack of decorations for them. I reluctantly confessed my secret hatred for them and he was appalled. That was when the plan began for the Edward Cullen 12 Days of Christmas. I was immediately worried.
What the Edward Cullen 12 Days of Christmas would entail was twelve days of different Christmasy acts. He wouldn't tell me what they were or when they would begin but I was intrigued yet scared shitless.
After dinner Edward headed out with a promise to see me tomorrow. I don't know what had just transpired between us, or what was going on, but to say I was excited was a complete understatement. I was too excited to go to bed. I decided to do what I had always done when this was the situation; I broke out my vibrator and went to town thinking about Edward.
Apparently I fantasized a little too much this time because, before I knew it, I was in the throes of my orgasm and screaming out Edward's name. I quickly realized what was going on, and knew that the walls were somewhat thin, so I tried to muffle my screams with my pillow. I hoped like hell that he hadn't heard me screaming his name. I went to bed, mortified at the thoughts yet excited beyond belief. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.
The next morning came and I got up, headed into work, and was giddy all day long. It was hard to concentrate at work but I managed through. How could one guy make me like this? Well, it was Edward Cullen… Like that was explanation enough. But there was more to it. There was something about him, about the idea of spending time with him where I never had before.
My work day finally ended and I rushed home, eager to see Edward. But, he wasn't home, I discovered, when I knocked on his door. So, I went and tried to pass the time cleaning my already clean apartment. I didn't have his phone number to call him and didn't know when he'd be over. I was dressed in casual clothes; jeans, long sleeve t-shirt, and my chucks, and tried to not look at the clock as I kept wiping the same spot on the spotless kitchen counter.
I was lost in my thoughts when there was a knock at the door and I jumped. I ran to the door and threw it open only to be greeted by evergreen branches bursting through the doorway.
"Move Bella," Edward's voice sounded from somewhere behind the miniature forest so I did as told.
Edward muscled the tree into my apartment and set it down, grinning at me with this amazing crooked smile that took my breath away.
"What is that?" I asked, gesturing to the tree he was holding upright.
"This is your Christmas tree," he replied as he leaned it against a wall and disappeared out of the door only to return with several bags of decorations that he must have put down in the hall.
"I know that it's a tree. What is it doing here?"
"I told you, it's the Edward Cullen 12 Days of Christmas, though they haven't actually started yet. But, a tree and decorations are part of them so I figured we'd get that minor detail taken care of tonight." He smiled again as he pulled a tree stand out and began to decide where to put it.
I couldn't say anything as he worked to get the tree standing straight, positioned in front of my windows. I only had four windows in my apartment, which was more than most due to me having the corner spot. I had two facing the street out front, one in the bathroom, and one beside my bed that gave me access to the fire escape. The tree was positioned in front of the living room windows.
Edward began to take out decorations; ornaments, multicolored lights, garland, and a tree topper. I was a bit shocked that he had purchased all this and even tried to get him to tell me how much he spent but he refused to tell me and said it was his treat. I don't know how I felt about him spending money on me like that but I soon forgot about it as he and I began to decorate the tree.
It was actually fun to trim the tree with Edward. The last tree I had decorated had been with my mom when I was about fourteen. She had fallen ill shortly afterwards and then passed later that year so I moved in with my dad and step monster. My step monster, Lauren, was a royal bitch who didn't want a tacky tree in her living room. It was actually my dad's living room, in his house, but he let her have her way. Lauren would also not even stay home to celebrate Christmas, insisting on lavish trips for her and my father, she came from money and was able to fund the trips.
When I moved in there, she had to bring me along for the first two years before I convinced my dad that seventeen was old enough to stay home by myself. He begrudgingly agreed after Lauren loved the idea. So began the Christmases home alone. The first one I cried the entire day, missing my mom and wishing my dad hadn't let me stay home. But I learned to cope and got over it. The next year was better and so on and so on. When I moved out and across the country for a job, I just kept the tradition of spending them alone and without the holiday spirit. My holiday spirit had died with my mother, or so I thought.
It seemed to be resurfacing as I became tangled in the lights that Edward had me hold. They were straight when I got them but soon became a jumbled mess around my body. Edward had to help me out of them and it felt like he quite enjoyed having to touch my body to get me free. I noticed that his hands lingered on me as he worked to free me. And my reaction, well let's just say I was glad I wasn't hooked to a heart monitor because the whole world would have seen how I reacted to his touch.
