Chapter 77 Chapter Notes

Edward and Bella finally consummate their marriage.

And a whole lot more…

***EXPLICIT SEX AND LANGUAGE***

The chapter title belongs to the Doors

Chapter 77 Light My Fire

I fall back on the rug and pull Bella on top of me, tired of waiting, tired of watching her touch herself and her watching me. I want to feel her naked body next to mine, to see her face flush with desire. I want to see her anticipation. I kiss her gently but she writhes on top of me and my own desire flames up, a sudden, bright-hot streak of need and want that will not be placated.

Bella sits up, face flushed, hair framing her lovely face. She bends close and peers at my face, then goes to open one of the bay windows. A cool breeze ruffles the curtains, filling the sitting room with fresh air.

I sigh thankfully. Although my thirst is fully under control, the fresh air is necessary, given what I hope we're about to do. Bella comes back and sits beside me. The Doors Light My Fire plays softly, but the beat, the sexuality of the song, is insistent. The time to hesitate is through…the song continues, its intriguing melody weaving in and out of my brain. Organ, guitar, drums, vocals, and Bella. She wets her bottom lip and her eyes take on a faraway look. What is she thinking?

The time to hesitate is through…

I fold an arm under my head and gaze at her. She slowly pulls her hoodie off, revealing a black lacy bra. Our eyes meet, and hers are wide and clear. My glance goes back and forth from her face to her bra, the anticipation ofseeing her naked again almost painful.

She doesn't move. I reach out and snick the front clasp and it pops open, spilling out her gorgeous breasts. Perfectly round and soft, with nipples a delicate pink. I sit up and lean against the wall. Still, she doesn't move. She looks hypnotized.

I reach out and take her by the waist, pulling her onto my lap so she's straddling me. She leans close and her breasts press against my chest, blazing embers against my freezing flesh. She doesn't seem to notice. "Tell me what you want, Bella," I say, as I trail kisses from her ear and down her neck, pausing to gather up her thick mane of chestnut hair to continue across her shoulder.

In answer, she moans and begins to rock against my growing hard on, impatiently waiting in my jeans. She stands and pulls her own jeans off, and I'm shocked to see a yellow thong. When she sees my expression, she gives me an impish grin before sprinting away, giggling. I can tell that she's hiding in the kitchen, but don't let on. I walk past her, to the back door, and she dashes out of the dark recess by the table and runs upstairs. The house is unlit, with only the fireplace and the twinkling Christmas tree to offer any illumination.

I hear her heart beating wildly in the media room. "Bella?" I call, as I walk up to our bedroom. As soon as I'm in the doorway, she races back down the stairs. I laugh. "I hear you down there," I call, and take the steps lightly. She's hiding back in the kitchen.

Bella once told me that humans like to be scared. But, not scared like she was a few days ago. Not really scared. They like suspense. The idea that something will happen that they're not expecting, versus real fear, where a monster stalks you to bite your neck so your hot blood pumps into their mouth. And then you die.

So it's suspense, and not fear, that I will bestow upon my Bella. I wait for about a minute, and then steal into the kitchen and creep up behind her. She's hovering near the pantry door. Her breathing becomes more and more ragged as she waits, and when she takes a few steps toward the kitchen door, I grab her gently by the upper arms. She shrieks as I pull her body back, close to mine.

The dark kitchen is lit only by a dim slice of light from a hazy moon and the stove clock, glowing red. Bella's heart hammers erratically in her chest. Carefully, I caress her breasts, toying with the nipples until they're rock hard. She shivers as my eager cock presses into her back. The subtle vibrations of her breathing are enough to drive me mad with desire.

"Naughty Bella, to run away," I murmur in her ear, as I gently bend her over the little kitchen table. I admire her bare ass, and my eyes follow the elusive string of the thong down her cleft. Bella is panting, her heart races, and the musky perfume of her desire smacks me in the face.

I caress her ass cheeks, then give one a slight slap. Not hard enough to even leave a red mark. Playful. Her breathing stops, then she takes a gasping breath and whimpers as she spreads her legs.

"Yes," she breathes. "Naughty Bella."

She moans as I stroke down her spine all the way to string of the thong. I kneel down and lightly kiss her ass cheeks, finally fishing out the string with my tongue. Once I've got it, I bite through, and after another quick nip at the elastic around her waist, the thong falls to the floor.

"Do it," she demands, as she spreads her legs. "Please, Edward."

My cock is all for this suggestion, but I'm not fucking Bella bent over a table. At least not the first time. But I lean my body over hers and whisper in her ear, "Are you a traditionalist, Bella? Or are you a maverick?"

"W-what do you mean?" she gasps.

"I mean," I murmur, as I reach a hand down and rub her pussy. "Do you want me to take you to bed where we can make soft, gentle love, or sit you up on our new counter and fuck you?"

She only gasps and moans as I slide my finger along her clit. Bella is not a traditionalist. I pick her up and take a few steps, setting her on her feet facing the sink. With one hand, I drop in the stopper and run the hot water. A single squeeze of detergent later and the sink holds a few inches of warm, soapy water.

