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Bella's POV
I can't sleep.
I'm hyper.
All my nerves are on fire.
I think we just awoke a monster deep inside me.
Here I thought Edward would be the one begging me to stay awake and have Round Two, but no. I'm keeping my fingers balled up, resisting touching him and begging for more.
It's been the best sexual experience. Hands down.
The best one involving just slow, passionate lovemaking.
Because I'm sure he'll ruin me for others once he lets loose.
My pussy agrees with that thought, drooling against my leg.
We have to be patient. Now that we have Edward, we're going to be satisfied.
I'm not going to take even a second for granted from the time I'll have with him. It's clear he'll get tired of me or that in a few years I won't be as desirable as now.
So yes, I'll live in the moment and enjoy a second youth of sorts.
Eventually, I fall asleep, feeling safer and more content than I felt in months.
When I wake up – probably not even an hour later – it's to the most delicious feeling in the world. Edward's between my legs, his skilled fingers playing with my clit.
"Hey," I whisper, looking down at him.
"Oh, you're awake!" He grins, crawling up to kiss me. "Sorry, but I couldn't keep my hands to myself."
"Weren't you sleeping?" I ask amused.
"Well…I had a nice dream."
"Oh? Tell me, maybe we can reenact it?"
His eyes light up, sparkling in the dark room. "Isn't it too soon?"
"No." I shake my head. "Tell me."
"You wouldn't want…" he averts. "It's surely something you don't enjoy."
"How do you know that? Ask me," I insist.
There's probably nothing I'd deny him.
"Youbackwallfuckinghard," he blurts out.
"Could you repeat? I didn't quite catch it," I say laughing.
All I caught out of his jumbled words is fuck hard.
Hell yes.
Edward gulps audibly. "You were facing the wall and I was fuckingyouhard from behind."
Aw, he's so adorable when he gets shy.
Who am I to deny him?
The boy wants to fuck me against the wall. I want it too.
So I sit up, swing my legs over the edge of the bed then pad to the wall near the door and glance over my shoulder.
I can see his silhouette and his crazy hair sticking in every direction.
"Where are you going? I'm sorry. Forget I said anything," he whines.
I plant my palms on the wall and stick my ass out, shaking it.
"Where's that hard fucking? Or are you all talk no action?" I tease.
I've no idea when I got all this courage but I love it.
A yelp and a thud make me turn to see Edward on the floor.
"I'm fine!" he exclaims, getting up and in two long steps he's next to me. "You can't say stuff like that then expect me to be good!"
"I want you bad," I murmur, fisting my hand in the hair at the back of his head and smashing my lips to his. "I want it hard."
He hugs me from behind. He's already hard and ready.
"Wait!" I stop him, pushing his hand away. "Protection."
"Shit."
He's gone and back in a blink of eye.
"Someone's eager," I giggle.
"Look who's talking," he mumbles. "Someone's horny."
"True," I agree, pushing my ass up again. "Hard, you hear me?"
"Don't blame me if you can't walk tomorrow," he whispers before slamming inside me.
My eyes cross as he starts a punishing rhythm. I'm so wet and the sounds our bodies make as they connect over and over drive me to the brink.
Edward's fingers are gripping my hips probably leaving bruises, as he slams into me from behind so hard it's quite a challenge to keep my balance.
When he shuffles closer, he starts hitting my spot and my toes curls against the hardwood, my nails scratch at the wall as I yell out as I come so hard I can't keep up. I topple forward, leaning my chest against the cool wall.
"I'm not done," Edward rasps from behind me, raising one of my legs, going even deeper inside me.
My heart is beating so quickly and I can't catch my breath. I'm sure I'm going to pass out.
The hand that's not keeping my leg up comes to my breast and squeezes it, thumbing the nipple, tweaking it.
"EDWARD!" I shout as I come again, my whole body shaking.
"Yes, that's it. So fucking tight," he sighs against my neck. Then he wraps both arms around my waist almost raising me off the floor as he dives into me at a maddening pace, chasing his orgasm and bringing me to another one.