We moved on to the ornaments next and I broke a few trying to get them out of the cardboard boxes. I swear those things were designed to inflict torture on people trying to pry the ornaments out. I even managed to cut my finger on one of the broken ornaments, thereby discovering that Edward could also play doctor. That would be a fantasy that I would have to embark upon soon.
Once I was bandaged up and the glass was cleaned up, Edward grabbed a chair and helped me onto it. I wanted to mention my clumsy nature but felt safe when his hands wrapped around my hips to steady me as I placed the star on top of the tree. As he was helping me down I tripped and he caught me in his strong and steady arms, our faces just inches from each other. My breath caught in my throat as I realized the proximity. However, Edward released me and picked up the garland.
Had he not felt that draw as I did? Apparently not because he just started to instruct me on wrapping the garland around my windows and door. I was a bit disheartened when he made careful not to touch me again that night. Maybe he didn't want me like I wanted him. But, it only made sense. He was the picture of perfection, a living and breathing Adonis. And here I was, plain old Bella who couldn't walk a straight line without almost killing myself and everyone around me in the process. What could he see in me?
Once we were done I looked around and actually felt a little excited about this Christmas season. I still didn't see the need in the decorations but they did look good and they brightened up my little abode.
After I thanked Edward for the decorations and the help, he excused himself for the night and went next door. I heard his door shut then music start up quite loudly. I toned it out and headed for a quick shower before hitting the sack. I didn't even think about the fact that I had missed dinner as I drifted off to sleep that night. But, I did realize that Edward hadn't told me of any plans for the next day as I fell into a disappointed sleep.
The next few days I didn't see or hear from Edward. I didn't even hear him come home any of the nights. I wondered if he was avoiding me after the fool I made of myself when he had caught me the other night but decided to dismiss the thought. I just went about work, trying to pass the time and stay chipper. It was harder than I thought. Each day I missed Edward more and more. I wasn't his girlfriend or anything but I had grown quite fond of our personal interactions, even though they had only transpired for two days. I was remaining optimistic, though, because I knew that the Edward Cullen 12 Days of Christmas would soon be upon me.
Two whole weeks after we had decorated my apartment, I finally saw Edward again. I was taking some trash to the chute when he stepped out of the elevator. He looked haggard, was unshaven, and looked like he hadn't slept in a week.
I stood there, mouth agape, staring at him as he sluggishly moved out of the elevator and down the hall, not even seeing me standing there. When I let go of the chute door, it slammed shut, alerting him to my presence.
"Bella!" Edward almost shouted as he spun around to discover the source of the sound.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I said sheepishly as I blushed.
"No, no, don't worry about it. I've just been run ragged this last week with work. You wouldn't believe how some people get around the holidays." He looked so dejected as he said that I wondered what had happened.
"Is everything ok?" I asked, stepping toward him.
"Well, I can't really talk about it other than to say that work has kept me very busy, in and out of the courts and homes."
I understood immediately. He had been saving some kids from their homes. What a horrible time of the year for it to happen! Well, any time it happened was horrible, but the holidays? That was just heartbreaking.
I wanted to hug him and tell him that it would all be better but I didn't know how to initiate the contact so I stood there and just leaned against the wall instead. The silence descended upon us but he broke it quickly.
"Sorry I haven't called or come by lately, just been busy you know. But, I start my vacation at the end of the week so we'll start soon ok?" he asked.
"It's cool Edward; you really don't have to spend the time with me. It's your vacation and all. You should be out enjoying it." I was giving him his escape route now, making sure he really wanted to spend time with me.
"What?" he asked, baffled. "Spending time with you is fun Bella. I know we don't really know each other but we have lived next door for two years now. It's about time we spent some time together. Besides, I will be going out and enjoying my vacation, with you along for the ride." I was instantly worried. What did he have planned for us?
As I stood there contemplating what all we were going to do, Edward had stepped closer, until he was right in front of me.
"Bella," he almost whispered and I looked up, shocked by the close proximity again. "Trust me, you'll have fun and I promise that you will enjoy everything that we do together. In fact, Friday, be ready at seven, we're going out."
"Out where?" I asked, intrigued by the thought of going out with Edward.
"That's a surprise, but just be ready and dress warm."
I just nodded and said goodnight as I made to pass by him but he stopped me as his arm ensnared my waist and pulled me to him.
"Goodnight Bella," he crooned into my ear as he pulled me into a hug and, I swear, kissed my neck.
He released me and entered his apartment, shutting the door behind him. I stood there, completely turned on by the simple two words he said in my ear. Who knew that the ear canal was hard wired to the vag? I had to take care of business immediately.
