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by bluegrey atticus
If it's the forbidden that touched your life, will you touch it against the odds? Things once forbidden can be un-forbidden, can't they?
The signal is subtle, we pass just close enough to touch
No questions, no answers, we know by now to say enough
With only simple words, with only subtle turns
The things we feel alone for one another
There is a secret that we keep, I won't sleep if you won't sleep
Because tonight may be the last chance we'll be given
We are compelled to do what we must do
We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden
x The Secret's in the Telling, Dashboard Confessional x
Dusk and Summer, 2006
I needed to get out of there. Fast.
"Well, Mr. Cullen, I want to extend this institution's gratitude for being a vital part of it, especially during our rough time. Good luck with your studies and we hope that you'll be more successful in your life. It's a good thing that you'll pursue your career. Not everyone has the brains to go to that minefield."
It felt like I was graduating from high school all over again as the whole faculty was gathered in the function area. That day, I filed my resignation, as the academic year was already on its end. In addition, I had decided to pursue my studies in Brown for the coming year, a probability that came true since I had saved money from the teaching stint.
"It's my pleasure, Mr. Green," I replied cordially to the balding principal.
It really was. Though there was the tedium of the teenage drama, some parts of my teaching in Forks High School were worth the burden. A part, if I would be honest.
Emmett, my friend who recommended me in Forks High School, stage-cried and I could be rolling on the floor for the comical expression he had on his face.
"I'm really going to miss you," he said, giving me the infamous McCarty bone-crush, erm, I meant hug.
I hugged him back.
"Me, too, Em. I'll really miss those mornings when I have to make coffee since you can't make a palatable one of your own. And also, those days when I have to wait on you for hours when you see Rose. I'll miss those days, Em," I noted sarcastically.
We just grinned at each other, knowing well it was a jibe. It was not like we were not seeing each other even outside school.
"Don't worry, Ed. I'd still call you when I can't find my pen or something," he answered. "I'll find a way to get you."
The room laughed at our exchange, with my friend's booming voice topping them all, still. When the fits had died, Tanya Denali cleared her throat, preparing to say something.
Emmett and I exchanged glances. He had been my friend since we were children, my best pal in that sense, and as a friend, he had been knocking some sense in my brain when I would be short of noticing some things. He once—okay, maybe not once—told me how Tanya and most of the females within the area seemed to be throwing their selves on me, if I may toot my horn a bit. *Toot*
Not that I noticed or that I cared to. I just brushed those off. Like, whatever, I didn't care. It was not that I was anywhere near uncertain of my sexuality. It was just that I was not attracted to her in any level or to any woman in particular before.
However, Tanya was a bit persistent and it was getting to my nerves. Since I had no more reason to stay in Forks, her presence alleviated my decision to leave. I cannot comprehend why she thought I meant the opposite of whatever I answered to her. Like yes for no and things as such. I braced myself for whatever was coming from her.
"Well, Edward, since you're already here," she drawled, dragging my name like a purr. I cringed inwardly. "Why don't you spend the day and officially finish the year. I'm sure the students would love that."
Yes, the students would. Subtle.
There were still tons of my belongings at home waiting for my arrival but I had decided earlier that those could wait.
"That's his plan, actually, Mr. Green, if you don't mind," Emmett butted in, speaking as if Tanya was inconsequential to my plan. Which she really was, actually.
There was a chorus of answers before the old man could answer. "Of course, Mr. Cullen. That would be very fine."
With all the fanfares that followed being done, I rushed to my first class that last day, as it had always been for the past months; the same exhilaration pumping through my veins every step of the way.
Idly, I wondered if I should tell the class but ended not doing so, since there was so sense in it after all. They were graduating. Something they didn't know would not hurt them. Better it be that way.
I was already getting accustomed to the happy faces of the students who were greeting me. Yes, I knew they were doing that—the greeting and all—under some purpose they can deem favorable to be on my good side, but actually, despite all my qualms, I knew I would miss this. I would miss being stopped on my tracks along the school hallway with cheerful greetings, even those inane questions of the guys when I passed by their lockers. To be honest, I had even made friends with some of them, getting close to them. It seemed unethical, but really, I was not far from their age. I found teaching these students to be more effective when they were not cringing on their seats and about to bolt for the door at any moment or when they were not tuning you out or rather wanting to just count the dust instead of listening to you.
As I reached the door of my first class, I looked around me, taking in the atmosphere for the last morning I would be seeing it, savoring it, taking everything in memory, before walking inside one of my favorite classes.
"Good morning, class. Kindly pass your essays," I said in one beat, barely being twenty seconds inside the room.
I looked around the class, subtly and covertly looking, making my surveying something not out of the ordinary as I searched for her. I stopped dead when I saw her figure. Fortunately for me, the class was not looking or else my face could have had made it on the school's yearbook as the expression of the year.
What the hell was she wearing? I was going to be dead. Really dead. That was for sure.
You see. I had this dilemma. There was this gorgeous student who had unknowingly caught me with her charm.
Not only was she gorgeous and smart. There was this grace with how she oriented herself whenever I saw her, and the way she spoke to me during those privileged moments I had gave me some peek into her soul. She was like someone of my age trapped in teenage body. Well, a gorgeous one at that. And not that we were worlds apart. It was just four years.
Unlike most of the teenage girls in the school, she never threw herself to me—a big surprise on my part, if I were not to sound arrogant—causing me to be intrigued by her. That made us less awkward of being closer. We ended spending some time together, chatting away during PE classes or whenever I saw her at the library, cafeteria, anywhere. Little did I know that I would feel something more for her in the process. Maybe not that love. Maybe it was. I was unsure. And I knew it would scare her. It made things difficult for me to get her off my mind. As time passed, I grew attached and sometimes, I even watched her from afar.
And that was just… downright unethical… as I had mentioned earlier…
I was brought out of my thought by her gaze—a contrasting color from her white complexion, big, round chocolates on a white canvas. Her color abruptly changed to a fresh rose and it took me some time to realize that she caught me… looking at her creamy, shapely, long legs…
I shifted a bit and was about to pull the front of my pants when she bent over, making me see her—oh fuck me, literally—she was wearing lingerie. I swore her breasts winked at me from the restriction of that skimpy electric blue brassiere. That meant that she was also wearing a blue…
Yey to my favorite color. Damn it. My blood was spiking already.
Shit. Calm down, my dear friend. I didn't want to be in trouble on my last day. Help me survive this. No. Bastard. Why did he have to make an appearance at the right time again? Damn it.
She smiled at me. She fucking smiled at me! And not just smile. It was very coy… and seducing…
Holy, fuck me…
Tentatively, I returned a smile. Hmmm… want to play then? I wanted to play you… Be the prey, my dear…
Oh, shit. Did I just say that?
