This is my first Fanfic and I'm very nervous to be posting anything on the internet, due to the fact that my first fanfic is rated M. But hey, if you're gonna do it, you may as well do it all the way, right? :D I think so! But as most fans, I was disappointed when we didn't get more love scenes in Breaking Dawn, or at least ONE love scene, should I say. So I decided to take my imagination there and figure out what I would want to read if it had been written by someone else. I hope that it doesn't suck. :D
So yes, I am starting with their first night as a married couple. He is a vampire, she is human.
& I know it appears to be long, but trust me, it's worth the read. ;)
This is a smut, juicy lemon, I suppose. I will try to keep it romantic though, for the most part. But it does include graphic nature.
Note - I'm going to go one chapter at a time, that way I can map out their vacation nights how I see it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that is Twilight or Stephenie Meyer related. Though I wish I owned RPattz. I'll have to add him to my christmas list.
Chapter 1. Mesmerized
As he slowly pulled me into deeper water, my heart began to pick up it's pace. Thud, thud, thud. I knew he must have heard it. He moved his body in a slow circle to where I was now facing the moon and he was shielding the tide crashes with his body, protecting mine. He sighed and brushed my wet hair out of my face.
"Let me look at you," he said softly, voice like velvet. "Wow."
I blushed. "What?" I asked, suddenly becoming worried. "What are you looking at?"
He tilted his head, giving me my favorite smile. "How did I get so lucky?"
Edward moved my hair off of my shoulders and began to massage the back of my neck. I shivered, the mix between the warm water and his cold touch began to add on to my nervousness. I began to feel flushed, so I leaned in to kiss him in order to distract me. He pulled away, brushing his soft finger across my lips and holding it there.
"Wait, Angel." He smiled once more, rubbing his thumb across my mouth. "I want to just look at your face for a moment longer."
Moments passed and I began to wrap my arms tighter around his waist as the tide poured over his shoulders and onto my chest. I shivered. He stayed still. Our moment couldn't have been more perfect, I swear it. Between the sound of the waves crashing, the glow of the moonlight onto the water and our bodies. The way our skin was touching each others, so openly. It was more than I could possibly have dreamed about. I let him linger a few moments longer, then shivered and slowly buried my face into his neck. His skin smelled amazing and it was damp to the touch, making it kind of warm with my body heat. I closed my eyes, letting the water hit. I never felt more safe in my entire life. Every decision, every choice I made to stand by Edward was worth it. It has taken me to amazing places. But nothing has compared to this night, and it's not even finished yet. I smiled.
"What are you smiling about?" he asked, smitten. I looked up at him.
"How did you know I was smiling?" I asked, kissing his cheek and running my fingers through his soaking wet hair. Another wave crashed. Now it was his turn to shiver.
"I felt your lips move against my collar bone."
"Like this?" I brushed my lips against his neck again. He shivered again.
"Bellaaaa," he whispered, pulling me tighter to him.
"Hmmm?" I didn't stop. I ran my lips along the length of his left side of his neck, stopping at his earlobe. He slowly pulled me back from him, holding my face in his gentle hands. He ran his fingers down my throat slowly, stopping at where my neck met my chest, at my collar bone.
"Lean back," he said. I looked at him confused for a moment. Edward's face softened. "Trust me. I won't let you sink under."
I smiled and then let go of my hold on his body, and leaned back, allowing my head and back to touch the water. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to ignore the fact that we were both naked for the first time. He moved his soft hands underneath me, brushing them up my back and then stopping as they wrapped around my shoulders. He gently tugged me closer to him and my heart stopped. The feeling of our bodies against each other in this position was just about more than I could take. As he slowly leaned down to kiss on my neck, I thought briefly about the odds of drowning in the water from a mixture of hyperventilation and heat stroke. I'm sure I'd be the lucky one to invent that. A gasp exited from my throat and I felt him smile against my chest. The nerves started to kick into high gear. The highest of gears. I think the gears were about to break off.
"Wait." I jolted up, splashing water everywhere. Edward froze like a statue, not even inhaling. I moved my hair off my face and caught my breath. "I'm sorry, Edward." I sighed. "I just got really overwhelmed for a second."
