Note: Here's the conclusion to Bella and Edward's night of fun. While they'll certainly be physical throughout the story, aside from one or two smaller scenes, this is the only chapter that dives heavily into the sex. Sorry to disappoint fans of smut, but this isn't that type of story exclusively—maybe smut-adjacent.
Chapter 78: All Night Long
3:00AM
Bella knelt before Edward, her body thrumming with anticipation. They'd been fucking for what felt like ages, but now she decided it was time for him to get that well-earned blow job. On her knees, she admired his long, hard cock—how it never seemed to go down was beyond her understanding—but she was absolutely in heaven. Smiling to herself, she wrapped her fingers firmly around the base, holding him steady as her tongue darted out, beginning a slow, sensual exploration of his length.
She licked up and down with deliberate care, savoring every ridge and vein, her tongue gliding over the silky skin stretched taut around his shaft. Finally, she swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting him as he twitched under her attention, growing impossibly harder. Smirking, she paused for a moment, knowing all too well what he was capable of and deciding she didn't need another surprise facial—at least, not yet.
Her ruby eyes gleamed with intent as she looked up at him, catching his gaze. Slowly, her hands slid up his thighs, her fingertips brushing over the firm, sculpted muscles beneath his skin before settling on his hips.
Edward's breath hitched as she leaned in, her lips parting to take him into her mouth. The heat of him against her tongue was intoxicating, filling her with a heady mix of power and desire. She reveled in the feel of his velvety skin, firm yet pliant, as she pushed forward, taking him deeper. Her hand cupped the base of his cock once more, her thumb teasingly brushing against him, while her other hand slipped around to grip his ass. She pulled him closer with a boldness that sent a guttural groan tumbling from his lips, the sound reverberating through her and spurring her on.
Bella's head began to bob, slow and teasing at first, her tongue swirling around him as she found her rhythm. The way he filled her mouth felt so perfect, so right, and the taste of him—it wasn't anything like blood. It was something sweeter, richer, a flavor that made her crave more. Her movements quickened, each bob of her head more eager than the last, her fingers digging into his firm cheeks as she urged him deeper.
Edward's hands tangled in her hair, his hips instinctively rocking forward as his control began to unravel. She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles tightened with every stroke of her lips and flick of her tongue. His quiet groans deepened into throaty growls, the sound vibrating through her and heightening her arousal.
When the first rush of his release hit the back of her throat, Bella moaned against him, the vibration making him shudder. She swallowed eagerly, the taste of him flooding her senses as her hand tightened around the base of his cock, stroking him in time with her mouth to coax every drop from him. But she wasn't done—she couldn't be. He tasted too good, too addictive, and as his body trembled above her, she kept going, her lips and tongue working him with renewed fervor.
Edward's breaths came in sharp gasps, his fingers tightening in her hair as she brought him to the edge again, and then over it. His second climax came with a strangled groan, his hips bucking as he spilled into her mouth once more. Bella swallowed everything, her tongue gliding along his length to ensure she missed nothing.
Even as his body trembled with aftershocks, she didn't stop. Her mouth and hands coaxed him higher, pushing him to new heights. He groaned her name, the sound raw and desperate, as she worked him to a third release, her hunger for him insatiable. By the time she finally pulled back, her lips glistened with the remnants of his release, and her smirk of satisfaction met his dazed gaze.
"You taste amazing," she murmured, her voice low and breathless, her tongue darting out to trace her lips, savoring every drop. Yet, even as she spoke, a flicker of need lit her ruby eyes. She wasn't satisfied—not entirely. Leaning forward, her lips enclosed around him again, her need for him burning brighter than ever. She wanted more.
4:00AM
Edward's gaze lingered, captivated by the view before him. Bella was on all fours, her toned body arching invitingly, her curves illuminated in the golden glow of the room. The smooth expanse of her back led to the perfect swell of her ass, and as he positioned himself behind her, he couldn't help but marvel at how utterly breathtaking she looked, waiting for him, ready for him. She had called this position doggy style, and the anticipation of trying it out sent a surge of excitement through him.
His hands settled on her hips, his fingers digging in slightly as he aligned himself, the anticipation electrifying. Slowly, he pushed into her, his length sinking into her warmth inch by inch. The sensation was mind-blowing—tight, slick, and hot, gripping him perfectly. A low groan escaped him, his head tilting back as the pleasure consumed him.
Bella moaned beneath him, her body arching further into the movement as he began to move, his thrusts deliberate at first, testing the rhythm. Her breasts swayed with each motion, as he picked up the pace. He slid his hands along her hips, his thumbs tracing over the curve of her ass as he began to pound into her with increasing urgency.
Her moans grew louder, each sound a spark to the fire raging inside him. "Edward," she gasped, her voice breathless yet full of need, her fingers clutching the sheets for leverage. The way she moved with him, meeting his thrusts, drove him wild. Every push and pull brought him deeper, their bodies working in perfect harmony.
