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Ch. 59 Let's Get It On
The walk to the bathroom felt like it was a 5k crawl rather than just a few feet to walk. I pointlessly tried to keep a cool exterior while my thoughts ran rampant, my anxious nature in overdrive. Edward was either too wrapped up in his own thoughts or too much of a gentleman to say anything about the chaos of my thoughts, maybe a little bit of both.
When I finally reached the bathroom door, Edward close behind, I extended my hand toward the door handle but paused just before my skin touched the cool metal. My breathing picked up and became so loud that even my lame human ears could hear it, and I struggled to focus on anything else. God, why am I freaking out? He's going to think I'm having second thoughts, and I'm not...it's just...Ugh I need to get out of my head. Stop thinking about it, Iris. Just do something. You're standing here looking like a crazy person—
"Iris." Edward reached around my waist from behind and placed his hand over mine which still remained extended toward the door. My self-doubting thoughts stopped the moment I felt his cool skin touch my own. He took a steady step forward while I stayed in place which left very little space—as in no space at all—between his front and my back. Oh God...
He leaned down slowly so that his chin touched my shoulder, folding our hands, which were still together, around my abdomen, effectively hugging me from behind. My breathing regulated to match his, and he began working his way along my neck with light kisses up to my ear lo—ohhh...
I barely registered that we were no longer outside of the bathroom until I heard the water turn on in the shower. Edward took one small step back from me, and I nearly whimpered at the sudden, unwelcome distance between us.
He cautiously reached down for the hem of my dress and paused as he quirked a brow, obviously silently asking permission, so I wordlessly lifted my arms above my head, and he slid the fabric over my head slowly, leaving me standing nearly bare before him, only my bra and panties between me and the air.
His eyes grazed over me as he appreciated every bit of my exposed skin. "There will never be a more beautiful sight before me than this. You are absolutely exquisite...You are the muse every artist would dream of, the image which even Michelangelo could never achieve. Every piece of you deserves to be worshipped for the divine creature you are..." His voice grew lower and rougher the longer he spoke, enticing me further to close the distance between us. In that moment I had never felt more attractive than when he brought his desire for me to life through his words.
He lowered his lips to mine slowly, and I felt as his hands crept their way to the front of my bra to open the clasp there. The tight band around my back released, and the material fell haphazardly to my feet. My breath hitched as his icy thumb barely grazed the sensitive skin where my ribs and lower breast met. Oh God...
He never ceased in his endeavor, trailing kisses lightly down my neck, my shoulder, across my collar bone, and down my chest. Without stopping he brushed his lips around my breasts rather than across them. He grazed my ribs with his cool tongue, and I heard another low rumble in his chest. I shivered in pleasure. Edward...
He moved even slower as he moved to his knees, his lips continuing to move across my abdomen gently, and he finally paused as he reached the waistband of my underwear. His thumbs looped the fabric softly, and he drew them downward, agonizingly slow, leaving my body fully exposed to him. Without word, he stood and met my eyes.
I then stepped forward to reach for his shirt and tugged it free of his slacks, our eyes maintaining contact. I began to unfasten each button shyly starting from the top, but I had to break away from him momentarily, unwilling to miss my first glance of an unclothed Edward. His dark eyes smoldered with passion and desire as he finally allowed himself to look down and caught full view of my naked body.
"So beautiful..." he whispered in awe.
I moved toward him again just enough to slide his now open shirt off his broad shoulders, my fingers trailing along each well-defined muscle of his arms, chest, abdomen...I stopped when I reached the deep 'v' which got lost in the waistband of his pants. He watched me patiently as I hesitantly reached to unclasp the buckle of his black leather belt, a blush rushing to my cheeks, and subsequently unfastened the button of his pants just underneath of it. I gently lowered the zipper next, and looked back into Edward's intense gaze as I pushed the fabric of his slacks down, leaving him almost totally exposed to me. Edward was apparently a briefs man, and I appreciated that...but now it was my turn to back away and fully take in the perfection of my husband's form.
As vulgar, awkward, and silly as I normally would have been in a moment like this, I was surprised by the wave of sentimental emotion which overtook me then. Tears prickled my eyes, and my lower lip began to tremble. He was, without a single doubt, the epitome of beauty. It was almost painful to stand before him in all his glory.
"You're mistaken." He broke the silence again as he sauntered toward me, brushing away the single tear which had begun to fall and cupping my face in his hand. "It is you who is the epitome of all things beautiful. I am not worthy of your presence, and yet, you have granted me the gift of your company time and time again. You have also—so graciously—granted me the right of calling you my wife, so now let me show you what exactly you mean to me, Iris, my beautiful wife." His features grew even more severe with lust as he drew in a steady breath. I copied the motion, but my inspiration wasn't as steady as I felt impatient with anticipation.
Edward lowered his own briefs, stepping out of them, and kicking them leisurely to the side with a smirk. I couldn't help but look down, and my eyes widened. Oh. My. Edward.
He took another step toward me, gently nudging me toward the shower which had steamed up the whole room at this point. The water should have been too hot. It should have burned my skin, but Edward was everywhere as he kissed me, caressed me...worshipped me...and his cool skin neutralized the sting of the water.
His breath caught and then he moaned, "Iris..." in satisfaction when my hand travelled a bit lower than usual and grazed him. He immediately stopped kissing me and put his hands on either side of me against the wall. "Wait, please." When I pulled away, leaning my back against the cool tile, I saw that he had his eyes closed, his expression blank, and he was breathing deeply.
"It's ok. You'll be alright. You won't do anything to harm me. Please..." I whispered gently to him as my finger caressed his cheek.
