FHSW #7 "Whipped Cream and Other Delights"
Disclaimer: SM created these characters, but I'm nice enough to allow them some adult fun in an apartment in NYC. While SM owns the Twi universe, the remaining content is all mine. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without my express written authorization.
"Make love to me, Edward."
Was it a request, or was it a command? As if it mattered either way. She could ask me to walk on water, and I would drown trying. I gathered Bella in my arms, carefully pulling her close to my chest as I took her down the hallway and into the bedroom. I gracefully placed her back on her feet, on which she seemed a little unstable. Helping her steady herself, I wrapped my arm around her waist, letting her rest her head over my shoulder. Enjoying our closeness, I brushed the hair away from her face and inhaled. The scent of her floral perfume consumed me.
Perhaps I had been a coward in using a song to relay my feelings. I wasn't sure if she would get it at first, but either I had underestimated her intelligence or the lyrics were pretty darn obvious. The way she looked at me while I sang conveyed she certainly understood, and the intensity of her kiss spoke volumes.
As I hadn't used words to express myself tonight, I didn't see a rush to start now. At this point, I yearned to show her the intensity of my feelings.
Bella stepped back slightly and with my head dipped down, our faces were perfectly in line with one another. The gentle curve of her puckered lips called to me. Without hesitation, I brushed mine against hers, soon parting them so we could be even closer. Her fingers trailed up my chest before clutching the sides of my face to pull me in towards her. Her eager tongue stroked mine; each firm pass making me lose all sense of awareness other than us. Her soft moans alerted me that she wanted more, which was an invitation that I would happily accept. I absorbed her with nearly all my senses. Her warmth radiated into me as my hands kneaded hungrily into her back. Her taste was uniquely hers; her scent, heavenly. Bella was perfection.
Without warning, she broke off our kiss. Our foreheads rested against one another; our breathing loud and filling the otherwise quiet room. I closed my eyes, just feeling her body breathe in and out against me.
"Edward, please," she muttered finally.
"Anything, anything for you," I panted back.
She reached around the curve of her waist, gathering my hand in hers and placing it flat against her heart. With her hand planted firmly over mine, I could feel her heart beating at a maddening pace.
"You have my heart, just please trust me that I am not her." I pulled my head back to find a single tear making its way down her face. Her eyes were tender and understanding. I quickly brushed the lone tear away, kissing away the dampened trail that remained.
Gently ghosting my fingers down her arms, I placed my lips back to hers.
"Thank you. I do trust you," I whispered between kisses. I trust you with my whole heart. I was overflowing with joy. She wasn't Victoria, she was Bella, and she really wanted me, as I did her.
With her words, my desire for her rose at an alarming pace. I had to have her now; every semblance of control was thrown out the window.
My hands frantically traveled up the length of her back, following the zipper of her shirt to its opening at the collar. I pulled the zipper down, letting my free hand caress her exposed skin. Sensing my determination, she helped me by pulling her shirt down her arms before tossing it carelessly on the floor. She was such a sight in her lacy white bra. The cone shape accentuating her womanliness, taunting me and echoing my name. As if reading my thoughts, she reached for the clasp in the front, revealing her gorgeous breasts for me. I caught the straps of the bra with my fingers, disposing of the undergarment in one fluid motion.
Her nipples were ripe and begging for kisses. With one arm wrapped around her, I gently leaned her back, providing me with proper access to her supple breasts. I cupped one in my hand, as I bent down to show it the reverence it so deserved. I took her entire nipple in my mouth, feeling it grow harder as I sucked it in. She shook slightly, purrs of delight escaping from her lips. Fully aware of my affect on her, I blew softly on her nipple and watched her skin pebble in response, before giving her other breast its fair share as well. As I toyed with her nipples, alternating between flicks of my tongue and greedy nibbles, I looked up at her. While her head may have been relaxed backward and her eyelids partially drawn, she was chewing at her lower lip and her breathing was becoming increasingly hitched.
I moved up towards her collar bone, tasting her salty skin as I made my way back to her lips. She moved upright, matching my intensity with feverish kisses. My hand moved down her waist, this time attacking the side zipper of her pants. I tugged down her capris, taking her panties along for the ride. Tossing the last of her clothes to the side, she was completely naked, completely mine. I got down on my knees, worshiping at the altar of this gorgeous girl that stood before me.
