Ola!
Sorry for the delay in between updates, but my brother's first babyboy was born and the baby stole my heart the minut I saw him. He is such a cutie and if you want to admire his hairporn (the boy is born with the coolest hair ever), add me on LJ (link on my profile). Now it's time for another update, but before you scroll down to read the chapter, just this:
- Thanks to Courtney for betaing the crap out of it - I hope you enjoyed the smutfest hun *giggles*
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Chapter 21: Piano Loving
"I could love you forever Edward," Bella declared before she pressed a kiss on his forehead, her fingers playing with the untamed hair she loved so much.
"I like the sound of that and I hope you will," he whispered, afraid that his own voice would betray the emotional state of pure ecstasy he was currently experiencing.
He rolled on top of her, and captured her lips in a kiss to seal their love. He kissed her until she was breathless, a kiss that communicated more than words could ever describe.
They had only kissed for a few times now, and it felt like their connection got better every time their lips collided. It was an addiction already, a rush that increased in intensity every time, and if jumping off the highest cliff had ever given her a high, then Edward's kisses made her senses explode. An explosion that was much healthier than any brainless action or desperate act could evoke. This was love, in the purest sense of the word.
The tip of this tongue caressed her bottom lip demandingly and the moment Bella opened her mouth to let his tongue slide onto her own; she opened her legs as well, pleased by the feel of his erection in between her aching thighs. Her heartbeat had just calmed down after their first lovemaking but now it was pumping blood through her veins in a new record time. Her hungry hands found his strong shoulders, travelling down his lower back to his buttocks while his oral assault went on and on.
She didn't know when or how he had entered her, but when Bella realized that they were moving together in the most intimate way possible, she realized that they were having unprotected sex. And although she longed to have children one day, today wouldn't be that day.
"Edward," she moaned when he repositioned the angle of lovemaking, an angle that touched that spot, driving her crazy and breathless. It was the same spot he had touched the first time only ten minutes ago, and Bella realized that Jacob had never pleased her like that. No one had ever made love to her in such a selfish way as Jacob did and no one had ever made love to her in such a selfless way as Edward was doing right now. But she had to stop him, before things got out of hand, although she hated doing so enormously.
"No condom," she breathed hoarsely and felt him still his movements immediately. He apologized but realized that he hadn't even known what they were doing. He was so drunk by her love and her beauty. A drunken state that blocked every rational thought out of his mind.
"I'm so so sorry Bella," but he was cut off by Bella's soft swollen lips that swallowed his words with a passionate kiss.
"No need to excuse yourself and I'm sorry too, for interrupting things, but I want to practice lots more with you before we actually start making kids."
Her comment made a smile erupt on his face, followed by a husky chuckle, and he was pulled back to the day he had run into her. She had made him feel at ease back then too, when she lightened the mood with some teasing jokes. Listening to his nervous apologies about colliding into her with his bike, she had teased "You are a pro at rambling too, I see."
Back then, it felt like she had known him for a long time and in her heart she did. She had read him like a book although they were mere strangers to each other at the time. Since then they had become friends and now lovers.
"I just love it how you can make me feel so at ease." He reluctantly removed his erection from the warmth of her inner thighs, and lay next to her, to snuggle close to her once again. Their cocooning embrace felt like a homecoming to both of them, a home they hadn't experienced in a long time.
Edward let his fingertips wander over the swell of her breasts, grazing over her nipples, snaking down to her belly button where he made lazy circles on her flat stomach. The feeling of his warm digits on her naked skin made her relax some more and Bella closed her eyes with contentment.
"Bella?" Edward asked after awhile. He pushed his head up with his elbow and let it rest on his hand. He looked at her; the peaceful expression on her face was one he wanted to keep in mind for the rest of his days. She looked so gracious and angelic. So at ease.
She opened one eye lazily, mumbled an 'Mmm' and closed it again although she could still feel his penetrating warm green eyes on her. His checking her out like this evoked a smile on her face. He had a possessive glint in his eyes but she didn't mind it one bit. She was his, for now and forever.
"Can I ask you something personal? Something intimate?" The last word caught her attention, opening her eyes all of a sudden like she was aware that something unpleasant was about to come.
The trepidation in her eyes made Edward feel uncomfortable; he was afraid that he would break the spell they were currently under. But he needed to ask her what he had been thinking of since the day he had turned his back on her.
"Uhm... it's, well, it's probably none of my business, I shouldn't... eeum... ask it so..." He was rambling, he knew it, and stuttering, but he couldn't do anything about it. He always did that when he was nervous and a sudden doubt attacked his body. But Bella shushed him and told him it was all good, stroking his hair in the process, hoping that it would make him feel at ease again.
"You can ask me anything Edward; I will do my best to answer what I can, okay?" And she nodded her own head as a sign to reassure him that she was cool with whatever that was to come. He closed his eyes for a second, reopened them and looked into her expectant gaze when he nervously inquired, "Were you alone, when you, um, lost the baby?"
Part of him wanted to know if Jacob had joined her, but that wasn't really why he asked the question. He wanted to know that she wasn't alone that day, because he felt deeply guilty that he wasn't there for her, exactly when she needed him the most. He had always felt extremely guilty for yelling at her like that on that Sunday when she had just lost her baby. He had turned his back on her and had walked away dismissively. He had been so tired and worn out that day, mentally and physically; empty after everything he had endured the past months. But that didn't take away the fact that guilt had eaten him alive since that time.
