Hello, lovely people! Admittedly, this outtake took me a little longer to finish. My attention is still focused on my main story, "After Nightfall", so please forgive me for not being as consistent with the updates for these outtakes (even though, trust me, I love writing them just as much!).

Some of you asked me why Edward doesn't simply get his rocks off on his own, to relieve the pressure, so I'm going to try to explain why I didn't have him do that (even though the real answer is known only by Stephenie herself, haha!). We know how old-school Edward is - sometimes too much for his own good. He has grown up in a time in which pleasuring yourself was frowned upon. To add insult to injury, he got turned at 17, which meant that he skipped right past all the normal stuff teenage boys usually have to go through in order to get accustomed to his new lifestyle. He has also mentioned several times in the saga that he has never experienced physical desire of any kind until he met Bella, so to have him rub one out all of a sudden would feel a little out of character to me.

With that being said, his views might get shaken a bit this chapter - you'll see why :).

This outtake's summary:

Edward is completely shaken after his and Bella's first night of practice. With Emmett's teasing to keep him company, he struggles to decide whether to return to her room for a second round of practice or not. But little does Edward know what awaits for him at the Swan residence.

I was not a coward - even if Emmett had a strong argument that could prove the contrary.

I was simply overwhelmed. The night spent with Bella almost naked near me had driven me past the edge of reason. It wasn't until that morning, when I almost caved and started touching her in her sleep, that I realized I had gone too far. So I did the only sensible thing in the world and left.

Back home, Emmett welcomed me back with a weird symphony of clapping hands and prehistoric-sounding onomatopoeias, congratulating me for being "a good Christian boy, set on keeping it in his pants no matter what". Needless to say, Alice had eavesdropped into my future and slipped some information into the conversations she had been having with my brothers - and that little minx had left to hunt with Jasper and Rosalie before I arrived.

"No heaters can overheat you, my brother," Emmett said, patting me on my shoulder. "You're a cold one."

"See what I did there?"

I chuckled, despite feeling anything but amused by his pun.

"You don't know the first thing about being overheated if that's what you believe," I grumbled.

"And you do, mi hermano?"

"More than you know."

'Overheated' was a mild term for how the night with Bella had left me feeling. Every inch of me was blazing with a fire so intense I had no idea if it could ever be put out. And it had only grown worse as the hours went by. I tried to distract myself by playing the piano, but I could barely hear the melodies that grew out of my fingertips. All I could hear was the sweet sounds Bella had made each time my skin or mouth came in contact with her body last night, playing on torturous repeat.

She woke up late that day, as expected, and called me before she had got the chance to have breakfast. Her voice did little to help me feel more relieved. It only stirred my desire further.

"How did you sleep?" I inquiered.

"Best sleep I've had in ages. It would've been better if you were here when I woke up though."

The memory of why I had to leave reared its head, embarassing me terribly. Emmett was the only one in the room with me, but Esme and Carlisle were upstairs - and if they hadn't had enough of hearing about their son getting to second base with his future bride until that point, they were about to.

"I am sorry for that," I managed lamely.

"This should be good," Emmett thought, dropping the newspaper in his hands and resting his chin in his palms, with a big grin on his face.

"That's why I was all dressed up this morning? Because you thought I was dangerous?"

"Essentially."

"Maybe you can come by right now. My dad is still not home and I really loved it last night..."

"Poor thing is basically begging for your virgin dong!"

My eyes flashed at Emmett. Without hesitation, I grabbed the first thing that was closest to me and threw it at him. It was one of Alice's art deco lamps, that crushed loudly in dozens of pieces once it hit his chest.

"What was that?" Bella asked.

"Nothing, love."

My brother was already laughing like a maniac in the background, so my little revenge didn't escape her notice.

"I can hear Emmett laughing."

This got him even harder and it was a dead discussion with my brother there.

"Can I call you back later?"

"You're being weird, but okay."

Once I hung up, I launched from my seat, throwing Emmett directly on the floor. I had only had the chance to punch him in the stomach once before Esme came down to separate us. She was always quick when it came to these things.

"Edward, get off of him right this second! And Emmett, stop teasing your brother like this, you're not five!"

I growled, but obliged anyway. My temper was not worth upsetting Esme.

"Now if you're in the mood to behave like savages, please don't do it in the house at least."