Very torturously, I made a swift stride to the safety offered behind my desk. There was no way I would stand in front of class with a pole waving at their faces.
I tried to concentrate. I did. But the image of her breasts peeking from those fuck me brassiere were ingrained on my mind. She was just so there and I was afraid I would have to shit in front of the class as I was blabbering about what they wrote.
Trying to buy myself some time, I had the class occupy their selves on some evaluation. Discreetly, I went behind my desk and tried to rub my… boner… through my already bulging pants. I sighed. When I looked up—hearing some chatter at the back—I was met with her form and it would have caused a hole in my pants. Shit.
Bella was on display to me. Her creamy legs were wide apart, as if she was wearing sweats or something along those lines. Probably that was unknown to her. Cue the twitch down there. And—crap—she was touching herself a bit. I followed her hand and my sight ended on what I deemed was her underwear. I took note, it was indeed electric blue.
She started and ended my private show, looking around for any audience. Again, she caught me but instead of flushing, she just looked down. But based on what I saw, I thought her cheeks were lifted. As if… smiling.
I want to fuck her.
Wait. Calm down, Cullen. Damn.
Then, not only were the color of her undergarments electric. I was hyperaware that the confines of mine—the ones confined by mine—were also. Electric. Raging. Drat it.
When I ended the class, I was not oblivious that she was approaching so I made an act of arranging my things, looking anywhere but her to calm my tense muscles. She greeted me with that purr in her voice, teasing, knowing I was staring at her all along. I made a quick reply and went out of the room as fast as I could. My voice came out rough. I really needed fresh air.
I needed to get out of there. Fast. That seemed to be my running line for the day. Get out. Fast. Crap.
To my great dismay, Tanya was the only one at the faculty area when I entered, and I made an about-turn before she even saw me. But damn, she had radar.
"Edward!" Her voice was like the screech of her long nails on a chalkboard. Maybe she even did that when her students get rowdy.
I turned and greeted her with the best smile I could muster.
"Hello, Ms. Denali. Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked rather innocently. But then, I saw her smirk and I was old enough to understand the innuendo she perceived. Crap.
Before she could exhibit her boa constrictor qualities, I took preemptive action.
"My apologies," I mumbled as I reached for the phone in my pocket. "Mom? Yeah, I'll be home in a few. I'll be sending some early. Yeah, yeah. Of course not. Don't worry, just a little more and I'll be home. A moment, mom…." I made a show of covering the mouthpiece of my phone. "This can take long, sorry. My mom had been calling me effusively. What was it again?"
She was evidently put out. "Well," she began.
"No, mom… Just some sec, 'kay? Of course, I love you mom… There's just… Okay… Thirty seconds? Please? Thanks. 'Kay, hold on," I interrupted, acted rather, glancing up on Tanya's gritting expression. I hoped it was not a futile attempt.
Apparently, it was not.
"Nothing," she gritted. Hey, it was my mother she was getting pissed at. Great, right? "It's really nice knowing you. Hope we'll still have communication after this."
"Sure," I answered in my patronizing tone.
I held on with the charade of talking to my phone as I walked away, in case she was still within hearing distance. I may not like her but I was not rude enough to hurt her like that. My mom did not raise me to be such a douche.
As I had already reached the school yard in my inane charade, I saw Bella walking with her friends, probably off to their next class. It did not evade me that the horny male teenagers were ravishing her with their gazes, following her as long as she was in sight. It made me angry, as if I had the right to be, as if that was an opportunity only for my eyes to behold.
"There she is, mom… A girl who has been driving me crazy in every sense… You know, you'll like her; she's what you would tell me to be ideal… But I guess I'll need to find someone else…" I had a monologue to the ever off-at-class phone.
Some time later, I made an early trip to the cafeteria, since my plan to burn my butt in the office was thwarted by Tanya's presence. The cafeteria was not bad for a hide-out anyway, as it can house the whole student population. Since there was always drizzle and snow in this little town, Forks, the school had adeptly decided to build something that could protect their students. Thankfully, they did. She seemed to be in need of protecting; with that translucent skin that seemed to give her little defense… And… just what the hell, Cullen.
Was it my desperation and the looming 'this-is-the-last-day-you'll-see-her' thing had me thinking of her all the time?
Maybe. It probably was.
Desperate to veer my thoughts away from her, I buried myself in reading Doomed Love and I became so engrossed that it escaped my notice that it was already the kids' lunch time. Booming laughter and obnoxiousness started me and I lifted my gaze only to see Bella with her peers, flanked by Mike Newton and Tyler Crowley. I wanted to exit by then, not about to undergo her torture, but my curiosity got the best of me.
As I watched them—or rather, her—settle their selves to a lunch table, there was something comical with the way Bella was deflecting the two males. There was this irritated but enduring expression on her face that she seemed to be contemplating whether she could hit the guys but seemed to be afraid someone may see.
I decided to go back to my previous occupation but my mind was wandering again, sending me down paths leading to her. Suddenly, I found myself listening to the banter near me, instead of focusing on Virgil's greatness. Mike commented on Bella's utterly breathtaking attire as if it was for him. How lunatic.
"You know, Newton, mirrors are not that expensive. Try to purchase one, 'kay?" Bella hit back.
I had to chew my lip to keep from smiling. I would have guffawed with her witty remark. That's my girl… Oh, yeah, Cullen. Dream on.
"Really? You think that of me?" She replied to another jibe from Crowley, it seemed. "But I was thinking that advice applies to the two of you, too."
I had to really grin this time, looking directly at their table. The laughter and scoffs which shook nearly half of the cafeteria drowned what Stanley was telling her. Suddenly, I was having another private show from Bella—she was like doing a strip tease in front of my very eyes. And all I was looking at was the contrast of that fucking electric blue on creamy white. And something else was definitely getting blue and will drop off if I didn't get out of the place fast enough.
For the fucking third time! Get out. Fast! Damn my life!
There would be no way the teachers would let me home early so I ran to my car like a bat out of a cave, not in my mind to drop by the office first. Not bothering to bid my farewell to my colleagues, I drove home like there was an emergency. And there surely was. It was now or castration. I just made a swift call to the admissions' office, where there would surely be someone to answer me without having to wait. And waiting was so out of the option.
"Good day. This is Forks High School, Washington. How may I help you?" Ms. Cope's familiar voice answered, serving like an answering machine and almost sounding like one.
"Good day, Ms. Cope. This is Edward Cullen," I said almost through my teeth.
I was almost near but I cannot help it. I paused on a curb and opened my fly, freeing my already painful erection, and then speeding again through the freeway. I was tempted to relieve some of the tension but I was afraid the school registrar would take my sounds to be offensive. If it would be in another way, the opposite way, I was not about to risk it.
"Oh, Edward, what is it?"
