Chapter Sixteen

Edward and Bella somehow made it through the sliding door and into the house, despite the fact that her mouth was still on his, soft and demanding. He groaned at the way she tugged on his hair, loving the feeling of her legs wrapped around him the second he lifted her up. They tumbled through the living room, nearly knocking down a lamp but Edward caught it, making them laugh.

He had to put her down before they broke something. She stood before him, panting and smiling, and just…Wow.

"I like seeing you in my shirts," Edward said to her, tugging it a little, before dipping down to kiss her again. His fingers worked through the buttons quickly, tossing it away just as fast. Her lips stretched into a smile beneath his, a tiny hum on them, enticing him further. He pulled away to look at her, his eyes roaming over beautiful curves. It was something he couldn't resist doing as often as possible. The back of her thighs hit the couch as he pressed closer, and he watched her shift under his gaze, that white lace thing falling just past her hips. "I've wanted to see under this cover thing all day."

She grinned and quickly pulled it off, his hands tightening around her hips when it was finally gone. The black bikini top that had teased him throughout the day was strapless and tempting. A blush swept across her chest, but her eyes remained on him.

First, he had to ask, because her comfort was too important to him. "Are you sure? I don't want to scare…after everything that happened to you—"

Her hand rose between them to touch his lip, an invitation. "I'm sure, Edward."

She moaned the moment he kissed after he saw the truth reflected in her eyes. It was the perfect combination of urgent and soft, her tongue sliding along his. His hand slid up her side, teasing her nipple with his thumb.

Their urgent hands worked together to rid him of his hoodie and t-shirt, their chests meeting with little separating them. A few shouts from the beach startled them both, but made them laugh. They had to move before they gave their friends a show, if they decided to come up. His arms wrapped around her tightly, squeezing her hard, and making her giggle.

He inhaled deeply, wanting to memorize her scent. "You smell good."

It was then that she snuck a hand between them, rubbing it over the hard length of him. His next move was almost instinctual; his hands slid down her body, along the back of her thighs to left her up against his chest. Blindly, he walked toward the bedroom, his mouth on hers again, but soon gently pushed her against a nearby wall, desperate for a little more. Their hips met several times, their hands roaming over each other's warm skin. His hand tugged on a cup of her bikini top, pulling it down enough to allow his the tips of his calloused fingers to tease, his tongue to taste.

"Edward," she gasped, her hips rolling against him harder. Immediately, he drew his lips away, groaning. Her lips started on his jaw, gliding over his stubble-riddled chin, along his throat, then circling her tongue over his Adam's apple.

"Fuck," he hissed and pulled away from the wall to make his way into the bedroom. With his foot, he kicked the door closed, heading toward the bed. She protested, though, her feet touching the floor to push him against the door. "What are you doing?"

"My turn to stare," she teased, kissing down his chest. He felt her hand touch his side, to lock the door.

Fuck, this is really happening.

"You look so good right there," she said, cocking her head toward the bed. "But I bet you'd look even better over there."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Bella," he said, grabbing her face with both hands and kissing her hard for a few moments. "You can't say shit like that to me and not expect me to go crazy." He stopped talking, pressing his lips to hers with the same urgency as before. His hands slid under her bikini top from the bottom, gently squeezing, rubbing, and tugging on her nipples. He got rid of it quickly, loving the sounds she made. For every moan she made, he answered in kind.

They fell on the bed within a few minutes, her shorts off, his pants gone, leaving her only in bikini bottoms and him completely bare. Her hands couldn't seem to decide where to explore, often returning to play with his hair, slide down the length of his back, or giving his ass a squeeze. When she did it again, he lost his shit and rolled their bodies until she was on top, loving the way she ground her hips against his, and the feel of her breasts in his hands. Desperate for a taste, he sat up and teased a nipple with a gentle graze of his teeth, soothing it with a swipe of his tongue.