The slap of their skin echoed through the room, punctuated by Bella's cries of pleasure. Her movements grew more frantic, her hips grinding back against him as she cried out his name, her body trembling. The sight of her, the feel of her, the intoxicating scent of her arousal—it all pushed him closer to the edge.
"Oh god," Edward murmured, his voice rough with desire as he gripped her hips tighter, driving into her harder, deeper. Bella's head dropped forward, her cries spilling freely now as her orgasm began to crest. He could feel her tightening around him, pulling him in even further, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Edward, don't stop!" she begged, her voice breaking, her body quaking as the waves of her climax overtook her.
With one final thrust, he followed her over the edge, his release surging through him with an intensity that left him breathless. They collapsed together, their bodies trembling, their breaths mingling as they clung to one another, momentarily spent yet still craving more.
5:00AM
Bella eased herself onto Edward's cock, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she took him in fully, straddling him on the bed. The sensation was electrifying, his length filling her in a way that made her head spin. Sitting upright, she realized happily that this position allowed him to reach even deeper inside her, intensifying the connection between them. Her hands rested lightly on his chest, feeling the firm planes of his muscles flexing beneath her touch as she began to move.
She started slowly, her hips rolling in a languid rhythm that sent waves of pleasure rippling through both of them. Edward's gaze never left her, his crimson eyes dark with desire, his hands instinctively moving to rest on her thighs, gripping gently as she set the pace. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, and her breasts swayed enticingly with every motion, drawing Edward's attention like a magnet.
As she rocked against him, she felt his hands slide upward, his fingers grazing her nipples before giving them a playful tweak that made her moan aloud. The sharp jolt only drove her to move faster, her movements becoming bolder, her hips grinding down to elicit the most exquisite friction.
"You feel… incredible," Edward murmured, his voice thick with pleasure, his hands lifting to meet hers.
She responded instinctively, her fingers interlocking with his as she began to ride him in earnest. The bed creaked beneath them, swaying in rhythm with her increasingly fervent movements. Her pelvis ground against him, sending shocks of pleasure radiating through her core. Every thrust, every movement seemed to draw them closer to the edge, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall as their bodies moved in perfect sync.
Bella leaned forward slightly, bracing herself with her hands against Edward's chest as she rode him harder, her thighs trembling with the effort. She could feel herself spiraling out of control, the tension in her body coiling tight as her climax loomed closer. Her cries filled the room, unrestrained and raw, as she gave herself over to the ecstasy building within her.
Edward's hands slid down to her hips, guiding her movements as his own body responded with equal fervor. She bucked against him wildly, her hips rolling in a frantic rhythm that sent them both hurtling toward oblivion. The entire bed shook with the force of their passion, and just as Bella reached her peak, one of the legs gave way with a loud crack, the mattress tilting at an awkward angle beneath them.
Bella barely noticed, too consumed by the overwhelming pleasure crashing through her. Her orgasm tore through her with a ferocity that left her trembling, and with a guttural cry, she bent down, biting hard into Edward's neck. The sharpness of her bite, combined with the intoxicating rush of simultaneously sucking out his venom and pushing her own in, sent Edward spiraling into his own release.
His body tensed beneath hers, his fingers gripping her hips tightly as he spilled into her with a deep, guttural groan. Bella felt every pulse, the heat of his release igniting another wave of pleasure that rippled through her, leaving her trembling and breathless. Her jaws remained locked onto his neck, savoring the intoxicating intimacy as she milked him for everything he had to give. The entire experience left her feeling deeply, utterly satisfied.
As their bodies began to still, the raw intensity slowly giving way to a shared warmth, Bella loosened her teeth from his neck. She trailed her tongue over the fresh mark she'd left, her touch tender, soothing. Edward hummed softly, the contentment in the sound making her heart swell. His hands moved in lazy strokes along her sides and back, his voice a deep murmur. "That was amazing, Bella. So… what's next?"
Smiling, Bella straightened, still acutely aware of Edward's hard length nestled within her as she gazed into his eyes. They were nearly black, smoldering with an intensity that sent a shiver through her. She couldn't help but wonder if her own eyes mirrored the same unrelenting hunger. A flicker of movement caught her attention, and she turned her head to see their reflection in the full-length mirror that doubled as the closet door. The possibilities glinting back at her were endless—and utterly thrilling.
"Oh, I have some ideas." Her smirk deepened as she turned her gaze back to Edward, her eyes alight with mischief and promise.
6:00AM
Bella was in heaven—absolute, mind-blowing heaven. The mirror before them reflected a scene so erotic, so utterly raw, that she couldn't imagine anyone in history being as thoroughly and spectacularly fucked as she was right now. Edward had her in his arms, her legs spread wide as he held her suspended effortlessly. Her back rested against his chest, and the sight of his cock pistoning in and out of her exposed pussy was enough to set her nerves alight. Every motion, every inch of him sliding deep inside her, was on full display, and she couldn't tear her eyes away.
Her own expression captivated her: radiant cheeks, lips parted, her ruby eyes gleaming with unrestrained lust as she moaned and screamed with abandon. The sounds of their bodies meeting echoed in the room, underscored by her cries of ecstasy, each one louder than the last. She had lost count of her orgasms—five? Six? More? Each one seemed to roll into the next, building in intensity as Edward's relentless pace ravaged her senses.
