So... it's been a year and a half since last I updated... sorry about that! I was lacking inspiration but I think I found it in a big big way in this story. Please enjoy and please review.
And I haven't forgotten about the Third First Time. It's still cooking, don't you fret.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I wish I had some of that fat cash...
I felt her enter behind me, saw her naked form in the black lacquered surface of the piano. I heard her steady breathing, watched her smooth out her hair, heard the soft click of her stilettos as she breezed into the room. I smirked at the memory of her clumsy human form; she would have died before wearing stilettos by choice. But here she was: confident, mature, and sexy as hell.
She breathed my name and I stopped playing and turned on the bench in a flash to face her. "To what do I owe this?" I said with a grin, my hands gripping her hips and pulling her body towards me. Her legs settled between my knees as she stood before me.
"It's your birthday," she said simply, the words rolling off of her tongue and ringing in my ears more lovely than the piano music I'd been playing before she entered the room.
I couldn't help but laugh at her admission. "I haven't celebrated my birthday in over 70 years." The wind moved around her hand as she brought it up to cup the side of my head, her fingers threading into my hair. She lightly tugged my head back and made me look her in the eye, her lip curling up with her smirk.
"Your birth is definitely something to celebrate." She quoted my own words back to me and leaned down to press her lips to mine, her breasts bouncing slightly with her movement.
I clutched her hips in my hands as she stood back to her full height and smiled down at me. I pulled her towards me and pressed my lips to her stomach before speaking against her skin, "And you're my present?" I didn't have to look up at her to hear and feel her head nod above me. I slid my hands up her nude back, then back down to clutch her black-lace boy shorts. "You haven't given me much to unwrap."
Her breath caught in her throat as I slid my fingers under the lace. "You haven't had a birthday in so long I didn't want to overwhelm you." I smirked against her body and pulled back to take in her beautiful smile.
"Open it for me," I challenged, removing my reluctant hands from her body and lounging against the ivory keys of my former lover. She took a step back and hooked her thumbs into the lace without hesitation. She was so graceful, so confident. She was still the girl I fell in love with but she had a righteous air about her that could only come from our true intimacy.
I nearly panted as she slid the lace down her elongated legs, the sound of the lace sliding down her smooth skin almost as enticing as watching the act itself. She righted herself after she stepped out of her panties and twirled them around her finger with a grin. I couldn't help but chuckle as I remembered her failed attempt at a strip tease when she was human, something we both still laughed about.
My laughing immediately subsided when she dropped the fabric into my lap and took another step back to allow my eyes to rake over her. "Are you happy with your gift?" Even after all these years I was still stunned and overwhelmed by her beauty, enhanced by her transformation but still naturally my Bella. The corners of her lips turned up as she watched me digest her. I knew it took everything in her to not ruin my trance with a smart-ass comment and I couldn't help the curve of my lips as I marveled over how well I knew her. My eyes trailed back up her body to her shining golden eyes and her face finally broke into a huge grin followed by a small giggle that she'd tried to repress. "I'm sorry, I'm trying so hard to be serious."
She squealed when I reached out and grabbed her around her waist and pulled her into my lap, kissing her fiercely, her legs kicked up and she squirmed in my arms and we laughed into each other's mouths. "You are everything," I said softly when I finally pulled away from her lips. She stole another kiss then smiled wide and wound her fingers further into my hair. She was soft and warm under my fingers but nowhere near as breakable and exceedingly hot as she once was.
She leaned in and pressed her lips softly to my neck, working her way upwards toward my ear, "I hope I didn't break your concentration," she whispered, "your song was beautiful." I pulled her tighter to my body, her hip grazing my desire and she batted her eyes, an adorable habit that had replaced her ability to blush.
I moved my hand to cup her chin and tilt her head so I could kiss her fully. My hand traveled south until I came in touch with her left breast and she heaved her chest upwards and I nearly broke from happiness. After all this time, Bella was still my favorite instrument. "You know you're always welcome to break my concentration," I breathed against her lips.
