So, not so new story ... I'm reposting this. This story was pulled years ago by FFn. That decision (without any sort of warning, really) forced me to move from just posting on FFn to Stars (then The Writer's Coffee Shop), AO3, and FictionPad. After doing some thinking, and FicPad turning into a for-profit platform, I've decided to repost this here.
This is ALREADY COMPLETE! PREWRITTEN
I will be doing some editing for content, but this is written in its entirety on Stars, AO3, Wattpad and FicPad (when it's not being a pain in the butt).
Carrots? Has anyone seen any carrots? The plot bunny attacked and well, you all are going to reap the benefits. NEW STORY! I've been writing some pretty heavy stuff lately and well, I'm going to lighten it up a bit. It's not going to be a humorous story (though there will be some funny bits) but it will be romantic. Some drama...some light angst (there needs to be some sort of conflict or it wouldn't be worth reading, kids).
Yeah, that isn't mine.
They're going to boink in this chapter! YAY! Edward's going to meet Renee and Charlie along with Angela, Ben, Jessica, Mike, and Becca with her new boyfriend. No lie...the next chapter will be a bit smutty. They have a long-needed reunion.
Chapter Seventeen: Let's Get it On
BPOV
"Dear God, Bella. You're so antsy," teased one of my co-workers, Paul. He was one of the few friends that I had in my section. Ironically enough, he was the one who initially said that there was something off about Tyler. The reason behind that feeling was that Tyler apparently hit on Paul at the Christmas party last year or something.
Paul was gay and actually wore more makeup than me. He was a male version of Alice. I loved him.
"Sorry, Paul. Edward's coming in today and I'm anxious," I blushed. "I can't wait for him to get here."
"Bitch! Why didn't you tell me?" he squealed, clapping his hands. "Have you prepared?" He arched a perfectly sculpted brow.
"Prepared?"
"Waxed and made yourself beautiful?" he asked. "You better not have 70s porn bush going on with your twat, Swan."
"I've shaved," I replied, shifting uncomfortably. "I got a manicure and pedicure." I wiggled my fingers.
"Fuck, girl. What are we going to do with you?" Paul snickered. "I'm done for today. I submitted my copy to the editor. What about you?"
"I've been done since yesterday," I answered. "I'm off for the next few days." I gave him a sly grin. "If you know what I mean..."
"Girl, you're going to be walking funny," he snorted. "Come on, Bella. Let's get you sexified for your man. If he's going to be pounding into your pussy, he better not walk away with pube burn."
"What the hell is that?" I laughed.
"Men can give their partners beard burn," Paul said, grabbing my hand and rubbing it on his slightly stubbled face. "Pube burn is the same thing but down there. I'm due for a shave and you can get your cooter waxed. Do you have an outfit to greet him in?"
I gestured to the black dress pants and green sweater set. Underneath, I had some saucy underwear.
"Fuck, that won't do," Paul said, pulling me up from my chair. He handed me my purse and dragged me down to my car. My newly upgraded car. While on my road trip to Portland and back, someone rear ended me. My Toyota Corolla was totaled because it was a piece of shit. I rented a Volvo for the remainder of the trip. I liked it so much that I ended up buying one. A bright blue Volvo S60 with all of the bells and whistles. It was a total splurge but I loved it. The down payment was the gift from Tyler's great aunt Gertrude from our wedding. She practically disowned him for what he did to me. She sent me a card, along with an additional five grand upon my return from Isle Esme.
I got into my car and Paul settled himself in the passenger seat. "First stop, Frederick's of Hollywood," he said. "We need get you something that will make your man hard in less than three seconds. Then, we need a dress to put on top of it. If Edward is like any hot-blooded man, he'll want to fuck you as soon as he sees you. This pants nonsense is just that...nonsense."
"Excuse me?" I chuckled.
"Bella, he'll want to lift your skirt, tear off your barely-there panties and plunge inside of you," he retorted, arching a brow over his designer sunglasses. "No wonder Tyler turned gay."
"Shut up, ass," I hissed, smacking his arm. Paul gave me an adorable grin, indicating he was joking.
"Call Angela, Jessica and Becca. See if they're available," Paul smirked.
"Jessica and Becca are working. I'll see if Ang is free to turn me into a hooch," I quipped. I dialed her up. Unfortunately, she had an appointment with her doctor. She couldn't come. Shortly after I finished the conversation with Angela, we pulled up to Frederick's of Hollywood. "Why am I doing this?"
"To make your stud muffin of a boyfriend come in his pants," Paul said seriously. He got out of the car, skipping to the entrance. I rolled my eyes. Paul really was an older, male version of Alice. God bless him and his enthusiastic attitude. Inside of the store, Paul already had a handful of black lacy things in his hands. "When was the last time you had a lingerie overhaul?"
"My bachelorette party," I replied, plucking a scrap of satin from his hands. "Crotchless panties?"
"Easy access," he replied, taking them back. "Public sex is fucking amazing. This one time, with Joe, we fucked at a concert. I never came so hard since anyone could have seen us. Try it sometime, Bella."
"Ah, no," I deadpanned. "Who was Joe?"
"Boyfriend from two years ago. He's now in Milan, working as an assistant for some fashion designer." Paul shrugged and wandered over to some lingerie that looked a lot like a school girl's uniform. "Oh, you have to get this, Bella. Braid your hair and dayum!"
"You're so deflecting, Paul," I said as I looked at the lingerie he was pulling off the racks. "Do you still love Joe?"
"Nope. He cheated on me," Paul replied, walking to a rack of chemises. "I'm happy with Robert. Perhaps, you'll be getting a wedding invite from me." Paul blushed and held up a chemise to my body. He wrinkled his nose before swiping a purple one, nodding at it. "I'm planning on proposing to him on Halloween."
"Congratulations, Paul," I smiled, hugging my friend. "Do you have a ring?"
