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.
Chapter Twenty-Six: A New Year, A New Life
BPOV
"I'm surprised that the paper sprung for a Christmas party," I said, putting on my drusy earrings. I was dressed in a simple red dress with my drusy jewelry as my accessories. "With all that happened after the fall out with Alec, they would probably want to save money."
"Didn't we have to pay to go?" Edward asked, slipping on his black suit jacket. The man looked downright sinful in his black suit and white shirt. It was cut perfectly for his athletic body and I wanted to crawl up his muscular form and have my wicked way with him. Oh, right. I couldn't. I was having my special time of the month…erm, quarter. "Bella, stop drooling. I'm not going anywhere."
"It's just that you look so damn sexy, Edward," I said, sashaying over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "I want you."
"I offered but you said that you didn't want due to your girly issues," he smirked, kissing my nose.
"Yeah, talk about gross," I grumbled. "I'm sorry. I'm just really horny when I get my period."
"I'll keep that in mind," he said, squeezing my ass. "Back to my question, wasn't there a fee we had to pay to go per person?"
"Yeah, ten bucks, roughly. It's paying for the rental of the room at Il Terrazo Carmine and it's not an open bar," I said, kissing his stubbled jaw. "Hmmm, you smell good."
"Thank you, love," he said, smacking my ass. "Now, we've got to go before you toss me on the bed and have your wicked way with me."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," I teased, cocking my hip.
"It's not, but didn't Marcus say that it was imperative that we all be there?" Edward questioned, arching a perfect brow.
"Crap," I said, wrinkling my nose. He chuckled. Edward kissed just behind my ear and sucked on the sensitive skin there. "Keep that up and we won't be leaving. I'll want to make love to you; my period be damned."
"Come on, my beautiful girl," he said, tugging on my hand. "Let's get going. It'll be a fun night out." I picked up my clutch and we walked out to the foyer of the apartment. Edward helped me with my coat before he put his coat on, leading us down to parking garage. Sliding into his car, he drove us to Il Terrazo Carmine and let the valet park his sleek red vehicle. Inside of the restaurant, we walked back to the large banquet room that the Times rented out for our party. Immediately, I saw Paul and Rob.
"Bells!" Paul squealed, rushing toward me and throwing his arms around my neck. "Thanks to you, your hot boyfriend and your amazing dad, the Seattle Times is safe from the tyranny of Alec Wright."
"He's been announcing that every five minutes," Rob deadpanned, tugging his boyfriend back and threading their fingers together. "But, he's not the only one who is excited at the departure of that guy. A lot of readers are now happy that the paper is getting back to what it was prior to Alec's arrival."
"That's because we're able to report the news," I said. "Not some one-sided view of the news. Marcus has been incredibly happy, handing out challenging assignments and raising the bar. It's been crazy."
"You love it, though," Edward said, wrapping his arm around my waist. "You actually come with a twinkle in your eye as opposed to a frown and a daily death threat to your boss."
"Now, he'll have to worry about bending down to pick up the soap," I quipped. "Being as he is so right-wing, he will not take too kindly on being somebody's bitch."
"Probably not," Paul snickered, sipping his cosmopolitan. "I wouldn't touch him with Edward's dick."
"Yeah, ewwww," Edward whined, glaring at Paul. "Do you want my help with your celeb-blog?"
"Yes," Paul said, jutting out his lower lip.
"Then, don't ever say something like that again, dork," he laughed.
Paul sauntered to Edward and pulled him into a hug, kissing my boyfriend's cheek. Based on the pinkness in Paul's face, he was well on his way to be completely smashed before dinner. "You need a drink, Edward. And I need another one," he giggled, dragging my other half away to the bar.
"He's blitzed," I said, arching a brow at the retreating forms of Paul and Edward.
"He's letting go for tonight. He got an email from a big sponsor for his blog and it may be taking off sooner than he anticipated. He's celebrating," Rob said, sipping his scotch and soda. "Do you want a drink, Bella?"
"Edward will probably get me something," I replied, waving my hand airily. "How are things for you?"
"Busy. I have a big custody case that I'm working on. It's ugly and we're hoping to get it all resolved before Christmas, but it doesn't seem likely. The poor kid is stuck in foster care limbo because mom won't give her up parental rights and she filed a restraining order against the family that wants to adopt her son. It's awful."
"Wow. I hope everything turns out alright," I frowned.
"Me, too. Mom doesn't deserve this boy. She's a mess. Can't hold a job because of a nasty drug habit, is abusive, both emotionally and physically, and right now is living out of her car. But we've got some bleeding heart judge who is willing to give this mom a chance and her legal aid attorney is fighting for her tooth and nail," Rob sighed.
"I'll keep the kid in my prayers. He deserves to be home with his family on Christmas," I said, rubbing his shoulder.
Paul and Edward came back. Paul had another Cosmo while Edward held a vodka cranberry for me and glass of scotch for himself. We chatted amiably until we heard that we were going to be eating soon. We grabbed a table, Marcus and his wife, Diane, joining us. We enjoyed a family style meal that was delicious and incredibly filling. I was grateful my dress was stretchy and I could move easily despite the ton of pasta I enjoyed.
After dinner and some very decadent desserts, all of the editors walked to the front of the room, just before the small dance floor. The previous editor-in-chief, an older gentleman named Walter, was up there as well. He looked sheepish. "Well folks, I hope you enjoyed your meals. I know that I ate more than I probably should have and my belt is a little tight." There were a few titters of laughter. Walter smiled and continued, "Anyhow, first off, some business needs to be discussed. When I retired, the paper brought in, a person who we thought would be a new editor who could take our paper to the next level. Instead, he was a monster who nearly ruined our good name, taking only one side of every viewpoint and was tyrannical in his leadership of the paper. It makes me feel badly that I retired early."
"It's okay, Wally!" barked one of the news writers.
"Thankfully, Alec or Joseph or whatever the hell his name was is gone and in jail. If it weren't for the investigative reporting of Marcus Volt and Isabella Swan, you'd still have that jackass as your editor-in-chief. Let's raise our glasses to Marcus and Isabella."
Marcus sidled up to Walter. "It wasn't just us. It was a team effort. In addition to Bella and me, Paul Newson and Bella's boyfriend, Edward Cullen, were instrumental in finding out information about our former boss. Additionally, Detective Charles Swan was the guy who put him behind bars. Let's toast everyone who helped put that asshole away for a long, long time."
Both Edward and I blushed while Paul stood up, bowing deeply and sending kisses to our coworkers. With another sweeping bow, Paul plopped down and downed the rest of his drink.
