No excuses. Had exams for the past 3 months. Have the last one tomorrow. Then writing forever and ever. Hopefully will get this story finished before the end of July... Exciting much?
Smut ahoy...
"Doggy style."
There were only a few moments in my life, excluding my birth and my first wank, that were as momentous as those seconds that passed after Bella's confession.
Imagine if you can, the manifestation of all of your fantasies sitting beside you in your favorite car, in your favourite country, as the sun beats down and you're wearing your favourite aviators. Then, imagine that you're having a pretty passionate affair together (the best you've ever had and one that you've only dreamt about in the past. And then woken up distraught and maybe crying). And then, like one of those extremely sweet sticky cherries on top of a motherfucking sundae, you discover that…your favourite sex position is hers too.
Yes, the world stopped for a minute.
But I didn't want to waste any time when we could be fucking so I brought my self back pretty quickly. And anyway, given the choice between fantasy sex and real sex, I know which one I prefer.
Everytime, baby.
"Well, then. That changes the situation."
Bella frowned. "What?"
In my perverted and sexually developed mind I had a dastardly plan forming. I knew from past experience that Roman traffic would not allow me to get Bella back to my flat and naked fast enough for my satisfaction . So I did something naughty. And I turned onto the motorway.
"Where are we going, Edward?" Bella placed her hand on the gearshift and I quickly covered it with mine. "Edward?" She sounded more curious than worried, yet a strange part of me enjoyed the fact that she was absolutely clueless as to our destination.
I'm a bit of a dominatrix, really.
"A special place of mine." I replied and she turned away from me but I could still see her biting her lips in confusion.
It suddenly occurred to me that I had never even spoken to anybody else about this special place of mine, let alone taken anybody. Bella was going to be the first person to see the wonders of my sanctuary.
And that thrilled me.
For something inside of me wanted Bella to see it. Wanted it to be mine and Bella's little secret. I wanted to share with her this part of me, so that in the future it would remind me of her, remind her of me. I didn't want this week of my life to have been imagined (granted, I would never be able to imagine up something as amazing as this), and by sharing parts of me, secret parts, I could somehow cement this relationship in my head and in hers. I wanted to be the best fuck she'd ever had. I wanted her to associate Italy with me, the sun with me.
Because that's what I was going to do with Bella. And if she's going to do that to me, then why shouldn't I do that to her?
We stopped for lunch at a small petrol station on the side of the motorway, where I bought her sandwiches, after arguing forever about who should pay. I had to pay, of course and I did. It was more than just wanting to be macho and in charge, I wanted to be giving her something back for all the amazing memories of that she was giving me. That and the cashier guy was eyeing her up.
I, of course, rose above such jealous activities as moving her to my other side, or possessively wrapping my arm around her waist or kissing her neck or referring to her as 'baby' after every sentence...make that every word.
I did all of them, unfortunately. But Bella didn't seem to mind too much.
In my defense, any sane man would have done that. There's something about Bella that just has you pulling her into your side and wanting to wrap her in a big black sheet so only you know just what sexy secrets lie beneath.
And, oh, what sexy secrets they are. I could mentally list, in images of course, all the different pairs of underwear I'd seen her in, including commando. My favourite...
And driving with a hard-on is not so fun.
True to form, all the Italians on the motorway were speeding away so I easily navigated my way to just outside the city. I lowered all the windows of the car, and Bella promptly stuck her head out, her long hair flapping around the car.
I don't think I'll ever look at a short-haired woman again. Bella's hair was just too damn sexy and feminine long.
As if hearing my appreciative thoughts, she turned to me and smiled. And I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but it was quite difficult. There's nothing better than a Bella distraction.
And what a distraction she is. She looked like a picture, or a portrait one might expect to find in an art gallery or in a magazine. Utterly beautiful. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity...
"Hey, Bella?" I shouted over the sound of the rushing wind, the cicadas and the engine of my car. "Can you grab the camera in the glove compartment for me?"
She nodded, and leaned forward to open the small compartment, taking out the camera and handing it to me.
No, I did not check out that delicious, sumptuous, sexy, naked, soft sliver of skin above her ass.
Whatever.
The need to have just one photo of Bella was overriding my need to drive safely, and as I kept one hand glued to the wheel I twisted the other with the camera. Deftly, I turned it on and snapped.
"What are you doing?" Bella was smiling at me, laughing curiously.
I didn't dare see if the picture had turned out all right, so I just continued to snap more photos.
"I want a picture of you. To keep forever." And it was true. The idea of forever having her face on my camera made happy and proud. Because not every guy has such a beautiful woman on his camera, or in his car.
