A/N
Happy Jubilee Weekend! (To the Brits at least). Early posting in light of recent fic pullings (more on that below). Heartfelt thanks as always to Trip, Heather and Lady V for fixing up my messy writing. Thank you to everyone who reviewed last time and hello to all the new readers who have been kind enough to give this story a go, I really appreciate it.
Thank you also to everyone who voted for Britward at The Wordsmith Awards - we didn't win but we did come in 3rd which makes my heart sing for sure :-)
Poor blue-balled Britward, eh? As he can't get his end away right now, let's see what we can do about finding him some relief...
BPOV
These days I often dream that I'm having sex with Edward. In my dreams there is no fear, no anxiety, no tension. There's no physical barrier and certainly not a mental one. Everything is easy, natural and how it should be. How it will be. The way he makes me feel in my imagination, in my subconscious drives me to the edge of excited anticipation. Full but not uncomfortable, there's friction but not pain; everything is slick and silky and sliding. It's how I imagine it will be, it's how I hope it will be. I find myself thinking about sex in a way I never did before, imagining it as something wholly and truly good.
When I wake up from these dreams I'm usually tearful and a little depressed, jealous of my subconscious alter ego and how freely she submits to the act.
This morning I don't have a chance to feel any of those emotions because I wake up to Edward himself - real, live, flesh and blood; touching me, kissing me, moving against me.
He holds me close, my back to his chest. It's hot in this room and I feel damp sweat between us but I don't care. I want to wake up tightly pressed to this man every day.
His mouth continues to kiss and suck and nip at my neck, his fingers graze the skin of my inner thigh closer and closer to my pussy each time, teasing me. He pushes his erection firmly against my ass. I press back against him, groaning when his fingers brush my clit for just a second.
"Fuck," I whisper, whimpering a little.
"Good Morning, baby," he replies and I can hear the smile in his voice. "I've been waiting for you to wake up."
He strokes his hand over the outside of my thigh, causing goose bumps to break out instantly across my skin, despite the hot bedroom.
"You woke me from an amazing dream," I tease, my voice is thick with sleep.
"You were dreaming of me though," he says confidently. Thrust, stroke, kiss. "I was trying to be patient but you said my name in your sleep in a way that made me so fucking hard."
I shiver. He holds me tighter.
He takes my earlobe between his teeth. He really is incredibly hard.
"What were you dreaming about?" Warm breath.
Edward likes me to be blunt. "Fucking you."
He groans, hooking his leg through mine and roughly pulling it back, pulling me open. I don't flinch or pull back or tense the way I would with Jake. I want Edward between my legs, in whichever way possible. I'm not afraid of him pushing me too far, of him hurting me.
I trust him.
"What was it like?" his voice low and breathless.
His fingers finally slip between my legs, finding me so wet for him already.
"Amazing," I groan and so does he, pressing his cock against me rhythmically.
"It will be amazing," he murmurs.
Will be. Will be. Will be.
"Everything changes today, baby."
I smile, I know what he's referring to, even through my lust-filled haze. After four sessions on my own with Maggie, today is the beginning of sex therapy.
"This is our last time to be...us," he whispers. "Before the rules."
My chuckle turns into a gasp when he pressed his index finger firmly on my clit.
"They aren't rules, Edward," I choke out. "They're exercises." His finger circles me again and again.
He suddenly shifts and pulls me flat on my back, hovering over me. His hair is wild, his eyes blazing green, his mouth slightly open but smiling at the edges. He brings his lips down to consume mine, pressing our bodies together at the same time.
"I want one last time just us," he says against my lips. "One more time where we do this our way."
I want that, too. I grab his hair and push my tongue deep into his mouth.
While we kiss I feel his weight sink down on me, heavy and perfect. His hard dick presses onto my wet folds and I push up, making him groan my name. He moves his lips to my neck, he knows it's my weak spot; kissing, brushing, sucking, while his hand fists my hair.
"Fuck...Edward..."
He instantly comes back to take my mouth hard, one hand tightening in my hair and the other closing over my breast firmly. Hearing me say his name makes him wild so I do it often.
