Unfortunately, there was one single downfall to having sex with Edward, and his name was Emmett.
"HA!" He roared with laughter after he saw the bedroom in shambles. Edward was cleaning it up as I made myself some eggs for breakfast, but even from downstairs in the kitchen I could hear his laughter.
Carlisle and Esme had said nothing, just greeted us like normal and then disappeared somewhere into the house. Alice and Jasper were still gone, having taken the weekend to go away somewhere. Rosalie was somewhere in the house too, though I didn't know where. I didn't see her when she got home. But Emmett had burst through the doors with a huge grin like he was expecting a surprise party, and immediately gone to observe the damage.
Edward came into the kitchen to trash the shredded sheets, and then grabbed a new set from the linen closet. Emmett was right on his tail.
"I can't believe the house is still standing, Bella!" He grinned over at me in the kitchen, watching Edward grab new sheets.
"Shut up," I blushed, but this just spurred him on.
"Did Edward tell you how many times we had to rebuild Rose and me's room?" He was proud about this, puffing his chest out and wagging his eyebrows at me. This only made me blush harder, and then Edward was behind me, grinning softly.
"Quit patronizing her, Emmett," he chided his brother and kissed me briefly before continuing with the cleanup.
"I'm just saying, it's impressive! I guess when Bella's a vampire too it'll be different. I mean, all this broken stuff was just Edward, of course, so it'll be doubly wrecked when Bella can do some damage!"
He continued to follow us around and make jokes until Edward decided we needed some time out of the house, and led me to his car.
"Where to?" I smiled over at him as I buckled up. He returned my smile and pulled out of the garage swiftly.
"Our meadow."
Our meadow was my favorite place. It was the one place we were always truly alone. It wasn't even sunny out today, but I didn't mind. I didn't need to see Edward's skin sparkle to be awed by his breathtaking beauty.
Edward had brought us a picnic basket, filled with food for me to eat when it got closer to lunchtime. He parked at the end of the road, as usual, and pulled me up onto his back with ease. We reached the meadow in record time, and it was as beautiful as usual. We found a spot in the middle and settled in, my head in Edward's lap as I gazed up at the clouds, still feeling thoroughly blissful after our perfect night together.
After a while of silence, I glanced at Edward and noticed his expression, which was unsettled.
"What's wrong?" I felt my eyebrows crease, and he sighed, trailing his fingers slowly down my arm. He didn't meet my eyes. I shifted myself into a sitting position and followed his gaze to my bare arms, which I just now realized were covered in forming bruises, all the shape of Edward's fingers.
"I hurt you." His voice was low, and full of disgust. Though I knew the revulsion was targeted at himself, it still stung to hear.
"You didn't." I gritted my teeth. I tilted my head to catch his gaze, to bring it up away from my arm to focus on my eyes instead. He met my eyes with his own reluctantly, and he looked both sad and repulsed. I grabbed his face in my hands, trying to be as fierce and scary as possible.
"Edward Cullen." I growled, narrowing my eyes at him, our faces just inches apart. He gazed at me wistfully. "Don't you dare ruin this for me." I jutted my lower lip outward to pout at him. "Last night was the best night of my life. If only you could read my stupid mind…" I sighed. "Then you'd be able to tell how happy I am." I smiled sadly, rolling my shoulders and stretching my arms a bit. "I don't even feel them, Edward." He still did not respond to me, instead taking my arm in his hands delicately and trailing cold kisses slowly from my wrist to my shoulder.
"I'm s-"
"If you apologize, I'm going to be pissed." I warned him loudly, pulling my arm away from him. He gazed at me disconsolately. "Edward… Aren't you happy with me?" I felt my voice go up a couple of octaves, desperate to get him to really see how I felt.
"You know I am." He didn't miss a beat, speaking earnestly.
"Then shut up and let me be happy, too!" I snapped, frowning at him, and he sighed again, tracing the wrinkle between my eyebrows with his fingertip.
"Okay," he sighed eventually, shoulders sagging as he gave up. "I'll try," he promised, and I smiled softly.
"That's all I'm asking for." I hummed, settling against him again.
A couple of hours passed. I bit into my apple and watched Edward as he watched me, thinking as I chewed and turned the apple over in my hands.
"What are you thinking?" He reached out to brush a stray piece of hair behind my ear. The gentle touches never failed to send my heart fluttering in my chest, and I wondered if that was why he did it. His soft smile made me positive that it was.
