Disclaimer: I do not own any Twilight characters and Twilight related credit goes to S. Meyers. The storyline and any original characters are mine.

Barren

Chapter Seven

I was back in the white room. This time I was standing, walking in slow circles. I walked up to one of the imposing walls that surrounded me, curiously pressing my finger against it. I was surprised to find that it was paper. I slowly pushed my entire body forward walking through it. On the other side was another room with paper walls. I heard the voice growl 'this is gonna happen' from the room I came from. However I felt no fear when I heard it. This time I walk confidently to the opposite wall and straight through. Then I broke into a sprint, flying through the paper thin walls again and again for what felt like an eternity. Suddenly I was through yet another wall and smashing into someone who caught me. Afraid, I tried to wrestle from them only to have their grip tighten. "Bella..." He whispered softly into my ear. My body immediately ceased struggling. Edward. I felt all the tension and anguish drop from me like a heavy coat. Now that I was no longer frightened I took in my surroundings. We were in a black room with black tile floors. The light in the room seem to be coming from around the edge of the room beneath the floor. I was of course naked but so was he. I didn't feel the shame I knew I should. Instead I felt desire, so intense that I threw myself at him. Dream Edward caught me easily and held me against him with his hands on my ass. My arms wound their way around his neck and I pressed my tongue through his willing lips. Our tongues rolled and stroked each other into a frenzy. I felt my body building without even having him in me. I gasped at the touch of one of his hands that trailed to the front of my body and down towards my sex. "Bella...give me a chance..." He begged, his fingers taunting me by stroking just around my opening. I whimpered, wanting him to release me. "Don't hurt me." I whispered, clinging to him as if I would fall if he didn't hold onto me. His eyes narrowed and his teeth grazed my bottom lip. "I can't promise that." I felt tears well up in my eyes. Of course he couldn't. I gently pushed myself away from his hold. "I know you'll make mistakes...and hurt-" He cut me off by clamping his hand over my mouth. "That's not what I meant and you know it. I will not hurt you like that Bella. I am not him..." Then he was on his knees before me, kissing a hot trail down between my breasts and stomach. He paused over where my womb was and reverently placed a kiss there. "I'll love you despite this too...you know that right?" I felt silent tears slide down my cheeks as I watched him trail lower...

Startled, I sat upright, waking up towaking the sound of my obnoxious alarm. I slammed my hand down to shut the fucker up. I was already forgetting my dream. Something about Edward...naked...kissing me in places I was dying to be kissed...damn I was forgetting the rest already. It really didn't matter though because today it was finally Friday. I invoked the help of Rosalie who would cover for me as to where I was staying. I did take a bottle of Renee's champagne, justifying in my teenage brain that I needed to be relaxed. I hid some cash in her drawer where she usually forgets that she leaves some. I was meeting Edward in front of Rosalie house late that evening. I'd leave my car there in case Charlie cruised by. I was anxious for today to finish already. It felt like days before five o'clock rolled around. I said my goodbyes to Renee and walked out with my overnight bag. My drive to Rose's house was quick and I parked the car behind Edward's waiting mustang. I ran to the passenger side and hopped in quickly. "Hurry let's get out of here." He grinned wickedly at me before tearing off down the street, my shout of joy echoing down the empty street.

