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It was a rare evening. With Charlie away for a fishing trip and Edward out hunting, Bella was faced with a night completely alone for the first time in months. Of course, Edward had promised to return as soon as he could, but Bella estimated she still had several hours before the vampire would climb in through her window.
She started her evening with an especially indulgent human moment, discarding her clothes in a crumpled pile on the bathroom tiles and turning the shower up hot enough to sting. Under the spray, Bella ran her fingers through her hair and over her skin, every touch building her excitement for an uninterrupted evening.
Bella took her time shaving her legs, under her arms, and the area between her legs. Each stroke of the razor made her skin softer and smoother, and Bella reveled in the feeling of her own skin. As she lathered herself clean, she humored herself, wondering what she might get up to all by herself, but the tingling between her legs and the anticipation in her chest couldn’t be denied. Tonight, alone, Bella was going to masturbate.
She had experimented with it in the past, but to little enjoyment. Her desire hadn’t awakened yet, and her own touch had felt neutral, uninspiring. But now, with Edward denying her this human experience, Bella wanted to sate herself as best she could without him.
And, oh, how Bella wanted to.
Edward’s constant presence was both a comfort and a frustration now. When she woke from a heated dream, her hips still rocking into that glorious friction, Edward never acknowledged it. When she tried to turn their close-lipped kisses faster and hotter, Edward pulled away. And when she asked outright, Edward claimed he would hurt her.
Polite, proper, virgin Edward.
Bella sighed. If he couldn’t help her, she’d have to help herself.
Clean and smooth, Bella toweled off, her motions quicker now with eagerness to get to the main event. She still took the time to moisturize herself, but it only increased her desire to hop into bed; the cool cream was achingly cold against her shower-hot skin, reminding her of Edward’s gentle caress.
Bella slipped under her bed covers and brought the image of Edward’s face to the front of her mind. She sighed again, this time expectantly.
Bringing one hand to her bare stomach, Bella slowly caressed her soft skin. She wanted to take her time with this and show herself the kind of care she knew Edward would give her if he were willing to try.
Her touch was featherlight as it traveled up her stomach. She pictured Edward’s hungry eyes as she ghosted over her own breast. The sensation was muted but heat curled in her abdomen as her thoughts of Edward picked up speed.
Edward kissing her lips. Bella cupped her breast and rolled her palm into the flushed skin. Edward’s tongue on her neck. Bella took one nipple between her fingers and pinched. Edward’s hand instead of her own, touching her breast greedily.
Bella heaved a breath, the idea of Edward touching like that almost too much for her. It was fantasy, pure fantasy, because he would never touch her like that. But in her fantasies… Bella’s knees spread apart as she snaked a hand between her legs. In her mind, Edward needs her. He touches her naked skin and doesn’t apologize for his forwardness. He wants her and she lets him have her.
Bella crooked her wrist so one finger slid between her lower lips, wetting two fingers on herself and massaging her folds until she was entirely slick.
Already, her heart rate had quickened so much that her breathing was shallow and fast. She massaged her hardened clit with two wet fingers, Edward’s golden eyes focused on her behind her eyelids. When her stomach tightened and her pleasure almost peaked, Bella retracted her fingers and breathed deeply, letting her heart rate slow. She would savor this. She was finally alone and could play out all her fantasies; she wouldn’t finish so quickly she didn’t have time to properly enjoy herself.
When her chest stopped heaving, Bella’s fingers explored lower, finding her hole and slipping one digit in easily. She was so wet and so aroused, the finger felt like nothing inside her. Immediately, Bella pressed a second finger inside and exhaled hard.
In her mind, it was Edward touching her with his nimble pianist’s fingers and working her open. Bella gasped and fingered herself more quickly, the two fingers sliding in and out rhythmically. Her image of Edward shifted, his cock on display and preparing to enter her. Moaning, Bella shifted onto her elbow and knees on the bed as one hand reached back to finger herself. In this position, she could almost pretend it really was Edward behind her. He would try to fuck her so gently and controlled, but Bella would undo him. She would drive him to the edge with her body and his love for her until he fucked her with no restrictions, spilling into her at the peak of his pleasure.