"Just that this used to be your special place, and now I'm invading it." I teased, taking another bite as he snorted.
"You're absurd, Bella." He smiled, glancing around. "This place… it's alright. It's just somewhere I used to go when I wanted to be alone, really fully able to be myself. No restrictions, no hiding from curious human eyes… but I never really considered it beautiful until I saw you here for the first time. It's more special now, with you, than it ever was before. Being here with you is endlessly better than being here alone." He smiled and leaned in to kiss me softly after I finished my apple.
After I was full, we spent another couple of hours talking, relaxing, and, every once in a while, kissing. The sun was straight overhead now, though it was still shielded by the cover of clouds. We were sitting in the grass, lounging against each other in silence. I was staring up at the clouds, and I looked over when I could feel Edward's eyes on me, again.
"What?" I smiled up at him; my head was in his lap again, my arms folded comfortably over my stomach. He was leaning up on his elbows, watching me with an immeasurable expression.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, finger tracing the shape of my still-swollen lips as I blushed.
"Look who's talking," I teased, and then he was there, kissing me. My head was suddenly resting in the grass rather than his lap, and Edward was hovering over me. He held himself up so that he was not laying any of his weight on me, but I could still feel every perfect angle of his body against my own. He was kissing me deeply, forcing my lips open with his own, and I shivered as I inhaled his delicious breath, feeling his ice cold tongue against my own.
We made out until my body was hot. My breathing turned to panting, hands memorizing every inch of his face as we kissed. Edward did not allow me to pull away even slightly. He pushed his fingers up under my shirt, leaving goosebumps in their trail as he traced the shape of my ribs, over my bra, and back down again. It wasn't until I let my own hands begin exploring his bare stomach underneath his shirt that he pulled away.
At first I was excited, thinking he was going to remove his shirt for me, and I reached up to take mine off, as well. He laughed softly, taking my wrists in his hands to stop me. He pulled me up to sit next to him, and I felt lightheaded for a few moments, blinking as I adjusted to the new position. And then I pouted deeply up at him, which made him laugh harder. He kissed me on the nose.
"I told you, love, next time will be on my terms." He reminded me.
"What better time or place is there than this?" I complained, climbing into his lap so I could kiss him again. I pushed myself against him greedily, reaching down to unbutton his shirt. He stopped me again, leaning away from my hungry kiss.
"You'll see," he grinned at me, and then gently moved me so that I was back in the position I had been in before, my head in his lap. I felt his excitement through his pants and tried to flip myself over unexpectedly, but he was far too quick for me. He held my arms against my sides, chuckling as he kissed my ear.
"You are unbelievable," he murmured, tracing his tongue underneath my earlobe. I shivered.
"And… extremely tempting." His mouth moved to my neck. "To take you right here, in our meadow…" he growled softly under his breath. I arched up against him.
"Then why don't you?" I breathed, dizzy, and I felt him shiver. He stopped kissing me, and sighed against my neck before he pulled back and moved to lean on his elbows again.
"Not today," he smiled softly, and I didn't argue this time.
It had been over 2 months since that day in the meadow, over 2 months since we'd had sex. I tried to tempt Edward, even going so far as to let him catch me sleeping naked one night, but he had much better control of himself now than he'd seemed to before. He simply covered me with the quilt and then pulled me against him when I was all wrapped up, and kissed me softly. "You're impossible," he'd whispered before he sang me to sleep.
So eventually, I gave up. It was clearly pointless, and though I loved tempting him, eliciting dirty words, it only ever made it worse when he pulled away, left me gasping for breath, promising me that the right time was coming. So, I tried my best to rid my mind of sex, allowing Edward his victory.
It wasn't until our 3 year anniversary that he made his move. I had almost completely forgotten about his promises by this point. I was exhausted from school, and needed a break. Edward begged me for weeks to let him take me on a weekend trip somewhere, just the two of us, and I finally agreed after a particularly stressful day of exams at school.
He took me to Chicago on the most perfectly overcast weekend, and I couldn't even pretend I wasn't ecstatic that Alice's head had a built-in weather forecast. It was perfect. I usually hated Edward spending money on me, but I was too excited to have a weekend alone with him to complain. Especially when we could be out in the public eye together, like any normal human couple.
