Wow, so I got hit with a massive case of writer's block during this chapter. Thanks to 4theluvofmary though I was able to come out of it and come back better than before. I'm WARNING you now. Hot, hot lemon at the end of the chapter. Swearing, dominating Edward...if that's not your thing, skip it. Nothing plot related happens. Actually there's not even really a plot to this story so forget it, lol. Anyway the lemon itself was like 11 pages long so tada...the longest chapter in ANS ever. Last chapter was child's play compared to the length of this one.
What else do I have to say? Oh yeah, I posted the Halloween-shot. One word: Jizz (lol that was for you Steph). If you haven't read it, check it out. It's pretty funny. Uh, I wrote my first ever action scene in Secret...very well received so I was proud. I recommend you read that story too. One reader didn't even realize I wrote that story and ANS, haha.
Robert Pattinson will be on the cover of EW tomorrow. I think my neighbors should be prepared for screams when I open my mailbox and see his gorgeous face. I saw the picture already...he was beautiful. The movie comes out in like 15 days. How exciting?! I have to remind my mother almost weekly that it comes out the 21st. She's all like: when's that coming out again? oh yeah, you always tell me. I'm thinking: I know, it's fuck annoying, lol.
I don't own Twilight but if you haven't started reading The Antidote by jandco (like I have)...shame on you ;)
I woke up the following morning to a light knocking on the door. I panicked and realized I had fallen asleep. I checked Edward and he seemed to be alright. His face was pressed against the soft white pillow I shared with him and his breathing was even. I kissed his temple and slipped out of bed. I put on the silk robe that went over my camisole and shorts set. I opened the door and Rosalie was smiling tentatively.
"Hey," I whispered.
"Morning! Alice and Jasper sent me over. It's about 9:15. We're having breakfast. Are you hungry? How's Edward doing?"
I glanced back at Edward. He was completely knocked out.
"Uh, he's alright. He got up once to blow chunks but it could be worse," I grinned.
"Only you would see it that way," she shook her head.
"What are you guys having?" I peeked past her to catch a glimpse of what they were doing in the kitchen.
"We're having Fourth of July Pancakes as Isla called them," she giggled.
"What does that mean?" I asked curiously.
"It means two strawberries for eyes, blueberries for a nose, and a whipped cream smile."
I giggled. That was definitely creative.
"I'll bet Emmett had a conflict of interest before he began eating, didn't he?"
She laughed.
"Of course. You know him. 'The smile looked too good to eat,'" she imitated him to perfection.
I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle my giggles. Once I had enough composure I told her I'd try waking Edward up and then meet them for breakfast. I strolled over to his spot on the bed and curled in next to him. His arm instinctually wrapped around me and pulled me closer to him. I play with the hair on his forehead and brushed my fingers through his silky locks.
"Edward," I whispered.
No response.
"Edward," I said a little louder.
His eyebrows crinkled together and he sighed a bit.
"Edward, babe. You have to get up," I traced his bare collarbone.
His eyes slowly opened and I was rewarded with those two dark green orbs I loved so much.
"What time is it?" his voice was thick with sleep and his hangover.
His right hand came up to rub his eyes and he groaned. I was sure he was feeling like a champ.
"It's a little after 9:15. Everyone's eating breakfast. We're supposed to be going to the beach. Remember?"
He sighed.
"Yeah. I remember."
"How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Do you want to skip the beach?"
He chuckled lightly.
"One question at a time, Bella. I'm alright. I'll be ready for the beach, just grab me a glass of water while I wash up, okay? And please tell me we're having something grainy. I need all this alcohol to be absorbed."
"Yeah, we're having Fourth of July pancakes," I grinned.
He looked at me confusedly.
"Just get dressed and meet me over there," I began to scoot off the bed.
Edward's arm shot out to wrap around my waist and stop me from moving. I glanced at him over my shoulder and he was looking at something. I looked down at my back and I realized what he was staring at. His eyes were transfixed on the gray silk I was wearing. They traveled up to meet mine and a look of lust clouded his features.
"I missed this yesterday?" he whispered.
I nodded my head.
He groaned.
"Never let me near a bottle of Cuervo or Vodka ever again. I don't even know what got into me. I haven't drunk that much since my first time in college."
I chuckled. Edward had been in school for so many years that I could only imagine how long ago it was that he'd gotten so trashed. I ruffled his hair and hopped out of bed. I was just about to open the door when he called out for me.
"Bella?" he sounded nervous.
"Yeah?"
"I didn't…you know…do anything…embarrassing, did I?" he rubbed the back of his neck while he sat up.
"Not fairly," I smirked and ran out the room before he could process that.
I laughed the entire way over the kitchen. Emmett gave me a confused look while Rosalie raised her eyebrows. Jasper was reading the newspaper and Alice hadn't really made eye contact with me much since our argument.
"Edward is concerned he did some embarrassing stuff last night," I winked dramatically.
