Well, this is it kids. We need to thank Stephenie Meyer for bringing us Edward, Bella and crew. I can't believe we are still riding that wave.
Cintia … thank you for always being here. A girl couldn't ask for a better beta.
Krizsta … You know I love you, and thank you for coming into my life. You allow me to pick your brain at all hours, yet holding firm to your RL 'cause you know I'd take that time too if you'd let me! Xoxox
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I am on hiatus for a bit while I get In Plain Sight up and running for publishing and then I'm starting another fun one with our favorite couple. So, till next time …
"This is so exciting, Alice!" Bella exclaims, getting a backstage tour of Alice Whitlock Designs first fashion week show.
"I am so nervous, Bella. What if they don't like it?"
"How can they not? You have been dressing the social elite in this town for the past two years. Of course they will like it." Bella argues, trying to quell her friend's nerves with a hug. "I'm going to go and take my seat. Good luck. I'm so excited for you."
"I couldn't have done it without you. You know that, right? It's because of you that I even got started. Now get out there, so that I can get this show on the road."
Bella hugs Alice one last time and takes her seat in the front row, next to some of the top models and designers in the industry.
"Is she about to piss her pants?" Rosalie jokes as soon as Bella sits down beside her.
"You have no idea."
As soon as the girls get comfortable, the lights dim, the beat of the music begins and the spotlight shines on the models as they strut down the runway. Bella watches the approving expressions of the audience and knows Alice has jumped that last hurdle to success.
At the end of the show, Alice comes out, surrounded by her models, to take her bow, and after the room empties, Bella and Rosalie hurry backstage to congratulate their friend on her successful show. Now they wait for the reviews to come out.
"Congratulations, wife," Jasper says into Alice's ear. "Now, let's get you home and off your feet before that son of mine decides to make his appearance earlier than expected, shall we?"
"That sounds heavenly," Alice replies, exhausted.
"We'll see you at the wedding, Rosalie. Thanks for coming and supporting me. I know you have a lot to do, and you being here means a lot to me," Alice says to Rosalie. "Let's do one more fitting tomorrow, just to make sure I didn't miss anything, all right?"
"Alice, you have triple checked that gown nearly every day. It's perfect, just like you. Now go home and rest, and I'll see you Saturday. That baby needs to cook a little bit longer, and you need to be rested for my wedding." Rosalie bends to kiss Alice's cheek then watch as Jasper and Alice say their goodbyes to everyone.
"She's so worried about my gown, and it's beautiful as it is. It fits me perfectly. Bella, will you call her to tell her to stay home tomorrow? She needs to rest. She hasn't had a day off since she decided to show her line this season."
"I know. You're right, Rose. I think I'll call Jasper in the morning. He'll make her stay home," Bella says, agreeing with her. "I think you're all set for everything else. I guess Edward and I will meet you at the hotel for the dinner at five o'clock, right?"
"Yes, and tell him not to keep Emmett out too late tonight, all right?"
"They're just going for dinner, Rose. Emmett told you he didn't want a bachelor's party, so Edward is only going to dinner. That's all," Bella retorts, rolling her eyes.
~.~
As Edward stands next to his best friend at the altar, he watches as the maid of honor walks toward him.
He has eyes only for her and envisions her in a gown of white herself. He gives her the smirk that melts her every time, and Bella shakes her head, giggling at his antics. As the wedding party waits for Rosalie's trek down the aisle, Edward and Bella sneak peeks at each other, both thinking the same thing — when will they be the next to get married.
Edward promises himself that he won't use something as mundane as someone else's wedding to pop the question.
No, when he proposes to Bella, it has to be epic.
~.~
After the wedding festivities and fashion week madness settles down, Edward and Bella's lives return to normal.
Bella's gallery officially opened shortly after Edward's return home from the hospital. She was pleasantly surprised at how well Seth managed it the week after the shooting. For a while, there were a lot of people that stopped in just to see the scene of the crime but later became more enthralled by Edward's photographs on display. After TIME did an article on their beloved and most popular photojournalist, he became even better known. In the end, the gallery received an influx of phone calls hoping to place an order for future prints.
