As Passion Took Over


Edward seemed so young—even as he shared my bed, naked and ravished. Watching him sleep made me uncomfortable, though I didn’t know why. After all, it was the same visage he presented while awake—dark lashes against pale skin, a chiseled jaw covered in reddish stubble,  wild hair. It amazed me how in the restful absence of his intellect and emotional depth, his features were those of any other beautiful boy. Though viewing him as he expressed his thoughts was a much different experience, I couldn’t ignore his age as he slept.  The longer I stared at him the harder it became for me to suspend my disbelief in forever.

I delicately extricated myself from his arms, threw on one of his shirts and went to start breakfast. I was famished, and I knew he would be as well.

Once in the kitchen, I sliced vegetables for omelets. I was about to melt a small pat of butter in the pan, when I felt two hands settle on to my hips.”

“I thought I’d find you in here,” he murmured as his lips found my neck.

“We have to eat.”

He laughed behind me.

“Man can live off sex alone,” he joked.

I turned and put a quick kiss on his mouth. “Woman can’t. Besides, I’m a little sore. Can we take a break?”

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” There was an endearing hint of panic in his voice.

“No, nothing like that. It’s just that’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, and my body needs to get used to you.” I gave him a playful squeeze over his boxer shorts. “You’ve got a lot going on down there.”

“How long?”

“You were there, too. If you recall, I didn’t exactly bust out a tape measure.”

He rolled his eyes. “I know exactly how long that is. I was asking how long it’d been since you’d been intimate like that with someone.”

I hugged him tightly. “I had never been intimate like that before. If you’re asking about sex though, the answer is January.”

The significance of my statement was not lost on him.

“Not since before we met?”

“No. Not since before we met.”

“Have I told you how much I love you yet today?”

“I think you have, yes.” He’d told me he loved me each and every time he entered me. “But I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you. Now kidding aside, you must be hungry. What would you like in your omelet?”

I prepared our breakfast while Edward did his best to distract me by putting his hands up my shirt. When the food was ready, we sat down to eat at the island.

“Why Princeton?” I asked.

“If Princeton accepts you, you go.”

“Right, but you also got into Harvard and Yale. Harvard is ranked above Princeton, you know.”

“They were tied one year, and don’t let my father hear you say that.”

“Why, are you a legacy?”

“Third generation. Are you trying to get rid of me? I’ll only be forty-five minutes away, you know. It will work well for us.”

There it was. He put the idea of remaining faithful to me while he was away at school out there like it was nothing.

“Is that what you want?”

“Well, yeah.”

He seemed to have no doubts whatsoever. Of course, it’s impossible to accurately ascertain what sort of sacrifices you are willing to make when you have no practical knowledge of what you are actually giving up.

“It is what you want too, right?” There was a faint trace of panic in his voice.

“I would never deny you anything.”

A real college experience topped the list of things I didn’t want to deny him, but this wasn’t the time to discuss that.

After we ate, we cleaned up the kitchen and showered together. I reveled in our new-found physical closeness. He seemed so at ease, despite his complete inexperience with relationships. He believed in love entirely, that there was nothing more powerful or wonderful or permanent.

We dressed and headed out to the boardwalk where we played skee ball and ate funnel cake. We held hands and made out at the top of the Ferris wheel. By the time we were back at the house, I needed him inside me again. We tore our clothing off each other the second the door closed. Both naked, I pushed Edward onto the bed. He looked up at me in confusion.

“I thought you were sore?”

“I am; I just don’t care.”

He pulled me on top of him and rolled me onto my back.

He placed small kisses down my neck before taking a nipple into his mouth at the same moment his fingers found the heat between my thighs.

“I want to kiss you.” He took the other nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently before adding, “Everywhere.”

Before I could register the significance of his statement, he moved down my body and spread me open. He placed a small, quick kiss on my clit before following his lips with his tongue.

I gasped. “Yes!”

Still working with his mouth, he entered me with his fingers. My hips came off the bed.

The combined efforts of his hand and his tongue pushed me over the edge in almost no time. Before I knew it, I was gripping the sheets and moaning his name. I was still feeling myself contract from my orgasm when he positioned himself on his knees between my legs. He entered me and began to move, while gently rubbing me with his thumb. I came moments after he did.

After my orgasm, he collapsed next to me and pulled me into his arms.

“Was that okay?”

“It was so much better than okay.”

He smiled. “I want it to be good for you. You can tell me, you know. If I do something wrong or if it’s not something you like. I won’t get upset about it. I know this is one area where I have almost nothing to offer you.”

“You don’t actually think that, do you?”

“Yes, but I try not to dwell on it.”

I ran my hand through his hair. “Being here with you has been the most intense experience of my life. Truly.”

He looked unconvinced.

“If you didn’t always climax, would you still want to make love to me?”

His answer was immediate. “Absolutely.”

“And why is that?”

“To be as close to you as possible, to touch you, to worship you.”

That made me giggle. “You worship me?”

He blushed. “Was I not just on my knees?”

Now I laughed. He may be inexperienced, but he had a dirty little mind.

“I see what you mean, but I still want to give you physical pleasure.” He paused. “Have you ever faked it?”

I knew exactly what he was asking, but hoped I was wrong.  “Faked what?”

“An orgasm.”

“Many times.” I didn’t lie to him, but I still hated that he wanted to know.

“Have you faked it with me?”

“I’ve never faked anything with you,” I answered truthfully.

“Promise me you won’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

For several minutes, we held each other in silence.