I began to massage the calves of her silky, smooth legs. My lips followed suit, taking a journey up her leg before I lifted her other leg and securely hitched it over my right shoulder. She looked at me curiously, and I answered her silently by planting wet kisses towards the inside curve of her thigh. Grasping her waist with my hands to steady her, I eagerly spread her thighs further, my lips moving deeper into her delicious warmth. The scent of her sex was intoxicating. I could get lost in her, and lost I became.
I placed languid kisses across her lips before permitting myself to explore further. I had ached to finally taste her again, so sweet, yet tangy all at once. Prodding further with my tongue, I finally reached my destination. It was there I sucked, nibbled, and played with the very epicenter of her arousal. Bella's fingers tugged violently into my hair in an attempt to press harder against me. Her hips swayed erratically, eager to move over my tongue.
"Jeeee-suuus, Edwa...," she moaned out, her words barely distinguishable. I had never heard her curse before, but it only served to further flame my desire. I teased her entrance, using my nose to move across her most sensitive flesh. Her legs were now all out shaking, the heel of her foot digging deeply into my back. Finally giving in to her, I resumed flicking my tongue where she wanted me most. In no time, she was vibrating against my face, a loud series of "yes, yes, yes" confirming she had reached her climax.
Satisfied, I pulled away and rested my forehead just below her belly button. When she was ready, she removed her leg off my shoulder and helped me back to a standing position. Her eyes were blazing, signaling to me she was ready for more.
Taking her hand, I led her to my side of the bed. Bella quickly went for my shirt, her fingers expertly working their way down the buttons. As she pulled the shirt away from me, she lightly caressed my chest. I followed her line of sight, watching her lips turn into a smile as she lightly teased my pecks. Her touch was pure electricity. She then reached for my belt, and in no time, she was pulling my pants down and discarding them to the side. I decided to help out, tossing my briefs on the floor.
Bella cupped my face, showering me with heated kisses while pushing me back so I would sit on the bed. She joined me, sitting in my lap while wrapping her legs tightly around me. Her nails raked down my back, creating trails of heat. She was lifting her hips, easily sliding herself over my length. She was winning with her game of enticement. My member was hard as ever; the tip getting ever so dangerously close to her entrance. I was fighting every urge to claim her right then and there.
"I want you," she begged. The intensity in her voice was undeniable. While I wanted nothing more than to feel all of her without the barrier of protection, I knew the potential consequence of such a misstep. I was nearly a traitor to my own body...almost.
Sighing into her neck, I plead for her to wait. Digging into the drawer of my bedside table, I found a little packet that would solve our problem. With urgency, Bella practically tore it out of my hand, promptly opening it and rolling the rubber securely down my shaft.
I was enthralled by her determination. Her eyes were now smoldering, boldly meeting my gaze as she nearly rose to her knees before lowering herself on to me. Instantly, I was surrounded by her warmth, yet still aching to be even deeper. Gripping her hips firmly with my hands, I easily guided her movements and pace. I relished the feeling of her slick silkiness as she rode me. We fit so well together.
Back in San Francisco, sex with Bella had been more playful, perhaps compensating for the uneasiness of first time passion. Yet, this time, we were quiet, save for the sounds of our desire. Our lovemaking had purpose; it was lovemaking.
As she began to dictate the motion of her body over me, my hands knotted into her hair. Our bodies moved together at a faster pace as we completely gave in to our primal needs. I pulled her hair back, exposing her neck to me which I quickly peppered with kisses before moving down to capture her nipple in my mouth. I tugged hungrily at it, provoking her to moan with abandon.
"Oh, Edward, I'm there...so there," she barely rasped out, prompting me to lift back and admire her face awash in pleasure. Her hips slowed slightly, and I could feel her pushing firmly into my lap. The sounds that came out of her mouth were raw and animal-like. Her body shook and tightened against my length as I felt her ride out her orgasm.
Watching her let go was the last straw for me. With one final thrust, I erupted deep inside her, my body experiencing its most intense release ever. Her head collapsed onto my shoulder, and I could feel her ragged breathing on my neck. I enclosed my arms around Bella, content in rocking her softly back and forth. While caressing her shoulder with kisses, it didn't take much to remind myself I was the luckiest man in all of Manhattan.
