[Buckle up. First honeymoon chapter. Enjoy.]
What yields the need for those who lead us oh so morally
Those that would view the same we do through their deformity
Who view the deed as power's creed, as pure authority
This moment's silence when my baby puts her mouth on me
Since it all begun
To its reckoning
There the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me
-Hozier ~ Moments Silence (Common Tongue)
EPOV:
To a human, the water travelling by us at several miles per hour would probably look black. But I could see quite clearly into the darkness.
I knew my wife could too.
My Wife. My Wife. I have a wife. After nearly a hundred years alone, I have a wife.
Not to be repetitive, but the entirety of experience so far had been wonderful, though it had only been a few hours.
"Do you intend to keep me in the middle of the ocean for our honeymoon?" Bella asked me with a raised eyebrow.
"Surely you can see it by now?" I teased.
Bella looked out ahead of the boat. "I see something." She sounded frustrated. Which I found funny.
"You'll know soon." I took her left hand, kissing her fingers.
BPOV:
Edward was keeping this trip a secret. I didn't much care for that.
But I would let him have his fun.
I had plans for him, come time for the... consummation.
Up ahead I could see a small light, glimmering against the dark, I tried to see around it, but no hint yet.
Wait.
That couldn't be...
"Edward?" My voice sounded strange, even to me.
"Yes, love?" I heard his contained amusement at my confusion.
"Are we... are we staying on an island?"
Edward grinned ear to ear. "Well-"
"Edward."
Edward laughed at my shock. "It's a private island, Sweetheart. Isle Esme was an anniversary gift from Carlisle."
"And we're staying on a private island for our honeymoon?"
"Yes... unless you prefer-"
"I'm not complaining." I interrupted him. "I'm in shock, I think."
The sun would be hot, the water warm... we could bask in it, swim and play... and make lazy love on the beach for days...
"How long can we stay?" I asked eagerly, as I had to know, I needed to budget my time. I wanted to make love to my husband on every spare surface we could reach.
"As long as you'd like. This is our escape. We'll stay as long as you want and leave whenever we're ready... to rejoin the modern world."
"Oh-" If I were human I would have blushed. "You mean they want us to stay here however long it takes-" I couldn't finish. It was too embarrassing to know my entire family was aware of my frustrations.
Edward rubbed the back of his neck. "I think it's more for me than anything to be fair. Emmett says that the way I look at you sometimes isn't even suited for pornography. He says it's creepy."
"I don't think it's creepy." I think it's hot.
He smiled at me, nervousness appearing in his eyes, before he looked ahead quickly.
This was going to be his first time I remembered. The thought made me smile. I would hold him first.
"Edward," I waited until his eyes were on me. "You have nothing to be nervous about. Everything is going to be okay. Trust me."
He tried to smile but I could see the lingering worry.
"Edward," I paused, unsure how to phrase it. "If you would rather..." I paused again. "Edward, we don't have to have sex, tonight if you don't want to."
Edwards eyes widened and he shook his head quickly. "No! I mean, yes I want to! I just..." he ran his hands through his hair, tugging hard. "I've never done this before, what if I'm," he shook his head and averted his eyes. "What if I'm bad at it? I want to make you feel good, but what if I can't?"
I smiled. "Edward, have you forgotten our moment in the meadow?"
His eyes flashed with heat. "I could never."
"You proved in that moment that you can make me feel good, Love."
He smiled at me crookedly. "Well... what about other stuff?" He questioned nervously.
"I'll teach you." I told him confidently.
The island was large, beautiful, and all ours. At least until the end of the honeymoon.
The house was right off the docks. After a moment to look around, we made our way inside.
The front room was large, and open. White and beige painting it, matching the white sand beaches outside. Beautiful, but not as beautiful as the man standing next to me in that moment.
"Let's go to bed." He said, hiding the quiver in his voice remarkably well.
I smiled, feeling mildly embarrassed myself. "Okay."
We made our way to the bedroom, I was happy to see a connected bathroom. "Just a moment love, I'm going to freshen up."
He dropped the bags by the bed, not meeting my eyes and nodded quickly. He was trembling. I made my way to his side.
I massaged his shoulders lightly, kissing his neck. "You." Kiss. "Have." Kiss. "Nothing." Kiss. "To." Kiss. "Worry." Kiss. "About."
He slowly relaxed into my hands. Turning to look at me, smiling. "How do you always know what to say and do to make me feel better?"
"I know you." I said simply, brushing hair away from his face and smiling up at him.
I love you. I thought to him, opening my mind to him.
