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Scheduled for Friday
by Anton M.
57: First
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Saturday, February 18 (cont.)
It was dark outside when we reached Piedmont Hospital. Dad had left with Riley when the boy was overwhelmed by what was happening (me, too, Riley… me, too). Mom was in Smyrna settling some construction questions. She texted and called me multiple times, offering to dismiss the construction guys to come to the hospital, but while Edward said little about his current feelings, I did understand from his body language that he was relieved my parents wouldn't be there, so that's exactly what I texted mom. She understood.
I wasn't sure what I'd expected but to be left completely alone felt like an unexpected surprise. Garrett's blackmail hadn't gone public (yet?), so maybe the paparazzi didn't know to be interested in Edward's aunt. Either way, it was a relief.
Edward's aunt had been sedated with high-dose benzodiazepines and was unable to talk to anyone, which made our rushing here suddenly feel like… less of an urgency. There was no closure, no discussions, no arguments about why she'd attempted to blackmail Garrett or what Riley's future would be like if she didn't make it. Edward could only offer her doctor some information about his aunt's cirrhosis and allergy to aspirin.
It was sobering that he knew those things.
But the doctor Edward spoke to gave a much more optimistic prognosis than my dad had initially given. Rather than Victoria having a one-in-four chance of dying, her odds were now closer to one-in-ten. She'd likely make it. I could see the conflict in Edward's eyes, too: relief, anxiety, fear. For Riley's sake, I hoped she made it. For Edward's… I didn't dare to guess what would've been best for him.
The drizzle we'd driven into had turned into rain by the time we left the hospital. Dad had messaged me about construction on I-20, so we took a more zig-zag route west only to be met with a traffic jam behind a collision on Bolton Road, and by that time rain had gotten so intense I had to yell at Edward to get his attention. I got my phone wet when I opened the map, and I thanked my brilliant parents for buying us fog-resistant helmets because Edward only had to give me a thumbs up after seeing my zoomed-in instructions before we split lanes to get out of the traffic jam and took off toward our new home near North Cooper Lake Park.
Our Smyrna house was not much closer to us than our old house, but being unable to move in soaking wet clothes was driving me insane, and this was as good an excuse as any to show Edward our new house and hopefully wait out the downpour.
Fifteen minutes of dark, wet, freezing drive later, I opened our solid wood gates with my phone app (oh yeah) and stumbled off Edward's bike after he'd parked it. New motion-censored driveway lights lit up at our presence.
Clearly, mom and the construction guys had left.
Edward pushed his bike in the garage before we jogged to the house. Our shoes squished with each step on the porch, and I was positive I'd never been so cold in my entire life. I almost couldn't feel my fingers when I unlocked the front door.
I switched on the lights and disabled the security alarm before enabling it in a different mode.
"2463," Edward repeated, looking touched and taken aback. "That's my—"
I squeezed the delightfully warm hand that emerged from his heated gloves. "I know."
Water dripped on the floor from our clothes as Edward let his eyes wander over the open entrance, the curved white staircase with half-hidden LED lights under each step, and the corridor leading to the open kitchen and living room. White walls and wooden floors made the place feel big and fancy, and I was thrilled that the place had been somewhat warmed up during the day.
"Well, shit."
Edward startled when his words echoed off the walls.
"I know."
I nudged him to slip off his shoes after mine, and together we checked if the contents of our backpacks had stayed dry. Edward's had; mine were soaked. Shivering, I gathered Edward's pajama pants in my arms. Edward pulled out his sweatpants and a T-shirt, insisting that I take his only dry hoodie, and I guided him to a nearby bathroom (a nearby bathroom, look at us all fancy and shit with multiple bathrooms). We got changed before dumping our clothes in the dryer in the laundry room. Fanc-ey.
It was insane to be calling this place home. I felt like the house should've been inhabited by someone better, someone who knew who she was and had all her shit together; who owned brand new clothes and got manicures twice a week. It was hard to feel deserving of so much luxury.
Still dumbstruck, Edward rubbed his neck as he took in the house, but he immediately began to knead my hands when I slid my freezing hand in his warm one.