After some time, I gently released her and placed her comfortably across my bed. Upon removing the rubber and tossing it in the waste basket, I leaned back in bed to join her. Pulling her into my arms, she rested her head onto my chest. I leaned in to kiss her forehead.
"Sweet dreams, Forks Girl," I whispered. She was passed out by the time I spoke as I heard no words of protest. I closed my eyes and quickly followed suit.
My eyes flickered open, the warm sunlight hitting my face through the opened window blinds. Bella was cradled in the curve of my body, my right leg wrapped securely over hers and my hand happily nestled between her breasts. I hadn't slept so soundly in a very long time.
My mind raced, reflecting on all that had passed last night. Possibly sensing that I was awake, she began to stir beside me. She let out a happy sigh as she started to stretch.
"Good morning, beautiful." I kissed her shoulder, lightly squeezing her to further emphasize my feelings. She shuffled under the sheets so she could face me.
"Hi," she whispered. Her smile was as bright as the sun flooding the room. She began to giggle, causing me to look at her with curiosity.
She reached up to pat my hair down. I could only imagine how wild it must have looked, a mixture of pomade and hair groping from last night.
"I believe you are to blame for the unruly state of my hair."
"I'll happily take all blame," she laughed.
She began to look around my room, wide eyes taking everything in before stopping to notice my armoire.
"Aw, you have our picture framed!" She had noted the photograph of us taken by the Unisphere at the World's Fair.
"You like?" I asked, knowing her answer simply by the broad smile on her face.
She nodded eagerly. "I think it's sweet that you have it in here." She paused before continuing. "You know, I keep your telegram next to my bed." Her cheeks were instantly flushed with color revealing she was a little embarrassed to have admitted that to me.
I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer so I could kiss her sweetly on the lips. Bella made my heart swell. Keeping mementos of each other in our rooms was just another sign of how we felt for one another.
So was her giving you her heart last night, Edward, and asking you to have trust in her. I felt the voice of reasoning nag at me. What more could I possibly want? Affirmation, it replied back to me.
Yes, now was the perfect time to broach the topic. It had been on my mind for quite some time, I just needed to cast aside my nerves. I had to hear her thoughts.
"So, Bella, what do we have going here?" I felt dumb as soon as the words left my mouth. Could I have been more vague?
"What do you mean?" she inquired. Of course.
I took a deep breath before speaking again. "I mean us. I don't think I am overstepping when I say it's pretty obvious that we have something special here."
"I certainly think so," she replied confidently and without hesitation. It looked like I was the only one nervous in this equation.
I shuffled my pillow, propping myself upright. I brushed my fingers lightly across the length of her arm before finally speaking again. "I guess what I'm trying to say, Bella, is...does this mean you'll be my steady? You know, as in my girl?" My heart was beating uncontrollably, my face probably betraying what should have been a more manly moment.
"Steady? So formal, don't you think? What are you going to do next, ask me to wear your pin?" I feared that I might be experiencing rejection, until she started to laugh. Probably sensing my thoughts, she squeezed my hand. "I'm teasing, Edward. Yes, yes! I would love to be your girlfriend!"
Yes. I sighed in complete contentment. With those words, I bent in towards her for a kiss. As my lips brushed against hers, a brilliant idea sprung to mind.
Pulling back, I grinned at her. "So I guess you are right. I do have to pin you."
She eyed me inquisitively while I jumped out of bed, slipping my briefs up to my waist before grabbing my pants. I fished in the pant pocket for a small Beatles pin I had purchased last night as a souvenir. She had been teasing about the tradition of male college students using their school pins to declare a girl as 'taken.' I figured it only appropriate that a Beatles pin be used for this occasion.
I beckoned her to the edge of the bed. She scooted closer to me, sitting back against her legs. I took a second to admire her in this state; her hair was just as wild as mine and her lips looked raw from all our kissing.
"I bought this at the concert last night." I displayed the pin to her before picking up my shirt off the floor. After quickly helping her into it and lazily buttoning up the front, I attached the pin to the fabric.
"Consider yourself pinned," I teased, and all at once, I felt like things were normal. My nerves from earlier were long gone, and there was this overwhelming feeling that things were going to be great between us.
