I'm starting to feel a little lonely with my boyfriend gone to Florida with his dad. Lucky dick! I hope the font comes out right near the end so it'll go well with the description...

Chapter 34

EPOV

With every inch my hands spread the oil across her skin, my dick awakened. I could go on all night with my hands all over her sensual body. My dick throbbed even more at the thought of massaging her front side.

"Bella, can you turn around?" I asked as I bent down near her face. She didn't reply. It looked as though she'd fallen asleep, so I got off of her and covered her up with the blankets.

Once I'd washed my hands and settled into bed, my dick finally started to relax so that I could get some shut eye. I was right on the verge of falling asleep, until something or someone prevented that from happening.

I felt a cool set of hands crawl across my chest down toward my dick, which was already arousing itself. Her little lips followed the trail of her hands with kisses. The moment she wrapped her warm hand around my growing dick and started to stroke, I was done for. I was now hard as a rock and my arousal from earlier due to my massaging her body, returned to me ten times harder.

I let her pleasure me for awhile before pulling her back up and turning her on her back. I was craving to be enfolded by her heated core. My fingertips searched for her folds and made sure she was lubricated enough for me to penetrate her, because I couldn't wait any longer.

She was more than ready for me, so I placed myself over her and she welcomed me by spreading her legs. I moaned while she gasped the moment I entered her. Within minutes I could feel her walls throbbing against my dick which intensified my orgasm quickly following hers.

I squinted due to the brightness of the sun that shone through a crack in the curtains. Turning my head over gently, my eyes fell upon a beauty by my side. She looked peaceful as she slept. I did not want to wake her, so I got up gently and walked over to the kitchen after having put on a pair of boxers.

I wasn't sure if there was anything I could make her for breakfast, but I scrounged around in the cupboards and the fridge anyway. Surprisingly, there were a few eggs left, but there was nothing to make on the side.

There was milk though and after looking in the cupboards, there was also flour. Hoping she liked pancakes, I started mixing the milk, eggs and flour to create the batter. My mother had taught me how to make them since it was so easy to do and she loved them. I treasured the moments I made them for her when she had still been eating. I smiled as I pictured my mother's face with a smile so big across it, that it almost split it in two.

I missed her dearly, but I had someone with me now that filled most of that void. I knew there was always going to be a spot for my mother, but the pain wouldn't be so bad with Bella in my life now. I just wished my mother could have met her, as I knew she would have loved her, that was for sure. Who wouldn't?

After slapping the first pancake on a plate, I almost jumped when Bella spoke to me. "Good morning, Edward. It smells good," she said. I had not heard her coming.

"Good morning, my Beauty," I replied before having turned around. She made me smile the moment I rotated myself around to look at her. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were still sleepy. One side of her face had wrinkled marks from the pillow case and her cheeks were pink. I was quickly aroused once I realized she was wearing one of my shirts.

Was it normal for me to find her so sexy with my shirt on? Maybe it was because she was so natural at the moment, but I did what I wanted to do; I bent over the counter that was between us and landed a big fat kiss on her pouted lips that had been calling to me.

She grinned and blushed at the same time. "I'm definitely not a beauty this morning. I'm sure I'd scare myself if I looked into the mirror." She padded her tousled hair. "Well, I could always take your word for it."

"Yes, you can. Now, how about some breakfast? I hope you like pancakes. This recipe was my mother's specialty," I said, hoping she'd believe me.

"Yes and yes. I'm starving." I handed her the plate I'd slapped the pancake on and pushed the bottle of syrup closer to her, adding the butter beside it in case she wanted some. My mouth watered as I watched her eat that first bite. "Mmmm," she moaned and licked her lips after having swallowed.

I gulped and turned around to continue my duty before I'd forget and the food would burn. She was still eating when the next one was up, so I decided to eat while I still cooked on the side. I tried to keep my eyes away from her, because I knew that if I didn't, I would lose control and take her right then and there. Not many women liked that type of sex and Bella did not look like the type. Not yet anyway.

She helped me clean up once we were done and I trapped her in the corner of the counters. My lips went to hers, which were still sweet from the syrup. She welcomed me by parting her lips. I caressed her as I inhaled her scent and the sensational feel she created.

I lifted her up to sit on the counter top which was a good height. My hands went to her ass to pull her closer to me and I could feel the heat protruding from her core. "Edward," she whispered. "Take me to the bedroom."

She didn't have to tell me twice. Her legs wrapped themselves around my back and her arms around my neck. I cupped her ass in my hands to carry her. She started kissing my cheek, then my neck, followed by my earlobes. I tried to walk faster to get to the bedroom without causing a catastrophe, but it was hard.

