They survived falling in love and having four (count 'em, FOUR) children. Now, Geekward and Nerdella are parents of teenagers. Say a prayer for them for they are in for a bumpy ride. Kyra is being a brat, displaying actions akin to her uncle who is nearing the end of his life on death row. Owen is a geek, like his dad. Then there is Mia and Masen, the twins. They're still cute and adorable. Well, as cute and adorable as twelve year olds can be.
Let's not forget Alice, Jasper, Adam, and Gianna (the Whitlock's), Justin, Alex and Demetri (the Volturis), Esme and Marcus (the Volturis), Tim, Rose, Ava and Lucas (the Napletons) and our antagonist, Jacob Black. Emmett will also make a brief appearance in this story, too. But he's not causing drama. His final goodbye, as it were.
Up next will be the last part of the premier, the after-party, and then citrusy times in Cabo. I'm not gonna lie, this next chapter will be lemony. Pure smexy times.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Cabo San Lucas
EPOV
"Why can't we go to the party?" Ava asked, pouting pitifully.
"Because it's not for children," Rose replied as we walked through the bowels of the theater to our waiting limo. "You're going to hang out at Aunt Bella and Uncle Edward's rental. The pool is much bigger there. The limo is going to stop at our house so you can get your swimsuits and something to sleep in." She stopped Ava, hugging her tightly. She whispered in her ear and Ava nodded. "I love you, sweet girl."
"Love you, too, Mom," Ava said.
Bella leaned back against me, whispering into my ear. "Why do we have to go to the party? I'd rather get a head start on our vacation."
Fuck. Me.
Ever since I told my wife about our surprise trip to Cabo San Lucas, she'd been incredibly flirty and needy and affectionate. She hadn't stopped touching me all night. In fact, as we watched the movie, her fingers traced my crotch. I had hardened instantly and her wandering fingers brought me so close to release. I had to stop her, lacing our hands together. She gave me a sexy smirk, her eyes twinkling. I picked up her hand, kissing her palm. "Behave," I whispered.
"I don't want to," she giggled breathlessly. Rose cleared her throat. We both looked at her. She shook her head, wagging her finger. She was chiding our behavior. I, at least, looked abashed but Bella untangled her fingers from mine and cupped my hardness. I blushed and pulled her hand away from my junk.
"Bella!" I hissed.
"Okay, okay," she pouted, getting up from her seat and sitting on my lap. I sighed, wrapping my arms around her waist and turned my attention back to the movie. She snuggled in my arms, her fingers toying with the hair at the nape of my neck. She wiggled on my lap, pressing her ass into me. I growled lowly. "I'm sorry."
"No, you're not," I snickered.
"Dad, you're spacing out," Masen said, knocking me with shoulder. "You okay?"
"Sorry. Just remembering the movie," I said, pinching Bella's ass. My wife squealed, giving me an adorable scowl. "You guys better behave while we're out."
"We will, Dad," Kyra said. "I can't wait to take down my hair. The stylist used so many hair pins to keep it up."
"Well, it looks cute, Kyra," Ava said, weaving her arm through Kyra's.
We pushed through the back door. With hugs and kisses, the kids got into the limo that drove us to the premier. We got into the other limo, driving across town to the house of the director for the premier party. Originally, it was scheduled at some chic bar, but the hype of the film caused the production team to make a last minute change. The home allowed the production team privacy and protection from the crazy fans. It was in a gated community in Los Feliz.
"I don't think we're going to stay long," Rose said as she sipped some champagne. "We need to make an appearance. We have that meeting tomorrow morning for the second film and discussing how we're splitting up the final two movies."
"Good, the sooner we can go home, the sooner we can …" Bella trailed off, arching a sexy brow at me.
"What did you eat today?" Rose laughed. "You're in heat, Bellini."
"I am not," Bella scoffed.
"Sure," Rose sang, downing her champagne. "The sooner you get to Cabo, the sooner the unrelieved sexual tension can dissipate. When was the last time you fucked each other?"
Bella and I glared at Rose. She just smiled, jutting out her chin defiantly. "What? Bella practically gave you a hand job during the climax of the movie, Edward."
"Oh, for the love …" I groaned.
"Rose, I think your brain to mouth filter has disappeared," Tim snorted. "Have some more champagne."
"Thanks! Don't mind if I do," Rose grinned, pouring herself another glass of champagne. "You want some?"
Bella picked up a champagne flute, holding it out in front of her. Rose filled her glass and they clinked glasses, giggling like school girls. Tim tossed me a beer. Rose, thankfully, stayed quiet about our sex lives for the rest of the drive. Instead, she gushed about how excited she was about the premier and how thrilled she was at how the movie turned out. She prattled on and on until we pulled up to a Spanish style home. It was lit up in the colors of the movie, purple and red. The sound of music pumped through the air and I knew right away that the party was too hip for me.
Despite the tattoos, confident swagger and crooked smirk, I was still highly uneasy meeting new people. My insecurities came roaring to the foreground in situations like this party.
"Edward, you look like you're going to puke," Tim whispered.
"Sorry. Just the party is freaking me out," I sighed.
"Edward, have a shot. You're not driving," Rose said, handing me a shot of tequila. I took it, downing it quickly. I pointed to the glass again. Rose filled it. I finished it and groaned as it burned down my throat. I felt the tequila take hold. I was much more comfortable. The nerves I was feeling dissipated. "Let's have some fun, kids. Free delicious food, top shelf liquor and good tunes."
The driver opened the door, helping Rose and Bella out of the limo. We walked into the lavish house, which had been decked out with purple, hot pink and red drapery, up-lighting and some lush looking furniture. Through the house, in the backyard, on top of the pool, there was a clear dance floor and a DJ spinning some music. I definitely felt my age at this party. Almost all of the people at the party were half my age. Even the lead trio of actresses were as old as Kyra. However, we made the most of it. Bella and I ate some fancy-looking quiches, drinking the themed alcoholic beverage, a Charmedsickle, a variation of the creamsickle. We sipped our drinks, going outside and settling onto a red settee, watching the cast practically hump each other on the dance floor.
"Do you remember when we were like that?" Bella asked, sliding onto my lap.
"We were never like that," I deadpanned. "We at least danced as opposed to imitating fornication."
"I'd rather be fornicating," she purred, loosening my tie. She unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt, toying with my chest hair. Her lips traced my jaw as her fingers stealthily unbuttoned more of my shirt. "Do you want to find a corner and have some public sex?"
I kissed her, pulling her hand from my shirt. "I want to. Fuck, I so want to, but we're not going to."
"Come on, baby," she murmured, her lips wrapping around my earlobe. I growled, my hands tightening around her waist. As she kissed, nibbling on my neck, I searched for someplace for us to duck away. She had teased me all throughout the movie and now her breathy pleas, I was about ready to burst. I found a cabana on the far end of the yard.
"Not one word, Isabella," I growled, cupping her face and staring into her dilated eyes. "Get up." She gave me a carnal, sexy smile as she stood up. I threaded my fingers with hers, guiding her to the cabana. There was no one inside, but the white tent was set up with a large couch. The lights cast us in an eerie glow. I ran my thumb along her bottom lip. "No sounds, Isabella. None." She bit her lip, nodding eagerly. "And clothes stay on."