I grinned. "All my life I've wanted to ask this rich-people question: would you like a tour of the house?"
His laugh had an uncomfortable edge to it. "I mean, are your parents paying for mortgage until they're a hundred and seventeen? How big is this place?"
Smoothly ignoring his first question, I answered, "Twenty seven hundred square feet in all its five-bed, four-bath glory. I kind of still can't believe we're about to live here. I visit this place in perpetual fear that I'll stain something. Everything's too new."
"No shit."
We began our tour on the ground floor. My parents' bedroom was fully furnished while the bedroom opposite theirs was full of long, thin boxes—orders for what would probably become Riley's stuff. The lights didn't work in the kitchen or in the empty but carpeted living room, and Edward scared me shitless when he crushed me against his body, cursing and checking me over. In the diffusing light from the hallway, he cupped my neck and looked at me with wide, concerned eyes. "You okay?"
Confused but totally melting at how worried he was for me, I answered, "I'm okay. What happened? Did I have a spider in my hair? If so, try to catch it for my dad. He adores them."
Edward's mouth didn't even twitch as he took out his phone and aimed his flashlight at the kitchen.
The kitchen wall was massacre of open wiring. The counter had holes where the kitchen range, dishwasher and fridge would've belonged, but the exposed, intentionally broken walls with clusters of wires inside looked downright creepy in the flashlight. Exposed wires sneaked out of the walls in multiple places. I'd nearly walked into one of them.
"Where's your circuit panel?" Edward asked, holding me against him.
"Circuit panel?"
"Breaker box? Fuse box? Electrical service panel? The little box for shutting electricity on and off?"
I guided Edward to the basement. He breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the kitchen and living room electricity had been shut off. Climbing back upstairs, we checked the weather forecast and discovered that it would pour until two or three AM.
"We can ask your mom or dad to come get us," Edward said, pocketing his phone. Buzzing with possibilities, I stroked his hairy forearm before I took his hand in both of mine.
"Or," I paused for effect, stifling my smile. "We could stay here."
Edward pulled his bottom lip in his mouth, but the energy in his eyes was undeniable.
"Your parents wouldn't mind?" he asked, voice a bit rough.
"I'll let them know."
My phone protested against functioning, dying twice in my attempt to unlock my screen, but eventually I managed to send them a message. Edward suggested that I shut off my phone for the night as it dried (we didn't have rice), and I told my parents to contact Edward if they needed anything.
Painfully aware that we had a house all for ourselves, my stomach twisted with a mixture of nerves and butterflies. Pretending that that wasn't going through my mind, I sat next to Edward on the bottom steps of our staircase as we wrapped ourselves in a throw blanket and ate the low country boil gramps had packed for us. The house was reasonably lukewarm but chill had gotten under my skin, so when we were finished eating, Edward carried one of the space heaters upstairs to my room and turned it on immediately.
There were three bedrooms upstairs—two empty, smaller rooms to the right and mine on the left with a bathroom that had been renovated to have an entrance to my bedroom and not the hallway (thank you, mom). The ceiling on the left side of my room was slanted. Like my parents' room, my bedroom was furnished with an expensive-looking, second-hand bed (brand new mattress and linens, though), two thrifted bedside tables that didn't match, and a pair of lovely sconces. I didn't have any other furniture, rugs, painted walls or art. There was nowhere to store clothes or study.
Edward walked from the window on the slanted ceiling to the window that showed our backyard. Lights from the next subdivision made the pine trees visible in the rainy night.
"Does your yard have a fence?"
I forced myself not to squee at his casual, tender touch on my back.
"Of course," I replied, smiling. "But we have something even better. We're not part of a subdivision, but if you climb over the fence and walk through this thicket of forest, you'll end up in a nearby subdivision. I mean, hopefully the paparazzi dies down, but… I have options."
Edward scoffed as he pulled me against him. "You've really thought of everything, haven't you."
Oh, Edward had no clue.
