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*BPOV*
This week had been pure hell and I was never so ecstatic that the weekend had finally arrived. Between a couple boys in my class getting into a fist fight during recess on Monday and holding Parent-Teacher conferences for the past two and a half days, I was completely spent. Normally, I never minded meeting with parents, but this year, I had a particularly rough class behaviorally and academically. Having to be conscious of how to phrase my wording to parents was a challenge sometimes.
Then there was Edward. Thinking about our amazing date we shared last Saturday was the only highlight of my week. I hadn't seen him that much since he took on some overtime shifts at the firehouse. However, we did talk on the phone every day, even if it was only to say goodnight to one another.
The way he kissed me and pressed me up against his bedroom wall played like a movie in my head repeatedly. Don't even get me started on what it was like to actually fool around with him. I still couldn't believe how forward I was with Edward, informing him that even though we weren't ready for sex, there were lots of other things we could do to keep us occupied. The mere thought of writhing against his hand as his fingers played me like a fine string instrument, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy and back, had my girly parts tingling as I sat at my desk at work. I lost count of how many times I squirmed in my seat while marking spelling tests as I envisioned Edward climaxing all due to my skilled hand movements. Just thinking of it now had me frustrated and yearning to see him again. Thankfully, I wouldn't have to wait too long, since Edward asked me to hang out with him tomorrow. He had instructed me to clear my calendar for the whole day and the night. To say that I was overjoyed was an understatement. However, I kept those feelings to myself, needing to stay cool for a while.
So here I was on this Friday evening, stripping myself of my work clothes and stepping into the shower. I stayed under the spray of the steaming water longer than usual, letting it wash away the stress of my week. When I felt I was good and relaxed, I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in my bath towel.
I sauntered into my room and glanced at my alarm clock on the night table, noticing that it was only six o'clock. Alice wasn't due to be home for another hour, so I decided to clean up the living room a little bit. Actually, I was feeling somewhat restless. My shower had awakened my senses, and I had some pent up energy that desperately wanted to break free. I knew this mood. I needed to blast the music, dance around while I picked up some odds and ends that were scattered about, and do some other polishing and cleaning.
With an intense feeling of determination, I changed into a pair of white boy shorts and a light blue fitted tank top, which looked more like a sports bra, considering it showed off my bare midriff. Without bothering to peek in the mirror, I gathered my wet hair into a messing bun atop my head. I made my way into the kitchen, opened the cabinet under the sink, and bent down to gather the necessary cleaning items. Practically skipping down the hall to the living room, I made my way over to my iPod docking station and chose the playlist for this exact moment. I turned up the volume in anticipation.
As the guitar solo of the James song, Laid, rifted into the room, I immediately started to bob my head from side to side, walking toward the couch. Once the drums kicked in, I tapped my hands against the throw pillows in time with the beat.
This bed is on fire with passionate love
The neighbors complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top
I swayed my hips and dipped low to the floor, holding on to the coffee table for support. I slowly came up and bent over, shaking my ass in the air, as I sprayed some lemon Pledge on the table, and used a rag to polish the dust away. Gliding the rag along the table top in sync with the beat of the song, the lower half of my body took on a mind of its own, my hips thrusting in the air.
The therapist said not to see you no more
She said you're like a disease without any cure
She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore
Oh, no
I stood up straight, getting ready for the next line of the song by swinging the dust rag in the air while spinning and shimmying my breasts.
Ah you think you're so pretty
Feeling bold and empowered by the upbeat song, I sashayed over to the windows, glass cleaner in hand, and looked out into the night skyline. I continued my dance routine by lightly grasping the curtains to move them aside, jutting my ass out, and shaking it like no one's business while I splattered the windows with some Windex. As the blue liquid dripped down the pane in streaks, I furiously wiped them away. Deciding that the windows were thoroughly cleaned, I twirled around and began lip-syncing the song, using the Windex bottle as a microphone.
Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in women's clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Line my eyes and call me pretty
Closing my eyes and turning around, I was in my own world, gliding my free hand along my stomach, up around my ribcage, and over my breasts until I reached my neck. Dropping the spray bottle to the floor with a thump, I ran my hands up the sides of my neck and into my hair, where I decided to pull off my hair tie, allowing my damp, wavy hair to rain down over my shoulders.
Moved out of the house so you moved next door
I locked you out you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me I thought I was alone
You're driving me crazy when are you coming home
Pretty
Pretty
When the last drum solo began to burst through the speakers, I pounded my fists in the air and shook my head wildly, my hair flying about in all directions. As the song ended abruptly, I stopped dancing and shot my head up in time with the song's end.
It was then that I was met with three pairs of eyes, watching me with wonderment.
Fuck. My. Life.
I wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and not come out until next year.
First, there was Emmett, who was leaning up against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. His eyes glistened with tears as his laughter vibrated throughout his whole body, making it seem as though he was convulsing.
Then there was Alice, eyes squinting with amusement as she was covering her mouth. I knew she was trying to hold in her giggles, for she most likely felt my embarrassment.
Lastly, there stood Edward, eyes wide and dare I say a little…dark? They were trying to convey something to me, but I wasn't sure if it was disgust or adoration. His mouth was slightly open as he just stared back at me. Alice glanced in his direction, reached her hand out, placed it under his chin, and gently pushed his mouth closed. Edward shook his head slightly. Maybe he was trying to erase the image of me. God knows I was trying to erase this very moment.
As AC/DC's, Shook Me All Night Long, began to replace the silence in the room, I shot to my iPod and turned it off quickly. This only made Emmett double over in hysterics. Alice and Edward were still standing there, Alice looking at Edward, and Edward looking dumbfounded, running a hand through his hair as though he wanted to say something.
