I will always look back fondly on that night, not because it was the first time I was with Edward, but that we shared something that was beautiful and uniquely human.
Our wedding was over and he led me up to his room at the top of the stairs with the wall of windows and the huge bed with the wrought iron roses. I'd been waiting for this since I met him and strangely, I was a bundle of nervousness as I stood at the foot of the bed, my bottom lip clenched tightly between my teeth.
"Bella," he whispered against my ear, "we don't have to do this tonight. You're tired. Perhaps we could try in the morning, after you've slept."
I turned towards him as I rolled my eyes.
"No. You promised and I can't wait any longer."
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his hard lips. He held me against him with his hands on my waist. Our lips slid against each other's and I had to remind myself to breathe. It was like this every time I kissed him; the chill of him literally took my breath away. He opened his mouth to me and sucked my tongue inside his mouth and I gasped, sending much needed air into my lungs. I moaned into him and he chuckled at my response.
There hadn't been many times when he let himself lose control like this, and part of my wanted him to take me quickly, to make all the pent up sexual energy disappear in a heartbeat. What an ironic phrase. If things went the way I had wanted for months, my hear would no longer beat. I quickly dismissed that thought and went back to kissing Edward.
My legs hit the back of the bed and I hadn't even known that we'd been moving. Too slowly, he lowered me onto the bed and slid his hard body along mine, sending shivers along my skin which were as a result of the delightful friction of our bodies and not the fact that he was cold as ice. He carefully rested his full weight on top of me and I held him tight, not wanting to let him pull back and leave. One of my legs wrapped around his waist and he hissed into my mouth.
"Bella…"
He pulled back and met my eyes; his own were dark, the color indescribable in both its beauty and depth. I'd never seen them like that before, and I was thrilled at his reaction.
"Please. Now. I can't wait any longer." There was a strange desperation in my voice.
I sat up and reached back to tug at the zipper but he stopped me.
"Let me," he said and pulled me up onto my feet and I stood before him.
He walked behind me, his mouth grazing the skin of my neck, then my shoulders. His cool breath made my head spin. I gasped as his fingers went to the zipper and pulled it down. My eyes closed as he spread the fabric over my shoulders and let it fall down my arms and passed my fingers. I wanted to cover myself with my hands, but they were wrapped in his and his chest was against my back. He reached up and grazed his fingers against my breasts for the first time and the nipples tightened against the coolness of him.
"Oh," I gasped, tilting my head back as he massaged my breasts.
My heart fluttered as his mouth went to my ear and his tongue slipped inside, exploring the shell before going down my neck again. He paused at the pulse point and I felt him stiffen behind me. He was battling with himself as his desire to have me sexually waged war on his desire to have my blood.
I was willing to give him both anytime he wanted them.