"You don't know how many fantasies I've had about doing this," I murmur in her ear, as I continue my ministrations to her clitoris. "I bring you home from school, and we're alone. You're washing dishes, and I sneak into the house and press my body close to yours."

Bella's breathing is ragged. I slip one hand down to mingle with hers in the soapy water. "And we stand like this for a minute, our hands in the warm water, mine wrapped around yours as you run the sponge over the plates and saucers."

My other hand is still busy between her legs. "I can smell that you want me to fuck you," I say. Her desire soaks my hand. She's wet and ready.

"So…so do you fuck me?" She's gasping, thrusting against my hand.

I kiss my way down her neck and back, to the swell of her hip. "You turn around and kick your jeans off before I sit you on the counter." I release Bella and open the drawer that holds the kitchen towels. I place a few of them on the hard counter and then lift Bella to sit on them.

"I spread your legs and kiss you right here." I resume rubbing her clit and she whimpers.

"Look down, Bella." She tears her gaze away from my face and hesitantly looks down, between her legs. "Right here," I say again, as I pet her.

"Now, put your feet up on the counter." When she does this, it opens her up for me. "Watch what I do to your pussy, Bella. Watch me stick a finger up inside you."

Bella's eyes are as big as saucers as my finger slowly disappears. I keep stroking her clitoris, back and forth, applying gentle pressure, while thrusting with the finger.

My core tightens slightly as blood rushes to the surface of her skin. I reach behind her and open the window as wide as it will go. Bella is wide-eyed and gasping, but not moving much. I take advantage of this window and pull in deep breaths of the clean night air.

It's not enough.

Damn it. I put all my focus into relaxing my coiled muscles, but the scents coming from Bella are different, more potent than anything I've smelled before. She seems spellbound, here on this granite counter. When I add a second finger and thrust more insistently, her mouth falls open and she grits her teeth. She almost looks like she's in pain.

I feel my own eyes, wide and unblinking. She frowns and murmurs, "Are you all right?"

Am I all right? I don't know. I'm feeling a little reckless, and I can't tell if it's because I'm just a guy, finger banging his wife with one hand while the other rubs her pussy, his own desire elevated by her obvious pleasure, or if it's my vampire nature trying to escape the bindings that I keep firmly in place.

One is plain old fun, the kind of stuff that all couples do. The other is dangerous. Like, bite the wife on the neck and drink her blood dangerous. Dinner and a movie, my vampire brain thinks. And my condition is not relieved by Bella's actions on the counter. The combination of thrusting fingers and stimulated clitoris have awakened her. Leaning back on her hands, she's moaning and thrusting her hips, an expression of open-mouthed awe on her face.

Her vaginal muscles flex around my fingers enticingly, hot and wet and tight. Oh, god Bella! I look down in alarm, feeling my cock begin to throb. For one heart stopping moment, I'm afraid I'm going to come in my pants.

Good lord. Bella is totally out of control. Her hair is all around her face in a wild tangle and her skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat as she slams closer to my fingers. When she begins to pant, I know that she's close. In a few seconds, she shrieks and her whole body seizes. After the spasms and gasps of her orgasm have subsided, she looks at me with her mouth open in astonishment.

I remove the fingers carefully and unbutton my jeans, kicking them and my boxers to the floor. She reaches out with trembling hands and quickly unbuttons my shirt, leaving it to hang open. I take a moment to look at Bella in her naked perfection. When I lean down and run my tongue around her nipples, finally taking one into my mouth to suckle, she grabs my head with both hands and runs her fingers through my hair.

I feel completely undone. We haven't even had real sex yet and I'm overwhelmed with sensation. The intimate act of placing my fingers inside of Bella and her electric reaction seems to have pushed us both about over the edge.

Bella's hands weave through my hair as the perfume of her arousal surrounds me. My core is as tight as a drum and I yank my mouth away from her breast as venom surges to nearly overflowing. Luckily, a breeze has picked up and I'm praying that the fresh air will help to clear my head.

I step back for a moment, focusing all my concentration into keeping Bella safe. But I can see him, out of the corner of my eye. The fiend. And if he gets out, he'll just ruin everything. The wind picks up and blows in my face, and I take a moment to fully marshal every bit of my immense concentration.

My muscles relax minutely, and after a few more deep breaths, when I know that I've got him tethered solidly to his post again, I feel as if I can continue.

My cock is painfully hard, demanding relief. Bella spreads her legs wide and leans back on her hands, her eyes following my cock as I guide it toward her cleft. As the tip of my member touches the inferno of her flesh, electricity zings all through my body again, making my legs tremble.

As in every fantasy I've had about bedding Bella, there's a tightness that I have to press into. She tenses and I stop moving, feeling almost overwhelmed with her heat. "Remember," she says, panting, "not to imagine the vagina as a rigid tube."

"A rigid tube," I breathe into her ear, as I feel a bit of give.

"Not a rigid tube, she says with a gasp. She gives a bit of a startled grunt. "It stretches."

Both of us chuckle a bit at this exchange, taken from the Alice playbook. And it's exactly what was needed to ease the tension.

