A/N: Thanks for waiting. Here we go.
Bella couldn't stop touching Edward. When they got out of the car, they reached for each other instantly. Edward pulled her to him, and she pushed up onto the balls of her feet to kiss him. They tried to walk like that. It didn't work out very well.
Somehow, they made it to the front desk, both of them a little breathless. As Edward cleared his throat, turning his concentration on the bemused desk clerk, Bella slipped her hands in his back pockets. She cupped his ass as she laid her head on his shoulder, listening to him handle the business of checking into their room.
She buried an exasperated noise against his back when she figured out what he'd done. The bastard hadn't rented a room. He'd rented a fancy suite. But her exasperation passed quickly. She was in a silly, fanciful mood; giddy and high on this glorious emotion.
Edward was a hurricane force in her life; there was no getting around that. But maybe that was was it—the elusive reason all of this made sense. The demise of her relationship was its own hurricane. Maybe the two had countered each other—two different kinds of destruction that left her here.
She was flying, and if it turned out being with Edward would only make the fall that much worse, well… She'd survive, and she'd always have this moment. This perfect day.
Though she bit her lip to keep it at bay, a titter still slipped out as they got on the elevator. Edward, his arm still firm around her waist, pulled her against him. He ducked his head so his voice rumbled in her ear, "What's so funny?"
She smirked. "Your face."
He took her face in his hands and kissed her. "I think you're lying."
"I think you're ridiculous," she said between kisses. "A suite, Edward? Was that necessary?"
He chuckled, pulling back with his hands still cupped at her cheeks. He stroked a thumb across her lips, his eyes gone soft now. "Heart of a romantic, I suppose. There's something about the first time. It should be special. Not some random tiny room in a run-down motel."
Bella had to smile. She kissed him again, soft and sweet, looping her arms around his neck. He squeezed her waist and kissed a trail up to her ear. "Besides, it gives us a variety of surfaces to work with. The bed. The couch. The counter." He dragged his teeth along the side of her neck. "The bath."
A thrill of excitement and pleasure went down her spine, and she had to stop herself from mauling him right there. "You're very wicked," she said, stumbling out of the elevator with him.
"Yes." He pushed her up against the wall, taking her mouth. "I'm going to have my wicked way with you."
"Uh huh." She poked him in the chest. "And just what makes you think you're going to be the one making all the decisions here, hmm?" She pushed him until he hit the other wall and kissed him, her hands flexing against his chest.
"Mmph." His hands ran up and down her back, caressing her ass. "You first. Then me."
Bella bit the inside of her cheek, swallowing a groan. Edward waggled his eyebrows, his eyes dark and deliciously dangerous. "Then, whichever one of us is still standing gets the third time."
"Oh, baby." She hauled him off the wall and slipped her hand in his and pulled him over to their room. When she leaned against the door, he crashed into her, taking her lips instantly. She kissed him back, but just as quickly broke the kiss, holding his head between her hand. She grinned at him. "I'm going to wear you out the first try."
He pressed her up against the door with a growl he drowned against her lips. They kissed voraciously, and Edward had to try three times to get the keycard in the slot before he could get the door open.
They practically fell into the room, crashing against the wall. Bella ran her hands up his chest, feeling him beneath his shirt. Swimmer's body. So yummy.
He moaned softly into her mouth, his hands running up and down her back. Bella was trying to keep enough of her mind to decide whether she should rip his clothes off and throw him to the floor when he slipped his hands under her shirt.
It was like cold water hitting her right in the face. Bella broke their kiss with a gasp. She leapt backward, her hand clapped over her mouth.
Edward still had his hands out, as though still holding her. He blinked in confusion. "What? What happened?"
Though she pressed her lips together as hard as she could, the words still came tumbling out. "We can't have sex. I can't have sex." She clapped her hand over her mouth again.
"Um." Edward's brow furrowed. "Don't take this the wrong way, because you aren't under any obligation at any time, but, what?"
"I can't answer that."
"Okay."
Bella huffed. She crossed her arms and crossed the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and studiously avoided his gaze. "Do you…" The words tangled in her mouth. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and shook her head. "I can't believe I'm going to say this."
She closed her eyes and tried again. "Okay, so, you know there's this misogynistic trick women use to police themselves because heaven forbid they get a little action whenever the hell they want with whomever they want?"