“Oh,” Bella gasped aloud. “Edward…” It felt so good, and her abdomen was so tight… She removed her fingers and switched to rubbing her clit hard, her knees digging into the mattress. Edward was fucking her just right… “Edward!”
“Bella!” Edward’s lithe body sailed through the window without a sound and he straightened up in front of Bella’s bed.
Horrified, Bella gasped and threw herself under the covers, pulling the duvet up to her chin.
Bella searched Edward’s face quickly, the heat in her cheeks burning. His eyes were averted, so she knew the damage was done. His quick vampire eyes had caught everything.
“I’m so sorry, Bella,” Edward said finally. “I heard you call for me. I thought perhaps a nightmare…”
“No.” Bella said, but couldn’t say anything else. Her heart was beating painfully hard now, and her face was so hot with blood she was certain it would trigger Edward’s thirst.
Silence.
Bella thought they might die there, neither able to address that Bella had been moaning Edward’s name as she touched herself. Eventually, Bella’s embarrassment faded and her cheeks returned to a normal temperature. Edward stood still as a statue, his eyes on the corner of the room.
When she couldn’t stand it anymore, Bella spoke, frustration coloring her tone.
“Well, I was a little busy before you got here. And since you don’t want to join me…” She eyed the window pointedly.
“Join you?” Edward yelped, his eyes jumping to Bella’s face incredulously. Bella huffed and crossed her arms over the duvet on her chest. The movement seemed to startle Edward; his gaze raised quickly to the ceiling.
“You’ve made it perfectly clear you don’t want to be with me that way,” Bella muttered testily. Her plan to release her sexual frustration was ruined now; first Edward wouldn’t fuck her and now he wouldn’t let her fuck herself either.
“Bella.” Edward’s voice was strained. She forced herself to look at him and found his golden eyes intense as he stared at her. “I want to.” His words were a plea, but he denied himself. “I can’t. I would lose control.”
“Just be with me,” Bella pleaded, her desire for Edward overcoming her irritation. “Be still as a statue, but be with me.” Edward shook his head slowly side-to-side, his turmoil evident in the tension of his body. Bella reached a hand out to him and the duvet slipped, one nipple exposed. Edward’s eyes dropped and quickly rose again, conflict painted clearly on his face. “Just be with me,” Bella said again. She beckoned him and finally he moved.
“How do you want me?” He asked, coming uncertainly around the bed.
Bella’s heart jumped excitedly. She didn’t know how much she could ask for, but she was going to start with as much as she could get.
“Under the covers.” Bella scooted over, conscious of her nakedness as Edward slid, fully clothed, into the bed beside her. “Shirt off.” Miraculously, Edward complied. His careful fingers undid all the buttons of his shirt, and then it was gone, thrown to some far corner of the room. Bella pressed a shaking hand to his cold, hard chest. She trailed her hand over his nipple, feeling the hard peak, and continued until her fingers found his belt. “Pants?” She asked. She knew it was too far, but she wanted it all.
“Bella…”
“We should be equal,” she said quickly. Edward didn’t reply, but his fingers joined hers at his waist. A moment later, the pants were gone. He wore nothing beneath them. Bella was thrilled with this new knowledge of him, but she was distracted by his nakedness. Their nakedness, together! Bella couldn’t believe her luck. If she played her cards right, her fantasies could become real that very evening.
Overwhelmed, Bella threw her arms around Edward and squeezed herself close to him. His entire body was rock hard against her. Her desire came back to her in a rush, and she tilted her hips against Edward experimentally. It was underwhelming, so she boldly swung a leg over Edward’s hips and climbed onto his lap.
“Bella…” Edward warned sternly as she landed near his cock where it lay against his hip. She ground against him desperately, carefully keeping her slick core away from his groin. His coolness made her heat feel hotter, a burning flame that only grew stronger now that she was getting what she wanted.
Gasping against Edward’s ear, Bella whispered, “It feels good.”
Edward’s head turned to her and she caught his lips in a frenzied kiss, both hands holding his face to hers. And finally, finally, his tongue pushed past her lips to taste her mouth. Bella’s mouth opened to let him in and her tongue pushed against his enthusiastically.
