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Song: Wonderwall - Ryan Adams

Chapter Twelve

Bella

Peter slammed his bedroom door shut as he carried me further inside. He gently yet quickly led me to the large bed in the middle of his room. His lips never leave mine as he guides me into the dark room, the only light in the room left is the moonlight outside that spilled in from the ceiling to floor window.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this." Peter whispers just before he he pushes me onto the bed, my body slightly bouncing against the soft covers. He seemed to know exactly where to go, as if he knew my body like I found myself gradually learning his. Pete's mouth explored mine with his tongue. I loved what he did whenever he kissed me. I was already so unbelievably wet and he hadn't even touched me that much.

When I felt his hard member press against my thigh I couldn't help but grow curious at how I could make Peter be as restless and I was. I lift my leg up slowly, pushing up against his member, immediately eliciting a deep groan from him. I breathed heavily when he stopped kissing me to rest his forehead against mine. His grey eyes were looking at me with an intense hunger now.

It made my insides quiver. I never took my eyes off of him as I continued moving my leg, giving him the pleasure he needed. His hips started grinding against my thigh, his large protective hands clamping down on my knees.

"Wait," he hissed, "not yet. I want to do something first." Before continuing he looks up at me, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Peter," I whispered for him but I didn't exactly know what I needed from him. I was glad that he did when his hands massaged my arms, to my ribs and stomach until reaching the hem of my night gown just above my underwear. My eyes flickered closed for a moment. I wanted this, I knew that. I had no doubt about it but...

"I'm...scared. But I want to do this." I said, keeping my eyes closed in hopes that I won't see the annoyed expression on Peter's face for giving him mixed signals. Memories still stirred inside of me with James and those men. Those animals. But I didn't want them to win - I wouldn't let them win over me anymore. Feeling Peter's hand gently caress my cheek I hold onto him and open my eyes, seeing the same tender look on his eyes that I slowly seem to start loving now. I sit up and lean as close to him as I can, so close I can smell his intoxicating scent, I hold his face in my hands and try my best to convey to him just how much I needed this, "I want you, Peter."

He takes into consideration what I say and slowly removes my hands from his face, giving me a kiss that was so slow and sweet that it sent shivers down my spine.

"I'm going to touch you now." His intense gaze and words makes me nervous but I wasn't afraid, not in the slightest. Then his long fingers trail down my gown, his knuckles brushing against my nipples, turning them into hardened pebbles. I couldn't stop looking at the way Peter moved so elegantly, so perfectly as he eased me back down onto the bed before he palmed my breasts with his hands over the thin material of my nightgown. I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning again but I didn't succeed which only seemed to amuse him.

When his teeth grazed my right nipple my mouth gaped open but no sound came out until his fingers pinched my left, never neglecting me for a second. It felt so incredibly good I thought it was too much but I was wrong. Not long after teasing me, I felt Peter move even farther down which alarmed me. I tried sitting up when he pushed my knees apart until he soothed me with words of affirmation, "If you want to stop, you let me know. You're in control, Bella."

I leaned back down and tried my best to not pant in anticipation and fear as he pushed my gown up. I squirmed under him as I felt his hot breath right over my core. He leaned back on his heels, pulling my black panties down my legs, lifting one leg to kiss my calf, then my inner leg and down to my thighs. When his fingers run up my slit, he cursed, "Fuck you're so wet." I moaned, wanting his touch even more or I was going insane with his teasing. Then without warning, he slides his tongue through my folds, trying to learn as much as possible about my body every time he repeats the motion. I shudder underneath him, trembling against the tip of his tongue.

When he finally licks my clit, I tried moving away from him before I came completely undone but he squeezed my thighs and pressed me even closer to his mouth. Peter's eyes look up at me and his voice is deep when he speaks, "Don't push me away. Let me make you feel good."

