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Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait on the update, I've been student teaching and it's a crazy time for me right now. I really hope you like this chapter!
Chapter 37 – Honeymoon Part One: Paris
Andria's POV:
Edward pulled the car to a stop in front of a very large, very ornate looking building. The late morning was bright and sunny, but the sleek, expensive car had dark windows and the building cast a dark shadow over the street where Edward had pulled up. He had kept our destination secret while driving through the winding streets until I had finally realized we were in Paris.
Stepping out of the car, Edward walked around the front and opened my door. "Welcome to our destination, my beautiful wife," he whispered in my ear as he pulled me to stand beside him.
The bellhop, dressed in a navy jacket with shiny gold buttons, greeted us, grinning as he took in the sight of Edward and me in our tux and gown. People that had been walking down the street, past the hotel, had slowed their pace and were staring at us.
"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Cullen. Your sister called to say you would be here at this time. The key to your room is at the front desk, I'll bring your bags up in just a moment."
"Thank you," Edward replied, slipping the man a tip. Then he led me inside the building.
More people were milling about in the massive lobby of the building, but when Edward and I entered they all stopped and watched us.
"This must be what Alice was talking about. Really, why did she want us to have all of this attention?" I asked. My heels clicked against the marble floor as we made our way to the large mahogany desk.
"Alice has a flare for extravagance, and loves any chance to show off her hand made creations, like your dress."
"Well, Alice may enjoy all eyes on her, but it makes me feel like something is wrong with me, or I have something stuck on me somewhere," I replied, glancing around to see that everyone's attention was now solely focused on Edward and me.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, and you look incredible," Edward assured me as we reached the desk.
"Ah, Mr. Cullen, my name is Jacques Robert and I'm the manager here. If there is anything you need during your stay here please do not hesitate to ask. Here is your key and your room is on…"
"Thank you, Monsieur Robert, but my sister is the owner of the rooms. I'm aware of its location," Edward snapped at the overly exuberant manager. "My wife and I have had a long flight and would like to relax for the day. Please have the bellhop leave our bags outside the door. I'll collect them eventually." Edward handed the man the equivalent of one hundred dollars in euros, took our key from the desk, and then led me to the elevator.
When the doors slid shut, I burst into laughter. "His expression was priceless, but did you have to be so rude."
"I wouldn't have been, if his thoughts hadn't been focused on imagining you without your wedding gown."
I sobered instantly, but then an idea came to mind and I stood in front of Edward and slid my hands up his chest. "Would you like to know what's under my dress?"
Edward's rumbling growl, from deep in his chest, made me smirk.
"I've been thinking about what's under your dress since the moment I saw you walk down the aisle yesterday. I would have had you on the plane, if Alice hadn't promised to castrate me if I ruined your make up or dress before we arrived here." His voice was only a whisper, and when the elevator dinged to signal we had arrived at the top floor, it seemed too loud.
When the elevator doors opened, we stepped out into a hallway. There was only one door down to the right of the elevator. Edward swept me into his arms, and I giggled.
"It's a husband's duty to carry his wife over the threshold," he said and his lips brushed against the shell of my ear.
Cradling me with one arm, Edward slid the key into the door and pushed it open with his foot. We entered the suite, and Edward set me on my feet, but kept me close against his body.
I couldn't help but gape at the extravagant and beautiful cream and gold interior. The furniture was dark wood and the fabric a light cream. On the wall directly in front of us were huge glass doors that led out to a beautiful balcony. Creamy lightweight drapes hung from gold rods. Colorful landscape paintings hung sporadically around the room, bringing pops of color to the cream and gold tones of the room. Double doors were to our left, and to the right was an open doorway that led to a beautiful dining room.
"Do you like it?" Edward whispered as his hands traveled from my shoulders, sliding across my collarbone and then down my sides to rest on my hips.
I turned my head to press my lips against his jaw. "I love it. It's gorgeous. Does Alice really own the entire floor?"
"Yes. The building was renovated twenty years ago, and under a different name Jasper purchased the entire top floor from the hotel. At first they didn't want to sell, but Jasper paid enough money to cover several years' worth of what someone else would have paid for vacationing here. Alice renovated it the way she wanted it designed, and over the years we've allowed a select few CEO's and celebrities pay to lease the space for brief periods, but mostly it stays vacant until Alice decides to come to Paris, which happens at least once a year."
