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9. First Time

The kiss turned more heated as soon my body was flush to his. He pulled me up, pulled me high, so I wrapped my legs up around his hips, slightly afraid of what I knew was beneath me. I was glad of the water obscuring anything below his belly-button, if I could actually see it, measure its size, I'd be frightened. It'd be like looking at the size of a dagger before you plunge it into your stomach, or watch the length of the needle of your flu shot.

I didn't want to be scared. It was Edward. I wanted to give him everything.

It was easy to know how much I wanted this; it surged inside me with every heartbeat. I wanted him, all of him, and he was mine. I was his; I wanted him to make me mine. I was being silly, it wouldn't hurt much, and I could heal it soon after. I was sure many girls wished they had that ability.

As I thought my aggressive kisses slowed, my tongue stroking rather than battling. The hands that had gripped his back moved to his hair, running through the soft wet tousles of his hair.

I opened my eyes, watching his golden ones. He seemed to guess why I slowed, the reason behind my hesitance. "You don't have to do this," he said softly. Okay, he guessed wrong.

"No," I agreed, "I don't have to, but I want to. I want you Edward."

He growled at my words, pulling me closer and bringing his lips to my neck. The sound, his touch, sent amazing vibrations through me, burned the best way possible.

I knew I was ready, and when I eased my hold just a little, to move down, I felt he was more than ready. He groaned at the touch, as slight as it was. I could feel the tension in him with my gift, the almost pain in his lower regions.

I didn't want Edward in pain, so I moved my hands to grip his shoulders, holding as much of my weight with my arms. Edward's tension was building, his arms a hard cage around me, holding me aloft more than my legs or my arms.

He moved his lips from my collarbone, raising his head to look me in the eye, to watch me. His golden eyes shone with an amazing intensity. His arms moved, so I could move further out. I missed the contact of my chest pressed against his, of being able to feel the hard planes of his muscles.

I moved my hips back again, and down. Edward was a still as a statue, only his eyes moved, watching mine. His jaw was clenched; I knew it took all his strength to stay still.

I felt the cold tip of him against me, and shuddered. Edward's breath was coming out sharp, unnecessary as it was. I didn't need my gift to tell me how much he needed this right now.

"Are you ready?" I asked breathlessly, surprised by how much I needed him.

He nodded tensely.

"I love you," I whispered, readying myself.

"I love you," he whispered back.

Then I pulled myself to him, gritting my teeth. It stretched and burned a little, despite how cold he was. I had to close my eyes.

Edward moved one of his arms, easily able to support me with just one. His thumb brushed over my eyelids. "Bella, open your eyes," he whispered.

I opened them slowly. His face was so close; I leaned in, capturing his lips. He responded slowly, still very tense. He was worried about hurting me, giving me time to adjust. I moved slowly closer as I kissed him, trying not to show my pain if not hiding my discomfort. I didn't want to hide things from him.

Moving slowly like this I gradually felt the change as discomfort grew to warmth, a warmth that made my muscles want to clench around him, but he wasn't fully side, I knew that by the distance I held my body aloft. He was huge, long and thick. I'd be here for hours if I kept this pace.

I kissed Edward harder, moving my arms to wrap around his chest. I clenched my jaw, and took a deep breath, then pulled myself to him, hard and fast.

I couldn't hold back the choking gasp that came from my mouth. Edward hands immediately moved to my face, cupping it. "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, voice still strained. I could feel how his body reacting to mine.

I nodded, reassuring him. "Just... just give me a minute, please?" He nodded, kissing my forehead gently.

I had to close my eyes, using my gift in a place I certainly had never used before. I felt the broken hymen, the blood cells rushing out of it into the sea. It was a good thing we were in the water. I had taken Edward's thirst, not his taste for blood.

It was strange healing something so it wasn't like it was before. I healed it away, shivering at the cold/hot/shocking feeling down there. For a moment I thought it was the gift that felt good, but soon discovered the amazing pleasure/pain/heat was Edward inside of me.