"Ohhh," Rosalie grinned.
"So what are we gonna lie to him about?" Emmett wondered.
Jasper placed the newspaper down and shook his head. I knew he was trying to seem aloof but I could tell he was interested.
"I don't know. Any suggestions?" I inquired.
"I say we make him think he was the one who previewed his cock for everyone," Emmett laughed.
"No, it's gotta be something better," Rosalie added.
Jasper looked pensive while Alice tried to look disinterested. I knew she didn't want to give me the satisfaction of speaking to me or acknowledging my presence but it was impossible not be interested. Rosalie snapped her fingers and sat up with a grin.
"I've got it," she announced.
We all looked at her expectantly.
"How about we make him think he said something really homocentric to Jasper? Jasper showed us his package last night and Emmett is his brother. It would make the most sense if it were Jazz."
I clamped a hand over my mouth to hide the giggles. Jasper's face which was previously in a smile had dropped to a blank look of shock. I'm sure he hadn't intended to be included in Edward's embarrassment. Emmett chuckled into his arms while he placed his head on the table.
Alice was fighting a smile and Rosalie looked smug. I nodded my agreement and bit my lip when Edward walked in the room. His boxers were on but his hair was a mess. It was tousled beyond control.
"Hey, guys. I'm really sorry about last night," his voice was as low as a whisper.
He grabbed at his throat and rolled his eyes. He took his seat next to me and kissed my temple. Rosalie pushed over his plate of pancakes with a wide grin. She was overdoing it but he couldn't even tell.
"Thanks, Rose," he smiled.
"Hey, Jasper," Emmett looked at me conspiratorially.
My eyes widened.
"What don't you give Edward that banana of yours? You're not eating it, right? Edward likes your…I mean those…bananas," Emmett winked.
Jasper choked on his coffee and Edward gave Emmett a weird look.
"Emmett I don't even like bananas," Edward narrowed his eyes in Emmett's direction.
I played with my robe to avoid revealing the smirk I was wearing.
"Oh, really? I could have sworn you mentioned something about them last night," Emmett looked pensive.
He shrugged and spoke to Rosalie. She engaged him and played with his curly hair. I heard Edward swallow hard. I looked at him and he closed his eyes. I'm sure the implications of Emmett's comments and what I said to him before I left the room were catching up. His eyes fluttered open and he took a determined bite of his pancake.
"Hey Jasper are you expecting a package? I feel like I remember someone saying something about you and your package. Rosie, baby, do you remember who it was?" he turned in his chair to face her.
"No, Em-bear. I'm sorry. I don't think it was any of us girls. If you don't remember saying it then I wonder who did?" she tapped her chin.
Edward's chair groaned against the tile and he stood up.
"I'm going to get dressed. Bella, why don't you come with me?" he looked down at me intently.
I glanced at the rest of the group and shrugged. Edward grabbed my hand and practically ran with me to our bedroom. He closed the door and locked it. I turned around and he was staring at me with wide eyes.
"Bella? What. Did. I. Do?" he asked slowly.
"I don't exactly remember. I was drinking pretty heavily myself. I think it had to do with Jasper and a banana…or was it a package," I shrugged.
I walked over to him and threw my arms around his neck.
"Sorry, babe. I don't know," I pecked him and walked past him.
I unlocked the door, winked over my shoulder, and disappeared into the bathroom. Once inside I started to giggle uncontrollably. I covered my mouth just in case Edward was outside the door. After I had composed myself I glanced towards the kitchen.
Isla was clearing the table, while George read the newspaper at the island. I went back to our bedroom and found Edward staring at two pairs of swim trunks laid out on the bed. I wrapped my arms around his waist and popped my head up from under his arm.
"I don't know which one to wear. Alice made me buy both and I'm not sure which pair she'll be happier with. What are you wearing?" he asked.
"Who said I was wearing anything?" I teased.
"Isabella," he groaned.
I giggled and went over to my suitcase. I held up the Victoria's Secret swimsuit Rosalie had helped me pick out. Edward swallowed and I smiled in response. I loved having that effect on him.
"I think I'll wear the black ones. For consistency," he smiled.
I untied my robe and tugged my shorts down. I heard Edward clear his throat and glanced at him. He was already in the black swim trunks. I glared at him and pulled my top off. It was hardly fair he was about to get a show and I'd missed everything but I relented. I made a show of it to tug my underwear down slowly. Edward was shaking his head.
"You're so lucky Jasper's parents have those trees purposely grown high," he chuckled.
I squeaked and grabbed my robe to hide myself. I had forgotten the entire wall was made of glass. I grabbed a towel from our closet, wrapped it around myself, snatched my swim suit, and stalked out the door. I could hear Edward laughing from our room. I got dressed quickly and when I went back into our room Edward was missing. I packed a bag with everything we'd need and closed the door behind me.
