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Chapter Twenty-Nine

I was both excited and nervous when we pulled into Edward's garage. I was trying not to focus on how nervous I was. I wanted to do this, I really liked Edward and we had been dating for such a long time now.

"What's in the box?" I asked as we walked into his house.

He opened it, "Riley hooked me up with some chocolate covered strawberries. I figured that I'd make the night special, since you've finally decided to spend the night."

I giggled, "Okay, well, I'm going to go change."

"You need some clothes?"

I reached into the cabinet and grabbed the bag I had stashed there, "Nope. I'm good."

"When did you put that in there?"

I smiled, "When we had dinner Tuesday night."

I slipped away from the kitchen and went into his bathroom. I changed and teased my hair a little, hoping to make myself a little more desirable. I felt like I looked ridiculous, but hopefully Edward wouldn't think the same.

I took a deep breath before I entered the kitchen. He had taken off his jacket, tie, and vest. He was busy pouring the wine when I walked in, his back to me.

"Hey," I said, standing by the entryway.

He turned around and froze. His eyebrows raised as he looked me up and down.

"Do you like it?" I asked, "I got it a couple days ago. The lady at the store said this was my color."

It was a light blue nightie that didn't leave much to the imagination. It didn't go passed my upper thigh and barely concealed the matching thong underwear underneath.

"I… it looks…wow," He said in a low tone, "I love it."

I blushed and smiled, "Thanks."

"So, this means you want to…" he trailed off, but I knew what he meant.

"Yeah, I do."

"And you're sure?"

I nodded enthusiastically, "I'm a hundred percent sure."

I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He placed the wine glass down and grabbed my hips. He pressed himself against me, letting me feel the hardness that was beneath his pants. I shuddered with excitement. He pressed his lips gently against mine

"You want to go upstairs?" He asked when we broke apart.

I nodded and squealed when he picked me up bridal style and carried me up to his bedroom. He gently tossed me onto the bed. He made a show of taking his shirt off before crawling into bed.

He laid on top of me barely giving me enough room to breathe. I didn't mind though, if anything, I wanted him closer against me. We made out for a while, our tongues fighting for dominance, I didn't fight hard, I preferred him to take the lead.

He broke away from the kiss just to drag his lips across my throat. I sighed, little electric sparks following his lips as they gently pressed against the sensitive spots on my neck. As he kissed my collarbone, he untied the little ribbon that held my top together.

My breasts spilled out of the top. He leaned up, to view my breasts. They weren't all that big, but at least I had perkiness on my side. He kissed the space between my breasts before latching onto my right nipple with his lips.

I closed my eyes as he did wonderful things to my breasts. I never thought my nipples were an erogenous zone, but the things he did with his teeth were soaking my panties. I couldn't stop my thighs from rubbing together. I needed more friction.

He lifted up, pushing my thighs apart and pulling my little nightie away from my body. All I had on now was my underwear.

Edward quickly pulled my underwear down. The look in his eyes made me so glad I had shaved. He looked up at me, his green eyes dark with desire, licking his lips. My breathing was coming pants now as he closed his eyes and dove into my center.

He licked me several times with a flat tongue. My hands gripped the sheets as his teeth wrapped around my sensitive bud. His nibbling had me gasping and withering. I couldn't help it as my hips tried to simultaneously move closer to him and away from him. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, locking me in place.

"Oh god," I said, biting my lip hard enough to make it bleed, "Edward s-stop I'm going to…"

Edward didn't listen to my pleas, in fact his tongue worked harder against my clit, my center now on fire.

My hands automatically gripped his hair. Pulling him closer against me. I was wiggling and moaning shamelessly.

"Oh god! Edward! Please! Please!" I cried, my head thrashing from side to side.

Just as I was brought to the edge, Edward stuck one of his fingers inside of me, curling upwards. I screamed wordlessly as I came. His fingers continuously curled and his tongue wouldn't stop flicking my clit. I came quickly a second time.

Edward pulled away, wiping his mouth with his arm. I was staring at the ceiling above us, but I was only seeing stars. I heard Edward chuckle.

"You know, you're so sexy when you cum," Edward said, "I think I could cum just from watching you."

His words made my blush, "Edward please."

"What? Do you like it when I talk dirty?" He asked, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

I threw my arm over my face and mumbled into my arm. His hand cupped my center.

"Tell me princess," He said, "Do you like it when I talk dirty? Do you want me to talk about how beautiful you are when you cum? I didn't think it were possible but seeing your face when you came made me even harder."

"Oh god," I said; somehow, I got even wetter.

He chuckled, "Your pussy is honest. My hand is soaked."