"Now, with that out of the way, on to some good news. With the ousting of Alec Wright, the paper has been working without an editor-in-chief for the past couple of weeks. I've stepped in, coming out of retirement, much to the happiness of my wife until we could choose a suitable replacement. After much debate and perusing the slew of resumes that were sent in from within in the paper and from outside sources, and having a handful of interviews with the candidates on our short list, we've made our decision I'm happy to announce that the new editor-in-chief is none other than…Marcus Volt!"
"What?" Marcus squeaked, completely flummoxed.
Walter walked over to Marcus, pulling him into a very awkward man hug while we all applauded. Walter whispered in Marcus' ear and my friend and editor was blushing, but smiling widely. A few of my fellow news writers bellowed 'speech' and Marcus was forced onto the dance floor to say a few words. "Yeah, I didn't expect this. I put in my resume, not even thinking that I was in the running. My wife told me to throw my hat into the ring and I'm glad I did now. Anyhow, I don't know what to say, but I do know a few things…number one, if you were put on 'probation' by the asshat, you're not on probation anymore; number two, I will not micromanage you. You are all college educated people and you all know how to do your jobs. Finally, number three, let's make this paper what it used to be, and even improve on it!"
"Here, here!" Paul yelled, throwing his fist in the air. Rob laughed, pulling Paul's arm down and wrapping him in a half embrace.
"I'll have some more plans for what I want to do with the paper after the first of the year. I'm looking forward to working with all of you and striving to make the Seattle Times an amazing publication," Marcus said, raising his wine glass. "And I'm done yammering." We clapped and Marcus slipped back to stand next to Walter. Our former editor-in-chief patted Marcus on the shoulder, giving him a wide smile.
"As a result of Marcus' promotion, that leaves the news division without an editor. Until Marcus has an opportunity to fill the position, the acting editor will be Henry Bechard," Walter announced.
"Why not Bella?" Paul hissed, looking at me in shock. Edward threaded his fingers with mine. Rob just chuckled at Paul's petulant tone.
"I don't want it, Paul," I said, rubbing his hand. Little did he know that I was looking at other means of making money. The drama of Alec Wright had really left me with a bad taste in my mouth. I lost my edge in discovering the truth, breaking the story. Being shot down and written up for what was my best article was incredibly disheartening and I was just done.
The idea of moving to the island seemed much more appealing. Writing a travel blog, rekindling my love of cooking, writing a novel? The options were limitless.
Paul pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. After those announcements, a DJ came out and some music was pumped into the room. We spent the rest of the night dancing and laughing. Paul had to be cut off and dragged away by Rob when the night was over. He still wanted to party, but Rob was tired and quite frankly so was everybody else. Marcus and Diane had to go home to their babysitter and celebrate his promotion. He waggled his brows when he said that, earning him a hard slap on his chest from his wife. She was blushing, indicating that they were probably going to get it on.
We left the restaurant and dragged our tired bodies up to the apartment. I washed my face and stripped out of my clothes. Edward had taken off his shirt. I plucked it from the floor, wrapping it around my body and crawling into bed. "Fuck, Bella. You are so damn sexy," he growled, looking at me as I snuggled up to the pillows with one button attached at the bust.
"You're not so bad yourself, handsome," I purred. "We may not be able to have sex, but I do need you. Lose the boxers. I want to suck your cock."
"I love it when you talk dirty." He barked out a laugh, tossing his underwear onto the floor. His dick was in my mouth and I made him come two times before we collapsed. He vowed to make it up to me once I was off the 'injured reserve.' I kissed him deeply before we fell asleep, curled up in each other's arms.
xx AIDA xx
A few days later, I was on vacation. I worked a half day on Christmas Eve, submitting a few stories before I left for my week and a half off. When I got home from my half day, Edward and I worked on cooking munchies for our Christmas Eve celebration with our friends. The only people who weren't coming were Paul and Rob. They were celebrating Christmas Eve with Rob's sister and her family, spoiling his nieces.
Our party was a lot of fun. Everyone was wearing ugly holiday sweaters, for which we had a prize for the ugliest. Ben, Angela's husband, won with a green sweater with Santa on the toilet. He walked away with wine gift basket. We had way too many people over, but it was festive. We also had a white elephant gift exchange. The gifts that were brought were hysterical. From summer sausage, to diapers, to the most sought after gift, a bamboo back scratcher. I managed to walk away with that one, eagerly rubbing an itchy spot between my shoulder blades.
After one in the morning, people started leaving and we cleaned up as much as we could, despite being completely blitzed. I had smashed my shin into the coffee table one to many times and I proclaimed myself as being done. Edward drunkenly giggled, swooping me up into his arms and carrying me into the bedroom. We stripped out of our ugly sweaters, which happened to be from my mom's closet, crashing into a drunken stupor.
The next morning, we finished cleaning up the apartment and packed our bags for the island. It felt weird putting in bikinis and shorts when it was freezing up in Seattle. According to Edward, it was a balmy ninety degrees down in Rio with sunshine and very little clouds. Most of the luggage was mine since Edward kept his summer wardrobe down on the island. His bags were filled with presents for his family and something that Edward was very secretive about. I didn't know what, but when I asked him, he blushed and stuffed the item into the pocket of the bag.
Christmas with my family was quiet. My mom had ordered some lasagna from a local Italian deli along with some pasta sauce and homemade meatballs. We exchanged gifts, which were little trinkets I needed for my apartment, gift cards and money. The last of our Christmas traditions were to watch White Christmas and A Christmas Story, all while wearing flannel pajamas and eating cookies. Edward and I fell asleep on the couch in my parent's house and stayed wrapped up in each other's arms until Charlie woke us both up to go to the airport.
We both took quick showers before loading up in my dad's Nissan. I was exhausted and sore from sleeping on the couch. However, my parents didn't have the heart to wake either one of us since we were so entwined on the leather sofa. Unloading the car, Charlie gave me a hug and kiss. "Have a safe flight, Bells," he said, caressing my cheek.
"I will, Dad. I'm in a better frame of mine since the last time I took this flight," I quipped. He laughed. "You'll pick us up, right?"
"Edward sent me the itinerary," Charlie said, shooting Edward an amused glare.
"I'm anal when I travel," Edward laughed. With another hug from my dad, we entered the terminal and checked our luggage. Security was a bit of a pain in the ass, but that was a given. After being poked and prodded, we sat down at our gate, waiting for our flight to arrive.
A day of travel later, we were at the dock, waiting for Emmett to pick us up. I was tired and had a killer headache. Edward was vibrating in his skin, anxious to see his family. "Edward, you're channeling your inner-Alice," I teased him.
"I'm sorry. This is the longest I've been away from my family since I went away to college. I can't believe how much I missed them," he smiled. "I know that they will probably give us tonight to sleep but after that, it's nonstop adventures. Alice and Rose want to go shopping with you. I'd love to go parasailing with you…there's just so much that we have to do. Plus, we can't forget New Year's Eve."
