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The third day, we went snorkeling and I couldn't get enough of the fish. They were beautiful. Edward had to literally drag me out of the water. I was glad I had been inspired enough to buy a water friendly camera to take photos of the multicolored fish.
In the evening, we went to the horses and when I was next to a huge black horse, I didn't like the idea of riding anymore.
Jose, the horse caretaker, brought me a smaller, white horse. I was grateful for that, but it still scared me. I had to trust the horse not to throw me off.
"Come on, Bella. It's not going to bite you," Edward groaned, already sitting on the black horse.
"I'm not so sure. I think you should do this alone," I suggested. "I'll stay here and cheer on you."
"No fucking you. Get on the horse!"
With a heavy sigh and Jose's help, I was on the white horse. Jose told me to be careful with the harness. If I held it leisure, the horse would walk slowly. It sounded easy, but I had a feeling that by the end of this experience I'd be sporting a few new bruises.
"How do I start it?" I mumbled.
Jose laughed at my stupid question. "Just nudged her stomach gently with your feet."
The fenced area was large and I knew the horse could run if she wanted. That didn't sound right. Horse…she. How was a she-horse called? But before I could ask, I had already nudged her with my feet and she was walking.
I might have squeaked and tightened my hands on the harness.
"Easy, Mrs. Cullen! Don't prance her!" Jose shouted.
Edward rode close to me and loosened my grip on the harness. "Easy. If you tug, you hurt her mouth and she knows that as a move to go faster. I'm sure you don't want that."
"How do you know so much about horses?" I wondered, letting my hands rest against the soft mane.
"I always liked them, I guess."
"You're full of surprises, Mr. Cullen," I teased him. "First, the motorcycle, now the horse. What else did you hide from me?"
"I didn't hide it. We never got talking about any of those things." Edward shrugged. "How about a tour of the area?"
"I'm not so sure," I mumbled.
"Follow my movements," Edward said softly.
I paid great attention to his hands and did the same then we were moving again. I started enjoying the movement and when I caught his eye, I knew he was thinking the same thing as me. Dirty minds think alike, or lust filled minds think alike. Whatever. His eyes were a dark green, almost black and he kept licking his lips.
Daring to test a theory, I made the horse walk a little faster and swallowing my fear, I was almost jumping on the saddle. I heard Edward cough and with the corner of my eye, I saw him shifting in his saddle. Throwing him a huge grin over my shoulder, I let the horse run a little.
It was exciting, in both meanings of the word. I realized why the sexual position was called riding – it was exactly like this.
I tugged slowly on the harness like Jose had explained and the horse stopped running. I directed her to Jose where Edward was demounting his horse. When we stopped, Edward helped me off and as I slid to the ground, he allowed me to feel how hard he was. I ignored his blatant suggestion to hurry back to the villa and turned to Jose.
"So what do you call a she-horse?" I asked, running my hand over the white horse's mane.
Jose laughed and I felt Edward shaking in silent laughter behind me. "It's called mare, and please don't say she-horse. It makes me think of transsexuals," he told me with a smile.
"Sorry, I had no idea how to ask." I shrugged sheepishly. "Can we come back tomorrow?" I turned to Edward.
His eyes grew impossibly large and after swallowing a few times, he nodded. Ah, it was so funny to see him like this. We said farewell to Jose and walked back to our villa. On the way back, we stopped for dinner.
I had completely forgotten about how I teased him with the horse, but the moment the door of the villa closed behind us, Edward attacked me. Lucky I had opted for a short navy plaid skirt. My panties didn't survive his eager hands and we didn't make it to the bed. Again. We'd have made love on the bed only a handful of times which was a shame. The bed was perfect, but the walls seemed to get a lot of action.
"You're such a tease, Bella," Edward gasped against my neck, holding me to him as he moved urgently inside me.
"But you liked it," I said in a long moan, locking my arms behind his neck.
"Actually, I didn't. You made me jealous of a horse," he said into my hair. "A mare, to be precise."
"That's awful," I teased him, pressing my lips along the column of his neck.
He switched our positions and lowered against the wall until he was sitting on the floor, with his back against the wall. I knew instantly what he wanted. And I gave it to him. Bracing on his shoulders, I tried imitating my previous movement from when I was in the saddle. Edward kept moaning and cursing, his hands moving everywhere, his eyes closed, his head pressed against the wall. I kept riding him until I felt his hands on my ass, squeezing my cheeks tightly. That seemed to trigger something and I exploded around him, bringing him over the edge too.
