Hi, Friends! Look at me, updating in less than a month. :) Okay, it would have been sooner, but I wrote a little, fluffy Christmas O/S for fun. The link is on my page if you want to check it out. Let's see what's up with OlderWard and his Bella, shall we?
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After quickly packing the things I would need more immediately and one last hug goodbye from my dad, Edward and I headed back over to his place. Our place. I couldn't stop my grin at that thought. He and I lived together now, for the rest of our lives.
"What are you smiling about over there, Isabella," Edward teased.
I felt my cheeks warm and ducked my head slightly. "Nothing…just having a girly moment."
He chuckled and cocked an eyebrow. "'A girly moment?' What is going on inside that pretty head of yours? I'm not a mind reader, you know."
"I was thinking about the fact we're going home, to our house that we'll live in together for the rest of our lives, or at least you and I will live together in a house for the rest of our lives. It's a little surreal, you know?"
"Yeah, I do, but it's a good thing, right?" He reached over and threaded his fingers through mine.
I squeezed his hand in return. "It's a very good thing."
Once we were inside, Edward went straight into the kitchen and pulled out a key from a drawer. "This is yours," he said and handed it to me.
"Mine? You already had a key made for me?"
"I wish I could say I had that kind of foresight, but this was a spare." He pulled me to him and bent his head to kiss me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and tangling it with mine. I pressed my body flush with his and gripped his auburn locks tightly. The now familiar feeling of desire sparked throughout me and I moaned softly.
Edward broke our kiss and rested his forehead against mine. "Fuck, Isabella," he breathed, "You somehow always make me feel like a horny eighteen year old boy."
I giggled. "Good, because I am a horny eighteen year old girl and all I can focus on when I'm with you is the urge to fuck like rabbits. But that's what newlyweds are supposed to do, right?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely," he replied and began guiding me upstairs. He stopped us suddenly at the guest bathroom and turned my body to face inside. "Show me, Isabella," he said in a deep, gravelly voice that went straight to my kitty.
"Show you what?" I murmured, lost in the haze of lust.
"You know exactly what. I've long since known you desired me sexually; I just never understood the true depth of your feelings until this past weekend. Now, I want to see what you used to sneak in here and do when you would spend the night."
I stiffened and felt my entire body flush with embarrassment. "I-I-I…"
"It's okay, baby. Don't be upset, I used to wait on pins and needles to hear you walk in here. My bedroom is on the other side of that wall and you drove me fucking crazy with your little sighs and sounds, the way you moaned my name when you climaxed. I always imagined what you looked like touching yourself…while I stroked my cock in time with you."
A desperate, needy whine escaped my lips and I clenched my thighs together to try to ease the aching between them. Edward gently nudged me into the bathroom and I took a deep breath before stepping up to the counter and turning around. I slipped out of my ballet flats, unfastened my jeans, and pushed them off. He watched every movement I made with rapt attention and the look of unbridled lust emboldened me.
I hopped up onto the countertop and leaned back against the mirror. Lifting one foot, I placed it beside me to spread my legs wide. All of my previous hesitation was long forgotten, and I let my hand drift down and under the edge of my panties, slowly swirling two fingers into my wetness before bringing them up to my clit. I let out a little gasp at the sensation that seemed so much more heightened with Edward watching me.
"Panties off, Isabella," he growled and a smile ghosted over my lips.
"So demanding," I teased. He cocked one eyebrow as his only response and I complied.
After I let the scrap of lace fall to the floor, I returned to my previous position on display for him. Edward groaned and palmed himself through his pants. "You have such a pretty pussy, baby. Look at how dripping wet you are for me."
His sexy, dirty words sent shivers through me and I couldn't believe how turned on I was what we were doing. Desire pulsed through me and I dove right back in. I couldn't stop the moans that escaped me as I pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy and my thumb rubbed my most sensitive spot. My eyes drifted closed for a moment before snapping open to take in the sight of Edward advancing on me with hunger written all over his face. I was completely focused on how quickly he opened his pants and freed his erection before wrapping his fist around his dick. I was practically panting from the sight of his slow strokes up and down. All I could think was that I wanted him buried inside me as fast as possible.
