A/N: well, well, well, here we all are again … ready for another chapter are we? Many thanks go out to all of my faithful readers and my OCD sufferers over on Facebook for pushing me and encouraging me to continue this story… You chicks rock my socks!
A few things have recently been brought to my attention… so I thought that I'd address them before we begin…
It has been said that I have been unfair to Edward, leaving him with a heinous case of blue balls … OK, this may seem true … but isn't that the way of most new relationships? I know you all want me to commence with the sexing … and believe me, I will, but it needs to be right … and if a piano just happens to be in the vicinity … who knows, right?
Even though I haven't even mentioned it … some of you seem concerned that I'm going to split up Edward and Bella …. First … they aren't actually together yet, so I guess you can't really split up 2 people who aren't together to begin with. And second, I have not billed this story as an angst fest or drama riddled tale. Now, that's not to say I won't throw some in if it calls for it … to be honest… I'm not sure where this is going, I'm not really planning anything specific, I'm just letting these 2 take me where they feel they need to go.
Now that I have gotten that off my chest…. Onward…
Things I own: Several DVDs of old looney tunes cartoons (am I the only one who catches how racist and politically incorrect these are?), and a cherished copy of the first season of Fraggle Rock (that I say I have around for my 2 year old, but really it's for me!)
Things I don't: All things Twilight and any of the songs I post here…
Chapter 7
BPOV
I reached over and turned down the radio as I pulled into the parking lot of my favorite restaurant, Tamarind Tree. I had been thinking of their signature soup for the past 24 hours and I was going to go absolutely certifiable if I didn't get my fix soon. A quick glance at the time told me that I was right on time to meet Alice, Rose and Jake for an early lunch.
We all tried to get together for lunch at Tamarind Tree at least once a month, since while it was our favorite place to go, it was also one of the pricier places we enjoyed, so we liked to just sit and gorge ourselves on soup and steamed rice cakes, and seven different courses of beef, the food was delicious, and the drinks were just as tasty.
I found a spot quickly, and hopped out of the car, smoothing my short cotton skirt with my hands before shutting the door and making my way to the entrance. I was so glad to be doing this before meeting with Edward for our first official piano session.
I wasn't so much nervous about the piano playing, as I was nervous about being alone with him in his house. I know that we had been alone at my apartment, but this was different. At my place at least I had the home court advantage. This was going to be a whole different arena, and it had me freaking out, so I was glad to get together with my support system before meeting him.
I knew that it was going to be a little awkward with Alice and all, since she had been pestering me for almost a whole week at this point for details on what was going on with Edward and I, but I thought I held up well, not really discussing it with her, or anyone for that matter. I wasn't ready yet, and the way I saw it, there really wasn't much going on. We shared some kisses, and had a minor grope fest, but the way he backed away from me Tuesday afternoon, kind of had me thinking that he was over the whole thing.
I spent the last two days feeling like such a total jerk for the way I just launched myself at him in the kitchen, and attacked him. Here he was trying to help me out, and I was trying to get him naked in my kitchen so I could throw him down, and spend a few hours naked, and bouncing up and down in his lap. Bad form, Swan, seriously bad form.
OK, so I am not so dumb that I didn't know that he enjoyed kissing me, I mean that was obvious, but there was definitely something that was stopping him from being physical with me, and I didn't buy for one minute that Alice coming home was the real reason. I just didn't know if my confidence could really take finding out what the true reason was.
I walked into the restaurant, shivering, as I entered the air conditioned lobby and gave my name to the hostess, who informed me that my party was already seated. She led me to a small alcove, where Rose and Jake were seated, sipping drinks and laughing.
"Hey guy, have you been waiting long?"
"Nopers, Bells. We just got here a few minutes ago. Eric at the bar makes the best rum punch, you should have one." Jake responded, glancing at the guy behind the bar, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Jakey, it's like not even noon and your getting shit faced already?" I responded with a giggle.
"Bella, life is too short to wait for 5, now tell Jakey what you want and I'll go give Eric a visit and have him whip you up something. Who knows, maybe ill have him whip me, I mean whip up something else for me too." He said, laughing heartily at his own joke.
"Ew, Jake. Give it a rest. Not every guy you meet, needs to be a conquest." Rose stated, very matter of fact.
"Um, yeah. I'll just take a Soda mơ muối." I was quick to reply.
