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Self Control	By : smcbelle Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 13270 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Time alone together was our gift. We needed to use it wisely.

I was absolutely shocked at how much more fierce my attraction to Edward was in my new vampire state. His beauty was even sharper in my vision. His scent was ferociously delicious in my nostrils. He seemed to exude a powerful aura of sex appeal that overwhelmed every inch of my new body.

And now, standing in our new little home, I could hardly contain my all-consuming desire to absorb him into me and take full advantage of my newfound sensory abilities. I stood, gazing wildly at him, from the other side of our unnecessarily large bed. My breathing, though steady and even, was deep as I tried to smell every molecule of his sex.

Edward smiled at me with that gloriously crooked smirk of his from across the room, and he raked his fingers through his bronze, always-mussed hair. I closed my eyes slowly and found myself grinning a bit to myself. It was all so very ironic. When Edward and I had first made love, it had been him struggling to contain himself, trying hard to not physically overpower and hurt me. Now, it was my turn. I was stronger than him now, and I feared that in my raw desire I'd be far too powerful. I thought with amusement that, tonight, we'd be giving a new meaning to the concept of “rough sex”.

“Bella,” Edward murmured, his voice low and velvety. I opened my eyes again to see that he'd very quickly disrobed and stood there in his nude glory. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him fully naked for the first time with my new eyes. I knew in my heart that it was my Edward standing before me, but... well, if I'd thought he was a marble statue before...

The very sight of him was all it took. I whipped my own clothes off faster than I ever thought I could, and I saw him marvel at my new physique. Being changed to a vampire had shifted some of my facial features, and it had changed my body as well. My waist had been slightly slimmed, giving me a more hourglass shape. Meanwhile, my breasts had been enlarged and were perky, round, large orbs. If I was still a human, I would have sworn that anyone with breasts like mine had received a serious breast augmentation operation. They were too round, too perky, and too smooth to be natural.

I saw Edward's eyes square onto my chest, and the light that flashed across his amber irises was undeniable. I chuckled quietly, touching my own hard nipples with my newly long, slender fingers. I quivered at my own touch, wishing they were his fingers instead of mine. I moaned out loud and reached a hand down to my silken quim and felt my eyelids droop heavily as my head lolled against my shoulder. From the corner of my eye, Edward reached his own hands down to his cock, fondling his balls with one hand as he began to slowly stroke his growing length with the other.

I couldn't take it anymore. So much for self-control.

I took one step back and leaped over the bed, pulling him roughly back onto the mattress in one fluid motion. I laughed at my new skill, and amusement crossed his face as well. I giggled, my voice a twinkling set of bells, and I deeply inhaled his scent again.

“Edward,” I groaned, “I want you now more than ever.”

He raised his eyebrows at me. “Likewise, I'm sure,” he assured me. “But, Bella, you must remember your strength.” He smiled sheepishly, embarrassed. “Don't hurt me,” he implored.

I giggled again, nodding my promise to him. I wouldn't let things go too far. Hadn't I already demonstrated an astonishing level of self-control for a new vampire?

Edward lay on his back and I allowed him to sweep me on top of him. I placed my legs on either side of him and leaned down to kiss his neck. I noticed again with gleeful wonder that his skin was no longer cold to my touch. He felt... normal. This whole experience, though I knew it was happening at an unnatural speed and with a ridiculous level of attraction and power, felt completely normal and natural to me now.

My lips melted onto his skin, and I let my mouth open more widely. I peeked my tongue out from between my lips and used it to lap firmly against his long, smooth neck. He tasted as delicious as he smelled, and my moan vibrated against his skin.

Edward's hands traveled to my waist, running a continuous course along my ribs and against the sides of my excited chest. His touch felt sweet and gentle to me, but I knew that this was the same touch that bruised me as a human. The thought amused me in a perverted way.

My own lips migrated onto Edward's, crushing against his mouth, seeking the deepest kiss I'd ever felt. He let out a little yelp, and I knew I was pushing too hard against his face. With an apologetic grin, I let up on the pressure. Edward's hands guided me ever-so-slowly onto his cock, and I nearly shrieked with pleasure. This time, he was warm inside me, filling my tight orifice with unfathomable hardness. I nearly stifled my cry before remembering that I was allowed to make noise here.

I pushed myself up and sat low on my knees astride my handsome husband. I grasped both my breasts, smiling at the fact that they didn't come close to fitting into my hands. As I arched my back slightly and continued to stroke and fondle my own chest, I used my legs as leverage to oscillate Edward's long cock completely in and out of me. I was moaning constantly, not stopping for breath, before I realized how quickly and powerfully I was moving. I glanced down at Edward to see him gazing up at me, his eyes wide orbs of delight. He was grinning widely, grunting rhythmically and holding tightly onto my thighs.

It felt splendid, but I worried dully about hurting him. I wrapped an arm around Edward and pulled the pair of us into a more standard, missionary position. Astonished at my new, seemingly boundless flexibility, I pulled my ankles up and left them beside my face, my thighs resting comfortably against my stomach. Edward smiled that irresistible lopsided smirk and pushed himself back into me. I clutched at the sheets as he thrust into me over and over, struggling to not rip the sheets to shreds. The sensations of intercourse were so much more magnified as a vampire, I thought absently as I gazed with an ever-unfulfilled longing into the eyes of my husband.

After just a few moments, the constant grinding against my clit and g-spot were far too much to bear. My pleasure mounted far beyond any level I'd ever felt before, and when I finally toppled over the edge, my orgasm lasted an impossibly long time. My muscles clenched over and over against the firm shaft of Edward's thrusting cock, and I heard him cry out fiercely at the sensation. I knew that the rhythmic contractions were probably far more firm and strong now, and I smiled selfishly, knowing that even my orgasm pleased him more now.

Then, after a split second, I felt his warm juices spewing into me, an impossible amount, leaking back out onto the sheets and, I thought with amusement, making a huge mess. His thrusting slowed, still feeling wonderful even after my unfeasibly long climax. Eventually, he pulled himself out of me and collapsed onto the mattress beside me.

I curled my leg around him and cuddled up into his shoulder, just like I always had, and sighed happily.

“Mmm,” I mumbled. “I'm sorry I couldn't wait, Edward. It would have been great to lose my virginity as a vampire.”

Edward laughed. “Yes; it's probably good that I didn't have sex in 1918 as a 17-year-old human. Something tells me that the teenage awkwardness, coupled with the views of the times, would have ensured that such as experience would turn me off sex forever.”

I shook my head, chortling. His old-fashioned speech still amused me at times. “Are you proud of me?” I asked.

“I'm always proud of you, love,” he assured me.

“Do you even know what I'm really asking?”

He was silent for a moment. “I really despise not being able to read your mind, Bella. It irks me.”

“So sorry,” I apologized sarcastically. “I mean, are you proud of me for showing so much self-control?”

His laugh was hearty now. “Yes,” he finally admitted. “I think you showed more restraint than I did.”

“I didn't hurt you?” I asked, worried.

“No,” he promised, kissing the top of my head. “In fact,” he said, his voice sly and seductive, “I could go again right now if you really wanted to.”

Ah, yes. There was that. Vampires didn't tire, and we could make love 24/7 for all anyone cared. If not for Renesmee, I'm sure that's what I would have done.

“Well,” I capitulated, “Maybe just... one more... time...”

Before I could say another word, Edward muffled my speech with savage kisses. I could get used to this.
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