Us
Author:
Fresitaazul
Chapter:
1
Disclaimer:
I don't own the characters in this story. The world of Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I mean no disrespect, nor am I looking to make any profit from this. I wrote this for fun.
Rating:
M. For mature themes and language. All-Human story.
Author Note:
If you choose to read it, please enjoy. It has sexual situations, and if that is not your cup of tea, turn around and leave. Otherwise, thank you for reading! I am grateful for reviews, and please be constructive and gentle. This is the first twilight story I write after a failed first attempt! This story has NOT been BETA.
Thanks again.
Chapter 1.
Not knowing where most of the kitchen utensils were in the newly-rented home in Atlanta, I searched through each and every cabinet for a big enough baking sheet.
I was finally alone in the house having a few hours for myself before I had to return to work the next day; I enjoyed the soft notes that came from my iPod and played in the background, as I mixed the batter for a new cookie recipe. It would be a surprise for him… And he would love it.
I cleaned my hands as I finished the mixture, and poured the batter onto the baking sheet. I opened the top-of-the-line convection oven and my stomach did a twirl at the thought of my first baked creation at the new house.
We had only been in the place for about a week or so, and we had already made it our own. We enjoyed small, simple spaces. Open enough for air and light to bathe us in the morning as we drank our cup of coffee, and enjoyed a small chat before first call. A kitchen furnished with appliances for my cooking therapy, and a refrigerator big enough for the many dishes I was hoping to create and store in it.
Nobody was more excited about filming this movie than Edward and I.
Well, maybe the fans were too… but we had truly come full circle now. Two years, and here we were, living together, planning together… just being happy together.
The sound of the front door opening and closing brought me back from my thoughts, as I made my way to the foyer. He stood there in his gym clothes, sweaty and sexy as ever.
I jumped him. Literally. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I straddled his, and gifted me with a long, wet kiss on the lips.
"Hi, there," He said into my mouth, as I pecked his. I gave him open-mouthed kisses all over his face, and felt him smile against my cheek as I traveled lower to his jaw.
"Hi," I said, finally looking up into his eyes. He was so handsome. So much more like this than when he wore designer suits and tuxedos.
"Miss me, I see?" His cheeky expression, so childish and delicious, made me giggle like a schoolgirl.
Yeah. The man had me whipped.
I nodded and pulled him to me for another kiss. We ended up making out for a few more minutes, until he began to complain about his legs hurting from the day's work out.
"Edward, you're such a whiner," I laughed as he set me down, but still held my waist from behind.
"What? I hate exercising. Well, at the gym that is…" His hands traveled from my stomach to my breasts, lingering around my nipples.
Yeah… did I say I was whipped?
I shiver ran through me, because when it came to Edward and I, we were insatiable for one another. I wanted him already, and allowed him to push me down the hallway, leading me to a nearby flat surface.
"Shall we try the dinning room today?" He whispered sensually against my ear, kissing and nibbling his way down my throat.
"We haven't fucked here yet?" I breathed, finally reaching the long wooden surface and placing my palms against it.
He simply shook his head against my shoulder blades, his fingers expertly grasping the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. I felt his erection against my ass grow harder, as he discovered I didn't wear a bra.
His hands massaged my breasts, each thumb teasing my nipples and pulling gently.
"I love your tits," He spoke against my neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin with physical lust.
"I love your hands on my tits," His eyes met mine, seconds before our mouth became hungry and our tongues battled with one another.
Oh my God. The things the man could do to me… inexplicable.
A knock on the door stopped my heart suddenly. "Fuck!" I said as I turned into Edward's heated body. He wasn't bothered by the intrusion, and continued to tease my tits as if nothing had happened. His mouth was searching for mine, but the doorbell ringing distracted me further.
"Edward, stop! Someone's at the door," I told him, trying to escape his grasp. When I was finally free of his demanding hands and mouth, I found my discarded shirt on the floor and pulled it over my head quickly. As I made my way to the door, I turned around to check on Edward - he had disappeared into our bedroom, hopefully to shower and rid himself of a painful erection.
