Chapter 58 - Naked

It wasn't her imagination, it was really happening.

Suddenly clothes were being shed and limbs were everywhere at once.

While Edward was quick to lose everything down to his boxers, Bella struggled with balance and coordination problems…. as well as body insecurities …

She was on her knees in front of him, about to bare it all, when that first gust of self consciousness hit her like a slap in the face.

Things that used to be firm, pert and high-set, were now heading towards soft and squidgy. Everything seemed to be getting... bigger… wider. Weight gain was expected, but the speed of which it was happening was frightening to witness.

She tried suggesting turning the light off or at least make it much dimmer or SOMETHING, but Edward wouldn't have any of that.

"Leave it on. I want to be able to see you. Need to see you. Please," he whispers in what is nearly a whine, "All of you."

She hadn't even realized she was still holding on to her shirt, until he started tugging it down her shoulders. It was not that she was particularly modest; rather that she did not enjoy feeling this vulnerable.

"Come on, Bella! You've nothing to be shy about. Do I have to remind you that you were practically stripping for me the other day."

Of course he would bring that up.

"Don't remind me. Not one of my finest moments," she groaned, but her embarrassment was quickly squashed as a wave of excruciating pain hit her. "Ow, hey, watch the shoulder, Edward! Watch the shoulder!"

"You're such a cry baby, Swan," he complained, but nonetheless soften his movements considerably as he resumed his attempts to peel the shirt off her body. He paused long enough to fondle a now exposed breast before he went to work on the damp piece fabric that was her panties. They went missing in a matter of minutes, as did his then they were naked. Both of them. Very, very .

That mere thought alone was enough to make breathing difficult. This was more than just baring skin, she felt like she was exposing her most intimate secrets to this man. Since she loved him, he had the power to hurt her in ways none else could, and that was terrifying.

Momentarily overwhelmed by this revelation, Bella barely noticed being lowered down on the bed. It wasn't until he moved to lie beside her that she came back to her senses, quite literally, as his nearness, his warmth, his scent had every fiber of her being standing straight on high alert.

Suddenly, she was immensely glad that the beside lamp was still flooding the room with its warm amber light. Her mind was going 'finally, finally, finally', because displayed before her was 'one goddamn fine specimen of male hawt-ness!'

Edwardbreathed a sound that might have been a laugh, "You realize you just said that out loud, right?"

She hadn't, but now that she did she felt an instant blush heat her face and upper body. Though, if she was honest with herself it was more out of excitement than embarrassment. God, her hormones were screaming at her to roll him over and shag his brains clenched her thighs together torelieve some of the throbbing ache at her core.

"I don't believe I have ever heard you praise my physical appearance quite like that before." Laughter rumbled in his chest as he pulled her against him. "Should I be afraid? You're kind of looking at me like I'm a piece of meat at a butcher's market."

"Get used to it!" she growled, silently grateful for his effort to keep the vibe light. "Your body gets my juices flowing, sue me..." She stroked his thigh, then cupped his bare, flawless ass firmly.

His breath hitched, his hips jerked and his erection twitched between them, but he still managed to murmur a suggestive reply, "Sue you? No. I'd rather do other things to you. But first…" he paused for a moment, as if to catch his breath and then he quite abruptly rolled over onto his back and took her with him until she was sprawled on top of his body.

Not an unpleasant position to be in. In fact, it felt amazing, so much so it didn't bother her all that much when his hands began exploring the curves and contours of her body. It wasn't like he could see much of anything lying flat on his back anyway. And yeah it felt good…

At some point he pushed her hair aside and nuzzled her neck, his lips seeking out the spot they both knew always drove her wild. At least that's what it seemed like he was doing until he spotted the discolored area that covered a better part of her shoulder and he just stopped in his tracks, dumbstruck. "Shit Swan, I knew there would be bruising, I just didn't realize bruises could be in quite so many colors." His fingers ghosted lightly over her tender skin as he spoke.

"I know. Not a sexy look, sorry," she sighed and propped herself up on her side to escape his prodding fingers and intense gaze.

"No, I'm the one that's sorry. It's just more extensive then I thought. …Bella, I…"

"What?"

"You're okay, right?" He suddenlydrew back and looked directly at her. "I'm not coming on too strong? Should we slow down?"

"I'm fine, Edward," she insisted her breath catching as he trailed his fingers down her side and acrossthe unfamiliar territory that was her swollen abdomen.

"I mean it," she added when he made no reply. "I actually feel better tonight than I have in a while."

"If that bruise hurts halfas bad as looks, you're not fine."

She shook her head. "It's alright, no pain no gain. It could have been so much worse than a few bumps and bruises. Good thing I have acquired some extra padding I reckon."

