This chapter will be from Edward's POV
CHAPTER 28: A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING
Before we lose ourselves in vows
whispering, lingering in the atmosphere
Let us listen to the silence. The solace
We find here.
Together, intertwined.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
My foot was hitting the ground with an even rhythm as I sat at the kitchen table, waiting impatiently for the clock to point to seven-thirty.
Time had never been so slow and the sound of my soles hitting the ground in unison was almost comforting. Almost.
Every tap a second passing.
It nurtured the anxiety, calming my nerves. But just barely.
Because the truth was, I was nervous. Extremely nervous.
Interesting it was, to say the least. In my entire existence - a hundred plus years - I'd never known much about being nervous, which made me want to chide myself.
The vunerability was getting out of hand. I was getting weak. Soft. And while I didn't mind in the slightest to be soft and caring around Bella, it sure as hell did nothing for the reputation I held with my family. And at Forks High.
People were no longer afraid of me. I'd seen it all week, while helping Alice with decorating the Gym for the masquerade ball tomorrow night. People didn't actively approach me - mainly because I was too focused on flirting with and touching Bella - but they weren't shying away from me either. I could tell from their thoughts that me being with Bella made me less strange or threatening compared to who I used to be.
Glancing at the clock once more, my mind flashed to a time when I had been innocent, not yet tainted by the mystical world I lived in now. Not even a hint of me being affected by the human world around me.
I had only been a boy. A teenage boy.
As a boy, I wanted to join the war; be a soldier and serve my country. I wanted to make my parents proud. Never had I thought about girls, mainly because there had never been one specific girl. I couldn't quite remember if I had ever looked, I couldn't recall a face obstructing my dreams to fight in the war. The only face I remembered was my mother's. Elizabeth Masen.
But there had never been a girl. Not until Bella came along.
Now I couldn't even put myself in the shoes of that boy anymore. That boy on the verge of being a man. I had always tried to preserve that part of myself, by hoping and trying to remember it, or having Carlisle tell me about it, but it all seemed so pointless and irrelevant compared to what my life was like now.
That boy had been innocent. Unlike me. The man, risen from the ashes of the boy. The boy who had never experienced love. And all the feelings to accompany that love.
Like the nerves coursing through me. Capturing my mind. Making me soft.
Filling my heart. Had it been beating, it would have been frantic by now, I was certain of that.
I wondered how Bella was feeling and sympathized with the fact she had my sister around, knowing Alice would probably enchance the nerves with her bounciness.
The origin of the nerves, the spark that plugged my anxiety had everything to do with what was going to happen tonight. What we both needed to happen.
It was strange, how I had no problem kissing Bella, making out with Bella. I was brave enough to feel her heat against my cool body. Touching her breasts, her nipples. Making her feel good, getting her aroused. Which got me aroused in the process. It had all been so natural. I had touched without practice, without multiple partners before her to test my ability to please.
But I succeeded nonetheless. Up until now. It was one thing to kiss and touch, but an entirely foreign leap to be making love to a girl.
Not just any girl, but Bella. The only girl.
My girl.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
7.00 PM. Still not time to go.
A heavy sigh, thick with irritation broke my concentration, dragging my eyes away from the clock.
Emmett was looking at me with narrowed eyes - such a unfamiliar expression for him.
Right now with the anxiety of this night - the night Bella and I were going to make love - resulting in little quirks like tapping my foot, I very much irritated my brother. Despite the fact it was related to something he could and gladly would relate to: sex. It was like he had a radar for these things. He was oblivious to so many things but not to anyone's aroused state: past or present.
Though he wasn't very supportive at the moment. He was contemplating on either grabbing me and throwing in the river to cool off, or snap my legs to get some peace and quiet from my anxiety.
Emmett and I hadn't seen much of each other since our awkward - well awkward for me, great for my brother - sextalk.
He hadn't been in school or at home much lately, so I hadn't seen him much. To the outside world Rosalie and he were doing an extra curriculum at the University of Seattle, since they were both seniors and wanted to be prepared for college classes.
But for people in the know- the family and Bella - they were looking for a house nearby, reading to move out within a few months, as soon as they graduated from Forks High.
