Author: Wopt70 (simplesongsnsilence on ff.net
Disclaimer: Disclaimed fo sho.
Summary: The Honeymoon. Dun dun dunnnn…..
Notes: Thanks to everyone who reads. I hope this is okay. I’m not a big fan of picture perfect… well, there’s a note under this. PLEASE R&R! It means the world to me! also, please answer my question at the end. I gotta know where to take this story…
Sorry this took me a little longer to type up. I just started an internship this week, and it’s been a bit tiring. Awesome, but tiring. I got to take the smallest pony I’ve ever seen on a walk in a dog park. How cool.
Ok, so… I’ll say more at the end, because obviously, people want to read this, as they’ve been pleading with me to post it. So here we go. The Honeymoon. Unedited and typed really quickly, my bad.
The two plane rides to our honeymoon destination were long, but certainly not boring. When she could, Bella would sleep, and I would watch her intently and carefully, stroking her hair and pressing kisses to her face and limp hands.
When she was awake, however, it was all I could do to keep her from joining the mile high club. She would all but climb into my lap, stroking my hair and face lovingly, kissing me so deeply our souls seemed to connect. It was only the disapproving stares of the other first class passengers and the hostesses that stopped me from sealing our deal right then.
We touched down in Greece early the next morning. It must have been maybe six, at most. The sun was just coming up, and this was essential because somehow, Edward had to get us to where we were going, and though he promised me there would be no problems, we were still way too close to Italy for me to feel at ease.
However, we were only an hours drive from our destination: a private beach owned by the Cullens, miles away from anyone who could see us. I couldn’t decide if this was a dream or not, so I just let it be and prayed to not wake up.
As soon as we unloaded our rental car, Edward swept me up into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing my exposed skin on either side of my halter top.
“Shall I give you the tour? He mumbled, and I moaned as one of his hands kneaded the flesh of my bum.
“This is the kitchen, which only I will use to cook you wonderfully delicious food, whenever you want it.” He said, and his fingers got slightly closer to my center.
“Here is the bathroom, where you and I will take wonderfully long showers and baths together after we sunbathe and swim.”
“And fuck…” I moaned into his neck, and he chuckled.
“That too.” He said, and his fingers traced the area of my panties that were right above my entrance. I sighed happily.
“This is the patio, which connects to the living room, where you and I will cuddle and rest in between sessions.”
Truth be told, I hadn’t seen a single room. I was so focused on him, the feel of his voice rumbling through his chest that was pressed up against my own. I was delirious with happiness.
“And here, my love, is our bedroom, where, I hope, we will spend most of our time here.”
I smiled, drawing back to look at the room. It was the same color of the water visible outside the window, and everything went perfectly together, a mesh of white pillows and blue covers, like the non-existent clouds in the sky.
“It’s perfect,” I told him, and he grinned. “Everything is perfect.”
He kissed me deeply and lay me down on the bed. “Let’s just hope we can keep up the perfect streak then.” He whispered, covering me. I wrapped my arms around his neck to signal him to come closer.
“I have a feeling we will.” I whispered.
We kissed for what felt like hours, and turned out to be, before I realized that I was still disgusting from the plane and the now old makeup that was stuck to my face. We then ducked into the shower, together of course, where I washed and Edward washed me, even though I said I didn’t need the help. Honestly though, I really wanted the help. It felt divine to feel him pressed up against me, his hardness against my lower back, washing my stomach and breasts in slow circles. I wouldn’t have traded it for pretty much anything.
I do say pretty much anything. There are definitely some things I wanted more.
In a way, the afternoon was one long trip of pleasure. We kissed for hours, talking softly to each other and giggling constantly. Because we had a plan, and we had to follow it to ensure my safety. We would play like we had for the past couple of months, me bringing Edward over the edge a few times to take off any desperation there might have been (might, please. I could feel the desperation falling from his eyes in waves when he looked at me. It was empowering like nothing I’d ever felt before). The hope was he would be able to handle himself better. In theory, it sounded safe. Even Carlisle had approved it.
In practice, it sounded fun.
“Oh… oh fucking shit, Edward…Edward…” I cried out, arching off the bed as Edward rubbed my clit ferociously, making me shake through my first orgasm. I had already brought him off twice, once with my hand and once with my moth, and he was now determined to catch up. I lay there, shaking, as he lay kisses on my breasts and thighs, dress long gone, hair finally undone. The amount of pins it had taken to keep it together had made Edward crack up as we counted them. It turned out to be around 30. And that was after half of them had come out.
