Practice Makes Perfect

Ch.1: When I think about you...

Rated: M for Lemony-Goodness
Synopsis: Bella has agreed to marry Edward, and he finally agrees to start "practicing" for the wedding night.
Story World: Canon. (aka. Characters are portrayed as they were in the books. No A/H, A/N etc.)

Disclaimer: Twilight and all its' characters are of course property of Stephanie Meyers.

EPOV

It was the middle of the night and I was curled up next to Bella watching her sleep, like I did every night. Sometimes I would lie next to her above the covers so she wouldn't get cold, other times I would simply sit in the rocking chair by the window with my eyes closed listening to her heartbeat. I would miss that after our wedding, after we'd tried having a "human honeymoon", after I'd turned her.

I shook my head cursing myself. I had no idea if I would be able to give her what she wanted. The furthest we'd gone were a few passionate kisses. The memory alone made my skin tingle. I ran my nose gently along the nape of her neck, taking in her intoxicating scent. Bella stirred in her sleep and pressed herself closer to me grazing my thigh with her own. The contact made my head spin even more. I felt my cock tensing eagerly in anticipation and held my breath keeping very still to stay in control. If I had been human I would have been blushing worse than Bella did. Thinking about sex with her was all I seemed to do lately. Even the tiniest touch between us set my body on fire.

"Edward" Bella mumbled in her sleep.

"I love you." I whispered back as I planted a kiss on her forehead. I carried on planting kisses on her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. Bella let out a seductive moan and then ground her hips against me, tangling the sheets with her. That's when I smelt her. Bella was wet. The scent drove me wild. Not the way her blood did, but in a way that made me want to trail my lips all over her body.

I started to panic. The throbbing pleasure in my cock was quickly turning to ungratified pain. I was going to have to do something about it. I planted one last kiss back on her forehead and quietly crawled out of bed careful to not disturb Bella and went and sat in her rocking chair. Taking deep breaths I tried to calm myself down. Think about something else. I commanded my mind, but to no avail. Bella had brushing against me, the way she had moaned and the fact that I could smell her wetness was too much. I began rubbing my hand over the bulge in my jeans to relieve some of the pressure. Usually I handled such things in the shower each morning after spending the night with Bella. Rushing quickly home to change my clothes, I would always take a hot shower and think of Bella, as the steam rose from my skin and I ran my hand over myself, satiating my more human desires.

I looked over at the clock on her bedside table. . .

2:41am.

There was no way I was going to be able to hold out until morning. I thought about my options. I could go to the bathroom, which was my usual routine, but then if Bella woke up and found me missing she would panic. No. Not an option, I decided. I could take a walk in the forest...but there is the same problem of Bella waking up alone... If I was unwilling to leave Bella, I realized that my only solution was to stay right where I was; trapped in Bella's room. I would have to be extra careful not to get caught.

I checked to make sure Charlie was sound asleep down the hall before retrieving the box of tissue from Bella's desk. I paused, looking around her room, trying to figure out where would be the best place to do this. Briefly I thought of crawling in bed next to Bella so that I could smell her, feel the heat emanating from her soft skin... at least it would feel more intimate that way and I would feel less like a pervert. But then I thought better. I should stay a safe distance from her in case I get too carried away. Who knew what would happen with her in the room while I did this. The thought scared me for a moment, but as I watched Bella sleep my body started to ache for her again. The rocking chair would have to do. It was far enough away and I would still be able to look at Bella. I resigned myself and quietly walked over to the rocking chair and sat down.

After a few more seconds of hesitation and battling in my mind, I held my breath and undid the button and zipper on my pants. The noise sounded dangerously loud to me, but I knew that it would not wake Bella. I reached down and released my cock, taking one last look at Bella to make sure that she was asleep. God I hated not being able to read her mind! Especially at moments like this.

I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking my shaft, up and down, very slowly. The sensation was amazing. Being in the same room with Bella and smelling her wetness was a big turn on. I knew I could probably cum quickly, but I wanted to make it last. I leaned back in the chair letting myself relax a bit. This was by far the closest we'd ever been together and I was grateful that Bella was so oblivious and that I was in control of it. It really was a good way to test my willpower in regards to this part of our relationship.

I gradually let myself enjoy the sensation and started pumping my hand along my shaft more quickly. My cock was now throbbing, begging for release. Pleasure taking over, I was soon loosing rational thought and started thinking about all of the things I wanted to do with Bella. If only it was Bella's hand, or mouth... oh god. I would give anything for her to do that. The thought of Bella's brown eyes looking up at me as she wrapped her lips around my cock made me twitch with anticipation.

I ran my fingers over the tip where my own wetness had formed and used it to coat my head. As I slid my hand back down my cock I thought of the wetness between Bella's legs. I let out a low moan as I imagined having my cock covered in her, thrusting myself inside her, making her moan with pleasure. I wrapped my hand tighter thinking about how tight Bella would be. In reality she was only a few feet away and her body clearly wanted the same thing mine did. I moaned again and gripped the arm of her rocking chair a bit too tightly, leaving fingerprint marks. This was possibly the best and the worst hand job of my life.

I pumped my hand faster, harder against my shaft and let out another low moan. I was getting closer. I let my thoughts wander, dreaming up all of the things I would do with her once she was immortal. Making love to her in our bed, the shower, our meadow... I was so close. I threw my head back as my hips rocked against my hand pounding my cock. I was lost. I thought about what would happen if Bella were with me right now, what she would be doing. The Bella in my imagination would run her fingers through my hair, place her thighs on either side of mine and slowly lower her dripping wet pussy over my cock. We would both moan in unison from the sensation before Bella would start sliding up and down slowly her breath coming in ragged gasps. I would grab her hips and slam her down onto my cock, making her throw her head back in ecstasy, riding my cock harder. The fantasy of Bella straddling me and riding my cock was too much. I was breathing like a mad man and could feel my body starting to shake, so close to release, when suddenly...

"Edward?"

To be continued...

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