With the students tucked into their sleeping bags not long after sunset, I put the food items away and hoped that bears would be scared away by the remnants of the fire. After I settled into my own tent, I thought back over the last weeks.
When Jake had asked for my hand in marriage, Edward became increasingly persistent with me physically. Edward insisted that I concede to the marriage with Jake, as was my duty to fulfill the charge of "wife" for an unmarried believer. However, my feelings for Jake had shifted in the time I'd known Pastor Cullen. Edward had assured me that our romance and desire was not sinful since we were soul mates, so he pressed further and further. Somehow, he found the ability to kiss me for hours, pulling me onto his lap and moaning into my mouth every time I would move.
Sister Cullen had recently gone to Boston for several weeks to care for her ailing mother. I found it odd that the woman left such a handsome husband alone, but Edward continually assured me that they were only married for the sake of marriage. He also told me that most of the congregants in the church were in similar situations. It was he and I who were meant to be.
The zipper lowering on my tent startled me out of my musings. Edward quietly entered the tent, capturing my lips before I managed to ask him what he was doing. Despite the close proximity of the students in the tents surrounding us, Edward pressed me onto my back and immediately pushed his hands under my flannel pajama top.
"Bella," Edward said my name reverently, as though it were a prayer falling from his lips as he read the rosary. "Our bodies are meant to be one, and I can no longer wait. I need you. It is what the Lord calls us to do when we find our soul mate."
I nodded in earnest. Surely, I would give this man anything he desired.
Edward pulled back, smiling widely. "From this day forward, you shall be my spiritual wife, Isabella Swan."
I smiled brightly. I had definitely heard of how our souls are wed to God and to the man that God created for us. Edward was the one! I was in awe of the mighty will of God. Surely, if this was God's plan and He created us for each other, then I was ready to be his servant.
Bowing his head, Edward led us in a short, sweet, whispered prayer. "'Not my will, but thine, be done.' Amen."
When I opened my eyes, Edward smiled brightly before he kissed me hungrily. Giggling, I pulled Edward on top of me.
The giggling ceased though, as his hands made quick work of my top. I'd never been bare in front of a man before and I covered my breasts in embarrassment.
"Please, Bella," he begged me. "You have no reason to be embarrassed. You are all that is beautiful to me. I long for you, as God has said I should. 'A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.'"
I gasped up at him, shocked by the way he spoke. It was so scandalous.
"That is from Song of Songs, my dear," he informed me, giving me the crooked grin I adored so much.
Blushing, I tried to avoid his gaze. "I never knew the Bible to be erotic," I said honestly.
Laughing lightly, he nodded. "It is both erotic and beautiful. Sex is a beautiful creation amongst those whose souls have mated."
Sex? I took a large, deep breath and confessed. "I am a virgin, Edward. I took a purity pledge when I was eighteen. I won't know what to do."
He smiled down at me, joy filling his features. "And I am the most blessed man on this earth. God created you perfectly for me, my dearest. Please, allow me to take care of you."
With his right hand, he slipped my pants down around my ankles. I kicked them off and into the corner of the tent. "In a few months your body will marry another, but your soul shall always belong to mine, Bella."
Moisture had been gathering between my thighs since the suggestive looks he had covertly sent me throughout dinner. But now, it felt like a flood in my panties. His fingers were moving closer and closer toward it. I hoped he did not find it as disgusting as I did. But when he encountered my most private area, he did not turn away in revulsion; he moved my panties to the side and replaced his fingers with his tongue!
Never had I felt such a sensation. Over and over he lapped at my wet entrance, humming in apparent appreciation. Suddenly, fireworks exploded behind my eyes and my body quaked.
"Wh—what was th—that?" I gasped in surprise.
Edward shot me his crooked grin and licked his lips wickedly, refusing to waste any of my wetness from his mouth. "That, my Bella, was an orgasm," he said, winking. "And, judging by the confusion on your face, it was your first. Don't worry though, my dear. There will be many, many more to come."
Shifting to his knees, he discarded his pants, shirt, and underwear. I'd never beheld a naked man before. Edward was so...solid. His arms were muscled and toned; his chest, hips, and legs were defined and sculpted. And then there was his penis, which he quickly covered with a condom. It stood out straight from his body. It was long and thick. Is that supposed to fit in me?
After allowing me to look over his body, he crawled back over mine. Moistening his thumb on the juices that had flowed from my body, Edward made the sign of the cross over his heart and then on my left breast. The experience was holy and appointed, indeed.
"I love you, Bella," Edward whispered to me, his lips ghosting over mine. He aligned himself at my entrance, gently pushing in a fraction of an inch.
As the sting I was warned of began, I steeled myself for it and told him, "I love you, too, Edward."
The joy on his face took over his whole being. He pressed deeper into me, tearing past my hymen and filling the tight space. I gasped and cried out, but he silenced me with a hand over my mouth. It didn't hurt as I imagined it would, but the sting was evident. They'd always warned us about the ache, fire, and pain. Instead, it felt like an uncomfortable stretching and burning.
Edward stilled inside of me, allowing me time to adjust to his body. As the burning slowly dulled, Edward began to pick up his pace. He thrust in and out of me, moving his body inside of me. It was an amazing sensation.
