The lingering embarrassment and stage fright I had felt faded as Edward's arms came around me, his skin warmer from the tropical sea that surrounded us. He kept me pressed to his stone chest as he drifted deeper allowing the water to cascade over my shoulders. Despite the warmth around me I felt my body react to his close proximity, my nipples tightening against his skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling closer and leaning up to kiss his perfect mouth. He stopped moving, his hands sliding softly over my back and coming to a rest on my hips before his mouth pulled away.
"Remember Bella, we must go slow. I need to remain in control tonight." My hands drifted as he spoke, trailing down his neck and resting on his shoulders. I loved the feel of his skin under my hands.
"I know Edward. Ill follow your lead, I promise." I studied his face, sad to see the worry and uncertainty that sat so heavily on his shoulders. Even the weeks of exploring we had done didn't seem to be enough for him at this moment. I cupped his jaw and gave him a soft kiss before pulling out of his arms, knowing he needed time to pull himself together. I ducked under the water, swimming a few feet away from him before circling around and back towards him.
"This reminds me of our swim in the meadow." I said, flashing him a smile at the memory. He didn't swim with me, standing still and watching with rapt attention as I swam around him in loose circles.
"It is much warmer however." He said, his mouth quirking up on one side.
"That's true." I came to a pause in front of him, dipping low in the water until only my mouth and head were visible.
"How fast can you swim?" It was my random curiosity that finally made him truly smile.
"Would you like to see?" He offered, giving me an indulgent look. I nodded and he drifted closer, lowering his body also until he was in front of me and turned around.
"Hold on." He spoke quietly, not disturbing the tranquility of the ocean sounds.
My hands came up to his shoulders, curving up, over and down his chest until my arms were loosely wrapped around his neck. Then he kicked off and started swimming, my chest flushed to his back. He cut easily through the swelling waves, moving faster then any human could, his arms strong and steady as they moved, propelling us forward. I tightened my hold on him, pressing my face to the side of his neck, loving the closeness of his body against mine. I didn't mind the swim, he needed the activity to focus on so he could calm his nerves, somehow I knew that. I had made it past my own mental walls in the bathroom and it seemed that Edward had been having a similar dilemma. I stayed quite and enjoyed his company, the warm thick air swirling around us. The island was beautiful, even if I couldn't quite wrap my head around the idea of having the whole thing to ourselves for however long we were here.
Eventually he circled around from wherever he had wandered, staying parallel to the shore and made his way back, moving slightly slower until we where back at the little beach outside of our room. The light cascaded from the house, drawing my attention back to swaying clothes, and then to the big bed that was covered in that netting. He stopped, and picked up my wrist, pulling it gently to his mouth and leaving a soft kiss over the delicate veins there. I heard his deep inhale before his hands moved to my arms, prying them from his neck so he could turn. He looked calmer then before, his eyes a little less worried, as though he had found his resolve somewhere along the beach. His hands reached for mine, pulling me closer and placing my palms on his chest.
"Thank you, for being so patient." He murmured, leaning in closer to me. His hands came to rest on my hips once more, his thumbs moving to stroke my skin in a soft caress.
"It's not easy, but I can do it." I said, giving him a smile.
He grinned back at me and then eased me closer, his hands pulling me forward. I moved my hands up and into his hair, shuffling my feet closer to his body and following his guiding hands, until finally, finally I was flushed to his body. My feet in-between his own, his thighs and chest pressed to me, and his erection against my lower belly. His eyes slid closed, and his forehead came to rest against mine. My body broke out into shivers at the feel of his body on mine, the tingling starting in my toes and moving up my spine. Nothing compared to this, not even the night he had given me an orgasm by grinding against me. My focus was wholly on that hardness against my soft skin.
"Are you cold?" He murmured. I heard myself let out a hushed laugh at his question.
"No, not even a little bit." I said. I wanted to step closer, wanted to run my hands down his chest until I could feel all of him.
I did none of those. I stayed still, his forehead still on mine, and waited. My hands idly moved through his damp hair, brushing it back from his face. He moved then, one hand coming up to my chin and tilting it upward, giving him access. His lips covered mine, soft and sweet, slowly drawing me in. The hand on my hip drifted to my lower back and pulled me closer, tighter against him, and then explored my exposed body slowly.
His hand under my chin slid back to cup my neck, tilting my head back further and kissing me deeper. I let out a soft moan when his tongue slid into my mouth, his kiss turning hungry in a millisecond. He devoured me in a way that I had never dreamed off, his mouth demanding and claiming. He sucked on my bottom lip before breaking away, his mouth immediately moving to my neck. Both of his hands moved to my thighs, gently grabbing me and pulling them up, hauling my body up to his and coaxing my legs around his hips. I felt the flush in my cheeks as my breasts were exposed, but I paid very little attention. Between his mouth trailing down my neck and his erection pressed into the empty space between my thighs there wasn't anything that could distract me from this moment. My eyes were closed, my head tilted back to give him full access. His hands stayed under my thighs, supporting my body weight.
"Maybe we should go inside." The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. I hadn't meant to push, I knew we had to go at whatever pace he set, but I didn't want to be a wrinkled mess by time we left the ocean. His mouth left me, his perfect face coming into view. His eyes were molten gold, perusing my face until they met mine.
"Yes, I suppose we should." He lifted me higher, his arm moving under my butt, and he started moving through the water. His eyes never left mine as he started walking out of the surf, the water exposing more and more of our bodies until he reached the sand, leaving us both naked in the night air. It was so hot here that I could practically feel my body starting to dry. He paused by that branch and collected his own clothes along with my towel, then continued on up the beach. I was to engrossed on his face, taking in every part of his expression to care where we were going. When he stopped I finally looked around, taking in our surroundings. We were in the big bathroom, the same place my mini freakout had happened who knows how long ago. He must have seen the question on my face cause he spoke a second later, his voice still quite and slightly nervous.