"What's happening on New Year's Eve?" I asked.
"You'll see," Edward said cryptically, kissing my lips. As he said that, a small yacht pulled up to the marina with Emmett and Jasper at the helm. It docked and the two guys bounded off the boat, eagerly pulling both me and Edward into tight hugs.
"Edward! You're like pasty," Emmett teased, poking at Edward's cheek. "I forgotten how pale you are without your perma-tan."
"Whatever, Emmett," Edward chuckled, elbowing his older brother. "How are things at the resort?"
"Excellent! We're on vacation until you guys leave!" Emmett beamed. "Come on! Mom and Dad are anxious to see you!" Emmett waggled his brows, loading up our luggage. The boat trip was short, Jasper zipping along the choppy waves of the South Atlantic. I was getting a little seasick and spent most of the trip laying down with my head in Edward's lap. He massaged my head, lulling me into asleep for the remainder of the half hour trip to Isle Esme.
The yacht docked and we got off, walking toward the main building of the resort. Our travels were catching up with me and I was anxious to go to Edward's villa, sleeping the rest of the day away. But, we needed to be sociable. Threading our fingers together, we walked into the lobby. Esme was sitting on a couch with Alice and Rosalie, who was sporting a well-rounded baby bump. Carlisle was chatting with Anita who was working at the front desk, obviously getting a promotion since I'd left the island.
"Senhor Cullen," she beamed, scuttling from behind the desk that nearly dwarfed her. "It's good to have you back!"
"What did I say, Anita?" he laughed, hugging the petite woman. "It's Edward."
"Sorry, Edward," she chuckled. "Truly, it is good to have you back home."
"Have I been that bad?" Carlisle snorted.
"No, Senhor Carlisle," Anita said, giving him a sheepish look, but based on her trepidation, it was probably not what the staff was used to. "Now, enjoy your time off with your family." Anita shooed us toward Alice, Rose and Esme.
Hugs were passed around. Edward was covered with kisses from his mom, which made him blush a deep crimson. I embraced Alice, missing her something fierce. She had been a kindred spirit for me when I first came down to the island. Seeing Rose and Esme were nice, but Alice was probably my closest female friend besides Angela, Jessica and Becca.
"Come, let's get you all fed before you go crash in Edward's villa," Esme said, leading us to a private dining room in the resort. "Did you have a safe flight?"
"It was good. Long," I chuckled. "I forgot how long the trip down here was. I was a bit dazed on the way down here and again when I left."
"You were dealing with a broken heart on the flight down and on the way back, missing this idiot," Alice quipped, poking her brother in the belly. "Did Edward keep you occupied?" Alice's suggestive waggle indicated something more than the four books that we both read and the movie we watched on Edward's computer.
"Alice, do you know the grossness in those airline seats? Those bathrooms? If you're alluding to us joining the Mile-High Club, then I can say that we didn't join. If we did join, it would be in the privacy of a private jet, where I scoured every inch of the plane," Edward scoffed.
"You are so OCD, Edward," Emmett teased, plopping down in one of the chairs after he had helped Rose into the seat next to him.
"I'm with Edward," Rose said, wrinkling her nose. "Now that I'm pregnant, I'm reading about all of these killer germs and bacteria. I'm afraid that our kid will contract a lethal strain of MRSA or something. Bleach is your friend. Say it with me." Emmett rolled his eyes, kissing Rose's temple. He lovingly put his hand on her baby bump, caressing it like a proud papa.
"Do you know what you're having?" Edward asked, pointing to Rose.
"We're keeping it a surprise. There are so very few true surprises anymore," Rose blushed. "The only thing we know for certain is that we're having a baby and so far, the baby is healthy."
"When are you due?" I asked.
"Mid-April. Baby was conceived in August, toward the end. We can't wait," Rose smiled, threading her fingers with Emmett's on her belly.
On the dining room table, several trays of finger foods were dropped off by the staff. Edward and I filled one plate, sharing our meal as his family told us about the goings-on of the resort. After an hour, I felt myself start to drift and Edward gracefully excused us from further conversations. We grabbed our bags, walking through the resort until we reached Edward's villa. It had been decorated with twinkle lights which caused me to giggle. "What's so funny, Swan?" Edward asked, pinching my hip.
"It looks odd. Seeing palm trees and ferns swathed in Christmas lights," I said, my mind completely gone.
"All of our villas are decorated similarly. The maintenance staff hang up the lights," he said, unlocking the door. His place was air conditioned and I could see a Christmas tree in the front foyer of his home. Edward chuckled. "My mom…she loves Christmas and I know she misses snow."
"Ugh, no thank you," I grumbled. "I hate snow. I'd rather be in someplace tropical than in frigidly cold temperatures," I shuddered. Yawning, I stumbled toward his bedroom. "I'm so tired."
"Come on, love," he said, sweeping me over his shoulder. "We have a date with my king-sized bed."
"To sleep, right?" I said, slipping my hands underneath his shirt, sliding them into his jeans and cupping his muscular ass.
"With you groping my butt like that, sleep might not be happening right away, my sexy girl," he chuckled.
"No. We need sleep. I just know that Alice will want to spend a shit-ton of money while we're in Rio tomorrow. I need my energy," I snorted, removing my hands from his butt. He laughed, tossing me onto the bed.
"Can we compromise?" he asked, his green eyes twinkling.
"On?"
"Clothing optional," he purred, his hands gliding up my leg and dipping underneath my t-shirt. "In case we both feel the urge to make love. It's been too long since I've been inside of you, my Bella."
"I think I can be persuaded," I smiled. "Only if we turn off the air and open up the windows. I missed the smell of the salty air. Plus, feeling your slightly sweaty body next to mine…talk about an aphrodisiac."
"Done and done," he grinned crookedly, kissing my mouth. "Get naked, Bella. I'll open up the house." He jumped off the bed and threw his shirt on the floor. I bit my lip, watching as his jeans joined his shirt along with his boxer briefs. He opened the house up, completely naked and I quickly joined him. Laying on his bed, on top of the white duvet cover, we tangled into a mess of limbs and fell asleep with the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.
xx AIDA xx
Early the next morning, Alice called Edward's phone. He barely let go of me as he grunted incoherently into the receiver. I burrowed against his sweaty chest, relishing in his unique and sexy scent. Almost immediately, I grew wet and I wanted him. Based on the shrill sound of Alice, it didn't seem plausible that we'd have any time to make love. "A half hour, Alice. We flew for nearly eighteen hours yesterday. Give us a chance to wake up," Edward grumbled. "No…you cannot come over. You'll get to spend time with Bella. Relax, you melodramatic elf." He hung up the phone, turning it off before sliding his thigh between my own. "I love my sister. I do. But, dear God, hearing her voice first thing in the morning is not the most pleasant of wake up calls."