"I told you about Leah, the woman I went to Africa with, right?"
When he nodded his head, Bella inhaled deeply and assured herself that she was ready to tell him about one of the most dreadful days of her life.
"Well, she drove me to the hospital and waited for me while the doctor performed the dilation and curettage."
"But you endured the procedure alone?"
Shock was written on his face, a sudden sadness obvious on his previous glowing face, when Bella nodded her head in response.
"That isn't how things should have been Bella. I should have been there for you; I shouldn't have yelled at you...I should have been a better friend."
Edward lowered his head as an act of defeat but Bella tilted his chin up so that his eyes leveled hers. She bore into them, holding his attention until he read her answer in her eyes.
"You were and are the best friend I ever had Edward. You were honest with me, and honesty is the best policy. I needed to have a friend who yelled at me because you opened my eyes that I wasn't a good person back then. I used you Edward; I abused your kindness and love. I wasn't a good friend for you Edward."
Bella's confession felt so refreshing and painful at the same time, admitting the truth stung but she deserved that. Hell, she deserved anything for threatening him like that, she thought.
"You used my mother's words," he whispered, but when he read the confusion on her face, he informed her quickly, "My mother always taught me that honesty was the best policy and you just said those words exactly." He felt his eyes water but he didn't mind it one second. He had heard his mother's words out of his lover's mouth and things were only getting better, he thought.
"She would have loved you Bella, just as Grace loved you." He kissed her forehead softly, and saw how she closed her eyes while she exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Thanks Edward, that means a lot to me. I know how important your mother is to you."
She folded her arms around his neck and hugged him tight to emphasize her words. She would give any amount of money to bring his parents and Grace back, knowing how much he missed their loving guidance in his life.
"And Bella? I would love to be abused by you," he invited seductively while his right hand slid over her body in a slow, torturous path to rest on her hipbone. He pulled her closer, her lower body touching his in unison to make sure that she felt what kind of abuse he had in mind.
"Oh baby, I will abuse you some more, but I think we better buy the economy family-size package of condoms today, to make sure that we have enough for the weekend." She wiggled her eyebrows seductively to tease him some more.
"Oh god, Swan, I'm up for that!" He rolled on top of her and placed hungry feather kisses on her entire body, quickly located her ticklish spots, and laughed heartily when she begged him for mercy.
~*~
"Come on Edward!" Bella yelled from the living room of the apartment. It was almost five p.m. and they had agreed to get her stuff from the hotel, grab some dinner together, and go to the movies again - together this time.
They both wanted to see The Dark Knight again since the first time they were mightily distracted by each other's presence. Bella looked forward to being his date for the night; accompanying him to the place she loved so much -the movie theatre. It felt like sharing her youth with him, as if they were all safe and hidden in the inviting darkness of the theatre. In some ways they were. Whenever she felt the need to be alone, to forget her painful past with an absent father and a mother who died too young, she went to the movie theatre, to forget her own misery by immersing herself in someone else's story.
She had pulled her hair up in a high ponytail and had put on the same dress as she had last night, since that was the only clothing part she had with her.
Edward had wanted to take a shower before they left and Bella now wondered what was taking him so long. But the moment her impatient call for him left her mouth, he opened the bathroom door and left her speechless.
Her eyes swept over him, up and down his body, glued to his stunningly handsome appearance. She didn't know how long she just stared at him, but what she did know what that her hypnosis was broken the moment he stepped closer and she inhaled his sandalwood scent. If her mind wasn't blank before, it was now.
God, he looked gorgeous and oh my God, he smelled delicious, mouthwatering.
"You. Look. So. Hot!" she exclaimed, accentuating every word, while her eyes openly travelled up and down his features. He wore the simplest clothes ever, but the combination of them all together, worn by him made him look like New York's freshest and hottest model.
He wore a simple white shirt with rolled up sleeves, nonchalantly, and nice faded blue jeans. That attire, combined with his black All Star gym shoes, suggested that he was just a normal, average guy, but nothing was normal or average when Edward Cullen was involved. He was handsome, hot and gracious all in one. The white color of his shirt highlighted how tanned he already was, a tan she hadn't really noticed before since she was more occupied with undressing him with her eyes.
"You don't look bad either Bella," he brought his lips extremely close to her ear because the next words he was about to speak were addressed for her only.
"Since the second I saw you last night, I wanted to peel that beautiful dress off you."
Her breath hitched and got stuck in the middle of her throat while a cold shiver travelled up and down her spine although his hot breath on her neck and ear wasn't to blame for that. The mental picture in Bella's head - him undressing her and taking her right here and now - had caused that physical reaction and god she loved the effect he had on her.
"I wish you had bought that Trojan family package already," was all she could come up with before he guided her out of his apartment, into the warmth of the city.
~*~
They took a cab to the Red Lion Hotel, to grab Bella's stuff and bring her belongings over to Edward's place until she had found an apartment of her own. She could have asked the girl who currently sublet her apartment to leave, but part of her didn't want to live there anymore. She longed for a completely fresh start, a home with no memories attached. A clean slate to start all over again.
"Will you get your things together princess, while I go hunt down that family package?" Edward asked, standing on the sidewalk outside the hotel with his famous crooked smile on his face.
