Chapter 10
EPOV
I knew somebody was going to hear us, God damn it. I'm just grateful it was Emmett, and that he was considerate enough of Bella to pretend he hadn't heard a thing until he sent her downstairs.
"Merry Christmas Jingle Bells!" He wrapped her in a big hug that lifted her off her feet. He'd come into my room not 10 minutes after we'd washed up and got re-dressed. Except that I had Bella's panties hostage again, so she was naked under her crazy ass PJs except for her sexy lace bra. God that was hot.
Bella giggled and kissed my brother on the cheek, hugging him back. "Merry Christmas Em."
"Mom's calling everybody down for presents." He told her. "I need Edward to help me with yours really quick, and then we'll be right down."
She eyed the gift bag in his hand and grinned at him. "Can't you just give it to me now?"
He shook his head and held it high over her head. "No can do shorty. Off with you."
"Fine, fine." Bella shot him a playful glare, scooped up her sleeping puppy and carried her down the stairs cradled in her arms like a baby. Emmett waited until she'd gone, then pushed the door shut with his foot.
"The gift's fine I think, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about."
Ah shit. "Then what is it?"
"You're totally lucky I was the one mom sent to get you two."
"God damn it. You heard?"
"She's loud."
To my credit, I think I did a half decent job at keeping the pervy grin off my face when he said this. Emmett just smirked at rolled his eyes. "ANYWAY," he went on. "You and Bella are gonna have to fuck somewhere else if you don't wanna get caught and get your bed sharing privileges revoked."
"We weren't fucking." I told him, but I already knew we weren't gonna be able to do that shit in the house.
Emmett looked at me wide eyed. "Then what the fuck was that thumping?"
I smirked, really unable to help it. "She kept throwing her head back into the wall."
"Ah. I was worried about your rhythm there for a second."
"Dick." I threw my rolled up socks at him and glared. Thankfully he chucked them back, because I actually had to wear them.
"Just saying. I gotta look out for my bro. You can't be any brother of mine with shitty sex."
"It wasn't shitty sex. And I told you, we weren't fucking, Emmett."
"Then why all the noise?" He crossed his giant arms over his chest and grinned cheekily at me. "Maybe she was faking, to make you feel better. Really nice of her to try to make you feel good about yourself on Christmas and all."
"Fuck you, she wasn't faking either." I growled at him "She damn near took my head off!"
"Yeah, your ears are still red. She must have got you pretty go-HOLY SHIT!" He gasped, realizing what we were talking about. "You didn't!"
"I did, thank you very much."
"Dumbass, you're supposed to hold her knees open so she can't strangle you."
"Kinda hard to do that when I was holding her up Emmett."
"Wayment."
Yeah, I swear to God, my brother really said that. "I know I have to be misunderstanding now. Why were you holding her up?"
"Because she can't stand to lay on her back and kneeling in the bathroom hurt my damn knees."
"So, you… what exactly?"
"Stood up, Emmett."
"Bullshit!" he hollered, gaping at me.
"Nope. It's not hard. You just back up a little so she can lean backwards into the wall instead of forwards, and hold her under her ass." I flattened my palms upward like I was a waiter, holding two trays, with my fingers curled up. "Easy shit."
"No fucking way!" He breathed, looking at me like he had no idea who I was. "I can't believe you held her up there!"
"It didn't take her long." I grinned.
"But still. She's got to weigh more than Rose does."
"Hey!" I straightened, ready to beat his ass if I had to. "Watch it!"
"I'm not saying she's fat, I'm saying she's thick is all. Girl is curvy."
"Fucking right." I agreed, mollified.
"You know," He mused. "If she was taller and white, she'd be a straight up body double for Iskra Lawrence."
"What? Who the fuck is that?"
He whipped his phone out of his pocket and googled it. "This super model that got really popular not that long ago. Here."
He handed me his phone and Holy fucking shit. I had to show this shit to Bella. Bella's stomach a little rounder than hers, which I would NOT be pointing out after our bathroom conversation, but other than that they had the exact same tucked waist and curvy hips, though I think Bella's bubble butt was a bit bigger or rounder… fucking bitable. This was actual proof that a shit ton of other people found her shape hot as fuck, because I think most of the time she thought I was full of shit. I made a note of the model's name so I could show Bella later and handed my brother his phone back.
