A/N:
Thank you, my dearest dellaterra.
I do not own Twilight.
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Chapter 44: Ever and Ever Yours
EDWARD
I have heard that a woman's sexuality can change after childbirth. Bella and I always had a great sex life, right up until about two weeks before Lizzie was born, when she was getting increasingly uncomfortable. But this, just now?
Wow.
She totally exploded. She was like a warehouse of fireworks that had been set on fire. It was hot as hell.
I bend over her and kiss her softly. I can still taste her on my tongue, and now she can too, and it's wet and carnal. I am so hard, and have been for such a long time. I still don't want to overwhelm her or make her uncomfortable, but I think…
"Edward." She bites my neck.
My hands can't get enough of her body. It has changed – of course it has – and I love it. So soft and womanly and utterly delicious. I could eat her up. Well, I just did, sort of.
Bella's fingers are busily working on my pants, brushing every so often against my erection. She manages to open them and push them down with her toes. Her heels dig into my buttocks as she draws me closer, and there's nothing between us but the cotton of my boxer briefs.
"Am I too heavy?" I mumble.
"No, no, you feel so good, so good…" Her breath is hot as she licks my neck. "Can you take off those freakin' pants now, please?"
Um.
"Yes, ma'am," I say as I hasten to get rid of the offending garment.
"Underpants too," Bella demands.
And I almost come. Fuck, I love it when she tells me what to do in bed.
I throw my underwear somewhere and she pulls me close, immediately wrapping her legs around me.
"Mmm, can you take off your bra now?" I am already pulling at the straps.
"Yeah, but…" She bites her lip.
"But?" I kiss the spot where I gave her a hickey earlier.
"There will be… leakage." She swallows. "I mean, there already is…"
"And do you think I would mind?" I kiss her softly. "Bella, the fact that gave birth to our baby, and that you are nurturing her, that's the most beautiful thing to me… Your body… your body is so sexy…" I have to swallow. "But I understand if you –"
Bella moves and opens the clasps of her bra. She throws it over the bedpost.
"Happy?" she grins.
"Very," I whisper as I stare at her beautiful, beautiful big breasts.
"You're such a boob man," she giggles, and my heart dances at that sound. Bella has no reason to worry about her body. Of course it changed during the pregnancy, but the fact that she carried our child makes her even sexier in my eyes. I don't give a fuck if she hasn't lost her baby weight. I don't care if she never does. She's my goddess, my Bella.
I smother her lips with mine again, and soon we are making out all over the bed, kissing, licking, sucking and touching as we roll around. We moan and groan and mumble, and she feels so good… I don't know how much longer I can keep it up.
"Edward," she whispers breathlessly, "please…" She pulls me on top of her.
While we keep kissing, which gets even wetter and sloppier, I run my hand between her legs and start to stroke her, at which she moans softly and bites my shoulder. She's wet, but not as wet as I am used to. Should we use a lubricant?
She wraps her fingers around me and begins to stroke me as well, keeping in rhythm with my own caresses.
"Bella… baby… Uh." I grab her hand. "Please…"
"What?" Her eyes are big with alarm.
"I'm… we don't have to…"
"Edward," she says breathlessly. "I want to. Please."
"Okay," I mumble. "But you have to promise me… if you feel uncomfortable for a second, you say so."
"Yes…" She licks her lips.
"Immediately."
"Yes."
"I love you." I kiss her. "So, so much."
She's hot. So hot, swollen and hot, and welcoming. Carefully, I dip into her, just an inch or so, watching her face.
"Okay?" My voice is hoarse.
"Yeah…" She sounds like molten chocolate. "Yes…"
I go further, as slowly as I can.
Oh my God.
Bella bites her lip, and I stop.
"Just a second," she says, her breathing heavy. "Don't move, okay?"
"Are you all right, baby?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Just need to get used to this." She squeezes her eyes shut for a second. "Okay. Go slow, will you?"
"Bella, I… Are you hurting?"
"No, it's just…" She opens her eyes and kisses me softly. "I'm great, baby. You feel so good."
"I love you," I whisper.
