Author's note; Here I go for my mature rating…Eeek!
Warning; there are enough lemons in here to make lemonade!
Bella's POV
I wash and dry my dishes by hand since it would probably take me two weeks to make enough dirty dishes to fill a dishwasher. If I had a dishwasher. I stood rinsing out a few glasses in the kitchen sink. They'd begun stacking up, and as usual I managed to get more water on the front of my shirt than on anything else. I had my hand around a juice glass under the hot water rinsing when Edward came up behind me. He wrapped one arm around my waist and submerged his other hand into the dish water caressing mine.
"How does this feel to you?" He asked. "Is my touch still cold in the warm water?"
"No, and I know what you're getting at. When you touch me I get so overheated you don't have to worry about my getting cold." I insisted. That made him smile.
"I've been scrutinizing these hurdles one at a time, and I think I may have come up with a solution." He said critically. "I now have the venom situation figured out, that's no longer a problem. Relaxation was a good idea in theory; I just went a little overboard." I snickered. "Perhaps just one drink to help calm me. Lastly I've been trying to find an outlet for my…reactions when things get too intense. If I could somehow channel it…"
I had to interrupt. "Are you saying you'd like to try again?" He could over think turning off a light.
"You see right through me and speaking of see-through are you washing the dishes or yourself?" He bunched up the lower half of my shirt and tried to wring it out, then gave up and pulled it off over my unsuspecting head.
"Right now? I'm a mess, I can put on something nice, and it'll only take a minute." I stammered, trying to remember if I'd brushed my teeth recently.
He shook his head. "I'll just have to take it off again."
"Oh." I was like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Shall we take this into the bedroom love, or would you rather be ravaged in the kitchen?" I got the evil smile.
"Uh, the bedroom first, and maybe the kitchen later? What about your cocktail?" I asked.
"In the icebox." He stated. He must've borrowed some already from Sarah.
I turned to the fridge in my bra and opened the door. "Which one?" There were two.
"It doesn't matter. Um, on second thought, what is it labeled…no, never mind. I don't want to know." He winced.
I handed one of the boxes to him. "How long do we have to wait till it takes effect?"
"It's almost immediate." He turned his back to me and drank it down. He's got this thing about eating in front of me.
"Really, while you're doing that I'm just going to spruce up. There must be something you'd like to see me in?" Edward threw the box into the trash and shook his head. He went to the sink and unstopped it letting the water drain out, turned on the faucet and leaned down to rinse out his mouth.
"You keep saying that." He blinked like he was trying to focus. Then he looked at me. "Is there something you'd like to see me in?" Hmmm.
"How about a long black cloak?" I said kidding him with a Dracula jab.
He stared at me. I stared back. Then he took two long steps and grabbed the tablecloth off of our dinette set. He wrapped it around his neck, draping it over his arm, crossing his forearm horizontally across half of his face. All I could see were his piercing eyes.
"I VANT you in my bed." He quipped, eyebrows jumping. "But everything else has got to go."
"That's the worst Transylvanian accent I've ever heard." I laughed. He reached out and slipped off one of my bra straps. He's quick.
He was playing and my breath was coming faster as he chased me around the couch and then into the bedroom. I was hoping that the fun lighthearted way we were going about this was taking the pressure off of Edward. I jumped onto the brass bed and then off onto the other side, but he still managed to slide the other strap down, laughing. We were looking intently at each other standing on opposite sides of the bed. He dropped the tablecloth onto the floor and his shirt followed. I knew his eyes were on me, so I unclasped my bra and slipped it off.
He sighed my name. "Bella."
I lay down on the bed then, propped up on my elbows with a hand over each of my breasts. Is this really going to happen? Oh, I hope so. I was already tingling inside.
