Moving Pictures by breakfastatbella's, M-Ś
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Fanfiction based on Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight Series
Rated M for Mature
Moving Pictures
By breakfastatbella's
Summary:
Beautiful Bella's life is dedicated to caring for others. By chance she meets sexy
Edward Cullen, a successful documentary filmmaker. The passion is immediate, but the
repercussions are far more permanent.
~*~
Prologue
I suddenly realized we are parked at the overlook. Edward glanced out his window toward the
rising cliffs and sparkling water, glittered by the lights of houses and the radiance of the moon.
"I love this place," he sighed, with a reverence that seemed both melancholy and nostalgic.
I wondered silently what magic this place held for him, but decided to lighten the mood instead
of pressing him. "So, how many Forks High School cheerleaders did you bring here back in the
day?" I giggled under my breath as I said that, leaning my head back against the leather seat. I
looked over at his handsome profile, my eyes searching his awesome features intently, waiting
for his answer.
"Cheerleaders, huh? Do you think I would have liked the cheerleader type of girl?" He raised his
eyebrows and shot me that beautiful, crooked grin.
"Oh, I'm just teasing you…I don't know, Mr. Cullen, then what
is
your type?" My voice was
strangely breathy, and my heart started racing as I awaited his response. What in the hell was he
going to say? And at that second, I really, really wanted to know…
He breached the space between us by taking my hand and leaning close—so close I could feel
his warmth, his breath, his being. I felt the longing and the pain of the last few months ignite a
need in me so strong, so bold. I closed my eyes and hoped I knew what would follow.
He took my hand up to his beautiful mouth and kissed it. The sensation traveled from my hand,
straight to my core. God, I hoped he wouldn't stop there. I opened my eyes and looked at him
intently through my lashes.
"Well, Isabella," he said in a low, velvety voice as he kissed the inside of my elbow, sliding his
hands in the most sensuous caress over me.
"My type would definitely seem to be…"
A soft, slow kiss on my forehead.
"Ivory skin…"
Warm hands sliding deliberately to my neck.
"A naturally beautiful, exquisite face…"
Honeyed kisses on each check.
"Long, dark hair…"
Unhurried fingers combing through my hair.
Oh, god, I loved this. This moment. I giggled and finally exhaled the breath I had been holding. I
relaxed my head into Edward's welcoming hands, releasing all tension and giving in to the
hunger for him stirring inside me.
We shared a knowing smile, eyes locking in a way that was itself an acknowledgement of what
was to come. My heart raced, and desire welled within me as he reached for the back of my neck
and oh so gently knotted my hair around his fingers. He pulled me to him, ever so slowly, until I
could feel his breath upon my face. Edward placed his incredible lips on mine, and at once I
knew I was done for.
Our lips met with a certain resolve that meant something far greater than just a kiss. Our lips
opened and tongues touched in a way that was more intimate than anything I had ever
experienced. Our first real kiss was long, wet, and very hot. It was new, but familiar at the same
time. It was sexy as all hell, but I also felt protected.
Perfection.
When we finally parted lips, we stared into each other's eyes. I took a deep breath and realized I
needed a way out…a way out of all the built up emotion of my past. Some way to erase the
nightmare that was Marcus, some way to ease the pain of an inevitable loss.
"Isabella? Are you alright?" he whispered sweetly into my ear. "What are you thinking? Tell
me."
My eyes darted to the darkness beyond the car window. Was Edward my way out? Well, I
certainly couldn't deny what I felt for this gorgeous, sensitive man. Our kiss told me that. The
electricity between us told me that. His hands told me that…
"Touch me, Edward…please…" I closed my eyes and waited for what I hoped would come next.
Edward's breath caught, and I opened my eyes to see him, to gauge his reaction to my
remarkably bold request. He closed his eyes and nuzzled my neck. He trailed feather soft kisses
down my jaw, behind my ear, and down my neck. Again, I could feel the warmth of his breath
against my skin, and every sensitive spot on my body ignited with fire. His long, knowing
fingers traced the collar of my sweater, only to stop briefly above my breasts.
My breath hitched, and I arched my back ever so slightly to regain his touch. He continued his
route, circling my already hard nipple through my sweater.
A caress with his palm, a gentle pinch, another caress.
He moved his hand to my other breast that was longing for his touch. He kissed my mouth, but
this time it was more forceful, more desperate. He traced my lips with his tongue, and the
sensation left me panting for more. My breathing quickened as I realized how fucking much I
wanted him. I wanted to feel his tongue on my nipples in that way…swirling, sucking, caressing.
