Bella's POV

Continued from chapter 4

Edward rolled his eyes. "This James guy thinks he is all that," he said, annoyed.

"Yeah, but he is funny sometimes," I said.

We watched from our table as James lowered the tailgate of his truck and began unpacking case after case of beer and alcohol. Whoops and hollers filled the campground as people realized what was in his truck and came over to lift it all out.

Before long, a bonfire was going, and the last of the sun had set. I went back into our tent for a sweatshirt and joined Edward near the fire. He had a beer in his hand, which surprised me a little.

He chuckled when he saw the expression on my face. Then he reached onto the ground beside him and pulled up another beer, handing it to me.

I felt the cool bottle and sat down in the folding seat next to him. He reached over for my beer and popped the top off for me.

"I am surprised we are drinking. This isn't really our scene," I said in a lowered voice to Edward.

"Well Bella, it's our senior trip, we don't have to work tomorrow, and we might as well have a little fun. We are 18, not 12," he said, laughing.

I agreed. Just because I hadn't been a big partyer throughout school didn't mean I couldn't have a few beers with my classmates on an overnight camping trip.

The bonfire got bigger, music was playing from a boom box, and more and more drinks were getting passed around. Some people started dancing around the bonfire to the music. Drinking games were being played, and before I knew it, I had four empty beer bottles at my feet.

I glanced at Edward, who was smiling, laughing, and as relaxed as I'd seen him in a long, long time. He was right, we deserved to have a little fun and let loose. It's not like we were driving tonight after drinking all of these beers. He lifted another bottle to his lips that was a clear drink with the word Smirnoff on the label.

"This is a girl's drink!" He exclaimed after one sip. "It's really sweet, it tastes like juice!"

"Let me try it," I said, taking the bottle from him. I took a sip as well. It tasked like blackberries. It was delicious.

"Ohhh weeee. That is good!"

"I should have known that you would like it. It's mild, probably good for you. I'm going to grab another beer. I will grab another Smirnoff for you."

Edward went to get our drinks and reappeared a minute later, plopping down on to the folding chair. It squeaked, then we heard a loud snap, as he ended up sinking further into the center of the chair.

He looked up at me, absolutely cracking up. "Bella, I broke the chair, with my big butt! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He could not stop laughing. Seeing him so giddy and carefree, I began laughing hysterically as well.

Controlling our laughing a bit, I hoisted him up, helping him get his butt unstuck from the chair and as we were both standing facing one another, Edward leaned down and kissed me. He tucked his hand around the back of my ear and traced his thumb on my cheekbone. At that moment, my body felt tingly, and I felt lighter, swaying my hips with the music playing. I kissed him back and we began dancing in a soft, unstructured slow dance, swaying to the music playing on the boom box. A woman crooned out a tune about something turning her on. At that moment, I felt the exact same way.

Edward pulled back for air, and the look in his eyes was a deep, smoldering fire. I couldn't remember if he had ever looked at me like that. I gazed up at him with an intensity that tried to convey what I was feeling. Edward took my hand and led me back to our tent, looking down at my face every few seconds. I could barely take my eyes off him. Something had changed as we kissed and danced, and the electricity flowing through our bodies was practically humming. He was in a hurry to get back to the tent. We finally reached it, on the outskirts of the campground. We had set up our tent in one of the last spaces before the trail curves down the road and leads to the lake.

Edward unzipped the tent and climbed inside. I followed him and he zipped the tent behind me.

Suddenly, I was unsure of myself, and unsure of what to do. It seemed like we had a moment back there, one that made me feel as if I was falling away from myself and lost in the depths of his gaze on me. Edward situated the tent and looked at me, the small flashlight he had held to lead us back to the tent on the floor between us, casting a slight glow around us. He reached for me once again, crashing his lips to mine. I was surprised at the ferocity of his kiss, how it seemed urgent and needful. His hands found the small of my back and crept slightly underneath my sweatshirt, his thumbs tracing small circles on my waist. I tangled my hands in his soft hair and tried to bring my body closer to him, if it was possible.