"I'll just leave a message for my PE class, which is after lunch. I'm… I'm not feeling good so I'm already on my way home. They can play for the time being… Just have a good time and all… They could take off early if they have something else to do… I was hoping you could pass it along… Er, thanks." I was gripping the wheels already.
"Of course, of course. Is that all?" she asked. Damn. Damn. Damn.
I exhaled in a gust. "Yes. Thanks again."
With that, I slammed the breaks of my Volvo and rushed to the bathroom of the house. With a swift movement, I had my pants and all clothing off, my back against the cold tiles as the hot water trickled down my skin. I groaned aloud as my hand made contact with my painfully erect penis, vigorously rubbing my shaft. Even at that moment, I imagined it was her—I imagined it was Bella—who was relieving me of my erection which she had caused. I imagined it was her little hands closing around my long and thick shaft, sending me to the edge of sanity.
"Fuck! Bellaaaa!" I groaned as hot come spurted from my penis onto the wall opposite where I was resting my weight on. It was so powerful and violent that I really shook with its force. It flowed relentlessly and all I could do was scream her name in ecstasy.
I was about to slump on the floor but the thoughts of her that I had plus the heat in the shower brought by the water did not help me. Soon, I was imagining Bella and her hot mouth kneeling in front of me, stroking my already hard dick before torturously taking it into her mouth. I was again pumping myself harder, like my hands would get calloused, but my mind was betraying me by supplying images of her doing me the head and in various other positions I had fantasized of taking her. My penis jerked off again, sending my mind in frenzy, making my body ripple in convulsion. If only that amount of exhibition could take me to orgasm of that level, I wondered how it would feel to be really feeling and filling her. The way I would be able to hold those promising boobs of hers, the feel they would have on my palms, the way her nipples would react under my touch…
And on to that promise land… When she would arch her back and dig on my skin as I ferociously pound her p…
Please, Cullen. Damn it. You would never get out of this room forever.
After more than thirty minutes of bliss and torture inside the bathroom, I finally made it out. I took evasive action, though, dousing myself with hot and cold water. But the promise of another trip loomed so I padded around the house only in pajamas. I sighed and slumped on the couch, resting my head on its cushion.
Well, Edward. Let's face it. Stop the fantasies.
Yeah. For all I knew, she may be doing it for someone and I just got in the way of whom those were supposed to be for. Enough of thinking myself of these what ifs. The thought made me irrational for it made me sad. I pushed my butt off of the seat and continued my packing.
As I was juggling a box of my books and other home decors, a set of knocks rang from my door.
Huh, that's weird. Who would that be? I pondered to myself.
Maybe it was Emmett, I thought, and thinking of how he could get impatient at times, I rushed to the door. I had lived with the house unscathed. That shall remain unchanged even at the last minute of my stay. Not a dent on the surfaces, a drop of blood or anything. Carefully setting down the box, I made my way and opened the door, revealing the form I was trying not to think of.
"Oh, Bella." Nice greeting, my dear brain.
She stood outside of my door, her hands frozen in mid-air of a knock. She blinked, waking out of a stupor that had brought her to my door, causing me to smile.
"Uhm, uh, hi… uh," she stuttered, looking down at my slippers.
While I enjoyed her blush, I realized we were just standing there, with me half-naked. Jeez, I can be an idiot sometimes. That sometimes, especially when I was around her.
"Oh," I blurted. I took the satisfaction of making her start before inviting her in.
She hesitated, her eyes zooming behind me that I wanted to ask her what she was thinking.
"Am I not bothering you? I mean, is anybody there?"
"Well, actually…" I held my tongue, taking a joking moment to appear I was busy or something. I took a chance of glancing at my things; I still had things to pack. But… "Wait, Bella. That was a joke. No one's here besides me and now… you," I found myself almost shouting when she misinterpreted it and was already leaving. That was close.
We went inside and that was when I remembered the physical situation between me and Bella. I made a quick trip to retrieve a shirt, the like of my blue pajama so I can subtly hide my already present boner. However, it was doomed so I took solace from the kitchen counter. I asked her why she visited. And that was stupid. She fidgeted with her answer.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen. Teaches me not to listen to gossip." Bella was utterly embarrassed and I just focused the spotlight on her. How she hated that. I was not unaware of that chagrin in her voice.
"Haven't I told you to call me Edward? Anyway, I'm no Mr. Cullen now, just Edward. I just resigned this morning after our class," I cleared as I sat next to her on the couch. I didn't exactly know why I told her, really. Besides, it was not the first time I told her something.
She seemed elated, based on the smile that she was surprisingly not hiding from me. Then, she didn't answer nor say anything until I heard her murmuring something. I strained to listen. It seemed to me that she was berating herself. I was having a whiplash all the time.
"…This is the only chance I could have and I'm so not going to waste it! It's just your hormones and you're deprived! Now, get your ass up and go home. This is so not going anywhere… Go home yourself. I'm here, in his house, with no one else around and he is not my teacher anymore. I would be Bella and he would be Edward. Woman and man… You're not a woman. You've never even had a boyfriend and you're dreaming this high? Time for…"
I realized she was having an intrapersonal chat… with two opposing sides. And that she was doing it aloud.
"There would be no rules to be broken, if there are any that could stop me. Besides, I never had a boyfriend because I never wanted anyone before him. Who cares if I'm a virgin? We both are."
She struggled for words. And against the confusion I was experiencing, I found myself more aroused that I was on the edge if she would notice it.
"But it's wrong – I understand if you don't like him. It's n-not like I don't – …love him."
I deftly but subtly brushed along my already tenting pajamas. It was getting harder for me to breathe and her proximity to me made me devoid of rationality.
"...both do. Will you leave this place with no assurance of ever seeing him again? …And of course, you wouldn't leave. Not that you can't; you also don't want to. Admit it. If you could have your way with him, you'll do it right here, right now, on this couch, on the floor, on his kitchen countertop. You'll want to accomplish our sexual fantasies. You'll beg him to take it. You love him enough that you'll be his slave. End..."
… Love him…
You love him.
I was stunned with her admission. And it seemed to pull back the veil that was hanging between us. Like we knew we were calling each other but neither of us would stare at the truth. That was it. I was gone and not turning back. I was so turned on.
Bella seemed to snap out of it and I scampered in my brain to say something but all I had mustered was a simple "Wow". She looked at me, her eyes wild and surprised as he took in my form.
"So, the bad side won?" A smirk managed to escape my lips, but then it got deformed in a bit when she flushed and got up. I didn't know but I held her, disenabling her to leave. I was already on my knees, nuzzling her neck. I cannot fight against my needs. And I was craving for her. Badly.
"Don't look at his face, don't look at his face, don't look at his…" She was breathing hard.