"Fuuuck," Edward hissed, raising his hips, attempting to ride his orgasm, prolonging it. "That was fantastic. We need to do it again," he told me seriously.
"When I'm in better shape," I rasped out. "I have to do all the work."
He laughed, bringing me to his chest. "We can go running every evening," he suggested.
"Or not," I mumbled into his shoulder.
"I want a repeat of that. I'm serious."
"Of course, you do!" I kissed his collar bone, snuggling better in his arms.
"Don't fall asleep," Edward said loudly. "You promised to go on a walk along the beach."
"'morrow," I mumbled sleepily.
"What morrow?" I heard him asking confused, but I was too tired to answer.
When I woke up, I was on the bed, in his arms. He was spooning me and I could feel him hard against my ass. Being more than awake, I wriggled my butt against his erection which resulted in a groan and a grind from Edward. We kept moving like that and I was sure I could come only by the feeling of his delicious cock rubbing between my ass cheeks. But it wasn't right. He was still asleep.
"Edward?" I whispered, stopping my grinding.
He hummed against my back and kept pushing his hips. I tried to move away, but it wasn't a good idea. The way I shifted caused the tip of his erection to press against my hole – the only hole I was sure no one would ever touch. But the feeling made my stomach flutter. It was wrong, so very wrong, but it felt so very right.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." Edward was awake. "Holy crap," he groaned. "What are you doing?"
I swallowed, unsure what was going on. A part of me wanted to try that, but I knew it would hurt. I was sure. And I had no idea if he wanted that. It was gross, I was sure of that.
Edward's hand came to my hip, stilling me. "We can't," he whispered against my skin.
I realized I was upset by his statement. What the hell was wrong with me? "Oh-kay," I said on a shaky voice. Now I was crying.
"Hey." Edward turned me around and hugged me tightly. "Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?" His hands brushed the tears away, but more rolled down my cheeks. I had no idea why I was crying.
I just shook my head, trying to get control over the cascade that was falling from my eyes.
"Bella, talk to me, baby."
I snorted then a small giggle erupted from my chest. He had rarely called me 'baby', but I quite liked it despite the fact that I always hated that term of endearment.
"Bella, say something. What's so funny?"
"I want to," I admitted to his chest, not brave enough to look him in the eye.
"What do you want? Anything, you know that, right? I'll give you anything."
"I want that," I confessed to his chest, tracing a hand over the dust of hair.
"That? What is that?" Edward asked confused, rising my chin. I clenched my eyes shut. "Hey, look at me."
I bit my lip and slowly opened my eyes only to find his green ones looking at me confused and worried.
"Tell me," he urged me, running the back of his fingers over my cheek. "Anything."
I swallowed thickly and searched his eyes, unsure of how to say it. Was it even wise to say it? He didn't seem into it.
"That…what almost happened," I said so softly that I barely heard myself.
Edward's eyes widened and his mouth dropped then he shook his head and took a huge breath. "Oh, that."
"What do you mean, 'oh, that'?" I asked worried.
"What do you want me to say?" he asked defensively. "I've always wanted to try that shit. But I don't know…it will hurt you. A lot."
"I'm sure and… Wait! You want?"
"No, no, no! We're not even talking about this, Bella!" Edward shouted.
"But come on! I want to try. It never sounded appealing…until I felt you there. Please. For me?" I batted my eyelashes, scratching my nails down his stomach.
"You don't play fair, Swan," he mumbled.
I poked him in the stomach. "That's Cullen for you."
He laughed, hugging me close to him. "Mrs. Cullen," he murmured in my ear. "But not now. We need to buy a few things, first."
"Guts?" I wondered before bursting in laughter.
"I was thinking of lube, but guts work. We both need a lot of guts to do this," he said seriously. "I don't even know why I'm considering this."
I slung my leg over his waist and kissed his mouth. "Thank you." The position was perfect for him to slip inside me. We had tired a lot of new positions and this one seemed really nice too. Then I thought about something and stopped moving. "Have you…" I looked between us, at the sheet, not knowing how to continue.
Edward didn't seem to hear me because he continued to move gently inside me. When he rolled me on my back, he bent my knee so it was pressed to my chest. I had no idea I was that flexible. It took a few more moments until we came undone.
Edward flopped on his back, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. "You were saying?"
I laughed. He had managed to make me lose my train of thoughts again. "Oh, yes. I was wondering…if you ever…you know…have you…?"