"Edward," I begged, "Fuck me, please." God, I was getting so close to my orgasm, but not quite close enough. Even though I teetered on the edge, I simply wasn't able to bring it to fruition. I pressed harder against my clit, but still was unable to reach my goal.
"Come for me first, baby." His voice was rough and sent delicious shivers down my spine. "You have no idea how I tortured myself listening to you getting off in here. I came every single time you groaned my name as you found your ecstasy. I want to see it, Isabella." He flicked his eyes up to meet mine for a moment and then dropped his gaze back down to watch me intently as I wildly finger fucked myself.
His own movements quickened and I felt my body tighten as he continued to speak the most delightfully sinful words. "You look so fucking sexy like this. Fingers glistening, breasts heaving from your breaths, the scent of your arousal filling the air. Come, baby. Show me and I swear I'll fuck your sweet little pussy until you're milking my cock all over again."
"Oh, Edward…Edward…Edward!" I cried as pleasure suddenly flooded through me suddenly. My body clenched down on my fingers and I felt a rush of new wetness coat them. He made a feral noise and pushed my hand aside so he could thrust sharply into me. He grunted and stilled for a brief moment as I quivered around his hardness, before gripping my hips and slamming into me repeatedly. I held onto the counter tightly and let Edward take full control of our heated coupling. He rested his forehead against mine and we both watched his dick slide in and out. I fisted one hand into his hair and groaned loudly.
He was so fucking right about how hot this looked. The sight of him penetrating me over and over had that familiar tension coiling in my belly once more. "Oh, God. Don't stop, please, don't ever stop!" I keened incoherently.
"I won't," he grunted. "I promise I will always worship your body this way. Fuck, Isabella, you're so damn perfect!" He dropped his head to my shoulder and I knew from his uneven breathing he was close, but holding out for me first. He tilted my hips and I saw stars when the head of his peen rubbed against a spot inside me I didn't even know existed. I whimpered and he shifted to gently pinch my clit. That was all it took to have me yelling out as my orgasm rocked through me. I was so lost in my own bliss I didn't even notice when Edward came, too.
September came around faster than I would have imagined and with it started my first year as a college student. Things were a little different from what I'd pictured when I graduated from high school, but I couldn't have been happier. Edward and I settled into living together fairly easily. We had our arguments from time to time and I had needed to add my own touch to the house, but other than that our lives merged well. I kept myself busy working at the local bookstore I'd been with for a little over a year. Edward spent time prepping for classes he'd teach in the fall and working as the head architect on a side project.
I was a little nervous about college, mainly now due to the fact Edward would likely end up as one of my professors at some point since I was majoring in architecture. His work had fascinated me for years and he'd taken me under his wing as a protégé. So my base knowledge was much more than the average student just embarking. Add in that I was married to him and I worried trouble could pop up.
The night before classes started, I climbed into bed where Edward was already settled and assumed my normal position snuggled against him.
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "How are you feeling about tomorrow?"
"Umm… a mix of excited and anxious. I'm not exactly sure what to expect from college classes, but I'm also looking forward to seeing what life is like at U Dub."
"You're sure you don't feel robbed of a typical college experience?" he teased with a smile.
I smirked and straddled his lap, hooking my fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck. "I think I'm getting the ultimate college experience, actually. I can get laid anytime I desire and it's with the fuck hot professor all the girls want." I winked at him. "Plus I have an awesome roommate, so I totally lucked out. I bet I could seduce him, too."
Edward gave a playful smack to my bottom before sneaking his fingers under the edge of my boy shorts. "Is that right? So does that mean I get to screw the sexy co-ed on my desk? I promise to give extra credit."
My mouth found his for a moment and I nipped his lower lip. "Absolutely. I'll be such a good girl for you. I'm willing to do anything to make sure I get the top grade in class."
