Hello everyone. Sorry for the delay on this chapter – my writing was put on hold for almost a whole week because of a really bad flu-like cold. Anyway, DILFward and Bella are back with their date-night. I hope you'll enjoy it.
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Chapter 10: Doing the dishes
EPOV
"So, did you and Maddie have a good day?"
I paused in my haphazard stirring to look over at Bella. She sat at my kitchen table, wearing the kind of dress I had desperately been hoping for, with straps that were just begging to be ripped.
Okay, maybe not begging, but I really wanted to anyway. I wouldn't, because Bella would probably be a little pissed if I ruined her dress, but still... the temptation was there. I figured, ripping them would get her naked faster – yes?
Yes.
I tugged my eyes away from her bare shoulders and took in her soft smile. God, she was pretty.
"I guess that depends on what your definition of a good day is," I said, to answer her question. I put down the wooden spoon and walked over to join her at the table – the food could fend for itself for a few minutes.
"Oh?" Bella asked, watching me as I sat down. "Well, if we go with your definition – good day, or bad day?"
I chuckled as I shrugged. "I don't really know. It was... a mixture of both good and bad, I'd say."
"Okay, you need to stop being so cryptic. I didn't realise 'have you had a good day?' had suddenly become such a difficult question to answer," Bella teased as she took a small sip of her wine.
I laughed and conceded with a nod. "I'm sorry, it's just... I honestly don't know if it was a good day or not. It was..."
I slowly trailed off, struggling to find the words that could describe my day with Maddie. It definitely hadn't been 'easy' or 'carefree' or something, you know, nice like that.
Bella frowned at me, with a smile playing around her lips. "Seriously, Edward – what happened today?"
"Well... Maddie wanted to go to the park, which was fine, apart from the heat."
Bella nodded. "God, I could barely move – just breathing made me break a sweat."
I snorted attractively. "Yeah, it was kinda miserable. Not that Maddie seemed to notice."
"Tough kid."
"You're telling me," I said with an amused sigh. "Anyway, everything was relatively fine until she-... she-... shit..."
I started stumbling over my words as Maddie's heartbroken expression flashed before my eyes. I couldn't focus my thoughts as I remembered the pain my child must have felt. I didn't want my babygirl to have to feel pain like that, not ever, and I just... I couldn't... Words just failed me.
"Edward?" Bella's voice was tentative as she reached over the table, gently touching her fingers to the top of my hand. I gave her a small smile, thankful for her gesture despite my... 'emotional turmoil'.
"I'm sorry, I just... she-... she asked a very difficult question. One I haven't really been looking forward to answering," I said slowly, focusing my gaze on the sun glinting off her hair for a second.
"Let me guess... 'where do babies come from'?" Bella teased lightly. My eyes snapped to hers, and I chuckled under my breath. It was clear that she knew the topic of mine and Maddie's conversation had been a bit deeper than that, but her teasing lightened the atmosphere around us. She was just letting me know I could tell her whatever it was and she'd listen; I appreciated it more than I could really explain.
"No, not really," I said with a grin and Bella snorted. "No, she... she asked why she doesn't-... why she doesn't have a mom."
Bella's face cleared of any amusement, her lips parting around an understanding, "Oh..."
I sighed slowly, knowing that she, of all people, really did understand. She must have asked her dad the same question at some point.
Her fingers slowly slipped around my hand, until they were resting against my palm. She gave it a gentle squeeze.
"How did it go?"
I shrugged and picked up my glass of wine. "Okay, I guess. For the most part anyway. It was nice once it was over," I joked with a wry smile. I felt accomplished when Bella laughed under her breath with real humour.
"But before it was over?" Her demeanour melted back into seriousness as she prompted me to continue.
I squeezed her hand and sighed. "It was tough. She was upset, of course. Watching her cry was... I can't even-... I can't handle it, Bella. I can't watch her cry. It fucking breaks my heart."
She nodded in sympathy, making me sigh again, but more from wonderment than anything else. Why was she even interested in this? I just didn't get how she could be so... how she could listen so patiently. How she could be so amazing. The last thing I should be taking about on a date was the emotional conversation I'd had with my kid, and yet here she was, listening with undivided attention. This was something I would have expected after several months in a relationship, not a few weeks.
She squeezed my hand again, and I looked up into her eyes. So kind, so patient and understanding. So... unbelievable. She had some sort of power over me. She made me feel these urges to get closer to her all the time, to open up to her and bring her into my life. It all seemed to be moving so fast, but I couldn't bring myself to care or worry about it. At all. It didn't feel wrong or scary to have these urges – it just felt right.
