Chapter 75 Chapter Notes

Bella and Edward finally enjoy some real intimacy.

Again, the chapter might be prophetic.

***WARNING EXPLICIT SEX AND LANGUAGE***

The chapter title belongs to AC/DC

Chapter 75 Hard as a Rock December 13th – 20th

It takes me days to make up my mind to touch Bella, to allow her to touch me. Finally, after a week of standing in front of her, jerking off, watching her rub herself to orgasm, I decide to ramp up our sexual activity, even though my thirst has been on the edge of out of control for days now.

I've hunted almost every night, overfeeding really, in the hope that the glut of animal blood will be enough to keep my inner demon at bay. The venom has been relentless, though, and I feel as if I've swallowed gallons of it since my return.

On Wednesday, Bella seems distracted on the drive home from school. She's still struggling with calculus, and frankly, I wish she'd just drop it. She doesn't need it to graduate, but she won't let go of the notion that she can't understand it to the level that I can. I want her focus on me, not on the stupid subject. But I've been helping her as much as I can and try to put selfish thoughts away.

To be honest, Bella's near total focus is on me, on us and our newly wedded status.

Unlike every other day, where Bella tossed down her raincoat and bag, and ran upstairs shedding every stitch of clothing on the way to the bed, where she eagerly awaited me, today she calmly hangs up her raincoat and goes into the sitting room. I follow her to the settee and we curl up together. "What's wrong, Bella. Why so glum?"

"I'm okay," she says, as she turns her face away from me.

I gather her damp hair in one hand and kiss my way down her neck, causing her to gasp and moan. Passion rises up inside me, and as she turns toward me, I pick her up by the waist and pull her onto my lap. She begins to squirm as she kisses me, causing my cock to wake up.

Boy, does it wake up. I stand and place Bella on her feet. First, I gently pull her sweatshirt off, along with the undershirt and the shirt that she wears under the undershirt. Finally, I reach her bra, which I unclasp. She wriggles and it falls to the floor.

"Unbutton your jeans," I say. She does, but leaves them hanging open. I can see the lace of her pink underwear, just waiting to drive me mad. Our eyes meet and she slowly and seductively lowers the pants to the floor. Quickly she kicks off her boots and socks.

Now, this is something I never even thought to fantasize about. Naked Bella in our very own sitting room.I spend a few moments just looking at her lovely human body, warm and fragrant, with that tasty cinnamon smell mingling with her earthy perfume.

When she approaches me, I'm overcome again by the perfection of this situation. Our house. This is our house.

We are married. Slowly getting to know each other sexually. Bella is a responsive and eager participant, ready to get down to the real sex, I'm sure, but having fun as we explore each other.

I pick her up and carry her upstairs slowly, kissing her all the way. When I place her on the bed, she gets up on her knees and unbuttons my shirt. I shed the rest of my clothes and join her on the bed, feeling a contentment rise up inside me that I never knew was possible.

Her heart beats a wild tattoo as I trail my hands over her silken flesh. "Do you know how long I have waited for this day?" she breathes, as I kiss down her neck and caress one perfect breast. "How many nights I dreamed of this?" She writhes seductively in my arms, and I'm surprised that her body glistens with a light sheen of sweat. We're lying skin to skin, and because I'm a cold-blooded creature, there's at least a twenty degree difference in our body temperatures, but she doesn't seem to notice.

"Bella," I murmur, as I hover over her and kiss her. I am awash in sensation, as her hot breath saturates the air between us. I open myself up to her, and with my heightened senses, feel every molecule of my flesh tingle at her touch, feel every spot that she touches burn with painless fire.

She moans into my mouth, and I taste her sweet breath. I inhale Bella, finding that the more I experience, the more I want. And I fall even deeper into the whirlpool of her. I pepper her face with kisses while she gasps my name, over and over.

My closeness to her hasn't triggered my desire to feed, probably because my sexual needs have taken priority. Part of my brain wonders if it has to be one or the other: Feeding or sex. They're both such overriding needs. But sadly, I know that I'm simply romanticizing the moment. Of course I can feed while I am sexually excited. Doesn't orgasm intensify the need to bite? I remind myself that I still have to be careful. Like, really careful.

"How can you be so good at this if you've never done it before?" she whispers, as I trail my icy tongue down her neck, to her breast, her stomach, to the inside of her thigh. She gasps, her mouth open in surprise and elation. Her warm hand ruffles through my hair and the perfume of her body slams into me.