"At least she didn't burst in on you," I teased, rubbing my wet pussy along his thigh.
"Hmmm, that would have been embarrassing. She would see us, naked, with you trying to get off on my leg," he said, sliding his hand between our bodies. Expertly, he found my clit and I moaned. "So wet, Bella."
"This island…you…need you," I mumbled incoherently. "Love me, Edward."
He lifted my leg, draping it over his hip and teased my sex with his erection. "Gladly," he moaned, covering my mouth with his and sliding inside of me.
An hour later, we walked to the resort, sexually sated from our interlude on his bed and another in the shower. Edward smiled like a cat who got the cream. I was just a quivering mess from his sexual prowess of how he could make me come with his voice, a swipe of his finger and his undying love for me. Alice was not amused, but Edward didn't care. He just kissed his sister before making himself a plate from the buffet. I sipped some coffee and listed to Alice and Esme prattle on about our excursion to Rio. Rose was supposed to come, but she wasn't feeling up to it and decided to stay on the island, working on some upcoming weddings in the next few weeks. Edward was going out with Jasper and Emmett on the yacht to do some fishing. Carlisle was coming with us to get some supplies for the resort.
With a kiss and a promise that we'd be back by sundown for our holiday celebration with Edward's family, we got onto the smaller yacht, traveling to Rio. Carlisle used a large Hummer while we loaded up in Edward's Volvo, driving to an upscale mall. We wandered around, chatting about everything and nothing all at the same time. While in the mall, we stopped at several stores and Alice was trying to get me to try on dresses.
"Alice, I'm here to relax. We're not going clubbing or anything," I said, arching a brow.
"Who said anything about clubbing? It's for the New Year's Eve celebration, silly," she said, dragging me into another store. "Besides, you're not the only one who needs a new dress."
"Okay, fine," I grumbled. "But nothing too skanky."
"The dress we find will be a picture of elegance and beauty," Alice giggled. "With a touch a sex appeal. Edward will not be able to keep his hands off you!" She led me to an upscale corner of the store, choosing some really sensual cocktail dresses. Esme idly flipped through the racks, handing Alice a dress or two in her perusal. A sales person came by and set us up in a dressing room. I spent the rest of the afternoon trying on different dresses. Nothing seemed right at the shop. So, we left empty handed. We went to four different stores, not finding this elicit dress. We eventually went to a high-end department store. Alice prattled on in Portuguese to one of the sales people, describing what she envisioned. We walked to the couture salon and a beautiful champagne colored; lacy dress was pulled out from the racks. "That's it!"
I was encouraged into a dressing room and I slid into the sexy, but elegant cocktail dress. It was the same shade as my skin with a golden undertone. The dress had capped sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. The back was completely bare which meant that I couldn't wear a bra. The skirt was sheer with a nude underlay that fell from my hips to a few inches above my knees. I stepped out and Alice began bouncing. "This is gorgeous," I breathed.
"It's a Zuhair Murad dress. He's an amazing designer that has a flair for all things sexy," Alice said. "We'll take it!"
"Alice, I can't afford this," I griped, shooting her a look.
"Consider this to be a Christmas present from all of us," Esme smirked, handing the sales person her credit card. I bit my lip, thanking her quietly. We decided on accessories while the dress was rung up. I changed back into my sundress and we went down to find some gold sandals. My jewelry would be my drusy ensemble that Edward had given me. We finished up buying my shoes, which were insanely high Christian Louboutin's and then went to La Perla to pick up some saucy panties to wear underneath my dress.
By the time we were done, I was shopped out and ready to go back to resort to spend some time at the pool. Esme sent a text to Carlisle and we drove to the marina, parking Edward's Volvo in the garage. Carlisle was already on board, preparing the boat for departure. Alice and I made quick work of the lines and Esme carried our purchases inside. The trip back to the island was relaxing. We nibbled on some snacks and chattered about our trip. Carlisle smiled softly when I told him about my dress. He looked very much like Edward, that secretive little smile. Something was up with all of the Cullen's, but I didn't know what.
When we got back to the island, I changed into my bikini and lazed around Edward's pool. I stayed there until Edward came sauntering home, sweaty and filthy. "Did you roll around in mud?" I quipped.
"No. We gave the larger yacht a thorough cleaning after we went fishing. It's been reserved for New Year's Eve and we didn't want it smelling like dead fish," he said, wrinkling his nose. "How was shopping?"
"It was good. Alice and Esme got me this beautiful dress for New Year's Eve," I smiled. "Do you want to see it?"
"On New Year's Eve," he chuckled. "I'm going to shower. I ran into my mom and dinner will be ready in an hour and half. Care to join me?"
"Hmmm, naked boyfriend or lounging in the sun?" I said, tapping my lips. "Like there's any choice!" Hopping up, I followed him into the bathroom. He had way too much fun stripping me out of my bikini. He removed it with his teeth and proceeded to spend some quality time with my pussy. His lips and tongue were reacquainted with my sex and I was a quivering mass of orgasms when he was done.
Dressing in another sundress and Edward in a pair of khakis and a button down, we went over to Carlisle and Esme's villa for our Christmas with them. We exchanged our handful of gifts and ate a delicious meal of salmon with mango salsa. It was a different take on Christmas, but I loved it. I could get used to spending my time down here. Seeing the Christmas lights on the trees and sipping margaritas on the verandah while it was eighty degrees was nothing short of amazing.
The next day, we spent relaxing and lounging by the pool. It was nice to have my body warmed by the summer sun of Rio. I could feel my soul rejuvenating and I felt at peace for the first time since I moved back home to Seattle. Even Edward, while wanting to delve back into the resort, seemed at ease. This was where we were meant to be. Not Seattle. I loved my family. Loved my friends, but that wasn't home anymore. This tiny island in the middle of the south Atlantic, off the coast of Brazil, was my home.
Our time on the island was breezing by. Before I knew it, I was getting ready in Alice and Jasper's villa for the New Year's Eve celebration. My hair was curled and I felt sexy and empowered in my dress. "I don't look like a hoochie, do I?" I asked Alice.
"Hell, no!" she smiled. "You look smoking hot. It'll be a night you won't forget."
"Okay, what's the deal? Everyone has been super cryptic the past few days. Your brother even more so," I said, putting my hands on my hips.
"You'll see," Alice smirked. "Now, Jasper is going to escort you to the dock."
"The dock?" I questioned.
"Oh, yeah, you're having a private celebration on the yacht with my cryptic brother," Alice winked.
She danced out of the room and Jasper strolled in, offering me his arm. He was dressed in a pair of black dress pants and white button down. He handed me a single red rose. "From your man."
"He's up to something," I chuckled nervously.