Which, ironically, scared the living crap out of me.
In a good way. I think.
That we were forced, in a way, to take it nice and slow therefore... sucked. Kinda. I guess 'nice and slow' had its benefits too, but right now I wasn't feeling very favourable towards it.
"Yeah... I mean, I knew we needed to talk about it at some point; I just thought that, you know, Maddie might be a bit older than five. She still believes in Santa and the Toothfairy, for god's sake," I said with a pained laugh, rubbing my free hand through my hair. I paused then, glancing at her sympathetic expression. The granules of amusement in her eyes and the small smile on her lips helped me not bristle, as one was prone to do when faced with sympathy like that. Plus, I didn't really know where her sympathy was directed – at me, for having to have the conversation, or at Maddie, for needing to hear it? At the both of us? Not that it mattered much; either way, she was still showing her kindness.
I sighed one more time and then proceeded to give her a run-down of my delightful afternoon. The attention she gave me was quite honestly astonishing. Astonishing, but appreciated.
By the time we started digging into the food, Bella was also digging into me about how I had felt when Emily left, a discussion I hadn't had with her before. It was with an intense relief that she seemed to understand my conflicted emotions, that she could so clearly see how I could be both happy and sad about it, for so many different reasons all at once.
When I was scraping up my last spoon of dessert, we'd moved on to gossiping like two old ladies about Emmett and Rosalie.
"So she still hasn't told you anything?" I posed my question before displaying my highly developed table manners by licking my spoon.
"No, she just goes all... huffy and stuff when I try to ask her, and then changes the subject. She's the worst best friend ever."
"Emmett hit me when I asked."
"What? Shut up, he did not."
"Yeah, he did. I just mentioned that you'd told me about their little stand-off, and he went all 'dude, don't even go there', so of course I had to go there."
Bella nodded seriously, sucking on her spoon. I was temporarily distracted by her mouth.
"But, uh..." My brain made me say stuff in an effort to make me stop staring at her mouth, but my dick was more interested in the staring thing, so I just sort of hummed for a beat too long. "Uh... yeah, so I asked him, casually, what that whole thing had been all about and then he glared at me for a few seconds, punched my arm and stomped off like a child."
Bella snorted with laughter. "Oh my god, what the hell happened between those two? I'm tempted to find out which store they went to and then go stalk the employees and see if anyone of them remember."
"We can be like two private investigators – you go through Rosalie's trash for receipts, I go through Em's and then we cross-check which one they've both gone to."
"Yeah, and we can see the exact time if we find the receipts from that day."
"That could totally work."
Bella burst out in giggles. "No, it wouldn't."
I laughed with her. "No, I refuse to go through Em's trash."
Bella shook her head, still giggling. "I'm just way too curious about the whole thing – I wanna know what happened! You should have seen their faces when they first saw each other. I thought Rose was going to collapse in a fit of rage induced shock or something."
She was still talking as she pushed her seat back, reaching for our plates. I ogled her boobs as she bent over the table for mine.
"I wonder if they're embarrassed or something, and that's why they won't tell us," I mused as Bella carried them over to the sink, turning on the tap. I was reminded of the first time she had come over for dinner, the day I met her. She'd insisted on taking the plates over to the sink and doing the washing up then too.
She hummed in agreement with my musings as I got out of my seat, slowly crossing the kitchen towards her. Her hair was swept up, away from her neck, leaving so much pale, beautiful skin for my eyes to drink up. As I came up behind her, my gaze was drawn towards the thin strap over her right shoulder, the only break in the cream of her complexion.
She didn't flinch or jump in surprise as I placed my hands softly on her hips, standing as close to her as I could. She just relaxed a fraction, as if my touch soothed her. I smiled to myself as I bent down and placed a soft kiss on the tip of her shoulder. I couldn't seem to stop myself from kissing her again, and again, and a little closer to the strap of her dress, and closer still. I dragged my lips as lightly as I could along her skin, kissing my way inward.
The plate in her hand drooped, a soft sigh leaving her as my nose grazed her neck. I gently inhaled, drawing in her scent and revelling in the soft, sweet notes – vanilla maybe?
"You don't have to do that," I murmured into her skin. "I'll deal with it tomorrow."
"I don't mind," she answered on a sigh as my lips travelled up to her ear.
