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Almost reverently, my mind wandered back to that time…
It was the day before New Year's Eve, 1934. Isabella and I were still on Christmas vacation from school and my parents had accepted yet another invitation to a holiday soiree. Isabella's parents were also otherwise occupied that evening, which was usually the case for Judge Dwyer and his still new bride. Isabella had accepted my marriage proposal and I was eager to continue celebrating with her.
I took my new fiancée to an early picture show, and then afterward invited her to our lakeside home on Puget Sound, north of the city. I knew that neither my parents nor Isabella's would have approved of us spending an evening in a house alone, but they also didn't fully understand the level of our commitment. I was going to marry Isabella, the love of my life.
When we arrived at the home I unloaded a picnic basket from the car, and escorted Isabella to the guest house. While the summer home was grandiose, the guest house was quaint, intimate and romantic. I also knew my love enough to know she would be more comfortable in a smaller, less ostentatious setting.
I unlocked the door to the home and before Isabella knew what was happening, I had set down the basket and lifted her bridal style over the threshold.
"Edward!" she squealed, "What in the world?"
I gave her my signature lob-sided smirk, "Let's call this…practice." And I kissed her softly on the lips before gently setting her down.
I gave Isabella a brief tour, leaving the bedroom for last. I would be lying if I said that I didn't have certain…hopes for that evening, but I didn't dare tell Isabella that. The blush that spread across her face when she looked at the bed was both spectacular and frightening. Never had I so desperately wanted to know what was going on in her brilliant mind. I didn't want to get my hopes up that she was ready to move on in our relationship this way.
Before I said or did something rash, I gently took her hand and led her back to the living room. The house was still quite chilly and Bella shivered, so I draped my coat over her shoulders and started a fire in the hearth.
I arranged some blankets as a cushion right in front of the fireplace, and laid out the food I had brought for us, which included two pieces of cake and champagne, that I wanted to keep as a surprise. Again, doing the opposite of what I expected, I heard Isabella gasp and caught her poking her head into the food basket.
"Champagne! And…chocolate cake! Oh Edward, you do love me!"
"Of course I do, silly girl," swatting her hands away from the cake, "That was supposed to be a surprise."
"It was a surprise, a nice one," She smiled up at me cheekily. I kissed her fully on her mouth.
We ate our meal in mostly companionable silence peppered with light conversation. Soon after, Bella excused herself to the restroom and returned with two bottles of beer. "Look what I found!" she exclaimed.
I looked at her quizzically, "Where did you find those?" My family members were not beer drinkers, although since the end of prohibition, we usually had some stocked up for guests. My father typically purchased foreign beers however, usually Belgian. He enjoyed showing off his added resources when it came to everything – even barley and hops.
"I was walking past the kitchen, and just out of curiosity, I peeked in the ice box. Feel them," Isabella grabbed my wrist and placed my hand against the bottle, "They're still cold from the house being closed up." She handed me a bottle and I looked at it, tilting my head. Ranier Bock Beer…it didn't look like a beer of which my dad would have approved.
From out of nowhere Isabella produced a church key and deftly popped the caps and took a long swallow straight from her bottle. I had never before seen a woman do those things – I had never seen them serve their own drink, nor take a swallow straight from a bottle. I certainly had never seen them handle a church key with such ease. It was startling, and strangely arousing to see Isabella so comfortable with such a common men's practice.
Lowering the bottle she sighed, "Never fear – Bock Beer is here!" she giggled and took another swig. I was soon caught up in her free spirit and took a drink myself.
As I became more comfortable watching Isabella, my arousal steadily grew. I couldn't keep my eyes from her lips as she sucked the head of the bottle. I had intimate knowledge of how her mouth felt on mine, and I longed to know how it felt in other places. When she placed a wet finger in her mouth and licked off the moisture, the kiss that followed was my undoing.
As she leaned forward, I responded to her eagerly and I felt a low rumble escape from my chest as her tongue slipped into my mouth. The whimper that came from the back of her throat instantly made me harder.
Needing to adjust my pants, I climbed to my knees, and without thinking I began to lower Isabella backwards onto the blankets. My hand on the back of her head slipped down and ran softly from her shoulder to her hips. I planted soft opened-mouth kisses from her jaw to her ear and then down the column of her throat. I became aware of how both of our heartbeats had accelerated and our breaths had become shallower.
I slid my hand to the side and cupped her right breast and as I caressed her nipple, I moan when I discovered that it was already firm under my touch. Isabella moved her hips under me, so that my erection pressed solidly into her center, causing us to groan at the same time. I craved the feeling of friction from this place.
Isabella and I had been here before, but no further. I knew from experience with her that it would be difficult to control myself if I continued beyond this point. Raising my head slightly, I almost came to orgasm when I saw her hooded eyes and swollen lips.
"We can stop now, my love. But I don't know if I can stop if we go any further." I forced breaths to slow and blinked a few times to clear my head, with every intention of stopping.