I needed to leave and retreat to my own sanctuary before I would start to cry from mortification. I stood up straight, puffed my chest out, and slapped my hands on my hips.
"What?" I glared at Emmett, whose laughter ceased immediately upon meeting my angry looking face. I turned slightly toward Alice to stare her down. I avoided Edward's gaze completely, as I'm sure he thought there was something mentally wrong with me and never wanted to be near me again. Oh God, I was going to cry any second.
I feigned confidence, plastering a fake smile on my face and standing tall. Running from the room crying would give them material to pick on me for weeks to come.
"Oh, I suppose you never danced around in your underwear? You never had the urge to shake what your mama gave ya?" I shimmied my upper body to boot. With that, I strutted out of the living room, but not without punching Emmett in the shoulder first, garnering a loud, "Ow!" from him.
Once I made it to the hallway, I practically ran into my bedroom and slammed my door in frustration. Why did I have to do the most idiotic things in front of Edward? Why couldn't I have been draped sexily across the couch reading a book or something? No, I had to prance about the apartment looking as if I just took a hit of acid. I plopped on my bed, landing on my stomach and burying my head in my pillows.
A few seconds later, I heard a hesitant knock on my door. Alice, no doubt.
I shot up quickly and opened the door a smidge, leaving Alice to have to open the door fully on her own. I turned around to head back to sulk on my bed, taking my hair tie from my wrist to fasten a messy bun back on my head.
"Jesus, Alice, I think I am going to die of embarrassment. I feel like vomiting right now. Did you see the look on Ed…"
I wasn't able to finish my thought, as two very strong hands gripped my waist, causing me to rise from the floor a bit. I yelped in surprise when I was suddenly spun around and pressed up against the wall face to face with Edward.
Yeah, so it turned out it wasn't Alice.
"That, by far, was the sexist cleaning job I have ever witnessed. I am so fucking happy that Alice didn't stop at the drive-thru for Emmett. I would have missed your…performance. You know, I have some windows that desperately need to be washed. Are you and these shorts available next week?" Edward chuckled softly into my ear, bunching the fabric of my shorts in his fist. He lunged his body toward mine, making my pelvis become acquainted with his very prominent hard-on. His hands started to roam the sides of my ribcage, gliding up to the sides of my breasts.
Not that I'm complaining or anything, but Edward clearly had a thing for pressing me up against walls. Hmm…I wonder what else we could be doing up against a wall?
I stole a peek at his face, and his eyes met mine. They were sparkling with amusement as he grinned crookedly at me, making me melt. "So, can I make that appointment?" he asked again, as he cocked an eyebrow at me, his fingers creating swirly patterns on my bare stomach.
"Um, I-I'll have to check my…um, schedule," I stuttered, glued to my spot and unable to tear my eyes away from his gaze. His hands were also tickling my sides. "You know, I am in demand, and there are people in line ahead of you. How about I'll call you when a spot opens?" I tilted my head, a coy smile playing on my face, and I moved my hands over his blue work shirt, along the hard planes of his chest. I had been itching to touch him.
Edward growled and crushed his lips against mine. Immediately, I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to mingle with mine. It had been a week since I kissed him and I was a very thirsty woman needing his hands, his tongue, and his body to quench it. I moaned in appreciation as his hands ghosted over to my ass, squeezing it roughly.
"I was hoping that you tell those other fuckers that you will no longer be lending out your cleaning services," he said seductively, his lips grazing my ear, eliciting a shudder from me.
"Yes, well, I seem to have a new client who would like to test me out. You should really see my routine to Hot and Cold by Katy Perry," I whispered, leaning in to softly kiss and suck on the spot right underneath his ear.
"Bella, that client had damn well better be me," he warned, scanning the length of my body with his piercing stare. "Otherwise, someone is going to get a serious ass kicking from one very jealous fireman." Edward picked me up and I instantly wrapped my legs around him as he brought us over to my bed. He set me down first and took a seat next to me.
"I'm surprised to see you here. I thought you were working tonight."
"Well, I was until Emmett thought I was working myself into the ground, so he asked someone to cover my shift." He shifted his body toward me and began to rub my thighs. "So, do you want to grab a bite to eat…maybe catch a movie with me?"
"I'd love to, Edward," I started and then looked at him hesitantly, tucking some fly away strands of hair behind my ears. "Do you mind if we hang here or something? I wouldn't mind cooking us some dinner. I'm so drained from my hellish week, but I really want to hang out with you. We could even dress in sweats or something equally comfortable. I believe Alice and Jasper have plans tonight, so we'll have the place to ourselves. So how about it?" I dropped my hands to cover his, which were taking up residence on my knees. I strongly fought the urge to push his hands in between my legs. The rubbing along my thighs was making me little wet.
"That sounds like a fantastic idea, Bella," he said, flashing me the brightest smile. "How about this- I'll go up to my place, get cleaned up, and grab some six packs for us to enjoy."
He leaned in to give me a chaste kiss, but I wanted more, so I grabbed onto the nape of his neck, pulling the hair there, to deepen the kiss. It was Edward's turn to moan while tilting his head and raking his hands along my back. All too soon, he broke the kiss. I mocked sadness by jutting out my lower lip and crossing my arms.
Edward used his finger to push my lip back into place. "Stop that, you! As much as I would love to keep on kissing you right now, Bella, I really am in need of a shower. I'm all grimy from a restaurant kitchen fire call earlier."
"Okay," I said shyly. "Why don't you come over in, let's say…an hour?"
"Perfect. I'll see you then." With that, Edward sprung himself from his spot on my bed, winked at me, and walked out the door.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I decided to make us a tasty pizza from scratch. I had my Grandma Swan's piecrust recipe and thought it would be a fabulous way to showcase my cooking abilities to Edward. I hated to toot my own horn, but damn, I knew my way around a kitchen. I wanted to impress Edward.
