Chapter 6:
So far, things seemed to be progressing very well indeed. Edward and I were lying on our sides, facing one another. His strong arms were encircling me securely as he kissed me, one hand occasionally drifting down to brush against my breasts. His cold fingers left a trail of goose pimples everywhere they touched. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations Edward was creating in my body that I could do little other than return his kisses, and occasionally let out a moan as his talented fingers found a particularly sensitive area of skin.
This went on for quite some time. It was almost as if Edward and I were afraid of pushing our boundaries any further – afraid that if we pushed too far too fast, our feelings would overwhelm us and a white wedding would soon become an impossibility. I had never anticipated things getting this heated, this fast between us. And now here we were – almost naked, kissing passionately on Edward's bed. I definitely liked this new development...
Edward's lips curved into a smile against mine.
"What?" I asked.
"I wish I could see into your thoughts right now," Edward said, brushing an errant strand of hair back behind my ear.
I smiled. "Don't you always?"
"Yes," Edward admitted. "But I can tell that your mind is in overdrive at present. What are you thinking about?"
"You, of course," I replied, kissing him lightly on the jaw. "I'm surprised you had to ask."
Edward pulled me closer, shaking his head. "Oh no, Bella. I'm not letting you away with such a vague answer."
I smirked. If he wanted the truth, he was welcome to it. "Well, Edward," I murmured, running my hand down his chest and over the defined muscles of his stomach, "I was just thinking how much I like lying here with you like this."
Edward's facial expression didn't change, but his eyes showed how pleased he was with my words. "Oh, I see," he said offhandedly.
I continued, "You see, you're not the only one who's thought about us being together, Edward. I think about it all the time." As I spoke, my hand drifted lower, and I allowed the tips of my fingers to run along the waistband of Edward's boxer briefs. Edward tensed slightly, only to meet my eyes again and smile. How far we've come...
"Really?" Edward said. He seemed to be finding it difficult to maintain his usual unflappable demeanour.
"Really," I nodded, now curling my fingers so that they were just inside the waistband of his underwear. I slowly moved my hand from hip to hip, resisting the ever-increasing urge to dip my hand lower. I didn't want to rush ahead, only to end up overwhelming Edward - we had already ventured so far beyond anything we had ever done together previously.
I gazed deeply into his eyes, searching for any sign that this was getting to be too much for him. His earlier bravado was gone, and in his wide eyes I saw fear and vulnerability mingled with the same love and desire I could feel in myself. I realised then that Edward's previous rejections of my amorous advances hadn't been a slight on me; on the contrary, he had only held back out of a genuine fear that he wouldn't be able to handle the myriad of complex emotions stirred up by the experience of being intimate. For once in our relationship, Edward was the weak one – he needed me to take the lead in this. I was more than willing to shoulder the responsibility. I stilled my hand, but did not remove it.
"I'm so proud of you," I said softly.
Edward looked confused. My heart melted.
"I know this isn't easy for you," I explained. "I'm proud that you're letting yourself take the risk of being, y'know, close to me like this. You should know that this means the world to me."
Edward inhaled deeply, his eyes never leaving mine. "I never imagined that it was possible for me to feel this way, Bella," he said with fervour. "I've wanted to share this with you, of course, how could I not! But I never believed that I would be capable of being this close to you, or anyone for that matter. I thought it was impossible."
"And yet here we are," I said gently. "Here we are, as close as can be. I knew you would be able to do this, Edward. I trust you - and now you need to have some faith in yourself."
Edward's expression became imploring. "Promise me, Bella. Before we go any further, please promise to tell me if I hurt you, even in the slightest. I don't know if I can do this otherwise!"
I nodded vehemently. "I promise, Edward, but I'm certain I won't need to. You won't hurt me. We can do this." I spoke firmly, trying to convey as much confidence in my tone as possible.
I believed my own words. I genuinely did not believe that Edward was capable of harming me. The fact that he was coping so well thus far with our newfound intimacy was testament to his self-control. Still, I could tell that Edward did not share my certainty. He was terrified of losing control.
"Please trust me, my love," I said tenderly. "I promise to go slowly, and we'll stop if it gets to be too much to handle. Please?"
Edward nodded swiftly.
I kissed him slowly. Edward returned the kiss earnestly. I could tell that he was still ill at ease with the situation, but the insistent firm pressure of his erection against my thigh was proof that he wanted this as much as I did. Slowly, I recommenced tracing the line of his boxers. Edward's breathing quickened in time with mine. I had been telling the truth when I told him that I had imagined this situation many times before. Being this close to Edward now was a privilege, and one I did not intend to squander.
"Edward?" I asked quietly. "Can I touch you?"
Edward inhaled sharply. He swallowed hard, but nodded. I smiled slightly, beginning to feel quite nervous myself now. I had no experience with this kind of thing.
Agonisingly slowly, I slid my hand down into Edward's underwear. As he gasped, I gently wrapped my hand around his solid length. I didn't do anything else for several moments, allowing Edward to become somewhat acclimatised to the new sensation. His eyes were closed, and he was still breathing rapidly. I felt myself grow wetter at the physical evidence of the effect I had on Edward; it was empowering to know that I could provoke this kind of reaction in him. After a few moments, I tentatively moved my hand, running it over the silky skin of his shaft. Edward's eyes flashed open, and he pulled me to him passionately.
"Oh, Bella, my love!" he murmured passionately, his hand moving to cup my breast again, running his icy thumb over my already hard nipple.
