I'm wakened by a sound. My eyes flutter open slowly. The room is dark, the only light coming from moonlight shining through the curtains.
I finally realize that Edward's in the room, he's responsible for the noise I heard. I glance over to look at the clock, a few minutes before midnight.
He's standing at the window, quietly peering out into the night.
I remain silent, don't move and watch him.
He walks over to the closet. The moonlight illuminates and creates a silhouette of his body. He really is exquisite.
I notice that his right hand is bandaged. He must've really hurt it when he punched that wall.
I can't gauge his mood, and I wonder if Josh is okay. He didn't call like he said he would, and he hasn't attempted to wake me now that he's back.
Just as I'm about to speak, he steps out of his shoes, and unbuttons his shirt. My silence quickly morphs into voyeurism.
His shirt floats to the floor as he undoes the final button, and my mouth goes dry. The sight of his well-toned, bare back is so erotic, and I find my body responding, heat coursing through me.
He starts to undo his pants. My eyes linger on his hands, studying every movement; he undoes his belt, then the button, and slowly lowers the zipper. He steps out of the pants, and I try my best not to make a sound, to hold still; to not let on how what he does affects me, but I can't control the escalation of my breathing as his thumbs hook into the sides of his boxer briefs. He pauses and looks over his shoulder at the bed, to where I'm lying. I can see him, but he assumes I'm still asleep. He sheds the boxers.
I swallow hard, and try to not to move, but it's the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do in my life. Seeing him like this, stirs up feelings I've had and been repressing since the first day I saw him. I've tried to deny them, but it's futile. I want him.
I realize that what I'm doing is tantamount to violating his privacy, but I don't care. Edward is magnificent, and I can't seem to take my eyes off him.
He walks into his closet and comes back with towel in hand.
"Do you like what you see?" His question flows over me like molten chocolate. I should be shocked that he knows I've been watching him, but I'm not.
"How long are you going to continue lying there pretending to be asleep?"
"You're beautiful."
He scoffs lightly and turns, heading in the direction of the bathroom.
"I need a shower. You're welcome to join me." He then disappears behind the door.
He knew I was watching him the entire time. He knowingly got undressed in front of me.
Nothing in his voice sounded cocky or manipulative. I want him and he wants me. I slide to the edge of the bed and with shaky hands, begin to unbutton my shirt.
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I stand under the spray, letting the warmth wash away the remnants of this nightmarish day. She's on the other side of the fogged-up glass, probably debating whether or not to take me up on my invitation.
Even now, naked in the bathroom, she's still hesitant. I don't say or do anything to influence her; this has to happen because she wants it as much as I do. I need her to take the initiative.
She slides the door open, steps inside and shuts it behind her. She moves behind me and slowly glides her hands up my back. I let out the breath I've been holding since I noticed her on the other side of the glass.
She presses her lips against my skin, and I hum at the sensation it creates in me. Her lips softly tease as they move across my back. I'd give anything to be able to see what those pouty lips, I've had dreams about look like as they sensuously glide over me.
Her wet body pressed against mine drives me insane with want. I try to focus on the intimacy of the moment and resist the urge to turn around and ravish her against the glass. That would be so easy, but I want to show her that she is more to me than just someone I'm trying to satisfy my lust with. It's difficult. It's been a while since I've had sex. I try not to remember the closet debacle with Vicky. It'd been even longer since I've made love to a woman, and that's what I want, to make love to Bella.
I turn around and look down at her. She's beautiful, with her hair slicked back and her glistening, wet body. The water looks like glowing diamonds against her skin, and my willpower almost takes flight.
"It feels like I've waited forever for you."
Her expressive eyes tell me that she still feels unsure about this, about us. I want to do everything I can to reassure her that she can trust this, trust me.
"Turn around," I whisper. I reach for the soap and squeeze some into my hand. I smooth it onto her shoulders, and gently massage her skin. I move my hands slowly to the curve of her ass then up again. She instinctively shivers.
"Cold?"
"A little," she finally speaks.