For proof, too. Like Emmett was ever going to believe this all happened without proof. And I wanted to be able to prove it to him because this was the epitomy of my life, I could feel it. And if anyone, especially Emmett tried to convince me that this never happened, it would break my heart.
It was one of those moments, like every moment I spent with Bella, that I felt so satisfied. Just content. The beauty and stillness I felt inside my brain, my mind, my heart was uncomparable. It was so filmic, so perfect.
Just like Bella.
And then that small needling thought came into my head.
If you stayed with Bella for the rest of your life, this is what it would be like.
Thoughts like that are so very dangerous.
Especially while driving.
When we reached a small crossing of roads, she snatched the camera out of my hands. My concentration was elsewhere and it was a while before I noticed my hand just limply hanging in the air. I returned it swiftly to the gearstick, hoping she hadn't noticed.
If there's anything worse than your girl accusing you of being gay, well then, tell me.
As we arrived, I slowed down. The turn in the road was very sharp, and too often had I missed the wall by centimetres. Not this time, though. Every fibre of my being seemed set on doing everything perfectly for Bella. I wanted more than everything to impress her.
And that was half the reason for bringing her here.
So she would be impressed.
The grandest of gestures you could say.
"Ooh, big iron gates….I like. Where exactly are we?"
I turned to her, only to find the camera in my face. It flashed. Unneccesary, much. I reached out and lowered her hand gently to her lap. She smiled curiously at me, and I wanted to fall into her wide deep eyes and fuck her all night long.
Not long now, Edward.
"Somewhere very beautiful. It's one of my favourite places on the planet". Did it matter that I hadn't seen the entire planet? No way. All you ever needed to see was this place. That was enough for a mortal like me.
"If its one of your favorites then I'm sure I'll like it". She replied sweetly and I got distracted by her lips. Again. Is it terrible of me to want to push a girl up against a wall and pound the living daylights out of her for saying something sweet to me that wasn't even remotely sexual?
Once I remembered to, I got out of the car and, after spending a while searching through my wallet (lust-struck you could say- getting out of the car with a hard-on is interesting), found the lone key. I waved it triumphantly in front of Bella and I heard her beautiful laugh ring out of the car window. Pushing open the thick gates, I could hear Bella gasp.
Because even I couldn't deny the beauty I had created in this plot of land.
Not me personally, but some workers and gardeners I had employed. This place had been a dream of my grandmothers and I made it for her. In her memory. Not even my mother knew that. This was my oasis of joy and beauty. All secret.
There was nowhere else better to come and pretend that you didn't exist.
The whole plot of land was circular, with a small river running through the center. Around the periphery were Roman ruins (destroyed by Nero, my inner nerd claimed) and trees and roses and other nice flowers I couldn't name.
My favourite part, though?
The meadow.
The huge circular meadow filled with tall grasses, wild flowers. Total, untouched beauty.
Bella was out of the car in a flash, running through the tunnel of trees. I had barely parked it and she was gone, running across the meadow. I grabbed the camera off the seat and followed her.
It was then, at that moment that I knew I loved her.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel creeped out or shocked or upset. I had never thought it would just come to me, I thought it would grow from being comfortable with someone. Like a sink slowly filling with water, I would have been able to feel it inside, I could've tracked its progress.
No.
The only thing I felt, apart from overwhelming devotion, was stupidity.
I felt stupid for not acknowledging it sooner, for not recognising it. You don't take people to your private sanctuaries when you don't trust them enough, don't love them enough. It takes more that just friendship to share yourself with someone. It takes love.
The thing that we're trained from such a young age to understand and look forward to. Contrary to women's beliefs, men are the more romantic, and I know that now. We're the ones who live with a false sense of the word all of her lives, we're the ones who get shocked by it. Everyman knows he'll find a woman he loves, Miss Right, and will then settle down and have a family. That's the way we know it will work out. Fine. Nothing spectacular, no fireworks. No declarations, no huge romantic gestures. No unrequited love.
Love.
Now that that word was an important part of my vocabulary, I realised it was the perfect word to describe Bella Swan. So beautiful, so pure. I wanted nothing more than too gather her into my arms and just revel in my overwhelming emotions. This overwhelming joy.
These last few days, being with Bella had changed me so much. And I never wanted to go back, I never wanted to be lonely guy I used to be. It didn't matter that I had never been actually physically alone. Now, every moment away from her I felt like I was missing the hot female part of me.
I needed her. In my life, in my bed. It didn't matter where. She had to be somewhere, there had to be a place for her.
