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Edward's POV

In the kitchen I mostly stay in Bella's way – she ends up sending me to arrange the table and put on some carols.

As I work on setting the table, my mind is somewhere in the near future. We're finally going to sleep together.

I can't wipe the smile off my face as I repeat her words in my head – over and over.

Bella loves me.

I insert a CD with a mix of carols in the player then grab a few candles to take upstairs. I don't light them just yet, but plan on doing it when we finally get here.

I'm not even hungry – not for food anyway.

There's a hunger deep inside me – a hunger for Bella. I never wanted anyone as much as I want her.

Downstairs, smells nice. Food, pine, fire and Bella…very Christmassy.

"It's ready," she tells me, setting the pot in the middle of the table. "Sit down."

I obey, offering her my plate.

At the beginning is a lot tense with stolen glances; I guess we're both too aroused and ready for later to eat, but then Bella cuts her piece of turkey, scratching the knife over the plate making both of us cringe and burst in laughter.

Without thinking, I cover my ears and wail loudly. "My ears! They're bleeding, woman!" I cry out in the best Dad's voice I ever got.

That used to be his saying every time it happened.

Bella tried to stop laughing but it seems impossible. "I didn't mean it," she whispers between chuckles.

"We needed something to break this tension," I tease her.

She offers me a small smile. "Yeah. I guess we're not that hungry anyway." She pushes her plate away, leaning back in her chair. "I like this song."

I pay attention to the lyrics and grin. "Well, we are having a white Christmas," I tell her seriously. "With all the snow here…"

"It's the first time there's been so much snow here. And I've come here with Carl almost every year."

I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep
She thought that I was tucked up
In my bedroom, fast asleep

Then I saw Mommy tickle Santa (tickle, tickle, Santa Claus) Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night

I start laughing as a new carol starts. It brings amusing memories from a very long time ago.

"What's so funny?" Bella asks confused.

"This song…" I chuckle. "Oh my God!"

"What about it?"

"It reminds me of my seven year old self. Fuck, I was too young to know Santa wasn't real," I mumble. "But it was after midnight and I wanted to make sure the cookies and milk were still near the tree, or see if Santa has already come. When I sneaked downstairs I saw Esme in the middle of the living room, under the mistletoe, kissing someone – Santa." I widen my eyes for effect.

"Oh no! What did you DO?" Bella whispers, looking surprised.

"I ran up the stairs, ready to wake Dad and tell him what I saw. Of course, he wasn't there." I sigh. "Let's just say that I was too smart for my own good so after I trudged back to my room, I went over what had happened a few times until it clicked. I thought I had misbehaved and Santa ignored me, but the thought still made me cry."

"Oh, did you go to them?"

"In the morning, I went to their room and found them both sleeping so…I crawled between them, waking them up in the process. When I voiced my worries, Dad explained what was going on. I didn't believe him, but everything pointed to that. I didn't speak to either of them for hours that day. I even refused to look at the presents."

"Aw, honey." Bella comes to my side to hug me. "It must have been horrible to hear that Santa didn't exist when you were only seven."

"Yeah, and because I was still upset, once school started, I told everyone that Santa wasn't real and the parents were sneaky bastards…well not in those words. The school called them when my classmates went to home to confront their parents."

"Quite the troublemaker," she teases me.

"The best part?" I ask amused. "Emmett started crying when he heard Santa wasn't real."

"I hope you didn't laugh at him because you just confessed to having cried yourself."

"Sure I did! Mrs. McCarty came to us and I heard them fighting from my room."

Bella shakes her head. "Damn, kids…"

I shrug and wrap my arms around her, tugging her until she sits on my lap. "When did you figure out he wasn't real?"

Bella wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her lips to my cheek. "You mean Santa's not real?" she murmurs.

Okay so she's avoiding this topic.

"I believe in the magic of Christmas," she confesses.

"Me too." I turn my head to kiss her. "I love you."

She strokes my head, smiling against my lips. "Mhmm. Ready for present number two?"

"Maybe later. I really want you." I'm whining.

"You'd love it. I promise." She slides off my lap and winks over her shoulder as she takes the stairs. "Don't follow!"

I wait impatiently for whatever presents she has. At this rate the break will end before we have sex.

"Edward?"

My head snaps up.

Whoa!

Bella's at the top of the stairs, leaning her elbows on the banister… nothing unusual, right?

Wrong.

She's wearing a Mrs. Santa costume and her boobs are almost spilling out, her long legs are exposed. There's even a Santa hat on top of her head.

And fuck me!

She beckons me with a finger.

I'm on my feet and running up the stairs like a moth to the flame.

"Mr. Claus is reaaallly busy," she whispers sultry, hooking her index fingers in the loops of my jeans. "But I offered to bring you the present."

"If you're the present then we better find a bed. Pronto," I tell her. I can hear the lust dripping from my own voice.

She tugs me after her to the bedroom – the master bedroom.

I can't remember why I didn't want to go in here in the first place.

All I can think of is Bella and how fucking gorgeous she is.

She found the candles in the other bedroom and lit them here. The curtains are shut creating a red glow in the room. Oh, and that tiny box on the bed…

Yeah.

We're gonna have sex alright.

Bella hugs me around the waist, looking up at me with huge dilated brown eyes. "For some reason I feel like the first time – butterflies and all the tremors. I'm nervous," she whispers.

"It's just me, Bella," I assure her. "If you don't want to or have any doubts, please tell me now."

"No doubts."

I grab her hips, crashing her to me, kissing her fervently.

More.

I need so much more.