I don't tell her how many books I've read on the subject. How many movies I've watched. Not pornography. Every fool knows that tab A goes into slot B. What I learned was technique. And from my silent trespass into every human's mind that I queued in line with, sat next to on a bus, or simply walked by on the street, I gleaned that all humans think about sex, but men think about it roughly once every ten seconds. And I learned a lot. What to do. What not to do. What women want.

They want a man with a slow hand. Someone who will attend to their needs.

What they don't want is to be frightened. Or, at least not afraid for their very lives. I've put every bit of my strength into shoring up the protections that surround the fiend, hoping that he doesn't make a stealthy escape while I'm in the throes of passion, but the truth is that I'm not totally safe around my bride.

Visions of Bella, spread out, while I fuck her until she screams out as she comes, riot around my head, but it's too soon, too soon, too soon. I keep telling myself this over and over, and finally, I'm able to climb off the ledge, toward sanity.

"I've had a hard time this week," I murmur, as Bella kisses down my neck to my chest. Every spot that she's kissed tingles with an electric current.

"Hard time?" she breathes, as she runs her warm hands down to my cock, already at the starting gate, anxiously awaiting the bell that releases him.

I gently take Bella's hand in mine and she looks up at me. "Come up here," I say.

When she's lying beside me again, I say, "The venom has been relentless this week, Bella. Even though I've hunted every night, I still feel edgy, so I'm not going to make love to you yet. But I think we can still have a good time."

"Okay," she gasps.

I roll her to her back and nudge her legs open. She looks over to me, her breathing so shallow I'm afraid she might pass out as I meander a cold finger down her belly, through her curls, and find her clit.

Her breathing is ragged and she arches her back, then lays still, then moves her hips. She thrusts up against my finger as I drag it back to her silky cleft for some moisture, then up to her clit again.

"Oh, my god," she whispers, over and over, as her hands clench and unclench. I chuckle silently, thinking that I must be doing this right. I keep careful track of the pressure I exert, pressing only hard enough to effect a reaction. It takes a few minutes, and Bella ends up almost pulling my hair out, but I am gratified by her scream as she splays out flat and climaxes violently. It takes all my resolve not to shed my clothes and jump on her.

"Damn," she says, her mouth open in astonishment. "I didn't realize it would feel that different. That was…the most amazing thing ever." Her panting warms the air, leading me further into bliss, making me wonder what noises she'll make when I give her an orgasm during actual sex.

When she touches me, it's like nothing I could have ever imagined. Her hand feels like velvet. As she inexpertly begins the motion, I lay back, content that she'll master it. And I'm just satisfied that her hand is on me.

I close my eyes and let the electricity tear through my body, occasionally stealing a look at her, at the expression of utter concentration on her face. At first, she mimics my own hand movements that she's witnessed a few times now, but when a bit of precum glistens at the tip, she leans over and licks it off.

My legs jerk out straight as the current nearly cripples me, and I come dangerously close to falling off of the bed. She gives me a smile and continues her hand movements, while simultaneously licking and kissing the tip. The other hand caresses my balls and perenium. This, what Bella is doing to me, seems just as intimate as the finger bang. Her tongue is hot on my freezing cock, and in minutes I feel the tightening in my abdomen, then a weird tinglingup the back of my legs.

I open my mouth to warn her, but it takes me by surprise and surges forth. Bella gets a face full, but she enthusiastically licks it up. Oh, my god, she licks it up.

What I thought was going to be a simple hand job morphed into something I feel I could write a poem about. A song.

With the satiated wholeness that I feel right now, I think I could topple regimes, invent a spaceship that could travel to Saturn, dig a hole to the center of the Earth with my bare hands.

I'm mute. Bella and I just stare at each other. I'm in a bit of shock at what just happened. It was like nothing I could have imagined. She looks down at my cock, withering finally, its task accomplished, to her hand, then back at me. "I did it!" she squeals.

"Yeah," I finally manage. "You certainly did." I don't have words to process exactly how that felt. Just when I think my legs will support me, she leans forward and plants a little kiss, right at the tip. She smiles when she sees the bemused look on my face and rolls off the bed to get dressed.

From the closet, she calls out, "Now, how about some supper?" When she turns around, I'm right behind her, teeth bared in a playful pantomime, but she comically rears back in horror.

"Human food supper!" she says with a laugh.

She'd made some noise about pizza, and I kiss her lovely face, get dressed and call in a pick-up order.

And now it's my turn to rear back in horror. Burnt cheese and tomatoes. Just the worst.