"Well..." I nipped at her earlobe, "I do. I seem to have found something else I'd rather be doing right now than drying dishes."
She laughed softly down her nose. "Really? And what might that be, Mr. Cullen?"
My hands left her hips in favour of higher ground. She gasped as my thumbs grazed the under-wires of her bra.
"You're a smart woman, Ms. Swan; I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually," I assured her before bending down a little more to kiss her neck.
In almost no time at all, I managed to coax the plate from her hands and turn her around to face me. I didn't care that she put her wet hands through my hair as I bent down to kiss her properly. The taste of her lips sort of made me lose focus on most of everything else. The feel of her tongue made me crave more and I stepped closer still to the warmth of her body.
I needed this. I needed to lose myself in her, just for a little while. I needed to take my mind off the events of the day and just forget how difficult it had been. I needed to breathe and feel and see and hear Bella, only Bella, for just a little while.
I needed this. I needed to reach down and grab a handful of her dress, pulling it up her leg. I needed to press her into the counter as she stole the breath from my mouth. I needed to feel her hands sliding through my hair, gripping me and bringing me closer, showing me that she needed this too.
I needed her. I needed her so badly that the strength of my emotions took me by surprise; all of a sudden, I felt almost out of control, like I couldn't stop myself from deepening the kiss, from gripping her harder, from almost wanting to... dominate her. I didn't want to be gentle and slow tonight. I wanted us to be rough and hard and needy. I wanted us to end up in a sticky, sweaty tangle once it was all over, gasping for air and unable to even fucking speak for several minutes.
Basically, I wanted us to just... fuck. I wanted to fuck her.
"Bella..." I groaned into her mouth, low and deep and agonised. I couldn't stop myself; my hand fisted around the material of her dress, pulling it higher up on one side as I forced my knee in between hers. She gasped against me, her grip tightening painfully on my scalp. I didn't care.
She pulled away from me just enough to look into my face, already panting with swollen, pink lips and flushed cheeks. There was a small frown on her forehead, wordless questions in every sweep of those eyes. Could she see? Could she see what I needed, how desperate I was? I hoped she could. I couldn't explain it, I couldn't put it into words in a way that she would understand. It'd be so much easier if she could just... just see, just understand and go with it, lose it with me. If she would just... let me.
I stared right back into her eyes, my fingers tightening their grip around her waist. I felt my mouth move, as if I were trying to formulate words, trying to build up some explanation for my sudden and abrupt change in demeanour, but nothing came out. Unsurprising, seeing as I could barely even explain it to myself.
Please, Bella, please... please, please...
She swallowed hard as one of her hands slid a little lower, until it was cupping my neck. Her frown slowly disappeared at whatever she saw in my face. I had no idea what she might be thinking, but the small, almost imperceptible nod she gave me was more than enough for me. My lips surged back to hers, forcefully taking control. She moaned breathlessly and opened up for me – a willing surrender, a silent permission for me to take control and make this situation whatever I needed it to be.
My dick throbbed as a barrage of images assaulted me, ideas of what I wanted to do with her flooding my mind. A particularly appealing mental picture showed me the pale skin of Bella's back, glistening with sweat and arching in a beautiful dip beneath me. I'd pull her hair loose, tangling my hands into it while strands stuck to her skin. My other hand on her hip would hold her steady as I slammed into her from behind, and she'd scream for me to go harder and faster, clawing at the sheets of my bed.
I needed that. Fuck, I needed that so badly.
With a groan, I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist, lifting her away from the counter. She gasped with surprise into my lips, clamping her arms down on my shoulders and holding on for dear life as I turned and walked towards my bedroom. Her legs slowly rose and snaked around me, making me falter for a few steps as the warmth between her thighs pressed into my groin. She nipped at my lips, opening her eyes and looking at me seductively. The heat in her gaze, the lust and want I could see there, made my already throbbing cock so hard I had to suppress a groan of pain.
Damn, these shorts are way too tight for this.
I pulled her harder into my chest, claiming her mouth back forcefully as I continued walking. I loved that she was so completely onboard with this. Not just the... whatever-the-hell-was-going-on-with-me-thing, but just the situation as a whole. We'd been sitting down, eating dessert no more than five minutes ago for god's sake, and here I was, hauling her off to the bedroom with a nonsensical desire to dominate her for a while.