"I love you too. I think I'm ready to go now."
"Are you sure?"
At that, she wraps her legs around my waist and draws me in, her heels digging into my butt, which makes me thrust into her, and we both groan. Oh my God, she feels so, so good.
"Is this… ooh, is this okay?" I ask, our hot breaths melting together again.
"Yes… Yes…"
Her hands are on both sides of my face, eyes wide open, watching me as I move in and out of her.
"So, so good," she moans.
"Good… good," I echo her, and our mouths meet in a wet, sloppy kiss.
Could it really be that we were made for each other? Because that's what it feels like. Our bodies are so… perfect. I fit into her like a puzzle piece. I've never had this connection with anyone but Bella. My beautiful Bella. My beautiful wife. My goddess.
"I love you," she mumbles against my lips. "Can you… can you go faster?"
And once again, I'm close to coming.
"Ohmygood," she groans. "Ohfuckyes. Yes, yes, yes…"
Our pants are mixing with our moans while our lips stay connected. Licking, biting, sucking.
"God, oh, yes. Oh… Oh, yes… Edward… Oh…Ohhhh… Ahhh… Ohhh, ohhh…."
She bites down on my shoulder as she comes, and I try to not go too roughly, but I can't help it, thrusting into her wildly until my release washes over me and I still, a small whimper escaping my lips.
I collapse on top of Bella, my face in the crook of her neck.
Both of us are fighting for breath. Our skin is sticky and wet, and we're unable to speak for some time.
"I love you," I mumble into the salty skin of her neck.
"I love you too," she replies, kissing my damp hair.
I finally manage to scramble up on my elbow and look at her.
"Hi," I grin sheepishly.
"Hi," she whispers, her voice all hoarse and sultry.
"You good?"
"Fantastic," she smiles, lifting her head and placing a long and tender kiss on my lips. "You?"
"Fuck-tastic," I grin. I move a little to relieve her of my weight, and place my head on her stomach, just beneath her breasts. I kiss her skin. "You're beautiful, and I love you so much. This was…"
"Amazing," she giggles, her fingers stroking though my hair.
"Yeah." I kiss her breast, so soft and milky white.
I'm getting drowsy. I don't want to fall asleep with my head on Bella's stomach, so I move a little. She mewls at the loss of contact, much like Lizzie.
I kiss her shoulder and neck and she turns around so I can spoon her.
"I love you," I whisper into her hair.
Her small, soft body is my place of worship.
BELLA
I sit up in panic, looking around in our darkened bedroom.
Where is Lizzie?
What's going on?
My breathing gets heavy, my heart beating in panic.
Oh.
Oh!
Spotting a sleeping Edward by my side, I relax. I remember.
We had mind-blowing sex and our daughter is with his parents. Everything is good. I check the time on the alarm clock; it's three-thirty. Normally I would be awake, feeding Lizzie.
But this is not "normal"; this is our first night of being together again. I smile and place my head on Edward's chest and he responds in his sleep, making appreciative noises and snuggling up to me, pulling me closer.
Relaxing, I place a soft kiss on his chest, breathing his scent in. It's pure Edward. I love it. I kiss him again, his chest hair tickling my nose, and I have to giggle.
"Yes?" Edward mumbles in his sleep. "Doctor Cullenbear speaking…"
"Edward Bear?" I say it out loud, because we share this love for Winnie the Pooh, and Edward told me ages ago that the real name of the character is Edward Bear.
"Huh?" Edward moves slightly, and I can tell he's waking up.
Shit!
"Mmm…" He sighs. "Hi…" He puts a kiss on my forehead.
We turn around until he is able to wrap his arms around me, his chest pressed against my back once more.
"Hi," I whisper. He may not be fully awake, but one part of him is standing at attention. I grab his hand and kiss his fingertips. Edward sighs happily.
I take his middle finger between my lips and suck a little. Just a little, but I can feel him harden by my thigh.
Both of us are naked, and when I wiggle my ass against him, things shape up rather quickly. He reaches around and slips his hand in between my legs. Long, tender fingers caress and tease me.