That little patch of land had contributed a lot to our decision to buy a house that needed a full kitchen renovation and a brand new HVAC system. Our realtor had off-handedly mentioned that the patch of land bordering ours was for sale (so we could've expected to get a few years of construction and a neighboring house soon), but after a discussion with my parents, we decided to buy that land and keep the thicket of forest. We discussed making an official walking trail to our house as well as a small parking space for one or two cars.
It was beyond surreal to be rich enough to go all, 'Nah, we'd rather have a backup exit than neighbors.'
It blew our budget out of the window but hopefully it would be worth it.
Edward and I put our backpacks to dry near the space heater, and I nervously bathed in its warmth. I couldn't have imagined a better opportunity to spend the night alone with Edward, but I wanted it to be perfect. Instead, I had a bunch of hang-ups that made me want to postpone the home run, but I didn't want to refuse Edward again.
Or was it inconsiderate of me to even consider this while his aunt was in the hospital?
The whole thing made me a bit frustrated.
Edward put his phone to charge before An Evening I Will Not Forget by his current favorite artist started to play. I'd listened to Dermot Kennedy since Edward introduced me to him, and I felt hot and cold and bursting with butterflies when our eyes met.
'Give me love, I'll put my heart in it…'
I adored it.
"We don't have to do anything," Edward said, quickly, quietly, sitting down beside me. "I didn't put this song on for… I just like it. We don't have to— I promise we don't have to."
I surrounded his hand with both of mine.
"Is it okay that I'm a bit… scared?"
Edward lifted his legs on the bed and crossed them, facing me, looking devilishly hot in his gray sweatpants and graphic T-shirt. Pulling my hand to his lips, his kissed my knuckles in this almost absent-minded way, but his eyes were beautiful and searching and serious.
"Of me?"
"No! Not of you."
"What, then?"
I shrugged, not knowing how to remove the embarrassment from my issues.
"You're not scared?"
Edward scoffed a disbelieving laugh.
"Of course I am," he admitted in an exhale.
"Oh my God, really?!" I asked, hilariously relieved. "Wait, where's your gum? I liked it much better when you had gum when you're nervous."
The twinkle in his laughing eyes told me that he wasn't having gum on purpose, and I found his choice both endearing and frustrating.
"Let's not do anything tonight." Resting elbows on his knees, Edward held my hand to his lips and observed me in silence. "Nothing at all if you don't want to. I'm okay with whatever you're comfortable with."
Oh, but not wanting to was not the problem. I wanted to.
I turned to face him, assessing the way he was sitting before I gathered my guts and straddled his cross-legged lap, putting my head close to his. Edward's gaze moved deliberately slowly over my face until it locked on my lips. I felt afloat.
Feeling shy, I cupped his neck and touched his nose with mine. "Can I—?"
"Always," Edward replied with a dazed smile. "You always can."
I slid my fingers in his hair as I kissed him, and Edward's half-hum, half-exhale sent a jolt through me. His cold barbell poked my skin, and I adored how his grip on my hips tightened before he slid his palms in my hoodie and groaned against my mouth.
"No bra?"
"Got wet."
Holding me tight and breathing loud, Edward moulded his lips against mine with newfound energy. Intoxicated by his scent, I adjusted myself on top of him and began to pull up his T-shirt. He tore it off from the back of his neck. Delighted by (but still a bit shy around) his naked torso, I grazed my knuckles over his happy trail. Edward's grunt turned into a hum, and his palm squeezed my ass.
Finally feeling hot, I began to remove my hoodie, but Edward covered my hands with his and held my arms in place.
"Feather-heart," he spoke against my ear, sounding raspy and delicious. "I thought you didn't want to."
"I want to," I said, touching my cheek against his. "I can't tell you how much."
Eyes on fire, Edward pressed a fierce kiss against my lips. He sounded out-of-breath and eager but didn't let go of my hands. "You're scared but you want to?"
"Yes."
Gaze lazy with desire, Edward turned us around, laying me on the center of the bed before he pressed his entire body against me without letting go of my hand. "Explain," he whispered, his low, rough voice buzzing through me. "Explain why you're scared."
I felt liquid with affection.
"Are you afraid that I'll hurt you?"
"No!" I denied, pausing. "I mean, I know some of it is inevitable, and you're… I trust you. I want you to be my first."