He flipped us suddenly and I let out a surprised squeal. I was pinned beneath him and he ground his hips into mine. "In that case, you'll have to be a very bad girl to earn that." I moaned as he licked and sucked along my neck while his hands wandered up to cup my breasts. After that words were few and much more sordid, spoken in heated whispers while our bodies communed in carnal pleasure.
"Tell me again what courses you're taking this quarter?" Edward asked as he drove us to campus.
"Intermediate Interdisciplinary Writing, which is linked to my Intro to Architecture Study class, and Calc with Analytic Geometry II."
"Jesus, Isabella. You aren't exactly easing into classes, are you?"
I grinned. "I'm an overachiever and it's not like I'm going to learn anything I don't already know with my architecture class. You've given me an exceptional base knowledge."
"Don't get too cocky. You still have plenty to learn, but you won't get into until your junior year. On the plus side, that class does a site visit and I happen to know where you'll be going this quarter." His smug expression was so cute I wanted to kiss it off him.
"And where might that be?" I asked and fluttered my eyelashes.
"You'll find out soon enough. I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise," he answered and winked at me.
We approached a red light and I slid my hand up his thigh. "You're sure you can't tell me? Not even a hint?" I felt him harden beneath the fabric of his dress pants.
He groaned and twitched his hips. "God, baby. You are going to drive me insane." He reached down to grasp my hand. "I'll just say that you might be able to get a ride home with me when the tour is over."
I pressed a kiss to the edge of his jaw. "That makes me very excited, in more ways than one. You know I love watching you work."
Edward groaned again and I laughed.
"Can anyone name one of the Gestalt Principles and why these are relevant to architectural design?" Dr. Atera asked my one-hundred-student Intro to Architecture Study class. A few heartbeats of silence followed and I raised my hand. He nodded at me.
"The Gestalt Principles are: similarity, continuation, closure, proximity, and figure/ground. They are useful because the set of theories are based on how humans perceive and organize visual elements into groups or a unified whole. So, some architects utilize this when designing to appeal to the visual sense of pattern and balance, or even symmetry versus asymmetry."
Dr. Atera raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Well done, Miss…?"
"Isabella Cullen," I answered and saw recognition cross his face.
"Ah. You must be Dr. Cullen's daughter."
"Not his daughter, no." He paused and studied me for a moment while I gazed steadily back, before he chuckled under his breath.
"I guess that rumor I heard this morning is true, after all." He left it at that, but I could feel the eyes of other students on me and I had to grit my teeth and ignore them until we were dismissed.
I made my way to one of the nearby campus cafés and threw my bag on a table. After placing my order with the server, I pulled out my calculus book and began reviewing the concepts touched on today that would be discussed further on Wednesday.
A girl with red hair and dark blue eyes dropped into the seat across from me and flashed a smile. "You're in Atera's Intro class, right? The one who knew about the Gesel Principles?"
"Gestault," I corrected with a quirk of my own lips.
"Right. So we're going to be study buddies because you obviously know your shit. I'm Victoria. Call me Tori." She stuck her hand out and I grasped it.
"Isabella, but I go by Bella."
"Cool. Nice to meet and all that. Second question, what the hell was that with the prof and rumors he heard?" I sighed and crossed my arms defiantly. "What? I'm totally making friends because of the studying thing. Getting the dirt on you is just a bonus."
I rolled my eyes, but decided to relent. At the same time a group of girls who looked to be a few years older than me sat at a nearby table, talking loudly.
"Holy hell, did you see that Cullen's wearing a wedding ring now? Who the fuck did he marry? I'll cut a bitch for taking him off the market. God, he's so fucking hot," a dirty blonde lamented.
"Totally! Lucky whore, he wouldn't even give any of us the time of day. Trust me, I tried." The dark haired one complained. I bristled and glared at her. Bitch had better stay away from Edward or she'd have hell to pay.
"Oh. My. God," Tori hissed. "You married one of the architecture teachers? Oooohh, that is good!"
