Major re-write on this one so probably lots of mistakes. Thanks for reading my mess! Love ya :3
Chapter 26.
"Cullen?" Bella's tone is soft, almost a whisper, while her fingers trail in my hair, still damp from our impromptu bath.
"Hmmm?" I'm sprawled over her, still wrapped in towels under the covers, my ear pressed over her chest, where I've been listening to her heart settle down for the past few minutes.
"I want to go all the way," she says.
I think my heart stops for a second, before it jumpstarts into a sprint. I'm immediately hard again.
"I'm ready," she continues. "I want you. I want it to be you. I trust you…so much. I love you."
I press a hand on the mattress lifting myself off of her. Her eyes are on mine at once, wide, trusting, full of love.
"Are you sure?" I croak out, clearing my throat afterward.
She nods emphatically, biting her lips. I drop onto her, pressing my lips on hers, while my hand grazes over her shoulder and down her arms.
"Do you want to?" she asks nervously, it makes me smile.
"Are you kidding?" I chuckle, grabbing her hand on mine and bringing it between my legs, so she can feel how much I want to. "What do you think?"
Her answer is a kiss, as she palms me over my boxers. My hand trails down, over her stomach and between her legs, where I find her already dripping wet from having my mouth on her earlier.
"If it hurts, or you change your mind," I try to reassure her, while my thoughts are still coherent. "Just tell me, okay?"
"I won't change my mind," she says in the softest of whispers, hand dipping into my boxers. "I want you."
A growl escapes my lips as I press a kiss onto her neck, before I leave the bed quickly to find my bag and the pack of condoms I have in there.
She's not subtle as her eyes roam over me, and the blush that spreads on her cheeks nearly makes me trip on my own feet, desperate to get back to her. She laughs as I kneel on the bed, condom in hand.
"I wasn't expecting anything," I explain quickly, hoping she believes me. "But I wanted to be prepared...just in case."
"Can I do it?" She sits on the bed, the white hotel comforter dropping to her thighs. Her breast exposed, natural, free. Fiery red spreads over her face as she extends a hand in front of me.
Her words catch me by surprise, my own voice breaks. "Do what?"
"Roll that…" She gestures to my hand, before looking up to me. "Onto you?"
Jesus.
"Yeah?"
She nods and kneels in front of me, taking the foil package and tearing it from the corner. I push down my boxers and breathe out through my nose, then watch as her small hands circle me and slowly sheath me in a condom.
When she looks up at me, her eyes are hooded, her cheeks still burning, hair stuck to her neck.
"You say the word, and I stop." I promise her, holding her face.
"Okay," she says softly, lying back down under me, her eyes never leaving mine.
My fingers delve into wetness, guiding myself where I've been wanting to be for so long.
As gently as I can manage, I push myself inside of her little by little while she wraps her hands around my neck.
She gasps. I do too. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders.
"You okay?" I ask between my teeth, forcing myself to halt, tightness swallowing me. I don't think I'm even halfway inside of her. Her eyes are tightly closed. "Am I hurting you?"
"Just a little," she says in a clipped whisper.
I drop my forehead on hers, breathing out, unsure on what to do. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, don't stop." She shakes her head, looping her legs around me, her heels pushing on my ass, while her fingers fist my hair.
I move as slowly as I can manage, watching for her reaction, until our hips are flush and we both gasp.
She pulls my lips to hers, sealing our moment with a kiss.
"Are you okay?" I ask again.
She nods, eyes closed, pulling me even closer.
She's squeezing me—all of me—as I start to move, painfully slow, in and out of her.
It's the most delicious torture ever, and I never want to stop.
She pulls on my neck, calls my name, I don't even know what I say.
Her gasps turn into moans as I increase my pace, slipping a hand between our bodies so I can touch her too, because I'm unfairly close already, and I want it to at least be good for her.
I hold off as much as I can, until she's clenching around me, until she grabs a pillow to cover her face.
I pull the pillow from her face and kiss her, unable to hold off anymore and allowing myself to finally let go. I collapse on top of her, breathing harshly, then push my weight off of her.
I'm still struggling for a breath, staring at the ceiling, when she giggles.
She moves closer to me, arm over my chest, and her face appears in my field of vision, a breathtaking, broad smile on it. She runs her fingers on my shoulder and neck, making my eyes flutter close.
"Was that good for you?" She asks in a whisper.
"You have no idea." I chuckle, my chest feeling light. I feel like I'm floating.
"Now that I know what all the fuss is about," she peppers kisses along my jaw, pulling my face to hers. "I'm going to want to do that again."
I laugh against her lips, wrapping an arm around her. "You're going to have to give me a minute or two."
~.~.~
"Oh my God!"
I wake up with a jolt at the sound of Bella's voice and jump out of bed, jamming my pinky toe against the bed leg in the process.
"Fuck!" I'm grabbing my foot, hopping my way around the bed. Bella is by the window, one hand holding the curtains open, her back to me. "What happened?" I groan, setting my foot down and testing my toe.