"K, Bells. I'll be back in a few" he said, before sauntering off to flirt relentlessly with the bar tender, leaving me alone at the table with Rose.
"So, Where's Alice?" I asked.
"She bailed at the last minute. I have a strong feeling my brother is involved. She has been talking to him on the phone non stop at work since they met. It's actually quite annoying."
"Her and Jasper, huh? Can't say that I'm really surprised, although I can't believe she bailed on beef salad for a man, any man."
"Yeah. Jasper is pretty hung up on her too. He walks around my place mooning over her and sighing heavily every time she's mentioned. Emmett was saying the other day that all Alice talks about is Jasper, oh and You and Edward as well." She added coyly.
"Emmett? So, have you been seeing him then? I kinda got the impression that you didn't like him much."
"Oh, I like him alright. He is totally my type. Tall, dark, handsome, and muscular. Damn fine. He just scares the shit out of me. All the Cullens do. I mean they are all so fucking pretty, you know? You'd expect them to be totally shallow and dumb, but they're not. I mean Emmett got a scholarship to go to college. Did you know that? And it wasn't one for Football, even though he played all four years. He gat an academic scholarship for mathematics, can you believe it?"
"OK, there were so many things wrong with that, it's not even funny. First, you are the most beautiful, sexy, bitch I know. Second, I know they are all smart, and freakishly good looking, but they are the nicest family I have ever met, so there is no reason to fear them. Wait until you meet Carlisle and Esme, they are like the most perfect parents! Carlisle is a total DILF! Yes, Emmett has a masters in mathematics, but he is also the silliest guy I have ever had the chance to meet. Such a child, that one, so no worries on whether he will lord his superior intellect over us, that's not his style."
Rose laughed, taking a long pull of whatever pink, fruity, drink Jake had foisted upon her. The waitress came to the table and Rose Rattled off the list of dishes we wanted to share, sending the waitress off in less than 60 seconds. Such a pro, Rose was, always the epitome of efficiency.
"Speaking of people you'd like to fuck, when are you going to do the deed with Edward? Don't even try to deny that you want to take a ride on his disco stick."
"OOOH, who's disco stick are we riding?" Jake sat down and presented my drink to me with a flourish.
"No one!" I replied, hotly, before taking a sip of my sweet and slightly salty apricot soda. Freaking delicious.
"Edward's, of course" Rosalie added.
"My God, what is with you bitches and these Cullens. You and Emmett, Jasper and Ali, now Bells and Edward, where's mine? Do I get a Cullen of my very own too?" Jake pouted.
"I'm not with Edward, I'm not riding his disco stick, you can let it go." I was starting to get pissed.
"Relax Bella, I wouldn't blame you one bit for wanting Edward. He is so freaking luscious." Jake responded, shaking his head.
"Guys, I don't think he thinks of me like that. I mean Tuesday, I totally jumped him in the kitchen-"
"Whoa, you jumped him? Details!" Jake was now bouncing in his seat with excitement.
"There isn't much to say about it really. He came over, to work on pulling together a set list, I made him lunch, he saved me from busting my ass in the kitchen, so I leapt on him and started making out with him and he pulled away after like a minute. It was kind of mortifying."
"Wait, what do you mean by Leapt?" Jake asked.
"I mean that I threw myself at him. I threw myself at him and he rejected me."
"He what? He rejected you? What happened?" Rose wanted to know.
"OK, so we were kissing, and it was all hot and heavy, I mean, I think we were making animal noises and whatnot, and then all of a sudden he breaks it off saying that he didn't want Alice to walk in on us or some shit. It was so embarrassing."
Just then the server came to the table and set done our dishes before accepting our thanks and turning away to retreat to the kitchen.
"Bella, did you ever stop to think that he stopped because it WOULD be awkward if his SISTER walked in on you guys screwing on the kitchen counter? I mean, if I walked in on Jasper and Alice, I'd seriously consider scrubbing my eyes out with comet cleanser." Rose said, barely pausing as the server walked away from the table.
"Yeah I guess your right, I just felt so horrible. I mean it doesn't make sense, you know?"
"What doesn't make sense, Bells?"Jake asked.
