New story. I know I have a million unfinished ones but it's the reviews that encourage me to keep writing :) M for language and lemons.
I strolled down the nearly abandoned beach as the evening sun warmed my face, my bare toes burying in the sand – my heels in one hand and the part of my dress bunched in the other. My brown locks were falling from the up do hairstyle that my new step-mother wanted her bridesmaids to have so I took it down and my hair fell in waves like a waterfall, I pulled it to the side over one shoulder and gazed out at the sea.
Why everyone had left the beach I had no idea, it was the most beautiful time of day to come to the beach to watch the sunset, but it was nice to have it all to myself, aside from the few stragglers packing up their things and heading back to hotels and homes. I thanked the Lord none of my newfound family had decided to follow me out here.
My father had finally remarried after seventeen long years since his and my mother's divorce, and today, here on a beautiful Spanish island he and his fiancée – or wife now I suppose – got married.
I had a whole new family. Sue Clearwater, well, Swan I guess, had been a widow to one of my father's friends. She and her two children, Leah and Seth would be moving in with us.
I liked Seth, he was a good kid and at fifteen years old he still had some of his innocence left about him. Leah on the other hand was the same age as me, just a couple of months younger and I knew two eighteen-year-old girls living together was going to be a nightmare, especially when one of them clearly hated the other for no apparent reason.
Well, there may have been a tiny, little, itsy-bitsy reason as to why she loathed me but I was pretty sure she didn't know anything about that.
Yeah, it was pretty obvious as she scowled viciously at me from across my kitchen table that we weren't going to grow a new sort of sisterly bond any time soon.
Seth told me it was nothing personal, Leah wasn't looking forward to the idea of having a new sister or having a cop as a step-dad. I had to admit the whole cop thing was a downside; it had taken me years to perfect the skills it took for me to be able to do the shit I did right under Charlie's nose. It wasn't something you could teach.
Either way, personal or not, Leah didn't like me so I was more than happy to stay out of her way.
It wasn't like I gave a shit about what she, or anyone else for that matter, thought of me. She had just given me the perfect excuse to get out of the house more.
It was this exact excuse that had me out here now, strolling the beach alone in a long, purple halter-neck dress finally glad to be rid of the heels.
I didn't mind dressing up, but this really wasn't my style, I was more of a short skirts, tight jeans and small tops kind of girl.
Meh, I had the body. If you've got it, flaunt it - as my best friend Rose would say.
She too had a similar style but she liked to dress up in long ball gowns and uppity hair dos whenever she got the chance. Her theory was that I wasn't a fan because I had yet to meet somebody I wanted to dress up for, maybe she was right, but Rose loved to glam up both before and after she met the "love of her life" – a big bear of a football player who was the goofiest most lovable guy you could ever meet.
But she didn't love him. Rose may have thought she loved Emmett but she didn't. She was seventeen for crying out loud she didn't know what love was. I think Rose just liked the idea of being in love rather than actually being in love.
Anyway, the second I told her Charlie and Sue were getting married she was rummaging through her walk-in-closet squealing excitedly about how she could wear her new dress.
That dream crashed and burned pretty quickly when I gave her the news. Charlie and Sue wanted a small wedding with only immediate family, abroad. Yay.
My stunning model of a best friend sulked about that one for a week before Sue invited her to the hen-night, which actually turned out to be a spa weekend. Rosalie was in heaven and told me she was ready to marry Sue herself.
I, however, would have preferred a club and some shots and the odd stripper or two – but to each their own.
"Hi there." A smooth velvety voice made me jump and spin round. The dress, now way too long due to the absence of high heels, tangled around my feet and I felt myself beginning to fall. I shut my eyes and prepared to get soaked when strong, warm arms wrapped around me ceasing my ever so elegant fall from grace.
I felt rather than heard the beautiful chuckle rumbling in his chest and looked up to see the most beautiful sight on Earth.