A frown appeared between his brows. "I didn't understand one iota of that tangled question."
I huffed and blurted out the most atrocious thing ever. "Have you ever fucked anyone in the butt?"
Edward burst in laughter and he didn't seem able to stop laughing. There were actual tears in his eyes as he held his stomach. It wasn't funny. It was serious! I kept looking at my neurotic husband until he finally calmed down and when he looked up at me, he burst in a fresh round of laughter.
"Okay! Can you stop laughing?" I moaned.
"I'm so sorry, but I can't believe you said that," he apologized, sobering up. "There were a lot of bad words in that question," he added with a cheeky grin.
"And I'm expecting an answer. An honest one," I announced him.
"Are you serious now?" he asked, all traces of humor gone.
"You've done it?" I asked in disbelief.
"NO!" he yelled then cleared his throat. "I hadn't even thought about that until a couple of years ago. It was one time when I talked with Emmett and he said something about this. I told him it was plain fucking gross and I got a look of shock from him and a detailed explanation that it felt much tighter and better than a pussy. That's when I realized he had tried it with Rosalie. Did you know?"
"What?" It was all I could say.
"Yeah, well, he gave me a lot to think about. For a short while, I kept thinking of a way to ask you but then I thought better of it, knowing you'd never accept anything like that."
"I would have said no, but now I'm saying yes," I added quickly. "Can we at least try?"
Edward sighed, pressing his forehead against mine. "Try. Just try," he agreed.
I wanted to squeal, but refrained. While he showered, I looked through the suitcase and like every morning, I found new stuff. When I thought I had run out of bathing suits, I found a new black one. I wasn't really sure how much it was going to cover but I grabbed it anyway, along with a white sundress.
Edward finished in the bathroom and appeared in the room naked with a grin on his face. "Forgot the clothes." He shrugged.
"Forgot, my ass," I grumbled and marched to the bathroom.
"Stop saying the word ass!" He yelled after me, making me laugh. And because I felt like acting silly, I cracked the bathroom door open and shouted "Ass! Ass! Ass! Ass! Ass!" Then I shut and locked the door.
"That's not fucking nice! Now I have to eat breakfast with a hard on!" Edward complained, rattling the door handle.
"Is that even possible?" I wondered, starting the shower.
"Yes! But you'll take care of me, right?" he asked sultry.
I finished my shower quickly and slipped into the latest bathing suit then I opened the door and found him sitting Indian style in front of it.
"I was asking if it is possible to eat with a hard on. It sounds difficult. Normal people use hands," I said as seriously as I could.
"Normal people," Edward emphasized, getting up. "Use forks. And more important, normal people don't try to kill their partner."
"Am I killing you? I merely asked a question." I grinned up at him. That's when I saw his dark eyes dancing over my chest. The bikini top was cutting across my breasts making them look more than they actually were.
"How about we skip breakfast?"
"I'm hungry," I informed him. "Then we're going to the beach for sunbathing. Later, we're going back to the horses and tonight, we're going on that stroll down the beach."
"All I want is you on the bed," he said honestly.
I rolled my eyes and went to the room to grab my sundress. I heard his breath hitching and all too soon, his hands were on me.
"Do I have to share you? I don't feel like sharing you today. You look downright indecent."
"Oh, right," I added, squirming out of his hold. "We need to stop by at a pharmacy for…what was that?" I pretended not to remember then nodded. "Right. Lube."
"Belllaaa!" Edward whined, catching me between his strong arms again. "Let's hurry the fuck up. All I want is to come back."
I giggled and slipped the dress on me. It was going to be an interesting day.
After breakfast, we went on the beach and Edward tried to shield me from everyone's view after I had the dress off.
"Put some cream on my back," I told him quietly. "And let them look. You're the only one who can touch," I reminded him.
With a huge smile, he started rubbing cream on my back and legs as I worked on my arms, chest and stomach. I really had to lose some weight. It looked horrible since my stomach wasn't flat, nor actually fat, it was something in between and I hated how it looked.
"What are you doing?" Edward inquired frowning when he saw me poking my stomach.
I let a small giggle escape me. "I hate these rings of fat."
"I don't mind them." He skimmed his fingers over my fading bruises on my sides. "It probably stopped me from breaking your pelvis."
I gave him an incredulous look before I burst in laughter. "How strong do you think you are?" I snorted out.
"Well, I dunno. But anyway, I don't care if you're…umm…" He scratched his head. I waited to hear what he was going to say. I was sure he was trying to find a nice way to say I was fat. "Plump," he mumbled, nodding to himself.