"Yep. It's pretty simple. A platinum band with channel set diamonds," he said. "I would have loved to give him something ostentatious but Robert is so simple. He's definitely the yin to my yang." He thrust the pile of lace into my arms. "Try this stuff on. I know it will all fit, but I want to be sure."
I took the proffered lingerie and went into a fitting room. As Paul predicted, it all fit well. I exited the fitting room and he took all of the sexy things, striding to the checkout. He whipped out his platinum card and paid for all of my lingerie. "Paul," I chided.
"Hush, girl," he admonished. "Consider it a birthday present. It's not like my inheritance is going to get any smaller if I spend a few hundo on my favorite straight girl to seduce her man. Grandfather would be happy that I'm spending it on a girl." He smirked adorably and signed the slip with a flourish. "Next up is a dress and getting all of the naughty bits waxed. Perhaps we'll get your hair and makeup done, too."
"I'm paying for that, though," I huffed. "I'm not completely destitute."
"I never said you were," Paul winked, handing me the bag of sexiness. "I want to spoil my favorite girl. Plus, I'm living vicariously through you. It's all so romantic, Bella." He looped his arm with mine and we walked back to my car. "The man you met on your 'single-moon' is coming back to be with you for your birthday." Paul gave me an evil grin. "Maybe longer..."
"I hope so," I whispered, tossing the bag into the trunk.
"Did you just say that you hoped so?" Paul asked. "Damn, Bella, you've fallen hard for this guy."
"You have no idea, Paul," I said as I backed out. He directed me to the mall near Bellevue. Inside, we found a dress and a pair of cute black wedge heels at Nordstrom. We ate a late lunch and then went to a spa located on the property of the mall. While I was getting my girlie parts abused, Paul got an old-fashioned shave and a facial. The last step in my sexification was getting my hair curled and sultry makeup applied to my face. Once my makeup and hair were flawless, I met up with Paul in the reception area. His lascivious grin was all the encouragement I needed.
I dropped Paul off at the office and went home to change into my dress and the see-through black bra and panties. On my computer, I checked the status of Edward's flight. It was on time, due to land in about fifteen minutes. I fluffed my hair, grabbed my keys and went down to my car. Nervously, I drove to SeaTac. I was so excited to see Edward but slightly afraid that something had changed between us.
The tenor of our emails, phone calls and Skype dates was always the same. However, it wasn't the same as being with him. I missed feeling his body surrounding me while we slept. I missed our banter and arguing over the most random things. I missed his warm, sexy kisses. I missed his bubbling laughter and crooked smile. Fuck, I missed him.
"I'll see him in less than an hour," I said as I navigated the highway to the airport. The butterflies attacked my belly. The love of my life is going to be with me in less than an hour. Holy shit. Breathe, Bella. Avoiding a panic attack, I managed to park the car. I took a few more deep breaths before going inside of the airport. Checking the board, I saw that Edward's flight was assigned to carousel number three in baggage claim.
Just as I sat down, I got a text from Edward. He had landed and was going through customs. I'd seen him soon. Very soon. My leg bounced anxiously as I waited for him. I looked around the baggage claim, watching family members reunite with each other, businessmen hustle to waiting cabs and limos, and tourists try to figure out how to navigate the airport. While seeing all of that was well and good, I desperately wanted to see that shock of bronze hair, tanned skin and warm, loving green eyes.
I stood up and stared at the direction of the escalators. I willed Edward to come down to the baggage claim. Yeah, my wishes didn't make Edward come any faster. Twenty minutes of my nervous pacing and he still wasn't there. I sat back down, pumping my leg anxiously. I sat there for a half hour, playing some mindless game on my phone. I looked back up to the escalators, praying to see Edward. With a huff, I walked to the bathroom and took care of business, which was a bit of a feat since I wore garters.
I walked back to my bench and waited for another fifteen minutes. My eyes were trained on the escalators. Then, my phone chimed. It was Edward. I stood on the bench and saw his hair, his lithe body and his angular jaw. He was here. "Edward!" I shouted. I hopped down and began running towards him. I slipped off my shoes and ran barefoot through the baggage claim. I got shoved, pushed and yelled at but I could care less. Edward was here. In Seattle. A mere hundred feet away from me. "Edward! You're here! Edward!"
He blinked a few times. "My gorgeous girl," he breathed, jogging towards me. I reached for him, wanting to close the gap between us.
"Edward," I panted as I reached him. I jumped into his arms, wrapping my body around his. Immediately, I was excited by the scent of his cologne and calmed by his very presence. "You're here. Oh, baby, you're here. I'm so happy you're here."
"Bella," he sighed, inhaling at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. "I love you, baby. So much." I began sobbing against his shoulder, so overwhelmed that he was finally here. "Don't cry, Bella. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere for a long time."
"Happy tears," I mumbled against the soft skin of his neck. I held him tightly, never wanting to let him go.
"Well, if you remember correctly, the first thing I want to do when I had you in my arms was to kiss you," he whispered against my hair. "Can I kiss you, Bella? I've been without your lips for six long weeks."
Fuck, yes and please! I need your kisses, Edward. I pulled back and slid down Edward's long, lean body. I could feel his arousal against my belly. God, I wanted it. Inside of me. Focus on something else. "God, you're more handsome than I remember," I purred, running my fingers through his soft hair. "I've missed you so much. I don't know how I'm going to let you go in a month."
His eyes misted over and he bent down, murmuring his love for me before covering my mouth with his. My heart slammed against my ribs and I knew that I wouldn't be able to let him go. I needed him with me. The love I felt for him was overwhelming. His hands reached up to my hair, tangling into my chestnut curls. I moaned and he slid his tongue inside of my mouth. Frantically, we pawed at each other. I needed to be closer to him. Closer than was probably legal.
"Bella, my Bella...we should stop," he breathed against my mouth.
"Right," I panted. "Don't want to get arrested for indecent exposure." Edward nodded, kissing my nose. "Come, baby. Let me take you home."
His eyes took on that misty quality again. "I love the sound of that," he whispered. His arms held me to his hard body. "Home."
