The Girls of Forks - A High School Pin-Up Calendar OUTTAKES

by Ptool

Josh and Bella get up to lots of things that don't make it into their main story; thus, we have the outtakes! Each one will be a new chapter, and will contain all the extra and often smutty stuff that won't make it into the T rating of the main story. If you like Bella and Josh, or perhaps further insight into other characters, then this might be your cup of tea...

1. Jacuzzi's and Josh

Outtake from "The Girls of Forks The Girls of Forks - A High School Pin-Up Calendar for Charity

A/N - This outtake occurs *directly* after the end of chapter 9 - it is, in fact, a continuation of their night after skating with their friends. It does *not* go to M rated territory for quite a while - perhaps 1/2 to 2/3 in, but is definitely 'steamy'. As you shall see...

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After a long day of in Port Angeles, I was anxious and eager for this night. We walked into his house hand in hand, the tingling of his skin making me fidgety.

Josh closed and locked the door behind me, before taking my coat and hanging it on a hook, his smile wide and welcoming. I followed him through the entryway which was mostly dark, as only a small lamp was turned on and we moved through one of the wide arches off the parlor. We then walked into the kitchen, where he had earlier lit a few big candles on the glass table, giving a soft, dim light to the whole room. He flipped a switch on a remote and soft Spanish guitar music played quietly in the background.

The whole thing was cheesily romantic and very relaxing. I smiled widely at him, as he seemed to have read my mood perfectly. This was exactly what I needed - quiet, romantic time with Josh.

"Do you want to sit for a while?" He gestured to the white leather couches that created a cozy nook behind the table, with a thick, plush rug underneath that contrasted with the dark wood floors.

I nodded gratefully. "Yes. I am pretty beat," I yawned, my eyes opening wide in embarrassment, my hand quickly covering my open mouth.

Josh chuckled, grabbing a blue throw blanket for me as I sat. He leaned down by my feet, and I raised my eyebrows at him as he pulled off my trainers, laughing at me when I wiggled my toes in mock indignation; he winked at me, knowing I was secretly pleased with him, and I just huffed as he settled down next to me.

He leaned forward, and gave me a gentle kiss, which soon deepened, and we clutched ourselves to one another. When he released me, I sat back, and winced when I felt a twinge in my back.

"Stiff?" Josh asked, and moved behind me, and began rubbing my shoulders. When his hands squeezed my upper back, and I moaned so loudly it was almost embarrassing. "Wow, Bella, are you ok?"

I nodded, motioning with my chin for him to keep going. When he didn't move fast enough for me, I huffed at him, making him chuckle.

"Ok, ok, taskmaster," he chuckled, continuing his delightful rubbing of my shoulders and neck.

I felt him kissing the side of my neck, and I shook my head. "Making out later, more massaging now," I demanded.

He pulled his head back, looking at me with a wide grin splitting his absurdly handsome face.

"What?" I asked, perplexed at both his expression, and for his stopping those wonderful sensations.

"You are absolutely adorable, Bella. And way too tense."

"Well, yeah," I agreed. "What do you think I am hinting at?" I winked at him, making him laugh.

He smiled playfully at me. "I usually don't elicit moans like that from just a shoulder rub," he teased. "Those usually come...later."

"Josh!" My face blushed crimson, but when I saw the silly expression on his face I giggled.

He reached forward again, and slowly caressed the side of my neck. "Mmm, we have all night for that," he leaned up and kissed my below my ear, "and tomorrow morning too," he whispered, planting more kisses along my neck and jaw, and I was soon moaning for a different reason than sore muscles.

When he stopped, I looked at him grumpily. He would be the death of me!

"I want you relaxed, and toasty, and I want all that tension gone. Okay?" he said, his voice quiet and soothing.

At that point I would agree to almost anything he wanted, so long as I felt those delicious hands and those sweet kisses, so I just nodded.

Giving me one last kiss to my jaw, he pulled back. "I want to draw you a delicious hot bath in the Jacuzzi. It will help you unwind, come." He stood up, and I let him pull me to my feet after taking his hand. I was a bit nervous, but I dutifully followed him up the stairs, over the stretch of upstairs hallway that arched over the main foyer and led to the bedrooms at the east end of the house.

We passed two good sized bedrooms that shared a bathroom, and another pair of bedrooms with their own en-suites. Finally, at the end of the hallway with it's own set of carved, double wooden doors painted a creamy off-white, was the master suite.

The room was very large, with wide sliding doors that opened onto a deck that looked out over the pool and grounds, and gave a view to the sea to the north, where the moon currently hung like an enormous silvery disc.

I remembered waking up in here this morning, and being amazed by the view of the room with sunlight streaming in, but it was just as fabulous at night.

Josh told me to get comfortable while he drew the bath, and he walked into the en-suite bathroom, partially shutting the door behind him. I happily fell back onto the ottoman that backed up into the plush blue couches, closing my eyes and sighing at the feel of the soft velvet.

I heard some cabinets being opened and closed, and then the sound of the bath running. I tried to will myself to relax, but I was both tense from the day, and from the sexy thoughts running through my head; baths and water and Josh...mmm.