"That's interesting, but enough about the suite. I believe you said you've been waiting to see what was under my dress," I said as I twisted in Edward's arms to face him.
In a blink of an eye, I was cradled to Edward and he was opening the double doors that led to the bedroom. The room was a soft blue, with cream accents. The large iron bed was ivory colored and draped in pale blue bedding.
A soft cream, blue, and gold rug was under the bed, with about two feet spanning around the bed. The floors were a gorgeous honey color. Before I could continue observing the room, Edward brought my attention back to him as he pulled me close to him and covered my mouth with his.
Deepening the kiss, he slid his hands up my bare back and to the halter of my dress. Alice had fashioned a clasp on the dress at the nape of my neck. Edward easily unhooked the clasp and the straps to my dress fell loose. He moved his hands to rest on my hips, gripping them as his tongue slid across mine in a sensual tango.
I slid my hands up Edward's chest and under his the jacket of his tux, pushing it off his shoulders as I skimmed my hands down his arms. My hands moved back to undo the buttons of his shirt while Edward's lips moved from my mouth to trail down my neck to my collarbone.
I popped the last button open, and Edward's shirt joined the already discarded jacket on the floor. Edward stepped back, and his black eyes met mine. Slowly he tugged the heavy layers of fabric down my body. When it passed my hips, it fell to the floor in a pool of white.
Edward groaned as his eyes raked over my body. I hadn't worn a bra and my white lace thong was practically transparent.
He lifted me by my hips, and I instantly felt my back hit the mattress as Edward covered me with his body.
"You're delectable, Mrs. Cullen," he whispered hoarsely.
Slowly, Edward trailed wet kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, and down to my breasts. He captured one between his lips, and my back arched. A moan escaped my lips as his fingers teased my other breast, tugging and twisting my nipple with just enough force to drive me crazy.
With one hand still teasing my breast, Edward began his journey down my body. His tongue dipped in my bellybutton, and I whimpered.
Edward purred in satisfaction as he continued lower. The lace shredded under his touch, and he flicked it across the room without taking his eyes off my body. Without warning, Edward swiped his tongue across my dripping center.
My hand tangled in his hair as he continued his exploration with his tongue. I tried to shift my hips, but his free hand, the one that wasn't teasing my breast, splayed between my hip bones and kept me still.
Edward was teasing me. He knew exactly what to do to push me over the edge of ecstasy, but instead he was taunting me, licking and nibbling, teasing and toying with me. I growled in frustration when his tongue gently licked across my clitoris, barely touching, teasing again.
His eyes darted to meet mine. "That was the sexiest noise I've ever heard you make," he groaned and then continued his torturous assault.
I moaned as he stopped teasing and began licking with more pressure. "Edward, please, oh don't stop," I moaned.
His tongue darted inside of me, and it nearly pushed me over the edge. He slid his hand down just a little to brush his thumb across my clitoris as he tongue began to dip inside and withdraw in a steady rhythm.
My legs began to shake as Edward brought me closer and closer to the edge.
"Holy fuh… Edward!" I screamed as my orgasm rocketed through my body. His rumbling growl added to the pleasure as he continued his ministrations until the last waves of my orgasm were over.
Edward's pants and boxers joined the other clothes on the floor before I could even register he had moved. He crawled up my body, placing open mouthed kisses on my sweaty skin as he went. When he reached my lips, he kissed me gently, then slowly deepened the kiss as he laid his body against mine, resting between my legs.
His erection pressed against my abdomen, and we both groaned against our joined lips. He shifted slightly, aligning himself, and then pushed in swiftly.
My eyes rolled back as his head dropped to my shoulder. His hips thrust into me again, and I groaned. I twisted underneath him, and Edward released what was a mix of a groan and a growl.
When he pulled back, I twisted again and so began our dance as Edward thrust and I twisted my hips in a delicious pattern that had us both panting. Hovering over me, Edward's eyes locked with mine as my second orgasm shot through my body. I could feel my muscles tensing around him as he continued to pump into me. His groan turned into a growl as his movements became slightly erratic before he stilled completely.