It has been a long-standing joke now between Bella and Edward that even the garbage men wouldn't take Philip's artwork from the Chicago gallery. When an attempt to donate the pieces to a charitable organization failed, it wouldn't even sell at a garage sale. At one point, Bella had attempted to reach Phil's attorney to advise him to retrieve the art, only to learn that Phil no longer had an attorney. Bella did retain one particular piece that he painted of her and her parents while on vacation in Hawaii. Having a fond memory of that time, she hung it in her home office. As for the others, she placed a legal notice in the New York Times that his work would be destroyed in thirty days, and even then, received no contact. Bella felt she had done everything required of her, with the exception of contacting Philip himself, and after hanging on to the art for an additional thirty days, she had it destroyed.
Bella sits back in her chair looking at the portrait of her and her parents on the sunny beach and allows her mind to drift back to the trial.
Bella is the first witness to be called by the prosecution, and the moment her eyes land on Phil's, she sees that he has no remorse.
"And Ms. Swan, would you please tell the court exactly what happened when you saw the defendant aim his gun at you?"
"Mr. Dwyer reached inside the breast pocket of his suit, pulled the pistol out and aimed it at me. Edward was standing to my left, and when he saw the gun, he jumped in front of me just as the gun went off. He fell to the ground immediately. I … I thought he was dead," she explains, describing that fateful night.
"And then what happened?" the prosecutor asks.
"I fell to my knees beside Edward when his father, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, came into the room. It was chaos, and I'm afraid I don't recall what was happening around me. I was focused on Edward."
"Did you attack the defendant, Ms. Swan?"
Bella's heart began to race at this question. She knew she could possibly be charged with assault herself for hitting and kicking Phil, but she'd do it again without hesitation.
"Yes, sir, I'm afraid I did," she answers ashamedly.
"Would you describe the attack for the court, please?"
"After seeing Edward lying in a pool of blood with bullet holes in his body, I got angry. I guess I was in shock and stood up, balled my hand into a fist and hit his jaw. When he smirked at me, I kicked him."
"Where did you kick him?"
"Um … between the legs," she says, sneaking a peek at the jury.
The judge had to call the courtroom to order when everyone started laughing behind their hands … and that included the jury.
When the prosecutor called Edward to the stand, he and Bella looked at one another when he entered the courtroom. She gave him a reassuring smile when he settled into the witness seat.
"Mr. Cullen, why did you jump in front of Ms. Swan when you saw the gun aimed at her?"
Edward was expecting this question since he had been prepared by the State prior to the trial, but he still felt it was a ridiculous one.
"Because I love her," he says. "When I saw him pull the gun out of his jacket, I honestly thought he was going to aim it at me. I knew he had feelings for Bella, but when I saw him point the pistol at her, I was surprised he didn't aim it at me. I jumped in front of her, so he wouldn't shoot her."
The Judge had to call the courtroom to order again when there was a collective "Awe".
After five days of testimony, the guilty verdict came back quickly, and the Judge sentenced him to the maximum allowable by law of twenty-five years in prison. Philip Dwyer will be nearly sixty years of age when he's released, unless he's granted parole in fifteen years.
Edward and Bella both breathed a sigh of relief when the sentencing was handed down, and when Phil looked over at the both of them, he finally showed a small sign of remorse. He took the punishment well.
~.~
Edward paces the vast space of his living room, wanting to plan something special for Bella. He knows what he wants, he just doesn't know if Bella is ready — or up to it. He decides to take the plunge.
Isabella? ~ Edward
Bella sees the text and a slight audible catch in her breath is heard throughout her home office where she's painting another portrait. She grins and, hoping it's what she thinks this is, plays along.
Yes, Anthony? ~ Bella
Edward closes his eyes and drops his head back, smiling at her text.
I want you to come to me tonight at seven o'clock. I want you to wear the red plaid skirt. ~ Edward
Bella giggles out loud, grateful she still has her school girl outfit packed in a box inside her closet. She glances down when he sends another text.
Do not wear anything under the skirt. I want your pussy bare and soft for me. ~ Edward
She giggles again when she takes longer than usual to reply.
Edward, on the other hand, is sweating bullets hoping she isn't pissed.
At seven o'clock. ~ Edward
Again, she makes him wait.
I'll be there. ~ Bella
She can feel the wetness pool in her panties already as she jumps up from her desk, running to her closet to retrieve the outfit.
Edward sits back after receiving her answer and can literally feel his cock grow hard in anticipation.
Little do they know that at the very same moment, they each look at their watch to check the time. They have three hours to prepare.