Emmett shook his head, still giving me that strange ass look. "I can't believe my virgin brother has a sex trick. A fuck awesome sex trick. What the fuck is even life?"
"Are we still talking about that?" I laughed at him as he sighed, and dumped his gift bag out on the bed.
"You're definitely going to need these, then."
"Jesus Christ, Emmett! Why do you have so many?"
He shrugged. "You'll learn. It's a bitch to run out of condoms when you're just about to reeeaaaaally need one. Rose and I aren't using them and I'll just re-up when she isn't acting so…"
"Insane?" I supplied dryly.
Em sighed again, looking kind of tortured. "It's not really her fault. Not fully. We weren't the most careful." He gestured to the condoms and I gaped at him.
"Is Rose pregnant?"
"Not anymore. She lost it almost as soon as she found out, and she's taking it kind of hard."
"Oh my God. I'm sorry Emmett." I hugged my brother, because he looked like he needed it, and he let me.
"It's okay. I mean, I didn't find out about any of it until it was too late, but now she wants another one. And the first one was an accident you know? She's still in high school. But if I tell her I don't want another one, she starts yelling that I must be glad the first one died, and I can't win. So we're taking a break for now."
"Jesus Em."
"Eh, so you use them." He scooped the condoms back into the gift bag and shoved it on the floor behind my nightstand. "Just be better about using them than I was."
"I don't think I'll need them anytime soon."
"I don't know Eddie." He dropped one of his heavy ass upper limbs over my shoulder as we headed down to the rest of the family. "From what I heard, you might need them sooner than you think."
Christmas tended to be a lot quieter of an affair than Thanksgiving. After all the gifts were exchanged, we tended to veg out together in front of the tv and watch cheesy ass Christmas movies in our pajamas.
And we didn't do some ridiculous ass overboard gift exchange either. Everybody got everybody else one gift, for the most part and that was it. Well, usually. The gift thing was kind of a bigger deal this year because we had Bree and Bella with us for the first time, so we went a little crazy.
But it was inexpensive and useful stuff, so Bella didn't get too overwhelmed.
The puppy thing went very well. She stayed by Bella's side, even when Bella put her on the floor, and followed her everywhere. It seemed to amaze Dad as he watched Lola try to scramble up the couch with her stubby legs to get to her new mother.
"She goes straight for her every time!"
I chuckled, feeling ridiculously proud of myself. "She knows her scent." I said. "I kept stealing Bella's clothes and taking them to the shelter to put in her cage. She's gone to sleep every night for the past month and a half with Bella's scent in her nose. It's how I picked her out. I took her sweater with me, and Lola came right over to it smelled it, and curled up and went to sleep in it."
Mom came up behind me and kissed me on the cheek. "So sweet, my boy. You did good! And the bracelet is gorgeous!"
"Thanks Ma." I blushed. Totally worth the embarrassment when Bella grinned at me, cuddling her fat puppy to her chest.
Best Christmas ever, indeed.
Of course, as soon as I thought that, the fucking doorbell rang. Dad switched the tv to the security feed, and we saw Charlie peering into the camera, a tall scrawny blonde woman at his side who was way too tan and wearing way too much makeup.
Bella groaned, not that I needed to see her reaction to know this was Renee. "There goes Christmas." She muttered, face buried in Lola's back. Lola, sensing her mood change, turned and whined, licking Bella across her nostrils and making her laugh. Best idea ever, that dog.
"Nonsense." Mom stood, hands on her hips. "I'm going to tell him to drag her bony ass right back to where she came from. I said she wasn't allowed in my house, and I meant it."
Bella sighed. "She'll just find a way to make a worse scene. It's okay."
Mom looked dubious. "Are you sure sweetheart?"
"Yeah. You'll stay right?"
"We'll all stay." She announced, not that she needed to. Alice, Emmett and I were already glaring at the screen in Attack Dog mode.
"Carlisle, why don't you show Bella her last Christmas present while I go tell her parents the rules. It might make her feel better."