Edward kissed my mouth deeply, bringing his naked body aligned with my own.
“What do you want next?” I whispered, and he smiled endearingly, pressing a kiss to my sternum.
“Whatever you want to give me.” He replied, crawling down my body.
“I’d give you the world, so you’ll have to specify.”
He kissed me again, then kissed down my body until he reached my center. “No, Edward, you. What do you want?”
He sighed, grinning like a shamed fool. “Just your touch.” He said softly. “It’ll be enough.”
I kissed his shoulder and wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him in a way that became more natural and more practiced every day. It didn’t take him long to start groaning deep in his chest, kissing my neck and nipples to keep me stimulated (like I needed the help). Finally, he shuddered through his third orgasm, his breath catching before releasing in a sweet euphoric wave across my chest. When he looked at me, his eyes looked almost sleepy, and when he kissed me, it was slowly and languorous.
It was now or never.
I moved him so he was in between my legs and lined him up with me. He was instantly ready in my hand, and he began to kiss my neck lovingly. He slid two fingers into my wet core, whispering to me as he stretched me.
“I love you so much, Bella.” He sighed, looking deep within my eyes. He removed his fingers and aligned his member at my entrance.
“I’m yours, Edward. Forever.” I replied, and kissed him quickly.
And then he pushed.
And it hurt. A lot.
And then he pushed farther, and I gasped. My head fell back to the pillow, and as I closed my eyes, I saw the sun was setting.
It wasn’t the stretch I’d been expecting, but a pinch. A burn from inside me. And not a good one. Even with as wet as I’d been…
I risked a glance up at him, seeing his face tight with tension. Control. Please. Please don’t hurt me anymore.
But he moved, in and out just a little, and it hurt even more. It wasn’t going away. I arched my back against him the next time he thrust, hoping he would get the idea and stop. He didn’t. You’re hurting me. I wanted to scream. Stop. Wait for me.
Instead, I put my hands to his face. “Edward.” I gasped, having the pain in my voice. His eyes met mine, but they were trancelike and unresponsive. So I did the first thing I thought of.
I poked him in the eye and plugged his nose.
While he couldn’t actually feel the pain from it, or I couldn’t actually mold his nose, it did surprise him.
“Bella?” He gasped, his eyes focusing on me finally.
“You’re hurting me.” I whimpered. “Can you just hold still? Please? I just need a minute.”
Edward’s face turned horrified, and leaned down to kiss me, softly, and he stopped moving. I sighed as my body was suddenly able to adjust, and while it was still uncomfortable, I found I could manage. I breathed through my nose, and Edward continued to kiss my neck, breasts, lips, whispering “I’m sorry” in between each kiss, his eyes unbelievably sad.
While I was still in no way physically aroused by what we were doing, I did feel the incredible connection we were sharing. I could feel every inch of him inside me, pulsing, like his heartbeat was active within me.
Soon, I was able to say “Okay” and let him start moving again, and I had to say there was a kind of thrill in that, too. Enough that I did want to feel more.
“God, Bella… this feels.” Edward moaned, dropping his head to my shoulder. “You’re so hot and tight, it’s unbelievable. Unlike anything…” He breathed through his nose, and began to slip deeper inside of me with each thrust.
He then hit some part of me that made my back arch, though I couldn’t tell if it was from discomfort or pleasure. Still, the result was that my body clenched around him, and he cried out weakly.
“Bella, my love… I’m sorry but I’m not going to last.” He gasped, and began thrusting faster. I found that I actually liked it a bit more when it was faster, and found myself clinging to him, clenching my kegals. Edward moaned into my neck and whispered, “I love you,” before his body jerked acutely, and I could feel him spill inside of me, the coolness washing through me.
He ravished my face with kisses once he was down from his high. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry I hurt you, are you alright?” I nodded, hugging him close to me, his cool chest a contrast to my heated flesh.
“You did it, baby.” I whispered, kissing him. “I knew you would.” My voice was a little off, but I couldn’t tell if it was because it still hurt a little, or if it was because I was really very proud of him.
As he slipped out of me, I winced a little, and he quickly held me to his chest. “I’m sorry. Was it good for you at all?” He whispered, looking heartbroken.
I shrugged. “It hurt a lot, but I don’t think that was avoidable. It was kind of exciting and thrilling, though, and I felt so close to you.” He rubbed my back soothingly, kissing my shoulder and hair.
