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Another lifetime ago, I feared that Bella's life might meet its end in the meadow that was now ours. The very first time I brought her here, the thread of her life was in my hands, ready to break at the slightest misstep. It took all of my willpower to keep her protected from the worst side of myself. I remembered how fragile she seemed then—as if my mere breath against her skin could break her if I weren't careful.
It was almost surreal how the tides had turned since then.
The meadow was the same as it ever was, but I was no longer the man who first brought Bella here.
I was a man who went through hell and back at his own volition.
A man who was only starting to learn that he might not know everything.
But I did know that I loved Bella beyond any reason or limit. And for once in my life, I had no plans to run away from all the possibilities that loving her created.
"Are you afraid?" I crooned in her ear, as I laid her weightless body on the blanket and positioned myself on top of her, between her legs. The daisies that fell earlier from her hair were still there, on the blanket, their fate having been spared by the balmy wind.
She shivered when my hands found her breasts, her chest pushing up to meet my palms fully.
"Not one bit."
In the hush of night, I leaned down to kiss her again—I had lost count of how many times our mouths collided tonight, as keeping track was becoming an increasingly futile task. We were certainly making up for every second spent not kissing each other. And it was such a heavenly feeling too—the contrasts that our lust created, the butterflies inside me coming back to life and multiplying, the mounting necessity to be closer, closer, closer.
Bella suspired under my avid lips and I felt her hands on me, trying to get me out of the shirt I was wearing with frenetic movements. I pulled back and smiled at her enthusiasm, deciding to help her out of her misery. It took me no time at all to get rid of my shirt and throw it in the grass, where it could no longer bother us. With that piece of fabric out of the way, I was free to dive in, but I decided to be patient and offer Bella the chance to peruse my form.
And while she had seen me shirtless before, she still blushed and heaved at the sight—probably more than usual, which fed my ego considerably.
"You'll drive me insane with how you look one day, I swear," she told me, stuttering halfway.
My smile had not faded—in fact, it lingered when my eyes traveled down her body and I noticed that her wetness was now pooling between her legs, threatening to stain the blanket. It was such an utterly compelling sight that I couldn't look elsewhere.
For a flawless second, our hands seemed to be in perfect sync, because right as Bella was reaching out to trace the shape of my chest with her fingers, I lowered my hand to stroke between her thighs, collecting her sap and spreading it all over her silken folds.
"You've made a total mess here," I teased her lovingly.
"That is entirely your fault," she countered, her hips pushing upwards to encourage my intrusion. Happy to oblige, I started massaging her hypersensitive heap of nerves in small, insistent circles. "Mmmmm, yes…"
"And you're getting wetter still," I observed.
Her touches turned into a manic affair the more I continued the rhythm between her legs. In turn, she kept exploring everything she could: my shoulders, my biceps, my pectorals, my abdomen—no area was left unattended. The feel of her hands on me revved my senses into high gear, reminding me more and more that, at least in a certain regard, I was as close to being human as possible. Being caressed by Bella made it considerably difficult for me to concentrate properly on what I wanted to do, but not impossible.
I doubled my efforts, looking to elicit even more whimpers and moans from her.
"Edward?"
My name escaped her throat in a half-groan—and what a magnificent sound that was!
"Yes?" I responded, slowing down the pace between her thighs, while still making sure that her clitoris received enough attention—enough to keep her on the edge without falling, I hoped.
It appeared that my relentlessness was affecting Bella's ability to speak because it took her a few tries to get out what she wanted. "I… ah… I just… I want you naked too."
I marveled at her, as she squirmed and panted in pleasure at my mercy. So beautiful, I thought to myself. She had always been remarkably gorgeous, of course, but it seemed that her beauty became completely otherworldly when she was lost in the deep abyss of concupiscence—now more than ever. My eyes could not get enough of the lines, textures, and colours that her nude form offered. She was visual poetry at its finest.