"Why not?" I asked. She stuttered, asking to leave. "I was rather betting on the other one. She's right in a bit; this could be your only chance."
She gulped and the action never escaped my vision. And this little movement trailed my eyes on her sinuously sinful neck, causing me to swoop in and suck on her pharynx repeatedly. She made a huge intake of breath, and it was turning me on even more. Her moans went straight to my boner, which was barely grazing her leg. Suddenly, she convulsed under my touch and I realized she just had an orgasm.
SHE JUST HAD AN ORGASM. ! .
I can make her feel better than that. If she had already come with just kisses, I wondered how she would be when I pound her…
It was wrong. It was wrong. It was so wrong. Stop it, Cullen.
That was what I was trying to convince myself. But having her like this, without any barriers between us, no hanging hazards. And everything that was happening between Bella and I was… just so right. I cannot stop myself. And neither did Bella. Her ministrations and moans speared me on; erasing my doubts and making me just stay in the moment.
"Edward," she called my name.
Please, Bella. Please want this to continue. I never wanted it to stop.
Her climax made me high and I could definitely smell her arousal, enveloping me in her essence. When she had regained motor capabilities, she struggled against my hold and at first, I thought she wanted to slap me. But then, she reached for my hair so I freed her and she was moaning and tugging on my hair, making her touches more erotic than I could imagine. She hauled herself to me, causing me to feel more of her. And then we were kissing.
The moment our lips met, there was no turning back. She caught me then and there and I was running and escaping nowhere. Instead, I was running headlong toward it, toward her. My body called for hers and I was moving as a man who loved a woman. As she had pointed out, there was no teacher and student. Or exes for that part. There was Edward and Bella. Me and her. Man and woman.
Her nails were scratching on my scalp, sending the most sensuous tingles to my core. It was exquisite, and I wondered if she had ever touched a man before. It agitated me – the thought if she ever had indeed, raging my mind and painting it with crimson – but my mind immediately trashed the assumption. Of course she was not! But hell, she knew well how to make erotic caresses.
Her ministrations continued, her body bucking against mine. Unbeknownst to her perhaps, she was already grating her hot, soft body with mine. I groaned and kissed her with more fervor; we had been barely in the same room together and I was straining an erection that was fighting against the remaining threads binding my pajama on the crotch.
My hands traveled down her body, along her sides and I did not hesitate to open her fucking loose blouse. I was a bit harsh, so I made a mental apology to her buttons as those snapped and scattered to my floor. But those should not worry. The payback would be better. Without wasting any time, I palmed her breasts, undeterred by her teasing brassiere. Yes, that brassiere that hid the pleasure from me. You're nothing.
We both moaned – her, as she came to realization of what I was doing; me, as the pure elation of feeling her soft breasts on my palm. I squeezed. Hard. Her nipples pebbled immediately and we were both making such erotic noises that added tension to my erection.
I pulled on her nipple. "You feel so damn good. So fucking… damn… good," I whispered through our lips.
She screamed her pleasure and even more so when I sucked on her other breast. I looked at her breasts and it was already filled with my marks, my lips, me. I felt smug. Our breathing was becoming laborious. I groped her body, pushing her flushed against me. My body was zinging with electricity and she was charging me up – and my already painfully hard hard-on. Thankfully, I wore pajama after my earlier trip to the comfort room, which was also brought by the coy vixen that was then enwrapped in my arms and lips.
She shivered and came for the second time when I bit hard on her breast. Her come was flowing, pooling on the couch, proving the intensity of her orgasm. Which I had proudly brought. And was—at the moment—getting nowhere where I wanted it to be.
I pulled her up with me, making my way up without jostling her in case I bump against the furniture. She was still having her orgasm and I worried what that would cause her, how she would feel, so I made a rush to reach where I wanted her to be. She was talking in a slur that I would have barely heard it. But I was intent on listening to what she was saying. Every word from her had become important.
"I'm, I'm sorry w-with your… I could clean it j-just don't ask me to leave…"
What? What was she sa—Oh…
I kissed her hungrily. "Who gives a damn about that couch?" I grunted. "You're not going anywhere until we're finished, my Isabella… and I do business long and thorough." The warning was real. I was unable to reign myself. I did not know if I can still stop.
I pulled her panties out of the way, cupping her as her eruption flowed like there was no end to it. Damn it. She moaned. I could feel her pulsating even more under my touch. I almost threw her on my bed; but it seemed to turn her on as her eyes were no longer the sweet chocolate orbs I knew they were. They were dark pools of quicksand, dark quicksand and I was being pulled under. Roughly, I tore her of any clothing and she laid there before me in all her naked, corrupting beauty. She seemed shy, as she covered herself, making me growl. In return, her eyes blazed and showed no fear – fear of anything, even for the inevitable between us that was coming.
"But you are completely hidden, too," she whimpered, making me draw an exhausted look.
Quickly, I removed my clothes, throwing them around my room. I had never been that careless of my belongings. But those were nothing at that moment. I was already on my knees and devouring her breasts. Her arousal was competing with everything else and my senses were being jarred.
"You robbed my privilege… of taking those off," she mumbled in between pants.
"Later," I promised. On my part, there would be. Many, in fact.
Unable to help it, I went down on her – pulling her with me to the edge of my bed – and was face-to-face with her pulsating heat and fuck it – you bet I would – she was waxed. Bella whimpered when she saw where I was, and with a new excitement, I sucked her bud with suddenness, taking her in utter surprise. Her hands immediately found purchase on my hair, yanking fistfuls and driving me closer to her.
"More!" She was screaming and was thrusting wildly under me. I teased her, making her growl. I was turned on by the sound. I liked it when she got primal. "Fuck it, Edward! Mooooooooreeee!"
"Gladly and with all pleasure, I will fuck you until you're too sore but you won't be sorry," I promised in between licks. I fucked her with my tongue and we both moaned as my ministrations pushed her over the edge. Not a moment later, I used my hands and was pinching her clitoris while also working on her perky breasts. I was determined to bring her to that bliss again.
"Aaaahhh!" she screamed as she came for the third time.
I exulted inwardly, but I would doubt if she did not see how happy I was to make her feel euphoria. Not wasting anything this time, I sucked her dry. My mouth was so there, and I was hungrily eating and drinking all she could give me. Thankfully, I did not have a gagging complex, as her juices were too luscious to waste. No pun intended.
I kissed her hard and long when I had made sure she was not overflowing. I looked at her sex and it was throbbing, red and swollen, making me want to bury my face in her again. Her crimsoned nub was teasing me, like a blinking red light, hedging me not to stop but to dive in.
I needed—wanted—more of her. I was not in a hurry to find my release but then my erection sprang forth and it was painfully throbbing. I pulled her back to the center of my bed and positioned myself on her entrance but I heard her whimper, causing me to pause altogether. Besides, I was unsure – there was a part of me – that screamed I should stop, that I should be sure of what I was doing, what we were doing.