This reaction was all the encouragement I needed. I continued to slide my hand up and down over Edward's hardness. His moans as I did so were probably the most erotic sounds I have ever heard.
"Bella, that feels....that's incredible," Edward said through gritted teeth. I could see the effort he was exerting to merely stay lying down and in control.
Edward's breathing was by now more rapid that I had ever witnessed before. My heart was racing with the combination of the pleasure of his touch, and my delight at being able to please him in this way. My panties were growing increasingly wet, and I was positive that Edward could sense the effect he was having on me.
Edward let out a low growl, the sound urging me to up the tempo of my strokes. In response, Edward pressed closer to me, causing me to roll over onto my back. He leaned over me, careful not to press against my injured hand. Typical Edward – even in the heat of passion he is careful of me!
I didn't cease my ministrations. I had thought Edward's face was flawless before – now I realised that the definition of perfection was the look of pleasure he now wore. I gasped as Edward moved his hand to brush lightly against the damp crotch of my panties. My hips rose involuntarily, seeking to be closer to him. Edward's eyes locked on mine again, an unspoken question in his look.
I nodded, biting my lip. "I promise, Edward," I whispered.
My words gave Edward the reassurance he needed to continue. He gently pushed the fabric of my underwear to the side and pressed his hand against my centre.
I moaned at the feeling of Edward's touch. I had wanted this for so long; it was hard to believe that it was actually happening!
Edward paused. "I love you, Bella. So much," he said. Such simple, often-spoken words, yet they had never sounded so true or heartfelt.
"I love you too," I replied warmly.
Looking lovingly into my eyes, Edward pressed his fingers into my wetness. I gasped at the sensation of Edward's cold fingers; such a contrast to my own heat! As Edward's talented fingers began to move between my slick folds, stroking me, I continued to caress him. I did not have words to describe the feelings Edward was creating in me. I moaned and gasped in time with his movements, my outbursts mingling with Edward's noises of pleasure as we kissed.
I could feel Edward's hips beginning to thrust into my hand – his lust was overtaking his anxiety. Of this I was immeasurably glad. I stroked him more firmly now, growing confident in my abilities. My own pleasure was immense; I felt as if I was balanced on the edge of a precipice, and it was only a matter of time before I fell. Edward kissed my neck, not seeming at all deterred by the light sheen of sweat that was coating my body.
"Bella," he groaned. "Please, tell me to stop!" He thrust hard against me.
"Not. A. Chance!" I managed to say in between gasps. We had gotten this far, impossible for me to let him stop now.
Edward emitted a noise of sheer lust, and I moaned wantonly as he pushed a long finger firmly into me.
"Bella! I'm sorry!" Edward exclaimed in response to my cry.
"Don't stop! Not hurt...Feels so good!" I gasped. It seemed that monosyllabic words were all I was capable of at that moment.
Edward could see that I was telling the truth. He carefully added a second finger, and continued to slide them in and out of me. I kept on sliding my hand over his cock, my hand gliding effortlessly with the lubrication provided by Edward's excitement.
Almost instantly, my hand and Edward's had found a common tempo, his fingers sliding inn and out of me in time with the movements of my hand on him. It felt so natural, so right to have Edward penetrating me. I never wanted it to end. Before long, I was crying out in ecstasy as my inner muscles clenched around Edward's fingers. I trembled with the force of my orgasm, kissing Edward deeply. Within seconds, I felt the icy flow of Edward's release spill onto my hand and across my stomach and his cries joined mine once more.
Edward flopped down to lie on his stomach beside me, pulling my uninjured hand to his lips. Neither of us moved or spoke, both of us too overwhelmed by what had just happened to even attempt to verbalise our feelings. Never before in my life had I felt so utterly sated.
It took several long minutes before my racing heartbeat slowed and my breathing returned to normal.
"Wow," I said incredulously.
Edward kissed the back of my hand and raised himself up onto his elbows to look at me. "Bella, 'wow' doesn't even begin to describe how astoundingly wonderful that was." He smiled wryly.
"I told you we could do it," I said, rolling onto my side again to face him.
"And we did," Edward said simply, smiling beatifically at me. I had never seen him look so relaxed.
"We did." My smile mirrored his. "And we did it well."
Edward laughed. "Indeed." He looked abashed all of a sudden. "In fact," he said, "We did it so well that the rest of the family decided that the time was ripe for an unscheduled hunting trip."
I blushed scarlet with embarrassment. "Oh!"
Edward shrugged fluidly. "I've had to put up with listening to all of them for long enough," he said, his eyes glinting wickedly, "It's about time the tables were turned!"
"Edward Cullen!" I exclaimed.
He smiled. "Trust me, the things I've heard..."
I scrunched my eyes closed and shook my head. "Do not need to know, Edward!"
"It's all ahead of you, my love...Decades and decades of it..."
I shook my head. "There's a solution."
Edward quirked an eyebrow quizzically. "Oh really? And what might that be, my love? Believe me; I've spent years trying to think up a way to block it all out."
I leaned in close to kiss Edward on the shoulder. "It's quite easy really. We'll simply have to be the noisiest ones!"
Edward laughed. "Isabella Swan, you are wicked!" he said, pulling me to him and capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. "Although, I really do like your idea."
"Mmm...Thought you might. After all, I..."
Anything else I might have said was lost in a wave of renewed kissing.
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