AN:
I'm sitting here, drinking hot Theraflu, and sweltering in my house thanks to Southern CA's need for hot weather. This cold is kicking my behind and my husband started a new job that has him stuck in traffic until 7 during the week. That means all 3 kids are allllll mine until he gets home.
I'm so sleepy. =/
Thanks to my sister, who keeps my grammar in check, and my pre-readers, HeartForTwilight and shouldbecleaning!
Chapter 10
I'd spent the day doing everything I could to stay busy and not pace my apartment.
First, Amber and I did manis and pedis. The groan the manicurist let out let me know it had been too long since I'd had my toes done. My bad.
Thankfully, she was able to clean them up with only minimal pain…now they are a sparkly coral and look like I own a pair of socks and don't walk around barefoot all the time.
I've been buffed, plucked and waxed all in preparation for tonight. Which is going to be epic. If I don't die of frustration waiting for him to get here.
Thanks to Amber, I have a brand new lingerie set, complete with bows and lace. She also forced me to buy new candles, saying mine would only set the mood for a campout.
Because I was in desperate need of something to do while I waited, I started cooking. I figured he'd be hungry and in need of a home cooked meal once he got here, so I started on some beef stew with homemade rolls. For dessert, simple coconut macaroons…which happen to be his favorite.
I went one step further and dipped them in chocolate, hoping it would give him ideas about dipping me in chocolate.
Unnnggghhhh. Where is he?
It had gotten increasingly difficult to ignore the throbbing between my legs as he sent moan worthy texts every hour or so. The closer he got, the dirtier they became. I was in Heaven and Hell all at the same time.
Apparently, he was thinking of the texts too because my phone started chiming with another incoming one.
E: Oh, baby. When I get you spread out for me, I'm going to make you come first with my mouth and fingers, then I'm going to fuck you with my cock and make you see stars. Just when you think you can't take anymore, I'm going to turn you over and take you until I come inside you. One more hour, Bella. Are you ready for me?
I think I'm going to combust before he gets here; I can't take anymore.
This is the longest hour in the history of hours.
Then I hear it.
The sound I've been waiting for.
His car pulling up to the curb, the slam of his door and the stomping of his feet as he races up the stairs to my door.
I jump when he knocks, even though I've been expecting it.
My nerves are like little livewires, shocking me frozen. I'm unable to move, I'm so worried I won't be good enough, that I won't be what he's been expecting.
His second knock is louder and forces me out of my numbed state of panic.
I'm rushing to the door and opening it before I can think to do it, he's pulling me to him and kissing me before I can say hello.
At the first taste of him on my lips, my hesitation fades and I'm left with nothing but pure want for this man in my arms.
He's kissing me stupid all while telling me how much he's missed me and how being apart has killed him.
I tell him to shut up.
He does.
Dinner is forgotten. Dessert is forgotten.
Clothes are flying from our bodies and landing on every surface from my door to my bedroom.
By the time we're falling onto the bed, we're doing it naked. We are completely intertwined and the feeling of his hard chest pressed to mine is mind-blowing.
He's so hard and warm, and he can't keep his hands off of me.
Finally, he speaks, "Do you remember what I promised I would do once I had you spread out for me?" He asked as he pushes me to my back and pulls my knees apart.
By this point, I want him all over me so I'm frantically nodding while begging him to please touch me.
His smirk makes me want to pull him closer and knock his ass to the floor.
Before I can decide which I'd rather do, his mouth is on me causing me to cry out in pleasure.
"Yes! Edward, please! I need more!" I breathe out while twisting my fingers into his hair.
His tongue is attacking my clit with a wild abandon and his fingers are teasing my entrance. I grab his hand, at the same time I lift my pelvis, silently telling him to go deeper.
He acknowledges my pleas and forcefully slams his fingers into me, reaching that spot that's always so neglected.
I'm crying and thrashing about, desperately chasing that orgasm that's about to take me straight to pleasure town, when I feel his pinky finger start to move further south.