His smile was infectious so a chuckle was the reply he got in return.
"Do you think that one family package will be enough Edward?" She teased before she blew him a hand kiss before they were about to part their ways. He shook his head confidently and mentally looked for the closest store in town. No way was he going to leave her any longer than necessary.
As soon as he found what he was looking for, the plan was that Edward would return to the hotel and help her carry her stuff. He had insisted on helping her, although she had assured him it wasn't necessary. She was a big girl, he knew that, but he was a stubborn gentleman who would move the world for her.
The dazzling smile he had flashed at her before she had entered the hotel lobby was one that set her senses on fire; a fire that could only be sparked by one man: him. She decided to hurry, haphazardly shoving her toiletries and clothes into her suitcase to make sure that they had some time together again before they went out for dinner later tonight. If he wanted to be abused by her again, he could get his wish.
"When did you become such a sex-craving woman?" Bella asked her beaming reflection in the mirror. But when the soft knock on the door announced the presence of Edward, she knew that being sex-starved was one of the things that he was to blame for.
She straightened her dress a little before she jogged over to the door to welcome him in.
"That was quick," she smiled, and he held aloft the paper bag in front of her face, wiggling it like it was a piece of chocolate or a trophy. And maybe it was -a trophy!
Her mind processed all the information - Edward looking hot, her senses on fire, condoms, and a freshly made bed in a hotel room - and she pushed him abruptly towards said bed, until the back of his calves touched the sheets. A final push made him land on the bed with a soft thud, a surprised look painted on his face. But when Bella straddled him, one leg at each side of his body, his mind covered the same information as she had processed a second before.
"Great thinking Swan," he murmured seductively before she kissed him fiercely.
His hands found her knees and thighs, snaking under the silk of her flowerily dress to caress the warm spot between her legs, his fingers gliding easily under the elastic of her panties. She moaned softly - maybe it was more a grunt - when he set her skin on fire some more. He teased her, touching her flustered skin, sometimes under her panties, sometimes through the material, but teasing nonetheless.
It took Bella only a few seconds to undress his upper body and unbuckle his belt.
"Are we in a hurry?" Edward breathed in between deep groans, as her hungry fingers cupped him through the heavy denim of his jeans. His left hand had found the zipper of her dress as well, unzipped it and peeled it of her body, like he had told her he craved to do less than an hour ago. He had never anticipated that they would be going for it again, so soon, right here in this hotel room, but now that he thought about it, he liked the idea very much. He couldn't get enough of her. Ever.
"Yes," she confirmed while the tip of her tongue licked his nipples, travelling down to his stomach to find his belly button and the hairs that disappeared under the hem of his trousers and boxers.
"Why?" he wanted to know when she remained silent.
"Because I'm starving for you," she admitted while she removed his shoes and jeans.
A deep red blush covered Edward's cheeks and a satisfied feeling of shared longing made his heartbeat increase tenfold. Her hands all over his body were to blame for that too, like he was a huge block of clay that she was about to knead. And maybe he was clay in her hands, but he didn't mind it at all. She could do with him whatever she wanted; he was hers. Forever if he had anything to say about that.
When he felt her long fingers struggling with the hem of his boxers, he automatically wanted to help her. He brought his upper body to a more sitting position, but when Bella registered his movements, she demanded that he lie down again.
"Stay! Enjoy Edward, that's all I ask you to do," she instructed before she removed the last of his clothes.
Holly fuck! Feisty Bella is freaking hot! And it made his cock twist in anticipation some more.
The beauty of his nudity was overwhelming and she took a second to drink in the features of this stunning man than lay in front of her.
"You are beautiful," she said before she moved her hands towards his hard length to guide it closer to her mouth.
Edward wasn't really sure what she was referring to - was it his penis she admired or was it him? The question was about to tumble out of his mouth but when he felt the silky warmth of her lips around the tip of his erection; no words seemed to exist anymore. His mind was blank, only the ability to feeling remained.
He grunted when her tongue encircled him in the most intimate way, teasing and licking him; sucking him while all he could do was grip the sheets to hold on for dear life. He wanted to protest every time her mouth left him aching for more, but she was playing him, seducing him to make him come undone. She only left his shaft for a second, but continued stroking him in a torturously slow rhythm. She was driving him crazy and once in awhile, she simply kissed his head and the warmth of her breath there made him lose anything that was left from his mind.
She moved her tongue from the base of his erection to the tip, followed by her hand that encircled him fully. As soon as she was at the top, she captured him completely, sucked until he almost fainted from pure ecstasy.
"God, Bella," he grunted when he felt how a warm heat spread itself into his lower belly. He didn't want to come, not so soon, but it seemed like his body had decided differently. He forced his mind to think of other things, but he was so consumed by Bella that all he could think about was her and what she was doing to him. The warmth in his stomach was increasing and would soon become overwhelming - he knew that - but there was nothing he could do to halt the building pressure.
It seemed like Bella sensed or heard the shift inside of him - his groans and moans had become deeper; his breathing more panting and gasping. More frantic. More carnal. She slowed down her torturous game, searched for a condom with her free hand, and expertly rolled it over his hard erection as if she did this all the time.