Upon coming to the realization that I shouldn't be scantily clad when Edward arrived, I put on my navy blue lace bra and matching thong and covered that up with a pair of black yoga pants and a red fitted tank top. Hey, even though we were dressing comfortably, I still wanted to be sexy for my man. Well, he wasn't really mine…yet.
Hoping that tonight Edward and I could learn more about each other, I thought having a picnic dinner would be intimate enough to spark some conversation between us. I knew the basics about him, but I wanted to know everything. Not to mention, I wanted to share information about myself with Edward.
While I preparing the pizza crust, I opened up a bottle of Merlot and began to cut up mushrooms for the topping. Thankfully, there was pepperoni already in the freezer and we also had fresh mozzarella in the fridge. Alice and I always made it a point to keep these items in stock because when the colder months came around, I tended to make pizza a lot. Alice and Jasper loved my pies, so there were no complaints.
At ten after seven, Edward knocked on the door with two six-packs of beer in hand. He looked so adorable wearing plaid flannel pajama bottoms and a black t-shirt that accentuated his chest and arm muscles. Mmm…yummy!
I returned to slicing the mushrooms up, while Edward placed the six-packs in the refrigerator. "Would you like a beer?" he offered as he pulled one out for himself.
"Actually, I think I'll stick with wine for now," I stated, nodding my head in the direction of my wine on the counter.
I was almost done cutting the mushrooms when I felt Edward's presence sidle up against my back. He placed his chin on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my waist. "What are you doing over here?" he inquired.
"Just cutting up some toppings for the pizza I am making from scratch. I hope you like mushroom and pepperoni. Come to think of it, do you even like pizza?" I laughed nervously, turning my head to face his.
"Oh, from scratch, huh? Yes, I love pizza, and before you even ask, I happen to like just about everything on my pizza," Edward stated, kissing me on my cheek.
I flashed him a warm smile and turned my head back to the task at hand. Edward released his hold on me from behind and moved to the living room and surveyed my and Alice's CD collection. "Hey, how do you feel about a little Coldplay?" he called over to me.
"Sounds great. I love them; they're one of my favorite bands," I answered back.
"Really? Mine, too. Who else do you prefer?" Edward sauntered back into the kitchen and leaned up against the counter, watching me transfer my creation to the pizza stone in the oven.
"Let's see," I started, taking a sip of my wine. "Well, U2 comes in at a close second, next to Radiohead and Kings of Leon."
"Wow, great choices. I've always been partial to grunge bands of the nineties," Edward said thoughtfully.
"Well, you're in the right place. Seattle- the origin of grunge."
We moved our discussion to the living room so I could set up for our coffee table picnic. Edward helped me move the couch back a little. We each took a couch cushion to sit on, as we continued to speak of our musical inclinations. I was surprised at how many of the same bands we loved listening to, and I was hoping we would have other things in common.
About half an hour later, we were seated on the floor around the coffee table eating our dinner. "Mmm…oh my god…this pizza is fucking delicious, Bella," Edward moaned as he took another huge bite. By the sounds he was making, I hoped that I could find other ways to make him moan like that again. When I realized that I did make him moan that way last weekend, my face immediately flushed. I knew that my cheeks were beginning to redden.
As if right on cue with my thoughts, Edward said, "You're blushing. Why?"
I cleared my throat, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't cause me major embarrassment. "Um…no reason. I was thinking about how much fun I am having tonight." I looked away from him.
Edward reached over the table, took my chin in his hand, and moved my face so my eyes could be captured by his. "Hey, please don't look away from me, Bella. I'm enjoying myself, too, and I happen to think that blush of yours is absolutely fucking adorable. Tell me, have you always been shy?"
"Yes," I answered, ironically without hesitation, keeping my eyes locked with him. "Ever since I was a little girl. My shyness and my clumsiness went hand in hand."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, when I was a kid, I used to have an issue with stuttering," Edward chuckled.
"Yeah? At least you don't have that problem anymore. I am still clumsy, as you already are aware, and my face will always give me away when I am in a state of sheepishness."
I shot up to clear the table and Edward followed suit. "Stay. I've got it. I'll also bring back a refill for you."
When I came back with another beer for Edward and another glass of wine for me, I noticed that Edward had moved his cushion next to mine. Handing him his beer, I sat down across from him, with my legs crossed, mirroring his position.
"I thought you liked to drink beer," Edward stated.
"I do, but sometimes, I would rather have wine. It relaxes me, and beer can be very filling."
"Hmm…so would you rather get drunk off wine or beer?" he hedged, smirking at me. I had a feeling we were entering the lightening round of questioning. I couldn't wait to get some answers out of him as I began to think what I could ask Edward.
"I guess I would have to say wine. Like I said before, beer is filling and the next day, I always feel like I gained an extra thirty pounds. Wine, however is lighter, but leaves you with a killer headache in the morning. When I set my sights on drinking, I go for vodka."
"Good to know," Edward said, taking a swig of his beer. "I've got another one for you. Peas or carrots?"
"Neither. I prefer to eat broccoli." I took a sip of wine and dove in to ask him a question. "Sports. Do you like watching baseball or football?"
"Ah, good one," Edward quipped. "I used to play baseball in high school and played on a team with my Chicago firehouse buddies, so I would have to go with that. Don't tell Emmett, though. Now that football season is in full swing, he expects Jasper and me to watch the games with him every Sunday."
"No worries. Your secret's safe with me," I winked at Edward, nudging his forearm with my hand. "Anything else you would like to ask me?" I smiled.
"Favorite junk food?" Edward shot back at me.