"When is Edward not up to something?" Jasper laughed, walking me to the marina. He plucked up several more red roses along the way, handing them to me. By the time we reached the yacht, I had a half dozen roses, thorns removed, in my hands. "I leave you now, Bella. Emmett will be here in a moment to escort you the rest of the way."
"Ooookay," I said as I watched Jasper saunter away. I turned, seeing Emmett. He was also in a pair of black pants and a white button down. He held up two red roses. "Thank you."
"It's us who should thank you," he said, offering me his arm. "You made Edward realize that he was worthy of love. You also were the one brave enough to give him that love." He handed me two more roses. "Tonight, it's all about celebrating that, Bella. My brother loves you so much and I'm so glad that he's giving me such a kickass sister."
"What are you talking about?" I giggled.
"You'll see," Emmett replied cryptically, helping me onto the large yacht. Picking up two final roses, he handed them to me. "See you next year, Sis." Winking, he left me on the boat, absolutely confused.
I shifted on my heels and held the roses in my arms, balancing my clutch in my hand. "An angel," I heard behind me. Turning, I saw Edward standing on the bow of the boat wearing a tuxedo and holding a white and red rose. He gracefully walked down, cupping my face. "You look like an angel, Bella."
"You look like James Bond," I said, gawking at him in his tux. "The yacht?"
"I wanted to celebrate New Year's Eve, just the two of us," he said, handing me the final rose. "My family agreed to let me use the yacht and we're going out to sea for a little bit. We're spending the night on board. So, shall we?"
"We shall," I smiled, taking his proffered arm. We managed to get to the main living area. There was a crystal vase that Edward told me were for my flowers. I placed them in the vase and put it on the dining room table that was elegantly set. Once I was done with my flowers, Edward took my hand and led me to the helm. He set me down on the stool next to the captain's chair. "Where are we going?"
"I'm just taking us off the coast of the island. We're staying close," he said as he smoothly eased us out of the marina. Slowly, we plugged along until we arrived in front of the resort. It was lit up like a Christmas tree with bright lights and holiday decorations that sparkled. Edward dropped anchor and made sure that we weren't drifting. Once he was satisfied with our position, he led me back to the dining room.
"Edward, I'm kind of confused. We flew down here to be with your family. Shouldn't we be with them on New Year's?" I asked as I sat down at the table.
"We'll be with them. I promise, but what I had planned for tonight, doesn't really lend itself to a crowd. The past few months have been stressful for you and for me as well. Being here, it just reminds me of how we started. I wanted to spend tonight with just you," he smiled, kissing my wrist.
"I'm surprised you're not sick of me," I snickered.
"Never," Edward scoffed. With a sweet kiss to my lips, he got up and picked up some plates from the oven. "Esme helped me with this meal. I could never get it just right."
"What are we having?" I asked.
"Well, for an appetizer, we're having crab cakes," he replied, putting a plate down in front of me with a lump crab cake, nestled in a bed of sautéed spinach. "For dinner, we're having mushroom ravioli with pesto alfredo sauce. It's the stuffing for the ravioli that I struggle with. My mom helped me not make it lumpy."
"And for dessert?" I quipped, my mouth watering from the meal he described.
"Malaga Rum Bread Pudding," he said. "It's decadent and to die for. The pastry chef from the resort made it especially for me, using his secret stash of Malaga Rum." He pushed my plate closer to me and we ate our appetizers, sipping champagne that Edward had chilling next to us at the table. Over the course of our meal, Edward tells me about his new game. He has the plotline figured out and is getting ready to develop new characters in addition to the previous characters he created for his Elvendore game. He wants to have a rough draft completed by the time we go to San Francisco in March to present to New Moon Gaming.
We finished our dinner, but were too full to eat our dessert. We decided to go out onto the deck of the boat. The air was humid and comfortable, smelling of salt, freesias and coconuts. Edward opens up the door, flipping on some music. Removing my heels, I curled up on the leather sofa and sipped my champagne. I am feeling no pain and I couldn't be more content than right now. "This is so perfect, Edward. I know I gave you shit at first, but it has been nice just being with you, on this beautiful yacht and enjoying each other."
"Hmmm," he replied, pulling me closer to his muscular body. "I love my family but sharing you with them has been tiresome. Being with you, no Alice interruptions or random phone calls from Emmett, it's been heavenly. I may just have to move permanently onto this yacht, with you along with me."
"I don't think I could handle that. I'm still don't have my sea legs," I giggled, kissing his jaw. His cologne and his scent are so much stronger down here. My panties are flooded with my arousal. Not that there was much of my panties to begin with. "You smell so fucking good, Edward," I whispered, breathing in his scent.
"You're not the only one," he purred. His lips found the hollow behind my ear and he licked on the sensitive skin there. I moved ever closer to him, wanting him inside of me. I pleaded for him but he groaned, wrapping his arms around my frame. "I want to wait before we lose ourselves to each other, Bella. Give me until midnight."
"What time is it now?" I asked, wishing the clock would speed up.
"A little after ten. We've got less than two hours. Then, we have a date with that big, comfy bed in the master suite," he said, sliding his hand onto my neck. His other hand was cupped on my cheek as he slowly caressed my lip.
"What do you plan to do to me in that big, comfy bed?" I asked, smirking against his hand, nipping at his finger.
"Take you in every way possible," he vowed. "Celebrate a new year. A new life. A new beginning."
"Every way?" I questioned.
"Are you up for that? Do you want me to claim your ass?" he replied, his voice deepening as I wrapped my lips around his finger.
"Yes," I moaned. "I'm even prepared." I took his hand, moving it to my thigh and sliding it under my dress. Between the globes of my butt, nestled in my puckered hole was the jewel that Edward bought for me. "Feel it?"
"You're going to be the death of me, Bella," he said, his fingers gliding around the butt plug, tugging at my thong. "Two hours, baby. Just two hours and then you'll be mine."
"Okay," I pouted. "Whatever shall we do before the stroke of midnight?"
"We still have dessert. We could dance," Edward said, standing up and holding a hand to me. The smooth strains of 'When I Fall in Love' came over the speakers. I took his hand and nestled myself in his arms. Slowly, smoothly and sensually, we danced to so many iconic love songs. Edward's eyes never left mine and they were so incredibly green. The love swirling in them was overwhelming. I felt every ounce of it and I wanted to show him that I felt the same. I hoped he saw it. I prayed he saw it.
Around eleven, Edward dragged me into the dining room and we shared the bread pudding, which was delicious and amazing. As we got closer and closer to midnight, Edward became nervous and anxious. His hands were thrust in his hair as we talked. His kisses were distracted and I was terrified that he was going to drop a bomb on me.
I'm gay, too. Sorry, Bella.
My mind was beginning to panic. I couldn't stop my imagination from running away from me and tears were threatening to fall. Edward was pouring some cognac when he noticed that I was losing it. "Bella? Gorgeous girl?" he squeaked. "What's wrong?"
