SONG: Yiruma - River Flows in You

Author's Note:

This is a long ass chapter. Enjoy!

Savannah-Vee

Chapter 41

The First

BPOV

"Your hair looks longer." My dad remarked.

I looked over at him, my eyebrow raised. "Really dad? I just got it cut a couple of weeks ago, remember?"

"Oh yeah." He stared at the road ahead of him intently. "Well...I guess it grew out again." He muttered.

We were then in an awkward silence as I resumed my earlier position of leaning on the glass and staring dully out of the window. My dad kept his eyes trained on the road.

That was my dad's second attempt at conversation during the three and a half hour trip. His first attempt had been about Edward, and how he 'trusted me to be responsible this weekend.' That conversation had also been brief.

I hated being in the cruiser. Cars drove unbelievably slowly when they spotted it in their rear view, forcing us to drive equally slowly, and I was anxious to be in Seattle. Anxious to see Edward. I was also annoyed at my dad. Sure I was grateful that he even allowed me to go on such short notice, but he had insisted on driving me there. He didn't think my truck could withstand the journey, he had said, but honestly, I think he just wanted to check out where I'd be staying for the weekend, to make sure that Edward and I were definitely going to be sleeping in different rooms.

"Well, we're in Seattle now." He said, after what seemed like eternity.

My head snapped up and I took in my surroundings eagerly.

"Call Edward and ask him for the address."

I took out my cell and dialled Edward's number quickly, knowing it by heart.

"Bella." Edward sounded excited.

"Hey." I answered, smiling at the sound of his voice. "We're in Seattle now."

"We?" He questioned.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Yeah, my dad gave me a ride."

He snickered.

"It's not funny Edward." I muttered.

"What's wrong with your truck?" He asked.

"Nothing. My dad just doesn't think it would make it to Seattle, which is a bunch of bull if you ask me."

"You watch your mouth young lady." My dad chided. "And hurry up and ask for the address, I can't be driving around aimlessly."

Edward gave me the address and my dad put it into the Sat Nav. Less than twenty minutes later, we pulled into a street lined with large, whitewashed houses on either side, which sat back from the road, neat front lawns and driveways at the forefront.

My dad whistled. "Wow, Edward's mom's got a pretty fancy place huh?"

I nodded, unable to speak because the nerves had suddenly hit me. My dad drove slowly down the street, scanning the mailboxes for the number Edward had given us, when towards the end of the road, I spotted a car I would never miss. Edward's silver Volvo was parked in the driveway, and my heart thudded at the sight of it. This was it. I was going to meet his mom, his mom that he had lived with for most of his life, his mom that was Bipolar, something I'd had no experience with at all in my life, his mom that something had happened to, that made him move to Forks, his mom that he had told me nothing about.

I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know what was expected of me, and that was the scariest part. Another scary part was; what if she didn't like me? What if she didn't approve of me for her only son? My hands were clammy with perspiration as I grasped them together tightly in my lap.

"Dad." My voice came out hoarse. I cleared my throat. "It's the house on the end there." I pointed a shaky finger in the direction. "I can see Edward's car parked in front."

My dad pulled up to the driveway, and before he could even shut off the engine, the green front door flung open, and Edward came hurrying out and over to the passenger side of the cruiser, bronze hair in complete disarray as usual, his face lit up with that adorably uneven smile. My heart pounded in my chest at the sight of him, and I fumbled with my seatbelt quickly, while he opened my door.

I jumped out of the car and into his arms, and he staggered back a little at the force of it. Then he laughed, and his arms went around my waist tightly, as my own gripped his neck.

"God Bella, I missed you so much." He murmured into my hair, and I felt him inhaling deeply as he held me.

I nodded into his neck. "Me too." I whispered.

We stood there a moment in each other's arms, until the driver door of the cruiser closed just a little louder than necessary, and Edward pulled away from me reluctantly. He looked over at my dad and smiled sheepishly.

"Um, hey Chief Swan. Nice to see you. Thanks for letting Bella stay the weekend, I really appreciate it."

My dad nodded curtly, a tight smile on his lips. "You're welcome Edward. Now," he held up my overnight bag, "can you show me where Bella's room is so I can put this in there?"

