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You might notice that this chapter is a little longer than usual - we got a little carried away and ended up with double what we usually post. We were going to break it up into separate chapters, but we couldn't decide where - so we give you an extra special, extra long chapter. Think of it as an apology for the two weeks we made you wait for an update.
Bella had sat in her truck's cab - for how long, she did not know - reading and rereading Edward's letter. He still loved her. He had said so; and if Edward said it, she believed it.
Now, however, she finally noticed that the shadows were getting longer as the sun made its descent in the sky. She needed to find her way down the fern-covered path before it became too dark; and in a forest this thick, it could happen very quickly.
She carefully wound her way down the twisting road and eventually reached the highway. She could not help but glance at the letter resting on the seat beside her. She drove gently into town, keeping an eye on the gas needle and praying that she did not run out of gas in the enclosing woods. The empty house had creeped her out even more.
What if it is true? Edward said he loved me, so why would he leave me, unless... She could not finish the thought.
Damn Jake! But what if he was telling the truth? her inner voice whispered in her ear. What if it was not just a legend, but a true story? How else would the tribe know about the Cullens... especially if they just moved here? Or just moved back... She shuddered at the thought. "Vam -" she gulped "- vampires do not exist. They just can't," she said out loud to herself, trying to calm her jittery nerves.
But what if they do? And what if Edward is now one of... them?
She needed to go back, talk to Jake, and see what he knew. And this time, she would listen with a much more open mind. She could only hope that Jake would talk to her and tell her what he knew. Bella prayed that he wouldn't try and brush her off, using excuses like tribe legends and secrets. The Quileutes knew something, and Bella was sure as hell going to find out what that was. They were going to help her bring Edward home. An overprotective Billy or Jake with apparent mono be damned. Bella needed her answers.
She decided to fill up her truck in town and head on over to La Push. She had been calling Jake for several days, yet Billy or Leah always told her he was sick. If he was too sick to come to the phone, then she would take her mind off of things by helping Leah with the kids.
If he was not sick, he had some explaining to do. She could not just sit idly by while Edward disappeared from her life - and from Forks.
Edward had told her to write to him and leave her letters at that house. Maybe I could leave one and hide in the trees to see who picks it up...
She knew it would depend on Jake's answers. If what he had told her was not true, she would camp out all night if she had to. Anything to bring Edward home to her.
Edward waited. It was twilight, and he hoped that Bella had been to the house and was now safely locked up in their home. He didn't much like her driving that deathtrap of a Chevy during the night, and he knew how long the track from the highway to the Cullen house was.
He paced the length of his new room in the Seattle house. All around him he could hear the thoughts and voices of all its other inhabitants. Carlisle was in his office, setting up the computers' wireless networks and thinking about work. Esme was thinking about detailing the kitchen. Alice and Jasper were whispering quietly together, and Emmett and Rosalie were arguing about which wall they were going to set their bed against. Edward prayed that they would choose a wall that wouldn't shake the whole house when they got frisky.
He hoped that Bella had written back to him, and he prayed to high heaven that she had seen his letter and had read it. He had tried to word it as best as he could, knowing that he could never tell her of what he had become. He knew, after discussions with Carlisle and Alice, that it was far too dangerous – especially for Bella. Of all the laws set by the Volturi, the secret of the existence of their kind was of the utmost importance. If the Volturi found out, it would mean a gruesome end for both Bella and Edward – and possibly all of the Cullens.
Edward lay back onto a soft bed. Yes, this room - unlike his last - had more human amenities. Although he didn't need it, he found the softness of the mattress comforting, the golden colored, silk sheets cool against his hard skin. He closed his eyes and threw an arm across his face, groaning. He knew that Alice was watching Bella's decisions, so she would tell him if she had left anything for him. Alice, or someone else, would fetch the letter for him, too. Sooner, hopefully, than later. Edward did not enjoy the waiting game. He wanted and needed Bella in his arms.
He wished he could sleep. That would have made things a bit more bearable, but of all of the changes he had undergone, that was the one he despised the most. In sleep, he would have been able to block out the voices in his head, the thought of what he now was, and Bella. Time would have gone faster if he'd only been able to lose himself in unconsciousness - but it was not to be. He would have to deal with the monster inside him now, every hour of every day. And he would have to imagine what would happen to his Bella if that monster were to ever come in contact with her.
He groaned and turned over, wishing Bella were curled up against his side like she did when they were in the bed. Her touch always soothed him. While her face remained clear to him, memories of their previous life were becoming hazy.