"It doesn't make sense that he would want me. I mean, he is just so-"
"Bella, what did you just say to me about Emmett! Edward would be lucky to have you. You are smart, beautiful, talented … he should be so lucky to be with someone like you, and don't you forget that. Ever." Rose stated, vehemently.
"Thanks, guys. You bitches are the best, I mean that." I replied, taking a large bite of my salad.
"So, what are you gonna do when you get to his place."Jake responded, shaking his head at my less than lady like eating habits.
"I think we are going to do some work on the piano, practice a few songs before we hit the bar for open mic night tonight. You guys are gonna be there, right?"
"Well, Jake here can't go because he is being douchy and taking some clients out for dinner, but I'll be there with Emmett and Alice and Jazz will be there too." Rose answered, giving Jacob a dirty look.
"Hey, just be glad I agreed to take the Nagasaki Twins out so you don't have to. Because you know they'd rather spend the night looking down your top instead of hanging with me at some stale italian restaurant making awkward small talk." Jake replied, teasing Rose.
"OK, guys seriously, help me with my problem! Tell me what to do about Edward. I have like an hour before I have to meet him and I'm starting to freak the hell out here." I shouted, waving my soup spoon frantically.
"Bella, just be you. I know it sounds cliched, but you really are awesomeness. He won't be able to keep himself from loving you. That, and you should totally do him on his piano. That shit would be hot!" Jake stated, as if it was fact.
"Mmmm, hot piano sex? Hell yes Bella! You should totally get him to do you on the piano, all Pretty Woman style." Rose agreed.
"I don't know guys, I do want him, really badly, but sex? This early? Wouldn't that make me a total ho bag?"
"Hells no Bells." Jake responded. "You need to forget that thought and embrace your inner vixen. You have been lusting after him for what? Years? It's a crime if you don't do it! You owe it to yourself to see where this could go. You deserve something good, just for you." Jake was leaning over the table toward me.
"For once, this bitch is right Bella, you should just go for it. Forget about Alice, and forget about everything else, do this for you!" Rose stated, passionately.
"I don't know. I'll try. It's going to be hard enough to keep my hands off him, but we are going to be alone, and he'll be playing his piano, so I might not really have a choice in the matter. The last time I saw him play, I wanted to crawl under the thing and give him head in the middle of a crowded club. I'm not sure how I'm going to hold up when we are alone, I just hope I don't make a fool of myself. I don't know if I could take him rejecting me."
"Bells, babe, he won't be rejecting you today. Have you seen the way your ass and legs look in that tiny skirt? He won't know what hit him." Jake replied, waggling his eyebrows again.
I chuckled as the server came back to clear our dishes and bring the check. After much arguing Jake grabbed the bill and stalked off to pay it before either of us could grab it from him.
Rose turned to me once more. "Don't worry about Edward Bella, he is just a man. I saw the way you looked at him at the club, it's hard to ignore that kind of devotion. I was kind of surprised when I saw the depth of feeling you had for him, but I really think it's returned, you know?"
"Rose-"
"Don't worry Bella, no one else saw it, I'm sure, but I was looking and I saw it, on both of your faces that night. I know there is something there for him too. To hear Emmett tell it, he has been a bear to deal with the last few days and we both agree that it has something to do with you. Emmett has never seen him act this way. I know this is gonna sound so Alice, but I have a good feeling about this, I just know that something good is going to come of you two."
Jake returned with a huge smile, waving a napkin in the air.
"I got digits!" he sing-songed happily.
"You are such a whore!" Rose stated shaking her head and laughing as we walked to the door.
We walked to the parking lot and said our goodbyes, the two of them heading towards Rose's BMW to drive back to their office, while I headed toward my truck and my drive to Edward's place.
The drive to Edward's house from the restaurant took only about ten minutes, the Friday afternoon lunch hour traffic having ended almost an hour earlier. I pulled up to his and Emmett's house making sure I had the right house number before pulling into the driveway and killing the engine. Edward's Volvo was parked in front of me and there was no sign of Emmett's Jeep. We really were going to be all alone. I could feel my palms sweating; I rubbed them nervously on my skirt. I looked into the rear view mirror, checking my hair before slicking on some strawberry flavored lip gloss, rubbing my lips together. Tasty.
I walked slowly up the gravel drive towards the front door, glad that I chose my ballet flats today, instead of a pair of heels. Alice would be mortified, but I wanted to be comfortable while maintaining my cuteness and flats did just that. I adjusted the straps on my tank top and hefted the guitar case in my right hand before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door.
