Chapter 14: Baby

Bella POV

With that, my hand drove into his hair, forcing my lips to crash against his.

His body stiffened slightly in surprise at my abrupt actions, but I would not relent. I had almost forgotten how amazing his lips were; so soft even with the rigidity present at that moment. His eyes remained open when our lips first met, and then slowly fluttered closed as his mouth began slowly moving against mine. This was not the heated and forceful type of kiss I had accustomed myself to in the last month with James. It was soft, gentle and filled with longing, but still not without some level of passion and as he relaxed into it, it caused my mind and body to soar.

All too soon, however, he pulled away and looked down at me with an indescribable mixture of emotions playing across his face. Though I was disappointed at the loss of contact, not one of those emotions appeared to be disgust. He brought his hand up to my cheek and gazed into my eyes. "Bella, are you sure you're alright?" he asked gently, his voice sounding more concerned than anything else.

I nodded slowly, never taking my eyes off his. I wanted nothing more than to reclaim his lips with mine, but his thumb running over my cheek slowly stopped me. "I'm fine, Edward. I just couldn't sleep, and I couldn't think of anywhere I would rather be than here with you. This is exactly where I want to be right now."

Our lips barely touched again once, when he opened his eyes again and gazed down at me. He seemed to be studying me like he was seeing me for the first time all over again, and I really couldn't make heads or tails of what was happening between us. He gently kissed my forehead, and I started to feel a little defeated. "Come here, I have something to show you."

I furrowed my brow as I watched him push up and climb over me off the bed, reaching down to take my hand. I rolled over and swung my legs over the side to stand with him, and we walked over toward his keyboard. I was a little confused at first, but then I noticed that the cover that had once hidden it from view was now gone. There was scattered sheet music surrounding it, a far different sight than I remembered seeing. He pulled me down to sit on the bench beside him, and I could feel the smile coming through. The one time I had watched him play before was the most beautiful image I had of him. The thought of hearing him play again filled me with anticipation, but at the same time, it worried me. "Edward? You realize what time it is? Aren't you afraid of waking someone up?"

Edward smirked slightly and shook his head. "Believe me, Bella. It is something that they are quite used to by now. Which is why my bedroom is on the second floor, all the way on this end of the house. Most of my playing is done at night. And," he added with a grin, "My family sleeps like the dead."

I sat down beside to him on the bench, and without another word, his fingers began moving over the keys. I stared in awe as he began playing something that had never left my memory. The melody he had been 'composing' the night of our pseudo date; but this time with far more ease and smoothness, and continued where I remembered it ending before. And I suddenly understood.

He finally finished it¸ I thought silently, but couldn't force myself to make any movement; even to smile. I was too enthralled with the melody and the movements of his fingers.

The piece gradually slowed to a stop, but not the same sudden cutoff I'd heard last time before his hands fell onto his lap. I hooked my arm around his bicep and slid my hand down to entwine with his, trying to find the words but nothing completely fitting came to mind. "That was so beautiful, Edward. I can't believe you finally finished it. Why didn't you tell me?"

I looked up at his face, but his eyes were still down. "I finished it tonight," he said softly and gave my hand a gentle squeeze before looking over to me. "For months, I just couldn't bring myself to work on it. Then I came back from Alaska and I fully intended on finishing it. But I couldn't. My inspiration was gone."

The look in his eyes was very hard for me to decipher. "Your inspiration?"

Edward nodded solemnly, looking down and taking a deep breath. "That song… is your song. I was writing it for you. And I've missed you so much over the last month that I just couldn't listen to it, let alone add to it. And it left my head anyway; until last Saturday. I laid there for hours just watching you sleep. And it started playing in my head again," he looked up at me with soft eyes, but ones that seemed to be permeating my very soul. "You are my inspiration, Bella."