He could not forget their life together. It would tear him apart.
Edward pulled and tugged at his hair, willing the noise around him to leave him and give him peace. He tried to think of other things - like when Alice didn't want him to hear her thoughts, she would sing something in her head or count or recite things in a different language. If she was able to block him, then surely there was something he could do to block them. He tried to relax, but all he could hear was the mindless chatter, boring thoughts, and movement all over the house. Edward wanted to block up his ears. He pulled a pillow over his head and held it tightly over his face, cursing the fact that he no longer needed to breathe. Suffocation would have been quite welcome at that moment.
He let his thoughts drift back to Bella. He wondered what she would be doing at that very moment. It was late, and he hoped that she would be in bed, the comforter pulled tightly around her. He thought about how peaceful she looked when she slept, lying on her stomach, her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, and her lips lightly parted. He thought harder, recalling each and every single night of their lives together. He tried hard to remember the night that he first watched her sleep.
"I'm glad that you decided to come over tonight and study with me, Edward." Bella smiled, biting into a slice of her double pepperoni and mushroom pizza. She was lying on her stomach, her legs crossed together at her ankles with several textbooks spread over the bed in front of her. Edward was sitting cross-legged in front of her, a slice of pizza in one hand and a book of sheet music in the other. His pen was tucked behind his ear.
"I've not seen you all week; we had to work some alone time in somehow."
Bella nodded sadly, her eyes meeting his. "I know... but we both have important papers to turn in, and hey, we've been at this for two hours. I've actually gotten something done, AND we managed to have dinner. I'd say we've done pretty well."
"Yes, but it's date night," Edward muttered, picking a mushroom off his slice and handing it to Bella, who popped it into her mouth right away. "You know I like to take you out on Fridays."
"Next Friday, I promise, if you must spend your money on me, then you can take me to the movies or something. I'm just happy we are here, together, on date night. You don't need to wine and dine me, Edward. This is perfect."
She wasn't lying. Although neither Edward nor Bella were huge party animals, they'd both declined invitations to attend a huge on-campus party that night. Everyone had disappeared for the night, leaving Bella and Edward alone in the campus dorms. Edward had arrived right on time, prepared to spend the evening studying, and he came armed with a pizza and a six pack of beer. Now on her second, Bella was feeling slightly more relaxed.
She stretched herself out across the bed and flipped her books shut, one by one. She pushed them to the side and finished off her pizza, licking her fingers delicately. She then rested her chin on her arms and looked over at Edward, who was still looking down at his sheet music, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He felt her eyes on him and looked up, smiling. "You done for the night?" he asked, pulling his pen out from behind his ear, and setting it aside with his papers. He took a sip of his beer and looked at the illuminated digits of Bella's alarm clock.
"I can't concentrate on the books any longer," she admitted, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs again.
"It's getting late; do you want me to go?"
"Nope," she whispered.
In fact, she wanted him to stay. Stay all night. It had been almost fifteen months since Bella and Edward had met and began dating, and for Bella, her feelings had just grown and grown. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that she loved... no... was in love with Edward, but things were not progressing as she would have expected them to. Over a year and they were frequent visitors to second base, but had never ventured further than that.
Fifteen months of being with a wonderful, caring, kind, considerate, intelligent, beautiful man, and Bella was still one hundred percent virgin. She wondered sometimes if Edward wasn't interested in her like that. He seemed to like it when they kissed, and his hands would more than often slip under her shirts and trace across her back, stomach and ribs... but that was all. Often their kisses would get heated, but then Edward would pull back, kiss her softly, tell her he loved her, and that he needed to leave - leaving Bella frustrated and wanting more. She had never taken matters into her own hands, but the beer was making her feel a little braver.
"Stay the night with me?" she whispered.
Edwards's eyes widened, and he fiddled with the label on the neck of his beer bottle as he shifted uncomfortably.
"Or not, you don't have to... but it would mean you didn't have to drive back across campus." She tried not to let the hurt show through in her voice.
Edward knew that she was right. And the building was so quiet that he could get away with staying the night with Bella, in her private dorm room. With a locking door.
"If you don't want to, it's okay," Bella whispered, staring down at the blanket.
Edward sat up, pulling Bella up with him. "I want to," he whispered back. "You don't know how much." He suddenly brushed his lips lightly against hers, causing her to shudder.
She pulled back slightly and looked into his bright green eyes. "Then why the hell won't you do anything about it?"
