Chapter 29

"I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer."
― Woody Allen

Edward

We talk. We dance. Bella looks fucking gorgeous and my dick is a steel rod the entire time. If it weren't for black slacks and a very dark room, everyone would be able to see that I'm toting around a fucking utility pole—complete with the occasional shower of sparks when Bella brushes a little too close.

I almost lost it that first time we danced. I have absolutely no idea how I kept from spunking all over my dress clothes—and I would have too because my balls feel like I'm carrying a third world nation. I'm not in pain, though. Maybe Santa gives out red balls instead of blue—a teenage boy's Christmas miracle.

So, for the rest of the night, I play keep away from Bella's waist—pulling my hips back every time she tries to grind against me. And I know she understands why, the little vixen. Her teasing has me so aroused I wanna go jack it in the bathroom just for some relief, but I'm going to wait because, tonight, I belong to her.

The fucking clock seems to tick backward, but finally, they're playing the last song, and she's in my arms again, her cheek resting on my shoulder.

"I had such a good time tonight," she murmurs, and heat flairs in my chest as I tighten my arms around her.

"I did too," I tell her, and I really mean it. No drinking, no drama, just a beautiful girl so close and warm, her adoring eyes finding me no matter where I was in the room.

"But … we're not finished yet, are we?" My voice is shaky as my heart thumps in my chest, but her blush calms me even before her words.

"No. No, I don't think we are."

Her smile is real, and some of my fear dissipates. She does want to be with me, and we'll figure this out together. Power pole in my pants twitches his agreement—I hope Bella can't see that I'm currently sporting a sparkler.

When the song ends, we say goodnight to our little group and go in search of Em and Rose, and that's when shit gets real.

They're in a dark corner of the room, but I can hear their voices from a few yards away now that the music has stopped. And so can everyone on this side of the gym.

"Fuck you, Emmett! All you care about is whether his ass is happy or not, and it's only gotten worse since he has a girlfriend."

"Rose, you're being ridiculous. All I asked is that you not be a bitch to him all the time. He's done nothing to you."

"You're right! But we don't get to do anything because you're always his goddamn babysitter! I thought we were gonna be alone tonight!"

"We are gonna be alone! Ed and Bella being in the house won't interfere with … anything. Just calm the fuck down; you'll still get yours."

"Yeah? Well, maybe you won't!"

Rose storms away from him, and I want the fucking ground to swallow me up. That bitch is way out of line, and in truth, I haven't interfered with anything, but the look on Emmett's face is so sad and frustrated, it makes my heart hurt. I'm so fucking disgusted that my problems have to spill over into his life—it's bad enough they're in mine.

Bella squeezes my hand, and my eyes are drawn to hers, but my stomach rolls from the pity I can't help but see there. She's trying to make me feel better, but the attention is making me want to explode.

Em sees me, and his face falls a little more—he knows I heard. Could this be any more of a goddamn clusterfuck?

He walks over and puts a hand on my shoulder. I want to shake him off, but it's not him I'm angry at, so I stand there, tolerating his … whatever, every muscle in my body tense and vibrating.

"Meet me at the car. I'll … I'll go find Rose."

He drops his keys in my hand, and I think I nod, but I'm so angry I'm afraid to move, afraid I'll blow up at anything, even if it's nothing.

I probably look like an idiot, standing here and just trying to fucking breathe, but Bella lets me until the room is almost empty.

"Edward? Can we go to the car?" she asks softly, and her voice soothes me. I huff out a breath and squeeze her hand, and she rests her other one on my forearm.

"Um … can I have your jacket again? It's pretty cold out."

I smile without thinking about it, but everything feels stiff as I shrug out of my jacket and drape it over her shoulders. How long was I standing like that?

She grabs my hand again, and I gain some composure as we walk through the parking lot.

It's not your fault, echoes in my head using Bella's voice. I'm sure she'd tell me that right now herself, if she wasn't afraid I'd bite her head off.

I heave a sigh as we get to the car—Emmett is nowhere in sight. After I unlock the doors, I get behind the wheel, and Bella's wide eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror.

"I'm just turning it on to warm up," I tell her, trying to ignore her relief. Taking off with Emmett's car would be a dumbfuck thing to do for many reasons, not the least of which that Emmett would likely separate my head from my shoulders. Nah, there's been enough bullshit tonight, and I'm just fucking tired.