"Easy, that would be cheese doodles. I'm a sucker for them- it's a sure fire way to my heart," I laughed. "You?"
"Chocolate chip cookies. I can eat a whole batch of them when they are fresh out of the oven. I love dipping them in milk, too."
I covered my mouth as I giggled. That had to be the cutest sight, watching this big, strong guy eat milk and cookies.
Edward leaned in and started to glide his fingers around my abdomen, tickling me. "Oh, you think that's funny, huh?"
"Yes…I do…" I gasped between giggles. "You seemed more like an Oreo guy to me."
He stilled his movements on my stomach, but kept his hands connected to my body by settling them on my hips. His thumbs were rubbing circles around my hipbones, causing a warm sensation throughout my body.
Placing my hands on his knees, I asked another question, feeling a bit bold. "Making out in the back of a movie theater or on a park bench at night?"
Edward smirked and cocked an eyebrow in my direction, his eyes darkening. "Oh, so you want to dive into those types of questions. Okay, Swan, I'll play, but you have to be prepared to answer whatever I throw at you."
"Go ahead. I'm not scared of you," I quipped. "But answer my question first."
"I would have to say the park bench. It gives me and whomever I'm with room to move around a bit. Those movie theater seats can be very confining," he answered thoughtfully.
I rose to my knees, leaned in toward Edward, straddling him and placing my hands on his shoulders.
"So, if you were with me, you would rather us go at it on a park bench because there would be more freedom to move about? I feel the same way because one would never be able to do this on a theater seat."
"Uh huh," was all he offered as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, swallowing thickly.
I ghosted my lips against his ear and whispered, "That's good to know, Edward." I flicked his earlobe with my tongue and retreated from his lap, settling back on my own seat, leaving him with a shocked expression on his face.
Edward quickly recovered as he fired his next question at me. "Do you have any tattoos in any…special areas?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
"Nope, but I would love to get one right here sometime soon." I sat up on my knees, pulled down the right side of my yoga pants, revealing part of my lace thong, and then proceeded to pull down said thong and lowered them until I hit the desired area and pointed to a few inches below my hipbone.
Edward was following my every movement, leaning in to take a closer look. I could tell I was turning him on by the way he couldn't take his eyes off my bare, uncovered area. He replaced my fingers with his and began to trace feather light circles over my skin. I shivered in response.
"That's a fucking sweet spot to get one. I bet it would look hot on you, too."
"What about you? Are there any tattoos lurking underneath your clothing?" I asked.
Edward started to take off his shirt on his left side and pointed to the side of his shoulder. "Yup. Right here. I know it's not very original, but it was important for me to mark my body with it. I'm proud of what I do."
Edward turned his upper body in my direction so I could examine the tattoo. I had seen him last week without his shirt on and I couldn't believe that I hadn't noticed it then. Extending my arm, I ran my fingers over the black outline of a fire helmet, traced the shield with his badge number on the hat, and brushed over the red and orange flames that were encompassing the helmet. On the rim of the fire helmet rested a four-leaf clover, symbolizing his heritage, I assumed. The design was beautiful and looked so sexy on him.
Edward's eyes were closed as my fingers traveled over the intricate design of the flames. His breathing hitched a little as he stated softly, "I love your touch, Bella. It's so soothing."
"Yeah? Good. I aim to please, Edward." He opened his eyes at that response and placed his hands on my knees.
"Oh, you do, Bella, you do."
"Okay, my turn to ask you something." I surveyed the sight before me and a plan formed instantly. "Edward, would you rather you take off your shirt, or do you want me to do it?"
He smirked and answered immediately. "I want you to take my shirt off."
I leaned in closer and pulled the shirt up, purposely grazing his nipples, causing Edward to gasp lightly. Once I got the shirt over his head I brushed my fingertips down his delicious pecs, over his rippled abs, and stopped when I got to his belly button.
Edward lunged forward, causing me to fall backwards and lay flat. Suddenly, Edward was hovering over me, hands on the floor next to my face. Leaning down, he placed open mouth kisses along my collarbone, making my heart beat rapidly. "Tell me, Bella. Do you like dirty talk or sweet talk?"
"Uh…um…I like both," I stammered, my statement coming out like a question, a reaction from what he was currently doing to me.
He looked up and his eyes met mine. "Care to explain?"
"It's simple," I started. "I like it when a guy isn't afraid to show his sensitive side by calling me little endearing nicknames, as long as it's not 'schmoopy' or something silly like that," I giggled.
"And the dirty talk…" Edward hedged, lowering his head to capture the side of my neck with his eager lips.
"Th-that's s-simple." He was driving me crazy and goose bumps were beginning to pop up all over my body. I felt my nipples straining against the fabric of my bra, sending me into a tizzy of horniness. "Dirty talk is hot, especially when someone whispers something naughty at any given moment, no matter where you are. Dirty talk is a must with me."
Edward's head shot up as if he had just been jolted with electricity. His emerald eyes were dark and hooded, as he flashed me his best lopsided smile. "You really shouldn't have said the part about wanting dirty talk at unexpected times, Bella. I am tempted to say such naughty things, that you had better bring a change of panties wherever you go when you're with me."
I quietly moaned, placed my hands to the sides of his face, and pulled him toward me so I could ravish his lips. I darted out my tongue and licked the length of his lips before taking his bottom lip captive between my teeth. Edward opened his mouth and began sucking on my tongue, luring it into his mouth where I greedily explored.
Our kiss was turning into a frenzied make out session as I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting to feel all of him. He complied right away and let out his own tortuous moan as he pressed every inch of his hard on against my hot and aching center. My hands took on a life of their own, clawing at his back. That only spurred Edward on even more, as he bucked his hips into me while his hands were palming my breasts.