I forced back a groan. My dad was never one for subtlety. There was really no need for him to put my overnight bag in the room. He just wanted to make sure – as I had already guessed – that I wouldn't be sharing a room with Edward.

"Sure." Edward replied, taking my hand as he led us up the driveway and into the front door. There was no sign of his mom, which was sort of relieving as well as worrying. "My mom's just in the den; she's with her therapist but they're almost done. She'll be out in a sec."

I nodded, swallowing inaudibly as the nerves crawled back into my stomach.

Edward glanced at me curiously, as if sensing my nerves.

"Hey," He whispered, "There's no need to be nervous babe." He squeezed my hand reassuringly, and I nodded again, feeling minutely calmer by his soothing words.

We went past the living room and up the staircase and I couldn't help glancing around the house in awe. It was beautiful, old fashioned decor but with a modern twist, and you could tell that it was a woman's house. It was very feminine, pastel colours, and lace curtains, and flowers at every window sill. We reached a door at the end of a hall, and Edward opened it and we walked inside, my dad trailing behind us with my bag. The room was also feminine, painted a pale pink, with a soft fluffy white carpet under our feet, a curtain decorated with pink roses hung at the large windows, and there was a large white dressing table with three light up mirrors, stood at the corner.

"This will be Bella's room." Edward stated.

My dad nodded in approval.

"It's en-suite as well." He continued, letting go of my hand to open a door that led to a small bathroom.

My dad nodded again and dropped my overnight bag on the bed.

We went back downstairs and into the living room, Edward holding my hand, and my footsteps faltered as I spotted a mass of golden waves on the couch. Edward squeezed my hand again and called out,

"Mom?"

She stood and turned to us quickly, her golden locks bouncing as she did, and she smiled as her eyes found me.

I held in a gasp.

Edward's mom was...beautiful. She was pale, with smooth creamy skin like her son's, and had large, startling emerald eyes. Her blond hair fell past her shoulders in waves. As she smiled at me, her eyes crinkled at the corners, the only sign of age on her face, and her lips were a pastel pink, much the same colour as the sweater she was wearing. She was pretty small, kind of skinny as well as short and she actually looked a little like Rosalie. Edward looked nothing like her; the only resemblance between them being her smile, which was also a little crooked as she beamed at me.

I smiled back timidly.

"You must be Bella." Her voice was silky, a female version of Edward's velvet tone. "It's so nice to meet you."

She walked over to me, and Edward let go of my hand as she pulled me into an embrace. She smelt sweet, and powdery, and flowery and feminine.

I finally found my voice. "It's nice to meet you too Ms. Cullen."

She pulled back and looked over me again, still smiling. "Edward she's beautiful." She gushed, and I felt my face heating up as I lowered my gaze to the floor. I heard Edward shuffling, and I knew he was probably running his hand through his hair.

"I know mom." He muttered.

I had completely forgotten my dad, who was probably standing there awkwardly, when Edward's mom suddenly left me.

"And you must be Bella's father. Nice to meet you Charlie." She shook his hand.

I looked over at my dad, to find him looking as equally stunned as I felt. His own face had a faint tinge of red and he smiled at Edward's mom bashfully.

"Nice to meet you too Ms. Cullen."

"Please, call me Liz." She turned to me again. "You too Bella."

We sat on the couch, Edward's mom pulling me to sit next to her, while Edward and my dad sat on the recliners. We sipped coffee while my dad and his mom made slightly strained conversation, and she occasionally turned to ask me a few questions.

Edward was mostly quiet, running his hand through his hair several times, and blushing when his mom told stories of him as a baby.

My dad left about half an hour later, and Liz pulled out a photo album, showing me pictures of Edward as a newborn, of Edward as a toddler, walking on chubby, unsteady legs, of Edward at five years old, smiling a gap toothed crooked smile at the camera, of Edward at thirteen, looking embarrassed and awkward in a dress shirt and tie. He was adorable. And all the while Edward remained on the recliner, his face a bright red, looking extremely embarrassed and awkward as his mom told me the stories behind the pictures.

She left a while later to go into the kitchen and start on lunch, and Edward moved over to the couch and sat next to me, sighing heavily.

