Wow, thanks so much for replying so quickly! Here's the completed version: Ask and ye shall recieve!
Despite the fact that this was what I'd wanted, now that I was going to have my way, I felt a little unsure of myself. When Edward ran his fingers through his wavy bronze hair, I realized that he was nervous, too, and it gave me the courage to start things moving, so to speak. I lifted my lips to his, but before I could reach them, Edward pulled away and looked at me sternly. "Bella, maybe I didn't make myself clear before. For this to work, I need to be in control. Totally."
"Right . . ." I still didn't get it.
"That means that everything that happens, I have to initiate. If you want us to do something, you can ask me, but I have to be the one that makes the decisions. That's the only way this is going to happen. Do you understand?"
I sighed. "I understand, Edward." I didn't like it, but I'd certainly take it. "So . . . can we kiss?"
He laughed and bent down to me. My breath rushed out in a whoosh as Edward pressed his lips to mine. It started out as a normal kiss, with just the barest of pressure; but then his mouth firmed and I could feel his tongue tracing my lips. I gasped, and Edward grabbed the opportunity to explore my mouth. He took his time, leisurely tasting, tracing my teeth, and stroking my palette and tongue. By this time, I was panting, but somehow I managed to keep from clutching him closer or pressing my body to his. However, I couldn't resist meeting his intrusion with enthusiasm. Edward allowed my warm tongue to dance with his icy one, but when I tried to explore further into his mouth, he pulled away and looked at me with bright excited eyes and a mock-severe expression. "Now Bella, I'm sorry, but anything that happens is going to have to be in your mouth. Razor-sharp venomous teeth, remember?" He couldn't keep from smirking as I blushed furiously. "Now . . . where were we?"
I was thrilled that Edward had decided not to stop as soon as I crossed that line, and I was careful to keep myself in check. Soon his lips left mine and began to trail kisses down my face and throat. When he reached my collarbone, he traced the curve and hollow with his tongue. I didn't even realize I had moaned until I heard the sound and felt Edward's lips curve against my skin. Then Edward skimmed his lips up my neck again, stopping just below my ear to press cool kisses against that sensitive spot. I shivered and Edward drew back.
"I'm sorry, you're getting cold."
He started to pull away from me but I grabbed him and quickly replied, "No Edward!" I felt my face flush and forced myself to tell him, "When I shiver from your touch . . . it's almost never because I'm cold."
Edward's marble forehead wrinkled as he thought this over, then smoothed when he realized what I meant. A wicked grin spread across his face. "In that case . . ."
He once again brought his mouth to my ear, this time nipping the upper curve with his lips. I was panting as if I'd been sprinting, but couldn't bring myself to care. His tongue flickered in for just one second, making me gasp. Then he moved to the lobe and, careful to cover his teeth with his lips, lightly sucked. I moaned loudly and once again, Edward drew away.
"What . . ." I started to ask, my mind hazy. Luckily Edward answered before I was forced to complete a coherent thought.
"I'm sorry love, you woke Charlie. He's about to come in—I'll be back as soon as he leaves." With that, he disappeared.
I rolled onto my side and desperately tried to slow my breathing before Charlie entered. I had more or less succeeded when the door opened. He peeked in and I made myself mumble so that he'd think I was just making noise in my sleep. This seemed to satisfy him and he left, gently closing the door behind him.
I stayed where I was just in case Charlie checked in again, and soon I felt the comforting touch of that cool marble arm around my waist. I tried to turn towards him, but he held me in place. "Shh, Bella," he whispered. "It's past midnight. You need to sleep." I started to protest, but he murmured, "Don't worry, we'll go further tomorrow. I think I've tested myself enough for one night. Sleep, my love." When he started to hum my lullaby, I knew I was lost and readily drifted into sleep.
A/N: Now, shall I include non-smutty events or should I just move on to the next night? Also, if anyone has any ideas for a better title, please let me know. This one sucks.