And what was she doing? She was clinging to me, stuffing her tongue down my throat. She was letting me do this, no questions asked, no coy games of hot-and-cold – nothing. She wanted this just as much as I did, and that knowledge made me want her more. So logically, I kissed her harder and groaned at the touch of her tongue on my own.
She whimpered in my arms, moving her hips as best as she could in her position. It made me feel like my lungs had stopped working, so it was an intense relief for several reasons when we finally arrived at my bed. I kneeled on the side and tried to lay her down gently, but she wouldn't unwind her legs fast enough and I ended up sort of falling down on top of her.
Going from the moan leaving Bella's throat as she felt my weight on her, she didn't really mind.
I untangled myself from her grip, rising to my knees again and looking down at her, dragging my fingers up her legs still wrapped around me. Both of us were struggling to breathe and she looked mindblowingly beautiful, sprawled out as she was. I was, however, willing to bet that she'd look even more beautiful naked.
I leaned back over her and let my mouth ravish her neck as I ripped down the zipper of her dress. She gasped at the tug, sinking her fingers into my shoulders and arching her neck back, giving me better access to her throat.
"That feels so good..." she murmured as I nipped and sucked at her skin.
I managed a wordless grunt in reply.
I dragged my hands roughly down her thighs, grasping the hem of her dress and pulling it upwards.
"Lift," I gasped, nudging her ass in a helpful manner. Her thighs constricted around me as she followed my command and lifted her ass off the bed, allowing me to pull the dress up to her waist. After that followed a few seconds of shimmying, yanking and tugging, and then she was lying practically naked before me. I sat up on my knees and surveyed my handy work.
I won the bet. Naked Bella Lying Across My Bed was even more beautiful than Clothed Bella Lying Across My Bed.
God, I wanted her. Immediately. I wanted to flip her over, grab her hips and just fuck her. Fuck her hard and rough and dirty and raw. Fuck her until she was screaming beneath me. Fuck her until I couldn't move another muscle.
I wanted it so much that I didn't know where to start. There was just... so much to touch and taste and see and I didn't know where to begin. My eyes roamed over her body, my mouth hanging open uselessly.
"Edward..." she whispered slowly, keeping her own gaze steady on my eyes. She rose to her elbows, slowly but determinedly, never taking her eyes off me. I still didn't know what to do, so I didn't move. I just stared. Stared at how her breasts moved under the confinement of her strapless bra. Stared at how the dim light played off the gentle curves of her shoulder. Stared at how her tongue peeked out to wet her lips, while she simultaneously reached out for me.
Her hands grabbed onto my shirt, and she pulled herself into a seated position in front of me. Her legs slowly slid down my thighs, landing on the bed on either side of my knees. I stared down into her eyes as she pushed my t-shirt up, quickly exposing my stomach and chest.
Right. I need to be naked too.
I slid off the bed until I was standing in front of her, pulling it over my head when she couldn't reach any higher.
She shuffled closer to me, her feet softly touching the floor. With her eyes firmly locked on mine, she leaned in and kissed a trail across my stomach. I hissed at the feel of her hot mouth on my skin, knowing that I wanted – needed – it lower. She quickly unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them and my underwear down my legs. She waited while I stepped out of them before taking my cock in her hand.
"Oh, fuck..." I groaned, feeling her warm fingers wrapping around me. I definitely wouldn't be needing a lot of that before I'd completely lose my mind and grab her like some kind of animal.
Although, that did sound kind of appealing.
"I've been thinking about doing this all day," Bella murmured, as if she were sharing a huge secret with me. Then she bent forward and did some rather fantastic things with her tongue on my dick.
"Oh, Jesus... Bella," I panted, watching her lips as they parted and took me inside her mouth. All coherent thoughts left my head, along with any remaining blood not absolutely necessary to keep me alive and breathing.
I wanted to let her hair fall loose. I wanted to see it tumble across her back and I wanted to tangle my hands in it and hold on for dear life when she did that swirly-twirly thing with her tongue. However, I couldn't seen to really understand how she'd tied it up in the first place, and I didn't want to start yanking on her hair while she was sucking me off – that just seemed dumb. Especially considering I was already pretty fucking stupid at that moment in time, on account of being sucked off and all.
Maybe if she sucked me off more often, I could get some practice on being able to multi-task. That seems like a legit enough reason to request daily blow-jobs.
As it was, I settled for a gentle hand at the back of her head.