Isabella looked up at me shyly, "I don't want to stop this time…" my eyes widened in surprise, and Isabella took this as a rejection, "…unless you do!" she finished, "I don't want to do anything that you…don't want." She lowered her head to avoid my gaze
Not fully believing my luck, I tilted her chin up so I could look in her eyes, and simply stated, "I want you. All of you, tonight, so long as you are ready." She nodded her head and began to open the buttons of my shirt.
We peeled my shirt from my shoulders and I couldn't help but smirk at the gasp from her mouth as she placed her tiny palms on my chest. Her hot hands caused my muscles to shudder under my skin, and I couldn't restrain a groan when her index fingers slid over my nipples. I captured her mouth in a kiss, cupped her face, and pulled back.
With her eyes locked on mine, I slowly began to release the buttons of her blouse. I had fantasized about this moment hundreds, if not thousands of times over the past year. I thought about it the first time I saw her. I imagined it the first summer day when a trickle of sweat had slid down her neck and under her collar. I fantasized about it for half a night after we went swimming last summer. Never in my life had I been jealous of an inanimate object, but I wanted nothing more than to be the slick fabric of her swimsuit as it hugged her curves.
Peeling off her blouse, the silk camisole underneath shuddered with her panting breaths. I helped her remove it, and was graced with the beauty of her upper torso bare to me but for the lace and silk that held back her heaving breasts.
"I want to make this good for you Isabella. I want to worship you tonight, just as you deserve," I licked my lips and slowly kissed her as my fingers explored the feeling of the soft skin of her shoulders and arms. I placed gentle kisses on her neck, elbow, and wrist and reveled in the feeling of her hands tracing over my chest and abs. My lips crashed into her when she wound her fingers into the hair under my navel and then crawled up to my shoulders and neck only to massage my scalp once more.
At that moment I had two opposing feelings at once. My first feeling was regret, thinking that this should have been my first time, with this woman, in this place. My second feeling was that it had never felt like this before. In a strange way I felt like a virgin; wholly inexperienced with what I was doing, these actions in how they were intertwined so succinctly with my emotions. I had never felt the physical and emotional expressions of love at the same time.
Cupping her face again, I kissed her deeply and passionately. I whimpered when her warm hands left my skin, but I then heard a 'snap, snap', and felt the straps of her brassiere slide past my forearms. I moved slightly to let it fall to the ground.
I broke the kiss to look in her eyes again. "I love you." "I love you." We repeated the oft spoken vow to one another. My lips traced down her neck, collarbone, to the space between her breasts. Her skin was damp and flushed and oh so sweet. I sat up to take in her beauty.
When I was younger, it wasn't uncommon for one of the boys to bring a naughty picture to school of women who were posing half dressed on a couch or in a boudoir of some sort. I never knew from where my peers procured the photographs of women in lingerie with bare backsides and breasts hidden under sheer fabric and heavy jewelry. You could always tell that their faces were heavily painted, and they were postured in positions that exposed the right amount of flesh.
Isabella's beauty in that moment surpassed all those photographs one thousand times over. She lay below me as, a picture of wild abandon. Her face was free of make up, but her lips were plump and dark pink and she was flushed in a delicious color from the apple of her cheeks down to her breasts. She wore no jewelry, save the ring I gave her on a chain around her neck.
In the warm glow of the firelight, Isabella's skin glowed with an ethereal quality. Her hair lain around her in wild curls and tangles, rather than the perfected coif that women spent hours achieving. Her relaxed posture was so beautiful my chest hurt to look at her. I had to let her know, "You are absolutely perfect, my love." I drank in her features, "So beautiful." I sank my head down to place a kiss on each nipple, and she moan and arched her back. Her breasts were soft against my face, and her nipples tasted sweet and both tender and firm beneath my tongue.
My hands and tongue continued to memorize my love's body. I learned what made her whimper, what made her back arch. As I licked between her breasts and rolled her nipples with my thumbs, she suddenly pushed on my shoulders and climbed above me. I briefly wondered where my shy Isabella had gone, but I chose not to tempt fate and fell into the pleasure that her dominant side evoked in me.
Leaning up, she sat astride my legs and ground her core into my erection. My eyes rolled back into my head and I swiveled my hips and I earned a delicious groan from her lips. Soon she refocused on her task, and unclasped her skirt from the side, gathered the fabric and pulled it over her head.
I ran my hands up and down her thighs, moving the silk of her slip up to her waist. The white of her panties and garter snaps came into view and I almost came undone knowing that I would see those – and get to remove them – in the space of a few moments. I slid the slip off her in the same manner she did her skirt, and then motioned for her to stand.
As I stood in front of her, I whispered words to her about her beauty, both inside and out, and tangled my fingers in her hair. I kissed her lips once, twice, and then knelt before her after she stood in front of me.
I snapped off her garters and carefully rolled down the silk stockings, taking care not to hook the delicate fabric. At her feet, I knelt and kissed her ankles, her knees – and then rushed to finish my task as I saw Isabella's legs tremble and felt her steady herself on my shoulders.