If there were only ever two things in my life I would claim absolute certainty of it would be these two facts: this guy was not a high-school boy, he was man, all man, probably in his early to mid-twenties and fuck me sideways if I didn't find that attractive.
And second, this man was stunning. He was gorgeous. He was perfection. He was fucking sex on legs. He had smouldering green eyes and a sexy crooked smile that made my belly flip and coil. His mess of copper hair looked like he just got out of bed but in the most stylish way imaginable and blew gently in the breeze.
And here I was gaping at him like a fish out of water.
I giggled breathlessly like a fucking giddy schoolgirl.
His smile widened as he gazed down at me with those panty-dropping glinting eyes, "You okay, beautiful?"
Shit. With a voice like that he could just read Rosalie's Vogue magazine aloud and talk me to an orgasm.
I opened my mouth to answer, then I closed it and then I opened it…and then I nodded. Crap.
He chuckled again and my girl parts tingled.
"I…um, you can let go of me now." No. No that was not what I wanted.
"Oh," he laughed, "Sorry, about that."
I shook my head, "It's okay."
He bent down and picked up the shoes I had dropped and handed them to me.
"Thanks." I took them from him.
"You're welcome." He smiled and I wanted to rip his white cotton shirt off and see if his abs were as bangable-worthy as his face. "So what's your name?"
"Bella. Bella Swan."
"That's pretty. I'm Edward Cullen." He held out his hand and I had to restrain myself so I wouldn't launch myself at him.
I shook his hand and I bit my lip to stop a whimper from escaping. They were good hands. Sexy hands. Big hands…you know what they say about hands…
"You're from the US." I stated more to distract myself than anything else but I wouldn't mind hearing his voice again.
He nodded, "You got me. I'm from Chicago."
I smiled, "Good movie."
He chuckled, "Yeah I guess, if you're into all that jazz."
I laughed once, shaking my head, "That was a terrible joke."
"What can I say?" He gave a half shrug, "Wasn't one of my best. You're making me nervous."
I raised an eyebrow sceptically.
"How could you not, you're absolutely beautiful. I should have you know I'm usually a very smooth talker, this doesn't normally happen to me."
I narrowed my eyes slightly and nodded, "Mmm, very modest too."
"Well, I don't usually have to point out all my good traits to girls but I'm feeling the need to impress you."
I played along, biting my lip. "How do I know this isn't what you do with all the girls? Claim naivety and have them fawning over your apparent vulnerability and sweetness?"
He held his hands up, "Aah, you got me."
I laughed and started to slowly walk across the shore.
"Hey, where are you going?" He called, jogging after me.
"Escaping your attempt at picking me up like all the other girls that have fallen victim to your predatory ways." Big fat liar. I'm playing hard to get and you are so totally fucking falling for it.
He laughed, "Mind if I walk with you?"
"Well, that really wouldn't be much of an escape plan now would it?" I smirked but nodded.
He smiled, "I guess not. So, what brings you out here dressed like you're heading for a ball?"
I quirked an eyebrow, "Flattery will get you no where Mr Cullen." Yes, yes it would.
He grinned, "Who said it was a compliment, I could have been implying how extremely overdressed you are for such a casual setting."
"Well in that case, I've just come from my father's wedding."
"Aah, so you're parents…"
"Divorced. A very long time ago."
"I see. Lived with your mom then?"
I shook my head, "Nope. She lives in Florida. We're not very close."
"I'm sorry to hear that." He frowned.
I shook my head with an easy smile and shrug. "There's nothing to be sorry for, she has her life and I have mine."
Edward smiled, "You're very selfless, Bella. I like that."
I smiled in return though it was a little strained. I never spoke about personal things with guys, or with anyone really, it was time for a topic change. "So what brings you out here dressed in what is apparently perfectly acceptable clothing for such a setting?"
He laughed, "Had to get away from my sister, she's driving me a little crazy at the moment."
"You here on holiday with her?"
