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I made my way into the kitchen, and smiled at what was before me. Edward loved cooking. You could tell by the cool little kitchen gadgets all over. There were expensive pans hanging above the island in the middle of the room. The island had a neat little grill installed into the granite countertop. I wanted to cook in this kitchen. It was awesome. The appliances were the newest hi tech kind, and the setup was perfect.
Speaking of perfect, a half naked man was cooking. He was facing away from me; his back was bare, and tanned. His boxers peaked from beneath his loose fitting jeans, and he was moving his hips just a little to the beat of a song he was humming. I couldn't make out the song, but whatever it was, I liked it. His skin shoulders were wide, and each time he moved, his muscles rippled. Back muscles? I stifled a giggle as I thought about where my thoughts were. Edward was standing over his range top, reaching for eggs, and cracking them one by one into a hot skillet. Sausage sizzled away in a pan on a back burner, and the spicy scent wafted its way across the kitchen to my nose. I inhaled deeply, my stomach rumbling as my brain informed it of its emptiness.
I walked slowly over behind the master chef, and put my arms around his waist and rested them above his bellybutton. He put his hands on mine and I laid my head onto his back. He was warm.
"How did you sleep?" He asked, and stirred the eggs with a fork. He added salt and pepper, and turned to face me. He kissed my forehead, and studied my lip for a moment.
"I slept like a log actually." I replied, and took his hand in mine, pulling it away from my mouth.
"Good, "He said, "You needed it." I nodded, and smiled. I looked into his big green eyes, and my heart warmed at the love I saw there. He really cared for me. It poured from him, in waves. It felt wonderful to know that I mattered that much to him.
"I know what else I need…" I said, unable to look into his eyes. He licked his lips, and cleared his throat.
"Um, what would that be?" he said in a throaty voice. I smiled to myself, and looked up into his eyes. I stretched up onto my toes, and threw my arms around his neck. I licked my top lip, and pressed myself against him. He sighed, and pulled my hands from his shoulders, and kissed my wrists, one after the other. "You know I want to kiss you Bella. But you have stitches, and I don't like hospitals. I'm not taking you back to get sewed up again." I sighed, and groaned a little, as I lowered myself back onto my heels.
"Are you aware that people can spontaneously combust if enough sexual tension stays bottled up?" I asked, with a smirk. I knew I was fighting a losing battle; I'd been trying to get him to play for two days now. It wasn't fair. I had been without intimacy for months, a year to be more precise. He had been a fantasy man for me for so long; I had never expected anything out of him. He turned my world upside down when he revealed his feelings in my kitchen. He made me think of him, and only him for a full week before he kissed me blind in the elevator. He made my stomach tie itself in knots when he touched me in my living room. He showed me sensitivity and love when he showered with me. And when we finally made love, Edward had awakened the fiery phoenix that lay dormant inside me. After Jasper allowed my flame to fizzle out to nothing, and I was empty and cold, soot and ashes that had been swept beneath the rug, unimportant and undesirable. Edward jolted that spark back in me and he should have known not to mess with fire if he couldn't handle the consequences. My desire was burning strong and I craved the gentle stoking that only Edward provided.
I stepped back, and turned away from him. "Bella," He started. I held up an outstretched index finger, and silenced him with the gesture. I turned my head to the side, and glanced at him over my shoulder. I smirked at him, a sexy little grin, and the best my lip would allow. I reached up, and pulled my long brown hair to the side of my face, and over my opposite shoulder, causing my shirt to rise, and show off the small of my back. I smiled to myself as a plan formed in my head. I stifled a giggle as Edward's breath caught in his thick chest. "Bella, I know you want…" He began again, and I glared at him. He hushed, thankfully, because if he had kept talking I was sure I wouldn't be able to continue. I quickly untied the drawstring on my pants, and watched them as they fell silently to the floor.
Edward didn't make a sound. I needlessly adjusted my panties, so a little of my bottom peaked from underneath the flirty material. I stepped out of the pants, and took another step away from him. I was now at the opposite side of the room from him. I took a deep breath, and silently cheered myself on to the next move, and silently prayed he wouldn't stop me and make me look like a fool. I crossed my arms over my stomach, and reached for the bottom of the thin little top that ended just above my bellybutton. I exhaled, and lifted the material, and began pulling it slowly over my head. As it cleared my now naked breasts, and my head, I pulled a little harder to get it over my hair. Just as I had completely freed myself, but not yet lowered my arms, two thick, warm, strong hands cupped my breasts.
My nipples instantly hardened at the feel of his rough fingertips. He held me tightly against him, and I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck. The tiny hairs on my neck and shoulders stood on end as the electric current he emitted pulsed through his body into my own. I laid my head back onto his chest, and closed my eyes. I dropped the shirt to the floor, and smiled as I felt his stubbly chin against my temple. He pressed himself against my back, and I felt the effect of my little show prod at my bottom.
"Bella, we really don't need to do this right now." He said breathlessly. His stubble chafed my cheek as he kissed his way down my face, and around to the back of my ear. I shivered as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth and gently bit. He licked and kissed his way down the back of my neck, which successfully sent chills down my spine and into my sex. I moaned a bit when he released one of my swollen breasts, and trailed his fingers down my belly. He stopped them at my pelvis, and lay his hand flat against me for what seemed like an eternity. I gripped his hand in my own and shoved them into my panties. My eyes rolled back into my head as he explored me with his long thick fingers. He rubbed me in all the right spots, with his hand and with my own. The feel of him, guiding my fingers, sent all reasoning out the window, and I cried out as he guided my and his index fingers inside of me. "Damn it Bella, I don't want to stop." He whispered roughly, and nipped the sensitive skin just above my collarbone.
"Oh Edward, don't." I replied and turned to face him. He picked me up, and walked me to the island in the middle of the kitchen. He sat me atop the cold granite counter, and I yelped as the cool stone met the backs of my thighs and exposed cheeks. He smiled, and kissed my lip cautiously. I winced just a bit, but he caught it before I could hide the pain. He furrowed his brow, and cursed Jasper under his breath. "Sshh. Don't ruin this, don't talk about him." I whispered, and fisted my hands in his hair. He kissed and licked my collarbones, and throat, until I was so ready for him; I thought I might truly combust.
He growled deep in his throat when I clawed at my panties. He snatched them off of me, and pulled my naked body to the edge of the countertop. I ground my center into him, my body begging for his. He made quick work of his pants, and they slid to his ankles. We shared a laugh as he gracelessly fumbled his way out of them. He kicked them across the floor, and pulled me down onto his throbbing sex. I moaned as he slid himself inside, filling me. We tumbled to the floor, and laughed the whole way down to the ceramic tile. He lifted himself off the floor, and lay me down on the kitchen rug. He positioned himself above me, and lowered himself to rest on his elbows. He lay there for a moment, looking into my eyes.
"I love you Bella." He said, and I felt my heart heal from all the little hurts it had been given over the years. My heart was full, and I was in love. There was no denying it. Edward was everything I had ever wanted, and everything I would ever need. He made love to me on the floor of his kitchen, his favorite room, and I didn't even care that it was cold, or hard, as long as I had Edward, nothing else mattered.
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