"Bella, are you sure you want this? It's going to hurt." Please say you want this; that was all I was thinking. But I would not force her if she had suddenly changed her mind.
"No, let me think about it. Can… c-can we continue this some other time?" I started at her answer. My mind pirouetted. I did not know what my face looked like to her, but she made a quick rebuff. "I'm just kidding. I've thought about this more than you know and I'm sure of everything. Of course—"
My mind calmed. But my erection did not. I kissed her hard as I penetrated her tight hole. Her legs wrapped around my middle, pulling me in, as if supporting what I was about to do. I was not alone in this want… this need. I was assaulted with emotions but I knew enough that this moment would hurt her, which was evident on how she had frozen underneath me. And I wanted to avoid that. I wanted to bring her pleasure and not pain as much as I can prevent it.
What the hell was I saying again? Damn. I was so confused. I did not love her. Love her like… But…
Think of her, Cullen. Head in the game, not in the ass. She would be in pain.
With that in mind, I moved my hands from where they laid on the sides of her face and made do of stimulating her buds – her clitoris, her breasts, even her sex – so her attention would be diverted from what she seemed to be concentrating on, even for just a bit. The whole act took effort and I vehemently hoped it was worth it.
She screamed as I slammed into her, finally breaking through. At the same time, I persevered with my ministrations and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head. I hushed her, promising the pain would subside and I knew that was true. I would show her I can bring her pleasure… and happiness. There was when I knew we were not just having sex. We were making love. And it did not bother me that it did not bother me. I was there for her. Nowhere near ready for the implications; but I can be. I could be. Just for her.
A pressure pulled me out of my zone, followed by delicious sounds of her whimpers, making me hiss as she moved against my hips. She pulled me back to her for a kiss, cradling my face in her warm hands, and coaxed me to move. I was there for her. It was my duty to bring her joy.
I supported my body. She grumbled as we parted but that was replaced by a keening moan when I slammed back to her. Fuck me, really. The feeling was wonderful. The heat. The wetness. The clamping. The pressure. The essence that it was Bella I was doing this for. I was complete. I pulled her left breast onto my mouth, relishing the feeling again. It was like biting into silk, that was sweet, and was firm.
"Edward!" She screamed my name; it was the way her voice made my name sound beautiful.
"That's it, baby! Scream my name!" I grunted as I pounded on her relentlessly.
And she did. "Edward! Edward, fuck! Fuck me! Harder! Ugh! Harder!"
She met my thrusts and we were colliding on our pelvis. I pounded deeper, harder and rougher that soon she convulsed violently under me, screaming my name. She was almost trashing while I continued pounding on her.
It was a sight. Her breasts were heaving deeply, vibrating as she experienced her orgasm. Her hair was sprawled over my pillow, a beautiful mahogany on my sheets. Sweat dewed on her forehead and on the crease of the valley made by her breasts.
Her orgasm caused her to clench around my length and I exploded with her, taking me to a mind-blowing orgasm. But I continued pounding into her, and she was milking my massive penis. Superb. When I had erupted what was on load, I looked at Bella. My heart welled when I saw her face – still caught in the ecstasy of her rupture and mine. Her legs were loose on my sides but I was nowhere near the end of the night. As I promised her, thorough. She whimpered when I moved again. But it was not one of protest.
"We're far from the done, Bella," I whispered to her neck, taking time to nuzzle as I felt her breath speed up again, before biting down her pulse. I lifted her feet to my shoulders and I caught her eyes going wide as she registered the motion before I slammed into her again.
I leaned forward, not taking being away from her, not feeling other parts of her while filling her. She was screaming my name at the top of her lungs as I went on mashing her beautiful breasts with my mouth. She had not stopped from flowing and it was getting to my abdomen.
"Look at that, Bella. I can see my cock sliding in your dripping pussy," I cannot help but grunt as pounded her, which was indeed flowing effusively. I cannot stop myself as I reached down, between us and squeezed her right there.
Bella screamed and bit my shoulder as she came. And that could have hurt me, but I was not. Instead, I became more aroused that I emptied myself in her again and was secretly pleased. She had marked me. I collapsed on top of her and I felt happy to be there. My face was buried on her breasts and I could hear the beat of her heart, directly at my ears. It was fast, like that of a hummingbird. Our breathing was synchronized, like one instead of two. I was about to ask her if she was alright but she beat me with a question.
"Is that thorough?" she panted.
Our breathing was so labored that I thought she would pass out on me. I could feel the combination of our juices flowing out of her. With a plus. Was it possible that she would still be ready for more?
I chuckled and it reverberated through our still connected bodies, making libido flood my bloodstream again. I had an evil idea and it was fueled when she squeaked as my hand cupped her throbbing vagina. She looked at me, reminding me how I promised her of thorough as she kissed me, and having seen that wanton lust still burning in her eyes, I bit her breast hard, like I was some infant on breastfeeding. Well, I could be. Then again, I assaulted Bella with my genital stimulation, pumping fingers in her hole at the same time I pounded her again. Also, I was pinching her clit, making her trash and erupt underneath me.
I was so elated with the feeling of her juices swirling around my shaft that I never wanted to stop. However, I knew I should stop for Bella as she was getting drained. She barely had the force to meet me but she was trying. It did not matter to me, as I held her and pumped her against me.
I thought she was really out of force. But she had the strength left to pull and squeeze my scrota, roughly palming my buttocks. Fuck. She was a fucker. We both were. I lost it and for the nth time, I spurted inside her again. Where would she be keeping me? It was too much; I was shaking violently, my cock twisting like a live wire, or a snake, as it shot loads and loads of me in her cunt.
Bella smiled when she felt me emptying my seed in her. I flicked her bud again, making her erupt anew. She was so beautiful, even in the afterglow of our torrid and mind-blowing love-making, her face flushed from everything, her breasts an inviting reminder waving in front of me.
I laid on top of her, my arms weak. I was again nestled on her breasts while her embrace welcomed my head. We held each other like that, waiting for our bodies to cool down and for our breathing to normalize. At first, all I could hear was her heartbeat, mine, and our breathing. And then… her voice…
"…You'll just get up and go back to your at the moment empty house? ... Love and lust in one. He doesn't even love you... You're just his… hormonal… teenage ex-student… obsessed with her teacher... But making love is different and he would not do that to you… Now get up and drive home before…"
She was mumbling again, talking to herself. But what were different were the silent tears that were flowing down her face. I found this to be an outlet for the workings of her mind. But hearing her berate herself like that tore me. It was jarring its own place in my soul.
Had she ever loved someone? Had she ever loved a man?
Did she love me?