This whole conversation made her want to cover herself with her hands. Desperate to distract herself—and him— she dragged a finger down over his pectorals, letting her nail graze over the toughened skin of his nipple.

His reaction was instant and didn't disappoint. "Be-ella…" he groaned, throwing his head back. A handful of fingers kept torturing his pebbled nubs, while her other hand found its way down to stroke his swollen length.

"God, Bella, you're killing me," he gasped, as he bucked against her palm. He was warm and slick and so, so hard. The feeling of it, the anticipation that was building caused pleasure to ripple through her and more wetness to coat her inner thighs.

She threw a leg over his, so she could press herself closer to his side, seeking friction as her heart began to pound. Edward caught on and wrapped his hands under her ass. Shifting her up a little higher, he latched on to one of her breasts and used his mouth, tongue and teeth to drive her wild.

Her breath hitched and a low groan bubbled up from her throat. Eyes closed, her senses took over. Edward pressed a knee between her legs, leaning forward so she could rock against him. And rock against him she did. There was a whole dimension of nakedness between them, both physical and emotional.

No secrets. No lies. At last.

It was raw, it was fierce, and it was incredible, but then a sudden noise shocked her into opening her eyes, ruining the euphoria.

"What the hell was that?" Bella hissed, panting, forcing her head up to look around the room. The noise came and went and came again. It reminded her of the disturbing buzzing, screeching sound of a mobile being too close to a radio or a speaker or some other sound output device. And it seemed to be originating from somewhere beneath the clothes and blankets at the far end of the bed.

"Wha…what?" Edward grunted. His eyes popped open when he realized she had stopped moving. "What?" he repeated again, lids heavy and pupils dilated.

"The NOISE. Can't you hear it?"

"What the heck is that?" he panted his breath coming in labored gasps as he looked around, trying to get his bearings. The contours of his jaw and chin were taut and clenched as though he was in great pain. More screeching was heard and then random fits of what sounded like child-like-coughing.

"Fuck," Edward cursed and shifted her off his body in order to sit up. He felt around with his hands a bit until he finally found what he was looking for. "I think I… yep, here it is," he announced, holding up something shiny and blue. "I forgot I even brought it with me."

"Is that…?"

In his hand he held the receiver that came with the flashy state-of-the-art baby monitor Esme had gifted him for Christmas.

"Is that Tony? Is he awake?"

"I don't think so. He's not crying and if he's not crying he's not awake," Edwardsaid as he fiddled with the device in his hands. Whatever he did seemed to take care of the static disturbance. "Sometimes I hear him talk and uh, move and stuff and think he's woken up, but when I check on him, he's still asleep."

"You sure? Wouldn't want him wandering around or falling down the stairs." Bella began to reach for something to cover herself with. Everything was on the floor. She felt like simultaneously punching somebody and crawling into a hole crying. She settled for grabbing a pillow and wringing the 'neck' of it. "I understand if you need to… I mean, this can wait til another time. I can wait."

"No," Edward put the baby monitor down on the bedside table, snatched the pillow from her hands and put it under his head, all in one smooth motion. "That's not what's going to happen here. I'm absolutely positive he's not awake and even if he was, he wouldn't get past the door. Carlisle helped me turn the door handle upside-down."

"Oh," she blinked slowly. "You mean you locked the door?"

When he saw that she didn't grasp what he meant, he scooted closer and explained, "No, I didn't lock it. We reinstalled the door handle so that it points upwards. This means the little monkey can hang on the door handle all he wants, but it won't get him anywhere, anymore."

"That's... that's genius, actually." She drew in choppy breathsas his hands wrapped on her hips, pulling her closer to him again. "You just scored a ridiculous amount of grown up points, butI have to say this is too weird a conversation to be having naked."

"Is that your way of saying the mood is ruined?" He pulled on her hair making her head lift up. "Because if it is, Swan, I'm going to need one hell of a cold shower." Hepressed against her, letting her feel him hard and leaking against her thigh. "You're so hot like this, you've no idea. Your body is banging!"

Bella let out a hoarse laugh. "You're only saying that because you're hoping to get laid."

"Is it working," he asked, his free hand traveled down her body, and came to a rest between her legs. "Or did I lose you, talking about my awesome baby proofing skills?"

"At the moment I'm more interested in your baby making skills…"she whimpered under his touch as his fingers trailed dangerously close to her core. "There is entirely too much talking and not enough fucking going on."

"Oh, really?!" he teased and she bit back another whimper as his thumb grazed wet folds.

"Yeah, really." She threw her head back and moaned loudly. How there was still a conversation happening at this point was a mystery.

"And here I thought foreplay was important to you." His fingers moved upwards to the sensitive spot of swollen bud and he teased the area with feather-light touches.

"Fuck foreplay. We can do foreplay some other time," she growledand raised her hips against his in a a blatant invitation.

