Hand in hand, they walked up the stairs, Bella swallowing back the feeling of nervousness that had risen in her throat.
At the top of the stairs, instead of turning left, towards the family bedrooms, Edward made a right turn, heading towards the guestrooms.
Bella was perplexed. Why wouldn't they head to Edward's room? Or to the master bedroom, maybe? She couldn't imagine why or how Edward would prefer to use a guest room.
They moved down the guest hall, past many doors. After passing at least dozen rooms on both sides of the hall, Edward finally slowed down, coming to a stop in front of one door. He pulled out a key from his waistcoat, unlocking the door and stepping back to let Bella enter first.
She was stunned, and felt like she had been transported to another century.
A four poster bed stood in the middle of the room, all four sides draped with a heavy red brocade that spanned about ten feet from the top of the canopy down to the floor. Gold thread had been woven into swirling designs and around the edges of the material, and it glinted in the firelight.
The bed looked like a cozy red box, warm and welcoming. It stood at the end of the room, diagonally across from a massive fireplace.
The fireplace was so large, at least 6 feet tall. It burned merrily, casting everything with a beautiful orange glow. Tapestries lined the walls, depicting hunt scenes and vistas of castle life.
A large bearskin rug sat in front of the fire, the bears jaws open in a silent roar.
An ancient looking wooden armory stood across from the fireplace, decorated with metal studs and filigree.
A wooden chair sat next to the fire, heavy and solid looking, the carvings and detail unmistakably centuries-old.
Other than that, the room was empty, it's massive walls decorated with tapestries but with only those few items of furniture.
"What is this room?" Bella asked, her eyes wide as she took in the scene.
"Do you like it?" Edward was watching her intently, trying to gauge her reaction.
Bella nodded. "It's so… medieval looking."
"Yes," Edward said. "I thought you might like it. It has been largely unchanged since the 1500's, when my ancestors built this place. Apart from a few tapestries we added because they looked too dated everywhere else."
Bella looked back at Edward. She was stunned at how he could be so cavalier. Only he would have such a precious hidden gem, and think it was no big deal.
"Shall we go in?" Edward asked.
Bella stepped forward, feeling like she and Edward had been transported through time, to their own little medieval oasis.
"I thought you would like it," Edward said. "I noticed that you tend to read lots of books about faraway lands, and this about as exotic as it gets in the Cullen manor."
Bella chuckled. "I love it. It's perfect."
Edward seemed pleased. "I'm glad. Also, it's… far away from my other guests." Edward locked the door behind him, then walked to the mantle, placing the key on top. He turned to face Bella, giving her a meaningful look. "So, we can make as much noise as we like."
He had said this last part softly, but there was no mistaking the intent behind it. Bella felt the nervousness rise in her throat like bile, and tried to swallow it back.
Edward put his hands in his pants pockets, and walked towards her, taking each step carefully, like a predator approaching his prey. His gaze was fixed on hers, and Bella found herself fixated by Edward's handsome face. He looked so attractive in the firelight.
As he approached, she remembered herself, and turned to look at the tapestry. She didn't want to encourage Edward, by giving him heated glances, and maybe a nice perusal of the art in the room would slow things down a bit.
"I've waited a long time for tonight, Bella." Edward's words were soft, but the meaning was quite clear.
Bella gulped. She knew exactly what he had been waiting for.
As she stared at the tapestry, she suddenly felt Edward's breath ghost along her ear. She flinched slightly, given away by the tickling sensation.
As much as Bella tried to compose herself, tried to look unruffled as she stared at the centuries-old hunt scene in front of her, it was hard to keep her composure when Edward bent down and placed a kiss next to her ear.
This was the spot, she had learned from her meetings with Edward, that always made her weak in the knees. The sensations it brought forth were overwhelming, especially when Edward used his tongue and teeth to alternately lave and nip at the skin there, then pulled back to breathe cool air on the spot.
Bella tried to tense her body, but it was no good. Without thinking, she tilted her head back, instinctively giving him more access to her neck.
Edward saw and took the opportunity. Instantly, his hand came up, one wrapping around the front of her stomach, the other gripping her waist. His grip was soft, but possessive, and there was no mistaking the intimacy of the hold.
Edward kept kissing her neck, moving down further, taking his time with each inch of her skin. Finally, he reached her collarbone, and Bella took a deep breath, only becoming aware of how her breath had pushed her breasts out against her corset when she heard Edward's intake of breath.
He gave her one final kiss, then lifted his head up. In the next moment, he rotated her around, his hands moving her waist gently.
Then, he dropped his hands, taking a couple steps back and away from her. He swept his eyes down the length of her body, lingering over her chest, waist, and hips, then back up to her face.
"You look so beautiful today," Edward said. "I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful in my life."
Bella blushed, and she forced herself to keep eye contact with Edward, and not look down at the ground.
Edward stepped forward again, and grasped around Bella's waist. He bent his head down, kissing her mouth. Closed at first, then he gently opened his lips, coaxing Bella's open.
Instantly, she tasted the delicious mulled pears that they had eaten for dessert, mixed with some of the champagne. She didn't know what kind of magic Edward had, but his mouth always seemed to taste delicious.
Edward moved his tongue against hers, and Bella moved her's back, timidly. The movement seemed to incite Edward, and he let out a low groan. Instantly, he picked her up, his arms reaching behind her waist, and pulled her against him, so that he didn't have to bend over for their mouths to meet.
Hoisted in the air, Bella's entire body was lined up against the length of Edward's. Since he was so much taller than her, her hips were in line with his stomach. Instantly, she felt his hardness, pressing against her upper thighs, insistently pushing against her.
Edward's kiss deepened, till it seemed that he was exploring every recess of her mouth. Bella wasn't quite sure where her lips ended and Edward's began, they were mashed together so closely.
Edward pulled back for a moment. "Put your arms around me," he said. His words came out in a hasty rush, before her had reconnected their kiss.
Bella realized that her hands had been hanging limply at her sides. She moved them up to his shoulders, pulling them around his neck.
It was amazing to her, feeling the thick contours of his muscles. His body was so different from her own, it was kind of shocking. Where she was soft and insubstantial, Edward was hard and strong. She couldn't help but run her hands along his muscles, feeling them bunch under her fingers.
Edward let out another loud groan, pulling her even closer against him, so that her waist was pulled almost painfully against him, lined up so that there wasn't a millimeter of free space between the two of them.
She could feel his member grow harder against her thighs, pressing more insistently through her skirts.
Suddenly, Edward pulled away, hoisting her up higher, so that her chest was level with his chin. Dipping his head down, he began kissing her décolletage, his lips landing on the soft curves of her breasts.
Bella was momentarily shocked, she let out a little gasp, and tried to pull back. But Edward seemed not to notice, kissing her fervently. She tugged at his hair and called his name, but this only seemed to spur him on. And as much as Bella worried about the licentiousness of this act, she couldn't deny that it felt incredible.