Edward stood up and paced across the small space. "Bella, I just don't want to rush and end up messing things up between us. I love you too much for that."
Bella climbed off of her bed, pressing her body against his. She smiled slightly at the erection pushing into her abdomen. ""We're not rushing; we've been together for over a year. I made sure I waited for the right person, and I know it's you, Edward."
He groaned and pressed his mouth against her, bumping her nose in his rush.
She giggled and kissed him back. "Please, stay," she said softly, her eyes downcast.
Edward tipped her head back, his finger on her chin. "I want to, believe me, I do."
"Then stay."
Edward suddenly pushed Bella up against the wall, his mouth brushing against her jaw line. He inhaled deeply and groaned. "God, Bella, you smell so good."
Bella let her hands run through his messy hair, gripping and pulling. She prayed this would be the night.
Edward pulled her away from the wall and over to the bed. "Not like that, Bella, not like that."
Bella continued to pull at his hair, trying to pull his face back down to hers. "Just love me, Edward. Make love to me, please?"
He groaned in response and knocked her textbooks off of her bed, paying no attention to the thump they made as they landed, Bella's papers and notes scattering across the carpeted floor. Edward sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Bella with him. Edward gave in to her frenzied kisses and wrapped his arms around her, one going to the base of her neck, moving her closer to him.
He felt Bella's soft tongue run across his lower lip, begging him for entry into his mouth. He granted her access, and they met halfway, their mouths caressing and tasting hungrily. He pulled away after a moment, panting, his fingers tracing the smooth line of her jaw.
"Why did you stop?" Bella breathed, removing her hands from his hair, trailing them gently down his shoulders, and to his chest. She chewed on her lip, suddenly feeling a little rejected. His actions were confusing her. One minute he was hot, the next he was cold. Did he not want her in the same way she wanted and needed him... needed to feel him?
"Bella?" He lifted her chin with his forefinger, pulling her up to face him. "I just want to take this slow. I've... I've never…"
"Shhh," she whispered, pressing her finger over his lips and resting her forehead against his. "I haven't either."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. It will be perfect. Let's just take it slow, like you said. Kiss me, Edward." She leaned back into him and kissed him softly. Her small hands began to roam the plains of his chest over his t-shirt. Edward moaned gently into her mouth at her gentle touch and allowed himself to wrap his arms back around her waist, pulling her closer to him. They continued to kiss slowly, and Edward enjoyed the feeling of her fingers raking over the soft cotton of his old shirt. He gently tickled at the small of her back before slipping his hand under the hem of her tank top and stroking her pale flesh, making small circular patterns. He smiled as he felt her shiver, and her skin break out in goose-flesh.
Bella loved feeling his warm hands on her body. She spent many a night dreaming about Edward touching her, particularly after they'd spent the evening together, which always ended at the door of her dorm, with heavy and sometimes frenzied kisses. She loved it when his hands would move lower and smooth over the small curves of her bottom or slip into the back pockets of her jeans. One time, he had squeezed her backside a little, which had made Bella jump slightly and cry out. He never tried it again after that - much to Bella's disappointment.
His hands kneaded her back slightly harder, and Bella hummed appreciatively into his mouth to let him know that it was a very good feeling. In response, he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue further into her mouth and pulling her into his lap. Bella could feel his erection, caged in by his jeans, between them and she couldn't help but rock gently against him, creating the most delicious friction.
"I love you," she whispered between wet kisses.
Edward pulled away, panting hard, his hands working at her hips, moving her over him. "I love you, too, so much," he replied, his eyes raking over her now heaving chest. "I want to see you, Bella. Can I see you?"
Bella nodded shyly, removing her hands from his shoulders and raising her arms above her head, lengthening her body. Edward pulled at the hem slowly, lifting the tank top off her. He took his time in exposing her alabaster skin. She was so mouthwateringly beautiful. Edward felt dizzy just looking at her soft, flat stomach and the outline of her ribs, along with the perfect swell of her satin covered breasts. He had longed for over a year to be able to put his hands and mouth on her, and he was about to get his wish.
He tossed the blue tank top to the floor and lowered his eyes; he wanted so badly to lean down and taste her skin. He looked back into her eyes, almost as though he were asking permission to continue, but she broke his thoughts by grabbing the bottom of his shirt between them and yanking it over his head - much faster than he'd done with her.
"Impatient, are we?" he asked her, smiling as he threw his shirt on the floor along with Bella's. Bella just blushed wildly and bit on her lip, before staring at his chest.