His mouth descended on my own, kissing me deeply. "I don't know what I did to deserve you. I've always thought of myself as a screw-up where it counts... but what kind of massive karmatic injustice could lead to a screw-up being with the most loving and wonderful beautiful, amazing, kind, protective, sweet, Goddess-like woman in the world?"
I took his face in my hands, looking into his eyes, serious now. "You are not a screw-up. And I will not have you speak of the man I love in that fashion. You have the most sensitive soul I've ever met. The softest heart I've ever encountered. Darling, you glow. I love you more than my own heart. More than my own life." I stepped away.
"And now, I'm going to go freshen up...feel free to make yourself comfortable in my absence." I winked, hoping my intention was clear.
He gulped, eyes wide again, and nodded fervently. So I supposed it was. I took my bag with me to the bathroom. I would need it.
The nighty was satin, and lace, and clung to me like a second skin, I didn't wear white, I would not lie to my husband now, but I would not wear black either, as I had since then, in mourning.
No, on this night I wore a blue as deep as the oceans, and vast as the night sky.
Edward had complimented the color on me once, which helped my decision. I brushed my hair from its updo, allowing it to hang around me, down to my bottom, in a heavy curtain of mahogany. Edward loved my hair.
I looked into the mirror, taking a deep breath. I was surprised to find, that as many times as I had experienced the act of intercourse, I was nervous. I was nervous because this wasn't sex. This wasn't fucking.
This was making love. And I wasn't entirely sure I knew how. But I would learn. I would learn how to make love to my husband, just as he would make love to me.
But first... to play.
I smiled, and took a deep breath, and opened the door to the bedroom.
EPOV
A Goddess... I couldn't help but think as my wife stepped into the room.
But she was no Persephone tonight. Tonight she was Aphrodite in flesh. Incarnation of beauty and sex.
I had taken her hint, and stripped naked, lying back on the bed. But I had grown very self conscious while waiting, so I had bunched the silk white sheets around my groin, a fervent attempt to hide my erection from her eyes. No doubt she would be embarrassed.
But... she didn't look embarrassed. There was a gleam in her eye that released a shiver down my spine. What's she going to do to me?
I trembled under her gaze for a moment, before steeling myself. She would not find my snivelling and pleading attractive.
I had to swallow a gasp as she slid herself onto the bed, her bare center pressed against my sheet covered cock.
I cursed my modesty silently, if I had been only a smidge more brazen, her hot, swollen flesh would be pressed directly to mine, though it was hard to hate the silk, I could feel her warmth radiating through it.
I looked up into her eyes, a novelty, as even with her height, I was taller than her.
She smiled, and placed her hands on my shoulders, pushing me down, directly onto my back, leaning over me, I could see her nipples strain through the thin satin of her gown, and I longed to taste them,
She ground once, slowly, lightly against me, and a moan left my lips without permission.
She kissed me, then repeated the motion, causing my hips to buck, and another moan to escape.
She smiled mischievously down at me, moving back, a bit, and freeing my cock from the sheet, taking it in her hand.
"Oh! Please!" I didn't know why she hadn't let me inside her yet, I could smell her arousal, I wanted to taste, she wanted me as fervently as I wanted her.
Yet when I opened my eyes again her face was speculative.
"What is it love?" I asked.
Her eyes flashed with amusement before she settled back into her thoughtful look.
She then began stroking me. My eyes rolled back. "Oh! Oh love..."
She did this silently for a moment, allowing me to thrust my hips and moan at the contact, before stopping, completely.
A low desperate moan escaped my mouth. "Oh, Bella please, please don't stop."
She smiled, and moved my cock down, brushing it against her wet, hot flesh, i bucked my hips, but before entrance could be made she moved me back away, beginning the stroking again.
"Oh Baby, please, please baby, I know you want me too," it seems I had lost all dignity, and was now begging for entrance to my wife's quim. I tried to pull myself together, but it was so close, I was so hard and she was so wet I just knew she would feel heavenly. Just the barest touch against the tip had my hips shaking, restraining myself from coming.
"You know Edward," She finally spoke, her voice a quiet rapture, a birdsong of desire.
"You have been quite cruel to me these last few months."
My eyes widened. "How love?" I had never meant to be cruel to my mate, never meant to hurt her in anyway ever. I would never.
She began stroking me again, bringing the tip back to her pussy, fuck how good it looked, just a little closer, please love.
I felt myself getting ever close to release, when her hand stopped, and she pushed my cock away from her.
My hips thrust, trying to get back to the promised land of her sweet body, but no mercy was given.