This was interesting in itself and I welcomed it too, because Rosalie and Emmett were the kind of couple that could get rather "in your face" about their affection and I was happy they'd find a place of their own now.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I couldn't stop. Unless Emmett would decide - and in his increasing annoyed state it was entirely possible - he would in fact rip my legs off.
Of course, that would make tonight's romance impossible.
"Dude, knock it off. You're getting on my nerves," he finally spat, breaking the silence.
I smiled apologetically and shrugged. I couldn't exactly help it. My foot tapping bothering him. It actually soothed the anxiety a bit. Or maybe I was just momentarily distracted.
"Nervous about tonight?" Emmett wondered curiously, as his mind finally linked my tapping to my nerves and my nerves to the reason for my distress and the reason obviously very interesting to him.
Suddenly he was not so irritated anymore. Of course not. He knew sex was involved. And sex never seemed to irritate Emmett.
I nodded at his question.
Yes. I was. Nervous.
Emmett's face lit up, his annoyance now gone.
"Why? You get to have sex. You can't be nervous about that. It's awesome!" he declared with a grin.
I frowned, wondering what to say in response. I didn't want to get into this with Emmett, knowing he'd enjoy it far too much. It was like when we had that sex talk the other day. Nothing good had come of that.
"Well...you remember my advice don't you?'
Oh, I did. I was desperately trying to repress it.
"Sure. Best advice I ever had," I muttered sarcastically.
Really? He wondered silently.
I rolled my eyes and Emmett frowned, realizing I wasn't being appreciative.
"Uncool, dude. You beter take my advice, otherwise you're not going to get the job done. "
Job done? I dreaded to think about what Emmett meant by that. I had a pretty good idea though.
Esme and Carlisle entered through the back door -back from their hunting trip - before I could respond to my brother and his filthy mind. I was rather relieved about that.
"You're still here?" Esme wondered in surprise. She scanned my face for a moment and then her eyes wandered down to see what I was wearing. Her face softened. She liked what she saw.
I frowned. The only reason I was sitting there, ogling the clock, wishing time would speed up for a few minutes, was because I had actually allowed Alice to let her call me once she was done with "making Bella beautiful" as she had put it. I didn't see the point. Bella was always beyond beautiful. It was Alice's voyeuristic nature and her need to be a part of this, interfering with my time with Bella.
I definitely regretted to this deal now.
"Yes," I answered my mother who was eyeing me with speculation.
"I promised Alice," I muttered.
He looks dashing.
"Mom, don't start," I warned halfheartedly and the small smile on my lips betrayed my faux rebuking. Of course it was nice to get paid a compliment by my mother.
"I am just being honest, stating a fact," she grinned at me.
Her mind was filled with love. Not just the love for Carlisle, but also her love for me. For all of us. Even for Bella, who she'd grown very fond off.
There was a silence after that, until Emmett got up and bounded out. Meeting Rosalie, I gathered from his thoughts.
"I hope Bella will be comfortable sleeping in Alice's room," Esme pondered aloud. Carlisle looked at her and then me and I noticed a small crease, knitting his eyebrows together.
A peculiar sight for Carlisle. My father never frowned. I knew why though.
"Bella will be fine in there. Won't she, Edward?" he asked as his eyes held mine.
Remember. 1.00 A.M.
Oh, it was not likely I was going to forget the sole - and certainly odd - demand my father had made in regards to me telling him about my special night with Bella.
I had told Carlisle a few days ago when I had assisted him at the hospital. I knew he had also been visited by Charlie Swan that day and it was not before long until I found out about the rules Chief Swan and my father had set.
Groundrules.
The rules were one thing. It basically meant Bella was not to be left alone with me, especially not at night. She would sleep in Alice's room and while we were both allowed to attend the school carnival and the masquerade ball, we had a curfew.
1.00 A.M.
It was then I had explained to Carlisle how these rules clashed with my plans. Carlisle, father first and foremost but also a doctor instantly pointed out the obstacles of me making love to Bella.
"You have thought about the difficulties, right?" Carlisle had wondered as his eyes quickly scanned the chart of 70 year old Ms Birken who had fluids build up in her lungs.
Of course I had. I remembered my medical training and in particular the anatomy of the female reproduction organs. Bella was still a virgin, so yes, I knew I'd actually cause her physical discomfort by entering her body, breaking her hymen and all.