Edward tried to tug the bodice down with his mouth, but the material was too strong, bolstered by the heavy pearl embroidery. After several moments, of trying, Edward let out a frustrated sigh, and dropped Bella lightly to her feet.
"Turn around," he said, his voice sounded breathless and hurried.
Bella hesitated for a moment, trying to gauge Edward's impatience. And he looked very impatient indeed. After a second, Edward raised his eyebrows at her, and she turned around.
Instantly, Edward's fingers were on the buttons to her bodice, expertly undoing them. Bella's breath stopped- it was happening, right now. Unless she did something to stop it.
"Edward," she said, her voice shaky. "There's something I have to tell you."
Edward's fingers slowed, then stilled. "Can it wait?" he asked, his voice sounding edgy and fervent.
Bella shook her head, turning around to face Edward, pulling her bodice from his grasp.
"I'm afraid not," she said, hoping she looked as apologetic as she felt.
Edward ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it anxiously. His member stood out straight from his body, forming an alarmingly large tent at his crotch. His expression was anxious, and he looked like he was struggling for self control.
"What is it, Bella?" his voice was soft, understanding, but the breathlessness and pained expression gave away his impatience.
Bella looked down at the floor, unsure of how to phrase the revelation that she knew Edward wouldn't like.
"I've just… I've been thinking." Bella bit her lip, trying to work out the gentlest way to tell him. "And I'm afraid that us being man and wife, in that way, just isn't possible."
Edward looked almost darkly amused by her comment.
He cocked his head to the side, looking at her confusedly. "I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure I understand."
He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at it. "We were just married and you- you regret it?"
Bella shook her head. "No, it's not that! Not that at all."
Edward's grip on his hair tightened. "Then, you'll have to explain it. Because I'm not understanding it at all."
Bella bit her lip. She didn't want to get into the explicit discussion, but she realized there was no other way.
"I'm afraid that… there are some biological issues at hand…"
Bella looked hopefully at Edward, hoping that he understood what she was referencing.
But Edward's face was a blank mask, and he stared back, utterly perplexed.
Bella struggled to come up with the words. "What I mean to say is…" She twisted her hands together, playing with them nervously.
"What I mean to say is.."
With each growing moment, Edward was looking more and more offended.
"You're too big!"
Bella blurted it out without thinking, desperate to say something so that Edward would stop looking so hurt.
Edward's eyes widened, and he let out a short, shocked laugh. He looked relieved, almost flattered.
"Or I'm too small!" Bella continued. "I don't know which! All I know is that there's no way we can join!"
Edward, to Bella's astonishment, looked to be in good spirits, wearing a happy smile.
"Do you even realize, Bella, that you just paid me a huge compliment?"
Bella felt frustrated. She had just delivered some very serious news to Edward, about his own physical deformity, and yet he seemed not to be taking it seriously at all.
She kept her voice calm and impassive.
"Edward, I'm not quite sure you understood me. I said that us joining is not a possibility."
Edward took a step towards, her his expression becoming predatorial.
"No, I understood you. What I want to know is, how do you know that?"
Bella took a step back, concerned by Edward's nonchalant attitude.
"It doesn't matter-"
"It does matter," Edward said. "Answer the question." His eyes bore into hers, strong and hungry, like a lion sizing up its prey.
Bella paused, trying to think of how she knew. She had had this fear, this knowledge of Edward's oversizedness, for so long, that it was hard to think of the origins.
She racked her brain, tracing back her thought process- that night at the hotel. It was that night she had felt Edward against her, long and thick, pressing into her. And she had seen his outline, seen the largeness.
Bella looked back at Edward, prepared with her answer. But she saw from his expression, that he already knew as well.
His jaw flexed and he looked terribly hungry, completely focused on her.
"It was that night at the inn."
Edward took another step towards her.
"I know. It was when I was on top of you, pressed up against you, rubbing against your sweet center."
Bella blushed at the lewdness of his words.
"Edward!" She glared at him. "Yes, it was then."
"I remember it well," Edward's gaze contained so much. The shared memory of that night together, and the next one. The stolen glances, the sneaked meetings. It gave Bella a shiver just to think of these things, and she found herself feeling the same hunger that glowed in Edward's eyes.
But as Edward stepped towards her, Bella gained control of herself. She could not allow herself to be distracted by Edward's tempting overtures, by the hunger he arose in her. No, she had to stay focused on the issue at hand- their physical incompatibility. And she would not allow Edward to divert her.
"That's not the point," she said. "The point is, we cannot join. Physically, we are unsuitable."
Edward paused his movement towards her, letting out a light chuckle. Finally, he seemed to compose himself, looking at Bella with an expression of earnestness.
"Bella, I promise you, we are physical compatible. Very much so."
Bella bit her lip. As much as she wanted to believe him, common sense and knowledge of her body told her otherwise.
"I think you're wrong, Edward."
"Bella, I-" Edward paused, running his fingers through his hair. He looked as though he were searching for the right words to say. "I can promise you- I… have experience."
Bella understood at once the meaning of his words.
"I have been with other ladies before."
Bella looked down at the floor, feeling like she had been slapped. Logically, she knew Edward had been with others before her. But the idea of Edward joining with someone else, kissing some society snob like Lady Wellington- well, it felt like a physical pain.
"Bella, I can tell you that it may hurt you, at first," Edward said. "It may not be comfortable."
Bella bristled at his words. First he told her that he had been with others, and now he was telling her that it would cause her pain. She had always wanted an honest husband, but Edward wasn't exactly persuading her to get in his bed.
"But I can promise you that I will never," Edward had taken steps towards Bella, and he reached out, touching her arms gently. "Never, do anything to hurt you or damage you. Never. Not on purpose."
Bella looked up, staring up at Edward's face, which was solemn. She could tell from his expression that he meant every word.
"Now, I want to join with you, as your husband. I want to know you in every way, which involves this way too. If you will just trust me, Bella."
Bella bit her lip. Edward's words struck a chord with her. She knew that joining with him would cause pain. He was simply too big for it not to.
But from the earnest, serious expression on Edward's face, she knew that he had meant it when he said he would never hurt her on purpose. Edward was kind and protective of her, which is more than most wives could even ask for. She had to, as his wife, trust him.
She looked up and met Edward's eye. "Alright. I trust you."
Edward looked relieved.
Edward bent down, pressing his lips to hers. "Thank you, Bella."
He straightened up, dropping his hands to his sides.
"Now, if you would," he said. "Please turn around."
Bella swallowed, feeling the nervousness rush back. Even still, she did as he asked, turning her back to Edward.
Instantly, he went to work on the rest of the buttons, unfastening them with lightening speed. In a matter of seconds, her gown was open in the back.
"Raise your arms."