I couldn't stop the growl from escaping. My hips thrust up, seeking the friction she had given me. "Why?" I ground out, frustrated and angry.
She glared at me. "Down, Boy." I worked to control the frustration. Once I was able to contain my anger to only my face, she continued.
"Edward, the way you feel right now? Frustrated, aching, needy? It's the way I've felt for three months."
My eyes widened. "Bella, I-"
"Edward I know it's not what you meant to happen, but darling you denied me. Feel what you did to me." She brought my cock back to her flesh, rubbing it through her silk folds, across her clit, where she gasped and repeated the motion twice, hips canting against me.
"Love please, please, look how you want me too, baby please." I begged.
"Oh I do want you, but first you need to know why you'll never ever think that you're somehow, the leader in this relationship, never to be questioned, again."
"Baby please, that's not what I thought."
"It's how you acted. And I think I need to remind you that I am a woman. A dangerous woman. And I give what I want, and I take-" she slipped the head of my cock inside of her, my lips parting in a gasp as she enveloped me. "-what I want."
"Bella- Baby-" I couldn't think. I'm inside her, oh god please further in
Bella smiled, rolling her hips, "I love you Edward."
I seemed to be past English words at the moment, only capable of crying out to god, but she didn't seem offended.
She pulled back, and my cock fell against my stomach. Another growl raced through me and without thinking I reached for her. Intending to impale her on my cock, to take her now. She slapped my hands. "No! Down."
I shakily laid back rage on my face as she took me back into her hand. I didn't want her hand I wanted her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.
She pumped me roughly now, quickly. And I had to fight the urge to cum, I wanted to cum inside my wife, not into her hand, but hell her hands were so soft, so good, and my cock was soaked in her juices from being swiped across and impotently inside her pussy.
My cock was so hard it hurt, every throb feeling like it was going to explode, I needed release.
"Baby, baby please." I whimpered, hips thrusting into her hand moaning, "Baby, it hurts, please baby it hurts. Please let me inside, I'll never do it again, please baby, I love you Bella."
She moaned, my words, my moans, my whimpers seeming to have affected her greatly. She stilled her hand, at the base.
She lowered herself onto me, taking me inside in one thrust, and my eyes rolled back.
It took everything in me not to cum in that moment, not to cum just from being buried deeply inside my wife.
That didn't stop her though, the excitement of the evening seemed to have gotten to her, and the second I was fully inside, her wide eyed flashed to my face, and I felt her pussy quiver and spasm over me, a loud moan escaped my lips, as I fought my own orgasm.
She kissed my face, over and over, as she lifted, and lowered herself onto me, over me, I touched her face, and whispered that I loved her.
I lost myself very quickly after that. Embarrassingly quickly.
My body trembling and quaking my gasps and whimpers directly into her ear as I pressed her chest to chest with me, holding her closely with all my strength as I came, giving her all I had, and allowing my eyes to roll back again, as I felt her come around me.
Afterwords I was shamefaced. I mean, I may have been a virgin, but everyone's heard of a two pump chump.
She came again with me though, which Eased my embarrassment to a degree, but I would work on lasting longer. Regardless of methods.
She rolled over, to her side, cuddling up to me.
I love you, she thought to me, a smile on her face.
I sighed, content, not quite sated, but I wanted a moment to sit with my wife before I attacked her.
"That was," frustrating "interesting."
She grinned. "Yeah, the noises you made tonight were certainly... interesting." She shivered.
I growled at her playfully. "That was emasculating." In truth, now that it was over, I can look back on that experience and realize I enjoyed it, but in the moment it was only very very frustrating.
She rolled her eyes. "Love, you were a god, splayed out in pleasure so intense it's pain, grinding your teeth, thrusting these hips" she ran a hand over my hip.
"You were Adonis in human form."
So she's comparing me to Greek god's now, hm?
That brought a smile to my face. "You enjoyed that, huh?"
She shivered. "Yes, Husband, I did."
Just the words. The fact that she was claiming me as her husband, had my cock standing at attention again. I rolled over, on top of her, kissing her neck as my hand found her still wet pussy.
"Didn't think I was done with you yet did you?" I asked playfully.
It was going to be a long, blissful, night.
[AN: okay! Sorry it's been a while, I had a lot of trouble with this chapter. They have a few more chapters on the island before getting back to the 'real' world.
I had a review asking about rewriting everything, and I do plan on doing that, once I have the story fully released and can sit back at pick apart individually what I want to change. I'm worried if I go back before I finish, I won't be able to find my motivation again.
This chapter isn't bad, in my opinion but if you hate it you hate it. Let me know regardless, reviews are my only motivation.]