Chapter 2
Summer 2014
I don't know who made the first move. Maybe it was me. I've always been more bold, thrown more caution to the wind, and shameless. Maybe it was you because the way you looked at me told me that you knew every part of my soul; now you wanted to know my body. Either way lips collided and the hunger could be felt. Our clothes quickly being disposed of, unveiling parts that have been hidden behind bikinis and swim trunks we'd never thought twice about until this moment. Then your finger trailed down to the crevice of tangible heaven. Wet with desire and gasping for breath, your trail left a burning mark. But you gave me one look before you let them explore and plunge in. Your eyes, hooded, but still so piercing. Once again looking into my soul, you asked the questions without words that you shouldn't have. The questions being: can I? Can you give me this even if it's forbidden?
It might be a mistake but it might be the greatest mistake of our lives. I nodded. I remember consenting to you destroying this boundary between us. Then you gave me pleasure I never knew existed. Whatever before you couldn't compare. You knew how to work my body and my toes were curling, hands grasping at sheets, and my head burrowing into the pillow so I could quiet the groans. It was good. Too good. I was teetering on the edge and then I was falling. White blinding pleasure and gasping for air. Like a mantra I was whispering "don't stop. Please. More. Closer. Fuckkkk". When I finished I reach between us, grasping you. Feeling your hard desire and led you to the forbidden fruit. One thrust. That first thrust. Nothing can ever feel better than our bodies joining so intimately. Me stretching around you and clasping to hold you as tight inside me as possible. My body begging you to take everything I have. Then the passion is too heavy in the room. You're moving a hand from my hip to clasp mine as possible. I'm letting you crawl into my skin until we taste the same. Until theres no space between and you can't tell where you begin and I end. It's just us, Edward & Bella. The tightness in my belly and coil is winding me up so much I can't hold on. I never want it to end but it's too good. It's the best. And at the moment I wasn't aware that it'll be all I ever want.
Then we're falling at the same time. I'm milking you dry and you're painting my walls with your essence. And when its over it's so relieving and freeing that we laugh. Because at some point we ended up on the floor, too caught up to release that your thrusts have thrown me off the edge of the bed. I was too in my throws to remember. And then we get redressed to finish the movie we started. I can't even remember what happened in it because all I could think about was when can I feel you in me next.