Bella's Point of View - WARNING - LEMONS

I usually wasn't someone to go overboard on dressing up or worrying about makeup. My nails always looked trashed, from my obsessive chewing at them. My hair was never styled, even before I trimmed it short. I wore whatever was available. But I now found myself in a dilemma. Now, I had a lifetime of clothes to pick from, name brand accessories and makeup, anything a girl my age would dream of having. But I was completely clueless when it came to what would look good. And I don't mean sexy. I know how to dress sexy. It was the most important part of my last job. No. I didn't know how to dress to look decent. Normal.

I had to figure it out quickly, because Edward was taking me out on a date. My stomach had settled down. My withdrawals are under control. I felt okay. But I looked awful. Edward was waiting downstairs for me to finish getting dressed. But I've been sitting on the edge of my bed, only in a bra and panties, for the last ten minutes. The closet door was open. I stared into it. Overwhelmed and unsure of myself. The pressure I felt had me trembling. I didn't want to put something stupid on and Edward end up not liking it. Or becoming embarrassed to even be seen with me and change his mind about the whole thing.

I hung my head, searching for any shred of confidence that I might have left. I heard a few knocks at my door now, causing my heart to skip a beat.

"Bella," Edward's voice floated through from the other side of the door.

"Yeah?" I muttered quietly.

"Can I come in?"

I sighed. "If you want to."

Slowly Edward pushed the door open and stepped inside. He froze mid-step, his eyes flickering to my body, before sharply turning his back to me. "S-sorry, I thought you said to come in. I didn't mean to… I just wanted to see if you needed help…" He stuttered for a moment. I've never seen him so frazzled.

I raised a brow. "What are you apologizing for? I do need your help actually. I don't know what is… appropriate to wear… for something like this."

He still didn't turn around. "Your clothes… you aren't wearing any…"

I felt a smirk pull at my lips. "It's not like I'm naked or anything. I don't see what the big deal is." It was hilarious that Edward was such a gentleman. Even to a woman like me. Even though I've been working the streets, prostituting for quite a while, he still treated me like a lady, that should be respected and deserves dignity and privacy.

His shoulders trembled for a second, before he cleared his throat. "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable; I can't guarantee that I wouldn't… stare."

The thought of Edward not being able to help but stare at me gave me a thrill. My heart began to race. "It wouldn't make me uncomfortable. I mean… that wouldn't be an insult… if you did stare… and it wouldn't be like I'd mind that at all."

Hesitantly Edward swiveled his body back around, at first, he kept his golden eyes firmly planted on my face. But I caught just a few subtle looks down towards the rest of my body. Mostly around my chest. I felt the urge to shimmy off the bra as well. Give him something even more interesting to look at. But this was already pushing his boundaries a bit. I didn't want to be the one to make him feel uncomfortable.

"See, that's not so bad," I gave him a reassuring smile, before standing up from my bed, to walk to the closet. "Now, the issue I'm having is finding something presentable. I want to make a good first impression on this date. I've never done something like this before. And I really like this guy. So, I need your advice."

Edward swallowed, watching me as he now strolled over to sit on the edge of the bed. "So, this is your first date. And you say, you really like this guy? How do you know you can trust him?"

"Wouldn't you trust the person that went out of their way to save your life?" I glanced back at him.

A pensive look came to his face now. "I suppose I would. Well… if you're asking me, I'd go for something comfortable. Maybe a pair of jeans and a blouse."

I moved a bit, pretending to search for the jeans first. But really, I wanted to tease him a little. Slowly I bent down, nearly touching my toes, letting him get a nice view of my ass.

I felt his eyes on me, I peeked over my shoulder innocently, catching him in the act. He turned his head quickly, embarrassment on his face. He began bouncing his legs a bit. I acted like I didn't notice and turned back to looking through the closet.

Finally, I picked up a pair of jeans. I took my time putting them on. As for tops, I just looked for something that would highlight my cleavage. I now had a goal. I wanted to tempt Edward. Every way I could imagine. I wanted to test his self-control to the very limit. By the end of this date, I wanted him in my bed. I craved the very thought of having sex with him. It would be my first time doing it with someone I wanted. It wasn't for money. It would be my choice.

And I wanted him badly.

"Edward," I whispered softly.

"Yes," He replied in a strained voice.

Slowly, I moved my hands to the back of my bra, steadily unclasping it. But suddenly I felt his cold hands on mine. He kept me from continuing. "Bella, don't."

"Why not?" I muttered.

"Because, if you undress any further, I'm not sure if I can resist myself." He said just as quietly. I could feel his breath on my neck.