A pained moan escaped Edward as his hands tightened on her hips like vices, his chin turning sharply away from her. He froze in place, his fingers still biting her flesh. But he was touching her and he said he wanted her, just like she always fantasized.
“It’s okay,” Bella whispered, dragging her nose up and down Edward’s jawline. “Hold still.”
She kissed down Edward’s jaw and mouthed messily against his neck. Her body shook with excitement, making her movements sloppy. Never graceful, Bella continued her inexperienced exploration of Edward’s throat, collar, and chest, bumping her lips and nose awkwardly against his stony body in her frantic passion. With every inch she traveled, Bella risked accidentally off-balancing herself. She held tight to whatever part of Edward was closest, keeping herself upright above him; she was sure that if she fell off him, it would be over.
As she moved down lower, Bella wondered if she might get to taste Edward—if he would allow her to take him in her mouth. The idea made her shudder. It seemed to wake Edward.
“You’re cold,” he said, and removed his hands from Bella’s hips.
“No,” Bella said quickly. “Just want you.” She remembered he came to her after she begged, and kissed her when she expressed her pleasure. Her brain was working overtime to figure out her next step, how to phrase it so Edward would give her what she wanted. She kissed the top of his abdomen and let her harsh breath spill over Edward’s skin. “Want to make you feel good,” she murmured. “Please.”
She trailed a hand lower, brushing the soft hair covering his groin.
“Ah,” Edward garbled. His hips moved under her, the tiniest shift toward her body. That was definitely encouraging, so Bella wrapped her fingers slowly around his shaft. The skin there felt just like the rest of him: smooth, cold, and so, so hard. She started to stroke him in uneven pumps, her shaking body leaving her without rhythm or finesse.
She looked up his body to read his face. Edward’s eyes were blazing as he watched her and Bella smiled shyly at him. Though his chest was still, Bella imagined he would be breathing just as heavily as she was if he could. Breaking eye contact, Bella nuzzled her face against Edward’s hips and peppered kisses wherever she could reach, moving closer to his cock with every kiss.
When her tongue darted out to taste his shaft, Edward jerked.
“Venom!” He hissed.
“Your semen isn’t going to change me,” Bella rolled her eyes. Seriously, didn’t vampires have any understanding of biology? “I have a condom if you’re that worried.”
“You have a—?” Edward choked.
“Imagine if you changed me by accident from a blowjob,” Bella laughed. “God, Emmett would lose it.” Edward’s face twisted in a complicated way, like he knew it was humorous but also he had more pressing issues at the moment. “Top drawer.” Bella gestured to her nightstand, where Edward retrieved a single condom package.
“Why—?” Edward looked gobsmacked.
“To seduce you with,” Bella deadpanned, pulling the foil from Edward’s fingers and tearing it open. She didn’t mention that Charlie left her a package of condoms outside her bedroom door shortly after the virginity conversation.
She rolled the condom down his cock just how she learned in sex ed class, then waited. “See? Your venom isn’t eating through the latex.” Her faux-confidence was turning into real confidence, so she ducked quickly and licked the head of Edward’s cock. The condom tasted rubbery.
“Oh my…” Edward trailed off, his hands curled into fists in Bella’s sheets.
Encouraged, Bella wrapped her lips around his cock head and sucked experimentally. Her mouth made a loud slurping noise, and she cringed. She took more of him in her mouth, feeling him hit the back of her throat easily. She swallowed around him and breathed heavily through her nose. Looking up, she could see Edward was straining again, but he wasn’t looking away from her. Wanting to please him, Bella started moving up and down, his cock sliding against her tongue with every motion.
“Bella,” Edward whispered. When she looked up, Edward’s fingers were flexing and unflexing on the mattress. She pulled off with a pop.
“Does it feel good?”
“Does it feel good?” Edward repeated incredulously. “Bella, I don’t think I’ve felt anything more pleasurable, including the time I literally drank your blood.”
Bella smiled, and the motion made her jaw muscles ache. It only made her smile bigger.
“We could try something even better…” Bella insinuated.
Edward shook his head, but his eyes looked a little glassy at the suggestion. He quickly pulled the condom off with a pointed look. As much as she wanted him, Bella knew better than to have unprotected sex and Edward was clever enough to have figured that out and remove the temptation.
