A/N: Big thanks to Paige, Cristina, Tiffany & Sherry x x
Chapter 28
"C'mon," Edward said, taking his suit jacket off and draping it around my shoulders. "Let's get you inside. You're freezing. You certainly might not be pregnant, but you are going to end up sick at this rate." He scooped me up into his arms and began to carry me towards the house.
I must have been too angry to notice how cold I was before, but now that he mentioned it, I felt frozen. "I wish we didn't have to go back in there," I said, snuggling into his chest, trying to heat myself up.
"I know," Edward said. "I'm sorry you had to witness that and I'm sorry that my father felt the need to discuss it in front of everyone else. He's pissed at me because I lied to him. I told him that we had consummated the marriage. It wasn't something I wanted you to have to worry about, not with everything else you had going on."
"It's okay," I said, reaching up and touching his face. "This whole thing is sorta my fault too, but I didn't appreciate being discussed like a mare. It was embarrassing… humiliating even."
"For you and me both," he sighed. "There is something else I should tell you, he has demanded that he is presented with the sheets… afterwards."
I looked up at Edward screwing up my face. "That is just gross."
"It's tradition. One that we had managed to escape after you ran away the morning after our wedding, but don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. I won't force you to do something before you're ready."
I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant, but he shot me a look to silence me. We were close to the house now. I guess it wasn't safe to discuss it anymore, not with Carlisle's men around.
He carried me upstairs in silence, sitting me on the edge of our bed once we entered the room. "I'll get a cloth for your feet, they're dirty from the grass," he said, disappearing into the bathroom. I looked down at my feet to see they were all mucky. Edward returned seconds later with a wet wash cloth. He got down on his knees and lifted one of my feet and began to gently clean it. I had to fight back the urge to tell him that I could do it myself. It was strange, letting him take care of something that I was more than capable of doing myself, but I loved the tenderness of his gesture.
When he was finished, he returned to the bathroom and I climbed into bed, watching the door for him, wondering if he planned to consummate the marriage tonight. I'll admit the thought worried me a little, but I didn't want him to get into any more trouble.
He returned a little while later, wearing only a set of sleep pants. I noticed he had a pocket knife in his hand. I wondered what he planned to do with that as he walked over to the bed and pulled the duvet back. I never once thought he was going to hurt me. I wasn't frightened of him. I trusted him, but I was curious. He held his arm over the bed and began to lift the knife towards his arm.
"What are you doing?" I hissed.
He motioned for me to be quiet and nodded towards the door. Did that mean that someone was out there, listening? That was wrong, on so many levels. How low was Carlisle willing to stoop?
"What are you doing?" I asked again, this time whispering.
"I won't ask you to do something you are not ready for. This way my father will get what he wants, bloody sheets, without forcing you into anything," he said, quietly.
I shook my head, quickly putting my hand on his before he could slice his arm. "What if he sees your wound and figures out what you have done?" I was worried what he would do to Edward if he lied to him a second time. How far would he go to punish him?
Edward shook his head. "He won't. I will make sure he won't."
I couldn't let him take that risk. There was no telling if Carlisle would check him for wounds or see it by chance. It was not something worth risking. I thought about cutting my own arm, but there was a chance that someone would see that too. No, there was only one way to do this. "It's okay," I assured him. "I'm ready. I want to have sex with you." It wasn't a big deal, right? He was my husband. It was what we were supposed to do, and most of my friends had lost their virginity years ago. A lot of them had done it under the influence of alcohol and had no recollection of what had happened. No, I was doing this the right way. I was giving myself to the man I was married to. The only man I would ever know in my bed and I wasn't under the influence of anything. I would be able to remember this moment for the rest of my life. I would just choose to leave out the part about Carlisle demanding it.
Edward stared at me unsure if I was certain or not. "Isabella, you don't have to," he said, setting the knife down on the bedside table and taking my hands in his.
"I know," I said, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, "But I want to. You're my husband. It's okay." I laughed a little at myself. I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince more, him or me.
Edward smiled at the sound of my laughter. "Only if you are sure."
"I'm certain."
He lay down on his back and grabbed my hips, lifting me on top of him so that I was straddling him. "We'll take this as slow as you want. You hold all the power, you are in control."
I shuddered, nodding my head. My chemise had ridden up exposing my thighs and I could also feel his semi hard cock through the thin material of my panties, which both excited and scared me. It wasn't like I didn't know anything about sex. I knew the dynamics. I had masturbated. I had listened to the stories of my friends and I had watched porn. I had just never put any of it into practice.
Edward as if sensing my unease, hooked one of his hands around the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his. His kiss was soft and gentle; completely letting me set the pace. After a few minutes my nerves managed to settle. I found my body falling into a natural rhythm with his. I slowly rocked my hips back and forth against him creating a delicious friction against my clit. His hands were clamped onto my hips, helping me keep the pace as he rocked with me.
