Chapter 20

A Look into Married Life

BPOV

AN: I still own nothing, except for the original characters, a newly acquired "A" in my "Introduction to Curriculum and Instruction for the Gifted Student" class, a teaching degree from a small, private, liberal arts college, and a 2010 blue Chevy Impala named Blue Steel. If you would like to see them, there are pictures in the TWCS version (I'm RAH07890 over there).

My first alarm went off at 6:15. I am not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, but, I had a lot to do today. However, the next thing I realized was that it was 6:30. I turned off my alarm, and groaned at the early hour. Edward doesn't have to wake up for another 40 minutes…lucky duck. As much as I would love to stay in bed with him, and give him my special good morning wake-up call (aka a blow job), I feel as though his favorite breakfast would be a close second. I walk into our closet, and look around for something to wear. However, I quickly realize I have no idea what the weather is going to be like.

I walk back into the bedroom, and see my phone has made its way to the couch in the lounge area of our bedroom. This shouldn't have surprised me. I was reading a book on my Kindle App when Edward came home, and then, one thing led to another, and we were soon making love on the bed…my phone and book long forgotten. So, I quickly check the weather, and see that it's going to be a 73°F, so, I go back into the closet and choose my outfit for the day; yoga pants with a simple t-shirt with sneakers. I also blush when I see the photo that I had taken for Edward in my bridal veil, white lace panties, and nothing else. On the way to our honeymoon, Edward asked me,

"Is there any way that I can get the photos you took blown up into a larger size?"

I blushed,

"Why? You don't like your book?"

He shook his head,

"No, Bella, I love the book, but I think that I need to see those pictures more than once. I need to see them on a daily basis to remind myself of what a lucky fucking bastard I am to be the only straight man to see you like that."

So, as soon as we were in North Carolina, I made a phone call to Riley, who promised to not only make the photos larger, but to also deliver them to our house as soon as he could. When we arrived back from North Carolina, there were two large packages in our foyer (Edward's parents had gotten our mail while we were gone, but had not opened a thing, thank God!). Edward immediately opened them, smiled a knowing smile, then ran them up to our bedroom, and immediately got to work on hanging one in plain view of our lounge. The other two he placed in our bedroom; one on the desk where he had his laptop, and the other in a frame beside his side of the bed. Now, they are on permanent display for us to see (well, mainly him, but I like to enjoy it now and again, too, to remind myself of how blessed I am that Edward is my husband, and only he gets to see me like that).

After a quick reminiscing session, I go downstairs, and grab the homemade cinnamon rolls that I started making the night before; I let them rise in the fridge overnight. I knew Edward would be happy; the man loves his sweets. After putting the pan on the counter to get to room temperature before going in the over, I make a pot of coffee. I will need it if I am going to get everything on my list accomplished today.

A little while later, after making the icing, I hear feet coming down the stairs, and Edward singing to himself. It's a quirky little habit of his, but I love it all the same. Right then, the oven goes off, telling me it's time to put the rolls in the oven. I open the oven door, put the rolls in, and then, just as I am closing the door, strong arms make their way across my waist.

"You smell delicious, love."

"I think you're smelling the cinnamon rolls, Edward."

"Nope; it's all you. You smell like me, still. I love it." He growled, then bit my ear lobe. I melted in his arms.

"Edward…"

He then lets me go, and sees the icing on the counter. I notice him dipping a finger in the icing. I can't help but be a little jealous of that finger.

"Outstanding, but I wonder…how would this icing taste on you? I can only imagine it would make you even sweeter than usual."

When we first got married, a comment like that would have had me blushing so hard, and smacking him for being so naughty, but now…I just love his dirty mouth.

"Well, if I have any leftover from icing the cinnamon rolls, I'll consider saving some for you."

He kisses me then, and I lose myself in his kisses. He has his tongue ring in, and, each time my tongue touches it, he groans. All too soon, we part, and he moves to my neck, where he begins kissing and sucking my neck. I wear his marks with pride. He is so possessive, but I love every second of it. As if his rings on my finger don't already mark me as his, his marks on my neck make extra sure of it.

But, we don't get to have a kitchen quickie this morning; the oven goes off as Edward is 'finishing up' his latest mark. So, I pull away, get an oven mitt, and grab the rolls. I immediately reach for the icing, but Edward stops me. He quickly pulls out a small container and pours some icing into it.

"I want this icing on my sweet girl…you won't stop me."

