It's here! Oh, lemony goodness for one and all! Thanks in large part to a nice, warm bath; some Pinot Noir and Anaїs Nin! Enjoy!
Monday night: after the wedding
EPOV
After we were so rudely interrupted, we walked back into the wedding reception to continue the celebration with our friends and family.
Considering the passionate moment I had just shared with Bella, the rest of the night's formalities – the cake cutting, the dancing, the drinking – all became unbearably tedious.
I didn't want to waste any more precious time going through the motions of this tired ritual. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister and I love Jasper, but I wanted to be alone with Bella. I wanted it so badly that my body was practically vibrating with my need.
And Bella seemed to be similarly disinterested. She took every possible moment to gaze at me, take my hand or kiss me covertly.
I was literally counting the minutes until Bella and I could leave the party, without being rude.
Until I remembered something: where were we going to go?
I didn't have a flat in London anymore; my lease came up in January and I hadn't bothered looking for another place because living with my parents required no rent – that was an offer that was hard to refuse.
I knew that Jasper and Alice would be staying at hotel room tonight, but I still couldn't bring myself to consider that as a viable option. It was too unseemly to me, lovers having a tryst in a hotel room – like some bad, American movie.
However, that may be our only chance of being alone for a night.
I excused myself for a moment and wandered to the men's room. I gazed at myself in the mirror, willing myself to pluck up the courage and ask Bella if she would accompany me to a hotel room for the night. How was I going to ask her that without making her feel cheap?
Perhaps I could say we both needed some time away from my parent's house? She certainly seemed to be feeling as overwhelmed by my lovely, yet overbearing parents as I was.
I could tell her I had booked the room weeks in advance and thought, perhaps, she wouldn't mind helping me not let the reservation go to waste.
I was pondering a plethora of other scenarios when Jasper found me deep in thought.
"What's up, mate? You look troubled." He came over and rested on the sink next to mine, giving me a concerned look.
I debated letting him in on my predicament, but decided he may have a solution I hadn't thought of.
"I need a place to stay tonight," I said, looking at him hopefully.
"You don't want to stay at your parent's house tonight?"
"I don't just mean me," I replied, giving him a meaningful look. "I mean me and Bella."
His eyes got wide as he turned to fully face me.
"You're sure? Isn't
this a tad fast? You've only been together for two days."
"Jas,
when did you know you loved Alice?"
He paused and considered the question. Suddenly, his eyes told me he understood what I was getting at.
"Exactly, you've loved her since the moment you saw her."
He nodded, looking down with a serene smile.
"I love Bella, Jas. I can't describe how much I love her. I feel like my heart's going to explode whenever I'm near her."
Jasper looked at me for a good, long moment and then smiled.
"And, you don't want to take her to a hotel room, right?"
I shook my head. He thought about this for a moment – then, he seemed to stumble upon a solution.
"My flat!"
"What?" I asked, looking at him incredulously.
"No one's going to be in my flat tonight. Alice and I will be in our hotel room."
I straightened fully and looked at him with an excited smile. I don't think I've ever loved him more than in this exact moment.
"That's brilliant, mate!"
Jasper reached in his pocket and pulled out his key ring; after some maneuvering, he pulled off the key to his flat and held it up in front of my face.
"Use it well, lad."
I gave him a smirk before snatching the key from him. Oh, I will, Jas; I will.
We both walked back into the party and were surprised to find Emmett dancing with a familiar blond: Rosalie.
"Guess they made things right," Jasper said.
"Looks like it," I said, diverting my attention to look for my Bella.
She was on the dance floor with Alice, both twirling and writhing to some contemporary hip-hop song. I paused to thank God for Kanye West.
I moved through the crowd of enthusiastic dancers to sneak up behind my love. She had her arms above her head, and I gently grasped her wrists, guiding her arms down to wrap around her body and bring her backside close to me.
She raised her face to me, brushing her lips under my jaw before resuming her semi-provocative gyrating. We stayed like that until the song was over; the DJ let the playlist continue with a nice, slow, sexy number: "Glory Box" by Portishead – a favorite group of mine.
Bella turned to face me, moving her arms to my neck in the process. She closed her eyes and allowed the music to take her over, swaying gently to the rhythm. After a while, she leaned her head into my chest and I pulled her in tightly; we weren't really dancing anymore so much as holding each other as the soothing melody washed over the both of us.
By the time the song was over, I felt we were officially ready to leave.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked, lifting her chin with my finger.
"Sure," she said.
I walked her to the tent where her things were, and then led her to my car.
"Have your parents left yet?" She asked.
"No, but we're not going to my parents house."
She lifted her head from its resting place on my shoulder to look at me.
"Where are we going?"
"Jasper's."
She looked confused.
"Why?"
"Do you want to go back to my parent's house? Alice won't be there. And, besides, I thought we could use some time away."