Rushing back into my apartment I stripped down and reached for my favorite toy again. As I lay back on the bed I felt flush and overheated. Not thinking about it, I cracked my window open some before taking care of business. That night, I moaned Edward's name as I explored my own depths, bringing myself to orgasm twice before I shuddered with fulfillment and fell asleep.
I was shocked the Friday night when Edward took me to go see Santa. Now, I haven't sat on Santa's lap since I was like five and I wasn't starting again now. I politely refused the offer and busied myself with window shopping around the courtyard where Santa was set up. Edward didn't question my refusal to sit in Santa's lap. Instead, he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into a little pub nestled in the corner of the courtyard.
We ordered Hot Scotches and just talked the evening away, laughing as we learned about each other. I hadn't laughed so much in years and it felt good. The multiple Hot Scotches might have had something to do with my bubbly state but I didn't care. Edward was smiling at me and letting me occasionally touch his hand or arm throughout the conversation. Our legs even brushed a few times, sending shockwaves straight up my legs to my groin, making me want him even more than ever. I was going to have to buy new batteries soon.
Finally, when I was quite toasty and had lost all sense of reticence, we headed back towards the subway and our apartment building. I had trouble standing on the moving train so Edward wrapped his arms around me and steadied me on the pole as the train moved. Being wrapped in his arms was a dream come true, even if he was only doing it to be a gentleman.
As we reached our stop, Edward took my hand and helped me out and up the stairs to the street. Our building was a block away and Edward didn't let go of my hand the entire walk there. He used his key to let us into the lobby and then we headed for the elevator to the fifth floor.
While waiting for the elevator, I began to fantasize about Edward taking me inside of it as we rode up to our floor. The ride wouldn't be long enough so he'd have to either stop the car or finish in one of our apartments. Any of the above was fine by me. I started to picture him kissing up and down my neck, his hands trailing over my body but the arrival of the elevator woke me up from dreamland.
Inside of the car the tension was thick between us. I could literally feel it, yet Edward didn't let go of my hand once. He led the way out of the elevator, once it reached our floor, and walked me down the hall to my door. I turned and leaned against the wall, next to my door. Where he had been silent the entire way home, he now spoke.
"I had a great time tonight Bella," he said as he leaned against the wall and toward me.
"Me too," I said, swallowing down the tension before I spoke.
"I'm glad. Now, relax this weekend because it starts Monday."
"What starts Monday?" I asked stupidly then realized. "Oh yeah, the Edward Cullen 12 Days of Christmas."
"Yes, each day from December 13th until December 24th we will partake in a different activity for the day. I hope you're ready for the first day of Christmas." He said it as if it was a challenge. I wasn't one to back down from a challenge.
"Oh I'm ready, don't worry about me," I said back, in a playful tone.
He caught onto the tone and raised one eyebrow as he leaned in closer to me.
"Are you sure you're ready?" he asked, his face only an inch from mine.
"Uh huh," I said, suddenly at a loss for coherent words.
"Good," he murmured in a husky voice right before he pressed his soft, full lips to mine.
I moaned slightly as he pressed his body into mine, deepening the kiss briefly before breaking away and leaving me breathless.
"See you Monday," he commented with a light chuckle and a smirk as he ran his eyes up and down my body before disappearing into his apartment.
Damn, that man was going to be the death of my vibrator!
The weekend passed quickly, to my surprise, and it was Monday. I had to work all this week but had the following week off so only half of my days with Edward would be disturbed by work. I drug myself out of bed, exhausted from a late night masturbatory session after waking up from a very erotic Edward dream, and got ready for the day.
The day passed slowly, to my dismay, and I found myself silently begging the clock to speed up so I could begin my first day of Edward's 12 Days of Christmas. I wondered what he had in store for me and was excited to find out.
Finally the day was over and I headed home. When I got there, I found a note attached to my door. I didn't recognize the handwriting so I ripped it open and discovered it was from Edward.
Unwind and put on something comfortable then come to my door at seven. Tonight begins the first day of Christmas.
I had to hold in the squeal of excitement as I headed inside and took a shower; shaving everything and making sure I was clean everywhere. I didn't know if anything was going to happen but I wanted to be prepared after that kiss Friday night. I felt that kiss all the way in my toes!
I finished up and started to get ready for the night. I blow-dried my hair, selected a pair of jeans and a v-neck long sleeved shirt, and my faithful chucks, skimped on the makeup since I really didn't wear it anyways, then began to count down the seconds until seven.
At seven on the dot, I walked out of my apartment and knocked on the next door down. The sight that greeted me had me bursting out in laughter. Edward opened the door dressed in a Santa suit, beard and all.