He sighed, looking uncomfortable. "This was up to you, Bella. This is your idea and if you do not wish to continue, I will be okay with that. I just want you--"
"No, no, no!" I cut him off, shaking my head and wrapping my arms around him. "I don't want to stop. I do not wish to stop anything. I just started feeling things, physically, that I am not used to and it overwhelmed me. That's it. Really. I'm okay now. I promise."
He stayed still, my frozen marble statue. I sighed.
"Edward?" I slightly shook him. Another wave crashed over us, a little bit rougher than the waves in the past, and he stumbled forward a bit. He caught the both of us before we went under, and then straightened up and relaxed. The wave woke him up a bit.
"Let's go inside," he said. "Where we can be more comfortable, okay?"
I nodded, reluctantly allowing him to remove his hold on me. "You go first," I called after him, sinking down deeper into the water. "I'll be right behind you."
He nodded with a smile and gracefully walked out of the water and into the shadows. It was amazing to see how he glowed under the moon light, how he shined. I was in awe of him. A sudden rush came over me and I felt an odd aching in my heart. Not like my heart was breaking, but that it was being so filled up that it was about to burst. He is my true love. He is my everything. My every breath, my every reason, my every song. I don't know why God put him in my life. But he was it. My soul mate.
I realized at this very moment that I have just fallen deeper in love with him.
When I saw some lights turn on into the house, I exhaled and slowly exited the water. With each step I took, my heartbeat started to thud again. Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I thought. This is what you've wanted for so long and if you show that you are nervous, he's going to stop it and not allow us to get to that step. And you want to get there, Bella. So just stop.
That mentality worked for about a total of three minutes. Once I entered the house and heard the water in the bathroom running, my heart started pounding again. I ran into the bedroom and ducked down by the bed, making sure the bathroom door was closed. It was. The idea of me being naked suddenly seemed a bit too much, competing with the loud banging in my chest. I looked around quickly for something to put on and as soon as I saw what I was looking for in a pile on the floor by the bed, it was too late. The bathroom door swung open. I clawed at the sheet, yanking it off of the bed and across the front of my body, twirling around like a ballerina on crack. Edward walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but my favorite smile on his face and a low-hung towel, teasing my eyes over whatever was hiding underneath it.
We stood frozen in our place for a second, but he regained consciousness before I could. His face softened and he tilted his head at me. "Why are you covering yourself?"
God he was so gorgeous. My hands gripped tighter onto the sheet that covered me, as my eyes slowly grazed down from his deep, gorgeous eyes, to his soft, desired lips, to his firm, amazing chest to each individual ripple on his stomach. My mouth dropped open and I couldn't help it. He was a God. My own living God.
"Bella?" he asked, slowly stepping closer to me. I snapped back into focus, our eyes meeting each other. He smiled. "There you are, beautiful."
I smiled back. "Hello," I whispered. "I'm fine. Are you okay?" He laughed and nodded.
Quit it, Bella, I thought again. You're ruining it. Stay focused and calm your self down. Edward walked over to me and placed his right hand onto my lower back, pulling me closer to him.
"Are you okay, Angel?" he asked, drowning me with his eyes. I nodded slowly. "Okay then," he continued, "...let it fall."
My heart skidded to another stop. I was sure I was going to have heart failure if I continued to react to him like this. Slowly, I shook my head. I wanted to so bad. To just let go of my worries, my inhibitions, my insecurities. Just let it go and be one with him, my love. But I was so scared. Not scared of the act itself, but just scared of what he was thinking.
He slowly nodded, counteracting my no. A smile escaped me as he brushed his hand down the length of my arm and to my hand. "Do you trust me?" he asked. I nodded. "Okay then, let go. You're okay."
Holy crap. My heart stayed still as I stepped an inch closer to him, closing the gap between us. He once again tried to loosen my grip on the sheet but I couldn't release it quite yet. It was different when we were in the ocean. It was dark there, and we were mostly covered with the water that it didn't bother me. But now, we're standing in an open room with the lights on and the fireplace shining on me.
"I'm scared of what you'll think of me," I admitted finally. He turned his head upright and his eyes widened.
"What do you mean, Bella?"
"I mean, I'm worried I won't add up to your expectations of me, of this. That you'll find me... repulsive, even and regret your decision to have married me."
