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This one is a short one. (SkyCity restaurant is no longer open, but let's pretend that it is)
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10/09/2022
Chapter 6
BPOV
All week I had been anticipating my date with Edward. Every time I thought about it, I would get butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't stop dreaming about him and he was never far from my thoughts. Dreams of him were what I preferred over my other dreams.
I had never been in love before. I couldn't even begin to describe it. If someone were to ask me tomorrow, what it was like to be in love, I wouldn't have the words. I see it in my parents though, when I watch them together and it's so endearing. My dad loves my mom with his whole heart and soul. I've always wanted to find a love like that. Maybe it finally found me in Edward?
When I woke up on Friday morning, I was bursting with excitement; the day couldn't end faster.
Alice had called me to let me know how her move was going. She knew something was up the moment I picked up the phone. "Bella, are you even listening to me?"
"Yes, what? I'm sorry." I didn't even realize I zoned out as she was talking.
"You're serious? You didn't hear a word I said?" She sounded irritated with me.
I couldn't help but smile because I knew where my mind went, or who it went to. And that was Edward. "Geez, I'm sorry. I have stuff on my mind."
"You met someone didn't you?" She knew me all too well.
"What makes you think that?" She could probably sense it in my voice. She was the know-er of all things.
She huffed and tsked me. "Bella, I can hear it in your voice; you sound different. A really happy different."
"Just because I sound really happy, as you say, doesn't mean that I've met someone. Things could be going well at work," I stated.
"Fine, don't tell me. I'll just call Jasper and ask him," she threatened.
I knew if I didn't fess up, she would call Jasper and I knew he wouldn't be reluctant at all about telling her anything that was going on between Edward and I. "I can't believe you would threaten me with him. You're unbelievable?"
"Yes, I know this. Now, what's going on with you? Fess up now, chicka." She was so damn demanding.
"Fine, yes. I've met someone. Happy?" Even though she couldn't see, I gave her a sarcastic smile, and flipped her off.
"Yes. Now, what's his name? What does he look like? Where'd you meet him?" Now it was time for the questions. The twenty questions like she was some kind of journalist.
I couldn't help but laugh. She was like a freaking auctioneer with her questions. "Geez, calm down, Alice."
She sighed and relented, although I knew that wouldn't be the last time I heard about this, so I told her all I knew about Edward and that we were going on our first date. She seemed really anxious to get to Seattle, now. She told me not to be surprised if she showed up on my doorstep sooner than I expected.
After I hung up, I made my way to Jasper's office. I wanted to take an early lunch so that I could get back and get more transcripts done before I left for the day.
When I walked into his office, he was on the phone. He put a finger up, asking for a minute. "Yeah, I know...He's a really great guy, you have nothing to worry about...Yes. I can guarantee it...Don't worry about it, I promise to watch out for her, okay...Yeah, you too. Talk to you soon. Bye."
The smile on his face only meant one thing. "That was Alice, wasn't it?"
"How'd you know?" I knew when he was guilty especially when his cheeks turned pink and he couldn't keep from smiling.
I shook my head. I knew her better than anyone, and sadly, that meant I knew she wasn't going to give up until she actually met Edward for herself. "I just got off the phone with her. She ask you a million and one questions?"
"Yeah, she threatened my balls if I didn't keep an eye out for you." I chuckled and shook my head, again. She was quite the character, but I knew she wouldn't be herself if she didn't have a caring bone in her body.
At lunch, Jasper asked me about what Edward and I were doing on our first date. All I knew was that we were going to the SkyCity restaurant. I had been there before and it was nice, so I knew I needed to dress pretty nice.
After lunch, I got what I needed to get done and was actually able to leave work early. I didn't know why I was so nervous. I'd been around Edward before and I've even made out with him. I think it's because this date makes everything more official. I was hoping for more than just dating. But we'll just have to see where the chips fall.
Edward looked so handsome when he arrived. It took everything in me, to keep from jumping him in the hallway.
Dinner went smoothly. I really did enjoy myself and our walk through the park was very romantic. We confessed how we felt, which made us an official couple. It was exactly what I wished for.
We made it back to my place and eventually, I suggested he stay the night with me. He was so tired; he was practically falling asleep on my shoulder. I didn't want him to risk getting into an accident, so I had to set ground rules for him sharing my bed. He didn't mind and I actually loved the way he felt lying next to me and holding me.
It didn't take long before I was asleep, and that meant it wasn't long before I was dreaming…
~~Past Memory~~
My mom and I had been doing our normal daily routine of cleaning around the house. School was out for the summer, but like most kids, I didn't get a chance to enjoy any summer vacations.
Everything had been quiet around the house for a few days. Mom and I actually had a moment of relief because my father was out of town with the baseball team. We always loved when he was gone.