I briefly let my mind wander to the last few weeks, and about how easy and natural our relationship was. Obviously, there was a tremendous attraction and lust between us that seemed to get hotter every time we saw each other, and sometimes I could imagine steam coming from where we kissed.

I sometimes worried that Josh was a rebound for me, something that Angela and I had discussed a few times. But after really thinking it through, I didn't think that was it at all. I had not been with Edward for six months, and my feelings for him had changed. I think I had rose-tinted glasses on while he and I dated, and I now looked back on my relationship with him with a very heavy dose of scepticism.

Besides the most obvious thing - Josh and I were both human! - we seemed to click on many levels. We had similar senses of humor, and we laughed a lot with each other - something I rarely did with Edward - and that I now recognized as an important part of a relationship. We also had similar interests - we both loved to read, we loved old films, we loved long walks by the water or watching the waves at sunset. We could relax together, without the need to fill every moment with activity. Our morals - our feelings of right and wrong, or when something or someone went too far - also seemed to align pretty well. Neither of us were religious, and neither of us were in any rush whatsoever to have children, or even were sure we wanted any.

The few arguments we had - after all, no couple was perfect - were resolved without too much fuss or tension. I had spoken to my mom and my friends about him, at length - something I never did when I was in my relationship with Edward, as there were so many secrets related to his vampiric nature that almost everything would have been omissions or lies - and they gave Josh high scores when it came to conflict resolution.

The only time I had seen him really get angry at me was when I completely dismissed a rather legitimate concern he had about riding a high end motorcycle that his father stored in the garage. It was a expensive 1980's Ducati; a big, powerful performance bike that was designed for speed and maneuverability and racetracks, very different than the small, lightweight bikes I rode with Jacob. Josh offered to take me for a ride, to teach me about the gears, and about the way the bike handled. I had scoffed at him, trying to show off a little, and had jumped on the bike without even a helmet on and fired it up. As I flipped the kickstand and was ready to zoom out of the garage, he stormed over and put his hand on the brake and hit the kill switch, cutting the engine. He manhandled me off the bike, and told me in no uncertain terms that he would be happy to let me ride the bike, *if* I wore a helmet and *if* I let him show me what it was capable of. He was angry, and almost cursed, telling me that if I blipped the throttle just a little bit too much the bike was going to tear away from me at very high speed, as it could get to sixty miles per hour in under three seconds.

I stupidly yelled back at him, telling him I could handle it, and he scolded me, lecturing me like I was an idiot.

When I finally calmed down, and acquiesced to letting him give me a ride - with a helmet - I realized, to my chagrin, that he had been right. The bike was so much faster than my dirt bike that if I had turned the throttle like I had planned, I probably would have flown off the back of the bike and gotten badly hurt.

I was quite pleased that he never held that over me, and never spoke to me or treated me like I was younger or less experienced in life than he was - even though it was true - and my estimation of him rose considerably after that.

I knew I shouldn't compare Edward and Josh, but it was unavoidable. In the end, the biggest difference was that, unlike Edward, Josh was comfortable with himself and who he was. He was very easygoing, enjoyed having a lot of friends, and despite being somewhat private was always willing to share his thoughts with me. Edward was the complete opposite in all those respects.

And, unlike Edward, Josh never tried to monopolize my time, always willing to be inclusive and spend time with my friends and me at the same time.

Besides my obvious affection for him, Josh was a genuinely great guy. I'd seen his Facebook page, met a few people he knew while we walked around Port Angelas, and I'd heard him on speakerphone talking to his friends. He seemed well-respected, and he seemed to be a great listener that people could rely on. From what I could tell, his charm seemed to be completely authentic and not manufactured. He wasn't arrogant, though he certainly had the money and looks that might make someone think he would be.

I emerged from my ruminations when I heard a whooshing sound - the jacuzzi jets I guessed - and opened my eyes as Josh emerged from bathroom. He crossed to me and sat down, our thighs rubbing together as he pulled me to his side. I quirked my eyebrow as he lifted my feet into his lap, but then he began to massage the arch of my foot, and I couldn't help the moan his touch engendered. Embarrassed at my neediness, I nevertheless closed my eyes and surrendered to his ministrations, letting him work his magic into my sore feet.

After a few minutes, I felt his gaze on me. I opened my eyes, unsurprised to see him staring at me with a soft, loving look that made me shiver. Our eyes remained locked for a long moment, and I was both thrilled and scared by the intensity of his gaze even as he continued to work my feet.

I finally was able to break his stare, and I immediately felt bereft. "Josh, you are spoiling me," I murmured.

He reached for my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. "Bella," he said, softly, "you are easy to spoil." He lifted our joined hands, kissing my knuckles. "So very easy. And I enjoy doing so."

I sat there with him, my chest feeling tight at the strong emotions that were running through me, unprepared for the intensity of the feelings.

I hadn't felt like this in so long.

The moment was broken when he chuckled. "Plus, it's in the job description of a good boyfriend," he announced with authority.

I giggled at him, laying my head back, closing my eyes again, my hand still clutched in his. We lay there for a few minutes, my feet still in his lap and our fingers knotted together. One nice thing about Josh was that we could have moments where there was just quiet; no need to fill every silence with unnecessary chatter, leaving us able to fully relax together.

