Warning: Contains Lemony goodness!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Bella

The look he gave me had my panties soaked through within seconds, the darkness of his piecing gaze making me squirm where I was still positioned on his lap.

I suddenly had a thought of the reason behind his whole form tensing previously was all about when all of a sudden he jerked my body forward in his lap, my burning core pressed right against the obvious bulge in his jean prison.

He was big, even threw the layers between us.

I shuddered at the realisation that there were only a few layers of fabric separating us.

So he could barely kiss me but seemed to enjoy the feeling of me practically grinding against him?

"Edward," I breathed breathlessly before I could stop myself. Hearing his chest rumbling as if in response as he continued to stare at me with a black gaze. "Wha-"

I couldn't prevent the squeal which fell from my lips when his hips seemed to jerk in response to me breathing his name, my next sentence being cut off before my eyes as his eyes began to roam over me possessively.

He made me feel as if I was almost naked, presented in front of him as if I was a buffet for his personal use only.

I doubted I would have any objections if that became a reality.

Scrap that, I knew I wouldn't.

I had never really paid much thought to how I was going to lose my V-card, pop my cherry or go all the way. Waiting till marriage I also didn't have much thought on, but never had I allowed myself to think it would be this soon in any case.

I shuddered at the thought alone, leaning into the cool touch of fingers pressing against my flushed cheeks.

I wasn't stupid or naïve enough as to think that I was the most experienced girl who wanted to be in this exact same position, on Edward's lap while he stared at me as if he wanted to eat me alive and lick his fingers clean afterwards. But I was confident that I was the only girl who would get the chance, because from the bottom of my heart and at the forefront of my mind I knew he was mine as I was his.

Hopefully, it would stay that way.

Permanently.

Feeling him throb underneath me I resisted the urge to roll my hips, my lack of experience not seemingly bothering either of us since I knew Edward was in the exact same boat. If he hadn't so much as kissed someone before, something I was still trying to get my head around, then the chances of him having gone further were highly unlikely.

Well, that's what I wanted to believe anyway.

So with that on my mind I stayed perfectly still, not wanting to risk pushing him too far. Though even so I couldn't help but find myself curious as to see just how far he was willing to push himself before he had no choice but to pull away.

I certainly wasn't going to tell him 'no' that was for sure.

"I want to-I want to try something…something else," he swallowed loudly.

Watching his eyes flickering over my face, searching for any hesitation or disagreement on my part I smiled when he clearly found none. His lips curved into that gorgeous crooked grin of his in response, the one he reserved just for me.

Was I soaking his jeans, because I was sure I was gushing all over his lap by the look he was giving me?

"W-what did you have in m-mind?" I managed to stuttered out, flushing brightly.

It wasn't until I caught him breathing in deeply, his grip on my thighs tightening significantly in response that I felt myself stiffen on his lap, and not in a good way.

"Edward…" I spoke slowly. He hummed in reply. "Just how sensitive is your sense of smell?" I asked nervously, my fingers playing with the collar of his skirt.

The look he gave me was predatory.

"Good enough to know that your soaking between those delicious thighs of yours" he growled huskily.

My eyes widened at both his tone and words in surprise, my breath catching in my throat as I felt myself clench at his dirty mouth.

Who would have thought?

By the way his own eyes widened in shock I had the feeling that it wasn't intentional on his part, that in truth he hadn't had control of his thoughts at the time and simply spoke them aloud.

What I hadn't planned on was just how fucking hot it made me all of a sudden.

Apparently I liked this side of Edward a lot more then I first thought.

"Fuck…" I breathed out, my own voice low with lust.

For Edward it only just hit me that it was the first time he had heard me curse, but instead of a disapproving look I expected since I knew his views of using curses, it seemed he had suddenly found himself a new turn on as well.

Edward likes the cursing when wound up – something to remember.

"Can-can I just…uh…" Edward purred out nervously before gently guiding my hips in a rolling motion over his bulge.

I moaned, feeling him stiffen at both the sound and the sensation before he seemed to be figuring out just how much he could handle before putting me in hard.

I trusted him completely.

He wouldn't hurt me as far as I was concerned, ever.

Even the thought that he would refused to enter my mind.

Just, just no…

"Again?" I practically begged, craving more of the delicious sensation.

Visibly steading himself, his hands firm just pain free on my hips, he once again rolled my hips causing the both of us to throw our heads back at the sparks of pleasure it created.