"We need to wash the sand and salt off, I do not want it drying and irritating your skin."
"You're going to shower with me?" I asked, grinning at the idea. His eyes drifted over my shoulder, his gaze intent on something. I peeked over my shoulder, my cheeks heating as I saw the mirror behind me, and realized what had his attention. A second later his eyes were back on mine, and he was moving again.
"That was my plan, unless you would rather wash on your own." He said it like it was an actual possibility that I would want this. I tightened my arms around his neck and leaned in closer, my lips hovering over his.
"I would love to shower with you." I told him honestly. He gave me an easy, happy smile and pulled the glass door open, walking us both inside and closing it behind us. I should feel nervous or something, but I only feel eager and desire for more as he lowers me to the ground, my feet touching the cool tiles. My arms slip from his neck, and I find courage I didn't know I had, stepping back until there's about a foot between us. As much as I want to see him I cant pull my eyes away from his and I watch as his gaze slowly moves down my body. I can almost feel the way it touches me, like feathers brushing along my skin, slowly down and then even slower back up, until those eyes were back on my own. Iv never seen them look so…predatory. In the next second he was before me, both hands cupping my face and kissing me in that new, hungry way.
"You are so beautiful, exquisite, perfect. All of that and so much more Bella. I do not have the words for what you are." He whispered the words against my lips, his tone worshipping.
"I knew already that I loved your heart, mind and soul, but your body. Your body Bella, it calls to me the way nothing else ever has." I felt a hot flash roll through my body, stroking the building fire within me. I took a deep, steadying breath and put my hands over his own on my cheeks.
"How do you do it?"
"Do what love?" His mouth pulled up on one corner, amused.
"Always say the right thing. I fumble and stutter and you just…say that and it's like im ready to go." I blushed at my own words but didn't regret them. He had to know what his words did to my libido. His mouth pulled into a wide grin, his eyes sparkling with humor.
"That easy is it? I guess we should shower then." He winked and then kissed me once more before pulling away completely. I took the time to finally look at him as he reached for the shower handles. Im pretty sure my heart stopped all together when I saw his fully naked body. Of course he was perfection fully clothed, but Edward naked was something my heart couldn't handle. It raced so fast that I saw him glance at me in concern as he turned the taps, water pouring out of the waterfall head and in between us. It didn't hinder my sight and I realized suddenly that I had been right at the pond, he was definitely bigger than average. I swallowed and forced my eyes back to his. He was watching me curiously, trying to read my face.
"What is it Bella?" He stepped under the water and over to my side, reaching for my hand.
"N-nothing." I knew better then to lie, he could always tell, even if my voice hadn't trembled. He raised his brow, calling me out without even opening his mouth.
"Okay fine…I was just thinking that you're…uh…larger than I expected." My cheeks burned at his penetrating gaze. Im pretty sure that was exactly what every man wanted to hear. His mouth kicked up into that sexy smirk and I rolled my eyes.
"Don't let that go to your head." He reached for me and pulled us both under the water, ducking his head so his mouth was near my ear.
"To late." He kissed that soft spot under it, a breathy sound escaping my mouth. "Do not worry about that Bella, I will not hurt you." I knew he meant he wouldn't specifically hurt me with his size, but I understood he wouldn't hurt me ever.
"Im not worried, just surprised." I should have known better, he was amazing at everything, of course he would be above average with this to.
"Not a bad surprise I hope?" He actually sounded worried about that fact. I snorted and stepped back, wiping water from my eyes so I could see his face.
"What woman would be upset about their husband having a big dick?" He grinned and chuckled, shaking his head slightly.
"You always shock me, you know that." I shrugged one shoulder, not even a little sorry.
"What am I going to do with you." He sighed, exaggerating the sound and reaching around me for a bottle.
"I have a couple ideas." My tone dipped into that flirty suggestive sound, my eyes roaming his perfect body again. He really was magnificent, his erection long, bobbing against his lower abdomen with his movements.
"Oh I have more than a couple my wife." That word startled me out of staring at him. I felt my mouth pull into a smile. He was squeezing out something onto his palm, filling the air with the scent of coconut and vanilla, then placed the bottle back down before stepping forward to me again.
"May I?" He gestured his hands forward toward my body. I nodded, eager and excited to feel those hands on me. He rubbed his hands together and then placed them on my shoulders, running his palms down my arms and back up. He worked the soap in swirling motions, his hands light against me. I closed my eyes, my head tipping back slightly. He drew out the anticipation of his touch, skipping his hands down to my stomach. I let out a small noise of distress and glanced at him. He was watching his hands, but his smirk told me he knew what he was doing and why I had made that sound.
"Patience my love." He said, fighting the smile on his face.
"You're teasing me." I accused. His hands drifted down over my hips and then back up, sliding easily over my now soapy skin.
"Not teasing, just…enjoying." He said quietly.
His hands finally moved up to my breasts. His fingers rubbed the soap in before cupping them, his thumbs intentionally rubbing against my tight nipples. His hands were so much better without my shirt in his way. His eyes flashed to mine when I moaned, watching my face this time as he circled his thumbs around the peaks and then gently pinched them. Desire rushed through my body so fast that my legs felt weak, and I worried I would collapse. I saw his deep inhale and knew what he was scenting but I didn't care. I just wanted him so badly in this moment. My mouth opened and I was about to demand he take us to bed, but he stepped away then and disappeared, coming to stand at my back. I groaned and he chuckled, pushing my hair over my shoulders and starting his slow washing again. His hands traveled around my back, over my butt and down. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw him lower to his knees behind me, his hands moving down one leg, and up the front of the same, his hand on my inner thigh stopping just short of my sex. He followed the same pattern on the other leg before standing, then he stepped forward, his stone body pressing into mine and his hands slid around my waist, his palms open and splayed across my stomach. One stayed there, holding me back against him, his erection pressing into the small of my back. My heart thundered again as his right hand slowly slid downward, over my mound and between my legs. His fingers gently moved over me, washing my most intimate parts with the most tender care. He parted me only a little, careful to keep the soap on my outer lips. My eyes closed and my head tipped back against his collarbone, my breath escaping me in a rush.
