TWO DAYS LATER

I had my wedding; everything went as well as possible. It was our wedding night, and Mrs. Bella Cullen, me, was ready to get in bed with my husband. After the day’s events, I was exhausted, but not tired enough to sleep. We were lying on the bed in his room. His arms were wrapped around me and I snuggled close to him, breathing in his scent. I was wearing the silky hyacinth colored undergarments Alice bought me a few days ago, a white t-shirt and sweats. Night had just fallen. I was ready, and I hoped Edward was too.

I slowly pushed myself away from his grasp and looked into his eyes. Too nervous to speak, I studied his face, trying to convey my thoughts silently. Seeming to understand, he reached out for me again and repositioned our bodies. I was lying with my back on the bed, and he was on top of me, kneeling between my legs.

Carefully, almost with exaggerated slowness, Edward reached out and pulled my shirt off. Upon seeing my silky bra, I swear I heard him gasp. He laid down against my torso and reached around to unhook my bra strap, never breaking the kiss. Momentarily, he pulled away and slipped off my bra. In this short time, I caught my breath.

Instead of returning to my lips, his cold lips kissed my chest, his hands massaging my breasts. I was breathing hard, trying to focus. I reached out to run my hands through his hair. In response to his touch, he moved his mouth back to mine, and pulled his body off of mine, just enough to let me unbutton his shirt.

His shirt now hanging open, my hands explored his muscles. He was strong and beautiful – my angel. I didn’t get to explore for long because he had pulled away again, shaking off his shirt and returning to kissing my chest. I settled for running my hands through his hair again.

I was in heaven. Everything was so careful, yet free and passionate. I loved Edward, with all my heart, and he loved me back. I felt his lips begin to move down my torso towards my sweats. When he reached the edge, he rolled to the side a bit and pulled them off of me.

I was exposed to him; the only thing left on my body was the silk underwear. He looked up and down my body, passion filling his eyes. When his gaze finally met mine, he rolled back on top of me. He pressed his pelvis to me and I pressed back. We kissed, holding each other as closely as we could.