He nodded, "Yeah, and a few friends. Just wanted a bit of time alone, you know."
"And yet you're stalking me." I gave him and teasing look.
He laughed loudly. "Yeah, I guess I am. Funny that."
I glanced at him in question.
He explained, "I came out here for some peace and quiet yet I feel totally content talking to you."
"Ditto." I winked.
Suddenly he dropped down onto the sand facing the sea and grabbed my hand, pulling me down with him making yelp.
"What the fuck was that?" I asked with a laugh.
"Potty mouth." He scolded but his eyes were burning with what could only be identified as lust, "Don't you want to watch the sunset?"
I righted myself so I was more comfortable. "Yes I did, but what happened to all that charm? Now you've got the girl you resort to throwing her on the floor instead of a candlelit picnic on the beach?" I teased.
Edward was grinning widely.
"What?" I asked.
"I've got the girl have I?" Though his eyes were teasing there was something in his voice and the way that he looked at me that made my girl parts wet with anticipation.
The air between us suddenly seemed to be alive with electricity and I wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss him.
I wanted to know if his lips were as smooth at they looked. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and see if it was as soft as I thought it would be.
A tingling sensation ran through my body as I imagined what his hands would feel like in my own hair, on my waist, running up and down my sides, on the small of my back pulling me closer to him as our lips locked and his tongue begged for entrance. I could almost feel what his big hands would do to my body and my voice was husky with desire when I spoke softly.
"Well," I breathed as he leaned in closer though I didn't think it was consciously done, "I didn't quite mean it like that."
His eyes flickered from mine to where I was biting on my lower lip and his breathing hitched as he ran his tongue swiftly along his.
"When will I get the girl then?" He asked, exhaling a deep breath and I inhaled the mouth-watering scent of spearmint toothpaste with a hint of cigarettes and I knew I needed to taste him, to taste his lips.
"Hmm," I looked up, pretending to think about it and he smirked at my teasing, "Maybe you should kiss me, after all, you'll never get the girl if you're a bad kisser."
The second the words were out of my mouth his was pressed to mine and I moaned into the kiss, his lips were as smooth as I thought but he kissed me with rough and raw desire – the perfect combination. And he tasted so, so good.
He pressed more kisses to my lips asking between them, "So, did I make the cut?"
"No." Kiss. "You're a terrible kisser."
The chuckle at his lips hummed against my mouth and I whimpered as he took my face in his hands, running his fingers through my hair and cupped my neck with one, the other soothing circles into my cheek. My own hands shot into his hair, desperate to know if my prediction about his sexy soft hair was true. It was. It really, really was. I should become a fucking psychic.
I sucked on his gorgeous and begging-to-be-kissed-lower-lip, running my tongue back and forth until he opened his mouth granting me entrance. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me when his tongue touched mine shooting tingles down my body to my wet core. He pulled away and I had to stop myself from whining in protest.
I gasped breathlessly, tugging at his bronze locks to bring his mouth back to mine.
"Terrible kisser?" He breathed, "I beg to differ."
I rolled my eyes and caught his grin before I crashed my lips back to his running my nails through the hair at the nape of his neck eliciting a groan that made my stomach coil.
Reluctantly I pulled away a little, sucking in deep, gasping breaths of air, panting with lust as he moved the kisses along my jaw and to my neck as one hand slipped to my back, pulling me closer, the other moving along my waist. My own gripped the collar of his shirt bringing him as close to me as possible my eyes rolling as his lips and tongue worked magic just above my collarbone.
I needed him. I needed to feel his hands lower, I needed them on my bare skin I needed to feel him. Fucking right now. And though I was no virgin and had "done the deed" in many different and bizarre places I wasn't prepared to do this on a very open and public beach.
"E-Edward." I gasped, swallowing down a moan as he nipped at my neck. "We…we need to…oh fuck, we need to stop."