He begins descending my body, not missing a single part of me with his hands and mouth. He grazes my nipple with his teeth until I whimper and he lifts his head just for a second to give me a boyish grin. He takes the hint of my lifting hips and slides a finger inside me. That much feels easy now, comfortable and so, so good. He moves his finger back and forth from my opening to my clit in a tortuous, teasing dance. Every time that he senses I'm close he pulls back, keeping me on the edge.
I let out a frustrated growl and he chuckles into my stomach before moving back up to kiss me softly. His eyes dance with mischief and desire.
"What's the rush, Sweetheart? I like you crazed and needy."
I reach between us to grasp his cock and his mouth falls open with a gasp.
"Two can play at that game, my gorgeous Brit."
I push up against him with my weight, letting him know I want him on his back and he happily rolls over, grasping my hips to pull me on top of him.
I hold still and just look at him for a second, while he stares right back silently. He is so incredibly fucking beautiful, I'm really not sure how I got so lucky. Thick, wild hair the colour of English pennies, piercing green eyes that look darker in the soft morning light and a mouth that demands to be kissed. A clever mouth that brings me more pleasure than I've ever come close to experiencing before. His lips are so expressive, right now swollen from our kisses and slightly parted by his heavy breath, and then - I brush my fingertips over the helmet of his cock, grasping it lightly and playfully between two fingers - his expressive mouth opens wider, his head tipped back, and I move my hand to grasp his whole shaft and move his foreskin back and forth. I quicken my pace suddenly and intentionally and he groans embedding his top teeth into his bottom lip.
Even if the rest of Edward weren't so perfect, I'm certain I could fall in love with his mouth alone.
I pull my hand away from his shaft, softly stroking his balls and then trailing my fingers gently over his hip, his thigh, the swell of his ass cheek.
"Christ, Bella," his eyes flash open to mine. "Enough teasing, I need you to make me come."
Did I mention I love the words he makes with that mouth too?
He sits up bringing me onto his lap straddling him and rocks his pelvis into mine. His erection rubs against my folds and my clit, over and over.
"I could come like this." He speaks into my neck where he has me in a tight embrace; my whole body wrapped around his. "Just from the feel of your wet heat against my cock, the friction between us."
I moan. "So could I."
He pulls his head back to kiss me. "But I want to taste you and I want you to taste me."
His wicked mouth creates a wicked grin.
"Together."
I smile back. This is not the first time, it's not even the first time with Edward, but this morning, his excitement is infectious.
He lies back and I take the opportunity to explore his body. He is built so perfectly - strong and muscular but not too big. Toned arms and a broad chest that descends into narrow hips, and then that perfect cock, hard and straight and proud framed by thighs I want to bite. I had never seen an uncut penis before Edward, I had only seen one penis period. It had never held much appeal to me but Edward's is perfect, complete and just how God intended.
I don't bother to fight the urge to touch him, sliding my hand back and forth, dipping down to scoop his pre-cum with a flick of my tongue. He is so damn responsive; heavy breath and groans and gasps of my name. I love how much I turn him on, his reactions causing more and more fluid between my legs.
"Bella," he says more loudly, more urgently. I push back my hair and smirk at him.
He smiles breathlessly back, making a "turn around" gesture with his hand.
"Get up here right now so I can taste that pussy."
That wipes the smirk off my face. Why does every word out of his sexy British mouth turn me to liquid?
I flip over, straddling his shoulders and giggling when he hooks his arms through my legs and drags me higher. Then his mouth touches me and it's not so funny anymore. He holds me tightly to his face, his hands gripping my ass hard.
Gentle kisses on my clit, barely any pressure but enough to have me shivering. Then harder, followed by the briefest flick of his tongue making me gasp. Then his tongue is inside, thrusting and stroking and I'm amazed yet again how he can get me so close so quickly.
I dip my head to his cock, taking him back into my mouth deep and hard. His muffled groan flutters across my skin and causes a moan of my own to vibrate around him. I circle the head of his cock with my tongue, tasting more of his salty fluid. I focus a little on the head, popping him back and forth quickly through tight lips before sinking down on him suddenly, taking him as far back as I dare.
He pulls his mouth away to curse and gasp before fixing his lips around my clit, flicking his tongue hard and fast. I feel my legs close a little around his head but the sound he makes just tells me that he likes it.
