sorry this took so long. i guess you guys dont like the story anymore. but here's whatyouve all been waiting for anyway.
Bella's POV
I awoke several hours later feeling fully energized and refreshed with the smell of food wafting towards me. Without opening my eyes, I stretched then nestled deeper into my covers, savoring the soft pillows and luxurious silk bedspread. A cool hand gently stroked my face and I knew it was Edward.
"Good morning." His musical voice greeted me. "How did you sleep?"
I opened my eyes expecting to see my bedroom or maybe even Edward's… not the inside of a luscious velvet canopy bed. "Oh, wow."
"Forgot where we were?" He asked me, a bemused grin on his perfect face.
"Yes! I mean, no… I don't know. It's still so strange to me." Images from the night before rushed through my mind; the café, the food, the hotel, the tower…
Edward held out a small cup of coffee towards me. "I ordered food not too long ago. I selected truffade, coq au vin, and some choux à la crème. I hope that's alright?"
"Um… what?"
"Sautéed potatoes with garlic and cheese, chicken in a red wine sauce with mushrooms, and for dessert crème puffs." Edward left momentarily and returned with an elegant tray which he sat on the bed. "I would have ordered breakfast for you, but they don't serve it at night."
"That's perfectly fine with me." I said, poking at the chicken with a fork.
As I ate, I took in more of the room. The night before I was too tired when we returned from our outing to fully appreciate it's beauty. The floor was made of shiny, white, marble tiles and double wooden doors led out into the sitting room that contained several plush chairs and a larger than life television. A crossed from the bed was a giant, ornate fireplace which turned on and off with a flip of a switch. Above that was a painting of a rather chubby, naked woman which would open up to reveal a large plasma screen tv when you knew which button on the ridiculous remote to push. And don't get me started on the bed! It was, by far, the most comfortable bed I have ever slept in. Even the bathroom was unbelievable. It housed a huge shower with glass walls and a large Jacuzzi. Bottles of good smelling lotions, soaps, and sprays covered the countertops. It was spectacular.
When I had finished eating, I asked Edward where our purchases from the night before were.
"I put them all in the closet."
I slid out of the rather high bed and made my way to the closet which I hadn't noticed before. When I opened the door I saw that it was almost as big as my room at Charlie's house. And in it were dozens of hung up articles of clothing, and on the floor sat boxes of new shoes. I guessed that Edward had done that out of boredom when I was sleeping. I shuffled through the clothes and found a light blue summer dress and sandals, then I went into the bathroom to shower. Edward was laying on the bed, noncallantly flipping through the channels on television.
Through the open bathroom window, I saw that the sun was just now beginning to set, meaning in a short while we would be allowed out once again. Once done in the shower, after taking much time trying to figure out which knob did what, I stood, naked, in front of the mirror. I brushed my hair several times, thinking about Edward in the other room. There he sat, on an extravagantly beautiful bed, in the most beautiful suite, in the most exclusive hotel in all of Paris.
I knew I had two options. I could get dressed and we would go shopping and sightseeing like a normal couple then return to the room later for me to sleep. Or I could throw caution to the wind and step out of that bathroom to Edward. I opted for the second one.
His perfect head turned as I opened the gold, gilded door and stepped carefully out of the bathroom. My feet hit the cold marble floor and I instantly got goose bumps. In the dim lighting I could see Edward's slightly shocked expression. My face reddened. Part of me wanted to turn and run back to the safety of the shower. The other part knew that this is what I honestly wanted and to not be afraid. I kept my eyes firmly on his gold ones as I made my way towards the bed. He was as still as a statue until I was only an arm length away.
"Bella… what are you doing?" He asked, sitting up and dropping his legs off the edge of the bed.
I didn't respond, only made my way closer until I was standing between his legs. I placed my hands on his shoulders and waited for him to make the next move. My cheeks burned. I knew it could go a few ways… he could reject me totally, sending me back to the bathroom in shame… we could start doing 'things' then just stop abruptly or get interrupted again… or we could make passionate love all over the gorgeous, Parisian hotel room.
Edward's reaction went just as I hoped. Wordlessly, he put his hands on my waist and his cold fingers started tracing lines on my side, stomach, and back as he stood up, meeting my face with a deep kiss. My heart thumped against his chest and I wrapped my arms tight around his neck. He pulled me up against him and we fell onto the plush bed, his lips never leaving mine.
I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulling it roughly over his head, tossing it to the ground. Edward's chest was cool and solid against my breasts. He moved his mouth to my neck and traced light kissed towards my collar bone. Gasping I pulled him on top of my and frantically began working at his pant's zipper.
He chuckled and lifted his head. "Bella, love, there's no need to rush." His voice was soothing and only make me want him more.
"I don't care." I said, frustrated that I couldn't easily unfasten his pants.
He reached a hand down and threw his pants off in an inhuman manner. "Better?" He asked, flashing me a crooked grin.
"Shut up and kiss me." I demanded breathlessly.
He wordlessly complied. His hands kneaded into my skin as his breathing became harsher. The feeling of his icy breath on the nape of my neck gave me goose bumps and made me ache for more. My fingers were tangled in his hair and his began creeping down my sides. They grazed the sides of my breasts and continued on, over my stomach and past my hips. He hesitated when he met the forbidden part of me. Something he had never touched before. Feeling rather impatient, I thrust my hips up, forcing his hand to touch me. Slowly, he slipped his fingers inside me, forcing me to moan into his mouth. I reached down and touched him over the thin fabric of his briefs. He was so hard and pressing against my palm with need.
"Are you sure this is okay?" He asked, breaking the superb silence.
I hated that he was second guessing this. "Of course." I tried to pull him closer against me as I gently nipped at his neck. "Please just kiss me."
He gave in and his lips found mine again. I slowly reaches for his member, making him moan into my mouth as I slid his last remaining article of clothing down, past his perfect hips. I thought about looking down, but I was far too nervous. My heart leaped inside my chest as Edward took his place over me, his lips at my ear. "If you want me to stop at anytime or you're uncomfortable, please just tell me."
I nodded into his chest.
"I love you, Bella." His smooth voice made me shiver.
"I love you." I said quietly into his chest. My mind was racing and time seemed to move so slowly as I waited for that defining moment to take place. I knew Edward's conscience was probably working double time right now. He began running his smooth hands up and down my body. He touched every part of my back, arms, legs, everywhere. I found his movements calming, but I secretly knew he was just taking his time. Finally I felt his penis at my opening. Then he entered me in one, swift motion, taking my breath away in an audible gasp.
"Bella, love, are you alright?" He asked, his voice full of concern.
I nodded, feeling tears prickle my eyelids. "I'm okay."
Edward searched my face. "We can stop at anytime."
"I know… just don't worry." I pulled my arms around him tighter. "Keep going."
He complied, slowly moving in and out. The pain I had felt was soon replaced my a feeling of pleasure. I wanted more of him. I felt it. I wanted him harder, faster, now. My breathing grew ragged as I writhed beneath him, wanting so much more. Noting my new movement, Edward soon began to be more daring in his motions and soon we were one, moving together with a fresh, new passion.
ummm yeah so lemons are awkward to write lol. anyway just review if you want to read more