There was no room for compromise in her voice, nor in her thoughts. Emmett was ready to throw the 'he started it' argument in the ring, but dropped it when Esme stared him down with that mix of love and authority only she was capable of.

As the afternoon set in, the rain turned into sleet. I could imagine just how displeased Bella must have been with this particular weather. Rain was one thing, but rain mixed with snow was a special kind of torture for her, as she had told me once. I wondered if her own fire was burning as intensely as mine did, despite the weather. I discovered the answer soon enough, when my phone made a small noise, letting me know I had received a message from her. It was simple and concise:

'I cannot stop thinking about last night.'

Something that innocent shouldn't have sent my head spinning in a million directions, but it did anyway. My breath caught up when I answered her:

'Me either. You've been on my mind all day.'

Between replying to Emmett's snarky comments and trying to distract myself with music, little else had been on my mind other than her. My erection was hard and throbbing in my pants, as I was repeating last night in my mind, with all the unforgettable details it had left in its trail: how Bella's arousal had perfected her already delicious scent, how soft her breasts had felt in my palms, how her nipples had hardened when I dared to suck on them. And God, how hard it had been to not go lower with my touches and kisses. Lower, where I could hear the softest wet sounds whenever she was moving her hips.

'Are you coming back tonight?'

'It's hard, but I want to. Very much so, in fact.'

I wasn't exactly sure how I was supposed to go another night without going all the way with her. As much as I lauded myself for my own self control, I was still, at my core, a man. A man who had never desired another woman for a century - and now I was craving to possess the only woman in the world that mattered to me with a rapacity worth of the hundred years I had spent not caring.

'I'll be waiting for you, as always.'

A smile flashed on my lips as I tapped the buttons to respond to her, telling her how much I loved her and needed her.

"What's that, dude?" Emmett queried, moving his eyes from the screen of the video game he was playing to me. "Sending dirty messages?"

"Not exactly."

"I honestly don't know how you do it, man."

"Do what?"

"All this self restraint. It must be exhausting. Have you ever tried just, you know, tossing yourself off and calling it a day?"

How Emmett's bluntness still managed to surprise me every once in a while was beyond me. I tried to hide my shock when I spoke:

"To be honest, no - maybe when I was human, but I have no idea. I never felt the need to before Bella."

"You obviously need it now, so why torture yourself?"

"I did it a few times, you know? When Alice and Rose went to New York that winter, rememeber? It's not the same as the real deal, but it does get the job done when there's no other way."

If there had been a magic way I could unhear a thought, this was the exact moment I would have used it. Emmett pleasuring himself was the last thing I wanted to be on my mind - today and any other day.

"Thanks for the advice, Em, but as you said: it's not the same as the real deal - not that I would have a way to know that."

"It would at least help with you not being so damn moody. It's not even fun anymore, you're just getting annoying. And you expect us to endure three more weeks of this?"

"I am sorry my trying not to kill Bella on our first night together is getting to you," I snarled.

"That I can deal with. It's you being worse than a cat in heat that I cannot."

"I dealt with you and Rosalie for a decade, you'll manage."

That shut his mouth for the moment, if not his mind.

When the night grew closer, I began my preparations once again, going through the motions of having another long hot bath to warm my temperature up, that did little to soothe my excitement for what was to come. As I sat in the tub, submerged in water, all I could think about was Bella joining me. Our naked bodies, pressed together under the warm water, with no barriers… Her cherry nipples on my chest, my erection between us... I would have no choice but to take her out of the tub and make love to her on the bathroom floor, on the soft waterproof carpet.

I allowed the fantasy to go on. I could imagine her moan when I would enter her body for the first time - slowly, so very slowly, to not hurt her more than it would be necessary for our first night together. I could imagine me coated in her arousal and her blood down to my testicles. I could imagine me moving carefully between her legs, before asking her for permission to go down on her, licking all that blood off and collecting it on my tongue.

Mmmmm, the taste of that... so exquisite.

I barely realized my hand was now on my shaft, moving slowly up and down its length. There wasn't really much time to think twice about what I was doing or to ask myself whether it was wrong or right. So I just went on, taken aback by how good that particular motion felt, feeling the sweetest pressure building up in my core and yearning to let it explode. Behind my closed lids, I could see images of me and Bella together unraveling, tempting me with what I was missing.