"I think you are clean now." He whispered, leading us forward under the spray of water. I kept my eyes closed, sad when his hands moved back to graze my body and wash away the lingering soap. He stepped back, doing the same to my back until I was soap free.
"Does this mean I get to wash you?" I asked, stepping back from the stream. I tried to turn so I could face him, but he kept me forward, his hands pulling me back into himself once again.
"You can if you would like, but I want to do something first." That tone had all kinds of dirty thoughts racing around my head. His voice was always sexy, but when it lowered like that it was like a direct shot to my desire for him. His hands once again wrapped around my waist, his left arm banding across my torso and cupping my right breast.
"What is that?" I asked, though somehow I already knew the answer. And I wanted that so badly.
"What I always want. To please you." He murmured, his right hand trailing back down my body. He lightened his pressure, only his fingers touching me as he slipped it back between my legs, running them gently over the seam of my sex.
"May I?" He asked before kissing my neck.
I wanted to laugh but I didn't have the breath for it. As it was I practically panting, my chest heaving with my deep breaths. His hand on my breast didn't move, just lovingly held it and I nodded, unable to do anything more. His head bowed over my shoulder, his cheek pressing to my temple and his fingers gently running over me, slowly easing further until I was fully parted for him. The way he explored me, his touch light but so needy, feeling every inch I had with two fingers had me taut in his grasp.
"When you told me that you could not make yourself come on your own, this was what I truly wanted to do that night." He murmured the words so quietly, as though his own concentration was wholly on his hand the way mine was. He eased those fingers down, so slowly and carefully dipping one inside me and pulled out, doing it again until his fingers were coated in my desire.
"Oh god." I groaned the words out before I could stop myself, my hips pushing forward into his hand. He froze and I panicked, my eyes flying open. My right hand moved to his forearm across me, holding it like I could keep him there and my left hand reached back, feeling his muscled thigh.
"Im sorry. Please don't stop. Ill be good, I promise." A growl rumbled in his chest, that predatory sound making the hairs on my arm stand up.
"Im not stopping." He reassured me, his fingers moving up and circling my clit. I bit my lip, only a small whimper coming out between my locked lips.
"Don't you dare Bella. I have been waiting for a very long time to touch you the way I want to. I need to hear your pleasure just as badly as I need to give it to you." He dipped down again, gently easing one finger deeper into me before moving back up and onto my clit. I didn't know what felt better, the filling sensation of his finger inside me or the way he circled my clit like he knew exactly what it needed.
"Edward please." I begged, needing more. I could not survive if he didn't give me everything he had right now. I felt him inhale a sharp breath and then he carefully slid one finger into me, his thumb taking over and flicking my clit. I moaned so loud this time that the sound reverberated thought the shower, and my hips flexed into his hand again.
"Do you like that Bella?" He gave my body what it needed, his finger pushing in deeper before pulling out, his thumb a steady rhythm on me.
"Yes." It came out as more of a cry then an actuol word. "Yes Edward, please." My hands gripped him so tightly if he was a human it would have hurt. His finger slowly plunged in and out of me, his hand getting coated in my desire. The sensation was like nothing else, the glide of that skilled digit inside of me, tight at first but my body relaxed further until I wanted more. My worries of not being able to orgasm with him completely disappeared in a puff of smoke as the pleasure built, my body unconsciously going up on my toes and pressing my ass into his hard dick. His arm kept me braced against his chest, his cheek now pressed to my own in a sweet gesture.
"Can you handle another finger?" He asked, voice all low and seductive. I only nodded, thinking that was exactly what I needed. He pulled his finger out, then slowly pressed back into me with two. My body started to spiral out of control, my mouth letting out every sound of pleasure, it felt so dam good. Tenderly he worked those fingers until he was pumping them into me again, the pleasure pooling low in my stomach and building quickly.
"Are you going to come for me Bella?" He dropped his shoulder, sinking his fingers deeper inside me and stroking them forward against my inner wall. They curved slightly, finding something that had the pleasure shooting all over my body. I let out a strangled sound and heard words falling from my own mouth as if in a trance.
"Oh god yes. Edward." I erupted with his name on my lips, my body exploding into an all consuming pleasure, bowing against his body and I cried out. His hand slowed but didn't stop, stroking me through the pleasure until I sagged against him, panting and boneless. His fingers eased out of me but his hand stayed, cupping me in one of those sweet intimate moments. His face shifted and he pressed soft kisses to my cheek and jaw.
"Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of being able to do that for you." He murmured, moving his kisses down to my shoulder. I laughed, still trying to catch my breath and stay standing with my wobbly legs.
"The pleasure was mine, literally. What the hell was that?" If his fingers alone felt that dam amazing I couldn't even imagine what full on sex would feel like. It had been so much more intense then the last time, the pleasure coming from deeper inside me. He smirked against my skin, his hand moving from my sex, his middle finger dragging along my body on the way up.
"That, was your g-spot. It is an erogenous zone within the vaginal walls. If stimulated properly it can lead to strong internal orgasms." The fact that he knew more about my own body then I did was somehow even more of a turn on.
"There's more than one kind of orgasm?" I asked, half smiling, still drunk on the pleasure.
