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CHAPTER 11 – Soulmate

Previously:

He looked at me and cupped my face in his hands.

"The album I'm composing now is for them… and for you," he said as the sky was illuminated by thousands of lights exploding in red, blue and white.

July 4th—Friday

Edward's eyes shone with unshed tears. I saw so much emotion in them that all I wanted was for him to feel better, to be happy again.

When my mother died, I couldn't bear the pain it caused me to know that I would never see her again, or hear her voice, or touch her. She was gone. But it wasn't entirely unexpected. What Edward experienced at the age of seven was far too much than what he was supposed to at that age, or any age for that matter. No one should ever have to see their parents gone so fast so soon.

Edward brushed away a tear that had fallen from my eyes.

"Don't cry for me, Bella," I heard him say over the fireworks.

I shook my head. I was crying for that little boy, for all the children who had lost their parents or one of them, like me, even before they were old enough to learn how to drive. It wasn't fair. Life never was fair.

And when I thought about myself and my situation, I cried for the Edward in front of me, too. Because when all of this was over, I would cause him pain all over again. As he embraced me and I put my head against his chest, it was on the tip of my tongue to tell him everything and let him run away. But I was scared and I was selfish, and I couldn't let him go just yet. I needed him. So instead, I squeezed him hard and stopped crying, because what was the point?

There were still beautiful fireworks in the sky when I lifted my head to look at Edward. I caressed his cheeks and dried his tears with the soft blanket. I wasn't good at expressing my feelings, either. I just kissed him gently until he pushed for more and I let him devour me for minutes.

Finally, the noise stopped and the sky cleared out of lights and colors. We were getting cold, so we grabbed our things and went inside, hand-in-hand.

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In the room, I made Edward sit on one side of the bed with his feet on the ground and I settled behind him. I wanted to show him affection and make him feel loved, without having to say it. I wasn't ready for that yet.

I started massaging his scalp and he moaned, tilting his head back. Then I softly kissed his exposed neck and throat. He loved my hands in his hair almost as much as he loved touching my boobs. As I kissed, nibbled and licked away, my hands moved down and to his collar, where I started unbuttoning his shirt. He had the sexiest chest imaginable—to me—and I was intent on taking advantage of it. Edward let my fingers roam up and down, and I took inventory of every lean muscle, every goosebump that rose on the skin I was caressing or lightly scratching.

After his shirt was discarded, I massaged his shoulders and felt how he let out some of the tension.

"I didn't mean to turn this into a sob fest" he murmured.

"No. I like that you opened up to me," I responded softly before leaning in to his ear. "Now, let it all go and relax."

I made him lay down face-up on the bed, with his head on the pillows, and told him to close his eyes and don't move.

"I haven't seen candles lying around; where do you have them?" he joked.

"Shush," I said, giggling. "Just humor me."

"Okay." He took a deep breath and then let out a long exhale.

I took a moment to take him in: shirtless, vulnerable, and utterly tempting. I didn't know where to begin. Before Edward, I had never been too proactive in regards to—what was I doing?—seducing? Foreplay-ing? Anyway, seeing Edward like that in front of me and thinking that we had all night tonight and a couple more days, and half an island to ourselves, I wasn't in a rush. But Edward seemed impatient as he opened one eye, probably wondering what was taking me so long. I told him to close it and went to my nightstand, where I had put my scentless lotion.

Luckily, my hands were warm, so I just went for it and squirted a little bit of lotion into my palm and Edward's chest, making him hiss. I rubbed his sexy torso for a while, using different amounts of pressure and number of fingers. He loved every minute of it, and I was happy to see him enjoy.

Something was happy, too, when I took Edward's pants off. I could see the outline through his boxers. Damn, he was too hot. Silently, I stripped down to my blue panties before I straddled his legs and put my bra over his eyes.

"Fuck," he groaned. He knew what it was.

I felt like a cat in heat. I rubbed my breasts lightly across Edward's fine torso and down to his groin until I was eye-level with it. He tried to touch me a couple of times, but I pinned his arms down. He was obviously stronger than me, but didn't protest too much. He moaned and hissed when I lowered his boxers down to his ankles and took a long lick from the balls to the tip of his erection. I continued with my art of fellatio until he was about to come. Edward took my bra out of his eyes and tried to sit up, but I didn't let him.

"Stop it!" I playfully admonished him. "Close your eyes."