I get into the backseat with Bella, and she curls into me—burrowing under my arm until I throw it around her, her closeness melting my tension just like the heat is thawing my hands.

"I'm sorry—"

"Don't," Bella says, two icy fingers quickly covering my lips. "I know you don't wanna talk about it, but Rosalie is just being a colossal bitch, and I'd like to punch her fucking lights out right now."

I try to hide my smirk but fail miserably. Bella's so fucking cute when she's all riled up; the urge to kiss the shit out of her is strong, but I resist, knowing she'll get pouty on me.

Instead, I pucker my lips into a kiss against her fingers, and her eyes snap to mine. She pulls her fingers back, leaving the tip of one on my lip, and I gently pull it inside, rolling my tongue under it as my dick hardens and my thigh muscles clench.

I wanna fuck her so bad, it's damn near killing me, and my body takes over, pulling her close and crashing my lips into hers. We make out like it's gonna be the last thing we ever do, and just as Bella grabs my tie to rip it off, the car door opens and we spring apart with an audible pop.

Rose and Emmett get in without speaking, and the temperature in the car drops a good twenty degrees. Brrr … I'd hate to be in Emmett's bed tonight.

Bella gives me a quirky smile, and I shrug my shoulders, pulling her back against me. We make rude gestures at Rosalie behind her seat and try not to laugh out loud all the way home, and I feel so much better. It sucks that Em is going to have a lousy night, but maybe Ice Princess will thaw out for him. And if not, I know he's gotten enough of her pussy in the last month to make up for one lost night, even if it was gonna be alone and uninterrupted. It's her loss, really. Guys can take care of jizzness whenever they want.

No one says a word as we exit the car and go into the house, but as soon as we're through the front door, Rose takes off for Emmett's room.

"Fuck," he mutters, heaving a sigh.

"I'm—"

"Don't you dare. She's being a twatwaffle, and that's all on her. Spoiled fucking—"

He stops short, his eyes flicking to Bella.

"Don't stop on my account," she says, and I can't hold back my snort.

Even Em cracks a grin. "Anyway, you two will be good until about 7 AM; Dad will be home by eight."

"That's fine. My Dad has the early shift so he'll be gone by six."

For the first time in my life, I'm actually happy about Bella's father's occupation. Didn't see that one coming.

"Thanks, Em. I hope you … have a good night."

"Yeah, me too," he says, rolling his eyes as he heads for the stairs.

Which leaves Bella and I staring at each other in the front hall.

"Should we …"

"Yeah," Bella squeaks out, following after Emmett.

My heart starts to thunder in my chest. Bella's been in my room before but never with the intent that we'd … It's an entirely different feeling, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.

I round the corner to my room, and she's standing beside the bed, fidgeting. She's as nervous as I am, and that's good and bad—good because I feel like less of a pussy, but bad because it's no help in calming me down.

Okay, Edward, time to man up.

Crossing the room on unsteady feet, I take her hands and bring them up to my chest.

"Hey."

"Hey," she murmurs, but the second her eyes meet mine, my fear starts to fade away.

"Nervous?"

"N-no."

"Liar."

She smirks and cuts her eyes away as her cheeks flush, and my own nerves settle a bit more.

I grasp her chin and bring her eyes back to mine. "It's just us, and we won't do anything you don't want to. I just want to be with you, okay?"

Her eyes light up, and suddenly, she's kissing the shit out of me. I have no idea why, but at this moment, I couldn't give a fuck. My hands find their way to her waist as heat flairs in my groin, and I feel like I have no control as my fingers squeeze her ass and push my throbbing dick against her … motherfucker.

Edward gasps against me, and I don't know if it's surprise or relief or lust, but I don't care because now his arms are pulling me close, and his waist is sliding between my legs, and the feeling shooting through me is like a beacon into space.

His lips are warm and soft as we move against one another, and the second I feel his tongue touch my teeth, I thrust mine into his mouth, moaning as my stomach does a somersault.

"Ohhh," he groans needily, his fingers sliding into my hair as he pulls me closer still.