I was being stupid of course. Again. She fit everywhere, in any part of my life. Any facet of my existance was able to accommodate Bella in all her beauty and wonder. When would I ever not let her in? Not want to share with her my thoughts, my feelings?
But would she want to share my feelings? I watched her twisting and turning in the light. The sun reflected off her bangles, her hair. She seemed to glow and to shine.
Just perfect.
She stopped, and laughed. That was her beauty, beauty in her joy.
God, I'm talking like a poem.
"Edward! What are you doing there? Come and play with me"
Who would say no to that?
I bounded over to her, laughing. Because that's all I could do around her. I was incapacitated, reduced to a laughing vegetable around her. I was so in love.
The acknowledgement of my love mentally added a whole new dimension to my actions. I wanted everything to be perfect these next few days. I wanted to be able to preserve every moment in a perfect coccoon of love and joy.
And she was letting me.
Didn't she realise that I'd play this scene again and again in my head in my sleep? That I'd draw upon it in desperate moments in my life or just whenever I felt like it. It didn't seem likely. What I was feeling was only on my half, of that I was certain. There was no sane method of contemplating Bella returning my love- not unless I wanted to torture myself for no reason. And anyway, I may have been duly hasty in giving away my heart, but that didn't mean Bella would be.
Unfortunately.
For I would never live another waking moment without reenacting how she jumped into my arms and kissed my face all over, while rubbing her hands through my hair.
"I love you, I love you, I love you."
She says over and over in my head. But reality was all too different.
"Edward" She laughed, as I scooped her up into my arms and swung her about. "What were you doing over there?"
"Thinking". I replied. Oh! How lovely it would be if our lives played out like a fairytale.
"About what?" She grinned, resting her forehead against mine. I tightened my grip around her waist. I wanted to hold her forever.
"About how much I want to kiss you." I smiled and tilted my chin up. But she moved her mouth away. I could barely see her face in the sunlight, only the outline of her hair.
"How much?" She whispered closing the gap and kissing me, not even waiting for the answer. I kissed her back with more force, rotating us around in my joy.
Everytime this girl touched me, everytime she kissed me, I almost forget everything I know. My brain just empties, and all I can think about is Bella and me. Me and Bella. Us. Kissing.
She licked my lips, before drawing back. Leaving some for later, good idea.
But how much later? Because we don't have to wait THAT long...
"A lot."
Her brow crinkled in the most adorable way. "A lot, what?"
"I think about kissing you a lot."
"Really?"
"Really." I confirmed. She broke out into the brightest smile ever. I was almost blinded. But not quite. Just quite dazzled.
Then she leaned forward, and smiled mischievously. Her naughty, feisty side was definitely one of my favorites.
"Me too." She replied before kissing me hard on the mouth.
Oh God.
Don't get an erection.
Don't get an erection.
But I had to know more, I'm a stickler for arousal. "And…um…do you think about me a lot?", I asked, still trying to maintain some sort of kissing action on her lips. It was difficult, but I wasn't quite ready to let go yet.
"Oh, yes. Especially when I'm in the shower. Sometimes…."
She may not have said that, though. I can't quite remember. My imagination is wild.
"Oh, Bella." And I kissed her again, slowly and softly, while rubbing her soft back with my fingertips.
"Sometimes…"I kissed her again. "Sometimes…" And again.
"Edward! Let me speak!" She drew back smiling.
"Sorry". But I wasn't sorry at all. And she knew that. If I could live forever, I know what I'd be doing.
I'd spend my life with Bella, around her. If she was mortal, I'd just spend all of my time following her around, watching her. I didn't need anything else from her. Every else I had from her, I was lucky to get. So very, very lucky.
And I wasn't going to forget that.
"What were you going to say?" I questioned, taking her hand in mine and beginning to lead her in a gentle sway.
"I can't really remember, to be honest.". Smiling, she continued, "you know how to dance?"
"Of course. I'm a proper gentleman." I laughed at her sceptical expression. There was nothing remotely gentlemanly about the way I fucked her in the alleyway. THANK YOU GOD. "No, my mum taught me."
"Tell your mum I love her." She sighed, leaning her head against me.
My heart sped up a trillion times. She mentioned family.
Oh, baby.
There was nothing more satisfying for a guy, than thinking you'd found the perfect girl that you knew your mother would love.
And dear god, I would never find another.
There seemed to be a definite change in the air, as Bella shifted her arms around my neck.
"I'm interested to know," She said, licking her lips in a very suggestive manner, "if you've ever done it in a meadow?"
There was something about her tone that was casual, yet very curious. And then of course, there was the pure sex that was oozing out between her plump lips.