He did as I said and lay back down again. He moaned so loud when I resumed my motions, circling the head with my tongue and stroking him.

"I want to see," he whined, meekly. "Please, Bella? I'm so close."

Guys are more into visual than sensory experiences, that much I knew. And I didn't want to make that particular experience a cheap blow job, I wanted to pleasure him.

I rose and kissed his lips gently.

"You may open your eyes," I said into his mouth before pulling apart. Then I saw green, deep and expressive. He smiled.

I took one of his hands and guided it from my neck down to my breast, which he kneaded happily. I kissed his other hand and went down again to finish the job. I took my time licking and sucking, tasting him on my tongue as he got louder and louder. If we were in an apartment, the neighbor would undoubtedly hear his breathy moans right before he came in my hand.

Edward let out a delighted, "Oh, Bella" when I licked some of the cum from his tip and swallowed it quickly, before letting his head fall back on the pillow with a sigh. I giggled and walked to the bathroom to get a wet towel and water bottles.

Needless to say, after I helped Edward clean up the mess, I was still throbbing with desire. And I guess he figured it out by the way I was rubbing my thighs together unconsciously. Seeing him so naked lying on the bed, with a smile so sweet, wasn't helping.

"Hey," he said when he saw me there, watching him, still hungry for him. "C'mere, beautiful."

He nuzzled my bare breasts softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist before pinning me to the bed underneath him. He wanted to go slow, taking his time with me like I had done with him, but I urged him on, almost desperate for release. It wasn't long before he was hard again and growing harder inside me. His face in that intimate moment was so precious that I damned every single woman who had seen it. Or was that one just for me?

When Edward massaged my clit with his thumb, I came almost instantly, but he kept going at it. He lasted quite long that second time round and made me see stars a second time when we changed position, and a few seconds later he came, too, cursing breathlessly.

I snuggled against the pillows while he cleaned himself up in the bathroom. He came back looking thoroughly fucked, with his crazier-than-normal hair and dopey grin. I was so tired. He took care of me, wiping my inner thighs and whatnot, and pulling up clean panties over my legs. He had put on clean underwear too.

"Can't have you getting a cold," he said, jokingly.

I laughed sleepily. "Yes, no cold for my vag, please."

He covered us with the sheets and spooned me. I was always amazed by how well we fit in every way.

"My Bella, bellísima," he murmured against the back of my neck, his breath making me tingle in the dark. "Thank you… for everything."

I squeezed his arm over my stomach. "Thank you."

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July 5th—Saturday

I woke up very early, and when I saw through the window the beauty of the place we were in, I couldn't resist going outside. I put on some sweatpants and one of Edward's hoodies that was too big for me but super comfy. I had gone to La Push beach in my teenage years to run in the mornings, sometimes alone and sometimes with Jake, but I liked the solitude. Even with Jake, we never talked, just ran along the shore, deep inside our own heads.

That morning, I was feeling the subtle, cool breeze on my face, thinking about Edward, who was constantly in my mind. I imagined us living there, having a peaceful life. I could go for runs every morning without having to drive to the beach, we could have Edward's piano in the living room, in front of the fireplace, facing the windows, those with the greatest views of the sea I had ever seen. It could be so easy to fall for that kind of life with Edward. I realized I wanted it so bad, not because of the big house or the beautiful sights, but because I would have Edward all to myself, and that was all I needed.

I stopped abruptly, suddenly out of breath. I put my hands on my knees and looked toward the horizon, toward the endless span of water, with the house I could only dream of behind me.

And I saw something move in the water, far away from the shore. One second it was there, the next it wasn't. What was that? I stood up and in a minute, it was there again, and I saw it clearly. I gasped.

"Bella!" I heard Edward call from the deck. I turned around and saw him shirtless, wearing sweatpants and the biggest smile on his face. I ran toward him.

"Did you see it?" I asked before hugging him.

He laughed happily. "I did."

I pulled away and looked at him, smiling. "That was a whale, right? An Orca?"

"I think so."

"Oh my God, it was awesome!" I exclaimed. "Can we go see them today?"

"Sure, let's get on a boat," he responded. "I'll book one for later. We can go into town for lunch afterward."

"Yes!"

I felt so happy and so light in that moment and in Edward's arms. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him eagerly. He responded immediately, squeezing me close to his hard body. When he moved his lips down to my neck, I pulled back.