"Fuck that was embarrassing." He mumbled.

I giggled. "No it wasn't, you were adorable as a kid." I said, ruffling his hair.

He pulled me into his lap sideways, and kissed my neck. "I missed you babe."

I put my arms around his neck and leaned into his chest, breathing in the scent of his cologne. "I missed you too."

We sat there silently for a while, just enjoying each other's company, when I spotted a few picture frames over on the mantelpiece under where the plasma TV was mounted. I got up from his lap and walked over to it. He followed, and stood behind me, his arms around my waist and his chin on my shoulder, as I studied the pictures.

They were all of a man. A man who was, literally, the spitting image of Edward. His eyes were also the striking hazel, his hair the unique bronze, his jaw sculpted and chiselled, just like Edward's. I stared at the pictures silently, in shock.

"My dad." Edward murmured.

I nodded slowly. "Yeah, I figured. You look exactly like him."

"I know."

"What happened to him?" I whispered.

"He died in a plane crash. Day I was born."

"That's awful."

He shrugged. "Shit happens."

"Do you...miss him sometimes? I know you didn't know him but –"

"Yeah, I do. Sometimes." He cut in.

He was tensed behind me, and I could see his brow creased in my periphery. I decided to leave it alone. It was obviously a touchy subject.

We went back over to the couch, and I sat on his lap again while we watched TV. Well, while I watched TV. Edward was barely watching, touching me, and stroking me, and kissing my neck every few minutes. I was watching the screen, but I sure as heck wasn't concentrating.

"My mom likes you." He muttered throatily, his lips pressing against my neck with silent, open mouthed kisses. My eyes were starting to get hooded at the sensation, and I forced myself to keep my breathing even.

"How do you know?" I breathed, gripping his hair as he continued trailing kisses down my neck.

His stubble brushed against my neck occasionally, causing a shiver to run through me. I loved it. It was so sexy, so...manly. I'd noticed that the fuzz under his chin had spread across his jaw line over the week, and the feel of it made me weak.

"It's obvious." He continued. "She told me so anyway."

I inhaled deeply through my nose. "When?"

"When you were looking at the photo albums. She mouthed it at me when you weren't paying attention."

"Oh." It came out as a sigh, as Edward's tongue came out and traced circles on my neck. "Edward," I whispered shakily, "your mom's just in the kitchen."

He held my face in his hands and looked into my eyes, his hazel ones heavy lidded as he pulled my face towards his.

"So?" He murmured against my lips, before slowly sucking them between his own. He pulled back a moment and looked at me again, looking so incredibly sexy that I nearly melted under his gaze.

His hands went to my waist and he spun me around to face him fully, throwing one of my legs over his lap so I was straddling him. I shuffled on his lap, adjusting myself over his obvious hard on, and he hissed quietly, closing his eyes briefly. He took my face in his hands again and resumed kissing me. Faster and with more fervour then, his tongue coming out and brushing my lips before entering my mouth. We continued, kissing faster and faster, panting against each other. I tried to hold back my moans, for fear that his mom would hear, but he didn't bother holding back his, his husky groans sending tingling vibrations down my throat. Then he began to shift his hips up to meet mine, slowly and periodically at first, but as the kiss progressed passionately, his thrusts became faster, and more regular. My eyes rolled back every time his manhood touched my hot, wet crotch, and I gripped his hair tightly.

The front door opened then, and Edward groaned as he pulled away from me, halting his hips.

I glanced up to see who it was, and was mortified to find a stunned looking Dr. Cullen looking back at me. I blushed profusely and immediately looked away, moving off of Edward's lap on shaky legs. Edward adjusted himself in his jeans when I did.

"Hey uncle C." He called, without looking back at Dr. Cullen.

Dr. Cullen cleared his throat quietly. "Hello Edward. Hi Bella."

I grimaced, my face still burning hot, and turned to look at him again, mumbling a quick, "Hello Dr. Cullen," and turning away, leaning forward to hide my face in my hair.

Edward snickered and brushed my hair away from my face, holding it back.

Dr. Cullen went into the kitchen then, to my relief.