We took a flight impossibly early Saturday morning, and spent the entire day seeking every sight the Windy City had to offer. We were on our feet the entire day. By the time we took a cab back to the hotel he'd booked for us, it was approaching midnight. I was completely exhausted after our first day, but happier and less stressed than I'd been in weeks. Edward and I were doubled over with laughter on our way up the elevator, remembering a moment from earlier. He handed me the room key as the elevator doors opened, shouldering our backpacks (mostly filled with my human necessities) effortlessly as we walked through the halls toward the room.
I was expecting the hotel room to be top tier, just based on my experience with the seemingly endless Cullen funds. But, when I slid the key into the door, I found that I was not anywhere near prepared for what was waiting for us on the other side.
I pushed the door open, still laughing softly, and froze in my tracks before I could get all the way through. I blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what was in front of me.
The room was positively overflowing with red, white, and pink roses. There were petals marking a curved path from the door to the bed, which was on a small, raised platform in the middle of the room. A fluffy red comforter was draped elegantly over the pristine white sheets. The bed was framed with four delicately carved wooden bed posts, complete with a thin white canopy over top and falling about halfway toward the mattress.
The entire wall behind the bed was made up of tall windows, allowing us to peer down into the city. Though the sky was pitch dark, the city below was as bright as ever. There were thick white curtains hanging gracefully to each side of the wall of windows, and holding them back were two huge marble vases filled to the brim with more blooming roses.
In the other corner of the room was another raised platform, but instead of a bed, this one was occupied by a large jacuzzi, complete with jets, scented candles already lit on the low half walls around it. There were petals scattered all over the edge of the bath, as well, and huge baskets of them hanging from different parts of the ceiling. The room was lit only by candlelight, the whole scene bathed in a soft, warm glow. The city outside the window suddenly felt miles away. Edward and I, in this beautiful room, were the only things that mattered.
"Happy anniversary. May I draw you a bath?" His lips were at my ear, arms winding around my waist as I let the beautiful room consume me. I couldn't quite find my voice yet, but I did feel sweaty and sore after our long day of walking, so I just nodded. He ushered me further into the room, setting my backpack down next to a dresser I hadn't noticed at first. There was also a small door, to the far right, behind the jacuzzi tub, leading to what I assumed was a bathroom. On the opposite side of the room, there was a cozy seating area, furnished with a white loveseat, a mini fridge, a small flat screen tv, and a small electric fireplace that was adding to the warm glow of the candles. A big red fluffy rug marked the seating area. The rest of the hotel room had dark wood flooring.
I looked over when I heard the water running in the huge tub, and that shook me from my daze. Edward was adding scented bubbles to the water as it filled the bath, and I padded over toward him after taking off my shoes.
He turned, holding out his arms for me expectantly. I jumped into them, grinning hugely, speechless as I kissed him.
"Edward, it's…" I felt my throat close up. I couldn't find the right words. There was no adjective powerful enough to describe how I felt about this room, and Edward. He kissed me again.
"You deserve this," he murmured in response, and then extracted himself from the circle of my arms. "I'll put our things away," he smiled his crooked smile and was gone. I turned and saw him putting our clothes away in the empty drawers of the dresser. He was going far too slowly, and I knew he was giving me some unneeded privacy.
I pulled my clothes off, tossing them into a hamper I spotted near the door to the bathroom. I shivered as I stepped into the deep tub, tightening the bun on my head to make sure my hair wouldn't get wet. The water was hot, and perfect, and soothed my sore muscles almost immediately as I lowered myself into it. I turned off the faucet when the water was high enough, and switched the jets on instead, sighing as the water massaged my back. I leaned my head back, just soaking in the water.
After a few minutes, once my muscles were relaxed, I took the washcloth that was folded on the edge of the tub for me and spent some time scrubbing myself clean, until I felt fresh and relaxed.
I turned around, then, and knelt on one of the seats in the tub. I leaned my forearms on the edge of the bath, resting my chin on them and watching Edward as he stood at the window and looked down at the city.
"Will you join me?" I murmured, feeling a bit self conscious as I asked. He turned to smile at me, and then he was there, by the laundry basket, pulling his clothes off swiftly until he was completely naked. He looked like a Greek god. His perfectly sculpted body was making it hard to believe that he was really mine. He stepped into the tub, taking one of the seats across from me, eyes never leaving my face.
