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Chapter 21
Edward watches me with his mouth slightly open as I walk back into the room; I'm now wearing one of his T-shirts to sleep with him.
He clears his throat.
"Which side do you prefer to sleep on?"
"It doesn't matter, I'm used to sleeping in a ball anyway, I hardly move."
He extends his hand to help me climb into bed on the right side. Wait a minute! This is new. Edward is never helping me up anywhere, what's wrong with him?
At my disbelief he covers me with the blankets giving my lips a short kiss.
"Rest."
My throat is dry, and I can't respond I just shake my head in a nod. My eyes follow his footsteps until he enters the powder room, I sigh deeply trying to make my breathing become regular I feel like my heart wants to burst out of my chest.
I amuse myself looking at the walls painted in different shades of gray, the room is spacious with modern furniture; I slide my hand across the dark gray padded backrest, its texture is very soft, there is not a feminine touch here, everything looks neat and tidy. Nothing to do with my little room that is always a mess.
I lay on my side burying my face in the soft pillow; it smells delicious, it's between pines and spices, something wild, fiery.
I inhale again until the smell is permeated in my nose. I rejoice in the softness and aroma tossing and turning in bed, tangling myself in the warm blankets.
I squeeze my eyelids shut trying to let sleep come before Edward, roll onto my side, and open my eyes as I feel the bed sink.
"I thought you were asleep."
Edward just got into bed, and I don't see that he has any clothes on, he sticks to my body and kisses my lips... Damn, his taste is delicious, what mouthwash is it? Because I need three bottles of it.
"Good night, love," he says good night, turning his back to me.
What?! He called me love?
It's the first time he's called me love, the first time! I want to hit myself right now and be able to answer properly, but the only thing I can do is to bite my lip to avoid a laugh of happiness, surely if I laugh he'll think I've gone crazy and will want to run away.
Resigned to not looking stupid I close my eyes again.
After what I think is hours and hours of tossing and turning in bed I kick the covers off, I can't sleep. In the darkness I make out that Edward is still in the same position, I like his broad back.
"Isabella stop moving," he asks, and his voice is not drowsy.
"I can't."
He sighs and rolls onto his back.
"Is it because of me? Des my presence bother you? I can go to another room."
"No," I cry out, sitting up in bed, "I don't want you to go."
He sits up too; he caresses my face brushing with his hand the hair that falls on my shoulders.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm nervous. I've never shared a bed with a man before and I don't think it's right."
"I shouldn't have asked you to..."
I kiss him, I don't want him to think he's taking advantage of me.
"Just be a little patient with me," I explain. "Maybe you're used to meeting a girl and taking her to bed, I can't be like that. I need time to get clear in my head what my body wants," I bite my lip, "because I do want it."
He smiles.
"I go crazy with the way you kiss me or with a simple touch of your hands on my body. It's just that..." I remain silent with the intention of biting my tongue so as not to say more. "I love your hands."
"My hands?" he runs his hands over my forearms, rubbing them gently and making my skin bristle. "Do you like this?"
I sigh.
"Yes," I confirm as my chest rises and falls with excitement as his mouth lingers on my neck.
"Do you like my kisses?"
"Yes." Another confirmation and this time I pull my legs together as my core tingles. I hug him, letting my nails scratch his back.
He hisses, laying me down on the bed with his body on top of mine. I know he's supporting his weight because I can't feel his skin against mine, and this disappoints me.
I spread my legs.
Edward stands between them kissing me in a way that should not be allowed. Then suddenly I feel his masculinity in me, rubbing and thrusting against my center which I am moaning shamefully loudly.
I venture my hands to keep roaming his back being prey to desire wanting to feel more pressure on my needy center; I tentatively allow my hands to go to his ass and... God! He is hard.
All the sensations I can experience that make my body collapse for more are pulverized as I feel his large hands embrace my breasts; he kneads my breasts for the first time, and I think I'm about to orgasm.
This is as much as I can take.
I want to scream for him to make me his at once, but my intention is extinguished when he stops, stands motionless with his altered breathing blowing in my ear.
"Are you ok?"
His question makes me open my eyes; everything is dark and I'm not dreaming because Edward is still between my legs and I feel his hard penis still resting on me.
"I think I am."
He moves away from my body sitting in the middle of the bed, my disappointment grows. What did I do wrong?
"I'm an asshole. You told me you wanted to wait and the first thing I do is attack you."
I can just make out that he rubs his face.
"I love you, Isabella. And I will respect your decision to wait."
He loves me. Edward loves me.
"Come here," he pulls my body giving my temple a resounding kiss. "Let's go to sleep."
He cuddles with me on my side, wrapping me in his arms, leaving another kiss on my neck.
Excitedly I close my eyes feeling more confident that I can sleep.
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From that first time I slept with Edward there was a change. The next morning when I woke up in his arms I felt different, I don't know if it's the right thing to say more woman, but it was exciting to discover new nuances in our relationship since that time.
Our trust was growing as well as our different caresses.
For me it was a natural thing to kiss and end up lying on a couch without my blouse and with his mouth glued to my breasts.
Although we had to stifle our desire to continue getting to know each other when Patrick returned a month later.
After catching up with the little chatterbox for over a week. The three of us traveled to the Grand Canyon together to celebrate Edward's birthday and hiked in celebration, that time I ended up all scratched up from slipping in the weeds that my boys instead of worrying if I was okay they just burst out laughing at the sight of me rolling down the hill.
