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Chapter 31: Party Weekend Part 2
Bella's POV
I woke up and stretched with my arms above my head. The blanket slipped down, and I felt the cool air hit my chest. My bare chest. I reached for the sheet and yanked it back to cover me. I looked around to see I was in Edward's bedroom at the Cullen's house. I felt myself blush when I remembered what had occurred pre-nap. God, it felt good. He made me feel good. I smiled at the memory. I heard the door open, and my heart began to race.
I calmed down when I noticed it was Edward. He was holding a tray and looking down to watch where he stepped. His hair was damp, and he was dressed in a different shirt and pair of jeans. I assumed he had taken a shower. He shut the door with his foot quietly and looked up at me. When he noticed I was awake, he gave me his crooked grin. I turned on my side to rest on my elbow and propped my head in my hand. I held the sheet to my chest feeling shy despite our previous activities. He sat the tray on the bedside table before crawling to me for a kiss. I lingered on his lips a moment longer than necessary before pulling back and tucking the blanket further around me.
"How was your nap?" Edward asked as he sat down next to me.
"Good," I answered with a contented sigh. "Thank you for letting me sleep. I didn't get much last night." I sat up and looked around for my shirt. He plucked his off the floor and handed it to me. I pulled it over my head and scooted against the headboard closer to him.
"I brought you lunch." He pulled the tray onto my lap. On it was a sandwich, chips, and a glass of water. "I know it's not much, but mom was so focused on things going on outside that she wanted to make something easy." I picked up the sandwich and took a bite.
"This is great," I said after I swallowed my food. "I've never eaten in bed before." I said offhandedly.
"Not even breakfast in bed?" He looked at me curiously. I shook my head as I took another bite. "Well, that's going to change. Everyone needs to be served breakfast in bed." I smiled at him. I loved all the little things he did for me. "Next time you stay at my place, which is soon I hope, I'll wear you out so you sleep soundly. Then I'll make you a full breakfast so you can replenish your energy before we go again." I blushed at his comment, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to it. He didn't wait for a comment. "I've been recruited to help arrange tables outside. The decorations haven't been put up yet, so all of us strong men are going to help." I giggled as he flexed his arms. "When you're finished eating you're welcome to take a shower or not. I laid out a towel and washcloth for you just in case. Rose and Angela are downstairs trying to stay out of the way. I'm sure they'd love the company when you're ready."
"Okay. Thank you again."
"You're more than welcome, love." He leaned forward and kissed me before walking back out.
I finished lunch and grabbed clean clothes from my bag before making my way to the bathroom across the hall. I laid out the clothes and noticed that Edward had already placed my toiletries next to the sink and in the shower. He was so considerate. I closed and locked the door before getting undressed. I tossed my dirty clothes into a pile so I could carry them back to my bag and grabbed the washcloth. I stopped when I looked in the mirror.
I ran my fingers over the scars. The skin was a light brown color and stretched taut. There were four total. Two ran the length of my torso intersecting the two that swept from one side diagonally down. I'd gotten them over three different 'visits' as they called them. I didn't really feel the touch of my fingers. The actual scars were numb and always would be. I turned around to look at the tally marks on my back. They were raised and rough. Thirteen. Unlucky thirteen. I don't know how I hid them from Renee and Phil. I would clean the cuts myself and wash as much blood from the rags as possible, but there was always blood left. They were ugly. Edward had kissed them though, every one of them. I smiled at the memory my heart at ease for once.
Once I was dressed and had put the dirty clothes away, I grabbed the empty tray and walked downstairs. I took it into the kitchen and washed the dishes. I looked out the widow and watched people carry tables and chairs from the front to the backyard. Alice had mentioned in passing that 145 people had RSVP'd. This was going to be a crazy night. Once my dishes were cleaned, dried, and put away, I poured a glass of water and found my way to the back patio.
Rosalie and Angela were sitting at a table watching the coordinated chaos and looking highly amused. They greeted me enthusiastically and returned their attention to the scene in the yard. Emmett came jogging up, and Rosalie handed him a glass of water.
"Mini Hitler is crazy," he said a little winded. Rosalie and Angela giggled.
"Emmett!" I heard Alice yell from somewhere. "I need you." I laughed when I realized he had nicknamed Alice. He rolled his eyes before jogging back out there.
