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The Last Night	By : belladonnacullen Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 5950 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Bella, I want to try something, but I need you to stay very still."
I felt Bella's body spring to attention with my request. Her muscles tensed in an effort not to move, but she couldn't stop the rise and fall of her chest, or the steady thrumming of her racing heart. I concentrated these human impulses to the exclusion of almost everything else. I needed them to quell the excitement charging through my body, to bring me back to earth, back to Bella, back to the tender reality of this moment in time.
I pressed my lips against hers. "I don't know if I can do this, so please be patient," I whispered with my lips brushing against her mouth. Bella nodded her head, breathing shallowly.
I moved my lips lightly along her neck, then across her chest. I paused to sweep my mouth over one of her breasts, while gently pinching the other. Bella arched toward me in response, and I offered some resistance. "No Bella. I need to concentrate."
My mouth hovered over her hard nipple, and I held her other nub firmly between my fingers.
"Then don't make it so hard for me. Maybe you should try for boring if you don't want me to move." Bella's breathing came fitfully, even as she tried to joke. "Shall I stop?" I asked, playfully propping my head on my hand, my elbow bent on Bella's belly. I toyed with her nipple with my free hand.
Bella shook her head empathetically. "No. I'll try to stay still."
I rested my head on her abdomen and listened as her breathing slowed. I could feel the diminishing force of the blood pulsing through her descending aorta, and then she ran her hand through my hair and sighed.
I took this as a cue. Dropping my body off of the edge of the bed, I ran my hands down Bella's sides, and then under her ass, holding her gently. I could smell her arousal pierce the air and I had to consciously grit my teeth instead of clenching my hands. I didn't know if this was going to work.
The first kiss on Bella's inner thigh nearly threw me over the edge. I rammed myself into the bed, shaking the frame and knocking it against the wall. It was the only outlet for the force my body was creating. I stopped and listened to Bella's heart, then breathed in her scent, then continued. As my mouth moved up her thigh, the texture of the skin became softer, suppler, and almost silky. I let my mouth linger there, licking, sucking, very gently nipping with my lips over my teeth. I could hear Bella trying to muffle her moans. I felt instantly guilty for putting any restriction on her.
"Bella, let me hear how I make you feel. I can take it."
"Oh, Edward. God," she hissed.
She continued to whimper as I moved my mouth toward her core. Her hips were starting to rock, but then Bella would notice and will herself to stay still. I moved one hand from her ass, and used it to gird her hips, holding her pelvis securely in place.
I braced my body against the bed; it was my only hope of channeling my strength. I moved my face forward, silently cursing the blindfold, until my nose brushed against her center.
"Ahh," Bella breathed.
She tried to move her hips, but I held them down. Very gently, I licked the wetness escaping from her. I rolled my tongue around my mouth, savoring the flavor, until I could taste her in the back of my throat. I used my tongue again to explore her folds, memorizing her feel, her taste, and how she would respond at each point. I pressed myself into the bed and heard it groan as it strained against the wall. Bella's sweet soprano joined the straining iron. Finally my tongue settled on her nub, circling, tickling, and very carefully, kissing her there. I felt Bella fighting my grip, but I held her in place, scared that I might graze her with my teeth.
I took a deep breath and my head was filled with Bella's scent. It filled my nostrils, coated my mouth, and clung to my face. I made it this far; no venom, no contact with my teeth, and only the furniture had suffered my strength. Now was the time. I very carefully slipped my tongue between Bella's lips. Her body shuddered in response as the bed groaned. I ran my tongue slowly back and forth along the length of her, building my courage until I couldn't hold myself back. I plunged my tongue into Bella, until my lips met hers.
"Oh god, oh, uhh."
The bed banged against the wall. My face pressed up against Bella, my tongue stretching as far inside of her as possible, and wave upon wave of warm fluid washed over me, and I eagerly drank it down.
"Edward."
"Yes Bella, talk to me." My lips moved against hers. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders, and tried to move herself into me. The bed shuddered again. I moved my tongue back to her nub and moved my hand from Bella's ass, penetrating her with my fingers. Three fingers arched inside of her, exciting her from inside as my tongue worked on her from without.
"Oh, oh, oh." Bella was pulling at my hair; her legs were coated in with warm honey and sweat. I didn't let up and she clenched my hand over and over.
"God, Edward!"
I was aching, straining against the bed, but holding every other muscle in check. I heard the crack of iron becoming unsoldered, and pulled my body back, before the bed fell to pieces. Still my tongue and hand were in place.
"Edward, Edward, Edwarr..."
