A/N: This was not supposed to be the next chapter. In fact this wasn't ever going to be written.
I skipped over the wedding night in favour of writing the honeymoon because it's important and intrinsic to the plot. But, after reading the reviews and private messages that were left for me after writing their wedding day I realised that many of you were waiting for the 'wedding night'.
So I've obliged. I hope it lives up to expectation.
I have the first of the honeymoon chapters written (it just needs editing) and will post that in the next day or two so that the heart of the story can continue.
Edward, true to his word, had looked forward to removing his wife's wedding gown since he'd seen her coming towards him in the chapel and now the time was upon him.
There were no nerves, not now that she was his in every way it was possible. No, what he was feeling was a mix of anticipation and possession. She was his.
"I love you," he told her as they stood just inside their suite. He'd set her down but they hadn't moved, he just stared down into her lovely warm chocolate eyes and smiled. "My wife," he whispers before lowering his mouth to hers.
This kiss felt different than their others. The first one at camp had been all about discovery, the ones in the hotel that first time had felt like a declaration, the one at the altar a promise but this one...this one felt like possession.
There were no hesitant nips or gentle caresses. His tongue pressed firmly against her lips and demanded entrance. Bella was happy to oblige. His hands went to her hair instantly, anchoring himself to her as his mouth devoured hers.
Bella was just as possessive, winding her arms around his neck and pulling him to her firmly. They found themselves bent over then, her hips pushing forwards and upwards as her back curved. Him pushing into her, desperate for the contact as the kiss played out.
Breathless, having forgotten to breathe, Bella pulled her lips from his abruptly but Edward wasn't startled or confused. He needed the oxygen as much as she did but was quicker to recover. A heart beat after taking a gulp his lips were at her throat, one hand still buried in her hair, the other snaking down her back to where the curve of her ass began. And then he dug his fingertips into her, through her dress, and earned a gasp and then a ragged moan from his bride.
"So beautiful," he murmured against her cheek as the hand at her nape tightened and the one on her lower back traced the seam over the cleft of her bottom. "My beautiful wife," he said against her lips and kissed her there again.
Gripping the lapels of his suit jacket Bella began to tug. His arms were imprisoned for a moment when she managed to get it half off but got stuck in the curve of his elbow at his refusal to let her go while he removed it.
"It has to go," Bella huffed into his ear as he dipped his mouth to her throat again.
Knowing she was right he relented only long enough for her to push it off his body. The instant his arms were free he had her about the waist again, pulling her into his body.
Bella was unable to get at his tie so she slid her hands between their bodies and began with his belt. Edward was almost mindless at this point, lost to the taste of her luscious flesh on his lips as he attacked her throat and collarbones.
The loud 'thwack' as his belt was pulled free of his pants brought his mind back online and he straightened immediately. Bella could only watch as he licked his lips with deliberate slowness as he stared down at her.
Edward had plans for this night. The night she was finally his in every conceivable way and his excitement had almost pushed aside those plans. Now, with his brain once again engaged he could think more clearly.
"I never dared dream that we'd..." he trailed off, his throat thickening with emotion as the importance of the day washed over him. He reached out, cupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. "I did hope," he whispered in admittance. "I hoped, after that first movie night we went to, I had hope."
Bella, fighting the emotions flooding through her too, closed her eyes and leaned into his palm. "I'll always be thankful that the first truly happy moments of my life were with you," she whispered and then turned her gaze up to his.
Steadier now because he'd had a moment to think and to reflect Edward smiled softly and ran his fingertip down her cheek, down her throat and along the outside of her dress down her hip and to her hand where it hung beside her. He wound his fingers into her hand and then led his new wife into the bedroom.
"Your things are all in the bathroom," he whispers against her lips. "Take your time. I'll be waiting."
Bella can only nod. She kisses him back and then hurries into the adjoining bathroom. She stares at herself in the mirror for a long moment, staring at the blush on her cheeks and wondering if she looks different now that she's a married woman.
She grins and shakes her head of the errant thought and reaches for her toiletries bag that's on the counter, just as her husband said it would be.