No, I have never done it in a meadow. All of my past girlfriends sucked and I've never had sex with a man. I've been an unadventurous-missionary-kinda-guy-once-i-had-doggy-style-and-it-rocked-my-world, but thank you for widening my sexual potential. In fact, I'm so grateful, I'm going to help you widen yours, too….
I had to come back with an equally sexual method of saying no. My mind was having a hard time keeping up with the sex that was Bella.
"No, today is my first time". I matched my statement with a hot, fiery kiss on her mouth, spreading her lips eagerly with my tongue, and running my hands up the back of her legs to her ass cheek, revelling in her soft, smooth skin. She grabbed the front of my shirt in her fists, crushing her hips into mine, until I could feel every curve of her body pressed up against mine.
I savagely grasped each of her ass cheeks in my hands, squeezing them firmly. She moaned into my mouth, biting down on my lip hard, making my hips buckle into hers.
"Edward," She moaned, reaching in between our hot bodies to undo my buttons. I felt her hands fiddling with the zip and rubbing against me. We were going too slowly.
I broke our kiss, leaving Bella with her mouth hanging slightly open, wet and pink. She smiled up at me just as my pants dropped to the floor, and I couldn't help myself but grab the front of dress.
"Off now." I commanded. I wanted nothing more than to just wish the dress away. It was pointless and annoying, and totally in the way. But more than that, I wanted to be in charge. Properly in charge. Properly have my way with her.
If I couldn't make love to her like the way my soppy mind wanted to, well then I would fuck her senseless.
As she lifted the dress over her head, I ripped off my shirt and boxers and kicked off my shoes. If she was going to be naked, then I wouldn't waste any time being clothed.
She threw the dress over her shoulders and I attacked her, barely giving her time to turn her head. She threw her arms up in the air around my neck, grabbing my hair roughly. I reciprocated her eagerness by pulling at her bra. A faint tear sound entered my mind, but who notices those kinds of things when engaging in illicit sexual activities with a hot woman?
She pulled back, panting heavily, her breasts bouncing slightly. I reached up and took one in my hand while grabbing her waist. "Where do you want me Edward?" She moaned into my neck, before biting slightly. I was vaguely aware of my eyes closing and my head rolling back.
"Get down on your knees." I replied once I was in control of myself. She looked at me coyly from under her lashes, before dropping to her knees. I followed suit, feeling her breasts as they went, enjoying their round shape and firm texture. They were perfect in every sense.
She swivelled out of my reach though, leaning down and sticking her ass up. "Is here alright?" She asked, turning her head and biting her lip in that super sexual manner.
I was, however, completely mesmerized by her ass I don't think I responded.
Instead, I ran both of my hands up on over the curve of her bottom, enjoying the warm smoothness presented to me. Her back arched downwards, the curve of her waist eccentuated by her stance. My cock twitched as Bella shook it slightly, teasing me. As she always does with perfect results. That girl gets anything she wants from me. Without thinking, I reached out and spanked her ass.
Just a little.
She gasped.
I had no idea where it came from, so to distract Bella quickly from my S&M slip-up, I slid my cock into her, shutting my eyes and letting the feelings overcome me.
And nothing felt better than being buried in Bella's pussy.
I latched my hands onto her hips, gripping hard before pumping myself inside of her. I watched as her head rolled downwards, and every time I hit her spot she would moan, pushing her ass back on me, with the most incredible erotic friction as my balls slapped against her.
Unable to take the building pressure as she milked me, I leaned forward over her back, bracing my hands on either side of hers. She was so tight and warm and we fight perfectly, everything hitting the right spots, everything feeling amazing.
"Edward, faster". She moaned, and I reached down to rub her clit between my fingers as I took the invitation to completely hammer her pussy. I'd never been this rough before, and I even took the liberty to roll her clit over my fingernail, pressing it hard and tracing hard circles around it. There was nothing soft about what we were doing, it was fast, animalistic and rough.
And we were loving it. Moaning in her ears, I laid my head against her shoulder, feeling the damp sweat that covered our bodies. I chanced a lick across her shoulder blade, she was salty and warm, before biting down hard on her shoulder.
"Ugh," Bella moaned, freezing underneath me, clenching down on my dick. That was enough to just let the building tension that had been growing with every thrust explode out of me. I made a similar moaning sound before collapsing on top of her as the last waves of ecstasy rode me out.
I felt slightly bad for not moving off Bella ( I do weigh a lot) but I was completely out of it, and had I wanted to move myself I don't think my body parts would have listened to me. I did, however, enjoy the feeling of growing limp inside Bella perhaps a little too much.