"This outfit is nice," I comment. "But we need to get you out of it." I slip a finger around the collar and roll it down her shoulder, exposing creamy skin which I immediately kiss.

I've never been all mushy and kissy with the girls, but Bella's different. I need to take my time and cherish her.

I push the fabric off her other shoulder too and the red coat pools around her waist still held in place by the black belt.

I'll take it off later. Now I have to say hello to my best friends – Bella's delicious tits.

I cup them in my hands and kiss them all over, licking, nipping, sucking.

"Edward!" she moans, gripping my hair and raising my head only to attack my lips.

As we kiss, I work on her belt until I have her coat off.

She's naked under it.

I think she just killed me.

I'm so hard I can't think straight. While Bella takes my shirt off, I take a gulp of air, knowing I have to calm down or I'd ruin the moment.

I felt her last night and she was so hot and tight…

I won't stand a chance.

Bella transfers the Santa hat onto my head, pinching my cheek before dropping to her knees.

Holy fuck!

Yes, please.

She's gonna suck me.

I shiver when I feel her slim fingers working my pants undone then pushing them down along with my boxers. While she helps me out of them, I grab my dick and stroke it.

It's never been this hard. It feels like it's going to burst.

"Has anyone ever given you head?" Bella asks softly, pushing my hand away and cupping the base of my dick.

"No," I answer.

It's the truth.

The only chick that went down on me was up immediately saying she couldn't do that.

"Aw, poor baby. You've been missing out. Let me make you feel really good." Bella's red lips press small kisses on my cock making it twitch.

"Not too good," I say in raspy voice.

"Oh yes. Trust me, sweetie. It will be better after." She winks and before I can protest, her lips wrap around the mushroom head, her teeth slightly grazing me.

Dead.

"Be…lllaaaa!" I moan, wrapping my fingers in her brown locks.

She's going down, down, down until her nose touches my pubic bone.

Now, I'm dead.

Her throat is heaven.

And when she swallows?

I'm gone.

Flying high.

Then Bella starts bobbing her head, not losing a drop of what I'm giving her – and fuck, I'm giving her a lot.

When I'm half hard and my knees get weak, I help her up and walk to the bed. I fall on the soft mattress with Bella on top of me.

"That was…wow…I never thought…"

"You're welcome." She kisses a spot above my heart. "So I didn't spend five hundred dollars on the costume for nothing?"

"Definitely not. I might request you to wear it all the time we're here," I tease her, palming her round ass. "You're amazing."

"You're pretty amazing yourself."

"Oh, you little tease!" I roll around, trapping her under me. "Ready?"

"Yes." She puts the condom box in my hand. "Do your worst."

I laugh as I open the box with trembling hands.

I'm finally going to fuck Bella.

No. That's not right.

This isn't a mere fuck.

We're going to make love.

I catch her eye as I roll the condom over my dick. Her eyes are full of love and eagerness and lust and happiness. I bet all these emotions and more are reflected from my own eyes.

I raise her left leg with my hand as I shuffle closer. My covered dick nestles between her folds and I can't help but grind against her.

Calm down, dude! I shout at myself.

Even if I just came not ten minutes ago, I'm gonna embarrass myself.

"It's okay, Edward. Take your time," Bella says softly, stroking my cheek. "We'll take it slowly. It's been a long time for me, okay?"

I nod, realizing just now that her last partner was my own father.

I quickly shoo that thought away because it doesn't help that part of me that still feels guilty about this.

Shuffling even closer, I guide my dick inside her tight tunnel, my eyes on her face. I'm halfway there when she grimaces making me stop.

I never thought about this.

"Easy. You're so big," she murmurs, breathing loudly.

I inch further slowly until I'm seated deep inside her. My heart's pounding loudly in my ears.

"Let me on top?" Bella asks, gripping my shoulders.

We roll around without disconnecting our bodies.

I could live in her for the rest of my life. We fit perfectly.

"Okay." She sighs giving me a big smile. Then she rises slowly before sitting back on me.

I want to grab her waist and hold her in place then pound into her tight pussy, but I refrain.

Bella knows just how to move, how to turn, where to touch me.

It truly feels like that special connection that Dad told me when he gave me the sex talk. I never had this connection with anyone before – I've chased my orgasm then finished the girl, or if she was lucky, she came with me. Nothing special.

Now I could feel all of it – butterflies, fireworks, muscles pulling, stretching, heart swelling, mind swirling with thoughts of how much I loved this woman.

My hands go to her breasts and squeeze, tug at her perky nipples. Her back arches, her hands anchoring on my arms as she starts slamming against me.

Fuck, yes.

I moan her name, trying to move with her but it's kinda difficult.

One of my hands goes around her waist and the other behind her neck, bringing her closer. I need to kiss her so badly.

She gasps against my lips as I raise my hips and nail a spot deep inside her. Realizing I might have found that spot – I do it again. And again. And again. Until she's writhing on top of me, her hands in her own hair, moaning, shouting, trashing.

Never seen anything as beautiful as Bella coming apart.

Her walls clamp on my dick with a vice grip and I explode, spinning out of control – it's almost an out of body experience.

"Fuck, I think you killed me," Bella breaths against my neck.

I can't talk yet.

I'm still gasping for air.

After some time, I have enough energy to get cleaned up and dispose of the condom before falling face first in the bed next to her. She wraps us in the blanket and snuggles close. I hug her tightly, kissing her mouth.

"Love you. Merry Christmas, Bella," I mumble.

"Merry Christmas, honey." She kisses under my jaw. "I love you."

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Second part tomorrow...then we'll go slower with the updates.

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