Only a minute had passed when I heard Esme calling my name, asking me if I wanted her to iron a shirt for me. The shock of being caught - although the poor woman had no idea, judging by her thoughts - made me almost shout 'no'.

"Always on his tiptoes, my poor boy. That wedding can't come fast enough."

I got out of the tub immediately, draining the water and drying myself. With a towel hanging down my hips, I rushed directly to my room, to avoid anyone else seeing my raging erection. I didn't pay much attention to the clothes I was choosing - a part of me was aware that my shirt would end up on the floor again, so it didn't matter all that much.

"Dressed to impress, I see!" Emmett whistled appreciatively when he saw my grey button up shirt.

"Oh, shut up."

"So I'll take it you didn't have your big moment in the bathroom, when you were taking that beauty bath."

I decided to ignore this, so I grabbed the big bag with the heating supplies and headed towards the door.

"Do you want my advice?" he continued, full of joy.

"I can't remember asking for it, but I assume I'll receive it anyway."

"Okay, hear me out, brother: blowjobs are not technically full-on sex."

He emphasized each word with a serious undertone, as if he was giving me lessons on nuclear physics.

"Make of that what you will," he added, winking at me.

"Always so helpful, Em."

"You'll thank me one day."

All I could thank him for was planting yet another thing in my imagination to keep me hard for an obscene amount of time - as if I needed additional help with that.

Outside, the weather had caved to its own caprices: it was finally snowing. The first snowfall of that season. The quiet Forks was even quieter than usual, as it was progressively getting covered under a thick white blanket.

The Swan residence looked as peaceful as always when I arrived. But as I was making my way up to Bella's room, I realized the atmosphere inside was not as calm. She was downstairs, in the kitchen, arguing with her father.

"I've told you already I have plans for that night, dad. Why would you make me do this?"

"He's almost like family, Bella. It's what we do each year."

"I understand, but it's not what I do. I have plans with Edward."

"Last year you didn't even know him."

"Yes, but now I do, and he is my fiancé. He is the one I want to spend Thanksgiving with, not Jacob and his father."

"Then have Edward come over here. Problem solved."

This went on for a long while, allowing me plenty of time to set up the heaters once again. Last I had heard of Jacob Black was in the summer, when his father was still trying to bribe Bella to break up with me, using his spawn as a messenger. I remembered being annoyed the last time he and Bella had come into contact. I didn't like the way he stared my love down, being particularly appreciative of the way her blouse clung to her chest.

At some point, Bella caved, telling her father they would discuss this some other day. I couldn't tell if she was simply tired of the conversation or if she just wanted to get to her room quicker, knowing that I might be there, waiting. She shut the door loudly behind her when she arrived in the bedroom, as a testament to her anger. I found that dramatic gesture particularly adorable.

I was by her side, my arms circling her waist, the next second.

"Edward, you came!" she gasped.

"Of course I came, my love, but keep it low, please. We don't want your father to know that too."

She threw her arms around me, reaching out for a kiss. She was wearing the same outfit she did last night, the hole in her shirt a little wider now, and it was all too easy to offer her what she wanted, by pressing my mouth to hers. All the heat of last night came back doubled when our lips met, and I kept her hips in place with my hands, still carefully hiding my erection.

God, this was getting ridiculous.

"So," I said, parting from our kiss to make room for some reason. "You seemed pretty upset over there."

"Oh, no... how much you've heard?"

"Enough to know I will be spending my Thanksgiving with Jacob Black."

I kept my tone playful, even if I wasn't a fan of this idea by any stretch of imagination.

"I'm so sorry, I tried to tell Charlie, but he just-"

I stopped her with a finger over her lips.

"There is no need to apologize, love. I'm not mad."

"But I know you don't like him, Edward, and we already had plans..."

She was right, but my ego was not as fragile as to not survive the thoughts of Jacob. If anything, this was a chance to shut down his childish hopes for good. All crushes had to end at some point, after all - his would so happen to end this Thanksgiving.

"Bella, I may not be very fond of his thoughts regarding you, but I don't want you fighting with your father either. It's not a tough compromise on my part, really."

Her lips quivered, seemingly unsure of what to say next.

"Besides, this will be a chance to present your future husband to your friend," I continued.

"He knows you already."

"Yes, but now he'll finally understand you're not some free real estate, as he's always imagined."

She chuckled at my choice of words.

"Well, I'm your real estate," she said.

