A/N
This was my first fic many years ago as well as my first lemon, i'm posting it now for fun
I don't own twilight or it's characters
I pulled into Bella's driveway, which was already empty besides her truck, and went to the door and knocked. She answered the door with a wide smile, and as I reciprocated it, she put her hand on my neck and leaned on her tiptoes and said, "Hello Edward." I sighed as I kissed her, my hands on her hips, helping her reach my face. Her warm lips met mine as she grasped my hair firmly pulling herself closer to me. I was overwhelmed by her, as she made her passion evident. I reluctantly leaned my head back slowly, and she pulled away as we both sighed.
"Hello my love."
"I missed you." She whispered stroking my hair and my neck. I shivered from the soft sensation and smiled.
"Heh, I see that, I missed you as well my dearest Bella."
She stood at her normal height, no longer straining to meet me, but her other hand grasped my collar in a clear effort to pull my face down to her. As I could sense her intention, I obliged. She forcefully met my lips, moving aggressively as she tilted and leaned her face to fit my position. Not too long after, I was once again lost in the moment and let the moment go on longer than I should have. I couldn't help myself; she was so desiring. Our mouths parted for a second as she gasped for breath, but it came out more like a moan, I inexplicably moaned in fierce desire, and as my mouth was open, she took the invitation, and her hot, wet tongue explored my mouth. I was completely swept away by her unexpected advances, and it gave me the millisecond of clear thought to do what was right. I moved my hands from her lower back around her hips to the front where I rested them gently on her shoulders, pushing them softly away. She stopped kissing me, leaving our faces an inch apart as she growled playfully in frustration and hopped off me. She turned around, one of her hands grabbing mine and leading me to the living room. She had no idea what she did to me, just that simple interaction had my body tingling with passion that I didn't have the experience to control as much as I should.
She led me to the couch, and I plopped down, but instead of joining me like I expected, she smiled at me and turned around again until she returned with a bowl of grapes from the fridge. A snack. I must remember her needs more often, humans don't only eat in the three designated mealtimes, obviously snacking was quite common. I smiled as I opened my arms and she accepted my invitation to sit with me, partly on my lap, lounging with the bowl of grapes in her grasp. She grabbed the remote and I looked at her in curiosity.
"I thought we were supposed to be writing essays." I pointed out with a grin. She returned it with a more deviant subtext as she clicked the TV on resuming our favorite show automatically.
"What would you like to do this evening?" I asked, over the quiet sounds of the show in the background.
"Hmmm, great question." she said, popping a grape in her mouth as she grinned at me.
"What?" I asked suspiciously, not catching onto the joke. I clicked 'pause' on the remote as I sensed a conversation starting.
"I had an interesting conversation with Alice before you arrived." Uh oh. This wasn't good. Alice was known to share more than she should about a lot of topics. Even though I was still lost, I felt humiliation creeping up on me for some inexplicable reason.
"So, you went hunting today," she said, unsuccessfully trying to keep the grin off her face, assumingly laughing at the punch line before she even presented it. "And apparently you had a nice shower when you got back." She finished, now with a full-on smirk on her face. My face, however, went deadpan with shock as I understood what she was saying.
Oh shit! I'm going to kill Alice! This is exactly what I need, Bella is already more tempting and eager in the first place, she doesn't need to know how much I want her or else she'll never give up.
My eyes went wide as embarrassment flooded my face. If I were human, it would be red as a tomato. She was now laughing aloud, encouraged by my humiliation.
"Oh God..." I said, putting my face in my hands, thinking through what Alice told her, not to mention what she heard. Oh God!
Her laughter trickled away as she could tell I was not amused.
"Oh Edward, you don't have to be embarrassed!" she pleaded, still in a slightly entertained tone. She was pulling on my right arm, trying to reach my face.
"To be honest, it was a relief to me! Knowing I'm not the only one who... well you know... It's just comforting to know you really want me in that way."