In the mirror, her reflection winked back at her, a wicked grin spreading across her face—a playful acknowledgment of just how incredible this night had been. She knew, without a doubt, that she would be replaying this moment in her mind for all eternity.
"Edward!" she screamed, as another orgasm crashed over her, leaving her trembling in his grip. Her voice broke into a guttural moan as her body clenched tightly around him, her words spilling out in raw abandon. "Oh God! Yes—don't stop—fuck me harder! Oh, fuck! Yes!" Her cries grew louder, each word fractured and desperate, the overwhelming ecstasy consuming her every thought.
Edward's mind swirled with disbelief at the sheer intensity of what he was experiencing. He had been at it for hours now, fueled by his and Bella's insatiable desire and burning hunger for each other. He marveled at the sight before him—Bella's body gleaming in the golden light, her hair wild around her shoulders, her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust. She looked like a goddess, radiant and untouchable, except she was his.
His hands gripped her thighs firmly as he drove into her, the muscles in his arms flexing to keep her steady. Bella's cries of pleasure were music to his ears, her voice rising in pitch as he picked up his pace. He couldn't help the primal growl that escaped him as his own release began to build, a fiery tension coiling low in his abdomen.
"Fuck, Bella," he grunted, his voice thick with need. The way she clenched around him drove him wild, her body milking him as though she couldn't get enough. Her screams reached a crescendo as she came again, her entire body trembling violently in his arms. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
With a final thrust, Edward felt his climax rip through him. He bit down hard into her neck, his venom surging into her as he spilled himself inside her. Bella screamed his name again as the bite sent her spiraling into yet another orgasm, her body convulsing in his grasp.
When the aftershocks began to subside, Edward pulled back just enough to gaze at her in the mirror, his mouth releasing her neck slowly. Her lips were parted, her chest heaving, and her eyes locked on his.
"Best night ever," he whispered, and from the knowing grin she gave him in the mirror, he knew she felt the same.
7:00AM
The sun made a rare appearance, breaking through the cloud cover, its golden light spilling through the window and painting the room in soft hues of pink and gold. Bella and Edward sat nestled together on the armchair they'd dragged next to the window, taking a brief pause to gaze at the sunrise. Bella tried not to think too much about how the chair had ended up in its current state—though she was certain it had to be Edward's fault. She vividly remembered kneeling in the armchair at some point during the night, clinging to it as Edward stood behind her, pounding into her with everything he had. A wry smile tugged at her lips at the memory. Yes, there was absolutely no way the damage could have been her doing.
Seated on Edward's lap, Bella leaned back against his chest, her fingers idly tracing the lines of his forearms, which were wrapped securely around her stomach. His still-engorged erection rested beneath her, pressing against her ass, its persistent twitching both distracting and tantalizing. It was a heated reminder of everything they'd done last night and a constant promise of all the things yet to come. Each subtle movement sent a flicker of lust stirring low in her belly, unbidden, along with a new thought that she quickly pushed aside. She wasn't ready for that particular act—regardless of how pleasurable and fun Char had claimed it was.
Turning her head slightly, she caught the way Edward's gaze was fixed on her, more captivated by her than by the sun. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around her, warm and undeniable, and she allowed herself to relax completely, a quiet, knowing smile lingering on her lips.
Glancing down at herself she couldn't help but let out a soft, unrestrained laugh. She was absolutely covered—her pale skin streaked with cum, glistening faintly in the morning light spilling in through the window. Leaning forward a little, she looked back at Edward and saw that he was in no better condition. His chest and abdomen bore the same evidence of their relentless night, a testament to just how virile he was.
It seemed a night spent fucking and sucking came with its own set of challenges—or, in this case, a glorious mess. Bella's gaze lingered on Edward for a moment, her lips curving into a smirk as she marveled at the absurdity of it all. How the hell did he keep making the stuff so damn fast? It seemed like another one of those vampire mysteries that would never have a proper explanation, but thankfully, she'd learned long ago to just go with the flow.
Her fingers idly rubbed at a particularly sticky streak along her breasts, her amusement growing as she saw Edward's crooked smile widening, his eyes twinkling with unspoken pride. But really, what kind of fool would complain about having a man who could fuck them endlessly? Certainly not her. If anything, she felt a surge of gratitude, a sense of privilege, knowing that he was hers, just as she was his—both to enjoy.
Looking at Edward's smiling face, Bella couldn't resist leaning in, her lips brushing softly against his in a lingering kiss. "Thank you for the most amazing night of my life. It more than makes up for the decades I spent not getting any," she teased, her voice warm with affection.
Edward kissed her back, his smile widening into a playful smirk. "Well, I think I have even more to be grateful for. My century of deprivation beats your measly few decades, hands down." His tone was light, but his expression shifted, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. "But this doesn't mean our night of fun is over, does it?"