"Oh, god, Bella," I moan, as inch by inch, we watch as she pulls me inside of her. Her heat is all around me, her scent swirls above me like a cloud, and her pulse beats like a drum.

"In your fantasy, what comes next?" she whispers, her voice shaky.

"I make sure that you're okay," I say, as I motion her to place her legs to rest over my forearms.

"I'm okay," she says with a gasp.

"Then I fuck you," I breathe in a low, throaty whisper. "I've wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you, baby." I calibrate my movements to be precise, not too hard, but Bella undermines my control. She writhes and slams into me, taking my cock deeper.

A feeling of nirvana overcomes me, making it difficult to concentrate, but I see that Alice was right. I can do this without hurting Bella. With intense concentration, this open window nearby and my overflowing love, I tighten the bindings on my predatory nature, and safely bed my wife.

She sits up and kisses me, twining her blazing hands up through my hair, and the sensation of taking Bella, naked on our new kitchen counter, her warmth wrapped around my cock, her muscles flexing as she moves, makes me feel more human than I remember feeling when I was human.

I pull out, pick her up, and run to the sitting room, where I lay her down on the thick rug. She spreads her legs and pulls me down on top of her. "What happens in this part of the fantasy?" she whispers, as she wriggles under me. I enter her slowly, but there's no resistance, and we begin to move together.

"I fuck you until you come, Bella," I murmur as I kiss her. Bella's breath in my mouth causes my thoughts to scatter, which worries me. My thirst isn't fully sublimated. I refocus and find a rhythm that Bella responds to, feeling the base of my cock slam up against her clitoris. After a few minutes, her body begins to shudder and in seconds, she arches her back and screams out her release. Right after she's calmed, I feel the familiar tightening in my abdomen, but the need to biteis overpowering in a way that shocks me.

Bella tries to kiss me but my mouth swims with venom. I swallow and roll over so she is sitting on me. I begin to thrust up, but not too deeply. The venom is relentless. My legs begin to tremble again and the tightening in my abdomen intensifies.

I don't lose myself the way I do during my fantasies, out in the woods. I can't. Part of my mind is forced to remain in the present, and I take my hands off of Bella's fragile flesh and press my palms down hard on the rug. Don't hurt her. Don't thrust too hard. Listen for her cries of pain. I think these things over and over as the crescendo of my own desperate climax overtakes me.

When I'm finished, she collapses onto me. After a moment, we become uncoupled and lie on our sides, facing each other, both astonished, I think, to have finallymanaged it. Bella stares at me, still with that stunned look on her face.

"My god," Edward, that was…that was…" Her lips are still parted.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" My voice is frantic, but I smell no blood, and her heart is beating at a regular rhythm.

"No, no, I'm not hurt."

"Is there something wrong?" Now I'm second-guessing everything that we did. Um, everything that I did to her.

She gives her head a little shake. "I've been imagining sex with you since that first day, when I saw you and your family walk into the cafeteria. I know I'm only human, but I imagined some pretty hot stuff. Nothing could come close to what we just did. Nothing."

"So you enjoyed yourself?"

After a short silence, Bella gives a laugh. "Yeah. Yeah, I did." She pauses. "Wait. Were you okay? I mean, when you pulled back, I thought you were having trouble."

"For a moment," I say. "But I took Carlisle's and Alice's advice. Go slow, deep breaths, open window. And total concentration. But tell me how I made you feel."

"Um, naughty Bella could have been really fun."

"You didn't want me to spank you." Not a question.

"Well, being 'disciplined' can be fun, I think. I know you would be gentle with me, but that was…oh, god. I don't know. Just about the most exciting thing ever. Being bent over the table. Not knowing what was coming next."

Bella blushes and I say, "Okay. There's more. What are you embarrassed about?"

"I guess one of the most exciting things was the anticipation before the actual sex. I mean, it's always been a favorite fantasy of mine for you to fuck me bent over a table." Perhaps it's easier for her to say the word 'fuck' when we're lying here in the dark, after just completing that action. To me, it's just a word, no better or worse than 'sex' or 'come' or any of the other words we use to describe an action or a thing.

"Tell me," I whisper, as I stroke one perfect breast.

"It's always dark, so I can't see it coming. I can only hear your voice. And it's just like what happened tonight. You bend me over the desk in my room, nudge my legs apart, and grip my hips. And then you do it."

"I fuck you in the dark, bent over your desk. Is that it?" I whisper.

'Yeah," she says, her voice shaky. "But in the fantasy, you're a scary vampire. Not like now."

I sigh. With disappointment? Relief? With acknowledgment that instead of a feral, wild thing I am now domesticated? I don't know. She continues, "I really wanted you to do it like that tonight, but I'm glad we did what we did." Her heartbeat picks up. "With the fingers. My god."

She'll never know the amount of planning and thought that I had to put into the act to keep her in one piece, the amount of concentration necessary for me to modulate my responses, calculate the pressure of my movements, and calibrate every reaction. I frown, thinking it was probably like fucking a robot, but Bella radiates satisfaction.

And she wants to play naughty Bella? My cock is stirring again, just thinking about it.

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Come on, baby, light my fire
Come on, baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire