Disclaimer: Meyer owns Twilight, I don't... I just amuse myself by dissecting Edward. muahaha!
Some of you guess who it was, some were as confused as Bella. Now we all know who it is, so it's obvious to know what comes next. It's Hornyward after all...hehe.
"Bella," he murmured suggestively, leaning back into my pillows, "I have a plan."
Holy—never mind, because in the next microsecond, I was thrown on my back, with Edward firmly settled on top of me.
His aggressive and frisky attitude suggested that I had Hornyward at my hands.
Ah… now I get it, why he wasn't telling me.
In addition to that, it was also a good time to acknowledge my completely panicked state of mind.
Because with Hornyward, things always led to one and only one thing…
Now, under usual circumstances, I wouldn't have complained about Edward's forward move, but he had landed me in an awful lot of mess the last time we were close.
I couldn't afford to add to that mess.
Edward uttered a satisfied hum around my jaw as he shifted to place himself more snugly against me.
Oh, and once again, I was cuddling with his erection. I didn't know the basics of greeting a man's manhood, so I just lay still.
Clearly, he was intent acting out his plan, about which I now had an idea.
My mental math did a quick work around this already progressing equation.
Hornyward X Bella + Bed / Charlie sleeping downstairs = TROUBLE
And that's saying something, because I'm terrible at math.
Regardless, this wasn't a proper time for my math skills lamentation routine.
"Shit, Edward!" I cried, or rather whispered loudly at him. "Not the most suitable time for this… this… whatever this is!"
And while I was complaining, my disobedient legs decided to fix themselves around him. Firmly.
This, of course, severely weakened my argument.
"Shh, just a little bit of—what do you call it—yes! Making out?" he urged, prying my hands away from his shoulders and placing them on either side of me.
"What?" I all but squeaked, in a low voice of course.
Surely, only Hornyward could make such an appeal. My united Edward would rather die, I think.
I can't even imagine him saying 'making out.'
That's just so… impolite? Yes, for united Edward it is.
"Bella, I just want to try something, and I don't know if I'll get another chance to do it," he implored, slowly grinding into me. "My intentions are often thwarted by my other parts. Though, I admit, I'm not always noble, but I'm a man, and I wish to be intimately acquainted with the woman I love."
If his actions weren't enough to lull my warning bells, his flowery words nearly did it.
Edward, and only Edward could talk like this, turning everything into poetic verses. Even sex, it seems.
Wait, what was my argument about not letting him have his way this time round?
This dry humping session was damaging my cognitive skills.
"Edward, I-I don't think this proposition of yours… will be liked by others," I reasoned with a weak voice. "Think about the consequences."
Yes, I, Bella Swan, can be the voice of reason.
"Please Bella," he kind of whined, kissing my forehead, "We can explore each other without the added burden of my bloodlust. It won't risk your life. And I don't think that I can ever do again after I'm united, because it will be highly dangerous."
"You mean we can never have sex unless I'm changed?"
Why was I even surprised? It was so damn obvious.
"I'm not asking you to have sex with me!" he argued, pushing away a little, "I mean, it is sex, but I'm not saying that we have to go all the way. Of course, I won't take your virtue away before our marriage is solemnized."
So, I thought then, a little making out can't hurt anyone, eh?
I wasn't really being reckless here, it was just a case of making the best of the given opportunity.
"It would also help us, once we're back together," he urged again, "I'll at least have a little experience then."
"You hardly looked out of experience this morning," I said, fighting a smirk.
"It's the fallout of reading minds, Bella," he replied with his own brand of smirk, much better than mine, of course. "I'm glad that it worked for you. But I'm still a novice, and I need a helping hand here."
His earnest coaxing worked, because I nodded in reply, though I was still quite undecided in my head.
It was strange. What I had been struggling for so long to get from Edward, he was now willing to give me, but now, I was having reservations about it.
Mentally, that is, and that too in a vague, removed kind of manner.
Physically, I was showing no signs of the said reservations, because who doesn't grind back against a gorgeous, well-mannered, and attentive boyfriend?
Especially when he has denied you even the second base for so long…?
How could I resist such a promising offer?
After all, there was every possibility of him going back to his old prude self once he got united.
I think Hornyward feared it too, hence the desperation.
So, was there was a Prudeward as well, hidden somewhere amongst the horde of Edwards?
I didn't get any time to further reflect on the question, because Hornyward was growing more and more aggressive.
Our lips met in a frenzied round of tonsil hockey, and I had to wonder, where were his fears regarding his venom?
Yes, I hadn't completely lost it, a thinking part of my brain was still alive… somewhere.
Though, most of it was concentrating on not making a noise.
Soon, that was nearly dispelled, as Edward removed my Tee in a flash and almost tore through my bra.
"Whoa!" I gasp-whispered, but he didn't let me finish.
In a snap, my bra was unhooked and gone, leaving me exposed to his incessant hands.
"God, it's—it's so difficult to fuh-fricking stay quiet," I stuttered, just about stopping the F-word from slipping out, as shocks after shocks of pleasure emanated from my chest.
His hands were so tender and yet so sensual.
"Bella, so soft, you're like the softest satin, or silk, or simply superior," he prattled, breathing between my breasts while his hands cupped them.
"Th-thank you?" I chanced a reply, and failed.
"You feel simply amazing, I must confess, I can caress and kiss you all day long," Edward continued his liberal praise, teasing my nipples with his fingertips. "It's so frustrating when I'm unable to touch you, to love you like this, owing to my own restrictive sides, which constantly keep me shackled and deprived."
God! Who even needed Romanticward now, when Hornyward was on a ball…
And at least, I now knew that Edward was as much attracted to me as I was to him, that he suffered the same frustrations as I did.
I came to a conclusion that we both needed some sort of relief.
"I know, Edward… it drives me nuts," I admitted, out of breath and out of my dear ole mind.
It was happening again, just like this morning, and I wasn't about to stop it anymore.
One would presume that girls had a better handle over their sexual impulses. I don't know about others, but I certainly didn't have it when it came to Edward.
"I never told you all this before, you needed to know how much you affect me." He looked back at back me, peeking from under his lashes as his fingers brushed against my nipples.
I was tongue-tied, but I replied through my touch, raking my fingers though his crazy bronze hair.
Edward lavished his attentions on my breasts again, with his mouth, that is.
And I was transported back to heaven. Two times in one day, who had thunk?
I was lost to bliss… squirming beneath him, enjoying the feel of his tongue around my nipple, when suddenly, his hand fastened onto my mouth.
Alarmed, I stared into his bewildered eyes.
"Keep your voice down," he warned, tickling my skin with his lip movement.
That was such an unjust demand.
No, not really, if I think about it practically.
Charlie wouldn't appreciate our current position if he happened to wake up, owing to my impressive vocal chords.
I gave him a nod, and he removed his grip on my mouth, replacing it with his lips.
That was so much better…
My self-motivated hands worked to remove his shirt then, which he obligingly did himself.
I bit my lip as he embraced me again, shuddering as our opposing skin temperatures came together.
"Too cold?" he asked, sucking on my earlobe.
I shook my head, but then soon forgot for what I was actually shaking it.
Too soon for my liking, I found myself sinking into the pillows again, without his glorious body around mine.
Unacceptable!
"Edw—" I began complaining, but it died on my lips as soon as realized that my shorts were being removed… along with my panties.
My eyes became like ginormous saucers and my heart sped up, but my body remained limp and frozen.
"Wha… are… you… doin…" I was officially incoherent now, and also very naked.
My shorts and panties lay heaven knows wherever he had thrown them.
A look of unmasked hunger spread over Edward as he appraised me from head to toe.
It was so unlike his bloodthirsty hunger, and yet it was just as raw and untamed.
"Just remain as quiet as you can," he told me, as he dipped his head to kiss my midriff, and then proceeded lower still.
I couldn't do anything else but blush, so red that I must have reached the same shade as a fire engine.
Edward's downward path didn't digress, and I slowly, finally understood where he was going.
I trembled and gasped in sudden trepidation, and made a move to halt him somehow.
First times, be it any kind, make one nervous.
"Do you not want it?" he asked suddenly, owing to my protests. "Shall I stop?"
Now, should I have stopped him?
Yes, because our situation could turn into a really bad one if Charlie woke up.
Did I stop him then?
No.
"No, but… I don't want Charlie to find out…," I mumbled half-heartedly as my fingers pulled at his hair.
"Then you can keep quiet," he stated firmly, with a wicked gleam in his eyes that I had never seen before.
It was enough to kill my protests.
I swallowed hard as I let go of his hair and fell back onto the mattress.
Slowly, he pulled my legs apart, just as he lithely slipped over my bed's edge.
I lay there, in front of him, exposed and vulnerable under his intent scrutiny.
It felt weird and nerve-wracking and extremely arousing at the same time.
My hands instinctively grabbed the sheets as he closed in, planting a soft kiss between my legs.
"Oh!" I gasped, as crazy electric pulses ran through my body.
Edward shushed me once more, and then proceeded to draw his tongue slowly all around my aroused flesh.
My whole body shook with pleasure, and I had to lodge my fist in my mouth to stop the weird noises coming out of it.
And just when I thought it impossible for the intense pleasure to increase, it did.
Edward's cool tongue shocked my senses, and its frenzied movements nearly choked me with ecstasy, especially when it plunged inside me.
It wasn't easy to maintain the noiselessness
"Fuh—feck—frickin—Edward—Oh!" I grunted around my fist, and then pulled a pillow over my face to stop the noise.
It was a good move, because then Edward inserted his magnificent fingers in me, causing me to quiver and squirm in such a manner that the bed shook along with me.
At long last, I finally saw stars in front of my eyes, as I embraced my mind numbing orgasm.
I moaned and panted into my pillow, hoping it would keep my volume down.
Tiny quakes still registered with me as I slowly relaxed from my intense climax, wheezing out chaotic, embarrassingly loud breaths.
"Should have known you'd come here," Edward's familiar, smooth voice murmured from somewhere.
Wait… Edward was still holding me down there, then why did I hear his voice from the opposite direction?
Now, what the hell, right? Poor Bella, I know. :P