Oh…
I moaned softly in Edward's mouth, and I could feel the edges of his lips twitch up in a smile.
We touched foreheads, and immediately I knew this was more than making out at the overlook.
He pulled back and stared at me with the most amazing green eyes. I reached out and tugged at
his shirt, untucking it. I slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons so I could move my needy hands
inside. I caressed his neck and his shoulders. I leaned in to move my hands slowly down his
chest, rubbing his nipples with my thumbs. I could feel his breathing increase and his heart beat
quicken.
He suddenly grabbed my wrists, and for a moment, I wondered what was wrong. He arched his
eyebrows—again, that look!—and shook his jacket off and tossed it to the backseat.
Oh…he
wants more.
Maybe I had the same effect on him as he did to me?
Holy hell.
I boldly made a move to shift against the car door, allowing my legs to fall open to welcome his
presence. The back of my head pressed against the chilled window glass, but I paid it no mind.
The heat that was building between us was enough for me.
Edward leaned toward me, and I instinctively pulled my sweater over my head. Ever the
gentleman, he carefully placed it on the dash. Our position in the cramped car was indeed
awkward, but it was obvious neither of us cared. He stared at my breasts and traced the outline of
my bra. I could feel his touch burning into my skin, leaving a tingling where his fingers had
been. He took the palms of his hands and maneuvered them under my bra straps, caressing my
shoulders as he lowered them—exposing me for him to see.
"Oh, god, Bella. You are so beautiful." He reached up to kiss me sweetly on my mouth, knowing
that this was something very intimate, very special. My body was on fire with a longing for this
man. He took my breast in his hand and began the most pleasurable assault with his tongue.
Swirling, sucking, and teasing my nipple. I was so turned on watching him…his eyes, lashes, his
mouth…I ran my hands through his tousled hair and tried to reign in my emotions. But I
couldn't.
He looked up at me, briefly, for what I thought may be my blessing to continue.
"God, Edward, don't stop. Please…" I purred.
"Bella, you are fucking beautiful. And delicious…"
I placed my palm against his perfect face. He turned and kissed it, in a way that was the best
possible combination of sultry and sweet. At that moment I knew for sure I was going to
combust.
He leaned up toward my ear and began to whisper softly, "I want to feel you, baby. Can I touch
you here, Bella?" He ran his fingers down to the waistband of my jeans, descending to the place
where I needed to feel him the most. I was swollen and wet and filled with want. I swallowed
hard and nodded slowly.
"I'm going to unbutton your jeans now. Is that okay, baby?"
Oh, fuck.
He was going to narrate his torture. He positioned himself over me and slid his fingers
around the inside of my jeans, slowly moving toward the button. Suddenly, I was very aware of
his erection, long and hard against my leg.
Could this be any fucking better? I think not.
My
breath hitched as I could hardly stand the anticipation of him touching me…
there
.
I looked down and watched as he gladly unbuttoned and unzipped the obstacle of clothing
between us. The visual alone of his long fingers and masterful hands moving closer to my wet
core almost sent me over the edge. I hadn't ever felt this kind of lustful need. How was this
possible?
"Bella, baby, do you want me to touch you like this?" he said as he gently ran his hand over my
panties. I moaned a little louder, heat radiating from my very being.
"Or, like this?" His hand was now under the lace, fingering my lips in long, soft strokes. I
continued to watch him as he touched me, realizing I might come just from that. I squeezed his
shoulders tightly, expressing my desire to move on…
"Oh…Bella. Baby, you are so wet." He growled low in my ear. He slowly rubbed two fingers
down along my center—torturously, slowly, back up and down again.
"Edward…please…I need, hmmm, please."
"Tell me, Bella. Tell me what you need." He kissed me hard, still stroking me, but now with
more deliberate and intense motions. His kiss was powerful, all thrusting tongues and loud
panting, foreshadowing the very thing he wanted to do next. Suddenly, he pushed two fingers
into me, rocking his palm in a rhythm that would be my undoing.
"Ahhh…oh, god…" I whimpered as I reveled in this motherfucking heaven. I felt a euphoric
flash of heat sweep over me and realized my orgasm was oh so close. Even Edward was panting
now, as my moans had undoubtedly excited him more. I reached for him, yearning to feel his
length in my hand.
Rrrrinnnggg
.
Our moment came to a spiraling crash as my cell phone shrilled inside my purse.
"Damn!"
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