The dream started to come back, pictures that made no sense. Long fingers, running along the inside of her thigh… warm breath on her stomach, wet kisses on her hips. She arched up into her hand as the pressure tightened. Hair tickled her stomach; she touched it, running her fingers through it. Her moan broke the silence in the room as her body moved harder, her eyes were squeezed tightly shut.
Warmth enveloped her as her back arched off the bed, giving in completely to the orgasm ripping through her. Soft wet kisses moved up along her stomach, up past her breasts, stopping on her lips. A deep, rich voice broke through to her, “Bella…”
Bella’s eyes flew open and she sat up in her bed, clutching her sheet against her chest. That wasn’t Emmett’s voice.
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