The door opened and Edward appeared, smiling broadly, before stepping back to allow me to enter.
"Bella, Welcome."
"Hey Edward, ready to get busy? I mean, ready to get to work?" I stammered, blushing profusely. I can believe I just said that.
Chuckling he replied, "Follow me. Let's go set down your stuff and we can go over a list of songs I think we should work on, for your performances."
I nodded, mesmerized by the shear hotness that was Edward. He turned and moved toward a long hallway, clearly expecting me to follow, but I stood in the door way, watching his jeans clad ass as he walked away. Good lord that was one fine ass. I just wanted to chew on it, bounce a quarter off it, smack it, just once.
No Bella, bad Bella!
"This is the den, also known as, my music room" Edward said, waving his hand toward the room.
I looked around, noticing the similarities between this room and the room where I first set eyes on Edward all those years ago at his parents house. The family portrait on the wall, the case in the corner that held several guitars, the drum set, and the glossy black piano that sat center stage in the room. It was all reminiscent of the room where we met. I glanced at Edward wondering if he had decorated this room with that purpose in mind, if somehow the similarity between this room and the one at his parent's house was comforting to him.
"Your home is beautiful, Edward."
"Thanks Bella, the credit really should go to Esme, who decorated most of it. All of it actually, with only two exceptions."
"Two exceptions?"
"Yes, she designed all of the rooms down to the wall paint and throw pillows, with the exception of my bedroom, and this room. Those rooms I did myself. They are the rooms I spend the most time in, so I wanted them to be all mine. Even with the large screen TV in here, Emmett doesn't spend much time in here, although I'm not really sure why." Edward stated, gesturing toward the large TV mounted to one wall.
"Well, it's beautiful. It kind of reminds me of the music room at your parent's place."
"Huh, yeah, it does doesn't it?" He said, looking around, as if noticing it for the first time.
He walked up to me, reaching out to take the guitar case from my hand. He was standing so close, I could smell the minty scent of his breath, the faint smell of his laundry soap and the spicy scent that was all Edward. I breathed deeply, taking it all in. I looked up, noticing his eyes widen before he stepped back, holding my guitar case, turning to set it down next to the piano.
He ran a hand through his hair and walked slowly to a book case against one wall. As he perused the shelves I took the moment to really look at him, study his movements and mannerisms, trying to commit each one of them to memory.
Dressed in a snug, grey, v-neck t-shirt, and faded jeans, he was gorgeous. From the top of his messy, bedroom, sex hair, to the soles of his bare, perfectly formed feet, he was pure God. His jeans, low slung, cupped his perfect rear lovingly, his shirt, perfectly fitted, clung to his toned chest and abs in a manner most erotic. He looked like a dream. A wet, naughty, dirty sex dream, but a dream none the less, and I wanted nothing more than to walk up to him, push him down on the brown leather sofa that sat against the wall, strip him of his snug, grey t-shirt and lick him from neck to belt buckle.
I watched his long, elegant fingers as they tripped along the spines of the books there as he searched for something. Oh, what I wouldn't give to feel those fingers caressing my own spine, or any part of my now over warm body. He plucked a book from the case and turned to face me with a grin.
"This is one of my favorite piano tutorials. It has quite a few good jazz tunes in it. I though that you could take it home and study it, maybe do some sight reading to get into the groove. I also thought I could lend you an old keyboard I have had hanging around, for you to practice on. It's really old, I've had it since college, but it should be OK to practice on for now, if you're interested, that is."
"That's so sweet of you Edward. I really appreciate all that you're doing for me." I said as I ducked my head, blushing.
"It is totally worth it if it means that you will be able to get up on stage in a few weeks time, confident in your talent and ability to wow people with your skill. You have greatness in you Bella, I see it, and so do all of your friends."
I continued to blush at his generous praise. It amazed me that he saw me as talented, when he himself was a truly talented pianist.
"Shall we see just how rusty you are on the piano, Bella? Would you like to play something for me?"
"I'm almost embarrassed to play for you Edward, you're so talented, and accomplished."
"I'm no more talented at the piano than you are with your voice, and your talent is true and untutored. That is so much more rare and precious than anything I could do at the bench." He replied, earnestly, making me blush once more under his ardent praise.