“I’m glad you felt that too.” He paused, then asked. “Do you want me to do anything else for you? Or do you hurt too much?”
I smiled, laying in his arms dramatically. “Do with me what you will.”
He smiled, licking my neck and kissing the rest of my body until I was wriggling beneath him. Only then did he descend on my center, and I saw him pause.
“Is there blood?” I asked tentatively.
“Mhm.” He said nonchalantly, before dipping his head between my legs. “Amazing, I didn’t even smell it.” I felt his tongue lap at me gently, cleaning me. Then he gently increased the pressure, making sure I wasn’t hurting. It felt wonderful.
“Oh, Edward…” I sighed, and urged him closer with my legs. He smiled – I could feel it – against me, and began to work on me earnestly, drinking from me. I groaned as he nibbled and sucked on my clit, making my shiver. He then slipped a finger delicately inside me, which barely twinged, and found my G-spot.
His attention to my clit and massaging of that spot had me down for the count in minutes. I screamed out my orgasm and then immediately pulled him up to me, breathing heavily into his mouth.
And then I collapsed in a puddle.
“Well… damn…” I muttered in my gooey state, and he laughed. We cuddled together for a while before, of course, my stomach interrupted. “No…. I don’t want to get up.” I groaned.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to. I’ll cook for you.”
“But I don’t want you to get up either….” I sighed piteously
“Come on, love, you haven’t eaten since yesterday.” He got up against my protests and leaned down to kiss me. “Take a quick nap while I cook for you.”
I found that I was actually quite sleepy, so I reluctantly nodded, and after taking a quick trip to the bathroom, let him tuck me in. I drifted off to sleep in minutes.
When I awoke, it was to a delicious smell:: butter, lemon, chicken… holy god.
“Edward?” I moaned, sitting up groggily. Funny, I’d only been out an hour, but I felt very groggy and disoriented.
“Yes, love?” He replied, popping his head into the room. He was shirtless. Awesome.
“Are you making what I think you’re making?”
He grinned. “Why don’t you come out onto the patio and see for yourself?”
I stood up sleepily, noticing a slight ache in my center, before going over a set of drawers to see it already packed with our garments. I selected on of Edward’s shirts and put it on, sans underwear.
As I left the bedroom, I realized I had no idea where the patio was. We’d spent all of yesterday in the bath and bed rooms, and I hadn’t paid any attention to Edward’s tour. So instead of wandering around aimlessly, which would undoubtably end up with me falling down some unplanned stairs, I followed my nose.
“Hello wife.” I heard as I stumbled into the kitchen. Edward turned to face me, dressed in simple cargo shorts, as he lifted my food onto the plate. His eyes widened as he took me in and almost dropped the food he was holding. “Wow, warn me next time.” He laughed, pulling me to him. “Is this okay?” He said, gesturing to the food and running one hand up my upper thigh as he kissed my neck.
“More than okay.” I gasped, forgetting which part I was referring to. On the plate sat a freshly baked chicken with a lemon butter glaze and capers, and an egg noodle salad. My stomach screamed at me, so Edward guided me to the patio where he’d lit a few candles and placed a bottle of wine and a glass. I sat as he went back and retrieved the food.
“You don’t have to drink the wine if you don’t want to,” He said. “But I feel like it’s about time you were treated like an adult.” I smiled and accepted the wine graciously. It was sweet and a little tart, a perfect combination to the buttery chicken, the very smell of which was making my mouth water and my stomach groan embarrassingly. Edward had unsuccessfully tried to get me to eat throughout the day, but I had never been interested, always too intoxicated by his body.
Now I was famished, and the first bite of food drove me into a frenzy. Edward smiled, lifting me into his lap and feeding me noodles from his fingers while I dug in, probably disgustingly, to each delicious bite.
After I had finished, I leaned back against him, rubbing my face against his cheek as he rubbed my belly. “Have I told you how much I love you?” I sighed, and he laughed
“Now if only I can pleasure you in bed, we’ll be all set.”
I sobered instantly, turning to look at him. “You’re not seriously dwelling on that, are you?” I whispered, and he looked down bashfully. “Edward!” I scolded, repositioning myself to straddle him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head against his collarbone. “The things you do to be in bed… God, Edward, I can’t describe what you do to me. You make me scream, and I’m a quiet girl.” He sighed. “We knew having sex would be rough the first time, maybe even the first few times…” He looked horrified but I kissed him before he could protest. “But I know that you’ll make me scream from that too.”
