lemon ahead
- Chapter Number Sixteen -
Shamelessly I run to him when I see him at the airport. Flinging my arms around his neck, giggling as he spins us.
"Bella," he whispers, voice overwhelmed, "happy birthday."
"We still have another day before that," I lean back and smile up at him.
Cupping my face he leans down and kisses me softly. Holding onto his arms, I close my eyes and let myself drift into the paradise only he creates.
"You have a nice flight?" he pulls back slightly, but his face is still close to mine.
"Yeah," I nod, "I thought about my boyfriend the whole journey so it was a little slow."
"I know the feeling," he looks me over, "this is pretty."
My dress is lightweight and flowy around my knees. The red makes my dark hair pop. Overall it makes me feel pretty - exactly how I wanted to feel around him. Considering my insecurities. Considering I could bump into an assistant and another woman is sliding into his DMs.
"Thanks," I kiss him quickly again.
"Let's go to my place," he takes my suitcase in one of his hands, holds onto my hand with thw other.
"Your place?" I raise an eyebrow.
"I come to London a lot so I just bought an apartment," he explains.
It's far from quaint. It's luxury.
The apartment has three bedrooms, a spacious kitchen. It's on the top level overlooking the London Bridge. The kitchen counter is real marble, I'm pretty sure. The ceilings are high and it's decorated perfectly. It looks like it's a show home.
"Wine?" Edward offers.
"Of course," I nod, "this place is incredible.'
I walk slowly around the main living space, taking in the view. The bridge was lit up, shining bright against the night sky backdrop. I'd need to come visit him here more because it was simply breathtakingly beautiful.
"Do you want to freshen up?" he asks.
"Yeah I do. That plane was tiring," I look at him.
"There's a bathroom through that door," he motions to a room off the main sitting room.
When I head through it, I see it's a bedroom. There's an ensuite attached. Both rooms render me speechless. It was a level of extravagance I couldn't even afford to imagine.
The bedroom has large floor to ceiling windows with the same view as the living space. His bed is a large king bed. Four posters with linen that looks like clouds. The carpet is soft beneath my toes and the decor gives off a bachelor feel. Although it's light and spacious as opposed to dark brown leathers.
The shower is a walk in one that's equipped with a bench. Situated beside a large bath with jets, a double sink and tiles that shine. I'd eat off the floor in here.
Stripping I step into the shower and stare at the handles confused. There's five different ones to pick from. Which one brings the water?
Am I stupid for calling out to Edward to ask? Perhaps I could google it. There's a handheld attachment underneath two shower heads. It was a double shower head so I'm concerned I'll fire up both by mistake.
I turn a handle carefully, squealing as cold water hits me from above.
"You okay?" Edward calls out.
"Yep," I shout back between shivering gasps, "which one is the hot handle though?"
"The one on the top left," he walks into the room, eyes taking in my body instantly, "god damn I missed that."
"You missed me catching a cold?" I grab at the taps twisting, desperate to make it work.
"I missed your tits," he laughs, 'the handle at the top."
I twist it a few times, stepping back as it switches to hot. Boiling hot.
"Ouch," I lean around it twisting it back,. "This shower isn't for poor people."
Laughing he wips his shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the floor beside my clothes. He kicks off his sneakers, pulls his pants down his legs. My tongue licks my lips involuntarily as I watch him become naked before me.
"Let me come save you," he steps into the shower behind me, reaching around my body to adjust the handles until it's a temperature I can stand.
"My hero," I twist into his arms, pressing into his body, "fun fact. I pretended to not know how to use the shower to get you in here."
"You just had to ask," his hands move down my back to cup my ass in his hands, "I missed you so so much. I thought about this daily."
"So did I," I nod, "now I'm here."
"Tomorrow I've taken off work. I worked ahead so I could afford to spend the day with you," he explains, "I've got a full day planned and dinner reservations."
"You spoil me," I lean up and kiss him softly, "you really went to all that trouble for me?"
