(w)riteofpassion
Chapter 32
EPOV
"Oh my God!" She ran over to me, throwing her hands around my neck after she dropped her duffel bag down on the floor. She didn't care, I didn't care.
"Fuck, I missed you like crazy, baby." I whispered into her warm neck. Bella's hair was up in a bun and her face free from any make-up. She looked adorable, so cute in her leggings and long T-shirt she wore on the plane.
"You can't believe how long that flight was. I swear the woman next to me was getting a nervous breakdown from me tapping my foot." She giggled.
It felt good to hear Bella's voice in person again, to see her in real life and to hold her in my arms. She smelled incredible, like a hot summer's day and flowers in bloom.
"Swear to me I'll never have to miss you that long ever again." She murmured. I smiled into her hair. If only she knew.
"I swear, baby. From now on it's you and me." I held her so tight I thought she might suffocate. She pulled away from our embrace, looking at me in the most loving way. We kissed, the world around us disappearing. She was home. I was home. My heart was home.
I walked Bella over to the conveyor belt where we waited for her luggage to roll our way. As soon as I spotted the chrome suitcase, I picked it up and set it down beside her.
"What'cha got there, mister?" She eyed the notebook curiously, looking like a kid who just discovered there was a golden ticket hidden in her favorite chocolate. I didn't suppress my grin, but held the notebook up like a prized possession, laughing as I held it up high where she couldn't reach it.
"I have a little present for you." Her eyes widened.
"But don't expect too much, sweetheart. It's just a little something I thought off last-minute." I handed Bella the notebook and she took it with her both hands, grinning like a fool.
"Oh, man. This is so sweet!" She squealed. Bella unraveled the leather straps around the book carefully, reading the page I've written her in silence.
Her deep, espresso eyes reflected so much emotion I couldn't decipher them. They welled up with tears as she clutched the book close to her chest.
"Edward, what the fuck?" Her voice was almost a whisper, the cute pout on her lips making me want to hug her. I wiped away the tear that escaped her eyes, staring at her like the lovestruck fool I was.
"I'd love to build a future with you. For us, together. I'd love that so much, you have no idea." She sighed. Her words were music to my ears, making me the happiest guy alive.
I took Bella's suitcase and rolled it to my car, our fingers entwined. She talked about New York and how glad she was to get back. I was proud of my girl for all her accomplishments and her strong work ethic.
"I bet they're going to be lining up to work with you now. Victoria did the right thing getting you that apprenticeship." I told her.
"Yeah, she sounded very happy on the phone. Apparently her dad called her to boast about me." Bella fiddled with the ponytail holder in her hair, pulling it out until her hair escaped, cascading down her chest as she massaged her head.
"Are you tired, baby?" I asked her. She'd been rather silent this ride to my condo and it worried me. Maybe it would be better to cancel our date tonight and opt for a night in.
"Nothing a good shower can't fix." She shrugged.
I eyed her suspiciously behind my aviator sunglasses.
Once we got back to my place, I ordered Bella to relax.
"How dare you, Edward." She leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, a judging look on her face.
"What did I do?"
"You showered without me?" She pouted. Bella was different, lighter, more playful. I loved it.
"Were you planning something, then?" I teased.
"Yes."
I arched a brow, wanting her to go on. She looked hot as fuck with that little wronged look on her face.
"Well?" I pressed.
"What I planned to do, Edward Cullen, was to ride your dick. As often as I can, all night long."
Damn. I got hard just thinking about that.
"That sure sounds like a good night, although we may have had that date a few times before." I joked, stepping closer to her, running my hand under her shirt, feeling her smooth, soft side until her breathing hitched.
"No need to fix anything that isn't broken, right?" She said, slyly.
"Baby, I plan on doing so much more than keeping you stashed away in my bedroom." She planned on speaking again but I didn't let her. "Or bathroom, or couch, or car."
"Such a smartass," she tsk'ed.
"Go get ready, Isabella Swan. We have a date to go on."
"You really planned something?" She bit her lip, making it almost impossible to resist her.
"I really did." I pecked her on the lips, but she didn't let go.
"Edward, come on." She whined, making me laugh.
"You're awfully horny today." I remarked.
"Well, have you seen yourself? You look like sex on a stick and I'm supposed to just be around you and not want to have sex with you?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Patience, baby. Patience." I winked and walked away, even though my erection was straining painfully against the zipper of my jeans.
I could hear her make more noise in the bathroom than necessary, as if she simply wanted me to show up, worried but it only humored me. I sat on the couch as impatient as Bella, only hiding it better.
She emerged from the bathroom, a swirl of perfume and steam rolling out of the door as she walked around in nothing but a towel. Her face was made-up, her eyes dark and sultry.
"I'm clean now." She said, proudly, walking over to me. I could smell the lotion on her skin.
Bella dropped the towel right in front of me, flaunting her gorgeously curvy body. I groaned at her teasing.
"God, you're beautiful." My words turned her a little shy, her cheeks darkening adorably, yet she made no effort to cover up.
"Edward, I love you." She said all of a sudden. I smiled.