"I love the idea of you being here," I replied quietly, twining my fingers with his, behind my back. "I love you, Edward."
"Let's go home," he said fervently.
"Let's go home," I agreed, pulling away and leading him to the parking garage. His face broke into a beautiful crooked smile. I returned his smile, taking his hand in mine. Juggling his luggage, we maneuvered through the baggage claim to the exit. We didn't speak. I was honestly afraid that if I opened my mouth, I'd beg him to never leave my side. Edward just stared at me. He looked tired but so happy to be here.
We loaded up his suitcases into my trunk and backseat. He arched a brow when he looked at my car. It was a blue version of his. "I had a minor car accident," I blushed.
"Are you okay, gorgeous girl?" he asked, cupping my face.
"I'm fine but my beater Toyota Corolla wasn't," I answered. "I upgraded. This is what I got, thanks to Tyler's great aunt Gertrude."
"It suits you," he said, giving me his adorably crooked smile.
"Have you eaten?" I asked as I slid into the car. Edward got into the passenger seat, leaning his head against the headrest. "I know that the food on the planes is sketchy at best. We can go out to eat."
"I don't want to go out to eat," he replied, caressing the bare skin of my arm.
Holy shit. I'm going to implode with that innocent touch. "I can make something back at home," I choked out.
"Bella, I'm not hungry for food," he said in a husky voice. He leaned over the console, taking my ear between his lips and flicking my lobe. "I'm hungry for you, gorgeous girl."
My skimpy panties were instantly damp with my arousal. Letting out a pitiful whimper, I started the car. Edward chuckled darkly and settled into the passenger seat. After I had paid, or rather Edward had paid, for the parking garage, we clasped hands as I drove back to my apartment. "So, tell me about this accident," Edward stated. "What happened?"
"Remember when I had that trip to Portland?" I asked. He nodded, idly running his finger over my knuckles. Such a sweet, warm gesture was causing my body to ignite like stick of dynamite. I was ready to explode with ecstasy with that innocent caress. "Um, some driver in a truck wasn't paying attention and rear ended me at a stoplight. Really, it was just a tap but since my car was already a piece of shit, it virtually disintegrated on impact. I rented a Volvo for the remainder of the trip and used the insurance check plus Aunt Gertrude's present to buy this baby."
"You weren't hurt?" Edward asked, his brow furrowing.
"Nope. The airbag didn't even deploy," I answered, bringing our joined hands up to my mouth, kissing his knuckles. He groaned lowly. "You okay?"
"It's the sweetest torture, Bella. I need you," he whispered, squeezing my hand. "You're so close but so far away."
"We're almost home," I whispered back. "Can you make it?"
"Yes but prepare yourself," he smirked, giving me an appraising look that my already damp panties soaked.
"Fuck," I moaned as I pressed the accelerator of the car, trying in vain to get us home quicker. The stoplight gods were smiling down on us as we hit every single green light AND got the green arrow into my apartment complex. I parked my car in its designated spot in the garage. I walked to the back of the car. Edward was behind me, his arms around my waist. "Your bags..."
"All I want is in my arms," he purred, kissing my neck. "I'll get them later. I need you now." I nearly collapsed in his arms. He laughed lowly, tightening his hold on me. "Shall we go upstairs, love?"
I nodded and closed the trunk. I turned in his embrace. His green eyes were darkened with desire, looking like the pine trees that surrounded Seattle. His body was molded against mine. His hardness was pressing between my legs. "Baby, if you're feeling anything like me, we need to get upstairs now. I'm about to explode," I said, reaching between our bodies and cupping his hardness.
"You have the keys," he ground out, thrusting against my hand.
I reached into my purse, pulling out a spare set for him. "Problem solved," I smirked. He grinned widely, clutching the keys from my hand and dragging me away from the car. I unlocked the door from the garage and pressed the button, calling the elevator. Edward was behind me, kissing my neck and his hands were wandering all over my body. They'd ghost over my breasts and my legs, teasing me in the most delicious way.
The elevator arrived and he pulled me inside. Without looking, he pressed my floor and caged me with his arms against the wall of the elevator. I looked up at him, breathing heavily. "Why won't you kiss me?"
"Once I kiss you, I won't be able to stop," he replied, staring right at my mouth. "No part of your body will be untouched by my lips, Bella. I've missed you so."
"Edward," I whimpered, wanting desperately to feel his mouth on mine. "Please?"
"Soon, love," he cooed, nuzzling my hair with his nose. "You smell so good, Bella. I've missed it. I've missed so much about you, gorgeous girl." His large hands were wrapped around my waist, moving slowly up to my breasts. The door opened and Edward moved gracefully so he was standing next to me, his arm firmly around my waist. One of the security guards entered the elevator, giving me a tight smile.
I hated the security guard at that moment.
Cockblocker.
"How are you doing Miss Swan?" asked Omar, the night security guard. He had a slight scowl on his face, seeing Edward draped over me. Omar was always the flirtiest, since he was the closest to my age.
"I'm great," I smiled, snuggling in Edward's embrace. "If you could let the guys know that this is my boyfriend. He's visiting from out of town for the next month or so. He's got a key and should be allowed into the building whenever if he doesn't have his key."
"What's your name?" Omar growled.
"Edward Cullen," Edward replied curtly. "What's yours, man?"
"Omar. Enjoy your stay, Mr. Cullen," he spat, getting off on the floor below mine. "Miss Swan."
"Wow, what a tool," Edward said, narrowing his eyes at the door. "He wants you."
"He wants any woman who is skinny and attractive," I snorted. "Omar is flirt."
"Omar wants in your panties," Edward said as the door opened. "Did you see how he was scowling at me? He was jealous, Bella."
"Well, he's not going to get into my panties. You are," I said, tugging on Edward's hands. "In the next ten minutes, we're going to be naked, making love somewhere in my apartment."