We were in the backyard, pulling weeds from the flowerbeds when she was yanked up by her hair and dragged into the house. At first, I didn't know what to think. I gaped at my mother's receding figure, dumbfounded that my father was actually home.
I didn'twaste any more time and ran into the house where my father had my mother kneeling on the floor in front of him. He had the broom in his hand and was holding it over his head, ready to hit her. He lowered it when I walked into the room. He seemed almost lost for a second before he realized what he was doing. He has had moments like that as far as I could remember. It was like he was warring with himself.
I moved to kneel down in the corner where I was supposed to be. He watched every step I took almost as if he were studying.
Like most other times, I didn't know what she was being punished for. We'd being doing so good as of late which in turn kept him quiet.
He drew his arm up and backhanded her right across the face before he raised the broom over his head, again. There were no words, no one was saying anything.
When he moved to hit her, I screamed and jumped to stop him, but I wasn't strong enough. I was being tossed around as I held onto his arm. I wasn't going to let him hit her if I could help it.
He grabbed me and threw me across the kitchen, away from him causing me to hit my head on the cabinet. I lay there, screaming and crying...
~~End Memory~~
I was woken up by Edward shaking me. "Bella, baby! Wake up... Sweetheart. You need to wake up; you're dreaming."
He cradled me in his lap as I cried into his chest. I couldn't get the image out of my head. He just kept hitting her, over and over, again, and there wasn't anything I could do to stop him. I wasn't strong enough to keep him away from her.
Edward's warm embrace comforted me. I had no clue what came over me when I sat up and straddled his lap. I wrapped my arms around his head, holding him to my chest like he was trying to get away. He felt like my safe place.
"Baby, it's okay; I'm here. I'm not going anywhere," he said, comforting me, wrapping his arms around me, squeezing me a little to let me know he was there.
I pulled away and placed both of my hands on his face, looking into his eyes. "I'm sorry." I could feel the tears sliding down my face.
He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me tighter. "You don't need to apologize; it was just a dream."
"I don't know what triggered it. I haven't dreamed about him beating my mom, for a while." I had plenty of flashback memories, but my dreams stayed way more often than not.
Edward moved back, took my hands and placed them on his chest. I could feel his heart pounding. I looked up and he was staring at me intently. "I'm here. He can't hurt you anymore."
"I know. Sometimes, the smallest things trigger a dream or a memory. I don't know what caused it this time. I had such an amazing night, and I thought..." I moved to get off of his lap, but he pulled me back to him.
"I'm here," he said again and placed a small, sweet kiss on my lips. "As long as you'll let me."
I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck. He placed light kisses along my neck and collarbone sending chills from my head to my toes.
I didn't expect things to go any further, but Edward turned and laid me down. The nervousness in my stomach started to twist and turn.
I reached up and pulled him to me, guiding him between my legs, and when our tongues met, I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. The feelings I was having for him were coursing through my whole body. I made sure to put all I had into the kiss. I hoped he felt it, too.
He pulled back from me and propped himself up on one elbow and with his other hand, he started running his hand along my body. He started with moving my hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear. He began placing kisses along my jaw causing my heart rate to speed up with every touch placed on me.
Further down, he ran his fingertip along my collarbone, the whole time staring intently into my eyes. He was turning me on with his touch and the way he felt between my legs. I asked myself if I was ready to have sex with him. I knew I wasn't, but I definitely loved the feeling of his hands on me.
Along my arm, he caressed me, and when he reached my hand, he laced our fingers together and brought it above my head. My breaths became ragged; I've never gone this far with a man before. I was beyond nervous.
My breath hitched as he thrust his hips forward and I felt his hardness on my sensitive spot. I arched myself toward him, pushing my head into my pillow, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. A heat ran through me that I had never felt before. I wondered if this was what I had been missing out on.
"I want you so, badly," he whispered to me. He thrust against me, again, eliciting a loud moan to escape from my lips. He groaned and brought his lips to mine, our tongues meeting and moving amongst each other. It was slow, meaningful, loving and sensual. My body was betraying me each time he moved against me. I could feel myself getting wetter as his hardness moved over my bundle of nerves. I wondered if he could feel me soak through my panties.
I couldn't explain the way he was making me feel. It was indescribable. I wasn't sure if it had a true meaning.
"Can I touch you?" he whispered, kissing along my jaw and down to my neck.
My mind was so fuzzy and focused on what was happening that I couldn't speak clearly. "Y...Yes...Yes." I didn't want him to go too far, though. It was too soon. Way too soon. It had only been a week.
He thrust against me again and hit right where my body wanted attention. It was like an electrical jolt. It was the feeling of my orgasm coursing through me, alarmingly strong. I knew he wanted to make me cum like he did before.