Bella had seen Edward shirtless before, but never at such a close proximity. He was simply beautiful. Subtly sculpted abs, a toned and taught stomach - from all the running he liked to do - and just the perfect amount of light bronze hair. Bella longed to run her fingers in it. So she did, raking her short fingernails across him, causing Edward to hiss.
"Sorry," she whispered. Her hands moved slightly lower, caressing his toned stomach. They came to rest at the buckle of his belt, and she traced her finger over the cool metal. Their eyes met, and Edward once again leaned in and kissed Bella, his hands trailing up and down her bare back. Bella pulled herself closer to him, enjoying the feeling of the skin-to-skin contact. She couldn't help but continue to rock against him.
Edward's hands stilled on her back, and Bella pulled away, looking at him in concern. "You okay?" she asked him.
Edward shook his head. Bella's heart sunk into the pit of her stomach. "No... please, Bella, you have to stop."
Oh... oh. "Oh, sorry. I just thought that..." she trailed off, tears stinging her eyes and threatening to fall. She pushed at Edward lightly, trying to unstraddle him. Edward began to look confused, and then realized how that must have sounded to Bella. He quickly grabbed her hips roughly and held her in pace.
"No... Bella, I just... you need to stop with... with the grinding. It just feels too good. I can't... I don't think I'll last very long if you keep doing that."
Bella was utterly relieved. She nodded in understanding. "Ok, sorry."
"Can you feel how much I want you?" he asked her, and Bella nodded profusely, glancing down at the small space in between their bodies. "I want to make this good; I want to last more a minute for you."
"Okay, show me," Bella whispered to him, kissing him once on the lips and tugging at his belt.
Edward looked down at her chest and palmed her breasts through her black satin bra. She felt so good in his hands, her body so petite, it was as though she was made just for him.
"You can take it off, you know," she whispered, blushing again, not able to meet his eyes. Edward nodded and moved both his hands around to the back. He tried unhooking the damned contraption, but failed, unable to release her. Bella giggled, which caused Edward to chuckle and fall backwards onto the bed, pulling Bella with him.
"It's not funny," he chastised.
"Oh, it totally is," she teased as she unhooked the clasp herself, and crossed her arms across her chest, holding the bra in place.
"Bella," he whispered. "Don't hide from me. I want to see you." He gently removed her arms from her chest and gasped when the silky undergarment slid down her arms, revealing the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. Granted, he had not seen a lot, other than out of the Playboy magazine his then best friend had snuck into school in the seventh grade. At the time, those had been impressive, but no longer.
Now, Bella was his goddess.
Who had crossed her arms over her chest, again. Dammit.
"Bella, you have nothing to be worried about," he whispered and silently cheered as she slowly dropped her arms, finally revealing all of herself to him.
"I guess fair is fair," she said, lifting her hands to run over the smooth skin of his chest. She gasped when he lowered his mouth to her; he kissed the top swell of her left breast just above her heart. "Edward..." she moaned softly, loving the feeling of his mouth in such a foreign place on her body.
Edward kissed her again and circled his tongue around her nipple, causing it to pucker. He then sucked it gently into his mouth, between his lips. "Mmmm, oh, God." Bella didn't realize that she was so sensitive on that particular part of her body.
Her hands moved back to his hair and massaged his scalp lightly as Edward switched to her other breast, paying it the same attention as he did the first. She was wiggling again as he lavished her skin with his tongue, causing Edward to groan.
"Bella, I-I can't keep this up. I'm going to explode."
She quickly stood up, and they were both all thumbs as they pulled at each other's pants. "I can't get this damn buckle," she growled at his belt.
Edward laughed lightly. "Just like your bra, huh?"
"Oh, shut up," she said with a giggle. "That I have to wear. You don't need a belt."
"Sorry, but I wasn't exactly planning on my girlfriend undressing me tonight. Also, I think that it would be great for you to not wear a bra... it's not necessary, as long as it's just the two of us."
"You should always plan on that," she said with a smirk.
Edward suddenly groaned. "Fucking hell," he growled out.
Bella came up short. "What?"
"I didn't plan on this... I don't have any... you know," he said quietly. "Shit!"
Bella continued to pull her jeans off. "Don't worry about it."
He scoffed. "No, we've got too much riding on this; I'm not going to fuck it up by taking chances with you."
Bella reached over to her bedside table and pulled a small, foil packet out, tossing it on the bed. "I said, don't worry about it.
Edward stared at her. "W-why do you have that?"