Bella takes a long hot bath, wanting to touch herself to relieve the throbbing between her legs, opting to leave it for Anthony. After she shaves thoroughly, Bella then showers in the scent he loves.
Making sure to soften her skin with body lotion, she applies a light touch of makeup and leaves her hair down in long curls.
Revamping the outfit a bit from the last time she wore it, she wears a small white Daisy Duke top that ties under her breasts. The skirt barely covers her bare ass, and she has no idea how to hide this daring outfit as she travels to Edward's place. Wearing black knee socks and black Mary Jane's, she's ready when Stuart announces her cab is waiting.
Slipping her arms into a knee length light blue rain coat, she heads downstairs to the cab. In anticipation for what's waiting for her, her body betrays her as she feels the throbbing begin again. She sighs deeply as the cab pulls up to Edward's building and after paying the driver, she hurries inside before anyone else sees her.
Once inside the elevator, Bella's heart rate increases. Her breathing becomes shallower, and her desire is overwhelming.
As soon as the elevator stops, it seems forever before the doors open. Once they do, she expects to see Edward waiting for her, but he's not. Remembering that she is to go to the bedroom, she heads down the hall. As she's about to open the closed door, she sees candle light coming from Edward's room. Releasing the door's handle, she slowly makes her way to the double doors that are opened at the end of the hall.
The moment she steps inside, he grabs her, turning her toward the wall.
"What took you so long?" he growled into her ear. "I've waited a long time for this, Isabella."
Taking the blindfold, he places it over her eyes, and she smiles at the familiarity of it. After it's firmly in place, he turns her around and kisses her, deeply, his tongue invading her mouth.
"Now, let's see if you followed instructions, little girl."
While he slowly unbuttons her coat, he smiles at her sexy skimpy outfit. Dropping the coat onto a chair, he stands back to observe her. Her breathing is deep and labored. Her nipples are nearly ready to pop through the small material covering them.
"Very fucking sexy, Isabella," he says, licking between her breasts, his tongue leaving a wet trail up to her collarbone. "Now, let's see if your pussy is ready for me."
Dropping to his knees, he can see from there that she's bare under the very, very, very short skirt.
"Spread your legs," he commands. Keeping his hands on his thighs, he watches as she opens her legs for him. Intentionally making her wait, he blows cool air over her. Her response is just what he wants. He hears a shuddering release of air coming from her as she pushes her hips forward.
"Do you want me to taste your delicious pussy, Isabella?"
She doesn't answer. She's afraid she may come from the sheer anticipation of waiting for his tongue to touch her.
"Spread your lips for me, baby," he instructs, watching as her hands do what he's asked. When she parts them for him, he has to fight to remain calm at seeing her swollen clit.
No longer able to resist, he buries his face between her legs, and his mouth devours her. His tongue works over her ravenously as she buries her fingers in his hair, holding him to her.
"Fuck!" she shouts upon feeling the intensity of the orgasm as he expertly moves his mouth over her.
"That's it, Isabella," he says against her clit. "Fucking come in my mouth, baby."
And that's exactly what she does.
Lifting her in his arms, he carries her across the room, and after placing her on her feet, he runs his hands under the skirt that's barely covering the soft skin of her luscious ass.
"Now, turn around and take off your shoes and those sexy stockings." He stands back as she does what he says. She bends over, unbuckles her shoes and slips off the black socks. All the while, he watches the bare ass in front of him. He can see her soaked pussy, red from his mouth's abuse on her.
Watching her display, he dips his hand into his jeans to adjust his rock hard cock. His need to bury it inside her is intense, but he has a better idea.
"Isabella, would you like to please me now?" he asks. The smile on her face gives him his answer.
"Yes, I would."
He unbuttons his jeans. "And take that top off."
He watches as she unties the small bow, slips the material off her shoulders and down her arms. She lowers herself to her knees in front of him and he bends down to cup her firm breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough that a small squeal escapes her.
"Unzip my pants, little girl. I need your mouth on me."
He can't help but grin when she runs her hands up his thighs on their way to the zipper, making sure she rubs heavily over his cock first. He looks into the floor-length mirror in front of him, and grins when he sees Bella's sweet ass peeking out at him as she's undressing him.