I smiled widely, opening my eyes and attacking Edward. I kissed him furiously, pulling myself as close as possible. It was like we were one rather than two people. Edward responded just and animatedly, pulling me close and running his hands over my body, familiarizing himself. I did the same, pressing, stroking, and running my nails over Edward's rock hard flesh, listening to what he liked best with my gift.

"Bella," Edward growled, the sound thrilling me, "I can't hold one any longer."

"Then don't," I clenched my walls around him, feeling the tension leave him, his muscle convulsing, the electric pulses in the familiar centre of his brain. I clenched and unclenched around him throughout, letting him ride out his orgasm. His groans and moans filled me with happiness and satisfaction. I kissed along his jaw, waiting until he regained composure.

I pulled away from him gently, kissing down along his neck.

I didn't like the feeling after, the emptiness and throbbing and heat with nothing to satisfy it.

"Bella," Edward snarled. I looked up to see his eyes still hungry. He grabbed me, pulling me. I threw my arms around his neck, and by the time my lips were back on his there were sheets on my back and a pillow behind my head.

Edward kissed me, and I pulled myself as close to him as possible, arching my back. His erection pressed against my leg, I shouldn't have been surprised the vampire would be ready again so soon.

His kisses moved from my lips to my jaw, then ran down my neck. Then his lips moved south, and his hands moved from gripping my hips firmly to stroke painfully slowly up my side. I knew what he was doing before his hands reached my breasts, and I was already panting heavily. I gasped as his hands cupped my breasts. Tenderly he squeezed, my breath hitched and I writhed. His cool fingers set fire to my skin, his lips even worse. He pinched my nipples and I moaned, lifting my chest to meet his lips and he kissed along the base.

My hand moved from his back, where they had clenched and scratched, to his hair. When his tongue circled my nipple I had to pull him up, to my neglected lips. I crushed my body to his and he did the same, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I flipped us around, so I sat on top, legs to either side of his torso. I grinned down at him, my damp hair falling down to tickle his face. I kissed down on his chest, copying his previous actions, his groans and his body's responses spurred me on, until he yelled. "God, Bella, please."

I rose from his chest, holding myself over him. I removed my eyes from his strained face, from his tense muscles, from the splintering wood under his hands as he gripped the sides of the bed. I moved them down, to the tower under me. It was even bigger than I'd thought.

I lowered myself onto him, throbbing around his length. I moaned at the feeling, much better than before. He groaned, sending more heat between my legs. He felt very sturdy beneath me, as unmovable as a boulder.

I lifted myself back up, moaning at the friction. I rode him slowly, up smoothly and grinding down, listing to Edward's bodies needs. He kept up a string of groans and growls, my name thrown in every once in the while.

I felt a deep tension building inside me, different but somehow the same as his. Edward's eyes closed, and he rocked his head back and forth with my movements. I didn't close my eyes, enjoying the view of Edward's perfect body and his reactions.

The tension built inside my abdomen, growing so tight and hard I almost stopped. But I kept going. Edward was straining not to come; I could feel he was on the edge. He was waiting for me. I could feel myself on that ledge, hastening my pace.

Edward's hands were suddenly at my butt, squeezing. His eyes were open and full of the lust and heat I could feel inside him. "Belllaaaa," he groaned, lifting me up and plunging me down onto him.

"Edward," I yelled as I came, unravelling on top of him. My walls milked him, clenching and unclenching spasmodically as my nerves lit on fire and pleasure spread through my veins. Edward came seconds after, groaning and flipping my off of him, his face connecting with the headboard. I didn't register the cracking sound of the wood breaking off, too dazed and amazed by the feeling gradually wearing away from me.

His lips were back on mine before I'd fully gotten back from cloud nine. I gripped him even tighter than I had before, hitching my leg around his waist and pulling his hips to mine.

Edward supported his weight above me with one arm, his free hand roaming over my body, squeezing my breast, sliding down my waist and over my hip, gripping my thigh and spreading it out wide. I got the hint, opening my legs for him.