"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!" he said in a deep voice. "Come in, come in!"
I tried to hold in the laughter as I passed Santaward but a few snickers escaped. However, all laughter disappeared when I took in the luxurious furnishings of Edward's apartment. He had a black leather couch, flat screen TV, very large king sized wrought iron bed, top end kitchen appliances, his apartment was amazing compared to mine. And, it was thoroughly decorated in the Christmas spirit, tree and all.
I turned around to look back at Edward and saw him perched on a chair, patting his leg.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no! I'm not sitting on your lap!" I said shocked at what he was doing.
"Bella, there are some rules to the Edward Cullen 12 Days of Christmas that you must follow," Edward said from his seat.
"You said nothing about the rules when we started!"
"Well, regardless, there are rules and you agreed to participate so you have to. Rule number one, you have to partake in every activity planned throughout the duration of the Edward Cullen 12 Days of Christmas. Rule number two, you must have fun. And, rule number three, anything goes. Now, be a good girl, come sit on Santa's lap, and tell me what you want for Christmas."
I decided to just play along for the sake of it. Besides, I didn't want to hurt Edward's feelings and I would get to sit on his lap. I walked over to him and perched very carefully on the edge of his knee. He wasn't having that and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up against him. I had to say I was pleased with the somewhat physical direction our friendship had taken over the last few days. Edward kept his arms ensnared around my waist as he began to talk in his fake deep Santa voice.
"Now Bella, have you been a good girl this year?" Edward asked a twinkle in his eyes.
I played along and replied, "Of course Santa!"
"Well then, what is it that you want for Christmas?"
I went back to my little kid days and started to list off toys I had wanted but never got.
"I want Malibu Barbie, a purple bicycle, and…and…and the Dream Date board game!" I finished it off with a cheesy ass grin.
"So, you want a dream date?" Edward asked in his normal velvety voice, breaking character.
"Uh huh," I replied, swallowing thickly.
"You know, I could be your dream date, Bella," he whispered the last word directly into my ear as he moved his hands to my hips and squeezed. I was instantly wet as his lips brushed against the shell of my ear. "Do you want me to be your dream date? Is that what you'd like for Christmas?"
"Uh…yes?" My voice was weak and it came out like a question.
"Are you sure Bella?" Edward asked as he removed his hat and fake beard, before gripping my chin to make me look into his striking green eyes.
"Yes," I breathed out right before his lips pressed into mine.
I melted into the kiss, my lips parting involuntarily. Edward took their parting as an invitation, his tongue delving into the depths of my mouth, tangling with my tongue. I moaned softly as his hands moved to my hair, burying them in it. My hands moved to his neck, pulling him into me more.
I twisted my body and somehow ended up straddling Edward, never breaking our kiss. He gripped my ass and pulled me against his body, letting me feel the thing I'd been dreaming and fantasizing about for two years. Let me say this man did not disappoint.
I rocked against him, causing him to moan and break his lips from mine, only to move them to my neck. I clawed at his Santa suit, trying to open the jacket of it. Finally successful, I was greeted with his bare chest. My hands began to search the planes of his pecs, playing with the soft tangle of bronze curls nestled over his diaphragm.
I was rocking against him, my arms around his chest, inside of his jacket, kissing his neck and nibbling his ear when he gripped me tightly around the thighs and stood up. I squealed, afraid he would drop me, but his arms were strong, easily supporting me as he walked across the space and laid me back on the bed.
I was panting as I looked up at him, his eyes wild with lust and passion. I motioned with my index finger for him to come on and he leaned down, bracing himself with both arms on either side of my head. I thought he was going to kiss me again but he pulled back and looked into my eyes, searching for something.
"Bella, are you sure you want this?" he asked, watching for any sign of hesitation. There wasn't any.
"Yes," I growled as I grabbed the collar of his Santa jacket and pulled him to me, crushing my lips to his.
He hesitated for one second, until I fisted the hair at the nape of his neck, then he let loose and began to devour me.
His lips broke from mine, trailing down my jaw to my neck, then following the V of my shirt. He licked and nipped at my chest as I pushed the jacket off of his shoulders and down his back. He lifted his hands to let it fall to the floor, revealing all of his exposed upper body to my hungry hands.
My nails raked up and down his skin, pulling him closer to me, but he pulled back and gripped the hem of my shirt. I understood what he wanted and sat up, pulling my shirt off and throwing it to the side. Before I could lie back on the bed his hands were behind me, unhooking my bra and sliding it off. I swear he gasped audibly when my breasts were exposed to him. He didn't waste any time before he dropped his open, waiting mouth to my hardened nipples, lavishing one first then the other.