In a flash she was straddling my hips on the piano bench, the roughness of my jeans against the softness of her flesh making a delectable soft scratching sound that beckoned a new level of eroticism and one that I first experienced when we were teenagers fooling around in the backseat of the Volvo. She shifted her hips and rocked against my hardness causing my head to fall back and her lips to explore my exposed neck. Her fingers came to the buttons of my shirt and began the slow, torturous undressing that seemed to drag on forever. Her lips followed her hands and her tongue danced down my chest as she exposed my skin to the air. The muscles in my legs all tensed at once as she circled her tongue around my nipple and nibbled it lightly with her teeth. She did it with a small giggle that caused the most sensual feeling jolt through my body. It appeared my baby liked playing me as much as I enjoyed playing her.
Bella pulled my shirttails out of my pants and pushed the fabric off of my shoulders, her lips crashing back to mine as she gyrated her hips into mine. The garment hung at my elbows, neither of us remembering to unbutton the sleeves, neither of us caring about it at this point. I steadied her movements with my hands on her hips and together we found a rhythm that was hard and soft and breathtaking. She breathed shaky breaths into my open lips as I pushed her harder against my cock. "But it's your birthday," she breathed as she realized my intentions to get her off in a way we hadn't done since our first year in college. Somehow the rawness, the sophomoric nature of this act was bringing us both to heights we hadn't seen in years. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer as I braced one hand on the piano wrist guard behind me and used the leverage to push harder against her. She was gasping for air, clasping her fingers around the nape of my neck and panting in between kisses long my jaw, my chin, my parted lips. "Fuck, Edward," she breathed as her body finally shook and slowed against me. She quaked in my arms and I couldn't help feeling smug as I kissed the top of her head, her chin tucked into her chest, her forehead resting on mine.
She crashed her lips to mine before I realized she'd recovered and her hand instantly dove into the front of my pants. I bucked and had to hold onto her to keep from throwing her off of me with the violence of my unexpected movement as she gripped me in her warm hand. I squeezed my eyes closed as she clasped her body around mine, one arm gripping my shoulder as she sucked on my tongue, a preview of her plans for me. Her other hand pulling away from my hard flesh long enough to rip the zipper of my pants open and pull me free. I bucked in her hand again, my head falling back and my elbows hitting the keys behind me as she started at the base of my dick and pulled until she was swirling her fingers lightly around the head. I thought I might black out at the sensations that only her hand could bring and I suddenly wondered why we didn't celebrate my birthday every year. My eyes were screwed shut, focusing all of my wandering attention on the feeling of her hands on me, of her body pressed against mine, of her mouth on mine, her breath mixing with mine, her sighs and gasps meeting mine.
And then she was gone. I heard her movement but I couldn't feel her near me anymore. I opened my eyes and even my heightened eyesight needed a minute to adjust after having my eyes closed so tightly. When the edges came back into focus I was able to see her there, kneeling between my knees, a pleased smile on her face. I moved my hand and caressed her cheek with my thumb. She turned and took my thumb in her mouth and smiled at me around it. Her hands found my tattered pants and pulled them down and off of me as my eyes stayed transfixed on my thumb in her mouth. Every inch of my body felt like it was on fire and I realized too late that I was leaning too heavily on the piano keys and a couple of them snapped beneath me. She giggled around my thumb, which sent shock waves straight to my groin, and she watched as I twitched.
Without invitation or hesitation, she removed my thumb and placed my hand on the back of her head before leaning forward and engulfing the head of my dick in her warm, wet mouth. I bucked again, but she had prepared herself and held my hips down to the bench. Her eyes remained on mine as she worked her mouth down over me until I disappeared deep down her throat. Bella as a human was good at giving blowjobs but Bella as vampire was incomparable. I pushed in a little further and her eyes twinkled, I knew how proud she was that she could do this to me now with no restraint. When she swallowed around me I cursed and jerked and the piano bench moaned at the beating it was taking from my inability to calm my limbs. She pulled me all the way back out of her mouth and kissed away the precum that had collected at my tip before moving back down to swirl her tongue from base to tip, making these little moaning sounds as she went about her work. My hand moved between us to cup my balls but she quickly pushed me away and replaced my hand with her mouth. She sucked and pulled while her other hand went to work on my dick. My head was swimming and I couldn't stop panting like a cartoon dog looking at a pretty girl but I couldn't bring myself to feel self-conscious. Not with Bella. I led her mouth back to my cock and she pushed her self back down around me and I could feel that familiar burning start in my stomach as I watched her bob her head in my lap, watched her eyes never leave mine, watched my wife inflict so much pleasure I almost wanted to beg her to stop. Almost.