"That's a good girl," he nearly whimpers as she frees him before pulling his pants down to his ankles. He steps out of his jeans, spreading his feet for stability while she caresses him in both hands. His breath stutters when in long, slow strokes, she takes him into her mouth. She inwardly smiles when she hears the sharp hiss come from him as his cock moves slowly down her throat.
Nearly coming as soon as her warmth covers him, he wants more. Sliding out of her warm haven, he pulls her up by her arms until she's on her feet. In a swift movement, she's over his shoulder before she even realizes what's happening. Hearing her squeal, he buries his fingers between her legs and slips between her lips, toying with her as he carries to 'the chair'.
"Do you remember how you sucked my cock on the chair, Isabella?" he reminds her.
"Y … yes," she stammers.
"I want that again." He sits her down on the chair that he moved into his room just for this night. She turns, straddles the seat and pushes up with her legs, allowing her head to hang over the curved end. He's actually surprised at her eagerness and hurries to take his place at the end of the chair.
"That's so fucking sexy, baby. Now open your mouth and lift that skirt. I want to see you play with that pussy of mine."
As soon as her mouth opens, he slowly guides his more than ready cock inside. Feeling the back of her throat, she allows him to slide all the way in until his pubic bone is flush with her chin.
"Jesus fucking Christ, that feels so fucking good!" he growls as he withdraws, allowing her to breath.
He doesn't have to tell her what to do with her hand because she's attacking her clit with a heated fervor that will have her coming in no time.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth now, Isabella," he hisses, pushing into her throat again. Holding the sides of her jaw, feeling her throat expand as he enters it, he gets a slow gentle rhythm going. He feels the burn in his groin as soon she hums her pleasure around his cock.
"Oh, God, baby …" he hisses. "Make yourself come, because I'm getting close."
He watches as she spreads her shiny wetness over herself, her hips moving in rhythm to his while he fucks her mouth.
"Shit … shit … shit!" he yells, his hips rocking his cock down her throat. "I'm coming now, Isabella. Swallow me, baby."
As soon as the words leave his mouth, Bella comes hard, and so does he, his cum streaming down her throat.
Edward reluctantly pulls himself out and rushes to her, tugging her into his arms while removing the blindfold.
"Oh, baby, I love you so fucking much! Thank you. Thank you for loving me," he coos in her ear while rocking her in his arms.
Edward chuckles, and he pulls back to look into her eyes. "So, you like a little Anthony now and then?"
"Oh, yes," Bella answers in a breathy voice.
"Good, because it's who I am. Is it safe to say that I can bring him out more often then?"
"Oh, yes," she repeats herself through a small chuckle.
"Good. Now take that skirt off and lay face down over the back of the chair."
Bella does as she's told and he lifts her high enough over the curved end so her pussy is at his face level. It's there that he feasts on her once more until his cock is ready. Fortunately, it doesn't take long and he lowers her down her over him where Bella instinctually rocks her hips as he fucks her. Edward lays back onto the chair, watching himself disappear inside her.
"That's it, baby. Let me feel it. Let me feel you come all over me," he growls knowing he's close.
"Oh, God, Anthony," she cries out. Edward grins at her calling out Anthony. He wraps one arm around her waist and the other around her breasts, cupping one tightly as he pulls her back onto his chest. He lays them both back then slows the pace a bit then as soon as the feeling of his impending orgasm passes, he picks it up again. He touches where they are joined and that's their undoing. Bella raises her arms to thread her fingers through his hair reveling in the feeling of his hands on her.
"Bella …" Edward whimpers into her ear as he drives hard into her. She pulls his hair taught as they both cry out in ecstasy, reaching heights they never knew existed until now.
Spent, Bella lays heavily on him while they both catch their breath.
"Best fucking investment I've ever made," he says, his hand smoothing over the leather chair.
"Yes. I think you should leave it here for now," Bella agrees.
~.~
Once Emmett and Rosalie return from their honeymoon to the Caymans, Edward books a much needed workout session.
"It's been a while Eddie," Emmett says, pulling weights to begin their training.
"Yeah, I know. I've noticed it myself. Especially lately," Edward replies, noticing how out of shape he is, particularly his recent intense nights with Isabella. He grins at the memories.
"Oh, the look on your face!" Emmett bellows. "Giving your girl a run for her money, are we?"
Edward can't help but grin again and grabs the hand weights to do the reps for the bicep workout. "We?"