So lost in my act of reverence, I almost forgot that she was expecting something from me.
Distraught by the fact that I had to pause, but willing to tip the scales and make things even, I retreated. Then, trying my best to quench my urgency, I unzipped my jeans carefully, making sure that none of my movements came off as too abrupt. The relief of setting my cock free from the cramped space was immediate. Bella watched me as I stood up to take my jeans off, her eyes wide with wanton wonder. As soon as there were no more pieces of clothing left on me, she rose up and the rotation of the entire universe slowed down.
Nothing else mattered when she dragged her knees across the blanket, closer to where I was, until she was kneeling at my feet. I could still perfectly see her glistening thighs and her hardened nipples, but what drew me in the most was her face—the hunger changing it in unspeakable ways. Bella's eyes traveled upwards, but they never met mine. No, once they found what they wanted, there was no other fate for them than to remain transfixed.
And transfixed they remained as she stared at my cock, her lips parted in silent wonder.
"What's on your mind?" I asked.
"I'm thinking that if this is a dream, I don't want to ever wake up."
I smiled, in love with the feeling of having her eyes on me. It felt so natural, so right to be completely naked in front of Bella, as it erased all the usual mundane barriers that we took for granted. With no unnecessary garments restricting us, the purpose of our existence was almost palpable.
These revelations must have been just as incontestable to her, if the way she bit her lower lip was any indication.
"It's real," I promised. "We're real." I reached out to stroke her cheek with my fingers, which set off a chain reaction in her. At first, she closed her eyes. But then, when she opened them again, she drew in a long, griddy breath of air, as her pulse quickened. And with a passion that only seemed to escalate, she leaned in and stroked the very tip of my cock with her fingers.
That was when the universe stopped moving altogether.
The stars burned out and the planets stalled in wonder as Bella worked her curious fingers around the hefty head of my erection, making it twitch and yearn with each new nanosecond. It was an almost surreal sight—her hand learning to play with my cock, her lips impossibly close to it… something I had only dared to imagine, although the memory of that fantasy felt so shapeless and indistinct under the spectacular weight of reality.
I was completely speechless as Bella's touch lowered, dragging its warmth over my shaft. She was taking her sweet time, certainly enjoying the discovery process. The only gratification that was grander than this was the act of spoiling my beloved with pleasure—something that I had done just minutes ago, yet I was already dying for a repeat.
But Bella was not finished with her exploration. No—in fact, she was only starting.
I was anything but ready when the minimal distance between my cock and her lips closed. Her hand was beginning to feel my balls when she tilted her head and trailed a kiss around the tip of my shaft.
I about lost it.
"Fuck," was all I managed to say through gritted teeth.
Bella's eyes opened and instantly moved their piercing gaze to my face. Her mouth opened slightly and I felt the most sublime wet heat on my cock as she made sure to slowly take it in. I groaned, fully overpowered by what she was doing to me. It seemed that this kind of elation didn't belong to this world. It was too much, too good, too complex to comprehend.
How had I lasted a century without Bella's worshiping lips? Her passionate hands? Her willing body?
It seemed like a sacrilege to live without knowing this kind of ecstasy.
Still glancing at me—this time blushing in the most gorgeous way—she allowed my cock to slide deeper inside her mouth, welcoming it with a petulant swirl of her tongue.
I let out another moan. "Bella…" Daring as ever, she went deeper. "Dear God, Bella…"
Despaired by the euphoria she was subjecting me to, I twisted my fingers through her hair, making every effort to not pull too hard. She was so beautiful like this, with my cock submerged in her mouth. So beautiful… and too tempting for words. The way her blood had managed to stain the underside of her skin was enticing both of my longings.
Reality was slowly dissolving all around me, as my primal instincts kicked in. I was aware of my own needs in a way I had never been before.
I wanted to love, to fuck, to ravage, to never stop.