Bella hesitated for a moment, then lifted her arms towards the ceiling.
Edward tugged on the ends of her sleeves, pulling the gown over her head. Since the bodice was attached to her overskirt, it came off as well, the gauzy silk brushing against Bella's face as it passed by.
Edward carefully draped the gown over the ancient looking wooden chair, spreading it across the arms. A part of Bella wanted to rush over and pick it up, properly hanging it up in the armoire, as the material was so fine and expensive. But she was simply too nervous for such a task- it was all she could do to keep herself standing still, now her torso covered only by her corset and thin chemise.
Edward untied her bum roll, his deft fingers working quickly. He tossed it on top of her gown, on the chair.
Then he reached around, undoing he petticoats which were tied at the front of Bella's waist.
Because of their height difference, Edward's hunched position brought his face right next to hers, his chest pressed against her back. Bella could feel his hot breath on her ear, tickling the skin. It sent a shiver down her spine that Bella did her best to control. But she could feel, in Edward's slight chuckle, that he had felt it.
His muscular arm came around her front, pressing insistently against her stomach as he untied the strings, and Bella felt that familiar hunger arise in her, underneath her nervousness. She was so anxious, so full of uncertainty, that she was shocked she could feel anything else. But that hunger was unmistakable, the same mysterious craving in her lower stomach that she seemed only to feel around Edward.
Edward seemed to take longer untying her petticoats than he did her bum roll, but after a few moments it was off. Edward pulled back, exhaling one final, shiver-inducing breath onto Bella's neck, before moving to the fireplace and laying the petticoats carefully on top of the bum roll.
Edward moved back to his spot behind Bella, and unbuttoned the fastenings to her pannier, the sturdy little caged underskirt that gave the dress it's full shape. He had it undone in a few seconds, and tossed it onto the pile of clothes in the chair, which glinted in the firelight, a small mountain of expensive fabrics.
Bella shivered. She stood, wearing only her corset and the thin chemise underneath, more naked than she had ever been in front of a man. The corset was sill constricting her body, forming a tiny waist and flaring out to her hips. Bella was well aware that once these came off, she would be totally, completely nude.
"I'm going to untie your corset now," Edward said. His voice was gentle, but a bit gruff, low with the same kind of hunger that Bella felt. Though Edward's was in greater volume.
Bella felt a moment of surprise. She had assumed that Edward would call in a servant to do this task. Other than the dressmaker, she had never heard of a man who was adept at dressing women, who knew how to fasten a corset.
But Bella felt the lacings loosen slightly, and she could feel Edward working away. He loosened the strings with expert speed, pulling them out easily. It was in this moment that Bella realized the accuracy of his statement that, "he had been with other ladies before."
The surety of his hands, the skill and familiarity with the task of unlacing a corset, was something that could only come from experience. And Bella had to guess, given his comfort level, that he had done it several times before.
In record time, Edward had the corset fully undone. Bella felt it sag down to her hips, and she let out a little gasp, at the daunting prospect of what came next.
"Raise your hands," Edward said. His voice was commanding, confident, but a bit shaky. Bella felt almost as though she could feel his hunger- his tone was that of someone who had been starving for food, and had come across a large roast beef of which he was dying for a bite.
After a moment's pause, Bella raised them up. She felt the brush spread across her cheeks as Edward pulled the corset over her head, carefully navigating it over her intricate bun.
Edward added the corset to the pile of clothes.
"Turn around," he said.
Bella swallowed, feeling the nervousness rising in her throat, tasting like bile.
She forced herself to turn and face Edward, willing herself to look him in the eye and not stare at the floor.
"I'm going to take your chemise off now," Edward said.
Bella nodded. She felt lightheaded with all the anxiety.
"Raise your hands above your head."
Bella hesitated for a moment. All her fear rushed back. She had never been naked before a man, never joined with one. She didn't know if she was ready for Edward to see her in the nude, and the act which would surely follow after.
But Edward had reassured her that he would do everything in his power to keep her from hurting. And she supposed the only option she had was to trust him.
She closed her eyes and lifted her hands up, stretching them towards the ceiling.
Edward took a step towards her, watching her face as he did so. He bent to his knees, and placed a hand on her hip, which he trailed gently down to the hem of her shift. He began to slowly pull the dress upwards, revealing her skin one inch at a time.
Bella's eyes were closed tightly. But with each moment that passed, she felt her curiosity growing. Edward was taking so long to get her shift off, Bella couldn't help but wonder what the hold up was.
Unable to resist, she opened her eyes and looked down at Edward. who was crouching down in front of her.
He was crouching in front of her, and his eyes were focused on her legs, taking in each exposed inch as he pulled the hem slowly up. His expression was reverent and careful, almost as if he were appraising some priceless piece of porcelain that could easily break if he touched it too forcefully.
When Bella looked down at Edward, he looked up, meeting her gaze.
As he stared into her eyes, Bella felt the cold air hit her backside. Edward edged it up slowly, never breaking their stare.
As the chemise moved over her stomach, Edward's fingers ghosted the skin there, barely brushing it as he moved past. Bella let out a gasp, unused to the feeling of someone touching her bare stomach.
But she found, despite how self conscious she was feeling, she was unable to break Edward's gaze. She was enraptured, hypnotized, as he brought the garment over her ribs, then pulled it out to fit over her breasts.
"Close your eyes," Edward said.
Bella was glad he had given her this warning, as it awoke her from her reverie. Otherwise, she was quite certain she would have stayed staring listlessly as Edward lifted the gown over her head.
Bella closed her eyes, feeling the cold night air hit her breasts and then the chemise pull over her face, with Edward angling it carefully so it didn't hit her hair or nose.
The gown ghosted over her arms, then finally was off.
Bella brought her arms down to her sides, but she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes.
She felt her blush burn her cheeks, fighting the urge to cover herself. She knew that Edward was standing across from her, taking in her body. And the last thing she wanted to do was look at him, to make eye contact as she stood nude in front of him.
Across from her, Edward was silent. She found herself wanting him to order her to do something, to tell her where to go. Anything to distract her from her nakedness.
But Edward said nothing, and made no movement.
Bella felt her curiosity growing until she could bear it no longer.
She opened her eyes, desperate to see what Edward was doing.
Edward stood across from her, the bunched up white chemise in one hand, his eyes running up and down her body.
He looked almost entranced, like he was lost in another world, his eyes moving slowly over her form.
She immediately reached up, covering her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other.
This seemed to shake Edward from his reverie, and he looked up to her face, finally taking in her expression.
Instantly, Bella realized how rude she had been. He was her husband, and yet she was hiding herself from him.
Of course, Edward was well within his rights to pick her up and throw her on the bed, to have his way with her whether she liked it or not. To disrespect him by covering herself was surely an egregious transgression.
And yet, she couldn't make herself release her arms. The way Edward had been staring at her form, studying her- it was too much focus. Too much attention.