He pulled back sharply, "Bella, shit, I'm sorry, I don't usually do this sort of thing this isn't like me, we can stop if you want. Fuck, I'm sorry I…"
"No, Edward, stop." I placed my hand over his mouth to stop his rambling, "I meant we can't exactly do this here." I glanced around and he followed my gaze to the old couple – with grandchildren – who kept glaring at us disapprovingly, and the other stragglers scattered along the beach.
"Oh, right," he chuckled sheepishly, smiling at me. He gave me what I supposed was meant to be a chaste kiss that very quickly turned into more when his tongue brushed mine before standing and taking my hand to pull me up. "Come on, I've got the hotel room to myself tonight, it's just further up the beach." He winked and I grinned, forever fucking grateful for the closeness of the hotel as he tugged at my hand and we jogged, laughing, to the closest bed available.
After we stood waiting for the elevator for far too long and had had enough of the disgruntled stares from other hotel guests as our hands wandered and our lips locked in a not very polite kiss for public eye – to which I asked them sweetly, "Never seen a horny couple before?" and Edward howled with laughter – we rushed to the stairs and sprinted up three flights before Edward lifted me bridal style in his arms and ran up another two until we finally reached his room, panting for air and smothering each others laughter with desperate kisses.
Then his fucking card-key for the door wouldn't work.
"You're useless!" I mock shouted with a laugh as I took the card from him and fitted it into the slot in the door. He wrapped his arms around my waist kissing my neck and pressed his arousal into my ass. I whimpered as I waited for the little light on the handle to turn green and Edward grazed his teeth along my ear lobe making shudder.
"Yes!" We cried as the light buzzed green and I slammed the handle down and we tumbled inside.
I spun round, throwing my arms around his neck as our mouths connected in a passionate and hungry kiss. He crouched down a little, bending his knees never breaking the kiss and ran his deliciously slightly rough hands up my legs, lifting my dress as he went before lifting me and hitching my legs around his waist and slamming my back against the door with a groan.
The fly of his green khaki shorts rubbed against my, unfortunately, covered core as I rocked my hips against his seeking out the pressure and oh so good friction. He bit back a groan and smashed his mouth to mine roughly, our tongues stroking and thrusting against one another as though hinting at what was to come. I couldn't help the whimper of anticipation at the thought and became quickly impatient.
I ran my hands over his hard shoulders and down his chest to the buttons of his shirt, but my fingers were trembling with the wanton lust pulsing through my body so I yanked hard and the sound of buttons pinging and bouncing against the wooden floor in the dark as they flew in different directions sounded throughout the room.
"Fuck!" Edward all but shouted and he thrust his arousal into me harder, "That was so fucking hot!" He gasped between desperate kisses and rushed us through another door before placing me gently on my feet.
My hands when straight to his shirt and started pulling it from his shoulders as his hands went for the zipper on the back of my dress.
Hallelujah! Praise the fucking Lord! I wanted to get on my knees and bow down to him – for this specimen of a man was a pure God! His chest and abs were chiselled to perfection, and though I wasn't particularly religious, I now believed there was some higher power out there, for there was no other explanation for this man. I almost came from the sight of the light dusting of a small snail trail from his belly button leading downwards towards his khaki shorts to the treasures hidden beneath.
I attacked him, covering him in open-mouthed kisses, my tongue licking at his collarbone down his sexy-as-hell chest to his abs.
I straightened to press my lips to his own, our tongues fighting together for dominance, as I fumbled with the fly of his shorts and he slipped the halter neck over my head.
I shimmied the dress down my body as he guided me backwards, neither one of us daring to break the kiss.
As Edward was sufficiently distracted, I spun us round and pushed him onto the bed as I stepped out of the dress, standing above him in the black, lacy strapless bra that did wonders for my boobs, and matching boyshorts.
I could almost see his arousal throb under his shorts as he swallowed thickly, his eyes wide and gaping.