Edward brushed his lips against my cheek, back and forth. "I'll be shit in countless ways but I'll do whatever I can not to hurt you." He let go of my hand but stroked my arm, waiting. "What is it, then?"
"Don't laugh, okay?"
"I promise," Edward said, earnestly, probably remembering just like I did that he had the habit of laughing at me after I'd told him not to.
"It's stupid."
I thought he'd scoff, but instead, Edward rested his head on his hand and lay sideways against me, looking at our joined hands.
"Everything's stupid. Love is stupid. Death is stupid. World politics is stupid, and eventually everything there ever was and ever will be will go through the heat death of the universe… and that's phenomenally stupid."
I would've laughed at his unexpected physics lesson if I didn't find him so endearing.
Edward kissed my palm, searching my eyes. "I'm not trying to make you answer because we have to— we don't have to. But… the world is just grades of stupid, and feeling stupid about stupid things doesn't prevent you from feeling it. So I'd much rather just hear it so that I know what I'm up against."
How the fuck could anyone not pour their heart out to the man that was my boyfriend?
"There's… three things," I began, immediately regretting telling him a number. Cringing, I persevered. "First, I… I wanted it to be perfect, but my only pair of, you know, lingerie got wet in the rain and… I kinda, I know you think I'm cute and it's unrealistic but for once I wanted you to think I'm… more than cute."
With a smile in his voice (but not laughter, just like he promised), Edward said, "But I do. Baby, you made me come in two seconds with your hand alone last night, and…" His voice got quieter. "It will be perfect. Well, short, but… It'll be perfect because it's with you."
I almost died of cuteness overload.
"Did you practice that?"
"Smooth, huh?" Edward laughed. "But still true."
He kissed my neck and waited patiently. I squirmed as his hot breath blew over my skin, considering and reconsidering telling him even more embarrassing things about myself.
"I… I haven't really, you know." I shut my eyes. "I haven't—" Dying inside, I lowered my voice to a whisper, "—trimmed in forever. I didn't get the chance, and then forgot, and… I'm sorry."
"Oh me neither," Edward deadpanned.
"I'm serious!"
"So am I."
"But you're a guy. Hair is hot on guys."
"I'm glad you think so," Edward replied, grinning and squeezing my fingers. "Baby, my girlfriend wants to have sex with me. Short of discovering that your hair sends me to Narnia, it's not even a blip on the radar."
I laughed.
"Actually, scratch that. Would be worth it even if I end up in Narnia."
"You are ridiculous," I replied, hoping he really felt that way. "But you don't have a preference?"
"How would I know? You're my first."
I hesitated. "I thought that was just the, you know, home run. Not the bases."
Edward grinned. "Bella, I dated Lauren for barely a week. Barely. We didn't manage to arrange a single date, so I'm not even sure it counts. I'm sorry to not be quite the trailer park Lothario you were hoping for but you're my first… pretty much everything."
Unable to hide my delight, I bit my lip and stifled my smile, and Edward got the cutest sparkle in his eye before he kissed me.
"Okay," he whispered, pulling back. "Last one. But I swear if it's about the color of your nipples I'll have words to say."
"It's not."
Amused, Edward played with a curl near my neck while I tried not to die of embarrassment. Wanting to get it over with, I took a breath.
"I have," I covered my face with my elbow, unable to finish my sentence.
"Gnomes down there?" Edward finished, clearly smiling. "Teeth? A tattoo of a samurai eating a burger?"
I laughed. "No!"
"So, you have." he repeated, eyes twinkling. "That's some scary stuff, I agree, to have."
"No! I…" I facepalmed. "Never mind. There were only the two things."
Edward straddled my body, pulled my hands from my face and kissed my nose. His voice turned serious.
"I won't laugh, I won't react, I won't tease you. Tell me."
"I have," I grimaced, unwilling to look at him, mind-blown that he'd coaxed all my embarrassing hang-ups out of me without really trying. "I have… hyperpigmentation. Probably genetic, on one side, near and under the line of my undies."
"Okay."
