Biology Class
So Edward Cullen was back in school today. I smiled. His eyes flickered to me as I walked in and he turned his body away from me slightly, teasing. I considered walking over and sitting in Mike’s old seat. I moved to our lab bench instead and sat down next to him. I looked over at Edward. He was smiling. He had noticed the movement of my eyes to the other seat, had understood where my thoughts had gone.
The room was quiet. I looked up at the chalkboard and noticed the instructions in Edward’s neat script to begin working on our notebooks independently before the group activity. I looked down at the lab notebook in front of me on the bench. The words on the chalkboard said to open to page 72. I flipped the book open. Regulation of the Human Heart Rate. I smiled, swallowing a laugh. I perused the questions in front of me:
Regulation of the Human Heart via Edward and Bella
Don't Move - Do Over
“Give me a new first kiss,” I said, my voice quiet but commanding.
He smiled widely at this and pulled me off the high lab stool. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me against him. His erection pressed against my stomach and I moaned softly. His eyes softened at me but his lips stayed serious.
“I want to try something,” he whispered, smiling at the memory of the first time he’d said this to me. “Don’t move.”
He leaned down, his cool breath swirling into my mouth as I parted my lips slightly in anticipation. He had me. My ghost pulse was racing. He looked at my face, his eyes moving over my cheeks, eyes, forehead, then settling on my lips. His lips were only an inch from mine, willing me to move forward. But I didn’t. I made him come to me.
Slowly his lips covered mine, gently at first, taking my top lip into his mouth, then my bottom, his tongue gently sweeping over my mouth.
“Bella…” he whispered, curling his fingers in my hair and pulling my head closer with one hand, grabbing my ass and pulling me to him with the other, his body leaning forward and bowing mine backwards with the movement. He deepened the kiss, and his tongue pushed into my mouth with more urgency, almost as if a flip had switched inside him. His arms crushed me against him and his lips became urgent, hungry.
He let out a low groan then, leaning back and pulling my hoodie up and over my head. He growled softly when he remembered that I had nothing on underneath. He began fumbling with the buttons of my jeans before ripping them off me effortlessly. I stood before him in the lace thong.
He took deep, hoarse breaths as his eyes mine. Apparently he had forgotten about the panties, too.
“Bella,” he whispered.
Yes, For You
His fingers moved over me and they felt like they were touching me for the first time, discovering all of the curves and peaks of my body that had never been known to him when we were students together, but were entirely familiar now. I could tell he let himself remember how he had felt in here, how I had intrigued him, how he couldn’t leave me alone but could never let himself know me intimately. I held his face in my hands, the face that earlier had still held some of the tension, the reserve of before. Of the then-Edward. I didn’t miss that Edward, but I loved him too. So much.
Slowly he stepped closer and I put my hands around his erection. It surprised me that I could ever forget how hard he could get. His fingers dropped to the space between my legs and stroked me slowly.
“God, Bella, you’re so wet for me.”
Yes. For you.
I held him in my hands, feeling the weight of him, holding him angled away from my entrance. He moved his hands and I rubbed the tip of him along my clit.
His watched my hands move him over me and groaned, “Bella I can't wait any longer. I can't. Please.”
He pulled my legs around his waist. I felt him twitching against me and I pulled him closer by pressing my heels into his lower back. He growled and pressed into me slowly, my breath hitching as he hit where I healed and always grew tight. He stilled his movements and in an instant I remembered the first time we made love: the hesitation, the uncertainty, and then the release, the manic, devouring need that had only grown in the time since.
He pressed into me more, advancing slowly, until he was all the way inside of me. And although we had both felt tentative until then, had both remembered the hesitation and tension and unfulfilled desire we had experienced together in this room, at the moment our hips met, something inside him melted.
Ducking his head, he covered my mouth with his lips, becoming my sweet husband, the lover who knew every inch of my skin. His soft tongue pressed into mine and the moans he made quieted immediately in the space between our mouths. He kissed me as though he had kissed me a million times before and knew exactly what to do, his body moving with the knowledge and the practice of a man who knows his lover’s body better than she does. His hips circled against me, any teasing forgotten as we came together in the room of our beginning, showing it everything we had become in our time away.
The room was silent for us. The space around us let us make the noises, let us show it who we were now.
And then in an instant he was pounding into me, my back pressed against the lab bench as my wet thighs rubbed against the seat of Mike’s old chair.
“You want hard now?” he grunted. His body slammed against me, hitting deep and insistent, his sounds coming out low and rough.