I dipped my head, running my tongue along the length of her neck. She moaned, her fingers threading in my hair. My arms snaked around her waist, pressing her slender body against me. Her body was warm, willing and wanting. I gathered the skirt of her chiffon dress, pulling it up. When I felt her bare ass, I growled. "No panties?"
"A thong," she breathed, dragging my right hand around to the front of her body, encouraging me to cup her sex. Her skimpy panties were drenched. I didn't waste any time, sliding my fingers into her panties and circling her clit. "Fuck."
"No talking," I chided, easing two fingers into her tight, wet heat. She whimpered, holding up her dress and watching as my fingers moved easily inside. "Do you like seeing my fingers inside of you?"
"Yes," she whimpered. She shimmied her panties down, giving me more room to maneuver. I curled my fingers inside of her, my thumb circling her clit. She rolled her hips, putting her slender leg up on the table, opening up further. I kissed her soft lips, pressing my fingers in her. I was lost in the feeling of her. Her arousal dripped down my hand and I wanted to bury my face between her legs. I wanted to taste her sweetness. But, at a Hollywood party, that probably wasn't very kosher or couth. She nibbled on my lip, her fingers tightening in my hair. Her hips were rocking uncontrollably as my fingers were being squeezed by her pussy. Her body quaked as her release zipped through her. I held her up as her body lagged against me. "Edward," she panted.
"So fucking beautiful," I breathed, turning her around so she was kneeling on the couch. "This is going to be hard and fast, Isabella."
"Fuck me," she growled quietly, wiggling her ass. I unzipped my tuxedo pants and slid them down. Stroking my cock, I coated it with her abundant wetness. She looked back at me, her eyes blazing with need. With a grunt, I slammed my body in hers, causing the couch to move. She was clenched around me, her fingers digging into the red fabric of the couch. I gripped her hips and began moving my body slowly, swiveling my pelvis so I could feel every inch of her body. I moved faster, squeezing her pale skin. Bella was whimpering, her body working in concert with mine. "Angel … please?"
"Hmmm, you don't have to beg," I whispered, my hips moving faster. The music was deep and throbbing like what I was feeling inside of my sexy wife. My movements were smooth and conversely frantic. It had been too long since we'd made love. I felt somewhat badly that the first time we were together, we were fucking in a cabana at some Hollywood director's after-party. But, the feeling of being inside of her calmed me and helped my healing with Bella's abduction. My gorgeous wife, looked back at me, her dark eyes pleading and wanting. I snarled lowly, thrusting harder inside of her. My cock twitched, growing deep within her and I knew that I was close. I reached around her belly, finding her clit and rubbing it to bring her closer to orgasm. She bucked against me, her pussy pulsating all around me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I hissed into her curled hair as my own orgasm caused my knees to buckle from the sheer power of it.
I twisted both of us so I was seated on the couch and Bella was on my lap. I was still inside of her, softening and the evidence of our coupling was dribbling down my length and onto the couch. She curled up against me, panting quietly. "That was exactly what the doctor ordered," she said, kissing my lips.
"Mmmmhmmmm," I said lowly, nuzzling her neck. "I'm sorry that it was in a cabana and not a bed."
"I loved the cabana. It was hot," she said, picking up a towel from a stack on the table. She got up, hastily wiping between her legs and adjusting her dress. "But, we probably should head back out there. I know that Rose is probably getting antsy and is about to spill the beans that we got it on in here."
"Hand me the towel," I said. She tossed it to me and I wiped off my cock, tucking it back into my tuxedo pants. Standing up, I buttoned my shirt and wiped off my face since it was hot in the cabana. I knew I was sweaty. I poked my head out of the cabana. No one was nearby and Rose was chattering to the director of the movie on the opposite side of the pool.
I pulled Bella close to me and tried to walk nonchalantly back to our spot on another garish red couch. I kissed Bella's head, getting some more drinks for us. Rose stopped me as I slid behind her. Her lips pressed to my ear. "You are so busted, SGG."
"Shut up," I hissed, glaring at her playfully. "I'm not a geezer. I've got a well-sated wife as proof."
"Who would have known?" she laughed, hugging me. "Go back to your woman, Edward. She's probably starting to think you've abandoned her." Rose kissed my cheek and I weaved through the writhing bodies to get back to the love of my life.
I handed Bella the glass of champagne. She just sighed contentedly, holding the glass but not drinking it. We were lost in our bubble, watching the party. Bella just idly traced patterns on my arm, leaning her head on my shoulder. I held her tightly, allowing us to heal just a little more. We talked to anyone who came over to us, but Bella refused to get off my lap. Thankfully, there were no members of the press at the party, just studio big-wigs, actors, and directors. However, a lot of the studio talking-heads were approaching Bella for offers of writing other screenplays. She said she'd consider it though she didn't seem all that interested, but gave out her card with her email on it.
Rose walked over to us, Tim following close behind. "Horn dogs, let's go," she quipped.
"She knows?" Bella asked, smacking my chest.
"Bella, it was a little hard to not know," Rose snickered.
"Rose, stop picking on Bella," Tim said, kissing his wife's neck. "Even if they did, it's not our business. But, you're drunker than a skunk. You guys ready? I texted the limo driver."
"Yeah," Bella said, hiding her red-hot face into my shoulder. "Our little rendezvous better not be in US Weekly, Edward. I would die. You know?"
"No one knows," Rose said, pulling Bella off my lap. They walked away as Rose put her mind at ease.
"Do you think anyone knows?" I hissed, following my wife and her best friend. "I mean, it would kill Bella if anyone …"
"Relax, Edward. Rose is being a shit," Tim reassured me. "Besides, I wish I could have snuck Rose away. She looks so unbelievably sexy."
"Boys! The limo's here!" Rose barked. She pulled on Tim's arm, pushing him into the waiting limo. I helped Bella inside and settled next to her. Bella put her head on my shoulder as we drove to our rental. "I'll see you tomorrow, Bellini. I'll pick you up at nine. The meetings should be done by noon and you'll be in the air for Cabo by three. You'll have more opportunities to have naked fun time with your Geezer boy."
"Rose," I growled.
"Okay, okay. You're not a geezer. The fact that you boffed your wife in a cabana at an elite Hollywood premier party proves to me that you are sooooooooooooo not a geezer," Rose said, kissing my cheek. "Love to you both."
"What about your kids?" Bella asked.
"Tim and I will pick them up when we take you to the airport tomorrow, sweetie," Rose said, hugging my wife. We got out of the limo, waving as they drove off.
"They are so fucking tonight," Bella snickered.
"Well, it seems fair. We 'boffed' at the party. They're 'boffing' at home," I explained, helping her inside. I could hear some noise from the family room. We walked inside, seeing all of our kids, including our niece and nephew, sleeping on the massive sectional. "Awww, they're cute."
"And slobs," Bella grumbled, looking at the chips, dips, pop cans and dishes all over the floor.
"I'll make them clean it up while you're at your meeting," I said, guiding her away from the family room and up to our bedroom. "Do you want to shower?"