We were both panting with desire when Edward lifted himself off me and sat upright again. I didn't want to stop and I had no idea why he would, either.
"Bella," he breathed, his chest heaving ever so slightly, "Take off your shirt, and I know that wasn't a question; it wasn't meant to be one."
God, I loved it when he was so commanding. It was how he asked me out on our first date, how could I ever forget how that made me feel?
Immediately, I sat up. My hands flew to the edge of my tank top and I lifted it from my body in one swift motion, leaving me in my navy blue lace bra.
Edward's eyes popped out of his head, as his intense gaze was fixated on my breasts. My bra was sheer lace and extremely see through, so I knew he was observing everything. Bingo- just the reaction I wanted.
We were facing one another, resting on our knees as Edward moved toward me and snaked his hands around my waist. He planted another searing open-mouthed kiss on me, causing me to grab the hair on the back of his head to keep him close.
"Would you rather I kiss you here," he brushed my neck softly, "Or…here?" Edward asked against my lips and ghosted his fingers along my collarbone before landing right on my nipple, pinching it for good measure.
"Where do you think?" I gasped out in pleasure, still holding onto his head, desperately hoping he would chose wisely.
Without answering, Edward began to move his lips deliciously slow down my neck, where he paid homage to it by nibbling on my skin. He glided his tongue down between my breasts before he made a sharp turn to my left nipple, which was still covered. He swirled his tongue around it torturously slow, and before I could force his head to the sweet spot, he finally complied and latched onto my nipple, suckling softly.
I moaned in appreciation, and arched my back, bringing Edward's face closer to my chest. He welded my body to his in a tight embrace and made his way over to my neglected breast. I tugged on his hair forcefully, which I think he appreciated because it made him increase his movements, by rubbing and grabbing my ass.
Realizing that my ass was exposed, Edward boldly placed his hands inside my yoga pants, moving them along my bottom. "I knew it. As soon as you showed me where you wanted a tat, I knew that you were wearing a thong. You are so damn sexy, Bella."
By this time, I wanted him so badly, but wasn't sure if we should have sex just yet. Sometimes, it's the build-up and anticipation of what's to come that can be arousing. However, I was completely soaked and needed a release…soon.
Moving things along in that direction, I placed my hands behind my back and took off my bra, letting the straps drape down my arms before Edward decided to reach out and take the bra from me, exposing my naked breasts.
"You are so beautiful," Edward stated simply. "Come here." He pulled me into a tight embrace and started peppering my shoulder with tiny kisses. I wiggled my body in appreciation, letting my pert nipples graze his chest, eliciting a growl from his beautiful mouth. His hard cock was pressed up against my pelvis and I wanted to feel his silky hardness again.
I snaked my hand between us and brushed over his hard length, and Edward's breathing hitching in response.
His hands slowly started to travel to the front of my thong toward where I wanted to feel him the most. One hand fell between my thighs, cupping my hot, throbbing pussy. Allowing a finger to explore, Edward dipped into my thong, running it along my bare lips, teasing me mercilessly.
"Jesus, you are so wet, Bella. I love that I can get you so excited," Edward said, bending down to lick and suck on my nipple.
Without delay, I shoved my hand down his pants, immediately coming in contact with his smooth, hard cock. I grasped it in my hand and began moving up and down along his shaft.
"Edward, lie back," I commanded as I gently placed my free hand on his chest and pushed. I was so turned on, but I wanted him to have his release first.
He gave me a pensive look, but when he saw that I was following him, a smirk crept back up on his face. When his back hit the floor, I wasted no time in assaulting his neck and his chest, while Edward's hands were rubbing my back. I traveled down his body, and when I reached the top of his flannel pajama pants, I hooked a finger on each side, starting to peel them from him.
Edward lifted his hips to help me and then kicked off his pants with his feet. His cock sprang free, bouncing in delight most likely knowing what was coming next.
The moment I slipped him into my mouth, Edward's hands latched on to the back of my head, holding me in place. I bobbed my head up and down, grabbing whatever I couldn't fit with my hand, moving it in time with my mouth. I sucked hard and swirled my tongue around the head, poking his slit with the tip of my tongue, licking up the pre-cum that was spouting out already. Then I made my way back down, sucking in as much air as I could.
"Shit, Bella, your mouth feels so fucking good on my cock," he panted, reaching a hand around to pinch my nipple.
I moaned, sending the vibrations down around him as I increased my pace and licked and sucked harder. He bucked his hips, sending his length further down my throat. That spurred me on even more, causing me to glide my tongue back up the underside of his shaft as my teeth lightly raked over the top.
"Bella…fuck…I'm going to cum soon, babe," Edward warned me, but I didn't listen and kept up with my ministrations. I wanted him to feel good, and by the way he was moaning and grunting, I knew my goal would be reached.
The faster I moved and the harder I grabbed and sucked, the more Edward bucked his hips. On the last time he bucked into my mouth, he tapped me on my head, signaling his imminent release. When I didn't move, he took that as an invitation to spill his seed inside my mouth, calling out my name in ecstasy.
If he kept that up, I wouldn't need him to help me with my release. I would just spontaneously orgasm from his sounds alone.
I greedily swallowed everything he gave me. Normally, I didn't like to swallow, as the taste wasn't too appealing. However, this was Edward, and I had never felt these feelings that I was feeling for anyone before him. I wanted to connect with him in any way. Plus, he didn't taste that bad at all, which was a bonus in my book.
Upon lifting my head, Edward quickly shifted and pounced on top of me, straddling my legs.
"Mmm, that was incredible, Bella," Edward cooed, bending down and planting a searing kiss on my lips. Edward was still sporting a hard-on and as it brushed up against my thigh, it suddenly dawned on me that he was naked. I had Edward Cullen naked and hard for me…oh the possibilities. This realization had me spinning out of control so much that I began rub my thighs together to soothe the ache between my legs.
