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More Than Anything
The wedding, the honeymoon, the change... Will it all go as planned? Surely... Then again, maybe not. Please review. Rated Adult for chapter 2. Enjoy! ~Hana~
2. The Honeymoon
Word Count 1612
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He kept our honeymoon spot a secret so as to surprise me on our wedding night. And, boy, was I surprised.
We changed out of our wedding attire and boarded a private jet immediately after the wedding reception, and flew to southern California. We were going to stay in a beautiful house on a private beach. From the back deck of the house, there was a boardwalk down to a little gazebo at the edge of the water.
When we arrived, our limo driver took our bags into the house. Edward and I went straight to the beach. We walked down the boardwalk, hand in hand, just like newly-weds should. We made our way to the gazebo. The ceiling was lit with a hundred or so white tea-light candles. We sat on the couch on one side of the gazebo.
It was beautiful out. A clear, cloudless sky and a full moon above us. Nothing like anything you would have found in Forks. The waves crashed against the shore, making relaxing noise. It could not have been more perfect.
I sat with my feet tucked under me, leaning on his chest. One of his hands rested lightly on my knee. It felt so right. He bent down and kissed the top of my head lovingly. I tilted my face up and caught his lips with mine.
This wasn’t like all the other kisses we had shared. This was less restrained, more wanting. I didn’t realize that his hand had been slowly creeping up my leg until he reached the bottom of my shorts. I smiled. He was actually making the first move.
“Bella… Are you sure you want this?” he asked, concern heavy in his voice.
“Yes, Edward. Yes,” was all I could say in response. But it appeared to be all the reassurance he needed.
He continued moving his hand up until he reached the hem of my shirt. He played with the fabric a bit, still kissing me, and then moved his hand underneath my top. His cold hands felt good in the humidity. I placed my hand on top of his, and guided it upward, towards my breasts. My breathing became uneven, as did his.
The kiss suddenly became more intense. I opened my eyes to see if something was wrong, but Edward looked as if he were thoroughly enjoying himself.
His eyes met mine, and that was when I saw it. There was a hunger in his eyes now that was not inhuman at all. It was the hunger of a man, to be simply put. And it was beautiful. I was so happy.
He closed his eyes, opened them for a second more, and then closed them again. He chuckled below his breath.
“What?” I asked, frustrated that he stopped.
“I’m moving too quickly, aren’t I?” he said, his hand still on my stomach.
“Absolutely not.” I pushed his hand just two inches up, so it was now resting on my chest.
I kissed him again, hard, and he met me with just as much force. He slowly gained confidence, and his hand began gently massaging my breast.
Without breaking the kiss, I moved my body so that I was now straddling him. I pressed my body against his and I could feel him tense up.
"Edward, relax. Please. Don't be afraid to... touch me," I said as I pressed my chest even harder into his hand. I closed my eyes and a moan escaped my throat. He closed his eyes and ground his teeth.
For a moment, it seemed as if he were going to stop. But then he kissed me again and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist.
I hadn't realized it before, but now I noticed that there was a bed in the corner. It slowly dawned on me that this gazebo was actually a part of the house. It was another room. There were steel curtains that came down when you flipped a switch and covered the open areas were there to be rain or something of the sort. But on private beach like this, there was no need to worry about privacy.
Edward lifted me up, bridal-style, and carried me over to the bed. He set me down gently, crawled on top of me, and kissed me again. Our tongues danced the most complicated waltz ever.
He took hold of the hem of my shirt again and gave me an unsure glance. I smiled encouragingly, and he pulled my shirt over my head.
I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, but I somehow managed to push it off his shoulders. My hands slipped clumsily off his shoulders and he chuckled. I just glared jokingly at him and he kissed me again.
We continued to kiss. Eventually, he and I agreed that if was time to go a little further. I arched my back as he reached behind me and unclasped my bra. He pulled it off of me and tossed it to the floor.
He kissed his way from my lips, across my jaw. When he got to my throat, he paused to lick the point at which he could feel my pulse the strongest. His cold tongue felt delightful on my feverish skin. I shivered and he pulled back.
"Are you okay?" he asked kindly.
"Edward, if you keep worrying every time I react to your touch, we're not going to get anywhere.”
“What? You mean... That was a shiver of... Um... Pleasure?”
"Yes, Edward. Now get back to what you were doing before I cry." He chuckled at that and continued his trail of kisses down my body.
When he reached my breasts, he took my hard nipple into his mouth and sucked it gently. I moaned loudly and he smiled against my skin. He moved to the other nipple and did the same to it. When at last he decided to continue on, he was slow and torturing.
His kisses ended when he reached the top of my shorts. He then smiled up at me and unbuttoned and unzipped them. He pulled them down my legs and threw them to the floor along with my panties.
He moved his mouth back to mine and kissed me again; he then pulled away and looked my body up and down.
"Wow... God, Bella, you are the most beautiful creature on the face of this earth," he said, his eyes wide and admiring.
"Says the man with the face of a God," I muttered; I felt a blush rise to my cheeks and he continued to kiss me. I reached down to pull his pants from around his waist and he stiffened.
"What are you doing?" he asked, honestly confused.
"Removing your pants. You're overdressed," I replied; I did as such and pushed his pants and boxers to the floor with the rest of our clothes. Here we were, naked and ready. God, he was huge.
There was no foreplay; he said his self-control wasn't that strong, that he couldn't hold out any longer.
He positioned himself at my entrance and froze.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked once more, a look of true worry plastered on his beautiful face.
"More than anything, Edward. More than anything."
"It doesn't have to be like this, really. You don't have to do this, Bella," and I swear he would be crying right now if he could.
I took his face into my hands and made him look me in the eye.
"Edward... I would not have asked you to do this had I not wanted it, needed it. Just make love to me, Edward." With that, all the worry left his face, replaced by sheer determination.
He kissed me passionately, muting my gasp of pain as he entered me. Tears were streaming silently down my face, but, for the first time ever, I felt truly whole. I was one with my Edward and he was one with me. This was the one thing in my life that I would never, ever forget. He felt my gasp, though, and pulled away instantly.
"Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
"I'm okay. And, yeah, it hurts; that's to be expected. Just stay still for a moment. Let me get used to it.”
He did as I requested and stayed perfectly still.
When at last he felt my body relax, he looked to me for further instruction. I nodded, signaling for him to start moving.
He thrust slowly in and out in a steady rhythm at first. It felt heavenly. We breathed together—with short, quick gasps that he didn't really need—and moved together.
He quickened his pace more with each motion, careful not to exceed my human limits. I could feel my orgasm building with each and every movement of him inside me, and I moaned loudly.
Suddenly, my vision burst into pure white and all I could see were stars floating around. Our bodies shook and we came together in a spectacular wave of pleasure, screaming each others’ names for the world to hear.
Once our bodies stopped shaking and we had caught our breath, he gently pulled out of me and lay down beside me. He pulled my body as close to his as physically possible and pulled the covers over us.
“I truly love you, Mrs. Isabella Marie Cullen. My wife,” he sighed into my ear. I could hear the smile in his voice.
“And I truly love you, Mr. Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. My husband.” I was surprised at how wonderful it felt to say that. He was mine for all eternity.