Edward, on the other side of the bathroom door rushes around like a lunatic lighting the candles that dot the room randomly. He turns the bed down and switches off the harsh overhead lighting. He takes a strip of condoms from their packet in the drawer by his side of the bed and slides them under his pillow. It wouldn't do to have to go rummaging through a drawer at 'that' moment he chuckles to himself.
He toes off his shoes and removes his socks, undoes and discards his tie and the cufflinks at his wrists. He shoves all of that into the case that will be taken back to the Whitlock house in the morning and then takes Bella's gift off the dresser and puts it on the foot end of the bed then sits beside it.
While he waits for his bride to return he takes a good look at the ring that now adorns his left hand. I'm a husband he thinks with a grin. I'm Bella's husband. She wears my rings and I wear hers.
He's still sitting there staring down at his hand when Bella exits the bathroom. Her eyes take a second to adjust to the low light now that the fluorescent ones have been replaced by the softer tone given off by the candles. A slow smile spreads across her face as she watches him turn his hand this way and that, the platinum of his wedding band catching the golden light and throwing shards of brilliant illumination around the room.
"Do you like it?" she asks in a whisper, trying not to startle him from his concentration.
"I really do," Edward whispers back, not wanting to be too loud during such an important moment. "How did you get them to match?" he asks as an afterthought.
Bella has to think on what he means for a moment but after a quick look down at her own sparkling rings she understands. "Alice," she says quietly as she goes to where he sits on the end of the bed. "She had the idea to ask at least what metal you chose."
"They match," he says softly as he pulls her hand into his and lays them side by side as best he can with the awkward angle available.
"They do," Bella agrees with a smile.
"We match," he tells her and she doesn't need him to explain because she understands his meaning completely. "I'll never take it off," he says seriously.
"And I won't either, I promise," she replies breathily as he begins to rub her fingers with his.
"I have something for you," he whispers before pulling her hand to his lips and kissing it. He lets it go and retrieves the childishly wrapped parcel at his side. He holds it in his hands reverently and then puts it into her hands.
He's nervous now. Second guessing his choice of gift and hoping it's special and meaningful enough and that it doesn't come across as ridiculous or that its practicality offends her. It takes him a moment to let it go from his grip and she can tell he's uncertain whether he should.
"Did you choose this yourself?" Bella asks as she takes the parcel. His nod is his only answer.
Bella takes a seat beside him on the end of the bed and slips her finger under the edge of the paper. As soon as she does he's snatching at her hand to still her.
"It seemed significant when I saw it but now..." he trails off.
Her smile is blinding in the dim light. "You've already told me you chose this yourself so I already love it," she assures him and slits the joining of the paper until the box spills free of its wrapping. The logo on the box gives away its contents and Bella gasps. Within seconds she's flung the wrapping paper aside and has the box open and the pen in her hand. Its matching mechanical pencil lies in its satin groove waiting to be admired just as its sibling is.
"It's not a personal gift, I know..." Edward begins but Bella shushes him almost immediately.
"I love them but I want to know why you picked them," she says without taking her eyes off the beautiful Mont Blanc pen in her hand, its gold bands and onyx barrel throwing as many sparkles as her wedding rings do.
Edward smiles then. The question is a good one but it's also easy for him to answer. "I asked so many attendees in the stores what a groom should buy for his bride and they all said the same thing. There is something about you that I fell in love with that will lead me to the one thing that will mean something to us both. I fell in love with a shy, serious girl who had a goal. She is so brave and beautiful but doesn't see it about herself at all. But everyone around her sees it easily. She never once shied away from the conflict that was waiting for her at home and she gave me the courage to do the same. Her passion is for knowledge and she did everything she could to arm herself with as much knowledge about her situation as she could before she came home to face it. I fell in love with her while she sat under a shade awning and nutted out math problems in a second hand textbook with a worn down stub of a pencil, for fun," he chuckled. "If you can get us here, free and married and happy with less than half of a borrowed pencil I can't wait to see what you can do with those."