I finally took stock of how the backyard had been transformed. There were four small white tents, small being about ten feet by ten feet, on the corners of the property. In the middle were two large, probably about fifty feet by fifty feet, white tents. There were sides to the tents, which was probably just as well, because this was Forks. The odds of it raining were great. Tables were being carried into the large tents so I assumed that's where Alice's voice came from.
"You look refreshed," Angela said. I pulled my damp hair over my shoulder and nodded while trying to suppress the large grin I could feel building. Refreshed wasn't the right word; very pleased was more appropriate.
"I think the accurate term would be thoroughly fucked," Rosalie said. "But since this is Bella, I'll acquiesce and say thoroughly satisfied." They both looked over at me, and I felt myself grow hot.
"Bella!" Angela exclaimed. "Pray tell."
"Oh God," I groaned. I knew they wouldn't assent, so I gathered all the courage I could to tell them about our earlier activities. "Umm….well we…ugh, I don't even know where to start."
"Over or under?" Rosalie asked. I looked at her confusedly. "Over or under the clothes?"
"Both."
"Explain."
"Shirt off, bra off, pants on." Angela giggled.
"You're making it sound so clinical," she said. "It's enjoyable, Bella. Make it sound that way."
"He did make it very enjoyable. He's touched my breasts before, but I've never had my shirt off, and he's never…"
"Kissed them," Angela supplied. I appreciated her tact. I nodded.
"Kissed them, licked them, sucked them, rolled them…"
"Rose!" I exclaimed. She could be so crass.
"Are you going to call me a liar?"
"Well…no." She just laughed.
"And further south?"
"It was nice." I smiled as I thought about what his hands could do. "It was beyond nice."
"Did you…" Angela trailed off.
"What she's asking is if you orgasmed, came, got off?"
"Rose! How can you be so…blunt about all this?" She rolled her eyes and huffed before sitting back in her chair.
"Sex is not a taboo subject. I think the reason there are so many problems, be it STDs, accidental pregnancies, and teen pregnancies, is because people don't talk about it." I loved how one minute she could be crass and sarcastic and the next she's serious.
"Yes. I had an orgasm," I said as bluntly as I could. "I didn't know it felt so…so…"
"So ungh," Angela supplied. As she said it her face scrunched in a pleasurable way, she shuddered at the thought, and she ran her hands up and down her thigh. I knew exactly what she meant.
"Yes!" We all giggled.
"Wait," Rosalie said and looked over at me. "Do you mean you had never had an orgasm before?" I felt my cheeks heat but shook my head in confirmation. "Bella, never?"
"You make it sound like a sin."
"It should be. Everyone should know that pleasure." I shifted in my seat and pulled my legs to my chest. "Just wait till he actually touches you. I mean without a barrier. It's so much more intense. Did you have any trouble with him?"
"What do you mean?"
"Did you return the favor?"
"No." I let out a long sigh. "I wanted to, even hinted at it, but he said it was all about me."
"It's Edward we're talking about," Angela said. "I bet he didn't want you to think you had to since he just did. You'll probably have to initiate it before he gets you off."
"You really wanted to?" Rosalie asked. I nodded. "I didn't think you had it in you." I narrowed my eyes at her. "Don't get all defensive. It's just that you're so sweet and shy. You blush when we talk about kissing. I just didn't know you were there yet." Angela giggled.
"It's always the quiet ones, you know," she said and giggled again. "I should know." We all laughed at her comment.
"I don't know why I even offered," I said. "It's not like I have the slightest clue as to what to do. I'd probably just disappoint him."
"You won't. He's a man; you touch him and he's happy."
"I don't want him to be okay with it. I want him to enjoy it." Rosalie looked at me with an examining eye. "What?"
"Do you want some advice?"
"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but yes." She smiled with an 'I told you so' look.
"Okay. Listen carefully." For the next ten minutes, she and Angela gave me tips about what to do, what to expect, and what to avoid. While I'm sure I stayed a brilliant red throughout the conversation, it was much appreciated. It made me feel a bit more at ease.
"Okay!" We heard Alice yell. She stepped out from one of the tents to gather everyone's attention. "I want everyone that's not getting paid to head inside. You can't see the rest until tonight."
