Not mine. :(
It was no surprise that I woke up alone the next morning, but the sound of running water dismissed any negative thought that would have the balls to rear its ugly head. With my head on Edward's pillow, and the smell of his shampoo making its way to my nose, I smiled and closed my eyes again while a yawn escaped me. The water shut off and a minute later Edward stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair plastered to his forehead. He smiled warmly at me, fueling the flame that was the blush on my cheeks. It was bad enough that he was in only a towel, but when he was smiling like that at me, it only made me blush harder.
"Morning, Bells," he said quietly, bracing himself on the bed to lean over and kiss my cheek. I smiled in greeting and leaned up on my elbows to connect our lips.
"Morning," I responded when we pulled away. Edward chuckled and strode towards the closet, picking out clothes for the day. As common courtesy, I turned around when he removed the towel from his waist.
"You've already seen me naked, Bella," he laughed while I flushed crimson. Still I didn't turn around and once I heard the zipper on his pants, I turned onto my back. "Are you hungry?"
As a response, my stomach growled and Edward grinned at me. "My turn to cook," he announced, heading out of the room shirtless. I watched his bare back as he descended the stairs, stopping once to flash me a heart-stopping smile. Returning it, I got up and threw on a pair of his basketball shorts and followed him downstairs.
His eyes trailed down to the shorts when he saw me, and he smirked, meeting my eyes. "You look good in my clothes." Blushing, again, I sat down at the kitchen table. "Whaddya want for breakfast?"
"Pancakes sound good right about now." Grinning, Edward nodded and dug the ingredients out of the cabinets and the fridge. As he passed me, he pecked me on the forehead. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?"
"I really don't know," he honestly replied. "I'm just...happy." Hearing this made me smile wider than I ever thought was possible.
All I had wanted was for Edward to be happy with me. It may not have been that way at the beginning of our marriage, but things certainly changed when you're least expecting it. I couldn't believe how fast Edward and I had grown used to each other. In a few simple months, we had matured from wanting to rip one another's head off to being sweet and bubbly and happy. Knowing that Edward was happy made me happy, and that was the best feeling in the world.
After a delicious breakfast courtesy of Edward, he offered to take me out for the day. With no reluctance whatsoever, I showered, got dressed, and we left. Our first stop was the beach. It was nigh vacant, since it wasn't a particularly good beach day, and only a few people scattered the sand. We walked down the beach hand-in-hand, like any normal couple, and I was perfectly at ease. Judging by the smile on Edward's face when we found a cluster of sand dollars, he was too. We wandered the beach for a while and scoped out the rocks, picking up crabs and starfish whenever we found them. Edward was pinched on the pinkie by a good-sized crab and it deemed the end of our beach trip when he started bleeding.
Our next stop was an old costume store. It had things from the 70s through the 90s, and Edward and I had a blast trying on the different outfits. The old couple behind the counter smiled at us every time we struck a silly pose or even walked out of the dressing room wearing one of the silly costumes. I don't think I'd ever laughed so hard in my life.
Following that escapade was lunch. He took me to Bertucci's, and he paid. Although I complained a lot, he was hell bent on setting things straight with us and that included, he insisted, paying for lunches and whatnot. So I stopped complaining and let him treat me to a day on the town.
We didn't return home by almost eight and by then, I had twenty missed calls and twice as many messages. Edward and I agreed that it would be a good idea to leave the phones at home to ensure quality bonding time. Most of the calls were from my mother and only two were from Alice, but she had been the sender of a majority of the text messages. Mostly they were apologies for the night before. With a quick reply, I left my phone on the counter; I let my mother's missed calls go ignored.
Edward was in the living room, scrunched up on the couch while watching a prerecorded episode of Leno. I sat down beside him and he instantly snaked his arms around me and brought me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple.
"Thank you for today, Edward," I said quietly, tilting my head up to stare him in the eye. He smiled and lowered his head to connect our lips. It started off as innocent, but that quickly changed when Edward's tongue touched my bottom lip and I parted them to let him in.