I blush, and let him do whatever he wants. After he gathers his icing, he grabs a cup of coffee, and then makes his way to the dining room. I ice the cinnamon rolls, and then start plating them. Once they are perfect, in my eyes, I bring them to the dining room, where Edward is already sitting. We quickly say grace, and then dig in. Most mornings, I am not up before Edward, so he has his own breakfast, but I knew today was a special day for us. It was Edward's birthday. This year, we couldn't go to Massachusetts; Edward didn't feel that it would be right for him to take off for three months, when he had only been there for less than six months. His boss told him that, since he was now part-owner, he could do what he wanted, but Edward insisted that it wouldn't be right, or set a good example for those he worked with, but he did work shorter hours than everyone else. He only worked until 2 or 3 Monday through Friday.

We were silent through breakfast…well, mostly silent. Edward kept making his moaning sounds, and I squirmed in my seat with each one. He finally finished, and then kissed me once more before he announced he was leaving for work, and would call me at lunch so we could meet. Now, I am left to do the dishes, or, rather, I am left to load the dishwasher (best invention besides air conditioning). So, I put away the leftover cinnamon rolls and icing, and then load the dishwasher. I then make a list of things I have to do today. First on the list is laundry, so I gather up the dirty clothes, but it takes me a while, as Edward and I have dirty clothes all over our bedroom from our sexcapades. I sort them into the four categories Mom and Ga-ga taught me: white, darks, lights, and delicates. I decided to start with the whites. Since I was such a laundry lover, I somehow convinced Edward that I needed two washers and two dryers. He didn't complain, since he hated laundry.

After putting them in the washing machine, I started the grocery list for the week. I tried to only go grocery shopping once a week. I had already made a note of what we had in the house, and what I knew I needed for Edward's birthday dinner tonight, so I just needed to decide on the other meals. Saturday is our lazy day, so we don't bother making dinner. We just have leftovers. It took me a little longer than usual, but I got my list finished before the laundry was finished. After doing the whites, I decide to strip our bed; things can get pretty messy in our bed, and I'm not talking about food. So, I put the whites in the first dryer, then put the sheets and comforter in the washing machine. I don't start the dryer, though, because I am going grocery shopping.

Thankfully, both the Trader Joe's and Whole Foods aren't that far from the house, and I get my shopping done quickly. I'm cooking Edward's favorite tonight, filet mignon with roast potatoes, sautéed mushrooms, caramelized onions, green beans, and yummy bars for dessert.

Once I am home, and have put away the groceries, I put the sheets and comforter in the other dryer, and turn both on, and then start the next load of laundry. After that, I looked at the time; I've still got a good hour before Edward usually calls me during his lunch break. So, I decided to see if there was anything else that I could do around the house. I go into the living room, and find our favorite blankets strewn across the floor, instead of their usual place. It brings back memories of Tuesday night, when Edward came home to find me curled up on the couch, reading some erotic book on my Kindle.

I faintly heard the back door open, and Edward's voice call out,

"Love? I'm home."

I didn't respond, too engrossed in my book.

Suddenly, my Kindle was ripped from my hands,

"Hey! I was reading that!"

He chuckled,

"I'm so much better than any book you could read. Besides, why would you even read this when you have the real deal every night?"

I blushed,

"I've been trying to get more confident in the bedroom. I thought, if I read these books, they'd help me."

He helped me stand, then gently kissed my lips,

"Love, you don't need to read in order to become confident in the bedroom. You become more confident each time we make love, or fuck. You just don't see it."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really. Let me show you." He took my hand, and started leading me across the room, and up the stairs.

"But, my blanket…"

"I'll warm you up soon enough."

As soon as we were through the bedroom door, the clothes started flying, mine more so than his. Then, as soon as I was down to my bra and thong, he led me to the master closet, positioning me in front of him, and in front of the full-length mirror. After that, he started kissing my neck, talking as he did so,

"Did you know that you have this special spot…right…here *kiss*, that, when I kiss it, you just melt in my arms?"

I knew the spot well. It was where my neck met my collarbone, and it also happened to be his favorite place to mark me, too.

His kisses stopped as he continued his speech,

"You are so fucking tiny, love. I could wrap two of me around you, except for these breasts. Your tits are fucking amazing. The perfect handful; not too small and not too big."