Edward sat on the end of the bed at my feet. He gently took my ankle and set it in his lap, then took my other foot and removed my sock. He set that foot upon his chest and started massaging it. It tickled, plus this was taking way too long, and I was raring to go. "Please Edward…"
He chuckled. "Be patient, I'm working my way up." Definitely not sober. "And I plan on taking my time." He was dead serious. I started moving my foot in his lap, attempting to rub on all the right places. Two could play at this game. He dropped my damn foot finally and moved like lightening over me, an arm on each side of my knees. He grabbed my sweats about half way up and yanked them completely off. Yikes. Thank goodness I'd shaved my legs last night.
So there I was in my jockey bikini underwear and one sock. And I had so wanted to be sexy. Edward had gotten very quiet, not a chuckle out of him for at least a minute, but then he spoke roughly. "Take your hands down." His red eyes were glazed over and his breathing ragged. I put my hands down, slowly. He started to growl lowly under his breath.
Was this getting too much for him?
He ran his hands possessively up my legs and onto my hips, then shaking a little he placed his head onto my abdomen and tried to steady his breathing. I was holding mine. I knew what he was doing and it was mortifying. He was breathing me in, and I could feel how wet I already was.
Shit. My undies were probably soaked. His relaxation technique wasn't working as he gripped my hips tighter, his strong fingers digging into my skin. It was getting painful, I had to snap him out of it but I was too scared to move.
Edward's POV
I unashamedly pursued my love about the house and into the bedroom where she all but catapulted over the bed onto the other side. Who knew she could be so agile? It made my mentality drop into the gutter, and when she removed her little white brassiere I knew my mind was going to like it there.
"Bella." I choked out.
Bella was exquisite, so supple and round…mouth-watering. She lay down onto the brass bed like an offering, covering her beautiful self. That shouldn't be allowed. I tried not to ogle and sat at the end of the bed at her divine feet. I put one of her small feet into my lap and removed a sock from the other, I wanted to bite on her toes, but that would have been disastrous, so I settled for placing it flat against my bare chest and massaging it. She was keen to begin this experiment. The aroma of her arousal was filling the room…deliciously sweet like I remembered honey to be. She is fragile; I reminded myself for the thousandth time and held myself back.
I had to slow down our progress to a pace I could function and stay in control, and the absurdity of it made me laugh. "Be patient, I'm working my way up…and I plan on taking my time." I told her, hoping she'd take the hint. She didn't. Her other foot began to move in my lap. She found her target and I got hit with electronic bursts. She then stroked the same area over and over with her toes breaking down my resolve, and I was getting light headed.
I couldn't digest reasoning anymore. For a few seconds my control wavered and I fell back on instinct. I pounced on her, and ferociously discarded the offensive fabric that was between me and my objective. Better, but not good enough. My eyes raked over her body and were met with more obstruction. "Take your hands down." I growled. My mate lowered her hands hesitantly as one might do as not to startle a wild animal. It was then I realized I'd frightened her. Oh Bella, forgive me. I should have removed myself then and there, but I was unable to leave. My breath came rapidly needing to taste her. I wanted to devour her. I ran my hands up her long legs to her hips, rested my head above heaven and held on tight to my world. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Bella's POV
This wasn't working. Edward was utterly losing it. I watched his head rise and fall with my breathing. He was fighting to compose himself and we hadn't even done anything yet. I cautiously reached to caress his hair. "Edward." I whispered. "It's okay…come up here…it's okay." I patted the pillow next to my head. He reluctantly raised his head and crawled gradually up next to me not saying a word. He assented to me pushing him over onto his back. He gazed at me with remorseful, half open eyes.
I clambered over him, taking both his hands gently in mine and kissed him for all I was worth, being careful to follow the rules. My bare chest against his cool skin felt wonderful and right. He attempted to feebly loosen his hands from my grasp. I couldn't permit it as that could turn into another problem. "Settle down." I scolded. He did.