I was feeling so peaceful, that I actually began to doze off, when Josh gently pinched my feet. I blinked groggily at him, and he winked at me. "Come on, the bath's ready," he said, standing up and walking with me to the bathroom. I followed him through the door, surprised by the very dim lighting, and then gasped at the jacuzzi whirlpool tub - a white, ceramic behemoth that could easily fit two, perhaps even three people in it - that was filled with churning, steamy water that looked so inviting I wanted to just sink right in.

As my eyes traveled around the room, I smiled when I saw the reason for the dim lighting; Josh had lit four large braziers that each housed several large, white wax candles that gently flickered. He flipped a switch on the wall, turning off the already low track lighting, leaving a subdued, flickering glow that evoked erotic and romantic imagery that made me very eager for the bath.

The ethereal atmosphere, and the thought behind setting this up for me, made me absolutely melt. I turned to Josh, and those same strong emotions he evoked earlier when we stared into each other's eyes returned, even stronger now. In fact, they felt like they were radiating out of me, and I grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him down to me, surprising him, as I kissed him hungrily, my tongue pushing into his mouth.

When I released him, I gave him a gentle smile. "Thank you, Josh. This is beautiful." His large hand softly stroked my cheek, and I felt tears come unbidden to my eyes. This beautiful man was so thoughtful, and was so good to me. He could probably have any woman that he wanted, and he wanted me.

I didn't question it - I tried so hard not to be the insecure girl that had always questioned her place at Edward's side - so I just decided I was lucky to have him in my life right now, and I would cherish every moment I had with him, letting the uncertainty of the future take care of itself.

It was freeing to think such things.

Deep down, where my rational side lived, I knew my feelings for him had progressed very very quickly; after all, we had only been dating for three weeks. But the feelings he evoked in me, the passion I felt for him, the things I wanted to do with him...they were intense. And when he spoiled me like this, made me feel like the most cherished woman in the world...my emotions were strong enough to scare me. In many ways, I was out of my depth with him; he was almost twenty four years old, and had been out of high school for six years, whereas I was still only eighteen. But the feelings I had, and the things I saw when I looked into his eyes...well, it was not difficult to make every single moment count.

And right now, I wanted him with me in this tub. This was a fantasy any girl could get behind!

Oblivious to my deep thoughts, Josh kissed my forehead, before moving his lips to my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my jaw, and the corner of my mouth. He smiled, and stepped away from me, moving to drop my hand, but I didn't let his go.

Josh looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and my face turned red. Gathering my courage, I turned to fully face him. "Aren't you going to join me?" I blurted.

A slow, sinful smile spread across his face that made my insides heat up. With darkening eyes, he pulled our still joined hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of my fingers. "I would love to, Bella, but I didn't want to assume anything."

I took a deep breath, fighting nerves and chewing my lip. Josh and I had fooled around last night, touching each other and bringing each other pleasure, but had gone no further.

But I wanted this, and I knew I was ready, with him.

I trusted him, and was falling in love with him.

I had my answer.

Looking at his dark blue eyes, I nodded my head firmly. "I want to do this. Just...just give me a minute to get in, then come back, ok?"

He gave me a radiant smile, moved forward to kiss the top of my head, and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

I let out an enormous breath, and willed myself to relax. I let my eyes trail around the room, only partially noticing the opulence of it; the crisp white towels and bathrobes that hung from gold hooks, the white marble tile on the walls and floor, and the large mirrors over the granite double sinks. I turned my head in the opposite direction, and saw an enormous shower with multiple shower heads, a toilet, and a bidet with silver knobs.

I relaxed to the sound of the whooshing jets, the glow of the candles and the warmth of the steam. I also heard, just barely audible underneath the sound of the jets, the Spanish guitar music that Josh often had playing on the house stereo.

With shaking hands, I slowly undressed, leaving my clothes loosely folded on the counter by the sink. As I slipped off my last piece of clothing - my pale blue panties - I debated on hiding them under my blouse; but I decided that maybe the sight of them would be a turn-on for him. I had no idea, I was no seductress, and had zero experience with a man, save the few things I had done over the past two weeks with Josh and the things I heard my friends talk about.

This was a huge step for me.

I took a look at myself in the mirror, my pale body and flushed face greeting my nervous eyes. I was about to be fully naked for a man for the first time, so I better get comfortable in my own skin. I noted that my hair was frizzing up from the steam, and decided it was time to get into the water.

I took three small steps to the tub, not wanting to slip and fall on the moist tiles, and, after testing the temperature with my toe, lowered myself slowly into the steamy water . As I sank down fully, the water was so deep that the churning foam came up past my chest, almost to my shoulders. And then, as I moved against the back wall of the tub, I moaned in delight as the jets immediately started working their magic on my sore muscles.

Wow, I could get used to this! I would need to ask Josh about scheduling these baths on a regular basis!

I lay my head back onto the soft headrest, letting the thrum of the jets and the chords of the flamenco guitar wash through me, and I psyched myself up to call my boyfriend to join me. I quickly looked down to see how much of me was visible, and saw that the churning water covered everything to my shoulders in an opaque foam.