He then cupped then, as if to emphasize his point. Then, he removed my bra in one swift movement, that, had I not been looking, I would have missed it. Before I could even fully register being semi-nude in front of the mirror, Edward started twirling my nipples between his fingers. I leaned my head back, and moaned.

"No, love. Look at us, look how fucking amazing you look under my fingers."

This time, I couldn't look away. I was moving my body with his, as he played me like his piano. Then, his left arm wrapped around my waist, and his right made quick work of my thong. I was now fully nude in front of the mirror. I had never really looked at myself in the nude before, nor had I any desire to do so. Before Edward, I was almost ashamed of my body. I didn't like looking at myself, because I was convinced something was wrong with me, since all my friends had boyfriends (or, in some cases, girlfriends), and I had never been asked out before. When I met Edward, I was still, in some ways, scared that he'd see my body, and run away. He instantly quelled those fears. He made sure to compliment me at every turn. I loved it.

He then pulled at my belly ring, saying,

"I know it isn't the same as my tongue doing it, but it'll do for now." I didn't care if it was his tongue, or his fingers…him pulling at my belly ring did things to me. I was almost afraid to admit it, but, it made me think about our wedding night, and how he pulled on it with his teeth that night, each and every time.

Then, he moved further down, cupping me,

"Your pussy is perfection, Bella. So soft, and so wet…and it's all for me; no one else. No one has ever seen it, and no one else will see it. It's mine. You were made for me to touch, to kiss, and to fuck."

His words made me even wetter, and he knew it,

"Damn, love, you're getting wetter. Can't have that go to waste."

Then, he brought his hand up, and licked each of his fingers as though I were the sugar leftover from eating a donut.

Before I could really recover from that sight, Edward dropped to his knees, and pulled me close to his face as he began licking me in earnest. Then, he'd slow down, and just kiss me. Just when I thought I'd explode from impatience, he pulled back,

"You really don't know how gorgeous you look right now. Look at yourself in the mirror…see what I see when I do this to you."

I tried to look, but my eyes were watering, so I blinked a few times, then, I saw it…I looked like a sex goddess (or what I imagined one to look like). My hair was a mess, my skin was flushed, and covered in Edward's marks, but I had never looked better. As soon as he saw me smile, Edward started up again. The barbell in his tongue was like icing on the cake; it made every single movement of his tongue more intense. Then, I was coming; I couldn't help it. It was a powerful one, too, but Edward didn't seem to mind. In fact, he loved it. He held me by the ass until I had finished…thank goodness, or I would have fallen over.

He then stood up again,

"Now you know how I see you."

Then, he just left me to recover while he went into the shower. Once I got my bearings back, I followed him in, and saw him stroking himself through the shower door. I had to rectify this, so I quietly opened the door, and dropped to my knees. I swallowed him whole, and began working my mouth until he came just a short time later.

"I'll never get over the fact that you can do that, love. I love you."

"I love you, too, Edward."

Then, we finished washing, and then went back to the bedroom, and promptly fell asleep.

After reading for about an hour, I take the sheets out of the dryer, put Edward's colors in the dryer, and put my colors in the washer. I quickly go upstairs, and redo the bed linens. As I am smoothing out the pillows, my phone rings. Edward is coming home, and will be bringing home lunch/dinner from our favorite Asian bistro, Kuma's Asian Bistro.

I realized that I had at least an hour before he got home, so I quickly tried to get everything else on my to-do list done, like straighten up the bathrooms, and the clothes are folded. That was done pretty quickly, because I realized that I have already done those things; silly Bella. So, I decided to instead, take a quick nap on the couch in our living room…it's so comfy! When I woke up, I noticed that Edward was sitting in front of me, just watching me sleep. I quickly sat up, worried about what I had missed. He just smiled,

"Sleeping Beauty, welcome back to the land of the living."

"Happy Birthday, Edward."

"Thanks, love. Now, why don't we eat some Kumas?"

I smiled back,

"Sounds like a plan, then I'll get started on your birthday dinner."

Edward ran into the kitchen, and plated some food for us while I set up the TV for us to watch his favorite show, The Office. I had never seen it before, but Edward was introducing me to it, season by season (he had them all on DVD, and, since it was summer, he wanted to try and catch me up before the new season started that fall). We were currently on season two, and, in honor of his birthday, I decided we would watch his favorite episode of the season, "The Injury". I had really liked the series thus far, and Edward told me I needed to watch the rest whenever I could, even if it was without him. That was my plan for the rest of the summer; to binge-watch The Office every chance I got.