"It's snowing!" She turns to me with a bright smile on her face. "Like really snowing!"
"Oh…" I press a hand to my chest, my still heart speeding in there, while my eyes peek at the alarm clock next to the bed. It's already past seven in the morning. "Jesus…" I drop back on the bed with a huff and scrub my face. "You almost gave me a heart attack."
"Sorry…" She walks quickly to me, stepping between my legs. "Are you okay?"
"I stubbed my toe." I almost pout, dropping my head on her chest. She wraps her arms around me, laughing softly into my hair.
"I'm sorry," she says, running her fingers in my hair as she pulls back. "Do you need ice or something?"
"Nah, it's okay." My hands travel up her legs and under her shirt, my shirt, fingers tingling over the soft skin of her back. I want to ask her to come back to bed, we have some time before we officially need to be up, but then I see the look on her face, and how her eyes keep peeking at the window. "What is it?"
"It's snowing, big clumpy flakes," she says, excitement all over her face.
I smile, helpless, getting up while she rushes back to the window. I stand beside her while she holds the curtains open again, her eyes trained through the glass, a mesmerized expression on her face.
My eyes are on her. On the sunrise lighting up the grey sky and reflecting on her face. On her eyes shining with the falling snow.
"You're so fucking beautiful." It's the truth, but the words just kind of slip out of me. She turns to me with a smile while I lean on the window frame, and then she hugs herself to me, returning her attention to the window.
We watch the snow for a while, content, at ease…so fucking happy. There's a good few inches of snow over everything and quite a bit of it still falling down. Definitely the first good snowstorm we've had, and now that I think about it, probably Bella's first ever.
"Want to go play in it?" I offer.
"Yes!" Her answer is immediate, her smile wide.
"All right, let's go." I push away from the window, my eyes on hers as she looks up at me expectantly. "We're stunting in the snow."
She practically beams, rushing to her bag and taking stuff out. I head into the bathroom to splash my face and rinse my mouth and then throw a hoodie and socks on. When I come back out, Bella is fully dressed in winter gear. Red, puffy jacket on. Jeans. Boots. Mittens. Knit hat, top pompom and all. The whole shebang.
"You're going out in those?" Her gaze trails down my legs, exposed in the gym shorts I wore to sleep, and her eyes widen as I slip my socked feet into my slides.
"C'mon, it's not that cold." I grab her camera and tripod before she even asks, and we head out.
Because taking pictures of Bella, yeah, that's become a favorite thing of mine. She's photogenic without even trying to be. After a few shots along the trail behind the cabins, we set up the tripod in front of a pine tree on the side of the main trail entrance. The tree is decorated with Christmas lights, and now also sprinkled in snow—it would make a nice backdrop for a stunt session.
"Is your toe okay?" she asks as I walk closer to her.
"Yes..." I chuckle, making her smile.
"What about your shoulder?"
"It's fine," I say with a shrug. "I can always get a massage later."
"I don't know if this is a good idea." She gestures down to herself and her winterfest outfit.
"Can you move well in all that?" I ask jokingly.
"Sure I can."
"Then don't worry about me."
We keep it simple and only do a few basic stunts, take some pictures together as well, because yeah, we do that now, too. The one with me holding her up, in a hug, not a stunt, becomes the lock screen on my phone. It's just us, lost in the moment, lost in each other, and so incredibly happy.
~.~.~
It's past eight in the morning when Bella finally agrees to walk to the main lodge for their complimentary breakfast. We're supposed to meet with Emmett and Vicky, to get some food before heading over the trail to hike up to the hot springs.
We sit by the windows and watch the snow fall as we eat. Bella picks at her food a little then gets wrapped in editing and posting a picture and a video of our earlier stunt session. The trip had been cleared with her parents—as a group outing, of course. Ever since coming back from home after Thanksgiving, posting pictures and videos of ourselves together has been okay, too.
She shows me some of the comments the video has already, a theme clear in them: are we official now?
"Do they really need to know?" I shrug, unsure why they're so invested in her personal life—in our personal life. My following has grown considerably in the past month or so, all thanks to Bella, but social media is still a scary place for me.
"Nope," Bella says with a smile, inching closer for a kiss. "But, officially, between you and me..." She presses her lips to mine, once, twice, before pulling back. "I'm yours."
"Fuck, Swan…" My breath comes out in a huff, dropping my forehead on hers. "How do you expect me to want to go on this hike now?"
"Sorry…" She laughs softly, snuggling herself to me, while I wrap an arm around her, breathing her in.
Bella continues to scroll through her phone, while I check the time on mine, trying to convince myself we don't have time to go back to the room.
Then I stare at the new picture of us on my homescreen, and it feels almost surreal. That I get to have her. That I get to be with her. I'm still nervous about her going home for Christmas, but for now, I focus on this moment instead. On the scent of her hair. On her warmth tucked under my arm. On how I've never, ever, been this happy before.