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~Hey baby, let's go to Vegas~
Bella:
Edward drew me onto his back and we headed back to his house as the rain began to pour. I rested my forehead against his shoulder, and felt the rain start to saturate my clothes. The soft but steady rhythm of his running began to do strange things to my body. The vibration made the warmth between my thighs start to grow, and where my breasts pressed against the hard planes of his back and rubbed, my nipples hardened. I knew he must be able to feel my arousal, and that knowledge made me blush, which I was sure he could feel as well.
Dear god, he smelled amazing…the rain seemed to envelop me in his scent. Did I actually just decline to be intimate with him? After all those times that he had refused…was I insane? I was already regretting my decision, wishing that I could turn back the clock for just a few minutes. To heck with responsibility, I wanted to be irresponsible, if only for tonight—in his arms.
We reached the edge of the clearing near the Cullen home, and I took my time sliding off of his back, trying to press every curve to him. I was hoping he would decide to ignore my earlier request for abstinence, or at least give me the opportunity to demonstrate my change of heart.
Edward turned to face me, and I saw his eyes widen slightly in appreciation as his gaze travelled down my body. My breath caught in my throat and I felt myself grow from warm to hot, as his eyes travelled, I imagined it was his hands on me. I knew my desire must be obvious to him. My clothes felt soaked—an echo of what his gaze was doing to me below the waist. I blushed, embarrassed, and expecting him to turn away, but he didn't. My mouth felt suddenly dry, and I licked my lips nervously.
"Edward?" I whispered. I intended to ask him to kiss me, just once more, but he moved before I could finish my request. As if he really could read my mind, he caught me around the waist and brought his lips to mine. Where his cool hands and mouth met my body, I felt burned, scorched with ice and fire.
I couldn't help myself, I clung to him. I tried to wrap myself around him, and gasped when he obliged. His hands cradled me, lifting me, and allowed me to lock my arms and legs around him. My only thought was to have him closer. I wanted to feel his naked flesh on mine. I pressed closer and began to work the buttons of his shirt hurriedly, hoping he wouldn't stop me.
I felt the hard length of him grow harder still, and I drew even closer. My hands travelled over his perfect, naked chest, and I pressed my breasts to him. I arched into him, riding him, and the feeling was delicious. Everywhere where our bodies met there was fire, and in the places where he had yet to touch me there was an even hotter blaze growing.
I felt his hand beneath my shirt, slipping slowly up my ribcage. He hesitated beneath the edge of my bra, and I shifted, practically shoving myself into his hand. His fingers grazed my nipple and I moaned aloud. I positively ached for him.
Edward dipped his head and my body registered his mouth on me. I thought I would finally spontaneously combust, if only with pleasure as he took my nipple in his mouth. I wanted him to take me right then and there, and I rocked my hips against him, enjoying the friction it created. I could feel every hard inch of him through my damp jeans, which were soaked by the rain and by me, inside out. I knew I should be ashamed of myself, but I couldn't stop riding him. My body had a mind of its own, demonstrating with my hips what I wanted him to do to me.
I heard his voice echoing in my mind from when we had discussed marriage previously, promising me that we could be married with no fuss, Vegas style, if I wanted. I wondered if he would honor that promise. If I offered marriage tonight, would he agree? Would he agree to take me bed tonight as well? I had to try. I whispered, "Edward, didn't you say something about Vegas once?" hoping he would catch my drift, praying that he wouldn't refuse what I was really asking, which was that he take me tonight.
He didn't answer, but gave me my favorite crooked smile instead. He pulled out his phone and began to work the buttons on it behind me. God help me, I couldn't stop clinging to him in the most embarrassing manner. Please, please, please, I prayed, take me, don't say no.
"We can be there in within four hours, Bella", he said. I thought I would explode. Could I wait that long? Better to not press my luck, I decided. His hands were pushing me down him, to stand me on my feet, and I took full advantage to press myself against every hard inch of him on the way down.
I should call Alice, to cover for me with my dad. I was hoping to be gone at least one night. No, better make that Angela, I thought. Alice would be none too pleased over this. I prayed that she would understand that some things just couldn't wait. Edward took my hand and we practically ran to his car.