"For woman yes. There are different sets of nerve clusters that can cause different types of orgasms. Did it feel different then last time?"
"Yes. If felt…deeper and more intense." I confirmed, though I was sure he already knew.
"Last time you were only able to have stimulation on your clitoris, which is a different erogenous zone. Most woman need consistent touch to multiple nerve clusters to reach climax, but the length and intensity differs." I was supremely thankful in that moment that he knew so much, whether from his medical studies or from hearing so many thoughts I honestly couldn't care, as long as I was reaping the benefits of his knowledge.
His finger left my stomach and he brough his hand up in front of us. I blushed deeply as I noticed that he was literally covered in my wetness, his thumb and first two fingers soaked along with his palm. I was about to apologize when he brought his hand closer and I watched, shocked as he sucked those two fingers into his own mouth, his eyes closing and a deep groan came from his throat. My breath caught and his eyes opened, finding mine with a burning gaze. His eyes didn't leave mine once as he moved to his thumb and then his tongue came out, licking his own palm. Pleasure hummed along my body as I watched him clean every last drop from his hand.
"Why is that so dam hot." I said before I could stop myself. In a flash he was in front of me, his hands cupping my face, lips hovering above mine.
"You are so dam hot." He whispered. I let out a small giggle, never could I have pictured my Edward - the 100 year old Victorian - wait till marriage- Edward, calling me hot.
"Bella you taste incredible. Better than incredible, you taste like fucking heaven." My eyes widened at his swear, never, not once have I ever heard him swear in my presence.
"Tell me right now if you do not want to kiss me." He said quickly, his tone demanding. Maybe I should care that he probably tasted like me, but I didn't. I twisted my hands into his hair and pulled my mouth to his, kissing him with everything I had. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me into his body as his tongue slid into my mouth, stroking mine into submission. I allowed his total domination of my senses for only a couple moments before I pulled away, putting my hands on his chest and pushing him back.
"You said I could wash you next." I reminded him, my breath still short. His eyes closed as if he was trying to find the patience to release me. He groaned and then opened his eyes, stepping back.
"I suppose I did say that." I could see him building up his confidence as he stepped back and stood before me, his body relaxed but I could see it, the hesitation in his eyes. The worry.
I turned and looked through the bottles, finding a more manly-looking body wash and turned back around. His eyes flew up to mine and I grinned at having caught him checking out my ass. I poured some of the contents in my palm, smelling sandalwood and something else I couldn't identify. I blindly put the bottle back without looking and rubbed it into my palms, stepping forward. I glanced down at that still ready length before running my hands over his chest. I bit my lip, trying to hold in the questions but I heard his chuckle and looked up. He was smirking at me, his hands moving to my hips.
"Ask me Bella." My mouth opened in astonishment. How did he always know! Sometimes I swear he was lying about not being able to read my mind. But my curiosity was impossible to ignore, and he was my husband now…
"How…does that, you know, work." His head tilted back, and he laughed. I flushed and moved my hands to his biceps, stepping out of his arms again. When he looked at me again his eyes were bright with amusement.
"I honestly do not know what you could possible mean." I sighed and tried again.
"Well. For human men it's blood that causes an erection isn't it?" I asked, not meeting his eyes.
"I suppose, it is not quite as simple as that but for this conversation that is close enough."
"Well you're not human, so what causes it?"
"You are the cause of it Bella, but I understand your question. Im not honestly sure, it is not as simple to study the vampire bodily response as it is the human ones. It could be from the blood we consume that resides in our bodies, or it could be just muscle. Much of it is the same, we get the same pleasure as human males, although a vampire's body is much more…durable." His tone had me wondering what he meant. Yes they were unbreakable in many ways, but his words seemed more pointed.
"How so?" I asked. Having already washed his chest, arms and shoulders, I walked around him to his back, my hands spreading wide on his muscled skin, down his narrow waist and over his hips. I grinned like a fool as my hands slid down over his perfect, sculpted butt.
"Most human men can ejaculate only once in any given hour, at most a couple times a day. For a vampire male we do not have that kind of limitation." That genuinely piqued my interest.
"Really?" I asked, coming back around to his front.
"Yes really. I also have far superior stamina, since I do not need to stop to catch my breath and I do not get tired." I gave him a cheeky smile, my hands resting on his stomach.
"So what your saying is that you could basically go all night?" He grinned back, his eyes sweeping down my body briefly then back up.
"With you? I could go on forever my love, but your human body has limitations on what it can handle. You would get overstimulated and sore if I attempted that." I felt the pout on my face, and he grinned again, ducking forward to kiss me quickly. I took half a step back, intending to kneel but he grabbed my arms, restraining me.
"What-" He cut me off before I could finish, his face serious.
"I can not handle you kneeling in front of me like that." His tone was desperate in that way that told me not to push him on this. I nodded, making my voice gentle and soft before speaking.
"Okay, that's fine Edward." I stepped closer, my hands on his chest again and rubbed my thumb over his still heart.
"Im sorry." He sounded it to, the pain bleeding into his voice.
"It's okay, this was the whole point wasn't it? you communicated what you couldn't handle and ill respect that. Its okay."
He leaned down and kissed me, a slow, deep, loving kind of kiss. My hands drifted lower, resting above his belly button. He slowly pulled back, taking a deep breath and moving his left hand over my right one. With his eyes locked on mine he guided my hand lower, placing it over his erection. His thumb pressed my fingers until they curled around him. He didn't breath, his eyes closed and a soft groan sounded from his closed lips. My eyes moved down to my own hand, seeing my fingers wrapped around his hard length had another pulse of desire starting between my legs. I licked my suddenly dry lips and waited for him to move his hand, wanting to explore him. I heard him inhale, but my attention was still on his magnificent erection. Finally his hand lifted, moving to rest on my hip, his other one balled at his side. I slowly and softly ran my hand up his length and then down, watching the suds along his skin. I wish I could keep going, I desperately wanted to, but I was supposed to be washing him. My hand slid up again, my thumb rubbing up the underside of his head. He let out a hiss and my head snapped up, seeing his beautiful face. His head was tilted back slightly, eyes closed in pleasure. I wanted to see more of that face, I needed to make him feel as good as he did me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, wanting to check in and make sure he was handling this. His eyes opened, head tilting forward and catching my eyes. His golden eyes were dark, the pupils wider then normal and bright under the bathroom lights.