He pulled his hand away from me and licked it clean with his tongue. I shuddered as I watched.

"Your pussy is ambrosia, I think I could eat it every day." I think I could let him eat it every day.

"Stop you're embarrassing me," I whispered.

He chuckled, "Why? Does it turn you on too much?"

I didn't say anything, I just shook my head and closed my eyes, trying to control how fast my heart was beating.

"Unfortunately, I can't control myself," he said, "I have to say that your pussy is absolutely perfect."

"Oh my gosh, please stop." I said, covering my face with both of my hands.

He grabbed my wrists and held them over my head, forcing me to look at him. He pressed his hard crotch against my center.

"I don't think you want me to stop." He said, "You're soaking through to my underwear. I think my princess is secretly a dirty girl. Aren't you?"

I blushed and squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to admit it, but I loved his filthy mouth. It was driving me crazy. I figured Edward was wild in bed, but I never imagined he was like this. I loved it.

"Nuh uh, look at me Bella." He said.

I shook my head, "Just keep going."

He laughed, "Nope. Not until you look at me and tell me you like it when I talk dirty."

I groaned, "Edward please."

He laughed again, "I like it when you beg me. But that's not what I want to hear."

When I didn't say anything, he leaned closer to my face.

"Come on princess, you know what I want to hear. Say it and I'll keep going."

"Fine!" I whined, "I… like it when you talk dirty."

He grinned as if he'd just won a prize, "That's what I like to hear."

Edward got up onto his knees and unbuttoned his pants. I felt a surge of excitement as he unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down. The pair of black underwear hugged him tightly. I could see his hard bulge; I eagerly waited for him to pull it out of its confines.

He chuckled, "On or off, dirty girl?"

I nodded, biting my lip, "Off, please."

He smirked, "Anything for you, princess."

He hooked his thumbs into his underwear and slowly pulled them down his hips. His cock sprung out, pointing directly at me. I gulped as I stared at it.

It looked kind of angry, the tip of it was leaking and it kept twitching. I suddenly felt nervous butterflies in my tummy.

"You okay?" He asked.

I nodded, "It just… looks angry."

He laughed and grabbed my hand. I didn't fight him as he wrapped my hand around his shaft. I blushed as I felt it's hardness. I bit my lip as I stroked it.

He gasped, his hips moving with my hand. I smiled as I realized how much power I had now. I stroked it again.

"Oh god," He grunted, "Relax, princess."

"Why?" I said cheekily.

He looked at me, his green eyes dark, "You don't want to tease me. I'm trying very, very hard not to pound you into the headboard."

I laughed, letting go of his cock. He leaned down and kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue.

"Hey, I have to ask," He whispered when our kiss broke, "Are you on birth control?"

"Yeah, yeah," I said, "Don't worry. I take it religiously."

"Good," He said, "I don't have any condoms on me."

"That would've been bad," I said.

"Yeah," he said, "Are you ready?"

I nodded and opened my legs. He lifted onto his knees, grabbing his shaft, and rubbing the tip of it against my wet lips. Gently he started pushing it into me. I gripped the sheets, closing my eyes as I stretched around him.

Now I was thinking that maybe I was a virgin, because this hurt. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't exactly comfortable.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah." I grunted, "Just a little uncomfortable."

"It'll pass," he said before leaning down and kissing me. The kiss was a nice distraction while my body adjusted. Once it felt comfortable, I lifted my hips, both of us gasping.

He started moving, slowly at first, then speeding up. It was easy to keep up with him when he was going slow, but now I was out of breath trying to keep up with him. He wasn't even breaking a sweat.

I was confused when he reached between us, but when he started stroking my clit with his thumb, I gasped.

"Oh, oh Edward!" I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck," He groaned, "You're so tight."

He somehow sped up, I was barely able to keep up with him before, but now, all I could do was grip his shoulders while he pounded me into the headboard.

"Oh fuck, Edward," I said when I felt my orgasm approach, "I-I—,"

"Are you going to cum for me?" He whispered in my ear, "Cum for me Bella."

I threw my head back and moaned as I came. His thumb stroked harder against my clit as I came. His thrusts sped up as I came.

"Holy fuck," he said, "You… cumming around me. Holy fuck."

He lifted onto his knees, bringing my hips with him. In this angle, he was hitting a very sensitive spot deep inside of me. I bit my hand, trying to hold off my next orgasm, but it was hitting me hard.

"Shit," Edward said through clenched teeth, "I'm going to cum Bella."

"M-me too!" I screamed out, "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

He squeezed my hips tightly as his thrusts became sharper. I wrapped my legs around his hips as I came again. It was like a million fireworks going off in my body. I was moaning wordlessly as my orgasm subsided.