She shook her head, smiling while her fingers touched the pin. "You really are something, Pilot-boy."
I lifted her up, holding her close in a tight embrace. I could feel her hips starting to sway into me, causing my manhood to stir back to attention.
Before things got too far, I pulled back. "Hungry?"
"For what?" She eyed me suggestively.
"Food, Bella! You're such a naughty girl having just one thing on your mind!"
She slowly released me, sighing deeply in protest. "Yes, I suppose having my boyfriend cook me breakfast wouldn't be so bad." She winked back at me.
I patted her slightly on her backside before breaking away and heading into the kitchen. Within minutes, I could hear her taking a shower. I busied myself with mixing pancake batter and whipping up some fresh cream. It was times like this I owed everything to my mom. She raised me to be very comfortable in the kitchen.
I laid out some freshly cut peaches and poured glasses of orange juice. Bella came in to join me just as I was flipping over the last batch of flapjacks in the fry pan. She had slipped on her capris, my pin now proudly adorning the shirt she had worn last night.
"It'll just be a couple more minutes. Say, why don't you put on some music in the meantime?" She nodded in approval.
Through the entry of my kitchen, I could see her sifting through my record collection. It hit me just how right it was to have her here. I could get very used to this.
I called her back in when breakfast was served. The sound of Herb Alpert's trumpet filled the apartment.
"Whipped Cream and Other Delights," she read out loud before showing me the album. The cover art was impossible to ignore, a naked woman slathered in whipped cream eyeing the photographer in a 'come hither' fashion.
"Hey, it's a hit record. Don't judge!" Bella smiled, before joining me at the table. She perched the record cover prominently against the wall.
We ate quietly, both of us ravenous after last night. I watched Bella with amusement as she slyly smiled at me from time to time. Her eyes wavered between me and the album. After finishing her last bite of pancake, she used her finger to scoop up some whipped cream from the bowl.
She placed the tip of her finger at her slightly parted lips, perfectly copying the girl on the cover, before letting her tongue slowly lick off the cream.
That was all it took. Instantly, I had her back in my arms and we both gave in to our desires. We never did make it out of the apartment that day.
The next few days were bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. I could have asked strangers to pinch me, to assure me this was all real.
We finally had a week off, at the same time, and we took full advantage of this opportunity together. We acted like tourists in our own city, for even though we called New York home, we realized there was so much we still hadn't seen. We hit up art museums, rented bikes in Central Park, strolled down Fifth Avenue, and rode the train out to Coney Island. I screamed for my life, my fingers digging into his arm, as I survived my first ride on the Cyclone. Edward took me out to fancy restaurants, yet we were just as comfortable dining at the Automat. As we made our way through the various sites of the city, we held hands and sneaked in kisses here and there.
Every day was packed with things to do and quiet (or not-so quiet) nights back at his place. Most importantly, during this week, we got to know each other better. I now knew silly things like his favorite color (green) and his favorite smell (the airport). Well, his first response was "you," but I slapped his arm until he gave me another answer. I discovered where he was when he found out the news of Kennedy. He revealed some of his fears, and we learned about each other's progressive ideals.
I told him more about my early upbringing with my free spirit mother. He learned why I used the term 'mother' loosely when describing her and what led me to go live with Charlie. He was patient and listened to me with great interest. My trust in him grew as I revealed secrets I thought I would never utter to another human being. He never judged, and his support was immense.
It was during these days together, we truly became girlfriend and boyfriend. Our new roles grew from fun to a more meaningful connection. He was still that gorgeous man who made me melt when I first caught sight of him in his pilot's uniform. His funny and playful side could still make me erupt in uncontrollable laughter. But now, there was a fire deep inside that burned for him. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. He was now just so much...more.
During the week, I managed to make a few brief visits back to my place to gather up clean clothes and check in with the girls. I somehow always missed Rose, and Alice assured me that Edward had created a match made in heaven by introducing Emmett to her. It made me happy to hear she had finally met a suitable guy. Alice was also in a daze of love, having received a novel's length of a letter from Jasper. I hoped her boy would be back soon. I couldn't help but feel bad for Alice, constantly surrounded by us girls and our new found romances. Yet, she never displayed an inkling of jealousy. She was always eager to hear about how things were going with Edward. In fact, she all out screamed when I relayed to her the story of getting pinned.