Bella was used to feeling invisible- she had felt that way her whole life, and gotten quite used to it.
And then Edward had come along, and he seemed to want to know every part of her. Parts of her that she wanted to cover up, parts that she was afraid to reveal.
And her naked form was one of those.
"Bella." Edward's tone was gentle, but disapproving. He looked almost disappointed, like a teacher who had been let down by their favorite pupil. "Don't cover yourself from me."
Bella squirmed, unsure of what to do. She didn't want to make Edward upset, but she didn't want to reveal herself either.
Edward tossed the chemise onto the pile of clothes on the chair, and took a step towards her, closing the gap between them so that only a few inches separated them. He reached out and softly clasped Bella's wrist, pulling it away from her body and down to her side.
At first, Bella had put up some slight resistance. But Edward's touch and eyes were gentle, and she knew that she was being silly. She allowed her arm to drop, and didn't resist at all when Edward moved her other arm.
"I want to see you, Bella," Edward said. He bent down, until his mouth was next to hers. "My Bella."
Edward's breath ghosted on her lips, then he leaned in, sealing them together in a kiss.
Bella felt acutely stiff and uncomfortable at first, every inch of her aware of her nakedness and vulnerability.
But Edward's lips were skillful, and he managed to add his tongue to the equation, gently probing her mouth with it until she allowed him entrance.
After some time of kissing, Bella found herself distracted. She was still acutely aware of her own nakedness, but she could also feel that hunger building within her again, that hunger which demanded fulfillment and urged her to kiss Edward deeply.
Just as she began to get lost in the kiss, Edward began pulling away. He gave her shoulders one last squeeze as he did so, then stepped back a couple of feet.
From this distance, he resumed his perusal of her form, his gaze moving lazily over her body.
Bella saw the muscle in his cheek flex, and he licked his bottom lip, his tongue darting out quickly to moisten the area. Then he bit down on it, chewing on the lower lip, his eyes moving solemnly over her.
He was the picture of self control, deprivation. If you had painted his picture, and told people that it was a man dying of hunger staring at a Sunday roast, they would have most certainly believed you.
His hands bunched into little fists at his sides, like he was trying to hold himself back.
Bella forced herself to remain still, even though every instinct screamed at her to cover herself. She allowed Edward to look, watching him as he studied every feature.
"I cannot wait any longer," Edward said. His voice was gruff, lower than usual, and dripping with hunger and deprivation.
He walked to the edge of the bed, taking a seat on the red brocade. He bent over and began pulling off his boots and stockings, tossing each to the side of the room when he finished.
He stood and walked back to Bella, undoing the buttons to his tailcoat with each step. Once it hung open, he pulled it off, tossing it on top of Bella's clothes.
Edward stood across from Bella, watching her, as he untied his neckcloth. Bella looked down at the floor, trying not to seem too brazen as Edward got undressed. She could feel her own nervousness growing, as she realized what was going to happen once Edward got undressed.
Bella heard the sound of the neckcloth landing on top of the clothes, followed by another item, presumably Edward's shirt.
She could feel the blush burning in her cheeks, as she realized that Edward was now naked, wearing only his breeches.
But once again, Edward was silent, no movement.
Bella stared at the wall, willing that she could be somewhere, anywhere, else.
"Look at me."
Edward's voice was gruff, commanding.
Bella had no choice. She swallowed the nervousness that had risen in her throat, and forced herself to look at him.
Her eyes widened immediately upon seeing him.
Though she had seen it before, she was quite certain she could see Edward a hundred times and not get used to his form. It was so…. different from hers. So masculine.
The only thing she could compare it to would be a statue of a Greek god that the Cullens had in their library. The statue's muscles were sinewed and lanky, projecting strength and youth.
That was what Edward's body looked like, but it was even more pronounced. His arms were corded with lean muscle, and his abdomen was divided into about eight separate little boxes. A deep V bisected his hips, pointing down towards his nether region.
His chest was strong, powerful. His whole body was.
Bella had to hold back a gasp, stunned by the beauty of Edward's form. When she looked back up at Edward's face, his eyes looked victorious, ecstatic- and yet even hungrier than they had been before.
Edward held her gaze, staring back. He reached down, and slowly began undoing the buttons to his breeches.
Bella held his gaze, feeling her nervousness grow with every second. She was mere moments away from being across from a naked man, and from the act that would surely follow.
But Edward moved slowly. In contrast to his haste when undressing Bella, he seemed perfectly content to take his time, staring at Bella as he lazily unhooked each fastening.
Finally, the last button was out. Edward paused, then moved his hands to his hips. He hooked his thumbs into the top of his breeches, then bent over at the waist.
He shoved them down, and they landed with a soft thump on the ground.
Bella felt a wave of nervousness swim over her. She was now standing across from a naked man. A man who had every legal right to take her as he saw fit, whenever he wanted.
She felt sweat pour into her palms, dreading the moment that Edward would begin walking towards her, or order her to come to him.
And yet, Edward said nothing, simply standing across from her, holding her gaze.
Seconds passed, and Bella found herself wondering what Edward was going to do. She had been certain he would be trying to couple now- that, now he was naked, it would be the only thing on his mind.
And yet, he stood still, calmly watching Bella as she stared back at him.
Bella felt the nervousness start to dissolve, replaced with confusion, and a kind of curiosity.
Without Edward ordering her to look at his member, she found herself wondering what it looked like. If she didn't make a move, and Edward seemed perfectly content to stand across from her all night, would she ever be able to see it?
Bella pushed the thought away, reminding herself that virtuous women didn't wonder about the appearance of the male member.
And yet, the nagging sense of curiosity was growing stronger by the moment.
Bella was sure she would be satisfied if she could take just one peek- one small glance, just to see what it looked like.
And yet, Edward was watching her so carefully, his eyes on hers. If she were to break the eye contact and look down, he would know exactly what she was doing.
Bella found herself wishing he would look away for a moment. That someone would knock on the door or throw a rock at the window, and he would be distracted. Any kind of momentary lapse so she could glance at his snake and satisfy her curiosity. After all, a glance was all she needed.
Bella began to fidget, bringing her hands together and wringing them, trying to get rid of the awkward tension and overbearing curiosity she felt.
Edward raised his eyebrows at her, and Bella wondered if he could tell what she was thinking, what she was trying to control.
And suddenly, she could bear it no longer.
She allowed her eyes to drop downwards, and felt an instant sense of relief, similar to the feeling of setting down a heavy object.
But upon landing on Edward's crotch, Bella's eyes widened. She reached a hand up to cover her mouth, which had fallen open in surprise.
It was huge. Standing proudly at the intersection of Edward's legs, at least 8 inches. It was thick and long, and erect, standing proudly in the night air.
Under Bella's inspection, it gave a little jump, growing a bit in size, and Bella let out a gasp.