What a fucking waste. Whomever was at the door, better be in danger of dying!
I looked out the peephole and sighed when I saw my bodyguard and personal assistant standing there.
"Hey Mark, what's up?" I asked, sincerely hoping this interruption to my day off was worth his troubles.
"Hey. You asked me to buy you this stuff at the store, remember?" He pointed to the grocery bags in his hands.
"Oh, shit! Sorry. Sure, of course. Come in. Thanks," He knew what I was up to. He knew me too well. And he knew what Edward and I were up to when I acted so rushed. I couldn't help but blush at the thought of the man knowing I was about to get fucked against a dinning room table by my boyfriend.
He silently set the bags on the table and began to retreat.
"Do you need anything else?" He asked in earnest. The man would do anything to allow me to avoid going out in the public and have people tweet what food I buy in the store.
"No, we're good. Thanks. I'll see you tonight." I hugged him as we said our good byes at the door.
I leaned against it, and stole another peak to make sure he had left. I loved the neighborhood this house was located – quiet, private, exclusive. No nosy neighbors, no known celebrities, no paparazzi.
I heard the water running from our bathroom, and chose to shower with him instead. Fucking in the dinning room table could wait.
The steam flooded the room, covering the mirror with the mist and humidity. I heard him hum in the shower stall, and decided I would allow him some alone time for a bit. He was definitely singing a new song… one he was probably working on and hadn't showed me yet. I would have to ask him later.
I undressed, taking my time as I enjoyed the musical sound of his voice. My heart rose with excitement, as I anticipated our soon-to-be encounter in the shower. He was so creative, and so attentive with me. I was insatiable when it came to our sex life. And his singing did nothing to alleviate my growing arousal.
God, I love him!
I gently opened the glass doors, and leaned my back flat against the tiles, watching his muscles move under his skin as he thoroughly washed his hair.
Hmm… the workouts were definitely paying off. I thought, as his ass cheeks flexed, and his back muscles became noticeable.
"You voyeur," He said, not bothering to turn and look at me. He continued to shampoo his hair, the strands now longer than a few months before. I liked his hair long like that. I liked pulling at it hard.
Fuck.
"Oh, you know me… voyeur extraordinaire," My hands traveled down my body, my fingers beginning a small and soft caress on my clit.
"What are you doing there, Bella?" He still wouldn't turn. And the thrill of it excited me even more. He had to know I was touching myself. He'd heard the want and need in my voice many times before.
"Teasing my clit. You?" I breathed, closing my eyes for good measure.
Fuck. Double fuck. The feeling was amazing.
"Fuck." His hoarse voice made me grin between the meticulous rubbings going on in my sex.
And that did it. He turned to face me, his erection hard against his stomach, his hands rubbing it in a rhythmic motion… up, down, up, down.
"You are so fucking sexy. So fucking… sexy," His eyes devoured my body. He watched hungrily as my fingers played with my sex, not penetrating… just caressing.
"Oh, God…" I was so aroused, as usual. The things we did, were borderline pornographic. We simply had so much alone time, having to stay home and… improvise. And we had so much chemistry together - I couldn't resist him. We draw each other in like moths to the light.
"Fuck me," He roared as he studied the way my fingers circled my clit, then my sex. I had gotten a brazilian wax a few weeks ago, and I loved the way being bare made me feel. Made him feel.
His hands became erratic, his arms itching to reach for me. But he resisted. Our eyes bore into each other, the erotic moment making us forget the world. Work. Everything. His cock bobbed against his belly, his fingers massaging and pulling frantically.
We continued to pleasure ourselves in front of the other, until we couldn't be away any longer. I was the first to give in.