"Is that how long you expect me to play with you? Ten minutes?" Edward asked, quirking a brow. "Bella, baby, I've been away from you for six weeks. I have six weeks' worth of loving to give you. The entire time I'm here, you will know how much I love you, both physically and emotionally."
"What are we waiting for?" I whimpered.
"Getting inside of your apartment," he said, kissing my lips softly.
"Good point," I giggled nervously. I turned and unlocked my door, dragging Edward inside. "Welcome home."
"Home," he sighed as he strode through the door. He closed it with a soft click and turned the lock. He placed his two bags that were on his shoulder next to the door. When he turned around, his eyes were swirling with so much emotion: love, lust, excitement, weariness, joy... It floored me. "My Bella," he breathed, crossing to me. His hand cupped my cheek. His mossy green eyes darkened and he leaned down to kiss me. "I love you." His lips brushed against mine.
My body ignited like a livewire. I threw my purse into the office and wrapped my arms around Edward's neck. His strong arms banded around my waist, lifting me closer to his body. His hands reached down and cupped my ass. My legs circled around his waist. "Edward," I sobbed happily.
"I know, love," he replied, keeping his lips against mine. "I feel completely whole." His lips moved from my mouth, suckling on my neck. "Bedroom? Where is it?"
I looked over my shoulder, staring at the slightly open door. "Over there," I said nervously.
"Good," he said as he carried me toward the door. He pushed it open and the smell of sandalwood and vanilla assaulted our nostrils. The room was bathed in the soft flickering light. "Candles?"
"I didn't light them," I said, unwrapping my legs from his waist. "Only three people have a key to this place. You, me and my parents." Then, I smacked my face. "My mom..." I saw a folded note on the dresser. "I'm going to kill her." I snatched up the note.
My dearest daughter,
I've set the mood for you. Perfect for making beautiful grandbabies. Have fun!
Love you,
Mom
I handed Edward the note, my stomach in knots. My mom set up this whole seduction scene? I think I'm going to hurl. "Bella, you look a little green," Edward said as he massaged my neck.
"Did you read the note?" I asked, giving him a dubious look. "Grandbabies?"
"Sex usually does lead to children, Bella," Edward chuckled. "Unless we use protection."
"I'm good. I had my shot," I said, waving my finger weakly. "So are you." I gave him a smirk.
"Then, forget the fact that your mom lit the candles and let's get back to what we were doing before," he said, dipping his head, pressing feather-light kisses to my neck. "Practicing making grandbabies. I want to make love to you, Bella." His hands moved to the zipper of my dress, lowering it slowly. His lips moved to my ear, suckling gently. I succumbed to the feelings and moved my hands to his shirt. With nimble fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned and tanned chest. "Can I?"
"Can you what?" I asked, running my fingertips along his abdomen.
"Make love to you?" he responded, almost reverently. His hands moved to the straps of my dress.
"Yes," I answered, staring into his endless green depths. Endless green depths? Jesus, Bella. You're channeling your inner smut writer. I chuckled.
"Why are you laughing, love?" Edward asked as he teased me with his lips.
"Just my inner dialogue," I replied, pushing his shirt over his broad, strong shoulders. Once he was naked from the waist up, I pressed my lips to his, dragging my fingers up and down his back. The muscles in his body twitched under my seductive scrutiny. He flicked the straps of my dress off my shoulders. I lowered my arms so my dress could fall off my body.
"Holy fuck, baby," Edward groaned when he saw my see-through black lace bra. I pulled back and wriggled fully out of the dress. It fell onto the floor. I kicked it away from me as I sauntered over to my bed. I lay back on the red comforter, spreading my legs in a way that definitely wasn't ladylike. Edward gulped.
Look at how wet I am, baby. It's probably coating my thighs. "You like what you see, Edward?" I asked, idly tracing my fingers along my belly.
"My imagination was filled of your beauty while we were separated but the real thing is far better. Infinitely better," he said huskily. Kneeling on the ground, he pulled me to the edge of the bed. His lips were all over my stomach as he unbuckled the garters. His eyes caught mine as his fingers reached up to the waistband of my thong, tugging it off my body. I could feel my arousal as it poured out of me. He reattached the garters. "That stays on, my sexy girl."
"You like garters?"
"I love anything that frames the perfection of your pussy," he growled, spreading my legs. "Shit, Bella. So wet. How long have you been this wet?"
"As soon as I woke up this morning," I answered, leaning back to reach for my dripping folds.
"Oh, no. Six weeks without touching you...I get to enjoy this," he said as he crawled up my body. "I so desperately want to feel you come around my fingers, on my face and on my cock." I whimpered. He chuckled as he flipped us so I was perched on his lap. His hands were gliding along my skin, igniting my loins. If I wasn't aroused before, I was now. His mouth crashed against mine as he dipped his fingers into the cleft of my ass. My hips jumped and I moaned. He took that opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth and move his left hand to my breast.
"Edward...I never knew how much I missed this. Missed you," I breathed. "I love you, so much, baby!"
"I love you more," he said before taking my nipple into his mouth through the sheer fabric of my bra. I arched back, pressing my tit into his mouth. My hands were tangled in his soft hair.
Carefully, Edward moved us so we were both laying on our sides. My leg was hooked over his hip. He was still in his jeans but I could feel his hardness strain against the fabric. Edward pulled down the cups of my bra. His teeth were biting at my nipples, soothing them with his soft, wet tongue. I rocked against his body, moaning wantonly.
Okay, I was loud. No lie. I was quite vocal in my sexual ministrations.
"Bella, can I taste you?" Edward asked against my chest.
"Yes, please," I begged.
He smiled and lay down. "Sit on my face, baby. I want to be surrounded by your scent, your warmth, everything," he said lowly.
I grinned and crawled over his body. His fingers wandered between my legs, feeling the dampness on my thighs. I moaned louder as his wandering fingers moved closer to my dripping core. "Spread your legs further apart, Bella," he commanded. I did as he asked and placed my pussy right above his mouth. "So fucking perfect." His hand caressed my dripping folds. "Smooth. Did you wax?"