I'm clamping down on his fingers before I realize and I'm coming so hard it almost hurts.
No one has ever entertained the idea of that area and I'm thinking we might need to explore it…at a later date.
He's kissing his way up my body and saying, "You're so beautiful when you come, Bella. You flush from your hair to your stomach, your eyes roll back and your mouth opens."
Once he's reached my lips, he kisses me hard then moves to my ear and says, "Making you fall apart is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen."
I pull his face back to mine, plunging my tongue into his mouth and tell him, "If you don't get that cock inside me, I'm going to take it myself."
His sharp intake of breath tells me dirty talk from me is something he really enjoys, so I continue, "I've been thinking of nothing other than you and your promises of fucking me. I need you to do that, Edward. Now."
His eyes meet mine at the same time he enters me.
He feels so good.
We stay pressed together, both trying to catch our breath and get used to the feeling of being together, until he can't take it anymore and starts moving.
It takes a minute to get our groove, but once we do, we really do.
I've never been able to come during sex, and I doubt this time will be any different, but I love how his fingers go to my clit to try.
I smile at him, move his fingers and flip him over.
Sounds easy enough.
It wasn't.
I twisted my freaking leg trying to do a porno move and we end up on the floor next to my bed.
He's laughing, I'm mortified, and totally pissed that porn stars are obviously acrobats, too.
He pulls me to him and says, "Holy hell, Bella, you are amazing. I love you."
Freeze.
What you say?
Did he just say he loved me? After I caused us to fall from the bed while trying to ride him?
I jolt back, looking into his worried eyes and start to feel like he didn't mean to say that.
The rejection I'm feeling is overtaking my every other thought and all I want is to run.
He senses what I'm thinking and pulls me to him, holding me as tight as he dares and tells me, "Baby, I hate how I just blurted that out but I'm not sorry I did. I meant it. I'm in love with you. I think I have been for a while now but I've been too chicken shit to tell you. With the Iceland thing coming up I've been worried you would think I was saying it just to tie you to me while I was gone."
His head goes down towards his chest and I grab his face, forcing him to look at me.
"Edward, I would never think you would do something like that. Do you mean it? You love me?" I ask, feeling both elation and worry at the anticipation of his answer.
Nodding he says, "I do, baby. I love everything about you from your smart ass mouth to these tiny little curls you have around your face."
I swat at his arm for that one; I hate those damn curls that won't straighten!
Smiling I lean forward and kiss him with everything I can, giggling into the kiss and telling him that I love him, too.
We're laughing, snuggling, kissing and rolling around on my floor.
I feel him start to harden under me and take him into my hand; rubbing and squeezing until he's fully hard again.
With a deep breath I lean up and take him in, moaning at the fullness he provides.
His hands go to my hips and he holds me to him, asking for a minute.
When he's ready, I start riding him as hard as I can.
Fucking him into the floor like he promised he'd do.
I feel good, powerful, seeing him coming apart underneath me.
Twisting my hips and slamming back down causes him to hit a new angle and we're both moaning and moving around, trying to find that rhythm that will make him explode.
He pushes me to my back, never breaking contact, and takes me hard.
I'm panting and begging for more while he's kissing all over my chest and biting my nipples with every pass.
When he leans down to kiss me I turn his head and whisper in his ear how much I love him, how good he feels and how I am so happy to be with him.
My man likes all kinds of talk, apparently, because that's all it takes for him to stiffen in my arms and fall apart, moaning my name as he does.
He collapses on top of me, quickly rolling us over and brings me to his chest.
Panting he says "You're going to kill me if you keep that up, baby,"
I'm smiling, in a blissful state of happy, and snuggle in closer.
Feeling like I could drift off, I start to do just that when I feel him sweep me up into his arms and put me in bed.
He kisses my head and goes to clean up in the bathroom when he comes running back into my room asking what in the world I'm burning on the stove.
"The stew! Oh, shit!"
Yes. I've done that…so many times.
I'm hoping to get another chapter done soon, but I'm sick, so no promises!
See ya!