I move close until our bodies meet and wrap my arms around her. She gasps as she feels the evidence of my desire, and I can no longer prolong my need for her. I taste every available part of her skin, sucking and licking at its sweetness. I kiss her shoulders, neck and back, while I massage her breasts. Her head falls back onto my shoulder, and she makes the most beautiful sounds; sounds that cause my erection to throb in unison. She covers my hands with hers, and follows my motions, gently urging me not to stop. I free one of my hands and trail it lower, and her breath hitches. I cover her mouth with my own and slide my hand between her legs. She whimpers into my mouth and gently bucks her hips, grinding against my hand. She's so wet already, and I know it's not from the shower. My tongue enters and explores her mouth. It intertwines with hers. I suck and nip at her tender lips, moaning as I move my hand faster, and her ass rubs against my hard cock. A throaty groan escapes from somewhere deep within me. The want to be inside her is beyond reason right now. I pull my hand away and turn her to face me. She's breathless, flushed, wanting and breathtakingly beautiful. I reach behind her, turn off the water and open the door. I pull her to me, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I lock my eyes with hers, as I step out of the shower.
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He lays me down on the bed and turns me onto my stomach. It flutters at the thought of what he's about to do. I feel the bed dip as he crawls in between my legs and hovers above me. Water droplets fall from his body, cooling my scorching skin. I'm aflame for him. His lips brush from the top down to the bottom of my spine. I feel his tongue tease me there, and I grip the sheets so hard, my knuckles hurt. I arch my lower back as his tongue descends, licking at one of my most intimate places. I pant heavily and grind against his tongue.
"Oh God!" I bury my face in the satin and mumble into the sheets when he spreads me wide and laps at my drenched sex. Before I come apart, he makes sure there's not an inch of me that he hasn't exquisitely tortured. His tongue enters, swirls and flicks. He flips me over and repeats it from the front, over and over. Each time feels better than the last. I grab fistfuls of his hair and try to hold back the scream that's threatening to erupt from somewhere deep within me. He senses my imminent capitulation.
"Just let go. Feel it, Bella."
At his command, I do, and shatter into a thousand pieces.
"Oh God!" I gasp, desperately fighting for breath, trying to still my pounding heart.
He doesn't stop, his movements are slow and sensual as my legs violently shake. I can no longer think coherently. No man has ever made me feel this way, and I know this is only the start.
He kisses his way back up my body, and suckles my breasts, alternating between the two, flicking the nipple with the tip of his tongue. I can feel how hard he is as he grinds against my thigh. He releases my breast and lays kisses along my neck and my chin and hovers just over my lips. It's nearly pitch-black in the room, but I feel him looking right at me, waiting to see if I'll protest when the tip of his cock slips between my legs, rubbing against my sensitive flesh. Sensing no protest, he reaches over for protection and blindly sheathes himself.
"No stopping," he says, and his mouth covers mine, swallowing my whimpers as he pushes forward and enters me. The twinge as he stretches me is delicious and welcomed. I wrap my legs wrap around his waist as he moves deep inside of me. His hips pump and pound and rotate. I claw and dig into his muscular ass; urging him for more, to move faster, drive harder.
I cry out for him not to stop.
He loosens my legs from around his waist, places them over his shoulder and braces his hands against the headboard. He fucks me slowly, deeply, sensuously.
I meet him, thrust for thrust. He whispers how tight I am and that he's going to come.
I can tell he's close by his quickened pace and incoherent muttering. The rhythmic sound of our slick flesh meeting and retreating, meeting and retreating spur us on. He grunts his delight. I pant and moan mine. He buries his face in the side of my neck.
"So long…dreamt about doing this…wanted you so much. "Fuck…. fuck…. Oh, Bella, I'm gonna come…."
"Come for me," I urge and pull his face to mine. I kiss him deeply until he can no longer manage to hold back.
"Bella, I…ah…!" He grunts and with one hard thrust, he climaxes. His arms shake as he struggles to hold himself up. I watch the look of pure bliss on his face and it tips me over the edge. I clutch at his shoulder, desperately needing to hold onto something to stay anchored to this earth. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. Edward collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him. He rolls us onto our sides and gently kisses me, over and over.