This was new. She masturbates? To the idea of us being together? I felt an overwhelming sense of ... flattery? Being human? Passion? The idea that we had this in common was suddenly very endearing and... desirable. I shook the image of her in that situation before I completely distracted myself. I lifted my head from my hands in surprise and question.
"Wait, really?" I asked quietly, perhaps timidly.
She laughed aloud now, in extreme juxtaposition with my soft, approaching tone. She laughed as if I was missing an obvious joke. She started to settle down as she saw my face was still mystified.
"Of course, Edward! Are you kidding me? How else would I still be sitting here, not combusted from pent up lust after all these months?"
I raised my eyebrows, and a crooked grin made its way onto my face, pleased by the idea that at least she was finding relief in another way, since I could not please her. Damn! How I wished I could make love to her, hear those moans that I've heard quietly escape her every now and then!
A specific moment jumped to the forefront of my mind as one night as I was sitting on the rocking chair in her room (she had approached the point of the night where she started rustling around, and I left my place in her bed so as not to wake her.), and I heard quiet moans coming from her as she slept. I thought somehow, she had awoken, or she was in pain somehow. She twisted around so her back was no longer facing me. Another moan, louder now, escaped her lips as her hand slowly reached between her thighs. I was incredibly intimidated now, as she continued to talk in her sleep. "Oh Edward... oh yes." She sighed, and I realized she wasn't having one of her normal dreams about me, this one was a sex dream. I froze in the rocker, and leaned forward, anxious to hear more. "Mmmm, yes." She spoke softly and contentedly, rubbing her arm around her groin between her legs in a rough version of stimulation in order to please herself. This excited me beyond words. I observed her, aware of my physical representation between my legs. My erection had become prominent, and if I wanted not to have her wake up to me in this indecent fashion, I was to have to deal with it somehow. I considered fixing myself right there, continuing to be aroused by her in her dreaming state, but this seemed inexcusable. After a few minutes of waiting, reluctant to leave the beautiful, desirable girl, I softly hopped out the window and went home. To jump in the shower before any of my family members could see me as I was.
In this moment, however, she looked up at me, a little sheepishly, with her cheeks bright red with embarrassment. She was kneading her hands in her lap and looking down at them, the grape bowl on the floor near the couch now. I impulsively put two of my fingers underneath her chin, lifting her face to see the grin of my own.
"Huh. I never knew." I said softly, still smiling.
She shifted the subject back to me, not enjoying the spotlight.
"Is that routine for you? I mean do you... do it a lot?" A weak chuckle escaped me as I lowered my fingers and said, "It's definitely something I look forward to many times a week. I have to say, you entice me a lot more than you give yourself credit for."
She scoldingly slapped my shoulder, with disapproval riddled with playfulness on her face.
"How come you never told me? All this time I thought you were this moral, responsible man who would never think of a woman indecently ever." She said with a chiding tone.
"I can't help it! You're just so... sexy." I said quietly as I leaned forward, to prove my attraction. Just before my lips touched hers, a warning slipped out of my mouth.
"It's better that way anyways, there's no chance of me... hurting you." I sighed. She grumbled, but not before grabbing my collar and pulling me over her, herself now in a vulnerable, horizontal position on the couch. I wasn't strong enough to resist. I lifted myself over her, careful not to bare any amount of my weight on her as I leaned down, and with a low grumble, kissed her fiercely.