"Probably, since I want to sleep in as late as possible tomorrow. I'm not going to wash my hair, but I want to clean up since I'm a little sticky," she said, smiling timidly. "Can you help me with my dress?"
"Can we have more naked fun time?" I purred, unzipping her dress.
"Tempting, but I'd rather save up our naked fun time when we don't have six children sleeping in squalor in the family room," Bella answered, shimmying out of her dress. I groaned when I saw her, her dewy skin just begging to be touched. "Don't. Stop staring at me like I'm a steak." She slid off her panties, walking to the bathroom. She stopped at the doorway, grinning seductively. "Coming?"
Fuck. Yes.
xx STTD xx
Bella was up and out early, grouchy as ever. Our innocent shower turned into me feasting on her until the water turned cold. I needed that taste since I was denied at the party. Then, after our shower, Bella wanted to return the favor, which she did. She teased me, her tongue and fingers bringing me to the brink before I exploded in her mouth. By the time we went to sleep, it was about two in the morning. I went back to sleep for a few hours, getting up when my alarm went off. I took another shower so I could tame the mess on my head. Going to bed and having the most amazing blow job from the sexiest woman on the planet did not bode well for my already messy mop.
The kids were still asleep when I ambled down the stairs. I woke them up with a blare of an air horn I found in the garage. Kyra scowled at me as I blared it again, chuckling as they scrambled to get up. I made them clean the family room before I sent them to shower and get dressed. While they got ready, I made a huge breakfast for them.
After breakfast, I told my children to start packing to go home and I cleaned our bedroom, packing our first bag to go home with Kyra. Then, I checked the second bag, making sure we had our passports and smexy fun time goodies. I verified our flight, a private jet that was taking us to paradise, dragging our luggage into the kitchen. I wanted to be there now. I checked my watch, seeing that Bella should be done with her meetings, heading back to the house.
The door of the house opened and Rose's voice carried over the wood flooring. "Bella, why are you being such a pain in the ass? The studio loved your work so much that they want you to write five more screenplays," Rose said, following my stressed wife into the kitchen. "Isabella Marie Cullen! Why are you squashing them down?"
"Because! With writing your screenplays, I haven't had a chance to do my real job, to promote the foundation and to be there for my children," Bella said, putting her bag down on the kitchen table.
"Think about it," Rose said, stepping in front of my wife, glaring at her. "I know you said you think about it, but truly do that. And you don't have to crank them out in a month or anything. You've got a year."
"A year to read five separate books and turning them into something that I'm proud of," Bella argued. She pinched her nose, sighing deeply. "I'll think about it. But, now? I want to enjoy the week in Cabo with my husband."
"I can respect that," Rose murmured, smiling sympathetically. "I know that's it's a big deal and I know that you're reeling from …"
"Among other things," Bella said, hugging Rosalie. "Love you, Rose."
"Love you, too, Bellini," Rose replied. She gave me a smirk. "Geezer."
"Don't make me hurt you," I growled. "And we clearly established that I'm not a geezer. Get over it."
"I know," Rose retorted, pinching my cheeks. "Where are my kids?" I jerked my thumb to the family room. She bellowed, barking at them to get their asses in gear.
"What's this about more screenplays?" I asked, enfolding my wife into my arms. She sighed, pressing her cheek against my chest. "Bella?"
"Can we talk about it later?" she asked.
"Anything you need, gorgeous," I replied. "Are you ready to go to Cabo?"
"Yeah. When can we leave?" she whispered, looking up at me with a soft look in her eyes.
"Soon, baby," I murmured, kissing her soft lips.
"Okay, I'm taking my children home," Rose said, ruffling Lucas's hair. "We'll be back with a limo to take you to the airport. See you in an hour or so." They left and we went around the house, cleaning up our messes in the rental. The kids finished packing and were speaking excitedly about the success of the movie. Kyra and Owen were reading reviews from various websites, happily sharing the fact that they were at the premier of Facebook, Instatwitter or whatever it was called.
Rose came back in an hour with another limo. Bella packed up the keys in the envelope and we drove out of the posh neighborhood, dropping off the envelope at the front gate. We drove to Van Nuys Airport where the Gulfstream G650 I hired to fly us to Cabo was located. With hugs, kisses and reminders to behave for their grandparents, Bella and I got onto the plane. The flight attendant gave us the lowdown of the plane and checked our passports. With a smile, she darted into the cockpit and the engines roared to life. The flight attendant came back. "We've got a two and half our flight. Once we reach cruising altitude, I will serve some light lunch. We have a cheese and antipasto tray with some white wine for you. Enjoy your flight."
"The cheese and antipasto tray sounds great, but sleep sounds better," Bella murmured, leaning on my shoulder. "The meetings were tiresome, the studio executives were relentless about the screenplays and I was barely coherent because of the hangover I had along with the exhaustion from our late night explorations."
"They say that orgasms are the cure for hangovers," I replied, giving her my signature crooked smirk. "I can help you some more?"
"Not now," she sighed. "I love how you make me feel, angel, but my brain and body are just spent."
"Well, the second best cure for hangovers is more alcohol," I snickered, wrapping my arms around her tiny body. I noticed the flight attendant settle into her seat and the engines roared. We were pressed into the seats and the plane took off. The plane leveled off and the flight attendant set up our lunch. I lovingly fed my wife and she giggled. We sipped the wine and Bella eventually drifted off on my shoulder.
I gently ran my fingers up and down her spine, looking at her flawless beauty. In the twenty years we'd been together, she'd only gotten more gorgeous. Her hair was soft and curly, the most beautiful shade of cocoa with some honey golden tones mixed in. Her pale skin was flawless and creamy, blushing with the faintest color of pink roses. Her body, while still slender, had changed the most from having children. Her breasts were fuller, more than a handful, her hips were slightly wider, giving her the most beautiful curves. Bella complained that she was pudgy since her stomach was no longer flat, but rounded. I loved every inch of her sexy body. That body was a result of three pregnancies and a whole lot of love. I adored my wife, lumps, bumps and all.
"Mr. Cullen?" came the soft voice of the flight attendant. I looked up at her. She was smiling sweetly. "We're getting ready to land. I need you to put the seat up."
"Thank you," I whispered, adjusting my seat. Bella barely moved, her head moving to my lap. I idly ran my fingers through her silken locks. I looked out the window as the ground quickly approached the plane. With a slight bump, we were on the ground in Cabo San Lucas. The landing caused Bella to stir. She sat up, confused and discombobulated. She wiped her face, still befuddled. "We're here, gorgeous girl. You okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm just a little …" she said, tossing her curled hair up into a messy bun. She looked out the window, smiling wistfully. "It's so beautiful."
"The villa we're staying in is even more beautiful," I breathed. "And secluded."
"So, clothing not required?" Bella asked, her eyes twinkling.
"Exactly," I growled, kissing Bella's soft, sweet mouth. The plane stopped and the flight attendant opened the doors. A customs agent came in, swiping our passports and allowing us into Mexico. We got off the plane, gathered our bags and got into the waiting SUV to drive us to the rental villa.
"Holy shit, that's a fucking mansion," Bella breathed as we parked in the circular drive. "Edward, we surely don't need all of this space."