"Today, just for you," I replied, swiveling my hips over his eager fingers. "My friend, Paul, gave me shit about what I was wearing and my lack of personal grooming."
"Paul?" Edward asked, arching a brow.
"He's gayer than a three dollar bill," I chuckled, playing with Edward's coppery hair. "He'll probably love you."
"Well, I don't swing that direction. I love my girl," he smirked, grabbing my hips and moving my body closer to his needy mouth. His lips were massaging my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to my pussy. His left hand found my breast, twisting the nipple. His tongue finally reached my clit, I exploded against his mouth. He barely touched me and I came so hard, harder than I'd come in the past six weeks. He growled between my legs and attacked my clit with fervor. His right hand moved to my pussy, sliding easily inside of my body.
"Fuck, Edward. So good!" I yelled, rocking against his face and hand. He removed his hand from my body and moved his slick fingers to my ass. I stared at his eyes. He stopped licking my clit with his tongue. I nodded minutely. I was okay with this. I wanted him to take me there eventually. Slowly, his finger moved inside of my ass. I moaned loudly, rotating my hips to get him to go deeper. He brought his lips back to my clit, suckling on it as he curled his finger inside of my ass.
It was all so much. The feeling of Edward between my legs, his finger inside of me, taking me to places I never knew existed and him being with me...caused me to quiver expectantly. My belly was warm and I could feel another orgasm begin to overtake my body. "Oh, GOD! Oh, GOD! FUCK!" I screamed as I leaned back. Edward growled and bit down on my clit, earning another round of screaming and orgasms. My body quivered as let myself become overwhelmed to what Edward was doing to my body.
He kept his mouth on me until the tremors stopped. He removed his fingers from my ass and gently rolled my boneless self onto the bed. He hovered over me, his face was flushed and his smile was boyish and adorable. "Proud of yourself, Cullen?" I asked.
"Immensely," he said. "It was heaven, Bella. Better than I remembered."
"You know what will be even better?" I asked.
"I think I have an idea," he said, running his fingers down between my breasts, which were trussed up over the bra. "It involves less clothing for me and for you as well, Miss Swan."
"I'm almost naked here," I giggled, cupping my breasts. "You just had your tongue in my pussy and your finger in my ass."
"I know," he smirked. His hand caressed my face. "I want to be inside of you, Bella."
"What are you waiting for?" I questioned, giving him a loving smile.
"Nothing," he breathed, pressing his mouth to mine. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. I reached for his belt, making quick work of his jeans and boxers. He shimmied out of them and kicked them onto the floor. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra. My breasts tumbled out as he tossed it onto the ground, near his jeans. "Do you want me to use a condom? I have some in my bag, if you..."
"No. I trust you," I said quietly, wrapping my hand around his arousal. "You said that you're clean and I believe you. Besides, a wise man said that you can't make babies with a condom on."
"I think that was a wise woman," he quipped as he moved to hover over me. His hardness was pressed against my inner thigh. His eyes were swimming with emotion. "You're the only woman I'll make love to, gorgeous girl. The only one. I love you with my whole heart. You know that, right?"
"I do," I whispered, staring up at him. The idea of saying those words to him in a different setting wriggled in the back of my mind. I do. Always. "As I love you. That will never change." I opened my legs further, inviting him to slide inside of me. "Make love to me. Make me yours."
"Bella," he murmured, gazing at me like I was the most cherished woman on the planet. He kissed me softly as he grasped his cock. Languidly, he rubbed it along my folds, covering it with my arousal. "You ready?"
"Yes," I said.
He leaned down and kissed me sweetly as he slid inside of my body. Fuck, he's big. Plus, I was a born-again virgin, not having sex for the duration of my relationship with Tyler. "Bella," he said quietly, looking at me. "I never, ever knew."
"I know," I said, staring into his green eyes. "Trust me, I know." He smiled and slowly began moving in and out of me. Each thrust was controlled, filling me to the brink. Everything about what we were doing was making love. The emotions swirling in his eyes were plain as day. He loved me and was showing me that love with his body. With his soul. With everything that made Edward Edward. It made each of my previous sexual encounters seem trite and trivial; not that I had a lot, but I was experienced.
None of my lovers looked at me the way Edward looked at me now: like I was the only woman who mattered in his world. He was the only man who mattered to me now. Never letting him go was my goal. I grasped at his back, trying to bring him closer to me. I wanted there to be no space between our bodies. "Closer, Edward. I need you closer."
"My Bella," he breathed, moving his face to mine and crashing our lips together. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him further inside of me. He grunted and lifted my right leg up in the crook of his arm. He was so deep in me, filling my body delightfully. "Fuck, baby. So good. Beyond all words. I love you." He was panting against my mouth as his body slammed against me. My nails were digging in his back, still trying to get him to move closer to me.
Inside of me.
Edward was inside of me, making love to me. His lips were moving feverishly against mine as he moved faster in and out, swirling his hips perfectly. With each pass, he hit my g-spot. It felt divine. It felt...he was right, there were no words. No words to explain the perfection of what we were doing.
No, it was beyond words.
"Bella, I'm so close," he panted out. "Feeling you without anything between us...I'm going to come. Please, come with me."
"Faster...harder..."I begged. "More. I need to feel more of you."
"Yes!" he hissed as he pumped in and out, his movements jerky and rough against my thighs. "Shit, Bella! You're so tight and wet!"
"You do that," I purred, brushing his sweaty hair away from his forehead. "Only you, Edward. It will only ever be you, baby."
"Ungh!" he grunted, leaning back slightly. His hand slid between us and began furiously rubbing my clit. Oh, my GOD! Stars are erupting behind my eyes... "Bella, my Bella. My beautiful girl," he panted. "I'm going to...do you want me to pull out?"
"No," I shrieked. "All of you. I want it all, Edward. I love you."