Bella blinked at him, her jaw dropping slightly in mock horror. "Fuck no!" she declared with a laugh, shaking her head. "We've got this room until 11:00, and I'm good to go until then. Honestly, I'd keep going all day, but I know you want to get to Carlisle's later. I'm cool with that." Her smile softened as she traced a finger down his chest. "But you realize this changes everything between us, right? No more longing looks, no more holding back. I think we should make a pact: anytime one of us wants to get down and dirty, we both have carte blanche to go wild. What do you say?"
Edward's mind spun at the suggestion, his eyes lighting up as a slow, devilish grin spread across his face. "So, you're telling me that anytime I feel like it, I can just pull down your jeans and panties and slide it right in? No fancy dinner first, no sweet talking? Just straight to the action?" His voice was low, laced with humor, but the glint in his eyes was pure mischief.
Bella burst into laughter, the sound bright and infectious. "Exactly," she managed between giggles. "What man in his right mind would turn down an offer like that?"
Edward laughed along with her, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "Well, that sounds absolutely perfect. Count me in."
Bella worked to calm herself, though the smile tugging at her lips was impossible to suppress. "Good. I thought you'd like that one. But don't forget—this goes both ways. Any time I feel like it, I expect you to step up and whip out Edward Jr." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur, her breath brushing against his skin. "I don't think I've ever told you how much I loved sucking on popsicles back in my human days… Well, let's just say Edward Jr. puts them all to shame."
Edward groaned softly, his hands tightening around her waist as her words sank in. Bella leaned back into him, her body relaxing completely against his. The warmth of his embrace, the scent of his skin, the quiet hum of shared contentment—it all wrapped around her like a cocoon. She let out a soft sigh, a sense of peace settling over her as she thought about the endless memories they had yet to make.
Eventually, Bella's thoughts began to drift, considering what position they might try next. As she worked through the possibilities, an idea slipped into her mind, unbidden but undeniably enticing, and a mischievous smile tugged at her lips. "I think we should take a shower together," she said, her tone playful yet suggestive. "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling a little sticky. I know I said no facials, but I'm pretty sure I'm on number three or four by now." She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear, her voice dropping into a teasing whisper. "You're lucky I enjoy it."
Her smile widened as a memory floated to the surface—lunch with her high school friends years ago, all of them laughing with Sandy as she animatedly recounted her first time. Sandy's vivid and horrified description of her boyfriend Mark coming prematurely—and, unfortunately, on her face—had left the entire group in stitches. Back then, Bella had only been able to listen, never able to contribute to their stories, always the one without her own tales to tell. Now, she couldn't help but wish she could share with her friends just how incredible her first time had been and how amazing the man she'd finally found was. But some things, she knew with a bittersweet pang, weren't possible anymore.
Shaking off the thought, Bella stood, extending her hand to Edward. He took it without hesitation, rising with effortless grace as their fingers intertwined. Together, they walked toward the bathroom, the anticipation between them simmering like a live current.
Stepping into the bathroom for the first time, Bella was immediately grateful that the tub wasn't surrounded by glass. She knew it wouldn't have survived what she and Edward were about to unleash.
"How would you like to try a little role-playing?" Bella asked, her tone laced with excitement. "You don't know this about me, but I've done some acting—both in college and out in the real world. It's great fun. I especially love improv. Why don't we recreate that night in Denali and see if we can come up with an outcome that's to both of our liking?" Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "You get in the shower and start washing up. I'll think up my role."
Edward tilted his head, clearly intrigued but looking a little unsure. The slight furrow in his brow made Bella smile. She was sure he had never done anything like this before. Reaching for his hand, she rubbed it gently. "Just have fun with it," she encouraged, her voice soft but playful. "Go wherever your mind takes you. Play off what I say and do, and I'll do the same. There are no wrong moves—nothing we do or say has to make sense. The goal is just to have fun."
Edward's hesitation melted away as a smile began to spread across his lips. "All right," he said, his voice tinged with curiosity.
She nodded, grinning as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. "Perfect. Now hop in that shower, and I'll see you shortly," she said, wagging her eyebrows mischievously before turning to leave the bathroom.
Edward stood naked and alone for a moment, his mind whirring with curiosity and anticipation. Acting wasn't something he'd ever tried before, but Bella's enthusiasm was infectious. If she wanted this, he was more than willing to give it a shot. Taking her advice, he stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. The scalding spray hit his skin, and he let out a quiet sigh of relief as the warmth enveloped him. Tilting his head back under the stream, he let the water cascade over him, wondering what Bella had in mind.
Less than a minute later, he heard a soft knock at the bathroom door. Straightening, he called out, "Yes?"
The door creaked open, and Bella's voice floated through, but it didn't sound like her usual self. She spoke timidly, her tone quiet and uncertain. "Ah, Edward? It's me… Bella. I'm really sorry to bother you, but my shower—it seems to be broken. I was wondering if I could use yours."
Edward smirked to himself, already intrigued, and pushed the plastic curtain aside for a better view. "Oh?" he replied, keeping his voice neutral, curious where she was taking this.