"Ohhh…"
I wiggle my ass more, moving around until I'm sure that he is able to feel my excitement. And I can feel the tip of his penis. Right where I want it.
"Edward," I moan.
And we're connected again. He enters me slowly, his stubble scraping my neck. My lady parts tell me that we did this not long ago, and that they still feel like relaxing after birthing a human being, but it also feels utterly fantastic.
"God, yes," I moan. "Yes, Edward…"
And again, I am carried away on waves of pleasure, moaning deeply each time he enters me. His fingers are rubbing gently, teasing and massaging, I can't hold back any longer, my groans muffled by the pillow.
Edward's movements become quicker and slightly erratic, and moments later, he presses into me, holding me close, growling deep in his throat.
We lie very still, his hand on my thigh, the other one on my breast. He kisses the back of my neck. I'm getting drowsy again.
"Oh, my love," he mumbles into my hair.
"Sweet dreams," I whisper before finally succumbing to sleep once more.
I wake to the smell of bacon and pancakes, and the sensation of Edward's soft lips on mine.
"Mmm…"
"Hey, sleepyhead," he whispers, and I open my eyes. Edward looks deliciously tousled. The sun is shining in through the windows.
"This smells so good," I sigh. "Just give me a minute."
When I rejoin him in bed after a moment in the bathroom, he has set up the breakfast tray, and we eagerly dig into our food. When we're finished, we snuggle up to each other. It's shortly after ten, so we have some time left before we need to go to Edward's parents.
"Eager to get her back?" Edward murmurs. He runs his toe up and down my shin. His green eyes are wide and alive.
"A little," I admit.
"Me too," he says, kissing my neck. "Though I wouldn't have missed last night for anything." He kisses me again, then chuckles softly.
"What?"
"You're going to have to wear a turtleneck," he murmurs.
"Oh, I knew it!" I pretend to grumble. "You gave me a hickey!"
"I'm sorry." He doesn't sound sorry. He continues to place small, warm kisses on my skin, so I close my eyes again and enjoy.
It's almost noon when we arrive at Esme and Carlisle's. Esme greets us in the hallway, beaming happily, hugging us both.
"Hey Mom." Edward kisses her cheek. "How was she?" He seems even more impatient than I am to have Lizzie back in his arms.
"She's such an angel," Esme says. "She woke us twice during the night, and then again at six-thirty. Carlisle insisted on being the one to feed her each time." She smiles, linking her arms through Edward's and mine and walking us into the living room.
Sunlight is streaming in through the large French windows leading to the garden. When we reach it, Carlisle is sitting on the couch with our daughter in his arms. He looks very serene, if a little tired, getting up when we enter the room.
"Bella, Edward," he greets us. His sharp blue eyes are full of warmth. He kisses my cheek. "You must have missed her." Carefully, he places our little bundle into my arms, and I feel tears prick at my eyes.
Edward and Carlisle hug each other before Edward kisses Lizzie's fluffy head, lingering a moment. Our eyes meet and he smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Will you stay for lunch?" Esme asks.
After I've fed Lizzie, I rejoin the family in the living room, where Esme and Carlisle are telling Edward every little detail of our baby's stay. Later, we have delicious roast chicken with carrots and rice. When he speaks about her, Carlisle's eyes light up. He is totally besotted with his granddaughter, and Edward grins happily.
We're through with our coffee and ginger tea when Lizzie begins to mewl softly in her carrycot.
"I'll get her," Edward says, placing down his cup as he gets up. "Hello, my sweet girl," he coos to her. "You're hungry, aren't you? Yes, you are…" He walks to the kitchen, murmuring on.
"He's so happy, Bella," Esme remarks. "I've never seen him so happy."
"Indeed," Carlisle says. He looks thoughtful, taking a sip of coffee. "I never understood that this, what you have now, is what Edward has always wanted."
"He's a perfect daddy," I say, and right then, the perfect daddy reenters the room with our baby and the bottle he warmed for her. He sits back down next to me and feeds her, looking almost as content as she does herself.