"You're so … God, Bella, I just want to …"

His lips move hungrily to my throat, and I thrust my head back, allowing him better access as he kisses every inch of exposed skin. I'm panting, my hands sliding up his sides as his jacket falls from my shoulders.

Less clothing—yes! That's what we need!

Suddenly, I'm itching to touch him—to run my fingers over his quivering abs, to suck a nipple into my mouth because, although he does it to me all the time, I've never been brave enough to see if he likes it. But right now, I want to know … desperately.

I reach blindly for his tie because that shit's hard to do when you're panting and he's ravaging and … there, it is!

His lips abruptly leave me and my head snaps down, at a loss, but a wave of hot lava rolls through my belly when I meet his dark, hungry eyes, and I know in that moment—

I'm going to give him everything.

He grasps his tie, loosening it as he rips it over his head, and my fingers are already at his buttons, revealing inch after inch of warm, heaving chest.

God almighty, he's so fucking gorgeous!

His shirt goes down and then off, and my hands span his pecs, teasing his nipples. His head rolls back with a deep inhale that ends in a groan, and I shiver, goose bumps breaking out on my skin. He hisses when my tongue makes contact with the hard little nub, and then I begin to suck, just like he does to me.

"Ohhh, Jesus, fuck, Bella! What are you—ahhh …"

His dick twitches so hard I can feel it against my leg, and he melts against me, his hands sliding up my back to hold my mouth against his chest.

"Yes, fuck!" he exclaims as I suck even harder, and he presses his cock against my thigh.

His hands squeeze my back, but suddenly, they begin to scrabble frantically.

"I … I … I need this off. How do I—can I? Oh, God, please," Edward babbles.

If he's ever been this worked up before, I've never seen it, and that's saying something. My stomach twinges, and I squeeze my eyes shut as heat rolls through me. I release his nipple with a pop, and his gasp mirrors it exactly.

As I turn, our eyes lock—his lust-filled, mine playful—and my smile widens as his fingers fumble and shake as they lower my zipper.

He's quicker with my strapless bra, and both fall as his hands cup my breasts, and his cock presses against me. I shiver violently as warm breath and warmer lips caress my shoulder.

"Fuck, Bella, you're …"

His words are just a mumble as his fingers squeeze and tweak, and my head falls back on his shoulder as I rub my ass against his cock.

His hands and lips are everywhere, and I lose myself to it so deeply. The next thing I know, I'm on my back, and he's naked and hovering over me, about to take my nipple into his mouth.

"Mmmm," I hum and writhe as he laves at my skin, groaning when he sucks hard.

"Edward …"

I wanna see her naked. She's seen my dick and every other part of me, but she's always kept her panties on or the lights off—eating a girl out in the dark is like some sort of culinary cave expedition.

But tonight, when I closed the door, I flipped on my little desk light, hoping I'd get the chance to see all of her. And, by God, right now is my chance.

I slide my hand down her side until I reach her silky white panties, but she tenses when I grip the material.

It sucks to let go of the nipple I'm currently trying to swallow, but she needs to be okay with this. If she can't even let me look at her, we have no business fucking. I don't want her to regret this; I need to know she's doing it for her and not just for me.

I raise my eyes to her, and I'm disappointed to see a bit of panic there.

"Bella, I want to see you—all of you. You've seen me—"

She snorts, and I know what she's thinking.

"Okay, so maybe I wave my dick around like it's the greatest thing there's ever been—"

Her laughter chases everything out of my head, and the warmth I feel has nothing to do with my fantastic dick—it's all coming from my heart, and I know it.

"Yes, you're quite proud of your … endowment," she says, unable to hide her smile. "But you're right, and I want you to see me."

Her own hand helps me slide her panties down, and I stare at her from top to bottom—soft, flowing hair splayed out on my pillow; deep, brown eyes that see right to my soul; amazing, perky, fucking awesome tits just the size of my hands; and now, the pussy of perfection—cute little dark curls hiding what's bound to be my dick's new favorite place.

"Fucking gorgeous," I murmur, unable to take my eyes off her.

"Wow," she whispers.

Um … hello? my dick calls out, waving frantically. Can we quit the romance novel shit and move on to the porn flick?

I wanna eat her out, but I want her lips too, and my dick wants to get as close to that pussy as possible. I just want everything, and I'm … stuck, so Bella makes the decision for me, pulling me up to smash her lips to mine.