"Peter." I had to hold onto him, finding his hair with my fingers, caressing and tugging at him. This seemed to urge him on as he groans again, the vibrations sending sparks through me. His tongue doesn't slow down as it continuously flicks over my swollen bud until my legs start trembling. When I relax back into his touch, Peter's hands massage my thighs as if he were grateful. I felt incredibly safe and in control because of his willingness to let me feel what I need to. That he's willing to pleasure me first before he gets anything out of it. It was unlike any of the other men I've encountered.

I loved how much I could trust this man. My body jolted in surprise and my hands held his shoulders for support as soon as he lightly bit down on my clit. Everything he did was unexpected and it made me get even wetter for him.

I said his name so many times tonight yet there were so many meanings behind each one.

Stop.

Keep going.

I need you.

This feels strange but...

Good.

Please don't stop.

"Wait," I gasped, slightly pulling on his hair to stop him from continuing as soon as he started licking me faster. "I want...I..."

He climbed back up and caressed my cheek, "Do you want to stop? Is this too much?"

I could see him spiraling with thoughts of regret and worry but I didn't want him to so I forced myself to say what I wanted. What I needed from him.

"I want you. All of you, right now. Just that won't be enough." Won't be enough to feel you, to show you how you make me feel. I can see him visibly swallow. Was he nervous? I kiss his neck, running my hands down his broad chest and down to his sweatpants. My hand palms his rock hard member, immediately making him buckled into me. I decided to take a chance and pushed him back, making him sit as I straddled him. I panted out the words as I said, "I want you to make love to me, Peter."

His eyes never left mine as his arms wrapped around my back, holding me tightly as two of Peter's fingers pushed into me, gently going in and out, working me until I was an overwhelmed mess. My legs trembled when I was about to come, my back arching into his torturous touch until he pulled his fingers out. My eyes were closed, our foreheads touching even when he pulled a condom out from the drawer, he never left me. Peter wanted me to feel safe, so much that I thought he was scared to leave my side. I was grateful for it. I watched him with heavy eyes when he pulls himself free from his pants to roll the condom onto his member. Peter looks at me one last time to make sure I was alright before I kissed him so hard I felt him sway against me.

"It might hurt."

"That's okay."

Those were the only words we needed to say to each other.

I got up onto my knees, positioning myself above him and slowly eased down, my walls clamping around his cock. We both groaned into each other's mouths, loudly at the overwhelming feeling of having our bodies becoming one. For a moment, we looked into each other's eyes as if this were just a dream. My hands held Peter's face while his arms held me to his chest, then ever so slowly, I started moving. Having him look at me with such a need, an incredible amount of love he showed only to me, almost made me come right then.

"God, you're so beautiful."

"Peter..." I felt tears flood my eyes as we rocked even faster.

"Come with me, Bella." He groans when I bite down on his neck.

Peter's mouth licked and sucked and bit at my breasts the faster we got. I desperately clung to him until a warmth coiled in my stomach. I heard myself moan out all sorts of incoherent words and when I came I threw my head back. My eyes were shut so tightly that when I opened them, I saw an array of stars shining above me. The light from the pale moon made me feel so exposed yet free, as if I were seeing how beautiful it could truly be to be completely exposed under the night sky. When a shooting star disappeared behind the darkness of the trees, I felt a single tear slide down the side of my face.

"Bella?" Peter's concern brought me down from the high I was on, laying me down but not yet pulling out of me. It felt good feeling him move inside me that I tried my best to not moan again and start something I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

I smiled, "No, I just...I've never felt anything like this before. No one's ever made me feel like this before. It's just a little overwhelming. I'm sorry."

Peter gave me a relieved sigh, kissing the inside of my wrist. He laid down next to me, pulling me into his arms, "I feel the exact same way, darlin'."

I held onto Peter until we both fell asleep in each other's arms. Our warmth seeping through our clothes and into our skin, making us one. That was the first night a man ever made me orgasm and the first time I didn't hate being so intimate with someone. The first time I didn't hear or think about James nor did I dream of him that night.

It was just me and Peter.

The only thing I never thought I needed to feel utterly...safe and loved.

A/N:

Well that got intense, huh?

How do you think Jasper will react? What do you guys think about Peter and Bella's relationship so far?