Edward leaned over to kiss my cheek. "It's probably a good thing that he interrupted us." He mumbled in my ear, staring at me with bedroom eyes and a lazy grin. I blushed harder.

We sat on the couch a while and it was incredibly difficult to not jump back into his lap again and resume kissing his lips, which were fuller and redder due to my sucking them. I could see he was still erect, and he would momentarily shift in his seat a little, causing me squeeze my legs together in response.

"Lunch is ready guys."

His mom came into the living room then, and he hastily pulled his sweater over the noticeable bulge in his pants, his face reddening.

His mom took a look at both of us, my face probably tomato red, and his a rosy pink, his hair impossibly more tousled from my hands running through it, my own hair in tangles, hanging around my face, and she raised an eyebrow at us.

"I left your lunch on the table." She said, fighting a smirk.

"Thanks mom." Edward muttered, unable to meet her eyes.

She nodded, and then gave me a knowing look, before walking back out of the living room.

We stayed on the couch a few minutes longer, and Edward started reciting the alphabet to himself, for some strange reason.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, puzzled, but he just shook his head and continued.

We went into the kitchen and ate a delicious meal of mushroom ravioli and Caesar salad. Then, we went out in his car and he showed me around Seattle, pointing out places that meant something to him. He showed me the pizza place that he and his friends used to hang out in, his old high school, a park where he and his mom would go for walks when he was a kid, the cemetery were his dad was buried. Then, when we got back to the house, he gave me a tour, ending at his bedroom.

His room was large, bigger than his room in Forks, and extremely tidy. It was painted a pale blue, with a laminated, light brown, wooden floor. He didn't have curtains, only matching light brown, wooden blinds. His bed was huge, and looked very comfortable, with a wooden frame and headboard. He had a full length mirror standing in a corner by his closet; a wide desk with a computer sitting on it was in front of the window, and there was a large wooden bookcase at the far corner, completely filled with books, and I looked at him in surprise. I had never seen him read before.

"Do you read a lot?" I asked.

"Yeah. Well, I used to anyway, before I moved to Forks."

I nodded. There was a question that had been nagging me ever since I'd started dating Edward. A question that I'd wanted to ask him but was too afraid to. I decided that it was the time to finally ask him.

"Edward, what happened to your mom? You know, that made you have to move to Forks and stay with your aunt and uncle."

He grimaced, running a hand through his hair and sighed. He opened his mouth to speak and then changed his mind. I stayed silent as I watched him do this a few times before he blurted out, in one breath, "She overdosed on painkillers."

"Oh."

That didn't seem like reason for him to move though. Maybe it was because she had to be hospitalized? They had to find somewhere for him to stay seeing as he was still a minor, but if she was out of the hospital, why didn't he move back? It didn't make sense.

"She did it on purpose." He said quietly, probably realising from the look on my face that I didn't get it.

And then it sunk in, and my jaw dropped. "She...she tried to kill herself?" I whispered in disbelief, and he nodded, not meeting my eyes. "Oh Edward, I'm so sorry." I reached out for his neck and hugged him tightly, stroking his soft tendrils, while his arms encircled my waist.

He sighed. "I haven't really told you much about her and I'm sorry. It's just..." He sighed again. "I kind of, find it difficult to talk about you know?"

I nodded.

We moved over to his bed and lay on top of the covers, only removing our shoes. I lay my head on Edward's chest and he absently stroked my hair as he told me. He told me everything about his family. From how his father died on the day he was born, to his mother's post partum depression, to the first day he noticed her manic depression when he was six years old, and then to the most terrifying night of his life, when he had found his mom on the couch, the bottle of pills in her hand, and how he had thought that she was already dead. He cried when he told me. I didn't see his face but I could hear his shaky voice and his quiet sniffles, and his hands scrubbed at his face roughly a few times.

After we had talked, we went back downstairs, where his mom had made dinner, and as we ate I couldn't help glancing at her several times. It was strange that this beautiful woman, this seemingly happy woman full of smiles, was the same one that Edward had been talking about. The same woman that, only a week ago, had been drinking copious amounts of alcohol to help her through her depressive state. The same woman that had wanted to die, and hadn't cared about the possible effects of leaving her only son without a parent.