When Edward returned, we watched the show while we ate. Every so often, Edward would laugh, and I would join him. I had to agree with him; this episode was hilarious. When we finished eating, I took our plates and silverware back to the kitchen, and put them in the dishwasher. I also took out the cinnamon rolls from earlier, along with the extra frosting, and placed a candle in one of the rolls. I lit it, and then carefully brought it all back to the living room.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Edward…happy birthday to you!" I sang.

Edward immediately took note of the extra icing, and his eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. As soon as I got in front of him, he blew out the candle, and then took it out. Locking his eyes with mine, he seductively licked the icing off of the candle. Then, I put the plates down on the coffee table. He immediately picked up the bowl of extra icing, and pulled me close to him. Then, he placed the icing on my neck, and licked it off.

If I wasn't wet before, I certainly was now. I moaned, and he growled into my neck.

"I thought this icing was delicious on its own, but, on you, love, it's divine. The best ambrosia. Only one other place would make it even better."

I knew where he was talking about, so I just enjoyed his honeyed voice,

"I know you washed the sheets today, but too damn bad; we're going to dirty them up again. I need some icing on my favorite dessert."

He then picked me up, threw me over his shoulders, and carried me in one arm while he carried the extra icing in the other. As soon as we entered the room, he placed the plate on his bedside table, and then tossed me onto the bed.

"Strip!" He commanded. I was suddenly glad he didn't ask me to speak; my throat was dry. I could have sworn all the liquid had gone to my kitty. I immediately started stripping. By the time I got to my lingerie, Edward stopped me.

Somehow, I found my voice,

"What, Edward? You don't want to see your favorite parts?"

He chuckled,

"That's not it, and you know it. In fact, my favorite part of your body is your eyes, not your tits and pussy. No, I stopped you because I am just in awe of how damn lucky I am that you are mine. It still doesn't seem real; I'm truly the luckiest bastard on the face of this earth."

Before I could say that I was the lucky one, Edward pulled me in for a kiss. This was no ordinary kiss, though, this kiss was meant to be passionate. Edward showed his dominance over me in the kiss, and I let him. I wanted him to be in control; in fact, I craved it.

When we broke away, Edward started kissing his way down my neck, stopping to leave his mark on me. Sure, I got odd looks when I went to the grocery store, or any other errand, but I loved showing them off. Along with my wedding ring, they were physical reminders of our love.

I didn't get to focus too much on the marks Edward left, because his lips were soon on my belly ring, tugging it with his teeth. I arched my back off the bed,

"Edward!"

I could see him smile, and then he went even further, taking a long lick from my opening to my clit. I was lost in the sensation. But, then, all too soon, he was gone again. Before I could voice my complaint, Edward was spreading the leftover icing onto my already wet kitty, and then dove back in to lick it off. When I moaned, he growled. Soon, I was screaming out his name, coming all over his face. When I felt him move away, I was almost a bowl of Jell-O, and my eyes were hazy. When I finally came around, I saw Edward licking his fingers.

"What in the name of all that is holy are you doing, Edward?"

"Well, love, if you want me to be perfectly honest, I am enjoying my new favorite snack…Isabella's pussy a la mode."

I giggled,

"Now for the main event…I'm not sure I can be gentle tonight, love."

"Edward, you know I'm fine with whatever you want to do to me. Besides, it's your birthday; do whatever you want."

This made Edward even more passionate; he turned us over, and had me on top of him. Now, I will admit that being on top had made me incredibly nervous the first time Edward had me do it…three days after our wedding night. But, in the months since our wedding, I have become very comfortable with almost everything Edward has exposed me to, sexually. There are a few things I haven't quite gotten the hang of, but I know I will.

Once I was on top of him, I took a moment to admire my husband. Six foot-three, full of muscle, six pack abs, and full of tattoos and piercings. How did I ever get so lucky? Then, I noticed his left hand on my hip…his wedding band glinted in the light, and I felt myself getting wetter.

"Love…are you getting wetter?"

I blushed,

"Yes…I can't believe I am yours."

"Well, believe it, love. I'm not going anywhere. Now, let's get to practicing making those babies we've been talking about; after all, practice makes perfect."