Edward was in the family room, looking at pictures of Jasper and his family. I snuck up behind him and stared at one picture. It was of Jasper and his sister Summer. They had matching white grins and were sitting in the grass together. Alice had shown me pictures of his parent's plantation in Georgia so I knew this was the front lawn.
"They're so beautiful," I murmured.
And it was true. Aside from Edward and Emmett and Alice and her sister Cynthia I'd never seen a pair of siblings so beautiful. They had matching blonde hair, although Jasper's was darker. Their skin was tan from spending so much time in the sun and their bone structure screamed 'I should be a model.' Summer had higher cheekbones and narrower eyes than Jasper but she was beautiful.
"We should all go there sometime. To Jasper's parent's plantation. I hear it's a ton of fun," Edward grinned.
"We should," I kissed his cheek.
"ALRIGHT, LET'S BE OUT THIS BITCH!" Emmett shouted.
I rolled my eyes and dragged Edward with me. We followed Alice and Jasper to the garage. We all piled into the x3 and groaned at the tight space. Emmett had been nominated to sit up front with Jasper since he was too huge to fit in the backseat. Edward took the middle seat so he could stretch his legs and Rosalie and I took either side of Edward.
Alice squeezed in on Rosalie's side since she was thinner. Jasper pulled out of the affluent neighborhood and drove to the beach with perfect driving. He drove fast but not in the terrifying way Emmett or Edward did. Jasper was unsurprisingly an agile and smooth driver.
We parked the car and practically trampled on each other to get out. I almost fell when Jasper opened my door; thankfully Edward held onto my waist and helped me out. Jasper led us down to a less crowded spot and we set out our towels and beach chairs. I looked around the beach. It was pretty packed. It seemed as though everyone in Westhampton was coming out for July 4th.
I took my tank top off and pulled my shorts down. I heard a low whistle and I saw Emmett wink at me. I rolled my eyes and threw my flip flop at him. Rosalie laughed and planted next to me.
Alice took the spot next to her left and made sure Rosalie was a buffer between us. I put my sunglasses on and grabbed the tanning oil from my beach bag. I started to lather myself until I noticed Edward standing still. He was staring at me intently while he fumbled through our beach bag. He wasn't even looking at what he was doing.
I decided to have some fun with him so I squirted a huge spot between my cleavage. I rubbed it in vigorously and licked my lip. I heard something pop and I zeroed in on his hand. The sun block top had been popped open by Edward squeezing it so hard. I giggled and turned my attention back to Rosalie.
She was talking to Alice about what her parents were doing this weekend. Her father had unsuccessfully tried to convince her to visit her mother in Boston. He wouldn't give up hope that maybe Valerie still had feelings for the Vice Admiral. It was actually somewhat funny how Rosalie called her father Admiral when he was pissed. If he was behaving well she'd be nice and call him Jack but if he was frustrated or angry she'd resort to Admiral. For some reason it pushed his buttons.
"I told him no. I was sick of being ping ponged. My mother seems perfectly content with life right now. Of course she has those moments when she misses him but I think she's just happy to be free of the drama. He can be such a baby. I swear to God when that man is 80-years-old he'll still be stubborn as a mule and dumb as a doorknob," she chuckled.
I looked back at where Edward had been and he was missing. I glanced over to my left and he was throwing a football around with Jasper and Emmett. Emmett and Jasper were on one side. They would tackle each other intermittingly to capture the ball. Edward would laugh and purposely throw it towards Jasper so Emmett would get all huffy and Jasper would get trampled. My man was a deviant.
Each time he drew his arm back to throw the ball I let out an audible gasp. Rosalie would chuckle while Alice hid a smile. Everything from his neck, to his shoulder blades, to his lower back would tense up and relax. His muscle definition was driving me insane. After a while, I gave up on trying to control my sexual desires so I closed my eyes and lay down. I could feel the hot sun against my skin and I smiled. I was usually pale but I loved getting a tan and laying in the sun just as much as the next person.
"So, did you and Jazz…you know?" I heard Rosalie ask Alice.
I didn't open my eyes but I continued listening. They couldn't have a conversation like that and not expect me to listen. I heard Alice laugh nervously and I smiled.
"Yeah, all that Cuervo did nothing for him. He's a Southerner. He takes it like a man," she spoke in a Southern accent and giggled.
"I'll bet," Rosalie laughed.
"He was as hard as a freaking cement wall. We didn't go for as long as we normally do but I was still impressed," she admitted.
"How many?" Rosalie asked.
I unfortunately knew what she was asking about. As much as Rosalie loved divulging and hearing about everyone's intimate lives I was still uncomfortable with hearing about how many times Alice…
"Four," she whispered.
"WHAT?!" Rosalie bellowed.
Alice shushed her and I giggled. I felt Rosalie slap my arm and I laughed harder. My eyes snapped open and I looked over. They were both lying down.
