Story Title: Patience is a Virtue
Summary: They say patience is a virtue. When a loving husband and his wife are reunited after ten days apart, they realize that being patient is easier said than done. A night filled with an exploration of the senses shows them that good things do in fact come to those who wait. BxE, a little bit of kink, light bondage.
Disclaimer: The author does not own any publicly recognizable characters herein. No copyright infringement is intended.
EPOV
It had been ten days. Ten days since I saw her smile. Ten days since I kissed her lips. Ten days since I felt her skin touch mine. My last trip had kept me away for far longer than I had anticipated—medical conferences were some of my favorite things to participate in, with the exception of the fact that I sometimes got pulled into extending my time away. The only thing that had kept me sane was my nightly phone call with Bella; her voice the last thing I heard before laying my head down on the hotel room pillow; her sweet voice lulling me into a sense of contentment, making the distance fall away at least for those few moments. She whispered, "I love you" before the click of the phone echoed in my ear; words we had spoken time and time again, but they never lost their weight. However, hearing it through the airwaves as opposed to whispered against my lips wasn't the same. I couldn't wait to be home with her again.
Bella and I had been married for three years now. We had dated since our junior year of high school; had gone to the same college; had been each other's firsts for a wide variety of things. After I passed my boards and started my pediatric cardiology fellowship at Mercy Hospital, we took the plunge and made it all official. Our friends and family had been pestering us for years to get hitched, but we never saw the point in it. Our love was far more important than a piece of paper.
The moment my plane touched down, I sped off to get my car out of the long-term parking lot and made my way home. The front lights were off, which was odd, since they should have come on about an hour ago. I unlocked and pushed back the door with hesitation.
My voice echoed through the lower level as I called out to Bella. The emptiness and darkened rooms sent an uneasy feeling straight through me. The tinkling of her response calmed me immediately.
"Up here."
Leaving my bags in the foyer, I took the steps two at a time, desperate to lay my eyes on her.
I entered the bedroom in a hurry and again was greeted by darkness and a hollow room.
A sliver of light shone from beneath the bathroom door. The sound of running water was all that I could make out through the wooden barricade.
I rapped lightly on the door, calling out once more to my wife.
"Bella, honey, open the door." My voice held a tinge of desperation. My body sensed that she was near yet not close enough.
"I'll be just a minute. Why don't you have a seat and start to get comfortable."
As much as I thought she had a point, and that my body could use a moment of relaxation, my brain knew that moment would not come until I saw her, until I held her.
I walked the few steps to our king-sized bed and perched myself on the edge, loosening my tie slightly before pulling it over my head. The buttons of my dress shirt were undone, leaving the two halves open at my sides. My knees bounced and my hands wrung one another. My gaze stayed steadily fixed on the same spot on the door, anxious to see it open.
Three hundred and twenty-five knee bounces later, it finally did. The sight before me drew all the air from my lungs, and my tongue made a circuit around my lips as I looked on in amazement and desire. There before me stood my wife, my Bella, in a midnight blue lace bra with matching miniscule panties, garter, and stockings.
I began to lunge for her, but she stopped me before my body had even fully pulled away from its spot on the bed. She held up her hand, motioning for me to stay put. A growl escaped my lips, my fingers fisting the sheets around me in frustration and anticipation. It took all that I had not to jump from my spot and ravish her. Yet, I would do what she asked…for now.
I slowly felt my resolve slip as she strode to close the distance between us. The hum that always ran through my body in her presence intensified with each step she took in my direction. The moments ticked by, my fingers flexed, my body thrummed, and it seemed like the distance grew greater between us instead of smaller. She was so close, but she felt miles away. Mercifully, just seconds later, her warm breath tickled the base of my neck as she placed a soft kiss on my flesh, her lips parted to suck on the skin gently.
"Mmmm," she hummed. "I've missed you, babe." Her lips connected with mine in a bruising kiss, and my hands left their previous position and crept up her arms to cup her face, returning her kiss with fervor.
Too quickly, she pulled away and the limited contact we had shared dissolved.
Again, my body ached to reach out to her, to feel skin on skin, to breathe her air into my lungs.
For a second time, I was thwarted as she tutted at me.
"Patience." Her voice came out in a husky whisper, one filled with promise more than reprimand.
Vibrations shot through my body as I waited anxiously to see what she would do next. For it was clear, she was running this show, and I had no intention of ruining whatever she had in store.
She lifted one of her stocking-clad legs and hiked it up on the bed, opening herself up to me. My gaze grew hungrier as I drank in the expanse of flesh before me. My teeth ground together as I fought to keep my composure. The hold of the garter was released, and she rolled the sheer material down, revealing the creamy white of her skin.
My fingers itched to touch. To feel the gooseflesh that my eyes saw springing to life.
Again, my advances were stopped before they began with the utterance of one word.