"Been practicing?" He whispered hoarsely, after he had thanked her for slowing down. He didn't want to come undone, although he would love to. But he wanted to please her, wanted to make her experience the same blankness in her mind and warmth in her belly as he had felt only second before.
"Do you doubt my skills? I'm a doctor, remember?" Bella teased quirking one eyebrow in a mocking gesture.
"Never will I doubt your skills baby," and he scooted up the bed, to let his shoulders rest against the headboard. He guided her into his lap, and when she sank down on top of him, the same blank mind and consumed body returned. He was inside of her once again, and there was no place he'd rather be.
"Bella. What are you doing to me?" Edward whispered close to her ear while she started moving up and down in an extremely slow rhythm. Their first lovemaking had been rather frantic and fast; there had been no time to take things slowly since the need to feel, to connect, to unify, was too overwhelming. But now she wanted to enjoy their union as long as possible, entangled in his embrace; one of his arms draped around her shoulder, the other hand resting on her butt.
Her bosom was pressed tightly against his chest, as they were most intimately close two human beings can ever be to another.
"Abusing you, like you requested," she whispered back, sucking his ear in the process. She placed sucking kisses on his sweaty skin, inhaling the lingering taste of his after shave and the cologne that was so typically his. She continued the kissing on the other side of his head as well, and when she repositioned her body, she felt one hand gripping her hipbone to orchestrate the rhythm of their passionate dance; while the other cupped her breast that was rising up and down due to her breathless state.
"I like that," was all he said; conserving his words and staying otherwise silent to enjoy more of her and the moment.
The hand that gripped her hipbone travelled in between their entangled bodies to seek the sensitive nub in between her legs. And when he found it, she closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, gripping it in between her teeth and throwing her head back.
"I like that too," she breathed out, shuddering while he played her like his guitar. If he was honest, the groans she produced were better than any song he had ever composed, and this was only the start of their life together.
She gasped for air when his mouth made his way to her breasts and nipples and sucked them hard while their frantic bodies moved deeper and faster. Harder and more frantically.
She came too soon in her opinion, but it was so good that she didn't want it any other way. She felt lightheaded, out of this world as if she was in another dimension. She adjusted and angled her hips a little, and encouraged by the deep moan Edward produced, she moved on top of him while he sent her over the edge, again and again. When he came, he pulled her chest against his again, to feel the wild beating of her heart against his, to let her know what she did to him.
Their breathing decelerated slowly and their hearts did the same as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Bella was still sitting on top of him, his manhood still hidden in the depths of her body, while sweat travelled down her neck and in between the valley of her breasts.
"That was amazing," he murmured as he gently grasped her head in between his hands, peering intensely into her sated coppery gaze. "You are amazing Bella," and he kissed her fully on the mouth, quickly deepening the kiss.
The kiss was just a promise for more, so when Bella broke apart she whispered encouragement to continue.
"I love you Edward, I always have. Always and forever. And it's the best feeling I ever had in my life." Her confession was honest and touching, emanating from the depths of her heart.
A sudden overwhelming feeling spread through Edward's body, because the love he could read in her eyes and hear in her words was more than he had ever experienced in his life before. No one had ever loved him so much as she did, of that he was sure.
"Oh princess, I love you back, with all my heart and more. Always and forever," and sealed their love with another kiss.
~*~
"Just a minute Edward," Bella yelled for the second time through the closed bathroom door, while he tapped his food nervously. She was in the bathroom for 30 minutes already and if they didn't hurry, they wouldn't make it to the theatre in time.
After they'd returned from the hotel to his place, they had decided to order some pizza since they weren't in the mood to leave their love nest for too long. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other and being in public places would mean that we weren't able to touch each other so freely. So snuggling closely on the couch, under the all-observing eye of his loyal pet Jona, they had eaten their pizza. Touching, talking, catching up with each other's history and future dreams, simply sitting quietly and enjoying each other's presence.
It was after nine when they'd looked at the clock, only to realize that they needed to hurry up if they'd wanted to make it on time for the late-night movie. They had bought online tickets for The Dark Knight, and both wondered if they would actually be able to follow the plot this time.
Bella had informed him she wanted to freshen up a little, and after a quick stop in the bedroom to retrieve some fresh clothes, she had entered the bathroom from which she was currently emerging.
"You..." he started, wanting to tell her how lovely she already looked, but the words got stuck in his throat when she opened the door and informed him that she was ready to go.
In front of him was a totally different Bella than he had seen before - different in a good way. She looked stunning, with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, her eyes heavily darkened with eye liner and mascara. Her black knee-length pants fit her perfectly and the matching black sandals accentuated her lean calves like they should. But what caught his attention most of all was what was in between those smoky eyes and softly tanned legs. She wore a see-through polka-dot blouse, little black dots all over the white cotton of her summer blouse, but they couldn't hide what was underneath it.
Edward swallowed hard when he drank in her black bra, obvious through the material of her blouse. When another woman would wear something revealing like this, he would definitely dislike it, but Bella Swan wasn't like any other woman. She looked hot. Stunning. Beautiful. Casual yet chic. And did he mention hot? Too hot not to touch her for the next three hours.
His mouth had suddenly gone dry; swallowing had become very hard all of a sudden, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of her; couldn't force himself to look away from there. The blood drained from his brain immediately and went straight southwards, leaving him with number hard-on #1284875 for the day.