Shifting, he moved us so that I was lying on top of him and not once did our mouths disconnect. His hands trailed up the back of my shirt and danced across my skin, as mine pressed on his shoulders. I sighed into the kiss as Edward's tongue wrestled with mine and lightly I bit down on his bottom lip. Groaning, he easily flipped us over so that I was beneath him, squished in the cushions of the couch. Edward's mouth never left my skin as it traveled from my lips to my jaw to my neck. I leaned my head back against the arm of the couch as his teeth and tongue worked their magic. When he bit down on the skin just before my collarbone, I let out a soft moan. Quiet as it was, it was reason enough for Edward to suggest moving this to the bedroom. I didn't argue as he led me up the stairs, pausing every two to turn around and kiss me again, and finally into the bedroom.
Edward landed on his back and I fell on top of him, reconnecting our lips again. As his hands began to travel to my back again, I trailed my kisses to his neck and sucked on the skin below his ear. He groaned softly, a guttural noise escaping from his throat. His fingers played with the hem of my t-shirt that had risen up to expose my midriff and, taking his hint, I reached down to pull it up and over my head. It was the first item in our clothing pile that inevitably grew bigger with every passing minute. Edward turned us over once I'd gotten my pants off, leaving me in my bra and underwear. I all but tore his shirt off of him and threw it to the ground and my hands instantly went for the button on his jeans. He chuckled against my skin as his tongue toyed with the skin on my neck. My eyes shut and my head tilted back, giving him better access, as my hands continued to fumble with his button. Sensing my trouble, he reached down and easily popped the button with one hand. Once his fly was down and his jeans were sliding off his legs, his hands went for my bra clasp and his skilled fingers unclasped it easily. It, too, joined the ever-growing pile of clothing.
Edward trailed his mouth to my now exposed chest. As his mouth found a nipple, I gasped in surprise, arching my back into him. I felt him smirk against the skin and he began to suck and bite down on the tender nub. My hands tangled in his hair as he continued his teasing. One of his hands began traveling down my side and fingered my underwear line. Then he hooked his finger into my panties and tugged them down, letting me kick them off my legs. I was now fully naked before him and his mouth continued to tug and suck on my breast. As his hand returned to its place between my legs, I moaned aloud when his thumb ran over my clit. Then without warning, he inserted a finger into me and my grip on his hair tightened and I pulled. My mouth fell open as another moan escaped me when he pushed another finger in and began pumping them. Amazing was not enough to describe how it felt. As I felt the pressure in my lower stomach heightening, he quickly pulled his fingers out.
"Not yet," he whispered huskily when I pouted. To go along with his previous statement, he stripped his boxers off his legs and kissed me roughly, the tip probing my entrance. He ground his hips into me without entering me and I moaned in protest.
"Enough teasing," I squeaked as his member touched me again. I moved my hands down to his shoulders as slowly, he entered me. My nails dug into his skin as we shared a sigh, muffling it with a heated kiss. His pace started off slow, but with a few urges of 'harder, faster' from me, he had quickly built up a steady rhythm. In response, I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts.
"God..." he sighed against my neck, continuing his rhythm. I moaned out in response, raking my nails down his back. Doing so fueled him to speed up, and I felt that pressure in my stomach yet again.
"Edward!" I called loudly as I felt my walls tightening around him. His thrusts soon became erratic and he quickened his pace immensely. Our hips collided with such force that my moans turned to squeaks.
He grunted as he bent his head into the crook of my neck and bit down on the skin. I cried out again, arching my back and throwing my head back into the pillows. He groaned again as he rode out both of our orgasms, slowed, and then finally stopped. Edward collapsed on top of me, a fine sheen of sweat covered both of us. Our breathing was heavy and Edward's hair was sticking to his forehead. When we caught our breath, he pulled out and fell beside me. Cradling me to him, he gave my forehead a lingering kiss before settling into the blankets and falling asleep.
