Smut University 2013
Homework #2
Write a first sex scene between two people who have been waiting for this to happen for a long time for whatever reason.
I watch him walk around the room, lighting candles as he goes. The nerves bubble in my stomach, but they won't change my decision. I know this is right—that he's right.
Edward and I have been together for two years, since the beginning of our senior year of high school. We came from a sleepy little town about four hours from here. We were the epitome of the popular couple in high school—the star quarterback and the head cheerleader.
I'm pretty sure that everyone thought we were sleeping together after the first week, but that's just not us. Maybe that's why we are so perfect for each other. Neither of us takes the gift of our virginity for granted, which is why we chose to wait even after we moved to college together.
Once the candles are lit, he turns off the lights. I bite my lip in anticipation.
Sure, after a year of dating, we could have jumped right into bed together once we had the freedom of college to do so. But even knowing how much I loved Edward a year ago, we still weren't sure. When you come from a town of only three thousand people, how do you know you've met "the one" if you haven't explored other options?
Not that either of us were interested in dating other people. It was more of a mutual agreement that we needed to see a little more of what life had to offer.
Two days ago, everything changed.
"Bella, I want you to move in with me next year," Edward stated.
I looked at him, somewhat shocked because we'd never discussed it before.
"I know we agreed to see what life had to offer before we made any big decisions, but I know. I know I want you with me. I know that you're it for me. And I know that nothing out there is good enough when you're not by my side."
My mind reeled at his declaration, but I took in his words carefully. Was I ready to commit to him like that? Two years may seem like a long time to some, but how can you be so sure when you're only nineteen?
I took a moment to think about my life with Edward, all the joy he brought me and how he cared for me and protected me. Then, I imagined my life without him.
I immediately knew the answer. I wouldn't be able to live without him. Like he said, everything was better when I shared it with him.
"Okay," I responded after my moment of stunned silence.
"Okay?" he confirmed, a look of surprise on his face.
"Yes, Edward. I want to live with you," I told him. "And … I'm ready."
He searched my eyes, looking for any shred of doubt on my part, but he didn't find any.
A smile bloomed across his face as he leaned in closer to me. "I'm ready, too, baby." His hand cupped my face as he kissed me gently.
Edward steps out of the room, and I take a few deep breaths to calm my body. My heart is racing, but it's in need, not fear. I know he's my forever.
When he reenters the bedroom, I see a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hands. I smile at the gesture. It may be cliché, but this night is as important to him as it is to me. He's doing everything he can to make it special, and I know he'll do his best to minimize my pain.
Sitting on the end of the bed with my hands folded in my lap, I watch him set the bottle and glasses down on the bedside table. He returns to me once the scene is completely set.
Edward cups my cheek, pushing some of my long hair out of my face. I lean in to his touch, savoring his caring nature.
"Are you sure, baby?" he whispers. "I'd wait forever for you."
"I know, Edward," I say, smiling shyly at him. "But I'm sure."
He leans down and captures my lips in a searing kiss, which I return with equal intensity, threading my fingers through his hair. His lips know just how to drive me wild, whether they're matching my own or roaming elsewhere on my body.
He pulls back from the kiss before it can go too far, and I'm slightly disappointed.
When he sees the disappointment in my eyes, he's quick to reassure me. "There's something I need to say to you first," he starts softly. He takes one of my hands and holds it between both of his.
With a sigh, he starts speaking again. "I think I've loved you since the first day I met you, when you sat down next to me in Biology on your first day at Forks High. You were so different from all the other girls, shy and quiet, but passionate about the things you believed in. When we started dating, I was so happy that we shared the same values. We kept each other grounded, yet when we're together, we're able to fly.
"Bella, I want you by my side for the rest of my life. I want to grow old with you, have children, spoil grandchildren, and share in everything that life brings us, both the good and the bad."
Dropping down to one knee, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little black box. Tears flow unchecked down my cheeks as I realize that Edward is proposing to me—that even though we've agreed to move our physical relationship forward, Edward wants to commit himself to me first.
He opens the box and looks at me. "Will you marry me?"
I smile through my tears and nod until I can finally get the word out. "Yes!" I laugh out loud. "Yes, Edward. I'll marry you."
He slips the ring on my finger and looks up to me with watery eyes. I drop down to the floor to meet him. "You've just made me the happiest man alive," he tells me before kissing me passionately.
We stay on our knees, kissing, loving each other for a few minutes until Edward laughs. "The champagne was to celebrate," he tells me.
"Forget the champagne," I respond, unable to wait any longer. I stand up and offer him my hand. "I want you to make love to me."
He takes my hand and stands. "It will be my pleasure."