December 21st

School is the predictable bore. As it's the last day before the Christmas holidays, the students are in a festive mood, and a little nicer. It's great that they can manage to be civil at least once a year. I'm still miffed that none of them, except Angela, congratulated Bella on our wedding.

They're still muttering about her. How had she snagged me? Why did we get married so young? Somebody said her dad moved out and she's living in her house with Edward. They all congratulate themselves that it was a good choice to move on from their friendship with Bella, because she was just 'weird'. None of them, except Angela and Ben, attempt to understand Bella's choices.

I also get insight into what she looked like and how she behaved after I left from several of them. Ouch. That wasn't pretty. And Mike Newton is more than happy to think about just what a mess she was. He's gotten over his crush on her, but still holds a grudge against me, wishing that I would die. Little does he know about the Cullens.

After school, Bella and I run up the stairs, but she doesn't strip off her clothes as usual, just sits, cross-legged against the headboard. After I unbutton my shirt, I stop at the foot of the bed, distracted by her simple beauty. She smiles playfully and says, "Well, are you going to take your pants off?"

Her forehead creases at the intensity of my gaze, maybe, and she beckons me to the side of the bed. She crawls over to me, and as she reaches to undo my belt, her warm hand grazes my skin. A shockwave rockets up my side.

I don't know what I'm doing here, standing beside the bed. And confusion isn't part of my reality. But here we are.

Bella pops the five buttons of my jeans and yanks them around my thighs. I feel her sharp intake of breath and when I look down, her lips are pursed. She's trying not to laugh at my boxers. I hope.

She giggles. "Scooby Doo?"

"Alice buys them," I admit. "It's kind of a joke." I look longingly at the bedroom window, closed because it's pouring rain outside. I tense, really needing some fresh air. I'm thankful that Bella is still dressed. I don't need any more distractions.

"Alice buys your underwear," she teases. I smile, because the story behind it is hilarious, just not one that I want to share right this minute. And I'm distracted today, as my thirst is not sublimated.

Not at all.

Bella meets my eye, and then runs her hands up and down my bare legs, each time edging closer to the legs of the undershorts. Her hands scorch my skin and I wait in agony for her to finally touch me.

Her fingers sweep up my legs and inside the leg of my boxers to caress my cock, then dip back out again. She runs her hands up the backs of my legs, then gets on her knees to slide them inside my shirt. Two blistering fingers inch their way up my backbone to the nape of my neck, then back down.

"Your skin is so smooth," she murmurs, as she plants a kiss in the middle of my chest. Her lips leave a trail of painless fire, and it takes all my will, all my will, not to throw her down and fuck her.

Or bite her. Good lord. I need some fresh air. I feel as brittle as a pane of glass, as if I will shatter into a million tiny shards if she touches me again. Electricity zings all through my body. Every nerve ending is on fire as I contemplate her tongue on my cock again. She places her palms against my cheeks and kisses my face, then edges that steaming tongue down my neck, to my chest, to the flat plane of my stomach. My legs begin to tremble at what I think is coming next, and I reach out to hold the bed as she takes two fingers and skims Scooby's waistband. He drops to the floor.

She is face to face with my cock. Hesitantly, she runs her hand up and down my shaft, sending me into an ecstasy of delight. "This is perfect," she murmurs. She glances up at me through a curtain of dark lashes. "Is it perfect?" lick, lick, lick. "I've never seen one in the flesh." Her voice is barely audible. It's just a whisper of hot breath on my frigid member.

I cannot speak. I am paralyzed. But I wonder: Is it perfect? Men think about sex, and by extension, their own cocks, more often than they think about anything else. While trespassing into mens' thoughts, I've seen thousands. Tens of thousands. Of all sizes. And I've seen both Emmett's and Jasper's in the flesh, due to their wanton sexual activities with their mates, but Bella is the only person who can really answer that question.

But maybe it was rhetorical. Maybe she's teasing me. I try not to break the new bed as she's now licking it like a fucking lollypop, from the base, all the way to the tip. My thirst seems to be ebbing slightly. But my core has begun to tighten, which worries me.

Slowly, her tongue dances around the tip, which she peppers with kisses. Some are little pecks, some are open-mouthed french kisses, with lots of tongue. Bella's mouth is a blowtorch on my cold flesh. She licks, then fondles, then takes as much of my length as will fit into her mouth and begins to move up and down, her hand assisting her at the base.

When she bends down to lick and suck on my balls, I feel that pane of glass crack. The sensation that begins down there races up my body, all the way to the top of my head. With one finger, she rubs my perineum, then begins to lick and suck on my cock again.