Delicious waves of sensation travel and build through my body, beginning to concentrate between my legs. It's hard to concentrate on his cock in my mouth when he is sucking and flicking and - FUCK - biting a little, but I try to refocus, wanting to bring him to the same point I've already reached. Harder and faster I suck and bob and taste. Deeper, a little deeper still. His moans are almost constant now and just bring more sounds of my own.
Close...so close...lick, suck, harder, faster, more...
I feel him shift and his finger is inside me, his tongue above it and I lose my concentration, letting him slide out of my mouth.
"Yes!" There's no pain, I just want him inside, more of him.
He makes a desperate, needy sound and then moves his mouth an inch to gasp: "So close, baby...don't fucking stop. Please."
I close my mouth back around him, moving quicker and quicker while he does the same and I know it's right there. I'm just about to tip over the edge, my muffled groans are louder and louder and he answers with sounds of his own. His tongue and his finger push me closer and closer and for the first time I want more - I want fuller. I want to tell him but I'm not going to let go of his cock again.
Then he does it anyway; at once there is more pressure. It feels tighter and fuller and it hurts a little but is also fantastic. My clit twitches and pulses and I'm coming and coming and coming while he growls and his liquid fills my mouth. I swallow and tremble and shake.
I forget needing to breathe and instead greedily take down every salty stream he has to give me, while he secures his mouth tight against my jolting flesh.
I eventually pull back gasping while he whispers a breathless curse.
"Are you okay?" he asks, as I climb off of his face on shaking legs. I am a little sore between my legs, stretched further than I've been used to, but instead of feeling painful as it almost always did when I pushed things with Jake, it just aches in a way that's almost pleasant.
I collapse down next to him.
"So much more than okay."
His hand finds the back of my head and he kisses me roughly.
"Mmmm...I love tasting both our cum together," he murmurs.
"Me too," I smile. "Your mouth is clever."
He laughs throatily and pulls me close. I snuggle into his sweaty chest, inhale his Edward scent.
"Two fingers?" I ask, and for some insane reason I'm blushing. How can this man still make me blush after that?
"Yes," he replies, almost proudly.
I turn my head to look at him quizzically. "I wanted that. You read my mind."
"I read your body, Bella." He looks suddenly serious. "That's what I've been trying to do all along, what I'll continue to do."
He brings our heads closer, grazing the back of his knuckles down my cheek. I shiver.
"Listen to me, whatever happens today, whatever her plan is and whatever exercises she gives us to do you have my word that I'll do it, I'll try it all. She's a professional, you trust her so I trust her too. And I need to trust you to be honest with me completely, okay?"
I nod.
"I mean it, baby. I'm fucking terrified of hurting you. I...I want you so much, sometimes I'm afraid I'm going to lose control. I can never lose control with you because if I hurt you it will just make this worse. I never want to see the look I saw on your face in my bed in Southend, I felt sick knowing I was doing that to you. No matter how frustrated I appear you have to remember that. We're doing this slowly and properly. So if anything hurts, you have to tell me. Promise?"
I swallow, my eyes stinging. I take a deep breath. "I promise."
"You're not going to hurt me, Edward."
It's a plea and a promise and he returns with one of his own, accompanied by a shy little smile.
"I know, Sweetheart, because you're not going to let me."
When we enter the therapy centre I'm struck by how different I feel today compared to when I first came here a month ago. Everything about the place that made me anxious back then now just feels familiar. Maggie makes me feel comfortable and safe in away that Irina never quite managed.
We have spent the last four sessions discussing my history, my past, including Jake. She has suggested that my vaginismus is just a by-product of a different problem. She mentioned the term Post Traumatic Stress but I'm not sure about that yet, she makes it sound as if I've been to war or something not just been married to a controlling alcoholic. Anyway, we have come to an agreement that I'll be upping my therapy to two sessions a week. The first will continue to be just me and Maggie where we'll discuss in more depth ways for me to deal with my anxiety, how to learn to control my feelings so I'm able to react in a more measured and logical way to stressful situations or thoughts. Maggie referred to it as Cognitive Behavioural Therapy, I remember the term from Psych textbooks in high school but it now has an entirely different meaning to me. I'm still a little cynical but she has been so right on everything else that I can't help but trust her.
The second hour a week will be a joint Psycho-Sexual Counselling session. She will focus on my problems with intercourse and provide us with a series of treatment ideas that should help alleviate the problem, especially combined with the CBT session.