Bella was quiet, her muscles relaxed, and with a quivering, the movement of muscles inside of her faded in a wave of warmth. I laid my head between her legs, panting, her legs hanging limply over my shoulders. A low laugh escaped from Bella's mouth and I lifted my head in the direction of the sound.
"See there's nothing you can't do. And thank god for it, because it makes me the luckiest girl in the world."
For the first time since Bella had wrapped it around my head, I wanted the blindfold off. I wanted to look into Bella's face and see her flushed and happy, relaxed. I wanted to see what she looked like when she felt lucky because of me.
"Bella, I can't take this anymore. I need to see you."
As I reached to pull the blindfold from my eyes, I heard a frantic rustling in the bedclothes. I was on the bed and had the blindfold off quickly, and then Bella's face was before me. I cupped her cheeks in my hands.
"Bella, you're so beautiful." I kissed her full on the mouth. "That was amazing, but let's never use a blindfold again." I took a deep breath before sweeping my eyes over Bella's body. But somehow, in the second or two it took me to remove the blindfold, Bella had wrapped herself in the bed sheets. Bella followed my gaze and giggled.
"Surprised? I've picked up a few tricks from you. And don't even think about unwrapping this sheet until we're married, Mr. Cullen. You said it yourself."
Through the thin white cotton I could still see the shadow of Bella's nipples, the angle of her hips, and the dark taper between her legs. But I'd settle for that tonight. We'd pushed things far enough. It was well that she used her words against me.
Bella cuddled up to me, fitting her head in the crook of my neck and pulling her arms around my chest. It was only then that I remembered that I was completely unclothed. But I had been all along. I started to get up to retrieve my pants.
"Where are you going?"
"To find my clothes."
I felt Bella's arms try to hold me in place. "Here, take some of the sheet, but no clothes, please."
She pulled the sheet around me so that it wound around us like an infinity symbol. "Feel better?"
"I'm better now that I can see you," I murmured, pulling her face to mine for another kiss. I let my hand trail over Bella's body through the sheet. This was quickly becoming a habit of mine. It was something that I could do with ease after I was spent, something I could never get enough of. Bella giggled as I ran my hand over her ribs. I brushed my fingers back and forth there and she doubled over laughing. "God, Edward, that tickles." She worked to hold the sheets in place as she swatted at my hand. I let up to pull her body closer to mine.
"Are vampires ticklish?"
"Of course."
"Where?"
"You'll have to figure that out for yourself," I intoned with a wry smile. With that I folded my arms over my head, crossed my legs, and leaned back against the headboard.
At first Bella was tentative as she ran her fingers under my arms and along my sides, but then she climbed on top of me as she swept her fingers over my hips and down my inner thighs. She paused, before half-heartedly sweeping her fingers up the back of my thighs. I squirmed at her touch and tried to keep the smile from my face. But she carefully tucked the sheet under her arm and then really went at it. I laughed out loud while I worked to keep myself still. It was such pleasant torture that my erection throbbed to life.
Bella noticed almost immediately, and found a way under the covers with one of her hands. She lightly stroked, watching me shudder and grow thicker with her touch.
I breathed deeply and bit my bottom lip.
With that Bella's head snapped up and she stopped stroking. "Edward, am I any good?"
"What do you mean?" I gasped.
"When I touch you."
"You must be kidding."
"Well, I have no experience at all, and you've been around."
"I've never been with anyone except for you."
"Edward, do I have to spell it out? You've been with yourself for a hundred years."
"God, Bella, it doesn't compare. What you were just doing was perfect." I was desperate for her to pick up where she left off.
"Could I watch you? See how you do it?"
"Bella, I really don't have that much experience either."
"You mean you never?" Bella moved off of me, and sat on her knees next to me.
"Not never. Just not often." Things had veered off course, and I felt powerless to move back in the direction we were just on. I didn't want to have this conversation. I didn't want to bring shame and guilt into this night at all, but Bella was pulling me toward it.
"Really? Why not? I've been touching myself for as long as I can remember."
I turned to look at her. She was sincere, her cheeks just slightly flushed and her eyes flashing bright in the moonlight. She had been touching herself for as long as she could remember. Images flashed through my head and I felt myself throb under the covers.
"Edward?"
Right, we had been talking about my habits. I should tell her, she would be one of us soon enough. This was part of vampire life, even if it was completely removed from my family. I took a deep breath, sat up and crossed my legs.
"I should explain a little. As a vampire, procreation isn't our primary motivation. We are motivated by the desire for sustenance."
"By drinking blood, you mean."