Instantly, she remembered herself, and dropped her hand to her side, raising her eyes up to meet Edward's, hoping against hope that he had somehow missed her appraisal of him.
But when she met Edward's gaze, there was no mistaking that he had seen it all. His hunger was increased tenfold, his jawline flexing with the tension of restraint. And his expression, though pained with hunger, was cocky, like a man who had just won a duel.
"Come here," Edward said.
Bella gulped. Seeing Edward's member, it was just as large as she had imagined. Maybe even larger. And just as intimidating looking.
But there was something about it that spurred a hunger in her, that made her want to get closer to Edward. Even if that was stupid, even if it would cause her pain. It was what she wanted.
Still, the nervousness threaded through her, reminding her of her reservations.
But, Edward had given her a command, and as his wife, she had to do as he asked.
Tentatively, she stepped forward, biting her lip. She paused, staring at Edward. he was looking at her intently, and ever so often his jawline would flex, giving away the tension and hunger he was feeling.
She forced herself to step forward again, repeating this process until she was only a couple of feet away from him.
He stared down at her, and Bella felt acutely aware of the large member that was in between them, that jutted out from Edward's body.
"I love you, Bella."
He stepped forward, closing the gap between them, and bent down, kissing her mouth. His hand went up and around her head, threading in her hair. After a few moments, Bella felt herself relax, and Edward deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past her lips. They kissed like this for several moments, and Bella felt herself getting lost in the moment, focusing on the wonderful sensations Edward was drawing forth. As the tenseness left her body, Edward's other hand moved around, settling on her lower back, pulling her gently towards him.
Bella stiffened slightly, shocked by the feeling of Edward's hand on her bare skin. But Edward kept his hand there, resting it against her back, and after a few moments, Bella relented, getting used to the strange sensation.
Edward kissed her deeply, exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth. His hand which had been holding her head moved downwards, resting on her neck and drawing slow circles there, eliciting a rush of sensation.
Bella became lost in the kiss, the delicious feelings that Edward was stirring in her. She was so enraptured, that she didn't notice Edward's hand snaking lower, until she felt it cupping her bottom.
She let out a gasp and made a move to pull away slightly, but Edward's grip was firm. He merely deepened the kiss, holding her head steady and moving his tongue against hers.
After a moment of panic, Bella felt herself relax again, getting used to the feeling of Edward's hand touching her bum. He held it loosely at first, resting his hand there. Then, as Bella's body relaxed, his movements increased, until he had a good handful of her bottom, almost kneading the soft flesh there.
As foreign as the sensation was, Bella had to admit it was not unpleasant. No, Edward's movements on her bum seemed to shift something down below, steadily increasing her hunger. She found that she didn't care about being wanton- the hunger was growing so overwhelming with every movement of Edward's hand.
Bella found herself kissing Edward back with desperation, her own hunger for him growing in response. This seemed to set something off in Edward, and he let out a groan, before moving his hand from Bella's bottom, and moving it to her breast.
Bella felt the shock of Edward's hand's displacement. But before she had time to pull way, Edward was moving on her breast, feeling and tickling the skin there, and she felt the hunger jump within her once more.
Edward's hand moved to her bother breast, doing the same movement, and Bella felt the hunger coiling up inside her, growing to a distracting level. Without thinking, she pressed herself into Edward's hand, so that her breast swelled against his.
Edward let out another groan, this one even louder than before, and in the next second, his head was away from hers, her mouth left hanging open, no longer connected to Edward.
Before she had time to realize what was happening, she suddenly felt Edward's wet mouth on her breast. She let out a gasp, pulling away at the strange sensation, but Edward had anticipated this, and his hands had quickly come around, one cupping her bottom and the other pressing her upper back into him, locking her in place.
The sensation of Edward's warm mouth was overwhelming, and Bella gave a little jerk, totally not in control of her body. Her breasts bounced with the small movement, and Edward groaned again, before raising his head up and moving to her other breast, laving her nipple. With the sudden absence of Edward from her first breast, the cold air hit it, causing a rush of sensation, with the hotness of his mouth replaced by the chill of the night air.
Bella let out a groan, stunned by the force of the feeling. She looked down and saw Edward looked back up, watching her. She pulled back a little, made suddenly aware of herself by Edward's gaze. But Edward held her firmly, and moved back to the first breast.
Bella found herself unable to look away, held by Edward's gaze. Suddenly, she felt a slight sting on her nipple. Edward pulled back slightly, and saw him carry her nipple with him, lightly grasping it between his teeth. He pulled it out, stretching the skin there just slightly, then released it, and Bella watched, open mouthed, as it bounced back into place.
Bella felt her knees go weak. The hunger inside her ramped up terribly, and she was caught between that sensation and the feeling that she had just witnessed, just been apart of, something totally obscene.
Bella closed her eyes, hoping to prevent herself from witnessing anymore of Edward's licentious
acts, and tried to pull back again. Before she had a chance, she felt Edward's mouth cover her other breast, and the same burst of cool air to the previous one. Bella felt the familiar sting, and she could guess what Edward was doing. But this time, there was no relief, just the slight pinch of feeling her nipple as it was pulled away from her.
She wanted to squirm away, to pull back, but she dared not to. She knew what that would mean for her nipple, and she didn't want to test it's stretchiness. So she was trapped in place, avoiding looking at Edward, and wondering when he would release her breast from it's captivity.
Finally, she could bear it no longer, and looked down, wondering what was taking Edward so long.
As soon as Bella's eyes were open and she had focused on Edward, he released her breast, and she watched it bounce back in place yet again, its enthusiastic movement prurient in the extreme.
Bella moved her hands up, pushing against Edward's chest, trying to move him backwards. But Edward was like a rock, it was as though he didn't even feel her.
He brought his head to her other breast, biting it and letting it go, watching her face as she reacted to his movements.
Bella felt her mouth fall open, stunned by the sensuality of Edward's actions. They felt so good, but she couldn't help but feel that what they were doing was totally prurient and against decency.
Edward moved his head to her other breast, and Bella felt as though she had to do something, had to stop Edward from these movements which were awakening her own licentiousness. She moved her hands to his hair, trying to pull him back, away. But when he pulled at her nipple, she didn't want to risk pulling him out any further, and she simply tightened her fingers, pulling at his hair half in an attempt to get him to move and half in unfettered desire that she could not control.
Her pulling his hair seemed only to excite Edward further, and he laved at her other breast, letting his tongue curl around her nipple several times before pulling it back. When Bella looked down, she saw her breast was slightly reddened near the tips. It looked almost inflamed, the skin probably shocked by the sudden range of activity when before today it had never been touched except to be washed.
Bella looked at the reddened skin, and her eyes widened. It was a testament, a scarlet letter of sorts, to her activities with Edward. She looked back at Edward, and she saw that he had taken her reaction in, and he was now looking at her intently. As she looked back, Edward released her breast, and it bounced scandalously into place.