"Sure. Come, dear. Esme and I have one more surprise for you." This one, I knew nothing about, but apparently I wouldn't be curious for long, because Bella snagged my wrist and pulled me along after her and Lola. I could tell she was getting stressed, because her grip was tight on both me and the puppy.
I made a mental note to grab Bella's medication and shove the bottle in my pocket before we had to deal with this high level of fuckery. In the mean time, I tugged on her wrist, slowing her down and putting more space between us and my dad. "Hey." I whispered to her her, pulling her to me. "Remember what I told you, and remember what we set up. If we have to get the fuck out of here in reindeer footie pajamas, we will. You aren't going anywhere with her, okay? I don't care what Charlie says."
"Promise me." She gulped, eyes tearful and frightened.
"I promise." I said without hesitation. "I swear, Bella, you aren't leaving with her. And she gets one chance. One and done. So much as a snide comment and we'll leave."
"Promise?" She said again.
"Baby, I promise."
She let go of my wrist and curled her arm around my waist, taking deep breaths. "Do you want me to get your medicine?"
"No. I'm okay."
"Okay, but I'm gonna put them in my pocket, just in case."
"K. Love you." She whispered, and I don't like that the way she said it sounded like a 'just in case I don't get to say it again' I-love-you.
"Love you too, Baby. Trust me, okay? I've got you and I'm not letting you go."
"Kids?" Carlisle was standing in the doorway to the spare room across from Alice's and mine, waiting patiently for us.
Bella let go of me and went to peer into the room, and when she got there, she stared, dumfounded.
"My room?" she whispered softly.
"Your room." Dad confirmed, his hands on her shoulders.
Holy shit.
It was super girly, but it was pretty, and very Bella. The walls were a pale metallic pinkish gold, with the exception of the one behind the bed, which was painted that deep pink that Bella loves so much. The furniture was that same weird shade that was kind of gold, kind of pink, and inset with little strips of mirror. The headboard had little rhinestones set deep into the fabric, and someone, Mom, I'm assuming, switched the light fixture out for a small chandelier with dangling crystal looking bead things.
Someone had even gotten Lola's things out of my room and set them up in the corner by Bella's bed.
"We didn't pick out things like rugs and lamps and such, we figured you might want to do that, but all the big stuff is there."
Bella whirled on him, hugging him tightly until Lola whined between them. "Thank you."
"Of course, sweetheart. We were going to show it to you this morning, but we figured it we waited until your father showed up, it might make you feel better going in, and you'd believe us when we tell you that there's a house full of people here that are going to prevent that woman from ever laying a hand on you again. Come now, stop crying." My dad pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket… yeah, his pajama pocket, (He's old school like that) and gently wiped her face. "I can't tell if I've made you feel better, or worse." He teased.
"Better. It's beautiful."
"I can tell you love her more than me." I groused, jokingly. "This looks way better than my room."
Dad raised an eyebrow at me. "You're the one who told your mother, and I quote: 'Don't put any of that girly shit in my room.'"
I winced, feeling my ears reddening. "I was eight."
Bella laughed finally, thank God, and we all trouped back downstairs where Charlie and his ex… thing were still standing in the entryway as Mom finished hissing something at them in a low voice. Charlie looked ashamed, but Renee looked like she smelled shit under her nose.
Bitch.
Bella walked right past them both and barreled right into Mom with a hug so big, it backed them up several steps until Mom bumped into the small entry table, rattling the little decorative bowls and statues.
Charlie looked shocked, but Dad smiled and Mom just laughed and squeezed her back. "Do you like it sweetheart?"
"I love it, it's the best. Thank you Esme."
"You're quite welcome, honey." She kissed Bella on the forehead, and Bella gave her one last squeeze before she turned and faced her parents.
"Hi." Was all she said.
Lola, who was still, apparently, mastering the stairs, tumbled down the last two, and rolled ass over teakettle into the back of Charlie's shin, pink harness jingling. She whined and righted herself, sitting before the newcomers and staring at them.
"She's new." Charlie bent to scratch her behind the ears. "Who's puppy?"
Renee eyed Lola like she would suddenly grow to full size and shit on her pointy shoes.
"She's mine." Bella ducked in and scooped her up, as if she thought her mother might kick her. "Edward got her for me."