Emmett, Edward, Jasper, and Ben walked up to the porch looking sweaty and tired. Edward always looked nice, but he looked so sexy after hard labor. I handed him my glass of water and he drank greedily. I watched his Adam's apple bob as he gulped headily. He sat the glass down, and I couldn't help but stare as his chest rose and fell rapidly. I wanted to follow the bead of sweat that formed on his neck down to wherever it disappeared below his shirt. I'd never understood how Rosalie could think a man looked edible until this moment.
I looked up and met his eyes. He was staring at me intently with a smirk planted on his face. I had been caught ogling my boyfriend, and I didn't care enough to blush. I wanted him. I looked around to see who else had caught me, but they were all wrapped up in their own world. Angela and Ben were sitting close together whispering to each other. She was giggling at something he said, and he had his arm resting on her shoulders. Rosalie and Emmett were kissing. It was chaste for them until she started rubbing against his thighs. I glanced back up at Edward and offered my hand. He pulled me up, and I turned for the door without dropping his hand. I stepped inside and pulled him towards the stairs.
"What are you doing, Bella?" he asked with a playful hint to his voice. I smiled back at him.
"I'm taking you upstairs," I answered and tugged at his hand to get him moving again. I walked into his room and locked the door behind us. I turned to him and pulled him down for a kiss. He hummed against my lips and pulled my body into his.
"We're upstairs. What now?" Unable to resist, I licked the trail that the sweat had followed while we were on the porch. I stopped when his shirt got in the way and reached to pull the offending piece of material off.
"I want to make you feel good." I moved to kiss down his chest. His breath left him in a whoosh.
"You do make me feel good." He was rubbing my arms then one hand moved to cup the back of my neck. I looked up at him. Maybe he doesn't want me touching him. He was looking at me with hooded eyes. "What is it, love?"
"Do you not want me to touch you?" I needed to know.
"What?" He looked at me with furrowed brows before cupping my face in his hands. "Bella, love, don't look at me like that. I want you. Don't doubt that, ever. I just don't want you to feel pressured to do anything."
"You've never made me feel pressured to do anything." He leaned forward and kissed me slowly. "I want to do this." He searched my eyes for something.
"If you're sure." I smiled and pushed him towards the bed. He tripped over an abandoned shoe and fell back onto the bed taking me with him. I fell onto his chest and giggled. He smiled at me before pulling me back in for a kiss.
After a moment, I shifted and felt his growing erection. Suddenly, this didn't seem like the best idea. I had no idea what to do. Sure, Rosalie and Angela gave me pointers, but I'd never touched a man, at least not willingly. I'd never even seen a man naked. I had never looked, just closed my eyes and tried to forget where I was. What if he didn't like it? Would he still want me? I guess I had stopped when my thoughts overwhelmed me, because I felt Edward shaking me slightly and calling my name.
"Huh?" I asked once I focused on him again.
"Are you okay? You weren't here," he asked. I could see the concern in his face. I nodded. "Bella, you don't have to do this."
"I want to." He looked at me skeptically. "I was just thinking. I don't know what I'm doing. I've never done this before. What if you don't like it?" He smiled tenderly.
"I'll love it, because it's you, but we don't have to do this right now."
"I want to," I said with conviction.
"Okay." He pulled me back to him for a long, passionate kiss. "I'll show you what to do if you want."
I kissed him again as his hands traveled over my body. I moved my hand from his shoulder down his torso and over his jeans. I could feel him through the denim. His breath hitched. I rubbed him applying more pressure with each pass. His breath became heavy along with his eyes. His beautiful chest heaved, and a small moan passed through his lips. I rolled to his side so I was in a more comfortable position. He grabbed the back of my neck to pull me into a kiss. It was much more insistent and heady than any before.
I popped the button on his jeans and slowly dragged his zipper down. He groaned into the kiss but never pulled back. I reached into his jeans above his boxers and could feel the definition of him. My hand couldn't wrap fully around him, he was that big. At least, I assumed that was big. I hadn't seen anything to compare him against. I pulled back to breathe and swallow thickly.
"Take your time, baby," he said. His voice was deep and rough. The sentence sounded strained.
"I want to feel you," I told him. He groaned.
"God, I want you to, too." He pulled his jeans down just enough that my hand wasn't trapped. I let go of him and heard him sigh. I grabbed the jeans and pulled them off him. I looked up and could see his boxers tented. I laid back down beside him and placed my hand on his stomach. I scratched lightly, and his muscles contracted. "Take your time."