“We still have some daylight left. Care to go for a swim?” he asked.

“I’d love to.”

Soon we were splashing around in the waves. I decided the only thing better than Edward half-dressed and wet was Edward undressed and wet. Sadly, there were a few other homes just close enough to the Cullens’ that I didn’t feel comfortable with him on the beach naked in broad daylight.

We rinsed off in the outdoor shower, and this time we removed our swimsuits. Edward said he wanted to be completely sure we didn’t get any sand in the house because it created additional work for the housekeeper. I believed him until he said that my breasts were sandier than the rest of me, and I wasn’t capable of washing them myself.

We eventually made our way back to the terrace wrapped in beach towels. I noticed the hot tub was positioned in a way that assured privacy.

“Want to soak?” I asked.

“I’d love to. I’ll be right in.”

As soon as I stepped out of my towel and into the hot tub, it’s warm water began working wonders on my muscles. I’d never had a twenty-four hour sexathon before. I’d never wanted to. Edward brought out all sorts of new emotions in me.

He reappeared with two glasses of wine and handed them to me.

“If you’re trying to get me drunk, it’s not necessary. I think I’ve made it clear that I’ll put out while sober.”

He laughed as he climbed into the hot tub and sat next to me.

“One of them is for me,” he clarified, taking one of the glasses from me.

“Do Carlisle and Esme know you’re drinking? I mean, you are a little young for that.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No.”

“Okay, I’m sensing a double standard here regardless of your answer, but humor me anyway. When did you start drinking?”

“My first year of college.”

“I start college in two months. Are you expecting me to have some enormous epiphany the day I move into the dorms that will impart upon me some wisdom I am currently lacking which will enable me to make better decisions while under the influence of substances?”

“Well, no, but you’re under age, and you’re here with me. It’s not appropriate.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Everything we’ve done in the past twenty four hours, and you’re telling me you think I’m too young to have a glass of wine?”

“It is against the law.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Look, the fact that your parents seem to be okay with me is huge. I really like them. I don’t want to do anything that would cause them to re-evaluate their position on our relationship.”

“That may be valid. But that wasn’t all you said. I believe you said I was ‘a little young for that.'”

“Legally–”

“I have a glass of wine with my parents at dinner almost nightly, but that isn’t what this is about. If this were truly about the legality of the situation or the way you’ve perceived my parents’ approval of us as capricious, you would have voiced your concern without patronizing me. This has nothing whatsoever to do with underage drinking. You don’t see me as your equal.”

I did in some areas, and I didn’t in others, but none of it was the way he was thinking it was. We most certainly were not equals; he was way too good for me.

“I’m trying to view us as equals.” It was an honest answer, just not in the way he thought it was.

“Can you try a bit harder? Because this will never work between us if you continue to act like you’re my babysitter.”

Ouch.

He took my wine glass out of my hand and placed both of them down on the rim of the tub before pulling me into his arms.

“I want us to work more than anything.”

“Me, too,” I muttered against his chest.

“When do I get to meet Alice? And I know you’re not close with your father, but I’d also like to meet him.”

“My father is on the other side of the country. Even I haven’t been to see him in two years. That’s just not practical.”

“Alice is on the other side of the Delaware River. I’m beginning to think I’ll never meet her.”

“You will. Though in all honestly, if your intelligence truly matched its hype, you’d want to put off meeting Alice until after the wedding. She’s in full blast bridezilla mode at the moment. You may come away with a skewed perception of who she is.”

I wasn’t lying; I was telling a half-truth. I neglected to add that I doubted that Alice would approve of us even in her non pod-person state.

“I’ll keep that in mind. However, as your boyfriend I should meet your best friend.”

“I’ll see what I can figure out.” I knew I’d have to tell her eventually.

He gave me a soft kiss.

“Thank you.”

Later on when we were getting ready for bed, I heard my iPhone ringing in my overnight bag. I dug it out too late to answer it. I had fourteen missed calls. Twelve from Alice and two from Rose.

Fuck.

I’d never told Alice I was going away for the weekend.

Alice left five voice messages and Rose had left one. I played Rose’s first.

“Hey, Bella. It’s Rose. Listen, you never told Alice you were going down the shore this weekend. I didn’t want you to come home to the Spanish Inquisition, so I told her you were at some teachers’ retreat and that you did tell her about it at McGillan’s one night, she just probably couldn’t hear you over Jazz’s bad impersonation of Meatloaf. I hope that’s okay. Hope you two are having a nice time. And if you get lucky, make him wear a condom. They help with staying power. Bye!”

Condoms, huh? Now why hadn’t I thought of that?





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  1. on 29 Sep 2010 at 7:59 pmlisa89

    In case I wasn’t clear in my earlier comments, I’m very fond of your Edward, haha. It was awesome that he called Bella out on her being a douche about drinking. That’s what’s so great about him – he’s so self-assured (despite his insecurities) and knows what he wants and knows how he deserves to be treated. brb swooning

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  2. on 25 Nov 2010 at 2:10 pmBooksgalore/Bookishqua

    Love Rose. And Alice I suspect is going to go bonkers.
    Books

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  3. on 09 Dec 2010 at 12:10 amNKubie

    I’m glad Edward gave Bella shit about the glass of wine. She really has a real dichotomy going there.

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  4. on 29 Dec 2010 at 6:36 amFancastride

    I’m sure there will be trouble ahead. Meeting Alice should be ummm…interesting.

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  5. on 04 Jan 2011 at 1:12 amSea4Me

    I want her to fess up on everything!

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