Bella hesitated for a beat before stepping slightly into the room, clutching the towel tightly around her. Edward had never seen her like this—her gaze darted around the room but never once landed on him or the shower. "I just… I'm really dirty from our long trip, and I want to be clean for when our hosts arrive back. Eleazar and Carmen mentioned the Denali sisters, and I don't want to look unkempt if Tanya and the others get here early." Her body language, from her nervous posture to the way she avoided his gaze, sold the performance perfectly.
Edward couldn't help but grin, marveling at Bella's acting skills; she truly became someone else. The way she carried herself, the subtle hesitations in her voice—it was as if he were speaking to a completely different person. Whatever Bella had planned, he was more than ready to play along. Smiling, he decided to embrace the scene fully. "Sure, Bella, you can use mine. You may enter."
Bella gasped, her voice rising in indignation. "Edward! How could you?" She placed a hand over her chest, her expression aghast. "I meant after you were done! We've only known each other for a few weeks. "What—did you seriously think I'd join you in the shower? I don't even have a bathing suit!" She crossed her arms, tilting her chin upward in defiance. "I'm a proper young lady, Edward. I've never even seen a nude man before. Can you think of a single reason that would possibly compel me to step into that shower with you?"
Edward chuckled, thoroughly impressed by her commitment to the role. Her delivery was flawless, but the glimmer of amusement in her eyes told him she was enjoying herself. Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself of her advice—there were no wrong answers. "Wait, Bella!" he exclaimed, speaking urgently. "You've misunderstood my intentions entirely."
Her arched brow and skeptical expression dared him to continue.
"I was just thinking about… the water crisis," Edward improvised, his voice adopting a tone of grave concern. A story he'd seen on a TV at the airport about California's drought popped into his head, and he ran with it. "We need to do our part, don't we? Think of the planet. Why don't you join me? It's the responsible thing to do." He paused for effect, adding earnestly, "Nothing will happen, of course. I think I've proven over the past few weeks that I'm a proper gentleman. I promise I won't so much as peek."
His lips curved into a self-satisfied smile, silently congratulating himself on his effort.
Bella pressed her lips together, clearly fighting back a grin, before letting out a hesitant, "I… guess that makes sense." She took a step closer, her voice softening but still nervous. "Okay, Edward… I trust you. But you'd better keep your eyes forward."
He turned back to the shower, carefully schooling his expression as he heard the curtain being pushed aside. A faint draft of cool air brushed his wet skin before he felt Bella step in behind him. He smiled to himself, the corners of his lips quirking in genuine delight. If only the real shower in Denali had been anything like this…
"Ah, I kinda thought the shower would be bigger," Bella said, her voice tinged with annoyance as she glanced around the cramped space. "We don't really have much room to move around. Ah… maybe you could scooch over just a bit so I can wash my hair real quick. And keep your eyes up high, mister."
Edward shifted slightly to his left, watching as Bella's nude form moved past him with practiced nonchalance. True to her character, she didn't spare him a glance, keeping her focus firmly forward. It seemed if anything fun was going to happen here, he'd have to be the one to make the first move.
Glancing down, Edward couldn't help but notice his dick—still hard, still insistent, and perfectly positioned. A sly smile crept across his face as an idea struck. "Here, Bella," he said, grabbing the shampoo bottle, his tone feigning helpfulness. "Let me hand this to you."
She extended her hand without turning, and as Edward passed the bottle into her grasp, he deliberately let the tip of his erection brush against the small of her back.
"Edward!" Bella squealed, her voice high-pitched with surprise as she flinched, the shampoo flying out of her hand and clattering against the far wall in the bathroom. She jumped a good six inches off the ground before spinning around to face him, her wide eyes filled with shock. "What was that?"
Edward fought to keep a straight face as Bella's gaze dropped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "What—what, why are you so hard?" she sputtered, her voice tinged with shock.
"You—" she pointed an accusing finger at him, her expression shifting into indignation. "You led me to believe you were a gentleman! Why else would I agree to share a shower with a naked man I hardly know?"
She shook her head, her voice rising with dramatic flair. "And what sort of freak pills have you been taking, anyway? Is it supposed to be that hard and… massive?" Her hand gestured vaguely in his direction before pressing theatrically to her forehead, as if she might faint. After a moment, she straightened, shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts. "I don't understand. My best friend from college told me a man's ding dong was the size of a… well, a Ding Dong!"
Her gaze darted downward again, her head tilting slightly as her tone shifted into incredulous awe. "But that's like… two and a half Ding Dongs!"
Edward had no idea what a ding dong was, but Bella wasn't finished. Her eyes narrowed as she looked back up at him, confusion written across her face. "It's weird—all of a sudden, I have a craving to go out and buy some Ding Dongs," she mused aloud, shaking her head as if to dispel the thought.
Her expression sobered, and she jabbed a finger in his direction, her voice turning stern. "Well? Explain yourself!"