"We don't, but I want us to have the best," I explained. The SUV parked and the driver helped us to unload our bags. I gave him a tip while he handed me the keys to the house and to another SUV parked in the garage. The driver left and we were standing in the foyer. "Do you want to explore?"
"I want to …" she said, biting her lip. She reached the hem of her shirt, tossing it from her body. "I want to grab some towels and go skinny dipping with my hubby."
"Learning from experience, Bella?" I laughed. "You don't want to ruin these floors either?"
She just giggled, unhooking her bra and tossing it onto the couch. I groaned as she squeezed her breasts together. I found some towels in a downstairs closet, removing my own shirt. "Edward, you're slacking," she sang, her pants in the middle of family room. She was standing by the window, leaning casually in nothing but a pair of lacy gray panties. "Hurry up, Edward. I need you." She rolled her body, pushing her panties over her hips. With another breathy giggle, she turned around and opened the door to the patio. I slipped off my sandals, pushing my shorts over my hips. I followed my wife outside. She was untangling her long brown curls. I slid my arms around her waist, kissing her neck. "Now, you're on tap with me, Edward." She turned in my arms. I bent down, brushing my lips with hers and losing myself in the warmth of her naked body against me and soft moans coming from her mouth. Abruptly, she pulled back and turned, diving into the pool. She swam the length, her head poking out from the other side. "Are you coming? I want to feel you inside me, Edward. It's been too long."
I blinked a few times, diving in, following my wife. I wiped my face when I resurfaced, pinning her against the wall of the extraordinarily warm pool. I ran my hands down her body, reveling in her softness. She stared up at me, her eyes black with extreme passion. Her hands moved up my shoulders, wrapping her legs around my hips. I kissed her lips, easily sliding my tongue into her sweet mouth. My hands cupped her ass as rolled my hips, my hardness brushing against her warmth.
"So hard, Edward," she cooed, taking my earlobe into her mouth. "Do you want me?"
"Fuck, always, Bella," I purred, sliding my hardness along her pussy. Despite being in the pool, I could feel how aroused she was. I pressed my mouth to hers as I grasped my cock, sliding it inside of her warmth. She gasped, her legs tightening around me as I filled her to the hilt. I cupped her breast and slowly pulled out, only to slide back inside. "So good, gorgeous."
"I love you," she breathed, her pussy clenching around me. "This is the perfect way to start our vacation."
"I agree. Being inside of you is the most wonderful thing in the planet," I murmured before kissing her again. I eased in and out of her once more, reveling in her tightness. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. She began meeting me, thrust for thrust. Her breasts were bouncing out of the water, glistening in the late afternoon sunlight. I ran my thumb over pebbled nipple, roughly grabbing her breast. "God, I fucking need you, Bella."
"You have me, baby," she growled, her fingers tangling in my wet hair and pulling my head back. She bit down on my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. I moved us away from the edge of the pool and to the shallower end, placing her onto the steps of the pool. I knelt on one of the steps, moving one of her legs over my shoulder. I looked down, watching my cock disappear inside of her. My fingers trailed down her slender body, reaching her clit. I circled it slowly and roughly. I slammed deep within my love's pussy, staring at where we were one. Bella was leaning on one elbow, watching us as well. "Do you like seeing my cock in your pussy? Filling you? Completing you?"
"Yes," she breathed, her hand cupping her breast. I growled lowly, watching her play with herself. I increased the power behind my thrusts. Bella grunted, arching off the edge of the pool. I could feel her pulsate around me, the wetness inside coating my cock, allowing me move easily. "Edward. I'm … fuck!"
"Me, too, baby," I panted, tightening my hold on her leg and slamming harder, ever so harder inside. "Oh, God. Bella, you feel so fucking good."
"Edward, Edward, Edward!" she chanted, her voice breathy and needy. "Oh, shit!" Her body seized around me, her orgasm claiming her sharply, rolling through her body like a steamroller. Her warm pussy pulsating around me caused my own release shoot from me, filling her completely. I kept pumping in her until I softened and slipped out of her. Bella's leg fell off my shoulder and I pulled us into the pool. She crawled up my body, holding onto me tightly as she kissed any skin she could reach. "Hmmm, we can't do that with our kids around."
"Um, no," I laughed, moving us further into the pool, into deeper waters. "Though, us jumping into the pool is becoming a habit, Bella."
"I like this habit," she laughed, pressing her mouth to mine. "This place is gorgeous, Edward. I can't believe you've rented this for us for the week."
"We deserved it, Bella. With everything that happened, we needed to get away and just be Edward and Bella," I shrugged, holding her tightly. "It's not that I don't love our children."
"I understand and I'm grateful for this," she smiled, burying her nose into my neck. "I love you, angel. So much."
"As I love you, gorgeous," I murmured, running my fingers through her tangled hair.
We stayed in the pool until the sun dipped below the horizon. When we got out, I carried her to the kitchen and searched in the fridge for something to eat. Settling on sandwiches, I made us a quick dinner and shared a bottle of Dos Equis with some lime. Bella eventually put on some lacy sexy thing after I carried the suitcase into the bedroom, not wanting to wear just a towel. I did notice that she refused to put on panties, which made me happy. I also put on a pair of shorts and we settled in the family room to watch a movie. We barely lasted an hour before our eyes started to droop. We woke up briefly when my cell phone rang, announcing that our children were safely back in Illinois. We said our goodnights and promptly went to bed.
Naked.
Easy access, I'm telling you.
xx STTD xx
I awoke the next morning to sweet, wet kisses down my torso. I moaned, not wanting to open my eyes. Bella's tongue traced my nipple causing me to see what she was doing. Our blankets had been pushed off and both of our naked forms were bathed in warm sunlight of the rising sun. Bella's mouth was moving closer to my arousal. Her fingers were gliding over my skin, which was covered in a light sheen of sweat since we'd left the window open last night. She gave me a feral smile as she nibbled across my hips. My cock was standing at attention, leaking with release. Her dainty fingers teased my hardness, gently circling the head of my needy arousal. "Bella," I choked out, my voice deep from sleep.
"Hmmm," she responded, licking her lips eagerly. She pressed a soft kiss to the head of my cock. I panted out a breath, watching my beautiful wife. With a wink, she ran her tongue up and down the length of my shaft, soaking it in her saliva. Her tiny hand wrapped around the base of my hardness and she plunged her mouth over me.
"Fuck!" I barked, my head falling back onto the white, fluffy pillows. Bella responded with a throaty chuckle around me, slowly moving up my length, her hand following her mouth. Shit, this woman is a goddess. I cannot … fuck … More. My mind was incoherent as Bella sank her mouth down. My fingers were fisting the sheets, not wanting to hurt my wife since her mouth felt so fucking good. Bella dragged her teeth along the underside of my shaft, swirling her tongue in the slit of my cock. I whimpered, watching her with rapt attention. Her hand gently pumped my erection as she took one of my balls into her mouth, sucking it between her lips. She twisted her hand around me, cupping the head of my arousal.