"FUCK!" he spat as he slammed into me. Our combined yells filled my room as we moved closer and closer to the edge. I'd never had an orgasm through penetrative sex. Here I was, with Edward, making love with for the first time, about to have my third orgasm within the span of an hour. "Bella, baby...please tell me you're close. I want you to come with me, love. Please?"
His velvety smooth voice, panting in my ear caused my body to constrict, clenching around his cock. My nails dug into his muscles on his back as I let out a guttural scream. Edward joined me as he pulsed inside of my body. He kept thrusting inside of me until he fell out of me. He collapsed next to me, breathing heavily. His tanned skin was flushed and he was covered in sweat. Reaching for me, he pulled me to his chest. I laid my head on his torso, pressing my ear to his skin. His heart was rapidly pounding beneath me.
"I...can't...Bella, I never honestly knew what it could be like," he whispered after he got his breath back. "Have you ever felt like this with anyone?"
"No, Edward," I said, snuggling against his side. "For the first time in my life, I feel complete." I don't want to let you go. As I lay on him, his stomach began snarling angrily. "Jeez, Cullen. Did you eat on the plane?"
"I didn't," he chuckled. "I was too nervous and excited to see you, gorgeous girl."
"Well, let me cook you something," I said, pulling back and wriggling out of the bed. Edward's arms pulled me back into the bed, earning a shriek from me. "Edward!"
"I don't want food," he said, wrapping his body around me like an octopus.
"Edward, I can hear and feel your stomach rumbling against my back," I giggled. He huffed. "I can order some pizza and we can eat it, naked, in bed?"
"Hmmm...you aren't going to open the door naked?" Edward asked as he nuzzled my neck with his nose. "Because if you do, I may have to kill the poor pizza delivery boy."
"I'll put on your shirt, baby," I giggled. Edward growled and nipped at my ears.
Suffice it to say, I never ordered the pizza. Or ate. Edward's hunger for me was much more needed.
xx AIDA xx
Begrudgingly, I went back to work on Wednesday. We spent the rest of night on Saturday, all day Sunday, Monday and the first part of Tuesday naked and in bed. We also christened every single one of my counters in the kitchen, bathrooms and the desk in my office. Each time we connected; it was just as powerful as the first time.
If not more so.
I was getting dressed to go to work. Edward was laying in the bed. Naked, of course. I think he was allergic to clothing. Not that I minded...
Yeah, I need to stop gawking at my boyfriend and wishing I was riding him a like a prize fucking stallion. It's not exactly helping the situation in my panties.
I was in a black pencil skirt and a royal blue sleeveless blouse. We were in the midst of an odd but welcome heat wave. Edward was staring at me hungrily. "You stop gawking, Cullen," I said as I flipped my hair over my shoulder. "I'm walking funny because of your colossal peen and our numerous times making love. Having you stare at me like you're ready to tear my clothes from my body is a bit unsettling."
"You loved it," he chuckled, leaning back against my headboard. "And you want it, gorgeous girl."
"Very much so," I said as I slipped on my necklace and promise ring. "But, I have a meeting with my editor so I can get my assignments for the remainder of the week. My friend Paul is picking me up so you can have my car. After work, I'd like you to come out with my friends at Kell's Irish Pub."
"I have to get dressed?" Edward whined, whipping off the blankets, revealing his naked form.
"Yes," I laughed. "You're insatiable, Edward."
"I finally know what it is to be head over heels in love," he smirked adorably. "To make love. To worship the women I adore more than my own life..."
"You are so cheesy, Edward," I said as I padded to my bed. I slipped on my heels and checked my messenger bag. I had my laptop, legal pad and a slew of mechanical pencils. I love my mechanical pencils...I'm weird, I know. Was I missing one? I should have a purple one in there.
"You're mumbling, gorgeous girl," he said as he moved my hair over my shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss behind my ear. His warm, large hands were wrapped around my waist, sneaking up to my breasts. I moaned quietly. He was trying to seduce me and if he kept kissing, licking just there, he was going to succeed. "Something about mechanical pencils? And purple?"
"Edward, I really have to go," I panted out, looking at him. "You need to catch up on your sleep since rest was not in the forefront in our agenda the past few days." I traced underneath the faint circles under his eyes. "I'll call you when we're on the way to the bar, okay? And shouldn't you call your family? Let them know that you're here and alive?"
"I suppose so," he said indignantly. One side of his face quirked up in his signature grin and I knew he was being a jackass, giving me shit.
My phone rang and it was Paul's ringtone. "Hey, bitch," I snorted. "I'm on my way down."
"You can walk?" Paul bellowed.
"You're on speakerphone," I deadpanned.
"I repeat, you can walk?" Paul snickered.
"Yes, Paul, I can walk. Plus, I have a pleasant reminder of all of the loving I had all weekend long," I purred. "Right, Edward?"
"Hmmm...I love hearing you talk like that, love. Makes me hard," he said, giving me a lascivious grin. I looked at his cock and it was standing at attention. I licked my lips, wanting to wrap my mouth around his hardness. Dampness pooled in my panties.
"It's true, Paul," I giggled. "I'm staring right at it."
"Get your skinny ass down here, Swan," Paul growled, hanging up abruptly.
I continued to laugh, tossing my phone into my bag. "He's just jealous," I quipped. "He's seen your picture, babe."
"Will he still want me even though I'm scarred?" Edward asked, arching a brow. The twinkle in his eye indicated that he was okay with it but, I frowned immediately. In our passion, I'd scratched up Edward's back with my fingernails. I was vaguely aware of it but was so lost in the feeling of him being inside me that I didn't realize how hard I was scratching. Seeing my frown, he crawled toward me and wrapped me in an embrace. "Hey, I like it. You're claiming me as yours."
"Edward, your back is torn to shreds," I hissed. "Thanks to me!" I rubbed my face, pissed off at my actions.
"No. It's not. Trust me when I say that this is nothing compared to what I've been dealt with before," he said, his brow furrowing.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Someone hurt you during sex?"
"Victoria was the most brutal. Her marks were also intentional. She'd purposefully hurt me."
