Author Note: Thanks for the great response to the last chapter! I sense a bit more softening toward Edward after learning his sad history.
Teasers for guessing the chapter title from Olivia Newton-John went to: 2loveybunnies, dawnhybb, Midnight Cougar, NKubie, tff000, orion03981, Bevey99, anglictash, SassYNoleS, tawelephant, GorGirl, Debbliss, and That'sMzPeachesTYVM. This song was actually the #1 song of the 1980s according to Billboard.
Thanks again to moosals for pre-reading. Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.
Chapter 12 – (Let's Get) Physical
I've gotta hand it to Edward. He's so much better than me at being able to turn off any feelings during class. He behaves totally professionally as always, not paying me any special attention.
Since he dropped me back at my apartment on Saturday night, I've been on Cloud Nine. I'm so glad that he trusted me enough to tell me about his sad childhood, and I'm really glad for that orgasm he gave me later. Sue me for being a hormonal teenager, but I'm definitely looking forward to exploring the sexual side of our relationship. And getting better acquainted with that big dick.
After a few texts back and forth, we agree to go out again the following Saturday, after I come back from brunch at IHoP with Jake, Alice, and her new boyfriend, Jasper. The weather is even warmer than last weekend, so I'm curious as to what Edward has planned.
"You do this to me on purpose," he groans as I get settled in his car.
"It's supposed to be 90 degrees!" I protest. I can't help smiling at how much he likes my legs though. "So what are we doing today?"
"I thought we could go for a drive, see some of the Fall colors. Mid-October is supposed to be the peak."
"Sounds great," I agree. After crossing the Missouri River on the interstate, we turn off onto Highway 94. At first it's mostly just suburbia, but then it morphs into a gorgeous drive, following along the river bluffs.
After a couple of hours, we arrive in the town of Hermann, which is known for having several different vineyards. A number of German immigrants settled the fertile land 150 years ago and began growing grapes for wine.
Hand in hand, Edward and I walk along the Missouri River, which runs just north of the town.
"Did you want to stop at one of the wineries?" I suggest. "I think most of them offer tours and tastings."
He totally gives me the side eye. "You aren't old enough to drink."
"I… might have a fake ID," I confess, making Edward laugh.
"Where'd you get that?"
"It's pretty easy for high school students. Jake knew a guy. Anyway, I've only used it once, mostly just to make sure it'd work. I really don't drink that much," I stress, now that I understand his issue with alcohol. "I've never actually had wine before, but I'm interested in trying it now that we're here."
"I rarely drink," he confesses. "Usually it's just in social situations. I could do a tasting though."
The first winery we find along the river bank offers free cellar tours and tastings for $4. I'm surprised that they don't even ask to see my ID before pouring the samples, but the woman serving probably assumes I'm older since I'm with a man who looks older than 21.
"What do you think?" Edward asks, eyeing me carefully.
"Not a fan of the red ones," I admit. "It's weird that they're not cold."
The server totally laughs at me along with Edward.
As we walk back through town, I pull out my phone and find that the tour offered by the largest winery is rated the top thing to do in town. I suggest it to Edward and he agrees.
After our free tour, there's a $5 charge for six tasting samples. This time they do ask for my ID, though they only glance at it.
The verdict: I still don't like red wine. Some of the sweeter white or rosé ones aren't bad though.
"There's a restaurant here if you want to get dinner," Edward suggests. "It's probably wiser if we dine out away from St. Louis when we can."
"All right," I agree, though the idea makes me sad. Even if it's only this semester when our relationship is prohibited by the school, we'll still need to be discreet until I graduate. I almost hope that Dr. Maltby comes back in January, though of course, I'd want Edward to find another position in town.
The restaurant on the grounds of the vineyard specializes in German cuisine. Edward and I split an appetizer of traditional potato pancakes before deciding on our entrees.
"What are you grinning about?" he asks, sipping his water.
"Just… this," I shrug. "I feel like a real live adult, on a date at a nice restaurant."
Edward chuckles, shaking his head. "You haven't been on a date before?"
"Well, no," I admit sheepishly. "I'd grown up around the guys at Lincoln Park, so it was just weird. And once I transferred, I didn't see the point of getting involved with someone when we'd go our separate ways after graduation."
He smiles. "That reminds me — how did you end up at UMSL anyway? I was so sure I'd heard you were planning to go to U of I."