I expected him to laugh. To just burst out laughing in front of me, as loud as possible. Or shout. Yell at me for being my own personal pity-party. But he didn't. Instead he just slowly shook his head, pulled my face to his, and kissed my forehead and eyelid. "Sweet Bella," he softly replied with a sigh, kissing my other eyelid. "You never fail to amaze me. I could never, ever be disappointed in you. You are my whole heart. You are my Heaven. You will never, ever be anything less than beautiful to me. Can you understand that?"
"Let me see what it is you're so worried about. Okay?"
I nodded again, and as our eyes met, I slowly let go of my death grip on the sheet. As it fell to the floor and over our feet, I continued to lock eyes with him. I was so afraid that if I didn't, I would drop to the ground and cover myself. It's strange to be in this position. All this time in our past, it was me who was always trying to encourage him to get to this place with me, and now it is me who is so nervous and scared. But it started to get easier, I noticed, as a smile crossed his face. Maybe it would be okay, after all.
"Wow," was all he said. He raised my hand up with his, over my head, and spun me around in a small circle. "Wow."
I flushed again and he smiled, brushing my cheek. "You're beautiful." I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved closer to him, my mouth about an inch and a half from his. His hands slowly grazed up and down the length of my back, giving me cold chills, but in all the right places. I smiled and replied, "So are you."
He nodded and as he placed his finger under my chin, he raised me up and pressed his lips to mine. His sweet, sweet lips overtook mine, parting mine with his, inhaling the same air as I was. It was as if this one, final piece of air was passing back and forth between us, between each connection. Back and forth, back and forth. I pressed myself all the way up against him, wanting more of him. I let the feeling take me over and I couldn't stop. I pushed with force against his mouth now, opening our lips up more, wanting his tongue against mine. Once they touched, I started feeling sensations flowing through my body. It was like electricity. The more his tongue brushed around mine, with every circle it took, the more I was jolted with this electric feeling that made me want more and more of it, uncontrollably. I could feel my body start to shake but I didn't care. This felt amazing.
When he slowly pulled back to let me catch my breath, I wanted to cry. I don't need to breathe, I thought. I just needed him. All of him. Now. He walked forward, backing me up until the back of my legs touched the bed, and then he took a step backwards, opening up that dreading gap. I smiled at him, screaming inside. Come back. Come BACK.
He smiled and lowered himself down a few feet, wrapping his arms around my thighs. He pulled me against him and kissed my chest as he picked me up, and as if I were air, floated with me above the bed, laying my head onto the pillows. He held himself above me for a moment, brushing my hair from out of my eyes. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to pull him down to me by his neck. He didn't budge. His hand grazed down my face, closing my eyes, across my nose and slowly down to my lips, lingering there. Then once he reached my chin, he slowly pulled my face up, to where I would be looking at the headboard if my eyes were open. My body heat started to rapidly rise with his cold, gentle touch. His hand continued to slowly lower, down my neck, in the middle of my chest, down toward my belly button, doing slow circles around it. I gripped onto his hair and began to shake, my breathing growing louder. Oh my God. He was killing me. It was as if he was torturing me, but in all the good kind of ways.
"Edward," I moaned under my breath.
"Shhh," he softly spoke, raising his hand back up to touch my lips with his soft finger. "I need you to stay calm, okay? It's easier for both of us if we try to stay calm."
I nodded, licking my lips, trying to take in as much air as I could possibly handle. His hand rested back on my stomach, continuing again with the slow circles. He lowered his fingers about two inches now, then to the right to trace my pelvic bone. Then to the left side. Back and forth, side to side, his hand began to create a rhythm of enjoyable, teasing torture. I have never hated and loved something this much at the same time. My fingers wound in his hair, trying to pull hime down to me.
"Kiss me," I pleaded. He slowly complied, kissing my mouth for just a second before moving to my neck. I felt the heat on his breath as he slowly opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to graze my neck with the same slow circles that his hand was currently making around my stomach.
"Oh my God Bella," he whispered, pausing for a second. "You taste so amazing right here." He slowly licked my neck again, and groaned.
Now, I am assumming that most people who have a vampire husband on top of them would be worried about that last remark. But not me. My ears enjoyed this sound and my body began to react to it. I felt myself becomming more and more turned on by him, every second passing. It was as if a fire was two inches from me, overtaking me. Covering me. Burning me.
