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Chapter 8

Edward's Room

His parents were not home that day. Since we all had siblings and he was an only child, his house was a popular venue for our little parties. Emmett and Rose have locked themselves up in the Cullen's guest room, I was cleaning up the littered bottles and cups while Edward was bidding the other visitors goodbye. As soon as the door closed behind him, he came up to me and hugged me from behind.

"God, it took them awhile to leave," he groaned, turning me around in his arms, "I've been wanting to get you alone the whole night."

I hummed, giving him a kiss on the lips. He returned the kiss roughly. We were a little drunk at that point.

"Edward," I warned him with a giggle. "They might hear us," I said, pointing to the guest room.

I shrieked in surpised as he lifted me off the ground, bridal style. "I guess we just have to take this elsewhere," he told me. He carried me to his room and I laughed at his playfulness.

He put me on his bed and locked his door. He jumped on the bed and started kissing me slowly. Of course, I reacted perfectly. I felt his hands roam from my neck to my chest, squeezing a little as he dragged them lower. He stopped at the hem of my shirt, playing with the material as he kissed me. He lifted it up and my shirt went to the floor. I fumbled to do the same with him.

"Are you nervous, baby?" he asked.

I nodded.

"I've got you, Bella. If there's anything you don't want to do, just tell me to stop," he stopped what he was doing and looked at me sincerely.

I shook my head, "No, I want to do this."

"Fuck, Bells. You don't know how beautiful you are," he groaned as he stripped off the remaining clothing we had on us.

First, his hands were trying to touch every inch of me. Until he stopped there. It was so good, I didn't know what to feel. Then his mouth followed his hands' path and I was undone. He led my hand down his body to touch his member and I moved my hands up and down as he groaned.

He pulls back, slipping on a condom, "I have to be inside you, baby. Are you ready?"

I nodded and let him lead the way. It hurt but it felt good but it hurt. I really didn't know what to feel.

He stopped moving, looking at my face. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I told him. I wanted him to move. I wanted to make him feel good.

He thrusted slowly, at first, in and out. Then his pace quickened. All I knew was that it felt so good.

"Baby, I'm going to come," he told me as he continued his moving.

I held his face and kissed him hard, "I love you."

He shuts his eyes as he finishes. He took some wipes from his bedside drawer and cleaned me up. I giggled at him and he kissed me on the nose. He cuddled me and whispered, "I love you, too," before pulling the blanket on us and falling asleep.