Hope you enjoyed that little Esme and Carlisle chapter, now heres some more Edward and Bella for you!
Chapter 9- Bella
"Slow, Slow hands, Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry, No no chance, That I'm leaving here without you on me, I I know, Yeah I already know that there ain't no stopping your plans, And those slow hands, Slow hands." Slow Hands- Niall Horan
When we finally make it back to the resort we are too tired to do anything but fall straight into bed. Edward and I come back to mine and Esme's cabana, and leave Esme and Carlisle in the guy's cabana.
Esme and I know each other on a soul deep level and I have no hesitation in leaving her alone with Carlisle, I haven't seen her smile this much, ever. And Carlisle seemed to relax more and more as the day went on. By the end they had their own inside jokes, and their hands were constantly in contact with one another. I'm so happy for her, she deserves this and so much more.
"Hey." Edward quietly calls to me from my bedroom. I step through the bathroom door and stand on the cool bamboo floor and see his long length stretched out in my bed. "You okay, you seemed to be taking awhile?" He almost seems nervous.
"Yeah, just thinking about Carlisle and Esme. I'll be right out." I lazily turn and pad back into the bathroom. My actions are slow and sluggish after all the sun and activity we had today. I definitely feel the soft, fluffy bed calling me.
My eyes wander over my body in the mirror as I brush my teeth. I see the red sun as it settles on my skin from all our time outside today. I'm going to need some lotion tonight. A small smile creeps across my face. Me heading out to the bedroom with lotion is either going to go really well or really naughty. Either way I'll have a great time, so I drop the toothbrush back into the holder and grab the lotion on the way back to Edward .
My long t-shirt covers me from shoulders to knees. He has no idea if I wear anything else beneath it and to his credit he hasn't even tried to sneak up under it to see for himself. Such a good boy, that I'm about to corrupt. He's reading a book when I reach my side of the bed. I quietly lay the lotion down and pull my hair over one shoulder to braid it up.
Nimble fingers make quick work of the braid, and then pull my t-shirt up and off of my body. I'm left in my boy shorts underwear as I slide into bed. Edward takes notice of my lack of attire. His book falls slack in his lap and he turns his head to give me his full attention.
"Would you help me put lotion on my back and shoulders?" I look over my shoulder at him, angling the lotion towards him.
"Absolutely, come here." He scoots just left of center and pats the bed right in front of him. I slide to him. "Lay on your stomach." He murmurs against my shoulder. My grin is probably 100% wicked but I don't even care, I immediately turn over and stretch out. He pulls the sheet up to the top of my underwear and tucks it around me.
I hear the cap of the lotion flip open and the suctioning squirt. My muscles brace for shocking cold lotion but I'm pleased to find warm, smooth hands instead. He's obviously warmed it up first, definitely a smart man.
His large hands start at the line drawn by the crisp, white sheet and works upward from there. Every inch of my dry skin is lathered with creamy lotion. I'm relaxed as his hands soothe across my tired, sore muscles. I tuck the fluffy pillow under my face and turn my head to the side so he can rub my neck. The rough skin of his fingers is smoothed out by the lotion, the mix of sensations sets a small fire deep in my soul. Suddenly I'm hoping that he makes this more than a little lotion on my back.
His thumbs press right at the base of my skull and slide, gently, up the back of my scalp and back down. "Mmmm," slips past my lips.
"Good?" It's a ridiculous question, but I answer it anyway.
"So good. Keep going." My words could mean so many different things, I give Edward the lead way to decide which definition he wants to assume.
His thumbs meet on my spine and travel back to the sheet. I arch upward like a fat house cat being petted as he moves lower. His lips press a quick kiss to the base of my spine as his hands slip my panties off my hips. I arch up further to help him make room. As I lift my knees and he slips the panties completely off of me, he moves in between my slightly spread legs.
I should feel wanton and shameful, but I don't. This wasn't the direction I imagined the night ending but I'm not going to change our course. I promised Esme I'd enjoy myself and I intend to fulfill that promise.