"Thank you," she whispers, unable to say anything else without her tears spilling over. "But I didn't get us here alone you know. There's no way I'd have been able to do this without you. I love you and I love them."
"I was so worried," he mumbles.
"Don't be, they're perfect and so are you," she tells him as she replaces the pen in its box and closes the lid.
The mood in the room shifts then, with the gift given and accepted. They both feel it. That nervous excitement that washes over them both as they realise there is nothing left to say and nothing left to do now other than consummate their marriage.
It's an easy transition for them to go from sitting on the end of the bed to lying side by side, their lips finding their opposite number like magnets. Hands are clutching at clothing and breaths come in gasps and moans as their bodies jockey for position, striving for the friction that will give them both what they seek.
But Edward's plan has been thwarted again he thinks as he runs his hand up and down the soft satin that covers Bella's body. He's on his feet then, dragging her to hers by her hand. He stands in front of her and takes another long look at her wedding gown before he reaches for the strap that's fallen down to the crook of her elbow. With a grin he returns it to its proper place and then stares at her long and hard again. "Perfect," he whispers to himself and then steps to her side, and then another quick step and he's behind her, his lips pressed to the point of her shoulder.
He pulls the waves of her hair into a single hand and then pushes it over her shoulder so it's cascading down over her breasts. She stands perfectly still, remembering the fire in his eyes when he begged her to keep her dress on for him. For this moment.
There is a small hook and eye at the top of the back of the dress that he undoes easily and then his lips are pressed to the back of her neck making a trail that's warm and wet as the teeth on the zipper of the dress slowly expose her entire back. He's on his haunches now, a hand on either of her hips, his fingers digging in either to steady himself in that position or he's trying to regain a little self control. Neither knows which it is.
And then his lips are pressed to her tailbone and she gasps a little. He stands to his full height for only long enough to take the straps back down off her shoulders and then the dress falls and pools at her feet in one glossy, slippery waterfall-like swathe.
Her lack of bra had been obvious as he'd undone the zipper but the thong underwear was a shock to his system as he looks down to the curve of her ass. His groan is one of both pleasure and also a little bit of stunned elation.
"The dress was so sheer..." Bella said by way of explanation but Edward didn't hear her finish the reasoning behind her choice.
He was already back on the balls of his feet, his lips pressed to the curve above her ass once again. His hands were already caressing her from ankle- just above the little silver straps of her sandals- to the jut of the underside of her ripe butt cheeks.
He's kissing up the back of one thigh when she loses her balance on the wedge heels but his hands are at her hips, holding her firmly, and she never topples.
"I've got you," he tells her and then puts his lips back to the thigh.
His strong, long fingered hands hold her there while he explores the curve of her hips with his lips and tongue. He licks and sucks nips and soothes every inch of her in this position before he uses those hands to turn her around and then he's eye to eye with her navel. He doesn't even think and within half a second his tongue is tracing the tiny hollow, making her shiver and giggle as she places her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling again.
He knew what he wanted to do now but needed her to relax before he suggested or attempted it. So he ignored his true desire and stood to devour her mouth. Their tongues tangle while their hands clutch at hair and shoulders and backs with a renewed sense of urgency.
His lips trail across her cheek and then he's huffing hot air into her ear as she twists her body, her bare thighs parting around his still cloth covered one as she grinds against him. "Slow down," he begs before licking the shell of her ear more slowly.
It's an admonishment of sorts but Bella isn't hurt by it. She understands. It's so easy to get caught up when they both know what it's going to feel like when they're joined. She's pleased he's got the presence of mind to remind her to slow down because her body is on fire and it knows what it wants.
He slides his hands downward slowly, oh so slowly, until he's cupping one breast in each hand and then his lips are following in their wake. With her head thrown back Bella begins to moan as the heat his tongue induces travels down over her collarbones, between the small valley between her breasts and when he takes her aching nipple into his mouth she snarls out a throaty, desperate hissing 'yes'.
He doesn't spend long on that nipple. Just long enough to illicit another throaty moan and then he's leaving it behind to give the same attention to the neglected nipple on the other side. Another moan and he's moving his lips again, though his hands remain there, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin beneath the weight of each of her breasts. She's pushing forward now, jutting them outward, bowing backwards again as she seeks the sensations she knows he can give her just from those small touches. But it's not enough, and he knows it.
