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Bella is almost a year old vampire. As her birthday aproaches she decides that its time to test the waters of the human world. Its a little bit OOC. I thought her transistion went way too easy. No worries though. Its not a blood and guts story. We wont find Edward yanking her off some ten year old. I just thought that maybe it should be a little bit of work. This is a little longer than my usual one shots so I divided it into a couple of chapters. As anyone who reads my stuff knows (and thank you for all that have) it will be lemony.


6. A Night in the City

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1871   Review this Chapter

I remember at one time being frustrated by my lack of ability to read my wife’s thoughts. When you’ve spent the last ninety years with never an unanticipated moment, it takes time to adjust. Now that surprise was a constant in my life, it was welcome pleasure and yet one more reason to love her. We decided to spend the night in the city. As I drove to the hotel we were staying at I couldn’t stop my snickering. Chicken… I didn’t think I would ever be able to hear the word again without chuckling.

What’s so funny?” Jasper asked

“My wife,” I pulled our hands off the gear shift and gave her a quick kiss.

We got to through the lobby quickly and headed up to the penthouse suite. Alice went and changed into a slinky party dress and she and Jasper went out to explore the city. Dancing was on her agenda tonight. She didn’t try to talk my wife into joining her. Warm tasty bodies sweating in a club… I truly felt bad for Jasper.

I sat our bags down and walked over to the curtains hiding the glass doors and opened them, letting the sea air in from the breeze coming off the wharf. It was not so much a balcony as an outdoor room. Netting canopied the space where comfortable looking patio furniture sat. Palm trees framed a sunken hot tub giving it the look of a roof top oasis, a large comfortable chaise placed beside it.

“I’m taking this stupid dress off and getting my sweats.” My wife said as she grabbed her overnight bag and headed to the bathroom.

I smiled and shook my head. We’ve been married over a year and I had seen literally every inch of her beautiful pale body and yet here she is, changing in the other room. Well, maybe she was still on lockdown mode as Jasper had called it. I grabbed our purchase from this afternoon and walked out on to the patio eyeing the hot tub guiltily. I sat down on one of the outdoor chairs, still chastising myself for my earlier display today. How could I have been so thoughtless?

Aside from my own transgressions, it had been a wonderful day. I sighed, thinking about how much I would have liked to have gotten her something from there. But the staff of the bookstore followed us around giving full descriptions, including the prices of everything she looked at. Her mouth hung open as Alice picked out the one she wanted. Alice in Wonderland… What a surprise, I mused. Our choice was one of my favorites, and I was happy that I would not only get to share it with our daughter but my wife as well. She did raise an eyebrow, and I readied myself for and argument but none came as I handed over the credit card for the first edition. A little overspending didn’t seem to be a problem for her if it was on someone else.

I pulled the book we bought today for our daughter out of its case. I hadn’t read “The Sword and the Stone” in years. I remembered being pleased that it would occasionally crop up in some literature class.

As I perused the T. H. White’s book recalling the legend of Arthur, Merlin and Excalibur, my mind was pulled from the pages by the unmistakable sound of purring. Turning my head and glancing over toward its source, I was shocked into immobility. My wife, on her hands and knees, clothed in a blue cotton tank top with spaghetti straps and matching panties was crawling slowly across the floor. The book fell out of my hand, hitting the patio floor with a dull thud.

She moved like a cat, her eyes boring into mine. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find smoke pouring out my ears. She took her time, but finally she was near enough to touch. Her lips found my kneecaps kissing them both before she nuzzled her nose between my legs. I could feel her breath, heavy and deep on the inside of my thigh… and still the purring continued…

Her nose rubbed up and down my crotch. I was hard so fast, my erection straining to escape my trousers. My head fell back and I growled; an involuntary response to the shudder that ran through my entire body. She took her hands off the floor, dropping her penetrating stare and, with the precision one would associate with brain surgery, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and slowly lowered the zipper. Her hand lingered on the waistband of my boxers for a moment, her fingertips tracing around it before sliding in and freeing the bulge that was on the verge of escaping the confined space on its own. She examined me for a moment then looked up again, grinning for the first time since she started.

Her hands came off me, pulling her shirt off and tossing it on the floor. She wedged herself tightly between my thighs. Taking a breast in each hand and sandwiching my erection between them, her long brown hair swung as her body moved up and down on me.