But that was precisely the thing Carlisle was worried about. He knew that losing one's virginity would be accompanied by some physical pain, but that was not what he concerned him.
He actually worried about me. What the powerful experience of making love to Bella would do to ME.
And so- knowing he wasn't asking me if I had realized Bella hymen would break, causing her pain but actually refering to my own experience - I couldn't even respond to what he asked me, because I had no clear idea of what it would exactly do to me when I'd spiral into the unmeasurable waves of grand pleasure once Bella and I would come together and be one.
Or so I assumed.
From what I understood from both Emmett's and Jasper's stories, orgams were beyond powerful, especially for us immortal beings. Our senses were more advanced and at the same time, animalistic, primal. Which made it hard to predict what the kind of effect of a sexual release would actually be for me.
And now, Carlisle worried I might actually hurt Bella with that kind of release.
Granted, I was much much stronger than her and hurting her would be very easy. I could press my finger to her wrist and break it, but I couldn't imagine I'd ever would.
Hurt Bella.
Carlisle said it would not be something deliberate, but in the onslaught of sexual sensation it would be very much possible my release would be too much for Bella to handle.
Resulting in her getting hurt in the process.
So when Carlisle had heard of our date he had been very reluctant to be supportive., Esme had actually for once intervened and explained the date had been planned and that it was impossible to cancel. Carlisle warned me that Bella was still going to spend the night in Alice's room and that we'd better be back before 1.00 AM. He also asked me to reconsider my plans. The date itself he had no problem with, but the purpose of it, wanting to make love, was something he'd rather see me put off for a while.
But I couldn't. I refused to. I would have to stay very conscious and be careful. If I went slow - and it was not like I could go fast, because I had no idea how to be fast at something I had never done - surely I'd be able to channel the excesses without causing Bella unnecessary pain.
"Edward," Carlisle called, pulling me from the memory, the worry. The nerves.
"Yes, I remember. We'll be back on time." I muttered.
"Will you go through with your plan?" he wondered quietly.
"Yes," I stated firmly.
Be safe, then.
The double entendre didn't escape me, though my father wasn't hinting at the use of a condom. I hadn't even thought of that, since Bella and I were both virgins. No STD's. And it wasn't like I could get her pregnant.
Carlisle and Esme went about their business then, both of them wishing me a good evening and good luck. I paced around the living room until my phone started buzzing.
Finally.
Ten minutes later I was there, on her doorstep. I picked up on Alice's thoughts, telling me she'd silently disappear through the back door and make way to our place of destination to cover some final details and finishing touches.
Bella opened the door and there she was. The reason for everything. My entire existence.
Her hair was pulled back on top, cascading down her back and shoulders in soft waves. Her skin was porcelain with a hint of rosy pink on her cheeks. Her lashes - already thick - were enchanced by what I presumed to be mascara.
I allowed my eyes to stray from her face for a minute, to take in the rest of her. She was wearing a dress which was close in colour to the suit I was wearing. It was just above her knees, with two thin straps holding it up. She was showing alot of skin. There was a frizzly thing in the front, but I wasn't enough of a fashion expert to acknowledge it. There was a small silver bracelet on her wrist and she held a grey piece of fabric in her hands, as well as a small purse in the same color.
"Wow," was all I could say, silently rebuking myself for not being more articulate about her beauty.
"You look wow too," she stammered, clearly very nervous.
For a few moments, we just stood there, taking each other in. Our gazes locked and for once I was certain I could read her mind, as I was convinced she was thinking the exact same thing as me.
The importance of this night. How it would change everything. How tonight would tie us together forever.
Not just because we we're going to make love, but because we were going to share our bodies, open up our souls.
Intertwine them permanently.
"Shall we?" I murmured as I took her hand, placing a soft kiss on it.
"Yes," she smiled as her free hand stroked my cheek.
Bella pulled my hand and exited from her house, alloeing me to see her back, which was very exposed. The dress was lowcut.
Again I silently praised Alice. I now understood what she meant with making Bella beautiful. It was more about enhancement, rather than turning her into a beauty.
And beautiful she was.
The drive to the location our date would take place was a quiet one. Debussy played in the background of the Volvo, while I held Bella's hand firmly. Occasionally I would lean down and brush my lips against her cheek but mostly we enjoyed the electricity in the atmosphere between us. There was no need for words.