But just as badly, I wanted to bite, to drink, to gorge, to indulge myself like a beast.
It was truly astounding how my judgement flowed between realms without really falling into either one. It appeared that the need to protect my mate was so imbued in the subconscious layers of my mind that I could not let go of it for long enough to entertain my madness, not even when I was effectively high on Bella.
Seeking some clarity, I gently pulled her away, until the head of my cock rested on her lower lip.
"You're driving me crazy here," I told her.
"You didn't let me finish," she complained, her words a little distorted by the way I was dragging my cock from left to right on her waiting lip.
"Oh, you'll finish me." My voice was deliberately teasing, which got her already quickened pulse to go rogue. "All in good time." I smiled at how deliciously startled she looked and freed her hair from my hold. "Now lay down and part your legs, I want you on your back."
Bella listened with a dazzled look on her face, her movements hazy and slow as she did as told. Soon enough, she was splayed out on the blanket, the night breeze and her own elation causing her nipples to stand out. I was once again struck by how stunning she was. There were simply too many things I was enamoured with when I looked at her. The sweet vulnerability on her face… her curves creating shapes that reached beyond the land of perfection… her skin pulsing with the song and scent of life…
And God, her pussy weeping uncontrollably, so evidently unsated, so far from true relief.
In love and in lust, I kneeled between Bella's legs, parting them further with my hands just so that I could stare deeper into her glistening slit. She seemed to be more than happy to let me stare, reaching out to part her drenched lips with two fingers and reveal the luscious pearl of her clit.
All for my viewing pleasure.
"What a feast you are," I said in admiration, as my right palm drew a path from the underside of her knee to the inside of her thigh.
Bella was heaving heavily by the time my finger found her most sensitive spot again. I was starting to learn that this, too, had the potential to become an addiction for me. For many seconds, she got too lost in the sea of sensations to be able to speak again. She raised her arms above her head in sensual defeat, while her eyes kept dancing between my face and my erection, never settling in one place.
"Edward." She didn't look troubled in any way, but hearing my name got me to slow my pace nonetheless. I caressed her pussy with the gentlest touches while I waited for her to speak, making sure she understood that her needs were everything to me. "I was wondering…"
When she trailed off, I realized she needed some encouragement. "Yes, tell me."
"Do you think…" Her heart was beating so fast now, no other sound was remotely louder. "Do you think we'll fit?"
There it was—as untamable as her desire was, there were always reminders that what we were doing was just as new to Bella as it was to me. It was comforting to know that we were on equal footing; it made me even more motivated to fight to keep things even and not misuse my strength, not even by accident.
I could do this. We could do this.
"Bella," I said her name softly, like the sweetest prayer. "We are made for each other." With great care, I used my left hand to draw soothing circles on her belly. "And I'm not starting until I'm certain you are completely ready."
"Well, then… I am ready," she purred and thrashed, unable to remain still under my ministrations.
"That's for me to decide."
Bent on my goal, I let my fingers slide further down through the beautifully wet mess of Bella's arousal, outlining the small folds of her cunt and doing my utmost to memorize their shape—the minuscule creases, the unexpected plumpness, the slight asymmetry that made them all the more pleasant to the touch.
There truly were not enough lifetimes to tire of making these discoveries.
Between two hitched breaths—the first one hers, the second one mine—I pushed at her entrance with my index finger, coaxing her flesh to relent. There was the tiniest bit of resistance before the tip of my finger got engulfed by her pussy. If the rest of Bella's body was made from the flares that kept the sun bright, this was the core where everything melted. There was no temperature as scorching as the one inside her, nor a tightness as heavenly.
Spellbound by the way she moaned—loud and long, as if she could not contain this level of pleasure—I went deeper. I was admittedly caught in the best reconnaissance of my life, which meant that my sense of wonder could do nothing but grow and grow and grow. Greedy as I was, I ventured to add a second finger, pushing Bella's limits slowly, but surely.