Bella released my balls and kissed up my length, teasing the top of me. Her eyes were black, hooded and lust-filled. Her fingernails ran up and down my belly before she grasped the base of my erection, swallowing me as far as she could. Her eyes closed and she moaned around me, the vibrations shivering through my body. I reached out for her, caressing her breast that was just out of my reach. Her eyes opened and she released me with a pop. "It's all about you, Edward," she whispered, her hand twisting around me. "I want to taste you, feel you come down my throat."
"You can still do that," I said, trying to guide her body closer to me. "I want my own taste, Bella."
"All in good time," she purred, lapping the pearl of arousal that had seeped out of me.
"Then answer me this – are you wet?" I asked, staring down at her. "Put your fingers between your legs and feel your pussy. Is it dripping from sucking my cock?" Bella sat up on her knees, sliding her hand down her body and cupping her sex. She gasped quietly, circling her hand over her bare pussy. With a low whimper, she removed her hand from her body and showed me her glistening fingers. "Does my love need her own release?"
Bella bit her lip, leaning back down over my cock and sucking it into her sweet, wet mouth. I pouted when she denied me my chance to pleasure her like she was pleasuring me, but, she did move closer. Her ass was within reach and I gently squeezed her supple skin before sliding my fingers inside. Fuck. Me. Drenched is an understatement. I moved her closer and she finally relented, her knees on either side of my head. I licked my lips, staring at her soaked pussy. Bella's mouth was working me over, bringing me closer to the edge and backing away, teasing me so I could have a huge orgasm.
I ran my nose along the seam of her thigh, relishing in her sweet, tangy scent. My hands wrapped around her thighs and I pulled her down so I could bury my tongue between her lower lips. Slowly, I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue. Bella's head was bobbing, matching the speed of my languid licking. With each pass of her mouth, I swiped a delectable circle on her. She took every inch of me in her mouth while I feasted on her essence. Its flavor exploding on my tongue, causing me to become harder and more aroused. Being surrounded by her and her scent, it made my cock ache with sweet release.
Reaching around her legs, I spread her pussy lips so I could dip my tongue inside of her. She whimpered, her legs quivering with anticipation. I didn't make her wait long, coiling my tongue deep within her sweetness. I released one of her legs, sliding my fingers inside along with my tongue. I eagerly sucked on her before removing my finger and toying with her ass. She let me go, widening her legs and giving me more access. My baby wants to play. Her hand was twisting my cock as she looked back at me, her eyes pleading for more. Who was I to deny my horny, desperate wife?
A horny, desperate husband who was currently devouring his wife's succulent pussy.
When I dipped my finger back inside of her pussy to gather more of her sweet nectar, she turned back to my cock and began bobbing with more determination. I moved my mouth, suckling on her clit as I slid one of my fingers into her ass. Her guttural groan encouraged me and I added another soon after. Her hips were rocking over me, needing more friction. I flicked her bundle of nerves and carefully thrust my fingers inside of her ass. My tongue was coated with her arousal and I was in sensory overload from her scent, her pussy, her mouth – everything. Bella's hands were gripping my cock while she nibbled gently on my balls, bringing me closer to orgasm. I growled against her, which earned me renewed arousal from my wife. Her movements, both over me and on my cock, were growing jerkier and frantic. I completely understood.
"Harder, Edward," Bella begged, her hips rolling beautifully over me. I smiled against her lower lips, sucking on her sweetness harder and thrusting my hand deep inside of her ass. Oh, what I wouldn't give for it to be my cock. It's been too long since we've done that. My cock was so hard, I thought it was going to explode. Bella's whimpers and her mouth consuming me were my kryptonite. I needed to come. I wanted to come and come with my girl, filling her mouth with my cum.
Like a bolt of lightning, Bella's body quaked and the undiluted perfection of my wife coated my tongue, mouth and face. Her ass clenched around me as her pussy throbbed with an intense orgasm. Feeling her lose it caused me to have my own 'out-of-body' experience. My cock twitched, pumping out my seed into my wife's eager, willing mouth. We stayed connected until my cock softened. She had licked me clean as I did the same for her. Rolling off me, Bella moved so she was perched on my chest. Her face was flushed, her hair was a haystack and she was smiling smugly. "We so need to do that again soon."
"I agree, but my recovery time is not as fast as it used to be," I chuckled, cupping her breasts. "And perhaps we can do some other things." My hand glided down her pale skin, moving to her ass and circling her rosette.
"I definitely want that," she breathed, her eyes becoming hooded and licking her lips. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine and moaning when she tasted herself on my mouth. "Now, as much as I love your spunk, it's not necessarily the breakfast of champions."
"You said the opposite when we were dating," I snickered, moving her off my body and tucking her into my arms. "I'll make you the most delicious breakfast, Bella. I promise. Just a few more hours of sleep, though."
"Hmmm, I agree," she said, placing her head on my chest. Within a few moments, we were both asleep and stayed that way until early afternoon. We took a shared shower before we went downstairs to look for something to eat. We were dressed in our swimwear, wanting to lay out by the pool after eating some breakfast. Bella whipped up some eggs, toast and fresh fruit. I was grateful that the caretaker of the house had filled the fridge and pantry with food. I knew I did not want to go out to buy groceries. After I did the dishes, we put on some sunscreen and settled onto the chaise lounges on the lanai.
"What do you want to do while we're here?" I asked, keeping my eyes closed behind my sunglasses.
"This sounds perfect," Bella sighed, untying her bikini top and sweeping her hair off her back. I groaned. She just giggled, smiling wryly. "I don't want tan lines."
"Why don't you just take off the rest?" I teased. Bella flipped me off, clipping her hair away from her neck. "Seriously, though. Do you want to just hang out here?"
"I don't know much about Cabo," she said, shifting on the chaise lounge. "You've been here before. What do you want to do? Besides me." She balled up her bikini top, tossing it toward me.
"Um … uh …," I stammered, momentarily stupid because she was topless.
"Edward, your tongue was in my twat earlier this morning and your finger was in my ass. They're tits. You've seen them," she snorted, rolling onto her back and allowing her breasts to … Fuck, she's so beautiful. "Cullen! Focus! Cabo, plans, go!"
"Um, I think staying close to the house might be perfect, but I'd like to take you to Land's End. It's gorgeous, really. It's the one positive thing about the trip that I remembered when I came with my family," I said. "But, I don't want to go with a huge crowd."
"I know you'll probably come up with something," Bella said, covering her face with a towel. And I knew what I had to do. This trip was going to be about us reconnecting as a couple. Almost all of our time will be spent at the house. I really liked seeing a nearly-naked Bella on a daily basis. For our trip to Land's End, I'd have to arrange for some sort of private tour, maybe a tent so we could spend the night? Bella was never a fan of camping, but surely she'd make an exception with what I had planned.
"I'll be right back," I blurted, hopping up off the chaise to make all of the arrangements. If they were possible.
Dude, you're loaded. With money, anything is possible.
xx STTD xx
After several phone calls, a hefty endowment to a local marina and conversations with members of the local Cabo San Lucas government, my plan was in motion. I arranged for a lavish tent to be set up on the beach of Land's End along with a fire pit, food and a telescope since it was a prime spot to go stargazing. We'd be dropped off at sundown and would be picked up at dawn. It was planned for the weekend, Friday night into Saturday morning. We'd be leaving on Sunday, heading back to reality.