"Really?" Charlie looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I gave him the shit face right back, daring him to say something assholish because I had an entire litany waiting for his ass. "Kind of an expensive gift, isn't it?" He drawled.
"She was adopted from the shelter, so no." Bella defended, backing away like someone might try to snatch the puppy right out of her arms. That wasn't what her dad meant, and I knew it, but it's lucky that Bella misunderstood because I was about to tell his absentee ass that the expense wasn't his anyway, just like everything else Bella had needed since she got here.
"Ugh, a mongrel." Renee finally spoke up, lip curled. "How romantic. Fitting, though."
Bella went stock still. "I'm sorry, what was that?" My mother growled, as I pulled Bella to my side.
"Nothing." Renee chirped, voice falsely bright. "I just don't like mutts."
Bella slid back and sideways until she was half behind me, and I felt her hand grip the back of my shirt. Charlie, like a fucking idiot, stared between his ex and his daughter like he was trying to puzzle out if she meant what she'd said in the way all the rest of us knew she did.
Fuuuuuuck this.
"Can we go?" Bella whispered so softly I could barely make it out.
One and done, I'd promised her, so I towed her up the stairs by the hand. "Fucking bitch." I muttered, loud enough so her parents could hear me.
"Wait a minute, where are you going?" Charlie called, but I ignored him as I heard my mom tell Renee off. In my room, I shut the door and locked it, then pulled a pair of sweats out of the drawer for Bella, who was already stripping out of her onesie pajama things. I tried really hard not to think about the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties, and pulled out a pair of boxers for her to wear too.
While she changed, I dumped my school shit out of my bag and threw Emmett's gift bag inside. We probably wouldn't be gone long, but in case Mom searched my room, I didn't want her finding 5 billion condoms in here. She'd put a stop on all sleepovers really quick. I wrapped the cameras in towels and put those and my laptop, memory cards, the audio recorder and all of the chargers inside too, then shouldered it. Bella was tossing her pajamas on the bed as I finished, and picked up Lola again.
I held out my hand for hers. "Ready Baby?"
She nodded, and through her tight grip, I could tell she was shaking a little. I unlocked and opened the door, and came face to face with my mother, who was preparing to knock, and took one look at the bag on my shoulder and panicked. "Edward, no!"
"Relax Ma, we're not 'running away'. We're just getting out of here until they leave."
"Edward!"
"Ma, look at her."
Bella had a death grip on my hand, and her other one clutched Lola to her chest equally as tightly. Her eyes were watery with unshed tears and her brown skin was oddly ashen and pale looking. She was still trembling.
"She asked me to go." I said softly. "And I promised her. We're going."
I kissed her on her cheek so she wouldn't think I was just being a dick and brushing past her, even though in the next second I did literally brush past her. "We'll be back." I told Ma, leading Bella down the back set of stairs.
We made it to Emmett's truck, which I'd asked him to borrow just in case, otherwise unseen and left the house out of the back gate. One of the best things about this truck at the moment was the bench seat, and we took advantage of it, Bella sitting in the middle seat with her head on my shoulder as I drove us out of town.
Bella was quiet, humming along to the radio and petting Lola, who napped with her body in Bella's lap and her head in mine as we drove along. I would have worried about how quiet she was being, but she seemed… at peace the further we got from her mother.
We hit PA first, and I emptied the P.O. box, and then we kept going until we hit Olympia, and I started calling around trying to see if anyone had any rooms available. We ended up at the Hotel RL, which seemed nice enough.
The room was fairly standard, with black and white forest-like wallpaper, and a view of more trees outside. It was Washington, after all. The bed though, dear God, the thing was amazing. I sunk down into the pillow top, closing my eyes with a deep sigh as Bella fed Lola some of the dog food we'd gotten at the gas station on our way into town.
I heard Lola tear into the food with excited puppy yips, and then the bed dipped on either side of my hips as Bella straddled my waist. I opened my eyes, rubbing both hands down the top of her thighs. "Okay, Baby?" I asked her. She had a look on her face I couldn't quite place.