I felt myself losing control as I began to grip onto his hair and pull his face back up to mine in one quick, rushed, hard gesture. He smiled as he crushed his lips to mine, obviously enjoying my sudden roughness. As his delicious lips crushed into me harder and harder, opening my lips up, grazing my tongue with his, I felt the fire that was surrounding me head lower and lower. I grabbed tighter into his hair, forcing him down harder on me. He wrapped his arms all the way underneath and around me, pulling me to him. Our bodies gave no breathing room. I slowly wrapped my legs around his waist, glad that the air was hitting in all the right spots down there to give me a second to at least calm myself down.
Of course, that was brief as well, and then he backed away. He sat up on his knees but I didn't unlock my legs from around him. He ran his hands all the way down my body, this time crossing my breasts, gripping my hip bones, traveling down my knees. He reached behind him and unlocked my legs. I sighed. His hands rubbed up and down my calves and up to my inner thigh. I began to feel a tiny bit nervous again, as he grazed his hands up more and more to where I wanted them to be the most. But he didn't go there. He paused, inches away. I couldn't stop shaking. What was he doing to me?
"You're beautiful, Isabella Cullen."
An uncontrollable, huge smile crossed my face. Wow. Those words sunk deep into my soul, filling me with butterflies. I was his and he was mine. Forever.
"Edward?" I asked as I leaned up on my elbows, staring into his eyes. I raised up and brushed his hair back a bit, running my finger down his cheek bone. I smiled. He smiled back.
"Can you come back down here? I just... I want this so bad right now."
He smiled. "So do I. But I just can't get over how gorgeous you are." He moved his hands to my knees and pushed them down towards the bed, opening them up the slightest bit. My heart started to thud as he had my body so open and exposed to him. I watched as his eyes slowly went down the length of my body, stopping in certain places. His lips parted. I smiled, flushed. He smiled more. He tilted his head once again, and he smiled even bigger.
"You know that blush I love about you," he continued, leaning in to rub my cheek.
"Well it's now all over your body."
I smiled again. "That's just what happens when you do what you do to me."
He licked his lips, running his hands back up my legs and across my stomach, resting them on my breasts. I gasped as he began to slowly caress them. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeper. I felt him rise to his knees once more and lean over to me, pressing his lips to mine, continuing to touch me. "Kiss me," he demanded, softly but with force. It didn't take me long to respond to him. I crushed my lips into him once more, inhaling harder with every given second. He forced back harder to me, kissing me with more passion than ever before. He lowered his face down my neck and to my chest, stopping above my right breast and kissing there. More sighs exited out of my mouth as his other hand touched my left breast and his right hand grazed through my hair, lifting up my face. I whimpered, arching my back, wanting more of him. Anything. Everthing.
With every moment that passed as his lips grazed my skin, I felt myself shivering underneath him. The heat in the lower half of my body was undeniable and I was sure he felt it as it reflected off the cold skin of his thigh that was resting against me, the heat and ice mixture bouncing back and forth. I moaned. It was as if this person was coming out of me, this force that wanted him to suddenly just ravish me. I tried to control myself for a moment but as his lips were grazing across my nipples and stomach, I couldn't. I tangled my fingers through his hair again, looking down at him. He paused and caught my eyes with him, smiling.
Edward raised up on his arm again, and smiled. "Can I kiss you?"
I nodded, taking in air. "Yes."
Nerves kicked in but I quickly ignored them. "Anywhere." I licked my lips, wanting whatever I could have of him.
"No Bella," he said, stopping my breath as he caressed my face. He lowered his fingers slowly down my body, and stopping them an inch before where I ached to have them the most. I nodded, licking my lips, my hand touching his. I tried to help him go there but he hesitated long enough to kiss my bottom lip briefly.
"Bella," he exhaled. "Open your eyes."
I did. Our eyes locked.
"Now," he said, brushing his left hand across my mouth, keeping his right hand steady down there. "I want to kiss you..." His right hand lowered down, finally resting directly above my heat. "...Here." My eyes opened wider as he began to part my lips on my mouth at the same time as he parted my lips down there. Simultaneously, he brushed his fingers on his left hand across my mouth as he began to rub up and down against my skin. Slowly and more slowly, back and forth, side to side. My mouth opened and my slowly eyes rolled into the back of my head and I could feel my wetness in both places touching his hands. Covering his fingers. Overtaking them.
