Italicized sections are taken from Breaking Dawn. Non-italics are the smutty details we all wanted.
He caught up to my mood in an instant, or maybe he'd already been there, and he was just trying to let me fully appreciate my birthday present, like a gentleman. He pulled my face to his with a sudden fierceness, a low moan in his throat. The sound sent the electric current running through my body into a near-frenzy, like I couldn't get close enough to him fast enough. I heard the fabric tearing under our hands, and I was glad my clothes, at least, were already destroyed. It was too late for his. It felt almost rude to ignore the pretty white bed, but we just weren't going to make it that far.
I had him pinned against the wall, my hands shredding his clothes in my desire to be closer to him. I reached between us and moaned as I wrapped my hand around his throbbing cock. The last time we did this he was incredibly hard and cold beneath me, this time though, was perfect. His beautiful cock felt like soft velvet in my grasp, and there was no discernible difference in temperature between us. While I'll never forget our time together while I was human, I had to say that this was so much better.
I didn't want to wait any longer. I pulled myself up onto Edward, gripping his shoulders. Although my mind was silent to him, he intuitively knew what I wanted, and grasped my thighs, lifting me up effortlessly. I slowly eased onto his dick, groaning as I felt him enter me. I wanted to take this first time slowly, partially to make it last, soak it into my memory, but also, I needed to judge my own strength. As Edward mentioned earlier, I was currently stronger than him, and there wasn't anything sexy about unintentional pain.
I knew I wouldn't miss a moment of our lovemaking though. I kept my eyes wide open as Edward thrust into me, memorizing the way his lean muscles flexed as he held me effortlessly. I could tell when he was going to change things up though, his bicep flexed just differently enough… He was sliding down the wall, still holding me to him.
My legs spread apart, knees on either side of his slender frame, and I let go of his shoulders, pushing away from his body just enough so I could control our bodies, lifting myself up and then impaling down on him. I moaned loudly as he filled me, I could feel his cock spreading me wide, hitting my walls in such a way he couldn't have before. As I slid up I tightened myself around him and we both moaned in ecstasy at the feel of me gripping him like a vice. "Fuck, Bella" he groaned. I giggled, as even when we had made love on Isle Esme he hadn't talked dirty to me, but a few minutes of grinding on the floor of our new home had him coming undone.
Neither of us lasted much longer. I felt my belly contracting as the first orgasm in my new body took hold. It felt like a surge of electricity was passing through my body. I could feel the exact moment that Edward came. His body stilled beneath me and his cock throbbed unevenly deep within me. I felt the hot gush of his release coating me, and I filed away a question I needed to ask later.
I was antsy to keep going, not having gotten enough the first time around. Edward, however, seemed quite content to just bask in the afterglow. He was slack against the wall, eyes closed, breathing in deeply, but evenly. I squirmed on top of him and he grabbed me firmly around the waist. "Shhhh, enjoy this" he murmured, pressing his lips to my neck and peppering me with kisses.
A very, very small part of my head considered the interesting conundrum presented in this situation. I was never going to get tired, and neither was he. We didn't have to catch our breath or rest or eat or even use the bathroom; we had no more mundane human needs. He had the most beautiful, perfect body in the world and I had him all to myself, and it didn't feel like I was ever going to find a point where I would think, "Now I've had enough for one day". I was always going to want more. And the day was never going to end. So, in such a situation, how did we ever stop? It didn't bother me at all that I had no answer.
We continued to make love in our cottage for the rest of the evening. We eventually made it to the beautiful bed, and I was careful to not destroy it as we had the one back on the island. Edward showed me the deep jacuzzi tub in our luxurious bathroom, and I took advantage of not needing to breathe to take Edward deep into my mouth while watching the bubbles pass by underwater. It was an odd sensation, seeing clearly under water, swirling my tongue around Edward's rigid cock and not choking or sputtering. I didn't have much experience, as during our honeymoon I only got a small lick in before Edward had pulled me off him, but I knew going down on him in this manner was unlike anything I could have ever dreamed of as a human. It was many hours later, after the bath had gone frigid around us, that I finally emerged from the tub, laughing at Edward's slack face. "You little minx" he purred as he held me firmly in one hand, cradled against his body as he sped through the house, laying me in front of the fireplace to dry off.