"Did you honestly expect me not to hear you two?" I wondered.
"You could have said something…shit…here they come," Rosalie warned.
"Hey, we were wondering when you guys wanted to have lunch. We can stay on the beach for the rest of the day if you'd like. It's only 11:30. I wanted to catch the sunset. Summer and I always stayed for sunset," Jasper smiled wistfully.
"Of course we can stay Jazzy! Girls?" Alice asked.
Rosalie and I nodded. I wouldn't mind catching a sunset with Edward.
"Great!" he grinned.
"We're heading in the water. You girlies up for some Chicken?" Emmett wiggled his eyebrows.
Rosalie looked at Alice and then me. She took her sunglasses off.
"You bitches are on," and with that she took off towards the shoreline.
I took my sunglasses off and sighed. Edward lent me a hand to help me up and we strolled towards the water. He was a fast runner but I was by no means graceful. We walked into the water and I squealed at how cold it was. He chuckled and stood behind me. We walked in together until it was too deep for me to continue walking.
He picked me up bridal style and continued in until he was standing with Emmett and Jasper. Alice was already perched on Jasper's shoulders and Rosalie was waiting for Emmett. She climbed and squeezed her legs around him tightly. His forearms looked even more massive as his muscles strained to keep her steady. Edward let go of me, dove under the water, and came back up as he held onto my thighs.
"Hold on tight, Bella," he glanced up at me.
They way his hair brushed across my center was maddening. I wondered if he did that on purpose.
"Okay, rules are there are no rules, except no attacking the guys," Emmett shot us all a look.
I chuckled and ruffled Edward's wet hair. He squeezed my calf as Emmett whistled our start. Rosalie went in for the kill and came after me. I pushed her off but she came back strong. Her fists interlocked with mine and we fought against one another. Emmett was yelling his encouragement while Edward made fun of him for being immature. Alice was squealing and clapping her hands together while Jasper laughed loudly.
"Come on, Bella. You can do it," Jasper yelled.
I grinned and a thought came to me. I glanced down quickly and laughed.
"Emmett, are you pitching a tent?" I laughed.
Rosalie glanced down quickly but not quick enough for me to miss the chance to push her over. Edward laughed loudly and raised his hand to give me a high five. I immediately went after Alice while Rosalie and Emmett argued over their loss. Alice and I took longer. It seemed like we were letting out our frustrations with one another during the Chicken match.
Edward was teetering a little more than before and Jasper was trying to hold onto Alice frame to keep her steady. She was ready to practically jump on me. I kept my wrists firm and struggled against her. Somehow I lifted my hips off of Edward's shoulders and pushed down hard. Alice went down while Jasper stood firm. He was still holding her legs while the rest of her fell into the water behind his back.
Edward ducked and let me off. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he kissed me. I smiled at him yet somehow I couldn't be satisfied with my victory. It felt petty. Alice curled into Jasper side and put her head on his shoulder. It had gotten awkward so we all decided to leave and have lunch.
After lunch, Emmett fell asleep so Edward, Rosalie, and I buried him in the sand. When he woke up and couldn't move, I laughed hard. I don't think I'd laughed so hard in my entire laugh actually. He was swearing and unsuccessfully trying to flail his arms around. Once he broke free he grabbed me, while Edward grabbed Rosalie. We both got thrown into the water.
Alice and Jasper met back up with us and we started a splashing war. For once Emmett won. Edward's intellect and strength was no match for Emmett's massive arms and body. He spent the rest of the afternoon gloating about it. A few men with Speedos passed by and Emmett threw in a few jokes for Edward's humiliation. Poor Edward still thought he had said some pretty less than platonic things about Jasper's member.
"Hey, Alice which one of those guys has more of bulge like Jasper?" Emmett asked.
"I don't know, Em-bear. What do you think, Edward?" she smiled angelically.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. I stifled a laugh and rubbed his back. I placed a kiss on his shoulder and he relaxed.
"So what's the plan for tonight?" I asked Jasper.
"Isla is grilling hot dogs, burgers, sausages…the works before we get home. Our neighborhood has a fireworks display so we'll just eat and watch them out back for tonight," he replied.
"That sounds nice. How long is it?" I wondered.
"About an hour, I guess," he shrugged.
Edward and I treated the group to ice cream while we waited for the sunset. At around 6:30 the sky had become completely pink. There were shades of gold, violet, and orange but the sky was a beautiful pink.
I rested my head against Edward's shoulder while I finished the remainder of my vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles. I loved that Edward and I had chosen the exact same thing. He pressed his cool, sticky, lips against my forehead and I smiled up at him.
"Oh, wow! You guys just look perfect," a man smiled at us.
He was wearing a t-shirt, and swim trunks but had a professional camera draped around his neck.
"Do you mind if I take a picture?" he wondered.