"Plump?" I asked, trying hard not to laugh.
"Plump. I know girls hate when someone calls them fat. And it's not like I think you are, but you know what I mean?" His eyes were pleading me to drop the subject. I let it slide since I didn't really like to talk about it either.
I covered his back with sunscreen cream before we lay on the towel. We decided not to go back to the horses and after dinner to come on the beach for a little while. Before we explored new things together, back in our room.
As the sun started lowering in the sky, I started growing anxious.
I was waiting for my bathing suit to dry when Edward returned from the ocean and didn't stop until he was right in front of me and hugged me tightly.
"It was nearly dry," I complained, pushing him away. My top was once again wet. Thankfully, the bottoms were dry.
"Oh, what's the big deal? You left with it wet yesterday."
"It's black. And the dress is white, genius!"
"Take it off then," Edward suggested with a cheeky grin. "You know…the dress is elastic over your breasts."
"I know better than you, I think." He was right, of course. "But I can't take the top off with the dress on. I'm afraid the black would blend with the white of the dress," I admitted.
"Come here," he whispered, taking my dress in his hands. I went there confused and he slipped it over my head, leaving it around my shoulders while he untied my top. "Now pull the dress on."
"That was a smart idea," I said proudly, leaning up to kiss his cheek before taking the top from his hands and squeezing the water from it.
"It was my fault so I had to come up with a solution."
"You're my genius," I announced to him, patting his arm. "What about your shorts?"
"I don't care. Let's go get some dessert."
"And go to the pharmacy," I added in a whisper.
After sitting at the little ice cream parlor, and barely touching any of the sweet cool dessert, we left to go buy the lube.
"You do it," Edward told me with his cheeks turning pink.
"Me? Girls don't buy lube, Edward."
"Straight guys don't, either."
I snorted, pushing him inside the pharmacy. There was a box window and every item was behind the window. That meant we had to actually ask for the lube.
To make it funnier, there was guy behind the window.
"Fuck my life," Edward mumbled. "Hi," he said in a high voice then cleared his throat.
"Hello! How can I help you?" the boy asked.
"Uh, we'd like some lube."
Was he serious? We'd like some lube? I wanted to kick his ass.
"What kind?" the boy asked professionally, but gave me a weird look.
Come on, what did straight couples use if not lube?
They don't use anything because there's no butt fun usually, a small voice said in the back of my mind.
"Lube," Edward grumbled with a shrug.
My eyes fell on the few types of condoms they had and my heart stilled. We hadn't used condoms. Not once since we came here. With the corner of my eye, I saw Edward paying for the lube, but all I could really see were the condoms.
"Bella? I said we can go."
"Uh. Right." I followed him quietly, pushing the thought away. It wasn't like something had happened, right? We had gone at it like rabbits. "Oh my God, Edward!" I cried out, stopping in the middle of the street, feeling like suffocating.
"Bella? What's wrong? Love?" He asked panicked, coming to my side.
"Oh God," I moaned. "We didn't use protection. At all."
"Well, it's the honeymoon and your period stopped a few days before the wedding. The chances are really slim."
"Are you kidding me?" I took a calming breath that didn't do much good.
He grabbed my hand and we walked in silence back to the villa. I had killed the mood, I knew it, but I was worried. I wasn't ready for that. Not now. I wanted a few years with Edward – just the two of us.
"Bella, stop worrying. Trust me. I finished med school." He stroked my cheek. "We'll use from now if it makes you feel better."
I nodded quickly. "I know you hate it, but I want the condoms back."
"Anything." He kissed my forehead and went to the duffle bag, rummaging through it. "Got them." He showed me the box.
"You want to take that walk?" I mumbled.
He nodded and we went back outside, walking along the shoreline. I liked how the waves slapped against my legs. We avoided the condom subject and by the time we went back to the villa, I was eager to try what we had established to try that morning.
As we undressed, I realized how nervous we both were. I really wanted this to work because it would be a first for both of us. I was going to have one of Edward's firsts – that's what gave me more courage.
I looked at the bed frowning, not sure how to stay or what to do. Edward was standing close to me, gazing at the bed too. When we caught the other's eye, we burst in laughter.
"Why the hell am I nervous? It's you, for Christ's sake!" he grunted, running his fingers through his hair.
"It's something you've never done," I reminded him gently.
"Right. I'm scared shitless if you must know."
"You're not the only one. Just do what feels natural," I encouraged him.