She nodded slowly, and leaned down until we were chest to chest, her head in the crook of my neck and her ass in the air. "You kept your promise." She said softly, and her warm breath tickled the side of my neck, and her lips brushing against my skin making me shudder.
"Of course I did." I shrugged, pushing lightly on her knees until she lowered and laid flat on top of me. "I would have thrown her out, but this was better. I didn't want there to be a big dramatic fight, and we get some alone time." I definitely would not think about fucking her in this cloud of a bed. I wouldn't.
"Yeah, but I took you away from your family on Christmas."
"No." I told her, rubbing a hand up and down her back and resting the other on her perfect ass. "I took us away from a shitty situation. We were having a pretty good first Christmas, and I don't want it ruined. I mean, it's practically over now, BUT we can wait to go back until tomorrow night. Spend the day exploring Olympia? I've never been here."
"I'd like that." She whispered, lifting her head to look at me. There. That was that look on her face that I loved. The same one she had when she told me how she felt about her relationship the first time. It was open and mushy and loving and… it made me feel like she thought I could do anything. It made me want to do anything for her, as long as she kept looking at me like that.
"I love you." I blurted out, because there was no way it could not be said in that moment. The look on her face intensified, and she was so fucking gorgeous right then with the setting sun casting a golden glow on the rich warm ochre brown of her skin. I had to kiss her, even as she opened her mouth to tell me she loved me too. But I knew. With the way she looked at me, I fucking knew.
I kissed her deeply, and something different about this moment made it heady, sensual and hot as fuck as our tongues danced together and I reached up and let her hair down, tangling my fingers in her thick curls. She moaned softly and I was done for. I sat us both up and fumbled with the front of her hoodie, looking for a zipper before I remembered she was wearing one of my pullovers. She broke her mouth away from mine and whipped the sweatshirt over her head, panting and I stared at the way it made her full breasts heave in that lacy pink bra that would be the death of me.
"Off." She demanded, tugging my shirt up and over my head before I could move quick enough to suit her. She stared then, like she always did, at my ink, but I drew her lips back to mine with a hand between her shoulder blades.
"I love you." I said again, after we finally let each other up for air. Bella leaned into me, breathing hard while her hands trailed lightly down my back and around to the front of my chest. "I love you too." She panted, nails scoring my pecs lightly. They caught my nipples and I shuddered, not sure how I felt about the fact that that felt so fucking good. Of course she noticed, the minx, and of course she did it again.
Mjolnir was hard enough to crack stone at that point. I was definitely going to enact payback if she was going to torture me. I put both hands inside her bra, tugging and squeezing her nipples. She made that sexy ass porn star moan of hers and I realized that perhaps payback wasn't my smartest idea when Mjolnir started to actually fucking hurt.
I leaned down and tugged one lacey cup out of the way, pulling her nipple into my mouth to disguise how much I wanted to whine.
"Wa- mmmm. W-wait!" She breathed, and panted and moaned, putting two halting hands on my shoulders. I backed off immediately, searching her face to make sure I hadn't fucked up. Bella climbed backwards out of my lap, grabbing both my hands when I reached for her.
Shit.
"Wait, Bella, I'm so-"
"No." She cut me off. "I'm okay. I just…" she shifted in front of me nervously, still holding my hands. She opened and closed her mouth several times, before apparently giving up on words and simply shoving the shorts and pants down her hips.
Holy fuck.
I stared, dumbfounded. I seen her with no pants or panties, just this morning, but she was too nervous to let me look then. Now she stood away from me, where I could see all of her, and I was floored. Even more so when she reached behind her and undid her bra, then let it fall forward to the floor.
"My fucking God." I whispered, staring at all of her. Her thick brown curls hung wildly around her head and shoulders, glasses lending to my perfect fantasy. Beneath that, full breasts tipped with perfect brown nipples hung above the hourglass shape of her tucked in waist and curved hips that pillowed between them a bed of short and neatly trimmed dark curls. I followed the line of her sculpted legs down, and even her fucking feet were sexy with their dark pink polished toes.
"I figured, we don't have a change of clothes," She fidgeted in front of me, but let me look. "So maybe we shouldn't get these… um… wet?"
"Um. Yeah, sure." I said dumbly, still staring. I think my mouth was even hanging open. Really smooth.