"Are you dumping me?" I blurted out, twisting my promise ring.
"What? No! Bella, I could never," he said, darting to my side and pulling me into a hug.
"You're just anxious and jittery. I don't think I could handle you dumping me or worse, telling me that you're gay," I whispered brokenly.
"Bella, my Bella, I promise you. I'm not gay," he said, taking my face in his hands. "And why would I go through all of this if I was going to break up with you?"
"Let me down easy?" I quipped, tears falling from my eyes.
He stared at me, wiping my tears from my face. His hand reached my right hand, caressing my drusy ring. "Bella, I made a promise when you left the island, that you were it for me. You were my dream girl." He leaned forward, kissing my lips and smiling crookedly. "I'm sorry my anxiety has made you think otherwise. It's just that I'm…" He blew out a breath, closing his own eyes. "I'm about to ask you a very important question."
He reached into his pocket and cupped something in his palm. "Bella, Isabella Marie Swan, I met you when I thought I had nothing to live for. I saw a relationship as something negative because of my past experiences with Lauren and a broken heart. As a result, I pushed everyone away. You, my beloved, found a chink in my armor and you wormed your way into my heart. You saw past all of the pain. All of the hurt. All of the man-whorish behaviors. You saw the man. The man that wanted, desperately, to be loved and to give love in return. You melted the ice around my heart and there's no turning back." He placed my hand on his chest, just above his rapidly beating heart. "This beats for you. Only you. You've made me whole and made me realize how much I wanted to be loved and that I wanted to love someone else. I can't imagine loving anyone but you, Bella. You're my best friend. My lover. My girlfriend. My soul. My heart." He took a breath and he held out something in front of me. "I want to add a few more, too. My wife. Mother of my children. My everything." He slid to the ground, holding my left hand in his while he nervously held up a ring. "Isabella Marie Swan, I love you more than you could possibly understand. I can't imagine another day without you in my life; will you marry me?"
Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! I stared down at the planetoid that Edward was holding up to me. My heart was doing backflips, flip flops and twists against my ribs. I could feel tears rushing down my cheeks and the emotions I was feeling were overwhelming. I didn't have a voice. Covering up my mouth to prevent an ear piercing squeal to erupt, I nodded jerkily.
"Yes?" he whispered. "Yes, you'll marry me?"
"A million times yes!" I sobbed, throwing my arms around his neck. I buried my nose into his shoulder, shocked that he had just proposed to me. Edward asked me to be his wife.
"Bella, my Bella," he cried with me, pulling me into his lap as we clung to each other. "You said yes! I can't believe it!" He pulled back, picking up my hand. Reverently, he slid my ring onto my left finger and he let out a shuddering sigh. As he did that, the fireworks began exploding in front of us. We both looked out, over the bow of the boat. "Perfect timing," he smirked crookedly. "It's the New Year and we're engaged. I love you so much, Bella."
"I love you, too," I whispered, cupping his face. His stubble tickled my palm but my eyes were drawn to the enormous ring on my hand. "I can't believe my engagement ring. It's gorgeous."
"Nothing but the best for my future wife," he smiled, looking down at me. "May I kiss my future bride?"
"I seriously hope you do more than just kiss me, Edward," I breathed, my body yearning for his. "I want to celebrate this in every way possible."
"And we will, Mrs. Cullen," he purred, his lips capturing mine. "Isabella Cullen. Hmmmm, I love that." His mouth descended on mine again. His lips were soft but insistent, molding against me. I moaned, tangling my hands into his thick hair. Somehow, Edward stood up and I was swept up in his arms. I felt like I was floating as he carried me into the boat, moving to the master bedroom. Our mouths moved feverishly against each other as he gracefully glided through the yacht and into the large master suite, bedecked with candles, flowers and soft, sensual music. Placing me on my feet, he looked at me. His eyes were nearly black with lust but the love swirling behind them was clear as day. Edward loved me. Edward wanted me.
And I wanted Edward. I wanted my fiancé to make love to me.
Fiancé.
We were getting married.
"You still with me, love?" Edward asked, taking my face into his large, warm hands. "You spaced out."
"We're getting married," I breathed.
"We are," he said, hugging me tightly and spinning around the room. His smile was infectious and he looked so incredibly happy. So different from the bitter man I met nearly six months ago when I was here on my singlemoon. Stopping his movements, he put me on my feet and we were panting heavily. Our faces mirroring each other in complete joy, adoration and love. His hands glided along my arms, moving until he reached my hands. Pulling them up to his mouth, Edward kissed my knuckles and sighed contentedly when he saw my ring, his ring on my finger. "I need to love you, Bella. Can I show you how much you mean to me?"
"Only if I get to return the favor," I replied, giving him a loving smirk.
"Tonight…it's all about you. I want to shower my fiancée with all of my love and affection," he breathed. "In every way possible." His mouth descended onto my neck, nipping lightly at my skin. "Please?"
I whimpered in response, my body nearly collapsing in ecstasy his languid kisses along my skin. He chuckled lowly, sexily as his arms banded around my waist, caressing the bare skin of my back. "I'll take that as yes," he quipped. I nodded and allowed myself to be pushed to the bed. Edward looked at me and he stared into my eyes before kissing my mouth with such emotion that I thought I could cry. In fact, I did feel a few tears spill out as his hand traveled along my body. Carefully, he pushed the shoulders of my dress off my body and eased the lacy fabric down my torso. I shuddered as his fingertips glided along my collarbone to my breasts. My nipples were hard as diamonds, begging for his attention. He pulled back, staring at my body hungrily. "Perfection," he breathed, cupping my breasts and squeezing my nipples with his fingers.
"Yes," I panted.
"I'm glad you agree," he chuckled, giving me an amused look.
"If anyone's perfect, it's you," I countered, sliding my hands into his hair. He didn't reply. With a sensual kiss, he bent me nearly in half as he plundered my mouth. I pushed his tuxedo jacket off his shoulders and worked quickly with his bow tie, wanting to get him as naked as me. Soon, his shirt is on the ground along with my dress. We're pawing at each other and I could feel my body ache for him. My sheer nude panties are drenched and my ass is clenched around my jeweled butt plug. Edward bent down, picking me up with ease. My legs wrapped around his slender waist and he carried me to the king-sized bed in the cabin. Carefully, he lay me down on the crisp white duvet cover and stared at me. "I'm not going anywhere, Edward."
"Promise?" he asked, in a voice so small.
"Edward, I'm yours," I murmured, placing my hand on his cheek. "In every way, I'm yours." He stared at me for a few moments longer, holding his hand over mine, caressing my engagement ring. He cracked a smile, covering my body with his. His mouth was needy, molding against mine as he bucked his hips, pushing his prominent arousal against my panties. I make quick work of his tuxedo pants. He gently pushes me back against the mound of pillows and he eases my nude thong over my legs.
