Bella

"Forever," he agreed, then pulled us gently into deeper water.

I'd left my fear behind and couldn't even recall it as he kissed and touched me in all the ways he would at home. His lips trailed from my ear to my chin to my mouth and back. I ran my hands over the planes of his chest, his stomach, his shoulders and back. He kissed my neck but kept his hands on my hips.

He crouched a little in the water and kissed my collar bone and the tops of my breasts. My breathing became ragged. I realized that he wasn't going to pull away this time. This time we wouldn't stop. Unless he hurt me. Was that why his hands lingered on my hips? Was he afraid his caresses would become too rough? Was he burning for this like I was? Of course he was. I could feel him now against my leg. But he wouldn't push into me. He wouldn't trust himself for that. Crouching a little myself to meet his lips, I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my legs. He instantly moved his hands to my arms instead. The water held my weight for the most part and I barely had to hook his hip to stay in place.

"You're sure?" he asked, his lips still touching mine.

I didn't answer, but instead pushed myself down on him. I knew there would be pain. So did he. No doubt this was one reason he was so hesitant. I hadn't paused, but was unsure how bad the pain would be. I didn't expect so little. I thought it would be like a tearing, maybe like pulling off a band-aid. Instead it was almost more of a stretching, and then a pull, like pushing something aside. And then I could think of nothing else, because he was in me.

I held my breath. He was cold. I felt where the pull had been but the cold had soothed it to nothing. He was hard. I had no reference, really, but he was certainly harder than my fingers would be in the same place. As I thought of that I realized I felt pulsing. Was that him? or me? His breath had stopped and his eyes were wide. Our lips were no longer locked but our noses touched as I looked into his shocked face. Me then.

"Edward? Is this all right?" Please say yes please say yes please say yes. I realized the pulsing hadn't stopped but gotten more intense. I was squeezing him without any conscious thought to do so. It felt amazing. The waves would brush into our backs and the slight lift it gave my hips made my insides scream for more. The movement was so small, but I could feel every quarter inch where I slid over him. I groaned even as I awaited his answer.

"It's... it's fine. I just..." He lifted me off him and I almost wept. "I need a moment to... catch my breath."

"Liar. But I could use the same." I was gonna lose it on him at this rate.

He gave me his crooked smile. "No, I don't think so." Then his hand was on me - his fingers in me. He lifted me in his one hand to a height where he could put his mouth to my breast. His left cupped my buttock, helping the waves lift and rock me. His fingers moved inside me and sensations were unbelievable. His thumb played with my folds and my head fell back as I neared my first orgasm. The warmth of the water, the cool of his fingers, his lips. I shuddered and felt water in my ear. When had I bent back so far? When had his mouth left my breasts?

He pulled his hand from me and grabbed both my hips, pulling me alongside him. I was floating on my back, unwilling to move. "Shall we move inside?" he asked.

"mmm," was all I could reply. He chuckled and lifted me in his arms.

He laid me on the white bed amid the mosquito netting. He seemed to hesitate over me. "I trust you, Edward. I trust you with my life."

"Just bear with me." I bent my knees so he could line himself up to me. I felt the tip of him and tossed my head. "So good." The ice was the perfect balm for my raging heat. My outburst seemed to give him courage. He slid, very slowly into me. I could feel every minute movement, each perfectly paced slide. He was being so careful. He was so perfect. He was driving me insane. I was squeezing involutarily again and I knew a second orgasm couldn't be far off. Fortunately over half his length was in me, I saw when I opened my eyes between gasps. He lowered himself slowly as he entered me, though my head continued to toss from time to time. The ecstasy, it was too much to hold still. I didn't know how he did it. "I love you, Edward." I moaned as his hips touched mine. I arched my back, pressing my hips into his. "Forgive me," I asked as my hips, of their own accord, bucked madly into him. I heard his teeth grind, felt his cheek next to mine, his muffled cries as his face buried in the pillow. I continued to spasm as I felt him throb. It sent me deeper into pleasure, something I hadn't thought possible, and I felt him erupt inside me. I'd expected it to be cold, like him, but it was hot. It almost burned, but the sweetness was too much for it to hurt.

I panted as my hips sank back into the mattress. He panted and puffed something white. His breath couldn't be frosting in this heat. He started to pull from me, but I wrapped my tired legs around his waist, "Uh-uh."

"Bella," he muttered. "I think a little rest is in order?"

I sighed loudly and let my legs fall. He laid on his side beside me and buried his face in my hair. "You are the most amazing creature in existence."

"I think I'll beg to differ. I rolled away from him a little to spoon, and felt him. "Someone doesn't need a rest."

"But someone, human, does," he insisted.

I ignored him and put my face to his groin. He gasped in surprise and then groaned in pleasure. "Good God, Bella. It feels like I'm burning, but in a good way. A way I never want to stop."

I purred in contentment with his member in my mouth. I felt his hips buck and choked in surprise. He was pulled from me as he sat up. "I'm sorry!"

"You didn't hurt me, Edward, just startled. Now hold still." I turned to take him in my mouth again. Again he groaned, and this time I felt my hips being lifted. I took my mouth from him and held him in my hand, "What?"

"Well, if you get to taste." My gasp was a near shriek as his tongue ran the length of my genitalia. "I've tasted your blood, Bella, and I'm glad I don't have to choose between these two." He licked me again. Then he laughed. "I can't drain you of this I think."

I laughed too. "Feel free to try." I teased and then went back to tasting him. It seemed to be all me. Where had all that hot gone? Didn't some of it stay here? His efforts increased in urgency as mine did. I was soon choking on him to keep from screaming as he flicked his tongue over and in me. Again the cold was soothing and startling, taking the sensation to greater depths. I wanted to taste him. I could hold on. I could hold out. He slipped from my lips as screams did escape me and the shuddering of a third monumental orgasm tore through me. He didn't stop licking me. My hips had sagged in his hands, but he didn't stop until my shakes subsided.

Then he did something else I didn't expect. He lifted me by the neck and turned me to sit on him. "Hold still," he told me. He slid easily into me and my eyes went wide. He did the same, but erupted again in me. I gasped and arched feeling the throb and the fire again. My body shook with pleasure once more and I collapsed to his chest.

He slid down the bed a little to make me more comfortable. I wasn't moving now for anything less than an actual fire.

"Sleep now, Mrs. Cullen." And I did.