"I love you."
"I love you too," he said with a smiled. I moved my hand down to the waistband. I traced the skin above it waiting for my courage to build. His breath deepened as he closed his eyes. I watched his face as I moved my hand under his boxers. I took a deep breath before touching him. I ran my fingers down his length and back up. His breath hitched, his mouth fell open, and his hands gripped the bed sheet and my neck.
I didn't know what I was expecting but it wasn't for him to feel like a steel rod covered in soft, smooth velvet. I used my fingers to explore his member getting accustomed to the feel of him. I looked down to where my hand was in his boxers. I watched as my hand moved under the fabric. I listened to his breathing enjoying the fact that I was the one causing it. I could imagine what I was touching, but I'd never seen a man naked before. I wanted to know.
"I want to see you," I whispered.
"Are you sure?" I nodded. I looked up to see his eyes still closed and voiced my answer. "Remove them when you're ready." I pulled them down without waiting. He lifted his hips to help me. I gasped when I saw him. It wasn't what I was expecting. I'd heard Rosalie and Alice call them beautiful. I wouldn't go that far, but I was intrigued. I wrapped my hand around him.
"You're so big." He groaned as I started moving my hand over him. "What do I do?"
"You're doing great." I continued what I was doing. I watched as liquid seeped out of the tip. I moved my hand over the head and spread it. "Yeah," he groaned. "Spread it around. It'll make your movements easier." I did as he said.
"What do I do? What will make you feel good?"
"Let me show you." He placed his hand over mine, dwarfing it. He squeezed my grip so I tightened my hand. He squeezed the base and twisted as he moved up. He grunted and lifted his hips at the movement. "Just like that." He let go of my hand and gripped the sheet again. He started pumping his hips in time with my strokes. I looked up to see his beautiful face scrunched. I thought I might be hurting him so I stopped. His eyes flew open and he looked at me.
"Why did you stop?" he asked between pants. I told him I thought I was hurting him. "No. It feels good. It feels great. Don't stop. I mean you don't have-" I started again, and he groaned. "Bella, that feels…ungh…baby, amazing…faster." I sped up my movements. "Almost...so close…Bella." I felt him twitch and he groaned my name as he tensed and released in spurts. I watched as the white substance landed on his stomach and chest. His body fell limp and he was breathing as if he had just run a mile. He used the hand on my neck to pull me to him for a searing kiss. He pulled back not long after needing to breathe.
"I'll be right back," I said.
I went to the bathroom and washed my hands then wet a washcloth under the warm water. I took it back to his bedroom to find he hadn't moved an inch. I crawled onto the bed and wiped him clean. He was out cold. I giggled silently remembering Rosalie talk about how men always slept after sex. I started to get up to put the washcloth in the hamper and go downstairs to see if there was anything I could do to help. I pulled the covers over him and leaned down to kiss him lightly. He reached up and pulled me down onto the bed. He pulled me against his chest and sighed before falling back into a peaceful sleep.
AN: EPIC NOTE. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. It's great to be back after the break. :) I know the update is short, but the chapter got too heavy to have all the info in it so I'm splitting it up. You can thank my new fabulous beta, TwilightDramaTeach, for that. Which also means, the next chapter is almost done. I'll post it on Wednesday so you can look forward to a mid-week treat. :) So, how did you like this? Leave me a review, and I'll send you a sneak peek at the next chapter. :)
IMPORTANT: I posted the first outtake from Gradual Healing. It's under the title Gradual Healing: Outtakes. (I know; so original.) If you don't have me on author alert, jump over to my author page to find it. It's Charlie's POV from Chapter 25.
HUGE THANKS: Bouncy 72 sent me a message letting me know I was nominated at the Golden Chocolate Awards for Best Rosalie and Emmett through my story How It's Gotta Be. Thank you for letting me know. Second thanks is for whoever nominated me. I don't know who it was, or I'd give you a personal thank you. I'm flattered they liked it that much. Voting begins on October 26. I'd appreciate your support.
On a personal note: I'm way super excited, stoked, giddy, on cloud nine. I have a court hearing on Wednesday for my dad, well step-dad, to finally adopt me. We had to wait until I was legally an adult, because my bio-dad fought it. Then I went off the college and was never home to be able to go to a hearing. So, now, at 23, it's finally going to happen. I was just too happy and had to share with someone. :)