The way he spoke was so much softer and heartfelt than I had ever heard before. I brought my hand to his cheek and stroked it gently with my thumb, looking into his eyes. For the first time ever, I didn't care about consequences or tomorrow. I didn't want to lose this look, this feeling; everything that was right here in the now. I was in awe of this man. He was the one person who saw me for who I really was. Edward knew me better than anyone else did. We had told each other things that we would never have dared speak of to anyone else. He knew me and cared for me, despite my flaws. In fact, he cared for me because of them. And with him, this thought didn't scare me. I wanted to give myself to him. I wanted to share this one thing with him that I would never give to anyone else. I loved him so much and I knew that in some way Edward loved me too. Maybe not the same way, but it was there nonetheless; and it was enough. I always knew that no matter what, he would take care of me. All the questions and reasons suddenly disappeared as I gazed up into his green eyes, and I hoped he understood. I began to lean toward his lips again but he backed off slightly and kept his eyes locked on mine.

"Bella, there's something you should know…"

I brought my fingertips to his lips and shook my head, silencing him. "No words… please," I whispered, my eyes remaining on his lips as my fingers trailed down his chin, over his Adam's apple. Tracing my hand around his neck to his hair again, I pressed my lips softly to his. I lightly brushed them several times, as I swung my leg over his lap and straddled his legs, pressing my body against his bare chest. I pulled away just enough to stare into his eyes again, waiting for any sign from him that this was okay. That I wasn't crossing any imaginary line or reading his words and reactions wrong. As if he could read my thoughts, I felt his warm hands rest on my thighs and slide all the way up over my hips, gripping them gently in his hands and pulling me closer until I could feel his growing erection between my legs. I let out a soft moan and he sealed his lips softly to mine.

That was all the affirmation I needed. This wasn't just me, he felt it too; this heat and electricity between us, the desire. I leaned into the kiss more, sliding my tongue along his bottom lip as my lips sealed around it. Our kiss deepened and I felt his hands slide up the back of my shirt, his fingertips brushing against the base of my shoulder blades and he let out a deep sensual groan. I had dressed so quickly at Alice's that I hadn't bothered with my bra; and from the reaction of his arousal twitching against the growing heat between my legs, it was a fortunate oversight.

He panted softly against my lips as they parted ever so slightly to catch our breaths, and he slid my shirt up over my head; and suddenly it was the moment of truth. I felt my hair brushing against my bare breasts and back. The feeling was so simple, yet so erotic at the same time. With each of Edward's breaths, the slightly curled waves grazed against my nipples, causing them to tighten and sending tiny shivers through my body and bringing forth the realization that I was sitting topless in front of him. His eyes roamed over my shoulders and my breasts briefly, with an almost worshiping look in his eyes and I was surprised by how natural I felt with him like this. No blushing, no embarrassment. One of his hands came up to cup my jaw as his eyes came back to mine. "God, baby," he whispered huskily just before his lips consumed mine and I melted into the kiss.

He said the magic word that sent fireworks flaring through my body. Not woman, or babe or honey. Baby. And said in such a soft, sincere voice, with desire matching my own. With our lips never parting, he lifted me off the bench, my legs still wrapped around his waist he carried me over to the bed. He settled us both down with him resting between my legs. I stiffened slightly and took a shuddering breath at the contact, moaning softly as I tried to pull him closer.

When he pulled away again, I was more than a little surprised. I swallowed hard and bit my lip. "What? Is something wrong? Something I did?" I wanted him so badly my body was literally aching for his touch.

He caressed my cheek with his hand gently, kissing one and then the other. "You didn't do a single thing wrong, Bella. I just…I need…" he said gently, his eyes deeply searching mine and I could almost see an internal battle going on behind those deep emerald orbs. He paused for an immeasurable period of time before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. "I just never thought I would be touching you this way."

I leaned up to kiss him gently and rested my head back down against the pillow as I spoke again. "You don't know how long I have wanted you to," I whispered softly, tracing his lips with my finger. "I've never wanted anyone else to touch me this way."

His eyes smoldered slightly and I watched his brow tighten slightly as he leaned down to kiss me again tentatively and tenderly. "Are you sure, Bella?" he asked against my lips and I could hear him swallow hard.

I nodded and looked into his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. No more words," I whispered, running my fingers over his cheek and brushing his lips softly. "Make love to me, Edward."