This act is something else that every man thinks about. Every man. From the teenager who has just gotten it on for the first time to the preacher, standing at the door of the chapel, shaking hands with his parishioners, and every man in between. Every man who's had a blow job thinks about it. Every man who hasn't, thinks about what it would be like.

My brothers think about it all the time, especially Emmett. He'd sit for hours in school and think of nothing else, but he's never had a human's blazing mouth on his flesh. I wonder if I can tell him. I'd love to see the look on his face.

My breath shudders as Bella continues her ministrations on my cold flesh. Occasionally, she takes her mouth off, licking and kissing up and down, her tongue a bright spot of fire. She moans and sucks and fondles, and I feel like I am going to fall into her, and never come out again. Weird psychedelic shapes and bright colors flood my mind as I get closer and closer to what is certainly going to be the best come of my existence.

When I feel the tightening in my abdomen that signals release, I'm surprised by the guttural growls that emanate from me. The smell of Bella's own arousal further inflames me and when I come, I try to pull away, but she grabs my buttocks. Just like last night, it gets in her mouth and all over her, really, but I feel the rhythmic actions as she swallows. I don't break the bed, but it's a near thing.

I stand before her like an idiot, slack mouthed, as she cleans me with her flaming tongue. And I have got to tell Emmett about this. He won't believe it.

Bella wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, a huge smile on her face. She looks pretty pleased with herself. I mock-frown at her. "And where did you learn to do that?" I say, as I escape to the window. It's still raining, but I wrench it open and gulp the fresh air.

She gives an embarrassed laugh. "When I was a freshman, I had a friend named Tammy. I stayed over at her house one weekend when her parents were away. She showed me her dad's porn movie cache, and we spent a memorable night watching them."

My mouth drops open. Like, wide enough for a foot to fit in. "You—"

"All night," she says, with a playful smile. "We watched men and women, two men and a woman, two men…oral, anal, you name it." She says this confidently, without any trace of shyness.

"You watched two men doing anal sex when you were, what, fourteen years old? And two men and a woman?"

"Yup."

I match her grin. "So, you two found the content exciting? Stimulating?" Deep breaths. Good lord. My core is as tight as a drum.

"What you're really asking me is if Tammy and I 'explored each other separately'?" She looks at me quizzically, playfully.

"Um, well…yeah." Oh god, oh, my good god. Swallow the venom, no matter how much it burns.

"We did not. Although, that was when I learned how to have an orgasm."

I close my eyes and imagine Bella at fourteen, eager to escape to her dark bedroom to experiment. "Was that a difficult thing to learn?" I ask, "or did you, ah, get the hang of it right away?" I'm trying to relax, but these damn muscles just won't uncoil. I get a funny feeling in my shoulders, a tension that I'm afraid of.

She lowers her head slightly and regards me through dark lashes. "You're asking me how long I had to rub my pussy until I came? Right?"

A surprised laugh escapes me. "Um, yeah." Oh, god, Bella!

"It took a minute. I didn't realize right away that I had to press, not just rub. But once I learned the technique, I did it all the time. Every night. After I met you, it was almost unbearable."

I try to grin, but I'm afraid it comes out as a grimace. "What would you say if I told you that sometimes I was there, watching you, as you did it?" I begin to think about falling into a crouch. Why don't I warn Bella away from me? Am I safe right now?

Her eyes widen, and then she smiles. Predictably, a faint blush colors her cheeks. "Could you see? Or just hear and smell?" She doesn't seem upset.

I take a few more deep breaths. "Ah, well, you were usually covered, but the knowledge of your hand, mingling in your curls, made me crazy. And the sounds that you made when you came… I spent a lot of time in my tree, jerking off."

While I'm still pondering if I can tell Emmett about this blowjob, Bells gets back up on her knees. "You're sure it's not safe for you to kiss me? Down here?" She moves her hand to the cleft between her legs, which smells like it is dripping with desire. Thank god she still has her pants on.

"And if a bit of venom drips off of my tongue, what then?" I whisper, willing myself to calm down, to uncoil, to step back. You can keep Bella safe. Alice said you could do this.

Bella smiles and crawls off the bed. That movement, combined with a gust of wind from the open window, swirls her scent around the room. I hear myself growl and my body falls into a hunting crouch. Bella stops walking and gazes up at me, mouth open in fear.

I have just enough wits left to hold out a shaking hand and cry, "GO! RUN!"

She rears back and meets my gaze for one second, before she's out the bedroom door. I hear her feet on the stairs, then the front door is wrenched open and she's outside, thank god. I hear her Volvo peel out.

And she's gone.