"Don't stop," I breathed as I watched her and guided her. It was a ridiculous request and she smiled around me. She literally never had to stop, we could stay like this until the end of days and probably even after. I bucked into her mouth at that thought and when she pushed me to the back of her throat and swallowed again, I was done for. Without warning I came in hard spurts in the back of her throat. "Ohh fuuuck," I yelled so loudly that the windows in the piano room shook and I was thankful yet again that we had no neighbors for miles. My head went cloudy and I sank back against the piano, a cacophony of noise welcoming me back to my former lover's embrace. I couldn't feel my body and there was a ringing in my ears. Bella's mouth was literally the only thing that could incapacitate me. Well, that and her pussy.
When my vision finally returned and my hearing sharpened, I looked down to see my beautiful Bella still on her knees before me, an extremely proud grin stretched across her face. "You okay, baby?" she asked innocently, as if she hadn't just robbed me of coherent thought for a full minute, an impossible feat for our kind. I couldn't help but grin and nod and I saw her swipe her bottom lip with her tongue. I could have come again right then. She stood and sat beside me on the now swaying piano bench and curled into my side, her arm resting across my stomach as I breathed her in, still regaining my composure. "Are you happy with your birthday present?" she asked innocently, looking down at my lap. It was rare that I didn't recover more rapidly and she knew she'd outdone herself.
"There are no words," I breathed. It came out far more sensual than I had anticipated. There truly were no words. And if there were words, I wouldn't be able to express them properly right then anyway. "You're very naughty on my birthday. I like it," I added a minute later. She moved and sat up beside me, her chin on my shoulder as she looked at me.
"I'm naughty all the time," she said with chuckle. She hid her face in her hand after she said it, still sometimes bashful around me. It stirred my arousal in a way I didn't expect.
"That's very true, love. But you're particularly naughty tonight. I really quite enjoy it." She leaned up and kissed me sweetly and I could taste myself on her lips. My arousal burned forth unexpectedly and she giggled against my lips when she felt me against her knee. "We should give the piano a break, darling." I started to stand, fully anticipating bringing her back to our bedroom but she sat still and shook her head with a smile.
In a blink she was sprawled on top of the lacquered surface, her body open and glistening for me, beckoning me. I knew the piano wouldn't withstand the beating it was about to take but I couldn't bring myself to care in the least. I was between her legs before I could finish weighing the pros and cons. I opened her to me, her legs wide and inviting, her stilettos still punctuating her sensuality, bringing my arousal to unseen heights. Without warm up, I licked her slit hard and took my time sucking on her clit, swirling my tongue around her as her hands gripped my hair forcefully and pushed my tongue harder against her. My fingers found her and pushed into her in time with my tongue on her clit. I looked up at her face to see her mouth opened in a silent moan, her eyes fixed on the ceiling before she felt my eyes on her and looked down at me. She convulsed and screamed out when she saw me watching her and I switched my mouth out for my fingers and pushed my tongue in and out of her as my fingers swirled around her clit.
I was so intent on my work that I didn't hear her screaming until she started tapping me on the head insistently. I pulled back and grinned at her, "Yes, love?" I asked with a smirk. Her hand was on her forehead and her eyes were threaded shut. Her chest was heaving and she was swollen and inviting. I didn't want to ever stop. When she didn't answer I moved to dip my head back to her but she shook her finger at me and I sat back confused.
"You have to stop, I might pass out," she finally panted. I chuckled and stalked my way up her body, our feet hitting the piano keys for a moment until I pulled myself all the way up the length of her. Her legs were pinned beneath me, mine were entwined with hers.
