BPOV
Edward and I are lying in a tangled heap in the cold, wet mud when a hard shiver runs through my body. Without saying a word, he gathers me up and carries me inside. A quick glance over his shoulder confirms that some of our clothes have been left behind, and I make a mental note to grab them. He walks us into the bathroom, almost tripping over his fallen jeans, and walks right into the shower, setting me down carefully.
His eyes are locked with mine as he reaches behind me and turns the water on, letting it warm up before setting the spray. We both remove what's left of our clothes, and since we just hatefucked each other, apparently showering together is the least of our concerns because we help each other clean the grime away.
The shower itself, with its steam-room qualities and bench, gives us enough room to maneuver around each other and kick our clothes out of the way. I'm trying to detangle my hair when Edward reaches up and pulls a small twig from my scalp.
"Thanks," I whisper, but he doesn't say anything. He just continues to stare at me until he backs me against one of the dark stone walls.
"What is going on between us?" He drags his fingers up my thighs, and I can feel my knees buckle under his touch.
Shaking my head, I murmur, "I don't know." I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him again. This time, I want to savor it, to taste him without the anger and hate-fueled barbs lingering in my own mouth. My hands wander up into his hair, reveling in how silky smooth it feels between my fingers. His whole mouth and body consumes me as he presses me into the cold, wet wall, but unlike the mud, this is a welcome contrast to the heat of the shower and what's building between us.
Pulling away, he drops a kiss to my collarbone before sighing. "Maybe we should stop before anything else happens."
But he doesn't pull away … and I don't push him. He continues to press kisses into my slick skin, moving down my body until he's on his knees, resting on the tile. Lifting one of my legs, he props it over his broad shoulder, and any coherent thought I had goes right out of my mind.
He swipes his tongue softly, tentatively at first, almost as if he's trying to decide whether or not this is a good idea. But, the first time he flicks right over my clit and I let out an echoing moan, he dives right in, and I wonder if he'll be able to breathe between the water still cascading down and me clenching my thighs around him.
Never in my life did I ever think I'd be in this position with Edward, but I'm suddenly wondering how many more we can figure out. He's always been attractive; I'm not blind. But his attitude always needed adjusting, and since we never got along, I never gave him a second thought.
Now, he's all I can think about. One hand is squeezing my ass while the other is reaching up to tweak one of my nipples. Edward's kept himself in good shape, and I have a perfect view of some rippling back muscles as he continues to let me ride his face to completion.
When I finally scream his name and almost collapse around him, he stands, guiding me to the bench. "You're like a newborn deer learning to walk."
"Oh, shut up." But I laugh as he pushes me gently until I'm leaning over the bench with my ass in the air.
"Are you okay? We can … we can stop at any time."
I look over my shoulder to see him, fully erect and looking ravenous. I wiggle my ass a little and shoot him a smile. "Do your worst."
Without any preamble, he steps up, grabbing me by the waist, and slides his hard cock inside of my throbbing pussy. We both groan at the contact, and he stills for a moment before pulling out slightly, and then slamming back in. My back arches as he reaches out with both hands to anchor himself on my shoulders and starts a brutal pace.
I'm feeling things and making noises that I never have before. I've counted three orgasms since we came inside, not including Edward on his knees, and I'm not sure how he's still going.
"Fuck, Bella." One of his hands wraps into my wet hair and pulls hard. I've never had anyone do that to me, and I apparently like it because I scream and clench down like a vice grip as I come yet again.
"Edward." I'm panting. My legs are shaking, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to fall at any moment. "I can't … I need you …"
With a loud grunt and several more thrusts, Edward roars in the shower, spurting his hot load into me. He braces himself on the wall over me as I try to catch my breath and find my footing. We're both panting, and when I turn around, he won't look at me.
He pulls away and drags me back under the water, which has turned tepid, but we clean up quickly, and when he turns the shower off, he steps out first, and then hands me a clean towel. "I'm going to get dressed, and then I'll go grab our clothes." He's quiet, and I wonder if he's suddenly regretting everything that's just happened.
Nodding, I reach out to touch him, but he's out of my reach and the bathroom in a flash. There's a pang in my chest, and I don't want to think about what it's from, so I dry off quickly and run to get dressed. By the time I'm cleaning up the floors, Edward is walking back in with our wet clothes and dumps them straight into the washer.
I finish mopping, and when Edward doesn't move away from the washer and still doesn't say anything, I clear my throat. "We need to talk."