"Well, since my dad was only making a cop's salary, I knew I'd have to stick to state schools. U of I was always my first choice, but I applied to all of the public schools in Illinois, along with UMSL. Just on a whim, really, because Mom was living nearby.
"Alice and Jake were already planning to go to UMSL when I met them, and when she found out I'd applied, she started trying to convince me to come with them. Alice's dad is a doctor, so she could afford to go anywhere, but Jake couldn't," I explain. "They've been best friends for years."
"I always assumed you'd study English."
"Me too," I laugh. "Alice and I did a campus tour, and as I talked to some of the advisors, I decided that Communications would give me a more broad background when it comes to finding a job after graduation. English is my minor though," I add.
"Well, that's something, at least," he smiles.
"Alice always says I can be her speechwriter once she's a famous politician," I laugh. "She's a Political Science major. And she was Senior Class President at Lafayette. I wish you could get to know my friends, and vice versa."
"They don't know about me?"
"No," I shake my head. "Alice asked me who you were after she saw us talking on my birthday, but I just said your name was Edward and that I'd met you in one of my classes. I feel bad not being honest with them, but…"
"It's safer to keep this between us," he agrees. "Maybe in January you can tell them, once you're no longer my student."
I smile, nodding, as our entrees are delivered.
After sharing a piece of apple strudel for dessert, Edward and I get back on the road, heading home on the interstate since it's so much faster. It's getting dark, so there isn't much to see anyway.
"Do you want to come back to my place?" Edward asks as we cross the bridge back into St. Louis County.
"That sounds great," I agree, excited for more alone time with him. Despite what he said last week, I don't know if he actually intends for us to have sex tonight. I certainly wouldn't be opposed to the idea…
Once we've arrived at Edward's house, we step inside and he turns on the light, looking at me almost nervously. "Do you want to watch a movie?" he suggests. "I've got Netflix."
"Not really," I admit.
"Do you like sports? I bet there's a baseball playoff game on TV."
I shake my head, stepping closer then winding my arms around his neck. "I was kind of hoping to get to know you better."
"Isn't that what we've been doing?" he asks, a grin beginning to appear on his face.
In answer, I get up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips against his. He kisses me back without hesitation, his hands going straight for my ass.
"Do you want to check out my bedroom?" he whispers against my lips.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Grinning, Edward picks me up, carrying me bridal style down the hallway toward the bedrooms. I yelp when he tosses me onto the unmade bed. He turns on the overhead light, using the dimmer to set just the right mood.
Crawling over me, he smiles as he looks down at me. "We can do whatever you want, you know. We don't need to have sex."
"I know." I really think I want to though. What's the point in waiting? It's not like I'm some blushing virgin… thanks to him.
"Tell me what you want and you can have it," he says, leaning down to kiss me softly.
"I want… you to take your shirt off," I grin. So far, Edward has remained nearly fully clothed around me.
Without hesitation, he lifts up to his knees, pulling his polo shirt over his head. I admire his toned torso for a moment, then my brow furrows at the long scar along his right side.
I reach out, softly brushing my finger over the scar. "Is that from the car accident, too?" I ask quietly.
"Yeah. Told you I was banged up," he shrugs.
Edward lowers his weight on top of me, sucking gently on my bottom lip. I kiss him back, and we trade deepening kisses for what seems like hours. My hands get a chance to explore his muscular back, while he pulls and tugs at my nipples through my shirt.
"Can I take this off?" he asks, his hand poised on the bottom hem of my top.
"Yes," I reply breathlessly.
I raise my arms so that he can pull it off, staring into his eyes as he reaches beneath me to unhook my bra. I have to fight the urge to cover myself as he slowly removes my bra. While he's touched my breasts before, he's never seen them, and I hope he likes what he sees.
"You're beautiful, Bella." How did he know just what I needed to hear?
Reaching out, he slowly circles one nipple with his finger until it's stiff and wanting. My breathing picks up as he does the same to the other, as I wonder what exactly is coming next.
I swallow thickly as he tongue darts out, lapping at my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. Pulling back slightly, he blows on it, making it even harder. As Edward continues to lavish attention on my breasts, I can feel this… yearning between my legs. I want him.
"Edward," I beg shamelessly.