Within minutes I was panting, moaning into his mouth. I wanted more. I wanted to feel his hands all over my body, but I was too nervous, too shy to state what I wanted. I thought about taking my chemise off, but that was a bold move. Was I really ready to expose my body to him for the first time? I mentally chastised myself, telling myself to get a grip. I was going to have sex with him. Taking off the chemise wasn't such a big deal. So I did it. I sat back and grabbed the edges, slowly lifting it off and tossing it onto the floor.
Edward stared at me for a few minutes before sliding his hands up my sides, his thumbs grazing just beneath my breast. "You're so beautiful," he said, breathlessly. "I want to touch you."
"Then touch me," I moaned, eager to feel his strong hands upon me.
His hands slid over my breasts, squeezing and kneading them before he began pinching and twisting my nipples, causing our pace to increase. We were both a panting mess. We both were ready for more. I was ready for more, but I knew he wouldn't do anything unless I asked him to, so I moaned, "Edward, please," hoping it would enough to convey what I wanted.
I didn't need to say anything else. He merely flipped me over so I was now lying on my back and he was hovering between my legs. "Are you sure?" he asked again, his fingers lingering at the top of my panties. I could tell that he wanted to rip them off, but he was doing his best to control himself. He wanted to make sure that this is what I wanted.
"Positive."
He slowly pulled my panties down, his eyes locked with mine, making it all that more intense. When he was finished he tossed them to the floor and lifted my left leg, placing a kiss at my ankle as he made his way up my leg, working towards my core. When he reached his destination, he glanced up at me as if seeking permission. I nodded my head, moving up onto my elbows so I could get a better view of what he was going to do. He used his fingers to spread my lips, exposing me to him before he leaned in and licked up my length several times. I shivered in excitement. "Does that feel good?" he asked, looking up at me.
"Yes," I whimpered. I wanted to grab his hair and hold him down there so that he would continue to do it, but I didn't. Instead, my eyes locked on him, anxiously waiting for his next move. He took his mouth to my clit, his eyes staring into mine as he teased and sucked it, doing his best to work me into a frenzy. Before long I was gripping onto the bed sheets, my hips arching towards him as I felt my orgasm build in the pit of my stomach. He then pushed two fingers into my pussy, which was just enough to send me over the edge. I came hard, riding his face and moaning his name.
Edward looked pretty pleased with himself when I finally came back down from my high. He was kneeling between my legs, smiling at me. "You look really beautiful like that, especially with my name on your lips."
I flushed with embarrassment. Had he been watching me? I had been so caught up in the moment that I hadn't been paying attention to much else, but before I had the chance to get caught up in my embarrassment, Edward leaned down and captured my lips with his. His kiss was hard, needy. "There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Isabella," he panted. "I'm your husband. It's my job to make you feel this good." His hand reached for my oversensitive clit, and everything else but the feelings that he was creating inside me were forgotten about.
"Are you ready?" he asked. I looked down to see he had his dick in his hand, his thick, hard dick. At some point he must have taken his sleep pants off. Probably when you were wriggling about like a wanton whore, I reprimanded myself.
"Yes," I breathed.
Edward rubbed his cock up and down my lips a few times, coating his dick before he lined himself up against my entrance. He looked into my eyes again for reassurance before he slowly began to ease himself in and out. Pushing himself in a little further each time.
When he was almost fully inside me, I gripped onto his shoulders, squeezing them as I waited for the feeling of discomfort to pass. My friend Angela had told me about it after her first time. She said it didn't last. I think she was the only one who could remember her first time. I remembered filing the information away at the time because I knew I would need it one day when I was finally married. I just didn't think I would have been getting married so young.
"Are you okay?" Edward asked, concerned, bringing me back from my thoughts. From the look on his face, he was too frightened to move in case he hurt me.
"I'm fine," I assured him, forcing a small smile. I leaned up to kiss him, knowing we both needed the distraction, as the kiss became more heated, more passionate, Edward began to move. Slowly at first, but gradually building up more and more until he was holding onto the headboard for support and grunting. I held onto his shoulders as I tried my best to meet his pace, but the man was like a fucking machine once he got going.
"Isabella, I'm not gonna last much longer," he moaned. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say to that. He must have guessed that by the look on my face because, he said, "I want you to play with your clit. I want you to come with me." His words alone were almost enough to send me over the edge. I wasn't used to someone talking to me so dirty, but I liked it. I hoped he was going to do it often.
I moved my hand down to my clit and began to rub it in circular motions as I looked into Edward's eyes. His eyes were so heavy, so drunk with lust. Just knowing that I could do that to him, that I could make him feel that way was enough, combined with everything else, to send me over the edge. I came whimpering his name. Edward wasn't far behind me, with a few more sporadic thrusts, he was pulling out and emptying his load onto my stomach.
When he was finished, he rested his head on my chest. We both just lay there panting, neither of us talking or moving for several minutes, before Edward got up and looked at me. "Are you okay?" I nodded, unable to speak. I was still feeling overwhelmed. "Let me go and get a towel so that I can clean you up," he said, getting up off the bed. I watched his bare ass until he disappeared into the bathroom and then I looked down at the sheets. I was relieved to see there was a small stain of blood.