"Condom," she whispered, her hands in his hair, keeping his mouth right where it was. His chuckle made her hiss and roll her hips, eliciting one of his own. She reached toward the nightstand, his hands gliding over every inch of exposed skin. Condom between her fingers, she wiggled down his thighs to slide it down on him. The feel of her hand on his cock was enough for him to curse a lot, making her smile. She laid on her back to wiggle out of her bikini bottoms, but he placed his hand on hers.

"Oh no," he said, rolling to his side to stop her. "Let me." He hovered over her, kissed down her neck, giving each of her nipples a little attention. His fingers found the strings at each side of her hips, pulling and watching as she kicked them away. His hands slid up her inner thighs, teasing her between them. She closed her eyes, her back arching off the bed, as her hips thrust in tandem with his fingers. She seemed to love the bite of the leather ties around his wrist on her thigh.

"Edward." It was part whimper and plea, and he wanted to hear more of it. Just as he started to lick and tease up her body, her hands reached of his hair, pulling him into a deep, cock-twitching kiss. She protested when he removed his fingers, but shivered as he slipped his cock a little inside her, bit his bottom lip when he thrust a little deeper. Once he was inside her fully, all the urgency melted into something slower. Their arms wrapping around each other, foreheads pressed together, lips sliding against scorching skin.

He'd known all along that she'd be fire in his arms.

As the spark between them turned into something hotter, he cupped her cheek, as he thrust deeper, harder. She twisted and pulled, rolled and moaned, igniting along with him. His thumb slipped a little in her mouth, and he felt the wet slide of her tongue on the tip. With another kiss, he used that thumb between her thighs, nearly begging her to come. It had been too long for him, and she felt too good. So desperate to feel her come apart in his arms, he looked for ways to take her there. His lips closed around her nipple, his teeth a tease on the already tender peak. It was exactly what she seemed to need, her thighs shaking as her body arched beneath him, his name a whisper on her lips. He was right there with her after a few shallow thrusts, finally collapsing on top of her.

Out of breath, he had enough presence in mind to roll over, so not to crush her, keeping her half-draped against his side. His fingers drifted down his back, his mind pleasantly blank except for Bella for a few minutes.

"God, what were we waiting for," she said, a little chuckle escaping. Her hand slid up his stomach and remained on his chest. He pulled up a sheet over them, holding her tightly for a few minutes.

"I was a fucking pussy or a gentleman, depends on who you ask," he said, turning serious. She propped up on her side to look at him, confusion on her sweet face. Even with sweat matting a few wisps of her hair on her cheeks and forehead, she still looked so damn tempting. He had to touch her, running his finger along her cheek.

"Why would you say that?" She shook her head. "I have my reasons on being gun shy, and I'm not the type of girl that just jumps in bed with anyone. I've only been with two guys, and now you. I'll admit, when you pretty much said you were going to the same school, I couldn't wait for this."

That could be another reason that held him back, too.

"Why?"

He saw the hesitancy in her eyes, but she squared her shoulders and answered anyway. "I don't know, maybe because we'd have a chance for more than the next five days. I'm not saying that's what I'm expecting, but there's a chance, if that makes sense."

"There are a few reasons. It wasn't until I realized you were going to be in California, too, that I thought that maybe I wouldn't have to give you up. Then there's the fact you told me yesterday about what happened with your ex, I didn't want to push you, like I needed to know you're okay first."

"I appreciate that, not many guys your age would take that into consideration." She shook her head, looking away.

Remembering the awkward conversation of sex with exes, she mentioned a mistake with a friend. "That look there, it's because of the other guy, the one you called a mistake."

"He was a very good friend, at least I thought so, we had a few drinks, and he somehow convinced me that if I just had sex, maybe I'd get over what happened with Peter." Edward wanted to smash the "friend's" face in, too. "At the time, I thought he was right."

"What happened to him? Please tell me you're not still friends with him."