Edward moved his mouth to the other breast, and Bella felt she could take no more. It was too much, the hunger in her building to an almost unbearable level.
Without thinking, Bella tipped her head back, and called out Edward's name. She felt desperate, wanting to make him stop. But her voice was shaky, and a bit breathless and Edward's name ended up cracking in the delivery, making her sound like the wanton trollop that Edward was trying to make her into.
In an instant, Edward had released her breast, and he had moved his head up, until it was next to hers. He pulled her to him, grasping her head and pressing his lips against hers.
In the next moment, Bella found herself hoisted off the ground, her feet dangling in the air. Her breasts were mashed against Edward's muscular chest, and they were slightly sore and engorged, standing at attention from all the activity. Bella could feel Edward's member pressed against her thighs, which were carefully held together by Bella.
Bella gave a small start at the feeling of his member against her. It felt slightly wet, just barely, which Bella had not been expecting. She wondered how or why it felt this way, but she was also glad… it certainly made it more comfortable to have an eight inch rod pressing against you when it was at least slightly moistened.
Edward's arms encircled her waist, pulling her firmly against him, as he ravished her mouth with his own. Bella's raised her hands, placing them on Edward's shoulders, trying to get some purchase. She knew that Edward was strong, but it was still scary to be lifted off the ground, totally dependent on Edward.
When Bella's hands rested on Edward's shoulder, he let out a low groan, pulling her tighter against him. One of his hands moved down her body, cupping her behind, sinking into the softness there. His member seemed to grow bigger, more insistent, against Bella. She kept her thighs pressed together for dear life, afraid to open them and allow that huge thing near her core.
Edward continued to kiss her, grasping at the soft flesh of her bottom and exploring her mouth with his tongue. He began to walk, and Bella felt her bottom and breasts jiggle with his movements. Edward let out a groan, and she felt his member move against her.
Before she had time to think, Edward had lowered her onto the bed. Bella felt a moment of panic- she knew what the bed was for, what would happen next.
The hunger that Edward had awakened in her had distracted her from the ultimate task that she was facing. Edward was going to try to join with her, to stick his huge snake inside of her. And though she trusted that Edward believed what he said when he had said they would be able to lie together, she thought he had no true idea of how very small she was in comparison to him. Maybe other women had been built normally, with an opening large enough to accommodate Edward's largeness. But Bella was quite sure she was not, and she didn't' want to face the experience of Edward trying to squeeze something inside her when it would not fit.
But Bella had no chance to voice her fears- Edward never let his mouth leave hers. He had lowered her gently onto the bed, keeping his lips sealed to hers, until she was lying against the blankets, with Edward hovering on top of her.
Now she had some purchase between them, some space. She wasn't' directly pressed against Edward's member, and Bella found herself grateful for that. Bella felt Edward's hand snake up the back her head. By now, with all the activity, some of Bella's tresses had fallen down, leaving the bun half-up and half-down. Edward interlaced his fingers with her hair, threading them through the locks, as he kissed her.
Edward's other hand gave her bottom one last squeeze, kneading the softness there. Then, she felt it move over her hip. Suddenly, instead of moving up, Bella felt it traveling downwards. She froze, her movements totally still underneath Edward, when she felt his hand make contact with her core.
Bella let out a gasp, and in the next moment Edward had pressed his fingers there, touching her in the most intimate place. Bella clamped her legs together, suddenly aware that they had fallen open just slightly, just enough for Edward to move in.
But this only succeeded in trapping Edward's hand there, and he was still able to move his fingers, which he did, moving them in a gentle circle that made Bella's hunger spike violently.
She let out a desperate gasp, squirming and trying to pull away, but Edward wouldn't stop the movement. He pressed at the front of Bella's core, and something there became awakened, became heightened.
It was so strange, this sensation. She let out a garbled moan, and Edward groaned in response, his hand tightening in her hair.
Bella felt herself arching up- whether it was to move herself away from Edward below, or to pull herself closer to him, she wasn't sure. But her breasts brushed against Edward's chest, and he let out a loud groan, his kiss deepening.
Bella kept her legs clamped together, even though it didn't seem to be helping. Part of her wanted to rear back, to break the kiss, but there was no where to go. She was essentially trapped against Edward, his one hand holding her head in place with the other working its magic down below.
As Bella felt the hunger spike yet again, she unconsciously loosened her legs a bit. In the second she realized she had done it, suddenly Edward was no longer in front of her, his mouth gone from hers.
In the next second, Bella felt Edward's hands come on either side of her legs, and he was opening them up.
Before she had time to say anything, or even to resist, Edward had her legs spread open, and his head was between her thighs. In the next moment, Bella felt the most amazing, strange sensation down below, that she had ever felt in her life.
She instantly bucked her hips upward, as if trying to buck Edward off, letting out a startled gasp.
She clamped her legs together, but again, Edward was already in place- it did nothing to dislodge him from his spot.
"Edward!" Bella gasped out. "What are you doing?!"
Her voice sounded slightly panicked, which Bella felt. As she looked down, and saw Edward's head nestled between her thighs, and felt a wetness against her core, she could only imagine that Edward was tasting her, in her most intimate place. The humiliation, the idea of Edward seeing that part of her so closely- it was too much to bear!
Bella reached down, pushing her hands against Edward's head and trying to dislodge him.
"Edward you can't do that-"
Bella's words were cut off as Edward gave her a firm lick, which sent her bucking into the air yet again, taking Edward with her.
She let out a loud moan, and one hand moved to grip the bedspread.
"What are you- Edward-"
Bella found that she had lost the ability to speak. She seemed unable to think of simple words, to even come up with a coherent thought. All thoughts and other sensations had been taken from her, all feeling relegated to that spot at her core.
Bella felt Edward's hands come up to grasp her thighs. Slowly but firmly, he began to pull them apart.
Bella resisted, trying to push them back together. But it was as though Edward didn't even feel her movements, like he was moving a small object back into place.
"Edward, you can't-"
Edward suddenly placed one very long, very insistent lick against her core, and Bella felt all words leave her. Her body convulsed again, bucking under Edward's grasp.
The hunger seemed to have spiked in her, and when she felt it subside, she decided that she would have to say something, now, before Edward had the chance to do it again.
She propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at Edward with what she hoped was a fearsome and commanding look.
"Edward," Bella heard that her voice was shaky. "I must insist that you-"
Edward had looked up to make eye contact when Bella said his name, and then slowly dipped his head down, moving over her body with a slow, languorous lick, his eyes never leaving hers, cutting off her words.
Bella felt her hands bunch into fists, grasping the covers, shocked by the hunger that his actions had curved in her. Not just from the sensation, but from watching Edward do it, his eyes focused on hers, his gaze reverent but also mischievous.