Finally reaching our destination, I placed her on the bed and lifted my shirt off of her plump breasts. I left the boxers on her and slipped my hand in the front slot as I teased her bud between her folds. Just by looking at her I knew I was pleasuring her in ways she had never been before. I'm sure my face told her the same thing when it was her turn, because it was true.

"Do you think we'll ever get anything done, Bella?" I asked her once we'd caught our breath again.

She grinned at me. "I hope so." She got up off the bed and headed for the washroom. "I'm going to get ready before something else happens because there are things that need to be done today. Although, I'd much rather continue doing what we were." Her eyebrows waggled up and down as she looked down at my limp dick.

He knew she was eying him and that's all it took for him to start hardening again. "You'd better hurry out of here before I can't control myself." She started biting her lower lip. "That's it, I can't stop him," I said pointing down at my dick, which was now hard again.

She was the only one who affected me that way, because it took me a lot longer than ten or fifteen minutes to get aroused again with other women after I'd just had an orgasm. It definitely proved that she was my soul mate.

There I was, lying on the bed with a hard dick, while Bella was standing by the door looking at me sheepishly. Her hand lightly brushed her breast and then she pinched her nipple. Her face flared up in embarrassment, but I wouldn't let that happen. "Ooh, Bella. You're driving me crazy over here. Stop teasing me." I wrapped my hand around my dick and lightly stroked. "See what you're doing to me, Bella? I don't usually do this, but I'm going insane watching you over there. How about you come over here and we put our hands where they actually belong?"

She jumped on the bed within seconds and pulled my hand off my dick to replace it with hers. "Much better, Bella," I said huskily. We were at it like rabbits one more time. I didn't even want to know how my days at work would drag having to wait to see her.

BPOV

While Edward was taking his shower, I turned my cell phone on. There were two messages.

"Bella? It's me Esme. Could you call me when you get this message? There is something I'd like to talk to you about and it's very important. Talk to you later, Sweetie." One down.

"Hey, Bella. It's Alice, but of course, you already knew that. Anyway, just thought I'd let you know that Phil's alright and they'll be letting him out later today after the doctor sees him. Later!" Two down.

Okay, so Aunt Esme sounded stressed and Alice sounded, cheerful? I called Aunt Esme first, but she preferred talking to me in person and asked me to meet her at Alice's. I wasn't sure if I should call Alice back right away. I found it kind of odd that she sounded so up beat after our encounter yesterday.

Edward walked out of the shower, answering my question for me that I'd just asked myself. "Edward, would you mind driving me to Alice's place today?" He looked at me questioningly as he eyed my cell phone in my hand. "Aunt Esme wants to talk to me, but not over the phone. She sounded sad, so I'd like to go soon if you don't mind."

"Not at all. Just let me finish getting ready and then we'll go." He headed back toward the washroom and walked out five minutes later. "I'm ready now," he said.

I didn't want to be mean, but I was secretly hoping that Alice wasn't there. She sounded like she was in a good mood earlier, but I didn't want to risk it. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer; which was Aunt Esme. "Hi, Bella."

My eyes tried to look behind her discreetly to see if Alice was there. "Hi. What's wrong Aunt Esme? You sounded sad on the phone and you look it, too."

"Come and have a seat with me, Bella. Do you want something to drink," she asked after having closed the door behind me.

"I'm okay, thanks for asking. Please tell me what it is." She was scaring me. What could be wrong now? Alice did tell me Phil was okay. Was it Dad?

She started preparing herself a cup of tea and I was getting anxious. "Is something wrong with Dad?" I quickly spurted the words out.

"Oh, no. He's fine, don't worry about him." She walked over toward the fridge to grab the milk.

"Okay, please tell me before I have an anxiety attack here." My legs started to shake by themselves.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. It's just that, well, this is hard for me to talk to you about." She sat down beside me after having set her cup of tea on the table. As soon as she sat down, she reached under the table toward the chair beside her and then lay a folder on top of the table.

It actually looked more like a portfolio of some sort. I looked at her and then reached out for it. It had an insignia on it, but I had never seen it before, or did I? I readjusted my eyes and concentrated, trying to figure out where I'd seen it before. My eyes fluttered a little lower to catch the word Funeral.

My face blanched once I realized what I as looking at. It was a portfolio to the funeral parlor we went to for gran. There were sudden streams of tears flooding down my face as my grandmother and my mother came to mind.

"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know how to tell you," I heard her wince after seeing my reaction.

"I don't know how I'm going to do this," I told myself more than I did to Esme.

"But you don't have to. That's what this is for, honey. I've already finished most of the documents. There are only a few things you'll need to look over, but that's all. I thought you'd know once I showed you the portfolio. Oh, Sweetheart, come here," she said as she dragged her chair closer to mine and then wrapped me in her arms.