I straddled his chest then, lowering my breasts to his chin closing my eyes and swaying back and forth taunting him. I was all a thrill inside. Touch me, touch me, I thought, wishing he could read my mind because I couldn't say it out loud. He kept his hands still as I'd instructed but I felt him take one of my nipples into his mouth tenderly. I think I was about to hyperventilate and I started grinding into his chest. He freed my nipple and took the other one more urgently, the sexiest deep growl emitting from his throat the entire time. Okay, this was going really well, but I needed the use of my hands if I was going to be the one in control.
I pulled myself free and reached both our hands up to the headboard. I placed each of his hands on a brass rung. His fists tightened around the metal. "Don't you dare let go." I warned, my forehead hovering over his.
He nodded his consent.
Holy shit, I'm going for the Promised Land. I gave him another kiss while my hands, now free, wandered down his marbled chest to the button on his jeans. The throbbing between my legs was getting unbearable. He deepened our kiss tasting my tongue inside my mouth, but I pulled back abruptly not able to hide my eagerness. I scooted back, undid the button and unzipped his pants.
His eyes flashed to the ceiling and the brass headboard creaked under the pressure of his grasp. I worked the denim off of him a little at a time, I knew he wanted to help, but I continually cautioned him not to let loose. An Edward in all his glory is beyond comprehension. He is statuesque, perfect, and waaay the hell too big. I was immediately apprehensive as I was sure to impale myself on that thing, but like they say what a way to go. I wiggled out of my panties and spread my body along the length of his wanting to feel our skin touching and rubbing together everywhere possible. I wished I could just crawl inside of him. The growl grew stronger practically resonating in the room and the cheater let go of the brass post!
Edward's POV
I was steadily going off the deep end trying to hold onto what was mine as if some assailant may show up at any second and try to take it from me. Mine…was all my thoughts could encompass. I felt Bella's slight touch to my hair, smoothing out my tension.
She called my name. "It's okay…come up here…it's okay."
It wasn't okay, but I went to lie next to her. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was. I couldn't do this; I couldn't control myself after all; I was weak. She wanted me to lie on my back, so I did. How was I going to tell her? We kissed.
I could handle that, right?
Her naked pink peaks were crushing into my chest all soft and warm and…maybe I couldn't handle it after all.
I started to unclasp our fingers from one another; I had to touch her again, but she tightened her hold.
"Settle down." She reprimanded.
I tried to stay still, but she raised herself over my face teasing me with her lithe breasts. I had to have her then or detonate. I pulled her little firm nipple into my mouth and suckled it like a babe. This caused Bella to crush herself into me relentlessly. The electricity was overpowering I released one hurriedly having to taste the other as well, this time taking more of her into my mouth. An animalistic growl began in the back of my throat against my will. It vibrated against her skin behind my lips.
The warning must've startled her as she stopped suddenly, pulling herself out of my mouth and placing our arms up and over my head. She positioned my hands about the headboard and told me not to let go. I nodded understanding, she was right not to trust me. Bella was bolder than I'd ever imagined, after one more kiss the seductress went straight for my fly.
Somehow she managed to get my pants off insisting no help from me. I just held tighter to the brass rungs for my dear life…and for hers. I stared at the ceiling quarrelling right and wrong silently with myself, but the conflict was interrupted when I clearly heard her cotton unmentionables slide off her legs and onto the floor. She melted her curvy body against mine, rubbing hot ointment against my aching member. I could feel instinct taking over again, but I fought it. It would have to be met half way. Pardon the rhyme, but I let loose of the brass and grabbed her adorable ass.
I forcefully rolled us over, my quarry trapped helpless beneath me. I rocked back on my knees to admire my mate's exposed form. So soft…stunning…arousing. Her heartbeat was erratic and the heat emanating from her caressed me. I lightly traced two fingers from her navel down her flat stomach towards my prize. She gasped and went to cover her core with one small hand.
"No." I commanded and she halted all movement.
Bella's engaging scent encompassed and hypnotized me. I couldn't wait anymore; I grasped each of her knees and pulled her to me spreading her thighs for my access. I didn't consider her loss of composure or my own avarice only my severe need to be satiated. She squirmed, but I held her immobile.