"You're very impatient, do you know that?" he grins, dropping a quick kiss on my lips.
"I want to see all of you."
Smiling, he opens the button on his khaki shorts, then tugs the zipper down. As he pulls his pants and underwear down, I can't help the way my eyes widen as his dick is revealed. I mean, I saw it before, pulled through the hole in his boxers, but to see it in all of its glory…!
"Do you want to touch it?" he asks with a chuckle, and I eagerly scramble up to my knees, wrapping one hand around his dick.
"My hand barely goes all the way around it," I marvel as I slowly jack him off. "That really fit inside me?"
"Indeed it did," he laughs. "Lie back again."
I do as he says, biting my lip as he opens my shorts and begins to tug them down along with my panties.
Edward spreads my legs and I remind myself that he's seen me before, albeit from another angle. I nearly buck off the bed when one long finger slowly pushes inside me.
"You're in for a treat now, baby," he promises.
I hold my breath as he leans down, licking up my slit. "Oh god," I whimper.
The combination of his lips and tongue, plus his finger moving in and out of my entrance, has me on the edge in record time. He's clearly done this before, and I have to stop the irrational jealousy of Tanya that washes over me.
She may technically be his wife, but I'm the one in his bed.
As the pressure builds, I instinctively try to close my legs, but he won't let me. His tongue moves faster and faster, and suddenly I'm screaming out in pleasure.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I chant as he slowly brings me down. When he finally stops and looks up at me, he has a shit-eating grin on his face.
"I take it you liked that," he laughs, and I reach out to slap his arm. "We can stop if you want…"
"I don't want," I state plainly.
Smiling, Edward slowly climbs up my body, kneeling between my legs. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it along my slit. I bite my lip, expecting the intrusion of the Biggest Dick Ever at any moment.
"I suppose I should be smarter than the first time and double check whether or not I should find a condom."
"I've been on the Pill for almost four years," I confirm. "Otherwise I had horrible cramps and stuff every month."
"Ok. Prop yourself up on your elbows."
Confused, I do as he says.
"Now watch — watch how your body accepts me."
I watch wide-eyed as his massive appendage begins to disappear inside me. It's still a little uncomfortable, but nothing like our first time.
"Wrap your legs around me," he says in a strained voice, and I quickly do as he says, amazed when his dick slides in even deeper.
"Holy shit," I pant, dropping back down onto the bed. I can feel him pulling nearly all the way out before he pushes in again — hard. "Ah!" I yelp in surprise.
"Hang on tight, baby."
Before I can process what that means, his dick is sliding in and out, his pace quickening with each thrust.
"Ohhhh…" I moan, glad that I don't have to keep quiet this time.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he grunts.
Edward brings his right hand up to massage my breast, gazing into my eyes, and I realize how much I missed that the first time when he was behind me.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks.
I nod, confused as to why he'd even ask. Once his lips are on mine, I understand: his tongue still tastes faintly like what I realize is me.
"Come on, baby," he begs, dragging his lips along my neck. "Let me feel you come on my cock."
My eyes widen at his dirty talk, just as I feel his finger drawing circles between my legs. It's all too much, and I come with a scream.
"That's it!" His thrusts speed up even more until they become erratic, which I assume means he's close. Suddenly, he freezes deep inside me with a loud grunt.
I'm still catching my breath when I feel him slipping out of me. He touches between my legs and I jump, still so sensitive.
"How are you doing?" he asks softly.
"I don't think I can move," I answer honestly, making him laugh.
"Hold tight then."
Edward climbs out of bed, disappearing into what I assume is the bathroom. He's back less than a minute later, a damp washcloth in his hand. I hiss a little as he cleans up his mess between my legs, then tosses the washcloth to the end of the bed.
He crawls up beside me, then turns me onto my side, my back to him, and wraps his arms around me. I can feel his heart beating just as madly as my own.
Edward places a soft kiss beneath my ear, and I shudder. I love the feeling of being in his arms like this, so I close my eyes, completely content.
A/N: This date should hopefully worry you all less, since they drove two hours west of St. Louis to where they were unlikely to run into anyone. And then they came home for a little Netflix and chill… minus the Netflix. Bella is very excited to get up close and personal with the BDE.
Next update on Monday.
For a teaser: The title is a song by a legendary male singer and relates to their next date at a hockey game. I really hated this song for some reason.