We all looked at each other and nodded. Rosalie ran up and asked him to take a picture for us with her camera as well. We all bunched together and smiled brightly. I was squished between Edward and Rose. He took two 'normal' pictures with his and Rosalie's camera. The next was a silly one. I put some ice cream on Edward's nose and proceeded to stick my tongue out and lick it off. As sexual as it sounded it ended up being more along the lines of immature.
He put ice cream in my hair and I got sprinkles lost in his. The man eventually left us with his card, which was wet. We all laughed and thanked him for the pictures. He'd gotten a lot of candid ones I'm sure. I blushed furiously when Edward thanked for him for the card because he fully intended on calling him when Edward and I got married.
I ducked my head into his chest and he laughed. The prospect of marrying Edward was terrifying being that I was only 24 but in the same way it was exhilarating. Waking up to Edward every morning, being Mrs. Bella Masen, I could get used to it. We packed up half-heartedly and drove back the house. I fell asleep as did Emmett. Only according to everyone else he snored and I mumbled Edward's name.
I took a long shower with Edward which actually ended up being productive once we were able to get past the kissing. He washed my hair for me as I did for him. I wasn't sure if it was the high of being with him or not but I was giggling uncontrollably when I washed the sprinkles out. Of course, there were a few sneaky touches here and there but, for the most part, I considered getting out of the shower without having sex or making it to third base as being productive.
I put on a white, linen, short-sleeved blouse and khaki shorts on. Edward put on a simple white t-shirt and cargo shorts. When we walked out everyone was on the deck and laughing. Jasper had the radio on while Emmett sat at the table, pouring food onto his plate, and rapping along with some unknown song. Alice and Rosalie were giggling uncontrollably.
"Oh! Hey, Edward! Jasper saved one of his special, trademark, sausages just for you," he winked at Edward.
Edward's crooked grin instantly disappeared. I stifled a laugh and took a seat next to Jasper. He was as tense as tight rope. Edward planted into the seat next to me and glared at Emmett.
"Alright, I've been quiet about these jokes all day long. Will someone please just tell me what the hell I did?" Edward shouted.
I bit my lip and immediately felt bad. I wondered if I should pin it on Rosalie right away or fess up…
Fess up.
"Edward, babe," I placed a hand on his thigh.
He looked at me reluctantly. I could tell he figured it was all Emmett's fault.
"Edward…um, you didn't do anything."
It was silent.
"What do you mean? I've been hearing Emmett joke all day long," he wondered.
"We were just teasing. You didn't do anything yesterday aside from strip down to your boxers."
"That's it?" he asked incredulous.
I nodded ashamedly. I felt bad for worrying him. He sighed heavily.
"Thank God. I was worried I'd be making work on Monday highly awkward for Jasper," Edward relaxed into his chair.
Edward assumedly forgave all of us and we ate dinner peacefully. We laughed, made jokes, and huddled together for the fireworks. We lay in the grass as a group. My head was on Edward's chest while Rosalie rested her head on my stomach.
We were a big happy group of best friends. The best friends anyone anywhere had ever had. Once the fireworks were over, I stood up and stretched. Edward came up behind me and brought his mouth to my ear.
"Bella, go to our room now," he ordered.
My breathing hitched and I nodded stiffly. Uh-oh…I thought I was seemingly forgiven. I gave an awkward goodnight to everyone and walked down our hallway. I walked into our bedroom as Edward closed the door behind me. My body was trembling with the anticipation of what was to come.
I turned around and his eyes were no longer a brilliant emerald but a dark forest green. He had a look of pure lust etched across his features and I knew this would be anything but sweet or innocent. Edward meant business right now.
"You're in so much trouble, Isabella," he spoke in a terrifyingly soft voice.
It was scary how he could maintain his composure and stay even. I knew there was so much bubbling under that façade but somehow I couldn't get myself to realize it was just a ploy. He stalked towards me slowly. I could almost feel my undoing.
His right index finger came to brush up my arm with a feather light movement. My eyes instinctually closed. Edward played with the sleeve of my shirt for a moment before he chuckled. My eyes snapped open and his crooked grin never looked as dangerous and sexy.
"It's such a shame," he mused.
"What is?" I could barely find my voice.
"I rather like this shirt on you….And I can't promise my removal will leave it in the same state," he stared at me intently.
I shivered and his smirk became even more pronounced. He stepped back from me and I looked at him incredulously. I didn't want there to be space. If anything, I needed him closer.
"Now, for your punishment…"
My lips parted. I hadn't realized there was a punishment involved. I figured it'd just be some rough sex. Edward and I were pretty passionate but he'd never just done what he pleased with me. No matter what he was still careful and measured.
"Punishment?" I croaked.
"Mhm," he replied.
"What do I have to do?"
"You'll see," he smiled and walked over to his suitcase.
I watched him curiously. My heart was racing. I didn't know what would be in that suitcase. A part of me was excited and the other was nervous. This could either turn out really great or really crappy for me.