Willing my jitters away, I reasoned that every girl was nervous before her first time. I knew rationally that I shouldn't be shy, that this was my boyfriend, but I couldn't help it. Not only had he undoubtedly been with many women - I never asked him the exact number - I had almost no practical experience with intimacy. And even though this setting was very romantic and he was always patient with me, I hadn't expected the first time we would be exposed to each other would be so...direct.

I swallowed down my fear. I felt very comfortable with Josh. While I didn't know if I loved him - yet, a small voice said in my mind - I knew deep down I was heading in that direction, despite fearing falling too far and too fast.

In many ways, Josh made me feel like a confident woman: desired, able to make her own choices, able to stand on her own two feet. This was something I never felt I had with Edward; I was always in awe of his seeming beauty and perfection. Looking back, I realized I put him on quite a high pedestal, one which I now see was not deserved. Like anyone, Edward had many flaws, and his self-loathing and his overbearing, controlling personality were probably the worst. With the clarity of hindsight, I am not sure how we would have worked out in the long run if he insisted on always playing the 'controlling boyfriend' card, even under the guise of being a gentleman.

With Josh, I felt empowered. I liked a relationship where I felt like I had equal status.

So, without thinking of it overly much, I decided to be bold and ask my boyfriend to join me. "Josh?" I called out? "Come in," I called again, a little louder.

As if he was waiting, the door opened enough for Josh to stick his handsome face in the crack. "Hey Bella," he smiled at me crookedly. "Miss me already?"

I blushed, but couldn't deny it. Taking a breath, i answered honestly. "Yes, actually. Won't you join me? It's quite relaxing," I teased, trying to make me voice assertive, but a dose of nerves hit me, and I almost whispered the last part which came out like a question.

To my relief, however, his smile got wider and he pushed the door the rest of the way open. His eyes were a startling blue in the golden candlelight, twinkling at me like a July 4th sparkler. "I would be delighted to join you, Bella," he replied, his grin so white and blinding I felt like I needed sunglasses. I blushed again, but I also let my eyes wander over his handsome form as my stomach felt like it was doing summersaults.

I watched as he began to undress, the enormity of the moment making my head spin. His eyes were glued to my face, and I wondered what he saw there. His own expression looked almost hungry, and it excited me that I could affect him that way.

I watched as he removed his sweater, leaving him in his pants and a sleeveless t shirt, showing off his muscular shoulders and arms. I knew I was being obvious in my ogling of him, and thus wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing when he lifted his arms and in a smooth movement lifted the t shirt off his head, before flipping it negligently to the floor by the door.

I took a deep breath as my eyes traveled over his bare torso. He was incredibly fit, almost as toned as some of the pack from LaPush. His torso was long and lean, with amazing definition in his abs and his chest, that I knew came from vigorously working out. The home gym in this house alone was amazing, and I knew he belonged to a club in Seattle. His build was that of a swimmer or rower, with his long and defined muscles that weren't too bulky.

Firm, rippling, sleek - those would be the words I would choose if I had to categorize them.

My ruminations were scattered suddenly when I saw he was now pushing his pants down over his hips. I had seen this much of him before, as he slept in boxer shorts, but never had he put on a display such as this!

If there was disco music playing, I might think I was watching a male stripper at Chippendales!

My eyes widened, and moved without conscious thought, riveted to his every move. As if in slow motion, I watched as the pants dropped first to his ankles; then, with no awkward or struggling motions like most people might have when standing up and taking off their pants, he simply leaned over a tad and kicked the pants free with almost no effort at all.

I was left gawking at the smooth move, and almost laughed when my eyes met his, which were clearly enjoying my shock and embarrassment. I tried to smile or maybe even make a joke about how he was just too good at this - but then my eyes dropped down and I saw the obvious tent in his black silk boxer shorts and all thoughts were wiped clean. My mouth went immediately dry and my eyes opened wider - I certainly didn't realize it was as big as it now looked when we explored each other under the covers last night!

My expression must have been funny as Josh chuckled - I relaxed a bit seeing how at ease he was about all this - and I tore my eyes away from the mouth watering view of his boxers and looked up at his oh so handsome face. Seeing him standing there, knowing he was practically naked in front of me, aroused by my proximity...it was a heady feeling, and my answering smile was so wide it almost hurt my face, and I felt my own desire ramping right up.

He was, at that moment, the hottest, most desirable thing I'd ever seen, and without even realizing I was doing it I licked my lips and leaned forward in the tub.

I finally concentrated on his eyes, which were so blue that they put the sky to shame. They were positively dancing with emotion. "Feel free to ogle as much as you like, Bella," he said, his voice deep. "I would certainly do the same, but, alas..." and he gestured to me being under the water.

I huffed at him, trying to will my blush away, but I was unable to as he had a massive effect on me. His eyes, his mouth, his body...the effect of all of them made me positively giddy.

He let his fingers move to his waist, and I realized he was about to strip off that last barrier.

"If you don't want an eyeful, you might want to avert your gaze right now."

My eyes widened in surprise, and he paused for a moment, his fingers just under the edge of the silk.

"Do you want to close your eyes, Bella? I won't be offended," he teased. "Maybe hide your eyes with your fingers? If you want to peek, I won't mind." His smile was easy, and I laughed at my own shyness.