"I'm so wet, right now, touch me." I whisper. My hips raise and his lips meet them. He places small kisses across the small of my back as his hand slowly, lightly drifts down to between my legs. He follows the swell of my ass cheeks and smoothes down the inside of my legs, all great places to caress but not where I want them to touch. Edward obviously enjoys a little torture with his love.
"Umff." I want him to know my frustration and need. The smile stretches his lips, I feel it as he kisses a shushing noise across my skin. My hips do a frustrated shake.
"I've got you, baby, trust me. I'll take care of you, I promise." All desire to control his movements leave me and I relax. As soon as he feels my acquiesce to his demands, his hands slide between my legs. One finger slides up and down, tracing my opening. No pressure, no fancy tricks, just light constant touches. And boy does it work, it pushes my body to the breaking point faster than I can actually form the thought. Deeper and deeper he works his finger, until his finger tip is actually inside me and the pad of his finger is circling my opening.
I want to press against him, to push him deep inside me, to control our movements and take what I need. That would satisfy my body, but I feel like waiting to see what he will do next will give me more satisfaction than anything I would ever think to do to myself. So I relax and just feel.
Edward's fingertip makes one last pass around my opening, gathering my juices and using it to allow his finger to glide right to the throbbing button that controls all my pleasure. He repeats his actions on my clit. Small, slow circles around it, not quite touching it, but just close enough that I can imagine what it would feel like if he did touch it. His finger moves infinitesimally closer until it's circling in one spot. Each circle rips my body in a million different directions, my brain doesn't know which direction to focus so I just throw all thoughts aside and simply feel.
His mouth is against my skin, leaving the wet, sucking kisses he's so good at. Warm, sweet breath blowing across me as he speaks in hushed whispers, probably words of encouragement. Strong fingers driving my pleasure through the roof. Another hand holding my hips so softly, the dichotomy of his actions send me right over the edge. My body convulses with pleasure as Edward soothes me back to earth.
"Come 'ere." He pulls my body upright and slips himself so smoothly inside me. His body molded to mine, no space between us. His arms hold me tight as his body worships mine. I can feel his muscles ripple as he pushes his hips back into contact with mine. Our sweat mingles and creates the glue that hold us together in this moment. Skin on skin, it fells like more than it probably should to me. The physical connection is powerful, it has worked my body directly back up to the cliff of pleasure that every woman seeks to arrive at. But the emotional bond wraps us up in a place that we shouldn't be for two people that live in different countries with no way to pursue this relationship past this island.
"Oh, Bella." Edward kisses my neck so gently as his body shudders behind me. I fall right behind him. Tears of pleasure mix with the tears of confusion and they both run quietly down the side of my face. Thankfully, he can't see my face from his position, so I wipe them on the pillow and pretend that it was just good, really good sex.
"Stay still, I'll be right back." The cool air that I would normally be thankful for, now makes me feel forlorn. I have to shut this shit down, as soon as possible.
Edward returns with a warm wash cloth and cleans us both up. I turn in his arms and snuggle into his chest as I listen to his heartbeat slow.
"Bella, I'm not sure I deserve you." His words echo in my ears and cause a slight stutter in my heartbeat, maybe he feels the same thing I feel when we connect, or hell even when we just spend time together.
"Not possible, I'm sure of it." His arms wrap around me and he places a kiss on the side of my head.
"Whatever you say, Slugger."
When I wake up the next morning, Edward is still snuggled close and still sound asleep. I watch his expressionless face and wonder what his life is like in Atlanta. Who are his friends, what does he do when he hangs out with them? How often does he see his family, are they close? Is he happy? He certainly seems to be, a smile is never far from his face and his laugh sounds as often as his words.
How would I fit into his life? Would he want me to give up all the parts of me that make me happy? Would I have space to see my friends and pursue my aspirations? Before I can get too far into my own head, his eyes flutter open. They make contact with mine and I can't help but give a sheepish grin, I've been busted.