Her eyes rolled back for a few moments, as more air left her lungs in the form of a lascivious sound.
"How does it feel?" I probed, even if the answer was obvious.
"Like I might come again if you keep this up."
I chuckled lightly, brushing my thumb against her clit as my two fingers commenced a gentle back and forth pace.
"Good, I want you to." I continued the slow fucking initiated by my digits as she watched me with helpless eyes. "You certainly look like you need it."
I leaned forward over her, until we were face to face and she could not move one inch. All she could do was take. She raised her chin—seeking, searching, wanting—and there was no finesse in the way I kissed her in response. It was pure, animalistic lust that drove my actions now. My lips were moving adamantly, while my tongue wrestled to overpower Bella's into submission. In the meantime, the fingers buried deep inside her never stopped working.
The part of me that was not set on exasperating her with pleasure was aware that I could not put up with the pressure building inside my balls for much longer. Despite all my supernatural prowess, I was not immune to the carnal call of needing to spill my load—ideally inside her cunt, ideally right this second.
Crushed under the demands of my body, I breathed into our kiss, letting the pain of her scent consume my airways.
I might as well go insane to the end.
The only reason I withdrew eventually wasn't to find repose, but to let her catch her breath. However, instead of replenishing her air reserve, she used the little oxygen she had to voice her plea.
"Please, Edward… you've teased me enough."
Even in my mania, I knew she was right. I had been a lucky spectator to her arousal-filled despair many times before, but this was different. Her entire body was writhing underneath mine, charged with so much electricity I was afraid she might just combust if I wasn't careful.
Sex was more than fundamental desire at this point.
It was a basic necessity, her system requiring it for survival as much as it required air.
And I was learning that I wasn't in any way stronger in this regard—I needed to fuck her as much as I needed to get her blood to spill on my tongue.
"I know, my love, I know," I muttered, battling the inner demon that wanted her served up as a meal.
I forced myself to pull back far enough to be able to face her glance, knowing that it was the one thing that could keep me under control. All of my worries fell into the dark ponds of her irises, reminding me of my ultimate purpose. The reason I was born into this world.
The reason I had not been allowed to die when my time came.
Keep Bella safe. Make her happy. Love her for evermore.
"If I hurt you in any way—"
"You won't," she said before I could finish my sentence. Her right palm raised to nuzzle my cheek. "No one in this world knows how to keep me safe better than you do."
Encouraged and deeply touched by her infinite trust, I could no longer preside over my breathing pattern—it was all over the place as I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and brought them to my mouth for another precious taste. It was like tasting drops of paradise and nothing less.
The novelty of it all started to matter less and less as I realized that our instincts spoke much louder than whatever first-time jitteriness we were supposed to feel. I didn't have to tell Bella to open her legs wider as I lowered myself between them, allowing my cock to slide along her wet slit. She knew. Just like she didn't have to tell me to grab her wrists and pin them on either side of her head to assure her that there truly was safety in vulnerability. I, too, knew.
We gazed at each other for many seconds, until—at long last—our worlds converged completely.
There was barely any struggle as the tip of my erection entered Bella, only the most seraphic tightness. My cock was instantly welcomed by the wonderful grip of her pulsing muscles, which got me to instantly push further—past the initial nirvana, deeper into what I knew was my home.
We moaned together, as our grandest dream came true, and in that moment I understood it all.
Why they fought the wars. Why religions were invented. Why art never died.
What I once considered to be existence was now life and it was the most beautiful thing in the universe.
Everything I once hated about myself—my past sins, my indestructible form, my inability to grow old—I was now thankful for, because without it, the blessing of loving Bella would have never even been possible. Suddenly, glorifying the idea of being human seemed like a farce. What would be the point of all that fragility, if it meant dying without my mate?
