Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Silver ❯ Chapter 3

Silver

 

Chapter 3

 

AN: This chapter contains content not suitable for viewers under the age of 17. If you want to read a clean version of this chapter, please read it on fanfiction.net under the author of kawaiigemini.

 

Nervous excitement engulfed Wanda as Ian lifted her out of the water. He placed her gently on her feet near her towel and clothes. Wanda wasted no time drying off and getting dressed.

“Ian!” she hissed when he bent over to kiss her neck

“Mmm?” he murmured, still kissing her neck.

“Stop it! Can't you wait until we get to our room?” Ian wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her once before letting her go. Wanda quickly toweled off and dressed. “Let's go, Ian” Wanda said, a little nervously. What she was about to do was slowly dawning on her. Oh god, she thought. What if I'm really bad at this? How does it even work? She quickly grabbed Ian's had and held on tightly as they strode through the passage ways closer and closer to their room. When they actually got there, Wanda was close to panicking. Thoughts were racing through her head, and none of them were too reassuring. What if he doesn't like it? What if I'm really bad at it? Will it hurt?...

Wanda almost jumped when Ian stopped suddenly. Looking around, she realized they were outside their room and Ian was now moving the doors away so they could enter. Seeing the bed, Wanda straightened and walked over to the mattress. She sat down and moved back so Ian could join her. What was she worried about? Ian loved her, and she loved him. Even if it was awkward, Ian would not hate her, she just needed to relax.

Ian smiled at her sudden boldness. “You sure you want to do this? Do you feel well enough?”

For a moment, anger surged through her, suprising her thoroughly. “I'm fine, Ian. Just come here. We both have waited too long for this.”

Ian leaned over to her, pushing her gently down so her head rested on her pillow. Ian was all gentleness as he cradled her head in his hand, kissing her slowly on the mouth. It was a smoldering heat, like when she kissed him in Mel's body. Only this time, the fire flared quickly, leaving her breathless as he moved down her neck.

Wanda felt him tentatively lift the hem of her shirt, placing a warm palm on her stomach. She jerked at the touch, but understood what he wanted. Quickly, she sat up and pulled her shirt off. She was anxious now, and moved to unbutton his work shirt, kissing him on the chest where she unbuttoned it. In her frustration to be done with the shirt, she yanked it from his shoulders.

“Whoa, Wanda, slow down!” he laughed, but helped her get his shirt off. He eased her back down onto the bed and straddled her waist. Leaning down, he found his favorite place on her neck as he negotiated the material of her bra. She shivered as his hand slipped under her bra and gripped her breast.

Wanda arched her back, pressing into his hand, encouraging him to go farther. Ian looked up at her for a brief moment, then lifted her torso up to unhook her bra. Wanda went for his pants.

Both fumbled quite a bit, but eventually, their clothes lay forgotten on the floor as Wanda and Ian explored each other. Wanda ran her hands up and down her back, feeling the strong muscles that ran up and down. Ian lavished attention on her breasts.. Suddenly, Ian spanned a hand on her flat stomach and whispered in her ear. “Come for me, Wanderer,” and he placed his other hand on her thigh, moving it up slowly to the juncture of her legs. He slowly slipped two fingers into a place Wanda had never known would give her such pleasure.

Wanda gasped and bucked her hips as Ian began pumping his fingers in and out. Wanda's eyes grew wide as sensations she never knew were possible ran up and down her body. Ian smiled at the encouragement and withdrew his attentions from her for the smallest of moments before he tentatively touched a small spot that surprised Wanda so much, she groaned and her eyes rolled. Ian stroked it and rubbed it until Wanda was oblivious to anything but Ian's hands. Something deep inside of her began to change. The juncture between her legs, that place she had never given any attention to in the past, claimed all of her attention as all of her muscles seized up. It felt so good, she couldn't even describe what was going on. The sensation built and built between her legs, where Ian worked until something happened, and she nearly cried out in ecstasy as she rode out waves of pleasure. Long seconds stretched out before she came back down to earth where Ian waited for her.

Panting, she asked “What was that?”

Ian simply smiled and placed his hands on either side of her shoulders. “Are you ready?”

Unable to speak, she merely nodded, bracing herself. This was the unknown. She started as she felt him place his weight on her hips. Wanda kept her eyes on Ian as he slowly entered her.

“Relax,” Ian whispered when he felt her tense. When he felt her relax, he slowly went forward until he was completely inside of her. Looking up, he saw Wanda breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut. “I've hurt you,' he said, making to pull out of her, but he stopped as she grabbed his arm.

“Just stay still for a second,” she said as her breathing slowed. When she was ready, she nodded to Ian. He pulled back and slid in again slowly. Wanda moaned, moving with Ian to find a rhythm. Once established, Ian needed no encouragement. The same sensations she felt earlier began to build again. Ready for it this time, she embraced the feelings and called out his name as the wave broke over her, sending her into an oblivion of pleasure. She felt Ian sieze up. Looking up, she found his eyes glazed and unfocused.

When it was over, Ian collapsed on the bed next to her, breathing hard. Wanda looked into Ian's face. He was smiling at her, dazed. Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, “You are amazing.”

Wanda had a million thoughts racing through her head, complete satisfaction being foremost in her mind. She had done it. She was now, truly, Ian's partner. Snuggling closer, she and Ian fell into a contented sleep, the sleep enjoyed by lovers in each other's embrace. Safe, secure, and loved.

 

AN: That was my first sex scene, and I hate it. I'm not going to apologize for it, because I think that is dumb. Let me know what you think.