"Good morning, Sunshine." His smile settles in and his eyes flutter back closed. "I know it's way later than it should be. Somehow I seem to sleep too long when I'm around you. You're a terrible influence." He smacks my naked butt with his big hand. I act offended but it really just turns me on. "Oh. No, not that face. You're gonna kill me, Slugger. For sure." He pulls me close and kisses my temple. 'How did you sleep?" He asks.
"Great, you?" Sure do wish I had the ability to read minds right about now.
"Never better, something about all this rest, sunshine and you that makes me really tired by the time bedtime rolls around. Don't know what it is but you three are a deadly combo." I bark out a laugh. Oh I know.
"Well, maybe us girls should go off and spend the day alone today. Give you a little rest time, you know, to recoup and all. You are a lot older than me, it's probably your age getting to you." I push away from his body as I speak.
"Well, now hold on. I've already planned our day and there no need to be hasty. I kinda like you." I allow myself to be pulled back into his arms, and snuggled back in with him.
"What did you have in mind?" I glance up at him, I marvel at how far his eyelashes extend. Stuff a girl would die for!
"Well, a boat trip out to a deserted island that will be all ours today, and then dinner and dancing. Rosalie is off so she'll be able to come so it will be all six of us."
"Sure. Let's do it." I push away to start getting dressed, but Edward is having no part of it.
"We've got time, baby, stay here." My insides melt at his term of endearment.
"Don't you need to go run or something?" I kick myself as the words are falling out of my mouth.
Edward glances down at me. "You trying to get rid of me?"
"No, I mean, you just usually talk about going for a run first thing in the morning, so I just wondered. That's all." He chuckles.
"Well, this is my vacation, and I have been pretty active since I've been here. So I can skip a run today and just lay here with you." The last few words are spoken as he hops over on top of me and pins my hands to the bed in one of his hands. The other drops to my sides as he skims along the very spot that gets me every time. How does he know these things? "Besides, I do remember something about being old?" His fingers dig in for sure.
"Oh my gosh,Edward, stop." Is what I say but it comes out more as 'Stahhhhp' All breathless and such.
"But you're so sexy all worked up and giggling, too sexy." He kisses the column of my throat and I instantly freeze. His soft scruff-beard feels so different than anything I've ever felt before. So erotic against my sensitive skin.
His eyes meet mine and we take a second to just stare deep into each other's soul. Then his finger dig right back into my side and tickle me again.
"Oh you are so paying for that, mister." I try with all my might to fight back but it's just no use. He's too strong, too big to fight. So I kiss him instead. That ends the fight.
Our tongues tangle but we stop it at that point, we both seem content with just kissing today. When our make out session has slowed to just gentle touches, Edward takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. "I'm worried."
"How so?" I try not to jump to conclusions.
He tips my chin up so our eyes meet. "I'm not sure I'm supposed to feel this much, this soon." He breaks our gaze and stares off out the open patio door.
"Yeah, me too." The weight of our statement falls down on us like a heavy winter blanket. "I've never done this before, I'm not sure I'm good at it." I admit.
"See that's the problem, in my eyes, you're too good at it." I let his words sink in.
"I don't want to hurt you, I swear. I'm just as shocked as you are by this." I wave my hand between us.
"I didn't mean to sound accusatory, I'm sorry. I meant it as a compliment, that's all." His gaze holds mine, his smile is easy and natural. A small mass of butterflies let loose in my belly.
"Well, well, well, look who's lazy asses are still in bed!" Esme all but shouts as she makes her way towards my room. I hear a second set of footsteps and assume it's Carlisle.
Both faces appear in the doorway, wearing matching grins.
"Well, speaking of asses, look at you two, grinning like a couple of jack asses. What have y'all been up to today?" Edward says as he sits up in bed, but makes sure that I remain covered.
"Apparently not as much as you two because we've already been to eat, and confirmed our boat pick up time. Get up and let's go!" Carlisle barks out.
LMWM—-LMWM
Songs- Slow Hands- Niall Horan
Selfish- Jordan Davis