Waiting for our turn, Edward is now the one who looks a little nervous.
"She doesn't bite," I whisper to my amazing, sweet man.
"I know," he says. "I'm fine, just mentally preparing myself to leave all embarrassment and pride at the door."
I shrug. "It's not really like that." But I find I can't find the correct words to explain how at ease Maggie makes me feel. "You'll see."
Maggie calls our names and we are ushered inside, Edward's hand holding mine tightly.
"Hi Maggie," I greet the smiling redhead.
"Good to see you, Bella," she smiles warmly before turning her gaze to Edward. It's refreshing to see a woman look at my boyfriend without visibly swooning. She's such a professional. Or a lesbian.
"And Edward," she holds out her hand. "Very pleased to meet you after hearing so much."
Edward shakes her hand, and I watch him reach for his inner confidence.
"Thank you. Likewise."
I take my usual seat while Edward sits beside me, shifting around awkwardly. I put my hand on his thigh and give it a reassuring squeeze.
"So, if it's okay I'd like to talk a little bit about the non-physical side of your relationship if that's okay?"
Maggie never beats around the bush, she makes every moment of that hour count and I'm grateful for that.
She asks us how long we have been together and shows no judgement when I answer that it's less than three months. Maggie never judges. She asks us how often we see each other, how we spend our time, whether we ever argue. She had warned me that there would be a small part that would feel like "couples' counselling." I had initially baulked at the idea, we don't need anything like that, but she said it was necessary to get a feel for our relationship so she can know the best way to move forward with the physical side. Fortunately, as she had mentioned all this in advance, I had been able to warn Edward so he wasn't confused or defensive.
He relaxes visibly as time goes on, submitting to the calming "Maggie effect", as I've termed her soothing ability in my head.
When she asks Edward what his favourite thing about my personality is the answer he gives catches me off guard.
"Her strength."
"Really?" I burst out.
He smiles, squeezes my hand. "Yeah."
"Does Edward's answer surprise you, Bella?"
"Um...well, yes,"
"Why?"
"I guess I have always considered myself as weak. Everything in my life I've done to please other people, my Dad, the church...Jake." I take a deep breath, drawing on experience from our previous sessions. "I let Jake control me, I didn't stand up for myself. I let that town think badly of me."
"Edward, do you want to tell Bella why you chose that word?"
He stares at me, emeralds unwavering. "Because you did leave. Yes, he was cruel and controlling and -" I watch his jaw clench. "violent but you were brave enough to pull yourself out of there. You're shy and haven't lived abroad before and yet when Jacob continued to threaten your home you came to a whole new country. Do you know how brave that is? How incredibly strong that makes you?"
He glances at Maggie, his rare blush creeping up his face. "Um...also, when I told you I wanted us to be more than friends you, eventually," he grins, "let me in. You showed me your fears. You are strong, Bella."
My throat tightens at his declaration, the second time his words have blindsided me in the best possible way today, and when a single tear escapes and begins to descend down my cheek Edward reaches out and swipes it away with his thumb. I wonder if he has forgotten Maggie is even in the room.
"Thank you, Edward. And Bella, same question to you. What do you admire most about Edward?"
A thousand answers race through my mind. How can I pick just one when I love so much about him? But suddenly it's clear.
"Same answer," I tell Maggie but don't take my gaze away from Edward's.
"Strength?"
"Yes. He makes me feel stronger, braver. He makes me feel safe and I haven't felt that for a long time." My breath catches.
"And I would say the same answer back." Edward finally breaks my gaze to look at Maggie. "I'm a pretty weak bloke really, always have been. I've been immature and reckless and have said and done a lot of shitty things. I don't feel all that strong."
"But Bella thinks you are."
He plays with my fingers, interlocking them with his in different ways.
He shrugs. "Then I'm only strong for Bella I guess."
Maggie smiles.
"So I suppose we'd have to say you make each other strong, wouldn't we?"
We smile at each other like a couple of lovesick teens.
"Yes," we answer together.
About halfway through the session, Maggie says, "It's clear to me that, despite some obvious anxiety that Bella and I will be dealing with separately, the emotional side of your relationship is very healthy...and strong." She smiles. "So now let's talk more about the physical problems."