He pressed his lips to the side of my neck, slowly down my collar bone, stopping there to press his teeth against me. Not to puncture the skin, obviously, but to just widen my senses. My moans were becoming more and more frequent as I allowed myself to be taken over by the sudden rush of sensation that he was creating against my body. He left his mouth open as he began to lower his face to my belly button, licking up to my breasts and then back down and around my stomach. My legs and stomach started to shake, uncontrollably, as he continued to move his lips across my pelvic bone. I sighed, shaking harder, wanting more.
He gently used his free hand to spread my legs more, moving his mouth to my left leg, kissing on my inner thigh. Nerves and excitement crashed into me at the same time and I closed my eyes. Oh how I wanted this so bad and how I was so scared at the same time. But I wanted it more. Way more.
"Edward-d-d," I moaned, shaking, brushing my fingers through his hair as he teased and licked at my thigh. I felt my body becomming more and more responsive, more wet. He pressed his cold cheek against my hot, burning leg, glancing up and meeting my eyes, but never stopping his other hand from slowly teasing me between my legs. I moaned again, trying to focus on what I was going to say. He brushed his lip down an inch closer to my pelvic area and I gasped What was I going to ask him? God, think Bella. I couldn't though. I could barely remember to breathe through my desire for him.
"Do you want me to continue, love?" he asked, evil smile crossing his face, conquering my soul. I licked my lips, inhaling at a rapid pace, nodding.
"Are you sure?" he asked, teasing me, of course.
I felt his index finger slowly begin to circle around my entrance, teasing again, more soft circles, and then finally, enter inside of me, slowly. This huge rush of heat ran through my body, rising and rising up to my face. I layed back down hard against the pillow, suddenly not caring what the hell he did to me, just as long as he didn't stop.
He gently pulled his finger all the way out and moved it away, as he continued to kiss up my thigh, finally resting his lips onto mine, in the sweetest spot. Another wave crashed over me, stronger than a tsunami, overtaking me. I felt the cold tip of his tongue slide down and into my entrance, then back up to touch my most sensitive area. He flicked his tongue. I growled. He began to kiss and suckle now. I was covering my face, unable to think clearly. He picked up his pace with his tongue, teasing me, torturing me. More and more, minutes passed, and I lost all sense of control. I arched my back, let out a loud moan, closing my eyes tight.
I had never felt anything as amazing as this. What he was doing to me, with his mouth. Such a private thing, I always thought I'd be more scared and nervous. But I wasn't. He continued to open my legs up more with his hands, making me tense and relax at the same time. He then placed my legs over his shoulders, gripping onto my stomach and pulling me closer to him. Then using his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, hitting all the right spots. It was as if he suddenly cracked that long lost barrier that never allowed him to read my thoughts before. Because every single time I thought it felt good, he continued to stay right where that spot was, increasing and decreasing the rhythm, my passion overloading. I never wanted it to stop. And thankfully, he didn't stop for a good while.
I became more and more crazy, arching my back, yanking on his hair, squirming around. The more I tried to move away from him in order to catch my breath, the harder he held onto my legs, pulling me back towards him, going stronger with his mouth. My body was shaking more than ever and I was sure I was going to explode. I didn't know if I was ready for that yet, or if I wanted to explode with him. I couldn't make up my mind, and I couldn't force myself to stop him. I knew he was good at kissing but this was just ridiculously amazing. More shutters escaped around my legs and he tightened his grip on my legs. Seconds before I thought I was going to let the sensation of his tongue completely overtake me, he stopped. Dammit.
"Oh my God," I said, my heart thudding out of my chest, finally allowing myself to inhale and exhale with the same breath.
He kissed up my body, around my neck and collar bone, and finally, resting on my mouth. I tasted myself on his mouth, but it wasn't strong or undesirable. He plunged his tongue deep into my mouth, pressing his body down onto me. I felt the hardness of him pulsing between my legs, and had to squeeze my eyes shut hard to ignore it for a second as our mouths grew more and more harder against each other.