"Hell no. He made sure every guy in his school knew he slept with me. It didn't help me in the least. Thankfully, Angela stuck by me."

"Asshole," Edward said, shaking his head. Despite James and Alec's womanizing ways, they weren't the type to fuck and tell.

For a few minutes, they laid there, quietly contemplating everything they learned in the last week. "I'm not going to lie, I'm scared as fuck."

She rose to her elbow again, kissing him gently. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"My brother fell in love with his best friend of ten years, and when she died, he wasn't the same. He tried to pretend he was fine, but look what happened to him. I like you, Bella, much more in the last week than in six months with my ex."

"I feel the same, so like we said before, let's just let it progress naturally." Her hand skimmed down his chest and over his stomach. He smiled at her and pounced, making her squeal and laugh. She rubbed against him in all the right ways. She got away, though, but she grabbed a condom as she ran to the bathroom.

Hell yes.

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After fooling around in the shower, they helped each other with their tattoos, spreading some of the stuff they received at the shop. Escaping the bedroom in search of food after the massages turned into something else, they worked quickly together, hoping to spend the rest of the night alone together. The last time they checked, before locking themselves in Bella's room, people were still on the beach, around the campfire, including their friends.

They plated sandwiches, fruit, and a little junk food on a tray and sat on the bed to talk and eat. "What's your major?" he asked, throwing a grape at her and watching her catch it. He loved how she didn't mad if he purposely missed, though she did retaliate. "It's something with biology or the environment, right?'

She smiled brightly, nodding. "Biology for now, still undecided on what I'll minor in, but biology all the way." She handed him a drink and cleared her throat. "My turn to guess, I can't see you behind a desk, but you're smart."

Edward waited to see if she'd guess correctly, slipping his hand around her ankle, and pulling her closer. Dressed in his t-shirt and underwear, she looked so comfortable and pleased. The typical male part of him patted himself on the back for that, and the other part of him did, too.

"I've seen you play in the sand," she continued, doing her thing, talking with her hands. Edward didn't think she realized she did it. "Building sandcastles," she grinned and laughed. "They have a good architecture program there."

"Right on the money, B," he said, giving her a kiss. "I worked construction on weekends during the summer for the last two years. I like it. The work is fucking hard, but rewarding, too. I love seeing the completion of a job and thinking, 'I did that'. I might change my mind and just take some of the construction courses there, we'll see."

She smiled at that, whispering, "We?"

He nodded, chewing and thinking. "We."

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Edward and Bella heard some of their friends down the hall a little before dawn, mostly bitching about their ruined plans due to the weather. Some of them left to catch some waves, and the others were starting on breakfast. Too tired after only settling to sleep a few hours before, they ignored them.

That was until Edward woke Bella up, with his lips teasing her navel and continuing further down. The sound of rain on the roof and the tide lapping on the shore did little to mask her sounds. From the look on Edward's face, he loved that he could do that to her.

"Oh fuck," she hissed, her thighs shaking around his head. What a way to wake up.

"Shh," he said, looking up from between her thighs. There were people in the house, she knew that, but damn him for driving her crazy. Her eyes rolled when he thrust two fingers inside her, his tongue teasing and circling. She covered her mouth with her hands, to keep her sounds contained. It wasn't working too well. How he expected her to be quiet when he was doing such delicious things with his tongue and fingers seemed inconceivable.

"A little higher," she whispered, remembering how he said the night before that he wanted to learn how to please her. He wasn't quick to comply on her request, though, teasing her more, but when he did, she bit the heel of her palm to keep from moaning too loud. It wasn't long before the pleasure was too much and she came, floating at the end.

Satisfied and looking somewhat smug, Edward lay on his side, watching her catch her breath. "That went better than last time," he said, shrugging. His eyes rolled when her hand slipped between his thighs, she climbed over him, pushing him onto his back. Not that he put up a fight.

"Now, it's my turn."