Edward leads me to the bed and we settle on our sides in the middle of it, embracing, kissing and loving as we usually do. His hand roams my back before gently slipping under my shirt and setting fire to my skin with his touch.
He drags my shirt up as his hand moves to my shoulder, and I squirm around until I rid myself of the garment. With his gentle touch, Edward pushes me onto my back and kisses down my neck and across my collarbone as he straddles my waist.
We've touched like this before, and as much as I love it, tonight I'm ready for more.
My hands find the edge of his T-shirt and lift it. He sits up only long enough for me to pull it over his head, returning immediately to peppering my upper body with open mouth kisses.
I moan when he reaches one of my sensitive breasts, pulling the cup of my bra down to lick and suck on my nipple. My hands explore his defined chest and abdomen, drifting lower to open the button of his jeans.
When he pinches my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I grab his waist and squeeze in appreciation as waves of pleasure spread throughout my body. With my palm against his skin, I can feel the cool metal of his ring on my finger, reminding me that we will have the rest of our lives together.
I go back to fumbling with the opening of his pants, growling in frustration when I can't remove them because of his position over me. "Edward, please," I beg him.
He chuckles but moves to the side, removing the rest of his clothing before lying down next to me and running his hand up and down my body. When I look over at him, I see the love and adoration in his eyes.
"You're so beautiful," he tells me. "Every part of you." Leaning over, he kisses my lips again. I feel the excitement spreading through my body.
His fingers dance over my stomach as we continue to kiss, our tongues mingling together then retreating, lips soft but demanding. He expertly opens my jeans, and I lift my hips to allow him to remove them and my underwear.
He drags his fingertips up my leg as he returns to my side, and a fresh wave of arousal seeps from my core. He plays in the soft curls above my sex for a moment before slipping his fingers lower.
"Mmm," he hums. "So wet for me, baby."
"Yes," I say breathily.
One finger pushes inside of me, and I feel my walls tighten around it. I gasp into his mouth at the sensation, feeling like I'm teetering on the edge of an orgasm just from his foreplay. He pumps in and out lazily before adding a second finger.
"Oh, God," I whimper, enjoying the delicious stretch.
His thumb circles my sensitive bundle of nerves as he adds a third finger, and I toss my head back with a moan.
"I want you to come for me, Bella," he whispers, and then I do just that.
Waves of euphoria crash over me as my lower body lifts from the bed. I scream out his name as I give in to the pleasure.
When I come down from my high, he gently removes his fingers from my body and lets his hand roam my body again.
"Are you ready?" he asks quietly.
"Yes," I tell him firmly, never more sure of anything in my life. "Please make love to me."
Edward reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a foil packet. He tears it open and then quickly rolls the condom on his length.
I'm still breathing heavily from my orgasm when he moves on top of me, spreading my legs with his hips. I can feel his hardness pressed against me as the rest of our skin connects. He kisses me deeply while positioning himself at my entrance.
Pulling back, he looks into my eyes. "I love you," he says as he begins to slip inside.
"I love you, too," I respond, focusing on his handsome face instead of the burn in my core.
"Tell me if it's too much."
I nod, and he inches back before pushing forward a little more. I know he's trying to be gentle, but I'm ready for the difficult part to be over. "Please, Edward," I implore, lifting my hips a bit to let him know what I want.
He leans down and kisses me again, forcing my focus on how our mouths mold together. With a swift move, he buries himself fully inside of me. I gasp at the sudden sting, but wrap my legs around him to keep him from moving away.
His kisses move to my jaw and neck to allow me time to adjust before he sucks on the sensitive spot behind my ear that drives me wild. More lust and need flows through me as the pain slowly subsides.
I drop my legs from his waist to let him know that I'm ready for more. He continues to kiss my neck as he slowly pumps in and out. My hips begin to meet his thrusts as the familiar tingle starts low in my belly.
My hands roam his back and down to his ass, squeezing as I spur him on to move faster.
"Oh God, baby. So good," Edward mutters.
I can tell he's trying to hold back, but that's not what I want. This night is about him just as much as it's about me. "Let go, Edward," I whisper. "I want to feel you."
He lets out a strangled cry as I watch his face morph in pleasure. His brow furrows and his mouth opens, but his eyes never leave mine. He pumps a few more times before stilling deep inside of me.
When I draw him down for a kiss, he drops the rest of his weight on me. It feels wonderful to be so surrounded by him. I feel as if I'm drowning in my love for him.
He lowers his head into the nook of my shoulder with a sigh while his arms move under my back to hold me tighter. I scrape my fingernails up and down his back in a soothing manner.
"I can't wait to marry you," he says, planting a kiss on my neck.
"Neither can I," I respond. "Now, how about that champagne?"