I sort of noticed when the sky began to lighten. The tiny ocean outside turned from black to gray, and a lark started to sing somewhere very close by—maybe she had a nest in the roses. "Do you miss it?" I asked him when her song was done. It wasn't the first time we'd spoken, but we weren't exactly keeping up a conversation, either. "Miss what?" he murmured. "All of it—the warmth, the soft skin, the tasty smell… I'm not losing anything at all, and I just wondered if it was a little bit sad for you that you were." He laughed, low and gentle. "It would be hard to find someone less sad than I am now. Impossible, I'd venture. Not many people get every single thing they want, plus all the things they didn't think to ask for, in the same day."
"Are you avoiding the question?" He pressed his hand against my face. "You are warm," he told me. It was true, in a sense. To me, his hand was warm. It wasn't the same as touching Jacob's flame-hot skin, but it was more comfortable. More natural. Then he pulled his fingers very slowly down my face, lightly tracing from my jaw to my throat and then all the way down to my waist. My eyes rolled back into my head a little. "You are soft." His fingers were like satin against my skin, so I could see what he meant. "And as for the scent, well, I couldn't say I missed that. Do you remember the scent of those hikers on our hunt?"
"I've been trying very hard not to."
"Imagine kissing that." My throat ripped into flames like pulling the cord on a hot-air balloon. "Oh."
"Precisely. So the answer is no. I am purely full of joy, because I am missing nothing. No one has more than I do now." I was about to inform him of the one exception to his statement, but my lips were suddenly very busy.
I was pressed closely to him, our bodies flush against one another. His mouth was warm and pliant against mine as we fought for dominance. I let myself give in to my instincts and less loose a soft hiss as I pinned his arms down. In less than a second though, I pulled back. "Sorry!" Edward chuckled. "You're fine, Bella. It's safe to let go. Let me see your wild side." That was all the encouragement I needed. I let my teeth graze his skin; despite being made for tearing into things, it barely left a mark on his flawless skin. I watched as my fingernails scraped against him, leaving little red marks, but nothing more. I was sure I could do some real damage if I wanted to, but was glad it would take a little more force than this to cause harm. I did let myself go a bit with the snarls though, letting the monster I'd become shine through as I fucked Edward into the carpet.
When the little pool turned pearl-colored with the sunrise, I thought of another question for him. "How long does this go on? I mean, Carlisle and Esme, Em and Rose, Alice and Jasper —they don't spend all day locked in their rooms. They're out in public, fully clothed, all the time. Does this… craving ever let up?" I twisted myself closer into him—quite an accomplishment, actually—to make it clear what I was talking about.
"That's difficult to say. Everyone is different and, well, so far you're the very most different of all. The average young vampire is too obsessed with thirst to notice much else for a while. That doesn't seem to apply to you. With the average vampire, though, after that first year, other needs make themselves known. Neither thirst nor any other desire really ever fades. It's simply a matter of learning to balance them, learning to prioritize and manage. . . ."
"How long?" He smiled, wrinkling his nose a little. "Rosalie and Emmett were the worst. It took a solid decade before I could stand to be within a five-mile radius of them. Even Carlisle and Esme had a difficult time stomaching it. They kicked the happy couple out eventually. Esme built them a house, too. It was grander than this one, but then, Esme knows what Rose likes, and she knows what you like."
"So, after ten years, then?" I was pretty sure that Rosalie and Emmett had nothing on us, but it might sound cocky if I went higher than a decade. "Everybody is normal again? Like they are now?"
Edward smiled again. "Well, I'm not sure what you mean by normal. You've seen my family going about life in a fairly human way, but you've been sleeping nights." He winked at me. "There's a tremendous amount of time left over when you don't have to sleep. It makes balancing your… interests quite easy. There's a reason why I'm the best musician in the family, why—besides Carlisle—I've read the most books, studied the most sciences, become fluent in the most languages.… Emmett would have you believe that I'm such a know-it-all because of the mind reading, but the truth is that I've just had a lot of free time." We laughed together, and the motion of our laughter did interesting things to the way our bodies were connected, effectively ending that conversation.