I rolled over onto him, and a smile crossed his face as his eyes widened. His hand collapsed onto my breasts, kneading them again, more powerful now. The fireplace shined right into his eyes, making them even more desirable. His lips glimmered, as they were swollen. Plump. Ready. I ran my hands across his chest, lowering my face into his neck. I began to kiss and lick on the left side of his neck, massaging his shoulders and scalp with my hands. I started to suck on his neck and felt his hands tighten up around my waist, pulling me towards him. I sucked harder onto his neck. The small amount of the sweat of him tasted amazing. He sighed into my ear, wanting more. I knew he didn't have to breathe, but it seemed like every time I'd move my tongue a certain way across his neck, he'd start breathing harder. I enjoyed this.
"Oh God, Bella," he said, raising me up, gripping my arms tight. "I want you so bad."
"I want you too, Edward." Wow. Words were finally coming out that I wanted to say so badly these past few weeks. I knew this was such an amazing night, getting more amazing by the second. I began to kiss down his chest and stomach, pausing to marvel each ripple. He was so sexy. How did I get so lucky?
I lowered my body down his legs for a moment, focusing on the prize. Then I gasped. As much as I wanted to be with him and to be ONE with him, I knew that it was going to hurt, suddenly. I guess I should have expected him to be large, considering his name was Edward Cullen and he was a God. But... wow. Oh WOW.
He sat up, pulling my chest against his, wrapping his arms around me tightly. Our breathing increased as my heart pressed against his chest, my heat rising against his cold body. He lowered himself onto me, placing my head at the foot of the bed and my feet at the headboard. He brushed my face with his hand, kissing me hard. Each time he lifted his face up to give me a breath, I followed him, pressing harder into his mouth. My body began to shake again, and I couldn't tell if he was shaking as well, considering I was shaking so bad.
His open mouth met mine again, but not kissing me, just allowing us to inhale and exhale simultaneously. It was time. We both knew it and we both wanted it more than ever. A mixture of nervousness and desire and overwhelming sensations flew between the both of us, and I began to shake so hard with excitement that I was almost compulsing underneath him. He lowered himself down a bit, pausing for a second to place his ear to my heart. Then he looked up at me, smiling that crooked smile that just about ended my life. I was so happy.
"Ohhh, I'm breathing."
"No you're not."
I opened my eyes and met his. I inhaled and exhaled deeply. He smiled again. Then he sat up on his knees, grabbed my legs, and pulled me down towards him. Edward leaned back over, holding his weight above me with both his arms, his perfect face shining towards me. He leaned down to kiss me, moving my legs apart with his hand. He caressed me for a few moments, preparing his entrance. His tongue plunged deep into my mouth and if I couldn't gain control over myself immediately, it was going to be all over for me. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him down on me. He used his hand to stop himself from crushing me, laughing as I forced my face up to kiss him hard. He allowed me to do it for a moment, then paused, mid-kiss. His hands grabbed my face gently, and our eyes locked once again. He pressed his forehead to mine, keeping our eyes locked.
"Will you continue to look at me, Bella?" he asked softly, situating our bodies, preparing them. "I want you to stay looking at me."
I nodded, locked deep into his gaze, breathing slowly. Our mouths were parted but not touching and our eyes didn't leave each other. I felt him lower inches from me, then all of a sudden my entire body was lit in fire. Rush. Overwhelming. I felt the tip of him slowly begin to enter inside of me, and my mouth and eyes became wider.
I wanted to say ouch, but it wasn't that painful that I couldn't take it, and I didn't want him to panic. I felt more and more of him enter, slow as ever, and I felt myself surrounding him. His mouth opened wider and he smiled. He caressed my leg with his right hand and my face with the other, keeping his eyes locked onto mine. I couldn't even close my eyes.
"Relax, Angel," he said, knowing I was hurting. I nodded, allowing myself to not be numb, to feel more of the pain, of this new feeling.
He slowly pulled back from me, easing the tension. And suddenly, I wanted him right back where he was. I clawed gently at his back, trying to slowly push him back to me. He complied, coming back, overtaking me once again with his body. I felt myself becoming more and more open with him. And with each back and forth moment, slow as ever, he became more and more closer to me. I could hear his excitement rising through his throat, his moans. But he didn't go too fast, making sure not to hurt me. And finally, he was there. All the way.
Our bodies were completely one.