"Bella, Bella, Bella. I've told you before, and I'll tell you this again. He's a keeper. Hold him tight and don't let him go!"
Alice and I chatted for a bit before I excused myself to gather my things. I had to meet Edward back at his place. We had dinner reservations at some popular Italian restaurant in the Village.
When I came back into the living room, Alice called out from the kitchen. "Don't forget to be back here tomorrow afternoon by one o'clock. Tanya told me she made that appointment for you." She came out to join me by the door, wiping her hands with a dish cloth. I could tell by Alice's face that she was slightly confused by the message she was relaying on behalf of Tanya, but I knew full well what she was referring to. As I didn't feel like going into all the details just yet, I simply smiled back in acknowledgement of the message.
"You can tell Tanya not to sweat it. I'll be back here in time. Plus, Edward will be helping his friend move tomorrow, so I wont have any distractions to make me late." I gave Alice a big hug before heading out the door. Tomorrow was one thing, but I was all about having Edward distract me this evening. Just the thought of it caused me to shiver in anticipation.
I could hear Tanya honking the car down below. Somehow, she had finagled one of her admirers to loan her his car for the day. I gathered my pocket book and made my way down the flight of stairs. I guess this was really happening.
Parked at the curb, was a baby blue Corvair, its top down and Tanya on prime display in the driver's seat. Her red hair was wrapped in a vibrant scarf and she sported white rimmed sun glasses. Tanya always looked so well put together. I felt so Plain Jane in my simple skirt and sleeveless top, my hair pulled back in a silly attempt at a pony tail.
"You ready?" she inquired, helping me open the passenger door.
"I suppose so," I gulped. I was a little nervous about today's events. Part of me felt like a whore for what I was about to do. It seemed like I was embarking on a slippery slope with Tanya as my eager sidekick.
It took us some time to make it through the Lincoln tunnel, but soon we were cruising past the busy streets of Hoboken, New Jersey. After we left the heart of the small city, she pulled up to park next to a small, two-story brick building. We gathered our things, put a nickel in the meter, and walked up to the front door.
Tanya breezed through the entry, knowing her way as she had been here many times before. As we approached the final door at the end of the hallway, I noted the metal sign hanging by the entrance.
"Dr. P. Varner, MD," I read out loud, hesitation displayed in my voice.
"Yep, that would be him, Bella." Perhaps sensing my apprehension, Tanya grabbed my hand. "Don't worry, honey. It's going to be all right. Trust me, Dr. Varner is NOT judgemental about these kinds of things. He's completely hep and so kind. In fact, if he didn't wear a wedding ring, I wouldn't hesitate to flirt with him!" I laughed, feeling some of the tension melt away.
After checking in with the receptionist, the nerves began to kick in again as I sat in the waiting room with Tanya. She was snapping gum while briskly turning pages of a fashion magazine. I kept myself busy by completing some paperwork for the receptionist.
"Miss Swan. Bella Swan? The doctor is ready to see you now." I sheepishly waved my hand to acknowledge my presence. I felt like all eyes were on me, judging me. It was silly, I know. How could they possibly know why I was there to see the doctor?
The nurse led me down a short hallway, taking me into an empty patient room. "Please put on this dressing gown, and Dr. Varner will be in with you shortly."
She closed the door behind her, leaving me to undress in privacy. After securing the gown, I folded my clothes neatly and placed them on the counter. I slid into the large chair, nervously nibbling on my lower lip. Before I could gnaw my lip off, the doctor tapped on the door and I called to let him know I was ready.
"Miss Swan, so nice to meet you." He shook my hand, his warm smile helping me feel a little more at ease.
Pulling up a swivel chair, he sat down next to me. "So I took a look at your paperwork and have some understanding as to why you are here today. I have a few questions for you, if I may?"
I nodded, prompting him to continue.
"When was your last gynecological exam?"
"Two years ago, Doctor. That was my first time having a pap smear."
"Very well then, we'll do one today. Now I see that you are also interested in being prescribed the birth control pill. Are you currently engaging in sexual relations?"
He asked it so matter of fact. He didn't appear to judge that I wasn't married, yet desiring to be on the pill. This request would have been difficult with most doctors in New York and impossible in Connecticut.