Was it fair that I was kind of mad at her? I mean, it wasn't really my business, but I wondered what kind of mother would do that. I understood that she was manic depressive, and I had no right to judge, especially considering that my own mother had chosen an abusive husband over me, but it was maybe because of that fact that I was mad. What the hell was wrong with our mothers? A mother's love was supposed to be unconditional; they were supposed to always put their children before themselves. I mean, wasn't that stuff instinctual? And here were two mothers, mine and Edward's who hadn't been good mothers at all. They had put their feelings before their own children, damning the consequences of their actions.

Oh yes, I was mad at her.

After dinner, we all sat in the living room and watched a movie. Dr. Cullen sat on the recliner and I sat in between Edward and his mother. I couldn't help feeling awkward towards her, now that I knew what she had done. I still liked her, but it sort of tainted the perception I'd had of her. Eventually the movie ended, and Dr. Cullen and Liz went to bed, leaving me and Edward on the couch alone.

"Are you tired?" He asked me a while later, his hands playing with strands of my hair, twirling it around his fingers.

"No." I responded. "Are you?"

"Not really. Come to my room for a bit then, hang out until you get tired."

I nodded. "Ok."

We made our way up to his bedroom.

Once inside, Edward removed his sweater, leaving only his white wife beater on, and as he reached up to pull the string that closed the blinds, I saw his tattoo on his shoulder blade peeking out of his shirt.

"What does your tattoo mean?" I asked him, lying on his bed as I watched him move around his room, tidying it up a little more, which was completely unnecessary, seeing as it was spotless already.

He looked at me in surprise. "How'd you know I had a tattoo?"

"I saw it, when you had your shirt off that time you stayed over at mine. And I just saw it again now."

He came and sat in front of me on the bed, pulling his shirt up his back to show it to me. I traced the tattoo again, traced the lion with its paw up, traced the three shamrocks along the bottom; traced the 'Cullen' written underneath it.

"It's the Cullen family crest." He explained, looking over his shoulder at me as I continued to stroke the tattoo.

He leaned away from me for a moment, and reached into his bedside drawer, pulling out a jewellery box. He opened it and handed it to me. Inside, there was a slim silver chain with a pendant attached to it. The pendant was the same design as his tattoo.

"My great grandpa was a doctor, like uncle C, only in his day there weren't many doctors around. Well, not many good doctors anyway. He was a great doctor, he saved a lot of lives, helped a lot of people. He became a sort of local hero. The crest is just something they used to have in the olden days, you know, and this is the Cullen family one. All members of the Cullen family have a necklace or a bracelet or a ring with this symbol on it, including uncle C, Jazz, Rose and aunt Esme. I don't wear necklaces, so I got mine made into a tattoo instead. Jazz did too; his tatt is on his arm."

I nodded.

He looked at me for a moment thoughtfully, his head tilted to the side.

"Come here." He said, and lifted me up so I was in a sitting position on the bed.

He took the box from my hand and removed the necklace, looking at it, and then looking at me before unclasping it. Slowly, he leaned forward to put the necklace around my neck. He pushed my hair forward over one shoulder, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he fastened it. When it was fastened he leaned back and looked at me, smiling crookedly.

"Perfect." He whispered.

I touched the necklace around my neck, my finger tracing over the lion as it had been doing to the one on his back, and I looked at him, feeling stunned. He had given me something that every member of the Cullen family had. I felt honoured. Did he want me to become part of the Cullen family one day?

"Thank you." I breathed.

He reached out to stroke my cheek gently, his multihued hazel eyes boring into mine with intensity I had never felt before. And, as I gazed back at him intently, I realised.

I realised that I was in love with Edward Cullen-Masen. That I would very much like to share his surname one day. That I would even love to have his children, and be a better mother to them than our own mothers had been to us.

And I realised that I was ready. I was ready to make love to him. I was ready to connect with him physically, like I had mentally and emotionally.

Slowly, I leaned forward towards him, uncrossing my legs and moving on my knees as my hands reached out for his face. I held his face and he held my waist as we kissed. It was a slow but passionate kiss, our lips moving together in perfect synchrony. He sucked at my lips, explored every crevice of my mouth with his tongue, occasionally rubbing my own tongue with it. Our saliva mingled, as did our moans, echoing into each other's mouths and down each other's throats. We were panting, our breathing ragged, our bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat as we continued kissing, slowly but forcefully, lips gradually pushing harder and harder against each other.