I felt him take another shuddering breath before his hand moved to my hip again and he leaned down to kiss me gently. I felt the entire length of him press against me and my body shivered with anticipation, as my hands moved into the hair that I loved so much. That I'd dreamed of feeling this way between my fingers for so long. Our lips parted and I felt our tongues glide like velvet against the others, and we both let out simultaneous soft moans of pleasure.

He slowly pulled away from my lips and I let out a cry of discontent, until I felt them return to my neck. I swore I had never felt anything more enjoyable and arousing as his lips exploring my skin. One touch of his lips to the base of my neck sent a fire of arousal that rushed straight through my body, causing my hips to buck slightly against his cloth-covered arousal. After a small groan from him, he began tenderly kissing down my body. His tongue ran circles around my nipples, followed by a breeze of cool air as he blew over each, causing me to bite my lip and writhe slightly beneath him. He kissed a trail down my abdomen until he reached the button of my jeans, which came undone with one swift movement of his long beautiful fingers.

I whimpered softly, wanting to feel him against me again. However, he was taking his time with me it appeared, as he slowly lowered the zipper of my jeans, keeping his eyes locked on mine. He slipped his hands underneath me and lifted my hips to pull my jeans from under them and slowly glide them down my legs. He stood up off the bed to remove my shoes and toss them on the floor before my jeans joined them.

Edward reached out his hands to take mine and pull me up to kneel on the bed in front of him. His fingertips ran up along my arms as his eyes took in my body, until they met mine. His hands held my face gently between them. "You're so beautiful, baby," he whispered softly and then kissed me with such a gentle passion, I felt my knees trembling against mattress and I slowly wrapped my arms around him.

I ran my hands over his back, exploring every soft muscle line tenderly and committing every part of him to memory. The way his skin felt under my hands, the clean masculine scent radiating off him; the way he touched me with such tenderness and spoke to me as if I were the most beautiful woman in the world. I brought my hands to trail down to his sides and slid along the waistband of his pants, tugging at the drawstring and loosening them to fall down his legs to a pool on the floor.

As he stood in front of me in all his glory, I shyly looked down at him. I knew what a man looked liked, I had seen and touched James; but this was different. Edward was…beautiful. Everything about him was perfect. The light from the windows illuminated his body, shadowing and highlighting every muscle and contour of his toned torso. He was long and lean with a light sprinkling of hair across his chest, and down his abdomen that led lower. I didn't really think I was ready to concentrate too much on what was lower yet, so I raised my eyes to Edward. He stood in front of me, as I kneeled on the bed; the only thing between us was the thin cotton of my panties. He kissed me slowly but deeply and we moaned into each other's mouths, his hands fisting in my hair.

He broke away from my lips again to lavish attention on my neck and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him against me and leaning my head back slightly to allow me to feel more. I felt him hook his fingers around the edge of the last remaining garment and slide it over my hips. They fell to my knees and he lifted his head to look at me again as he gracefully swept me into his arms again to lay me down on the soft pillow.

He sat at my feet and I lifted my legs slightly to assist him in removing my panties, lowering them back onto the bed as the garment joined the growing pile of clothes. He ran his hands along my bent legs, kissing each knee gently before slowly spreading them apart. I was now on full display to him and nothing had ever felt more erotic. The backs of his fingers ran slowly down the inside of my thigh, leaving an exhilarating tingling sensation in its wake until the reached their destination at my folds. They slid easily along me and I heard a strangled groan from deep inside him.

My eyes fluttered closed as he continued to feel my want and desire for him. And I was taken by surprise when he pressed a single finger inside me. Not so much that he had done it, but that it actually felt good. Amazing. Like nothing I had ever felt before. I heard and felt him lay beside me, brushing the fingers of his free hand against my cheek. "Bella baby, open your eyes."

I swallowed hard and exhaled slowly, finally opening my eyes to look up at him. He held my gaze as he added another finger inside me and I winced slightly as it began to stretch me a little. But I tilted my head back slightly, signaling for him to kiss me and he complied without hesitation. It was the same as every other kiss we'd shared tonight; soft and passionate, never hungry or forceful. "Please Edward. I want you," I whispered against his lips.

He seemed to appraise my face for a moment, but slowly withdrew his hand and shifted to settle on top of me. His hands slid into mine on either side of my head, lacing our fingers together and kissing me gently as he began slowly pressing into me.