Edward had a point. We had both decided to wait until at least Christmas before starting to actively trying to get pregnant. That way, we would have almost a year of marriage under our belts before having children. But, that didn't mean we couldn't enjoy the baby-making process. After all, now that I was married, I wanted to have sex a lot! I mean, just looking at Edward sometimes got me all, as Ga-ga says, "hot and bothered".

Soon, our bodies found their natural rhythm, but Edward took it to a whole new level. I was feeling him in places I never thought possible before now. Then, I felt him hit a new spot, one I had never felt activated before. I let out a loud moan, and Edward sensed he was doing something right, and kept going. Then, before I knew it, I felt this odd sensation. It was like I was going to pee, but I knew that wasn't it; I always used the bathroom before Edward and I were together. But, I still couldn't shake this feeling, so I told Edward,

"I'm going to pee!"

He grinned, and kept pounding away,

"No you're not. Just relax; it'll be okay."

I trusted him, but I still couldn't shake the feeling. Then, the feeling became overwhelming. So, I lifted off of Edward, and saw a squirt of clear liquid leave my kitty, and hit Edward's tattooed chest.

I immediately covered my eyes as I sat back on his legs. I was ashamed.

Edward was laughing…how could he be laughing at a time like this? I wanted comfort, not laughter!

I opened my eyes, ready to scold him, when I saw him fist pump the air.

"What in the name of God's green earth are you so excited about Edward Anthony Masen? I'm over here ashamed beyond anything else, and you're giving God a fist bump."

He stopped, then smiled, and said,

"Isabella, love, I know you're ashamed, but, really, there is nothing to be ashamed of; what you did was natural. Granted, not many people do it, but it is all very natural."

I was about to open my mouth to scream at him about how messed up it was for it to be "natural" to pee on your spouse during sex, when he stopped me.

"Isabella, what you did was not what you think it was; you, love, just squirted."

"I'm sorry, I did what?!"

Then, Edward proceeded to explain to me what just happened. I guess I was really naïve when it came to matters of sex; I had never heard of squirting, nor had I ever seen it. Once I was calm again, I realized Edward still hadn't come, so I got my bearings back, and noticed he was still rock hard. After that, I rode him to his heart's content, where we both got to come, and I collapsed onto his chest, where we both fell asleep for a short nap.

When I woke up a few hours later, I noticed how dirty the sheets were, thanks to the icing, my squirting, and our combined juices. I decided to run another load of laundry once Edward got up. In the meantime, I grabbed a robe and went back downstairs to see if there was anything else I could do in the kitchen. Noticing that everything was fine, I went in to the living room, and decided to watch Jeopardy! I had recorded it earlier in the day; Edward and I liked to watch it together to see, between the two of us, who would "win", should we ever be on the show, which we had no intentions of ever trying out.

Jeopardy was just about to start the "Double Jeopardy" round when Edward came downstairs, sleep pants showing off the "v" of his hips, and looking sexy as anything. I immediately paused Jeopardy.

"You could have woken me up so I wouldn't wake up alone."

"I would have, but you were sleeping so soundly that I just couldn't bear to wake you up. Besides, you were already snoring."

"I do not snore, Isabella."

"Yes, you do. But, I love you anyway."

I walked up to him, and he pulled me into a short, sweet kiss. We watched the rest of Jeopardy, and then decided on a late dinner, but Edward didn't mind; in fact, he actually helped me grill the steaks! After dinner, we were both stuffed, but managed to watch three more episodes of The Office before going back to the bedroom to change our sheets. Edward and I had learned during the first few weeks of our marriage that I got extremely wet during sex, so we would have to change our sheets more often than we originally thought. So, we bought more sheet sets. Thankfully, we also bought multiples of each set, so we could enjoy the set for longer than just one wash. While Edward was stripping the bed, I grabbed an identical set from the linen closet that was in our bathroom. When he returned, we both worked on making our bed.

I must admit that I was much better at making the bed than Edward; it may have to do with the fact that my parents, and both sets of grandparents required that I make my bed every morning before going anywhere. It was rough, but I am the best at hospital corners now. Edward, bless his heart, struggles with making sure the fitted sheet is on correctly.

But, it's the little things that make me so happy. Sure, he may not be the best at making the bed, but he does other little things that make me swoon. He always leaves me a handwritten note if he leaves before I wake up. He writes songs for me. He fills my car with gas so I never run out, and he is always holding my hand when we are in public together. I am truly blessed to call him my husband.

AN: This chapter was my first attempt at writing lemons. I hope I did well. Let me know what you think of this chapter :)