"I don't think of you like that, sweetheart, but you are right about one thing: you are mine."

Bella didn't seem too focused on what I was saying anymore, her eyes darting to my lips. Whatever she had found there had her heart beating faster, sending the alluring scent of her veins rippling through the air and straight into my nose.

"Nervous?" I asked.

God knew I was. And aroused. And transfixed. And completely in love with her. Could she see it all in my eyes?

"A little bit," she admitted, suddenly gazing down, blood rushing to her cheeks.

"Now why is that? Had I done something wrong last night?"

"No, quite the opposite actually. You did everything right, Edward. Too right."

"I don't understand the problem then."

She traced the contour of my chest with her fingers over the shirt I was wearing, still keeping her eyes away from mine.

"It's just… I barely got to focus on anything today, with you in my mind. With what you did last night… I've been quite a mess."

I could understand the sentiment completely. At least she didn't have an annoying sibling to mock her excitement. Still, I didn't want our nighttime activities to interfere with her day to day life to such an extent. There had to be something I could do.

"Love, do you need a break from me for a few days, to clear your head a little? Because if you do, I understand."

She seemed almost insulted by my proposal.

"No! Absolutely not! How can you even say that?"

She was shouting almost and I had to cover her mouth with my hand. We were lucky her father liked to watch TV on high volume, but I didn't want to risk it further.

"It's all right, I heard you at the first 'no'," I smiled. "I don't want a break either, for what it's worth. It would drive me insane to be without you for so long."

The masochist in me craved the fire, even if it burned so badly. I let go of her mouth and turned off the light.

"Turn it back on," she protested.

"You are supposed to be sleeping, remember?"

"But I need to see you."

"And I you, but we'll have to make do with dim lighting when your father's in the house."

Of course I didn't have to make do with anything. I could perfectly see her in the darkness, just as well as if it were day. To make her forget about this temporary issue, I leaned down to kiss that beautiful vein on her neck, that was pulsing in an indecently violent way, begging me to offer it the attention it deserved. Its throbbing movement got more intense when I allowed my tongue to roam on the side of her throat, licking my way up to her ear.

Slowly, I lifted her feet off the floor and walked with her to the bed. Her hands started tugging at the hem of my shirt, too eager to waste any time on the buttons, and she didn't have to do more to understand what she wanted. Placing her carefully on the bed, I remained in front of her and unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall down. She looked at me, her eyes now at the level of my lower abdomen.

The simple sight of her watching me with that lustful gaze sent shivers down my spine. She had an otherworldly beauty, especially now as she reached to kiss my stomach, her mouth opening ever so slightly to deepen the connection. One movement on her part and she would feel my hardness on her neck. What would she do then? What would I do?

I grabbed her chin with my fingers, forcing her to look up at me. Just a few inches were separating her lips from the bulge in my pants.

'Blowjobs are not technically full-on sex.'

Emmett's voice in my mind in this moment was the last thing I needed.

Pull it together, damn it!

I could not ask Bella that. Not now, anyway. The mere idea could scare her, given the fact that she was still, for all intents and purposes, a virgin. I would never ambush her with such a plea. If she would want it, she would tell me.

She was now back to kissing my abdomen, her lips just below my navel, her hands on either side of my hips.

Too close, too good, too close, too good, too close, too good.

My mind was spinning faster than a pinwheel in the storm. Her tongue felt hot like wildfire on my skin, sending raw electricity to my limbs and to my very core. I tangled my fingers in her hair, to get some sort of control over her had she decided to go lower.

It was admittedly difficult to keep the groans in my chest on a low level. I had been waiting all day for this and it was already a million times better than all of my fantasies combined. I bit hard on my tongue, suppresing a moan when Bella circled the area around my navel with her tongue.

I noticed her breath was out of control just as much as mine was.

"You cannot imagine how good this feels," I whispered.

This acknowledgement of the pleasure she was causing me seemed to give her a little more courage, because her hands were now no longer on my hips, but playing with the button of my pants.

My mind almost had a short circuit when I realized what she was doing.

"Bella, wait!"

Don't wait, just go on, go on, love.

She stopped and glanced up at me.

"What is it?" she asked innocently.

How could I begin to explain to her that I wanted her to continue with my entire being, but that at the same time I didn't, because in the state that I was in, I didn't need much to reach the point of no return with her? I had already been close to do that today in the bathroom. But with Bella here, it was an entirely different story.