"I'm not thinking of those things, Bella," I shushed her after dragging myself up to kiss her, my arms tightening the embrace I was enveloping her. She was stuttering, so I soothed her with the words that I knew were true. "Stay, Bella…You're not going anywhere…" I lulled her to sleep and with a hum as her answer, she fell limp on my arms.
I was just content to lay there and hold her, feeling her every beat and breathe. When I thought she was under, I pulled out of her carefully. She was totally spent—thanks to me—that she had barely kept up to clean. But as soon as she felt me move away, she whimpered my name, her still feeble embrace constricting around me. I cannot help but smile.
I wiped her hair away from her face. "I'll be back, Bella."
She relaxed a bit, but her face was still worried. I started collecting the clothes we had thrown around my room. Or rather, the clothes I had thrown. I dumped them on my hamper, making a quick search in my closet for cloth and sheets and a trip to the bathroom. When I entered my room, wet cloth in hand, I stopped.
Bella's brows were furrowed, her palms open and then clutching on my previous spot. And then she whimpered my name again. I watched her for some time before the shock and elation wore off.
Great, Cullen. Watch her naked form. She needed me more than that.
I raised my sheets, not wanting to disturb her, and cleaned her sex with the cloth I brought. Her hips thrust against my hand and it took me some moment to control myself and not pound her relentless awake. I pulled the sheets gently, which was totally dripping, and replaced it with a crisp one, moving Bella on opposite sides I was tucking.
When I had finished, I eagerly went back beside her, spooning her into my embrace and it did not escaped me that her face lightened when she touched me. She turned and nuzzled on my neck, whispering.
"In me… Stay… Don't leave."
I sighed, pulled her closer with a smile and thrust in her again with satisfaction.
As I laid there, with the only woman I had allowed to enter my life, I wondered where this thing between us would lead her. Where our possible relationship… oh, hell with me, I wanted to have it with her. I wanted to have that life I had dreamt of.
There was a part of me—and I knew how dominant that part of me was—that craved for having her for myself, of never having to let her go and be the man who would love her forever. I wanted to have kids with her; I didn't care if she would just want one or a dozen, as long as I would have her. As long as she would be the mother of my child, therein, I'll be content.
But as much as my desire and need for that to be true, I cannot be selfish for her. I just simply didn't care where this encounter would put me, yes. But I cannot say the same thing for her. There was a part of me—and it was a struggling part—that wanted her to stay away, be safe from the scrutiny of the public. As much as it would hurt me, I can risk my emotions and sanity just to see her be able to live in her foggy, little town, walk and drive along its streets without having the necessity of looking over her shoulders with anxiety over hovering people.
Bella squirmed again, and it was not her sensual motions that time that had most of my attention on her. For as she wriggled against my body, she made my resolve, my decision for the dilemma I was chickening myself out.
"Stay… Edward," she breathed, her warm arms hugging me closer. Her breasts grazed against mine, firmly pressed, and it felt so… good… so right.
There was no wasted moment I ever had when I was with her. I realized later that I was mirroring the smile on her face, the cherubic crescent that her plumped lips were forming on her equally angelic face. I wondered what she was dreaming of; idly hoping it was about me that caused her that expression.
"I love you, Edward."
It was soft as a breath but it was all I ever needed. There I was, trapped in the echoes of her voice, rewinding what she had just said.
Would I push her away after what happened between us?
No, the real question was could I push her away after this? Because I knew I did not have any strength to hurt her. I knew I would not for I could not live without her. But were we ready? Was I ready?
The deep breaths filling the room signaled Bella's lack of consciousness. I studied her, just to be sure, before I cracked the silence.
"I'll love you, Bella," I answered her then planted a chaste kiss on her mouth. Her smile widened and I pulled her closer until I fell asleep.
As I had expected, I awoke earlier than Bella. I kissed the top of her head, pulling away some locks of her hair that had matted on her cheeks when she slept. I watched her sleep and she looked peaceful. And there was still the blush of the afterglow in her. She may have been exhausted, though… and… crap, I cannot help but getting my mind in the gutter when I thought that she may have had been too exhausted for last night, with all those. Even though it was still too early, my body made its presence prominent and I feared I may be hurting her.
With the way we were connected, my thoughts channeled down less appropriate musings for an early morning. Her arm draped over my stomach while mine circled her frame. As much as I tried to peel away my devious thoughts, there was no way around it as… I was still filling up Bella. On a sidetracked note, I found it amazing that we were still connected after the night.
Bella's lips were too plump from our kissing. Also, her skin—her neck, her breasts, her lobes, and even her stomach—were filled with my marks. Especially her… damn… her breasts. I wasn't aware that I was that rough with her.
But shit-mate me. I was getting turned on. Who can blame me? It was definitely the best morning of my life… so far…
Idly, I wondered if she would stay longer later in the morning. I was not yet ready to have her go away. Maybe ever. I cannot hurt her. I thought cooking her breakfast could buy me some time so I decide to make her omelets. I tried to pull away, but stopped on second thought of how Bella may react. She asked me not to leave, to stay and not go. I decided to fulfill my promise. I wanted to prove to her that she can trust me. But in the process, I had woken her. I smacked my forehead with the base of my palm. Damn. Then, she was squeezing me. Hard, may I say. Double damn.
I had to smile when she mused if what she was feeling was normal on first sex. It seemed her mind also got fused out, not remembering what she asked me. She squeezed again and I wanted to pull out as my cock was getting more alive inside her. She may be hurting.
"No," I answered her verbal diatribe.
Her eyes flew open. "Ed- Edward? Why was he still inside me?"
I smiled, then explained to her the reason. "I would've loved to cook breakfast for you but I don't want you to wake up without me in. I won't cheat on you by slipping in before you open your eyes," I added.
Cradling her face in between my hands, I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She returned it with more fervor that caused me to smile. I sucked her upper lip in mine, her hands threading through my hair and pulling me closer to her. We kissed like that until she broke for air.
"Perhaps it's time to have some shower," I suggested, hiding my reluctance to get up from where I comfortably was. I got up and offered her my hand. She had taken my hand but she fell back when vertigo hit her. I did not miss the wince she had.
I apologized to her immediately, kneeling in front of her on the bed. "I was so rough… it was just your fir—"
She cut me off with a kiss, assuring me she was fine. "Actually, better than fine," she added. "Would you mind conserving water with me?"
She squealed when I swooped her onto my shoulders and ran to my bathroom. I immediately turned on the shower, setting the hot water. She glanced out to the beauty of my window, a great view of the lake near my house, her back to me.
"Beautiful," she murmured.
"I bet," I answered.
She turned and smiled to me, planting sweet, chaste kisses all over my face.
"We're taking a shower." She broke away and fumbled for the shampoo.