I took a sharp intake of breath and pinched my eyes closed. I knew this was coming but I was determined to simply fight through it; I wanted this with him. Yet the farther he slid inside me, the tighter I squeezed his hands and I felt the tears welling in my eyes. One betrayed me and slipped out, trekking down my temple. I felt his lips press against it, kissing away the salty trail as I pressed mine against his shoulder to stop the scream as I felt the sharp pain shoot through my body. He then remained absolutely still as I panted through it against his shoulder, murmuring softly to calm me. I finally leaned my head back on the pillow, still crying softly. "Edward?"

He raised his head up to look at me with a tender concerned gaze in his eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked softly.

I shook my head as another tear fell and my hands released his. "No," I whispered faintly and ran my hands up to his shoulders. "Kiss me."

"I promise I'll make you feel good, Bella," he said gently and I closed my eyes again. Edward slowly moved toward my trembling lips with his, brushing them gently as I pulled him closer to kiss him passionately. As he began to move inside me, the burning was slowly subsiding. The feeling of Edward inside of me was indescribable. I had always wondered and fantasized what this would feel like, but I was way off. His head came to rest next to mine on the pillow, his mouth next to my ear. His breath, moist and warm, blew into my hair. There was a slight sheen of sweat on his body and the smallest moans were forming in his throat.

As I ran my fingertips through his hair and down his neck, his movements continued to be slow and gentle and I finally let out my first moan of pleasure. Something inside of me was changing. A tension was building I had never felt before. I closed my eyes and focused on it as it sat there deep inside of me, wanting to break free. The sound of my moan must have been a sign to him that the pain had subsided as Edward's hands were now moving down my body. Gentle fingertips danced across my ribs, the sides of my breasts, down my waist and hips. He moved his palm down my leg and to the back of my knee. He gently grabbed my leg and hitched it over his hip. I let out a gasp, and Edward's eyes met mine. There were no words spoken as we locked gazes, his green eyes seeming to look right through me. Each movement now brought with it a new wave of pleasure, the tension building and causing my head to spin in elation. I arched my back and tilted my head with a soft moan, as his lips moved over my throat. God, I was breathless as I felt the sweetest ripple of ecstasy begin to rush through me. His thrusts began to intensify and our breathing filled the room. My hips instinctively met his, pressing him deeper against that spot inside of me that felt so damn good. I didn't want it to ever stop and I let out a deep guttural moan.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as our hips began moving fluidly together. I could feel Edward's muscles flexing and contracting beneath my fingers, our bodies now slick with sweat.

"Bella baby," Edward moaned. The sounds he was making only intensified the need growing inside me, building and threatening to engulf me. Edward's thrusts became faster and I new he was close. I wanted him to come, I needed to make him feel that; to know that I had done that to him.

"Edward," I moaned breathlessly. "Edward. I want to feel you. I want to feel you come inside of me."

That must have set him off, because he thrust even deeper and groaned. "Oh fuck baby!" I felt him pulse inside of me and suddenly the floodgates of ecstasy erupted within me, as the heat flushed through my body. I heard him groan loader as my muscles tensed around him, until he had to bury his face against my shoulder to muffle the sound.

"God, Edward!" I panted as my body trembled against him, until his hips slowly stilled. Yet even as he turned his head toward me on my shoulder and I could see his face, I still wasn't ready for this moment to end. He was mine right now and I was going to embrace it for as long as I could.

Edward slowly rolled off me but kept his arm around me and we lay on our sides facing each other. Our hands linked between us as we stared into each other's eyes and he brought his lips down, placing slow lingering kisses on each of my hands. "Bella, I…"

He began to speak but I shook my head with a small smile. "Shhh...you don't have to say anything. I know," I said gently, kissing his lips softly. I didn't want any words to disrupt this moment between us; to end our perfect bubble we were in. I knew this was only tonight and I was going to enjoy it while it lasted, for as long as I could. And as I looked at his face while he relaxed against the pillow a soft, happy smile gracing his beautiful lips, I knew this was a memory that I would never want to fade. The one night that Edward Cullen was mine and nothing else existed.