In the wake of my cognizance, I could clearly see that my thirst was happy to be tamed in its cage. It would always roar and demand more—that was the nature of the beast. But even if I ever went as far as to let it out for a walk, it would still be no match when faced with the force of my love. It would always return to its place of captivity, where it belonged. Truthfully, it would be like a grain of sand trying to fight the waves of the ocean on its own. Impossible and comically futile.
Relieved, I murmured Bella's name softly, in awe, not even knowing how to thank her for trusting me. For forgiving me. For taking me back. For granting me the privilege to be the first—and sure enough last—man to see her like this.
But above all else, for loving me.
With words abandoning me, I chose to show my gratitude in other ways.
Once I was inside her to the hilt, I started moving. My hips began a thrusting pace that was tender and unhurried at first, as we accommodated the feeling of our union, then faster and more demanding when she locked her legs around my hips and showed me that she could take it. We kept going back and forth between kissing whatever was within reach and simply watching each other, unable to find a balance.
"I'm never leaving you," I whispered between thrusts, fully aware of the implications. "Never. Again. Never. Ever."
Bella's eyes sparked at my admission, but she didn't say anything. She simply let out another rapturous cry and pushed her head back, revealing her neck. I accepted the invitation, leaning down to seal my lips on the side of her throat. With her pulse tremoring on my tongue and my cock burying its way through her cunt, playing with fire had never tasted sweeter.
In the end, she was the first to fall over the edge.
I felt her climax before I heard it, as soon as her inner muscles started spasming around me. Before I knew it, her wetness gushed all over my balls and she screamed so loud that a few animals woke up from their slumber. Bella's second orgasm of the night washed over her with a force that was nothing short of supernatural, shaking her to the very core.
She was still not finished when my own acme hit.
Her remaining screams were covered all at once when the roar of my liberation broke free into the night. I sunk completely inside her when I felt the first spurt of cold venom erupting out of me and into her torrid depths. That was when her pussy spasmed with another orgasmic wave, which wrung out a second load of cum—even more abundant than the first—out of me. For several interminable moments, Bella rolled in the aftershock of her zenith, while I continued to spill everything I had inside her.
By the time I was done, the mess we had made was considerable. The wet proof of our release had mixed and overflowed, leaving its mark everywhere: on her thighs, on my balls, on the poor blanket underneath us.
Minutes passed in supreme bliss, as our frenzy subsided enough to allow us to kiss and declare our adoration without ripping into each other.
It didn't take me long at all to realize that making love to Bella once barely scraped the surface of the boundless cosmos of lust that hid inside me. It didn't matter that I had just had the most spectacular orgasm of my life—my cock was still hard and willing as it moved at a leisurely rhythm inside her.
But even more mesmerizingly, it started to dawn on me that things might not be so different for Bella either. She wasn't just taking my slow fucking, she was actively responding to it with raised hips and fingers that pulled at my hair in all directions.
"More," she implored. "I want more of you, Edward."
Bewitched by the way our desire seemed to be one continuous string with no beginning and no end, I rolled us over, making sure not to exit her body, until she was on top of me, thighs spread wide so that she could straddle my hips. From this angle, I could see the way her messy waves framed her face beautifully, instantly making me believe that angels were real. And looking down, I could also perfectly see the way my shaft spread her folds to perfection, forcing them open. Our fusion glistened and it was a sight that aroused me beyond words.
"Move," I ordered her softly, stretching my arms upwards, to grab her breasts in my hands. "I want to see how your cunt stretches when I'm inside you."
Bella groaned—whether in response to the feeling of being filled so completely or as a way to encourage my salacious speech further, I couldn't know; but I was willing to bet on both. No additional incentives were required. She started riding me as if her life depended on it, swaying her hips up and down in a way that should have been illegal. I watched her in complete fascination, quietly fathoming that my second orgasm would still not fulfill my hunger for her.
Perhaps not even a third, or fourth, or fifth would, if I had to be honest.