He handed me the book of songs and I flipped through it before I found one I recognized, sitting down at the piano bench, smoothing the music out in front of me.
With a brief stretch of my fingers and a quick stroke of the keys, I began to play the short, jazzy, show tune.
"I've Got Rhythm, good choice." He replied, with an easy smile.
I continued to play, glowing from all of his praise, truly enjoying the music I was creating. I always lost myself in song, whether I was singing, playing, or both, and I enjoyed spending time with people who understood how possible that was, Edward especially. I finished the song, and smiled in satisfaction. Not bad Bella. I wasn't as rusty as I thought.
"Good work, Bella. You are actually at a much better place than I expected. You do seem much more confident on the guitar, but confidence and comfort come with time and lots of practice. You play beautifully."
"Thanks Edward, I am looking forward to the practice. I enjoy playing and singing. It is amazing how much I remember after playing just one short song. I recall some other songs I used to enjoy performing, back in the day. Who knows, maybe I'll play them for you, once I've had some practice time under my belt." I said, with what I hope was a coy smile on my face.
"I'll look forward to it."
He moved towards me, sitting next to me on the bench.
"May I?" He asked. "I'd like to play something for you, if that is OK"
"Oh, of course." I replied, sliding over, to give him more room.
He slid to the center of the bench, cracking his knuckles before he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and set his fingers to the keys.
The music that came from his hands was nothing short of miraculous. The song he played was slow and soulful, and full of longing. It was beautiful, even though I couldn't recognize the composer, I recognized the talent behind the piece. Who ever had written this, knew emotion, knew music. Edward seemed lost in the music for a moment, totally playing the piece from memory, as he had no sheet music present in front of him.
I sat beside him, my eyes glued to his perfect face as I watched him play, totally mesmerized by the sight of him. I couldn't help myself. I wanted him, so badly, I could no longer deny what was in my heart.
I was in love with Edward Cullen.
Heart, body, and soul. All belonged to him.
The song continued on for another few moments, the music changing tempo and key a few times. It was beautiful, and poignant, and I could feel tears fill my eyes as I continued to listen. I had never heard a song played that was so full of emotion, so heartfelt in all my life.
I closed my eyes, a tear silently sliding down my cheek.
I just sat there beside him, my eyes closed, as the final notes were played and all went silent in the room, save the sound of our breathing. I heard him close the lid over the keys with a small click.
"Bella … Bella open your eyes."
I opened them. Edward was looking at my intensely. I could see concern in his eyes, mixed with some other emotion, longing maybe?
"Edward, that was … that was beautiful."
"I'm glad you like it … it's yours."
"Mine? What do you mean?"
"I mean, it's yours … I wrote it for you."
"Edward … I … Why?" It was the only thing I could think of to say. This beautiful, talented man, had composed a song for me, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why he would do it.
"Bella … you inspire me." He replied, his hand lifting to cup my cheek.
"Edward, I don't know what to say." I answered honestly, because I didn't.
Edward then did the one thing I had been dying to do since I got there. He slid forward on the bench, pulling closer to me, his hand never leaving my face; he hesitated briefly before he bent his head and set his lips to mine.
The kiss was slow, and soft, a sweet, tender brushing of our lips before he pulled back, his eyes meeting mine.
"I'm so sorry about the other day, Bella." He said, softly.
"Edward, there's nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry, for jumping on you."
"Bella, never apologize for that. Never for one moment think that I didn't want that, want you."
"Edward… I-"
He stood suddenly, backing away from the piano and me, and ran his hand roughly through his hair.
"Damn it, I'm not getting this right."
"What do you mean Edward?" I responded, puzzled by his sudden rush of emotion.
"Bella, I … I can't stop thinking about you … I've spent the last three nights, laying awake, thinking of you, or dreaming of you… Bella … I have tried to rationalize this thing that's going on between us, tell myself that you are off limits, because of your relationship with my sister …"
"Edward-"
"No, Bella, Please let me finish."
I sat there, nodded, as he continued.
"I'm trying to say … that I've tried… Bella … I've tried to stay away from you … from the feelings I have for you … But, I don't think I can anymore. I don't have the strength."
Oh. My. God.
Was this really happening? Did Edward just admit to having feelings for me? I couldn't fathom it. I pinched my leg to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't.