"Im okay." He confirmed.
"Do you need me to stop?" I asked, desperately hoping he would tell me no. I saw the contemplation in his eyes, he was checking in on himself, testing his control and whatever else had him worried about being intimate. His lips pursed, his eyes flitting around my face.
"No, I am alright but remember Bella, do not do anything you do not want to." I dismissed his worry in a second and smiled.
"I want to do this." I reassured him. He nodded once but grabbed my wrist gently, removing my hand. I frowned but he stepped back into the water, his own hands quickly running along his body to wash the soap off. I stuck my hands under the stream as I watched him, fascinated when his hand drifted down to his erection, pumping himself once to remove the suds, then moving to his balls. My heart sped up at the dirty show I was getting, loving every single second of it. He stepped forward again, soap free and cupped my face.
"Let us get out of the shower, then you can touch me anyway you want." The invitation had my nipples tightening in response, thinking of getting to touch him and see his face. I nodded and he shut off the taps, then pulled the door open. He was gone and back in a second, wrapping a soft white towel around me and pulling me from the shower. He took his time, drying my body one section at a time with the towel. I almost hyperventilated when he knelt in front me, thinking I suddenly understood why he had not allowed me to do that. His hands rubbed the towel down each leg, picking my foot up gently and drying it. My hands braced on his shoulders so I didn't fall. He leaned forward, grazing his nose up the inside of my thigh and leaving a kiss on my pubic bone. I was going to faint. I sucked in air quickly, only then realizing I had stopped breathing when he got so close with his mouth. His eyes darted up at me and he smirked before kissing me again.
"I though you couldn't do that?" I asked, my voice wobbly with need. He sighed and stood, moving the towel to wring out my wet hair. I hadn't really washed it, but that was a problem for tomorrow Bella.
"I cannot, but how badly I want to." He spoke as though it was to himself.
He dried himself quickly with my now damp towel before leaving it on the ground. He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine and led me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I froze when I saw that bed again, it was massive and the netting around it made it look more intimidating. One finger touched my chin, pulling my face up to his.
"Having second thoughts?" He asked gently. I could see the concern written there, and the softness. If I was, he would not question it even a little. I gave him a tight smile but was honest.
"No. The bed intimidates me." He looked back at the bed, then back at me.
"You have nothing to worry about."
He smoothed his hand down my neck, collarbone and breast. Circling his pointer finger around my nipple, my eyes slid shut at the sensation. His free hand came to rest on my hip, guiding me backward as he teased my nipple. I knew what he was doing, he was distracting me so I didn't think about the massive bed, but it was working. The back of my thighs hit the soft duvet in the same moment his lips met mine. I moaned into his mouth as his hands moved to my thighs, lifting me up and onto the plush bed.
"Move up Bella." He pulled back, whispering the words against my lips. I nodded vaguely and pulled myself higher up into bed so my head was on a pillow. I watched as Edward lifted one knee onto the bed and then another, my eyes moving down that proud length again. My tongue darting out to wet my lip, idly wondering what he would taste like.
"Bella." It was growled in a warning, and I flushed as though he had seen the thoughts stamped on my forehead.
"I know, I wont." I reassured him. He moved closer, crawling up the bed toward me and lay along my left, his body turned slightly towards me. He leaned in and kissed me, his hand cupping my face. I kissed him back, I could never get enough of this feeling, and turned my body to face him also. After a couple minutes I pulled away, eager for more and looked into his perfect, unhuman face.
"Will you show me how?" I asked, hoping that I was still allowed to touch him the way I wanted. His eyes shut for a moment before taking my right hand and he smiled.
"Any touch from you would please me, but yes, I will show you." He guided my hand once again to his erection, wrapping my fingers gently around him. On instinct I gently squeezed him and heard a soft groan pull from his chest. I peeked at his face, his eyes were open, fixed on our hands around him but his lids were heavy with lust, his mouth parted slightly. His hand left mine, moving to flatten his palm on the bed. His right hand slid onto my left thigh, resting on the sensitive skin on the inside. I didn't move at first, waiting for his okay that he was in control.
"Okay, move your hand up and then back down." I did as he told me to, sliding my hand up and down slowly. He let out a little grunt, the sound rougher than his usual smooth voice.
"Twist your wrist just a little when you get towards the top." He murmured, gaze intense on my hand. I did as he said, turning my wrist as I stroked up. It took a couple of moments before I felt less awkward, letting my instincts take over until I was pumping him in a more natural way, my wrist twisting with each stroke down and up.
"That's it Bella." He groaned, his head tilting back now. His hand on my thigh tightened, digging into my skin with delicious pressure.
"Squeeze me harder angel." He demanded. I obeyed, ignoring the hot flash over my skin at his command. My body felt electric, desire pooling low in my stomach and making my core clench.
"God you smell incredible. Does this turn you on Bella?" My eyes moved to his, catching him staring at my face in awe.
