I had it in my head to post this early this morning... but wouldn't you know, I was up until 3 watching Outlander for the first time and now I'm spending my morning sprinting.
Thank you to Frannie and Dani!
Day 14: March 26, 2020
Edward
8:13 PDT
Los Angeles, California
Bella talks in her sleep.
I wonder if she knows it. It's not much, and at first, I thought she was awake, rambling about some random thing, as I have found is her habit. But no, she's still sound asleep.
It'd be cute if she weren't currently muttering about murder.
I can't remember the last time I felt this happy.
Bella is crazy. Crazier, perhaps, than even I expected, but she's fucking funny and interesting, and even when she's being crazy, I'm having fun with her.
I've spent the last twenty-four hours grateful she couldn't fucking wait any longer.
After the frankly exhausting marathon sex that occurred between her first knock on my door and the point at which my sister and all her friends heard us—Bella and I fell asleep, both exhausted. When we awoke, we holed up in my room, talking and, yeah, definitely making out more. We watched some TV on my laptop, ate the meals my sister brought us, and at some point last night, Bella jumped me, which I had absolutely no complaints about.
I don't know how late we were up, but in general, I don't sleep all that much and combined with jetlag, I'm wide awake even though she's still passed out.
I take a moment to stare at her. It's easier when she's not awake and coming at me with some smart-ass comment. I love her mouth; both for what it does to me but also for what comes out of it. But it's nice to take a minute to look at her.
She's fucking beautiful.
Her hair is messy and in need of a wash. It's spread out across my pillow, in my face, but it's catching the morning sun, and I can see that there is gold hidden in those strands of chestnut. She's lightly tan, the way most people in LA seem to be, at least from the photos I've seen. Before a few days ago, I'd never been to California.
My eyes trace the features of her face, her sharp nose, her high cheekbones, which currently have long dark lashes fanned over them. Her face is heart-shaped, making her appear sweeter than she really is, and her sweet little mouth, perfectly puckered with the most delicate bow in her upper lip that looks like the kind of mouth that would pour constant sugar.
I love that it doesn't. She's crass as hell, managing to shock even me a few times. And my god, she is sarcastic.
It makes her that much more fun, though.
My eyes continue their perusal, tracing down her sinful throat to the delicate bones of her clavicle. I want to lick the skin there, and I tuck the thought away for later.
Her breasts are perfect handfuls, not huge, but enough to grab on to, with soft pink nipples that respond readily to my touch. My mind flashes to a memory of watching them as she rode me last night, and I smile. Yeah, they are really fantastic tits.
I see the tattoo between her breasts, and I can't help smiling again. She's so unexpected.
The rest of her is covered by the blanket, but I already know the contours of her body, the dip of her stomach, the gentle slope of her hipbones.
I can immediately recall the softness of her thighs, the taste of her sweet pussy. At the memory of it, I can practically feel her fingers in my hair, pulling, shoving my face deeper into her.
So hot.
She knows what she wants, and it's hot as hell.
I let out a sigh, realizing I've worked myself into some pretty substantial morning wood.
Bella shifts on the bed, and I glance up at her face as her lips part, and she sighs gently. "Cocksucker," she sighs, a soft smile on her face. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing out loud. I don't know what the fuck is ahead of us, but one thing is certain; I doubt I'll be bored anytime soon.
These two, I can't even.
I'm so excited because tomorrow... tomorrow is THE day. Take that as you will... :D