"When are you going to ask her to marry you? You've been together nearly three years. Alice and Jasper have been married for two with a baby due any day now. Rosie and I finally did the deed, and if she's not pregnant after that honeymoon, my swimmers and I need a serious talk."
"Em, I'm not going to ask Bella to marry me simply because my friends are married. After my fuck-up, I wanted to prove to her that I'm not that man. It's only recently that we've come one hundred percent in our relationship, and it's going great. She's the perfect girl for me, and I don't want to mess it up, you know?" Edward says, out of breath already after only two reps.
"So, Rosie tells me you two are using the chair again." Edward drops a weight and his head snaps in Emmett's direction.
"Who told her that?!"
"Well, who do you think?" Emmett grins.
"I never thought Bella would kiss and tell. That little minx. That's spank-worthy right there," Edward says, grinning at plotting another night with Isabella.
"Um, I was thinking about getting one for us. Do you like it?" Emmett asks, his attention riveted on Edward.
"You have no fucking idea! I can't describe it, Em. Bella doesn't even want to use the bed much anymore, and we have sex every night. She practically lives at my place."
"Hot damn!" Emmett says in a whisper. "Where do I get me one of those?"
"You can get them anywhere online. Just Google Tantra Chair. They're expensive, but so worth every penny. Now, are you going to train me or what?"
"Yeah, but after we're done, you and I are going to order me one of those."
After the session is finished and the chair is ordered, Edward heads home to look through his most recent batch of photos that will be shown at a charity event that Bella has organized. As he's walking toward home, he passes a jeweler's that has a display of diamond rings.
"What can it hurt to look, right?" he says to himself.
An hour later he's sitting in front of his computer reviewing his photos, and when he comes across one of Bella, he can only stare at it. It's the one of her sitting in the meadow with a strand of hair in her face, put there by a light breeze.
He recalls the first day he saw her. The way she danced for him. And how can he forget that first morning on the train? How she let him press his cock into her while trying to remain oblivious to it. He smiles at how turned on she was the first time he reached under her skirt and inside the folds of her wet lips.
Edward sits forward with a very huge and a very naughty grin on his face.
His devious thoughts are interrupted by his cell phone, and he knows who it is by the ringtone.
"Hey, Jazz, what's up?"
"It's … it's … it's …" Jasper stammers, his breathing erratic.
"Jasper, is Alice all right?" Edward asks, already heading toward the door.
"It's coming, Edward. The baby … it's coming."
"Okay, just calm the fuck down, Jazz. She needs you. Are you at the hospital?"
"No. Still at home. But I think I need to take her. Should I?"
Edward laughs out loud and stares at his phone. "How close are her contractions? Have you called the doctor?"
"They're eight minutes apart, and the doc says to go when they are five minutes apart."
"Okay, first you need to calm down, Jazz. Do you need us to come over or meet you at the hospital?" he asks, grabbing his keys and wallet.
"Meet us at the hospital. I'm taking her, and I don't care how close the contractions are. I don't want anything to happen to her," he says, out of breath and nearly crying.
"Okay, I'll get the gang together and meet you there. You just take care of your wife and don't forget her bag. Bella said she packed it for Alice."
"I gotta go, she's having another one!" With that, Jasper hangs up the phone and Edward calls Bella.
"Hey, hon, I just got a call from Jazz. Alice is in labor and wants to meet us at the hospital. Can you get a cab and meet me there?" Edward calmly asks between Bella's squeals.
"Yes! I'll meet you there!" Bella shrieks and hangs up.
On his way down the elevator, Edward calls Emmett and Rosalie to tell them the news. It doesn't take long to get a cab, and he's on his way as well.
After four hours of waiting, Jackson Brandon Whitlock was born. Everyone stands around the room itching to hold the first baby of their small, but tight, group of friends.
"Oh, Alice, he's beautiful," Bella says, cooing over the tiny baby, wondering if she's ever going to have one of these.
"He is, isn't he?" the new mother replies, staring at her son. "Now if you would hurry and have a little girl, we can have one of those arranged marriages."
Bella wipes the rogue tear from her face just as Edward walks in.
"Hey, what's the matter, babe?" he asks, concerned at seeing his girl teary eyed.
"Oh, it's this little guy here. Isn't he beautiful?" she asks, playing with five tiny fingers.
"He sure is," Edward says stroking the baby's soft cheek.