He sinks to his knees and kisses across her belly from hip to hip. She's writhing now, his hands leave her chest and follow the trail his hips just traversed and then he's holding her steady again because her knees are buckling from the pleasure of his lips just above where the ridiculously tiny panties cover her most sensitive flesh.
The tiny triangle of white silk that covers her core is beneath his fingertips then. He strums them across from side to side making her shiver, shake and moan again and its then that he decides that what he wants isn't wrong.
He's thought about it before, many times, but he'd never had the courage to tell her that he wanted to explore her like that before tonight. Tonight he wanted to possess her in ways he hadn't ever dared put voice to before. Tonight he wanted to taste her on his tongue and feel her come apart on his lips.
He still didn't think he could actually say it but she didn't protest as he hooked his thumbs into the delicate strings that held her thong in place, so he began to hope she wouldn't and he wouldn't have to verbalise it.
He takes his time removing the tiny item from her body, needing the extra seconds to steel himself not only for the permission if it was given, but also for the disappointment if it wasn't.
He sits back, the backs of his thighs touching his calves so he can watch her unveiled as he slips her thong down over her thighs and off her still sandaled feet. Bella closes her eyes as he stares at her sex.
When she opens them again a shiver takes her over as she watches him lick his lips and then hope is tinged with fear. She wanted him to taste her, was desperate for them to take that step and be comfortable enough with each other to want to do that, but she was also afraid too. Afraid he'd hate it, that she'd hate it and offend him if she did. Afraid that she'd love it too and she'd be unable to tell him so. Afraid that if he let her reciprocate he'd hate it or she would.
"Relax," he whispers against her inner thigh when he feels her go rigid. "Tell me to stop if you need me to," he tells her firmly and then buries his nose in her curls. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he admits so softly she can't make it out, and he's relieved that she can't.
He nuzzles her gently, using one hand to hold her steady about her hip and the other to ease her to open her legs a little. It's still awkward and it won't do. He's on his feet holding her about the waist before she knows what happening and she jerks her head forward, eyes open wide as he eases her onto the bed on her back, legs hanging over the end.
He settles back on his knees and gives her no chance to revert to anxious by falling forward and swiping his tongue up between her legs swiftly. Her elongated 'Oooh' eases both of them, his nerves falling away when he earns another lowly moaned 'oh' from her lips as he presses his tongue deeper between her folds.
Her taste isn't anything like he imagined it to be. Its better. Sweeter and saltier and just...Bella. He uses his thumbs to spread her further, his tongue probing until he finds her swollen bud, its hood pink and glistening in a mix of her desire and the moisture from the tip of his tongue.
Bella begins to writhe as he flicks it and then sucks it gently, alternating between the two until he's sucking longer and flicking less with the strength of her moans. Bella's hips lift and lower with the motion, her fingers tighten and release in his hair and then she's flying. It's a quick fall, the quickest yet, and Edward holds her clit in his mouth, his tongue laving the underside of it, as she rides out her orgasm.
And she's loud. The loudest yet. Not quite screaming but her moan is more a growl and then a high pitched screech at the height of her release and Edward's brain is swimming with lust as she shivers and shakes in his mouth.
He's kissing her softly then. She has no sense of time or space and no idea when he stopped kissing her there and moved up her body to put his tongue into her mouth. She isn't even really kissing him she's still so lost to sensation as her body pulses and quakes beneath him. But he's kissing her and he's swiping his tongue across hers, sharing her own taste with her and as her senses reassemble she moans into his mouth with that realisation.
His hands are everywhere then. On her breasts, in her hair, beneath the small of her back and pulling her upwards into his erection as he presses it against her belly, desperate for some relief himself.
The kiss is frantic now. Teeth gnash against teeth as he spears himself into her mouth and she fights for control of it. Her hands are back in his hair and she's got fists full of his copper locks and she's twisting and pulling his mouth harder onto hers, tasting herself from his lips and driving her hips up into him.