But I was exhausted. Physically and mentally. Too much thinking and too much sex were driving me to sleep. Bella wriggled underneath me, twisting and pushing her arm against my chest. Like she was ever going to shift me…
"Edward, move!" She pushed, long and hard, but I wasn't shifting. I only smiled and pulled her closer under me. "You're squishing me 'cos you're so fat and heavy."
I relented, rolling us over so she was sitting on me, straddling my stomach. Almost where I want her…. "Hey! What did you call me?"
She smiled innocently, "Handsome and Rugged?"
"Yeah. That's right." I confirmed, before stroking her waist with my fingertips. I'd probably have enough energy for a really gentle, tender round…
"No way, mister!" Bella cried, standing up as quick as lightning. "We are not having sex here again! It's way too itchy!"
What she didn't realise was that by standing up, although removing herself from the vicinity of my penis, she was in fact standing at a perfect angle for me to see everything. I'm not complaining though. Just saying.
"Come on Bella! I'll even let you go on top…" I rolled onto my side as she picked up her dress and pulled it on.
"Oh no, don't sacrifice yourself for my sake. If you don't like me on top then I won't go on top."
"Wait! That's not what I was saying at all-"
"What were you saying then, Edward? Hey, where's my bra gone?"
I searched around with my eyes, before getting up and stretching, "No idea. Where did you put it?"
"Well, I didn't put it anywhere. I -"
"Oh, yes. You threw it somewhere. I remember now". I laughed as Bella turned very pink very fast. I threw her a winning smile. "Don't worry, I loved it." She smiled back, before running her hand through her hair.
"Oh shit. Now my hair's a mess, too. I have no bra, no pants and messy hair. This couldn't get worse."
"But you have me," I reminded, "And a car."
"Yes, I do have you". She said very slowly and carefully and I could tell that there was something else lurking behind the words, something that scared me slightly and unnerved me. "But don't jinx the car. For all we know, it might not work anymore."
"Silly Bella, I have regular checkups on my car," I told her as I slipped on my boxers and pants, after the t-shirt. "And about the other stuff, well frankly, I don't mind that you're not wearing a bra…or panties…or that your hair looks like you've just had some wild sex. Those things….they don't matter to me. Not one bit".
For a moment I was scared that I was being too intense, but she was watching me with a quiet, thoughtful expression from where she was standing, a few feet before me.
"You're right. They don't matter. I've got you." And the sincerity in her voice was heart-breaking, truly heart-breaking. If only she knew how much those words meant to me, how often I dreamt about those words, how often I could imagine them coming from her lips.
Things would be different.
I held out my hand, offering it to her. She smiled and slipped her small one in beside mine. And they fit perfectly, as always.
"Where are we staying?"
"Well, we could drive back to Rome, but I thought we could stay in my house here."
I shut my eyes waiting for her reply.
I knew, she'd probably want to go back. I don't know many girls who liked camping it out with no makeup or clean clothes for morning. So I prepared my self for returning.
"Let's stay here, then" She turned her head around, obviously searching for it.
"You won't find it like that, love. Here, get up." I laughed, before offering her a piggyback.
She climbed on, and I trudged off. The light was departing form the sky and shadows were creeping across the grass.
Bella leaned her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Can I ask you something?" She whispered into my ear.
"Sure," I said somewhat hesitantly.
"Do you own this place?"
"Yes". I had hoped that we wouldn't really come onto this conversation as it wasn't the happiest, and I wanted every minute with Bella to be happy and love-filled.
"No offense. But why? It's just…not many guys our age have gardens-" She sighed.
Sexy.
"Or know how to ballroom dance!" I added, causing her laugh breathlessly, though I was the one walking. It fanned across the most sensitive part of my neck and I felt my feet falter for a moment.
"Or know how to ball room dance, yes."
"A few years ago, my grandmother died." I mentioned quietly, but she still heard.
"Oh! Edward!" She said guiltily, and I felt slightly bad for saying it like that. But there was no other way to say it, not without sounding like a attention seeking twat.
"She left me some money, and one year I was driving around when I saw this place was for sale. I decided to buy it and improve it. And now it's a sort of a memorial for her, something to remember her by".
There was a long pause, and I hoped I hadn't scared her off by being too emotional or too attached to the women in my family. I was, unfortunately, a mummy's boy, and I knew form past experience that that can be misinterpreted for homosexuality, commitment issues, immaturity and financial difficulties. I was none of those, though, especially commitment issues. I knew I'd commit myself to Bella in a heartbeat.