I cried from sadness, but also from relief of not having to go through the heart wrenching arrangements. She was the best aunt anyone could ask for. This was someone that wasn't even related to my mother, although they had become great friends when they were pronounced sister-in-laws.

She reacted in a motherly way by slightly rocking back and forth and by brushing my hair out of my face. Alice was so lucky to have her mom around. I hoped she wouldn't take that for granted.

Finally releasing myself from her comforting hold, I wiped my face with my hand and reached over for the tissue box that aunt Esme had previously thought of placing close-by. "Thank you," I whispered after blowing my nose.

"I'm glad I could help. I know it's not easy to go through something like that, especially when it's your mother." She inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Whenever you're ready to go through the papers, let me know. There's no rush, so take all the time you need, Sweetheart." She gently rubbed my arm.

It looked like she was about to get up from her chair, but I didn't want her to leave me. "Can you stay beside me so we can do this now? I'd like to get it over with as fast as I can and set the funeral date as soon as possible. I hope it's simple as she didn't want anything fancy or depressing, either. Plus, after everything's over, we'll all be able to really say our goodbyes and she'll be able to rest in peace." There were a few silent tears that had escaped after I'd blinked.

There really wasn't much to do, which helped me relax a little. Once we'd accomplished what there was to do, I hugged her strongly and thanked her again. "I hope Alice realized how much of a great mother you are, Aunt Esme." I squeezed a little harder, enough to make my injuries hurt.

She pulled her chest away from me and cupped my face in her hands. "I'm not your mother, Bella and I can never replace her, but I want you to know that I will always be here for you. No matter what. You got that?" I nodded my head and she kissed my forehead.

The funeral home was supposed to be open seven days a week, so we called to see when they had an available time slot for my mother. He told us that he had was able to put us in for Wednesday evening. "Would you mind keeping that on hold for a few minutes? I'd like to discuss this with someone. How about I call you back?" We had him on speaker, but Aunt Esme was the one talking.

"Wow, that's quick, isn't it?" I asked her.

"Yes, it is, but isn't that what you want?"

"Yeah, I just wasn't expecting it to be this quick." I was dumbfounded. I shook my head to come back to reality. "Okay, why don't we take it and I'll advise everyone about it? I'm sure three and a half days is enough, right? And it's in the evening, so Dad won't have to leave too early and Alice can finish her day at school." I also wanted to say that Edward would be done his shift, too, but I kept that to myself.

We called back and confirmed we'd take the time he'd offered us. Everything was now set and ready. Well, most of it was. I still had to call people to notify them of the funeral and call the flower shop. I also wanted to make some collages with pictures of my mother.

I could almost swear aunt Esme could read minds. "Let me handle the flowers. You'll have more than enough with calling everyone your mother knew. Or I can call them if you give me a list."

"Okay, I'll let you do the flowers, but I want to be the one to call everyone. It'll be hard, but I'm sure most of them will appreciate it if I called. Thank you very much for all your help Aunt Esme. I am so grateful of having you around to help me."

"You're welcome. Now, go off and do what you have to do." She waved me off with her hands.

Edward came to pick me up after I had called him on his cell phone. He told me he'd be there at the funeral with me after I'd given him the date. Once that was out, I asked him to come over to my place with me to grab some stuff.

Starting to collect all of the arts and crafts I'd need to make the collages, I turned around to face Edward. "Um...would you mind if I bring this over to your place?" I asked him after I'd pretty much packed it all. I hadn't even thought about the fact that he might not want any of this in his apartment.

"What are you going to do with all of that?" he asked, curiously.

"I want to make some collages of my mother for the funeral. I'm not sure what I'll do exactly, but I'll figure something out. I might even need to get some extra stuff." I scratched my head hoping I wouldn't have to go shopping for more.

"I can help you if you'd like. I'm not too bad with art." He helped me pack the rest of it, so I guessed that meant he didn't mind me bringing it over.

We put everything in the trunk and just as I was about to sit in the car, I thought about my mother's phone book. "I'll be back," I said to Edward and rushed back into the house. That would be the best thing to have so I could contact everyone.

I was exhausted after having called only half of the numbers that were in my mother's phone book. Edward started rubbing my shoulders and he asked me if I wanted anything for lunch, even though it was way past that time.

He must have seen me looking at his cabinets and fridge, because he answered my thoughts.

"Don't worry, I have some food here now. I took the advantage of doing the groceries while you were with your aunt." I sighed. "How about some soup with grilled cheese sandwiches?"

"That would be good. If you don't mind," I replied.

"Why don't I do that while you finish your calls?" I nodded at him before he turned around to make the food and I picked up the phone again.

I hated talking to answering machines, but at the moment, with what I had to do, I preferred communicating with that than an actual person. When it was someone that answered and I told them about the funeral, they would start asking questions and I was not in the mood.

