In the Bleak Midwinter

Bella's POV

“Really, love, you can't be angry with them. It was inevitable.”

“I don't want to discuss it, Edward.” My voice was hard. “Distract me.”

He stepped up behind me, where I sat on the black leather couch in his old bedroom, and kissed the nape of my neck gently. I shuddered at the light touch of his lips. It was impossible that after nearly eight years of being a vampire, my physical attraction to him only intensified day by day. It had started out reasonable, with us making love once or twice per day for a few years, and then I had tried to put some space between the instances, afraid that the passion would fade. Quite the opposite had happened. With every sunrise and sunset, I only wanted him more, and every orgasm seemed impossibly stronger than the last.

And, although I knew that he hadn't changed physically (his was still the same perfect 17-year-old body that it had always been), it seemed as though every time I gazed at him he was more handsome. Human love could not compare to this.

Edward continued kissing the back of my neck as my head lolled forward, my hair conveniently pulled up into a ponytail that was so easily swept aside for his gentle kisses. I heard a wordless sound escape my lips, and I gazed out through the glass to the snow-filled night before me. I felt his hands searching for the buttons at the front of my blouse, impatiently and quickly unbuttoning one after the other. I suddenly felt my bra fall loose on my shoulders, and I shrugged it off.

Edwards fingertips curled around the curvature of my round breasts, and I was thankful that my vampire chest was more ample than my human chest had been. They barely fit into his large hands, and my nipples were nearly always erect and ready to be grazed by his touch.

I felt my head tip to the side as his lips transferred from the nape of my neck to the side of my throat. This was the most sensitive spot on my body, and he had to support my torso to keep me from falling over as he roughly caressed my skin with his lips and tongue, and I felt the tips of his teeth scrape seductively across the milky flesh.

My breath, though unnecessary, was ragged and strained as Edward applied more pressure to my neck and chest. I turned abruptly to face him, unable to stand any more of his powerful kisses.

“Edward,” I murmured onto his lips, “Will you try something you've never tried before?”

“What's that?” He asked, removing his own shirt and pants and my skirt in a fluid series of motions.

“I want you to... lick me... down there,” I closed my eyes at the thought. Why we had never gotten around to that, I didn't know. When I was a human, it was too dangerous; his teeth were venomous and he could have poisoned me. When I was a newborn vampire, I feared my own strength in my possible reaction to it. Now, though... I just wanted to see what it was like.

He kissed me deeply, and I knew that that was my answer. Of course I wouldn't want to kiss him once my own fluids were in his mouth. How thoughtful, I pondered aimlessly. Such a thoughtful husband.

Edward's face pulled away from mine, and I whimpered. He flashed his handsome crooked smile at me, though, and I nodded gratefully. His head lowered and I felt his hands spreading my knees apart gently. I nudged myself closer to the edge of the couch and leaned back. I wanted to see as much as possible.

Edward took the very tip of his tongue and flicked it against my inner thigh, and I nearly shivered. He worked his way closer to the wetness, to the entrance that craved him, but stayed maddeningly around it, working his tongue around my labia and the creases between my thighs and my vulva. I growled in frustration, and I felt him smile against me. At long last, his tongue was lapping slowly but firmly against my clitoris, and I let out a low hiss between my teeth as I struggled to maintain enough control to stay seated. My toes curled as his tongue poked into my entrance, now alternating between my g-spot and my clitoris with astonishingly magnificent force. I tried my hardest not to rip the leather off the couch, but I felt one of my nails poke through the couch. I ignored the damage I'd wrought and focused on the pleasure Edward was giving me.

Now he was thrusting his tongue, large and strong, into me, concentrating on the most sensitive areas with every push and lick. It was far too much, and within moments I could feel myself contracting around his tongue and felt his moan vibrate against my sex. I let out a groan of my own, forgetting the fact that everyone else in the house could hear our vocalizations just fine. Thank God Renesmee wasn't home. That would be embarrassing.

I felt the wetness pour out of me, felt his loving mouth lap it up hungrily, and I was still trembling with pleasure when his head popped out of the abyss and his adorable face came back into view.

“Edward...” I mumbled, my voice weak from the intensity of my orgasm. “That was...”

“Delicious,” he finished with a grin. I smiled sheepishly in response.

“Thank you,” I murmured, slowly putting my clothes back on.

“Don't you want any more?” he inquired, eying me curiously as I covered my body with clothing.

“Of course!” I responded, “But the couch really isn't the best place for mind-blowing sex, is it?”

He grinned again. “Let's go home,” he said. “After all, we do have all night.”