“We’re going to come so hard together, right here, in this room where I first fell in love with you,” he whispered, “Thank you for not giving up on me, for being strong enough to fight for us.” He waited until I opened my eyes and lifted my head to look at him. His movement continued to be fast and strong, but his eyes were smoldering. “Don’t ever look back at this room and remember how hard it was for us sometimes. You just look back and remember how hard you came on my cock. Right here, in this room.”
“Oh God…” I moaned.
Happy Birthday
Finally he slowed, his lips covering mine, his voice low in my ear. "I love you.” His lips brushed my ear. “I love you, my wife.”
“So much,” I sighed, leaning my head against his chest.
He leaned back and looked at me, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Bella?”
“What?” I asked, shaking my head to clear the fog of our lovemaking.
“Happy birthday," he said quietly, leaning to gently press a kiss to my lips.
“What?” I said, shocked, pulling my face back to look at him.
“It’s Thursday. September 13th,” he said softly. “Happy birthday.”
I laughed, letting my head fall back. “I’m eighteen!” I giggled.
“Again!” He laughed with me. “Hang on,” he slowly pulled out of me and went to grab his pants. “I have something for you.”
I stifled a groan, knowing it was up to me to work on being a good sport. He pulled something out of his pocket and held his hand around it.
“It’s just a little something to keep the island with you, so you always have the memory of where we started us, who we are now.”
He turned me around so my back was to him. “Lift your hair, sweetheart.” I lifted my hair off my neck and felt him slip something around it, fastening it with his long fingers and letting his hand run down around my shoulders to my collarbone.
“Apparently I like decorating your neck,” he murmured, leaning forward and sucking on my neck.
He moved his hand from my chest and I looked down. A thin platinum chain held a beautiful deep blue sapphire, the size of my thumbnail, in a simple setting. He didn’t need to say more for me to know it was the exact color of the ocean at twilight as seen from the bedroom of the island house, the color of the panties he had ripped off of me on our rug, the color he loved on me so much.
I turned to him, covering my face in my hands. “I love it,” I said simply, letting my hands drop to see him beaming down at me.
“You do?” He smiled, pleased that I took his gift so happily.
“It’s perfect. I really love it.” I threw my arms around him and kissed him with every bit of gratitude I could muster. I could feel happiness pouring out of him.
“I’m glad you took that one so well…” He smiled.
I looked at him warily. “What do you mean ‘that one’?”
He laughed. “Bella, love, how was your drive over here?”
I groaned. “Slow.” I had to be honest. “Painfully slow.”
He laughed gleefully. “We’re going car shopping today!”
Review by MasenCullen:
"(First off, how would you like that drink shaken, stirred, blended or straight up?) Help! I'm drowning in emotions from this chapter (nervousness, sorrow, humor, love). SEND JASPER NOW! I'm going right for the jugular, NEWTON. That poor boy doesn't catch any breaks. *snicker snicker* I'm having a dirty vision here. It involves a Fork's High Auction, Newton's bio stool and Newton knowing that Bella's naked ass was on that stool. hahaha You know he's creepy wierd that way, he would soo bid on that stool. (we just won't tell him Edward's juices are also on that stool) I think your losing me. I'm possitive that I had a humor orgasm reading Edward & Bella's lab answers. Is that possible? You think I'm crazy don't you? That damn chuckle of Edward's flips on the horney switch in me everytime. WTH is that? Bad Lola bad. Their verbal Q&A's are deliciously titillating. *licking my lips* Bella you little kitten you. No words just actions and Edward gets excited. "Yes." "Ooh, yes." "God yes." Um, please excuse me I need some alone time. What are they playing, cat and mouse? So Bella,“Slow….then hard.” A double scoop of Sexy Edward 'coming' literally right up. LOL Aw, I swear that I can hear their moaning, growling and grunts. What's happening to me? It's her Birthday. *tears* “Apparently I like decorating your neck.”
Aw. The gift is so romantic, very Edwardly. I'm turning into a marshmallow. I like that she didn't whine about the gift or the car to come. All the bitchin and moanin about handmedowns only and I hate shopping...blah blah blah Earth to Bella, your husband, lover, mate and friend is bleeping filthy rich. Roll wit it girlfriend.
This was my dessert for the night. "That is my scar on your neck. Don’t you ever forget that." Sweet Jesus, everytime he mentions that scar I go free falling. It's like death by chocolate. YUMMY"
Great quote via practically every review:
"That is my scar on your neck. Don’t you ever forget that."
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