Always the gentleman Edward held open the front door for me and I thanked him as I walked by. I set my overnight bag by the stairwell and pulled out the bottle of champagne. He took it to chill in the kitchen and I followed him. Esme had impeccable taste. The kitchen was done in a country chic design complete with a breakfast nook that was furnished with wicker furniture. Her white cupboards were glass front so you could see the collection of petite tea pots, the matching dinnerware, and the collection of mason jars used as cups. It was my dream kitchen and I reverently placed my hands on the white marble counters of the huge island. Edward invited me to sit on the mint colored bar stools while he finished cooking. I sat down and continued admiring the kitchen, practically drooling over the copper pans that hung above the island on a chrome pot rack. My eyes drew back down to Edward who was stirring something on the stove top with a pair of tongs. I smiled and momentarily fantasized that this was our home and Edward was surprising me after a long day with a meal. The only thing missing was he wasn't cooking shirtless... "Hungry Bella?" Without me realizing it he had moved and was standing in front of me, smirking. I yanked out of my daydream and hopped down to quickly get away from his gaze. "Very. Why don't I set the table?" I set about laying a beautiful lace tablecloth Edward pulled out for the large cherry wood table in the partially enclosed dining room. I walked around the house looking for a centerpiece (and to keep busy from thinking about shirtless cooking Edward) when I came across Esme's craft room. I found three different sized mason jars with lace wrapped around their center and I added several strands of twine around the middle into a pretty bow on each of them. I grabbed what looked like a perfect size burlap table runner. As I walked down the hallway I found a vase full of baby's breath that I snagged to fill my mason jars. Impressed with my luck I arranged the table runner and jars in the middle. I found several votive candles in the buffet next to the table and lit those before arranging them around the jars. Satisfied I set up the dinner plates, silverware, added mason jars full of ice water, and managed to find where they stores the wine glasses. I pulled out the cloth napkins at Edward's prompting from the buffet and added pretty burlap ring holders that had antique costume jewelry attached on the top. Satisfied I returned to the kitchen where Edward had poured spagetti into a large serving bowl and was currently cutting a loaf of garlic bread. I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He hummed happily as he plated the bread. "Ready?" He asked as he wiped his hands clean. I gave his cheek a kiss before moving to his side. "I will get the salad and bread. You get the spagetti?" I instructed before moving to the dining room. We laid our smorgasbord out and served ourselves. Edward complemented me on the table and I felt myself blush bright red in the dim glow of the room. Edward was a wonderful cook. We did very little talking during the meal and just enjoyed the taste. He pulled the bottle of champagne out and we finished off the bottle in time for dessert. My alcohol addled brain thought of some dirty dessert ideas and made me giggle to myself. Edward returned with a plate full of chocolate covered strawberries. I stared in awe at the beautifully designed dark and white chocolate treats. Several had different patterns, a few had white chocolate hearts, and some others were topped by a flower. They each were painstakingly decorated and had to take him forever to finish. Tears pricked my eyes as he muttered apologies that he couldn't get them to turn out better. I was out of my chair and in his arms in a flash, my lips crashing into his. He staggered a little but recovered immediately. After setting the plate down he wrapped his arms tight around me, pulling me close to his body. The alcohol was making me dizzy but the kiss was making me spiral. His tongue broke through my lips and swept across mine. I hungrily returned his fevor, my fingers clinging to his shoulders to steady myself. He broke the kiss long enough to whisper 'upstairs' before guiding me backwards to the stairway.