"Edward, I-" Bella felt her voice give way as he lavished her with another lick.
She propped herself back up, again making eye contact, watching as he dipped down against her. Before she had a chance to finish her though, Edward had licked her again, and the only words she could say were, "I can't!", called out loudly and desperately to the canopy of the bed.
Bella felt weak, tired of trying to escape this exquisite torture, and she let her body go limp, allowing Edward to hold her legs open to his discretion, and feeling her body wracked each time he licked her. She still found it to be a prurient, distasteful thing, but there was no sense in fighting. She knew that every time she tried to voice her opposition, Edward would silence her with his tongue.
So she was left, grasping the sheets, trying to prevent the wild bucking that her body seemed to innately do when Edward licked over her.
After a time, Edward added his fingers back, moving them around inside of her, alternately pressing them against her in circles and dipping them inside of her. Though Bella felt this was incredibly licentious, she didn't have the energy to even struggle. She was so overwhelmed, trying to cling on to her sanity as she felt the hunger building inside of her.
Bella felt the hunger build up to a crescendo, and she began to gasp, unsure of what was happening.
"Edward, you can't!" she called out. "Something is happening and I can't-"
Bella's last ditch attempt to get out of it was silenced by one of Edward's licks. And with one more, Bella felt herself go over the edge. She felt her whole body stiffen, and she felt as though she had left it. Like she had traveled up several feet into the air, her whole essence feeling light and otherworldly. The energy shot through her body, down her legs and up her torso, and all the hunger she had been feeling suddenly felt like wonderful magic.
Bella felt the crescendo happening, a moment of pure bliss, and then she felt it winding down. Before she had time to truly come down, she felt a sharp pain in her core, which brought her instantly down to earth.
Opening her eyes, she looked up to see Edward hovering over her. His brow glistened with sweat, and the muscles on his arms stood out, as if he were trying to restrain himself.
Confused, she looked down, trying to find the source of the pain.
And to her shock, she saw Edward joined with her, his member sticking some of the way inside of her. It was not all the way- several inches of his member were still clearly visible. But some of the way- the tip and another inch or so had disappeared inside of her, and were presumably causing the pain she felt below.
Bella looked up to Edward, an expression of panic on her face.
"What's happening?" she asked.
Edward's jaw twitched, and she got the distinct feeling that he was trying to restrain himself.
"We just- we're joining Bella," Edward said. His voice was hoarse and labored- he sounded like someone who was in genuine pain.
"I- but-," Bella didn't know what to say first. "But you're too big."
Edward gritted his teeth. "I'm not too big for you, Bella. See? I already fit a little bit."
Bella looked down, at the place where they were joined. "Not all the way," she said.
Edward bit his lip. He looked like he was using every last ounce of restraint in his body. "I'm letting you adjust, Bella. It will fit in all the way."
Bella frowned. "No, I don't think it will."
She shifted her lower half, trying to see how Edward would fit in her, what it felt like. The truth was, it felt odd, like something was lodged in her body, a foreign object. The pain had subsided slightly but it was still not a comfortable feeling, certainly not a pleasant one.
Edward quickly moved his hand down, frantically grasping her hip to stop her movement.
"Bella," he gasped out. "You must stop."
Bella looked down, seeing that her movements had already fed another little bit of him inside of her- not a lot, but still.
"You must lie still." The veins on Edward's neck were standing out, and he looked like a man who was desperate.
"Why?" Bella asked. She was thoroughly confused. The warm, content feelings she had had after Edward licked her had started to go away, and now she was left wondering why Edward had placed himself only partially in her. He looked to be in pain, and if it was hurting him, she would be more than happy for him to withdraw.
"Because," Edward said. It looked as though each word caused difficulty for him. "It feels too good."
This was probably the least eloquent thing Bella had ever heard Edward say, and she could only wonder as to what Edward was feeling, to make him react this way.
"What was that…. thing," she asked. "That I felt just now?"
Edward swallowed. "That was your pleasure, Bella."
"And why," Bella shifted slightly, still not used to the feeling of a foreign object down below. She stopped when Edward let out a gasp. "Did you join with me when I was feeling that? I didn't know you were doing that."
Edward grimaced. "Because it would be less painful for you," he said.
"If it's painful for you, and painful for me, why are we doing this?" Bella asked. "I told you, I'm simply to small for you."
Edward let out a labored breath. "It's not painful for me. It's painful for you, because you're a virgin. I wanted it to-" Edward looked completely distracted. "To not hurt for you."
Before Bella could ask another question, Edward moved his hand back, bracing it next to her head. "I'm going to go deeper now," he said.
Without giving her a moment to prepare, Edward pushed forward, pressing himself further into her. Bella let out a gasp. She felt a sharp pain, and grimaced, wanting to squirm away from the feeling but realizing that that would do no good.
Bella closed her eyes, and after some moments, the pain began to subside. She looked down, staring at the place where they were joined. Her mouth fell open in shock. He was a couple of inches further inside of her, about a third of the way in. It was so odd, so strange to see them connected in that way. His member, inside of her. She stared at the sight openmouthed, marveling at the fact that they were joined.
When she looked back up at Edward, he was watching her intently, his face looking desperately hungry.
When she made eye contact, Edward groaned and looked away. "You're killing me, Bella," he said.
Bella felt alarm- she didn't want to hurt Edward, and he seemed seriously in pain. "Am I hurting you Edward?" She shifted underneath him, trying to find a spot that would alleviate the feeling.
Edward frantically reached down and took her hip, holding it in place with a grip as firm and unyielding as iron.
His jawline twitched, "No, you're not Bella. But please-" his voice broke a little, sounding shaky. "I'm trying to go slow, for your sake."
Bella could tell, by the urgency in his voice, that he meant it. She felt a fear rise in her. What was going to happen next? Would it hurt terribly? It must, since Edward was so concerned.
"Bella, I can wait no longer," Edward said. His tone was gruff, a bit desperate. "Can you spread your legs a bit more?"
Bella hesitated, unsure of whether she should do it. She certainly was in no position to negotiate, but she wasn't sure if she wanted Edward to take that final plunge, to put those extra inches inside of her.
But before she had a chance to say anything, Edward's own legs nudged hers open, and then he was pressing into her. Bella felt pain again, but not as bad as the first time.
As Edward lowered himself totally into her, she felt the sharp bite of pain, as well as a sensation of being totally full. Like, overfull. As though she were overflowing with Edward, as though he had invaded every inch of her.
His strong arms came around her, and Bella's small gasp of pain was drowned out by Edward's lips, which pressed against hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring, and one of his hands slipped down, feeling her breast and massaging it. It was still a bit sore from earlier, but Bella couldn't help but enjoy the sensation of Edward moving his hand there. She didn't have the largest breasts, they were just more than a handful, but under Edward's touch they seemed to swell up proudly.