With a growl, he sees visual proof that I am using my pink jeweled butt plug. "That's so fucking hot, Bella. The first diamond I gave you," he quipped, pressing it slightly inside of me. I moaned, spreading my legs further. He kissed me roughly. His hands were moving all over me until he reached my dripping sex. "So wet, Isabella."
"Hmmmm, only for you, my fiancé," I purred seductively. He nipped at my lips before kissing down my body and spreading my legs as far as they would go. He kissed my inner thighs before licking every inch of my throbbing pussy. When his tongue came in contact with my sex, I moaned in pleasure. Growling, Edward circled his tongue on my clit as he pressed two fingers inside of me. The combination of his tongue, fingers and my butt plug, it was so much. I bit my lip to prevent myself from exploding everywhere with my imminent orgasm. He kissed my sex like he'd kiss my mouth. His fingers were sliding in and out of me easily due to my quite abundant arousal.
"So sweet. I've never tasted someone as sweet and luscious as you," he whispered, flicking my clit with his tongue. "I cannot get enough of you, Bella. For the rest of our lives, I'll love you."
I gripped the bedspread, rocking my hips against his face. He eagerly latched onto my clit. Staring up at me, he smirked. "Play with your clit, Bella. I want to see you."
Biting my lip, my hand snaked down between my legs and I circled the pads of my fingers on my sensitive nub. Using his right hand, he pumped the plug and his left hand curled up inside of my pussy. "Oh, fuck!" I moaned, rolling my hips uncontrollably.
"I can't wait until I'm feeling this with my cock," he said, twisting my butt plug. "It's going to be so tight, Bella." I moaned again, feeling my insides quiver in anticipation. "You're so close, my love. I want to feel you let go. Do it, baby."
"Edward," I whimpered, my body reacting to his husky plea. My hand between my legs is moving jerkily and my hips are losing their sinuous rhythm. Edward's eyes are trained on his hands, moving the plug in and out slowly and carefully, so he wouldn't hurt me. His fingers inside of me are curling, pressing against that spot that was making me lose all control. My eyes were clamped shut as I lost myself to my orgasm. Every inch of my skin was on fire. With a low hum, morphing into a guttural groan, my pussy clenched and I could myself explode in pure ecstasy. I screamed as I thrashed about, losing myself in the sensations of my full body orgasm, emanating from my pulsating pussy walls. My hand falls away from my body and I collapse on the bed, panting heavily. Edward removed his hand, suckling his fingers. In his other hand was my gemmed butt plug, explaining why I felt slightly empty. "That was…"
"It was," he said, crawling up to my side, placing the butt plug on the nightstand. His face was glistening with my release. My full body orgasm must have been a juicy one. His hand was gliding over my breasts and belly. Each pass of his palm was driving me insane with lust. I shuddered. "You're so turned on, Bella." He squeezed my breasts and I felt my body clench again. "Each shudder is another orgasm, right?"
"Yes," I breathed. "Edward, please…make love to me. Make me come with your cock as you pound my pussy and then again when you fuck my ass."
"So vulgar, Mrs. Cullen," he teased. "Tonight, it will all be making love. I want to make love to you as my fiancée, feeling you from the inside and then again, making love to your ass. Are you ready?"
"Very ready," I murmured, staring into his evergreen eyes. He moved so he was in the cradle of my legs. Kissing me gently, he eased inside of me. My pussy clung to his arousal. Pulling back, Edward moved in and out of me, pouring every ounce of his love into our coupling. He grabs my hands, threading his fingers through them and pinning them above my head. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the twinkle of my engagement ring and I knew why he did that. Hell, I'd probably spend all day tomorrow, staring at his beauty. "I love you, Edward. Every day, I'll tell you and show you."
"Bella," he whispered, his eyes tearing. He released one of my hands and cupped my face as he eased in and out of me. Leaning down, his lips captured mine. I hitched my legs higher around his waist and he slid deeper inside. "Fuck, love. Amazing. I never thought I'd feel this way."
"Me neither," I said. "You're everything to me, Edward." He smiled softly, kissing my neck and up to my lips. With a roll of our bodies, our positions were reversed and I was perched on his lap. Pushing me up, I rode him slowly and watched as he unraveled. Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around my waist and toyed with ass. I thrust my fingers into his hair, which was slightly dampened from sweat. With shared breath and melting souls, we came quietly together, clinging to each other.
Rolling off his lap, he held me against his chest as we came down from our orgasmic high. Edward ran his fingers through my curls and traced a single fingertip on my arm, circling my engagement ring. "I'm so unbelievably happy, Bella. Nervous that you would have said no, but so overjoyed that you did say yes."
"I couldn't have said no. What I feel for you, it encompasses everything," I said, nuzzling his neck and kissing his jaw. "I see a future, the two of us, happily ever after." I was quiet, tracing circles on Edward's taut belly. I needed him to know how I felt. Seattle wasn't home anymore. "I see that future here. On the island."
"What do you mean?" he asked, looking down at me.
"This place…it means so much to me. I came here at my lowest and while I was here, I found the one person who could make me the happiest. I found love. I found friendship. I found happiness. I found it all. Right here. On Isle Esme. With you. With your family."
"What about your job?" Edward murmured.
"I need to stay in Seattle, obviously, until my lease is up. But, the whole ordeal with Alec or whatever the fuck his name was, really jaded me. I'm an excellent writer, but dealing with his bullshit made me lose my drive. I'll do my job, but it's not my sole purpose anymore. I can do anything I want. Write a travel blog. Write a novel. Rediscover my joy of cooking. Help out at the resort. Be a stay at home mom?" I said, my eyes twinkling.
"Children," Edward said wistfully, grinning eagerly. "You want children."
"Of course I do. I want beautiful babies with you, Edward, but I want to make our life here. On the island," I said, sitting up and staring at him. "I know that I'm leaving my family, but being here seems right. You know?"
"It does, but I hate the idea that you're moving down here permanently," Edward said, his mind working a million miles a minute. "Can I propose a compromise?" I arched a brow, encouraging him to continue. "We stay down on the island, but have something small up in Seattle so we can fly up whenever we want. A small home, a condo or something close to your family. You have friends, your family and I don't want you to give all of that up for our relationship. I love you, Bella. I also love your relationships with everyone in your life. It's one of the many things that make you so special to me."
"You'd be willing to do that?" I asked, my heart stammering against my ribs.
"You're going to be my wife, Bella. I'd do anything for you. To see this look on your face for the rest of my days is my goal," he whispered, caressing my cheek and mirroring my look of elation.
"But our permanent home will be here. On the island," I beamed. Edward nodded, kissing my forehead. "This place holds such a special place in my heart; I almost hate to leave."