"Yes. This act is charged with incredible energy, partially a sexual energy. Male vampires almost exclusively drink from females, and vice versa. There is one particular vein in the inner thigh, the femoral vein-"
I stopped when I heard Bella gulp.
"Edward, did you ever do this?"
"No, I never drank from a woman, but-"
"But you thought about it?"
"Yes. I tried not to. I avoided the thoughts as much as possible. But if I ever brought myself to climax, that's what I thought about. It made me so... unhappy, that I tried not to." I was looking at the bed, away from Bella. I couldn't meet her eyes.
"But you never acted on it? Even when you left Carlisle?"
"No."
"God, you're so strong."
I didn't offer a response. My bloodlust fantasies were never born of strength on my part, and my willpower was nothing compared with Carlisle's. Bella was too kind.
"So that's what most vampires are into."
"Yes. When we find a mate the connection is very strong. But otherwise, vampires may go many decades without actual intercourse, as long as they feed to quench their thirst."
"It's not like that with animals, I hope."
"No, not at all."
"So, your family...?"
"Intimacy is very important to us."
I was finally able to glance over at Bella. She blushed as my eyes fell on her and she shifted a little under the sheets. She spoke almost to herself. "It's easy to tell with Emmett and Rosalie, and I know Alice well enough to know. But Carlisle and Esme too? That seems weird."
"I lived with them alone for quite some time. So, yes, even Carlisle and Esme. But I can't tell you how he possibly lasted as long as he did until he found her."
"So you've never made yourself come thinking about actual sex?"
"I didn't say that."
"Tanya?"
"God, Bella, no. Of course not."
"Then who?"
"You, of course."
Bella grinned and leaned toward me. "When was the first time?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Oh, come on! I'll tell you the first time I did it thinking of you." Again, images assaulted my brain, but this time the intensity was magnified. The idea that Bella might pleasure herself while thinking of me had up until this moment been an improbable fantasy. I felt myself throb and I wanted to bring the vision to life, tonight.
But I couldn't do that if it meant bringing up that time in my life. I thought about lying to her, altering the truth of it just slightly. But I could never mislead Bella.
"Please, Edward. My first time thinking of you was in the woods behind Charlie's house."
"When?"
"You were hunting, I missed seeing you, and..."
"And?"
"Well, it was right after I finally figured things out about you. It was right after I decided that-"
"That it didn't matter?" I was stunned. Bella had accepted me from the very beginning; she didn't just want me in spite of what I was, she wanted me because of what I was.
"Right. It was really early in the morning, misty and wet, no one would have been awake or around."
I remembered her scent in the woods when I'd returned to Forks. She was telling the truth. I should as well.
"Bella, I couldn't let myself feel that way about you for some time. The first time was a bit later for me."
"When?"
"When I left you."
Bella winced, but then tried to cover her reaction by pursing her lips and looking down. I reached over and held her hands gently in mine.
"All I could do was think of you. It was the only reason I had to continue on day after day. At that point I decided it didn't matter how I wanted you. I though that all of this would be impossible, and as long as I kept myself from you, I didn't think those thoughts could ever hurt you. So I gave into them, daily."
"And I couldn't think of you at all then."
"You're actually the strong one in this relationship, my dear."
"That's ridiculous."
I snuck a glance at Bella and her eyes met mine. I was searching for a sign that I'd re-opened old wounds, but her gaze was unflinching. I didn't see a trace of the pain that she had once worn.
"Edward, I've forgiven you. You have to forgive yourself."
"That's impossible. I can only hope to learn to live with it better."
We were both silent. The six months that I had forced us to be apart from one another were the most painful times in both of our lives. The consequences of that decision could still be felt whenever Jacob Black reared his head. Bella would always love him in a way that she didn't love me. This caused an ache deep in my chest, and I had no one to blame but myself.
Bella brushed my hair from my face. "Hey, Edward, it all turned out perfectly. We're getting married in about two days now. I'm hanging out here in your bed, naked. And this is just the first time. I intend to spend thousands of naked nights with you. So please, stop beating yourself up."
I smiled back at her weakly.
"Or would you like me to beat you up instead? Maybe you're after some spanking, I could wear leather."
I was shocked and I'm sure it must have shown on my face. Bella laughed, "Is that a no? You don't want to see me in leather?"
I would have been blushing if I could. "I wouldn't mind."
With that Bella dove on top of me and wound her hands around to the back of my thighs. I was afraid to pull away and send her flying off of me. So I bore it, and then gave in to her, laughing. After a few minutes Bella gave up and collapsed onto my chest, smiling up into my face.
I mirrored her smile and ran my hands through her hair. "So what now?" she asked.
"Well, there's something you said you wanted to see."
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