During our many conversations, and during the time we snuggled in his bed when I stayed over, I had opened up to Josh about my lack of experience when it came to physical intimacy. At first, he was absolutely disbelieving, especially the part about me not having dated anyone - ever - before I was seventeen. And he had a hard time understanding how Edward and I had not done anything intimate, until I told him Edward believed in saving himself for marriage.

So it was no surprise to Josh, that when he began to slowly slide his boxers down, that I took his suggestion and covered my eyes with my fingers. But, as they passed his hip bones, I made an exaggerated gap between two of my fingers over my right eye, making it obvious I was peeking at him.

He chuckled, and smiled at me comfortingly, but I saw the slightest hesitation there, and, for the first time since I met him, I thought I caught the slightest hint of a blush in his cheeks.

I was thrilled that I was not the only one with a little nerves tonight!

Finally, though, he pushed the boxers down past his knees, where they fell seemingly in slow motion to his ankles, and he stepped out of them.

The sight of him fully naked had my breath leaving me in a loud gasp, like someone punched my gut and knocked the air out of me. He must have heard me, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his body to look at his reaction as I was too mesmerized by the sheer awesome physicality of him.

He stood there for a moment, in all his naked glory, and my mouth watered and a thrill shot through me like an electric jolt, making my nipples ache and my core cramp with desire. The three steps he took towards the tub might have taken a second or a minute, I couldn't tell, but my hands dropped nervelessly from my face as my heart pounded in my chest and a wave of dizziness and desire rushed through me.

I had never felt like this before: this absolute, wanton desire for a man.

As he lifted his foot to step into the tub, I couldn't tear my eyes away from that very erect part of him that seemed to point straight at me like compass north, bouncing with his movement.

He was so large, and hard, and just...perfect.

The little flashes of heat racing out from the base of my spine increased in intensity, and it took everything I had not to moan and reach my hand between my thighs to give myself immediate relief.

I was so entranced that I was surprised when he was suddenly lowering himself into the tub, his body sinking beneath the foamy water and making me shake my head from the stuporous haze he just left me in.

When he sighed, snapping me back to coherency, my eyes moved up to his, blinking rapidly as if I was coming out of a trance. He had settled himself in the tub, pressed up against the far edge, facing me. His eyes locked with mine, his lips quivering. "Well, did I pass inspection?"

The unexpected and light-hearted question - after the single most eroticly pornographic moment of my life - made my eyes pop as the sexual haze he had inflicted on me over the past minute came rushing to my consciousness. When he chuckled at my furious blush, I laughed too, and then splashed him. "Jerk," I huffed under my breath.

We both dissolved in soft chuckles, and I was grateful for the easing of the intensity; I had been so amped up by his impromptu strip-tease that I might have fainted.

Despite the momentary pause, my desire had not really lessened one bit - it just slowed down a touch. And by the look in his eyes, he shared it. Now that I could focus on something besides that perfect specimen between his legs, I realized how intimate our current position was.

His legs, being almost a foot longer than mine, were pressed against the outside of my thighs. My own legs were bent sharply at the knees, which were pressed up against my chest. My feet were in between his thighs, and I was hyperaware that if I even moved forward an inch or wiggled my toes, I would be massaging his manhood.

As it was, my mind imagined him waving at full mast under the water, moving with the currents created by the jacuzzi jets and brushing against my feet.

I let out a small gasp as he settled further and the skin of his legs slid deliciously along mine, and I felt the tops of his feet settle under the cheeks of my butt. Even under the water, these little touches sent flashes of heat through my body, and my breath was beginning to get ragged.

I sat up a bit straighter, and felt the tops of my breasts clear the water, and when Josh's eyes moved downwards to look there, I felt my breathing get even faster, and I had to avert my gaze from his face.

As I'd felt before with him, it felt like a charge was building up between us; only this time, the charge was stronger, and I don't think it was going to be denied before we exploded.

I finally looked back up at his eyes, wondering if he was feeling it too.

When I saw him smoldering at me, I knew that he did.

I blushed again, despite my face probably already being red from the hot water and steam, unable to hide my obvious desire for him.

"You are so beautiful Bella," he whispered, and then I felt his hands suddenly sliding up the outside of my lower thighs, massaging the muscles there. Every time he would slide his hands a bit higher, I would whimper. Our eyes were locked together, and I wondered if he saw the desperate look in my eyes as I bit my lip and panted at his touch that crept ever higher, too slowly for my liking.

My own hands left my knees and found there way Josh's calves that rested to each side of me. I absentmindedly played with the short hairs on his legs, or massaged the soft skin behind his knees, and he began to breath harder as well.

We were both unconsciously beginning to lean forward, our torsos straightening up from the headrests as our heads began to gravitate towards one another. I didn't care that by doing this my breasts had fully cleared the water line, because the power of his azure eyes held me, trapped in their spell.

We moved even closer now, his ankles suddenly crossing behind my lower back, his heels rubbing my cheeks, reeling me towards him. I was panting now, my body screaming for his touch, my breasts heavy and aching, my core desperate for friction. He moved even closer, our faces only a few inches apart now, and with no more room between our bodies, my feet pressed fully against his erection.