"I'm sorry, Bella. It's just…" Edward trailed off, a sheepish smile curling his lips as an idea struck him—perfect for the moment. "It's the time I spent in Volterra. Bella, I was alone for almost 100 years, and not once during that time did I get any relief. I knew it would be a sin to… you know… touch myself, so I held myself to the strictest standards of purity during my captivity." His tone was earnest but laced with just enough humor to keep it playful.
"I promise," he added, his voice softening, "I haven't lowered my gaze to see you standing naked in front of me, but just the thought of you so close—so exposed—it's enough to make Edward Jr.—oh, that's what I've named him—excited. He got a little… engorged." He gave a dramatic sigh, tilting his head apologetically. "Again, I'm sorry. Do you want me to leave so you can finish your shower in peace?"
Edward kept his gaze steady on Bella's face, watching her lips twitch as she fought to stay in character. Finally, a smile broke through, and she silently mouthed, well played, before quickly slipping back into her role. Her expression shifted, a look of concern softening her features.
"Oh, Edward, I'm so sorry you had to go through that," she said, her voice laden with sympathy. "And how awful of me to tempt you like this—my naked body so close, yet completely untouchable. It's almost like another form of torture I'm putting you through." She cast a brief, deliberate glance downward, a smile tugging at her lips, before locking her eyes back onto his with playful intensity.
"I'm not a monster, Edward," she continued, her tone low and coaxing. "I'd like to help you with the hard situation you're facing right now. If you're okay with it, I can give you the relief you so desperately need." She tilted her head, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "I mean, 100 years? It boggles the mind how you held out for so long."
She stepped slightly closer, her smile widening. "Do you want my helping hand, Edward? If not, I completely understand." Then, she added, "I do like you, though. And if you want to go the traditional route, I think after dating for a year or two, I might be open to… something sexual."
Her giggle bubbled out before she could stop it, her hand flying up to cover her mouth as she tried to stifle the laughter that threatened to shatter her carefully crafted character.
"I would be much obliged, Bella, for any help you could give me," Edward said, his voice laced with a mix of gratitude and anticipation. "I'm sorry to place such a heavy burden on you so soon after meeting me."
"That's okay, Edward," Bella replied, her tone warm and soothing as she stepped closer. "Just try to relax as much as you can, and let me see if I can help you with this rather… large problem you've found yourself having."
Edward's breath hitched slightly as Bella slipped behind him, her movements careful and deliberate. He felt her hands glide over his sides, her touch featherlight and electric, before one of them ventured lower. His heart—if it still beat—would have been racing into overdrive when her left hand confidently wrapped around him. Relief and exhilaration flooded him as he exhaled, knowing with absolute certainty that this time, it really was Bella.
Her grip was firm but gentle, and she began to stroke him slowly, the rhythm teasingly unhurried. Edward clenched his jaw, determined to keep his composure. He wanted to savor this, to let it last as long as possible, but Bella's hand seemed to have other ideas entirely. Her strokes quickened, the motion smooth and deliberate, leaving him barely holding on.
From behind him, Bella's voice broke through the haze of pleasure, light and questioning. "Am I doing this right, Edward? Is it… over? I've been closing my eyes, you know, so I don't see anything you're not comfortable with."
Her words were laced with playful innocence, but the speed of her hand was anything but. Edward groaned, his head tilting back as he struggled to form a coherent response. "No—ah—please, look, Bella." His voice was strained, heavy with desire. "Keep going… no complaints here."
Her hand was relentless, stroking him with a speed and confidence that left him teetering on the edge. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her hair as she leaned forward, her head peeking around his side. "Wow," she murmured, her voice dripping with playful awe. "Look at how fast my hand is going… and you're still holding out. You're made of stronger stuff than I am." Her laughter was soft, teasing, a sultry undertone woven through it.
Edward's mind was a haze of pleasure and tension, every nerve in his body alight as his climax approached. But then her tone shifted, growing darker, more possessive. "Well," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, "let's kick this up a notch and see what happens." Before he could register her intent, her lips brushed his neck, and the single word she whispered sent a shiver down his spine.
"Mine."
Her teeth sank into his neck, the sharp pressure mingling with the intoxicating rush of her venom. The simultaneous sensations of her bite and her hand working him mercilessly sent him careening over the edge. His climax hit like a tidal wave, his release exploding in long, powerful streams that painted the shower wall in front of him. He groaned her name, the sound guttural, desperate, as his body trembled under her touch.
Bella didn't relent, her teeth firmly latched onto his neck, her hand maintaining its relentless rhythm as if she wanted to wring every last ounce of pleasure from him. The dual sensations were overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and intimacy that left him completely at her mercy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Bella lifted her teeth from his neck, her tongue flicking out to soothe the mark she'd left. Her hand slowed to a leisurely pace, her movements almost tender now, as if savoring the moment. Edward sagged slightly, leaning back against her, his body still trembling as he tried to regain his bearings.
"Was that better, Edward? Will this memory in the shower be the one you think about from now on?" Bella whispered, her breath warm against his ear as she lingered behind him, her voice carrying a teasing edge that sent shivers down his spine.