"I may not be able to stop," I admitted.

"Oh!"

'Oh' sounded about right. She seemed confused and the sight of her biting her lip didn't help me much. I wished there was a way I could bite that lip without hurting her.

"I just… I was really curious about… you know…"

More blood inundated her skin as she talked, tempting me beyond her body. Outside of her room, I heard a small snoring noise coming from downstairs, that was mostly covered by the blaring sound of the TV.

"What were you curious about, Bella?" I whispered.

She didn't look in my eyes. Instead, she just looked down at me, right where my zipper was threatening to explode.

"To touch you… here."

I remained frozen in place, unable to say anything. Because Bella - my pure, innocent Bella - had just admitted to craving to feel my erection with her own hands. All of my desires came in a rush to the surface, taking control of every ounce of good reason in me. Imagination took the best of me, making me picture every little thing I wanted to do with her.

"Oh, love..." I groaned in despair, the images in my head too sensual for what we could afford to do.

She waited patiently, not pushing things further.

"Do you want this?"

"Bella… that's such an understatement. I… I need this. Need you."

But what if I lose it?

Carefully, making a real effort to keep my breath under control, I undid the button of my pants for her, pulling the zipper down. My member was still resting inside the white boxers I had put on after the bath - but once the zipper was down all the way, it sprung out, stretching the fabric, its contour menacing in front of Bella's eyes.

Strangely enough, she didn't look scared. Granted, she could not see as well as I did, given that the only light came from the heaters. The look in her eyes could only be described with one word: spellbound.

Her heart was now beating faster than the wings of a colibri bird and I noticed she was no longer breathing. I reminded her to, trying to focus more on her reactions and less on the need to screw all rules and possess her right then, while her father was sleeping in front of the TV.

She listened to my advice, a loud gasp coming out when she inhaled again. I watched as her right hand started moving slowly: first on my hip, tugging timidly at the waistband of my boxers, then on my lower abdomen, sending powerful shivers down my spine, then finally, lower. Much lower.

Her fingers felt hot like lava when she pressed them ever so slightly on the tip of my shaft, through the boxers. As delicate as that little touch was, it almost sent me over the edge. I closed my hands into fists, to avoid them from roaming anywhere close to Bella, where they might have hurt her in the spur of the moment.

She kept her fingers there, barely grazing me, for a while. Was she giving me time to acommodate this all powerful touch of hers? Did she even understand what she was doing to me? How monumental this moment was? How terribly delicious she smelled?

"You feel harder here than anywhere else," she observed, slowly moving her fingers past the head of my penis and onto its length.

"Does… it bother you?" I managed to ask.

"On the contrary. It is really… arousing to feel you like this."

Her voice was trembling, betraying just how nervous she was.

"Is it too much for you?" she queried.

A soft groan escaped me when her fingers returned to stroking my tip. I about went through the roof from the pleasure.

"It makes me want to take you right here, right now," I answered in one breath.

My body was begging me to quit this teasing and fall prey to my most human instincts, but I wasn't listening. Bella's blood was singing in her veins so loudly, it was almost impolite to ignore its calling.

"But you won't take me," she muttered, making me flinch from the shock.

I quickly realized she was talking about her body. Not her blood.

Get a grip.

"I will not," I agreed, taking one step back, knowing that this had gone too far for what I could tolerate without making a huge mistake.

Bella looked confused when I pulled away from her touch. As I was trying to compose myself enough to say something, I noticed the air being tinged with another smell, that did not come from her blood. This particular scent was sweeter, more ethereal, yet just as delicious, and I groaned when I realized its source.

Sitting down with her legs slightly parted, Bella was filling the room with the narcotic fragrance of her arousal.

"Why don't you lay down?" I offered, before I could lose my mind completely.

She nodded in agreement, moving until she was on her back. This new visual didn't help much: she was far too appetizing and I was far too hungry for every part of her. Maybe if we could go back to basics for a little while, I could manage to do things right.

I got into the bed with Bella, coming on top of her. She welcomed me by wrapping her legs and arms around me, like she always did, and I leaned down to kiss her, like I always did. This was safe, this was good, I knew how to control myself when we were doing this. But in my attempt to chase the fire away, I had forgotten one of my most important rules: to keep all of my weight above her.