Then, Edward began to lower us, slowly, until we were both on our knees, never breaking apart. His knee hit the flashlight, so he flicked that out of the way, and then pulled himself into a sitting position and pulled me down with him.

My legs went to the left side of him as a he swiveled me to sit on his lap. He broke our kiss, looking me in the eye, and moved his lips to my jaw line, then my neck. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling. I thought that I could die happy that very moment.

Edward had never kissed me this way. When we did kiss, it seemed controlled, almost gentlemanly. Edward didn't make out with me for long, he would usually end things by pulling away slightly, smiling at me, then kissing my nose, forehead, or cheek. He had never tried to touch me. Now, a low groan came out of the back of his throat as he traced his nose on my cheek, laying soft kisses on my neck, his hands roaming my back underneath my sweatshirt.

I suddenly felt bold, and wanted him to know that I was okay with this progressing and things going further. I pulled backwards a bit, and carefully yanked off my sweatshirt, throwing it onto the other side of the tent. Edward smiled then reached up to my face and grabbed the sides of it with both hands, pulling my lips back to his, taking my bottom lip between his and gently begging for entrance. Our tongues danced a rhythm as old as time, as I took his hand in mine and, smiling against his lips, gently placed it on my shoulder. Edward was surprised by the gesture, but continued kissing me, and then began moving his hand that was on my shoulder up and down my arm. That felt nice, but it wasn't what I was going for. I was trying to give him permission, access to my body, to let loose a little bit. I realized that I had been subtle and perhaps this was not the way to go. Edward had always acted so restrained with me, he didn't realize what I was offering him.

I caught his hand again as it was reaching for my back, then took it in mine again, and very purposefully, placed his hand on my left breast, my eyes locked on his the entire time.

Edward gasped against my lips, and pulled away for a second, then brought his mouth back up to mine, kissing me with a fierceness that hadn't been there a second ago. His hand gently skimmed my breast as I wound my arms around his neck, and then I had another thought. I brought my hands up to his throat, and gently, slowly, began unzipping the jacket he wore.

Edward stopped kissing me and watched my face the entire time. When the jacket was fully unzipped, I slipped my hands underneath the material, up to his shoulders, and pushed it down his arms.

Edward's hands came up to my shoulders, as he seemed to ask for permission with his eyes, he placed his fingers up along the collar of my button up blouse, and lowered the material slightly, so that he could place small, open mouthed kisses on my throat.

I sighed in pleasure as the waves of desire ripped through me. I wanted Edward, more than I had ever felt before. My fingers teased underneath the hem of his t-shirt, and he slowly unbuttoned the top button of my blouse.

We continued this way for awhile, slowly exploring each other. He eventually had my entire shirt unbuttoned, the shirt opened to reveal my white lace bra, sitting squarely in front of his face. He slipped his hands into the shoulders of my shirt and slipped it off of me. I crept my hands upwards, lifting his shirt above his head, feeling his warm skin against my stomach, underneath my arms as they wrapped around him.

Edward held me by the waist as he lowered me gently, backwards onto the sleeping bag. He openly stared at my breasts, my stomach, and I arched my back up and slipped my hands underneath myself and unclasped my bra and tossed it to the side. Edward watched the entire time and then leaned towards me to begin rubbing soft circles on my stomach.

He slowly worked his way upward, finally reaching my breasts, tracing the sides of them, around and around, driving me mad. The slow tickles were tantalizing while at the same time, causing me to need release. His eyes glanced between my face and my chest, and without warning, he dipped his head down and kissed my right nipple.

I couldn't help it; I moaned. Loudly. I had never felt anything like that, the sensations pulsing through me. Edward was surprised and continued to glance up at my face, but continued his ministrations. I placed my hands on his shoulders, then in his hair, trying to bring him closer to me.

Edward used his hand on my left breast, and I began to squirm underneath him. The feelings felt amazing, but I needed more. Edward seemed to sense this and unlatched his mouth from my chest and moved his hands slowly down towards the waistband of my jeans.

He glanced up at me once, and I nodded at him, giving my permission.