Every inch of our bodies makes contact with no clothes in between, and it feels as if I've been struck by lightning. I writhe against her, rubbing my dick on her thigh while my hand explores those soft curls, and my tongue massages hers, reaching as deeply as I can.

Fuck, she's wet already. My fingers spread her, and I insert one, and my dick weeps tears of fucking joy against her leg as all that wetness spreads and engulfs me.

Holy mother of fuck, that's what it's going to feel like around my … when I …

Edward thrusts a single finger in a few times, but I'm ready for more, and I let him know by bucking against his hand.

A second finger follows, and although we've done this many times before, it feels different … better. I try to keep kissing him, but my lips are getting sloppy as I focus on the heat that spreads outward from every place he touches, every thrust of his fingers stoking the flames a little more.

He pulls back and inserts a third finger, which he's never done before, and I throw my head back, the coil inside me tightening.

"Oh, Edward," I moan, feeling myself stretch, and his fingers just about reach that spot—the one that sets off the fireworks.

"You're so fucking—ohhh!" The rest of whatever he was going to say is lost in the moan that takes over as he grinds his dick against me, and the sound of his pleasure lifts me a little higher, just a little closer.

"Edward, please!" It comes out as a breathy plea, and his lips return to devour mine as he curls his fingers and hits that spot … over and over and …

"Oh, fuck!" His thumb makes a single circle on my clit, and I explode, bucking against him as I quake with wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure.

I lie there feeling spent, and I realize that while my breathing is returning to normal, Edward is still panting like he's just run a marathon.

When I open my eyes, I find him staring, a look of wonder on his face, but then I lower my gaze and see his hand curled over his cock, stroking slowly as pre-cum leaks from the tip.

And this is the moment. There's so much love in his eyes—I don't know if he's breathless from need or from what he's feeling, but time seems to slow down as he reaches out and strokes my cheek.

"Bella, I …"

"Make love to me, Edward."

His sharp exhales are all I can hear.

"Really?"

"I want you," I say, pulling him between my legs, and it feels right, as if it were always meant to happen just this way.

He pulls away but only to reach for his slacks and pull out a string of condoms.

"Big plans for tonight?" I ask, smirking at him, and he gives me that killer grin of his.

"No harm in being prepared," he answers, rolling one on and then settling between my legs again.

I wait, eyes closed, yearning for the feeling of him entering me, and when it doesn't come, I open my eyes to find him hovering over me, holding his weight up by his hands.

"Um … I think you have to help me with this part," he says, and I flush in embarrassment.

"Oh, I didn't know …"

"Well, neither do I, but I don't think—"

"What?"

"What, what?" he asks, furrowing his brow.

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"Well, nobody talks about this part, and since I haven't done it before …"

Hold the fucking phone.

"Haven't done what?" Is he saying he's a virgin?

"This," he says, getting frustrated. "I don't think my dick is just drawn in there like a magnet—"

"You're a … a virgin?"

"Of course! What the hell are you talking about?" he demands, backing up a bit.

"No … you're not a virgin, virgin," I say stupidly. "I heard you did it with at least six different girls."

"Did you hear it from them?" His tone is demanding as he quirks a brow at me.

"Well, no …"

"Bella, I haven't ever been with anyone like this before. I've fooled around, but that's all," he says, caressing my cheek. "All this time, you thought I'd … Why didn't you just ask me?"

"I didn't want to know," I tell him petulantly. "Whoever you've fucked in the past is your business—"

"But I haven't fucked anyone, and I don't want to. I want to make love to you," he says, and I positively melt.

Holy shit, he's a virgin! I thought I was the only one and … Whatever, there's nothing I could do about it anyway, but now … now this is only mine, and I get to go where no girl has ever gone before—the warmth that spreads through my chest is positively unreal.

Merry Christmas to me!

But I'm still embarrassed I thought he was a man-whore.

"I'm sorry—"

"No, I'm sorry. As a guy, I'd never correct those rumors, but I should have told you—"

"I should have asked," I counter, smiling at him. And although I'm still over the moon that I'm his first too, I'm tired of his conversation, so I grab his dick and give it a few pumps.

"Christ," he mutters, lowering himself down until his tip brushes against my clit.