Edward groaned, his thrusts sharper and sporadic. I felt his body clench, thrusting only a few times as he came. We stayed connected for a few moments, both of us coming down from our highs.

Edward rolled off of me, pulling me tightly against his side. My legs were shaking, and my body was trembling, but I couldn't help but smile. That was amazing.

After a quiet minute, Edward chuckled, "So, I take it you enjoyed yourself?"

I snuggled closer into his chest, "What makes you think that?"

His arms wrapped tighter around me, "It's always a good sign when your woman is still shaking after sex. And you are trembling."

"It was incredible," I said, "I am classifying this as my first time. Because wow."

I looked up at Edward, who was grinning widely, "Good."

When I yawned, he pulled the covers up around us. I tried to stay awake while we just enjoyed each other's company, but I was exhausted. I felt like I had just ran a marathon. Edward started humming quietly, which lulled me to sleep.

The Next Morning

I woke up to the smell of bacon. I hadn't smelt that in a long time. It reminded me of my dad. I smiled, stretching, and then was surprised when I felt someone's arms wrapped around me.

I opened my eyes and saw Edward. I suddenly remembered last night. I smiled, letting my head thump back against his chest.

"Mm, good morning," Edward said as he stretched.

"It is a good morning," I smiled, lazily scratching my nails over his chest.

He chuckled, "I was thinking the same thing."

"So, you had fun last night?" I asked him.

"Of course," he said, "It was the best night of my life. It couldn't have been better."

"Good." I smiled.

"Were you nervous?" He asked.

"A little," I said as I looked up at him, "I'm not as sexually experienced as you are. I didn't know if I was any good."

"You were great princess," He said, "That was the best I've ever had."

I blushed, "Well, good."

We laid in bed for a few moments, just gently stroking each other. He smelled so nice and his skin was soft.

"Who's cooking?" I asked when the smell of bacon wafted across my nose.

"I had a chef come in to cook us breakfast." He said, "Do you want to go downstairs and eat? Or have it brought to us."

I bit my lip, "I kind of don't want to get out of bed."

He smiled, "Say no more."

He got on his phone and called the chef, telling him to bring everything upstairs. Edward pulled the covers around me when someone knocked on the door.

A man and a woman wheeled in two large carts. One had an assortment of muffins, bagels, fruit, juice, coffee, and milk. The next one had platters filled with eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles, and silverware.

They quickly left, shutting the door behind them. Edward stretched again, then sat up, pulling me with him.

"It smells delicious." I said.

"Yeah, sometimes I'll get a chef to come in and make me breakfast," He said, "They do a great job."

I reached over and snagged a piece of bacon, "It reminds me of when I was a kid."

"How so?"

"On my birthday's my mom would cook me breakfast and they'd bring it to my room. They'd obnoxiously sing happy birthday and give me my special present."

"What's a special present?" Edward asked as he made himself some coffee.

"My parents would pick out something special to get me for my birthday. Something that I would cherish forever."

"What have they gotten you?"

"Hm, well, it started when I was eight. For my eighth birthday they got me a locket with a picture of all three of us in it. I keep it in my jewelry box, so I don't lose it. When I was nine they got me a five book collection of Shakespeare's best plays. When I was ten they took me to a day trip to Seattle, they had gotten me a camera and a little scrapbook. I took a ton of pictures that day and arranged them in the scrapbook. When I was eleven, they got me a baking book. I got a bunch of baking utensils when I was twelve. They took me to a baking class when I was thirteen. And honestly everything after my tenth birthday was themed around baking. Except for my seventeenth birthday. They gave me the little plaque that says Bella's Bakery. You've seen it, it's in my bakery."

"Oh yeah," he said, "I've seen it. It's cute. It really fits your shop."

We made our plates and settled into bed. Edward turned on his music while we ate. It was nice. We didn't even get out of bed until the afternoon.

I'm going to say I've honestly been spoiled by my descriptions of Edward. No other man compares! Hopefully you guys liked this chapter. Leave me a little review and let me know. Oh! And either today or next Sunday, I will be posting my new story. It's a rewrite from a story I wrote a while back. Here's a little summary:

Bella and her mother are on a cruise to Europe, unfortunately, their first day on the sea, the ship comes face to face with a storm. Bella is separated from her mother, and lost at sea on a life raft. She's close to death when she finally finds a deserted island. She thinks she's completely alone, but she comes to realize that she's not so alone.

Kind of a crappy summary, hopefully I'll think of a better one when I publish it. Anyways, just keep an eye out for it! If it something that floats your boat, leave me a little review and follow it! Anyways, until next time!