"You do realize that's a scientific improbability, don't you?" I asked before kissing her shoulder. She put her hand against my mouth and pushed me away. I waited patiently for her to come back to herself, she hated too much touching when she was this worked up.
"Improbable doesn't mean impossible," she said softly and I couldn't help but chuckle again, my dick rubbing against her thigh with my movement. "You are too fucking sexy for your own good," she groaned as her thigh opened slightly to me, my dick nestling closer to where I wanted to be. Without warning she flipped us over so I was pinned beneath her. I tried to reconcile whether all of that was an act to get me in this position but I decided I didn't care.
Bella straddled my thighs before moving up and positioning herself over me. She slid the head of my dick inside of her and hovered there, gyrating her hips, driving me insane. I wanted to scream, I want to yank her down onto me, I wanted to flip us over and drive into her but more than anything I wanted to see what she had planned for my birthday. My hands found purchase on her hips as she hovered there, swirling her hips, taking me in centimeter-by-centimeter, making my toes curl like it was the first time again. The piano swayed softly below us and I splayed my fingers on the smooth surface as she worked her way down onto me until our hips met and we both released the breath we were holding. She bent forward, her hair cascading around her face, enveloping us in our own little cocoon. She pressed her lips to mine as she slowly began to rock her hips against mine. The frenzy was over, she was making love to me, making my head spin, making me breathe her in and hold her to my chest and swallow her moans. "Happy birthday, my darling," she breathed against my lips before swirling my tongue with hers, her hips circling at the same pace. My hands wove into her hair, holding her mouth tightly against mine as my hips met her measured thrusts. One hand slowly roamed the expanse of her smooth back, coming to rest on her ass, pushing her harder down onto me. She yelped and bit my lip before sucking on it.
"You feel amazing," I said against her lips, pulling her hair back from her face, looking her in the eyes as we moved together. She sat all the way up and pushed her hair over her shoulders as she picked up her pace slightly. Watching her moving over me, her breasts bobbing with her movement, her hair cascading around her shoulders, my eyes fixed on the point where we were joined was almost too much. I missed having her wrapped around me, but I did enjoy the view. She threw her head back and bit her lip in concentration as she moved over me and my fingers dug into her thighs as I watched myself disappearing inside of her. Her hands went into her own hair and I was mesmerized by the sight before me.
She leaned forward again, but kept herself propped up by her outstretched arms, her hands gripping into my shoulders as she fucked me. Her movements were still slow and sensual but I could sense she was getting close. It was staggering to see her like this, taking what she wanted, using my body for her pleasure. She knew this is what I wanted, to watch her come undone on top of me. My heart swelled at that realization and I gripped her thighs, angling her hips so her clit rubbed against me perfectly with every one of her strokes. Her eyes flew open and she looked down at me. She was so close, I could feel it, I could see it, I could sense it. Our bodies were so in tune I could read all of the signs. Her lip was starting to quiver, her left eyebrow shot up in surprise, her pussy began tightening around me, her breathing was becoming more erratic, and her eyes never left mine. "Fuck me," she breathed and I sat up at the invitation and wrapped my arms tightly around her, bucking my hips up to meet hers. She was so close; she needed me to finish this for her. I pushed myself up to meet her as she pushed down, still keeping our movements slow but more fierce now than they had been. She rolled her head back and I took the opportunity to attach my lips to her neck, licking and sucking my way to the place my teeth had pierced her human flesh and my venom had repaired it. As soon as I kissed her there, she shuddered and came around me. It wasn't a screaming orgasm but I knew it was intense by the way her eyes screwed so tightly shut and her mouth gaped open and her body slumped against me.
I held her while she recovered, rocking her against me, her body clenching and unclenching around my still hard cock. I wanted to come but I didn't want this to end. I turned us over, still connected, while she came back to earth and smiled up at me. "Fuck that was good," she said and caressed my face. I nodded and kissed her palm before moving inside of her. She grinned and closed her eyes as I began to move in and out of her again, the piano swaying below us. After a few thrusts, she came fully back into herself and gripped at my shoulders and I picked up my pace and pushed into her with longer and more deliberate strokes, keeping a moderate pace. "Yes," she moaned and her hands moved down the expanse of my back and to my ass where she pushed me harder into her. We groaned together and she raised her knees to her chest, giving more access to push further inside of her.