"Close your eyes," he commanded as he walked towards me.
My eyes slipped shut and I waited. The silence was deafening. I couldn't hear Edward at all. His usually audible footsteps were soundless. I felt him behind me and sighed quietly. All of a sudden I felt the familiar feeling of silk brush across my face.
I raised my hands but stopped when Edward muttered an 'uh-uh.' I felt him tie the fabric across my eyes and I realized I was now blindfolded. He stepped closer to me and I felt his obvious excitement in my lower back. His arms snaked from my back to my stomach. His lips pressed against the skin under my ear and I trembled.
"Do you feel what you do to me?"
I nodded vigorously. I could feel it and I wanted more. I wanted all of it. I wanted all of it in me now.
"Tell me what I do to you, Isabella," he breathed under my ear and pressed another kiss.
"I-I can't."
He pulled back abruptly. I was going to take the blindfold off but he grabbed my hand as I spun around to face him. I couldn't see him but I knew he was looking at me.
"What do you mean you can't?"
I sighed. This was embarrassing.
"I can't, Edward. I just sound awful," I admitted.
It was true. I was never much of a dirty talker. Sure, I swore here and there and asked for it harder or faster at times but I wasn't very good at talking dirty. Even Rosalie had given me a lecture on my skills or lack thereof. I was blushing furiously now.
I wondered idly if Edward could tell. Our room had been generously illuminated by the moonlight that shone through our wall of glass. I could feel Edward in front of me now. He was alarmingly close.
"Well then I guess you'll just need a lesson," he whispered.
YES!
Hands weaved into my hair and he pulled my mouth forcefully to his. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. The craving to have him closer would be the death of me. His lips parted expertly against mine. I sucked on his bottom lip and he groaned. I took the opportunity to capture it between my teeth and pull on it, only enough to drive him crazy.
His tongue traced the shape of my lips when I released him and I opened my mouth. His warm tongue was now massaging mine and all I could think about was all the other places I wanted that tongue. I tugged at his hair roughly. Suddenly, he pulled away. I knew even without having to see my eyes he knew I was pissed.
"Patience is a virtue, Bella. That was just a preview. Come on over here," he grabbed my hand and led me slowly across the bedroom.
I hadn't the slightest clue where we were standing now. Edward turned me around and stood behind me.
"Do you know where you are?" he whispered in my ear.
I shook my head.
"You're standing in front of the mirror by the closet. I'm going to give you your first orgasm of the night right in front of this mirror," he spoke in his velvety voice.
I was dripping. I could only imagine what this would look like for him. His hands came to my stomach again. He slowly brought his fingers underneath the fabric and traced slow, light, lines along my bare skin. His index finger dipped below the waistband of my shorts teasingly. It disappeared just as quickly as it went in. I whimpered and I felt him smile against my cheek. His mouth moved past my cheek to neck.
His tongue peeked out and he licked a line from the base of my neck to my jaw. He then proceeded to blow cool air along the spot. I shivered and he chuckled lowly. I was so distracted by his mouth on my neck that I was surprised when I felt him opening my blouse.
When had he undone the buttons? He ripped the shirt down my arms and I gasped. I liked that shirt! The fabric assumedly fluttered down to the floor and I could feel the loss of Edward behind me. I pouted and he laughed.
"Oh no worries, Isabella. I'm still here. I'm just admiring the view….I have say though it's quite obstructed by that bra of yours," I heard him to the right of me.
I could picture him right there; his expression as cool as cucumber but the huge erection, straining against his pants, saying otherwise. I bet his arms were folded over his chiseled chest as well. I couldn't wait until he got rid of the fucking blindfold. I just wanted to see all of him, on top of me.
"Then get rid of it," I managed to say—convincingly—offhand.
I heard him sigh and reclaim his spot behind me. My body immediately relaxed and molded into his. It was like it recognized when he was near. His lips came to my right ear.
"Why don't you take it off?" he suggested in a velvety voice.
My knees were getting weak. I swallowed and nodded. I was quite sure without the top on he could tell I had swallowed hard. I lifted my hands and brought them to back clasp of my bra. I wanted to curse myself for opting out of the front closing one. His hands captured mine and I gasped. He was being unusually rough…and I liked it. He began to laugh again.
"Uh-uh, Isabella. I want you to push the straps down. I want to see your heavy tits be released slowly. And I'm not kidding when I mean slowly," he jerked me closer to his body and released my hands.
I knew I should be terrified and maybe a part of me was, but the more horny part of me couldn't be bothered. I was too turned on. I brought my hands to the straps and did as he asked. I pulled them down slowly to reveal my breasts to him. It was a good thing I was blindfolded actually. Despite the fact I'd had sex with Edward plenty of times now I was still self-conscience.