I shrugged and grinned at her before turning a bit sideways and doing my own, shampooing and soaping. At that time, I was a bit worried of what she may be thinking, worried if she would want to leave after this, worried… she may be regretting what we had done…
I turned back to her. She seemed to be having a hard time, even with raising her arms. She was sore. She was in pain.
"I'm sorry," I whispered on her ear, wrapping my arms from behind.
She placed a finger against my lips. "Ssshh. I'm very fine."
"Let me do this." I shampooed her, bathed her. I made sure she was not against it when I soaped her body, lathering the foam all over every surface of her body that I know.
"Fuck!" I suddenly yelped as Bella raked her nails on my back as I was scrubbing her thigh. I looked up at her, only seeing her smiling seductively at me. And then suddenly, she pulled me up through my shoulders and grabbed my cock, which was by then having an impressive reaction. Well, it was not my fault if it acted like an active radar whenever Bella was there. My Bella-radar.
"Really, Edward?" she purred, pulling on me.
I cussed. "Bella, pl—stop!"
She smiled coyly. "And if I don't?" She squeezed my cock, hard. She went down and engulfed me in one swift, making me scream. Her mouth did amazing things, causing me to somersault in my abdomen. I knew I would not last long. And that was proven when she bit me – yes, she fucking bit me – and then squeezed my balls. Feebly, I tried to pull her away before I erupted but she obstinately held on and our movement triggered my orgasm. She swallowed everything I could give and I was beyond impressed.
When my orgasm had subsided, I pulled her up and we kissed.
Hours later found us in my kitchen as we cooked for our breakfast. Well, I cooked while Bella distracted me with her tease. Was it not enough that she was wearing my favorite green shirt without anything else? Why did she have to tease me, flash me? Suddenly, I needed to distract myself before I destruct her again. Damn. It was still too early. We needed to eat.
Randomly, I asked for innocent enough topics. Since I heard it from one of her intrapersonal chats, I asked about her dad, Chief Charlie Swan. She did not answer, proceeding instead with eating the omelets I made for her.
I thought that was innocent enough, which apparently was not. I wanted to apologize, for offending her in any way. But her face told me she was contemplating as she chewed her lip. I let her bid her time.
"For the weekend," she finally answered, picking on her food. "And a bit of the coming week I think."
"Graduation?" I stared at her in confusion.
She refused to meet my gaze as she answered. "He said he'll call today to tell me if he can make it. But I don't think he will. Travelling back home would take him the whole day… and the whole training stuff was sure to last until tomorrow."
That cannot be. She would be unhappy. That was just… wrong.
"In any case, I should be heading home now. Check the phone and all that…"
No! Uhm… "Are you repulsed by me that you want to get away now?" I joked.
She laughed sarcastically, smacking my shoulders, but she was buying herself out of the conversation, using my packing as an excuse to leave.
Go, Cullen. "I'll attend your graduation."
She obviously started, stuttering, "You don't have to. You have important things to do."
I settled myself between her legs, holding her hand between my own. "You're important… I know it's wrong. This may be wrong… but everything about you feels so right for me."
I know where I should stand on this, right? Man up, Cullen. You can do it. The least she can do was to snort; the worst was to sue me. I can handle that.
"Say… don't take this in an offensive manner… but… do you love me?" I asked, doodling on her skin. It was the only way to keep my nerves at bay and not drowning me.
Her eyes gleamed, tears on its brim. "Yes. With all I am capable of." It rang of sincerity.
I needed to be honest. I cannot hurt her with lies.
"I can't say the same," I murmured. The tears brimmed over, spilling on her beautiful face. I hushed her, wanting to explain my side. "Bella, let me finish. I can't say the same NOW. But I'm getting there." I kissed her, washing away the pain I had caused her.
"I like you… very much. And you're important to me. I'm falling fast and hard but I want to tell you those words when I'm sure I really do. You're far too important to be hurt for a jackass like me."
Her reaction swelled in me as she embraced me. "Thank you."
She probably thought of this and I needed to set things straight.
"If you want to get this deeper," I hedged on. She was already nodding vigorously. "Talk would start, though."
I cannot live if she would be depressed of it.
"I don't care, actually, sorry. But we can keep it under wraps until we're far off from high school days," she suggested, her arms worming around my neck.
I hugged her tighter, making myself comfortable on her shoulder.
"I want to… but I would be gone after your graduation… or maybe a few days after that, as soon as Charlie is back." I would not leave her alone. "And I would be studying and so are you. It can be hard…"
She cut in. "Brown."
Her smile was infectious. "I'm going to Brown. I'm attending there for Lit."
Brown? Brown. Brown? Brown!
All I could do was kiss her. I was so happy for her, for us.
"It's nice to meet a schoolmate… and possible classmate this early, isn't it?" I said in between pants.
Her chocolate eyes rounded, utter shock very evident on her face. She asked me for confirmation and when I affirmed it, she squealed and jumped on me.
"I love you! I love you! God, I'm so happy!"
I caught her in a kiss. "I am too, love. Totally eased with that."
As we kissed, the atmosphere around us charged and I can feel the restrain in my pajamas. At the same time, I felt something wet and hot on my abdomen, realizing it was Bella and her nutella. This woman was going to kill me.
But I would die a happy man.
I kissed her with more fervor and squeezed her buttocks before setting her back to the island of the kitchen. I wasted no time, feeling her folds.
"What's this love?" I asked, humping her sex with my finger.
Instead of answering my very obvious question, she asked about what I just called her. Love.
"That's what I've always wanted to call my wife someday. It says all," I explained before pumping in her again. You cannot escape me. You never will. "I'm asking what's this."
She moaned and moaned louder when I took off her shirt. "Edward... E-… It's my pussy… Wet and ready for you… Aaahhh!"
I was already pumping in her, making her scream before she can even finish.
"Bella… Can I have my… fuck… my dessert?" I was groaning as I pushed my fingers deeper in her. I was having a hard time breathing and so was she. Her hips were bucking against my hand, sending me even deeper.
She was already nodding but I wanted to hear her voice. "Say it, say what you want me to do, love," I coaxed.
Her frame trembled. ""Eat me… Fuck it! Me… Edward!" She creamed as she screamed, coating my fingers with her juices.
Not wanting to waste any, I pulled any nearby chair I can reach and latched my mouth on her sex and started double-fucking her with my tongue and fingers. I pumped vigorously in and out of her. Not long after, her body trembled as her orgasm erupted in me. I sucked her. All.
"More," we breathed at the same time as soon as I lifted my face from her swollen clit, making us laugh. She removed my clothing, and her needing not as she was already naked. The look on her eyes as she stared on my penis made me want to bury it in her so I grabbed her butt and ravished her lips before slamming into her. She moaned aloud and it was so arousing that it fueled me to run immediately to our room. Yes, our room.