I broke off the kiss, partly to take a breath, and partly to start removing my clothes. My body was yearning the contact of his. His half closed eyes widened a little as I pulled my sweater over my head and tossed it on the floor, leaving only my bra.

We stared at each other a while, mouths parted, and still panting.

"I'm ready Edward." I breathed.

"Are you sure?" He whispered.

"I'm sure."

At that he removed the wife beater over his head and tossed it on the floor next to my sweater.

I took a moment to admire his naked torso, my eyes roaming over the firm muscles, the defined pectorals, the flawless, pale skin, the pearly pink of his nipples, the light scattering of hair underneath his navel, that trailed, in a neat line, down into the rim of his boxers.

He pushed me on my back on his bed and hovered over me, his arms on either side of my head as he leaned down and recommenced kissing me, now moving faster over my lips. We continued on, growing more fervent by the minute, the pulse between my legs in time with my pounding heart. I moaned, spreading my legs wide and wrapping it around his waist, pushing against his hardness in an attempt to soothe the throbbing. He thrust his hips into mine fiercely, grinding and circling, pushing against my pleasure spot for a brief agonising moment.

Then he pulled back and sat up, between my parted legs, his bare chest heaving as he gazed steadily at me. Gently, he removed my grip from around his waist. His fingers went to the button of my jeans and he undid them, pulling down the zipper afterwards. He lifted my hips off the bed and tugged my pants down, lifting my legs in the air as he pulled them off.

After he had removed them, it was his turn to roam my body, his eyes scanning me from my face, down to my neck, where they lingered at the necklace, then down to my breasts, and he groaned quietly. He continued on to my stomach, and then finally down to my soaked panties, where his lips parted and his breathing caught in his throat before gaining speed. He closed his eyes briefly and I saw his lips moving unintelligibly. He opened them again and fixed his gaze back on my face, then reached forward to pull the straps of my bra down my arms, pulling the cups down simultaneously. His lips moved again almost silently, but I caught his last three words, which were, "to me Bella."

He then buried his face in my chest, sucking at my tightened nipples softly, nibbling them with his teeth, flicking his tongue over them back and forth as his hips continued their thrusting in between my legs. I couldn't hold back my loud whimpers and moans, at the sensations, his mouth on my breasts causing a shiver through my body, his rigid erection pressing into my crotch, which was only covered by the thin material of my panties, making my legs weak as I struggled to keep them tight around him.

He pulled back again, this time impatient in his movements as he removed my bra and panties from my body. He undid his belt, fingers fumbling eagerly, and he pulled off his jeans and his boxers in one go.

He sat up above me after he had removed his clothes, and our eyes impulsively wandered over each other, drinking up each other's forms thirstily. My jaw dropped at the size of his manhood, and I purred in anticipation. It twitched, bouncing against his leg, and I reached out and grabbed the base, my fingers barely circling its width. He sucked in air sharply through his teeth at my touch, and gently pried my fingers from his body, shaking his head quickly.

He took both my hands in his, entwining our fingers as he brought my hands above my head and leaned forward again to place wet kisses from my lips down to my breasts and back up again.

He let go of one of my hands and brought his hand between our bodies, his fingers brushing against my extremely sensitive spot. I moaned loudly, and he placed his lips on my mouth to muffle the sound. His fingers moved, round and round, brushing against it, occasionally pressing it, and my hips followed his hand as it moved, not wanting to leave his magical touch.

"Feel good?" He whispered against my lips, and I groaned, nodding my head fiercely, unable to speak.

Suddenly, he plunged a finger into me and I gasped, my hands reaching for his neck, and I grasped the hair at his nape. He pushed the finger deep into me, curving it as he did, and then pulled it back out. He repeated the motion over and over, and my eyes were permanently rolled back at the intense pleasure I felt.

"Still good?" He asked, his voice coming out strained and gravelly.

"Yes." I whimpered.