I think I was quickly falling in love with Bella's mouth. Or my dick was, at the very least. I wished I had the stamina and endurance to let her continue for like... hours, but I pulled away after only a minute or two. I wanted to enjoy being inside her; I couldn't really do that if I was holding back my orgasm the whole time.
Bella looked up at me, tightening her fingers around my hips. It was clear that she was waiting for my next move – I had been the one to pull away, therefore it was obviously up to me what happened next.
"Take off your bra," I ordered her quietly, watching carefully as she released her glorious breasts. Her eyes never left my face.
"Lie back," I told her next, following her down. I leaned over her, carrying my weight on my hands. She immediately cupped my face and drew me down even further, kissing me desperately. The moan that left her almost made me lose my pathetic excuse of control. If not for the fact that she was still wearing panties, I might have just given in and thrust right into her, my fantasy about taking her from behind be damned.
As it were, I managed to pull myself away, trailing quick, impatient kisses down her throat, her chest – with a small detour of her boobs and nipples – and then down her stomach. She was panting by the time my lips brushed against the elastic waistband.
I knelt down on the floor between her legs, her ass inches from the edge of the bed, and stared at the black lace covering her. She was wearing too many clothes. I once again requested her to lift her hips so I could pull the offensive scrap of fabric from her body.
Once that was taken care of, I trailed my hands down her pale, smooth legs and grabbed a hold of each of her ankles. She gasped and twisted the sheets in her fists when I raised her legs, planting her feet on the bed.
"So beautiful, Bella..." I whispered, looking at her spread out for me like that. She only moaned in response, her hips jerking a little towards me. I chuckled quietly. "And impatient too, apparently."
This time she groaned, sounding both amused and annoyed. I laughed again, but wisely decided not to tease her anymore and bent down further. She gasped as I sucked on the skin over her hip. She exhaled shakily when I moved my lips further down. She whined when I bypassed her heat and kissed a trail on her inner thigh.
She let out a small yelp when I touched and teased her clit with my tongue. Her whole body jerked and tensed in surprise, but almost instantly gave in and relaxed into the pleasure.
"Oh god, yes... Edward... fuck..."
Sweeter words had never been uttered.
I loved the way she tasted. I loved her reactions, the sounds she made and the way she moved. I loved how she wouldn't get overly verbal or loud until she was getting closer to her climax – she teased me with little sighs and hisses and moans, moving her hips and arching her back. Then, as I continued to lick and suck and nibble, she started grabbing my hair, pulling me towards her, holding me there like a willing prisoner. She began swearing, mixing the cusses with my name and a multitude of groans. She soon started panting and moving more and more, until I had to hold her hips steady with my hands. She demanded more and harder and faster, and I complied because she was glorious when she became lost in her pleasure like that.
She screamed when I pushed two fingers into her wet heat. Her muscles clenched and trembled as her orgasm built and built within her. She got louder and louder until she was constantly making some kind of sound, always letting me know what I was doing to her through nonsensical moans and attempts at actual words.
Then came my favourite part. She was now gasping desperately for air, her thighs trembling on either side of me. She whimpered and her back arched higher than before.
"Edward! Oh, yes, yes, oh fuck, yes! Shit... yes, yes, oh god, please... yes, yes ye-... Edward!"
I moved my hand faster and harder against her, concentrating the movements of my tongue to the top of her slit. Her fingers dug into my scalp and suddenly she was clenching down violently around my fingers, screaming hoarsely. Her whole body jerked and trembled as her muscles contracted and released, her back arching so beautifully, a perfect bow as she threw her head back.
Her scream turned into a moan, which then started sounding somewhat similar to 'Edward' as she continued to jerk and shake. I gradually slowed my movements until Bella's hand slipped from my hair and flopped, practically boneless, onto the bed. A huge gust of air left her and she seemed to deflate completely before me. Her legs, which had been rigid and trembling only seconds before, abruptly relaxed and fell open as far as they could.
Bella looked completely worn out, like she couldn't move a muscle.
I smirked to myself, because how could I not feel proud of my accomplishments when she looked like that?
I slowly rose to my feet, crawling over her prone, boneless body. She was flushed and beautiful, the rising and falling of her chest the only movement that indicated that she hadn't died or anything. I pressed a kiss directly between her boobs. She groaned.
I chuckled and started kissing her neck, which made her groan some more. I couldn't tell if they were groans of pleasure, exhaustion or both. At least they weren't groans of protests, something my cock was very thankful for.