"Yes." I admitted, the word a whisper in the air between us. He groaned again, a long, deep sound and leaned in, kissing me. His lips were hungry, his tongue stroking into my mouth and seeking out every hidden secret. I twisted my left hand into his hair, holding his face to mine, kissing him back with the same enthusiasm he showed me. Inpatient with his all to great control I moved my hand faster, letting my desire rule my actions and brushing my thumb over his tip. He groaned and took his mouth away from mine, leaning back fully until he was on the pillow. My hand followed, my fingers still wrapped in his hair. I let my eyes trail over his perfect body, taking in every detail of his chiseled, lean form. I was almost shocked at how comfortable I was with him like this, naked and giving him pleasure.
"Oh shit Bella." The words ground out of his mouth as thought he had been holding them in and they broke free. His hips flexed the tiniest bit into my hand and even though he did not need to breath his breaths came out harsh.
"Don't stop Bella, im close." His encouragement was everything to me. He wasn't merely allowing me to do something I wanted, he was begging me to keep going cause he wanted it to. I was high on those feelings of knowing for once he was taking something from me instead of always giving to me. His eyes caught and held mine, they were so dark now, and the intensity of his gaze was spine tingling. I held that gaze until his eyes shut, and he let out a strangled groan of pleasure. His hips lifted into my hand before he climaxed, thick spurts of his come spilling from the tip and covering both him and my hand. I stilled my hand and watched, fascinated with every aspect of my new husband, until I felt his hand pull my face to him and his fierce kiss. I kissed him harder, needing him to feel the emotions that were in me. When he pulled back he rested his forehead against mine, his cool breath invading my lungs.
"That was amazing my love." He murmured, pressing short quick kisses to my mouth. I grinned and pulled away to truly see his face. He was smiling, looking genuinely happy. I carefully released him, glancing down quickly to see the mess that was my hand and his abdomen.
"Stay there." He said and then was gone. I observed the substance on my hand, oddly curious about him. I had the brief thought again of what he would taste like, but before I actually considered that he was back, damp towel in hand and wiping my hand clean. He dropped the towel onto the floor and climbed back into bed, wrapping me in his arms.
"Just let me hold you for a bit Bella." He said softly, laying on his back and pulling me close.
I closed my eyes and let him, wrapping myself up tightly against his body so my thigh was over his and my arm around his waist. His hand rubbed a soothing path down my back, his other resting on my forearm across his stomach, thumb brushing my skin. There were no words needed between us, none that we did not already know, and I found myself basking in the comfortable silence between us. I was content, though I knew we were far from done, I also somehow knew that he would not try to get out of it, he truly just wanted time to process and enjoy what tonight has already brought us. My hand slid up his chest, resting over his still heart. Beating or not, it was mine.
"Im happy that were married." I said quietly, the easy words a surprise to even me. They were true, despite my reluctance to the idea in the beginning this felt so right. My eyes opened and I tilted my face up so I could see his. His head was relaxed on the pillow, eyes closed and a small soft smile on his lips. His eyes opened briefly to find mine, his hand moving to stroke my cheek.
"Me to angel." His voice was just as soft, just as satisfied as mine was.
Then his lids closed shut again and I returned to my position. We lay for an immeasurable amount of time, my heart and mind calm in the night. The sound of the waves softly crashing on the beach was so peaceful, our own little slice of heaven. Despite how content I was I wasn't tired, I was just bone deep happy. His hand slid up my back, brushing a lock of hair off my cheek.
"Are you sleeping?" He whispered. I smiled and tilted my head inward to kiss his chest.
"No." I whispered back.
He chuckled softly and then eased out of my arms, sliding down so he was in front of me. He wrapped his arms back around me, pulling me into his chest. He kissed me softly, his mouth tender and loving on mine, making my heart throb in my chest. His mouth parted, his tongue running along the seam of my lips and asking for entrance. I obeyed immediately, parting my lips and stroking his tongue, the action unhurried and seducing. I thread my fingers in his hair and pull myself closer, pressing into his cool, hard body. He's still hard, his erection resting along my thigh. His mouth leaves mine, moving to press kiss after kiss to my throat. I ran my hand down his chest and to his back, just feeling his skin under my hands.
"You are so beautiful Bella." He hums the words against my skin, trailing down my throat. His hand comes up to gently press my shoulder back, I follow his guide till im on my back and he maneuvers to hover over me, knees in between my own. His left hand rests near my head, propping his body up and his right hand slides down my chest, cupping my breast in his palm.
"So breathtaking." He brushes his thumb over my nipple, the bud tightening under his touch, and I feel my pulse start to hike. He continues his trail down my neck and follows my collarbone, his tongue darting out to taste my skin.
"So tempting." He whispers the word in the hollow at the base of my neck. "I want you so badly, sometimes it feels like pure torture to deny us both." Lips trailing over, I prepare myself for the sigh as he moves down my chest, his lips pressing into the gentle swell of my breast still cupped in his hand.
"The feeling is mutual." I manage to get out.
My hands twisting into the sheets as his lips kiss all around my breast before finally planting a soft kiss over my nipple. A sigh escapes me, his eyes darting to mine. Holding that gaze his tongue comes out, licking me slowly. My eyes flutter shut, my docile sigh turning into a full on, mouth open moan. Eyes opening again I find my hands in his hair, trying to keep him from moving away. His hand shifts, rather then cupping me his hand moves down, his fingers wrapping around the underside and holding it up, as though he was presenting it for his mouth. He circled my hard nipple with his cool tongue before sucking it into his mouth, lips wrapped around his dangerous teeth. A cry ripped from my mouth at the sucking motion, my hips shifting and looking for something to rub on. He slid his body closer, settling in between my thighs so his erection now rested against my core, and continued to devour my breasts. He so thoroughly tasted every inch of my chest, his mouth alternating sucking on my nipples and leaving long, languid licks on my skin. At some point I had started grinding my hips againt his, his hard length sliding between my lower lips till he was so close, one tilt of his pelvis was all it would take. My feet came up beside him, my knees bending and opening my thighs further in an attempt for more. I was loosing my control, my breath harsh and fast with my heaving chest, the desire in my stomach present but not enough. I tugged on his hair, both wanting this to continue and wanting more.