"I bet you were the perfect grandson". She said finally and I could feel her small smile against my neck. I was glad that we hadn't taken a turn into a depressing conversation.
"Yup. I was", I admitted confidently. And we both laughed. And nothing in the whole world sounded more beautiful than that.
The next day, it was early afternoon by the time I even stirred. My body was sprawled across the entire bed, my limbs flung out in a star shape. I couldn't ever remember waking up with Bella not in my arms and the feeling was strange- one of emptiness.
I rolled over and held her tighly, as a child might hold a teddybear. My comfort. She sighed and I nuzzled my face into her neck.
If only she could feel just half of what I was feeling, the world would be a fair and kind place. Even just half of what I felt was enough for an everlasting harmonious relationship. But I was the only one who realised that.
Although, that annoying side of my brain was determined to make an argument out of my feelings and all I could see was Bella crying yesterday at the Colisseum. It had been so sudden, I remembered being shocked by it.
At first I thought that it was my amazing skills at licking out, what else was I supposed to think? But now that my memory had the benefit on hindsight, I could see that there had been something very perculiar about the way she had covered up, making it seem like a question, an excuse.
Why hadn't I been thinking about this earlier?
Because she distracted me in the car.
I smiled involuntarily into her neck as I remembered what a beautiful ending to yesterday's question we'd had.
Truly spectacular.
Bella stirred, and her breasts pressed against my chest. Not that I was watching them or anything. Her rythmic breathing made them rise and fall, and the way they fell against my chest was beautiful to behold and wonderful to feel. Every inhale made her nipples stroke my chest, and I had to concentrate hard on not touching them. That would be weird to wake up too.
"Hmmm…Edward." She breathed into my hair.
"Yes, love." I said as I trailed my hand up her arm.
Avoid the breasts. Avoid the breasts.
"What are you staring at?" She asked, a small trace of humour in her voice.
I jerked my head away, but it was too late.
"Nothing".
"Whatever." She sat up. Hellllllllllo. "I slept really well last night." And she stretched her arms above her head.
"It's the countryside effect. Everythings so peaceful. I often come here just for evenings".
She eyed me up critically, while running her hand along the sheets. Then she smiled a heart-stopping smile. "So tell me Edwad…just how many women have you brought here. You can be honest."
And I wanted to be honest, I really did. But I didn't know what to do, because the answer was rather telling about how special I saw her-
"Come on, Edward." She was still smiling. Does she not care about us?
"None." I replied back honestly.
"Oh." She sat there, with her eyebrows raised and a small frown while her mouth pouted in a very endearing way.
"What's that for?" I placed my hand on her shoulder and shook slightly. Her head rolled then she smiled brightly again.
She had been thinking. Shit.
"So it's only me?"
Yes, only you, forever and ever.
Shall I do my vows now?
"Yes." That was quite a conservative answer considering what I could have given her.
"So…it'll be our secret?" I watched as she sat forward, placing one of her hands on my cheek, letting me lean into her warm touch.
"Our secret," I vowed, mesmerized by her incoming lips and wondering if I had the same effect on her as she did me.
"And you'll never tell anyone?" Her lips were basically on mine, and as she talked I could feel them moving.
"Never." I almost cried before taking her lips into mine. Her hand continued to softly stroke my cheek, and my unshaved face.
"I'm sorry," I said, breaking away and removing her hand, holding it within mine.
"What for?"
"My…uh…" I reached up and rubbed my chin to find it was even stubblier than I had thought. Shit. That couldn't be nice to kiss. "Beard…thing."
"Your stubble?" She said bluntly.
"Yes".
"I don't care" And she grabbed my face kissing me again with a new urgency. " I think it's kind of..sexy".
"Sexy?"
"Hmmm, very sexy".
Well I'm glad she didn't hate it but I failed to see how the rough texture of my face could win bonus points.
"Really?"
She nodded, smiling widely.
"Why are you so surprised? You're a very sexy man!" She threw her hands over her mouth with wide eyes.
"I'm a sexy man." I stated, putting on my best cocky attitude and slightly ashamed that I didn't have to try very hard.
"Shut up." She'd gone bright red and was atempting to hide under a sheet. I felt forgiving so I pulled the sheet away and changed the subject though it woud take a while to wipe my smile off my face.
"Tell me a secret from your childhood." I asked. It seemed only fair that she confess one seeing as I showed my deepest, most secret one. Plus, there seemed nothing painful about finding out more about this amazing woman.
"Well, when I was about 17, I told everyone that I'd lost my virginity but I actually didn't lose it till I was 19. I felt like a fake so years. No one knows even now." She confessed, blushing again before adding, "I guess I was a bit late starting but… I made up for it".