I hiss at the sensation, but then he drops a little lower, and I help guide his cock home with my hand.

I slide in, but oh, so slowly. Oh, my God, she's so tight, I'm gonna explode before I even get all the way in. But it feels so fucking good I can barely bring myself to care right now. I push in until I can't go any farther, but my dick is still halfway out. Isn't it supposed to go all the way in?

We're both panting, but hers sound almost painful.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Are you?" she asks, and it still sounds as if it's painful for her, but I think she's trying to move beyond it, to feel the fucking amazing shit I'm feeling.

"I'm … fuck, you feel so good. I'm trying not to come," I mutter, and her pussy is gripping me so tightly it takes everything I have not to explode.

"Let's just breathe, okay?" she suggests, her eyes squeezed shut, and I try to do what she says, just breathe, but oh, my God, this is the best fucking thing ever.

The urge to plow into her is almost overwhelming, but I know there's more to it than this, and now I remember Emmett telling me long ago that the first time, you have to break through some kind of barrier in the girl's … whatever.

"Bella, I'm gonna move, okay?" I say, trying to keep my shit together as my body demands that I thrust.

Her eyes are shut, but she nods, so I pull out, and push in a little harder. She yelps as I hit resistance again, and I think we both see stars—her from pain and me from trying to hold back.

And I know I just have to get it over with.

I pull out and thrust as hard as I can, and although Bella cries out again, I'm now buried to the hilt inside of her.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. "It'll be easier now."

"Okay," she says shakily, and although I'm concerned about her, I know we've made it through the hard part.

I start to move slowly in and out, and she's squeezing me so tightly I can barely think straight.

"All right?" I grit out, and she nods, and thank fucking God because what's building inside me is so big and so strong I can't hold it back anymore.

I start to thrust in earnest, groaning more deeply with each stroke, but the pressure in my groin builds so fast that I only make it five thrusts before I'm struggling to keep going.

"Bella, I'm … oh, God … oh, fuck!" I explode without warning, buried as deeply as I can be as I pulse inside of her, pleasure surging through me again and again until I feel like I can't come anymore … like, ever.

I collapse next to her, a panting, quivering mess. My dick is belting out "We are the champions" so loudly that it's hard to think around it—he does a pretty decent Freddie Mercury, I must admit—but as I come down from my high, embarrassment sets in. I came way too fucking fast, and I have no idea if Bella enjoyed that, or … fuck! If she's even all right!

My brain is still in orgasm-induced fragments, so I have no idea what to say to her.

So we both stare at the ceiling for a while.

Finally, she reaches over and threads her fingers into mine.

"That was …"

"… not awesome."

"Huh?"

She's looking at me now, and I scramble to get my brain into some kind of working order.

"I mean, it was awesome, but …"

"I came too fast."

"It hurt."

We blurt our thoughts out at the same time, and I feel like an instant asshole for thinking about my own pleasure and hers and ignoring the fact that I broke something inside of her.

"Are you okay?" I ask, rolling to my side and reaching up to caress her cheek. "I didn't mean to—"

Her laughter cuts me off.

"Yes, you did, and I wanted you to. I'm okay. It hurt at first, but then it started to feel better."

"And then I came like a twelve-year-old jackin' it for the first time."

She laughs again, and I have no idea why that makes me feel better.

"Why don't we try again? When you're ready, that is," she says, and I can't help the smirk on my face. My dick was a pleasure-drunken member of Queen a few minutes ago, but he's stirring and beginning to harden again already, eager for an encore.

"I mean, it has to be … more awesome than that?"

"Emmett always says it is," I tell her, hoping I sound confident as I roll to my side to lean over her.

"Ugh," Bella mutters, grimacing. "No offense, but don't ever mention your brother and sex in the same sentence again."

While I'm thrilled she's not attracted to baboon boy, it's … odd since most girls fall all over him.

"Emmett doesn't do it for you?"

"He did do it for me—didn't I ever tell you?"

"What?" What in the holy mother of fuck is she talking about?

Her eyes widen as she gazes up at me—I can only imagine what I look like because I feel like I've been poleaxed in the groin.

"Whoa! Calm down! I didn't mean it like that!" she exclaims, caressing by cheek soothingly. "It was that night you got so drunk at the dance. I had to go find Emmett and he and Rosalie were … ugh! He was moaning, and she was chirping like a freaking chipmunk, and I'm pretty sure I'm scarred for life!"