"More Edward. Please." It came out as a whimper, but I didn't care, not about anything but him at this moment. He released my breast, his mouth hovering back up and to my face.
"Tell me angel, what do you want?" Want wasn't the right word for the feelings in me right now. I stared into those eyes, full of love and lust. He desired me, worshipped me in every way he could. It was need that filled me, a need to be consumed by his body, a need to share everything I was with him, a need to have that last lingering barrier between his soul and mine gone forever. I shook my head, hands moving to his face.
"Not want, Edward. Need. I need you, now. I need you to make love to me." I felt pressure behind my eyes, but I would not cry, that would only worry him. His eyes burned into mine, seeing everything I didn't know how to say. His head dipped into a slight nod before kissing me gently once.
"Okay love, im here." His hand trailed down my body, his hips pulling away from mine. I could imagine how he would take himself in his hand, positioning his erection to enter me. I knew I was right a moment later when his head rubbed gently through my slit, and he kissed me again, that soft -heart wrenching- tender kiss.
"I love you. Tell me to stop if you need to." I nodded but couldn't do much else. To worked up and eager and so many other things. His eyes watched me carefully as he agonizingly slowly pushed in an inch and then gently out, repeating the motion and gradually rocking in further. His eyes stayed calm, but his jaw clenched, his breath stopping altogether.
"Try to relax Bella, you're to tense." His hand raised to my face, stroking his thumb along my cheek. I hadn't realized my body had tensed, whether in preparation for pain or anticipation I wasn't sure, but I worked on staying relaxed as he moved. The sensation was odd at first, the stretching foreign to my body, then there was a slight pinching sensation and I flinched, causing him to freeze. He leaned down, giving me sweet kisses and held himself stiff above me.
"It will pass, just stay relaxed. Focus on my lips." He murmured and kissed me again. He did it so thoroughly that my attention was on his mouth, enjoying the heady sensation of his tongue and undivided attention. His hand moved to stroke my breast again, his fingers steady, drawing more desire from my body. When the slight pain faded I moved my hands to his chest, running them down and onto his waist. He pulled his mouth away from mine, gazing down at me with so much emotion, all I could truly do was smile.
"Are you alright?" He asked, voice hushed as though he would disturb the peace that surrounded us.
"Im okay. You can keep going." My hands slid to his back, reassuring him that I was fine. He kissed me again, before leaving kisses around my face. His lips touched my cheeks, forehead, eye lids and chin. As he peppered me with his affection he smoothly pulled back until he was almost all the way out and then eased back in. I felt his body shifting above mine, his hips moving until I felt like he couldn't go any further and he lifted his head to look down at me.
"Still okay?"
"Im fine Edward, really." I didn't want him worrying, I was till getting used to the feeling of him inside of me, but I wasn't in pain at all.
"Tell me what you feel. I need to make sure I am not hurting you." I let out a small laugh, feeling slightly awkward at his request.
"I don't know how to answer that. All I feel is you." He ducked his head and kissed the spot behind my ear, freeing me from his gaze.
"I know it is hard to understand but trust me, tell me what you feel." I closed my eyes, focusing on his request.
"I feel…full. Stretched, but in a good way. Its not painful, just…intense." He nuzzled his face in the space between my shoulder and neck, moving to rest on his forearm so his chest and body was closer to mine.
"You are really tight Bella and I am not all the way in." His words had me instantly worried, I had been afraid of this since id seen the outline of him in those wet boxers.
"Is there something wrong with-"
"There is nothing wrong with your body angel. I know what to do, please do not worry." His face moved to my view as he spoke so that his eyes were on mine, determination and desire shining there.
He eased his body from mine, putting more space between us and sliding his free hand down my stomach, his fingers trailing over my pubic bone. His hips pulled back, his erection leaving me altogether and his fingers slide in, pumping into me twice before moving up to my clit. He rubbed slow circles and then pushed back into me. My eyes fluttered at the sensation, my hands tightening on him.
"Open your eyes love, I want your beautiful eyes on me." He whispered.
I obeyed, unable to deny him anything. He stayed propped above me, his perfect face watching me as slowly pumped into me, his finger constantly circling me. He didn't put direct pressure on my clit, as though he wasn't ready for me to come, just wanted to bring me pleasure as he worked my body, and work he did, with slow, deep strokes, I felt myself humming with pleasure, my body sparking with every stroke until I needed more. I grinned when I could feel his hips meeting mine, and he smiled back, leaning down to kiss me once before speaking, his lips still brushing mine.
"I told you." I rolled my eyes but realized then he couldn't see.
"Shut up and kiss me." I said instead, moving my arms up to his neck and tugging. He followed, kissing me sweetly for a minute until it turned into more, his lips demanding. His hand moved from my body to rest beside my head, both of them now on either side of me. His body rested against my own, his focus now moving to his hips, gently increasing his speed by small increments. I moaned, my legs moving to wrap around him, one on his hip, the other on his thigh. I threaded my hands into his hair, tugging gently as the pleasure in my body increased and my hips shifted up to meet his.
"Bella." He groaned my name like it was a prayer, moving his hand down to my thigh on his and hiking it up further onto his hip. I locked my ankles together behind him, unwilling to lose any part of him. He buried his head against my neck, letting out soft grunts and low moans as he found his rhythm. I clutched him tightly, my hands twisted into his hair, my breaths coming out in little pants every time he moved. The pleasure that was taking over my body was indescribable, shooting all over my body and wiping all thoughts from my mind.