"Shhh!" I motioned for her to pipe down, I wasn't finished eavesdropping. Tori whipped her head around and assessed each of them.
"We've all tried to get in his pants, Bree. He turns down everyone. I guess Lauren will be pissed beyond belief. She's his TA this year and was determined to fuck him come hell or high water." The last girl chimed in.
I narrowed my eyes, wishing I had superpowers to shoot lasers from them.
"I wonder if that's why he was in such a good mood this morning," Bree mused.
"Well, we did fuck in the shower," I muttered under my breath and Tori choked on her sip of coffee.
"I saw a new picture frame on his desk when I walked by his office. I bet it's her, we just have to get close enough to see," the blonde added.
Tori lost interest and started pestering me with questions. "How old are you? How did you even meet this guy?"
"I'll be nineteen in about two weeks. I was best friends with his daughter, we've known each other for quite some time." I winced at the pang of loss and regret from mentioning Alice. I hadn't thought I would, but I missed my friend more than I ever expected. She and Edward had begun to repair their relationship by talking on the phone, but he had shipped most of her things down to California because she wasn't ready to come back just yet. Alice's forgiveness had not extended to me.
Tori's eyes grew as big as saucers. "Whoa. Have you two been…you know…for a while?"
I shook my head. "We never did anything illegal. Not that I wouldn't have let him, but he has more restraint than me."
"How old is he?"
"He just turned 40 in June," I stated matter-of-factly.
"Dude! So he's…double your age? Isn't that kind of weird? He could be your father!"
"Thank you, captain obvious. I'm well aware. And, no, it isn't weird. Trust me, if you ever saw him you would understand." I tilted my head in the direction of the other table. "Those girls talking about him must be upperclassmen or grad students in the department."
She dismissively waved her hand. "No worries, B. You're totally hotter."
I snorted but grinned. "I wasn't worried. I might have the urge to claw their eyes out for looking at Edward like that, but I'm very secure in our relationship."
We exchanged numbers and decided to meet up again next week after class. I left not too long after the other girls did and headed over to the main architecture building to meet Edward. I wound through the hallways and was just about to reach his door when the dirty blonde from the café stopped me.
"Dr. Cullen isn't in his office right now. His office hours are between 1:00-3:00 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Can I help you with something?" She eyed me as she approached where I stood.
"No," I said and shook my head. "I know when his office hours are, he's expecting me. I'll just wait."
I was suddenly given her bitch brow as she crossed her arms. "What are you, a freshman? Dr. Cullen doesn't teach underclassmen. What business do you have with him?"
I smiled serenely at her. "That's between us."
"Isabella," someone called from behind me and I turned to see Dr. Atera. "Or should I say, Mrs. Cullen?"
"Hello, Dr. Atera."
"Please, we're outside of class; you can call me Quil. I'm sure we'll be interacting on a more personal basis with this new turn of events." He turned to the girl who was gaping at us. "Irina, I see you've met Dr. Cullen's new wife?"
"W-wife?" she stammered and I gleefully smirked at her.
"Yes, we got married this summer." I turned back to Quil. "Call me Bella, everyone does."
"Not everyone," Edward corrected as he slid his arms around my waist. I leaned back against him and tilted my head to smile up in greeting. "Hello, Isabella," he said a dropped a quick kiss to my lips. "Did you have a good day?"
"I did, thanks. How was yours?"
"The usual first day mess of mixed up schedules and students begging to be added to my already full rosters. Making the rounds to meet the other faculty, I see?" He nodded to Quil.
"Oh, no," Quil interjected. "Bella is the star pupil in my Intro class. Quite the protégé you have."
I blushed and felt Edward's laugh. "She'll definitely keep you on your toes. Isabella has always had a knack for architecture. Irina, was there something you needed?"
"No, sir," she mumbled and darted off in the opposite direction.
"Well, I should get going," Quil said and smiled at me once more. "Bella, let me know if you get too bored in class. I'm sure we could make arrangements to have you skip a few courses."