"Edward, I… I don't want you … to stay away from me."
He stepped closer to me, placed his warm hands on my bare shoulders, fingering the straps on my tank top, looking down into my eyes. He helped me to stand, his hands never leaving me as I stepped around the piano bench, and closer to him.
Wordlessly, I took the final step that brought our bodies together, finally touching. I tilted my face up to his, placing a small chaste kiss under his chiseled jaw. He bent his face to mine, his green eyes darkened with lust, before he touched his mouth to mine.
Our mouths moved frantically, lips and tongues meeting in an erotic dance. My hands resting on his hips, latched on to the belt loops, grabbing and pulling him tight to me, until I could feel his belt buckle digging into my stomach.
His hands slid down my back in teasing circles, before he reached my ass, to cup and kneed the firm flesh holding me closer to him than I though possible. His tongue sliding against mine, he ravished my mouth as I clung to him, kissing him back with everything I had, tasting him, savoring his minty sweetness.
His hands slid lower, reaching under my skirt to meet the bare flesh that was left exposed by my lace thong. He groaned, while backing me up to the nearest wall, his hand sliding down my bare, silky thigh to my knee before grabbing and hitching my leg to his hip, seeking some sweet, sweet friction where we both wanted it most.
"God … Bella … you feel so good…" He ground his hips harder into mine.
I could feel his rigid hardness pressing against me and I moved my hot, damp core against it, wanting to feel him. His hands raised to the neckline of my tank top, slowly edging it down, exposing the ice blue, lace bra I had put on this morning, to match the thong. He moaned and shuddered at the sight of it, fingering the lace before he lowered the cups exposing my breasts, and nipples to his gaze.
We stood there, me breathing heavily, my breasts heaving, while he looked his fill, until at last he lowered his head and took my left nipple into his mouth and suckled gently. He ran his tongue around the areola, teasing me as I wiggled and panted, moving against him, shamelessly, in pleasure.
"Oh, Edward … fuck … that feels so good."
I was dripping at this point, and we had on too much clothes. I placed my hands on his chest, trailing them down slowly as he continued to lick and kiss my breasts. I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt trying to work it up over his abs and chest. He lifted his head momentarily, lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it behind him to the floor, before returning his attentions to my hard, pebbled nipples.
"Edward, I want you …"
He lifted his head, looking into my eyes for a moment, assessing, seemingly looking for something in my face before he bent slightly, grasping my hips, lifting me to wrap my legs around his waist, straddling him.
He stepped away from the wall, his hands sliding to cup my ass, he turned to walk toward a staircase, and started to climb the flight of stairs, all the while I clung to him, my heels digging into his firm denim covered ass, as I kissed and sucked on his neck.
He stopped briefly at the top of the stairs to plunder my mouth again, in a brief, passionate kiss, and then continued on until he reached a closed door, hefting my weight slightly he opened it and moved us inside before kicking it closed with his foot.
His bedroom was cool and dark, his blinds drawn with just a few shafts of light streaming across his bed. I glanced around briefly, noticing the dark wood furnishings and soft navy bedspread covering his large, soft looking, king sized bed.
He laid me down on his comforter, the smooth, soft fabric, cooling my heated skin slightly.
I laid there my legs dangling over the edge of the bed as he bent down and removed my ballet flats one at a time, each of them falling to the floor with a soft, muffled thump. He ran his hands up my bare, smooth legs until he reached the waist of my skirt, sliding down the zipper slowly. I lifted my hips to assist him in the removal of it, he cursed softly at the sight of me laying there in nothing but my tank top and lace undergarments.
I sat up and removed my top, leaving me in just bra and panties, as he stood there gazing at me.
Reaching my arms behind myself, I unhooked the clasp of my bra and let the straps fall slowly down my arms, before he reached up and pulled it slowly away from my body, finally exposing me fully to his view. He didn't look disappointed.
Licking his lips, he reached his hands down and cupped my breasts, testing their weight and shape in his hands, massaging gently. I lifted my hands to his belt buckle, undoing it and pulling the belt free, I let it fall to the floor with a metallic clatter. My fingers went to the button of his jeans and his hands held mine, stopping me.
"Not yet baby. Let me." He said, his voice husky and low.
Oh lord, he called me baby, I think I just came. OK, maybe not yet, but I was close, the sound of his velvet voice, whispering endearments was almost too much for me to handle.