Edward let out a low groan, his head tilting slightly back. "God, Bella, that was incredible. Yes, never again will I think about that night in Denali." He turned his head just enough to catch her eye, a wicked grin forming on his lips. "Now, how about we continue this little encounter? Shower sex sounds rather fun. Have you ever seen anything like that in all this porn you keep talking about?"
Bella laughed, the sound rich and unrestrained, echoing softly against the tiled walls. At some point, she thought, she'd have to introduce Edward to the wilder corners of the internet. For now, though, she was more than happy to educate him firsthand. "Shower sex it is," she declared, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Before Edward could respond, Bella spun him around with an effortless motion, her strength and speed leaving him momentarily breathless. In the same fluid movement, she leapt up, her hands gripping his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his waist. He instinctively caught her, his hands finding purchase on her hips just as she positioned herself over him. With a deliberate, teasing slowness, she lowered herself onto his still-throbbing length, impaling herself fully. A gasp escaped her lips, followed by a satisfied smile as she locked eyes with him.
"You did great with the improv," she murmured, her voice soft but sultry, her fingers threading through his wet hair. "But now, let's just be ourselves and let the real fun begin again."
Edward couldn't stop the growl of approval that rumbled deep in his chest, his hands tightening on her hips as their bodies began to move, the water cascading over them only adding to the heat of the moment.
9:00AM
Edward couldn't fathom how they had arrived at this moment, yet here they were—fucking with everything they had while floating in the center of the room. At the moment, he was on top, Bella's legs clinging tightly around his waist, her ankles locked behind him as he thrust into her, their movements fluid and unrelenting. Every sensation was heightened—her warmth, the softness of her skin pressed against his, the sound of her breathless moans in his ear—and yet all of it was made even more surreal by the fact that they were floating, suspended in the middle of their hotel room.
Bella's shield wrapped securely around their midsections, holding them aloft as she did her best to move them around the room, while Edward focused on driving her wild with each relentless thrust.
"God, Edward," Bella moaned, her voice sultry and raw. "I can feel every inch of you. Harder." Her arms were wrapped tightly around his chest, her breasts pressed hard against him.
Her dirty talk sent a surge of lust crashing through him, and he gripped her hips tighter, driving into her with even more intensity. Bella tipped her head back, a low, guttural moan spilling from her lips. With deliberate abandon, she unhooked her legs from his waist and released her arms from his shoulders, spreading herself wide—her arms and legs splayed open in midair. Nothing anchored her to him anymore except for the relentless rhythm of his manhood, moving in and out of her as she hung there, completely suspended. The sight of Bella floating beneath him, her radiant expression alive with pleasure, her hair cascading like a dark waterfall toward the floor, was utterly mesmerizing—a vision of raw, unrestrained beauty.
Suddenly, Bella grabbed hold of him, flipping them around midair in a swift, confident motion, leaving Edward now on the bottom, her straddling him with unbridled intensity. Her hips moved wildly, grinding against him with a desperate, unrestrained rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through them both. She buried her face in his neck, her breath hot and ragged against his skin, while her fingers clung desperately to his back. Her hips rolled with tantalizing precision, each motion fluid yet fierce, driving him further into bliss. For a moment, her control faltered, and they drifted higher until her bottom bumped against the ceiling, knocking loose a small shower of plaster.
"Whoops," she muttered with a breathless giggle, though it quickly dissolved into moans as she refocused, her hips bucking harder, drawing them both deeper into the moment.
"Flying sex is going to be amazing," Bella murmured against his ear, her voice trembling with pleasure. "But right now? I just need you to—oh, fuck—don't stop, Edward. Right there. Ah, harder. Yes, just like that."
Their floating movements shifted again, the pair unintentionally colliding with the bedside lamp. It smashed into the wall with a loud crash, shattering beyond repair. Edward spared it no thought—he couldn't care less how much of the room would survive their night… or now, their day of fun. All he could focus on was Bella.
"You're incredible," he rasped, his voice hoarse with desire.
Bella's response was a throaty moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched against him, riding him even harder. "You think this is good? Just wait until we're in the sky, Edward. I'll make you come so hard you'll think you're falling. Better yet, we'll fuck while we're falling."
Her teasing promise was his undoing. Edward thrust into her one final time, groaning her name as his release overtook him. Bella's cries echoed through the room as her orgasm rippled through her, her shield surging forward in her bliss.
Edward's eyes snapped to the wall ahead of them, and he shouted, "Bella, watch out! The TV!"
10:00AM
Bella nestled herself against Edward's body, her skin flush against his, their limbs still tangled after nearly 12 hours of almost nonstop fucking and sucking. They were, of course, naked, the evidence of their passion lingering in the air around them—not to mention on their bodies. They'd explored each other in ways she'd never dared to imagine, delving into desires she hadn't even known she held. Every touch, every shared moan, every whispered confession had left her utterly fulfilled, both physically and emotionally. For the first time in her life, she felt completely connected to someone, as though their bodies and souls were perfectly in sync.