"You're lucky. I had sex for the first time when I was 16, so by the time I was a proper adult I'd lost interest in it. I thought that everyone was a bit weird for going on and on about it because it never seemed that great for me."
"Wow, I never thought that I'd hear a guy confess that he found sex uninteresting!"
"Hey, I didn't say that! I'm simply saying that with the wrong women…it can be frustrating-"
"What do you mean? It's just teenage sex. Simple in and out procedure and strictly missionary."
"Some women have absolutely no idea about what is arousing. You know once one woman almost BIT MY PENIS OFF! Actually almost BIT IT OFF."
"I did hear once that teeth were meant to be…nice down there. Obviously she took it to the max." Bella said, barely able to keep the giggles in.
"See? Who is this retarted guy that spread rumours like those? They're just painful."
"I think it's women, actually. Spiteful, angry, jealous women who want to break up other people's relationships. Women with no lives." She spoke with such conviction and bitterness, I was immediately intrigued. There was so much about her that was a mystery to me, and I couldn't wait to find out.
"What do you know about spiteful actions to break up relationships?" I asked, running my hand down her thigh.
"Nothing. Maybe. Something."
"Do tell."
"I once...no, this is horrible, you'll think I'm such a bitch".
"If you tell me then I'll tell you." Granted, I didn't have an evil genius story to tell but she didn't know that yet.
"When I was in uni, I got my best friend, Jacob to...pose naked on a friend's bed for when her boyfriend came in. She was being so irritating at that time and I decided to break them up."
"Did it work?"
"Oh, yeah. Jacob can be very...provocative when he wants. You know, the leather jacket and the glasses and the chiselled-ness. Quite intimidating."
I smiled, she thought she was so cruel but that...that was child's play compared to what I watched Emmett do all his life. He was the king of pranks and deviation. In all its forms.
"You should know that you're not nearly as naughty as you think you are. In fact, you're quite good".
She laughed, "I'm glad to hear it. I've never really been mean-spirited or into the whole bad-girl thing. I'm a bit of a goody-goody really". She smiled ruefully, as if she wished she weren't.
"Me too." I whispered. "Actually, I lie. Sometimes, I'm real bad".
She laughed at my fake gangster accent or my attempt at one, anyway. The sun was streaming through the window, lighting up the flying dust around the room. I picked up my watch from the bed side table and glanced at the time.
"Five past one". I began to get out of bed.
"That late? Wow."
"We should roll. I got stuff to do today."
"Stuff?" If I hadn't been so involved with getting my watch on my wrist, I would have attacked Bella's naked form right then as she stood in front of me.
"Yeah. Fucking Italian embassy party tonight, as well as a truly delightful passport renewal. I tell you these Italians.....they're crazy".
"Well, the party sounds fun." Her voice was muffled as she pulled her dress on and I mentally said goodbye to her breasts. And her ass.
"Ugh. Not really. I'm always alone- Hey, you wanna come with me? I can't promise it'll be fun or anything but there's free food."
The idea was becoming more appealing by the second. I had never had the option of bringina guest before.
She thought about it for a moment before replying in a quiet voice, "I don't have dress though".
"That's fine. I'll buy you one". Like I was going to resist giving her another token of my affection to remember me by.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Silly Bella. I'm going to buy you a dress whether or not you let me. I'll even shove it through the post box if I have to".
"Oh." Her face was torn between just letting me, and her stubborn streak that was obviously telling her not to let me. The expression on her face was just so beautiful I strode over and kissed passionately.
"Please."
I needed to desparately. Just like I had needed to show her my sanctuary, I needed to buy her a gift. It was for my mental stability, wasn't that a worthy cause? But then again, she probably didn't care as much as I did.
"Okay". But her voice wasn't completelyresigned and even I could tell that there was slight excitement lurking. "But I have to pick it".
"From a selection that I've picked". And I was going to pick expensive ones...
She huffed in my arms but I didn't let go. "Whatever".
I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen a woman sulk after being offered a party dress. And although the action slightly upset me (I didn't like being refused) there was something very modest and genuine about it, something very appealing.
And she sulked for ages! Far from being irritated by her moodswing, I was enjoying her little pout and her cute forwn, and the way her arms crossed over her bra-less breasts. Her wrath was so very cute, like an angry kitten and I was having a difficult time controlling my mirth. But I think she knew that, and was sulking about that too.