"I thought you'd never ask," he flashed his crooked smile at me, and I thought I might melt. I couldn't stand to be this close to him and not be touching him, so I got up and waded across the tub so I could climb into his lap, my naked thighs straddling his own as he pulled me in and kissed me slowly, deliberately. His fingers roamed over my back, my waist, and my hips, eventually grabbing my ass in both of his hands and pulling me closer to him, so I could feel every inch of his body against mine. It was odd, the feeling of the hot water and his cold skin, which even the bath water couldn't heat up. Regardless, we fit like puzzle pieces.
I wound my arms around his neck, rolling my hips against his and shivering when I felt his hardness press against my pelvis. He continued to just kiss me, pulling away only when I was gasping for breath, but not allowing my pounding heart to calm down as he trailed his cold kisses down my throat and on my nipples. His fingers slowly inched their way downward, over my stomach, my hips, pausing between my thighs to slowly massage my clit. I moaned, panting as he found my mouth with his own again, meeting my eager tongue with his own. I reached down with my hand to wrap it around his erection, slowly moving my hand up, and then down again. He growled, leaning his head back as his fingers pressed even harder against my clit, sending sparks through my every nerve. I rocked my hips a little bit, unable to control myself. He slipped a finger inside of me then, and I gasped, hand tightening around his erection as I pumped my hand harder, and he responded by curling his finger, finding that spot inside of me that sent my body into a frenzy.
"Edward!" I gasped, moaning as I moved my hips back and forth, still pumping my hand around his erection. He growled when I cried out his name, and then quickly removed his fingers. I was about to complain, aching at the loss of contact there, but then his lips found mine again, and he lifted my hips effortlessly and lowered me slowly down onto his erection, my hand slipping away and tangling itself into his hair instead.
It was Edward's turn to moan this time, and it came out almost a snarl, his fingers digging into my hips roughly. He bucked his hips upward against mine, and then stopped himself, breath hitching as he tried to control his movements. His eyes were closed.
He disciplined himself fairly easily after that, just making sure I was comfortable as he slowly let me move my hips upward. I could tell he wanted to take it slow, but I wasn't having it. I slammed my hips down onto him, groaning as his penis slid all the way inside of me again.
"Bella!" He snarled, gasping as his hips arched up into mine again, clearly unable to stop them this time. His fingers pressed even harder against my skin, and I knew I should be in pain from the pressure but all I wanted was more. I pressed our foreheads together as he opened his eyes, which were filled with lust and devotion, whispering my name again against my lips as I built up a rhythm quickly, glad that I was in control this time. His mouth devoured my neck, leaving marks all over the place as I rode him.
We were both panting, lost in pleasure, and I was moving as quickly as I could, quite literally unable to get enough. He stopped my hips suddenly when I was sitting down on him, his erection as far inside me as it could get. He rolled his hips a few times and I choked on a moan as I felt his dick moving inside of me, sending sparks of heat through every nerve in my body. I tightened my muscles around him and gasped when he lifted my hips upward until he slid almost all the way out, just the tip of his erection still inside. I tried to push myself back down, to start up another rhythm, but Edward had a different plan. His stone grasp did not allow me to move even an inch. He threw his head back, neck exposed, struggling to breathe normally as he suddenly pounded upward into me, coaxing another cry from my lips.
He continued this, pulling out and pushing back in hard, the heat of my arousal shooting through my entire body, making my toes curl and my fingers knot themselves in his hair. I leaned forward to kiss and bite his neck, not making any attempt to be gentle, panting as the sparks of arousal slowly became more intense, shooting now into my stomach, and lower. I gasped for air as he continued his rhythm, not letting up for even a single moment as he pounded into me. I reached down and decided to try something new, cupping my fingers around Edward's balls and tugging lightly.
He cried out, eyes flying open, his hips jerking upward a few times as a loud, strangled noise escaped his throat. I felt him pulsing inside of me, orgasming suddenly from the unexpected pleasure I'd given him. He was moving desperately rapidly now, and I could tell he was trying to control himself as his pleasure crested and he gasped for breath, even though I knew he didn't need it. I tugged on his balls again and he shuddered, jerking his hips up another few times before slowly lowering me back down onto him, eyes closed as his chest heaved, his fingers slowly loosening their grip on my hips. My body was still on fire, even more so than it had been before. Watching Edward orgasm gave me the most intense pleasure I could possibly have felt without reaching an orgasm myself - and I was already pretty close to doing that.
I leaned in and kissed Edward's neck as he slowly came down from his orgasm. It took a while, my body still electric with arousal, before he opened his eyes slowly and looked at me.