"I love you too, Bella." My hands reached out, having a mind of its own, palming her perfect tits, my thumbs flicking her pierced nipples. Bella closed her eyes, leaning in to my touch.
My eyes flitted to the clock. We had time, I thought, giving in to what I really wanted.
I pulled my girl down, one hand around the back of her neck. Her lips met mine as she straddled me on the couch, her hands in my hair. Our tongues met and she sucked on mine, knowing for sure it made me crazy when she did that.
Her thighs were soft as I touched them, trembling with desire. I'd made her wait too long, I made us wait too long. Bella's lips trailed to my neck, where she kissed and sucked until my eyes rolled back. My hands ran down the front of her body, across her stomach, as I swirled my tongue around her hard nipple and down further until she moaned at the contact. She was wet, so wet already and it only made me want her more. I played with her clit lazily as Bella's lips returned to mine. Her hips grind into my hand, wanting more, so I gave her more. I slipped two fingers inside her wetness, tight and warm and everything I needed. I thrust hard, making her ride my fingers, making her take what she craved.
"Fuck, Edward." She groaned.
"You like my fingers buried inside of you, baby?" I whispered to her.
"Oh fuck, yes." Her eyes were closed, head thrown back. She was beautiful.
"Please." She pleaded and I smiled proudly. Her hand went down between us where she palmed my dick. I was aching for her, moaning as I felt her stroke me through the layers of fabric.
"Take them off." She whispered, then kissed me again. I gladly obliged. My fingers left her pussy, fumbling with my belt and the button of my pants as we continued to make out like teenagers. Bella got off me long enough to yank my pants all the way to my ankles. I pulled my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor before I reached out to her, hands around her waist, wanting her on top of me again.
Bella sank down on my dick, hard. There was no more need for foreplay, her tight pussy encasing my dick, and I swear he never wanted to leave that place again. She kept me deep inside her, both of us moaning at the sensation. I touched her everywhere, my hands going back to her tits as she rode me expertly. My dick only seemed to grow harder as I stared at her, working over me. Her hair a curtain on one side of us, teeth locked onto her bottom lip. She pulled my hair and kissed me again, her movements slower now, hips grinding onto mine, seeking friction, getting herself off. I loved it when she took control like that, taking exactly what she wanted, confidently.
"So fucking good," she moaned as brown eyes met mine. My hands left her chest, going down to her ass, keeping her in place. I thrusted upwards, hard, the way she liked it. Bella threw her head back, a sheen of sweat covering both our bodies.
"Just like that, baby. Let go." I encouraged her. Her breathing hitched, a strangled grunt coming out of her mouth when I felt her grow tighter, her pussy convulsing around my dick, coming hard as she nearly ripped my hair out of my scalp. Her chest was heaving and her thighs trembled around me. I couldn't hold back any longer, giving her a few more thrusts before I caved, holding her down as I came inside her.
She stayed on top of me, forehead against mine as we catched our breaths.
"You're dirty again." I joked, watching Bella roll her eyes at me.
"Only in the best way, Warrior." She pecked me on the lips before she got off me to use the bathroom, my cum trailing down her thighs, making my cock twitch.
"Are you finally going to tell me what you're up to?" Bella asked, fixing the mascara on her bottom lashes in the screen of her phone. I'd finally gotten her to put on some clothes and into the car. I was glad I didn't make any dinner reservations, because we were later than I'd anticipated.
"You'll see. We're almost there." I said, looking over my shoulder before making a left turn, amused by her impatience.
"We're going to the Staples centre?" She asked, confused.
"I don't think there is any basketball at nine on a Friday night." I chuckled.
A few minutes later I drove into the parking lot, Bella's smile brightening.
"No way! We're going bowling?"
After parking the car, Bella practically jumped out of the car. Yes, we were going bowling, but Lucky Strike Lanes was more than just a bowling alley.
"It's so beautiful here," Bella said. She was right, the interior was exquisite and top-notch, complete with black Chesterfield couches and flat screen TV's. The lanes were neon-lit and inviting, and soon after arriving we changed our footwear, walking to our lane in matching blue-white-red clown bowling shoes.
"Man, I haven't done this in years! I'm going to be the worst bowler here." Bella laughed, swaying her hips to the music as she looked around. The lane next to us was occupied by a group of college kids, loud and drunk as they continuously failed any attempt at not throwing their balls into the gutter.
"Somehow I doubt that," I said, nodding to the lanky guys next to us.
I kept my eyes on them as I caught one staring at Bella for longer than I liked, giving him a dirty look. She didn't notice.
Bella ordered us margaritas on the screen and typed in our nicknames for the game, a mischievous smile playing at her lips.
"What did you do?" I wondered, crossing my arms in front of my chest. All Bella did was grin and point at the screen.
Baby
Daddy
"Oh, fucking hell. Are you serious?" I started laughing.
"I couldn't help myself. I noticed you giving that dude the cutest jealous look I've ever seen. This should make it clear enough that I'm already here with the man of my dreams." She chuckled. "You should be glad I chose this. It was this or 'dating' and 'the big dick'." I shook my head.
"You're something else."
"You love me." She said, a teasing tone to her voice.
"You know it." I winked.