He released my hand and slowly descended to my shoulder and neck. I knew where his hand was going, and I wanted it there.
"Touch me. I want to feel your hands on me; all over," I stammered, trying to breathe normally, but to no avail. The feelings he was causing, were intoxicating. My body was nearly vibrating from the pleasure.
He pulled away and leaned back on his knees. "Can I take these off?" He gently slid his fingers into the waistband of my panties. I nodded.
Slowly he pulled them down, and I raised my hips to help him. In seconds, my panties were gone. I laid before him, in nothing but my tank top. I felt exposed and moved to cover myself, but he stopped me. "Don't. You're beautiful. I want to see you," he said seductively.
I moved my hands to my sides, not knowing what to do with them. My eyes stayed on him, wondering what his next move would be.
Slowly, he slid his hands up my legs. Inch by inch, my body ached; the anticipation almost unbearable. I watched, wanting to witness his touches.
When he reached my thighs, he palmed them and pushed them apart even further. I knew he could see my wetness and that turned me on even more. "I'll stop if you want me to." I shook my head no. I still wanted this.
Lightly, he used his middle finger and ran it along my opening, stopping at my clit. With slight pressure, he began moving in a circular motion, causing a tingling sensation to run up my body.
My mind became blurry. I couldn't think. I closed my eyes and continued to feel him work me up. I was crumbling before him, crumbling way too fast.
Without moving his hand or stopping his motions, he scooted closer to me and used his knees to part my legs further. I didn't think they could go further, but they did. I wanted him there; inside me. The ache was getting stronger. The urge that I wanted to touch him, too, was starting to flash in my mind.
Ever so slowly, he moved his finger to my wet opening and continued rubbing small circles. He never pushed past my barrier. My breathing hitched and my body tensed, nervousness taking over my reaction. He was the first to ever touch me there other than my doctor but she didn't count.
He leaned forward and with his other hand, he grabbed me by my neck and pulled me up to him. He kissed me hungrily all the while sliding his finger along my slit, pressing gently and rubbing my clit. Pressure was building; it was so much stronger than the first time we fooled around.
I pulled back and looked him in the eyes; they were full of lust, desire and something else. I was feeling it, too. I knew I was done for. I was falling for this man.
He laid me back; still being gentle. He kept his movements to one area, speeding up his actions. That intensified the feeling in my stomach. His fingers felt huge on me.
"Can I taste you?" My eyes grew wide and I slowly nodded. I felt my thighs clench with anticipation.
He pulled his fingers from me and brought his face down between my legs; still open wide for him.
I reached out and laced my fingers in his hair, feeling him move forward until I felt his tongue on me, and my legs clamped around his head. This was a different feeling. A good one. One that I could grow to love and long for.
"OH, JESUS!" I yelled out.
He added his finger again, pressing and rubbing small circles on my clit. Then I felt a new sensation, "OH, Shit! Oh fuck! Oh, GOD!" I felt him clamp his teeth around my clit, and I was done. That did it. "I'm gonna cum, right..." My body convulsed, stiffening as my orgasm ripped through me. After it calmed, I laid limply, stars flashing even with my eyes closed and my breathing still uncontrolled.
He pulled back and crawled up, hovering over me. He leaned down and kissed me. I tasted myself on him, and it wasn't so bad. I expected it to be worse. "Was that okay with you?"
My breathing, still erratic, I nodded. "I loved it. Can we do that again, someday?"
"Whenever you want, and as much as you want it; I'm following your lead," he replied. He lay down next to me and pulled me to him. I could feel his erection against my stomach when I draped my leg over his hip.
I moved my hand down and reached inside his boxers. He felt huge as I wrapped my fingers around him. I began stroking, but he stopped me. "Don't. I'll be okay. I wanted to please you; I can wait."
I wanted to, though, so I continued moving my hand over him. "Let me, please. I want to."
His breath hitched and he hesitantly moved his hand away. He reached down and pulled his boxers off. I looked down to see him; he was large, very large. Bigger than I've ever seen…which was only in pictures.
I wanted to taste him, too, but I was too nervous. I would wait another time. For now, I would use my hand to please him.
"Only because you said, please," he said as he propped himself on the pillows to watch me.
I sat up on my knees and leaned forward. With my hand, I gripped him and started moving up and down; my fingers not touching as I grasped him. He was warm and silky to the touch and hard as steel.
He groaned as I sped up. I had only read about this in the erotica stories I have edited. I was going by memory of them.
I gripped him with my other hand, and was now using both. He started breathing harder; his chest rose and fell rapidly.