She rolled her eyes. "In case this happened, and you didn't have any. Jessica gave some to me."
For the first time in his life, he was grateful to Jessica. "Thank God," he muttered.
Bella laughed again. "God may not approve of what we're about to do."
"No, I suppose he wouldn't. I'm hoping his attention is currently averted elsewhere, like at the frat party we are missing... you know, the one with all the underage drinking."
Bella grinned. She thought it was so cute - Edward and his nervous rambling. "This is right for us, Edward. Please." She kicked her jeans aside and pulled off her socks, standing before him in just a small pair of black briefs.
"Take your pants off," she ordered, and Edward groaned again. Whatever she wanted, she could have.
"Yes, ma'am." He unbuckled his belt after a few tries due to the trembling of his hands. This was it. He was finally going to find out what the big deal was, plus claim Bella as his own. And it had all started with homework, pizza, and beer. Edward almost laughed at the absurdity of his thoughts, but held it in. He was about ready to just cut the damn belt himself. He finally got the belt undone, and he almost tore the button off of his jeans in his attempt to get them off quickly. He looked up and saw Bella standing there in just her panties, and he about came undone right then. Those models in that old magazine had nothing on his girl.
She flushed under his close scrutiny. "What?"
He knew better than to tell her what he was thinking, so he simply said, "I was just thinking how breathtaking you are."
"Shut up," Bella said with a grimace. She wasn't great at taking compliments, and her blush returned, spreading all the way down her chest. She watched as Edward removed his jeans in a rush and almost stumbled as he kicked them to the side. Her eyes fell on his length, straining against his boxers, the thin cotton not doing a good job of holding him in.
Bella stepped back and slipped her panties down her legs, sitting back on the bed and scooting up to the head end. She waited for Edward to join her, but she couldn't look at him as he shed his boxers. She kept her eyes downcast.
Edward slid under the covers with her, tipping her chin up to look at him. "Bella, love, look at me."
She glanced up through her lashes. "I'm nervous, Edward. I'm not sure what to do next," she admitted.
He gathered her into his arms, and they both moaned as bare skin came into contact with more bare skin. He skimmed his lips over her jaw and up to her ear where he blew.
She jumped and giggled. "What was that?"
He looked at her in frustration. "I blew in your ear."
"Why?"
"Because from what I've heard, it supposed to be sexy."
She giggled again. "Well, I think that's just in the movies."
His face was scrunched into such a grimace, that Bella could not contain her laughter. "Let me try it on you, and maybe you'll like it." She blew into his ear, a bit harder than she intended.
"Gah!" Edward yelled.
She laughed again. "See what I told you?"
He began to laugh lightly with her. "So no ear blowing."
"No ear blowing."
"What about this?" he asked, nipping lightly at the skin on her neck.
She giggled again.
Edward rolled his eyes dramatically. "Bella, please stop laughing at me. You're going to make me paranoid."
She tried to bring her nervous giggle under control. "I'm sorry, Edward."
"You should be," he teased her as his lips attacked her neck once again. The second time it wasn't as funny. Bella closed her eyes and pushed her neck to the side to give him better access. She bit her lip as he sucked the sensitive skin between her throat and collarbone into his mouth. She secretly wanted him to suck harder and to mark her.
Bella rolled onto her back, pulling Edward with her. She parted her legs, and he settled in between them. She loved the feeling of his entire body in alignment with hers. She felt his length pressing against her entrance, and she raised her hips against him, wanting to feel more.
Edward shifted his hips away from her for a moment. "Condom," he breathed.
Bella nodded. "I have it. I just want to feel for a moment," she told him, kissing him gently and snaking her hand under the covers and between them, gripping his erection between her fingers and stroking his length. Edward moaned softly and buried his head into the pillow beside Bella's head. His hand then joined hers between them. His fingers found the soft curls between her legs, and he traced her outer lips.
She was so wet for him. He knew that it was normal, but he never realized the intensity of it. His fingers slid easily through her folds as they were coated with her wetness. He circled her clit with his thumb and Bella cried out, starting to shake as her hand stilled on him.
"Ed... Edward... oh, God... please..." she cried out. "Please, stop... I just need you inside of me, now.
She didn't need to ask him twice. Edward got on his knees and looked down at her, spread before him as she handed him the small, foil package. With shaking hands, he tore it open and placed the condom at the tip of his penis, pinching the end gently before rolling it slowly down his length. It was very different from putting it on the banana as he had done in sex ed class in eighth grade. He didn't like the feeling of the smelly latex covering him, but he knew that he needed to do so for Bella. As much as he loved and adored her, he didn't want to be dealing with the miracle of a child anytime soon. One day, absolutely, but not yet.
