Chapter Fourteen: Riding

As the night wore on he noticed that she seemed a little freer with her conversation and that they were actually chatting pleasantly. She had been to the bar twice and both times had ordered beer. He knew she generally did not drink unless she was upset and as far as upset goes this night had to be pretty challenging for her.

Finally, after Jake and Leah made another round, thanked their wedding guests and left for their honeymoon, Bella suggested they leave.

"Edward, I'm feeling pretty tired. Maybe we should head home."

"Ok. Let's just say goodnight to a few people and then we can leave."

They bid farewell to a few of his friends, mostly mature ladies. Bella always did say all the mothers in the area loved him. Bella it seemed did not have anyone in particular to whom she wanted to say farewell. On the way home she just stared out of the window saying nothing. Edward didn't really mind. It gave him an opportunity to admire her, admire the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. It really had been too long since he'd touched them. He wanted nothing more than to reach over and touch them right now and he was grateful she was looking out the window so that she couldn't see him ogling her. He really was desperate. He was getting hard just by looking at her and thinking of the things that he wanted to do with her.

When they arrived home, she headed directly to the kitchen,

"Well good night Edward. I going to turn in early, I just want to get a drink of water before I head up to my room."

He realized she was subtly trying to tell him she would be sleeping alone tonight. He wasn't surprised; he had had no intention of asking her to sleep in her room. He needed to be alone tonight or rather he needed privacy.

"Ok I'll just head up to my room. Good night Bella"

"Goodnight Edward."

As soon as he got to his bedroom, Edward started to undress. He took off his jacket and tie and sat down on the bed recounting the evening's events. It seemed to him that Bella was finally beginning to get over Jacob. He hoped that that would mean there was now some room in her heart for him. He remembered how good it had felt to hold her close, to feel her heart beat against his chest and to feel her body against his.

As he remembered, he let his hand slip down to his lap and he undid his zipper. He did not fool himself that this was accidental. As soon as he noted the effect she had on him when they were dancing he knew he would have to do this to relieve the pressure he was feeling. He began making long slow strokes and he let his eyes close as he imagined that Bella was here with him and that it was her stroking his member. He remembered her scent and inhaled deeply as though it would heighten the memory.

By the time he had worked up to a decent rhythm he heard,

"Edward?"

He jumped up, turned his back to her and tried in vain to get his pants zipped back up. He chastised himself for leaving the door open; he had been so certain that she would not come to his room but would instead head straight to hers.

He knew that Bella did not approve of masturbation and felt that the fact that she had caught him in the act could erase any gains he may have made earlier in the evening.

"Bella, I'm sorry … I didn't mean to upset…"

Before he could finish his sentence Bella was right next to him; standing between him and the bed. She placed her finger over his mouth to silence him. He obliged her and stopped talking. Once she realized that he was done, she slid her hands down to his arms and turned him around so that his back was now toward the bed. She gently guided him until he sat down and she stood in front of her. He braced himself for the start of her lecture. She was obviously displeased and did not want to hear his excuses.

Edward sat awaiting her tirade and was surprised that instead of mouthing off at him she began lowering what little of his zipper he had managed to pull up. He raised his eyes and searched her face for some clue about what she was about to do. Bella may have disliked him but she had never been physically cruel to him. He was unsure of whether she was about to start now. When she reached into his zipper and grabbed a hold of his erect member he was both exhilarated and nervous. Unsure of what to expect, he grabbed her wrist to stop her from hurting him.

"Bella … don't"

"Shhhhh…" came her only response. She wrapped her fingers around his restraining hand and removed it. Then Bella began to stroke him. His eyes also rolled back in his head. He could not believe it but Bella … his Bella was stroking his cock. The sensation was indescribable, unbelievable; her soft hands, as compared to his rough ones. He closed his eyes and savoured the new sensation. She was willingly giving him a hand job. He hoped this would never end and he was afraid he would ejaculate too soon and bring it to an early conclusion. He placed his hand over hers to slow down her pace; he was desperate to prolong this.

Just as those thoughts began to swirl in his head he noticed that he felt the bed sink to the right of him. He opened his eyes and realized that Bella was climbing up on the bed. She had placed her left knee to his right and she now held on to his shoulders as she pulled herself up so that she was straddling him. Her dress was hiked up just enough to allow him to see that she did not have on any underwear. Inanely he scanned the room and saw it on the floor. She must have taken it off when she was stroking him. He didn't even know why he cared when she'd taken it off since by now he was firmly of the view that she was going to have sex with him. He held on to her hips but waited for her to lower herself onto him.

When she did it was like no other time he'd entered her. This time Bella actually wanted him inside her. He could tell not only because it was she who had climbed on top of him but because she was wet. That had never happened before. There would be no need for KY tonight.

Then she began to ride him. The incredulous feelings he thought he'd felt before paled in comparison to this new sensation. Bella lifted herself up and down on his cock and he used his hands which he'd already placed on her pelvic bone, to move her forward and backward. The way he felt made his toes curl. He reached out to caress her breasts through her dress and she instantly invited him to undo her zipper which was round the back of the dress. He eagerly obliged and was rewarded with the sight of her pert round breasts. He took each nipple into his mouth and circled it with his tongue as she continued to ride him. Bella groaned,

"Ooohhhhh … Edward. Edward I'm coming!"

And that simple sentence was his undoing. Bella had said his name … while they were having sex and she was having an orgasm from sex with him. He exploded. "Oh …. Bella." He gripped her hips so tightly he wondered if he would leave a bruise. He felt drained; he clung to her hoping desperately that she would not leave.

He needed her to spend the night in his room. It would reassure him that she was okay with what had happened between them. He was relieved when she collapsed into his embrace. And for the first night since he'd married her. Bella slept right where he thought she'd always belonged…in his arms.