"Edward." His name tumbled from my mouth, followed by a low moan. I heard the growl vibrate against my neck and he pulled back, his upper body raising from mine so he could look down at me. His eyes were almost black, his gaze unfocused as it swept my body. His jaw clenched tightly, his hand coming up to pry my hand from his hair and move it to the pillow by my head.
"Bella. I…" His jaw flexed and his eyes closed tightly, his hips slowing.
"I need a moment." He gritted out, eyes still closed and he swallowed hard. He still held on to my arm but I used my other hand to cup his cheek, brushing my thumb soothingly along his skin.
"Okay. Take whatever you need." The words were still breathless, but I gave them willingly. His eyes opened and he slowed further, his hips moving in slow strokes now.
"Not stopping." He whispered, his tone full of pleasure and torture.
"Just…slowing." He continued, pulling back in a languid stroke, then just as slowly pushing back inside. I moaned, my eyes falling shut as his hips met mine and ground into me.
"Take…" I tried to speak and failed. Instead of continuing his slow thrusts, he stayed buried deep in me and rocked his pelvis against mine, pushing into my sensitive clit and causing pleasure to burst inside my body.
"Take…whatever you need." I finally got the words out, forcing my eyes open again. He watched me, so much love and desire and passion etched into his face. His hand released me and skimmed along my body, feeling anything he could.
"You are so beautiful." He leaned in and kissed me hard, his hand momentarily cupping my cheek before moving to my breast as he pulled back. My back bowed at his grinding, pushing my breast further into his hand.
"I will never get tired of this Bella, not in a million years. I could watch your face as I bring you pleasure for the rest of our lives." I managed a breathless chuckle at his words.
"I don't think I could last that long." I wasn't sure if I would last another minute, my body was taut with my pleasure, electricity humming through me, the desperate need for more on the tip of my tongue, but I was trying so hard to give him what he requested.
"Edward." Despite my efforts his name slipped out, the need so evident that he didn't need to ask me what I wanted. He knew, and with one deep groan in his chest, he pulled his hands back and then pushed forward, gaining more momentum till he was back to his old pace, quick but steady and gentle. I clutched him to me again, needing him closer.
"Hold me." I begged into his chest, needing to feel him closer. I needed to have him as close as was humanly possible, I needed to feel him surround me with his love and need. I needed that love and need to match the desperation that was filling me for my release. His hands were everywhere, his hips never failing. I was so close, my body teetering on the edge, but something was missing, I still needed more, which caused that old fear to resurface again.
"Stop thinking Bella." He groaned, dropping his forehead to my own sticky, sweaty one.
He slid his hand down my body and rubbed quick little circles against my clit, angling his hips so he rubbed against that spot inside me with every thrust. There was no warning, the pleasure swelled in me so fast, consuming everything as I shattered, my orgasm erupting through my body. Everything clenched, my arms around his shoulders, my walls around the steel length of him. I had just enough sense to feel his arms come around me and faintly heard a half groan/half growl tear from his mouth, his hips thrusting in two shallow thrusts and then stilling. It could have been hours or minutes of us both laying there, my breath still labored slightly but calming, arms still wrapped around each other. His face rested on my neck again, breathing in deeply and he pressed a gentle kiss to my neck before moving, lifting his torso up and looking down at me. His body shifting had my walls fluttering around him at the move, and he groaned. He leaned down and kissed me. Slow and sweet, his love pouring out of him. I returned his kiss, only moaning softly as he gently eased from my body, his erection slipping free. My legs were still clamped around him, I didn't have it in me to move. He pulled away slightly, his lips an inch away from mine.
"Are you okay?" He whispered. I cupped his face, knowing that he needed the reassurance and not at all upset about it.
"I am one hundred percent okay right now. No, im better then okay." I pushed his face back so I could see it, needing to see his eyes.
"That was…" I struggled for the words, but nothing came out. They were all inadequate.
"I know angel." He said softly, and he did. He truly did, and in this moment, we were completely and utterly in sync with each other. Slowly my body began to relax into the mattress, and I let my legs slide down his to rest beside him. He kissed me again before pulling away, moving backward to sit on his heels. His gaze roamed down my body, eyes lingering on my sex, legs still spread around him. He had a new expression iv never seen on his perfect, inhuman face. I could only describe it as pure male pride as he looked at me. His right hand slid up my thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against my inner thigh.
"What are you thinking?" I had to know what that expression meant. He shook his head but smiled as his eyes met mine.
"Im thinking I should get you cleaned up, you look like you are about to pass out." I had a feeling he had edited his thoughts, but he wasn't wrong. Sleep was indeed sinking her claws deep into my body.
"You tired me out." I said and shrugged one shoulder. His eyes returned to my body again, intent on my sex. I couldn't quite bring myself to be self conscious about it. He hummed softly and then slid from bed.
"I will be right back." My eyes slid closed as I waited, hearing a cupboard open and close, then water running. A second later his hand touched my leg, announcing his presence. I opened my eyes lazily as he got back into bed, kneeling once again between my legs with a damp washcloth. His hand slid under my knee, pulling it up and out, then doing the same thing with the other so I was spread wider. I felt the blush on my cheeks then, but still to tired to truly care. I let him take care of me, gently running the warm washcloth up my sex and cleaning the combination of our orgasms from my skin. When he was satisfied he disappeared again, then a moment later was back in bed, pulling me close to him, my body nearly on top of his. I snuggled as close as I could, already fighting the heavy sleep that was coming for me.
"I love you." I managed to mumble the words against his neck. His arms tightened around me, his lips pressing to the side of my head.
"There are not words for what I feel for you my wife, but love will have to suffice. I love you, Isabella Cullen." I felt one side of my lips pull up at my new name, but was quickly pulled under after, sleep claiming me.