There was seemingly no visible end in sight, nor a hope to find it—not for me. Not until my angel needed a break.
Until then, any breath spent not loving Bella was a breath wasted.
The longest night of my life happened to also be the best night of my life.
Bella didn't fall asleep until I fucked her straight into another three orgasms. She eventually became drowsy enough for her body to require a pause. As her eyes closed and her mind drifted away, I felt like I was holding a small furnace in my arms—such was the intensity of her heat after all the passion we had shared.
My conscience was floating on clouds as I held her at my chest and attempted to comprehend what had just happened. My mind had never felt lighter. It was such a peculiar sentiment—feeling so burdenless, so blissful, so unbothered, as if I had just been brought into the world and never witnessed its horrors.
Not even my thirst could ruin this profound blessing. As I breathed in and felt the pain, I was grateful for it—because the pain was the requisite of loving Bella all the way to the end, but also the proof that I could be safe for her, if I gave it my all.
I was particularly grateful for the balmy weather, as it allowed her to rest without shivering, despite my temperature. Her sleep seemed peaceful and deep, not a single muscle spasm betraying her rest.
However, not even two hours into Bella's slumber, something seemed to change.
The lack of motion began to morph into a string of fluctuating movements: first her delicate fingers, when they started to twitch, then her legs, when one of them shifted and draped over my hips. I witnessed these changes silently, not knowing what to make of them. One minute later, she was awake and looking up at me from my chest with a mystified look in her eyes.
I returned her gaze with a smile. "Hey," I whispered.
She shook her head, as if she was trying to chase away any remaining traces of fatigue.
"Everything all right?" I checked, dragging my palm over the small of her back and relishing in the way this seemed to make her heart beat faster.
With sluggish hands, she touched my face.
"Not a dream," she uttered—so faintly that I could swear she was speaking to herself. Almost in slow motion, her arms lifted to wrap around my neck. "Mmmmm, good."
I didn't know how to interpret this, so I kissed her, because kissing Bella seemed like such a natural response to anything and everything. Her lips were an open invitation as they bent under mine, while her tongue swayed lazily wherever mine guided it. We kept this up for a while, our breaths getting messier the more we refused to part and our hands getting more curious to get back to their avid exploration missions from earlier.
My hand was already descending between her thighs when Bella made an effort to speak under my mouth. "Make love to me again, Edward."
She didn't say anything else—she didn't need to, for I had been ready all along.
Several cries and wet explosions later, she managed to doze off once more. But our night of rabid insatiability didn't end there.
The second time around, it was me who got her to wake up, disregarding all hope of gentility when I pulled her from her dreams only to tell her that I could not last one second longer without tasting her again. Not thinking twice about it, Bella opened her legs wide, granting me full access to my favourite place in the world. I feasted on her pussy for a long time, compelled by the way her desire didn't seem to quieten down when she reached a new peak. No, it always seemed to return with a vengeance, and the only thing that was strong enough to hit pause on it was her human impossibility of staying awake through the night.
The dawn was barely starting to stain the sky with tiny splotches of pearly light when Bella's eyes opened again, instantly searching and meeting mine. We didn't even have to say anything this time, we simply knew. I rolled her over on her belly and climbed on top, entering her body in one fell swoop. I fucked her slowly and I didn't stop until her spent cunt overflowed with my venom and she cried out my name at the top of her lungs.
On and on it went, this never-ending night of blessings in which time dragged and stalled for us without asking for anything in return.
As the first rays of sun hit the meadow, finding our bodies and minds entwined, I was a new man. It felt like a monumental shift had occurred. Or perhaps it had always been like this and I had been too blinded by my own perspective to accept the weight of such an epiphany until now.
Regardless, I was pretty certain that the precise point where Bella's soul ended was also the point where my soul began.
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As you got to see, Edward came to a very important realization after the night he spent with Bella—that he does, in fact, have a soul. For me, that realization was one of my favourite things to write about!
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