He guided me to lay back, his hands traveling down my chest, stopping briefly to fondle my nipples, then trailing lower to caress my stomach. He reached the waistband of my thong and hesitated, running his fingers along the ridge, his fingers lingering over my hipbones, teasing me.
"Edward, please…" I was ready and willing to beg for him.
He smirked down at me and let his warm fingers trail beneath the fabric, slowly working the now soaked thong down my hips, silently guiding me to lift, to remove the offending garment. He dragged them down my legs at a torturous pace, before at last they finally dangled there from his fingers, and he let them drop silently to the floor.
I lay, panting up at him, my vision, glazed with lust, as he ran his hands back up my legs, beginning at the sensitive sole of my feet, up to my quivering thighs. I moaned and arched my back as he traced a pattern over the smooth skin of my inner thigh, bent over at the waist he closed his eyes and breathed deeply taking in the obvious scent of my arousal.
I wanted his pants off, and his hard cock deep inside me, but I was transfixed by the sight of his wet pink tongue as it slid along his bottom lip, moistening it.
I moved to sit up but he stayed me with his hand, as he bent further and pressed a wet, hot, kiss to my stomach, his fingers touching me where I wanted him most, tracing my wet flesh with his fingertips; I shivered at the contact, my hips leaving the bed, in an effort to get closer to him.
Finally, his hands went to his jeans, releasing the button and lowering his zipper with a soft, rasping sound. It was my turn to stay his hands, as I sat up and placed my hands over his, moving them aside as I gripped his waist band and slid his jeans down over his hips, leaving him standing before me, jeans pooled at his ankles, in a pair of snug black boxer briefs, that left nothing to the imagination. The hard ridge of his aroused cock was clearly outlined against the soft, dark cotton.
I reached my hand out and traced his length with a finger; he was huge. I had forgotten just how big he was. He hissed at the contact. Encouraged and feeling more confident, I stroked his length fuller through the fabric, squeezing gently.
Looking up into his eyes, I lowered his briefs, sending them to pool at him feet, with his jeans. He stepped out of the mass of denim and cotton, his erection bobbing slightly with his movements. I scooted back on the bed until I was sitting in the center of it and beckoned him closer, reaching for him.
"Edward… Please… I want…" I was rambling at this point, lost in a sea of lust and need.
"Bella, are you sure?" He asked, serious for a moment.
I nodded and reached for him again, as he moved forward, climbing onto the bed on his knees, almost prowling towards me, his eyes dark as emeralds.
He moved his hands to my bent knees, spreading them as he looked down on me intently. He look on his face as he gazed down at my nakedness was empowering, never before had I felt so sexy, so beautiful, so alive. His hands slid up my legs as he reached the firm flesh on my rear lifting my hips in his hands, his chest rising and falling erratically, as he lifted me higher and brought my hips to his, pressing his hard, hot cock against my damp core.
I wanted him inside me, filling me deeply, as I knew only he could. He groaned and ground his hardness against me.
"Oh, God, Bella, I have to be inside of you-"
"Yes, Edward please…" I was near sobbing now, I needed him so.
"Bella, I need to get a-"
"Edward, I'm on the pill, I'm safe, please … now … I need you…"
Edward smiled as he lowered my hips back to the bed and leaned over me, his hands braced beside my head on the bed, our lower bodies pressed tight together. I rolled my hips against his pulsing erection, moaning loudly at the contact.
He took his hard cock in one hand, stroking it a few times before sliding the head against my wet slit, rubbing around the moisture he found there, before guiding his hardness to my opening and pushing slowly into me, both of us groaning, as he slid in further.
I grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me, causing him to enter me fully, deeply. The feeling of him buried deep inside me was exquisite. I rolled my hips again, urging him to move and he didn't disappoint, pulling back and thrusting into me swiftly, causing me to cry out in joy.
He set a feverish rhythm of thrusts, the sound of our flesh slapping together loud in the otherwise quiet room. My breathing was harsh and I was pretty sure he was mumbling something unintelligible as he slammed into me over and over again.
I locked my legs around his waist as he continued to move at a bruising pace, pistoning his hardness into me. He reached down to where our bodies became one and fingered my clit, stroking firm circles over it, causing me to writhe against him moaning and whimpering. My hands running up and down his chest rubbing his firm muscles, now covered in a damp mist of sweat, causing them to glisten in the low light of the room. He was incredible.