"Patience." Her eyes held mine, and I could see a fire blazing behind them. I matched her words with a few utterances of my own.
Off came the other stocking. Then the garter completely.
"Fuck," I said just under my breath.
With each inch of skin that she revealed to me, my desire skyrocketed, an inferno brewing deep within me, the urge to consume and be consumed heightening to a fever pitch. When Bella reached for the hook of her bra, I couldn't stay seated any longer, my resolve to behave snapping in a fit of lust.
Rising from my perch on the bed, I circled her, pulling her back flush with my chest, cupping her breasts in my hands, feeling her nipples erect and begging to be touched beneath the flimsy material. I pressed my lips to just below her ear and gave her a gentle kiss followed by a playful nip.
She struggled momentarily in my grasp, twisting her body to try to capture my lips, but she soon found that my hold was firm and eventually settled comfortably in my grasp.
I trailed my fingers down her torso until they reached the waistband of her lacy panties—which were really no more than a triangle of material held together by two pieces of string—enjoying the feel of her supple flesh. My fingers roamed lazily across her lower belly, luxuriating in the contrast of my calloused fingertips with the buttery soft skin of her stomach.
She wiggled and ground herself against me, urging my hand to go lower, to help soothe the ache between her thighs. "Please, Edward. Touch me."
I had changed the rules of the game, and it was my turn to remind her.
"Patience, love," I said as I placed a kiss on her shoulder, nudging the strap of her bra with my chin.
She groaned out as I allowed one of my fingers to travel just below the material covering her heated flesh, and then farther still, gliding along her slit. From the pool of arousal that I found there, I could tell that my patience wasn't the only one being tested. I let out a low oath as I felt the evidence that no matter the time or the distance, she still wanted me, that her body still responded from just my presence.
Spinning her to face me, I cupped her ass and hoisted her around my waist, walking us over to the bed, collapsing onto it, and onto her. With mere inches between us, we shed the rest of our clothing, my shirt pulled from my shoulders and down my arms, pants unbuckled and pulled down, boxer briefs and all. The only article of clothing that remained was the drenched scrap of lace between Bella's thighs, which had become at least two shades darker than its original hue.
As our scrambling died down, I took a moment to pause and take in the vision before me. Seeing the entire expanse of Bella's skin against the lavender silk sheets took my breath away. Every time I saw her in this state—tangles of curls framing her face as it spilled out behind her, back arched, chocolate brown eyes heavily lidded, dusky rose nipples pebbled, her usually pale skin flushed—it felt like it was the first time. All cream and rose. Wanting. Needing. Mine.
The time for waiting, for taking it slow was over.
BPOV
My husband was undeniably a beautiful man under the most normal of circumstances, but like this—a week-and-half's worth of scruff dotting his jaw, bronze hair in complete disarray, forest green eyes ablaze with lust, his broad chest heaving as his breath came out in short pants, his heavy weight pressing me into the bed—he was absolutely otherworldly.
Being apart from one another was never easy, but I understood how important the work that Edward did was to him, and attending these conferences only served to make him better at what he did. It just sucked not having him near at night.
When he called me from the airport to tell me he'd be home shortly, I immediately sprang into action to prep for his welcome home celebration. It was taking all I had to drag this out and not just rip his clothes off of him the moment I had opened the bathroom door. I wanted to make up for all the time that he was away, relearning his body inch by inch.
Laying there, heated flesh against the cool silk, strong muscles against soft curves, heart against heart, I allowed my body to just feel. Edward dipped down from his perch over me, kissing first my lips then my chin and down my neck, trailing his lips over my collarbone. With his tongue, he painted a path over my shoulder and down my arm before he took my hand in his, bringing it to his mouth, placing a kiss on my palm.
"Bella, did you know that the most sensitive parts of the body are the mouth and the fingertips?" He slipped the tip of my finger in between his lips, sucking gently before nipping it with his teeth.
I exhaled in surprise, followed by a breathy moan as he swiped his tongue across where he had just bitten.
"God, Edward, you're killing me. I'm sorry for teasing you before."
"No apologies needed. I like when you make me work for it."
He scooted down my body, laving my nipples with his tongue, tugging them with his mouth.
"Did you also know that when one of your senses is cut off, the others become heightened?" He looked up at me from between my breasts with a raised eyebrow, backing off minutely as he reached out beside us to grasp his tie in his hand.
I shivered as I watched the silk loop around his palm, the end clutched in his fist. My mind raced with possibilities—we had dabbled in light bondage before: I'd tied him to the headboard, bringing him to the brink with my mouth before I sank down on him, riding him fast and furiously until we crested together; he'd tied my hands together beneath me, propping me up on all fours as he rode me hard from behind. His mention of cutting off senses made the gears click in place; he intended to use the tie to block my sight—being blinded did make everything feel electrified.
"Do you trust me?" His voice was soft, tentative even, as he held my stare.
There was no hesitation as I replied, "With my life."