Can't we just stay here?
No, you can't, moron. Kyra is packing up as we speak to go away to college. My daughter is moving out.
I shook off my inner-voice, ignoring it. I couldn't focus on Kyra's moving out and making sure that Bella was well-loved at the same time. I was grilling some steaks as Bella set the table outside overlooking the Pacific while she spoke to our children on the phone. We'd been in Cabo for several days and as promised, we were in various stages of undress. Tonight was the first night since we'd gotten here that we were in actual clothing. Bella was in a sexy dress, showing off her golden tan and I was wearing a pair of linen pants and a loose button-down shirt. Personally, I wished I could have been shirtless since I had fallen asleep out in the mid-day sun yesterday. I was quite sunburnt.
"I'm glad that you are doing so much better, Owen," Bella said, handing me a beer. "No more cane and you've been released to do some light running! That's amazing." She thrust another beer under my nose. "Open, please," she mouthed. I opened the bottle, handing it to her, kissing her upturned mouth. "You went to Kyra's condo today, too?"
I flipped the steaks, checking on the corn on the cob that was roasting on the top grate of the grill. I saw that they were nearly done and placed it on the small platter I had next to me. "The walls are painted? Did Kyra give the thumbs up, I assume?" Bella laughed. "Good. It'll make us moving her in much easier. And don't think that you're getting out of it, bub. Your physical therapist just gave you the seal of approval. You want to talk to your dad?"
I didn't hear the response, but the phone was passed to me and I knew the answer. "Hey, Owen," I said, handing Bella the tongs.
"Did you hear? My P/T is being cut down and I'm getting stronger," Owen said happily.
"That's awesome, Owen. I bet you're happy that you're getting your mobility back," I responded, sipping my beer. "I guess that means that I can have you mow the lawn?"
"I'm not quite there yet, Dad," Owen snickered. "We went to the city and checked out Kyra's condo. It's a sweet place. Is she going to have a roommate?"
"That's up to her," I answered. "The condo is paid for in full, which you'll receive once you start college. Anyhow, how does it look?"
"I'm jealous. Kyra is going to be the envy of all her classmates or the go-to for all the parties," Owen snickered.
"Can I talk to your siblings? Kyra? Mia? Masen?" I asked.
"Kyra is out with some friends, Khaleesi and that lot. Mia is hanging out with Gianna and Masen is walking Max," Owen explained. There was a few moments of quiet. I heard Owen mumbling to himself. "Um, Dad?"
"Why do you sound guilty?" I asked, a shiver running down my spine.
"Um, I'm not! I mean, um, well?" he stammered. "Ikindofwantsomecondoms."
"Say again?" I growled.
"Damn it," he hissed. "I kind of want some condoms."
"You better still be a virgin, Owen," I snapped, walking away and around the corner so my wife didn't hear my conversation with my oldest son. "And that I'm not going to be a fucking grandfather."
"No! Look, Tasha and I, we love each other. A lot. I'm not saying that we're going to jump into bed right away, but I want to be prepared for when we do," Owen stuttered out.
"And you waited until I'm in fucking Mexico to ask," I snarled.
"I was just going to talk to Oliver and Steve, but they told me to talk to you. It was your decision and you should guide me," Owen muttered.
"Well, they're right. And I'm not guiding you from Cabo San Lucas. When I get back, we'll talk about this. In. Detail. That includes pictures – NOT PORN! You will understand the ramifications of having sex and what happens if one of those condoms breaks and the hell it will unleash if it does. You understand?"
"Yes, sir," Owen squeaked. "Are you mad?"
I pinched my nose and took a deep breath. Was I mad? "No, Owen, I'm not mad. I'm just in shock. It seems like yesterday that I was changing your diaper and now, you're asking about condoms. My poor brain can't process this. I am thankful that you are responsible enough to ask about them, but cut me some slack, okay?"
"Okay," Owen breathed. "I love you, Dad."
"I love you, too. And don't tell your mother. She'd lock you in your room until you're thirty if she found out that you were asking about condoms," I said.
"Got it. Have fun and I'll see you in a couple of days," Owen said.
We hung up and I checked on Bella. She was putting the steaks, corn and Greek salad onto the set table. "This smells delicious, Edward," Bella smiled. "Did you have a nice chat with Owen?"
"It was great." Not. "Do you want a fresh beer or some of that sangria you made?"
"Ooh, the sangria sounds perfect," Bella cooed. She got up from her seat.
"I'll get it, gorgeous," I said, kissing her curled hair. I went into the kitchen, grabbing the pitcher of fresh sangria that Bella had concocted while I was working on the marinade for the steaks. Swiping some wine glasses, I carried it out and poured us each a healthy serving. "I can't believe our daughter is getting ready to go away to college."
"Me, neither. I feel so old," Bella said, cutting into her steak. "We do not look like we have a kid that goes to college."
"You don't. Me? The hair gives it away," I said, running my hand through my graying strands.
"You could dye it?" Bella laughed.
"No. I refuse to do that. I'm grateful I still have all of my hair. I do not want to run the risk of losing it by dying it," I said flatly. "Besides, it's all in how you cut it."
"Well, according to Rose, both of us are on the best dressed lists for the premier. You have a new following, too. Hashtag SGG is trending on twitter and Instagram," Bella bellowed.
"I hate you," I grumbled, glaring at my hysterically laughing wife.
"No, you don't," she said, wiping her face. "You love me."
"Okay, I love you. Rose? Not so much. She's the one who started that whole SGG thing anyway. I'm not an old geezer. I think I've proven to you time and time again that despite the fact I'm fifty, I can still make you scream," I growled, staring at Bella.
"Hmmm, indeed you do," Bella purred. "Shockingly, I'm not that hungry anymore."
"Me, neither," I replied, grinning crookedly, full of promise of all things naughty.
"And I'm not wearing any panties."
"Yes!"
xx STTD xx
"Edward, where are we going?" Bella asked as we drove to the marina. "I was looking forward to spending one of our last nights in Cabo making love to my husband."
"We've been doing that every night and every morning since we've gotten here, Bella," I chided, pulling into a parking spot.
"So? The freedom of being with you whenever we want is so … freeing!" she breathed. "Why are we here? Are we going to be making love on a boat? You can't drive a boat."
"I'm not driving the boat. I've hired a very capable crew to drive us to where I've set up our surprise," I said, picking up the bag of towels, pajamas, and sexual goodies. I led us to a sail boat, shaking hands with the captain. He quickly prattled on about my plan in Spanish and I agreed, thanking him. Bella didn't understand him. She had taken Spanish in high school, but all of the knowledge had left her brain. She was blissfully ignorant to my plan. The captain helped Bella on deck and took the bag from me so I could settle aboard. Once we had the life jackets on, he turned on the engines and we were off to Land's End. The first mate poured us some champagne and offered us some snacks, but I refused. I was feeling seasick since it brought back memories of our snorkeling trip to Molokai off the coast of Maui.