Fuck! Fuck everything that is holy! Fuck fuck fuck!
Does she have any idea what she is doing to me!
"Did I miss something?" she eyed him curiously. "You okay?" She watched him staring at her, through her.
When her warm hand contacted his wrist, he was forced to meet her eyes, and he was sure that they were the darkest shade of black from the lust and passion that was currently racing through his veins. He sensed that he needed to say something -anything but for another second he couldn't get out any words. He needed to reboot his brain first since apparently it had crashed a few seconds ago.
"Wow," was all he came up with; no other word described the current state he was in.
She giggled and blushed when she realized why he was at a loss of words all of sudden. She hadn't been really sure if this would be an appropriate shirt to wear - she had bought the see-through shirt a long time ago but never had the chance to wear it; never had the right opportunity to put it on. But tonight was the ideal opportunity. It was a warm, sultry evening; the night young and full of potential. And now that she observed Edward's wide eyes glued to her body, she knew this was the perfect occasion to show it off.
"I don't want to go," he pouted, looking like a little kid.
"What?" Bella asked surprised. She was about to walk to the door to leave, but his words had stopped her abruptly.
"I don't want to go." He was serious and placed his keys back on the cooking island.
"Why? Did I do something wrong?" Bella asked, confused, not knowing what caused his sudden change of mind.
"No, absolutely not. But I won't be able to keep my hands of you for the next three hours." He was dead serious. His hands were already damp from anticipation, aching to touch her there -everywhere-, the hardness in his pants had been growing from the second she had opened the bathroom door, and he knew he couldn't keep his hands off her for the next three or more hours. He couldn't because he didn't want to. She was too stunning for him to control himself.
"Oh Edward", she laughed heartily, walking over to grab his keys and kissing him in the process.
"Scrapping the movie is tempting, very tempting. But things are always better when you wait for them patiently."
She opened the front door and walked through it, enjoying the feeling of his eyes fixated on her body.
He registered the wiggle of her hips, swaying from one side to the other, and digested her words. She had insinuated sex - that was obvious - but waiting patiently for it for the next three hours while she was sitting next to him in a darkened theatre like that? There's only that much a man can bear.
He heard her call out for him; he swallowed hard and told himself that he was a patient man. He had waited six months for her; three hours should be easy by comparison, right? He wasn't convinced at all when he took his keys, closed the door and joined her outside. He was welcomed by the fresh air, forcing the air in his lungs to cool down and draping his jacket over her shoulders while they walked to his car, parked around the block.
~*~
"That was an amazing first half, don't you think?" Bella asked when the lights flipped on in the luxurious theatre, signaling a ten minute intermission.
People left their seats to make a quick stop at the restroom or to buy some drinks and sweets, but Bella didn't plan on leaving the warmth of the theatre.
She didn't wait for Edward's answer but continued analyzing the film. "That first part, the fighting on the ice was so, well, exciting. And then the reunion with Rachel. Oh, my heart goes out for him. Poor Batman. But the Joker, I love him Edward. I always liked Heath Ledger's acting but I think he outdid himself in this role. The way he acted, those gestures and ticks he infused into the Joker character...wow, I am in awe of that man."
A sudden sadness washed over her when her mind floated back to the day that she heard that Heath Ledger was found dead, but Edward's hand on her chin guided her closer and before she could feel too sad, she found herself being kissed by the man sitting next to her.
He tasted like she probably did - sugary and buttery from the fresh popcorn they had just consumed - a taste that was so delicious that she wanted more of it. Deepening the kiss, they didn't care about their surroundings; they just enjoyed the taste of the other's sweet tongue.
The finger that had been on her chin a few seconds before was now travelling slowly down her neck, over her collarbone and in between the fabric over her polka-dot blouse. The feeling of his fingertip on her skin - there - made her even more lightheaded than she was during the kiss and she cursed mentally when she remembered where they were and who has insisted on going there in the first place.
"Excuse me?" A deep male voice pulled them both apart, looking down at them as if they were caught doing bad, inappropriate things. The man was trying to get to his seat in the middle of the aisle, and his disapproving glance was not lost on Edward or Bella. They were busted, and they had known it might happen. They'd acted like teenagers, making out in the movies, not being able to keep their hands off each other. But they couldn't control themselves; they were just too much in love.
"Excuse us," Edward apologized when he moved his legs to the left so the man and his wife had free access to pass. Bella didn't dare to look at them; she just stared at her twisting hands in her lap. It was only when the couple was seated a few seats away that she dared to look into Edward's eyes again. She saw the mischievous twinkle she had expected to find, together with a coy smile plastered all over his face.
She poked him in the ribs playfully; told him to remove that smug grin from his face.
"What?" He asked, playing the innocent man who hadn't done anything wrong.
"Oh Cullen, you are a bad actor. You..." - and she pointed at him to support her words - "shouldn't have kissed me like that."
He tried a duly admonished look but failed, and instead a waterfall of laughter erupted. "You..." - and he pointed at her like she had done before - "shouldn't have put on these clothes Swan. And by the way, you were rambling on and on about the movie so kissing you seemed the only appropriate thing to do. And I don't remember you protesting or pulling back."
She was about to protest that she wasn't rambling and that her clothes were just fine but the light dimmed in the theatre again so she swallowed her words and remained silent. Instead of arguing, she snuggled in closer and laid her head on his shoulder, taking his hand in hers and kissing it softly.