Edward takes the baby from Bella, talking football and how he's going to teach him the rules of the game.
Bella and Alice look at each other and giggle.
"Okay, Jax, I'm going to give you back to your momma. But you tell her you like boxer briefs and none of those goofy baggy boxers, okay?" The girls are laughing at Edward's life-lessons to the eight-hour old infant.
As soon as the baby is back with its mother, Jasper comes in with ice cream for his wife. "Here you go, wife. They didn't have pistachio, but I got you something better ... Vanilla." At seeing the scowl on Alice's face, he is dismayed at her reaction. "That is no Baskin and Robbins down there, so you will have to make do."
"How about my son, Edward? Isn't he spectacular?"
"That he is, Jazz. You did good, my friend," Edward says, draping his arm over Jasper's shoulder.
"When are you going to have one of these?" he asks Edward quietly.
"Not sure. Got to get my life in order first, I guess." Upon hearing that reply, Bella's heart sinks.
"Bella," Alice whispers. "Do you remember how it was in the beginning for all of us? How Rosie and I began dating Emmett and Jasper long before you and Edward even liked each other?" Bella nods in understanding.
"I guess it's kind of like that still. We got married first, but that doesn't mean you won't. He loves you, and you know that. Just give him some time." Bella sneaks a peek at Edward and sees him talking to Jasper.
"I know he will. I'm just all emotional over this little guy here," Bella says, lightening up the mood.
Edward observes Bella with Jax and leans in to whisper into Jasper's ear, and when Jazz's eyes go wide, he quickly returns his attention to his son and wife.
Next to hold the baby is Rosalie, who coos all over him. Emmett passes from holding him, citing he's afraid "he'll drop the slippery thing."
After everyone looks up to see that Alice is fast asleep, it is determined that it's time to leave, and they all plan to meet for dinner. That is everyone except Jasper. He stays behind to be with his family.
Edward has already placed an order to have a pizza delivered to their room because he knows that Jasper would starve before leaving Alice alone tonight.
~.~
After the holidays, spring has sprung, and life has settled nicely for the group of friends. Jasper, Alice and Jackson have moved into their new home. Emmett and Rosalie are the same intense pair they always were, but even more so now that their chair was delivered. Emmett claims they are working on a baby. Edward can barely get Em to schedule a session anymore.
Bella is upstairs in Alice's studio playing with Jax and the new toy she brought him.
"Hey, Alice. I have something to tell you," Bella says shyly, her hands over her stomach. The words don't even need to be said. Alice figures it out on her own.
"Are you pregnant? Does he know?" she asks excitedly. Bella shakes her head and returns her attention to Jackson.
"I don't know how to tell him that I messed up and forgot to get my shot. Seth doesn't remind me of those things like you did, and I got so busy with the show in San Francisco, I totally forgot. By then it was too late." Tears pool in her eyes as she explains how it happened.
"You've got to tell him, Bella."
"I know. I just don't think he's ready. He's not even ready to get married, so how can he be ready for a baby?"
"You've got to tell him," Alice repeats herself. "The longer you wait, the harder it will be."
"I will. I promise."
"Okay, Jackson, let's try out this new giraffe Auntie Bella got you." Bella sits the four month old inside the seat of the giraffe on wheels and pushes him around. "Once you're old enough, you can move it along under your own power," Aunt Bella explains to Jax. As soon as he giggles, Bella pushes him all around the studio just to hear him enjoy the new toy.
As soon as Bella gets home that evening, she calls Edward and invites him to meet her for lunch the next day with hopes of getting up the nerve to tell him about the baby.
"Is everything all right?" he asks, sensing something's up.
"Yes, everything's fine," she says feigning aloofness. "I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."
"Love you too, baby. Are you sure everything's okay?" he asks again.
"Positive," she lies.
"Well, sleep tight, and I'll see you tomorrow."
After they hang up, Edward mentally prepares to meet her tomorrow.
~.~
Choosing the perfect dress to wear for her lunch with Edward, she slips into black lace lingerie and black stockings. She knows he loves this look, and she hopes she gets the opportunity to show it to him. Lowering the royal blue dress over her head, she slips into a pair of black patent leather shoes. Taking care with her hair and makeup, she takes one last look as she grabs her black rain coat since it's scheduled to rain all day.