Undeterred, Bella pivoted tactics. She rose and straddled his hips, then grabbed one of his clenched fists and pulled two of his fingers free.
“Hold still,” she directed, then sank down onto his waiting fingers. Edward’s entire body tensed, and Bella felt as his fingers changed from pliable to stiff with the exertion of becoming statuesque.
His fingers were bigger than her own, and the width of his two fingers stretched her pleasurably. Bella moaned and leaned her head against Edward’s shoulder as he filled her. He didn’t move a muscle, so Bella lifted her hips and sank down again. It ignited every nerve in her body as she moved her hips gently.
“So good,” she gasped, and rolled down onto him harder. “Oh my god.” Bella threw her head back, holding Edward’s shoulders for leverage, and rode his fingers erratically, her thighs burning with effort but she couldn’t stop. “You’re perfect,” she gasped. She kissed Edward’s forehead, his cheeks, his nose, feeling insane with need as she clenched around him. Edward remained unmoving, but when Bella gathered the wherewithal to look at him properly, his pupils were blown wide and tracking over every inch of her that he could see.
Bella huffed happily and leaned back, thinking she should probably give him something to look at since he couldn’t move. Her breasts bounced as she gripped Edward’s legs behind her and fucked herself on his fingers. She rolled her hips in what she hoped was a sexy way, pulling up until just the tips of his fingers remained inside her, then sinking down again with a concertedly slow effort. The heat in Bella’s abdomen teased her, and she focused on it until her thoughts were singularly focused on release.
“I need more,” Bella gasped, coming back up to hold Edward’s shoulders. “Lie down,” she directed him. He came alive again, but only barely moved until he was completely horizontal on the bed. He watched her with hot eyes as she climbed further up his body. “Open your mouth,” Bella whispered. “Tongue out.”
Edward’s pink tongue appeared obediently and Bella wasted no time lowering herself to it. She ground against him, feeling his saliva mix with her slick. Bella shuddered as her abdomen tightened again from the solid pressure of Edward’s tongue under her. She rocked into him desperately, hot and mindless.
“Yes,” Bella moaned as her clit rolled over Edward’s tongue. Despite how cold his tongue was, Bella was on fire and chasing the heat in her belly.
Her thighs clenched around Edward’s face as her muscles spasmed, her orgasm rocking through her veins. She bucked into Edward’s mouth, sliding up and down on his tongue to get a final few moments of pleasure. When it passed, Bella felt like she could collapse overtop of Edward but managed to rearrange herself to lie alongside his body.
“Your turn,” Bella muttered, reaching blindly for Edward’s crotch. Her fingers skittered through something hot and sticky on his stomach and she pulled her hand up.
Edward cleared his throat. “No need,” he said quietly. “I already, um. I—“
Bella burst into laughter. “Untouched!” She crowed.
“Hilarious,” Edward grumbled, eyes averted from Bella. If he could blush, Bella was certain his cheeks would be aflame.
Repositioning herself onto an elbow, Bella took pity on the forever-seventeen vampire and kissed him sweetly.
“I love you,” she said firmly. Still riding the high of her orgasm and the success of her evening, Bella couldn’t help adding, “I have more condoms, you know.”
“Bella!” Edward cried, tormented. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“The little death,” Bella insinuated, raising her eyebrows suggestively.
“Enough of that.” Edward’s face was severe, but Bella could see bone-deep satisfaction loosening his limbs as he pulled her back down beside him. She splayed a hand across his bare chest, noting how Edward didn’t twitch or flinch at the reminder of their nakedness. Instead, his face softened with a smile and his eyes closed as he tightened his grip on her, pressing her naked form even closer to him. “I could sleep,” Edward murmured, eyes still closed. He looked more peaceful and untroubled than Bella had ever seen him.
Bella let her eyes fall shut, too, and she didn’t have to imagine it when Edward pulled her thigh across his lap, effectively positioning Bella in a comfortable half-straddle. The soft interior of her knee pressed gently against Edward’s still-hard (always hard), sated member, a promise of more to come. Bella smiled.
It was a very, very rare evening indeed.