I arched my back into him, pressing my chest more into his face. He let my nipple go with a soft bite before he began to kiss his way down my stomach, his hands coming up to the button of my jeans. He paused one last time, looking up for a silent affirmation of what was about to happen and I licked my lips and nodded at him. He gave me his breathtaking crooked grin before unbuttoning my jeans, pulling them off, along with my panties. He removed my shoes and socks with my jeans then stood up, looking at me with hungry eyes.
I sat up slightly, bracing myself on my elbows and watched with baited breath as he hooked his thumbs into the waist of his pants. My tongue darted out, wetting my bottom lip as the pants inched their way down his hips, slowly revealing the bronze garden I was awaiting.
He stepped out of the pants and looked up at me, but I was distracted by the thick protuberance before me. Could they possibly grow that big? I didn't think it would fit…too long…too thick…too hard. I sat up, my eyes fixed on his glorious cock, instinctively reaching for it.
He hissed when my hand tried to wrap around it, unsuccessfully I might add. There was a good inch separating the tips of my thumb and fingers. I squeezed it and slowly slid my hand up and down the rigid shaft, earning a moan of pleasure from Edward as his head dropped back. A small drop of clear liquid oozed from the tip and I had the sudden desire to taste it, taste him.
I leaned forward slowly, the tip of my tongue coming out, and slowly licked the slit, capturing the drop of liquid before kissing the strained tip. His cock jumped in my hands, begging for more attention, more love.
Licking my lips, I opened my mouth and began to slowly slide it over the head and down the shaft. My lips stretched wide trying to surround his massive member. I got about halfway down him when I felt the tip hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly. Edward seemed to enjoy this, fisting his hands in my hair as he began to slowly fuck my mouth.
I had to put both of my hands around his dick at the base to keep him from pushing too far into my mouth. Edward moaned as I increased the suction with my mouth and the pressure with my hands, twisting them around his base, teasing his lawn with my fingertips.
Before I was done sucking on the delicious dick before me, Edward pulled out of my mouth and pushed me back onto the bed. My mouth ached with emptiness and slight pain from the stretching it had received. I knew that pain would be nothing compared to the pain I was about to experience from Edward's intrusion. It had been several years since I had been with anyone that wasn't battery operated.
Edward crawled up my body, positioning himself between my legs before lining himself up with my dripping core. But he didn't press forward with his cock. His fingers made the journey first, testing my readiness for him. I was soaked to the core, allowing Edward's fingers to easily glide in and out of me. He removed his hand and brought his dripping fingers to his mouth, sucking them off one by one, moaning at the flavor.
When his eyes opened and met mine, I was somewhat afraid of the fire within them. Edward was ravenous and I was about to be his meal. Before I could blink, he gripped the base of his massive cock and shoved into me in one quick movement, making me cry out with a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.
Edward stayed seated within me for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his girth and length before slowly pulling out and pressing in again. My legs drifted further apart, allowing my body to accept him fully, as my arms lifted up and gripped his shoulders.
"Look at me Bella," Edward purred as he slowly pulled out again.
My eyes opened, having closed with the sensation of him in me, and met his. I kept his gaze, feeling like I was seeing into his soul as he entered me again, more forcefully this time. My body was sliding up and down the bed as he repeated the thrusts, each a little harder and faster than the one before.
Quickly, we were setting a frantic pace, my hips straining to widen even more, to allow him deeper within me. My head was thrown back, my hands fisted in the sheets as he began to pump into me, making our skin slap audibly. I was moaning incoherently as he brought me closer and closer to my peak, closer to the edge of oblivion.
My lower lips were stretched wide around his now slick with my juices cock as it pummeled me. I was almost there, almost to the point of no return. My head was thrashing back and forth, I was moaning Edward's name, he was growling obscenities at me when his hand quietly moved between us and pinched down on my swollen clit.
That move sent me over the edge, crashing like a wrecking ball, screaming out as my walls pulsated relentlessly around his rigid dick, begging it to release its treasure. Edward began to pant out moans, his thrusts becoming quickly erratic, drawing my orgasm out as he neared his own climax. Right before he came, he pulled out, pumped his shaft twice, and spurted his steaming seed across my abdomen.
He collapsed beside me on the bed, panting, trying to regain his breath just as I was when I realized what today had brought. Day one had brought me my first lay of Christmas. I couldn't wait to see what the other eleven days had in store for me.