"Yes, I am. With my boyfriend. But just with him." I felt like I needed to clarify, if only just for myself.
"I see. Well, let's start with the exam first and then we can chat further about birth control."
After the exam, he left the room. I quickly got dressed, so happy that the procedure was over. If only men had to come face-to-face with a speculum.
Dr. Varner returned shortly with a small plastic packet in his hand and sat down next to me.
"I am going to give to you a three month supply of Ortho-Novum today. We'll evaluate how they are working for you before I provide you with a longer prescription. Just remember, it takes a full month to be effective, so until then I advise you use other protection." He opened the device that he called a DialPak and explained that I would be on the pill for three weeks and off on the fourth week.
Twenty-one pills stared back at me, declaring my sexual freedom. As I spoke with the doctor, I became more comfortable with the pill. Just because I was going to be on the pill didn't mean I was going to sleep with any old Tom, Dick, and Harry. I was doing this for me and for my health. Not to mention, this meant freedom with Edward. No worries of pregnancy, no more rubbers.
"Remember, Bella, you'll start your first pill this Sunday." I shook hands with Dr. Varner before heading back into the waiting room. Tanya was beaming at me once she caught sight of me holding a brown bag.
During the car ride back, she continued smiling at me before returning her eyes to the road. "So Bella, how does it feel to be such a modern girl?"
"I guess good." I blushed, knowing full well what she was insinuating. I couldn't help getting lost in my thoughts, imagining sex with Edward that would soon be without restrictions. Chills ran through me at the thought.
"Well really, Bella, you couldn't have gone on the pill at a better time. Now you're all set."
"Yeah, I just thought that with things getting more serious with Edward, it was time to-"
"No, no, that's not what I meant!" She waved her hand in the air, dismissing what I was saying. Once she reached a red light, she turned toward me to continue.
"Bella, I was going to surprise you later, but you got Flight 002 next week. Flight 002 with me!"
My eyes might just have burst out of their sockets. "Umm, what? How? Are you serious?"
"Of course, I am being serious! Maggie had some family emergency, so I suggested they put you on that route with me and they agreed. I know you have been dying to go abroad, and I couldn't think of a better way to start you off right."
Flight 002 was the opposite route of Flight 001. Both of these round-the-world flights helped make Pan Am so world renowned. Heading east bound out of JKF, I would hit eleven cities on three continents. Getting this flight was a dream come true.
It took nearly every ounce of self-control to not open the car door and jump around like a wild lady. It helped that Tanya was already booking it through the intersection.
"Tanya, thank you, thank you! I am so excited. This is really happening."
"Yep, you and I leave Monday. And as I was saying, you going on the pill couldn't have been better. It's time you find out what the world has to offer, my dear." Briefly lifting up her sunglasses, she raised her eyebrows suggestively before giving me a wink.
I shook my head. I shouldn't have been too surprised by what she was referring to. This was Tanya after all. I brushed her off, quickly turning my thoughts to all the exotic cities that awaited me with Flight 002.
With equal excitement, I thought about the boy who would be waiting for me at my home to take me out tonight.
I was one fortunate girl.
*Peeks out from behind a rock* Was it kinda sorta worth the long wait? I am very sorry this took a long time to update. Can I offer up one excuse? On Valentine's Day, I found out that my hubs and I are expecting this October. This will be our first child. With the nausea and fatigue during the first trimester, there was just no way I could listen to Pilotward tell me about his steamy night of lovemaking. Lemons were the furthest thing from my mind. Now that I'm in the 2nd trimester, I have a little bit of my mojo back. I can assure you, I will be finishing this story as it is outlined and ready to go. FHSW will not have a ton of chapters, so I promise to keep it fairly short and sweet. The next update could be in a few weeks. We are closing on our first home towards the end of this month. Yeah, we are crazy! Baby and house all in the same year.
Thanks to everyone who posted fun words about the last chapter with the Beatles concert and mock Lennonward. This chapter is a little timely because the 1st week of May marks the 50th anniversary of the Pill. I had already planned on writing about it in this chapter, but thought it was coincidental that the anniversary fell right now. As always, check out my profile page for links that explain some of the 'historical' references that are in this chapter. Lots of thanks to my superb beta, siouxchef, for making this pretty, and to chele681 for giving it a read over. *smooch*
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