Sitting up and brushing his fingers along my clothed core, Edward smirked and said, "You don't need to do that. I can make you feel good, baby." He hooked his fingers along the sides of my pants and thong, slowly beginning to peel them off me. Edward moved backward as my pants descended and stopped when he was finished, taking in my bare form.
His intense appraisal of my naked body made me feel a little self-conscious, as this was the first time he saw me like this. I felt so exposed…vulnerable even. My face immediately began to flush with heat and I knew I was as red as a tomato. I bit down on my lower lip with nervousness. Does he like what he sees?
Without one word, Edward lifted my right leg and began peppering my ankle with kisses. My heart was beating rapidly, threatening to burst out of my chest. I knew where this was leading, and I was desperate to feel his touch everywhere.
He grabbed my other leg and repeated his actions. "Would you rather me kiss you here," he licked my left ankle, "Or here?" Edward then licked the underside of my knee, making my leg twitch a bit. Holy hell, he was still playing this damn game! He was moving so painfully slow.
"Hmm, perhaps you would rather me kiss you…here," Edward murmured against my lower thigh. I couldn't even speak, I was panting too hard. Making eye contact with him, I pleaded silently for him to move upwards.
Edward smirked in response and kissed and licked my other thigh. Edward finally let my legs go, planting my feet on the floor, legs spread wide apart. He crawled back a little to and laid down on his stomach, holding himself up by his elbows, his face so very close to where I was begging him in my head to be.
"How about this spot?" He bit down gently on my inner thigh. Finally, he was getting closer to the jackpot.
He studied my expression, which was one of desperation, as I furrowed my brows in impatience.
"No? Not liking this spot?" he questioned. By this time, I'd had enough of this game. He was being downright mean, making me pant for him. I couldn't take it any longer.
"Please, Edward…," I had finally found my voice.
"What is it baby?" he whispered right into my wet core, his hot breath caused my clit to twitch.
"I want you to-"
"You want me to what?" he interrupted, locking his smoldering eyes with my needy ones. Edward was wearing his biggest smile yet. He was definitely enjoying getting me all riled up and hot for him. It was working, that's for damn sure.
"Bella, I have one last question for you," he hedged. "Would you rather I pleasure you with my tongue, my fingers, or both?" By now, he had taken a liking to blowing directly on my wetness and watching me squirm with anticipation.
Sweet merciful Jesus. I wanted to answer 'both,' but I already knew what his fingers could do to me. Now I wanted to find out what his hot little mouth was made of.
"Um…uh…your mouth. I-I want to feel your t-tongue inside me, Edward," I uncontrollably stammered.
"I was hoping you would say that." Edward held my gaze once more, looking up at me through his lashes. He then proceeded to take one long lick of the length of my lips.
"Oh Edward," I whimpered, throwing my head back and hitting the floor. My hands gripped his hair, holding him in place.
Edward placed a few open mouthed kisses on my lips before darting his tongue in between and teasing my opening with it. I was gasping with pleasure.
"Don't stop…please don't you fucking stop," I commanded, swirling my hips along with the movements of his hot, wet tongue. Edward grabbed my ass, lifting me ever so slightly off the floor, gluing me to his mouth.
He continued to swirl his tongue everywhere, and when he ran it over my swollen clit, he gently bit down and sucked on it. He finally thrust his tongue inside me and I moaned in delight, unable to keep my mouth shut. It felt fucking amazing.
"Damn, Edward…you feel so good...shit," I panted. Edward was now moaning and was sucking even harder on my center. He switched it up a bit and went back to the "tongue swirl," as I liked to call it. The more he explored my pussy, the harder I writhed against his mouth, riding it trying to get even more friction. Gripping his hair tighter, if that was even possible, I was chanting his name over and over, throwing in a few expletives and a couple of "oh god's," showering Edward in appreciation.
Before I knew it, my stomach was feeling all tingly, and my core was pulsating so hard and fast. My release was imminent.
With one last hard suck and bite, I exploded into Edward's mouth as he continued to lap up whatever I gave him and moaned, the vibration tickling me. I stilled my movements, signaling that I was spent, and I released my death grip on Edward's head. My breathing slowed and I wiped the thin sheen of sweat that had coated my forehead with the back of my hand.
Best. Orgasm. Ever.
Edward crawled his way up my body, stopping inches away from my face. "You taste incredible. That was seriously hot and I could never tire of doing that to you."
Upon hearing those words, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him toward me, smashing my lips to his, licking myself off him. He moaned into my mouth and lowered himself on me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, causing the head of his cock to graze against my still too sensitive core. Instantly, we gasped, remembering that we were indeed naked. If we stayed in this position a few seconds longer, I don't think either of us would have the will power to stop from progressing further.
As if reading my thoughts, Edward sat up slowly, a remorseful look flashed across his face. I gave him a slight smile in response.
"I'm sorry, Bella. I guess I got carried away. Please don't think I don't want you," he explained running a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends. "Christ, I want you so fucking badly, but I think…"
"Edward, it's okay. I agree," I interrupted, sitting up, grabbing my tank top, and throwing it on. Edward's boxers were near me, so I picked them up and tossed them to him. "I can wait…um, I mean, I really want you, too," I stated, looking down at the floor, taking my lower lip between my teeth. Cue the damn blush.
Edward slid into his boxers, put his shirt back on, and made his way over to me.
Placing my head between his strong hands, Edward gazed intently at me before saying, "You are amazing, you know that? That's why when we are together for the first time; it won't be some frenzied, rushed affair. I plan on taking my time with you, Swan." Edward winked before placing a soft, chaste kiss on my lips.