Bella moaned loudly as a result of my negligence and it was too late to back down now: my erection was pressed right between her legs, in a spot that felt more heated than any other part of her body. She pushed against my back with her palms and her soles, directing all the fragile force she had in this action, to keep me there.

I could have liberated myself in a second from this embrace.

I could have said it became too good to handle.

I could have stopped everything.

But I did none of those things.

Instead, I pushed myself harder against her, grunting as I did, feeling the scorching warmth of her body radiating through my shaft and deep into my core. She moaned in return and lifted her hips eagerly from the mattress, to meet my thrusting motion. So I pushed again, my erection pulsing for release when it crashed against the layers of fabric that covered Bella's most intimate part. And she moaned again, this time managing to get out my name in the process - if I could listen to one sound on repeat for a whole day, it was this.

We continued to move together, rubbing against one another with desperation, the only sounds accompanying our moans being the TV downstairs, her father snoring and the snow storm howling endlessly outside.

This was a level of rapture I could not believe could be possible. I wanted to pull down my boxers, liberate Bella from her sweatpants and her underwear, and do this with no barriers. It was so easy to imagine how she would feel - blazing flames meeting the dead of winter, warm waves crashing against rigid rock, fire and ice coexisting in a perfect space.

God, I wanted more of her.

Without thinking too much, my hands grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled up, taking it off in one quick motion. There they were: those perfect alabaster breasts she had let me touch and suck on for hours one day ago, waiting for me, the nipples already engorged with blood. I leaned down to take one of her nipples in my mouth, making sure to grab the other one between my fingers and twist it slowly.

The way she reacted - arching her back, sighing profusely - had me press my hardness between her thighs more intently, as if I could somehow penetrate through the three layers separating us.

"Edward, please..."

The anguish in her voice made me look up, but I was too greedy to let go of the nipple in my mouth just yet. Instead, I sucked on it a little harder, before responding:

"What is it, love?"

"I… I might combust… if you keep doing this..."

I chuckled, secretely enjoying that I wasn't the only one who was losing his mind.

"Do you want me to stop?" I queried, even if I knew the answer already.

"No, please, no!"

Being over-excited made her impossibly adorable.

"Then let's see how long it takes to get you to combust," I teased her, returning to my task of revering her breasts.

I kissed and licked my way over her soft mounds, making a conscient effort to keep my teeth away as I was doing this. But I could feel her getting more and more tensed up and I slowly, but surely, understood a simple truth: she was in need of a release just as much as I was. My thoughts started racing with possibilities. I had imagined for so many times how it would feel to bring her over the edge, that I had an entire repertoire of erotic scenarios to keep me company. Could I really offer this to her?

"Bella," I muttered, stopping my kisses. "I'd like to try something."

"Yes, please."

"You don't know what it is."

"I don't have to, I want to try everything with you."

She was putting more trust in me than I probably deserved. I lifted my head up from her chest, to take her face in my hands.

"I think you should know, regardless," I said.

"Okay, I'm listening."

Here goes nothing.

"Have you ever had an orgasm before, my love?"

I thought it wasn't possible for her to get even more flushed, but I had been wrong.

"Ummm… I don't know."

This was unexpected. Such a question usually had a 'yes' or 'no' answer, going by logic alone.

"You don't know?" I asked in disbelief, trying not to burst into laughing.

"You'll laugh."

"I won't."

She seemed to ponder over whether to tell me or not, but in the end she caved:

"Fine, I had a dream of you and me last night, that felt very, very good and real. And I woke up really..."

She seemed to be struggling to find her words now, so I tried to keep her on track:

"Really how?"

"Really wet, I guess. And my heart was beating fast. I don't know if that counts or not..."

All I really heard was 'really wet'. Bella, wet because she was dreaming of me.

The knowledge that she had had such a dream about me made me feel particularly smug, but I tried not to show it. If only I had not left like a coward right at the break of dawn, I would have witnessed this miracle myself.

"What do you say about finding out if it's the same in real life?" I suggested.

Her eyes widened at my proposal. I waited seconds on end for her to answer, but she seemed to have frozen. When she didn't move, I spoke again:

"So… any thoughts? 'Yes'? 'No'? 'Get out of my room, you overly-aroused vampire'? Any of them is an acceptable option, really."

"I was just… yes! Of course yes! And don't ever leave my room. You just... surprised me."