I remind myself to breathe, to stay calm.
"Edward, Bella tells me she has been completely honest with regards to her condition - after the initial attempt that is."
"Yes."
"How do you feel about it?"
"Well..." he shoots me an anxious glance.
"You can be totally honest in this room," Maggie reminds him. "I want you to be, and so does Bella."
I nod.
"Okay," Edward says slowly. "Well of course it worries me. I hate the idea of Bella being in physical pain, or feeling emotionally upset about it."
"Okay, but how do you feel?" Maggie presses.
Edward hesitates again, obviously not wanting to hurt my feelings but I can't imagine there is anything he can say that would shock me. Jake quite happily said it all to my face after all.
"Frustrated," he finally says, before murmuring "sorry" to me.
"Don't be sorry about saying that, baby. I'm frustrated too."
"You want to be able to have full intercourse with Bella?"
"Of course!" He shoots Maggie a look that says "Well duh."
"Can you tell me why?"
Edward laughs. "I assume you're looking for a more articulate response than 'Because she's incredibly hot'?"
Maggie and I chuckle too.
"Yes please."
I watch as his gorgeous brow furrows in thought. "Because she's beautiful, and sexy. Because I know from everything we have done how amazing it will be. Because I want to share all experiences with her, especially that most basic human one. Because she makes my heart race and my body react in a way that it never has before and that makes me so bloody curious."
He looks up and meets Maggie's gaze. "Because I love her and I want to show her that physically."
He stops talking and I stare at him wordlessly. Even Maggie looks a little dumbstruck for the very first time.
He's not done though.
"Most of all because I want - no I need - to feel connected to her, to be as close to her as I can possibly be."
He looks at me, shrugs and smiles. I stare.
Maggie recovers before I do.
"Well...yes, thank you. That certainly was articulate." She pauses. "Also, you should know that Bella gave the exact same reason. The closeness and connection, and to express her love."
"I didn't quite say it in the same way," I grin at Edward, rolling my eyes. "Smooth-talking Englishman."
He grins back.
"So Edward, is there anything we need to know about you right from the beginning? Do you ever have trouble maintaining an erection?"
Edward chokes, and all humour and warmth leaves his face.
"No! Ah...um, everything is in working order, ta very much." He's blushing and I try not to giggle.
Not an appropriate reaction in a sex clinic, Swan.
"Good." Maggie writes something down. I wonder what on earth it says - E Cullen has good, hard cock?
"In that case let's focus on Bella's status. I'll ask you some questions about your current sex life and if you can answer as straightforward as possible please."
We both nod.
"Do you kiss sexually?"
Is she for real? I guess she needs to go back to basics but come on, who wouldn't kiss that?
"Yes," we both answer, bemused.
"Do you explore each other's bodies?"
"Yes."
"Do you partake in touching of the sexual organs?"
I blush. "Yes."
"For Bella, is this only clitoral stimulation or are you able to penetrate digitally."
"Yes, Edward can use his finger," I tell her, my face on fire.
"Is it painful?"
I shake my head. "Not usually, just very tight."
She notes something on her pad. "And what about two fingers?"
"Not until...recently," Edward says, glancing at me.
"And was that painful, Bella?"
"It has been in the past...with Jake. But this time not really, I felt a little sore afterwards but not too bad."
"Did you like how it felt?"
I sneak Edward a smile. "Yes."
"Do you partake in oral sex?"
"Yes."
"Joint oral sex?"
Edward's eyes dart to mine and his face holds the beginnings of a smirk. I smile as we both relive this morning's wake up call.
He clears his throat and looks back at Maggie. "Yes."
"Are you both able to achieve orgasm?"
God, this is painful. Did I really go through all this before?
"Yes."
"How often do you partake in these kinds of activities?"
We look at each other again. I'm unsure how to answer this. We've only been together a few months and our physical pull is overwhelming. Does she want a weekly figure?
"Often," Edward finally says.
"More than twice a week?"
"Yes," we reply.
"Ok, good." She smiles at us. "It's great that you have such an active sex life."
I frown. "It's not really a 'sex life' though, is it? If we're not actually having sex?"
"Bella, the activities I just asked about are all part of sex, even if they're not intercourse itself. You are still able to get pleasure and satisfaction from each other. You are still able to experience the closeness you crave."
