'Twilight Titillation'

Author Note

Set on a random night at the Cullen's house. Bella and Edward find themselves home alone. Unlike the disappointing 'leg hitch that went nowhere' scene, this evening goes much, much better for young (horny) Bella. In this story, I'm obviously borrowing the lovely Stephenie Meyer's characters and world (of course).

Chapter One

Bella's perspective…

His bronze hair was darker in the dim light of his house but his eyes were sparkly and eager. Butterscotch. Yum. He held my hand as we walked to the amazing library and ghosted kisses on my knuckles every so often. The huge worn chesterfield leather lounge dominated the room that was lit, like most of this wing of the house, by antique lamps. Books lined all of the walls, giving the room a close, intimate and quiet feel. The carpets were thick pile and golden and caressed my feet as I walked across it.

I nestled into the corner of the couch, cross-legged under my three quarter length skirt, something that Alice had insisted I wear tonight for some reason in a text sent before she went hunting. I had a slight anxiety buzz and fluttery stomach wondering what we were going to do now. After all, there was no TV in this room, we were both well fed after a hearty dinner – me, a dinner of frittata and salad, - Edward, a young buck earlier in the day and well there was the most important detail I could hardly believe... we were alone.

Edward sat close, facing me. He smiled as he gently tucked my hair behind my ear. Without something to occupy my hands with and to stop from launching myself onto this perfect creature, I nervously reached for a book that was face down and open on the floor near the couch. As I flipped it up I realized it was very old and written in a language I had never seen before, maybe Romanian? Whatever it was, I didn't understand a word of it. "Are you reading this? It looks good. What's it about?" Oh great, nervous chatter, just what I needed.

The book slipped easily from my hands as he took it from me and placed it on the side table behind the couch. As I looked back to him, mind churning with another mundane question among the other thousand excited and hopeful feelings boiling to the front of my brain, I realised he was leaning into me and was very close. My breathing hitched a little and I felt my ears get hot and pulse race ahead in anticipation. Placing one hand on my knee, Edward gently brushed his other hand across my cheek and tucked my hair behind my other ear before resting his palm on the side of my neck. His hands were cool and strong.

I leaned forward, my hands resting on his chest as he brought me closer to him as he had reached into my hair to cradle the back of my head.

His buttery eyes held my murky brown ones and seemed to be asking silently if this was okay. I responded by gently pulling on his t-shirt. That seemed to be all the affirmation he needed, the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, his tongue gently probing my mouth, slowly, lightly and my head was spinning. Wow, this man could really kiss! His breath was sweet and cool and his kiss constant and smooth.

Both of his hands were in my hair now – how did he know that was one of the sexiest things he could do to me? My hands were still on his chest, his t-shirt soft and yielding. I moved one of my hands up to gently trace from his collarbone to nape and paused at his neck. No heartbeat of course. Meanwhile, mine raced onwards in a mad and excited beat.

He held my bottom lip between his smooth lips for a brief moment, flashed his eyes open at me (had I been staring at him this whole time?) and then he grinned cheekily – god knows what he saw on my face - probably the shocked and delighted face of a girl who could not believe her luck. I closed my eyes and he resumed kissing me, softly and deliciously, exactly how I liked to be kissed, our tongues gently moving across each other and lips soft and sweet.

He shocked me by planting a peck on the tip of my nose and then on each of my cheeks before using his hands that were now firmly woven into my hair to tilt my head back and he began to kiss down my jaw line to my collarbone. He tilted my head wherever he felt like it and I obeyed as easily as dough, revelling in the soft moist kisses he was leaving all over my neck and collarbones, jaw and face. My own hands were gently tracing the strong forearms that held my head captive and then when I felt him gently sucking on my neck, just where it meets shoulder, a cold shiver ran through me and my hands went back to his t-shirt to pull him closer to me.

One of his hands left my hair and travelled down my back, his palm flat against the small of my back just edging under my shirt onto my skin, the cool pressure of his hand gently pulling me forward. I broke away and leaned back to uncross my legs, momentarily getting a breath and wondering how long my legs had been asleep under me, when he literally pulled me on top of him as he suddenly reclined onto the couch, his hand reaching further underneath my shirt up my back, his other hand tracing down from my neck down my side until he was holding me tight just under my rear at the top of my thigh, crushing me to him in all the right places. My hands were planted on the couch cushions on either side of him.

His lips travelled towards my ear and muttered something so quickly and quietly I didn't understand what he said. Not that I cared, he could have said anything and I would have agreed. I gasped as he started to lick up and down my neck, his right hand still within my shirt sliding around to the front of my bra and cupping my breast in a firm massaging embrace. I tried to move to the side of the couch to free one of my hands to do some exploring of my own but still keep my weight off of him when his mouth returned to mine, this time with more pressure and with both of us breathing a lot quicker and shallower.

In a quick move that showed me the strength and speed he had to hide away from other humans, he slipped out from beneath me and easily, as if I weighed nothing at all, rolled me beneath him. All of a sudden I was in his place, on my back on the couch with Edward hovering over me. I blinked a couple of times in shock and then looked into his eyes which were dilated and looking at me with such desire I thought I would blush myself to death. He brushed the hair from my face, smiled like a cat that got not only the canary but the cream too and dipped down to kiss the hollow at the base of my neck.

"Bella," he murmured. It was the first thing he'd said since this epically hot make out session started (at least that he meant for me to hear) and it stirred something in my stomach, in a deep, warm place.

"Yes," I said, between gasps.

"Am I doing anything you don't want me to do?" he asked, the tension roiling under every word.

"No. I.. I want more Edward. Please," I whispered. Silently, I was begging for him to continue along the same vein he had started since we sat on the couch.

"You know I can't resist it when you say please," Edward's eyes were burning into mine, a look I couldn't place on his face. Was this it? Was I going to finally get something I had wanted from Edward for a VERY long time? I couldn't hide the hope that suddenly shone on face or the extra fast splutter that my heart made as it raced ahead.

He lowered the rest of himself onto me, kissing me deeply. I reached into his hair and held him close as I hooked my leg around and felt him hard against my inside thigh. His hand reached down and he gripped me behind my knee to hitch my leg higher, our bodies pinned against each other. Incredibly hot. Incredibly surreal. Incredibly sexy.

I really needed to do something about these clothes.

*Will publish Chapter Two next week.