Okay, this is an Outtake from my story Blood Berries, but you don't have to have read that to read this.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
"We're alone," Bella whispered. She hooked her fingers through the waistband of my jeans.
"Not here," I whispered. "Upstairs."
Bella nodded, and began to walk towards the stairs. I caught her up in my arms, sweeping her off her feet, and ran up the stairs.
I pulled open my bedroom door with a foot, and kicked it shut behind me as I set Bella down.
As soon as I let her down, she jumped at me. She wound her hands into my hair and kissed me deeply, deeper than ever before. I started to walk her backwards towards the bed, and she obliged.
When she had her back pressed up against the bedpost, breathing heavily, she began to undo the buttons of my shirt. Her fingers were shaking, so it took a while, and the whole of my body was burning while she slowly took off my shirt. It was infuriating, but somehow added to the pleasure. I could feel her warm fingers brushing against my skin and longed to feel them all over my body.
Once she had my shirt off, it took me under a second to remove her blouse. I hesitated at her bra, but she firmly took my hands and placed them on her breasts. Her palms leaded my hands around to her back, brushing over her skin, and we undid the clasp together. The material dropped to the floor.
"God Bella," I breathed. I don't think she heard me. I leant forward and nuzzled her neck, sucking lightly. "You're so beautiful."
I placed trail of kisses down her neck and cupped her breasts in my hands. They were so warm.
I cold?" I whispered sadly.
"Yes," Bella muttered, "But in a nice way. Don't stop."
Her hands travelled from the back of my neck to my chest, and down my stomach. I could feel my muscles tensing under her fingers, her touch was so unexpected. No one had ever felt me or wanted me this way before. Well, plenty had wanted me. But I had never wanted them back. Until Bella.
Her hands stopped at my waistline and she undid the flyer of my jeans. Her warm hands made me tingle with longing. I pressed myself closer to her, a moan escaping my lips. When the jeans were down to my knees, I kicked them off. By this time, I had taken her jeans off too, and we were standing there only in our underwear.
"I love those boxers," Bella whispered against my chest. I smiled, never having seen her this way before. The way I turned her on pleased me no end. "Black is definitely your colour," she whispered.
"Brings out the white of my skin?" I mocked, but she nodded.
Her being this close to me was sending my body into madness. I could feel myself becoming aroused, and hoped I wasn't scaring her.
She didn't look scared. She fell back onto the bed, her arms above her head. I inched forward, my arms holding myself up, and straddled her. I was going to ease my weight onto her slowly, but she pulled me down, and I fell onto her.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I whispered.
"I'm sure," Bella moaned, "Why?"
"I've heard it hurts," I whispered, "For a woman, the first time."
"You'll be with me," Bella said, "The pain will be worth it."
"I love you," I whispered. "I'll take it slow."
"Slow?" she whispered.
"At first," I answered.
Bella nodded, and tangled her hands in my hair again. She breathed out deeply, and brought her lips to mine again.
I could feel the fire between my legs, in my lower stomach. My whole body was yearning for him. It felt like fireworks were burning through my body, slow at first, but sparking faster and faster in showers of colour.
Edward's leg slipped between my thighs, and I could feel the hard bulge of him against my thigh. I held his back and spun out from under him, so I was straddling him.
I couldn't believe I was alone with such a god, for the first time, naked apart from my underwear. And I couldn't believe he was touching me like this.
I grinded myself against him, and he closed his eyes, a moan slipping from between his lips. I took the elastic of his boxers in my teeth and pulled them off.
"Bella," he whispered. "I never imagined it could be like this."
"I want to feel you all over me," he whispered.
"And I want you inside me," I breathed against his skin.
He looked down at me, and his eyes were burning like I'd never seen them burn before. The gold was on fire.
Edward took me by the shoulders and spun us so he was on top of me again. He took my underwear off in his white hands, brushing over my thighs as they went. My back arched, wanting to feel his body against mine. Then he turned back to me. He took my hand and laid it against the bed, wrapped in his.
"It might hurt," he whispered.
"I'm ready," I breathed back.
He eased himself down onto me slowly, slipping inside me. He kissed me while he did it, short, sweet, distracting kisses. The pain burned through me like fire, and I winced, but within a few seconds, it was over, and I only felt pleasure.
He stayed there for a few seconds, revelling in the pleasure he got from being inside me.
"I'll be gentle," he promised, and then drew himself back slowly. He slipped forward again, and I moaned in ecstasy.
"Don't be gentle," I pleaded. "It doesn't hurt any more."
"Are you sure?" he whispered.
"You can't imagine how this feels," he whispered.
"How does it feel?"
"I want you so much," he whispered, "But I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to break you."
"I sound like a china doll," I whispered.
That made him frown. He stopped moving inside me. I could feel his muscles pressing against my breasts, the pressure heaven.
"I'll tell you if it hurts," I promised.
He nodded, his face a picture of pleasure and joy. Then he began to move again, slowly at first, hesitant. But he began to quicken, moving faster, pressing harder.
And his weight only added to the feeling that I was flying.
"Come on, Edward," I groaned. "I'm not some glass figure."
He smiled at me, hands massaging my shoulders and running down onto my chest. He rubbed my breasts gently, muttering 'so soft', and ran his tongue up my neck to my hairline.
He lifted my arms above my head, using his weight to press me against the bed.
"I'll give you what you want," he whispered. He drew back again, and with a hard thrust, pushed himself farther into me.
"Harder," I whispered.
I pushed his hips so he had no choice but to ram himself still harder and further into me.
screamed out in pleasure his name. I could feel the heat radiating
from me and the thin sheen of sweat that was covering my body.
"You're glowing," he whispered as he pushed into me yet again.
He groaned loudly, a sound like none I had ever heard from his lips before. The closest thing I had heard him do was growl.
"Oh, Bella," he moaned. He started to move faster, his body shaking with joy. I could feel myself climaxing, and growing tighter.
"Use…" I panted, "Your… vampire… speed."
I was hyperaware of his beautiful body against mine. He grinded himself yet again into me, and another wave of pleasure washed over me.
Our hips were rubbing against each other, hard, with each thrust.
I felt like I was in space, feeling a firework display, stars exploding around me.
And then, with a rush, he came, and I climaxed.
He fell down on top of me, crushing the breath out of me. I was panting hard, and I could feel the blood coursing through me. My lower stomach region was amazingly sensitive… and I could feel the hardness of him against my skin. I was unbearably hot, my body burning, and the only thing that seemed to quench my thirst and cool me down was him.
"Touch me," I whispered.
He ran his hands up my legs, brushing feather-light over the insides of my thighs. His hands travelled over the expanse of my flat stomach, up my arms and across my throat. He ran his tongue along the outline of my lips, then kissed me again, passionately.
"I love you Bella," he whispered.
"Love… you… Edward," I panted.
Then he laced his fingers in mine and kissed our knuckles.
Hope you thought it was okay! I was scared of writing this… I didn't know if I'd get it right. Tell me if it was excellent, good, bad, medium or a pile of cp!