Conversation continues easily, a lot of it centering around Lizzie. Esme asks what we did last night, and I actually blush a little.
"We had the best steak in town," Edward replies, telling his parents about Weber's Steakhouse while I sigh with relief, feeling a bit silly. We're married; I just had a baby, and Edward's parents know how those are made!
I think that Edward notices my reaction because a moment later, he looks at me from the corner of his eye, and he's smirking.
Later, I help Esme clean the dishes while Edward and Carlisle chat about some medical magazine, their tone light and relaxed.
"I haven't seen those two like that in twenty-five years," Esme chuckles. "Thank you for bringing this child into the world!"
"My pleasure," I smile.
Carlisle is holding Lizzie again when we return, while Edward has Art, the black cat, on his lap. A perfect idyll. I stand behind Edward and place my hands on his shoulders, tickling the nape of his neck, bending down to kiss his ear.
"I love you," I whisper. He kisses my fingers in response.
Esme and Carlisle, bantering cutely, don't notice our little exchange.
"Now give her to me," Esme scolds. "I want to hold her again before they're going to rudely snatch her away! You've been monopolizing her all this time!"
Edward slowly shakes his head.
"You're going to see her again, Mom. You're going to watch her again, I hope."
"Yes, but they grow so quickly. It seems like yesterday that you were sitting in your little highchair, throwing broccoli at your sister's head!"
I giggle, and Edward grins.
"I don't know which sister you're referring to, but I'm sure she deserved it."
"Gosh, I remember that," Carlisle chuckles. "You hated broccoli with a passion!"
Everyone laughs, and it's beautiful to see Edward and Carlisle so carefree with each other. Esme winks at me.
We stay for another hour or so before we make our way back home. Lizzie is asleep and I close my eyes for a few moments too, Chopin's prelude in E minor lulling me into a light sleep.
"We're home, baby," he whispers against my cheek, and I smile.
Edward takes Lizzie out of her seat, speaking softly to her. "I think she's hungry again," he says as we ride up in the elevator. "Aren't you, my sweetheart? All fussy?"
We get comfortable on the sofa, Edward's arm slung around my shoulder, and I place Lizzie against my breast. She starts sucking, her eyes closed, her little fingers spread on my naked skin.
Edward kisses my temple, his lips tender as he murmurs.
"This is so beautiful. You two. My two beautiful girls."
BELLA
Carefully, I hand over our little pea so Edward can burp her. He gently pats her back, kissing her head. Esme is right: He's never been so happy. This is what he always wanted.
I rebutton my cardigan, watching my two loves.
"There you go," Edward murmurs. "A very ladylike burp, Miss Cullen." He changes her position so she's resting in the crook of his arm. Her tiny fingers wrap around his pinkie, and she watches us with big eyes.
"She looks so much like you," Edward whispers. "Those huge eyes."
"But her lips are like yours. And her hair…"
I put my head on his shoulder. We watch our daughter fall asleep.
"I'll lay her down." Edward gets up and places her in her cradle. He carried it downstairs, so she can sleep here. When she's in the nursery, she sleeps in her bassinet.
It's getting dark outside, and Edward lights the fireplace. He stretches his arms, and his shirt rides up a bit, displaying the line of hair that runs into his jeans. He grins as he realizes where I'm looking.
"Are you staring at my crotch, Isabella?" He slowly crosses the room until he's directly in front of me.
"Maybe," I reply, suggestively licking my lips.
I'm glad about last night. In a way, it physically reestablished us as a couple. We're both now – parents and lovers.
Edward sits back down next to me and pulls me in his arms. He kisses my cheek, and the corner of my mouth.
"I'm very happy about last night, do you know that?"
"Mmm, so am I…"
"Not just for the obvious reasons." I can feel him smile. "But because I love being that close to you. Because we belong to each other."
"We do," I whisper, and my lips meet his in a long and loving kiss.
Edward is happier than ever before, and so am I.
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A/N:
Thank you for the overwhelming response to the last chapter, you guys are fabulous!
Have a wonderful weekend – the last chapter will post on Wednesday, followed by the epilogue on Saturday…
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