He moaned, a soft, husky sound that went straight to my groin, and our faces closed those last few inches, meeting for a desperate kiss as we leaned towards each other, our lips fusing together, his tongue sliding gently into my mouth.

My hands came up and clutched the back of his skull, pulling him hard against my mouth. I felt his own hands on my back, sliding effortlessly along my wet skin, circling around towards the front and sliding up and down my ribs before moving back to my spine.

I was aware that my toes were curling from his kisses, and at the same time pressing down on his spongy testicles, making him groan and pant. He pulled back from our delirious kiss, and began to trail his lips along the shell of my ear and my lower jaw. "My God, Isabella, your mouth tastes like honey, I can't get enough of you." His words and his unexpected use of my full name were like a seductive purr, ramping up my desire.

"Josh, please, touch me," I panted, angling my head up to give him better access to worship my neck."

"As you wish," he murmured, and his hands finally stopped teasing my ribs and came around to the front. When they molded themselves to my breasts, his thumbs tweaking my nipples, I cried out in delight, arching my back to press them more firmly into his hands. I was absolutely on fire, and he was the one stoking it.

My head turned, seeking his mouth, needing his kiss, and our tongues were again twirling and twisting against each other, hot and wet and electric.

When his hands moved off my chest, I wanted to protest; but then suddenly I felt them under my butt, lifting me and he was sliding his thighs under mine; he then slung my legs up and around his back, before lowering me back down, my body deliciously pressing against his..

We moaned at the same moment, our mouths pressed to each other's necks, as his erection slid through my folds as he lowered me down. My legs were wrapped behind him, and his were behind me, our chests and bellies pressed together, and I began to undulate against him, grinding myself on that delicious hardness between his legs.

I felt him peppering kisses along my shoulder and the junction of my neck, as I ground myself against him, lifting myself up by pressing down with my feet and using his back as leverage. His hands were on the cheeks of my butt, and helped me move, and I was panting and moaning and whispering his name, my arousal cranked so high that I was sure I must soon combust.

Despite being submerged in water, I was sweating, my core beginning to cramp as I felt myself starting to crest. "Oh, so good, Josh, move me faster, please," I begged. And he delivered, his hands on my butt squeezing me tighter and lifting me up and down faster so I got more friction as I used his steely member to get myself off.

I finally tensed up, and then the coil in my groin was unraveling like a giant knot, and with a huge exhalation I squeezed his back with all the strength in my body, panting and drooling into the side of his neck, wiggling my hips as fast as I could.

My climax was long and deep and satisfying, and when the tremors finally passed I felt myself utterly relaxed, like a wet noodle in Josh's arms. My breathing slowly returned to normal and I felt his wet kisses slowing down along my neck, kissing my collar bone, and finally he made his way back to my lips.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, taking his tongue in my mouth and sucking on it. I felt so delightful, and so giddy, and I just wanted to crawl into Josh and stay there. "God, I needed that!" I said.

Josh chuckled into my skin. "Mmm, yes you did, my beautiful Bella."

I giggled, but then I felt him, still hard and stiff, laying between our belly's. The feel of him there, still ready for me, flipped a switch to the 'on' position somewhere inside me, and I went from feeling utterly relaxed to feeling frisky in a quick second.

"Josh," I whispered to him, breathing in his ear. "Please take me to bed."

I leaned back, and saw his eyes darken. "I thought you'd never ask," he said in a silken voice. "Let me grab us some robes, sit tight."

Josh extricated himself from my grip on him, and I watched as he stood from the tub, water dripping from his magnificent body, steam coming from his skin. I couldn't help but feel another jolt of desire, that this beautiful, sexy man wanted me.

I couldn't tear my eyes from the muscles in his ass as he stepped to the hooks by the door, grabbing two fluffy white robes. He slid one over his shoulders, but left the tie undone, letting my eyes feast on him again. When he stepped up to the tub, and opened the robe for me, I gathered my courage and stood from the tub.

I blushed when Josh's eyes traveled over my form, lingering in certain places. He held out his hand for me and I stepped from the water, slipping my arms into the waiting robe. He turned me around, and kissed me hungrily, his hands squeezing my butt, before grasping my hand and leading me out of the bathroom into the dark bedroom.

The air in the bedroom was chillier compared to the steamy bathroom, but I had no time to feel cold as Josh picked me up around the waist, his mouth claiming mine as we fell back onto the large bed, my legs once again wrapping around his waist.

Josh seemed desperate for me now, and quickly untied my robe before kissing down my body. "Your skin tastes wonderful, Bella," he mumbled, his tongue and teeth and lips leaving trails of fire wherever they passed. Down, down, over my chest, pausing on my breasts where he teased me, circling round and round my peaks, but always just missing them.

My moans slowly got louder, and when he finally moved to my distended nipples, gently suckling them with his talented mouth, I threaded my hands through his hair, holding him fast. I looked at him, dimly illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the wall of windows and the candlelight flickering from the bathroom, marveling at his beautiful face and form.

But then he was moving down again, his destination becoming clearer, kissing along the soft skin of my lower abdomen, his nose trailing gently behind his lips, his fingers dragging slowly up and down my ribs, and up under my arms, across my armpits, and along my collar bones.