I finally thawed from the shock, my need to have my mouth on hers over riding all other functions. I put my hands under her armpits and pulled her lips up to mine. Ahh… the taste of her sweet mouth, once a source of both pain and pleasure, now only filled my being with ecstasy. I lived to taste her.

Our mouths still fused together, she wrapped the tie I still had on around her hand. Pulling herself up off her knees, she tugged on the tie like a leash and dragged me up with her as I shed the trousers pooled at my feet.

“Come with me.” she breathed into my mouth. My brain was overflowing with questions. What was she doing? Where were we going? How didn’t she tear off my tie when she pulled at it?

She pulled us out to the rail of the balcony. Once there she released her hold on my tie, and pulled it off me. Her face almost severe in concentration as she slowly, one by one, unbuttoned my shirt. I tried to help, but she brushed my hands aside.

“I want to do it myself.”

When the last button was taken care of I pulled her into my arms.

“I felt you should be rewarded for your behavior today. It was a long day for us both in more ways than one.” I was grateful that she had at least answered one of my many silent questions.

She turned, facing the rail of the balcony and leaned over it. She didn’t have to spell it out for me. In too much of a hurry to remove my shirt, my body curved to her form. My hand slid into the little cotton panties while my teeth nibbled on her ear. She shifted slightly, placing her foot on the bottom rail to allow my fingers between her legs. As I stroked her the scent wafted up from her loins. The rail began to vibrate.

“Yes, Edward.” she moaned as she moved with my fingers. How I loved to get her off. It didn’t take long. My free hand dug into her hair, pulling her head back so I could taste her once more. Her body tightened up and her orgasm spilled out over my other hand. I tore the panties from her. The need to be inside her almost took over me. But I eyeballed the railing. I didn’t want to launch us off the balcony. I took a couple steps back, pulling us both from the edge of the large patio. She turned and as I stared into her eyes the flavor of my desire changed, intensified. Was there some plateau that my desire for her would eventually reach? Would I burst into flame when it did? I just didn’t want to drop to the floor and screw her. I wanted to make love, slowly, passionately. I scooped her up in my arms, my lips retuning to hers and carried her over to the chaise, kicking the headrest down with my foot. I laid her down gently and slid in beside her.

We lay side by side, our bodies tangled up together. My hand ran down her back, tracing around her hip, pulling the thigh that was already draped over my torso tighter. She rolled up on top of me, pulling me into her. As her legs moved her, I could feel the muscles in her cervix tightening on the upstroke and relaxing on the down and my fingers tightened on her backside in response. She didn’t pull off my chest as she usually did, wouldn’t let her mouth leave mine as she clutch my head with a force that would have crushed a human skull.

Keeping us together in every way, I rolled us back over. Her thighs wrapped high around my waist. My hips rocked, thrusting into her over and over. I pulled my mouth from hers, my body demanding that I vocalize my feelings.

“I love you… I love you… I love you…”

She came on the spot. Her body shook with it. My back arched and I joined her. As many times as we had made love before, this had taken it to a new level. We had, on numerous occasions been far more physical in our love making, but the forcefulness of this was almost painful and my eyes stung. I knew I would have produced tears if I had been able to.

“I love you too Edward.” She panted and a tremor ran through me, my body still reeling from the aftermath of my orgasm.

I rolled us to our sides and eventually our breathing returned to a pace that allowed conversation.

“How can this get any more intense?” she whispered into my shoulder.

“I just don’t know.”

“You never did take your shirt off.”

“Opps.” I was surprised. It was the first time I realized I still had it on.

“It’s ok, I kinda liked it.” She said with a sigh, snuggling closer into me.

“Sorry about your panties,” I apologized. “By the way,” my mind beginning to think rationally again, “How did you manage to not destroy anything?”

She shrugged. “After today I just decided that I could do it.”

“You can do anything.” I smiled down at her.

“I didn’t say it was without effort.”

“Anything to keep Emmett from teasing you." SHe grimaced and I kissed her on the forehead. "Don’t worry about my clothes.” My smile grew wider. “I kinda like that too.”

We lay quietly outside for a few more hours, both of us content to be in each others arms. We would have to get up eventually. The clouds had dissipated, giving us a clear view of the moon and stars. Though it was beautiful, it also limited our time here. We were leaving before sunrise and Alice and Jasper would be back soon. It didn’t bother me though. There was an eternity of perfect nights yet to experience.