He inhaled deeply, looking at Bella once again; her hands were resting on his thighs, massaging gently, and she was looking from his erection to his eyes and then back again. She swiped her tongue across her pink lips, and Edward almost came into the latex on the spot. He knew where he needed to be: inside of his beautiful girlfriend.
Edward leaned in and kissed Bella once again, taking his erection into his hand as he positioned himself back at her slick entrance. He closed his eyes and licked his lips. Bella was still looking at him when he opened his eyes. He rubbed his length up and down her wetness before gently pushing against her.
Bella winced as he pushed harder, the head of his penis finally entering her for the first time. Oh, God, it stung and burned. She breathed deeply and closed her eyes, trying her best to relax her body around him. She couldn't help it when her body naturally tightened around him, as though it wanted to expel the foreign object from her heat.
She was so tight. Edward leaned his face into Bella's shoulder and moved slowly out before pushing back into her. He felt her body tense, and he opened his eyes, worried. Bella's eyes were screwed tightly shut. Pain! She was in pain!
"Bella? Are you okay? I'm hurting you, aren't I?"
Bella bit her lip and shook her head. "No, I'm fine, it's just different. Nothing that I didn't expect. Carry on... more," she said through deep breaths.
Edward didn't believe her entirely, but he tried again, pressing into her. Bella yelped in surprise, her breathing hard. Edward looked down in between them where their bodies were joined. He wasn't even halfway in!
"I'm going to stop. I'm hurting you. Oh, God, Bella, I'm sorry."
Bella's eyes snapped open. "No," she almost growled. "I told you, I'm fine. Please, don't stop. It will get better, I know it will." Even before she'd finished her sentence, Bella raised her hips, thrusting up against him roughly, taking more of him in. She tried to bite back another cry. "Keep moving, please," she whispered, tears falling down her cheeks.
Edward did not know what to do. He so badly wanted to stop and take her into his arms, vowing never to hurt her again, but at the same time, he was so desperate to make love to her. He knew that it would more than likely be uncomfortable for her, with it being her first time. He never expected her to cry out, though, nor did he expect her to be so small... or tight. But the feeling of her body incasing his was the most indescribable feeling ever. Edward felt at home when he was sheathed within her.
Once again, Bella shifted her hips against him, taking him deeper. She gripped his forearms hard and arched her back. Edward pulled out and slowly moved back within her, again and again, until he felt her begin to relax. Their movements together became more fluid and easier, and although Bella's grip on his arms and the pressure of her thighs wrapped around his waist were still hard, her face was no longer contorted in agony.
He leaned in and kissed her brow, picking up the pace, and thrusting into her a little harder. He was finally totally sheathed inside her.
He peppered kisses all over her face and then he begun to feel the familiar tightening at the pit of his stomach. He tried to fight off his impending orgasm, wanting Bella to come first.
"Baby, I'm close," he whispered to her. "Are you going to come?"
Bella opened her eyes and looked at him. "I don't think so, not this time. But it's okay," she whispered as she raised her hips to meet his, over and over again. Edward felt instantly guilty and slipped a hand between them, starting to rub her clit. Bella writhed beneath him, but she seemed no closer to her climax.
Edward could not hold it in any longer and cried out as he continued to pump inside her, spilling his arousal into the condom. Bella panted under him, her body slick with their mixed perspiration.
Edward pulled out gently, and tried not to see Bella wince as he did so. "I'm sorry," he whispered to her, kissing her softly.
"Mmmm, don't be sorry. I'm fine, honestly. I love you, Edward," she whispered.
Edward rolled onto his back and away from Bella, covering his eyes with his hand. Bella rolled over onto her side and pulled his arm away. "Oh, no, mister, you are not going to get all broody on me now. It was great, I promise."
Edward's eyes flashed to hers. "But you didn't come. I couldn't even make you come."
Bella laughed, and Edward glared again. "I'm sorry, but that's not your fault. I never expected to the first time... Jesus Christ, we have plenty of time for practicing."
Edward studied her face for a moment. He could see the seriousness in her eyes.
"I love you, so much," He whispered. "And I promise, from now on, it will be so much better."
Edward groaned in frustration. His thoughts and memories of Bella had drowned out the noise in the house, but had left him with a much more sensitive problem.
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