God, this man awakened feelings in her that she had never thought possible. It was a good thing though, those feelings he brought to the surface; it was a side of her she liked, more than she dared to admit. He made her bold and gave her the feeling of being gorgeous, a feeling that she had missed for awhile.
"Thanks," she whispered into his ear before her eyes were glued on the screen again.
"Thank you," was his reply while he pulled her body closer. Entangled together, they enjoyed the rest of the movie.
~*~
They were still chatting enthusiastically when Edward turned off the engine. Most of the time it was Bella talking and informing Edward about how much she had loved the movie, the acting; the special effects. She was in awe of the director, the actors; everything.
Edward admired her while she shared her passion for movies with him, and the way she brightened as she discussed the movie's details made him love her even more. She was definitely a movie fan, and not just for the movie but for the entire atmosphere of the theatre-going experience.
"Will we do that again Edward, go to the movies together? I would love that." Bella's beseeching brown eyes lit up as she stood next to his car while he closed her door.
He smiled and nodded his head, teasing her, "Does that mean you will ramble on and on about the next movie the whole drive home as well?"
"I didn't ramble too much!" She protested, but her voice didn't sound convinced and she knew it.
"No?" he said, one eyebrow arched. He had closed the distance and guided her towards the entrance of his apartment building.
"Maybe a little," she confessed. "Did it bother you?"
Her voice was more worried now; Edward sensed that she wasn't making a joke so he turned his head to look her in the eye. His hands entangled her neck; his thumbs caressed the lines of her lips tenderly. He wondered how on earth she could be so self assured and confident, yet self conscious and insecure in the time span of only a few seconds.
"My sweetest princess. You would never bother me. Your voice is like music to my ears and I doubt that there will be a day in my life that I would ever be sick of listening to it. I love you; all of you. And I think it's cute - the rambling - as it only shows how devoted and passionate you are. And I would love to join you whenever you want me as your guide to the theatre." His voice was low, sincere and most of all it was pure. His words were the voice of his heart; that was certain.
He kissed her tenderly on the lips, hoping she would see the sincerity in his eyes and feel it in his kiss. She did.
He guided her up the stairs to the door of his apartment, placing feather kisses on her cheek, neck, lips; every patch of skin he had access to with every step he took. The kisses became more frantic, hungrier with every inch they got closer to the door. Pressed with her back against his door, Edward's right hand roamed over her body, up her stomach to her breasts, while his other free hand fumbled with the key to unlock the door.
It felt like ages until he succeeded, but when he did and they stepped together inside, time stood still and the electricity that had been hanging in the air since they'd left for the movies, exploded tenfold. Buttons and blouses were rapidly ripped open, zippers unzipped and shirts removed. Lips were swollen from the oral assaults, fingers were tingling for the touching skin but still it wasn't enough. The kicked-off black sandals joined Edward's All Stars on the floor, soon followed by both their jeans.
Only one second was what Edward needed to admire the beauty who was panting in front of him. Her black bra with the matching black panties, her smoky eyes, her punk-like hair; she wasn't his picture imperfect anymore. She was his and she was perfect, his picture perfect.
Bella pulled him against her, hard and demanding, while she forced her lips on his to kiss her. He smothered her with his lips, over and over again, until they were both running out of air. Gasping for oxygen, removing underwear in the process, they stood naked in the kitchen, her back still pressed against the cool wooden door. Edward quickly took his wallet and removed the condom he had hidden in it before they'd left for the theatre.
The smirk on Bella's face revealed that she knew when he had hidden it there and he smiled widely back. He was caught but what the fuck, he didn't care.
"Just being cautious and prepared," he grinned while he closed the distance between them to feel her heated skin on his again. He wanted to be glued to her, wanted to melt together as close as possible and contain her. All of her. Again.
It all went so quickly and easily like they'd done this a million times against the kitchen door. His strong hands enveloped her buttocks to pull her up; she opened her legs automatically to give him the entrance he desperately craved for. He was thankful, pulling her closer and starting to move into her. Slowly at first, more confidently later. She'd entangled her arms around his neck, her hands fisted in his hair, her legs around his hips to steady herself, as she encouraged him to continue his piercing thrusts.
"Oh yeah Edward, there." He hit that same spot as he had touched his morning; it was a spot that immediately set her entire body on fire and made her relax at the same time. Every time he touched her there, the fire increased until she couldn't think anymore. Thinking wasn't necessary; feeling was all that was needed then and there.
"Oh yeah Edward, more." She begged and he gave her more. More and more. Over and over again.
"I'm about to come," Edward informed her hoarsely, a little embarrassed that he was coming too quickly. The lack of a proper sexual life before Bella combined with her quick re-emergence in his life were to blame for his swiftly burgeoning arousal, but he was hardly going to complain about her return to him. His hips jerked uncontrollably as a wild heat in his belly intensified.
"Just let it go Edward," Bella whispered seductively in his ear, nibbling his ear lobe, while he continued rocking and rocking.
"You too, Bella, just let it go," he countered, and who was she to deny him that? She lost it when he hit that spot again, and again and again. Moaning his name, she experienced the same heat in her womb when she came. Hard, long, hot.