Ever so gently, taking it excruciatingly slowly as to be overly cautious, Edward began to slowly rotate my hips repeatedly over his clearly aching erection. The fact layers were in-between us didn't take the pleasure anyway as I found myself trying desperately to speed up the pace.

This was not what I had thought we would be doing as soon as we had the house to ourselves.

Not that I was complaining.

Not at all.

Never having felt so much pleasure before I soon found myself gasping, feeling myself approaching something big but not knowing how to fall off the edge. While one part of me wanted to stop, it feeling as if it was too much, another part of me wanted to continue, wanted to feel what was at the end.

The result of my conflicting emotions, I was a gasping wreak.

"That's a good girl," hearing Edward's low growled I fell forward, my forehead resting against his collar bone as I panted against his neck like a wild animal. "Such a good girl, or are you bad?" I gasped at his dirty tongue. "Making me lose control of myself, making me want nothing more than to bend you over this desk and-"

"Edward!" I cried out when I felt myself fall over the edge, my eyes clenched shut as I jerked in his grasp as I felt myself being hit with so many sensations it left me gasping.

I felt my core clenching and gushing against my panties as Edward's own hips jerked, his chocked groan and prolonged growl only seemingly prolonging my pleasure as I saw white behind my eye-lids, my lips parted as I practically sobbed out my release due to it feeling so good.

"Bella, uh… Bella!"

Vaguely aware of the dampness between my thighs, Edward's calling out of my name I struggled to remain in the present and not drift off in a pleasurable haze.

"Wow," I breathed. "That was-"

"Yeah," Edward agreed breathlessly, even though I doubted he actually needed to breathe in the first place.

"Did you-?"

"Yeah," he nodded as he answered my silently question.

Did you cum?

"I can smell you did," he added bluntly causing me to blush.

Lovely…

We both sat there in silence until I blushed in embarrassment when I heard my stomach rumble, reminding me that it had been a while since I had eaten anything. It also seemed to snap Edward out of his orgasmic haze as his gaze snapped to mine, his eyes narrowing briefly before I found myself standing in the kitchen in the next split second.

"Warn a girl, Edward" I closed my eyes, trying to overcome the dizzy spell which had come over me.

"Sorry, Love" he gave me that crooked grin I adored so much, and just like that all was forgiven. "Esme prepared meals for you to eat throughout the weekend."

I stared at him blankly, watching as he flashed towards the fridge only to open the door and leave me speechless.

"Just how much did she cook?" I took in the plastic tubs in the cooled space, shaking my head in wonder. "This is way more than two days' worth of food, Edward," I glanced up at him.

He shrugged. "I was told to inform you the reason behind it was Esme wasn't sure what you enjoyed. However, I do not feel comfortable deceiving you, she simply wanted to cook."

I laughed, moving to pull out what looked to be some sort of soup before tugging off the lid and taking a whiff. How it was possible that Esme could be such a talented cook when she couldn't taste the food she made I didn't know.

"She's too sweet," I moved towards the microwave.

Edward took a seat at the spotless island in the middle of the kitchen, his eyes focused on me making me shiver. My panties were still soaked from practically gushing due to Edward's surprisingly dirty mouth, and it hadn't skipped my attention that Edward had somehow managed to sneak out while I wasn't looking and change his in the space of a few seconds.

I barely resisted the urge to give him the stink eye.

"So," I shifted nervously as I waited for the soup to heat. I could feel my cheeks begin to flush as I rolled the words over in my head what I wanted to say. Surely I shouldn't have much trouble considering we had both just gotten off by dry humping in-

Fuck, did we really just dry hump in Carlisle's office?

"What is it, Love?" Cool fingers lightly brushed against my cheek.

Might as well just come out with it…

"Just how sensitive is your sense of smell?" I blurted. If he could smell the fact I had cum, then what else could he pick up on? Did I really want to know?

He stared at me for a long few seconds before smirking. "Do you really want to know?" he repeated my inner thoughts.

Did I?

"Yes," I nodded.

Apparently I did.

"I can smell the very second you are aroused. I can recognise the scent of your tears, though I am relieved I have yet to pick up on yours. I can-"

"Ok, ok, I get it" I cut him off. God forbid he embarrasses me further by listing something even more humiliating then being able to know when I was aroused and when I wasn't.

It wasn't until a few hours later that Edward's previously amused features as we laid on the sofa watching Wuthering Heights that he frowned. I watched him carefully, his eyes flickering with confusion and annoyance before worried replaced it.