My whole body feels like jelly and I'm not sure if I'm actually standing on the floor or floating or being carried to the bed. All I know is that I black out the second my head hits the pillow.
When I wake up I'm dazed and it takes me a while to shake the sleep away and remember last night's events.
I turn around to see Edward sprawled on his back, only a corner of the blanket on him covering my new best friend – his glorious dick; the biggest I ever had.
If he is this big at seventeen and he keeps developing, my cooch is gonna split in two. Not that I'd mind – the most pleasurable death for her.
I guess I hogged the blanket. I cover him then go to the guest bedroom to grab a shower and get dressed for the day.
As I wash, all I can think of is how sweet Edward can be. And crap…when he took me against the wall.
Did it really happen?
Sighing contently, I head downstairs wearing a blouse, sports pants and woolen socks.
It's bright but at the same time dark downstairs.
A glance at the window makes me freeze and almost fall down the stairs.
Is that…snow?
Covering the whole windows?
Holy shit!
I check all the downstairs windows and realize we're…buried under snow.
Okay, don't freak out, I tell myself.
Only once before we caught an avalanche here, but we weren't buried under. Carlisle called for help in town.
With that thought in mind, I rush to the kitchen to search for the emergency numbers. Once I find the paper, I pick my phone but I don't have signal.
Okay.
High time for freaking out.
"EDWARD!" I shout, my voice shaking. "Edward, get up!" I yell, rushing up the stairs. "Edward!" I hiss, stopping next the bed and shaking him.
"What?" he mumbles sleepily. "Oh, hey." He grins lazily and snatches me by the hand on the bed.
"No, no, no," I snap playfully. "No hanky panky. We have a HUGE problem!"
"Yeah I know," he whispers laughing.
"You know?" I frown.
"Down under the blanket."
"NO!" I try to sound stern but it's funny how adorable he can be in the morning. "Edward, look at me. We're buried under snow with no signal."
"Great. Now come here."
"Are you crazy? We need to make our way out! We could die here!"
"Wait. You're serious?" he asks, his eyes widening.
"No, I'm fucking with you," I mutter getting out of the bed and walking to the window. From up here I can see how mostly everything around is covered in snow.
"Whoa!" Edward shouts from behind me, looking out the window.
Only the evergreens' tops are visible. Luckily, the house is built uphill – the snow almost reaches this floor.
"We're fucked," he states.
"No shit?"
Then he starts laughing so hard, he has to bend over to hold himself.
I fear for his sanity.
"I made you scream so loudly you launched an avalanche!"
"Edward Cullen!" I gasp, slapping his arm.
We decide to try opening the front door after some time. The snow's pressure doesn't allow us to do it so Edward makes it his mission to find signal somewhere in the house.
I eventually calm down and relax upstairs in the nook. I found a book we forgot the last time we've been here and I'm snuggled on the comfy loveseat with an Austen novel.
"Hello? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME?"
I jump startled and close the book, rushing toward Edward's voice.
He's standing on the banister, phone to ear.
"Don't fall," I whisper, approaching him to grab his legs.
"YES!" he shouts again. "FIVE MILES TO EAST!" He throws me a wink. "STUCK, YEP. OKAY. THANKS!" He hangs up. "Move aside so I can jump."
I step aside but ready to grab him if he falls on the other side.
He lands smoothly in the hallway near me, draping an arm around my shoulder. "Done. Talked with the ranger and he knows of the avalanche, but they'll send someone later today or tomorrow. He told me there are some tourists somewhere buried. They need more help than us."
"Good." I kiss him quickly. "My hero."
He blushes lightly and averts his eyes. "Lunch? I'm hungry."
"Lunch," I agree and lead him downstairs. "Oh, and I think we should have a serious talk about us and what are we going to do about our relationship once we get back home."
"Okay. While we eat, okay? I have plans for later." He winks.
"I'd rather not talk about this while we eat. Can't you keep that monster in your pants for a few hours? We need to talk like two grown-ups, using this head." I press my knuckles to his temple.
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