I pushed her underwear down to her hip bones and ran my nose over her belly button before I pulled the garment to her knees. Assisting her to lay down, I pulled it from her legs and marveled that she didn't seem ashamed to expose herself to me. I gazed in wonder and lust at her body - pale skin punctuated by rosy pink nipples and a mound of dark curls glistening between her legs.
Standing once again, I began to remove my pants, but Isabella surprised me yet again by rising up to her knees and stilling my hands. She took my belt buckle from me and slowly loosened my pants until they slid to my knees. The vixen then sat up, her face level with my manhood, and looked up at me through her lashes while biting her lower lip and it was my turn to feel weak in the knees. She released the buttons of my boxers and slid them down too.
I couldn't control my smirk as she saw my erection for the first time, gasping as her eyes widened comically. That is until she looked up with worried eyes that said to me, 'how will that fit?' I loosed the fabric from my legs, knelt in front of her and said, "Don't worry Isabella, our bodies are meant for one another, and I want to take my time and be as gentle as I can…that is, if you still want to?"
Moments later she nodded her head and a smile crept on her face. Lying beside her, I ran the back of my fingers from her cheekbone down to her shoulder, breast, ribs and back again. I made the same pass over and over, accenting my touch with open mouthed kisses to her neck, chest, shoulders and temple all the while whispering of my undying love and the perfection I found in her body.
On the last pass, I rested my hand on her stomach and gazed at her. "I would like to touch you, may I?" Isabella drew in a sharp breath and nodded.
I pressed my lips to hers, and her mouth parted for me. I slipped my tongue into her mouth as my fingers dipped below to feel her wetness. We moaned simultaneously, and I nipped at her lips and told her how good she felt there, how I loved the feel and the scent of her body, and how I wanted to use my body to give her pleasure.
I dipped my fingers into her fluids and enjoyed her whimpers as I circled her entrance. I brought my wet fingers up to her bundle of nerves, circling it slowly as Isabella gasped, eyes wide and then moaned while her legs fell further apart. I had never heard a more erotic sound in my life, and I my vision clouded with lust as I took in Isabella's slack-jawed expression.
Circling tighter and faster, I replaced my fingers with my thumb and dipped my first finger into her. Heaven. The tight heat of her body was making me crazy with anticipation of the other places in which I would experience that part of her body. Sliding and curling my finger, my thumb pressed into her and Isabella came with a strangled cry that meshed both words of profanity and deity alike with my own name. I gently helped her come down, trying to control my own shaking as I moved my lips over her jaw and mouth.
With a deep sigh, Isabella turned her smile toward me and appeared lulled and giddy. I thought that she had been sated and I considered ending her experiencing here, believing firmly that we had the rest of our lives together to fully consummate our love. To my surprise, Isabella ran her hand down my stomach and grabbed my erection, and I couldn't control the loud moan that escaped me, followed by a feral sounding grunt.
"I love hearing you make those sounds," she whispered. Was it the same for her? Did she enjoy hearing my pleasure as much as I did her? I could only hope.
"I want…to feel you…" she mumbled, suddenly looking shy, "I mean…inside me. I want you. Now, please?" Oh, if she only knew, she wouldn't resort to begging.
I sat in front of Isabella, and slowly parted her knees. I felt breathless as I looked at her sex, swollen and dark pink from her previous arousal. I became mesmerized by the firm look of her thighs, anticipating how they would feel as they wrapped around my hips.
When I lowered myself over her body, her hands slid up my biceps and I felt her breath on my face. I tucked my knees under hers and slowly slid into her.
The tight heat was overwhelming, and I trembled when controlling my hips as she surrounded me. I slid in an inch, and then another, all the while watching her face. I didn't want to hurt her, but I so badly wanted to be her first and only. Slowly, inch by inch I slid in until I felt her barrier.
"This part is painful, my love, but for a moment. Isabella's wide eyes gave me silent permission and she nodded, and I pushed my way through.
I almost pulled out entirely when pain flash across her face, but in the next moment I felt her heels on my backside keeping me in place. "Just…give me a moment," she implored, "I want this."
Waiting for her in that moment, in that way was the most exquisite torture I could have imagined, and then I felt her body relax, I began to move slowly. Never had I felt anything so intense.
I moved with her in long, slow strokes and her blank face began to relax and her eyes again became heavy from pleasure and lust. The hisses I heard in the beginning faded away and she let go of a deep throaty moan and I almost came undone.
It was more than how she felt inside – which was fantastic anyway. It was the way the curve of her shoulder cradled my face, and feeling of her breasts rubbed against my chest and how her legs wrapped around me in exactly the right way. It was how my scent and hers mingled together to create the most beautiful and alluring smell in the world that excited and relaxed me at the same time. It was how we moved together like one mind, and then her orgasm incited my own and we succumbed to our desires.
Afterward we lay together by the fire, reaffirming each other with whispers and light kisses and gentle touches, all the while creating a dream for the future.
It was beyond perfection. It was intense and it was home and I wanted nothing more than to do it over and over and over again for the rest of my life.
It was the only time it would happen.