But seriously? She was so goddamn beautiful, it's too difficult to be angry with her. Though that may be a terrible prejudice, it seemed fair that any sensible man would find it difficult to get angry, or even slightly irritated with the woman of his dreams.
And that's what she was.
I had taken a slight detour through Rome so that we'd end up in the shopping district rather than the flat. I wanted to get everything done now before tonight.
The prospect of taking a beautiful date to this embassy date thrilled me because every year previous I had gone alone and left alone. Every year I had pretended to ignore all of Italian stallions that seemed to waft through, gathering the women up with them and taking them away from me. Where's my eye candy for the rest of the rest gone, eh?
Ofcourse, I could beat any one of those motherfuckers with their night creams and their manicures in a fight, hands down. Except the rugby players. Not them.
I was brought out of my thoughts by Bella.
"Edward, I'm being serious. I mean it. I'm not letting you buy me dress from Dolce & Gabbana". She hissed, while holding onto my arm.
"You know, that's the first thing you've said in hours and it's horribly negative. Keep your mouth shut unless you're going to say something nice, Bella". I said, smiling and loving the daggers she was shooting me.
This was way too enjoyable.
And so, I led her in.
And dragged her out.
There was no way I was going near that amount of leopard print. No fucking way.
"You're very lucky. No Dolce & Gabbana today."
I spotted a Chanel from accross the street and with a sigh rushed through the traffic. I remembered vaguely my mother wearing Chanel, something about it being 'perfectly understated'. Understated sounded more Bella than overtly sexy leopard print. If I was going to get her to be cooperative, I had better not push it too much.
"Chanel? You've got to be fucking kidding me." She stopped my hand, pulling me back.
I took the liberty of ignoring and pulling her through the shop door. She stood very close beside me and started hissing furiously into my ear.
"Now you've done it, Edward. I am so mad."
I just smiled innocently.
"You've dragged me into Chanel. CHANEL. And I'm not wearing any underwear. You are an asshole".
The reminder of her lack of underwear only got me more excited about seeing her in something short and see-through. Just to be able to taste her again...
"What about this one?" I said, pointing at the dress on the mannequin. It was quite sexy, not too much though. There was something very odd about seeing through a dress only to find a mannequin's nipple-less breast.
"Whatever. It'll look shit on me. She's like three sizes smaller than me."
"That's not true".
"Shut up, Edward".
I smiled because she was smiling now. A big, proper one. One that lit up her face.
"Oh, you're having fun! Aren't you?"
"No." She replied, immediately sobering her face but it was too late. I had seen her smiling.
"Yes. You're having fun, you're having fun-" My sing-song voice was interrupted by the saleswoman asking if we needed asistance. I plolitely replied that Bella would love to try on the dress on the mannequiun.
There were some benefits to speaking a foreign language. And I didn't think Bella was averse to it either. She stood there holding my hand and just looking at me, her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide.
"Are you okay?" Fucking hell. She was turned on by my linguistical skills.
"When you speak like that…it makes me want to lick you". She replied, not even bothering to keep her voice down. She was very good, evil, but very good. I had to pull her close to keep my erection vaguely hidden.
"Bitch". I whispered in her ear.
"You deserve it for destroying my underwear". She mumbled against my chest.
A thought came to me.
"Actually, I still have your panties if you want them. They're in my pocket. Here," I reached my hand into the pocket of my jacket and removed the shreds of lace that I had ripped from her in the Colisseum only yesterday (that seemed like ages ago). I dangled them particularly obviously in front of her. Anybody watching could have guessed they were pants.
She gave a little yelp and grabbed them out of my hand like lightning.
"Edward, take them back." Her hands kept trying to shove them back in my pocket. "Take them! I have no where to put them!" Her face was panicked and bright red, and as she attempted to reach my pockets she brushed against me.
I hissed.
"Fucking take the underwear, Edward!" She exclaimed. And I did because the woman was coming back with the box.
"Lei vuole provarla su?"
"No, la prendiamo subito, grazie".
"Edward."
"Va bene. Paga con carta di credita?"
"Edward."
"Si, grazie".
"Pronto". As I was sliding in my credit card into the machine, Bella grabbed my arm.
"Are you really sure? Think about this seriously. Just for a second".
I paused and thought about it seriously.
Seriously, I couldn't really back out of buying it now. Not with my card already in the machine and the saleswoman looking all excited.
Seriously, I had promised to get her a dress and I was a man of my word. If I made a promise I kept it. Especially when it was a promise I wanted to fufill.
Seriously, when would I ever regret this? Even if I didn't spend the rest of my life with Bella, just knowing that everytime she wore this dress, she'd think of me was enough. I had to buy her the dress.