Both of us were extremely tired once the clock read ten o'clock at night. I knew Edward had to work tomorrow, but I wished he didn't have to go in. Yes, I was selfish sometimes. Okay, maybe when it had to do with him, I was always selfish.

I knew I could finish the collages tomorrow while he worked, although what we did together so far was fun to do. He'd ask me questions about where or what some of the pictures were. It felt great to talk about my mother that way, especially to Edward. He didn't know her very much, but I knew they'd have gotten along great.

The alarm clock went off waking me right away. "Damn it," I heard Edward say groggily. I was going to follow him out of bed, but he bent down to kiss me and told me to stay in bed and that he'd call me later from the hospital to see how I was.

I didn't want him to go as I'd already told myself the night before, but I knew he had no choice. He was just starting his job and I didn't want to be the reason he'd lose it, either. My body sunk deeper into the bed as I succumbed to the comfort it offered me. The mattress must have been some kind of orthopedic one, because it was extremely comfy...

My eyes fluttered open with an imprinted image of my mother's face. Had I dreamed of her? Sometimes I hated not remembering my dreams, especially in this case. I closed my eyes and tried to think of what I'd dreamed about, but nothing came up.

The phone rang, so I rolled over and reached for the night table to answer it. "Hello," I answered.

"Bella, are you still in bed?" I heard Edward say with laughter. "I'm glad you find my bed comfortable."

I looked over at the alarm clock, curious to see the time. It was noon! "Oh, my gosh! I can't believe I'm just getting up. I have to..."

He cut me off before I could say anything else. "Bella, relax, Baby. What do you need to do that's so important for you to rush out of bed?"

"Hmm, I don't know," I answered his question.

"Then you can stay in bed if you want. You can even stay there until I get home in a little less than five hours." I knew he was grinning when he made that comment. It actually made me all tingly inside.

"I don't know. What will I do within those five hours? Hmm, I keep getting flashbacks of the last few days we've spent in here and it's turning me on." It actually was. I just couldn't get enough with him, could I.

"Don't you dare start without me," he stated. "I'm serious. It's not right for you to have to please yourself, I have to be the one to do it."

"Ah, that sucks," I said, making sure the last word came out seductively.

"You're so mean to do this to me. I have to work here with patients, so I have to concentrate and you're not helping." I was pretty sure at that moment he was raking his hand through his hair. "I have to go, Bella. I'll see you later, Sweetheart."

"Bye," I replied and then hung up the phone.

I got out of bed right away before my mind started to get even dirtier. I knew it would be much better with him pleasuring me anyway, so I could definitely wait. My body shivered and tingled at the thought of his hands over me.

As I sat down for breakfast, I read a note on the table from Edward.

Have a good day, my love.

Love Edward

I smiled as I read his note, which was written in beautiful handwriting. His writing looked better than mine did. His hands were sure talented in many ways.

That made me think of the collage we'd started working on last night. I also thought about writing a speech for the funeral. There was no guarantee that I'd actually get up and say it, but I figured it was best to write something. I could always ask Alice to read it out for me.

I wasn't the type of person to snoop in people's stuff, but I needed some paper to write on. He had a desk in his extra bedroom, so I searched around it. I opened one of the drawers and fell upon a sketch pad. I opened them guiltily and gasped at the sketches, which were of me.

They were so beautiful it was hard to believe it was me on there. I blushed at one of them where I was sleeping on the chair in the hospital, which I could have sworn I'd drooled that morning, but, thankfully, he didn't put it in. The other ones were of me on his bed sleeping. When did he do all of these? There was no way he could have done the one from the hospital there, right? He must have a great, visual memory for that.

I set the pad aside and continued my task. I was itching to look further for other sketches, but I had already invaded his privacy enough and I knew that if it was the other way around, I'd prefer showing him than him finding it.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Hi everybody,

It is obvious that my mother was a great person with everybody here today.

My mom was the greatest mother I could have ever asked for. She was funny, loving and she was always happy, even when she was dying sick.

I wrote about the good times we'd had together and what I'd miss most about her. There were so many wet splotches adding up on the sheet that it was starting to blur the writing.

As I set the paper aside to wipe the tears away, I heard a click, kind of like a key opening a lock. I turned toward the door and found Edward looking at me with worry in his eyes.

"Oh, Bella," he said as he dropped his keys and ran toward me, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone."

"It's okay. I was just trying to write my speech for the funeral," I said after having gained my composure.

He looked down at the table where I had dropped the note pad. "Where did you get that?" I felt his body stiffen.

"It was in the desk from the guest bedroom. Why?" I suddenly felt like I had really invaded his privacy and I was scared at his tone of voice.

"What else did you find in there?"

I didn't want to answer that question.

Okay, so it's almost time to finish this baby of mine off. Give me some lovin' with some of your thoughts...