"Was she into BDSM?" I asked, slightly squicked out.
"Just the bondage and sadist shit. She got her rocks off by whipping and burning me. At the time, I was all for it since..." He huffed out a breath. "She burnt the hell out of my nipple once with a candle," Edward said grimly.
"Whips and chains, too?" I squeaked.
"And then some," Edward chuckled humorlessly. He looked at me and his green eyes were vacant. "I considered it to be penance for all of the shit I dealt out, Bella." He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to mine. "I'd gladly take your marks over hers."
"Edward," I muttered.
"No, Bella. What she did was cruel and intentional," he said, threading his fingers through my hair. "I went to her, knowing full-well what she was going to do. It was our 'arrangement.' What this is," he indicated to his back, "was you, in throes of passion while we made love. It doesn't hurt and I know you didn't intend to scratch up my back, love. Our making love did that. It's like the love bite I put on your inner thigh."
"You gave me a hickey?" I asked, arching my brow.
"Yep. At least it's covered by this amazing skirt," he purred, rubbing his hands along my legs.
My cell phone rang again. It was Paul. "I'm coming," I barked into the phone.
"TMI! Swan, I don't you go rubbing your amazing sex life in my nose," Paul snickered.
"Fuck off," I giggled, hanging up my phone. "I really have to go, baby. Will you be okay?"
"I will, love," he smirked, kissing me sweetly. "I'm going to go back to bed, call my family, shower and work a bit on your birthday present."
"Present?! Edward..." I began. My cell phone chirped. "Damn it. This conversation isn't over."
"Love you," he sang, curling up under the covers. I rolled my eyes and went down to meet Paul after I kissed Edward's cheek and returned his sentiment. In his custom-made purple Beetle, Paul was glowering at me. The twinkle in his eyes indicated that he wasn't all that pissed off. As an apology, I paid for some coffee for Paul from Starbucks right outside of the paper.
The day dragged. My mind was focused on the sexy man who was still in my bed. And the sex I had on that bed. More dampness in my skimpy panties. Ugh! My column about the latest celeb gossip was lackluster at best. It also didn't help that we were in a bit of a 'drought' for celebrity drama. No one was cheating with anyone; everyone was in love and the movies were honestly crappy.
I finished my assignments that I could before lunch. I needed to speak with some sources, but they were unavailable until the afternoon. I went to lunch with Marcus to discuss my transition to the news floor. He even gave me a few assignments to start researching that Patricia was going to work on if she hadn't been pregnant. After lunch, I called Edward but his cell phone rang, going to voicemail. I assumed he was showering so I just left him a message saying that I loved him and wished I was with him.
The afternoon went by a little faster than the morning. I spent most of it on the phone, discussing leads on several stories and researching some new bands that were playing in some of the larger clubs in Seattle. I also talked to Angela, Jessica and Becca, verifying that we were still meeting at Kell's Irish Pub after I was done with work. We were a go. At six, Edward would meet my closest friends.
I spoke briefly to Edward, giving him the information about the bar and the time to be there. He seemed excited to go. I was more excited to have him by my side.
Shortly before 5:45, Paul came into my office. I finished packing up my belongings so we could head off to the bar. "Is Robert coming with us?"
"He may meet up with us later," Paul said. "He's got some dinner with his fellow attorney-like people." Robert was an associate at an up and coming law firm. "Shall we, slut?"
"Shut up," I snickered, smacking his arm as I strode past him. "Don't make me shove this heel up your ass."
"I may like it, Bella," he chuckled.
"You do like it," I retorted. "You do it every night but the heel is a lot thicker and it's flesh-toned."
"Oh, yeah," Paul said dreamily. He twirled his car keys on his finger, whistling a chipper tune. He drove us to the bar, parking next to my Volvo. I was happy that Edward found it with no problem. "GOD, Bella! You're like a love-sick fool. Stop bouncing around like a teenage girl at a One Direction concert, squealing for Harry!"
I stuck out my tongue at him, getting out of the car. I walked to the bar, seeing Edward sitting inside, being approached by several women. Hell, no. He's mine, bitches. I adjusted my breasts and strode through the door. Adopting a very seductive walk, I sashayed over to where Edward was seated. He looked sinful in a pair of dark-wash jeans, black shirt and black shoes. His cologne assaulted my nostrils, causing my pussy to start leaking. Like fucking Pavlov's dog and the damn whistle. Edward's cologne makes me wet...My hands snaked up his toned, muscular arms before tugging on his sexily disheveled hair. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his ear. "Hey, handsome. Want some help?" I purred.
"Yes," he breathed, turning to look at me. His hand cupped my neck, pulling me between his legs on the stool he was perched on. His lips crashed against mine, plundering my mouth greedily with his tongue. The annoyed huffs of the women who were near him wafted over our ears. "They were like vultures, circling around me like I was a recent kill. I'm taken, thank you very much," he chuckled lowly, nipping at my lips.
"Get a room," Paul bellowed, sitting next to Edward. "I do not want to see you two tongue fuck all night long."
"You're just jealous," I said, leaning against Edward's body. "Paul Whitacre, this is my boyfriend, Edward Cullen. Edward...Paul."
"Nice to meet you," Edward said, holding out his hand.
"No kiss for me?" Paul asked, arching a brow.
"Not yet," Edward smiled. Paul blushed, shaking Edward's hand.
"How long have you been here?" I asked, taking a sip of Edward's beer.
"A few minutes. I was already out and I wanted to make sure I didn't get lost," Edward explained, his hands gliding down to my ass, squeezing it slightly.
"You two are worse than Jessica and Mike with the PDA," Paul grumbled, waving down the bartender. "Should I ask for a hose?"
"No," I hissed, glaring at my friend. "I've seen you with Robert's tongue down your throat. Consider this penance...it's not like when I was with..."
"Okay, okay," Paul conceded. "This is true."
"BELLA!" shrieked Jessica, teetering on her heels with her husband following behind her like an obedient puppy. Her voice pierced through us, interrupting our conversation. She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "Hey, Paul."
