at dead of night | a twilight fanfiction

at dead of night | 11

march 8, 2005

our lips were locked in a heated kiss, my hands combing through the short black hair in front of me. it was as intoxicating as i could remember, and i wanted... no, i needed more.

slightly rough hands were gently rubbing up and down my bare sides, making goosebumps form in its path and a shiver running up my spine. 

gasping lightly for air, i pulled away from the kiss. the latter immediately went to work at kissing one side of my neck, making my back arch forward to meet those lustful lips. my hand gripped her hair tighter, encouraging her to continue, aching for her to continue.

another pair of hands, softer and colder against my hot skin, trailed teasingly around my lower back tattoo before making their way upward and around my torso to my front, directly over my breasts. the contact made me feel lightheaded, my chest heaving as the difference between hot hands and cold ones continued to grope along my body. 

i was sandwiched between the two of them, painfully aware that these hands were doing nothing to touch me where i wanted to be touched most. 

this made a whimper vibrate through my throat, prompting the kisses on my neck to turn into bites and rough sucking of skin. this made my whole-body shake. 

i felt one of the hands on my breasts being removed, pushing my curls off the shoulder of my unoccupied side, and as if one pair of lips weren't enough, these cold ones decided to add onto the rough sucking, but refused to bite. they ranged from the spot under my jawline to the skin where my neck and shoulders connected. i didn't need to see that both side of my neck must have been coated in fresh hickeys and bites, one side clearly lacking the latter.

"fuck...!" i cried out, tears springing to my eyes. i felt pathetic, grinding my wet core against nothing and my juices coating my inner thighs. 

i have never felt this way before, never found myself in such a situation that made me look so needy, desperate for attention. i can feel myself growing addicted to the feeling.

as if timed, the kisses on my neck stopped. before i could beg for more, the hands slowly began to make work of moving me. they turned me around so i was now leaning against the taller of us three and my legs parted for the pale skinned beauty. hot hands began to grope my chest, pinching deliciously at my nipples while one trailed down my stomach, nearing my aching sex.

i gripped the arm of nicely toned flesh, pushing her closer to touch between my thighs. she was so close and yet so far...

a cold kiss on my knee caught my attention, as if asking for it while my eyes trailed to the pale beauty who was kissing at my flesh there. i thought she was going to kiss lower, but one kiss to my knee was all she planted. 

she shifted between my legs; her pelvis was angled in between my legs as her cold hands pushed my legs further apart. i didn't resist and it didn't hurt, watching her actions with eager yet confused eyes. i wanted it, but what was it..?

i flinched for a moment, feeling something guided by those hands rubbing at my soaked slit. the friction was foreign, and felt weird for a moment, but after it began to rub at my budding clit, my walls tightened around nothing. all of a sudden, i wanted something to fill the void inside of me, gasps and moans leaving my lips. 

my back arched into the hot hand that remained on my breast, loving how it roughly pinched my nipples to full hardness. my nails dragged along the arm located over my lower abdomen tattoo, clawing to keep me grounded.