Edward, clearly being careful to give her space, took a few steps closer to her. "I don't want you to feel like you have to justify yourself to me, but I'm confused."
"I didn't shave my legs so I wouldn't feel the urge to jump you." She winced. "And I'm wearing underwear with a hole in it." She tilted her head all the way back. "And my bra doesn't match."
He'd pressed his lips tightly together, and she glared at him. "You're trying not to laugh at me."
That did it. He broke out in soft laughter. He sat beside her, brushing her hair back out of her eyes. "You're adorable."
"Ugh." Bella fell backward on the bed and glared at the ceiling. "I don't want to be adorable the first time we have sex. I want to be dead sexy. Don't you know anything about the female playbook?"
He lay down beside her, propping himself up on one arm. He rested a hand on her belly, his eyes dancing. "Ah, see, I seem to remember a dead sexy, Ariel-themed lingerie set. You know how they say men think about sex roughly every seven seconds? What image do you think comes up ninety-five percent of the time?"
Bella's lip twitched. "What about the other five?"
He wrinkled his nose, but he grinned. "Wellll. I don't know if this is the right time in our relationship to disclose the inordinate amount of time I spend thinking about how sex with a mermaid would work."
Bella burst out laughing. "You're just all kinds of wrong, Cullen."
"What? They have to reproduce somehow. Did you see how many daughters King Triton had?" He tickled her belly, making her suck in a breath before she caught him by the wrist.
He teased the hem of her shirt with one fingertip, his eyes intent on her. "So, we've already covered dead sexy. And let's be honest, whatever underwear you have on is just going to end up on the floor."
Bella pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth. A rush of excitement made her want to claw at his clothes. When he looked at her like that, she couldn't help but feel dead sexy.
Edward straightened up, kneeling on the bed. "Now, about the legs." He took her by the ankle, holding her fast when she tried to yank it away. His eyes met hers, mischievous. "You shouldn't be self-conscious. I haven't shaved my legs for a good ten years."
"Ten years?"
He shrugged. "I was in drama for half a minute when I was a freshman."
"Wow. Sorry I missed that." She reached for him again, trying to bat his hands away, but he only gripped her ankle more securely. He pushed her jeans up.
"Oh, my God." He pulled her leg close, bending his head down so he was almost nose to nose with her skin. Then, he looked up at her with wide, horrified eyes. "That...that's human hair."
Bella flushed and rolled her eyes, yanking her leg out of his grasp. She scooted away from him, further up the bed.
He followed her, crawling on his hands and knees. He overtook her quickly, resting his elbows on either side of her. "Gee. You're right. The idea of having sex with you and your spiky legs is disgusting," he said, deadpan. He shifted, thrusting his hips against hers. "Can you feel how turned off I am?"
Bella arched up, meeting his hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her.
The mood had shifted. The urgency, the need to rip and tear and scratch had subsided. There would be time for that. Time for everything. This time, their first time, could be about this. About touch. About taste. About the tiny moans he made when she stroked the spot behind his ear.
Yeah, she really liked that little noise.
Edward rested all of his weight on her, taking both of her hands and stretching them above her head. Not to restrain her. No. He twined their fingers together, holding on tightly. He moved on her, his body sliding neatly into the space hers made. She spread her legs, wrapping them around him, pulling him closer.
The friction was delicious. She tilted her head back, breaking their kiss with a gasp. Edward took it as an invitation to nip and suck at her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping and soothing in turn.
Good god. And they hadn't even gotten out of their clothes.
"I can fix that," Edward said, his voice rough as he took her lips again.
He managed to get to his knees without breaking their kiss until the very last second. He knelt between her legs, his hand resting on her belly. He stroked her lightly, his eyes roaming her body, and she wondered how she looked. Her face was flushed. Her hair had to be a wreck—though his wasn't much better. She smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. He took her hand, pressing it against his cheek.
"You know, I don't mean to set expectations I can't live up to, but this is going to be awesome," he said.
"Awesome?" she giggled. "Are you thirteen?"
"Listen, lady. I've got moves thirteen-year-old me couldn't dream of." He took one leg and brought it up, making her gasp as he rested it on his shoulder. His fingers stroked the inside of her thigh from her knee right up to tease her center. "It's just a matter of where to start. Here, with my tongue?"