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I splay my body across his chest, his hand trails lazily up and down my spine.
I rest my chin on his chest and watch him. His eyes are shut, his face serene, contented.
"Your hand." He lifts it.
"It's a little sore. I had it taped at the hospital. No big deal."
"How's Josh? You didn't call."
"Sorry about that. Alice and Jasper understandably still had a lot of questions. I couldn't get a free moment. Josh…." He exhales deeply, "he's not one hundred percent out of the woods, but he's going to be alright.
"I knew he'd be. He has to be."
"He will be. I promised him a baby duck if he makes a quick recovery for his Uncwle Edward. He's going to hold me to that promise, I'm sure of it."
I chuckle at his imitation of Josh of 'uncwle' and place a lingering kiss over his heart.
I never imagined this night happening, or that I would feel this happy.
I won't lie and say that I never contemplated sex with Edward, but it was never anything close to this. It was more than just intense sexual tension between two people; more than just some casual romp. This was two people finally giving into their passion and feelings for each other; a deep and intimate connection. I feel myself getting lost in the memory of what we just shared.
"Bella."
"Hmm?"
"Bella, baby?"
I sit upright. Edward hovers over me, rubbing soothing circles on my back.
"You were dreaming," he says softly. "You sounded a little distressed."
"I did?"
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"You were moaning in your sleep. I wasn't sure if you were having a bad dream or…" He whispers as he wraps his arms around me. I melt in his embrace and tuck my head under his chin.
"It wasn't a bad dream, just pleasant thoughts, then I must've drifted off." I reassure him. "
"Tell me. What were you thinking about?" He implores softly.
"It's just…tonight was perfect, and I didn't…Whenever I'd imagined us being together, I always imagined it differently."
"Did I not live up to your expectations?" He sounds a bit worried.
"What? No! I mean, yes! Edward…that's not what I meant. I just meant that you were always different; the way you were with me would be different."
"I see."
"You do?" I sit up and look at him.
"Bella, I'm not the same man I was then. I've changed, and you're the reason for that change. I'm not claiming to be a saint now, but this; this is a new start, for both of us."
"I believe you." I whisper, and he leans in slowly and kisses me passionately. I tangle my fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck and draw him closer to deepen the kiss.
He pulls me on top of him, and I feel his arousal. I straddle him.
"Although, there are some things about me that haven't changed." His tone oozes with sex.
He thrusts upwards and grasps my hips to move me in a circular motion. I gasp sharply, at the sensation.
"Like what?" I moan softly.
"Like this." he gently tugs on the ends of my hair and pulls my head back.
I groan as he speeds up the thrust of his hip.
"What else?"
"And this."
I throw my head back, as he ravishes my breasts, paying special attention to each erect nipple. He gently bites, licks then suckles, all in that order. His ministrations, sends delicious, torturous flutters between my legs. He feels like warm steel against my wet, sensitive flesh, sliding back and forth, back and forth. "Jesus," I hiss at how good it feels.
"More?" he murmurs against my skin.
"Please," I plead
"Mmm, that's so fucking hot." He growls and flips me over. He moves swiftly, catching me off guard. I yelp as he enters me in one smooth thrust. This time he's fast, and dominating, pulling and pushing, but never too rough. He spreads me effortlessly, angles his position so perfectly. Deep penetrating thrusts captivate my body, filling me like I've never been before.
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"Mmmm." I stretch and reach for him but he's not there. My eyes open lazily and squint at the sunlight now washing over the room. I check the clock. I glance around the room, wondering where Edward is. The bathroom door is open and there's no water running.
He must've gone back to the hospital.
I sit up, thinking that I should go home, at the very least to get a change of clothes.
I wrap the sheet around me and climb out of bed.
I've showered and dressed and grab my phone to send Edward a text, to let him know that I'm heading home in case he returns and wonders where I am.
I'm stopped in my tracks at the end of the hall as I hear low voices.
"What are you doing here?"
"I had to see you, Edward."