I stepped carefully up the steps, silently praying I didn't fall. Edward's lips were everywhere on my face and neck while we climbed. My whole body was on fire from his kisses by the time we reached the second floor. He swooped me up into his arms and carried me a few doors down the hall, his lips still moving against mine. We entered a room and he kicked the door shut. My head was fuzzy from the booze and pleasure. I felt my body being laid down atop a soft comforter. Edward followed me down and carefully held his body over mine. His fingers worked my tank top straps down my arms, pulling the top with it and exposing my black bra. My arms were pinned by the straps which made me incapable of touching Edward. He kissed from my jawline down my neck, across my collarbone to my shoulder. From there his nose ran a trail back across my collarbone and down to my left breast. Using his teeth he tugged down the bra just enough to expose my nipple. His nose skimmed my sensitive flesh, causing it to harden under his touch. Then he moved over to my right one, used his hand to tug the bra down out of the way, and drug my nipple into his mouth with his tongue. I was writhing beneath him, my body reacting in ways I had never felt before. I loved it. I moaned breathlessly when his tongue traced the underside of my breast. This was too much and we just started. Edward finally moved from atop of me and pulled me up to unhook my bra. He slowly removed the straps from my arms and tossed the bra aside. I raised my arms, indicating he should take off my tank top as well. He leaned in to tenderly kiss me as he rolled the shirt up my stomach and chest. His lips left mine long enough to get the offensive clothing off my body. His eyes never left mine as he grabbed my hips and lifted me onto his lap. I straddled him, half naked except my jean skirt, and relished in the hungry look his eyes had. My fingers worked their way under his shirt and removed it quickly. My eyes scanned his upper body, the Greek god muscles making me wet without touching them. His hands settled on the small of my back and in my hair. I tilted towards him willingly, sighing with contentment when my naked breasts laid against his naked flesh. My skin was eletric to his touch, jumping each time we rubbed and moved together. My mouth captured his in a primal kiss, trying to encourage him to stop teasing me. Once my hips rolled against him I felt his growl in his chest and he was moving his hand from my back down to the hem of my skirt. He slid his way up the outside of my thigh, hiking the scrap of fabric up around my waist, leaving my lower half exposed. He took a sharp intake of breath into my lips when he felt I was wearing nothing else. His fingers slowly made their way to the apex of my legs, my body arching itself towards his touch. His knuckles grazed the top of my sex, applying slight pressure against my clit. I whimpered into his bruised lips before he broke our kiss and pressed my hips into him again. His hand in my hair held me fast as his tongue ran hot paths up my neck to my earlobe where he took it into his mouth, all the while his knuckles teased me into a frenzy. I was going to explode if he didn't give me some reprieve. At last he slipped his middle finger in between the flesh of my sex. "You have to stop me if this hurts." He commanded. I nodded my head impatiently, wrapping my hands around his neck to anchor to him. Slowly, gently, his finger sunk into my flesh. It was heavenly. My whole body shuddered from pleasure. He held it still inside me, allowing me time to adjust. It wasn't even a few moments later I sighed 'more' into his ear, relaxing my legs and further opening myself to him. He groaned against my ear before nipping it and slid a second finger into me. It felt tighter but it was more enjoyable than painful. I pulled my hips back, rocking them in time against his thrusting hand. His thumb pressed small circular motions against my clit and it took only a few strokes to start build me towards my release. My head fell back, all thought lost to me as I just felt our movements and tried to reach my peak. Edward's breath was ragged as he watched me climb higher and higher, his thumb circling faster and faster. My hips were moving of their own accord. I was so close and my breathing was coming out in escalating moans. I was practically screaming for my release when Edward whispered "Look at me Bella." I raised my head to stare into his dark, stormy eyes. They watched me in awe, completely filled with desire for me. My vision tunneled, my entire focus on his eyes, and my body shook. Suddenly I was tingling from my toes to my head in sheer ectasy and crying out my release. Edward's fingers quickened within me and rode me through the waves. I thought I was going to pass out from the intense feeling that was slowly ebbing away. My hips frantic pace slowed to a gentle sway. My whole body sagged, spent. I tried to calm my breathing while my heart pounded against my rib cage like I ran a marathon.

Wow...just...wow. I laid my head in the crook of Edward's neck. His fingers left my satisfied skin and pulled me closer against him. We sat like this for several minutes while I enjoyed the post orgasm fullfillment. I felt his buldge brush my tender lips and I hissed from pain and bliss. "Bella...are you ready to..." He whispered into my hair. I lifted my head and smiled into his eyes before I nipped at his bottom lip. He slowly pushed me off his lap to stand. Walking past me to the doorway he flipped the lights off, leaving us in total darkness. I felt him move to stand before me. His lips nuzzled mine while he removed my skirt and I stood naked before him. The alcohol was hindering my embarrassment. I combed my fingers slowly through his hair as he knelt down to help me step out of the clothing, kissed across my lower abdomen, and traced a path down to kiss my inner thighs. "You are so beautiful..." He sighed as he ran his hands up my thighs. I was tingling and ready to go again to my surprise. His nose brushed the top of my sex. I jumped, startled that he was there. Before I could say anything his tongue timidly reached out and tasted my clit. Oh God...oh yes. Edward turned me so I could sit on the edge of the bed. He parted my legs and knelt between them. "Lay back Bella..." He instructed as he gently help lay me down. I felt like my stomach was doing somersaults in anticipation. I felt my toes curl as his tongue ran long, slow strokes between my folds. I was going to cum again soon if he kept this up. Then he rolled his tongue over my clit and I lost it. I moaned embarrassingly loud while I clung onto his hair to hold him fast. His arms came up under my thighs to lift them onto his shoulders. I was practically thrashing against the bed. Edward was sucking, licking, and nipping my clit as I was building towards my peak fast. Suddenly his mouth left my nub. "Bella...can I take you?" He panted, his fingers holding me locked in place. I nodded my head, desperate to find my release again. He let me go and ordered me to scoot up. I obliged by crawling up to the top of the bed and laid back.