Once we got closer to our destination - I hadn't told Bella where we were going but I did keep her updated on the time left before arrival - the more fidgety Bella was starting to get.
"Are we there yet?" she wondered multiple times.
"Almost," I assured her as my fingers traced her collarbone.
A billboard with a name came into view and I noticed how Bella's eyes grew wide as she read the words.
"Is that where we're going?" she wondered in surprise.
I had been plotting and planning on where to take Bella for a proper date from the moment she had learned about my nature and hadn't run from me because of it.
I didn't want to take her to a restaurant - I couldn't eat myself and didn't want to make her feel awkward - and a hotel seemed almost sleezy and not the right place for us to make love for the first time. Of course the entire prospect of making love hadn't entered my mind until recently. But now, even though it was truly only our second official date, it seemed to be the right time to take this leap.
Thankfully, it had been Esme who had provided me with the perfect location.
The Frozen Leafs Resort near Port Angeles.
It was hidden in the woods along the road from Forks to Port Angeles. The resort consisted of a hotel with rooms to book for the night, but there were also small cottages for a more intimate experience.
I had rented us a cottage for the night. Well 1.00 AM, technically. Though I wasn't certain if I wasn't going to break curfew tonight.
"Yes," I smiled, which made Bella smile too.
I maneuvred the Volvo up a path, a small cottage appearing in our view. Lit by string of lanterns, covering the small porch.
"Edward, it's amazing.." Bella whispered as she turned to look at me.
"Wait until you see the interior," I murmured as I stared into her eyes.
The atmosphere in the car changed, now that we were so close. We both knew we were getting closer to our perfect moment, the purpose of our night.
And I could have sworn the night was going to be perfect up until the moment that followed and broke me from getting lost in Bella's eyes.
The moment my nostrils were attacked by a hint of something rotten, locking my body down instinctively.
Defensively.
No, not now. Not tonight.
I could feel Bella freezing under my touch, realizing something was up.
I stopped the car and sat there, glaring through the windshield.
"What's wrong?" Bella wondered quietly as she followed my stare ro find out what I was looking at.
Talk about bad luck. Running out of good fortune in an instant. Up until two seconds ago I wouldn't have believed this night was nothing but perfect.
But now, now I felt it slipping into a disaster of epic proportions.
And while tonight was supposed to be epic, this had not been the epic I was looking for.
This was "bad" epic.
Jacob Black stood there at the entrance of our cottage.
He was smiling smugly.
Disgusting.
"Stay in the car," I muttered as I unlocked my seatbelt and opened the door.
Bella shook her head and unbuckled herself too.
"Not a chance," she said. Her voice sounded like she was angry. I wondered who she was angry with.
Me or the mutt.
We got out and I moved to the front porch of the cottage, Bella following me.
"Jacob," she acknowledged him, but just barely. That helped to ease my aggravation a little. She was pissed at him.
"Are you stalking me?" she wondered icily.
This was certainly getting old. It was time he knew his place and left Bella alone.
"You're here why exactly?" I spat.
His grin grew wider.
Of course it did. I wasn't even surprised he knew we were here. Chief Swan probably let Billy and Jacob Black know Bella would be staying with the Cullens and that she would not be joining them at La Push for the weekend.
I wasn't certain how he knew of the date but I suspected he'd been following us here from Bella's house. Like a real stalker.
"Just hanging out," he replied, the smugness never leaving his face as he gave one of the lanterns a small nudge, causing it to start swinging.
Jacob Black. Hanging out, at the small cottage I had rented for the night. Right.
"You should leave," Bella suggested. She gave me a quick glance and then frowned at Jacob. She grabbed my hand and started to rub smooth circles on the back of it, hoping to calm me, I assumed.
Itdid take away the sting of irritation, though I still wanted to harm him.
"I promised Charlie I'd keep an eye on you," he explained. "My dad and I both will."
It sounded like a warning.
Bella's frown deepened as her mind seemed to process what it was Jacob was telling her.
"Jacob, I don't need protection," she muttered. "I am safe with Edward," she said, a smile curling up her lips at saying my name.
This annoyed him. Which pleased me.
"This is private property. You should leave," I barked.
"Unless you want me to call security?" I suggested.