Edward ran his teeth very softly over my bottom lip, and then trailed kisses down to my belly button. It took my overwhelmed mind a second to realize what he was doing, why he kneeled near my ankles, his hands running up and down my thighs. When his lips continued south I realized and started to squirm.

Edward looked up, seeing my self-conscious panic. He grinned crookedly, heating my inside once again. The smile was so cocky, so sexy. "Bella, you've treated me twice this evening, I'm just evening up the scores."

I moved my hands to his hair, tugging his bronze locks. I didn't want him seeing there, it couldn't be pretty. He ignored me, continuing to me very aroused and wet entrance.

I gasped and panted as his lips touched my folds, so cold they made all my nerves down there tingle. His tongue flicked out and I convulsed, gasping and moaning as he repeated the motion. "Mm, Bella," he groaned, and I gasped at the vibrations that caused, "you taste amazing."

He moved his tongue around in a circle, and up and down, while I writhed and gasped and yelled and groaned and moaned. I could recognise the feeling of being close, the tightening of the muscles low in my abdomen, and the feeling of it spreading. Then Edward slipped a finger inside me, pumping, and I lost it. I screamed, gasping as the amazing pleasure spread through me, harder than before.

A few minutes later I could take in my surroundings. Edward was hovering above me, watching intently. I smiled so widely it hurt, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his shoulder. I moved back to kiss his pecks, and noticed that the broomstick was back.

I smirked at Edward. "I better take care of that," I purred, looking down at his crotch. It moved when I spoke about it, quivered.

I pushed against his chest, and Edward rolled away, lying onto his back. He brought his hands above his head, gripping the headboard.

I grinned at him again, crawling back.

I watched Edward's face rather than looking down. I was still a little intimidated by the size of him. I gripped my hand around his shaft, squeezing gently. He groaned loudly, his hips bucking forward. I leaned forward, licking the slit at the top of his head. He groaned even louder, throwing his head back. I licked it again before bringing the head into my mouth, running my tongue on the underside and gripping him harder with my hand. I ran my hand up and down his shaft as I sucked at his head, watching Edward's face contort into a million different expressions.

I pulled more of him into my mouth, rocking my head back and forth. I moaned at his taste, even better than his skin. Edward groaned my name at the vibration. I tried to pull even more of him into my mouth with each rock, eventually accepting I wouldn't be able to fit him all into my mouth. My gag-reflex was sensitive, I wondered if vampires had gag-reflexes.

Where I couldn't reach with my mouth I rubbed with my hand, the other moved to cup one of his balls. I switched often, feeling his body wanting both to be touched at the same time.

I brought the other hand from his shaft to the other, massaging both as I bobbed back and forth, scraping my teeth very lightly along the bottom. I groaned again, this time not from pleasure. It felt weird to run my teeth over his flesh, like I was doing it to stone, I didn't like putting stone near my teeth.

Edward didn't notice the difference, he was on the edge. I sucked harder, pulling as much of him in my mouth as possible.

"Bella," Edward snarled as he came into my mouth. I kept bobbing my head, knowing it made him come harder and longer.

When he was finished I pulled back, tasting his seed before swallowing. It was sweet and delicious, like no other food I could name.

I watched as Edward slowly came back into awareness. My love for him had only grown tonight; he only looked even more perfect.

"I love you," I said quietly.

Edward sat up; his golden eyes no longer hungry. They were filled with love, soft and gentle. "I love you more," he said, grinning as I rolled my eyes. He opened his arms, and offer.

I shook my head at him, smiling softly. "I need a glass of water."

I was a little unwilling to lose the taste of him from my mouth, but decided to drink after feeling the dryness in my throat.

I returned to Edward willingly, feeling a sudden bout of tiredness. All I saw was him, and crawled to him, snuggling into his chest, ignoring the bed. All that mattered was Edward, and our love for each other.

It took a lot of effort and embarrassment to write this chapter (the first time I've written a lemon), soI expect reviews for it. I'll update in a couple of days.