"It's kind of… noticeable. I got teased about it in swimming classes as a kid, so… I'm not, like, thrilled about it, but… I didn't want you to think it's anything infectious, but if it turns you off—"
"Feather-heart," Edward interrupted, poking my nose with his own. "I'm flattered you think there'll be any blood left in my brain when I see you naked." His face was red from holding himself on his elbows but the kindness in his eyes made me feel like bursting with love. He brushed his thumb over my hairline. "And I'm sorry kids are assholes, but I guarantee you I wouldn't have noticed, and I wouldn't have thought about it twice even if I did notice. Honest."
He would've definitely noticed, but I didn't contradict him. I still hated how small my voice sounded. "You won't mind?"
"I didn't know I was supposed to pay attention."
Touched, I smiled against his cheek.
"So no tattoos of samurais eating burgers?" Edward asked, fighting a smile. "I admit I'm disappointed by this development."
I was so relieved that I pulled him down on top of me and began to stroke his bare back with my hands.
"Your turn," I muttered, delighted by his warmth. "I told you the absolute worst cringe in my brain. Now tell me yours."
"I'm thinking of having my first tattoo as a samurai eating a burger. Preferably right next to my cock."
"You're stupid."
"Heat death of the universe, baby. We're all stupid."
I laughed and began to massage his back, overwhelmed by having the loveliest man as my boyfriend. A kind, silly, hot man who could've asked anyone in our school to be his girlfriend but still chose me.
Eyes alight with silent tension, Edward assessed me under him, not moving. Then, he slid his hand in my hoodie and pressed his lips against mine, humming.
"My fear is much more pertinent," he admitted, no longer joking.
"Pertinent?"
"Pertinent," he repeated. He closed his eyes and exhaled. "I'm pretty sure I'll be a shit first for you."
"No, you won't."
"Of course I will," he argued, eyes full of concern. "It's kind of a given. I'm just… I'm hoping, if you can survive our first, that… if you give me a chance to get better, I will."
"I thought we already agreed on this." I cupped his neck, not liking how, after telling me our first time would be perfect, he second-guessed himself. "I don't have insane expectations or anything. Really, the only thing I want out of my first time is that it's with you. I have no other expectations. Nothing at all."
I could feel Edward smiling against my neck. "I don't deserve you."
"You're backwards."
"I'll show you backwards," Edward warned, and I squealed and gasped with laughter as he began to tickle me. Soon, our laughter was replaced by playful kissing, which turned into grinding and squeezing and the most intoxicating make-out session. Hot breath on my ear, Edward slid his hand on my boob, and I felt high with affection when I pulled off my hoodie. Mesmerized, Edward spent such a ridiculous amount of time kissing and speaking to my boobs that I was lucky the space heater was right next to us. But his lips detached from my skin in a sharp exhale when his hand slid under the pajamas I was wearing.
"No undies?"
"Got wet."
We grinned at my accidental innuendo, and I could've melted in Edward's intense, half-hooded gaze and red-kissed lips. I lifted my hips when he asked if he could pull my pajamas down, but he didn't continue until I whispered my consent. Having kicked the pajamas off, I felt breathless and vulnerable and needy under him, hoping and fearing his response, but all Edward did was groan against my mouth and press himself closer.
"Can I eat you out?"
The toothy grin he gave me in response to my agreement could've won awards. His warm, tight grip followed the contour of my hips before he scooted lower, and I felt so exposed I nearly hid my face under a pillow.
I was glad I didn't because Edward eyed me with the expression of a kid tasting ice cream for the first time.
"Jesus fuck you're beautiful," he said in a throaty voice. His thumb brushed over the little dip above my hip, and I jerked when he pressed a kiss against my skin. "I didn't know pubic hair could be curly."
I wanted to close my legs and die, but I could tell by the glint in his eyes that he wasn't unhappy.
"Really?" I asked, hit by the surrealness of Edward's face near— near there. "I guess I'll have to believe you when you say that you watch an extremely modest amount of porn."
Edward smushed his face against my stomach, gasping with laughter. "Oh my God I love you." His grin didn't fade as he recovered. "Well, maybe I just never thought about it… but I thought you said you hadn't trimmed. This is nothing. This is hot as fuck."