But the balance is restored by Bella this time. It's Bella who slows her movements and shifts underneath him until they are once again side by side. His hips calm as hers do. His hands settle, one at the base of her neck and the uppermost one on her hipbone. She lets go of his hair and trails her fingers down his cheek until she's cupping his jaw while they kiss. A sense of calm, measured adoration settles between them and as heart rates begin to temper so does their desperation.
The desire is still there. The pure unadulterated lust is right there below the surface, biding its time for another spark to be thrown and igniting them both. But for a precious few moments they are both composed.
Bella wants to show her husband the same pleasure he's just shown her and so she takes charge. In a simple manoeuvre she's above him, straddling his hips and gazing down into his jade eyes that reflect everything she's feeling herself.
With shaking fingers she undoes each button on his dress shirt and the button of his suit pants. She pulls the tails of the shirt from his waistband and opens his shirt fully, exposing his chest and belly and then she's slinking down his body, her tongue leaving a warm, wet trail from throat to hip and then back again.
She plunges her tongue into his mouth briefly and then retraces the route back down his body until she's at eye level with the waistband of his pants. Her fingers don't want to work in tandem with her brain and she has to try twice before she manages to flick the little tab upwards on the zipper. With it undone he helps by lifting his hips and then his pants and boxers are both at his knees and it's awkward again. Bella lifts herself to the side and helps him remove the pants and boxers and then her lips are on his thighs and he's thrown himself backwards, one arm over his face as his breath begins to come in short jagged pants.
The same fear courses through him that Bella experienced earlier. What if she hates it? What if I hate it? What if she's afraid and I can't reassure her?
And then it doesn't matter anymore because she's kissing his tip and he's moaning just like she did.
"Relax," she whispers, just like he did, and he does his best to lower his quivering legs back onto the mattress.
It's difficult because his wife has him in her hand now and his hips flex upwards involuntarily. She soothes him with her free hand, running it over his thigh and cooing to him softly to 'just relax' and 'let her'. A gentle flick of her tongue to the underside of his head and he's happy to just 'let her'. There's nothing that would make him stop her now. Nothing.
Growing in confidence at the sound of his groans and moans she takes a little more of him inside her mouth and runs the flat of her tongue over him once, twice and a third time before releasing him with a pop.
"Oh fuck," he manages to curse before she's lowering her mouth to him again.
A little more disappears between her pursed lips and he can't help but take his arm down and cock his head so he can watch. It's almost too much, the sight of her there, straddling his legs with her head bowed over him. Her hair is to one side and cascading down the side of her body and pooling at his hip and her eyes are closed as she sucks him a little deeper again.
She's still tentative, unsure how much pressure to use or how fast to go but they find a way to set a rhythm without words as he lifts and lowers his hips in time with her bobbing head.
His hands are in her hair then, his eyes never waiver from the sight of her there, his length disappearing into her warm, wet mouth. He doesn't instruct her, he doesn't push her or thrust into her mouth he simply lifts his hips to enter her mouth to a depth that she can tolerate and one that makes his whole body sing with pleasure.
"So beautiful," he moans as he throws his head back and closes his eyes. It's too much to watch. He'll lose it and so he just lays there, hips rising in time with the suction she's created. And then it is too much. The familiar sting in his balls begins and he knows he's got to stop her. The hand in her hair slips down and around to the back of her neck and then he squeezes gently. "Stop," he begs, "please stop, baby."
She does, immediately. She springs away from him and sits on her knees beside him, eyes wide with worry that she hurt him or did it wrong. But he's smiling and reaching for her and then she's on her back beneath him and it all happens so, so fast.
His lips find her ear and then he's whimpering as he grinds himself against her belly again. "So, so good," he tells her hoarsely. "Too good," he admits with a throaty chuckle. Bella lets out the long held breath she's been holding and he feels her relax beneath him. "There'll be other times," he assures her, "but I need to be inside you now."