With my eyes closed, I felt myself drowning in desire. The sheer abundance of sensation; from the constant and unpredictable movement of his fingers, to the damp touch of his lips skirting along my hip bones, to the feel of his legs pressing against mine - Josh was a feast for my carnal senses. I certainly was not intellectually naive to the notion of foreplay, but my boyfriend seemed to be a connoisseur of the art, as this whole night so far was a foreshadowing of what was still to come.

His lips moved lower, lower, and lower still, the dampness of my skin from the bath being overtaken by my own seeping arousal. Finally, I felt him kissing just above the edges of my curls, and I opened my eyes to watch him at work.

The sight of him, his face hovering above my thighs, made me squirm in desire. My hands clutched at the comforter, handfuls of the soft fabric gripped in my fists. He kissed from one thigh to another, circling closer and closer to where I needed him.

"Please, Josh, please," I whispered, spreading my thighs for him, arching my hips up, inviting him to taste me.

I saw him gently lift his massive frame and slide it further down the bed, and then he bent forward, and I cried out in delight and surprise as I felt his tongue slide through my petaled folds, touching all those places that he knew would bring me pleasure.

I had never felt anything like this before; not the feel of his fingers from the prior night, or the feel of him sliding against me in the bath. This was on another level, and I had no control of the noises I was making as he played me like a tightly strung harp.

On and on he went, and I spread my legs as wide as I could so he could get just a little bit closer. I looked down, and I saw his face reflected in the light of the moon, all grey except for the crystal blue of his eyes, shining at me like beacons in the dim room.

The motion of his tongue - up and down up an down up and down - was mesmerizing, and I was only dimly aware of a sudden increase in sensation when I felt one of his fingers sliding into me. Higher and higher I was climbing, and then, when his other hand moved up my chest, his fingers spreading out wide and grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples, that was the end for me.

Crying out his name, my hands grabbed his hair and pulled him tight against me as I climaxed like I never had before, the sensations ringing through me like a bell, crashing and loud and inevitable.

As my breathing finally slowed, I felt Josh moving back up, kissing my skin as he went. If I had thought I was relaxed before, now I felt like a pile of goo. It was probably several minutes before I was coherent again, just aware enough to reciprocate to his gentle kisses.

"Wow," I mumbled, the first words I was probably able to speak in quite some time. "That was just...wow." My literary dexterity was being sorely tried at the moment, and I promised myself I would not be so critical of Jessica's verbal skills going forward.

I felt Josh smiling into our kiss. "I'll take a 'wow just wow," he said, and I snaked my arms around him, pulling him down to me.

When I felt him again, hard and hot against my thigh, I looked up at his sparkling eyes. "Josh - please make love to me?"

Even in the dim light of the room, I swear I could see his eyes darken. "I've been waiting for you to say that, Bella." And then he gave me a deep, almost desperate kiss, and he raised himself up on his arms. "I'm going to go slow, baby. Tell me if something hurts and I'll stop, ok?"

The term of endearment made a shiver travel down my spine. I'd never had such a thing said to me before, and I found it to be sexy. I leaned up, stretching my head foreward to feel his lips one more time, before I lay my head back, widening my legs as far as I could comfortably get them, and let my hands settle on his hips.

I kept my eyes fixed on Josh, and I began to pant when I felt the first touch of his crown against me. He leaned down onto one elbow, and I saw his right hand reach between us for a moment, until I suddenly felt him right at the entrance to my body.

He put his arm back in place, and I felt the slightest stretch as he began to inch his way forward. I wasn't worried about him breaking my hymen, that had happened long ago when I had a typical Bella clumsiness episode on a bicycle, but I still expected this to be a little rough. He was very large, and I was very small. Luckily, he had prepared me so well by giving me two insane orgasms that I was hoping all would be well.

My daydreaming was cut-off when I felt him push again, and I saw his eyes were cloudy, his face tight with concentration. "Are you ok, Bella?" he rasped, his frame shaking.

"Yes," I whispered, my nails gently tracing patterns on his sides. "It feels good."

He chuffed, and moved further, and I gasped as I really felt him now, stretching me wide, pressure and sensation in places where I'd never felt anything before. He kept moving, slowly and gently, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving my face.

With one last little flex of his hips, I felt our pelvis' pressed together, and he let out a small moan. He leaned his face down, and gave me a soft kiss on the lips that was tinged with expectation. I felt him trembling through his lips, and knew that he was waiting to tell him I was ok.

"Go, Josh, I'm good." I smiled at him, and his face relaxed as he pulled back slowly, softly, before pushing back inside, making me moan as he felt so good, so right, just where he was.

He lifted himself higher on his arms, until they were straight alongside my chest. His hips began to gather a slow rhythm, moving in and out, his member moving with him. A shaft of pale moonlight must have cleared the clouds just at that moment, as it lit up the bed in cold, grey light, spilling across our skin.

I saw Josh looking down on me in that sliver of light, his eyes trailing from my face to my neck, across my collarbones, down to my breasts and along the expanse of my belly and below. My skin looked ethereal in the pale light, as I lay bared to his smoky blue gaze.

"My God, Bella, are you even real? You are so fucking beautiful."