I feel tears unexpectedly sting my eyes. "But it's still not right, not...not normal."
I feel Edward's eyes on me, he squeezes my hand.
Maggie tilts her head, appraising me. "These types of emotions are ones we are going to be exploring here, Bella. Do you feel a lot of guilt?"
I nod, miserably. "Every day."
"What do you feel guilty for?"
"Depriving Edward."
"Baby..." Edward says softly, pulling his chair closer, stroking my hand and arm.
"Do you feel guilt for something else, Bella?"
"Yes," I whisper. I avoid looking at Edward. "Jake."
"Why?" Maggie asks.
The tears are flowing freely now, no wonder she needs that box of Kleenex. I take a deep breath so I can speak.
"I broke him too. I made him drink, I made him miserable. I wasn't able to satisfy him and sometimes I think I...I deserve what he did. He must have been so frustrated and-"
"That's total bullshit, Bella!" Edward suddenly explodes. "I don't care what happened, or didn't happen, it doesn't give him the right to-"
"Edward, please." Maggie's voice is firm and authoritative. I watch as he clenches his jaw but stays quiet.
"Edward is right though," she says, calmly. "What Jake did was attempted rape, and that doesn't change regardless of what has happened in the past or what the victim's relationship is to the perpetrator."
I nod slowly, my mind rapidly trying to shut down images from that night.
Edward has pulled his chair right alongside mine and puts his arm around me, cuddling me as tight to his chest as the chairs will allow.
"It's okay," he says in the quietest whisper. "I've got you. You're safe."
Maggie stays silent while I draw comfort from Edward the way I always do and regulate my breathing.
Calmer, I pull away and dry my eyes. I reach for his hand again.
"Guilt and shame are emotions that I will be helping you to deal with. Both here and during our CBT sessions," Maggie explains quietly.
"Okay."
"We are nearing the end of our session today and I think I have everything I need to begin work helping the two of you achieve full intercourse."
She turns to Edward. "I'm sure Bella has already explained but I will be setting one or more 'homework' tasks for you every week. Some will involve you both and some just Bella alone. We will discuss the outcomes at the following sessions."
Edward nods, a determined look on his face. "I understand."
"Okay, so this week's homework will probably be both straightforward and challenging at once."
We both lean forward slightly in our chairs.
"I want you to refrain from all sexual touching for seven days."
Say WHAT now?
"You can kiss, cuddle and be affectionate of course but no manual or oral sex."
Edward's face, wide-eyed and slack jawed, surely mirrors my own.
"None?" I squeak.
"That's right."
Edward recovers, clearing his throat. "That certainly will be...challenging."
Maggie clasps her hands in front of her. "The idea is that we need to take everything back to basics and recondition how Bella feels about sex. So far, until very recently, she has predominantly associated sex with only negative emotions - painful, difficult, frustrating. We need to work to recondition how she sees the act, so that she can move forward with a clean slate if you like."
"Right," Edward says slowly, sounding as confused as I feel.
"We start this by reminding Bella of simple, innocent touches. At some point in the week I want you to explore each other's bodies, excluding your sexual organs, carefully and thoroughly. The best way to do this would be a relaxing massage of some kind."
She eyes us a little dubiously.
"Please try your best to hold back from rushing to any form of gratification and orgasm, the idea behind this is a more simple physical connection that we can then use as a springboard to jump forward from."
We stare in silence for at least 30 seconds. I can't find a case to argue with her logic but...a whole week, without our version of sex? That sounds painful, difficult...impossible.
Edward looks like he may cry.
Maggie smiles, the sadistic bitch.
"Any questions?"
We both shake our heads numbly.
"Okay, great. Remember to make a mental note of how you feel so we can discuss this next time. Write it down if necessary."
She stands up and we follow blindly.
"See you in a week." She shows us out and we wander into the street. I hear Edward mutter something that sounds like "fucking rules."
I grab his hand to stop his pace and just stare at him. Amazing body, gorgeous face, damn tempting lips...this is going to be a really long week.
A/N
Hmmm, the next chapter should be interesting... Needless to say I had all kinds of fun writing this. And YES, Edward is uncut. I'm sorry, but he's British so what did you expect? Plus, 'Parkas' rule ;-)
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