"Like what you see?" I purred seductively
He shook his head as though trying to snap himself back into reality. I smiled thinking, honey I know exactly how you feel.
"You're so fucking sexy, baby." He murmured, his voice was husky and making my panties damp, as he ravaged me with his eyes.
"That doesn't answer my question," I breathed and knelt my left knee beside his right leg on the bed, my left arm leaning on his bare shoulder – my hand scratching the hair at the nape of his neck. I trailed my other along his jaw, down his neck, stroking down his chest and along his abs to rub against the hardness in his shorts. "But this does."
"Ffffuck. Me." He groaned and buried his face in my breasts, kissing and nipping gently in ways that made me want to scream with pleasure. His hands ran up and down my sides and I lifted my other leg so I was straddling him.
"Don't worry," I whispered in his ear, "I plan to."
I pushed him backwards to lie down and his hands went to my ass, squeezing and kneading as I rocked my wet panties against the throbbing in his shorts. He slid his hands up my back to the clasp of my bra and pulled it off, throwing it across the room, moaning at the slight of my bare chest. He lifted his head, pulling a nipple into his mouth making me gasp breathlessly.
I both heard and felt the vibration as he chuckled at my reaction.
I scowled and worked my own hand past his shorts and into his boxers to grasp his pulsing cock and giving it a few pleasurable tugs.
He grunted in both surprise and desire, his hips bucking before he got control over himself.
He looked up to see my smug expression and rolled his eyes with a sexy-as-fuck smirk before taking me by surprise and rolling us over so I was underneath him. From this position we were both able to get rid of each other's last items of offending clothing before he reached his hand down and his fingers met slickness. He groaned, "Baby, you're so wet for me."
"You have no idea," I murmured, my voice strained as I bucked my hips and his hardness slipped between my folds creating the most marvellous friction known to man. And a frenzy began.
"Condom?" Edward gasped frantically, not even bearing to part his lips from the hollow under my ear that made me squirm in delight.
"Pill." I breathed, "You clean?"
He nodded moaning against my skin, "I swear. You?"
I too, nodded the affirmative, my eyes closing involuntarily as he sucked on that amazing point of my neck, "I trust you." And fuck knows why but I did.
It seemed neither of us could take it anymore, Edward slammed his mouth to mine, our tongues moulding together perfectly as he guided himself into me making us both gasp out loud at the sensation.
"Fuck!" I cried out, "Move Edward, please." I couldn't help myself grasping his fuck-me-sideways bed head hair…now sex hair…needing something to grab onto as he thrust his hips, rubbing against my clit as he did so. But he didn't seem to mind, in fact he growled in pleasure and his movements became more erratic.
"So tight," he panted breathlessly into my ear, which combined with all the other amazing reactions he was causing in my body, made me shiver. "So good. Shit, baby, you're incredible."
If it had been possible for me to coherently speak at that moment in time I would have told me likewise, I would have told him he was a fucking God, because never in my entire sexually active life had any guy made me scream like I did he hit a spot inside me that had never been reached before.
"Holy shitting hell, there, right there! Please, don't stop!" I never wanted it to stop. I had never felt that kind of pleasure before and Jesus Christ I swear I would die if he ever stopped.
He hit the spot again and again as I eagerly thrust my hips up to meet him each time before my back arched, my mouth opened in a fucking silent scream. And before my eyes slammed shut of their own accord due to the ecstasy that was rushing through my body I saw Edward reach his own climax with me and his sparkling green eyes, full of pleasure and something like awe, met mine as he grunted so fucking sexily and buried his face in my neck I almost had an orgasm on top of a freaking orgasm.
And then there was bliss.
Sweet, quiet, sated bliss.
And it was beautiful.
The only sound throughout the room was our heavy breathing as we came down from our high and I had never felt more comfortable than I did then, with Edward's weight covering my body his warm skin dusted with sweat, flush against my own. My hand tangled in his hair at the nape of his neck and I felt his own fingers running smooth circles into my hip.