Jacob's face became serious. His mind was clear. He was here to keep an eye on me. On Bella.
"Fine, whatever. I just wanted to make sure Bella knew we're looking out for her," he said, the warning in his voice ringing through.
You better not harm her. I'll rip you apart if you do.
Before either of us could say a word, he was gone.
"I am sorry," Bella whispered.
I turned to her and took her hands in mine.
"Lets forget it. Shall we go and see what's the cottage's like inside?" I smiled.
Bella nodded and I guided her up the small set of steps to the entrance of the cottage.
Opening the door stirred the air, welcoming us with a hint of burned wax.
The candles Alice had bought and spread across every surface of the cottage.
We entered the front room; the walls panneled with wood and the floor covered in soft chocolate brown rugs. An off white sofa in the middle of the room, close to a small fireplace, which contained two burning logs, warming the room.
"This is amazing," Bella whispered.
I led her through the room; there was a square oak dining table with two chairs. The surface of the table covered in candles and plates of canapés.
Instead of serving Bella with a meal of several courses, Alice said it would be better to present her with small treats. Sweet and salty. Fish and meat. Vegetables and fruits. All mixed together in - what I hoped - to be appatizing eough for bella.
"You don't want Bella to get heartburn from eating a four course meal when having sex with you" Alice had grinned.
I showed Bella the modern kitchen and then lead her to the bedroom. There was a huge iron-wrought bed pushed against the eastern wall, which was painted in a pale grey.
There were more soft rugs on the floor and the windows showed a view on a small lake. To finish it off there was a small fireplace in the corner, a fire already burning.
Thank you, Alice.
" Beautiful," Bella murmured. "This keeps getting better. I am soon going to be out of words to describe my awe."
I spun her around swiftly, pulling her close to me.
"Are you hungry?" I wondered softly.
My eyes raked over her face, her cream skin freshly specked with red spots of excitement.
She looked stunning. More than stunning. In my ninety years as the Official President of the "Creepy Loner Club" I had never expected this. The dress was beautiful, I had to give Alice credit for it. But it was not the best thing about what she was wearing, knowing that underneath was the real treat.
She shook her head at my question.
She was not hungry. Her eyes looked hungry though.
"I want you to kiss me," she breathed as she locked her hand in my hair.
Alright, so she was hungry...for me. Like I was hungry for her. But not in the vampiristic way.
I pulled her face to mine to have our lips meet. I kissed her tenderly for a while and then moved my lips to under her jaw.
She moanded softly at my touch and pulled me closer to her.
As I kissed down her neck, slipping my fingers underneath a small strap holding up her dress, she shivered.
I lifted my face to look at her, to find out if she was cold, but she just smiled.
Encouraging.
"I love you," I whispered.
She smiled wider and nodded.
"I love you, too" she assured me.
The bedroom - perfectly lt by the candles Alice had placed very strategically, the light hit the room perfectly, subtlely - was spinning.
I was here, with this girl, the only girl I had ever loved and she was mine.
I pressed my lips to hers again, feeling her heat caress my face. She moaned a little as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Her heart was starting to beat erractically, and I was certain mine was about to start to do the same.
Overwhelmed by the sensations, I walked us over to the bed, without allowing her lips to leave mine.
"Do you want me to take the dress off?" Bella whispered against my lips.
"There's a zipper on the back" she added, breathing heavily.
I lifted my lips from hers and moved them to her neck again, as my hands roamed behind her back to find the zipper.
She gasped as I graced my fngers against her bare shoulders. When I finally found the zipper I pulled it down slowly, allowing the straps to slide down her shouders and her arms.
The dress had no trouble sliding off her body and falling to the floor.
Alice would probably considering that blasphemy, but neither of us cared.
My eyes widened at the discovery of a lacy strapless black bra with matching panties appearing, perfectly contrasting her ivory skin.
And see-through.
I was taken aback by it, momentarily, only able to stare her. It was all so overwhelming. Her body, her soul. So perfect.
She looked at me and I could slowly see the blush creeping into her cheeks.
"You're simply breathtaking," I whispered as I leaned in and brushed my lips to hers.
Her hands didn't tremble in the slightest as she slipped off my jacket and started to unbutton my dress shirt. She seemed very comfortable and in control.