Edward held the rest of himself still, kissing her and moving his hand against her breasts. Bella did her best not to move in response. She felt Edward's hand move down her breasts and over her stomach, and Bella wanted to say something to Edward, to tell him not to touch her core, as she was still sore from the penetration.
But with Edward's mouth on hers, she couldn't voice anything, and in a second, she felt Edward's hand touch the same spot it had before. Suddenly, he was moving his fingers in gentle circles, and Bella felt the same hunger she had had before.
She tried hard not to move her hips, but arched her lower body up, pressing her breasts against Edward's chest, which elicited a groan.
Bella tried to pull away from the kiss, to warn Edward that the sensations he was causing in her were making her want to move. But Edward's kiss was intense and thorough, and there was no where for her to go.
Edward kept moving his hand below, and in some time, Bella could resist it no longer. She bucked her hips up against Edward's, unable to stop herself from the desperate movement.
Edward let out a groan, and pulled his head back.
"Open your legs a little more, Bella," he said. "I'm about to move."
Edward pressed his mouth to hers again, and Bella felt Edward move within her. His legs moved hers open a bit more, and suddenly Edward was plunging himself in and out, moving slowly.
Bella let out a gasp. The pain was heightened at first, making the sensation distinctly uncomfortable.
But after some moments, Bella found that tight hunger coiling up in her again, fighting against the pain, willing her to move against him.
She resisted for a bit, forcing herself to lie still, as Edward had said. Until she could bear it no longer. She gave a hesitant buck, circling her hips around, and Edward let out a large groan.
Suddenly, his kiss deepened and his movements picked up. His fingers on her core began to move faster, and his thrusting picked up speed. Bella found her breasts moving up and down, and she reached up, trying to stop this scandalous movement.
Edward lowered himself to his elbow and immediately used his hand to swipe her arms away. He reared back, breaking their kiss. "Put your arms around my back," he said.
Edward was propping himself on one elbow, the other hand moving down below on Bella. He was close enough so that Bella could easily reach around and hold him. After a moment's hesitation, Bella did as he asked, placing her hands on either side of his back.
This seemed to excited Edward more, and he deepened their kiss, his movements picking up. He was close enough to her now so that his chest would brush her breasts with his thrusts, and Bella shuddered at the scandalous way her bosoms jiggled and bounced with the movements.
Bella felt the hunger building in her, and she began to move mindlessly. She circled her hips in response to Edward's thrusting, and she could see how this fullness, though shocking, could be quite pleasurable.
After some time, Bella felt the hunger reach that familiar precipice, climbing up towards the top of the mountain.
She pulled away from the kiss, too overwhelmed by the sensations, and wanting to bask in the feelings from below. The "pleasure" as Edward had called it.
Edward's hand suddenly tilted her head back, so she faced him. "I want you look at me when it happens,"
Bella's mouth fell open. She couldn't imagine why Edward was being demanding of that. She nodded, only wanting him to continue.
As the sensations started to build in her again, she began closing her eyes, getting lost. Edward slowed his movements, and when she looked up questioningly, wondering why he was slowing, he made pointed eye contact with her.
Bella remembered his request, and kept her gaze on him. She felt the sensations build, and she wanted desperately to close her eyes. But she fought the urge, knowing Edward would take the feeling away if she did.
She kept her eyes on him, and Edward watched her intently. Bella felt it build up, and she wanted to look away but she wouldn't let herself, clutching his back, desperate to reach the summit.
Suddenly, she felt it. Bella stared up, helpless, as the pleasure overtook her. Edward stared back, his eyes boring into hers, his movements staying steady. Though she could see Edward in front of her, she felt like she had entered another dimension, maybe heaven. Her hips moved of their own accord, frantic and wild, and her mouth fell open in a tight "O". She let out little noises of pleasure, small mewls and gasps. And Edward watched the whole time, never taking his eyes off her, his gaze sweeping reverently over her features.
Seconds passed, and Bella began to feel herself come down. After some time, she crashed back, suddenly back in her body again.
Edward was watching her, an expression of total reverence, and then he lowered himself to her, kissing her frantically. Bella felt the motion of his hips pick up, and suddenly he was moving much faster.
He moved his hand up from her core, using it to brace his elbow on her other side. His movements were very fast, very quick- it might have been uncomfortable had Bella not been still basking in her "pleasure".
Edward looked down at her face as he did so, "Bella, my Bella," he said. His face looked strained with exertion, his movements frantic and intense.
"My Bella," he said. "MINE."
With that, Edward had let out a loud groan, and Bella felt something wet fill her core. His face was strained, every muscle contracted.
His hips were pressed far into hers, pushing into her as far as he could go. After several seconds in this position, during which Bella wondered if he had passed out, Edward collapsed onto his elbows, bracing himself just over her, his body exhausted.
"I- Edward, what was that?" Bella asked.
Edward looked incredibly tired. "That was us joining." His voice was tired, almost lazy. He looked like he was about to fall asleep.
"No, I mean, I felt something… release," Bella said. "Inside of me. Something wet."
Bella felt slightly embarrassed. She wondered what the heck could have happened. Could she have gotten her monthly visit so early? How embarrassing.
Edward chuckled. "That was me," he said. He looked up, staring into Bella's eyes. "That was my seed. Next time, I will release somewhere else, so to avoid a pregnancy. But I had to do it this time, to mark you as my own."
Bella felt a blush overtake her face. She couldn't believe it. That wetness had been Edward's seed? She didn't remember ever hearing about that from the maids.
Edward let out a small laugh, taking in her look of embarrassment.
He rolled over so that his back was flat against the bed, pulling Bella on top of himself.
Bella squirmed a bit, not sure if she should pull away from Edward. Wasn't it time to unjoin?
But Edward seemed to be in no such rush. He pulled Bella against him, one arm cradling her back, the other resting on her behind.
"if you keep moving like that," Edward said. "I might want to join with you again, and I don't think you're ready for that."
Bella shook her head, her eyes widening slightly. She could still feel the soreness down below, she didn't want to join again.
"But we're still joined," she said. She didn't want to insult Edward, but they were still connected. It wasn't uncomfortable anymore, with Edward's member have decreased in size. But it felt too intimate, too much, to lie against each other this way.
"I know," Edward said. "I like it that way. This is how I would like to sleep- inside you, every night."
Bella blushed at his words. Before she could think of the right thing to say, Edward had closed his eyes, and in a few seconds, he seemed to have fallen asleep. His arm was still around her back, his hand resting on her bottom. And of course, his member was still inside her, soft but still there, reminding her of his presence.
Bella did her best not to move, sprawled over Edward, as she tried to go to sleep. It was a strange sensation, sleeping with Edward inside of her. She laid awake for a long time, not able to get used to the feeling of fullness inside of her. But after some time, in tune to Edward's breathing, Bella drifted off to sleep.
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