"I like to keep you on your toes every now and then," I smiled, leaning down to seal her acceptance with a kiss.

Her mouth opened to take in my tongue and we kissed like this for a long while. Unsure how to begin, I started playing with her breasts again - I already knew that I would never get tired of how much I enjoyed doing this. But the tension in her body reminded me of my purpose, so I lowered my touches to her abdomen. This part of her was both soft and firm at the same time, and she arched her back once again under my touch.

"Tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, please," I whispered over her mouth and she nodded in agreement.

My hands were now on her hips. Curved and small, these hips had been the star of my fantasies for way more times than I could recount. With great care, I descended until my hands arrived in a place I had day-dreamed to touch for months: her buttocks. They felt so full and plump in my palms and I didn't even know what to do with this level of voluptuousness. I began to knead them softly, not quite sure if she liked this or not. The way her sweet breath came in a hot rush over my face when she exhaled assured me that she did.

She felt heavenly. All the times I had longed to discover this part of her whenever she turned around or walked in front of me dissipated, showing me once again that the reveries my brain came up with weren't even close to being as good as the real deal. Her bottom felt warmer and rounder and softer than what I had expected. It felt better in every way.

Still keeping my left hand on one of her buttocks, I moved my right hand lower, at the apex of her thigh. To my surprise, the garment of her sweatpants was slightly damp. Moving further to where I ached to touch her, I realized it was not only damp: it was drenched.

"God, Bella, you're..."

I did not manage to finish my sentence. My fingers started moving at their own accord, trying to feel this wetness better, to get accustomed to it properly. I knew she wanted me, but this much? Bella locked her fingers in my hair, gasping loudly as I rubbed her delicately through her pants.

Curiosity got the best of me when the hand that was touching her ass seconds ago started tugging mindlessly at the waistband of her sweatpants.

"Please, may I?" I asked.

"Yes, yes!"

It was all I needed to hear. I slid my hand down under the elastic and deeper inside her pants. Everything froze once I arrived at my destination: time, reason, good intentions.

Bella's underwear felt as soaked as if it would have been taken out of the washing machine - it was no wonder the moisture had seeped through her sweatpants. The wetness was more copious here, where only a thin cotton layer separated us. I thought nothing could trump the feeling of Bella's hands on my shaft. I was wrong, because this… this was better in ways I could not even begin to comprehend yet.

"I can't believe how wet you are," I murmured, leaning over her to lick the side of her neck.

"It's… because of you."

She was wet for me. A possessive groan erupted from my throat, but it got muffled by the kisses I was planting on her neck. My fingers worked aimlessly at first, just basking in the glory of seeing how ready she was to be taken. She didn't seem to mind, moving her hips to match the rhythm of my rubbing.

I wanted to go further and rip the barrier of her panties, but I didn't trust myself enough to do this. Not yet.

"Am I hurting you in any way?" I queried, in hopes to find my composure.

"Not at all..."

She almost moaned the words.

"Do you like what I'm doing right now?" I persisted, because I had to know.

"Oh, God, yes..."

Her veins were too close to my teeth now, basically praying to be punctured, so I pulled back to look at her before I could do anything I would regret. Her mouth was open and she was a different kind of beautiful from what I was used to seeing, heaving like crazy and lost in pleasure.

I decided she deserved way more than what I was offering. My index finger searched patiently, tracing an upward line from the direct source of her wetness. And there it was, so delicate I might have just missed it if Bella hadn't winced and moaned my name when I trailed it: her clitoris.

"Ah, you like this..." I sighed, going back to repeat the previous motion.

"Yes!"

"Mmmmm, let's see what else you like."

I circled the small bundle of nerves, feeling the fabric getting wetter still, and another thought passed through my mind: what would it be like if she would let me lick that sensitive bud? I pictured the taste, but I knew it would never amount to the perfection of reality. I wanted to push her underwear to the side, get down and collect all of her excitement on my tongue. The image of that had me trembling with need.

Then I noticed I was not the only one trembling: Bella was too. She was almost erratic in the way her body responded to me, in the way she kept clenching her limbs around my torso with utter despair. If she had ever kept an ounce of control over her reactions for the sake of keeping me calm, it was dead and gone now.

As I was rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion, since she seemed to like this even better, I heard the TV downstairs getting turned off. Charlie's thoughts were a thick haze when he got up from the sofa and dragged his feet toward his bedroom.