Once she was done she let the shirt slip off my shoulders. A shiver of unthinkable pleasure ran down my spine as she graced her fingers along the lines of my arms. Then she moved them to my chest, running down to the top of my pants. I groaned at the contact of her warmth against my icy body and our lips became more urgent. Our mouths moved synchronically, while our tongues danced the fire of passion.
She was perfect. Nothing short of perfect. I on the other hand, was not perfect, but having Bella around me, allowing me to deserve someone like her was more than enough redemption for me. Even if it made me selfish to think I actually deserved her.
But she was here and she was mine. Or at least, she was going to be soon enough.
The room had a decent temperature, with the fire smoldering and creating a comfortable temperature. But Bella was shivering. Which made me feel like I was spoiling everything with my skin.
"Are you cold?" I whispered against her lips.
"A little" she admitted shyly. I could hear the guilt in her voice.
A guilt meant to be mine, since I wanted nothing more but to wrap myself around her, but couldn't, knowing that would kill the mood entirely.
I needed to do something to make sure she wouldn't freeze. As I pondered for a bit an idea sprung to mind.
"There's a jacuzzi out back," I whispered.
"Warm water?" Bella wondered, as her sweet breath swept across my skin, causing me to groan in pleasure.
"Yes. If we keep the fireplace burning here and take a bath first, you might feel better," I offered softly.
"I don't want you to be uncomfortable," I added in a murmure.
Bella touched my cheek and smiled. "With you I never am. But I don't mind exploring that jacuzzi with you," she winked.
"I supposed I better go and run a bath then," I winked.
I turned and walked to the build on conservatory with a jacuzzi. It had a roof made out of glass, meaning we could see the stars.
I heard Bella fumbling inside and I briefly wondered if Alice had packed her a bathing suit.
I kind of hoped she hadn't.
As the tub of the jacuzzi filled itself, I took off my shoes and socks. When the tub was filled with enough water I shut off the faucet.
Standing there I contemplated taking off my pants. I knew they kept swimming trunks here and I'd definitely put them on if it would make Bella feel more comfortable.
I debated on what to do, feeling the heat of the water and the damp covering the atmosphere on my cool skin, when I heard a noise behind me.
Bellla. Scraping her throat to make her presence clear. I turned slowly.
She stood there, watching me. Smiling slightly, but also looking a bit insecure. Which - I took the liberty of assuming - had everything to do with the fact she was standing there in nothing but a towel.
Bella was naked. I could see the exposed skin, and lots of it too. More than I had ever seen. Her ivory flesh stood out against the dark brown of the towel. Her collarbones, which drove me insane. The mounts of her breasts and then her actual breasts, hiding under the brown fabric.
For a moment I was simply dazed. Uncertain even of what to do. I shamefully admitted to myself to briefly wonder what Emmett would do.
He'd be ripping that towel off for sure.
I didn't want to do that, knowing it might scare her. Alright, I definitely did want to do that, since the reaction - well erection - in my pants started to swell, looking for an easy release.
I tried not to muse on the fact that up until I had met Bella, I had never felt this. An erection. My cock swelling up to proportions I had no idea it could grow to.
Emmett would be so proud.
"Shall I get in?" Bella pulled me from my reverie. Her eyes rested on the buldge in my pants for a moment and then she smiled sheepishly.
I nodded. "Should I ..do you want me to look away?" I wondered as I held her gaze. Causing my erection to grow even more. It was getting rather uncomfortable.
I half expected Bella to agree to this, to have one more moment of selfconsciousness before she could let herself go.
By now, I should have known better.
Bella simply dropped the towel.
And there she stood..
Naked. Long enough for me to take everything in. Long enough to feel the wetness in my pants from the precum leaking from my nearly exploding penis.
I loved the effect Bella had on my mind, the mystery of not being able to read her thoughts.
I loved how the electricity zinged between us, causing delicate sparks to caress my skin when she was near me. I loved how our lips melted together when we kissed. I liked how her personality matched mine and how she was not afraid to chide me when necessary. I loved her and wanted nothing more but to show her in every way possible.
But right now, observing her glorious body - her breasts: the perfect size, perky, nipples erect, her flat stomach, the swell of her hips. Her long legs. Her thighs. And prominent somewhere in between her breasts and legs: her spot. Soft, pink. Her inviting folds glistening: wet with arousal - all those things were overshadowed by my physical need to get close to her.