I had to laugh a little at her dazed expression – her mouth was open as she panted, but her eyes were closed. She looked like she didn't know up from down, and honestly didn't care either.
"Bella?" I said quietly, putting my lips against her temple. "You still in there, baby?"
She snorted and I laughed again. I then realised with a small jolt through my stomach that I had called her 'baby' for the first time. I liked it. It didn't seem like Bella minded either, but perhaps that wasn't saying very much – she wasn't exactly noticing every single detail around her at the moment. I supposed I'd just have to call her 'baby' more often, preferable when she was a bit more coherent and able to appreciate it.
"Edward... that was... god..."
I chuckled at her mumblings and softly caressed her waist, trailing a few kisses up and down the side of her face. I didn't know when exactly it happened, but somewhere between the kitchen and now, the strange urge to completely dominate Bella and control the entire situation had diminished somewhat. I still wanted to fuck her, hard and fast and rough, but I didn't feel like I needed it anymore, which was actually somewhat of a relief. It had been a very strange feeling.
Soon Bella was able to turn her head and kiss me back, winding her heavy arms around my shoulders as she sucked on my tongue. I groaned when her legs slowly closed around my hips, trying to pull me down between them.
"Bella, wait..." I mumbled against her lips. She immediately pulled back a bit, frowning at me in confusion. I smiled and traced a finger down her cheek.
"Get on your hands and knees for me, baby," I told her quietly, slowly sliding back off the bed until I was standing in front of her again. She looked up at me with a wide-eyed expression for a few seconds, but then she blinked a few times and an excited glint took over her eyes.
She slowly and sinuously turned around, displaying that beautiful ass for me as she kneeled on the side of the bed. I think my heart stopped for a few beats when she turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder. She bit down on her lip.
She bit down on her fucking lip, with a devious glint in her eyes. She looked so coy and sexy and just... just so... fuckable. It drove me completely insane.
"God woman, you'll be the death of me, I swear," I informed her in a voice made hoarse with lust. I stepped closer and grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing delightfully. She moaned and her back dipped down, down, creating a dangerously hot sight before me. I couldn't stop myself from letting one of my hands slide along her skin, exploring the dip of her spine.
That's when she thrust back towards me, her ass connecting with my dick. That simple contact alone made me growl as my grip on her tightened. She looked me straight in the eye as she then spoke, demanding it from me.
"Fuck me, Edward."
It felt like my entire body exploded at her words. Borderline violent waves of lust slammed into me, severing any connection to my rational and intelligent self for as long as it would take for me to thoroughly ravish her.
I might have groaned, I have no idea. I just reacted to her words. If she wanted me to fuck her, I was going to fuck her.
With a firm grip on her hips, I positioned myself at her amazingly wet pussy and thrust myself in.
Oh god, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck...
Bella moaned when I pulled out, echoing my sentiments exactly. Jesus, she felt good. So, so good, it was fucking unbelievable. How could she feel so good? So tight and warm and wet and fucking perfect. Jesus christ.
Before I could move to push myself back in, Bella did it for me by thrusting her hips back with a wanton moan. My grip on her tightened even more as I hissed in surprise. Clearly, she was getting impatient again. I began moving then, and after a few slow thrusts to allow her to adjust, I used my grip on her to pull her back forcefully just as I slammed forward.
"Oh god!" Bella's arms gave out beneath her and she slumped forward until her head rested on the mattress. This new angle must have felt amazing for her, because she screamed right into the bedspread, muffling the sound. She fisted the fabric so tightly that her hands trembled as I continued to move.
"Bella... oh fuck, you feel good! Shit... ah, god...!"
Soon the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and various groans, moans, grunts and swearwords. It was a cacophony of amazingness, if such a thing could even exist.
It didn't take long until we were both covered in sweat – the lingering heat of the day didn't exactly help. It was hot as hell in my room, and the hard, rough fucking we were engaged in wasn't exactly conductive to keeping cool. Not that I minded; the slide of our skin and the way Bella's back glistened softly only made the moment seem more erotic. I revelled in it, pushing myself even harder and faster because of it.
"Edward...! Edward, I'm gonna... oh, oh, yes, oh fuck, yes, yes, Edward, yes! Oh god... yes! Harder, please, oh god...!"
I grunted with every hard thrust, watching in fascination as Bella was being rocked back and forth because of my movements. She was beyond words now, each moan that left her mouth rising in pitch. I reached around her with one hand and let just the tip of a finger come in contact with her clit. Three seconds later, she fell apart. Her legs jerked on either side of my knees, her whole back going rigid. Then she convulsed beautifully, the most amazing sounds pouring out of her.