Walking the short distance to the subway, Bella pulls out her smart phone to send an email to Seth to remind him to call the supplier today.
It doesn't take long for her to recognize the scent that's coming from behind her.
"Hello, Isabella," Edward says, his hand spreads over her stomach, pulling her into his hard cock.
A slow grin overcomes her, and her eyes immediately scan the subway car to make sure no one is watching them.
"You look ravishing today. Is that for me?" Bella nods in response.
As his other hand roams down her hip to the back of her thigh, he feels the lace tops of her stocking, and he hisses air through his teeth.
"You naughty girl. You're wearing lace under this dress, aren't you?" He smiles at her answer.
He, too, scans the car as he gathers the material of the back of her dress and pulls it high over her round ass. He spies a man watching, but Bella uses her rain coat that's draped over her arm to hide from him.
Feeling the garters, he pulls one, allowing it to snap against her skin. "I want to put my tongue inside you, baby. I want to drink you because I know you are fucking wet for me, aren't you?"
"Yes," she sighs.
"You missed this, didn't you? You missed me fucking you on this train."
Bella's head falls back against his shoulder as she opens her legs for him.
"Do you know what today is?" Bella stiffens because she doesn't know. She racks her brain to remember, but nothing comes up.
"It's the first day I rubbed my cock against this ass of yours," he says, emphasizing his statement by pushing into her again. "Come to think of it, Isabella, I've never had this ass. I think it's time, don't you?"
Bella is ready to draw the line with that one because there's no way in hell she's going to get ass fucked on a train.
"But I won't do it here. I'll take you home and drape you over the chair where your ass will be ready for me to pluck. I'll take the tip of my cock and put it right here." He takes some of her fluid and rubs it against her opening, teasing her.
Bella's knees are ready to give out, but Edward wraps his arm around her waist, holding her to him. He returns his finger to the pool of wetness and grazes over her swollen clit, eliciting a whimper from her.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Isabella. I'm going to put my cock inside you, and you won't come until I say, is that understood?"
"Y … yes," she whispers.
He lifts her up just enough to ease inside her while lowering her down on his cock at the same time.
"Jesus, baby, you are so fucking wet I can hear it," he whispers into her ear. "Now, see that man watching you? He suspects we're up to dirty things. He's been watching you since your tongue licked your luscious lips. He wants to fuck you, but he never will. You're mine." he says as his cock pushes in and out of her, brushing over her sweet spot. Edward looks at the man with a slow smirk.
"Fuck, you feel so good. I want to cry your name for everyone to hear while I empty my cock inside you." He says this because he knows she loves his dirty talk, and he can feel her walls quivering around him.
Edward looks at the man whose eyes are riveted on the couple that are clearly about to enjoy mutual satisfaction.
"What are you going to say to our children when they want to hear the story of how I asked you to marry me? Will you tell them that I was fucking you on the train while a stranger watched my wife come?" Bella lets out an audible whimper at his words.
"I love you so fucking much," he says next her ear while his hips continue to move against her ass. "I want you to come now."
Bella's eyes focus on the sign advertising men's clothing while her mouth opens in a silent cry as both she and Edward nearly alert the other passengers of their dirty deed.
After pulling out of her, he reaches into his back pocket for the dry cloth he brought to clean them up with. After lowering the back of her dress, he stows the cloth and then reaching into his front pocket, he pulls out the one thing he can't wait to give her.
"You can tell our children that I met you on the train, I fell in love with you on the train, and I asked you to marry me on the train."
Bella doesn't say anything, but only looks down at the ring and tears begin to fall.
"Your silence is killing me, baby. I need you to say something here."
Bella holds out her left hand and guides her finger through the ring, as Edward pushes it past her knuckle, settling it where it will remain for the rest of their lives.
"In seven months, you can tell your baby yourself how you asked its mother to marry its father."
Stunned at what he thinks he just heard, Edward turns her around to face him, and she sees tears in his eyes.
"We're having a baby?" he asks, a huge smile on his face. Bella nods in answer, and he pulls her into his arms.
"Isabella Marie Swan, would you please do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?"
With that, Bella jumps into his arms and crashes her mouth to his, nodding her answer through her kiss.
Arm in arm, Edward and Bella walk to the gallery where she pulls out her phone and sends a text to her best friend.
I'm going to need another dress. ~ Bella
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Stay tuned and I'll see you next time. xoxo