My cock certainly had taken over the better part of my mind, as more precum leaked from it.
Emmett would be really proud.
And I really needed to stop thinking about Emmett.
Without awaiting a response, Bella climbed into the tub.
I stood there, probably looking a fool with my pants still on and the huge boner expanding the fabric. Not to mention staining it with my arousal. Alice would not be happy for me to ruin expensive Armani pants like this.
"Aren't you going to come in?" Bella breathed as she leaned over the edge of the tub to extend her hand.
Invitingly.
My hands reached my buttons as I hesitated.
Should I be naked too? I wanted to be...
"I...uh...I..."
Smooth Cullen.
"Drop your pants, Edward and get in here," Bella half-ordered, her voice surprisingly thick with lust.
Gladly.
I did as she told and took my pants off, my cock almost breathing a sigh of relief at the removal of its restraint.
After that I pulled off my boxers and climbed into the tub.
The water was warm and inviting, but nowhere near as inviting as the girl sitting next to me. And I wasn't certain if it was her nakedness or mine that caused Bella to be this brave, but she immediately pulled my face to hers and kissed me fiercely.
As her tongue met mine I pulled her close, feeling her naked skin against mine. She didn't shiver now that the heat of the water protected her from my skin. She let out a moan as my hand explored her breast, gently rubbing her nipple.
"Edward.." she breathed, as one hand founds its way into my hair, pulling herself closer to me, until she was practically on top of me.
Oh. My cock defnitely liked that kind of friction. Not to mention how it twitched at the sound of Bella moaning my name.
I groaned, enjoying the heat, and I knew it wasn't the heat of the water.
"Edward," Bella begged, "Please touch me.."
As my right hand cupped her breast, playing with her nipple, causing these little sounds of pleasure to escape Bella's throat, my left hand moved along the traces of her body. Her sides, down to her firm robust butt. I gave her ass cheeks a small squeeze, causing Bella to groan into my neck, which she was covering with small kisses, while her free hand - the other was still tangled in my hair - explored downward.
"Touch me..." she begged again.
I moved my left hand up her thigh, massaging it lightly for a moment, until I moved it inwards.
Bella, meanwhile was getting closer to my cock, who seemed eager to meet with her as it started to swell to epic proportions.
Maybe it was our natural rapport to think and act in sync, but the moment my fingers grazed her spot, she let her fingertips wander my length, causing us both to moan loudly.
Good thing this cottage was secluded.
"Edward," Bella panted, as my fingers become more firm, rubbing her spot, exploring her opening. "Oh God, Edward.."
It felt cheesy to respond to her touches - her fingers had been replaced by the boldness of her hand, basically stroking me from tip to base, touching the head of my cock as it it were a delicate and precious gem - by saying her name, but I had no choice.
"Bella," I groaned, "You have no idea how good it feels when you do that.."
I had to admit, as Bella continued to stroke my cock - eager and swelling and longing for release - and I couldn't hold back the desire to feel her inside, causing me to slip a finger inside her opening - that whatever sex-education Emmett had sprung on me, it turned out I didn't need it. So far I seemed be faring quite well without it. Which was very good for my ego.
But all of that; my ability to have sex and be good at it pushed aside, fell away with what I felt. With, what I was certain Bella felt. She was moaning and grinding, rocking back and forth with my finger inside her. I slipped another one in, which led to Bella stroking me faster, rougher.
I liked that.
"Bella, God. That's so...you're so good to me," I grunted, slightly surprised I was able to make these noises.
And yes, Edward Cullen aroused was clearly dumbfound at the right words. I would have to practice on that, so that next time I would be whispering sweet more articulate things to her as we came.
Right now, I was ready to explode, which on the one hand was preferable because my cock was starting to ache. But that wouldn't exactly be about making love, as much as it was about getting off.
My father would probably approve of this, knowing this was safer for Bella than it would be for me to be inside her.
Of course, thinking about being inside her, and not just with my fingers, made me want to be inside, and come inside her that much more.
I wasn't certain how to bring that up, especially since my almost-orgasm was taking over my conherency completely. The tension in my body felt like I'd been drinking adrenaline spiked blood, except so much better, But I understood - somewhere in the smallest part of my mind - that the excess would be incredibly powerful and what my father had meant when he had shared his concern.