Her cute little nose wrinkles in distaste, and I fall to my back in hysterics.

"You interrupted … shit! I can hear her chirping in my head in that squeaky voice of hers!" I give up trying to talk and just howl with laughter.

Bella smacks my arm, and my eyes pop open to find her glaring at me.

"You owe me for that one, jackass! It's your fault I had to witness … muskrat love!"

I bust up again, but this time I roll toward her, and I laugh even harder as she tries to wiggle out of my grasp.

Until I realize she's rubbing against my dick.

And my nipples.

And every other part of me, and suddenly, our lips crash together and our hands are everywhere.

My dick is hard as a fucking rock, and my balls already feel full and heavy as I grind against her—I have to stop this or I'm not going to last any longer than I did the last time.

I break contact, but before she can protest, I pull one of her hardened nipples into my mouth. I love to play with these bad boys … err, girls … whatever, I just love them, okay?

I massage with my tongue until everything becomes so freaking soft, and she sighs, both of her hands finding their way to my hair. When I start to suck, four things happen simultaneously, and I fucking love it: her nipple peaks into a perfect little nub; she hisses and arches her back, thrusting her tits farther into my face; her fingers tighten on my skull, scratching and rubbing in time with my pulls on her breast; and, oh yeah, my dick twitches so hard I swear I feel the earth move.

"Oh, Edward …"

Her words are breathy—I can almost feel the pleasure dripping off them, and fuck, I'm the one doing that to her. Heat rolls from my chest down into my groin and I can't help but press my dick against her.

Oh, God, that feels so good.

My dick is beside himself—incoherent and pulsing because we're so fucking close to Pussytown, but I don't let my body take over—not this time.

Before, I was scared and so fucking worked up I could hardly think straight enough to put my dick in the right hole, but this time, I want to make love to her, for real.

I release her nipple and look up into her impossibly deep brown eyes, heavy-lidded with the pleasure my lips just gave her.

So fucking beautiful.

"Bella, I wanna make love to you."

Her gasp is soft, but yes is written all over her face as she pulls me up even with her, hands on both my cheeks.

"I wanna make love to you, too," she says, and it feels like a volcano erupts in my chest—I love her so damn much, and all I want to do is spend the rest of the night showing her, worshiping her, telling her in every way possible.

My lips find hers, and it's gentle, but there's more behind it now—so much more. My tongue slides against hers, and I feel the pull in my groin, the need building in every part of me to get closer to her, become one with her, make her feel everything that's exploding inside of me—the heat and the love and the—oh fuck, I don't know what it is, but I have to make her feel it too.

She moans into my mouth, and the vibration sends waves of heat through me; the feel of it makes me shiver. I move just a little, and my dick slides against her thigh, smearing pre-cum over the tip—oh, my fucking God, I don't think I've ever been this turned on before.

"Bella, please," I murmur against her lips, need gnawing at my dick and heart and fucking soul—need for whatever of herself she's willing to give me.

With a smirk, she reaches for the condoms this time, and I jerk away when she starts to stroke my dick.

"Shit, if you do that, I'll—"

"I know," she says, palming my balls as I bite my lip, struggling for control. "I just like touching it."

Jesus.

Fucking.

Christ.

I'm dead.

How I manage not to jizz all over her is a mystery I'll ponder for many a sleepless night to come … as I masturbate to the mere thought that Bella likes touching my dick.

"Fuuuuck."

Bella's laughter brings a smirk to my lips, and I fall just a little more in love with her.

"That's funny, huh? Trying to make me jizz with the shit you say?"

I hiss as Bella rolls the condom on me, and her ensuing giggle more than answers my question, but I keep talking to buy some time to get myself under control.

"You are one evil little vixen, you know that? But two can play at that game."

She gasps as I run a finger from one end of her slit to the other, making a lazy circle around her clit. I pull my hand back, and her look of outrage makes me snort out a laugh; the smack I receive for it is equally funny.

But the break bought me the time and distraction I needed—I no longer feel as if my load is gonna 'splode.

When I slip between her legs and position myself over her, all teasing is gone from both our expressions.