Edward rubbed his cheek against mine. “And hopefully not in the bad way.” He paused and kissed the spot right above my ear. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I chuckled. “Now tell me, was it everything you were expecting?”
He moaned. “It was so much more. I could barely take it. It felt so good.” He sighed, kissing my neck. “I just wish it could have been the same for you.”
I smiled. “It will be. I have faith in you, Mr. Cullen.”
He raised his face and beamed. “Mrs. Cullen.”
“Hey, hey, I’m still keeping the Swan part too. For legal purposes.”
“I know, I know…” He set me back on my seat and began cleaning up. I’d managed to drink half the bottle of wine, and my head felt a little fuzzy, but in a good way. “Do you want to go into the hot tub, soak out any sore muscles?”
I nodded. “Can we go in the water first? I’ve always wanted to swim in this sea.”
“Of course.” He said, leaning down to kiss my forehead.
It took him about 30 second to clean up, and then he grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder while I screamed bloody murder. He ditched his cargo shorts as he ran, before dumping me into the water. I, of course, shrieked like a little girl, even though the water was warm and felt wonderful. The only problem was it was weighing down the shirt on me. I lifted my arms and pouted, and Edward laughed and stripped the shirt from me easily. He then dived under the warm water, encouraging me to swim with him. So I did.
We played for about an hour before my body gave up on me, the combination of the food and a long day finally getting to me. A long perfect day… I floated on my back, completely unself-conscious of my breasts sticking up into the chill air, nipples erect. I was happy and I was loved. Why would I have any other care in the world?
Edward would skim his hands over the underside of my body, sometimes lifting me a bit, watching me smile with one of his own. Finally, when I confessed I could no longer move, he lifted me again, this time carrying me to the hot tub, which he started and bubbled invitingly at me. As I slowly slipped into the hot water, he practically jumped in, letting the heated water consume him. As soon as I was in, I crawled over to his lap.
“Thank you for today.” I murmured. “It was perfect.”
He drew me closer and began to kiss me deeply, steadily, until I felt that familiar burn in my belly.
“Edward…” I moaned against his lips, and immediately felt his hardness beneath me, practically calling my name.
“I almost feel bad,” he chuckled breathily. “My body wants you constantly. I can hardly let you sleep at night, I want you so badly.”
I simply moaned again, rubbing myself against him. We rocked, much like we did the first time we experimented, but this time totally aware of just how far we could take it.
Edward’s length slipped between my folds and he froze.
“Too soon?” He whispered, barely audible over the hum of the hot tub. I shook my head.
“I really want to.” I whimpered in reply, and he nodded.
“Let me try something then.” He replied, and without warning, lifted us both from the water and walked with me into the house. At the doorway to our bedroom, he stopped me, darting away and returning with a towel and a small bottle in his hand. We both toweled off, and then he kissed me again, another soul-searing connection. He then lay me gently on the bed, taking the bottle in his hands.
“What is it?” I whispered, feeling totally naïve.
“Lubrication.” He replied. “It has a warming fluid that might make the stretch easier.”
I nodded, liking that idea. “Gotcha. Planning ahead, I see.”
He shrugged. “I was ready for every possibility.”
I was a little worried about what he meant by that, but let it pass, as he’d begun kissing me within an inch of my life once again. I groaned as he fondled my breasts and rolled so he could lie on top of me, and I was able to squeeze his delectable ass.
Envy, I hear you calling my name.
We went slowly again, a slow burning heat rather than a blaze. But his member felt so perfect between my legs, I just wanted to feel it inside me again, even if it hurt a little. I wondered if this was what drug addiction was like. I reached down and began to stroke him, making Edward moan quietly in his throat.
“Come on, baby.” I murmured, and he nodded.
“If I hurt you again, this time tell me first thing, even if you have to poke me again.”
I nodded, chuckling a little. I watched as he poured some of the gel like liquid onto his hand, then spread it onto his hard cock.
“Mmm…” he murmured. “That feels pretty good.” Despite myself, I laughed, hard. That stopped abruptly when he began to finger me, stretching me with those fingers, and I had to admit, it did feel very good.
He looked for my okay before positioning himself, then sliding in slowly. There was a first initial pinch, then something totally new.
“Woah.” I said, clutching him. “Oh my god.”
Edward’s face was slack with pleasure, but he looked at me alertly. “You okay?”
I nodded furiously. “Move. Please move, you feel so good.”