His words, the feel of him moving between my thighs, the soft slap of skin as he began to move faster...I felt that familiar coil beginning to wind up in my groin again, but this time it had something to clench on to. So I squeezed my inner muscles, and we both groaned at the sensation.

"God, Bella, you feel so good," he moaned, moving a bit faster. We both were spiraling higher, and he finally looked away, staring down between us.

"Bella, look at us, look how sexy we are together," he panted, and I followed his eyes down to where we were joined.

I gasped at the completely erotic visual that greeted my eyes, amazed how effortlessly my body parted for his powerful thrusts. I couldn't look away, the image was so powerful, and I felt a carnal desire sweep through me. I wanted to do this with him every day, in as many different ways as we could.

Needing an outlet for this raw sexual energy, I moved my hands to his butt, squeezing and kneading the muscular cheeks there viciously, making him grunt. I slid my hands up to his lower back, my nails digging into the skin.

My reaction seemed to spur him on, and he lowered himself to his elbows, his face resting alongside my neck. He began to pant as he moved faster, and my nails could now reach up to his upper back, and I scratched him and clawed at him as my arousal continued to mount. With each thrust of his hips, I began to feel more and more sensation, and I began to thrust my hips upwards to meet his, increasing the power of our coupling.

His chest was rubbing my nipples, and when I turned my pelvis up when he thrust down, his erection brushed against my most sensitive parts. The coil rapidly tightened, and I began to moan, one long continuous moan, his name and other prayers mixed into a long string of vocalizations that had gone past my conscious control.

Josh suddenly increased his pace even more, and began to pant and mutter curse words into the side of my neck. "Oh shit, Bella, I'm close baby, please cum with me," he moaned, and then I felt one of his hands slide down between us, pressing right where we were joined.

I screamed his name as the sudden pressure made me climax explosively, my nails digging into his back and my arms clutching him tightly against me. He then harshly called my name, thrust hard against me one last time, and wrapped one hand around my butt and one around my back and pulled me tight against him while he was buried inside me, spasming and pulsing and shaking.

It was sometime later when I realized he had relaxed his grip on me, and my own hands slid down from his shoulder blades to rest again gently against the back of his ribs, gently tracing mindless patterns there. He was fully draped over me, his giant frame dwarfing my own, but he must have had some weight on his arms because his body felt pleasant, not heavy at all.

My vision was spotty, partly because I was dizzy from the screaming, but also because I was so exhausted; I had never in my life had more than one orgasm in a single night, and tonight I had three! I could not have imagined a better partner to introduce me to the joys of sex.

As my senses fully returned, I became aware of a small shaking coming from him, and I managed to extricate myself a bit so I could turn and see his face. "Josh? Are you ok?"

He turned his head to me, and I had to move a few damp strands of hair that were obscuring his eyes. To my surprise, he had a silly grin on his face, and appeared to be laughing.

I looked at him with a my eyes scrunched up, trying to decipher his mood. "Josh? You're being silly. Why are you laughing like that? You sound like you are giggling?" His grin was infectious, and by my last word I was on the verge of giggling myself.

"Bella," he said, the tremor in his voice pronounced. "That..." he paused, and swallowed thickly. He waited a moment, his eyes turning serious, and his eyes were dark and blue and penetrating, just like they were the night we first met. "Bella," he started again, "that was...I..."and then he started to laugh, a light, lilting laugh I'd never heard from him before, and I was soon laughing with him, the pair of us laughing like loons.

He suddenly rolled us over, flipping me so I was laying astride him. I shrieked at the sudden motion, and then I felt his hands cupping my face, bringing my lips close to his for a soft kiss. I felt his emotion tingling in his lips, and I tried to return it.

When he finally pulled his face back a few inches, his eyes locked again with mine. "Bella, making love to you, was, hands down, the best sex I've ever had. That's why I was laughing. I never expected to feel anything like that, I knew it was your first time. But being with you...it was beyond incredible."

Josh's tender words made me smile, and I felt tears gather in my eyes. "Well," I said, trying to stifle a sniffle,"I have no basis for comparison, but I think it was pretty amazing too." I leaned up to kiss him softly. "And I think it will only get better from here."

He kissed me again, and I felt him pull the edge of the comforter over us. I sighed, and lay my head down on his chest, warm and cozy in our little cocoon, with our little sliver of moonlight. "Josh, thank you," I whispered softly.

I felt him gently caress my hair, combing it straight with his fingers. "For what?" he asked.

"For making tonight so incredible for me."

"Your'e welcome, Bella."

I relaxed further, our legs moved to comfortable positions while still intertwined, and I began to drowse off to the gentle thud of his heartbeat.

"Bella?" he said a few minutes later, his voice a whisper.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Despite the absolute satiation I was feeling, those words managed to penetrate my haze. I lifted my head from his chest, and put my hands on his breastbone, balancing my chin on my hands and looking up at him.

Our eyes locked, and stayed that way for a long moment, before I smiled at him. "I love you too, Josh."

And I leaned up for one more kiss, before settling down for the sweetest night's sleep I have ever had before.

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A/N Hope you enjoyed!

If I get requests I have some other outtakes for them, snipped from chapters and such that didn't really add to the story.