Rolling onto her side, Bella propped herself up on Edward's chest, her hand splayed over his warm skin as her eyes roamed down the length of his body to his still-erect cock, standing proudly, as though it had no intention of letting their fun end. A playful grin curved her lips as she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him once, savoring the steel-like hardness beneath the velvety smoothness of his skin. The strength of him in her hand was intoxicating—God, did she want to suck him off... Closing her eyes to steady herself, she let out a reluctant sigh and forced herself to release him, the loss of contact almost painful.
"I hate to say it, Edward," she began, her tone teasing yet affectionate, "but we should probably clean up. Another round of showers is definitely in order, though I think we'd better take separate ones this time. If we shower together, we both know exactly how that's going to end."
Edward's expression shifted, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face as his gaze dropped to his still-throbbing erection. The sight of his frustration made Bella laugh, her hand brushing his cheek in mock sympathy as if to wipe away the tears. "Oh, don't give me that look. What was it—twenty, thirty times I've sucked you off? Honestly, I lost count." Her voice was light and full of humor, her grin widening as his lips twitched into a reluctant smirk. "As much as we both want to keep this going, the new day's calling. After we check out, we'll definitely need to hit the shops. I need a new outfit, and you should grab something, too. I'm sure you'll want to look your best when we see Carlisle later today."
"You're right, you're right," Edward replied reluctantly, his tone tinged with good-natured resignation. He leaned forward, pressing a lingering kiss to Bella's forehead. "Thank you for the most amazing night of my long life."
Bella's heart swelled at his words, her smile warming as she gazed up at him. "Hey, the same goes for me, Edward. This was the most incredible night of my life too. And the best part? We can do this anytime we want now."
Edward's eyes gleamed with a familiar intensity, one that Bella had come to know far too well over the course of the night. She raised an eyebrow, wagging a playful finger at him as her grin turned mischievous. "Hold up. Yes, we can do it anytime we want—but not right now. We need to get moving. So, you go take that shower first, and when you come out, that cock of yours better have deflated. I've actually never seen it in its normal state, and I'm curious to find out what it looks like."
Leaning in, she kissed him one last time, her lips soft yet playful, lingering just long enough to leave him wanting more. With a gentle push, she gave him a sly smile. "Now, off you go. And no sexy thoughts in the shower."
Edward smirked, sliding out of bed with a grace that made Bella's eyes drift down his body, her gaze shamelessly lingering on his perfectly sculpted ass as he strode toward the bathroom. God, how could one man look so good from every angle? The thought sent a flicker of heat through her again, and she bit her lip, her mind wandering to all the ways she could enjoy that view later.
With a contented sigh, Bella stretched luxuriously, the warmth of their unforgettable night still radiating through her body. Her smile lingered as the sound of running water filled the room, teasing her with the temptation of joining him. But she stayed put, savoring the moment and letting the anticipation build for whatever came next.
Alone now, Bella propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze sweeping over their room. It lay in ruins—a chaotic testament to the intensity of their love-making or, more accurately, the furious fucking that had followed. It looked as though a hurricane had torn straight through—one fueled by two insatiable vampires discovering each other for the first time.
Maybe staying in a hotel hadn't been the wisest decision for two vampires intent on losing their virginity. But then again, the bed—despite its untimely demise—had been an absolute necessity. For her, at least, the damage—whatever it was—had been worth it. Still, she sighed, her mind already spinning with how she might explain the destruction to the staff. They'd definitely need to stop by the front desk and report the damage.
The sound of the shower shutting off snapped her out of her thoughts. Her gaze darted toward the bathroom door, anticipation curling low in her belly. Moments later, Edward emerged, his bare feet padding softly on the carpet. He was still gloriously naked, a towel in hand as he rubbed it through his hair, the damp strands falling in disarray across his forehead.
Bella's eyes roamed over him, drinking in every detail. His body was a masterpiece of lean muscle and perfect proportions, his skin glistening faintly from the water. The ridges of his abdomen rippled with every movement, the sharp V of his hips drawing her attention lower to where, for the first time, his cock wasn't standing at full attention. Even in its softened state, it was impressive, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from acting on her impulse. God, she wanted to cross the room, drop to her knees, and take him into her mouth, starting their fun all over again.
Instead, she exhaled sharply, forcing herself to tear her gaze away. With purposeful strides, she climbed out of bed, her movements brisk as she avoided meeting his eyes—or letting her gaze linger anywhere it shouldn't. As she passed him, his scent enveloped her—clean, warm, and utterly intoxicating. She barely resisted the urge to turn back, nearly running into the bathroom instead. The door closed with a soft click, and she leaned back against it, a wicked smile spreading across her lips as the memories of their night flooded her mind, each one more delicious than the last.
Best. Night. Ever.
Well, there you have it—Bella and Edward's first night together. I hope you enjoyed it; I know they certainly did. Comments as always are appreciated.
For now, we'll let Bella and Edward keep their private time to themselves as we shift gears toward the big reunion with the Cullens. And trust me, it leads into something even bigger! I'll let that percolate until you find out for yourself in a few chapters. Until next time!