All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer and the Twilight Saga.
BPOV
Edward walked me through the kitchen to the end of a hallway with double doors. The room's colossal. There are two couches and a sitting chair in front of the other section of the suite where the California king bed sits. It's sleek, with a light gray frame, and low to the ground. The duvet was a bright white, it was so puffy, I had the urge to cocoon into it. Windows surrounded an entire side of the room.
He led me across the room and opened the door to show me the ensuite. The shower is glorious, it must be the size of my bedroom at the apartment. White and neutral dark blue granite accompany the shower walls, as well as a glass door. There's a rain shower head that takes up a majority of the space on the ceiling. I'm fantasizing about the water pouring down on me, working my aching muscles. The fixtures are all matte gold, and it reminds me of a castle bathroom- with a modern twist.
I look to Adonis, "This is insane. I've never seen a bathroom that looks so… royal."
His eyes are gleaming at me, "Qualsiasi cosa per te." ("Anything for you.")
I gaze up to meet his bewildering eyes, "I don't need any of this… but, I appreciate the gesture. Kind of."
"Una specie di?" ("Kind of?")
"I'm not… I don't like receiving things."
His eyebrow's shot up, "Anything?"
Biting my lip, "Well, I didn't have much growing up. I'm not used to the luxuries of your life."
Growing up was tough. Charlie's a Police Chief, so his salary would be okay for him alone. Renee's so hair-brained, she couldn't focus on one job for long. Add me into the picture, and they were in debt instantaneously. Renee left Charlie and the Pacific Northwest for Arizona when I was 3. My Dad won full custody because of the men Renee brought around, and the fact that he had a job assisted him in obtaining me, too. Working was my priority after years of taking care of Charlie. Time alone was normal for me, with the Police Chief's hours being sporadic and full. When I did manage to snag an actual job, I tended to go for the ones where I didn't have to interact with people.
I turn to stare at the shower, which is next to a magnificent porcelain tub.
His arms snake around me from behind, "You seem to like the shower!"
Giggling, "Yeah... I guess I do really like the shower."
His lips press the top of my head, "Why don't you use it? I'll go wait outside."
Swinging back around, I gawk at him, "I don't have a change of clothes!"
He looks at me like I have three heads, "I can send someone to grab some clothes... It's not a big deal."
My eyes roll on my own accord at his privilege.
His hand reaches my face, "Is the eye roll necessary?"
Squinting at him, "Edward. It's the middle of the night, you can't just ask someone to run out to a store that's not even open!"
I swear I heard him growl, "Don't be obtuse, Isabell-"
"OBTUSE?" I push past him and storm into the room.
Hearing footsteps following me, I spin to face a dissatisfied Edward. We're chest to, well, almost chest.
"I am not obtuse because I find it laughable that you send out people to do everything for you! I've been the person who has to run and work for the majority of my life. What you're doing is inconsiderate!" I cross my arms and feel like a disobedient child.
"Oh, per favore, Isabella. My employees are paid full salaries for everything they do for me. This isn't me taking advantage of others! They all are millionaires, BECAUSE OF ME!" ("Oh, please.")
Adonis looks cold and callus when he's angry, "Millionaires?"
Thinking back to all the odd jobs I've held, I discern that I was never properly compensated. When I worked as a maid in Highschool to save for college, not only was it minimum wage, but I also was heavily bullied for it.
"Fine." I huff.
"Bene?" ("Fine?")
I inhale, "That's what I said."
His disapproving eyes bore into me, "You're extremely stubborn."
Moving my hands to my hips, "As are you."
"Are you going to shower so I can put some clothes together, Isabella?"
My response was stomping to the ensuite and basically slamming the door. Sometimes I just want to win.
Toe to heel I slip off my shoes. I lift my dress over my head and throw it on the floor. I go to the glass door of the shower and open it. Stepping inside, the marble cools my feet. There's a six-choice panel on the wall. Okay, Bella, it's just buttons. It can't be more complicated than a normal faucet.
Reaching the top left button, I press down. The lights in the bathroom are suddenly dimmed and the shower has a calming blue light glowing around it. Not that one. The button below is my next choice, and boy, do I regret it. Blaring instruments come through a speaker system that I now see hidden throughout the bathroom. Reaching to press the same button, I slip up and press the top right one. Water's flying out of jets that are on the side of the shower! Pelting me with freezing water! What the fuck is this rich hell!?
In the midst of the chaos, I hear three long reps on the door. Edward, SHIT!
"ONE SECOND!" I yell.
"Isabella, what's going on? Are you alright?"
I'm muttering profanities, pressing every button when I hear the door crack open. I turn at full tilt, not focused on my footing. As I'm going to open the glass door, Edward's opening the ensuite door! His eyes are averting me and staring at the floor.
"NO!"