And this was Bella touching me. It wasn't her giving me oral sex, I hadn't entered her and already I felt like my release was going to make me break things.
Hopefully not the tub.
And definitely not Bella.
As I tried to breath, which was easier since Bella was still kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobe - which made it - my cock - harder again, I realized that while I was beyond aroused, I wasn't thinking about her blood. I remembered the time when I had seen it exposed, the night of the accident at the parking lot after our first date - but now, I wasn't even thinking about that part of me.
Apart from trying to muster up the will to control myself I didn't even feel like a vampire. I was a man. A man glad his nerves were gone.
"Edward," Bella panted, keeping her hand firmly on my cock, moving slower now, but still causing it to twitch in her hand - "I want you inside me," she breathed against my shoulder.
Crap.
The nerves were back, instantly.
I couldn't exactly deny her that. I didn't even want to.
But how? Well, I knew how. But what about timing. Should I grab her and push down?
I knew I would break her hymen no matter what and I hoped the water would make that less painful.
But my cock was so swollen, I could not imagine that I could enter her without causing her pain.
"Please," she moaned, as she removed her hand from my hair and reached in between her legs to meet my fingers who were still pumping in and out of her.
She really did feel very good.
"I want you to really make love to me," she said as she tried to remove my fingers. She stopped stroking me, as she shifted her hips until her sex was hovering over my cock.
"Make love to me.." she breathed, and then she pushed down. Before I could even calculate how to enter her without causing her unnecessary pain.
But suddenly I was inside of her, and a muffled scream escaped her lips as she pressed them against my neck.
That had been an effective way to break her hymen. Effective, but very painful.
"Bella, love. Are you alright?' I whispered as I held still, not wanting to come when Bella was clearly very uncomfortable. That would be a mistake.
I could feel tears spilling on my bare shoulder, instantly being repelled with myself for causing this.
"Just give me a moment," she whispered against my skin.
I waited, as my lips touched her shoulder.
"I am sorry," I murmured, feeling my cock inside her, trying to ignore how good that actually felt. How the adrenaline inside me was rising again.
Bella didn't say a word. Instead, she started moving. I could feel my cock slip out of her, but not completely. She lifted herself and then she pushed down again, this time moaning at the sensation.
I was relieved to find the pain had to have subsided, pleasure back in full force.
I grabbed her hips softly and started to rock in and out of her. Slowly at first, allowing both of us to get used to the feeling.
Phenomenal, by the way.
Our lips found each other as I decided the pace, by lifting her slightly and then pushing her down again. My cock, wrapped in her folds, was ready to give out. I was very close to coming. And judging from the moans, growing into screams, Bella wasn't far off either.
"Edward, don't stop. Don't ever stop loving me like I love you!!!"
I upped the pace and groaned at the increasing friction. Her sex was squeezing my cock into an aching that spiked my movements. Pleasurable pain. I could feel my muscles coil, wound so tightly, release came unexpected and in one massive explosion.
"Bella, I love you, God how I love you!" I grunted as I came, feeling my seed spill inside her. She was breathing heavily as she convulsed around me, contracting against my cock, screaming my name in lust and adoration.
"Edward, oh God, Edward!"
Never had I felt this way before. Never. And I already craved more again, as our bodies were winding down from the sensations.
This wasn't like feeling the fresh blood of a prey gliding down my throat, a warm and satisfying reward for winning a game of hunter versus huntee.
This was more, so much more. It was everything.
Bella lay against my shoulder, our breathing staggering, uneven from the spiralling release.
Her heart pounding fiercely against my chest.
And then there was another sound, so small, so fragile. Unfamiliar. Like a symphony even my vampire hearing couldn't recognize.
A small, soft thudding, pulsing against Bella's warm chest.
For a second.
Then it was gone.
But it hadn't escaped Bella.
Nothing ever did.
"Your heart," she whispered.
"I could hear your heart."
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Alright, so they had sex. Well, it wasn't perfect, it'll probably take a few tries to get them to experiment a bit, but for a first time they managed. Emmett would be proud ;)
And yeah, that douche Jacob. He's everywhere. At least he didn't get into the way.
Next up: the carnival and the aftermath of sex.
R&R, please. Thanks for all your support so far.