No, I didn't forgive them so easily. I pretended to be offended and let them come after me for a whole week to get my forgiveness. It worked because in those days I had a lot of fun with Edward's worried faces. To tell you the truth I had never seen him so scared as when I slammed the door in his face and refused to receive his flowers. However, with Pat it was different because I gave him my forgiveness the next day in exchange for a box of chocolates.
What? No one can resist a box of chocolates from Jacques Torres Chocolate.
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It's the end of August and we will soon be three months engaged. This time Edward has come up with the idea of celebrating by camping in Glacier National Park, just the two of us.
"What's on your mind?" He asks, sliding his lips along my ear, I lean my back dreamily against his torso, seeking his warmth. "You've been so quiet."
I smile. The night is starry and somewhat cool; we are sitting on the grass in front of a small fire with Edward wrapping his arms around me.
"I thought this place would be ghoulish when night fell and no, it's not. It looks beautiful with the lake in the background and the stars glowing in the dark.
"I knew you'd like it," he murmurs, gently biting my lobe, "I love you."
"I love you too."
He hugs me tighter.
"It's time for bed, miss. How do you like the bed?"
From the periphery of my view I can see the mat lying on the grass with some blankets and pillows. Next to it is the tent we're supposed to sleep in tonight.
"If it's uncomfortable, we can still sleep inside the tent."
"Edward..." I turn and see his face. "I don't want to wait anymore."
He stares at me, maybe trying to understand what I just said.
"I want to make love."
"Isabella…" he helps me to face him. "This is not a good place. You deserve better than a mat on the floor."
"No, don't say that. The place is perfect because there's you."
He denies.
"We talked about this, remember? You said you dreamed of a first time in a bed filled with petals and scented candles. You wanted a view of the sea and the sound of the waves to accompany your moans. You mentioned it several times."
I cradle his face; I love the softness of his beard.
"The place doesn't matter, it's the person and that's you. I want you to be my first, Edward, and this is the perfect time."
He snorts.
His temper is strong, and he never seems to debate anything, but tonight I can't say the same as I watch him bite his lip and rub his beard thoughtfully.
"Don't think about it," I kneel down and kiss his lips, still cradling his face."
His arms around me feel tense, but as our kiss becomes more intense I know he has changed his mind.
Slowly he lays me down on the mat, still kissing me so tenderly. His hands start to run down my sides in search of feeling the softness of my skin and when he does I shudder.
His lips slide to my throat and neck leaving fiery kisses on my skin, I squeeze my eyelids together as my breathing becomes noisy.
Tortuously slow he begins to unbutton my blouse uncovering my breasts confined in my bra.
I moan as his mouth begins to kiss my breasts over the lace fabric, he bites down slowly and I shudder as I am stripped of my pretty dark bra.
My hands become fists on the mat as the heat of his mouth takes over one of my nipples. I will never get enough of everything this sensation provokes.
Still in shock from the pleasure I am aware that he unbuttons my jeans and begins to slide them down my legs until I am down to just my panties.
Quickly he begins to undress, removing his jacket followed by his shirt leaving his torso bare.
I shiver from the cool blizzard and Edward covers me with his body turning his attention back to my breasts, my fingers dig into his silky hair in search of his mouth, I need to kiss him.
Edward understands what I want because immediately his lips cover mine in a strong, wild, hot kiss.
I scratch his back.
I want to feel him.
And my eyes snap open as one of his fingers sinks into my center and begins a back and forth that feels so good.
It's the first time I feel something invade my insides. My breathing rises as my hips seek friction; I begin to sway my body before his finger.
He gasps.
"You're... so tight," he growls huskily and without letting up his siege he adds another finger making my vaginal walls clench. "Let it go, love."
My moan is so loud that they can hear it a few meters around the lake, I just had an orgasm thanks to his fingers, I'm shaking or so it seems because I feel my body shudder.
His lips return to my mouth with a tender and slow kiss. But I can't concentrate fully because I feel his body settling between my legs.
"I love you," he murmurs as his penis makes its way into me.
My body rebels at the invasion of his member making me push against his chest. I suck the air out of me. I can't breathe and the pain I'm feeling makes me want to hit him.
"Relax," he caresses my face filling it with kisses, "it will pass my love."
I take a deep breath.
Then it happens, he just pushed all the way into me stealing my breath and splitting my body in two, it must be so because I feel it hurts, it hurts so much.
With my breath stuck in my throat and still not moving Edward looks into my eyes, his forehead is pearly with sweat and his brow looks tense.
"Are you all right?
I shake my head; I can't articulate a word.
"My love, I'm going to move, okay?"
I nod in desperation for the pain to pass.
I hide my face in his neck as my arms wrap around his back.
Edward begins a rocking of his hips that makes me respond without me knowing how, just like him, I imitate his movements waiting for his thrusts that little by little take away the pain transforming it into pleasure, our pleasure.
Our moans become louder and louder as his thrusts gain speed and strength. I slide my fingers down her back needing more... much more.
I open my eyes; I see the starry sky in the dark night as his body continues to thrust into me, and everything is perfect.
It's perfect when the climax tackles me and Edward collapses on top of my body after ejaculating inside me.
I'm floating and a stupid smile spreads on my lips as I feel so happy, I stroke Edward's hair and now his face rests on my shoulder.
"I am your woman now," I murmur.
"And I am ALL YOURS."
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