I reached over her and grabbed the edge of the piano as my strokes picked up and pulled one of her legs over my shoulder, the heel of her other stiletto digging into my back in the sexiest fucking way. I kept my mouth attached to hers as much as I could as I pushed myself in and out of her, her breathing picking up as we both barreled towards another release.
"Fuck," I said as I pushed myself up and pulled her other leg over my shoulder too. "You're so amazing," I said before crashing my lips back to hers. Her chest heaved off of the piano and my fingers began to splinter the wood that I was leveraging to get more speed, more access to her. I pushed in and out of her harder and harder, the sound of the wood splintering a dull sound compared to the sounds we were both making, the screams of our lovemaking, the groans and moans of satisfaction found only in each other. The lid of the piano finally giving way as we crashed a level and her back hit the strings below the splintered wood. The angle we became wedged in gave me more access to her and we both groaned at the feeling of me going even deeper inside of her, the humor of the moment completely lost on both of us. I moved one hand from the edge of the piano and gripped her breast as I leaned back to watch myself disappear inside of her, then reappear, the sight temporarily entrancing me and causing me to ignore the telltale signs that she was on the verge of another orgasm.
I wanted to follow her this time. I picked her up and moved her body to a less tattered part of the platform and pulled her legs back up around me, pushing her heels into the small of my back as I focused on her. "Come with me," she breathed as I huffed into her mouth, my hair falling into my eyes as I watched her. The piano creaked below us as I fucked her harder, her fingers digging into my ass again, beckoning me towards my end. "I need you to come with me." I looked into her eyes and crushed my lips to her, my hips crashing against hers again and again. Her moans were leading me home and my stomach tightened as I felt her begin to tighten around me. My foot found purchase on the keys as I searched for more leverage and the keyboard buckled under the pressure and detached from the frame with a clatter to the floor. "Oh my God, Edward. Right there!" I didn't stop my movements; I couldn't if I wanted to.
My Bella gripped my hair in her hands, tugging my face back down to hers to fuck my mouth with her tongue in time with what my cock was doing to her. It was incredibly erotic and that burning in my stomach was back and then my balls were tightening and my whole vision went white as I came violently inside of her. From what sounded like miles away I could hear her scream my name and felt her body spasm around my dick, milking me. Fireworks and stars can't describe what it's like to come inside of Bella. It's everything.
We shuddered against each other, staring intently into each other's eyes as we came back to ourselves. She licked her lips deliciously and then I licked her lips out of jealousy that her tongue got to taste those lips so freely. She ran her hand across my forehead and pushed my hair out of my face as I twitched inside of her and leaned my face down to kiss her fully.
And then without warning we were on the floor, tangled in a mess of limbs and the rubble that had once been my grand piano. She looked at me with fear in her eyes at my reaction but all I could do was howl with laughter. She started laughing too and I slipped out of her and helped her up and out of the debris, brushing stray wood chunks off her as she leapt out of the mess.
We laughed and I held her to me, eventually sliding down the opposite wall as we kissed fiercely in the afterglow. I started getting excited again but I knew my baby and I knew she'd want to feed before we got going again. She'd want her strength up for the next round.
"I'm sorry about your piano," she said against my shoulder as I held her tightly to me. I laughed and shook my head, my hand smoothing out her hair.
"Don't worry about it, love. It was about time anyway, we've only gone through three since your change." She giggled and hid her face in my chest, kissing me softly before returning her eyes to mine.
"It's a good thing that the good sexing was only part of your present. I already ordered you a new piano." I grinned at her and dipped my head to kiss her fully.
"You had this whole thing planned, you dirty girl," I teased, gripping her sides. She was very proud of herself as she nodded and looked back towards the mangled mess of wood across the room. "I love you. Thank you for my birthday presents."
She turned her face to mine and kissed me softly, her lips ghosting against mine. "I love you, too," she said simply. We smiled at each other before she pressed her lips more insistently against mine.
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