After a few minutes of basking in the satisfaction of the indescribable sex we had just had, Edward lifted his head and looked down at me with a slightly goofy yet still devastatingly sexy crooked smile on his face. He let out a soft chuckle of what seemed to be amazement, his eyes raking over me before he murmured a still slightly breathless, "Wow."
I chuckled, "I know." Damn this man was beautiful. He totally had the "deliciously fucked" look going for him, the ends of his hair slightly damp with exertion, his muscular chest still heaving a little, his eyes bright and his defined cheekbones a little flushed. But who the hell was I kidding? This guy had any and every look going for him.
"Indescribable? Fucking amazeballs? The very definition of ecstasy? The most incredible sex you've ever had in your life I've ruined you for all other women and will now have to resort to batting for the other team because no other female, living or dead, could ever give you that sort of pleasure again?"
The look on his face, his eyes wide and shocked, his mouth agape was freaking hilarious and he burst into laughter shortly after I did.
"I was going to say mind-blowing but yours works too." He grinned between chuckles. "But, the last one may be a little exaggerated if not slightly inaccurate."
"Slightly inaccurate?" My eyebrow arched in question.
Edward leaned down and peppered kisses all over my mouth, "Well, I'm not too sure about batting for the other team but you may have achieved ruining me for all other women."
"Hmm," I murmured, moulding my lips to his and rolling us so I was on top of him. "How about you let me attempt to prove the last one true?"
Edward's eyes rolled and he groaned as I kissed my way down his chest and snail trail, lower and lower. "That may take a while – ah!" He gasped as I awoke the not-so-little "Little Edward".
"We have all night, baby."
I grinned when I heard a low moan of approval above me.
I was warm and relaxed and content.
There were large, comforting arms wrapped around me.
I wearily opened one eye slowly.
Shit a fucking brick.
I opened the other.
This. Was. Not. Good.
The sun was shining through the cracks in the curtains, which were swaying gently in the warm breeze coming from the open window. The arms of the most beautiful naked man and very definition of sex itself were wrapped around my own very naked self, spooning and I felt blissfully content. To any other person this would be a delight to wake up to. For me to wake up to this meant I was up shits creek.
I never, ever fell asleep with the guys I had sex with – it wasn't me, it wasn't what I did. It was too personal, the morning after encounters were always awkward and I'd rather avoid the painful situation altogether.
Sleeping together was fine, it was simple, it was easy, if was freaking mother nature. Sleeping together on the other hand, and spooning for that matter, was an altogether completely different thing, it would lead to "call me"s and dates which then lead to serious which would inevitably lead to messy and complicated and that just wasn't shit that I wanted to deal with. Therefore, my solution was easy – you sleep with a guy, you have some fun that you both enjoy and may be worth something to brag about later (though in many cases that would not be the case), you wait for the dude to fall asleep then you get the hell out of there, leaving the pair of you both sated and on his part – leaving you in almost dreamlike part of his brain, a distant memory of the mysterious girl who once rocked his world.
So this shit wasn't good. And I felt weird. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body because of the arms wrapped around me, and the tingling didn't have anything to do with lust. I felt like I just wanted to stay there, like I could just close my eyes and happily fall asleep right there and then, I didn't understand, it was confusing me and that was freaking me the hell out.
Edward started to stir behind me. Thank fuck he didn't wake up but his arms pulled me closer to his chest and tightened around me. The realisation that this didn't make me uncomfortable was the motivation to get the fuck out as quickly and as quietly as possible.
It scared the fucking shit out of me when I looked back at the peacefully sleeping Edward, stood by the door in yesterdays outfit and sex hair enacting the oh so familiar walk of shame, I felt a tightening in my chest as I realised this was the last time I was ever going to see him.
I sprinted out the door not daring to look back again.
I've never written a Bella quite like this before so I'm hoping the characterisation is being portrayed okay. Anyways, let me know what you think!