"No shrieking hug for me?" Paul asked, frowning dramatically.
"I see you all of the time," Jessica said dismissively.
"You also see Bella all of the time, too," Paul argued.
"But not Bella's boyfriend," Jessica bit back, smiling at Edward. "Jessica Newton and this my husband, Mike."
"A pleasure," Edward said as he shook her hand and Mike's hand as well.
"Are we going to stay at the bar or get a table?" Mike asked. "Should I open a tab?"
"I've already got one started," Edward said. We decided to get a table after we ordered our drinks. Edward was somewhat quiet as he interacted with my friends. Then again, I knew he was still, at heart, that shy, nerdy boy from his high school days. He opened up more when Angela and Ben arrived. Edward had a lot in common with Ben. They both were into computers and talked animatedly about some new technology invention or something.
Becca was the last person to arrive, nearly an hour late, with a man in tow. "Hi, guys!" she smiled. "Sorry we're late. Got caught in the moment." Her date's eyes frosted over momentarily as he glared at her head. Becca looked at him, giving him a wink. He returned with a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "This is Jimmy, my boyfriend. Jimmy, this is Angela, Ben, Mike, Jessica, Paul, Bella and Bella's boyfriend, Edward."
Jimmy didn't say anything. He just nodded and held Becca tightly to his side. Edward narrowed his eyes at Jimmy. I twined my fingers with his, leaning over to his ear. "Everything okay?"
"I'm fine but there is something about Becca's boyfriend that is unsettling," Edward replied, nuzzling my hair. "Do I act like that?"
"God, no! Edward, you're amazing. Quiet, but I know that it's stemmed in your unfamiliarity with my friends," I said, caressing his slightly scruffy cheek. "You're right, though. With Jimmy, he seems too controlling of Becca. I don't know. I don't want to make a snap judgment."
"I agree, gorgeous girl," he replied, kissing my nose.
"Edward," called Jessica, again interrupting our moment. "How long are you in Seattle?"
"Right now, I'm here for the month of September," he answered, pulling me into his lap. "I wanted to be here for Bella's birthday. However, I'd be amenable to stay longer."
"You'd get no complaint from me," I giggled, kissing his neck.
"What do you do, Eddie?" Jimmy asked in a thick New York accent.
"It's Edward," he replied, shooting a frustrated look at Jimmy. "And I'm the manager of a luxury resort off the coast of Brazil. My family owns the resort and I'm in charge of everything that makes the resort run smoothly."
"How are you able to take off a month, Eddie?" Jimmy asked, giving Edward a leering smile.
"Prior to meeting my girl, I very rarely took any time off. I have a great deal of vacation time accrued," Edward said, his voice taking on a hard edge. "Besides, my sister is filling for me in my absence."
"It must be so nice to work with your family," Angela sighed.
"It's a blessing and a curse," Edward began. "In some ways, I'm lucky that I have the support of my family nearby. Conversely, it's stifling, too. My parents meddle."
"So do you," I teased, tugging on his hair. "Alice's villa?"
"Ah, yes," he chuckled. "When Bella left the island, I compulsively cleaned my sister's villa. I started to clean my parents' home, but I was shoved back home."
"What is the name of the resort?" Jimmy asked, his eyes staring intently at Edward.
"Isle Esme, just off the eastern coast of Rio," Edward responded.
"That sounds so romantic," Angela crooned. "Ben, we should go there for our anniversary!"
"It is very romantic," I smiled, twining my fingers with Edward's. "I never wanted to leave."
"I never wanted you to leave," Edward murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. "Love you."
"Love you, too," I whispered back.
"Oh, gag," Paul giggled. "Let's stop with the love fest and start planning Bella's birthday!"
"Ugh, no parties. I hate my birthday," I groaned. "You all know this."
"But, Edward's here and it should be special," Becca said, holding Jimmy's hand. "Right, babe?"
"Extra special," Jimmy answered, kissing Becca's knuckles. Again, something was off with Jimmy's interactions with Becca. "A special night for your special girl, Eddie?"
Edward gave a tight smile. I saw his aggravation in his mossy green eyes. "I hate to be a killjoy but I've got an early meeting," I said.
"No, we don't," Paul said.
"It's for Marcus," I lied smoothly. "Patricia, Marcus and I are going over some things for an assignment. I need to be at the paper by eight." Paul pursed his lips, not believing what I said.
"We'll have to get together again, soon," Ben said. "How about Saturday?"
"We can't," I answered. "Edward's meeting the parents. We're going out to dinner with my family."
"Friday?" Jessica asked.
"I'm on assignment," I frowned. "I have to critique a show." Edward gave me a pout. "You're coming with me, lover boy. I've got tickets to see Mumford and Sons. No pout."
"Okay," he grinned, kissing my neck.
"We'll get together before your birthday," Angela said. "However, I know that you two are going back to your apartment to..."
"And on that note," I laughed, standing up from Edward's lap. He grinned like a cat who got the canary, tossing some money onto the table. I hugged my friends while Edward shook hands with the guys. Tentatively, he kissed Jessica, Angela, Becca and Paul on the cheek before we left.
In the car, Edward helped me into the passenger seat. Settling into the driver's seat, he gave me a wickedly sexy grin. "It's been nearly twenty-four hours since I've last had you, Bella."
"Wow, twenty-four hours," I quipped.
"Far too long," he purred.
"Far too long," I parroted back, staring into his eyes. "How fast can you get us home?"
"I love the way you think."
A/N: I wanted to get dinner with the parents in here but I figured it would be best if it was in Edward's POV. Meeting Charlie, Detective Swan, is going to be so much fun. Tee hee. Anyhow, there are some pictures of this chapter on my blog (link in my profile). They are NSFW! Some really sexy pics, kids. You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on Twitter: tufano79.
Up next will be the continuation of the lemon from this chapter, concert public sex, meeting the parents and leading up to Bella's birthday. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated. Leave me some lovin!