twilight smut 🤫 {TAKING REQUESTS}

Edward Cullen- Symphony

In the Cullen house, it was almost always a guarantee that there'd be some kind of music coming from Edward's room. That's the way he liked it, playing softly at all hours, accompanied by the gentle breeze entering through the windows.

You were growing to like it though, you thought, running your finger over his extensive CD collection, listening absent mindedly for the sound of his arrival.

You turned with a soft gasp as he landed in the open doorway that led to the surrounding forest, light as a feather. He smiled at you, eyes golden, and you rolled your eyes. "Seems like someone had a bit too much fun." You jibed, smiling. "You know Emmett, it's never just a quick snack."

At that, the other Cullen brother landed next to him, albeit less light footed. "He loves me really." Emmett winked. "Rose isn't home, no one is." Edward answered Emmetts thoughts, entering the room. Emmett nodded, and turned to jump back out in the trees, "Don't have too much fun while I'm gone kids." He smirked, laughing at his own joke as he disappeared.

Edward came up behind you, chuckling under his breath, he snaked one arm around your waist, whilst the other rested on your hand as you traced the music. "You're more like me everyday." He said in your ear, pressing a light kiss against your cheek. "Do you like this song?" He continued, reaching over to turn the volume up slightly on the stereo.

It was classical, something light and calm, you had no idea what, but didn't care to find out as he moved his kisses down to your neck, slowly but surely getting a bit more impatient. "How long will the others be gone for?" You asked breathlessly, taking your hand off the CDs and reaching back to run it through his hair. "I think if they get close enough, they've learned by now to mind their business. But we have time."

He gently turned you around, placing both hands on your waist now as he kissed you with growing passion. "We can take it slow." He murmured, pulling you tight to him. "How so?" You whispered, already eager to keep going. "Let me take the lead." He smiled against your lips, moving his hands now to slide over your ass, grabbing it gently. Then he moved round to your front, undoing the button of your shorts and sliding them down your body until they hit the floor. You stepped out of them, shivering from both anticipation and the breeze. You lifted your shirt off and he drew you again into a deep kiss whilst undoing your bra and tossing it onto the ground. Finally you rushed to remove your panties, and he stood back for a second.

His jaw slacked as his eyes filled with lust. "You're so perfect. All for me." He smirked, not wasting any time to grab you once more. He didn't kiss you this time, instead watching your expression intently as he traced one finger down your stomach until it reached just above where you needed him. Groaning softly at your sharp intake of breath, he gently pressed down on your clit, before running his finger further down, smiling at the wetness he felt immediately. "Needy." He muttered, as you squirmed in his arms. "You do want this, don't you. I reckon that right now you can even come without anything inside you," he paused and looked you up and down,"not my dick," he pressed his body to yours, so you could feel his growing erection. "or my fingers," this time he circled your entrance, "or my tongue." He kissed you again, exploring your mouth with his tongue, before pulling away. "Do you want to try that?"

You nodded. He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." You breathed out. "Please."

Without a second passing you were lifted up and sat onto the shelf behind you. "Open your legs for me baby." He half groaned, watching how you answered immediately. "So pretty."

His movements were slow and careful, agonising. He traced soft circles on your clit with one hand, whilst the other moved backwards and forwards in between your folds, occasionally teasing your hole. The movements on your clit grew faster as you threw your head back and moaned at the overwhelming feelings of pleasure and pain. "Are you close?" He asked, watching your jaw slacken. You nodded. "I knew you could do it." He laughed. You felt yourself come in no time, moaning even louder and grabbing his hair to steady yourself.

Immediately his fingers were inside you and his mouth was all over your tits, he pumped in and out agonisingly fast, and you knew you were nearing another orgasm. He reached out an arm next to him and turned the music up to match the volume of your moans. "You make any symphony sound like angels with these sounds." He smiled, pulling his fingers out of you.

Then you were in his arms again, and set down quickly on the chaise longe, breathing heavily. He unzipped his trousers, in awe at your dazed expression, and slowly entered you. He thrusted deep, but kept to the slow pace, watching you gently touch yourself as he did. "You're perfect." He murmured, looming over you, before lowering himself to kiss your chest. The music was reaching a crescendo in the background, as his thrusts gradually became sloppier and he repeatedly hit your g-spot. "Are you close?" You asked him, and he only barely nodded in response. "What can I do for you?" You continued, enjoying the role reversal. "Kiss me." He moaned, nearing closer and closer. You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to you and immediately kissing his neck feverishly, nipping at him and making sure to leave marks, before moving upwards, kissing his jawline and finally his lips.

He only broke the kiss later with a final groan, coming deep inside you and collapsing down on top of your body. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him, kissing his forehead as he reached up to stroke your hair. "How was that?" You muttered, and immediately both of your faces dropped as you heard the quiet grumbling of Jasper walking in the front door.

"Fucking loud."