"I appreciate the offer, but I don't want any special treatment. It'll be good to make sure I have a firm base to build on."
"Alright. Congratulations to you two." He shook his head slightly. "Edward, what can I say? You never do the expected, but I'm happy you finally found someone."
"Thanks, Quil. I'll see you later." We both waved as he headed off down the hall and then walked into his office. I had been there a time or two previously, but this time felt a little more special. I smiled when I did indeed note there was a new picture frame on his desk and I turned it to see what was inside.
It was a picture of me from a picnic we'd gone on at the Bellevue Botanical Gardens on a particularly sunny day in August. Edward had closed in on my face with the light streaming across it and highlighting the red in my hair. I remember laughing at something he'd said and that was when he'd snapped the shot. Usually I hated pictures of myself, but I actually looked pretty with my carefree smile and head tilted back slightly.
"I love that photo of you, baby. You look so effortlessly beautiful," Edward said and shifted my hair off one shoulder to press his lips to my neck. I hummed and relaxed into him.
"Thank you," I whispered, completely at peace for the moment.
"I just need to send a quick email and we can head home. Sound good?"
"Of course." He slid behind his desk and started typing while I perused the different architecture books on his shelves. "Edward, do you mind if I steal one or two of these?"
"What's mine is yours, dear wife," he quipped and I grinned. I grabbed three that caught my attention and turned to find Edward closing in on me. He tangled one hand into my hair and kissed me deeply. I lifted up on my toes to lean into him and continue the dance between our mouths.
"Edward, did you have the final rosters for your classes so I can…" We both pulled away to look over at his door. There was a girl standing there and gaping slack-jawed at us. She blinked at us for a moment before flushing red and stammering incoherently.
"Lauren," Edward stated in a no-nonsense voice. I ran my eyes over the girl who purportedly had a mission to fuck my husband before the school year was over and was unimpressed. She could have been pretty except she over-worked her brown wand bleached blonde streaked hair into a frizzy mess, caked on her make-up, and was dressed in a barely there skirt with a button down shirt a size too small and held together by three buttons.
"I don't believe I heard you knock or gave you permission to call me by my first name." He took the books I was holding from me and set them on his desk before turning back to her. "Now, what can I help you with?"
"Sorry, Dr. Cullen. I-I was just…um, did you have the final rosters so I can add them into the grading system?" she muttered and stared blatantly at me. "I'm sorry, who are you?" she rudely blurted out.
"Isabella is my wife," Edward snapped.
Lauren gave a small start at his words. "Wife?" Her expression and voice were incredulous.
"That's correct. I just emailed you the rosters; please have them in tonight. Anything else?"
"No, sir." Lauren turned to leave, but Edward stopped her.
"Lauren, you might also want to re-think your wardrobe. You don't have to wear business attire, but you should remember you are not at a bar or club."
She turned the color of a tomato again and said something incoherent before shuffling out of his office.
"So that's your TA, Lauren?" I asked.
"Yes, how did you know she was my TA?"
"I overheard Irina and a couple other girls in the department discussing you. They said she had a goal to sleep with you by the year's end."
Edward laughed loudly. "She's delusional. Even if I didn't have you, I wouldn't touch her for all the money in the world. Come on, beautiful, let's go home."
A week later I walked with Tori over to the café after our class while we discussed the lecture. We grabbed the same table as before and I settled into my seat.
"Hey, I'm going to hit the ladies. That time of the month, always fun." Tori walked toward the back where the restrooms where located. I nodded in commiseration; I was expecting mine in…
"Oh, shit," I whispered and sat there dumbfounded until she returned.
Tori reached over and snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Bella! Earth to Bella! What happened to you, girl? I leave for two minutes and you're practically comatose when I come back."
I swallowed hard and spoke, not really sure if it was to her or to myself. "I haven't had my period in six weeks…I'm pregnant."
TA = Teaching assistant
I wrote my first pregnant Bella! Thoughts? Reviews are like Edward whispering dirty, dirty sweet nothings in your ear. :)