"Scoot up and raise your hands above your head," he said.
His instructions confused me momentarily, but I complied with ease, stretching my arms up toward the wrought iron headboard, clasping my palms together. He straddled my body, leaning forward to wrap the material around my joined hands, tying it into a knot.
He kissed me deeply, sweeping my mouth with his tongue, tangling it with mine.
When he pulled back, I was breathless. This man really did make me lightheaded.
I watched as he reached into the nightstand and extracted a blindfold before he slipped it over my eyes.
"Doing okay, love?" I adored the fact that his first priority was always how I was doing and feeling, always looking to ensure my comfort with our activities.
"Perfect. Except you're too far away." I twisted my wrists in their binding, the soft silk caressing my skin, the gentle tug against my wrist tying me to the moment.
I felt his warm exhale against my neck, followed by the soft gliding of his lips along my neck.
Being bound was liberating in the sense of giving up control to someone else, trusting them irrevocably that they would care for you. The loss of sight made the feelings he was eliciting in me exponentially more profound. Not knowing what he would do next made me tremble in anticipation.
The flat of his tongue pressed against my nipple, and I moaned at the sensation, tugging on my binding once more.
My fingers itched to grab hold of his hair, pull him to me, and hold him in place.
The fabric was a tangible representation of the hold he had over me—I was bound to him in every way possible: my mind, my body, and my heart.
My ears strained to make out any indication of what he planned to do next. I didn't have to strain to pick up the rustling of the bed sheets as he shimmied down the bed.
Tingles crept along my skin as I felt his hands surround my ankles, parting my legs and nestling his body in the space he created.
His stubble scratched against my inner thighs as he placed an open-mouthed kiss directly on my core. A yelp of surprise escaped and soon morphed into a sigh of contentment as he stroked me with his tongue, swirling and sucking my clit into his mouth. The intensity of his attention was maddening. He was like a man starved; the way he feasted on me was like he had been deprived and needed to take in as much of my essence as he could as quickly as possible. I knew the feeling all too well.
"Oh god. I've missed your mouth. Don't stop." My voice sounded shrill to my own ears, but I felt like I would die if he didn't keep up with his ministrations.
Thankfully, he did not slow, seemingly speeding his tongue, flicking it along the bundle of nerves at the apex of my sex. He inserted first one then another finger, hooking them slightly to rub on the spongy flesh. My walls quaked as he alternated his motions, fucking me with his fingers then his tongue, lapping, sucking, and swirling. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, the aftershocks rocking me, making my limbs feel like jelly.
I tugged on my binding, desperate to break my hands free so that I could rip the blindfold from my face and pull him in for a kiss.
"Baby, untie me please. I need to touch you. I need to see you."
The blindfold was lifted from my face, my eyes slowly acclimating to the dim light coming from the bathroom. His lips immediately met mine and I moaned as I tasted myself on his tongue. His hands worked furiously to unknot the tie, releasing me. As soon as I was freed, I rotated my wrists and then clasped them behind Edward's neck, threading my fingers through the silken strands at his nape.
His cock lay between us, rigid as steel, beads of moisture coating the tip.
"I've been patient. I need you. Please." I grasped him, feeling the heavy weight against my palm, stroking him from base to tip, circling my palm around the head, spreading his pre-cum on my next downstroke, easing the glide of my hand.
He growled, stopping my motion. "If you keep that up, I won't last much longer. Eating your pussy nearly pushed me over the edge as it was. I need to feel you come around my cock."
He slid his tip along my folds before dipping in, the length of him stretching me as his pelvis became flush with mine.
Twin sighs of satisfaction filled the air, our breath mingling between us. Soon, we were fused at both the hips and the mouth as we kissed desperately. I gripped his shoulders, urging him to increase his pace.
The joining of our bodies had always been instinctual. We just fit. This time was no different. I wrapped my legs around his hips, angling my pelvis to allow him to hit me deeper.
"Feels so fucking good, love. I can't be away from you this long ever again. Missed you so much."
"So good. Don't ever leave me like that again." I scratched my nails along his broad back, looking for something to keep me in the moment.
"Are you close?" His voice was tight, the veins in his forearms straining as he held himself above me, his thrusts unrelenting. "Touch yourself for me, love. I want you to come with me."
I slid my hand between us, rubbing circles on my clit, feeling my orgasm build.
"Edward." I drew out his name as my body trembled through my release, his following shortly after.
We lay in each other's arms, sweaty and sated, whispering words of love that sounded so much sweeter because they were said face to face. Soon we pulled the blankets around us and drifted off to sleep.
Edward woke me in the middle of the night for round two. As our lovemaking reached a feverish pitch, and I urged him to go faster, deeper, I heard a whisper.
"Patience."
He was right; there was no need to rush. We had all the time in the world, and I for one didn't mind taking our time so long as it was together. After all, they do say patience is a virtue.