Edward groaned and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Thank god.” He drew his hips back and began thrusting, and it felt like static electricity flowing through me. I clutched at him desperately, meeting him for small kisses when we could.
Suddenly, the world moved, and I was on top of him, and he was So. Deep. Inside me, and I knew I could come to love this position.
Edward thrust upwards into me several times in quick succession, and I screamed quietly, rocking against him. I leaned back and rested my hands on his thighs and tried to bouch, which made Edward groan deep in his throat.
“Bella…” He moaned breathily. “My beautiful Bella.” He reached forward and began to rub my clit, and I stopped my movement in surprise. He took the chance to begin thrusting wildly again, making me scream for real.
“Come, baby…” He panted. “Come with me this time, I’m so close.”
I nodded, my hair falling in my face. “So close, god, Edward….” He pushed my hair back with one hand, gripping it, while the other hand resumed rubbing my clit.
I yelled, feeling my body begin to clench. Edward growled and I watched as he turned his head and bit into one of the pillows near him, just as I peaked. As I arched, he arched, and we both screamed each other’s names.
And then I collapsed. It seemed to be a ritual. Edward quickly rolled us over and slipped out of me, lying beside me. I stared at the ceiling, watching as Edward’s slightly smug face came into view as he tucked a few of my hairs away.
“I take it that was better?” He asked, kissing my temple.
I couldn’t help it, I glared at him. “Yes, Mr. Perfection. You are officially good at everything.”
He chuckled and drew me closer to him. I noticed there were feathers behind him. “You killed a pillow…” I murmured, getting sleepy.
“At least it wasn’t you.” He said, “Come on, love, lets get into the shower and get you to bed.”
I nodded sleepily and let him pull me into a sitting position, then got to my feet slowly.
“Does anything hurt?” He whispered, and I shrugged.
“I’m sure I’ll be a little sore tomorrow, but nothing feels bad.” I grinned. “In fact, I feel wonderful.”
He chuckled and helped me into the shower.
Twenty minutes, I was out like a light, curled against my very own Mr. Perfection.
I awoke the next morning and the first thing I registered was…
“Ow.” I whimpered, rolling over weakly to find Edward. “Ow, ow ow.”
Edward was instantly at my side, looking concerned. “Bella? What hurts?”
I groaned, crawling into his arms. “I’m just sore, but I’m really sore.” I replied, feeling the muscles of my inner thighs, hips, and pelvis ache, as well as a more internal ache.
“Lemme look.” Edward said delicately, and gently spread my legs. I didn’t want to look, so I just closed my eyes against the pillow. “You’re bruised.” He said softly. “Not horribly, but I bet it feels pretty painful.” I nodded and felt him reach around me to pick me up. I moaned pitifully as he lifted me, pressing kisses to my forehead. “I’ll put you in the hot tub, see if we can relieve some of the ache.”
“’kay.” I said, clinging to him.
He set me down in the hot water and I sighed happily, closing my eyes. He then started the jets and I moaned as they rushed over my sore body. I opened one eye to take in his worried face and smiled at him.
“It’s okay, baby.” I said, putting a palm to his cheek. “It was totally worth it.”
He smiled sadly, and came into the tub with me, where he proceeded to give me a fantastic backrub.
Maybe not Mr. Perfection, but still, pretty damn good.
So there we have it. Now I kinda want to say a few things.
A few of you have suggested that for me to write this, I must have a fantastic sex life, but the truth of it is, I’ve only had sex a twice, and it was not enjoyable. I've had plenty of other experience, which is why I can write this. Sex for virgins is not easy, nor as fun as it is often portrayed . At least in my experience. Obviously, everyone is different, but I see too many stories that paint this whole thing as being so easy and so enjoyable, and I wanted to say that is really isn’t like that. It’s not a fairytale. It’s real life.
So, if it offended anyone, or made anyone uncomfortable, I’m really sorry. But I try to write realistically. That being said, I did want Bella to get something out of this. And I do know that sometimes it’s just the first time that hurts. So yeah.
I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me so far, and now I have a question.
What’s next? Should I end this hear, or go through to the change? I want your opinions, because I honestly don’t know where to go from here.
Give me ideas, help me brainstorm.
Thank you so much for all your reviews. I can’t tell you, it means the world to me. So very much. It’s such an inspiration to keep writing when I know people actually want to hear from what I have to write about. It means… so much. I’m gonna pull a KStew and not be able to finish my sentence. Just know I love you guys.