She thought about this for a moment. She looked back to me with a shy smile.
"I don't want to go back to your parent's house," she admitted.
"Well, it's settled then."
She smiled as her head resumed its vacated position on my shoulder.
Jasper's
BPOV
At first, I couldn't believe what I was hearing: Edward wanted to take me to an empty apartment, far away from his parents and every other distraction that has plagued us for the past two days.
It was too good to be true. It had to be.
Now, here we are: in a lift, traveling up to the fifth floor – Jasper's empty flat. I was too nervous to look up at Edward's face, though I could feel his eyes burning holes in the top of my head.
This was really going to happen – with Edward. It took every ounce of strength to keep my breathing under control.
I looked down to where our hands were entwined: his thumb was rubbing small, slow circles on my palm; I never thought something so simple could be so erotic.
I tilted my face more towards his shoulder – this was the longest elevator ride ever!
We reached the floor and Edward pulled me towards room 514. My heart was pounding in my ears as Edward unlocked the door and led me inside.
I walked into Jasper's neat, little flat while Edward locked the door and turned to me. I just stood there, in the middle of the small kitchen, with my back to him. I wasn't sure how to proceed from here, so I decided to let him take the lead.
His arms wrapped around me as his lips found their way to my ear, "What are you thinking about right now?"
My mind couldn't form coherent thoughts at the moment, so I simply whispered, "nothing."
He chuckled, "I'm not sure I believe you."
He kissed from my ear down my neck in a slow, agonizing descent. Once he reached my shoulder, he moved back up my neck until he hit a spot just behind my ear that made my knees go weak. I lost my balance, but his arms kept me upright as he asked, "what's wrong love?"
I turned to him, "I think you found my weak spot."
He grinned evilly, "I'll remember that."
He pulled me to him again and placed his forehead to mine, looking into my eyes. He gently rubbed his nose back and forth against mine in an Eskimo kiss, making me giggle. He chuckled at my reaction before tilting his head to kiss me properly. It was gentle at first, but became more urgent by the second.
His hands held my face as if they never wanted to let go – mine held on to his shirt for dear life.
The tension was becoming too intense – we needed to find our way to Jasper's bedroom before we decided to simply consummate everything here on the kitchen floor.
As if he had heard my thoughts, Edward broke our kiss to lift me, bridal style, and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and we resumed our kissing. His hands found their way down my legs and slipped under the hem of my dress.
He caressed my right thigh before running his fingers upward, carrying the bottom half of my dress with them. One finger slipped under the bottom of my panties – I gasped and opened my eyes to find him looking at me. His eyes held a look I had never seen on a man's face before: love.
My hands tangled themselves in his hair as I pulled his lips back to mine. His left hand moved around to my lower back and lifted my body towards his. As my pelvis made contact with his, I felt every inch of what was waiting for me once we rid ourselves of the oppression of clothing. I moaned into his lips and felt him smile in response.
I reached down to his belt buckle, fumbling hopelessly as I tried to remove the garment.
"Here," he smiled. "Let me help you."
He removed his belt and proceeded to unbutton and unzip his pants. He turned away from me and moved to the edge of the bed to remove his pants and kick off his shoes. Not wanting to be away from him for a second, I rose to my knees and crawled towards him as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"No!" I cried. "Let me do it."
He turned to me once more and I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing the soft skin of his chest as it was exposed to me. Once I ran out of buttons, I slid my hands to up to his shoulders and pushed the shirt off of him. He shrugged out of it and crawled back to me, pushing his left leg between my thighs as he stared down at me.
"Wait a minute," he said. "I'm almost completely naked, and yet you're still fully clothed."
I grinned at him, "I guess I'm just that good."
He smiled and leaned back in to kiss me as his hands pushed the hem of my dress up to the bottom of my bust line. I pulled myself off of the bed enough to let him take the dress completely off of me.
Once he had thrown the dress to the floor, I lay back against the pillows and waited for him to continue his attack on my lips. But he sat there, looking at me.
"What?"
"You're even more beautiful that I pictured in my dreams," he said.
I started to rise back up to meet him once more, but he stopped me.
"No, just let me look at you for a moment longer."
I complied with a blush – I wasn't use to men telling me I was beautiful.
Once Edward had got his fill of staring at me, he lifted my legs to pull the blankets on the bed back and then threw them over us. His hands wandered from the inside of my knees upward, pushing my legs apart so he could position himself between them. Once there, he moved his face to within an inch of mine, teasing me for a moment. I wasn't having any of it – I grabbed his hair and pulled his face back to mine. He laughed against my lips as his hands found their way to my panties again.
I was just about to drown completely in his kisses when I felt his right hand slip down into the front of my panties. His index finger stopped at my clit and I thought I was going to lose it right there. He gently rubbed the small, vulnerable piece of flesh for a moment before continuing down to slid one finger inside of me.