My nose nudged her center and my tongue lashed out again and again tasting her unique flavor like a man dying of thirst. God, I wanted to have her for lunch. I vaguely heard her moans and groans. She was quite vocal this little one. Honey had nothing on Bella. I tried to conspire new ways to get her to spread her legs after every meal so I could consume my new favorite dessert. I had to claim her;no one else must ever have her. She is mine.
I'm ashamed to say I wasn't as gentle as I should have been. There were even moments that Bella's tenderness didn't cross my mind. I was blinded by my own sheer needs and lusts. I pounced and penetrated her swiftly. She screamed in shock initially but as I got more deeply lost inside of her wet warmth she began moving with me. It was as if I was in a trance, and when I finally returned to the here and now and remembered my loves feelings I gazed into her face to be met with a satisfied Mona Lisa smile.
Bella's POV
One minute he's my docile and careful and worried to death Edward and the next he's aggressive, demanding and out of his mind with lust. I could get used to this new guy…in small doses.
He let loose of the headboard and grabbed my butt and rolled us over pinning me. Anything…anything you want…please take me. As if he could read my mind he trailed his chilly fingers down my stomach towards…ohhh…ohhh. The untouched virgin side of me was overcome with self doubt and shame. My hand moved down to cover myself, but that affected a stern, "No." Jekyll and Hyde was back.
Excitement gushed through me at his simple demand and I stopped, putting my hands flat on the mattress. He seized me roughly then wrenching my knees up causing my head to be pulled from the pillow as he spread my thighs apart. My head went back and I groaned, actually groaned. It was beyond my control, I swear!
I can't even describe what happened next. It was amazing, I felt like I was floating. I was euphoric, as the cold ice swept over my…and into my, well you know. This time it was me who grabbed frantically for the headboard or else I'd surely fly away. The muscles in my arms tightened as Edward held me even more securely to his mouth. A sort of Bella tug of war ensued. Pure pleasure seeped through my entire body as his cold tongue met my heat…this was ecstasy. My legs began to tremble. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. He stopped.
Abruptly he was over me, inside of me, all around me. It all happened so fast, damned speedy vampires. I don't remember any discomfort from my being a virgin and all. I felt pure astonishment that the man I loved and I were finally one (at which I think I may have squeaked), and then unadulterated bliss. I was shaking in waves I had no power over. They came and then subsided and then came again.
I held fixed to Edward as if he were the key to my tremors. "Hold me, hold me tight…tighter." I begged him desperately. I finally recognized it for what it was and a stupid smile crossed my face and stayed there. My emotions went on overdrive and I wept. A few minutes later all the bones must've left my body because I became as limp as a rag doll. "I love you." I told him sleepily.
Edward's POV
Bella was crying. God just kill me now, I've hurt her. I embraced her and at her request held her securely to me. Every so often she would start to tremble and clutch me tighter, and then she would stop and relax just to have it happen all over again. I reached over to get a hold of the thermal blanket that had been mangled above our heads and draped it over her. She must be chilled to death.
At last her breathing slowed and she lay peacefully in my arms. She began giggling. I'd never heard such a beautiful sound. My worry dissolved away, everything was alright. We'd made love and she was undamaged.
She poked one socked foot out from under the blanket and wiggled it in the air. "You missed this one." She said bashfully.
I'm so in love with this woman.
I was looking into her chocolate brown sleepy eyes when she asked, "Do you want to break in the kitchen now?"
Shock must have registered loud and clear in my face because she laughed. If it were possible I'd have had a heart attack. "Isabella, ll mio amore…la mia vita."
Sarah's POV
It sounded like a wrestling match going on next door, well except for all the moaning and groaning. What was Ed doing to that girl? Did she just scream? Maybe I should turn on the radio.
Author's note; Translation for Edward's Italian; "Isabella, my love…my life."
Whew! Glad that's over! Thought I'd never get through it. Hope no one's modesty was damaged in the writing of this chapter.