"Lean over the bed, like this, with your front to the mattress," he instructed quietly.
His hands started moving over my back and soon, I was receiving one of his great massages. When his fingers reach the dimples above my ass, his pressed his thumbs there and I moaned, raising my ass only to bump into his erection. He moved off me and before I could panic that he chickened out, he was back and his slick hand was on my ass, massaging between my cheeks. Something cool hit the top of my ass and started dripping toward where he was massaging.
I shuddered and groaned as his fingers moved right over my hole. It felt so good. Slowly, he circled the hole and with a shuddering breath, I felt his middle finger trying to get inside. My muscles clenched, rejecting him. What was wrong with my body? I wanted that! Half of his nail was inside and I realized how much tighter it was there. Then his hand disappeared and I whimpered.
"Try to relax, love. I don't know how, but try to relax," Edward whispered, dripping more lube over my crack.
I sagged into the bed, breathing through my nose, but when his finger approached my ass hole, I clenched again.
"Hmm, let's try something else." His other hand went to my pussy and started teasing me and soon I felt him mirror what he was doing to my pussy to my ass. I moaned, pressing my face into the mattress. His finger was sliding inside me and it was such a unique feeling… Then I realized that the finger was nothing. He had to get his dick inside me – that made my muscles clench around his finger.
"OW!" he cried out. "Fucking hell. I'm afraid you're going to kill Toto if I try anything for real."
"How did I hurt you?" I asked surprised, turning my head to look at him.
"I can't explain the feeling…it's like you cut the circulation, you know how you wrap the rubber band over your finger? That sensation, but much more intense," he explained.
He kept trying and before I knew it, he had two fingers inside my ass and I had no idea who was moaning louder. When Edward added more lube and a third finger, I realized it was too much, but clenched my eyes and tried to relax. I really wanted to try this with him. I was sure that his third finger was inside by the first knuckle when a sob escaped my mouth and his fingers disappeared from my ass.
"Fucking shit, woman! I told you to say something if it hurt!" he said hotly against my ear, turning me around. "We're stopping."
"No!" I cried, brushing my tears away. "Please, Edward. I want this. I need this."
"Need? Want?"
"Yes." I nodded eagerly.
"Why? You can't and that's it. I don't need this," he said seriously.
"I want to have a first with you. One of your firsts," I explained.
He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching and when he opened his eyes again, they were a vivid green. "Did I tell you how much I love you?"
"Every day?" I asked, pecking his lips before rolling back on my chest. "Try again."
This time, I was more prepared and when he had three fingers inside and moving them gently, I was really proud of my body. After moving his fingers around a little, Edward took them out and what felt like the next second I felt the head of his dick there and already past the ring of muscles, just in case I decided to reject him again.
"Oh, fuck!" he shouted. "I don't know how long I can hold it."
"I don't care," I moaned. "Just do it," I urged him.
I was sure he had used the whole lube at how wet it felt. Then he started slipping deeper and it was probably the only time I didn't like his size.
"Ah," I groaned. "Umm…can't," I hissed, biting the mattress.
"It hurts?" Edward asked worried.
"A little," I answered, shifting.
"Don't clench!" he shouted, his chest falling against my back, our sweaty skins slapping together. The movement made him slip further inside.
"Ouch," I mumbled. "Don't stop, just…don't go further. Can you try that?"
"Bella, I'm just…I think only the head is inside."
Crap. It burnt like I was being torn from inside. "Okay then…can you just move like this?" I asked, unsure.
"I'm gonna try and if it hurts, I'm outta there and never back," he said solemnly, kissing my back.
"And if I can take it? Will you be back?"
"I'm not making any promises."
With that, he started moving a little and once I pushed the pain away, the pleasure that took its place was overwhelming. I could feel my vagina's walls fluttering around nothing as he slid a little further into my ass and apologized quickly. I wasn't stopping him. I focused on the pleasure and it was exquisite. I moaned loudly, pushing back against him.
"O...ka… y?" Edward rasped into my ear.
"Perfect."
It took two more pushes for him to shoot his load into my ass, although I realized he was wearing a condom since nothing actually touched me.
"Relax," Edward whispered hoarsely. I relaxed as much as I could, allowing him to slip out of me then raise me on my knees and bury his face into my pussy. It took me a few licks and sucks to come undone.
"Fuck, that was hot."
I turned my head to smile at him, not really feeling my limbs. I felt for him and wrapped my arm around his stomach, closing my eyes.
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