Already slick with the moisture from my arousal, he moved his thumb to the little bundle of nerves above where our bodies were connected. I came undone again. My body shook and my breath came in short gasps.
"Bella, Bella, Bella," Edward chanted my name repeatedly. His thick penis pulsated within me.
When he pulled out of me a moment later, I winced at the friction. It felt like I had a rug burn in my girlie-bits. Never had I experienced something like that. All the loose strings reattached themselves where they belonged.
Edward sat up, slipping back into his pants, and kissed my forehead. "I love you, Isabella."
I rewarded him with a glorious smile, which he returned. Edward was everything I ever wanted. He quietly unzipped the tent and crept back to his own.
I didn't realize at the time, but the very essence of myself was changing because of this man. The way I saw life and the messages that were previously drilled into my mind slowly began to shift with each kiss and touch.
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We spent almost every day together, finding ways to sneak into the rectory and make love. Edward showed me different positions and ways he could fit completely inside of me. He took me high into the heavens as I tumbled repeatedly into orgasms.
If I had ever doubted it before, I knew at that point that he was my soul mate. Besides the way he read and played my body like an expert pianist sight-reading a masterpiece, Edward was slowly opening my eyes to the world beyond. He managed to embrace the Bible and sex with the same open arms.
No one was any wiser at the church. Edward continued to preach spotless messages. He even did a series on Song of Songs, which had me blushing and shifting in the pew as he gazed down at me from the pulpit.
Jacob Black and I were married on March 14, exactly eight months after Edward and I first consummated our spiritual marriage. Edward had come to me in my bridal room before the ceremony. He prayed with me briefly, before bending me over the room's vanity and taking me swiftly from behind; my white dress was bunched around my waist and the top of it was pulled down so my breasts spilled over. When he shuddered in release, I felt a hot slickness fill my insides. He hadn't even bothered to remove his tux pants or boxers; the condom he kept in his wallet was all but forgotten.
Walking down the aisle, I looked like a princess. Every time Jake glanced at me, I tried to push down the guilt inside and focus on keeping the smile plastered to my face as Edward had instructed. Often, I would find my attention being drawn to Edward. Several times I had turned my eyes in his direction only to find him staring lovingly at my features. I hoped no one else noticed the way he looked at me; surely, they would realize how intimate we were with each other.
Our wedding night was...sweet. Jake was very soft and tender, afraid of hurting me. Of course, he thought I was still a virgin. If only he knew... Edward insisted that I give myself to Jacob, as was my wifely duty. But he also told me that he would be waiting for me after the honeymoon, ready to show me how much he loved me. While I knew it was improper for me to do so, I made sure to remind Jake to wear protection during the honeymoon. I told him I wanted more time alone with him before a baby came into the picture; after the first night, he agreed.
Jake took me to Disney World for our honeymoon. It was sweet, as well. I felt like I was playing the part of the proper Christian woman; it had been a while. Our nights were filled with "love making"—at least that's what Jake called it. For me, it was only sex; Edward held my love.
I believe I shocked Jake into premature ejaculation when I got tired of him being on top of me, pushed him onto his back, and sunk onto his impressive cock. He came moments later, apologizing profusely for not lasting longer. I just patted him on his head, rolled off the bed, and took a long, hot shower. I couldn't wait to get back to my Edward.
While we were on our honeymoon, Jake's three younger brothers moved my things into the house that Jake had owned for the past two years. It would be all ready for us when we got...home.
When we got back to town from the honeymoon and I went to the church for my first day back, Edward took me up to the rectory and made me forget all about my husband. After he discarded my clothing, his tongue lapped and suckled between my thighs, driving me into the throes of an orgasm only Edward could give to me.
"Yes! Fuck my pussy! Harder!" I screamed when he entered me from behind. My voice carried through the church, echoing off the vaulted ceiling and bouncing back to our ears in the rectory above. He pinched and rolled my nipples as he pushed his hard cock deeper into me.
"No cursing, Isabella," he whispered over my shoulder, scooping my hair into one of his hands and pulling it tightly.
I stilled in my movements. What? Suddenly, a hard, solid slap on my rear end pulled me back to our thrusting. I tried to push myself to meet his pace, but he was going too fast for me to keep up.
"Do. Not. Curse. Isabella," he said between pounding my tender lower lips. He pulled my hair tighter and reached his other hand around to rub my swollen nub. My eyes rolled back. It was too much, too intense; I felt my body begin to surrender to orgasm. "Now, Bella!"
My body obeyed him willingly, as I knew it would. The slick, warm walls of my pussy squeezed his cock—working him the way I knew he loved. His resounding groan only made my walls clamp tighter around him. With three more deep, slamming thrusts, he spilled into me.
"Oh, my Bella," he said moments later, slipping out of me and pulling me to lay beside him on the strewn choir robes. "I love you so much, baby."
I smiled against his chest, kissing his left pec sweetly. "I love you too."
A door below us shut with a soft click. We both looked at each other with wide eyes. Edward crawled over to the edge of the rectory, desperately looking below for the source of the noise; he found no evidence that anyone had heard us.
With a shrug he moved back over me, planting kisses on my thighs and the juncture between my legs. All thoughts of the intrusion were quickly forgotten.
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