"Me, too," he said, kissing my lips and sliding his tongue inside of my mouth. I groaned, my body awakening from its brief sabbatical between our rounds of lovemaking. Based on the twitching against my hip, Edward's cock was hardening and anxious to join the party.
"For now, we're here and I want to spend every moment that we have left, cherishing your body, making promises and loving you," Edward said gruffly. His hand caressed my torso, pinching my breasts slightly and earning him a guttural grunt. He chuckled, continuing his exploration and tracing his fingertips along my belly button. His mouth moved insistently against mine while he slid his hand between my legs and languidly swirling the pads of his fingers on my clit. My arousal immediately grew and within a few moments of his ministrations, Edward had me writhing on the bed. "So responsive, my love," he cooed, dipping his fingers inside of me.
"It's because you know exactly what to do to make me wet," I purred, widening my legs.
"Hmmmm, I hope that what we're about to do will make you have an out of body experience," he said, opening up the nightstand. He took out a tube of lube. My arousal increased exponentially. "Someone's excited." I nodded eagerly. He laughed, kissing the hollow behind my ear. "It's important that you talk to me, Bella. If it hurts or if you're uncomfortable, you have to tell me. I don't want to hurt you."
"I trust you," I whispered.
"Lay on your back," he said. "Spread your legs wide." I looked at him in confusion. "I want to be able to see your expression, Bella. If you're in pain, I can stop, pull back and…plus, it's more intimate this way. The first time we do this, I want to look into your eyes."
"Kay," I blushed, laying on my back. Edward put a pillow underneath my hips, raising my ass off the bed. He sat back on his haunches, looking at my open body. My blush deepened.
"Don't be embarrassed, my love," he said softly, running a single finger down my midline. "You are so incredibly beautiful." He leaned forward, kissing my lips. "Amazing." He kissed my neck. "Loving." His mouth suckled above my heart. "Exquisite." His lips dragged across my chest and he flicked my nipple with his tongue. "Sexy." He nipped at my other breast. "Vision of perfection." He nipped at my belly before sitting back up. Picking up the lube, he warmed it up in his hands before covering his steel hard shaft with it. Using his fingers, he rubbed it all over me, slipping his middle finger inside of my ass. I bucked and whimpered, welcoming the intrusion. "Relax, Bella. Just feel."
I closed my eyes, losing myself to the sensations. Edward was pumping his finger in and out of my ass. I could feel every muscle just turn to jelly. When I was a pile of goo, he added another finger, stretching me further. My hips were bucking, wanting more. "Someone is wants my cock," Edward purred, stroking his arousal.
"Since Halloween," I smirked, spreading my legs as far as they could go.
He moved closer, brushing his dick along my slit. He eased inside of my pussy, thrusting in and out a few times before he moved to my ass. "Look at me, Bella. I love you," he said as he pressed the head of his cock inside of my relaxed and lubed up asshole. I moaned, staring into his green depths. His hand is gripping my hip as he slowly slid inside of me. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm good," I breathed. "You can go further." I felt so stretched, so filled. Edward was being so gentle as he entered me. His eyes never left mine as he finally stopped his movement. My body is like a livewire, ready to let go. I was quaking with anticipation.
"So fucking amazing," he panted, sweat covering his brow. "Please, tell me I can move."
"What are you waiting for?" I murmured, moving my legs further up his hips. He groaned and pulled back, sliding back inside of me easily due to the lube. He moved closer, hovering over me. His hips were moving slowly as he thrust in and out, rolling his body like a dancer. "Edward, you are so fucking sexy, baby." He smiled crookedly. "You look like a Greek god, all muscles throbbing and hmmmm."
"And you are my goddess," he said, his mouth millimeters away from mine. "I love you, Bella. My beautiful Bella."
I sighed, threading my hands into his sweat-dampened hair. Pulling his face to me, I kissed his mouth greedily. He grunted, his control slipping. His movements were still sinuous, but he was getting close to his second release of the night. I could feel his cock swell and twitch inside of me. His hand moved between our bodies and he gently rubbed my clit, making my arousal spill out of me and onto the bed. I was letting out some keening whimpers, feeling everything that was being done to me. Edward's voice is rough against my ear as his movements are becoming jerkier. He looped one of my legs over his arm. His hips were moving slowly and deeply inside of me. "Edward, fuck me," I hissed.
"I can't control it much longer, love," he choked out.
"Don't hold back," I encouraged.
With a groan, his body was moving fast and hard. My pussy was squirting my release and I grunted like animal. In fact, he was doing the same. The only sound in the bedroom was our ragged breathing, slapping skin and incoherent groans. "Fuck!" Edward spat, his lips finding my earlobe. "I'm going to come. Bella, I need you to…please come! Please, please!
"I'm so there," I wailed, my hands massaging his muscular back. His eyes capture mine and with a three powerful thrusts, I feel myself shatter around him, my body quaking uncontrollably. Edward let out an animalistic roar, filling my ass with his own release and slumping on my body, panting like he just ran a marathon. We're both a mess. I could feel the stickiness of Edward's release dripping out of my butt and my own arousal coating our bellies. Edward got up, picking me up in his arms. My body is the consistency of jelly. I couldn't walk even if I tried. He carried me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Once it was warmed up, he helped me into the stall and lovingly washed all of the remnants of our coupling off our bodies. Afterward, he held me, massaging my back and murmuring his love for me. We finish our shower and get ready for bed. It's well after two in the morning. Our bodies are exhausted from the lovemaking.
Crawling into the bed, we curled up underneath the white duvet cover and stared into each other's eyes. Edward had a goofy grin on his face. "You said yes," he whispered in the darkness.
"Was there any doubt?" I quipped, sliding closer to him. There was no room in between us.
"No, but it's amazing to know that you did say yes. You're going to be my wife. I'm going to be your husband. We're going to get that happily ever after, Bella. My gorgeous girl," he said, the elation in his voice abundantly clear. "I love you, Bella."
"I love you, too," I mumbled, exhaustion claiming me.
"Sleep, my beloved. Today is the start of a new year and a new life. For both of us," he said giddily. I snuggled close to him, my heart filled with love and joy, finally feeling complete and excited for our new year. Our new life.
Together.
As husband and wife.
A/N: So…so? He proposed! YES! She said yes! Yes! Now, we've got some goodies on my tumblr and blog (links for both of those are on my profile.). On my blog, we've got pictures of Bella's dress, the yacht and her engagement ring. On my tumblr, we've got some pervy goodness. You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on Twitter: tufano79.
Up next, the rest of the time on the island, Edward's discussion with Alice about James/Jimmy, wedding plans, flying home, Valentine's day and leading up to their trip to San Francisco. We're also going to have some returning characters (not in a good way, either). It'll be related to the island. Who do you think will be coming back into the picture?
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