"You know, there are a few more things I wanted to experience before becoming a vampire."

"And what did you have in mind?"

"Having sex with someone, that I truly care for." I admitted with some hesitance. I squeezed my eyes shut, mentally preparing myself for rejection.

"It's dangerous. I could easily hurt you…"

My heart skipped a beat. That wasn't a definitive answer.

"Doesn't matter, I want to be turned. If it becomes too much for you, go ahead and bite me. I'm ready." Slowly I pushed his hands away. He let me this time. I unclasped my bra, letting it hit the ground. Before turning around to face him, my chest fully exposed.

His eyes roamed my bare skin for a few seconds, hunger clouded his expression. I didn't know if it was hunger for my blood, or for my body. Either thought excited me further.

He groaned, pointing his eyes down to the ground. "You're making this incredibly difficult. I don't want to hurt you."

Lightly I reached out to cup his beautiful face. He didn't flinch, just slowly met my gaze. "This is the first time I've ever felt a real connection with someone before. Even though I don't know you as well as I'd like to… I really want this, Edward. I want you. And not just for sex. Or money. Or this mansion. I don't ever want to leave your side again. If you'll let me."

A smile came to his face now. His hand covered mine, before taking it to his lips to place one gentle kiss on it. "I can't explain it, but I've felt that same connection. I've grown very… protective of you. And nothing would make me happier… than having sex with you… trust me… I really want to… but your health isn't in the most stable shape."

I shrugged my shoulders. I felt an instant flow of confidence take over. My fingers danced to the buttons of his shirt. I popped them open, one by one. Sneakily I let my hand run down the front of his pants. I felt his erect graze through my fingers. Stiff. Incredibly hard. And impossibly big.

If it were possible, I'd be standing in a puddle of my own arousal.

Edward's entire body shivered, his eyes tightened on me, a growl slipping past his perfect lips. "Bella," He warned.

I offered him an innocent look, before quickly pulling my jeans off, along with my underwear. I kicked them to the side as they hit the floor. Edward watched my actions, his eyes growing darker by the second. He looked all over my body, lingering in my private areas. He wasn't as shy about it as he had been initially. Now he was openly ogling me.

I grabbed a hold of his collar and walked him back towards the bed. He obediently followed me. Once I reached the bed, I laid myself face down on my stomach and arched my hips up. Giving him the perfect angle for penetration.

I waited patiently. There was a look of conflict going across his face. But his hands were on both sides of my waist now. Cold to the touch but eager. Lightly his hands roamed over my ass, squeezing it.

The anticipation was killing me.

"Edward," I called softly out again.

He cleared his throat and for just a moment, I heard the zipper of his pants, before it hit the ground. "Yes?"

"Will you please, be my real first time? I've never… ever had a choice… with any of the other men. I want it to be you, to be my first real sexual experience."

His breath caught in his throat for a moment. "Okay, but if I start to hurt you… Just tell me… and I'll stop." He sounded winded. There was a slight pressure that I felt now, something hard, pressing between my thighs.

"Don't worry," I shifted my hips a bit, rubbing myself back and forth against his hardened prick. The friction sent a chill down my body and a quiet moan of bliss from Edward.

"Are you ready?" He said with a strained voice.

"I'm read,"

After a few short seconds, I gasped a little as I felt Edward slid himself into me. The pleasure in just that action, had my toes curling. I bit down on the bed, to hold back the noises I wanted to make at this moment.

I'd never forget this moment. I didn't ever want to. I was in love with this man. And part of me thinks that he may feel the same. He hasn't come out right and said anything. And this sex might be a one-time thing. But this would be the best day of my miserable existence.

It took a little time for me to adjust to the size of him. But once his thrusts got a little faster, I found myself holding onto the bed for dear life. His hips bucked wildly against mine. I couldn't keep up with him. All I could do was lay there and moan. My body quivered as pleasure built up inside of me. I rocked myself back against him, my heart was pounding quickly. His hands moved from my ass, to travel up to my breasts. He cupped one of them, lightly flicking my nipple, squeezing them gently, giving them a light tug.

"Oh god, it's so good." I whispered breathlessly.

Edward responded with a smirk, before pushing himself down even harder on me. He ended up getting deeper inside me. His movements were starting to turn more animalistic. Growls poured out from his lips. His grip tightened. The pleasure on his face only added to my own enjoyment. The sounds of his hips slamming against my backside echoed through my room.

He grunted, leaning down to spread cold kisses down my neck. He was completely hovering over my body. His hands pinned mine down. "Mine,"

"I'm yours," I submitted quietly.

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