"You're so pushy, Swan," he laughed, but didn't hesitate to rub against her heated flesh, coating himself with her wetness. Not that he needed to, everything was slick and ready and begging.

He shifted his weight to his elbows as he hovered over her, positioning himself at her entrance. They both shuddered at the intimate contact, but then heseemed to think of something and abruptly broke away muttering, "Roll on your side! It will be better position. The angle-…"

"No, like this," she pleaded, not recognizing her own voice when it was so harsh with raw need. "It will work. I'm not that … big yet. I want to see you. Need to see you, please?" she pleaded, looking right into his eyes.

He met her gaze and she let him see, for just a moment, every emotion he evoked; the naked longing, the desperate need, the regret and horrible anguish, and most of all, the all-consuming love she felt for him.

That seemedto set something off, because suddenly he was back to being the confident and assertive Edward again. "Tell me how bad you want it," he rasped and got on his knees, gripping the headboard for support.

She watched his arms flex and tremble as he fell forward until he was hovering over her only a few inches to spare. Never taking his eyes off of her, he angled his hips to press the tip of his length just barely inside her.

"Please," she moaned, sliding her calves up over his round ass, pulling him down with the heels of her feet.

"Tell me," he growled, going a little deeper, before pulling back again, making her dizzy with the need spiraling inside her.

"I want you, Edward," she whimpered, digging her nails into his back. "I need…"

"You need what?" he grunted and dropped his head so his lips brushed her ear as he spoke. "Let me hear you say it…"

"You. Inside me. Now," she ground out, every inch of her body arching upwards to the point where she thought she might break.

"You already have me, you insatiable woman." With that, he let his weight drop on top of Bella, pinning her with heaviness and heat as he sheathed himself entirely within her. "Is that what you were waiting for?"

"Oh...oooh..." Bella moaned loudly and dug her hands into his hair. She couldn't stay still, her back arching, her hips rising, taking him as deep as he could inside of her.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," he grunted, his voice was barely recognizable it was so low.

They fit so good like this. He filled her so completely that it took her breath away. She laid there open and vulnerable waiting for him to move, he didn't.

"You're at my mercy now. Mine to play with," he panted and she nodded fervently.

"Say it. Say you're mine."

"I'm yours, heart, body and soul," she sobbed. "Oh god Edward, I'm yours."

"Say you'll never lie to me again."

"Never again," she echoed.

When he finally moved, his thrusts were painfully slow, but the friction that it generated was exquisite. He wasn't tender or loving, but he wasn't rough or forceful, either, just slow, oh-so-torturously slow. He kept his weight on his knees so as not to drive her into the mattress. His head was buried in the crook of her neck, and his whole body visibly shaking with the restrained effort to hold himself back. It was then she realized how very careful he was being.

This gave her hope that there was something still there worth fighting for.

Although cohesive thoughts were jumping ship, she felt herself growing desperate for him to enjoy this as much as she was. She wanted to taste every inch of his skin, kiss every spot I could reach.

Her hands were everywhere and nowhere, grabbing his hair, digging into his back, kneading the firm rounds of his buttocks….

That had him shuddering so violently his arms gave in causing his upper body to fall forward. As he caught himself on his elbows, they both cried out at the shocking pleasure of the change in angle. Edward's chest slapped against her breasts with an obscene and oddly arousing sound. A couple more thrusts and Bella was clenching and spasming around him, a sensation so pleasurable it approached pain.

Edward wasn't far behind. With his face against her neck, he let out an incomprehensible string of words combined with a guttural call of her name, as he spilled inside her.

Bella's inner walls pulsated almost violently as her orgasm seemed to last longer than usual, reaching multiple peaks, which had NEVER happened from penetration alone before.

Afterwards, they lay together in silence. They traded looks briefly, but neither knew what to say to the other, so nothing was said. For once they seemed to be at a complete lost for words.

Perhaps time stood still – though it never really does, or perhaps Bella dozed and lost herself for five, maybe ten minutes. She couldn't be sure how much time had elapsed. Next thing she knew, Edward was snoring in her ear.

Quietly, with as little movement as possible, she managed to get the light switched off and fetch the comforter off the floor without disturbing him.

It was much later, while drifting between dreamless sleep and conscious thought, that Bella felt a wet warmth glaze over the skin of her shoulder.

It felt like…. lips?

Barely daring to breathe, she waited, eyes closed. Was he awake, or was the peck on her shoulder an automatic response to something he was dreaming? His body shifted behind her and then she felt it again, a second kiss being planted very lightly at the same spot as the first.

When she felt him go in for a third kiss she reached over, finding Edwards's hand, and lacing their fingers together.

For a moment neither of them moved. Then Edward's fingers curled tightly

around Bella's, as he moved their hands to rest over the small swell of her stomach.