"Wait," I said, putting my hands on his shoulders and feeling his skin, which rendered me momentarily speechless. "I'm sweaty and gross from my run."

"No, you wait." He hugged me again. "I missed you when I woke up."

I caressed his bare back. "Aren't you cold?"

"I'm good," he said to my ear before lightly sucking my earlobe.

"Hmm, yes you are."

We made out again for a few minutes. If he didn't mind kissing me in the state I was in, neither did I.

Edward led me to one of the red seats and knelt before me.

"I like you in my clothes," he said, running his hands inside the hoodie to touch my breasts. "But you look better without them."

In no time, he had me naked and squirming in my seat. I dug my short nails in his shoulders as he kissed down my stomach to where I needed him the most. His tongue was magical. I could imagine the whales watching us and being jealous of me. I'd never had a lover who enjoyed giving pleasure like Edward did. He was slow and gentle at first, and as my orgasm built up, he picked up the pace, ending with a nice flick of his tongue that made me clench around his fingers. I felt like Jell-O after that.

"God, now I'm spent," I said, breathlessly.

He licked his lips, grinning. "Best breakfast ever."

"You're gross," I said, laughing.

"You loved that!" he mocked, pretending to be offended.

"I did." Certainly. I stood up, not without a little help, and pecked Edward's lips. "Now, we need a proper breakfast. I want coffee."

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The rest of the morning was spent relaxing on the beach. I read and talked with Edward, and he brought his iPod so that I could listen to his favorite music. He was an artist; he knew what was good and what wasn't. I loved everything he shared with me.

The shower saw some sexual action, too. Edward said he couldn't tire of me and I felt the same. I mean, I hadn't had that much sex in years, and he was an amazing lover. In fact, the whole weekend was spent doing pretty much nothing… and having sex. It almost felt like the honeymoon I would never have.

In the afternoon, we drove to Spring Street Landing where we met Captain Jenks, owner of one of the smallest boats in the island. He was a kind, middle-aged, balding man who had lived there and driven his 'Soulmate' for the last thirty years. He had a lot of experience in Orca whales and wildlife. As we were sailing into deep water, he told us that he had three published books. I made a mental note to check them out because he seemed like an interesting man. He was very knowledgeable and made us feel welcomed and comfortable. I feared of seasickness, especially in such a small boat, but it all went perfectly smooth.

About half an hour into the trip, Captain Jenks slowed the boat to a moderate velocity, and Edward and I sat closer together expectantly. Jenks had told us that it was uncertain if we would see any Orcas, but I was happy just to be on the water.

However, it wasn't long before two big Orcas breached near the 'Soulmate.' Edward and I shouted excitedly. They were so close we could hear their exhales. I had never seen anything like that. We were so fixated on those two whales that we didn't notice when a few others joined them.

Jenks kept the boat about a hundred yards from the pod of Orcas. In a moment, three of them were breaching almost completely out of the water, as if showing off their strength and beauty. Up close, they were breathtaking and kind of scary at the same time.

The wind was blowing, and I wrapped my jacket tightly around myself as Edward put his arm around my shoulders. He pointed somewhere in the water.

"Look, Bella," he said, smiling.

I looked where he was pointing and gasped. I saw two big fins of Orca whales about to breach and then a much smaller one next to them.

"Oh, my God," I whispered.

"Yeah, you see?" Jenks said, proudly. "They have a little one."

"Amazing," Edward said.

I watched with rapt attention the little fin pop here and there, swimming around with the other whales. They were such majestic creatures; I couldn't take my eyes off them. Edward took pictures and made videos with his cell phone camera.

Captain Jenks extended the trip seeing as how we were having such a blast before we lost the light.

That night, I was in bed and in Edward's arms, still feeling the motions of the boat over the water and being amazed by what we had seen. I would never forget the magical moment of witnessing the purest side of life: wild animals in their natural habitat.

Edward must have sensed I was a bit restless. He squeezed me closer, and I felt his lips behind my neck and his muffled voice saying, "Perfect day." I couldn't think of a better word.

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The 'Soulmate' is a real small boat that Captain Carli owns in the San Juan Islands. There's a cool website explaining what he does and there's also an awesome video of whale-watching. www dot carliwhalewatch dot com I'd love to do that sometime, wouldn't you?

There's even a cooler video from someplace very near the San Juan Islands on youtube youtu dot be / GIrsrRnerHY [REPLACE DOTS]