Sunday evening found us in her house. We were supposed to get there earlier – earlier, as in yesterday night – but we got preoccupied.
I worried that someone might see me in her house but she assured me it would be safe. Her neighbors were already on vacation in San Diego and those were pretty much the nearest neighbor they got.
No, the ride was not bad. As I had to spend it resting my head on Bella's lap. I needed to be out of view. I had the satisfaction of teasing her. Well, I knew it was bad and accident-prone. But what can I do with her beautiful breasts in front of me, clothed by my polo shirt and that delicious sex enclosed by my pants?
Yeah. Not nothing.
Bella gasped as I poked her bare nipple through my shirt, shooting me a glare. I flashed my crooked smile, making her glare at me even more when I played with a lock of her hair. Which was near her breasts. Unintentionally.
I growled when she suddenly had her hands on me. Yeah. There.
"Hey! Hands on wheels!" She just gave me a smug smile, putting pressure on me before letting go.
She stomped on the break of her car, not pausing long enough before dragging me out and into her house. Thankfully, I managed not to land on my face. There were indeed no one around and the night was dark.
We had just been inside the house when I found myself being assaulted against the door.
"You're bad," she growled at me as she worked on the buttons of my shirt. Her lips were already devouring me.
I kissed her back but had to break away. "Bella, Bella… why don't we check the phone first, right?" I reminded her but pulled her against me.
She smiled sheepishly. "Right. Phone calls."
She pulled me with her, flicking lights on as we passed. When we made it to the turn to their kitchen, she paused, and there it was – the phone, blinking at us.
"Why don't you help yourself? Make yourself at home… Do you want anything?" she gestured toward their kitchen and living room.
"Yes." I smiled wickedly, holding her gaze as I walked to the back of their couch, tapping it suggestively.
I loved it when she growled. "Phone calls," was her answer, her voice steeled.
I just smiled, slumping upside-down from the top behind their couch, closing my eyes. The phone beeped. It was on loudspeaker.
"Hello, kiddo…" The fridge opened then closed, making me look up. Bella was in the kitchen.
"I'm really sorry, Bella, but this conference won't be due until Tuesday so I'll probably be back there on Thursday. I'm really sorry… I HOPE YOU CAN FORGIVE ME… Sorry… It's…" Her dad's voice continued the same strings of reasoning and apology. But it was sincere.
I looked beside me when the cushion dipped, only to be greeted by Bella in her naked form. Seeing me looking at her, she stepped over my body, pinning me with her on top. Immediately, I laid properly on my back then soothed her.
She just giggled. "Oh, I love you, Edward…," she said, nuzzling on my neck. "I'm not mad at him, you know… My dad doesn't just make up things. I understand. He had done his part. Of course it would be better if he'll be there but it's okay. This is just about you and me." She sat erect and removed my clothing.
"It's your ceremony tomorrow. You won't be able to walk or sit properly," I warned her.
"I think I can. Trust me," she winked, accentuating her answer with thrusts of her hips.
"I can't believe I'm whipped," I answered in surrender, pulling her to me for a kiss.
"Can I ask you something?" Her tone was serious.
I answered too soon. "Anything for you."
The seriousness faded into a smirk. "I want you to fuck me senseless on every part of our house. On this couch, on the dining table, in the bathroom, in my room, on my bed. I want you to make love to me." She was whispering seductively on my ear, her breath hot scalding against my neck, making me moan.
"Bella," I moaned. I turned us over, switching our positions, directly impaling her without more fanfare.
And together, we accomplished her our list.
The next morning, I was woken by Bella, straddling me on my middle.
"Good morning, handsome. Time for number three on the list." She was pulling me out of bed already.
Instead of really making love, as in full-blown sex, I massaged her in the tub, making her sore muscles loosen. She gladly agreed, as I knew she would need it. Later, after the ceremony, we celebrated at my house. I made sure I had prepared a candle-light dinner for her. After that, we did number two.
This was it. The day I had been waiting for. Well, aside from the day that we finally had each other. I jogged through the hallway outside our room, trying to shake off the tremor that racked my spine when I talked to Charlie and my parents earlier that evening.
"I'm not saying something eerie, don't worry," Charlie started but I was right not to build my hopes on it. "But hurt her and you will never see her again."
It was not the I'll-kill-you threat, but it was all I would ever need to be afraid. Add up what my mother said.
"I won't ever forgive you if you ever hurt her, Edward. She's a sweet thing and don't show yourself here if you'll just leave her." Behind the calm demeanor she had said it, I knew the warning was real.
My sisters, Rosalie and Alice, were also baring their teeth at me. Where was my family?
I took a deep breath before entering our room.
"Hello, love." I nuzzled her neck, wrapping my arms around her.
"What took you so long?" she whined, immediately seeking me for a kiss. "What's your defense this time?"
I kissed her deeply, gathering strength from her. "I talked to your father and my parents."
"About?" she hummed.
"For this." I pulled away and presented to her the engagement ring that I had worked for with my own effort. I had designed the ring, actually. I was not that artsy but I knew what I wanted. They say that a heart ends, so it was not the best representation of love. So I thought, why would it have to end?
I sketched a loop of hearts, a Mobius-strip that formed a heart.
One-sided. As love in my life was only for her and no other woman.
No point where I would tell myself, I had enough or that we were through. Never.
"I was not aware where I was going. I was not resolved why I went to Forks in the first place. But you answered all those queries and all else that came my way. People can judge me all they want and I don't care. No one can judge me for how much I love you. Isabella Marie Swan, I'm sure of my love for you, as sure as I am that it's you I want to spend my life with.
"Isabella Marie Swan, will you please do the honor of making me the happiest man alive? Will you marry me?"
She was crying but there was a huge smile on her face as she accepted my proposal, jumping on me. "Yes! Yes!"
We were almost on our skins, toppling on my bed, when a knock disturbed us.
It was Alice. "Edward, put the ring on first, will you?"
"Continue that after you finish proposing to her," Rose added.
I could hear Charlie's laughter, joined in with my family's. I was happy.
Turning to Bella with a smile, I slipped the ring – which I had encrypted with her initials, as my wife – kissing each finger with the ringed one as the best for last.
"She's got it! Now, excuse us. I still have other things to slip in. Thank you."
Charlie's guffaw stressed my innuendo. He was there. I hope he did not take that the wrong way. Bella was red, smacking my shoulders.
"So, where were we again?" I laughed, pushing her back on the bed.
She was really full of surprises, pulling my erection on her slit after unclothing me. "I think we're about on the slipping part."
And that night, and every day of my life, every moment of my life – as long as we were together, I was happy and I would be.
Especially now, that we would be three. Yes, we were having Anthony in six months. I cannot wait.
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