Edward pressed his lips to my chest, above my heart. "You are incredible."
When Edward sat up, he cursed.
"What?" I asked, and then I looked at him and realized what we had forgotten in our haze of lust. "Oh, the condom," I whispered.
"Andria, I'm…"
I knew exactly what he was going to say. "I'm not. Sorry I mean. Edward I mean, I don't think I'll get pregnant from one time, but even if I do, would it be that bad? Would it really be something we didn't already want? No, it would just be faster than we intended. Don't spoil this by worrying. What's done is done. We'll just try and remember the condoms from now on."
He leaned forward and captured my lips. "You're the best thing that could have ever happened to me, Alexandria."
"I love you, too, Edward."
"Let's get you in the shower, and we can get ready to go out for dinner. I have something I want you to see tonight," he said.
I smiled and hopped off the bed, darting to the bathroom with Edward close behind me.
Three hours later, we were walking down the streets of Paris. Edward had taken me to a fancy restaurant near our hotel. The waitress had seated us in a secluded area, making me feel like we were in our own private world. Edward had chosen a bottle of wine and when I could not decide between two meals, Edward ordered them both.
After eating a little of each, and a small portion of the dessert I had ordered, Edward had the waiter box the leftovers up to take home with us.
My cotton dress swished around my knees as we walked, the bag containing the food swung in Edward's hand while his other grasped mine.
"Where are we going, Edward?" I asked.
"Can you not tell?" He questioned with a smirk as he jerked his head to the left.
I looked that direction, and noticed the Eiffel Tower that had been looming in the distance was now much closer.
"Oh!" I gasped. The magnificent structure was lit up with thousands of lights. "It's beautiful. Edward this is amazing!"
We continued walking until we reached a spot of green grass near the Tower that was covered in spring flowers. Edward led me to a small bench and sat together.
"This is incredible. I never imagined I would ever be somewhere like this."
"I'll take you anywhere you want to go. There is no limit to what I would do for you. I want you to experience everything, Andria."
His response sparked my curiosity. Did he have other places planned for our honeymoon? "Are we staying in Paris the whole time?" I asked.
"Yes and no. We'll stay here as long as it takes for us to see everything you want to see, and all that I want to show you, but then we have another destination in France, but it's a surprise, as well."
"Excusez-moi," a deep voice said.
I looked up to see an older couple standing in front of us.
"Monsieur," Edward replied in perfect French.
The older man began to speak with Edward, while his wife smiled at Edward and me. I studied the friendly couple in front of us. They appeared to be a little younger than my grandparents. The woman had soft blue eyes and her white hair was swept up into an elegant bun. The man had grey hair and wore glasses. His arm was wrapped around his wife's waist, while his thumb moved in a circle lovingly and possibly subconsciously.
The woman said something to her husband, and Edward smiled and said something in reply. Swatting her husband's arm playfully the wife chastised him and then smiled sweetly at Edward. Her French was alluring, and I made me want to learn the beautiful language.
The man and Edward shook hands before the couple began walking down the street together.
"What did they say? Your French is beautiful by the way."
"Could you understand us?" he asked.
"You know I can't, silly. What did they say? They seemed very nice."
"The man stopped because we reminded him and his wife of themselves. She said we seemed very much in love. The man asked a few questions about us, where we were from, if we were visiting. I said we were on our honeymoon, that's when the woman swatted him. She thought they had taken up enough of our time together. She wished us many years of happiness together."
Edward cupped my face with his hand and his lips pressed against mine softly. "I love you, Andria, now and forever."
"I love you, too, Edward."
We sat in silence for a few more minutes before Edward stood and extended his hand to me. "Let's head back to the hotel. I have a lot planned for us tomorrow."
I took his hand, and we began walking back to the hotel. Halfway there, Edward lifted me onto his back. Our laughter filled the streets.
"Edward, is this really necessary?" I asked.
"Yes, I heard you. Your feet were starting to hurt."
I giggled. "Naturally, that's when you hear my mind, when I'm complaining."