"God Edward, I don't think I will ever be able to walk again after our sexercising. You wore me out, but in a good way though," she teased after he had kissed her again.
"Ha, I was just getting started Bella, ramming into you like I did six months ago" he teased back - referring to the day he had ran into her- when he pulled her closer to his body and walked with her to the bedroom upstairs. Her body began shaking with laughter and he soon joined that giggling melody with his own.
He only removed the condom when he pulled her down on the bed and after that, he snuggled close to her with the most earnest smile on his face ever seen. Edward Cullen just had the best day of his life, in every way!
~*~
He didn't want to leave the warmth of the bed, but he knew that if he kept lying awake next to her, she would soon wake up too. He just couldn't control himself, when she was lying naked next to him.
He was awake for the past thirty minutes now and she had tossed and turned in her sleep since. But most of the time, she faced him with her mouth slightly opened, her hair tousled but nonetheless beautiful. He had touched her, brushing a hair from her face, caressing the outline of her cheekbone and the soft swell of her lips. Her eyes had fluttered a few times already, and her breathing was slightly shallower than before; if he continued teasing and touching her like this, she would wake up soon.
With one last glance behind him, he slipped out of the bed, careful not the wake her in the process, and quietly slipped out the bedroom door. Tiptoeing down the stairs, he was greeted by an excited Jona, demanding attention from his master. He had been a patient pet during the non-stop sex-fest but his patience was now running low. He needed to stretch his legs, right now. He jumped up and down against his master, his leash in between his teeth while Edward padded his head loyally, lovingly.
"Yes, yes Jona. We'll go out but be quiet, okay? There's a princess sleeping upstairs." Edward was whispering to the dog, as if Jona could understand what he was saying. Hearing his master's voice only made him more excited.
Edward quickly dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt, left a note for Bella in case she would wake up, grinned when he saw their clothes strewn all over the floor from their encounter last night, and guided Jona outside before his mind was clouded with entangled limbs again. He could use a walk too and together they jogged through the forest.
It was Monday and there was quite a bit of traffic for the norms of Forks but Edward was glad that he wasn't in a rush today. Monday was his usual day off and he enjoyed it now more than he had ever enjoyed it before. She was with him now, covered by his sheets in his apartment, and she didn't plan to leave anytime soon. When Edward looked around everything seemed greener and brighter; people seemed happier than normal; it was a perfect day, he thought.
When he was almost back at his apartment, he bought fresh croissants as well as some fruit and vegetables, planning to cook her the most delicious vegetarian meal she had ever eaten. He had surfed the net often while she was away, searching for dishes to make for her if he was ever lucky enough for her to return to him, and he had the perfect dish in mind.
Jona seemed content when they'd arrived back at the apartment after the walk; the bowl of fresh water and food was probably to credit as well. A quick shower later, Edward tidied up his place a bit, removing the clothes from the floor and scarfing down a banana while he walked over to the piano. He hadn't played for 24 hours, something that had never happened before, except when he was away on vacation. But for the past day he hadn't even thought about playing. Bella Swan had occupied his thoughts entirely and that realization awakened a pleasant sparkle in his belly. Was she the woman? Was this it? He smiled, hoping and wishing it was.
He was dressed in faded jeans and a wife beater, his feet bare when he touched the brass pedals of his piano. He caressed her black and white keys softly, hesitantly at first - afraid to wake his sleeping princess in the process - but when those beautiful sounds echoed through the large, spacious living room he couldn't control himself anymore. And somehow, he knew that Bella would love to wake up with some music vibrating through the place. He was right - she indeed loved it.
She had heard him arrive home with Jona, and the sound of pounding water in the shower had seemed very tempting but the warmth of his bed was more tantalizing. She always had loved to stay in bed; waking up was one those things Bella Swan didn't like. Especially not alone. But now it was different. He was showering downstairs -his hands' roaming over his naked body was a very tantalizing image that wakened lower regions of her body- and most importantly she wasn't alone. He was with her; they were finally together, after all this time.
She rolled over and felt an aching sensation between her thighs. A good ache that made her smile warmly.
When she heard the melodic sounds of his piano, her heart tightened. She was pulled back to the New Year's concert and how much she had enjoyed watching him play. A single tear slipped from her eye when memories of that night - the last time she had seen Grace alive - floated back, and she let herself mourn a little. It was only when the music became louder that she was pulled back to the present, and she couldn't resist the tempting desire to watch him play again.
She searched for something to wear, retrieved some underwear out of her bag, and grabbed a white button-down shirt of Edward's that was draped over the chair in the bedroom. She quickly dressed, buttoning it hastily as she strolled downstairs. She thought he hadn't seen or heard her when she stood at the base of the stairs, but he had. He left her in the dark for a few more minutes while he continued caressing the keys of his piano.
It was only when he started a new song, a tune he had sung for her once before, that he looked at her. He had been able to stare at his black grand piano for a while, but now he couldn't control himself anymore. And when he looked at her, he wondered how on earth he had been able to resist gaping at her before.
She looked magnificent. Absolutely beautiful. She appeared still drowsy with her tousled hair and sleep lingering on her face. But his white shirt she wore looked adorable on her. His eyes roamed over her body from head to toe and he wondered what she wore under it.
His eyes guided her closer while he started to sing softly.
