BPOV
I wanted everything to be perfect for Edward when he came home. I knew he was very stressed about finding a job and going back to school and I didn't want him have to worry about anything. I wanted to make it impossible for Edward to turn me down. I wanted to see him smile again and truly mean it. I wanted him to take me and have his way with me. I wanted the man I fell in love with back.
I figured I would go the full nine yards and make dinner for Edward and me, to help the stress-free vibe. I didn't want Edward to have to worry about cooking or going out to get something to eat. I wanted him to feel relaxed when he came through the front door.
I wasn't the best cook, but there were a couple of dishes I could make without burning them or losing their flavors. I didn't want to risk dinner by trying something fancy or hard to make. I stuck with what I knew and decided to make chicken, rice with a side of veggies. It was something easy and that I was quite used to making.
I popped in some soft melodies into my stereo, trying to calm my nervous jitters as I began to prepare dinner. I toss the veggies in one pot, the rice in another and place the chicken on a sizzling pan on top of the stove. After turning the burners to medium heat, I left the kitchen to go work on setting the table.
I made sure to dim the lights to add to the effect and placed a tablecloth over the table before setting the silverware in its rightful spot.
Once I was satisfied with my work, I headed towards my room to change into my new lingerie. I had to work quickly. I have no clue when Edward would be home and I wanted to be prepared when he arrived.
The bra and underwear set I bought fit like a glove, a kind of uncomfortable, tight glove. The bra boosted my boobs up, making them look a cup bigger than they actually were and the thong underwear where riding up my crack. I seriously did not know how women could wear those types of underwear. I had to keep reminding myself I was doing it for Edward. I grabbed my night robe and threw it on to hide my little ensemble.
I knew I could go out to greet Edward in my lingerie but I wanted it to be a surprise and be shown at the right moment. I was hungry and needed to eat before we headed to the bedroom and I wanted to have a conversation with Edward first. I barely saw him anymore. I wanted to know where his mind was at.
I came back out in my blue robe and checked on the food. I gave the rice and veggies a stir and flipped the chicken over. Everything looked cooked and smelled great. I plated the food and headed toward the set table to sit the food down.
Right as I finished the front door opened. It was perfect timing, I smiled excitedly at what was bound to come as Edward walked through looking as usual, stressed out and tried. My smile fell a little at that. I didn't like seeing him so worn out.
"Hey, you hungry? I made dinner." I announced as he set his coat and what looked to be a couple of books down on the couch.
I eyed the books curiously before returning my focus to the handsome man coming over. His hair was in his famous messy form and he was wearing one of his work suits. His white shirt was wrinkled as if he was on the move all day and his navy blue pants fit his form well. I watched in a trance as his skillful, large hands worked on taking off his matching tie. He looked sexy as hell and he didn't even know it. I bit my lower lip just thinking about the possibilities. My eyes ran over his face to find he was looking off in the distance, his mind somewhere else, which seemed to be a normal thing lately.
"You didn't have to do that." He voiced taking a seat across from mine.
I sighed frustrated that he didn't even bother to give me a kiss hello. I loved Edward but his newfound self as a worry wart was killing our relationship. I didn't know what I felt more, concerned or upset.
I walked over to his side and gave him a small kiss on his cheek, before heading over to my chair, taking a seat.
"I know, I wanted to, enjoy." I replied as we both started to dig into the food I made.
The first half of dinner wasn't bad because I was hungry and so concentrated on eating I wasn't thinking about anything else. After I got my fill however, I realized just how quiet we were both being and how truly awkward it felt to be so close to each other yet so far away. I looked down and frowned to see Edward barely touched his plate. He was just mixing food around with his fork as if he was in deep thought.
"How's your food?" I asked, wanting to start up a conversation.
"Huh, oh, good, thanks." Edward said looking up from his plate giving me a weak smile.
"So, what's with the books?" I asked eyeing the couch.
"Oh, school. I enrolled today."
"You did, that's great Edward." I praised.
"Yeah great, you know how much college books cost now a days and the classes? Shit, I'm going to be broke by the end of this. Who am I kidding? I'm already broke." He stated, before getting up from his spot.
"Edward, if you ever need money I could help." I offered, seeing his stress.
"Bella I don't want your money okay, stop offering up your money. I don't need you to be a bank for me, okay?" He snapped.
"What, bank?"
"Yes, I don't want you or anybody donating money to me. I can support myself. I don't need help. Just let me do this on my own okay?"
"Okay fine, I was just trying to help."
"I know and I appreciate it but I don't want it. I don't mean to sound like an ass but, sometimes I just need to do some things on my own. Do you understand?" He pleaded through his eyes.
Yes, I know you want to be independent to prove you can do this yourself. That's fine Edward. Just know I'm here if you do need help."
"I know. Thanks."
I watched as Edward left the table going to the couch and picking up his books. He took a seat on the sofa and flipped one of the hardcovers open.
"What are you doing?" I asked confused over his actions.
"Studying, I start classes soon and I want to get a head start." He announced, not bothering to look up from his book.
"What about your dinner? You barely ate anything." I knew I was whining but I didn't care, my wonderful, fun filled night was crumbling before my very eyes.
"I'm not hungry, thanks though, dinner was nice." He said turning the page of his book heading on to the next.
I let out a defeated sigh and cleaned off the table. I wanted to cry I was so frustrated.
Once everything was clean and put away I tried one last attempt. I made my way behind him and began to massage his shoulders a little. I could feel his body tense up.
"What are you doing?" He asked cautiously.
"I just thought I would give you a massage, you've been so stressed out lately. I just want to make you feel better." I confessed.