"Mmmmm." A mixture of a sigh of pleasure, a groan, and a moan escaped both of our lips in unison and we smiled as we kissed, the passion slowly growing. I put my right hand on her neck, caressing her jaw, as my left went down to her hip, slowly brushing my hand up her torso under her shirt. As her heartbeat sped rapidly, my hand reached the strap of her delicate lace bra. Too much! Guard yourself you idiot! I quickly retreated out of her shirt, my hand already missing her soft, warm skin. She reacted immediately, sensing my retreat. Her hand grasped my neck roughly and pulled my hand back up her shirt. My defenses were weak, pathetic, I continued with more passion than before. I felt her smile under our kiss. She grabbed the buttons on my shirt, pulling with need and fervor, and my shirt opened underneath her hand. She made her way down, undoing the last button and her hands massaged my lower chest, leaving a tingling warmth behind them as they curled around me and grabbed my lower back. With one pull, she grabbed me, and my hips fell onto hers. I groaned as my already developing erection felt friction against her. She slipped her tongue into my mouth as I lost control and abandoned my resistance. She pulled the seams of my shirt over my shoulders, and I slipped my arms out of it. Her tight-knitted long sleeve shirt was already clinging to her, and I pulled the bottom over her torso. Her hands made their way to my front, pushing against my chest lightly. Surprised, I lifted off her immediately. Our lips separated, I looked at her questioningly and met her fierce gaze was locked on mine as her hands grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off her. Leaving her arms and chest bare, the only thing left was a white, fragile lace bra. I looked back astonished at her beauty. It surpassed the limits of my imagination and fantasies. I leaned down quickly and kissed her neck with passion. She moaned and I became more excited. As if she was reacting directly to that fact, she held the waistband of my trousers in her hands. The button unclasped, and I moaned in anticipation. I pulled my own trousers off, leaving me in my boxers as I looked back at her.
"May i?" I asked referring to her skinny jeans. She smiled mischievously and unzipped them herself and pulled them down her waist. I finished the task by pulling them all the way off her thin, smooth legs. Her small tight-fitting boxer shorts hugged her hips, screaming at me. As her breath was exceeding in speed, and she curled in on herself slightly, self-conscious.
"You're astonishingly gorgeous, Isabella Swan."
"Don't say that. I'm not, so don't lie to make me feel good." I paused. What was she thinking?! Did she ever look in a mirror? I growled and pounced lightly, kissing her shoulder, her neck, her jaw, her lips. My hands were at her back, unclipping her bra, finally in reality. Her breasts were bare, and gorgeous. I kissed the front of her neck, slowly down her chest and finally to her right breast. I kissed her nipple, and encouraged by her loud moans, I started sucking.
"Oh Edward." Her hands stroked my hair, rubbed my neck. My hands, however, stroked her sides and traveled to her hips, gently pulling down her panties. The soft smooth skin of her upper thighs created an electricity in me I had never ignited. Both my hands rubbed her inner thighs, as I went back to kissing her. My thumbs, near her center, approached her soft, brown pubic hair as I lifted my head to ask permission. Her eyes were glued shut until I stopped kissing her and she bit her lip, waiting for the reason I paused. I raised my eyebrows in question, and she nodded fervently.
As I paused, however, I had a thought. I was about to lose my virginity, and take hers, I had surrendered to that fact, but on the couch in her living room? The idea was intolerable.
"Hmmm..." I said thoughtfully, with a mischievous grin crossing my face. She smiled nervously, questioning my pause.
I grabbed her by her torso and clung to her around me, sitting up. As I stood, I wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms hugged my neck. Now full of curiosity and anticipation, her eyes locked mine as I raced upstairs to her room.
My Bella was naked in my arms, completely and utterly vulnerable, and she couldn't seem happier about it. I laid her down on her bed and kneeled over her with wonder. She leaned up to me and grabbed the waistband of my boxer shorts. She looked up at me asking for permission. I smiled in answering. She pulled them down my waist and released my erection. She stared at it and licked her lips in anticipation. Bella licked her lips? I've never seen this side of her! I shuddered with desire and anticipation. She lay on her back and I bent down. My hand returned to her upper thigh and her legs opened in invitation. I stroked my fingers up through the folds, looking at her face to sense her reaction. Her head fell back in pleasure. I smiled to myself. I slowly slipped my middle finger near her entrance, as I pushed in gently, she gasped, and her eyes rolled back. I added my index finger and slid them inside of her. She lurched forward and grabbed my forearm with her hands and pulled them further into her. I used my thumb and rubbed her clit. She fell back onto her back and moaned, letting go of my arm. I pushed my fingers in and out slowly and rhythmically and rubbed a circle around her clit. Her moans excited me and made my dick extremely hard. Heavily breathing, she said my name and looked at me.