"You look like fucking Venus." I whispered. There, that was better, a little. She flushed a little, and I was happy to see that the blush reached all the way down to her breasts. She reached to take off her glasses, but I held out a hand for her. "No, leave them. Please." Dear God, please leave them on.
She did.
"You are everything I've ever fantasized about." I told her, taking in the head to toe picture of her standing completely naked in front of me except for her glasses and my bracelet. "Better than I've ever fantasized about." I amended, still holding out my hand for her. "Please come here, Baby. If I don't get to touch you right now, I-" I trailed off, not knowing how to verbalize how desperately I needed her in my arms. "I need you."
She stepped between my knees, finally, and tugged once, questioningly on the side of my pants. I put a hand over hers. "We don't have to, Baby. Just… come over here so I can touch you."
"Please?" She breathed, "I need you, too." And though I didn't think it possible, Mjolnir felt even harder.
"Just to be clear," I started, and hated myself because I was about to be blunt and totally ruin the mood, but I wanted to make sure we were on the same page about this. "Sex? Or no, sex? Because I'm more than fine with just touching you until you're ready."
"I am ready." She insisted, kneeling on the carpet and untying the laces of my Timberlands. God that was hot as hell. This girl was going to be the death of me. "Fuck me." I hissed as she pulled one boot off and then the other. "I'm trying to." Bella insisted, yanking my pants down.
I burst out laughing, kneeling down on the carpet too with my pants halfway down and my dick out because fuck, I loved this girl.
"God, I fucking love you." I said again, and yanked her to me so I could kiss the shit out of her. I kissed her so furiously she could barely kiss me back as I lifted us both off the floor and walked us around to the side of the bed, yanking the covers back. I turned us so that my back was to the mattress and fell back, pulling her with me.
Fuck, I'd forgotten to take my pants the rest of the way off. Whatever, I'd get to them in a minute. "Come here, Baby." I wanted to, needed to fucking taste her again.
"Um, I don't think I can get much closer." She said wryly, indicating where she was laying on top of me. "Ye of little faith." I teased, pushing back on her shoulders until she was sitting up, straddling my stomach.
"Higher." I grabbed to handfuls of her ass and guided her forward until she was straddling my chest.
"Higher." I drawled again, but she hesitated, not understanding what it was I wanted. "I want my dinner." And I waited on her reaction. She balked, and her face was that deep burgundy shade again. "You want me to…"
"Sit on my face? Yes." She totally liked that idea. I knew that when I felt her wet heat against my chest. "Just get your gorgeous ass up here." I helped her ease forward until she had both knees on either side of my head and her shins were kind of resting on my shoulders. This time, I rested my hands on her thighs, ready to hold them open if she started to strangle me when she came.
"You okay, Baby?" I double checked, staring up the line of her body to her face. "I'm okay." She winced. "It's just… really awkward."
"Won't be in a second." I promised, pulling her down onto my face and spearing her folds with my tongue. This morning, I'd just kind of gone for the clit and attacked, trying to make her cum before we got caught. This time though, I could take my time and find out what else she liked. I probed and lapped, but she barely reacted to anything that didn't touch the ol' magic button with anything but squirming, and I needed her moaning and screaming.
Fuck it, then. I pulled on her thighs, changing our angles so I could reach her clit better and lapped like a man dying of thirst. She squealed and moaned breathily, but she didn't scream until I sucked on it. I alternated, lapping and sucking while she writhed above me until her movements and voice became choppy.
I stared at her, unabashed, because she wasn't looking at me and I could get my fill unchecked. She didn't appear to know what to do with her hands, and I made a note to do this laying on the bed lengthwise the next time so she could brace herself on the wall. She finally settled them on her thighs, gripping mine as she shuddered.
"God." She moaned, head thrown back. "Please. I'm- Fuck! Edward!"
Yes, Baby, that's what I want to hear. Her thighs started trembling wildly and I gripped them tighter, keeping her legs still as she jerked down over me. I pressed my tongue harder into her clit, knowing she was close and she wailed my name.
"Edwaaaaaard!"
Fuck, my dick was throbbing with the need to be inside of her.