It was a strange feeling at first. But the strangeness melted into pleasure has he pulled the finger in and out, gaining speed as he elicited a response from me. He had found something that could distract me from his kisses – remarkable!
Just when I wasn't sure it could get any better, a second finger joined the first. There was some discomfort at first, but when combined with Edward's kisses and his continued – nearly expert – manipulation of my clit, I was close to finding release.
I was trembling and the pressure was building in my lower belly. I was about to cum, or I was about to combust. Either way, the feeling was completely foreign to me.
Edward pulled my forehead to his again.
"Look at me," he said.
I opened my eyes to find his smoldering, Emerald orbs filled with such passion it made me want to cry. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to keep my eyes open for too much longer; my orgasm shook me from my core. I closed my eyes and screamed, "Oh, Edward!"
He slowed the movement of my fingers as I descended from my climax; he pulled away once he was sure I was satiated.
"That was incredible," I panted, pulling his face back in for a kiss.
My hands traveled down his back until they cupped around his ass. I pulled his need down in to me as my hips rose to meet his.
He gasped.
"Bella!"
I moaned.
"Edward, I need you."
I began slowly grinding my hips into him, slipping my fingers under the waistband of his boxers.
He groaned and pulled away – I thought he meant to refuse me, but instead he pulled my panties off. He then turned again to the edge of the bed and took off his boxers. My breath caught in my throat for a moment.
He reached for Jasper's nightstand and opened the top drawer.
"Please have one," he whispered, rifling through Jasper's belongings.
"Yes!" He exclaimed, brandishing a condom.
He tore the package open with his teeth and unrolled the condom over his penis. It wasn't until that moment that I really noticed the size of him.
I may not have any experience, but I do know that most guys are about 4 to 5 inchesb, fully erect (it's amazing what facts you can discover when you and your coworker are bored) Edward was definitely more than 5 inches. If I had to guess, 8 or 9 – at least; I started to get nervous.
He turned back to me and positioned himself above me once more. He looked into my eyes as I tried to mask my unease. I don't think I did a very good job.
"What is it, Love?" He took my face in his hands.
"Nothing; just first time jitters, I guess."
"We don't have to go any further if you don't want to."
I freaked.
"No! I want to! It's just, I'm nervous about the pain. But, I know that's something I'm going to have to deal with sooner or later, right?"
He still looked cautious.
"You're sure you want to go on?"
I reached up and kissed him as hard as I could – I even attempted to ram my tongue down his throat, hoping that fully got my point across.
He positioned the tip of his penis at my entrance, and I moaned as he slowly slid into me. He paused when he felt that virginal barrier; but he eventually pushed past it.
He stopped once more to give me some time to adjust. Damn, that did hurt like hell. But, at least I knew that everything from here was purely pleasure.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, don't stop," I moaned, raising my hips to his to show I wanted more.
He slowly began to move within me – long, sinuous strokes that were starting to make me go insane. I needed more.
"Faster, Edward."
"Patience, Love," he whispered. "I want this to last."
He continued at his pace for a few more moments until I could feel he couldn't contain himself anymore, either.
He buried his head in my neck as his pace quickened. My fingers grasped and clawed at his back as I began to tremble once more – I was getting close.
My moans got louder as his hips moved even faster; that wonderful pressure finding its way to my body for the second time tonight.
"EDWARD!!"
EPOV
Part of my wanted to feel repulsed that I was selfish enough to take Bella's virginity. I almost didn't feel worthy of that privilege.
But, she was adamant that I be the one, and who am I to begrudge the most beautiful woman in the world that wish?
One thing that worried me even more was this burden I carried – some guys call it a blessing, but I am still not convinced: fully erect, I can get to be about 9 inches.
I know that sounds impressive – but to a virgin, that just sounds painful.
As soon as I had entered Bella and met with that resistance that confirmed I was the first man to ever be this close to her (a fact that made my heart soar), my first instinct was to pull back.
How can I willing hurt the woman I love?
But, Bella did make a good point: she would have to get used to it eventually. I mean, I wanted to make love to her more than anything in this world; and I knew she felt the same.
I was caught in a quandary. That is, until Bella reached up and kissed me like a woman possessed.
And when she moaned and writhed in response, it was almost too much for me to handle. I held on to her with all my might and moved inside of her with abandon.
Once I felt her walls contracting around me – signally she was close – I reached down and rubbed her clit, making she her release was everything she had ever hoped it would be.
I, however, required no added stimulation. As soon as she came, I fell over the edge immediately after. God, she would be the death of me.
We lay there in the afterglow of our love-making: sweaty, panting and completely in love.
I looked to where she lay beside me and realized never wanted to face another day without her. I had a decision to make.
Sorry guys, this would have been up sooner, but my internet was being uncooperative last night.