"Edward… fuck me. Just… fuck me, please." I begged into his mouth, as he complied and pushed me against the wall. His knee pushed me legs open, and he reached for my butt to lift me up. I felt him push inside me, and my world made sense again. His loving eyes, watching me with desperate love and lust. I couldn't believe I had him. All mine.
"Mine," I said out loud, as he began to move in me.
"Yes, yours. Only yours, love," His voice traveled all the way to my clit, igniting the pending climax in the lower part of my abdomen. His thumb pushed on my clit then, sending bolts of energy through my body. I was coming soon.
"Please…" I breathed, begging for more. Anything. Everything.
"What, love? Tell me. Tell me what you want. It's yours," He said against my mouth, his lips traveling down to suck on my breasts. "I fucking love your tits," He fucking did love them.
I laughed, a mix of excitement and complete bliss.
"Fuck… fuck!" I heard him say against my skin, his mouth and tongue playing with my left nipple. His lips then reached up, and he kissed me long and deep over my heart.
"I fucking love you, Bella. I fucking love you so much," He said as he sped up his thrusts in me. My hands pulled his hair, the wet strands soaking my fingers as I ran them through.
"I fucking love you, too." I told him, because we needed to tell each other this in moments of such unguarded passion. We needed to know love was always the underlying emotion. Love, wrapped with passion, lust, arousal, need.
"Oh God. I'm coming. Now!" My eyes shut, feeling the sensation take over my body. I could feel every nerve in me awake and alert.
"Look at me. Open your eyes, Bella! Look at me." He said, his own orgasm building right in time with mine.
I couldn't take it. The depth of his gaze, the thrusts of his hips, and the kisses of his mouth did it. I came undone, and he did too. My butt hit the tiles, as he pushed a few more times as our climaxes resided.
He kissed me long and slow, as he lowered me to the floor and our eyes met.
He smirked, coinciding with my knowing smile. He leaned down to kiss my forehead – because he did sweet things like that, after fucking my brains out against the shower wall. He helped me wash my hair, massaging my scalp, and every once in a while, groping my ass.
"You are such an ass man," I told him, as I rinsed off the shampoo.
"Ass, tits… anything that belongs to you." His palms traveled up and down the curve of my butt, almost reverently. He gave me a chaste kiss on my shoulder, as he patted my backside one more time, and shut down the water.
We dried ourselves, and I made my way into the kitchen, just in time for my cookies to come out of the oven.
"Hmm, that smells awesome. What did you make me this time, Bella?" His arms tried to hug me from behind, but I escaped them quickly. He looked at me wounded, and pouted.
"Don't fucking cheat! You know you can't eat them yet." Yeah. Sometimes I had to talk to my sex god as a child. Which was a little disturbing, to be honest.
"Fine." He sat in one of the stools in front of the kitchen island – pout still in place - and began nibbling at some leftover brownie.
"Edward!" I whined, as I took the treat from his hand.
"What?" He questioned me, trying to hide the smile from his face, and look hurt.
"Dinner, remember?" I knew he remembered, but he always played dumb when it came to cast dinners. Truth was, he hated them. I wasn't too fond of them myself either, but I was kind of looking forward to seeing some of the people we would be working with there. And the sushi restaurant was supposed to be amazing, so that helped my eagerness a little more.
"Yeah, I remember." His eyes lowered, and before I could blink, he had raised me onto the counter, and stood between my legs. He kissed me. And I smiled into our kiss.
"What? You ready for another round, lover boy?" I teased, my hands playing with his hair.
"Hmm… I'm always ready for another round, love. But, no. That's not what I want… right this minute, that is." He pulled my lower lip gently, and turned to snatch three cookies, directly from the cookie sheet.
My mouth hung open. He had played me again. Damn it!
"You'll pay for this, thief!" I screamed jokingly, and heard him laugh from the room where we kept our guitars.
He could keep the cookies. The real punishment would come when I made the pie, and he had to beg for a piece.
I grinned at the thought, and ate a cookie myself as I made my way to the room to get dressed.