I had to believe him because the way his eyelashes moved and thumb brushed against my hair, he practically sparkled with happiness. He scooted toward my feet, lowered his face next to my crotch (oh God, oh God, oh God), and began to trace the obvious lines of my hand-sized hyperpigmentation spot.
"Is she being mean to you?" Edward whispered, teasing. "You come straight to me if she's being mean to you. I'll kiss you and snuggle you and love you all better, mm'kay?"
I laughed.
"You are the absolute most ridiculous boyfriend who ever lived."
Edward shushed me and brushed his thumb over the spot. "Don't listen to her. I'm the best. You want me here making you feel nice and loved as often as possible, m'hmm? Of course you do."
I facepalmed as he pressed a trail of kisses on the spot, but even so, I couldn't help my smile. Edward nudged my thighs further apart before kissing me closer to my— you know, but when he touched me with his tongue, I smacked my thighs closed, squirmed away and squealed with laughter.
"It tickles! Nobody warned me it would tickle!"
With his palm still holding my hip, Edward grinned at me and pressed a kiss against my stomach. His eyes sparkled.
He got a kick out of making me laugh, but even if his tongue down there was the strangest feeling, I let him explore and tried not to think about what he was thinking about, or how insanely intimate it all felt. Edward didn't stop when I squirmed. He added a finger and did unspeakable things that made me feel achy and alight, and I trembled when he added fingers and created a rhythm. A wave of cold washed over me when I came down from my high, all sweaty and disgusting, but you'd have never known from the dazed, proud smile Edward gave me when he crawled up to kiss me.
I tasted myself on his lips but it wasn't as bad as I'd thought. I didn't taste like much.
"Thank you for the best day of my life," he said, beaming.
"Of your life?"
Edward's eyes blazed. He assured me that he adored going down on me, which was totally ridiculous but amazing, and I had no intention of ever turning him down again. Kissing me, Edward thrust against me in the most delicious way. I slid my hand in his pants and squeezed his ass, feeling needy all over again, scared and eager to continue.
"Can we—?" I whispered in his ear.
Edward jerked back, searching my eyes. "Yeah?"
"I want to."
He kissed my jaw before he jumped off of me, unzipping his backpack and almost pouring its contents on the floor as he searched. He threw a bottle of lube on the bed. A few seconds later, he did pour the contents of his backpack on the floor before he leaned his forehead against his knuckles and shut his eyes, cursing as he crouched.
"Edward?"
He straightened and sat on the bed but his happiness had faded. He wiped his face.
"I forgot my condoms at gramps's place."
"That's okay." I squeezed his knee and pushed myself up, covering my boobs. "I have some. Hold on."
"No." Edward stopped me from moving and gave me a weak smile. "I'm allergic to latex. I ordered special condoms."
"What? Since when?"
"Since my parents and I realized why I hated dentists as a kid."
"But, but, how come you've never had a reaction after I've worn a full-body latex suit on set?"
"Have you done that in the past month?"
I thought back on my filming and realized that no, I actually hadn't worn them since December.
"No," I admitted, hating how forlorn Edward looked. I pulled him back to bed. As we lay on our sides, he slid his hand from my shoulder to my thigh and back again.
"If you don't mind, then… I'm on birth control. One of those super effective ones. I take it like clockwork, too—" I turned around, reached for my bag, and took my half-empty sheet of pills out of my wallet. I gave it to him. "Here, if you don't believe me."
Edward stared at it. "Why are you—?"
"Not because—" I cleared my throat, giving him an embarrassed smile. "You'll be my first, obviously. But my mom always worried I'd follow her footsteps, so… I've been on these for a year or so. They're, like, 99% effective, and I never skip any, so if you're okay, I'd like to… but only if you want to."
Contemplating this, Edward brushed his thumb over my hairline.
"You'd be okay with that?" he asked somewhat hoarsely.
"Yes."