"Bella, a massage is not going to fix all my worries and problems, I wish it could but life doesn't work out that way." He voiced in protest, but I could feel his body start to relax under my touch, his stiff shoulders soon became loose and limber.
I started to get hopeful as I found his body relaxing by my efforts, his form sank into my touch and he let out a breath on air he had been holding in.
"How about you forget about those books and take a nice, warm bath instead?" I suggested, nervous and eager for his response.
Suddenly he pulled away from my touch and became stiff again; bring his book back into his eye sight.
"A bath sounds nice and all Bella, but I have to study. I can't just sit in a tub and relax. I have issues I have to address. Maybe when all my concerns are dealt with and I have time to myself, then I'll enjoy a good warm bath, till then, this is my main priority at the moment."
"Fine, I'm… I'm going to bed." I voiced trying not to cry as I made my way to bed, pulling the covers over me.
It wasn't till an hour later Edward came in and got ready to go to sleep.
I could feel the mattress shake as he got in. I stared at the ceiling speechless. I never thought Edward's and my relationship would get this bad. What's worse, I found myself lacking the effort to want and try and make it work. It seemed every time I threw myself out there, I came back broken. I wasn't sure how much I could take.
"What's wrong?" Edward asked finally noticing I wasn't happy.
"Why don't you want me anymore?" I said trying not to break down in front of him.
"What makes you think I don't want you?" He asked confused.
Now I was pissed off. The way he was looking at me, was as if he thought I was crazy. As if it was all in my head and I was making it up.
"We're never intimate anymore."
"Bella, I've got a lot on my mind with school and finding a job, if you want sex you're going to have to speak up. I'm not a mind reader." Edward lectured.
I sighed frustrated.
"I shouldn't have to speak up. You should know." I snapped.
"Oh, really?"
"I have been giving you hints all night." I stressed.
"You have?" He asked perplexed.
"Edward…" I warned.
"Okay, fine, let have sex." He said now equally frustrated, giving me an attitude.
"No, forget it. I'm not going to sleep with you because you feel bad. I want you to want it to, not try to smooth things over and shut me up." I argued, getting off the bed in just my lingerie, leaving the room.
"Bella, where are you going?" Edward called out.
"The living room, I can't be near you right now, you're annoying me. Don't worry. I won't bother you anymore, you can sleep." I snapped.
I turned on the television and moved to sit on the couch when I felt something cold. I looked down to see Edward's books. Annoyed, I grabbed the books throwing them on the floor, taking a seat on the couch. I spent my time flipping through the channels completely uninterested in what was on.
About ten minutes later a sexifeid Edward came out in just boxers and a frown.
"Come to bed." He said.
I ignored him, acting as if I was into whatever show was on.
"Are you really going to stay mad at me for something as small as not catching on to your hints?" Edward asked in disbelief.
"Edward, it's not just that. I feel like were drifting apart. Your never around anymore, I barely see you and when I do, we're not as affectionate as we used to be to each other. I just don't want us to die out. I can't lose you." I said getting a little teary eyed at the thought.
"Bella, you're not going to lose me, ever. I'm sorry if I haven't given you the attention you deserved lately. I've been busy and stressed out to the max. Nevertheless, I'm free now. Come on; let me make it up to you." He pleaded, reaching out for my hand to help me up.
I gave a small smile and placed my hand in his. I wasn't ready for what happened next. Edward yanked me up and held me in his arms.
"By the way, this lingerie is sexy as hell and coming off now." He whispered huskily in my ear.
I shivered at his words and squealed in delight when he gave my ass a squeeze.
Before I knew it, Edward picked me up bridle style and took us back to the bedroom.
Edward placed me on the bed, and truly looked me over for the first time that night. My chest was heaving in anticipation, my heavy pants were threatening to pop my breast out of my bra, my nipples were hard as rocks, and pressed up against the black material, proudly showing my arousal. My hair was flowing down my sides and covering the sheets around me.
I could see the desire in Edward's eyes as his eyes scanned my body, I could also see his dick poking against the fabric of his boxers, excited and ready for some fun. I licked my lips eager to begin. Next thing I knew Edward yanked off my thong and pulled off my bra. I never saw him move so fast. If I blinked I would have missed it. I was used to the calm, sweet Edward, not this sexual, rough monster. I could get used to it though.
After losing his boxers our mouths met and our tongues fought for dominance. Clearly, Edward being the most experienced kisser won the battle. I played with his tongue, pressed my lips to his repeatedly, felt every breath, intake and exhale, felt his teeth run across my bottom lip teasingly, nibbling on it. I did the same to him and wrapped my recently shaved, smooth legs around his manly ones, loving how well our bodies fit.
I let out a sigh in relief once he took it a step farther and entered me. It had been so long since we had been connected, since I felt his body against my own, felt his want and need for me. A fit of moans left my mouth as Edward started to move in me. It felt indescribable. He groaned against my neck, letting me know how much he needed this as well. I held on to his muscular back for dear life as he glided in and out of me easily, leaving us both greedy for more. Each thrust growing faster and less controlled than the last.
"Uh, oh god, mmm." I moaned unable to keep it in.
"Yeah, fuck, so close, you feel so fucking good, uh." Edward voiced, his eyes squeezed shut.
"Oh god, right there, uh, yeah, yeah, ah!" I screamed out as Edward hit my spot.
The room filled with a bunch of grunts and incoherent curse words from Edward.
When I came, everything in the room became blurred and all I could concentrate on was our combined heavy breathing and the warmth coming from our joined bodies as we slowly came back down from our highs. My heart went from pounding in my chest to light thuds.
The last thing I remember before passing out was the shine in Edward's eyes, the smile that graced his face and him telling me how much he loved me while stroking my belly.
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