"What's going on?" I looked around the whole coven as they suddenly appeared in the living room within a blink of an eye. Weren't they meant to all be busy for the weekend, leaving both me and Edward to ourselves? I may not have been expecting sex; hell the dry humping was a bonus, but the privacy of it just being the two of us had sounded nice.

It wasn't like I didn't like any of the Cullen's, because as far as I was concerned I saw them all as family, with the exception of Rosaline of course. I was just looking forward to spending some quality time with my mate.

I kept quiet, knowing by the expression on Alice's face that she had seen something bad enough to cut everyone's travel plans short.

"What did you see, Alice?" Carlisle asked concerned, his arm wrapped around Esmes shoulders.

Alice's expression soured, her eyes flickering from me to Edward who refused to move an inch from my side. I couldn't find it in me to complain, not when I knew we were talking serious and not simply a small problem that could easily be solved.

"It's James and Victoria-"

Edward cut her off with a growl. "What the fuck, Alice?"

"Hey, can we not do the mental thing?" Emmett complained.

Rosaline scoffed. "Clearly it's to do with the human, of course it would be!" she spat.

"With you pack it in!" Esme snapped for the first time I had seen her. She played the part of a scolding mother perfectly I couldn't help but note, her eyes narrowed. "Carry on, dear" she told Alice gently.

Alice swallowed, curling into Jaspers side. "They've changed their minds. James seemed to realise he was close to Victoria rejecting him for good this time, so now instead of going after Bella directly they've decided to try and take us all down."

"The Voltouri."

I frowned in confusion when every single one of the Cullen's seemed to stiffen in unison at the name alone, leaving me wondering just who were the Voltouri. I knew they were some sort of vampire government from when Edward briefly mentioned them in conversation, but why did they seemed to fear them so much? Surely they couldn't be that bad, right?

"I hope your happy, bitch!"

I flinched at Rosaline's tone as Emmett had to physically hold her back from coming at me. While I knew Edward wouldn't let her hurt me, I couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy with the pure hatred she was looking at me with.

Just what had I done to offend her so much?

"Why would I be happy?" I looked around at everyone. "And what's so bad about them going to the Voltouri?"

Jasper frowned. "They will not be pleased to know that we allowed a human to know what we are, Bella. There a many rules governing our kind, but the most serious is the human race finding out about us. There could be serious consequences for all of us."

"But I'm Edward's mate," I curled into his side. "Surely there must be some sort of exception. I mean, it isn't as if I am going to stay human forever, right?"

None of them seemed shocked by my statement, that some time I will want to join the world of eternity if it meant that I could forever be with Edward. I knew we still needed to talk about it, not only the positives but I wanted to make sure I was fully aware of the negatives as well.

Still, I highly doubted it would change my mind on what I wanted.

Not when all I wanted was Edward, and Edward alone.

"They will question the fact that I have not changed you," Edward frowned. "They will not like it either way, especially when they find out that your mind is silent to me, and both Alice and Jasper struggle to get a read on you as well."

I turned to Jasper at that. "You struggled to read my emotions?" I knew Alice had trouble, but Jasper I had just assumed didn't have any trouble picking up on what I was feeling.

He shook his head, looking frustrated. "At times I get a burst of emotion from you, but the majority of the time I cannot pick up on anything solid."

"Oh," was all I could say.

"So they are going to the Voltouri?" Carlisle directed his question to Alice. "Do you know when?"

Alice looked even more worried as she nodded nervously. "They already have. Aro will be in contact with you today, claiming that we all need to visit him within the next two days or he will arrive here personally. Considering whenever they leave their castle something negative happens, I wouldn't test their patience."

Carlisle nodded. "Then I will await his call and sort it out, hopefully we will get through this with ease. Bella," he turned towards me. "I am afraid you will also have to come to Italy with us. Aro is not a man we wish to mess with; we are on thin ice with him as it is."

I knew it was a request I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to. "Why are you already on thin ice? I thought Edward told me you lived with him for a while?"

"I did, however, Aro is a paranoid vampire. He believes everyone is out to dethrone him, and due to my coven containing not only more and more vampires, but gifted ones as well. He thinks we are out to get him."

I scrunched up my face. "He thinks you want war?" if there was one vampire in the world who didn't want war then ir was Carlisle; he was the most peaceful one I knew.

Esme was the first one to roll her eyes. "I know, dear. But the man isn't completely secure in his position, so he believes that even my husband is against him. It is sad really."

Or stupid, I thought.

"So, I guess Italy it is then" Emmett grinned, clearly looking on the bright side.

At least someone was.

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