We shared a look brimming with meaning before he straddled my body. I adored his strength and his hands, stroking and kneading my skin as we made out, and when he shrugged his sweatpants off, I was faced with a strange creature: a hard, angry-looking cock with a pink head, pulsing against my stomach. Biting back a smile, I squeezed Edward's back. Our eyes met.
"Tell me if I hurt you," Edward whispered, red-faced from holding himself up on his elbows. I agreed. He traced a line of kisses over my boobs as he slid his fingers between my legs, and I gasped into his ear. During the next minutes of an increasing, needy ache, I took in his fit, lean, naked body with a happy-trail ending at the base of his cock, and I contemplated on the dreamlike scenario of being here with him, naked, rain beating on the windows, ready to have actual sex with my boyfriend—
—when freezing liquid chilled my pussy. I squealed in surprise.
"Oh my God what is that?!"
"Sorry-sorry-sorry," Edward repeated, embarrassed, holding the upside-down bottle of lube above me. "I did some research and they said lube would help even if you're already— I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't know it would be so cold."
Relaxing back against the bed, I looked up at his wide eyes and grinned. "It's sweet how you use the word research when you really mean porn."
Edward choked a laugh and leaned back over me.
"It's okay," I said, stroking his side. "Just warn a girl the next time you freeze her coochie into the Arctic."
With a silly smile, I helped him add cold lube between my legs, and we laughed at the farting sounds the bottle made. Throwing it aside, Edward lowered himself against me, sliding his cock between my slick thighs and kissing me before he asked me the most surreal, hilarious question.
"Am I in you?"
Tickling my fingertips with his hair, I bit back a smile and whispered, "It's not a MacBook charger, baby. You'll have to guide it."
Edward scoffed even if his eyes twinkled. I helped him position himself before he slowly began to stretch me. It felt strange and uncomfortable but not painful, especially when Edward added lube from my body to his cock. Then, he lowered himself back against me and asked, "You okay?" in my ear.
I hummed in agreement, and my discomfort reached its peak when he slid fully inside me.
Edward's quiet curses warmed my ear.
When he lifted his head, he seemed in a daze, eyes half-hooded and lips parted. Panting, he searched my eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked, voice strained.
"Yes," I replied, ignoring my discomfort. "It's… strange. I feel… stretched. It's intense and weird. I expected pain, though. What's it like—for you?"
Edward's eyes glowed. He squeezed my waist and kissed me, whispering, "You're the tightest, warmest, snuggest… I can't… You feel like nothing else has ever felt. I want to stay inside you forever. You feel amazing."
I felt like bursting into flames, not because I was delirious with pleasure but because having Edward inside me felt like the most intimate, precious thing. I felt electrified by his proximity and drunk in the knowledge that I got to experience this with him.
I clenched around him just to test how it would feel like.
"Jesus fuck, baby," Edward cursed, eyeing me with beautiful longing in his eyes.
"You can move," I said, cupping his neck.
He hesitated before he pulled back and thrust against me with a string of curses. His happy trail prickled my skin. Adoring his warmth, I wrapped my legs around him and breathed his breath, fascinated by the hazy, lost look in his eyes, and it suddenly hit me that I was having sex. I was having sex with Edward, and I wasn't mind-blown with pleasure but it was nowhere near what Alice had told me it would be like. Edward was beginning to feel… quite lovely. There was something special about the way he groaned when I stroked his back and squeezed him closer, when I scratched the back of his neck or when he breathed against my lips, eyes full of sparkly, desperate affection.
He slid his fingers between my folds but sped up at the same time, and I stole the words from his lips when he began to whisper an apology. I was starting to feel quite turned on when Edward came with powerful thrusts and collapsed with his face hidden in my neck, sweaty and gorgeous and panting.
A gust of wind beat rain against the window.
"Can we do that again?" I asked, feeling like I'd just had an appetizer of something that could've been quite otherworldly.
Edward lifted his head. His gaze would've been gorgeously sleepy if he didn't look so concerned. "I didn't hurt you?"
"Not at all," I replied, giddy inside. "Probably something to do with the gallon of lube you poured on me."
A blinding smile spread over his face before he squeezed me tight and pressed his lips against mine. "Give me two minutes."
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