I heard him tear the condom foil in the dark and put it on quickly. I felt the bed shift as he moved up to where I lay and sprawled out next to me. He reached out for me and pulled me over to straddle his hips. "Take your time Bella. Say stop when you need to." I whispered 'ok' before positioning myself over him. Slowly, achingly slow, I lowered myself and felt him spread me apart. I moaned silently as he filled me. I held my breath as I started to feel the discomfort of stretching that quickly escalated to hurting. Edward was groaning my name and clenching my hips impatiently but said nothing. Finally I settled completely atop of him. I bit my bottom lip as I stilled atop of him. It was so painful. I was sure I was going to tear. I thought after what happened before this wouldn't be an issue. Edward was breathing heavily beneath me. His fingers were digging into my flesh at my hips, as if restraining himself from moving. It took a long minute for me to adjust to him. Uncertainly I slowly rose up off his entire length and lowered myself back over him. It was still painful. My God was he really that big? He just moaned and held onto me for dear life. I know I was going torturously slow. This was going to take ages at this rate. I steeled my hands on his chest and closed my eyes as I began to rock against him. The pain ebbed and flowed with my movements. I felt his hands helping my movements by gradually quickening the pace. His breathing turned into soft groans of pleasure. Slowly the pain lessened until his hips started to rock back against mine. His movements were becoming rougher and harder. He moaned my name and mummered how tight I was. I was glad it was dark to hide my face and wince of pain. His hands slid up my body to my breasts so he could cup them and tease my nipples with his thumb pads. I increased my rocking, desperate to get him to cum. He slid his hands up to cup my face and bring it down for another searing kiss. The change in angle made it hurt like crazy but his wild kisses were distracting me. He whispered into my lips that he was close before he gripped my shoulders and drove into me. I think I cried out in pain but he must have taken it as pleasure because he continued to thrust up into me. His kisses turned into moaning breaths against my lips as he at last peaked and rammed into me one last time. My name came out in a primal cry as he came, his hips jerking with his release. Relieved, I lay still until he came down, slowly, from his high. Gently he slid out from inside me. I whimpered from the soreness and lay beside him. He was up in an instant, promising to be right back. He vanished down the hall for a few minutes and returned with a towel, some asprin, and a large glass of water. Gently, he cleaned me up while I took the pills and drank the whole glass as he ordered. After cleaning me up he pulled one of his white under shirts over my head, laid down next to me, covered us up, and pulled me up tight against him. "Sleep Bella...you need to rest alot for the next few days. I'm sorry I hurt you again..." I reached up and kissed his lips. "I love you and there is nothing to be sorry for. We just need to keep practicing...especially that tongue busines." He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. "Rest first then practice." With that I drifted off into a hazy sleep, listening to Edward hum a tune under my ear.

Hello again! Thank you for reading, following, and adding my story as a favorite! Are you like me and saying 'yay they fiinally had sex!' I'm sorry if you're disappointed about Bella's first time having real 'sex'. Whoever romanticized first time sex deserves to be shot. It hurts and it's messy. I'm not one to sugar coat things but trust me, practice makes it only get better and easier as you will read in future chapters. I don't know why a guy making a big meal for you is so sexy. Something about them slaving away over a stove makes you want to hop on a table and reward them. And if you have never been in a country style kitchen imagine the most invitng kitchen you could cook or eat in and that is it. They are big, warm, and full of love for food. I am a foodie if you haven't noticed.

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