"I didn't take it as a complaint. Alice did pack you some extreme heels, and we've done a lot of walking this evening. I'm more than happy to carry you like this."
We fell silent as Edward continued to walk back to the hotel.
"Edward," I began and he hummed in response. "Will you teach me French? I took Spanish in high school, but very little of that has stuck with me. The only French words I know are ballet terms."
"Of course, how much Spanish do you know?" he questioned.
"My numbers and colors, and how to ask for a telephone or the bathroom," I replied and we both laughed. "Oh! And I can say my name and ask how someone is doing, and tell them how I am feeling, but that's the extent of my Spanish."
"Well," Edward chuckled. "I'll teach you French. I'm fluent in Spanish as well, but I think Jasper would enjoy teaching you Spanish."
When we reached the hotel, we ignored the strange looks from people as Edward continued to carry me on his back to the elevator. He didn't let me down until we were in our room.
He shut the door and then placed me on my feet. Edward knelt down and slipped off my shoes, and I braced a hand against the door for balance. His hands massaged gently up my calves and under the hem of my skirt to my thighs.
I moaned at the delicious sensation his hands were creating as they slid up and down my legs. His fingertips brushed against my damp panties and we both groaned.
"Andria," he whispered.
In an instant, Edward was standing and had pressed me against the door; his body was flush against mine. His lips trailed across my jaw and up behind my ear, while his hands lifted me off the ground. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist, and my hands tangled into his hair.
His hands left my thighs to push my dress up over my hips. Then, he tugged it over my head and tossed it behind us. One of his hands ghosted over my breasts that were covered in my pale blue, lacy bra while the other tangled in my hair and pulled me closer so his lips could capture mine in a sensual kiss.
I moved my hands from his hair to undo the buttons of his shirt. My nails scratched at his marble skin as I pushed his shirt off. Edward shook it off his arms before sliding his hands across my thighs. His fingertips brushed my center again, dragging slowly across the delicate fabric of my panties.
Edward dipped his head, and his cool tongue darted out to lick my breast. I shivered at the sensation, and moaned when his lips closed around my lace covered nipple. As his mouth teased my breast, his fingers pressed against my clitoris, rubbing in a delicious circle that caused warmth to pool in my stomach and my muscles to tighten.
I heard the tear of fabric and then Edward's fingers touched me without a barrier. Two of his fingers entered me, and Edward's rumbling growl vibrated against my chest. His lips left my breast and came up to whisper against my ear.
"You're so wet, Darling."
I groaned as his fingers teased me. I released him from the grip of my legs as I straightened to stand in front of him. My hands tugged at his belt and then popped the button and undid the zipper of his slacks. Gripping him tightly through the fabric of his boxers, I slid my hand up and down his erection.
Edward reached into his back pocket and grabbed his wallet with his hand that wasn't between my legs still sliding against my folds. I looked at him funny until he pulled out a little foil package and realization dawned on me; he wasn't going to forget the condom this time.
I took it from him and batted his wallet out of his hands. He chuckled at my eagerness as I opened the wrapper. He groaned as I slid the condom on, but his fingers continued tease me.
"Oh, please Edward!"
He chuckled again, but removed his fingers and slid smoothly between my thighs, brushing firmly against hot core. I couldn't stand it, and wrapped my legs around his waist.
I growled softly, and my head thumped against the door when I leaned back.
"You're so beautiful, every noise, every sound, every move," he declared as he thrust into me completely.
"Ah!" I screamed in pleasure. "Edward," I panted.
He began a steady rhythm as my hands gripped his shoulders for support.
Several hours later, as we lay together on the couch, Edward rubbed soft circles across the bare skin of my stomach. A soft cashmere blanket covered me from the chill of Edward's marble skin. My fingers played with the tousled strands of his copper hair.
"Ready for your first French lesson?" Edward asked.
I hummed in response.
"Je t'aime," he said.
I repeated the words and then raised my eyebrow.
"It means I love you."
I giggled. "You would start with that. What do you suppose Jasper will teach me first?"
"Probably how to cuss me out in Spanish, or dirty jokes to tell Emmett."
I laughed, and Edward continued my French lesson until I was too tired to respond with more than a hum.