"Edward!" She was sobbing now. "Close. Close, I'm close. Please. Please!"
Damn it, I wanted to tell her that she never had to beg me for anything, ever, but instead I increased the pressure of my tongue, trying to give her what she needed. Her moan deepened and her legs trembled harder against my grip as she started to ride my face. So fucking hot.
"Almost!" She babbled. "I feel it, I'm close. Almost! Please!" I thought about slipping a finger inside of her, but I didn't want to accidentally pop her cherry and hurt her when she wasn't expecting it. "Edward, please!"
I tried grazing her with my teeth, and she fell forward, one hand thrusting into my hair, gripping tightly, and the other fisted against the mattress. I grazed again and then sucked hard. Above me, Bella came apart, screaming. I almost couldn't keep her legs open, they clamped down so hard. I kept tonguing her until she cried "Ah, AH!" and leaned forward to get away from my mouth.
Bella almost fell off of the bed, and I snatched at her waist, flinging her backward so she landed against my legs with an "Oomph!" instead of on the floor. She was panting, breasts heaving gloriously, and since she wasn't looking at me, I turned my head to wipe my face against the sheets.
I wondered vaguely if she'd had enough and was tired and ready for bed. It wasn't that I didn't want to make love to her, but it was inevitable that it would hurt, and I was scared of replacing the bad memory of that asshole with a bad memory of me in his stead. I sat up, moaning as Bella's body slid down my legs a little and her hot, drenched pussy came into contact with the base of my dick.
"Okay, Baby?" I asked, running a hand up her stomach, over her left breast and up her chest to her neck.
"Fabulous." She answered, grinning at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. This really was kind of fucking perfect. We were naked together and she was laying in my lap, open before me, and happy, not even the slightest bit of discomfort on her face or body language.
I trailed both hands, this time, up the same path the right one had taken before and when I cupped her breasts, Bella shivered and her eyes fluttered closed. I peppered kisses all over her face and neck, teasing her nipples under my thumbs until she moaned and opened her eyes again.
Bella sat up and wrapped both arms around my neck. "Make love to me?" She asked softly, as if there was any way I could have ever told her no. I reached for my bag on the nightstand, snatching Emmett's gift bag out and not giving a shit when condoms flew all over the place my bag toppled off the nightstand. I thought something might have crunched, but oh well. If something was broken there was fuck all I could or wanted to do about it with Bella naked in my lap.
"Is this what Emmett brought you?" Bella laughed, picking one of the Magnums off of the sheets. I shrugged, taking it from her and pecking her on the lips before ripping it open. "He heard us." I muttered, trying to make sure I didn't put the thing on inside out before I realized I probably shouldn't have told her that.
I looked up at her, condom still in hand, but though her face was slightly embarrassed, she shrugged. "I was kind of loud."
"You're loud as fuck." I smirked at her. "But I fucking love it, it's sexy as hell."
Her hands started playing with the hair at the nape of my neck, but she just shook her head and didn't say anything. I went back to the condom, looking down as I rolled it over my erection. Bella looked too, and when it was in place, we both just… stared, like it was going to jump inside her on it's own. It was kind of a big fucking deal. Made "sex" seem more real and definite now that a condom was on.
"This doesn't mean… we don't have to if you aren't ready Baby."
"I'm ready." She said, fingers still twining in my hair. "I want you, Edward."
"I want you, too." I whispered, gripping her around the waist and lifting her up. I felt like I should be playing music or something, but Bella had turned our phones off after we made it to PA without either of them shutting up, and an angry parent texting and calling every 40 seconds and interrupting the music would probably kill the mood.
I helped Bella kneel over my lap, and with one hand I held Mjolnir still, right at the opening of her pussy. "Go slow." I urged her, my other hand was supporting her, but I was leaving her to ease herself down at her own pace, watching her face like a hawk for any sign that we needed to stop.
She lowered herself until the head was fully swallowed, and I looked down, fucking captivated by the sight of my dick disappearing inside of her. When she was almost halfway down she froze, and I looked back to her face in time to see her wincing. "It's okay, Baby." I let go of her back to put my hand on her cheek. "Just take your time and go slow, and if you need to stop, we- fuck Bella! Shit!"