Another finger was added, and I gasped again, my hips shifting under his hand as he pushed his fingers into me and removed them, repeating the movement over and over until I was gripping the pillow underneath my head and thrashing about.

"Aw baby." He groaned. "You're killing me. You don't know how sexy you are right now. You don't know what you're doing to me Isabella."

I moaned at his words, at him calling me Isabella, and I could feel the pressure building in my abdomen.

His fingers still continued their steady rhythm.

"It's going to hurt a little baby. And you probably won't cum since it will be your first time, so I want you to cum for me now. I want you to feel pleasure too. I want you to be wet enough for me, so I won't hurt you too much. Are you gonna do that for me babe? Are you gonna cum for me Isabella?"

"Oh my God, Edward." I choked out, as I felt the pressure climbing, higher and higher, his fingers pushing harder against my walls, hitting a spot inside me that only caused the pressure to rise.

"Cum for me Isabella." He whispered again.

And I did.

"Mmmm Edward..." I moaned as the pressure released from my body. A hot squirt of clear liquid shot out of me and landed on his stomach, and he looked down at it and grinned.

"So, you're a squirter huh? God Bella, you don't know how incredibly hot that was."

He kissed me softly, and then removed his fingers from my body.

"You sure you're ready?"

I nodded again.

He reached over to his drawer and pulled out a condom. Quickly he ripped open the foil packet and leaned back to slide it over his head and down his shaft. Then he settled back on top of me, and I could feel it at the edge of my centre, twitching again.

"Tell me if you want me to stop at any point. Ok?" He said, before leaning down to kiss me again.

He then put a hand between our bodies again, and positioned himself so his head was between my labia's.

"Ready?" He asked, and I took a deep breath before nodding.

Slowly, exceptionally slowly, he pushed his way inside me. I was slippery and moist, so I felt him slipping in quite easily. Until, that is, he reached a small resistance. He stopped there and looked at my face, gauging my reaction. I bit my lip, and nodded for him to continue.

He pushed, and I felt pain.

I cringed, and he froze, looking at me again.

"Are you ok?" He whispered raggedly, perspiration beading his forehead. I could tell he was using every ounce of his strength to restrain himself from thrusting. The strain was evident on his face.

"Yeah, just...just gimme a minute."

He held still, trembling above me for a few moments, until I nodded for him to continue.

He pulled back minutely, and then pushed again at the resistance that was my virginity. It hurt again, but was less painful than the first time. He continued sliding in slowly, and I could feel him, pulsing and twitching, until he was fully inside me, and I could feel his manhood pressing against my abdomen.

He held still again, closing his eyes tightly. "Damn." He whispered.

Then slowly, he pulled back out, his length sliding effortlessly. Then again he pushed, a little faster, until he was fully inside me once more. He repeated the motion, gaining speed with each thrust into me, and we moaned together, panting, and I writhed underneath him, my hips meeting his thrusts, my arms around his neck, gripping his hair tightly at the glorious sensation. Faster and faster he moved, the mattress squeaking underneath us, my breasts bouncing against his chest.

He moved his head into my neck and groaned, his teeth biting down gently. "Bella I can't...I can't...I'm sorry, you're just...so...so...tight." He panted.

He stilled his movements, pressing his face into my neck, as his hips jerked sharply against me a few more times, and then he slumped on top of me, his full body weight squashing my breasts.

We continued panting as we lay, still connected at the hips, and he kissed my neck languidly.

It felt perfect. It felt right.

Eventually Edward pulled out of me, taking the condom off and going into his bathroom to flush it down the toilet. He came back over to the bed, still naked, and lay behind me under the covers, his arm around my waist, fingers playfully circling my navel, as he kissed the back of my neck.

We remained in silence, until my breathing began to even out, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy as sleep slowly crept up on me.

"I love you." I heard him whisper against my neck, as I was slowly sucked into unconsciousness.

Who could have known that that first perfect night would also be the last?

Author's Note:

Finally huh? But anyone wondering about that last cryptic sentence? Worried? What did you think of their first? I tried not to use the words, 'clit' 'dick or cock' and 'entrance'. I think I succeeded. If I didn't point it out to me! So anyway please review this one. It was hard! Who knew writing a lemon could be so tiring and take so long?

Savannah-Vee