"It's your turn," he whispered, trailing his tongue from the base of my throat all the way up to my chin before suddenly, he was pulling away. I whined, cheeks flushed and eyes dark as I stood on shaky legs and watched him climb out of the water.
Moving too quickly for me to see, he laid a huge towel out on top of the bed and then he was back, sweeping me up into his arms, letting the bath water splash on the beautiful wood flooring. He crushed his mouth against mine as he walked me to the bed and laid me down on top of the towel. I shivered once, but realized vaguely in the back of my mind that I wasn't nearly as cold as I should have been after coming out of the hot water. He must have turned the heat up, or maybe it was the way my entire body felt like it was on fire, aching for more of Edward's addicting touches.
He settled himself on his knees between my legs, my bottom resting on his thighs, legs spread around him, my feet resting on the bed behind him. He continued to kiss me until I was gasping for breath yet again, and then he moved his mouth downward to my breasts. He flicked his cold tongue out against my hard nipple, and I sighed, arching my back against him as the sensation washed through me, a brand new wave of pleasure this time. He continued downward with his mouth, his hands slowly spreading my thighs even further apart and then lifting my hips so that his face was level with the wetness between my legs, which were trembling with anticipation.
"Edward…" I breathed, gripping the sheets in my fists. I choked on a moan when I felt Edward's tongue flick in between my lips and trace a careful circle around my clit.
"Edward!" I gasped again, involuntarily pushing my hips up and trying to get closer, but he held them still. I heard him growl, which only made me that much more aroused, biting my lip, my cheeks burning. His tongue continued to trace light patterns over that one spot. I felt so vulnerable, legs spread like this, Edward's hands gripping my already bruised hips. It was intoxicating, and my hips were trying to move on their own, even though Edward had them held perfectly still.
"Edward, more," I pleaded, throwing my head back, shuddering as his tongue moved a little quicker. My fists were pushing hard into the mattress. I felt one of his fingers slowly push inside of me, just the tip, and I suddenly realized that he was teasing me. He swirled his finger around my entrance, and my toes curled.
"You- oh," I gasped when suddenly he gave me what I needed, finger pushing all the way inside of me along with a second, tongue flicking a little faster and harder against my clit. His fingers curled and rubbed against the perfect spot inside of me. I let my eyes flutter closed, just succumbing to the pleasure as he fucked me with his fingers.
I was just starting to get close to the edge, again, when suddenly he pulled out and away, setting me down. My eyes flew open.
"What-" I didn't even get a chance to finish my question before he was leaning above me, mouth on mine, kissing me hungrily, his hands not releasing me even for a moment. I realized he was hard again, and moaned hungrily when I felt his erection push into me for the second time that night.
"Oh," I cried when he began pumping into me earnestly, picking up speed as his thumb circled my clit. When I finally reached my orgasm, it was intense; I'd been so close to the edge so many times already. I groaned and gasped, arching my back and neck as I shuddered with pleasure, fingers knotted in Edward's hair as I held him close against me. I barely felt him reaching his second orgasm, as mine was so strong, but I did vaguely hear him growling and feel him pounding into me as I came - but that only drove my orgasm further, longer.
I was shivering when I came down, panting as I slumped against the bed, eyelids heavy. Edward pulled out after a few more moments and laid next to me, pulling me against his side just like last time. I hummed tiredly, snuggling in next to him.
"Did I hurt you?" He breathed, barely audible. I frowned.
"Not even a little bit," I spoke fiercely, turning my head to look him in the eyes as I said it. He sighed, and it didn't look like he believed me, but he let the subject go as he kissed my eyelids, which were closed again.
"You have no idea…" I sighed, trying to find the right words. "No idea how incredible that was for me," I blushed as I spoke, and I was surprised when Edward laughed.
"Believe me, Bella… I'm sure I do." His voice was lower again, and he was peering down at me with those smoldering eyes, and I just had to lean up and kiss him.
"I'm not sure if I'll be able to walk around the city tomorrow," I warned him as I stretched my legs, feeling the ache in my hips as I did.
"Oh, I wasn't planning on exploring the city again. We've seen enough." Edward shrugged it off, leaning down to kiss my neck. "I can think of something I would much rather spend all of my time exploring." His voice was a growl, breathing the words against my ear. My breath caught in my throat as goosebumps erupted all over my neck and chest, and suddenly, we were both too distracted to speak again for the rest of the night.