"No trouble at all," he shakes his head, "I want you to have the best birthday."
"I already am," I push his wet hair back off his forehead, "Rosalie was mad at you for stealing me. We have an ice cream cake tradition."
"She's had you for years," he shrugs, "it's my turn."
Reaching behind me he grabs for a bottle of soap, squeezing it into his hands he suds it up, eyes on me. Gently he rubs my back, before attempting my front. Running his hands over my stomach, legs and then chest. He squeezes and pushes my breasts together, smirking to himself.
"I hope you packed that little black number," his voice is smooth, "I've found much use out of your little picture."
Hot.
"I did," I nod, "but I also thought a trip to Victoria Secret before boarding in New York could be fun. So I picked up some friends for it."
"I can't wait to be formally introduced," his eyes light up.
He rinses me off slowly, hands lingering longer in some areas than others. He takes his time, appreciating what he missed out on.
"Your turn," I take the soap bottle off the shelf and squeeze it into my hands, "turn around so I can reach your back."
He does as I ask, intrigued by my quest for control. Relinquishing it, he lets me run my hands over his broad shoulders, muscley back, tight ass. Good grace, that ass!
"Okay," I croak.
He turns back to face me and leans down for a quick kiss, letting me continue the treatment to his arms, chest. When I reach his raging hardness, I step up for a lingering kiss. My mouth firmly against his while I pump the suddy soap up and down his hardness. He groans into my mouth, showing me how much he's thrilled.
"That feels so good," he purrs out, "your hands are heaven."
Pulling him under the spray with me, I continue to please him as he rinses off the soap.
"I should thank you," I say, "for bringing me all this way just for a measly birthday."
"Your birthday should be celebrated," he tucks my wet hair back, "you are special…"
"No. I should really thank you," I interrupt him before he can continue.
He tilts his head, confused. But when I squat and put him into my mouth his head falls back, eyes tightly shut. His groan fills me with pride. Yes, I would show him I was the only woman he needed.
"Baby," he runs his hands through my hair, pulling it away from my face so I can work.
I flick up my eyes up to his so I can maintain eye contact as I swirl my tongue, hollow my cheeks. Bobbing my head along his slick cock.
His hand reaches out for the wall, leaning over me so the spray from the shower doesn't hit my face.
"That's it," he encourages.
Flicking and swirling my tongue, I give it my all. When I reach up a hand to provide his balls with some love, he shouts a string of curse words.
"Fucking hell," he sounds tortured in the best way possible, "your mouth around my cock. I want a photo of this put in my coffin when I die."
I'm unable to help myself. Giggling around his shaft, I pull back to look up at him, using my hand to continue the sensations.
"You want a photo of me sucking your dick in your casket?" I look up at him through my eyelashes.
'Yes," he runs a hand over my cheek, dipping his thumb into my mouth, "this image of you is imprinted on my brain. On your knees in the shower for me."
"Fuck my mouth, please," I sound husky.
For a split second I worry he's having an aneurysm. Then roughly he puts a hand behind my head, tugging me back to his dick.
Taking him into my mouth I grip his thighs, allowing him to use me. To take his fill. It's sloppy and rough, as he thrusts into my face. He takes and I let him. I love every second of it.
"Fucking…" he growls, "take it all. Can you take it all?"
I try. When I choke, he pulls back letting me recover. But the moment he attempts to be gentle, I suck up and down faster. Silently telling him to not hold back.
"You're going to kill me," he huffs out, "I'm a dead man walking. I'm going to come, baby. You're going to make me come."
He must expect me to stop. But I don't. Instead I kick my mission up ten notches.
"Shit," he chokes out, "Bella!"
He unloads into my mouth. With a few gulps I swallow him, pleased and proud I'd left him so vulnerable. He stares down at me, mouth slightly open in a stunned silence. Standing I wipe at my slightly swollen, glossy lip with a finger.
"Thank you," I turn my back to him to turn the water off, "now you mentioned wine."
"Fuck the wine," he growls loudly, pulling me back into him.
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