The trip to Land's End was not that long. We arrived on the beach with our ornately decorated tent just as the sun reached the horizon, beginning its dance to dip below the ocean. The captain handed us a large cooler, a sound dock and a satellite phone since we were out of range of any cell tower. With a wink and a few words in Spanish, he loaded up the sailboat and they left us on the beach of Land's End.
"Where are they going?" Bella asked, looking at me.
"Back to shore. We're on the beach, alone, all night and into the morning," I smiled, carrying the cooler and placing it next to our tent. Inside, there were a ton of pillows, gauzy fabric and lanterns. The tent looked more like a harem than anything. Perfect for my seduction of my sexy wife. I wanted to her to scream my name in the darkness as she felt the love I had for her.
"So, we're here. All night?" Bella questioned, a perfectly arched brow raised in confusion.
"Yep. This was the one place I wanted you to see," I replied, walking over to her, enfolding her in my arms. "I used our wealth for completely selfish purposes and got us here for twelve hours, uninterrupted and all alone." I cupped her ass underneath her flimsy cover-up. "We don't even need to be dressed, baby."
"You know, going back home and having to be fully clothed is going to be an adjustment, Edward," she said, pressing her ass into my hands. "But, I'll keep this on for now. What's in the cooler?"
"Our dinner, a bottle of wine, some beer and water," I answered. "I think there's dessert, too, but I didn't ask for it."
"And the bag?" Bella asked, her fingers tracing my nipples over my shirt.
"Some clothes and other goodies," I growled.
"Like lube?" she purred, her lips finding my jaw and sucking on it sensually.
"Y-y-y-yes," I stuttered as her hands slipped under my t-shirt, massaging the muscles in my back. "A blindfold, handcuffs and a vibrator, too. I tried to find the butt plug, but I don't think I packed it." Bella didn't reply, only taking my right hand and sliding it into her bikini bottoms. Nestled between her cheeks was the jeweled butt plug that we had ordered on a whim. I bit back a growl, massaging the tender skin around it, toying with it slightly. "Dirty, kinky girl."
"You're one to talk," she said, pulling away and tugging her cover-up back over her bottom. She went into the tent, snuggling on some of the pillows. I grinned at her before turning to the fire pit that had been left with enough firewood for the night. I set it up, but didn't light it. Bella had took it upon herself to dig around in the cooler. While I was fixing the fire pit, she had laid out our meal. "This all looks delicious, Edward."
"It does," I said, sitting down across from her. "I told them to pack whatever they felt was appropriate for a picnic on the beach at sunset." She nodded, moving so she was in my lap. We shared tasty morsels, feeding each other and drinking directly from the wine bottle as the sun dipped further beneath the horizon. Just before the sun winked away, I lit the fire pit and turned on half of the lanterns. It bathed the tent and my wife in an ethereal glow, flickering with the flames. She had removed her cover up, revealing her red bikini. "You look like sin."
"So do you," she said, eyeing me hungrily as I removed my t-shirt. I was wearing a pair of black swim trunks with flames licking up the side of the right leg. She crawled over to me, straddling my waist and brushing my hair off my forehead. Bella's eyes were dilated and burning with desire. "You've set up this elaborate seduction. You've barely scratched the surface. That tease you gave me when you caressed your present was barely enough, Edward. What are you going to do with me?"
"First," I purred, untying the strings of her bikini top. With a flick of my wrist, I removed it, palming her breasts. "I'm going to taste your sweet pussy, devouring you until you are screaming, panting for more. I want you so fucking wet, Bella. I don't want to use this." I held up a small bottle of lube. I continued staring into her blackened orbs as she panted heavily. "Do you want to know what I'll do next?"
"Yes," she breathed, arching her back, pressing her breasts further into my hands. I roughly rubbed my thumbs over her pebbled pink nipples. "Fuck, tell me, Edward. What will you do next after you lick my pussy?"
"After I enjoy your sweet, succulent pussy, I'm going to make love to you," I explained, sliding down her bikini bottoms. "I'm going to make love to your pussy and then claim your ass. It's been far too long."
"I want my own taste," she pouted adorably.
"Later. Now, it's all about you," I murmured, laying her back against the colorful pillows. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as I crushed my mouth against hers. When she moaned, I eased my tongue inside and tasted her sweetness. Bella's hands found my hair, but I pushed her hands above her head. Sitting back on my haunches, I found the handcuffs. "I want to touch you, Bella. Keep your hands there." I clasped the handcuffs around her dainty wrists. She huffed out a breath, looking at me with desperation. I smiled slowly, carnally, gazing at the gorgeous women at my disposal. With my fingertips, I traced down her arms.
"Edward!" she giggled, trying to pull them down, but since I'd tethered her to the support of the tent, she was stuck. "That tickles."
"Sorry," I said, with no trace of apology in my voice. Bella scowled at me until my hands found her breasts. When I twisted her pretty pink nipples, her eyes rolled back into her head and she arched off the pillows. Her skin was a light golden brown and the tan made her look longer, leaner. Her skin felt like velvet under my hands. I glided them down her lithe body, spreading her legs to see how this affecting her. Between her slender thighs, her sex was swollen and glistening with evidence of her abundant arousal. I ran my hand along the seam of her thighs, teasing her.
"Edward," her voice moaned, sounding drastically different from her earlier chastisement. It was breathy, wanton and a touch desperate. "Touch me."
"I am touching you," I said, massaging her thighs.
"No, touch me," she pleaded, her hips bucking up.
"Here?" I asked, tracing nonsensical circles along her belly, just above her small thatch of brown curls. She whimpered, rolling her body. Her pussy was growing more and more aroused, leaking with her succulent juices. I spread her legs wider, running a single finger down each side of her thighs. "Here?"
"Touch my pussy," she pleaded, her eyes frantic. "Please?"
"Like this?" I cooed, taking my pointer finger and running it the length of her dripping slit. She jerked, her hips pushing off the pillows as I continued to touch her. "Do you want more?"
"Hmmmm, yes. Please. More," she said, her voice barely above a needy whisper.
I gave her a crooked smirk before looking down at where my finger teased her. It was drenched, dripping onto the pillows. Her sweet scent of arousal wafting all around me. It made my cock stand at attention underneath my swim trunks. I pressed two fingers within her, biting back a guttural moan at how wet she felt. She gasped, her legs jerking. I curled my fingers inside of her as I lay on my stomach. With my other hand, I held her hips down, spreading her lower lips. I revealed her erect clit, twitching with anticipation. I kept curling my fingers as I wrapped my lips around her sensitive bundle. Bella let out a stream of curses as I licked her clit with a flat, insistent tongue. Despite my restraining arm, she was rolling her hips in concert with my tongue and fingers deep inside her. I could feel the butt plug against my knuckles through the thin membrane that separated her pussy from her ass.
"Fuck! Fuck! Edward! Oh, my GOD!" she shrieked as she tried to quell her impending orgasm. "Don't stop. Please, don't fucking stop. Just like that, baby." Her screams urged me on and I increased the speed of my tongue, tasting more of her sweetness. My fingers plunged deep inside, soaked from her delectable juices. I could feel her pussy throb around my fingers. "Edward!" she screamed, looking down at me with a crazed expression. "I'm going to … SHIT!"