Bella shivered, but then she laughed. "Let's get real, buddy. We've been walking around Universal all damn day. I'll have sex with you, because you got me all hot, bothered, and worked up."
"And it's going to be sweaty and messy anyway?"
"Exactly. But I'm not going to stick my tongue into it. And you're not going to stick your tongue in it." She grinned at him. "But I'll tell you what you can stick in it."
"Oh, right. Where were we? Right. Too many clothes."
Bella sat up, scooting backward. She lifted her arms, letting him pull her shirt off. He cupped her breast, rubbing a thumb over her nipple through her bra as he leaned in to steal another kiss. Bella kissed him back and tugged at the bottom of his shirt.
It took minutes, because they kept getting lost in kisses, in touch. Bella found she was fascinated by the way his back felt under her hands as his shoulders moved. She liked how he had just enough hair that she could run her fingers through it.
Eventually, though, they were both nude, standing beside the bed, devouring each other with their hands.
He had a nice ass. Just perfect to cup in her hands. "I like touching you," she said in a rasp near his ear. "I think I'm going to do that a lot more now."
"Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do." His hands were splayed wide at her back, his head ducked down to drop kisses along the tops of her breasts.
She reached down between them. His cock had been poking her as they kissed. She took it in her hand now, feeling the hot length of him. He was thick. She bit her lip, aching to feel the heat of him as he stretched her, filled her.
She wasn't nervous, she realized. Not at all. Not with him.
"Lay down," she commanded.
He sucked in a breath but did what she instructed without hesitation. She straddled him, brushing her center over him, teasing them both. Edward put a hand on her hip and his thumb right on her clit. She arched backward in surprise. "Oh, hell."
Bella managed to reach for the condom they'd thrown on the bed in the midst of their mutual undressing. She took his beautiful cock in her hand again, drawing her fingertips along the ridges of him, teasing him even as he teased her. She rolled the condom on and he brought both of his hands to her hips, holding her as she rose up enough to take him in.
"Christ, Bella."
They moved together, his hips pumping up, deep into her. Her hips rolling in time with his thrusts. She balanced herself with a hand on his abs. His hands moved up, taking her breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples with skilled fingers.
Bella loved the noises he made for her. The guttural cries and gasps and whimpers. He whimpered for her. They moved slow at first, an easy roll, eyes on each other. She was breathless, not just because of how he felt moving in her, but because of the way he looked at her—tenderness and awe and desire and love.
Slow and steady didn't cut it for long.
She rode him harder, scrapping her nails along his skin. She moaned—high-pitched sounds that spiked into screams. "Edward. Edward. Oh, God."
"Bella." The word came out raw. His fingers dug into her hips. "Bella...I need…"
The movement was so sudden, Bella hardly knew what happened. One minute she was riding him, grinding her hips into his. The next, he'd flipped them so her back was flat on the bed. She gasped and groaned, feeling the emptiness of him being gone from her.
Edward was on his knees. He moved quickly, putting one of her legs back over his shoulder, spreading her wide. He pushed into her, filling her in one hard, deep stroke. She shrieked, her head thrown back. She hardly had time to drag in a breath as he pulled back only to scream again when he slammed back into her. She arched into him, meeting his next thrust. She hooked her free leg around his waist, feeling the flex of his ass and his back as he fucked her into the mattress.
"Are you gonna come for me, baby?" he asked, voice breathless as her walls began to squeeze him.
She could barely answer. He was so deep inside her, hitting her just the right way. "Yes. Yes." Her shoulders pressed flat on the bed but her ass arched up. He pulled back just enough to get her other leg over his shoulder. He took her mouth just as she began to cry out. She could feel the pulse of him, the tell-tale jerk of his hips, and knew they were coming together.
He collapsed against her then, his ragged breath near her ear as he buried his face in the comforter beside her. She ran shaking fingers through his damp hair, letting her legs come down.
Minutes passed before he raised his head. They kissed—tiny, sweet kisses as their breaths slowed.
"I love you," he murmured against her lips.
Her heart was so full, but her grin was mischievous when she answered. "I know."
A/N: We're approaching the end, my duckies. I hope you're enjoying the ride.