Her hand guides me as I stare into her eyes, and I slide in easily, but I can't ignore her wince.

"Bella—"

"I'm fine; it'll feel good in a minute, just like it did last time."

Thank fucking God.

She's so warm and tight, but this time, I'm ready for it, and I only need a few seconds to quell the flare of arousal that threatens to undo me.

And I spend those few seconds kissing her, reveling in the fact that we're joined—as close as we'll ever be.

Her hips flex under me, and I start to move without realizing it, thrusting to the rhythm her hips set as they rise from the bed.

She tears her lips from mine to pant into my shoulder, eyes closed, lips slack with pleasure.

"Edward, yes."

And I'm fucking high.

I listen to the sounds of our love: skin slapping as we come together, Bella's soft grunts when I push against her deep inside, my moans every time her hot wetness squeezes me so fucking tightly.

I feel her warm breath on my shoulder, the flex of her hips as she welcomes me in, the pulse of my dick as I try to hold back the massive orgasm that feels like it's been building for days and days, even though I know I came less than an hour ago.

Her fingers digging into my back tell me she's feeling passion and not pain, and I lose myself to the feeling, my own hands gripping the sheets as I push in deeper, thrust a little harder.

This is what making love is, and I know she feels it too.

It's fucking perfection.

I want to stay focused on her, but suddenly, moving inside her feels so good, I can't pay attention to anything else.

"Oh, God, I … uhhh!"

I thrust faster as I squeeze my eyes shut, pressure and pleasure and something almost like pain building so quickly I can barely contain it.

"I want you to come," I blurt out, wanting Bella to feel as fucking amazing as I do, but I'm so drunk on pleasure I have no idea how to make it happen.

But Bella does.

One hand leaves my back, and I feel it slide between us. I jerk my head up when she moans, and the realization that she's touching herself sets off fireworks in my groin.

"Oh, oh …"

Her breathless moan is so sexy, but everything in the world stops as all of her tightens around my dick.

"Oh, my God—"

"Yes!" Bella cries out, and I lose my fucking mind.

She pulses around me, squeezing and pulling, and oh, my God, I'm going to—

I explode deep inside her, pleasure roaring through me for the longest, strongest fucking orgasm I've ever had. I pulse and pulse until it feels as if all the jizz there ever was just spewed out of my dick, and my arms feel so heavy, I can't help but collapse onto Bella's chest.

I lay there, panting, with no idea how much time goes by before I can focus on something outside my own body again.

And the first thing I'm aware of is the softness and warmth of Bella, her chest still heaving under mine.

I'm still in space somewhere, floating in this perfect moment. It was amazing! He was so gentle and sensitive—worried that he'd hurt me when I know his body had to be screaming for him to plow into me.

But he didn't.

And, Christ, the way it felt and the sounds he made—the pleasure I know he was feeling. From being with me.

It was more than sex. It was love; I'm sure of it.

The feeling wells up and spills over in my chest, sending tingles and shivers to the very tips of my toes and fingers.

I can't hold it back anymore—I've given him all of me—all that I am and all that I have, and the only thing left to do is tell him what his body and mine already know.

"Edward, I … I love you," I whisper, and as I close my eyes I feel the tears escape and roll over my temples.

He pulls in a sharp breath, and I feel his muscles tense, and I know it's not the right time for him—I took him by surprise.

"Bella—"

"No! Don't say anything. I don't want you to say it just because I did, and if you're not gonna say it, I don't wanna know right now. If … if you feel the same way, say it sometime when I'm not expecting it. That way I'll know it's true."

I open my eyes, and he's staring at me, his look a combination of wonder and furrowed eyebrows. I don't know what it means, and I'm too happy to try to sort it out right now; I'd rather just lie here and feel my love for him.

"I love you, Edward," I say again, and he kisses me. He tells me with his lips and his tongue and the gentle caress of his hands over my shoulders, and I'm content.

Our kisses become languid then stop altogether, and I find myself staring at his sweet, boyish face as his breathing evens out into sleep.

I surrender to sleep myself, basking in the warm glow that still lingers from what was given and felt and said this night.

Everything is perfect.


A/N: I hope this was as good for you as it was for me. Merry Christmas! Due to the holidays, the next post will be January 10. Give me a holler if you liked this one, yeah?