I sighed, lowering his face to kiss his forehead as he paused for a second. I could tell it felt as good to him as it did to me, even though it was new. He slowly kissed the tip of my nose, rising above me once again. He thrusted a few more times, then pushed all the way back against me. Our eyes never left each others.
"God Bella," my angel said. "You're mesmerizing."
I smiled, grabbing onto his hips, pushing him against me more and more. My eyes began to water the tiniest bit, but it wasn't of pain, just pure joy.
"Are you okay?" he asked concerned, softly.
"Yes," I replied. "I'm more than okay."
A smile crossed his lips.
He began to slowly pick up the pace, sinking in and out. The pace continued to quicken. Our kisses became more passion filled as we closed our eyes, giving into the sensation. The amazing feeling of our tongues colliding the same time as our bodies was so fullfilling. This was definitely worth the wait. Seeing his body rise up and down above me, his eyes wanting to find only me, his lips searching for mine. I was complete. I was whole.
The pace would go from slow to fast, slow to fast. Deeper, shallower. He rolled us onto our sides, never exiting. I rolled above him, and he kept my legs against him, never letting us part. I began to move now. This was a different sensation, stronger somehow. I watched his face as he opened and closed his mouth, and then the same with his eyes. How he'd smile then get lost in the sensation. I began to tremble again as he caressed my back and thighs, and I was getting lost into his eyes.
He was dazzling me, right in the middle of this. I was so lost in him, I didn't even realize I was speeding up. Oh my God, this was so amazing.
He sat up, grabbing me from behind, and rotated around to where my head was back at the headboard. Our covers were tangled all around us but we didn't care. He entered back into me, much easier now, gripping the headboard with one of his hands. I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, as tight as I could get them. The pace that was at first slow became fast and insane now. I could hear his grip on the headboard tighten against the wood, fingers grinding against it. I placed my lips to his neck and sucked while he as thrusting against me. Harder. Then slow again. Harder once more. He closed his eyes tightly, going faster. I pressed my body completely against him, yanking him down to me. I bit his shoulder as he buried his face into the pillow beside my head, exhaling harder and harder. I think I heard the pillow begin to rip, but I couldn't be certain. I was so lost in this. I felt one of his hands squeeze between our bodies and back down to my most sensitive area. He began to rub as he continued to thrust, synchronizing his movement.
"Ohhh, God," I moaned. He nodded, breathing harder. "E-E-Edward." I was losing all control now and he knew it. We both began to shake simultaneously.
"It's okay, my love," he moaned deep into my ear, slightly kissing it.
And that was all it took. I felt the fire explode arround me, surrounding me, between my legs, devouring my entire body. I was engourged in it. I shook and rocked and moaned and he was right along with me. I felt him explode into my body, moaning into my ear. We rode our waves together, simulatiously. Rocking together, gripping eachother's skin tighter. I heard more ripping sounds as he stopped muffling his face in the pillow and brought his eyes back up to meet mine. I was so in love with him. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever had in my life.
I couldn't control my breathing at first, and his gorgeous face wasn't making it any easier for me to comprehend how to do so. He layed his head down onto my chest. I knew he was listening to my heart beat as he slowly removed his lower body from mine. I sighed, wrapping my arms around him, kissing his soaked hair. Our bodies were amazing against eachother, with the hot and cold combination. It was as if God created us just for eachother. It was perfect.
We layed there for the longest time, wrapped up tight into eachothers arms. Then he slowly moved himself from me, laying on his back and pulling me to him. I placed my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. I heard him smile I smiled back. He raised up my hand and kissed the back of it, placing it on his cheek. It felt so good against my blazing skin.
I looked up at him at the exact same time he looked down at me. We were truly one. I smiled at him, kissing his shoulder. He smiled at me, kissing my forehead.
"Bella," he said in a whisper like velvet. I looked up at him. He smiled the most perfect smile I had ever seen come across his lips. "I love you."
I couldn't help but smile back.
Then I giggled, placing my head back onto his shoulder, shutting out the bedroom, the outside world. It was just us now. Always.
"I love you too, my husband."
So again, this is my first ever fanfic! I hope it wasn't too painful for you!! And I hope you caught onto the pillow ripping. ;) Please, please, PLEASE review and let me know what you think! Let me know what you liked about it, and if there is something you hated, let me know that too so I can do better. And let me know if you want me to continue as well!! Thanks for reading! A.S.