I must've pulled the door too forcefully because I'm sliding forward over the exit of the shower. I'm mid-air, looking at the ground that my face is going to meet when I feel something hard grab onto me.
"What the hell?" I mutter.
It's then I realize I'm naked, so naked- in Edward's arms! I'm wet and my face is at his chest while I grabble with my balance. His chest feels warm, and as I look up to him I realize it's bare. Adonis has no shirt on.
"WHY DON'T YOU HAVE CLOTHES ON?"
He shakes me gently, "I- I have sweatpants on… I was getting ready for bed! We need to get you a towel. Right. Now."
Releasing my arms because I'm stable, I cover my eyes. This is mortifying! Am I dead? Can I die now?
A soft fabric now covers my back, and I notice he wrapped me in a towel. I pull downwards to cover my bareness. The jarring music stops, and I turn towards Adonis. He's fixed my embarrassing mistakes!
We're gawking at one another. He stands in the shower, sweatpants covered in water. Something inside of me begins to stir. I can't stop myself, I laugh. I laugh at him, at me, and at the absurdity of the events of tonight.
Having a complete mental breakdown full of maniacal laughing is not what I wanted to happen on our first date. Backing against the wall, I slide down. STOP LAUGHING!
I'm petrified to look at Edward, but I have to eventually, right? Casting a peak at him, stoney eyes glare at me.
I giggle, "I'm so sorry, I don't… this… what the fuck just happened!?"
To my complete surprise, he starts howling! He's now sitting on the floor in front of me, in a laughing fit, shirtless. His abdomen is glorious, flexing every time he exhales. The gray sweatpants he wears are slick on his thighs, his so, very muscular thighs.
My arousal is at its peak. I can't help myself- I jump on top of his lap and kiss him. It's like I'm in a desert and he's the only water access. It's primal, with him.
His face pulls away from mine, "Are you sure, Isabella?"
My lust-filled eyes look into his, "Yes. I want you. Please."
He picks me up and is kissing me when I wrap my legs around him. We didn't make it any further than the door. He spun around and pressed me into it as soon as it closed. Our mouths were clashing with each other in eagerness, but we don't slow down. He lets out a moan into my mouth as I savor the taste of him. He's moving again, and I'm now lying back on the bed. His tongue masterfully sweeps the inside of my mouth and grants him access, access to all of me. The towel is gone and long forgotten.
He pulls away from my face, his lips right next to my ear, "You're so beautiful, Bella."
I tug on his hair as his breath near my neck gives me chills. His head moves lower, and I feel his mouth on my nipple. He licks, kisses, and sucks as I writhe beneath him. He's about to head lower before I intercept him.
"Not yet. Please, give me your cock, please!" I cry out.
I hear him moan and slide his sweatpants down. Looking at him, he's literally a Greek god. I'm sure I'm drooling as I look at his throbbing dick.
"Like what you see?" He chuckles.
I sit up and grab his neck, and he's back on top of me, nipping and suckling my neck. He fidgets, but I feel him grab himself. He's at my entrance, and I feel wetness pooling on my thighs. He feels it too by the way he skimmed his finger over my entrance and groans.
Edward looks to me, "Sei sicuro?" ("Are you sure?")
I answered breathlessly, "Yes."
He enters me, and I'm taken aback by the way he fills me. I'm so full, and it feels so incredible. I'm moaning out in pleasure, and his lips are against my neck as he slowly pumps inside of me. It's pure ecstasy. Now that we've done this, I don't think I can ever stop.
My body's humming with electricity each time I feel him go deeper. His cock begins to hit my G-spot and I'm done for. My walls pulse around his member as I cum. He groans in oblivion as he cums, and it makes me want to begin again, and again, and again.
He's collapsed on top of me, our bodies are glowing in the soft light of the room. Our breathing is heavy from our orgasms, but somehow in sync with one another. Edward gently moves off of me and to my side, his hand comes up and strokes some stray hairs off my forehead. His lips come down and softly kiss my nose.
I gaze at him, "Are you alright, Isabella?" he murmurs.
I stroke his jaw, and I can almost feel the five o'clock shadow coming in, "I'm perfect."
For once I mean that. Everything at this moment makes me feel safe, confident, and loved.
Adonis's eyes gleam at me, "I care for you a great deal, Bella mia." ("My Bella.")
My breath hitches, "Likewise. I've never felt so secure. I've never laid next to someone naked and felt like I wanted to give them myself. But... with you, I want you to have all of me."
We stay this way, laying and looking at each other for a while. His arm's around me and my head lays on his chest. His breathing soothes me, and I feel myself fall deeper into the plush mattress. I'm almost asleep as I feel a blanket being put on me and lips on my head.
"Goodnight Bella mia." is all I hear before I'm pulled into a serene slumber.
First times are the sweetest, don't you think?
I'm hoping to have a chapter out each week! Stay tuned for Edward's POV next week.
xo,
JeTeLaisserai