You are my inspiration, you are the song I sing
You are what makes me happy, you are my everything
You are my daily sunshine, you are my evening star
Everything I'll ever need or want, that's what you are
Everything I'll ever need or want is what you are
She stood next to him, stealing his coffee and taking a few sips while he sang along, and she gripped his shoulder with her free hand. She did that to steady herself but also to feel him, to touch him, to make sure that he was real. She couldn't deny that she had thought about this - him singing for her - but the reality was much better than any daydream.
She softly clapped her hands when he was finished, smiling through misty eyes. Her clapping soon changed into giggling when Edward pulled her in his lap and tickled her.
"Stop it, stop it Edward," she pleaded in between the laughter, but the begging for mercy didn't have the effect she had hoped for. Tears floated down her cheeks from the combination of the touching song and the enticing tickles, and it was only when Edward noticed the salty teardrops that he stopped.
"Good morning beautiful lady," he greeted her and kissed her softly. "That shirt looks better on you than it does on me, I have to confess," he added.
She blushed slightly, not knowing what else to do when he gave her such a compliment. She kissed him back, to thank him, but the kiss soon changed into something more. She straddled him on the piano bench, one leg on each side of his hips, and his hands were soon on her naked thighs.
She hadn't planned or intended to let things lead to this - neither had he - but it seemed the most natural thing to do, to express their love physically once more. When he found out that - except for cream colored panties - she was naked under the white shirt, rational thoughts seemed overrated. He cupped her breasts through the shirt, and she bit his bottom lip a little because she liked it what his hands were doing to her. His skills at unbuttoning the shirt didn't surprise her, nor did his skills at making her feel feminine, hot, and loved.
His mouth followed his fingers, taking her rosy nipples in between his teeth, licking them, kneading her breasts softly, more hungrily a second later. He closed the lid of the piano - something Bella didn't register due to the ecstasy she was enjoying right now - pulling her on top of it after he had yanked off her panties in a swift movement. Her hands were on his upper body, struggling with the hem of his wife beater and he helped her to remove it. His jeans were already unbuttoned - when did that happen? - And when he stood, the pants fell down the floor with a soft thud. He stepped out them and squatted slightly down in front of the piano. He pulled both her legs over his shoulders and kissed the inside of her knees up her tights. He could smell her arousal, feeling it as well when her fingers frantically fisted into his messy hair.
The taste of her arousal was delicious; placing soft kisses on her valley of love was both a selfish and loving act. The taste of her was so addictive that he wanted more and more. He opened his mouth, letting his tongue wander into her sex to lick her fiercely, ravenously, hungrily. She moaned -loudly - gripping his hair and yanking his skull in the process to encourage him to continue abusing her orally.
Oh God, how much she had wished this. How many times had she dreamed of this!
One of his hands found her breast to knead the firm tissue while his other hand snaked in between her legs, her legs still on his shoulders. He entered one finger teasingly inside her, while his tongue encircled her sensitive nub over and over again. She groaned deeply when his finger moved in her, out of her and in her again; her body rising up and down, panting; gasping for air.
"Edward," she moaned, "take me, please." He knew what she referred to but he longed to please her some more. To make her come undone like this, fucking her with his tongue and fingers, pleasing her orally, abusing and arousing her. Loving her, over and over again. So he continued licking and sucking, teasing and playing her, until she couldn't resist the urge to let it all go anymore. And when she did, she felt her hips buck in his face but she didn't care; he didn't either. He loved it the way she came like this. It was so pure and carnal, so desperate and loving at the same time. He loved her; God he loved her endlessly!
"Oh God," she moaned when she closed her eyes, pressing her fingers into the base of his head and biting her own lip. She rocked her breasts upwards, the warmth in her belly radiating through her entire body while wave after wave washed over her. She didn't know how long she came, but what she did know was that it was wonderful. Perfect. Splendid. And yet not enough. She wanted more; it would never be enough. Having sex with Edward Cullen had this effect on her. She always craved the next height that was to come.
When he had grabbed a condom, she didn't know and didn't care; what she did know was that he entered her swiftly -they had been practicing a lot the past 24 hours! Her entrance was silky with his saliva from the oral assault she had just endured. He kissed her and she tasted herself on his mouth, which made her even more aroused than she already was.
He deepened the kiss some more when he started moving into her with long, deep thrusts. Slow and loving, changing into fierce and rapid. Hungrier too. He moved in and out of her repeatedly, to tease her. He aroused her in such a way that the warmth experienced before was back tenfold - although she had thought that her first orgasm had been the best she had ever had before- she knew that she was about to come undone again. Over and over again when he pleased her like this, on his piano; playing the best symphony written ever. It was written on her body; they'd written it together.
She loved him. Hell, she loved him more than he would ever know.
It didn't take long until Edward came as well, followed by him collapsing on top of her, both of their bodies melding into the piano, her legs still encircling his hips.
He kissed her again and again, thanking her, loving her, overloading her with nicknames and telling her never to let him go again.
"I'm yours Edward, I was, am, and will always be. For always and forever."
"Always and forever Bella."
"Always and forever," they both said and kissed again as if it was the last time they'd ever be able to kiss.
End notes:
This was the longest chapter I've ever written because I simply couldn't decide when or where Edward and Bella would make love. I had so many ideas so in the end I decided to incorporate them all. Did you like it?
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