I was so close, ready to come, I could feel my orgasm approaching. His fingers, moving insistently against my tight bundle of nerves as he stroked into me was going to be my undoing.
"Oh- oh God … oh yes… Edward…"
"Yes, baby … come on Bella…" He punctuated the phrase with more of his hard thrusts, moving quicker now.
"E- Ed- ward, I … I'm gonna … come"
"Oh. (thrust) Please. (thrust) Bella. (thrust) Baby. (thrust) Come. (thrust) For. (thrust) Me." He was frantic, nearing his own release, at a pace to rival my own.
His fingers stilled for the fraction of a second, before he took my clit between his fingers and pinched, lightly.
My eyes clenched tightly closed, I exploded, my orgasm rocketing through me, bright and intense. Waves of pleasure moving through my body as Edward continued to move over me, into me, his thrusts quickening, becoming more erratic as he came, shouting his release, his orgasm as intense as mine, he collapsed onto me, bracing himself over me, to keep from crushing me under his weight.
We lay there, breathing heavy for a moment before he slid to the side to lay beside me, pulling me into his arms, he buried his face into my hair. As our breathing slowed and our bodies cooled, I became more aware of what we had just done.
I just had sex with Edward Cullen, and it was fan-fucking-tastic. No pun intended.
"Bella, was that OK?" He asked me after a moment, running his fingers up and down my arm in a soothing gesture.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, that was amazing, you're amazing." I replied, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
He brought one hand up and tangled it in my now messed hair, seeking to deepen the kiss.
"Oh no you don't, we need to get some work done this afternoon, and I have to meet Alice at 6:00 so she can play dress up Bella with me before tonight's excursion." I said, chuckling, as I got out of bed, and hunted for my clothes.
"Such a slave driver Swan." Edward responded, shaking his head, laughing as he pulled on his now rumpled jeans.
We finished dressing quickly and made our way back downstairs to Edward's music room to get in some practice, before I had to leave to meet the evil pixie for her special brand of torture. The rest of the afternoon went pretty smoothly, the lack of awkwardness, a true joy. Who would have thought that sex was a viable stress reliever.
The two us passed the next few hours, playing different songs on the piano, finally deciding on two for tonight, Edward critiquing my playing when needed, giving advice when I asked for it. All too soon, it was time to head home. I sadly, didn't want to leave.
This afternoon had been a dream, the music, the company, the afternoon in Edward's bed, all of it was just unreal.
I gathered my things, Edward walking me to the door he bent down to kiss my lips softly.
"Bella, today was…" he trailed off, running a hand through his hair, shifting from foot to foot, boyishly.
The sight of Edward, blushing, as he searched for the right words, was a stunning sight indeed, and incredibly endearing. I really did love this man.
"Yeah, it was. Um, I'll see you in a few hours, right?"
"Yes, that you will, and Bella?"
"Yes, Edward?"
"I'd like to think that today wasn't just a one time thing, I mean, I'd like to spend more time with you."
"I'd really like that Edward." I smiled broadly as I walked down his front steps towards my car.
The drive home took longer than usual, Friday night rush hour traffic in full affect, but I didn't care. In my mind, I wasn't sitting in my beat up old truck, in stop and go traffic, I was back with Edward, reliving the magic of our afternoon together, and it was a fine place to be. A fine place indeed.
A/n: Whew! Well then. So. Um, yeah. How bout that Lemon, huh? Those crazy kids just couldn't help themselves…
Don't you just love that stage of a new relationship? The magic, all healing power of a good shag? Got to love it!
So, I know that some of you will be very upset with me for the fact they didn't get it on, on the piano, and I say, I haven't ruled it out… but come on? Their first time? No that needed to happen in a bed. I know that it wasn't necessarily all flowers and soft kisses and gentle loving, but believe me, first times aren't always… some times you just got to have the person… OK, enough of that before I get you all worked up again…
I say, if you want some hot piano sexing… please press that little button at the bottom of the screen and review… I know I'm such a dirty review whore… but what can I say… that how I get down! ;-)
Next chapter … open mic night … and a very special conversation with Edward and Alice! So get on with it… the more you review, the faster I write!