Her grunted 'yes' both reassures and excites him further, if it's possible. He snakes an arm out and reaches for the gold foil strip under his pillow. He manages to tear a single package away from the others and then he's sitting up again, on his knees between hers. The only time he takes his eyes away from hers is to guide the latex down his length properly and then he stares deep into her eyes.
"I love you so much," he tells her as he lowers himself until they are chest to chest.
She grips him at his hips, her lips to his and tells him she loves him too and then he's pressing home. She cries out, still just as thrilled at the feeling of fullness he incites in her every time.
He moans, long and loudly against her lips as her legs splay out and she takes all of him inside her body.
He tries for slow and tender. He tries to show her how much the day has meant to him. He does his best to temper his thrusts and to make it obvious how he feels about being joined with her heart, soul and body, but she's clutching at him roughly, begging him to go faster, harder.
Their inexperience is still evident when he shifts his balance back to his knees and she balks, unsure why he's stopped. It becomes clear when he lifts her too, holding her to his chest as best he can before rolling them onto their sides and then gripping her about her hips to bring her up on top of him.
She understands what he wants but wishes he'd say it. She's too self conscious still to say anything herself but when she sits up straight and he goes deeper than he's ever gone she can't help the jumbled tangle of words that escapes her mouth.
"Holy fucking shit," she mumbles as she puts her hands on his chest and braces herself there, riding the onslaught of sensations out fully before she begins to move. "Oh my god, oh my god," she chants above him.
"Jesus Christ," he groans below her as he realises the mistake he's made. New positions mean he'll lose it faster, not hang on longer.
He's deeper now, her pubic bone is pressed against his and the strength of her inner muscles in this position are milking him, clenching around him so tightly he's seeing stars. This will be even quicker than usual he thinks as she begins to squirm about on him.
Clutching the last vestiges of his sanity he uses his fingers on her hips to guide her into a shallow rhythm. If she lifts off too much he'll come. If she bucks he'll come. If she swears again he'll come.
And then she's coming and he clenches his jaw as her inner muscles clamp down and then begin to pulse around his shaft. He holds her still, desperate to hold her firmly to stave off his own orgasm as he watches hers play out across her face while he feels her body tremble and shake.
"Yes, yes, yes," she's calling while he's thinking 'no, no, no'.
He watches the fine sheen of sweat glisten on her upper chest as she rides out the orgasm he's given her and that's what tips him over. The knowledge that he's given this to her. And then he's bucking his hips involuntarily as the surging pulse inside him erupts and he finds he can't control it any longer.
Bella throws her head back and screeches her pleasure when he comes. In that position she can feel each pulse of his cock. With her so snugly against his groin she can feel each throb inside his balls as they empty. With her perched there on his lap she can watch the utter bliss play out across his facial features and then she's falling again too. Caught up in the waves as they wash over him they begin to wash through her again too.
The exquisite fullness, the dull pulsation of his release and the electric hum of her clit pressed against his pubic bone ignites the fire in her again as she throws herself forward onto his chest and cries out at the explosion.
He's holding her then. Holding her to his chest, his lips in her hair, his breathing short and shallow as he drags in necessary oxygen. She's panting onto his skin making him shiver as her warm breath meets the sweat gathered there.
He's cooing to her softly that he loves her, that he's so proud to be her husband and then she's kissing him in thanks.
There's no need for words. They've given themselves to one another in the most primitive of ways and words just wouldn't be able to express the enormity of that gift, so they're silent. They lay there, pressed chest to chest, his body still embedded in hers, and listen to the others laboured breathing as it calms.
He strokes her back and shoulders.
She runs her fingers down his sides and over his hips.
She rolls onto her back, dislodging him from inside her.
He's quick in the bathroom and then he gathers her up into his arms and kissing her slowly and deliberately, making love to her mouth with his own.
There's no need for words. Everything they are thinking and feeling is there, on their faces and in their actions as they touch and kiss and caress. The love they share and give freely is all there.
Heart beats slow to a more normal rhythm. Limbs relax and go slack after exertion. Brains temper and eyelids close. Bodies seek and arms and legs tangle and sleep takes them over.
Husband and wife fall into slumber in love.
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