"I think we need to go just a bit slower." He answered. Slower?! Ok...Edward opened his eyes and smiled at me. He reached around me for a bottle of shampoo which I hadn't noticed before while we were...busy. He squeezed some into his hand and turned me so that I way facing away from him. "Allow me, my dear. Intimacy doesn't always have to begin with intercourse, you know..." I could hear the grin in his velvet voice. His hands began brushing through my hair as he lathered it in suds. Goosebumps erupted all over me at the indescribable and unexpected pleasure I was experiencing.
He ran his fingers through my hair again and again, and the action felt almost more erotic than what we had been doing before. He grabbed a bar of soap and began running it along my skin slowly, beginning at the apex of my shoulder and continuing down my arm, my back, my legs...and back up. He turned me back around and repeated the process along the front of me.
I felt every brush of his fingertips on my skin, my senses so heightened that I was sure the smallest thing would set me off. I cried out in a shriek when his hand purposefully, yet so gently, grazed my core, and I became totally limp, putty in his hands. He supported my weight fully as he rinsed my body, shut off the water, and grabbed a towel off the rack with his free hand. He swaddled me in the thick fabric, drying me almost completely before wrapping a second towel around his own waist and lifting me, bridal style, into his arms. He carried me back to the bedroom and sat me lightly on the bed.
He stepped back long enough to unwrap his towel and finish drying himself off. I couldn't speak this whole time. I was in a trance as I watched him move gracefully. His eyes caught my own, and the intensity between us grew once more. He moved to sit on the bed beside me, and I also regained my ability to move. I shoved my own towel away from myself forcefully, flinging it to the floor, and pushed the still dampened locks of hair hanging wildly around my face back off my shoulders.
"Edward?" My own voice was low and rough with desire now. Oh God. I can't take this much longer...
"Yes?" There was a small grin on his lips, his dark golden eyes were wild with hunger.
"Lay down." I gently demanded.
"As you wish, my love." He moved so that his head was positioned on the pillows at the headboard.
"Don't move." I commanded him again.
"Whatever you say..." His eyes were black now, and his...body...was called to full attention. He was definitely enjoying this...
"Now let me show you what you mean to me..." I repeated his words from before. Try not to move. Just enjoy this...
I crawled slowly from the foot of the bed and paused only once I reached his skin. I began to create my own trail of kisses up from his foot to his leg, to his hip—he wasn't ready for me to move any closer to his center—and up his ribs. I then subtly changed direction as I made my way across his chest and moved so that I now straddled his abdomen, still avoiding making contact with a certain prominent body part. I had to go slow for him. His unnecessary breathing became ragged, and a growl erupted from him.
I smiled and tossed a pillow to him. "Bite this if you need to, my love, and stop me if it's too much." I moved my face down so our lips connected, and he reached behind me, placing his hands carefully on my back. As our kissing deepened, I began to slide my body down his so very very slowly and so gradually so that my intention was clear to him both mentally and physically. I would not take my inexperienced, overwhelmed, vampire of a husband by surprise tonight for each of our sakes.
We gasped together as I my heated core brushed his cool, hardened shaft, and I positioned myself so that I was hovering above him.
"Are you ok?" I breathed as my heart rate and respirations raced in response to my desire for him, my husband.
"I've truly never been better, Iris." He exhaled, his eyes onyx and wild.
I slowly lowered myself, closing the distance between my heat and his cool. We gasped again together as he entered me. I couldn't even move I was so consumed with the energy that exploded between us as we connected. He threw his head back into the pillows and roared deafeningly, and the sound awoke something primitive within me. I had meant to be careful and purposeful in my course tonight, but when he made that noise, I couldn't focus.
He suddenly ripped his hands away from my back, grasping desperately for anything in his wake as he hissed at the new sensation of being inside of me. His hands settled upon the mattress, and his fingers dug into the bed, shredding away pieces of cotton, foam, and metal springs in chunks as easily as if he were picking up sand off the beach.
His face contorted in pain as he growled. "Wait, Iris. Please." I wasn't even moving yet. This was just our reaction to feeling each other fully. God how were we going to make it through this...?
I stopped any and all motion as I came back to full awareness. I even held my breath until I knew that he had full control again.
"Iris, I need to do this. It's too much for you to be so in control. I have to do this on my terms." He spoke seriously, but then his eyes grew lustful again, and he grinned devilishly. "Let me ravish you, my love." He suddenly reversed our positions—still keeping our connection—so quickly that when my back hit the mattress I was momentarily confused.
"Edward!" Fuck!
He laughed lightly as his face moved toward my neck where he began rubbing his nose up and down and inhaled slowly. After a moment he moved back toward my mouth to kiss me over and over again.
He pulled himself back so that his cool shaft almost exited my opening, but then he moved back in just as slowly.
"Ohhh..." I moaned at the feeling, unable to form any words.
He pumped inside of me again, back and forth, back and forth...so slowly...and another feral sound broke free of him, but he never stopped.
He moved faster yet, trailing kisses across my jaw, down my neck...in and out...in and out...
"Oh God..." I cried, but he didn't pause, only moving quicker with every noise I made.
His lips continued their assault across my chest, and I yelled when his tongue finally swirled around my pert nipple.
"Fuck! Oh my God!"
"Iris..." he moaned against my breast as he continued to nip gently and suck. He then switched sides, not willing to neglect my other breast. In and out...in and out...faster he moved, and I could feel a pressure building inside of me.
"Ed—" Ohmygodohmygod! I was breathless as the feeling within me grew.
He flung his head back away from my skin with growl and grabbed the headboard, crushing large hand-sized mounds out of it.
In and out...faster and faster...the pressure couldn't possibly get any greater...but it did...in and out and in and out...faster and faster...
Suddenly a wave of energy overtook me as I finally reached my climax, Edward roared in pleasure and sunk his teeth into a pillow as he too rode out his release. Then a flash of light beamed away from us, and it was totally black.
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