"Fuck!" He groaned then reached down, gripped my hands and squeezed tighter, showing me what he wanted. I added more pressure and he started thrusting into my hand. With a loud grunt, he began twitching as he came all over my hands and over his stomach. I smiled because I did that to him.
"Shit. Fuck that felt good. It's been a…while," he said and I smiled. I was happy to do that for him.
I reached over and grabbed the box of tissues off my night stand to clean up.
"Did I do okay?" I wanted to make sure I did a good job for my first hand job.
"Better than okay; it felt incredible," he conveyed, smiling at me like he was very satisfied.
I wasn't expecting him to think I knew what I was doing, because I didn't. I've only ever read about stuff like this. "I'll need you to teach me as we go. I mean, about what you like."
"I'll be glad to. You have to let me know what you want to try." At this point, I wasn't sure what I liked and didn't. All I knew was, he was the one I wanted to experience everything with.
I nodded, agreeing with him. I knew there were tons of different ways to pleasure yourself and your partner. I just hoped that I could learn to do it.
"Will you shower with me? Then I can make you breakfast." I was definitely pushing more than I really should, but I was going to live my life like there is no tomorrow.
He gave me a huge toothy grin. That was answer enough for me as I grabbed his hand and led him to my bathroom. I switched on the shower thanking the person who designed it because it was a huge shower.
We fondled each other, as we washed, his erection growing against my stomach. I didn't want to leave him in that state, so I grabbed the body wash and lathered my hands. I was going to please him, again.
He looked at me quizzically, wondering what I was up to. I just grinned and reached for him. He didn't protest and reciprocated by rubbing me as I was pumping him. This time, I didn't hold back. The soapy body wash helped a lot better than before. When he came with loud growl, it shot all over my stomach.
We finished our shower and after dressing, we made our way into the kitchen. He helped me cook omelets for breakfast.
"Do you have plans for the day?" he asked as we sat down at the table.
"No, do you?" I was all for spending the whole day with him.
He shook his head and smiled at me. "You wanna spend the day with me, then?"
"Of course." I made it sound like there was no other option. "Do you have anything in mind?"
A devious grin graced his face. "Oh, I can find a few things that can keep us busy, but honestly, I just wanted to head over to the park and walk around."
"I could make us a picnic lunch," I suggested.
He shoved his last bite of omelet into his mouth and stood to clear his plate. "Sounds like a plan. I'd like to go home first and change my clothes. You want to come with me?"
"Sure, I wouldn't mind seeing Momma Whitlock," I replied, getting up from the table and following him to the sink.
"She and Uncle John won't be there. They went to some museum thing today. I have no clue really," he explained.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh, she hadn't mentioned anything about it." I felt a little bummed.
"It must not have been a big deal," he claimed.
"Guess not." I shrugged my shoulders. I was a grown woman, but I was feeling nostalgic for some reason. I was missing my mom like crazy and Momma Whitlock helped fill that void when I was feeling that way.
I packed our picnic and we headed to his house for him to change. Once we made it to the park, we decided to walk around for a little while before we found a spot to have our lunch.
As we walked hand in hand, we talked about stuff that he did in college and I elaborated stuff that I did in college, too. I turned out to be a very boring person. He was the typical frat boy, apparently. The parties and pranks he told me about were far from anything that I ever did.
I was having a great time. I felt like I belonged with him.
When we settled on a place to sit, Edward ran back to his truck to get our lunch. When he got back, he wasn't alone. He was being flanked by paparazzi. "Sorry, change of plans. I don't want to give them the satisfaction of taking pictures of us while we eat."
He grabbed my hand to help me up, flashes from cameras going off left and right. I could hear click after click from the cameras. This was something I wasn't used to, that's for sure.
.
.
"Edward, is this your new girlfriend?" One of the reporters asked.
"Mr. Cullen, do you have any future plans of playing football again?"
"Edward, who's the girl with you?"
"Edward, can you look over here for me?"
.
.
Questions poured from them, but they were easily ignored as Edward held me close while we made our way back to his truck. He looked angry, so I sat quietly as he sped away from the park. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't think they were still interested in me."
"It's okay. I'll have to get used to it," I clarified.
"No, it's not okay." He huffed, smacking his hand down on this steering wheel. "You shouldn't have to put up with shit like that," he claimed.
I sighed and slumped down in my seat. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want him to think it was his fault that this happened. "Really, Edward, it's fine. I was just caught off guard for a second, and you saved me."
He sighed and I could feel him glancing over at me while he drove. "I'll just plan stuff better next time."
We ended up going back to my place and I set up the picnic on my living room floor. It was nice. At least we didn't have to deal with anymore paparazzi or bugs bothering us as we ate.
That night, after Edward left, I snuggled into bed. It felt empty. After having him sleep with me for one night, I wanted him here with me all the time.
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