Right in the middle of me trying to be sweet and tell her we could wait if it hurt too bad, the girl slammed herself all the way down on my dick with a small cry.
Fuck, fuck, shit, she felt fucking incredible. So fucking tight, I whimpered. "Jesus, Baby, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." She told me, wincing again and squirming. "If I didn't just do it, you were going to keep trying to talk me out of it."
"I wasn't trying to talk you out of it." I moaned, as she squeezed her pussy around me. "I'm just trying to make sure you- Jesus Christ, woman." She raised herself up a little, and the feel of her sliding over my dick made my eyes roll back. "Alright, alright, I- oh fuck- I get it, I'll shut the fuck up." I panted
"Thank you." She huffed, and I opened my eyes to glare at her, even though I was grinning. "Asshole." I teased, tweaking her nipple.
"Love you too, Edward." She giggled, using my shoulders as leverage to move up and down. She moved slow, getting used to the feeling I think. Or, thought, until she huffed, frustrated. "Does this feel okay?" She asked. "Because it feels really damn awkward to me, and it's hard to move right."
"There's no right way, I think, Baby. And it feels fucking incredible." But the fact that she was using full fledged sentences didn't speak to my confidence at all. "Doesn't it feel good to you?"
She shook her head slowly, biting her lip. "It's just making my legs tired. Maybe I'm too-"
"Don't." I cut her off before she could say she was too heavy or big for this to work right. "I'll fix this." I scooted to the edge of the bed and told her "Wrap your legs around my waist."
When she did so, I stood, almost dropping her when she slid all the way down on my dick until I could feel her wetness on my balls.
Holy fucking shit.
Don't cum, don't cum.
Focus, Edward.
Wall. Move it!
Gritting my teeth against the feeling of my balls tightening, I walked the blessedly short few steps between the side of the bed and the wall beside the headboard. I pressed her against the wall and hiked her legs high around my waist. "Feel better?" I asked when she squirmed. Fuck Edward, don't fucking cum yet!
"A little."
When she squirmed again, I pulled out and thrust in all the way. She moaned a little and I almost collapsed in relief. Oh, thank fuck.
I pulled away from the wall a little, so her shoulders were against the wall paper, but her hips were fully supported in my hands. She moaned, louder this time and I could have cried. Thank fuck, thank fuck. I'd been hearing Emmett's taunts about shitty sex in my head. Fuck that shit.
It was awkward moving at first, but I worked out how to move that felt good for both of us. "Soooo much better." She moaned, fingers digging into my biceps.
"Mmgh." I mumbled, starting to sweat the effort it took not to fucking nut already when we'd only just gotten the rhythm down. "So good, Bella, fuck." I bit my lip, hiking her legs up higher and thrusting into her hot, tight, soaking wet pussy faster. "So good, so fucking good." I rambled, "Jesus Christ." She was getting me soaked too, dripping every fucking where down my balls. Fuck, I wasn't going to make it. She squeezed her pussy around me lightly, and then harder.
Shit, was that a tear on my face?
"No, no no no no," I whimpered. "Don't do that Baby, please. You'll make me cum too early and I don't think I can hold it Bella. Please tell me you're close." And God, don't let me be hurting her. I pressed closer in, burying my face in her neck as I pumped wildly. "Good. So fucking good. Fuck!"
Bella didn't say anything, and I knew then that she didn't wanna tell me she wasn't gonna cum, and damn if I could have stopped myself from waiting on her when her muscles clamped down on me. "Beeellaaa," I groaned, slamming my hips into hers and holding her legs tight around my waist as my orgasm ripped through my balls and lights flashed behind my eyes. "Bella, Bella, fuck. God, shit, fuck!"
When I finally snapped out of it, she was running her hands all over my back and arms, and placing little kisses all over my neck and shoulder. "God damn it, I'm sorry Bella."
She tightened her legs around me and shook her head. "I read that lot of girls don't finish their first times." She tried to soothe me, but it didn't make me feel any better. "Edward, stop pouting. I wasn't expecting to this time, and it still felt good."
"It felt fucking amazing." I corrected, kissing her briefly. "I love you Bella."
"I love you too, Edward."