Edward sped through the steady drizzle of the rain, and for once I didn't care how fast he drove. I used Edward's phone. Angela agreed to cover for me, and didn't even ask for an explanation. Charlie seemed thrilled at the prospect of me having a sleepover—thank god he didn't know what kind of sleepover I was truly hoping for.
We reached Seattle in what had to have been record time. At the entrance to the airport, Edward paused. "Are you sure this is what you want, Bella?" he asked. "I don't want you to regret this later. I want to give you the wedding you've dreamed of."
I couldn't help it; the words were out of my mouth before I could rein them in. I told Edward under no uncertain terms that in about four hours I would show him exactly what I had been wanting and dreaming about…and it had nothing to do with the wedding ceremony. To my surprise, he didn't reproach me. In fact, his eyes darkened and smoldered, effectively dazzling me into silence.
Edward paused again at a small shop in the plaza of the airport. "Bella, would you mind if I purchased a change of clothes? I believe we both are slightly drenched. We have time before the flight." I answered that I didn't mind at all. I was actually starting to chafe a little, and the damp clothes were freezing in the chilly airport air-conditioning.
Edward made a selection for himself quickly, and handed me several outfits as well. I rolled my eyes, and prepared to argue. "No discussion, Bella. It's our wedding day…and night" Edward murmured. That silenced me.
I headed to the cubby hole of a dressing room, and removed my damp clothes hurriedly. I had just removed my bra, when the door to the changing room opened, and Edward walked in, looking down at a dark blue little summer dress on a hanger. "I thought this would look lovely on you, Bella, no arguments, please." He paused, and then looked up at me, and froze. His eyes widened, and then he turned around immediately. "Bella, I'm terribly sorry. I had absolutely no idea that you were changing so quickly."
I dropped my hands from where I had moved to cover myself. An idea occurred to me, and I felt my skin warm at just the thought. "It's ok, Edward. I'm actually so chilly… I was starting to shake...maybe you could help me try that on."
I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I worried that I had pushed my luck, but then he turned to face me. In my mind, I refused to be embarrassed, but my blush betrayed me. I was very conscious of the fact that this was the first time Edward had seen me this undressed.
I watched as his eyes travelled from my eyes, to my waist, to my feet, and back up again. His eyes darkened, and I swallowed loudly and licked my lips nervously. Suddenly, his hands were on me, in my hair, then to my shoulders and back again. His lips met mine with a fervor he had seldom allowed before.
My back was suddenly pressed against the dressing room wall, and Edward's lips began to create a trail from my neck to my breasts. I felt his breathing increase, and then his mouth was on me. His lips were cold, but where his mouth engulfed me I was ablaze. His tongue caressed me, and my breasts felt swollen with pleasure under his lips.
He pushed against me with his hips, and I complied, happily parting my legs and wrapping them around his waist. He ground into me again and again, and I panted against his neck, arching into his thrusts. My thin cotton panties were soaked, but not from the rain, and I felt the heat between my thighs intensifying. He rode me against the wall, and I could feel every inch of his hard length through his jeans. I climaxed, gasping his name softly as the room spun.
My hands had a mind of their own, reaching to struggle with the buttons of his jeans. His hands stopped me, holding me in his iron grip. He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, "Bella, we're going to miss our flight if we continue, and I promise you I'm not done with you yet. Not by half, my love."
I don't know how I stood; my legs felt as if they were made of jello. Edward dressed me in silence…his hands moving slowly, lingering as he pulled the straps of the blue dress into place. He nodded in approval at the way it clung to me, and leaned to whisper again in my ear. "I'm looking forward to removing that dress tonight." I flushed, and Edward led me out to the register, where he paid for the stack of clothing he had accumulated for me, as well as the tag to the dress he had clothed me in, and a change of clothes for himself. I thought the salesman smirked at us, but his smile evaporated at the look Edward gave him.
Edward pulled me to the boarding gate, after checking in and disappearing to change clothes himself. As we sat in the comfortable first class seats, Edward turned to smile at me. "Just think, you'll be Mrs. Cullen on the flight back" he murmured. I felt my face flush, and I smiled involuntarily as I laid my head against his cool shoulder.