"Edward, please." It startled me that she spoke the exact words she did in my 'shower fantasy'.
"What?" Her gaze drilled into my eyes as she begged me to take her.
"I need to feel you inside of me. Please!" My breath was taken away with desire. I knelt on my hands over her, trying my absolute best not to move in vampiric speed. I held my manhood in my hand and rubbed her labia up and down with my tip. She moaned loudly and grasped the sheets near her hips. It was so hot. She spread her legs wide and opened her entrance to me. I moaned as well, the sensation of her touch on just the tip of my dick was unbelievable.
I gently pushed myself inside of her and her tight, wet, heat was overwhelming.
"Ohhhhh yes!"
I started going in and out slowly, as she moaned the words "ohhhh faster!" I obliged gladly. I picked up speed and as I went in and out of her, my head fell back and I looked at the ceiling as I focused on the sensitive, yet forceful sensation. It surrounded my erection tightly and I was taken away by this feeling that I never could've recreated in my own company (Nor did I want to). I looked down at her as I went rhythmically In and out of her, surprisingly deep. Her hands were squirming near the sheets and her neck muscles were strained. Was I hurting her? Was this uncomfortable for her? I idiotically never considered if my manhood itself would be harmless inside her. I slowed down immediately after reading those physical cues that I've only ever seen her portray when she was in immense pain. She snapped her head up to look at me, her arched back flattened along the bed, and gave me a passionate look of frustration and lust.
"What?" she basically gasped
"Am I hurting you? You look in pain!"
"No! Please keep going. Faster too!" I was surprised at this response but happy to know we fit together. I leaned down, straightening my legs, and putting my weight on my hands as I thrusted into her, our bodies inches apart and horizontal. Her warm hands grasped around the back of my neck and hair as she used it as leverage to meet me as I thrust into her. I groaned at this new position and fervor coming from her. Not five beats later she let out a high-pitched moan, one I never heard from her. This incredibly erotic sound flicked an automatic reflex in my and leaned down and kissed her, possibly with too much passion, but she didn't seem upset as we continued pounding as her tongue battled mine. As we were kissing my mouth opened involuntarily to let out a noise that came from deep within me, it sounded primal, like a growl, a moan, and a groan combined.
"Faster" she whispered breathlessly to me as I could tell she was close. I pounded into her and felt my dick touch the back of her in every thrust. Her hands grasped my forearms with immense strength as she leaned her head back, squeezed her eyes shut and spoke.
"Fuck. I'm. So. Close!"
As one of her hands went up to my neck again, I used the opportunity to surprise her, and I sneakily brought my free hand down to her labia as I continued thrusting frequently. I put my thumb on her clit as I rested palm of my hand over her pubic hair. Right as I touched her, she screamed in pleasure and started writhing underneath me. Her pussy was tightening and surrounding my dick, squeezing its entirety. I curled in on myself and moaned loudly as with one last thrust into her depths I came violently and spilled deep into her. She grabbed my neck as she was orgasming and lifted her hips and pushed further into me as I came. We both moaned in unison as we slowly came down from our orgasms together.
"Oh, thank you Edward." she said, catching her breath. Her cheeks were flushed and i responded.
"Bella, you silly girl. Thank you. For trusting me when I, of course, do not deserve an ounce of the love and trust you give me every day." She looked up at me and spoke.
"It seems like we both believe we won the lottery but can't agree that the other person's the prize."
"There is absolutely no competition, my exquisite Isabella." I leaned over her and kissed her passionately and we lay there intertwined for what seemed like hours.