I did that to her. Me. Jesus fuck, she's so goddamn sexy and perfect and... fuck. I want to keep doing this for eternity. I never want to stop.
When she came back down from her second orgasm, she was almost completely boneless again. I struggled to hold her upright, not wanting her to collapse now that I was getting close myself.
"Bella, please-... oh fuck, so close... Bella, oh god... Shiiiit..."
I could feel it, rising from my balls, preparing to erupt. My whole body seemed to brace itself, my muscles tightening, my lungs working overtime, my heart pounding almost painfully in my chest. I let out a deep groan as I instinctively started thrusting harder, faster and much more frantically.
It took me a second or two to realise that Bella seemed to have found enough strength to keep herself from collapsing. I felt her start moving with me again, arching her back to bring me deeper and thrusting her hips with me. It felt fucking glorious.
"Ah, ah...! Fuck, I'm gonna-... oh, shit! God-...!"
Every nerve in me came alive. Every muscle locked down. My brain completely lost track of everything besides the feeling, coming now, faster, harder, rising up and up, and so close and jesus christ, and closer still and I couldn't think and I was there and everything exploded. I cried out as I lost my last shred of control, my release surging up violently, bringing with it the most outrageously amazing feeling in the world.
My cock pulsed and throbbed as I emptied myself in Bella, every locked muscles relaxing and contracting without my consent. I heard the sounds I was making, but I was powerless to control them. I felt my knees wobble, I felt my back bend forward – I felt all my strength leaving me abruptly, and I slumped forward over Bella with a drawn-out whimper.
Fuck, that felt good.
I tried to move a little to the side of her when we collapsed, so as not to crush her with my post-coital dead-weight body. She groaned, but it was a wholly pleasurable sound, so I just attempted a small chuckle.
Hard, fast, rough fucking that ends in us lying in a sweaty, tangled heap, unable to move, speak or think – check.
I realised after a little while that small trembles were going through me periodically. I couldn't care less. I was more concerned with trying to breathe properly, not gaining full control of my muscles again.
I was still panting into the back of Bella's neck when she finally spoke.
"Edward...?"
"Yeah?
"That was... amazing... I don't know what brought it on... but you're more than welcome... to do it again... sometime..."
"Okay... I'll try to... remember that."
"Uh-huh..."
I couldn't respond. I just pressed myself against her a little tighter, allowing myself the indulgence of hugging her while waiting for my strength to return. She didn't seem to mind one bit.
It took a little while before either one of us could muster up the will to move, but eventually we were both cleaned up and somewhat coherent. I was a little sleepy, but it was still too early in the evening to go to bed, so we plopped our asses down in front of the TV for some mindless movie-watching. It wasn't even a moment of hesitation on Bella's part; as soon as I had settled myself into the couch, she instantly crawled into my lap and cuddled me.
I willingly folded her into my arms, burying my face in her hair every few minutes.
It was about halfway through the movie that Bella turned her head towards me a little and quietly remarked:
"I wish we could have more evenings like this."
She smiled softly then, with maybe a hint of sadness in her eyes. I echoed her expression.
"Me too. We'll get there soon."
She nodded, letting her smile grow somewhat wider. I couldn't resist leaning in and kissing those beautiful lips of hers.
It was then that the phone rang, interrupting our somewhat tender moment. I groaned in annoyance and glared at the phone, sitting in its cradle on the other side of the room. I sighed and tightened my arms around Bella when she tried to get up.
"No, let the machine get it – I'll call them back if it's anything important."
Bella shrugged and relaxed back against my chest. We both listened as the phone continued to ring, waiting for the machine to pick up.
Maybe it was the orgasm that was still lingering, making me stupid, making me forget all my precautions, because I clearly didn't think the situation through.
I should have known letting it go to voicemail would be a mistake. There was a reason I tried to avoid just that happening, after all. Of course I wouldn't want a recording of her voice, of her delusional messages. What if Maddie was around when I listened to them? It would be my worst nightmare come true.
So when she machine beeped, and the she-devil's voice spilled into the room, I had given it absolutely no thought how it would affect Bella to be thus introduced to my former mother-in-law.
"Hello? Maddie? Are you there, sweetie? It's me – grandma."
Dun-dun-duuuuuun!
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