We broke apart to finish getting dressed, when Edward's cell phone rang. It was Emmett. Eric, one of the guys at the fire house, had a family emergency and had to go, leaving them one guy short. Edward informed Emmett that he would gladly fill in for Eric. Edward felt badly that he had to leave so abruptly and that he wouldn't be able to hang with me tomorrow during the day, but I didn't mind at all. Of course, I wanted to spend more time with him, but I admired the fact that Edward loved what he did and would do anything to help his buddies, or anyone for that matter. I was beginning to realize that underneath that rugged exterior was a sensitive and compassionate man. He was all about saving anyone who was in need.
After a long kiss goodbye, he shot out the door. We agreed that he would meet up with me for our date tomorrow night at Eclipse, the newest club in town, which was owned by that slut, Victoria. I wondered how tomorrow night would play out, but given tonight's activities between Edward and me, I was confident that he wouldn't pay her any mind.
We would have to wait until tomorrow to find out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke up feeling relaxed and rested, and I owed that all to Edward. He starred in all my dreams, as I kept replaying the events of last night.
Alice had come in to remind me that she, Rosalie, and I had spa appointments this morning, which included a massage, facials, a manicure and pedicure.
It had completely slipped my mind, but Alice gave me a strange look, insisting that she had made this appointment and told me about it eight months ago. Did she honestly think I was going to remember that? Alice also said that it was her treat, to which I responded, "No fucking way," but she shot me that odd glance again, informing me that today she was going to take care of me. I shrugged my shoulders in defeat. She was the big boutique owner who made more than enough money, so why look a gift horse in the mouth?
Around ten o'clock, Rosalie glided through our door, bearing gifts. She plopped a bag in front of me on the kitchen counter.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Just a little something to say, 'I love you,' and I couldn't ask for a better friend," Rosalie replied.
"Well, what about Alice? Doesn't she get a gift, too?"
"Of course she does," Rose said, sliding the same type of bag I had toward Alice, who was sitting on the other end of the kitchen island. Alice clapped her tiny hands in delight, swinging her legs like a little kid.
What the hell is up with these two?
Alice and I opened our presents and we got the most gorgeous Coach handbags. Alice's was black, while mine was dark brown. I loved it and I leaped out of my chair, pulling Rose into a bone-crushing hug.
"Rose, really this is too much. Thank you, but I have to ask…why?"
Rosalie shot Alice a pensive look, engaging in some silent conversation. I was clearly missing something and I couldn't for the life of me think of what it was.
"Uh…I just wanted to do something wonderful for my two friends whom I consider sisters, is all," she replied. Alice came over and soon we were in a little huddle, hugging one another.
Alice noticed the time and rushed us out the door, screaming something about keeping appointments. The spa was in walking distance, and since it wasn't too cold out, we decided to walk, the fresh air doing us some good. Upon passing my bank, I remembered that I had to deposit a check into my account. Alice huffed, but I quickly went inside, telling them I would be just a couple minutes.
I walked over to the table, grabbed one of those white deposit slips, and began to fill it out. When it came time to input today's date, I was at a loss, having to look eye level in front of me at the brown calendar plates, which displayed the day and date.
Saturday, November Seventh
My gut wrenched instantly, making me hunch over slightly. Holding on to the counter for support, I felt the bile rise in my throat. I wanted to curl up in a ball, retreat to my room and not come out for about a week.
Today was the day I was supposed to be getting married to Jacob.
I dropped the pen that was attached to the counter, ripped up my half filled out deposit slip, and bolted out of the bank doors. Once the cool air slapped against my face, I felt the tears creeping up, wanting to spill over. I gasped for air, clutching onto my chest. My pulse was racing and I began to sweat profusely underneath my jacket.
When I finally looked up, the tears poured down my cheeks, as Rosalie and Alice ran toward me and immediately enveloped me in a tight hug.
"The spa, the handbag…I should have known," I shook my head and cried.
"Ssh, it's okay, Bella. We're here. It's going to be okay," Alice cooed, rubbing circles along my back.
"I can't believe I forgot. I have been so consumed with Edward, that it didn't even occur to me that I should have been married today," I sniffled.
"Hey, that's a huge step that you didn't even remember what today was, Bella. You should be proud of yourself. You have come so far emotionally these past few months, and I feel it's partly because of Edward. It's like he inspired you to heal and get better," Rosalie chimed in, brushing the tears from my face.
"I know. Edward has been my breath of fresh air, you know? He made me feel alive again, and to tell you guys the truth, I have never felt a connection like this with anyone…not even Jake. Yet, I still feel the loss of Jake sometimes. We spent years together and it still hurts, just not as much anymore."
"Oh, sweetie, you have come so far. I am so happy that you and Edward are finally hitting it off. You two are so perfect for each other. You are helping one another heal in ways that Rose and I couldn't even begin to imagine. You've both gone through so much. I have to admit, I was surprised that you didn't remember today right away, but then I was so elated because I knew that it was my cousin's doing. I don't think you and Edward realize how much you truly need each other." Alice was now wiping the tears from her eyes and smiling at me.
"Thanks you guys. I don't know what I would do without your love and support. I love you both so much," I stated, linking my arms with one of theirs. "Now, come on. We have an appointment to get to and I have to look hot for my Edward tonight," I winked, realizing that I could breath normally again, the weight lifting off my chest. I swallowed down the empty feeling Jake left me with and tried to focus on the present. I would deal with the overwhelming emotions today was bringing on my own later.
*~*~*~*~*
Today ended up being an incredible day. I was pampered from head to toe, and I had the support from two of the most fantastic women I have ever met. My sadness dissipated as the day wore on, though I still couldn't believe that I was supposed to me married to Jacob. Married- that term seemed so foreign to me now.