Her body clenched around me as streams of her release poured out of her and her hips jerked uncontrollably. I kept my mouth on her vibrating clit, tasting her directly from the source as her orgasm crashed over her in a torrent of pleasure. I stayed between her legs until her breathing evened out and she collapsed onto the pillows in a boneless heap. As she lay there, panting heavily, I removed my swim trunks and grabbed the lube, though I didn't believe we were going to need it. I also removed the jeweled butt plug so I could easily slide inside of her without stopping.
I crawled up Bella's body and released her hands from the handcuffs, tossing them toward the bag. She lowered her arms, smiling up at me dreamily. "You have the most amazing tongue, Edward," she purred. "Gimme some." Her hand cupped my neck and pulled me down, kissing me squarely on the mouth. She tasted her essence on my lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth, groaning, almost growling, lowly. I lost myself in our kiss, rocking my hips with hers and coating my cock with her renewed arousal. "Make love to me, Edward. Make me yours."
I smiled against her mouth, pulling back as I grasped my erection. "You are quite mistaken, Mrs. Cullen. I'm yours," I whispered as I slid into her pussy. Almost immediately, Bella's sex pulsated around me. She was so turned on from my dessert of her juices that she was on the cusp of a second orgasm. I moaned, slowly rocking my hips and pushing further inside. "I'll always be yours, Bella."
"Yes, mine," she said, gripping my hair possessively. "Fuck, Edward, you feel so fucking good." I smirked, jerking my hips forward so I could surprise her. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my damp hair. Our eyes were trained on each other as we shared one body. "More," she whispered.
"More?" I verified. She nodded, rolling her hips. I slid out of her pussy and lifted her gently. I spread the globes of her bottom, pushing the head of my cock past the rosette of her ass. She whimpered, grasping at my shoulders as I slowly pushed all of the way inside until my balls pressed against the softness of her skin. I kept my eyes on hers. "Are you okay?"
"Better than okay," she breathed, her fingers reaching down her body as she began playing with her pussy.
"Oh, no. I want to give you all your pleasure," I snarled gently, rolling her on her side and keeping us connected. Draping her leg over my thigh, I began to slowly pump my hips. I cupped her breast with one hand and the other slid three fingers inside of her pussy. I kissed my wife as I moved deep within her, feeling my cock against my fingers as I fucked her pussy with my hand. Bella was squirming, lost in all of the sensations of what I was doing to her. I tried to go slowly so I could relish this moment, Bella's pussy squeezing my fingers and her ass so tight around my cock.
Bella pulled back and she gave me a coy smile. I rolled onto my back, bracing my hands on her hips. Bella wanted more. She wanted it rough and she wanted to take it. She leaned back, rocking on my cock and soon she was bouncing heartily. The speed of her movements and the warmth of her dripping arousal made my hardness twitch. It would not be long before I was going to be screaming in ecstasy. Bella was grunting with each bounce and I was right there with her. My hands moved to cup her tits, squeezing her nipples. She threw her head back, rolling her hips for a few moments before she went back to riding me like a bucking Bronco. "Edward, I'm going to come," she panted.
I stopped her movements and guided her off me. "On your hands and knees," I growled. She eagerly complied, but I smacked her ass. I eased back into her and after giving her a few moments to adjust to my size, I let loose. The sound of our skin slapping and our frenetic breathing filled the tent. Bella was pressing into me. "That's it, baby. Fuck my cock."
"Edward," she panted, her eyes pleading. "I'm … oh, shit! I'm coming!"
I growled as her pussy gushed out her release onto me and dripping onto the pillows. Feeling her lose it caused me to explode with an animalistic roar, filling her with my release. I stayed inside of her until my cock softened and I collapsed on the pillows next to her. I'm fucking exhausted.
"We can't do that when we're home," Bella giggled, moving to lay across my chest.
"Um, no," I snickered, pressing a sloppy kiss to her forehead. "We'd make them die of embarrassment. As far as they know, we don't have sex."
"How were they conceived? Immaculate conception?" Bella laughed.
"In their teenage brains? Yes," I nodded, caressing my fingers down her sweaty cheek. "Want to clean up in the ocean?"
"Yeah," she nodded, getting up and helping me to my feet. We walked into the surf, hastily washing off residual sweat and remnants of our orgasms. We did play in the water, only to get riled up again and we made love in the Pacific Ocean before going back into the tent to go to sleep. Though, sleep didn't come. I spent a portion of the night pointing out various constellations and just held my beautiful wife. We stayed in each other's arms until the sun began to make its appearance. Our time on Land's End was coming to a close and we had one more day before we had to face reality.
We got dressed in fresh swimsuits and got on the sailboat when it arrived. Behind them was a larger boat to take apart the tent. Bella sighed as we floated away from our idyllic location of sexual fantasies and happiness. Back on shore, I drove us to the house and we took a quick shower, washing off the Pacific. We fell into bed, naked and exhausted, falling asleep within moments.
We slept until the following morning. Packing up our belongings, there was a feeling of sadness. It didn't help that it was raining and drizzly. Another chapter was closing and we had to go back home. Granted, what waited for us was easy compared to the previous year, but it was a huge change nonetheless.
When the limo arrived, we loaded up the car and drove to the small private airfield where a Whitlock jet was waiting for us. Yes, it was technically not kosher to use the company plane for private purposes, but I was the damn owner of the company. On the flight, Bella was curled up against me and idly playing with the necklace that I wore around my neck. "Did you have a good time, gorgeous?" I asked, leaning my cheek against her soft hair.
"I'm walking a little funny, but I had an amazing time," she answered, kissing my chin. "Thank you for arranging all of this. It's exactly what we needed, Edward. After the hellish year we had, Jacob's insane stalking, my abduction and Alice's issues, we needed a vacation like this. Though, I don't want to know how much this all cost."
"It was worth it," I said, tightening my arms around her. "Seeing you smile and seeing you heal. That's priceless."
"Edward, I'm so lucky to have you," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "Not many men would have stuck around."
"Bella, you said when we were on Land's End. I'm yours. As you're mine. I love you and that will never, ever change," I vowed, kissing her lips and wiping her tears away.
"I love you, too," she sighed, snuggling closer. "Too bad we're flying home to move our oldest child into a condo to go to college."
"Don't remind me," I grumbled as I wrinkled my nose about that prospect and the reality of talking to my oldest son about condoms.
Back to reality, indeed.
A/N: Okay, this was a freaking beast. Dang. Lots of stuff happened, mainly pervy, citrusy stuff. Our favorite couple needed it, though. With everything that was happening, they needed to remember how it all started. Their passion, their connection and their love. Lots of pervy pictures with this one. Check 'em on my tumblr. Pictures of the house, Land's End, the tent, and the after party are on my blog. Links for both of those are on my profile. You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation and twitter: tufano79.
Up next will be a combo chapter, Edward/Bella, moving in Kyra into college, talking to Owen about condoms and adjusting to life without a ton of security guards protecting them. Also, an update on Alice, Jasper and their family, as well. We'll probably have this chapter, a Kyra chapter after this and then an epilogue. Then, SGG and Nerdella have had their story told. Leave me some lovin! I'd appreciate it! MWAH!