I heard him let out a groan as the bra settled around my navel. His hands started on my thighs and climbed their way up to my breasts. He cupped them both and we both moaned. Edward didn't waste any time. He began massaging the skin tenderly. My eyes closed and I let my head fall against his chest. I ground my backside into his hardened member.
"Oh, Bella. I love your tits. They're so round and firm. Your nipples are so pink and hard. You could fucking slice through steel with them," he groaned.
He twisted my nipples and I whimpered.
"You like that, Bella? You like it when I twist your tits? I could do this all fucking day," he ground himself against my backside.
I started to pant as we both picked up the pace. I was wondering if maybe Edward would come first tonight instead of me. He proved me wrong though the second his left hand left my breast and dove into my shorts. His fingers parted my drenched lips and I moaned his name.
"I love it when you call my name, Bella. You'll be screaming it over and over for the rest of the night."
His fingers began their ministrations to bring me to my first orgasm. I continued to grind against Edward, making sure I kept in time with his fingers. God, I loved his fingers. He was curling his index and middle finger inside my core. My orgasm was so close I could feel it in my fingers.
Edward knew my body well enough to know I was coming soon so he massaged my breast furiously while his thumb played with my clit. My muscles tightened and I came all over his hand, my panties, and shorts. My mouth formed that tell tale 'o.' Edward's hand left my breast and he leaned forward. I assumed he'd placed his hand on the wall to keep us steady. He hadn't come yet but I knew he was in pain and that he was growing tired of waiting. My chest was heaving with my exaggerated breaths.
"God, Bella. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is to watch you come like that? To watch you come while I finger your warm pussy and play with your clit. And your chest right now. Fuck, I just want to suck on your tits," he spoke huskily.
His voice had lowered so deeply that he was beginning to sound like another Edward. And maybe he was. Maybe this was the side of Edward I'd always wondered existed but never explored out of fear. Edward was a gentleman and probably the most thoughtful man in existence but I was really curious to find out more about this dirty side. Edward pushed off the wall and backed away.
"Bella take your shorts off," he ordered.
I smirked. He'd said the same thing last night.
"Is something funny?"
"You told me the same thing last night during Monopoly," I observed.
It was dead silent.
"Take them off. Now!" he growled.
I undid the button and pulled the zipper. I purposely went slowly. I knew he'd get brusque again if I didn't follow orders. I had pretty much figured out how this night would go. Edward would order me to do things, I would do them…slowly, and he'd share a sexy as fuck running commentary. I couldn't ask for anything better.
The shorts pooled at my ankles. I tugged the rest of the bra off as well. I was still wearing the navy, satin, boy shorts. Edward gulped rather loudly and I smiled. I knew he had a thing for me in blue. I figured why not tease him at the most favorite place of his. I heard his heavy footsteps and his hands pulled my hips to him roughly.
He yanked the fabric down and a burst of cool air invaded my most private of parts. I felt Edward's hands on my ankles. His nose brushed against my right knee and I wobbled a little. I instinctively grabbed onto something, which ended up being his shoulders. His nose traced a light line until it got close to my center and retreated. I groaned. I could feel him stand up and his hands wrapped around my neck.
"Now, Isabella. I'm going to remove the blindfold. I'll need you to climb onto the bed afterwards. I want you on your hands and knees," his voice was paradoxically calm.
I gasped and felt the silk fall down. My eyes adjusted to the change and I could see Edward standing before me. His crooked grin was in place and his shirt was off. When had that happened? Either way I didn't care. He was gorgeous with clothes on. He was breathtaking with clothes off.
I leaned up to press my lips against his but he turned his head. I looked at him confusedly. He raised his eyebrow expectantly and pursed his lips. Oh right, hands and knees. I sighed and walked over to the bed. I climbed on rather dramatically, making sure I pushed my ass out. Once I was in place. I heard his zipper and fabric fall to the floor.
I glanced over my shoulder as he pushed his boxers down and stalked towards me. His emerald green eyes were now a deep forest green that was teetering on the boundary line of turning black. He climbed behind me and hovered over my frame, his lips at my ear again. He kissed the shell and I instinctively squirmed. He pulled back and smirked at me while I stared at him from over my right shoulder.
"Squirming, huh? I can't promise you'll do any squirming tonight but I can promise you'll be crying out my name and begging me to stop. Tonight's about fucking, Isabella. It'll be hard, fast, and rough," he stared at me intensely.
My arms almost gave out right then.
"Now, tonight you'll be getting it from behind. Cause you're a dirty girl and a liar. Dirty girls take it from behind."
I whimpered. His hand parted my lips and I pushed myself against him.
"What did I tell you about patience, Isabella? If you continue I might just have to hold out on the other things I have planned for you."
I nodded submissively but yelped when I felt a hard smack against my right ass cheek.
"So you like that too, huh? I always knew you were a dirty girl beneath that wholesome exterior. I could tell by the way you scream my name. Scream my name, Isabella," he smacked me hard again.