I immediately leaned down to kiss Bella, to keep her silent. In her fevered state, she didn't even notice the unspoken panic in my gesture. Despite the panic, I didn't stop. I kept on stroking her sensitive spot, picking up my pace gradually, to match her increasing heartbeat. Her entire body felt warmer as I went on and I realized slowly, but surely, that her release was close.

I had brought her to the edge. All I had to do was push her into the abyss.

"This is it, Bella," I uttered over our kiss.

"I'm… right... th-there..."

"I know, let go, my love… I'm here with you... I love you… let go."

Charlie's footsteps were clearer in my ears than before, but I wouldn't have stopped even if a fire broke out. I had been reduced to one aim only: to please this woman, no matter the cost. A door closed in the hallway, a gush of wind made the window tremor and Bella, in all her unending splendour, came undone.

And God, what a spectacle she was!

I swallowed the sounds of pleasure she made and relished in the way she tugged at my hair. Her liquids came to wet her underwear even more, leaving their mark on my fingertips. All the tension in her body dissipated in an instant, leaving her a soft mess underneath me, as her entire being was getting consumed by a violent storm of love and desire.

Carefully, I separated from our kiss to watch her. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks the colour of roses, her lips parted and struggling for air. She had never been more beautiful. And I had never been more happy.

I didn't know how much time had passed when her orgasm subsided. Slowly, I retracted my hand from between her legs and lifted myself up from her, my eyes darting from her face to my fingers. They were glistening ever so slightly, serving as proof of the powerful climax she had had.

Out of impulse, I slid those fingers in my mouth, licking them clean. The taste made me moan deeply - it was beyond anything I could describe. Sweet, thick, hypnotic, sinful. It was out of this world, the very essence of her.

When I looked at Bella again, I noticed she was studying me with questioning eyes.

"I've always wanted to see how you taste there," I explained simply. "I couldn't resist."

She sighed, a small smile sprouting in the corners of her lips.

"And how do I taste?" she provoked with a lazy voice.

"Better than anything I've ever tried."

Her arms reached out and I could not refuse this invitation. I lifted her from where she was laying, took her in my arms and kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you for this, Edward," she suspired, her lips pressing on my bare chest. "You're the best."

"It was my pleasure."

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"This is the best night of my existence so far, so I'll let you guess."

"It is the best for me as well."

Her voice was soft and sleepy, and I figured it wouldn't be long until she would fall asleep. I laid her down gently, covering her with the heated blanket, then joined her. She cuddled up to my chest out of instinct.

"It's not fair though," she mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"I am the only one who got satisfied tonight."

I laughed - she had just had an earth-shattering orgasm and this was her worry? I wondered if it was possible to love this woman even more.

"Bella… I've managed just fine for a century, don't worry about me now."

"You hadn't had me for a century," she replied with a cocky tone.

"That's true."

"So let's do something."

"Maybe another night," I offered gently.

I wasn't sure if I could handle even more heat without going overboard with my actions. And an orgasm would most certainly make me lose any remnant of self-control left in me and take her completely. I had to remind myself that we didn't have to check all the boxes in one night. We still had tomorrow - and all the days after.

Bella yawned, making herself more comfortable in my embrace.

"All right, I'll take you up on that," she added halfway through her yawn.

"I am counting on that."

She fell asleep quickly, even before I got the chance to hum her lullaby.

With Bella's warm breaths tickling my skin, her scent encompassing me with its bouquet and the storm outside drawing ice flowers on the window, all I could think of was how much I wanted to do this again. Now that I knew how much bliss the act of offering her an orgasm held, I didn't want to stop. For a few moments, I even considered taking a week off from school just to do this on repeat. I didn't care if it would be inappropriate, all I wanted was to see how many orgasms in a row my love could take - I guessed three. Deep down, I hoped for five. But if I was being completely honest with myself, I prayed for at least ten.

Damn it, when could we do this again?

When Bella woke up in the middle of the night to drink some water, the answer to that question became simple: right now.

I hope you liked this chapter! Whether you did or not, I am open and more than happy to read your thoughts in the review section - and, of course respond to them!

I don't know when the next outtake will be ready, but it will be the last in this series of honeymoon practice. But don't worry, I've got other fun ideas just waiting in line :).

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