Eclipse was actually an awesome club. There were two levels to this place, each with its own dance floor and bar. Thankfully, Victoria was nowhere in sight. The girls and I settled for the lower level, grabbing a table off to the side of the dance floor in direct view of the door. We were anxiously awaiting the arrival of the guys. I couldn't wait to see Edward, and I wondered if he would be happy to see me, too. Alice made sure I looked my sexiest, donning me in a tight pair of vintage blue jeans and one of her not yet released Alice Cullen original tops. It was a navy blue bustier top, with white lace trimming along the edges. I didn't have to wear a bra with it, as my tits were pushed up enough, the swells of my breasts spilling out. I wanted to drive Edward wild.
While we waited, we had downed a few martinis, and Rosalie insisted we celebrate my overcoming a huge obstacle by doing several rounds of shots. They were so happy for me about how far I'd come in dealing with the loss of Jake; I didn't have the heart to admit that I was more upset about the revelation of today's date than I led on. Using the alcohol to push down the hurt and frustration, I was definitely feeling no pain by my eighth shot and I welcomed the numbness. I desperately had to pee, so I informed Rose and Alice that I would be right back.
I staggered a little bit on my way to the restrooms, as they were across the room from where we were sitting. I was bobbing my head to the beat of the song that was blasting, when all of a sudden I was gripped from behind, strong hands at my waist.
Edward. I closed my eyes as I was spun around. When all movements stilled, I opened my eyes and gasped in shock, my mouth hanging open.
This was not Edward touching me, and I should have known from the lack of that tingly sensation he usually shocked my skin with. No, this certainly was not Edward.
It was Jake.
"Hey Bells. How have you been?" The scumbag smiled down at me, still holding my sides, mind you.
I rectified that issue right away by pushing him off me and moving backwards a bit, tripping over my feet and bumping into the wall.
"I'm fine," I started. "Shouldn't you be dancing the Electric Slide or something equally cheesy at your wedding reception now?" I huffed and crossed my arms. I now wished that Alice or Rosalie had made the trip to the bathroom with me. I needed the support. Not to mention my alcohol intake was seriously getting to my head.
"Yeah, I don't think so, seeing as I didn't get married," he said.
"What? You didn't marry that skank? What happened? Did you cheat on her, too, huh? Did you get someone else pregnant and break her heart?" I felt the heat rising within my body. I couldn't believe I was standing here engaged in a conversation with the devil.
"No, actually, Leah broke my heart. That baby, Bella, was never mine. She lied to me," he stated remorsefully, trying to give me some puppy dog face. I wasn't buying what he was selling.
"I'd tell you that I was sorry, but really, I'm not," I scoffed. "You deserve every heartbreak that comes your way," I slurred slightly.
"I know. Believe me; I have spent the past two months realizing that. I have been meaning to call you. I'm so sorry, Bella."
"You're sorry? For what exactly, because there is a plethora of things you need to feel sorry for Jacob Black! Are you sorry for making me love you, wasting years of my life staying devoted to you, only to have my heart stomped on? Are you sorry for the months of shame and embarrassment I felt toward my family, my friends, my co-workers because of your betrayal? Are you sorry for making me doubt myself worth because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants? Are you sorry for deciding to stay with that whore and wanting to marry her on the same fucking day you were supposed to commit yourself to me forever? Are you sorry that I almost lost my job because I was unable to function, never wanting to leave my bed? Are you sorry that my friends had to spend their summer on 'Bella Breakdown Watch' instead of vacationing with each other? Are you sorry that because of you, I will never fully trust another man, no matter how wonderful he could be toward me?" I screamed, accentuating every point by repeatedly jabbing my pointer finger into his chest.
Jake stood there, taking everything in, and just intently staring at me before he finally got the nerve to speak. "I-I had no idea what this has been like for you, Bells. I-I didn't realize…I'm so sor…"
"Don't you fucking say you're sorry again, or else I'm going to punch the living shit out of you. You selfish bastard! How could you think I would be okay after what you put me through? And don't ever call me by that nickname again! You lost all rights to anything concerning me the moment you decided to throw what we had away on a couple of fucks! I'm glad that baby isn't yours, because now you know how it feels to have your heart ripped out of you and to be deceived in the worst possible way!" I was moving my arms about wildly, as Jake made an attempt to move closer to me, but I lunged at him and pushed him forcibly backwards.
My slurred rant made my drunken state worsen. I was dizzy and shaking with anger, and not to mention, I still had to fucking use the bathroom. This asshole had wasted enough of my time, and I had to get away from him before my friends came looking for me, or worse, Edward.
"If I could just call you sometime so we could talk, I want a chance to explain everything. Can I call you? Please?" Jake begged with a pained expression on his face. He reached out and grabbed my elbow, trying to force me closer to him.
"Get your motherfucking hands off me! And, no, you can't fucking call me! Are you insane? What makes you think I would actually want to listen to whatever bullshit you needed to tell me?" I wobbled away from him again, hitting my back against the wall lightly.
"Look, I have got to go take a god damn pee and you are preventing me from doing so. I would say that it's been a pleasure, but it hasn't. Rot in hell, you son of a bitch!" I drunkenly spat at Jake, who was beyond shocked at my attitude toward him.
With that, I turned around and made my way to the bathroom when Jake gripped me harder this time by my arm, jostling me backwards, causing me to lose my footing and sway from side to side.
"Will you fucking wait a minute, Bella?" Jake scolded, no longer hiding his frustration.
"Ow, Jake! You're hurting me!" I screamed over my shoulder. He still had my arm in his vice grip, and my body was turned away from him.
Then, out of nowhere, a familiar voice roared behind me, "Get your fucking hands off her!"
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