Chapter 19

BPOV

I turned in his arms, staring up at him. His eyes held so many emotions: love, lust, and a hint of nervousness. I reached up, running my fingers along his jaw, smiling when he leaned into my touch. "Promise me something?"

"Of course, baby, what is it?"

I pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "Promise me that if you don't like something, or if you just want to stop, you'll tell me."

Pulling me tighter against him, he kissed the top of my head. "You have to promise me the same thing, Bella. This isn't just about me, this is about us. I want—no, I need sex to be apart of our relationship. I'm not scared, I'm not worried. I know the connection we have is going to translate into the bedroom. Or the living room, or the kitchen." He grinned down at me and I couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up inside of me.

"I love that sound. Nothing makes me happier." He tilted my face toward his, pressing his lips to mine. It took no time at all for the kiss to deepen. He nipped at my bottom lip, sucking on it lightly before his tongue slipped into my mouth, finding and tangling with mine.

His fingers that rested on my hips found their way up my torso and now rested just beneath my breasts. Slowly, his fingers stroked their undersides, eliciting a moan from me.

"Bedroom," he whispered against my lips. And as soon as the word "yes" left my mouth, he had me up and hoisted over his shoulder.

"Edward!" I shrieked with laughter as he threw me down onto his bed.

"Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush." He smirked as he crawled onto the bed beside me. "I love you, Bella."

"I love you, too."

He once again pulled me to him, kissing me while, piece by piece, we shed our clothes. We were both breathless as we pulled apart, and I could feel the heaviness of his cock resting against my thigh. I longed to reach out and wrap my fingers around him, but he was the one leading this.

"Can I touch you?" he murmured against my lips.

"God, yes, please," I nearly begged.

As his fingers brushed over my hardened nipples, a low moan slipped from my lips. "Edward."

He ground himself against my thigh as his fingers continued their exploration of my body, pulling and plucking at my stiff peaks, before sliding down to my belly. "Fuck, I—, touch me, Bella, I need you to touch me."

I didn't hesitate as I reached out, wrapping my hand around his straining erection, pumping slowly from base to tip. He wrapped his own hand around mine, showing me exactly what he wanted.

"So good," he groaned. "But you gotta stop or I'm gonna come."

He breathed out slowly as I released him. I watched as he swallowed, the tips of his fingers stroking beneath my belly button. "Can I touch you lower? Can I try to make you come?"

I felt my inner walls flutter just from his words alone. My thighs fell open, and I could feel the cool air hit the wetness that'd gathered there. "Please," I whimpered.

He pressed wet kisses to my neck, trailing down to my shoulder while his fingers found my slick folds. "Fuck," he grunted against my skin.

Lazily, he stroked me, but never really hit that spot. Instead of letting him fumble around and lose any sort of confidence, I placed my hand over his. "Higher." I moved us so that his fingers were against my clit. "Here."

"Sorry," he mumbled.

With my other hand, I cupped his jaw, bringing him in for a kiss. "Together, remember?"

He pushed out a shuddering breath against my lips. "Right, together."

He was still for a few moments, only our breaths mingling. So, as he started to circle my clit with his thumb, seeming to find his confidence once again, I gasped in surprise.

"Is that good, baby?" He added more pressure, speeding up his ministrations slightly.

"So good. Please don't stop."

"You're so beautiful, your blush, it goes all the way to your belly. I want you so bad." He took me by surprise as he leaned down, wrapping his lips around my nipple.

Between that, his words, and what his fingers were doing, I couldn't hold on any longer. My back arched as I cried out, my orgasm racing through me.

He slipped his hands from between my thighs, a smile on his lips. He leaned in, nipping at my ear. "I did that."

Giving a breathless laugh, I placed my palm on his cheek. "Hell yeah you did." I threaded my fingers through his hair. "Do you still want to…"

"Yeah, I really do. Watching you fall apart like that…do I need a condom? I know you're on the pill."

I shook my head. "We're good."

He rolled over and on top of me before getting onto his knees between my thighs. My eyes drank in the sight of him gripping himself in his hand, stroking languidly. "I love you," he said as he lined himself up with my entrance. My breath caught as he slowly pushed inside.

The look on his face was almost painful once he was fully inside. "Bella," he groaned.

"I'm right here, baby. You feel so good." I ran my hands over his back as he laid down onto me and gradually he moved his hips, creating the most delicious rhythm. "Yes, Edward."

As his hips continued to thrust, his lips were everywhere—my neck, my mouth, my breasts. "Too good, you feel too good, I have to—" A guttural moan fell from his lips as I felt him fill me, warm and wet. He dropped on top of me, both of us panting.

His head laid against my breast, and I was surprised when I felt wetness against my skin. I didn't speak, I didn't ask him if he was okay, I just laid there, tracing the tattoos on his back with my fingers. Finally, after a few moments, Edward rose up and looked at me.

There were tears still in his eyes, but I didn't see pain or sadness in them. If I had to call it something, it would probably have been pride. He kissed the corner of my mouth. "Thank you, baby," he sighed before rolling off of me and pulling me into him.

He tugged the blankets up and over our heads and we curled up together, drifting off to sleep.

I went back and forth over if I was going to include sex in this story, and decided that i would only if it felt right and necessary. This was definitely right, to me.