I screamed his name and blushed furiously when I realized the rest of the house could probably hear us.
"The rooms are soundproof. You don't have to worry about your screams. Although, I can guarantee that one must have tested its true limits," he chuckled; it was more maniacal and deep than truly humorous.
His hand ran up my spine into my hair. He fisted it as his tip brushed against my entrance. I sighed shakily.
"Your ass is so red now. You can practically see my handprint…mine," he growled.
I whimpered, again.
"Jasper and Emmett better not see your ass again if I'm drunk. I swear to God if you let them see it I'll spank you like this again. Your sexy, tight, little ass is mine."
Faster than you could say fuck he plunged into me deeply. I threw my head back and forced my arms to stay strong while he held onto my waist tightly. His hand which was in my hair had left to find purchase on my hip.
"Ahh, Bella you feel ever better from behind," he pulled out and delved in again.
I closed my eyes and focused on maintaining my strength. Edward was going in deeper than even he had been. His strokes were fast as lightening but hard at the same time. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass and I moaned pathetically. I couldn't even find words to encourage him. It was so much pleasure at one time I was becoming disoriented.
"Fuck, Bella. Your pussy is so fucking tight and wet. I want to feel you come all over my hard cock. Do it, Bella," he ordered in a breathier voice than he'd been using tonight.
I ground myself against his hard member. I needed even more friction. His thumb and index finger came to clit and he pinched it. I screamed out and came all over him, my juices dripping everywhere. He came right after me. I felt his dick jerk and his cum shoot into me. I moaned throatily and fell forward. My arms just couldn't take it anymore. He fell to my side and closed his eyes. I peeked at him and saw his strong chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Are you tired, Edward?" I caressed his cheek with my fingertips.
His eyes snapped open and they were black. He was obviously ready to go again. His hand grabbed my waist roughly and pulled me to him. He placed my legs on either side of his body and sat me up. I'd always wanted to make love to Edward on top and now was my chance.
I was more tired than I'd ever been but my primal need to ride Edward outweighed everything. I placed my hands on his chest while his hands guided me to his still rock hard erection. He lowered me onto him and I threw my head back. My hair was practically touching my ass.
"Bella…oh…fuck you look so sexy doing that. Ride my cock, baby."
I picked myself up and lowered myself back onto him. My hips rocked against his member like I was a freaking Rodeo professional. I was bouncing up and down at a pretty steady pace but apparently it wasn't enough for Edward. His hands gripped my hips tightly and he guided me.
His hips began to thrust almost violently at me. I was going to be sore tomorrow. I knew it but God did it feel so good. My breasts were swinging and bouncing as well. They were getting tender from the furious bouncing I was doing.
"Squeeze your tits, Bella. Throw your head back while you ride me," he commanded.
I brought my hands to my breasts and squeezed hard. It actually gave some relief. I massaged the flesh just like Edward did. Edward knew how to touch my body even better than I did. He was so attuned to everything that made me feel good. My right hand slid down seductively to where Edward and I were still connected.
I flicked my clit and my head tossed back involuntarily. Edward was grunting like a mad man. I was letting out my own mantra of "yes's" and "Edward's." I looked back at him and he was practically glaring at me. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Our eyes locked and I bit my lip.
"Bella say my…oh fuck…name. Swear. Say something…I need you to…ung…I need to come," he half begged.
"Fuck, Edward! You…yes…feel so good. I'm gonna…come," I screamed.
I dug my nails into his chest and he groaned. I was sure to leave marks tomorrow. My walls clenched around him and we came together. I loved it when we came together. It was like we connected on an even deeper level. We were one in a less obvious way.
I tossed my head back and tried to catch my breath. My mind was telling me to keep going but my body was pleading with me to stop. I got off of Edward and lay to his side. Our legs were dangling off the bed since we were lying horizontal instead of vertical like we should be. I turned to the side and Edward was looking at me tenderly.
"I'm so sorry, Bella. If that was too much, I swear I—"
I cut him off. He was not going to apologize for giving me the three best orgasms of my life. That was the hottest sex I'd ever had and it didn't even have to do with the fact our skin was unnaturally warm from the tans we'd gotten. That part was nice though. Pressing my fingers to his body and feeling the heat had been nice.
"Edward that was the best sex I've ever had. Just shut up and don't ruin it! And if you ever feel so inclined to speak to me while we have sex like that again, please do so," I grinned.
"Not a chance, Bella. Next time, you'll be the one doing the swearing. That was a lesson. Remember?" he smirked.
And what a lesson it was. It was more explosive than fireworks.
Wipes brow...that was tiring to write but at the same time a lot of fun.
No previews, sorry loves.
Pray for 4theluvofmary she's getting surgery on her hand. We'll miss her epic fanfiction writing while she's incapacitated. Oh and Hope4more that dirty talking was for you. Remember all the way back during Free Bird? ;) I keep my promises.