Hot French Cooking

We didn't get much farther than making out. Though Edward did strip to his boxers to sleep with me that night.

They had Nintendo references on them. I loved them. It made him embarrassed which made me like it even more. He had not been expecting me to see them that night.

But, what I didn't like was that Edward had to get up much earlier that morning to go to work. I was sitting in my bed, watching with a frown as he got dressed.

"I'm going to miss you today," I blurted out. Edward smiled, sitting on the bed beside me as he buttoned his shirt.

"I'll miss you too," he said softly, leaning over to kiss me. "And I'm afraid I'll be working pretty late tonight. But, how about this? I have a slow day tomorrow and I'm free tomorrow night completely. Why don't you come over to my place and I'll help you cross something off your list?"

"I know it'll be the third date and all, but I'm not that easy," I laughed, teasing him with a sweet smile. He smiled, poking me in the ribs.

"No, I'll spring that one on you when I'm ready. Trust me, it'll be at random to make it all the more fun. I'll just show up one night with the supplies and do things to you that make your toes curl."

"Okay. I am that easy. Get back into bed," I groaned, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards me for a deep kiss. My hands slid underneath his untucked shirt, feeling the smooth muscles of his stomach.

"Oh, god," he whimpered. "Don't tease me unless you mean it."

"I mean it," I breathed, kissing his ear. He shot out of bed and I giggled, a little too proud of myself.

"I meant dinner. I'll cook you dinner. French food," he said, stumbling over his words.

"You can cook?" I asked curiously.

"I cook everything I eat, almost. The past couple of days have been a refreshing change. But it's usually cheaper and far healthier. I'm more able to eat what I want when I make it myself too. Homemade junk food is far better than store bought. A little trick I learned. That, and I love to cook."

"I would love that," I told him truthfully, holding my hand out to him. Edward came towards me, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. Lightly he kissed my knuckles before brushing them against his cheek.

"Tomorrow then, say six?"

"Perfect."

"Okay," he smiled, leaning down for one more kiss. "I'll send you my address tonight. I've got to get going. I need to go change and pick up my violin."

"You'll have to play for me," I said as he began to walk out.

"Nothing would give me more pleasure."

I had some major working out to catch up on. Now that I was a ten I was going to fight like hell to maintain that size. The next time I had sex with Edward I wouldn't be stoned so I would like to have my body to be in the best shape possible for him. When I was stoned, I didn't care.

"So, have we made it to home plate yet?" Alice grinned at me wickedly, jogging beside me. I rolled my eyes, smiling to myself. Sometimes it was like she knew what I was thinking.

"We've just made it to first base. I'm hoping he makes a run for second tomorrow night. And if he's a really good cook, it might get him to third," I laughed, just joking.

"He's getting third," Alice said matter of factly. "I've had Edward's cooking. It is kick ass. Honestly, Jasper can bake but Edward can cook."

I laughed again, shaking my head as I looked over at her. "You're bad," I told her. "But that's good to know."

"Seriously, though. How are things going right now?"

"It's... comfortable," I tried to describe to her my feelings. "I feel like I'm at home with Edward. I mean, I'm so comfortable and when he's not around it's just not... right. I'm going to have to sleep alone tonight and I'm not sure if I can."

"Aw," Alice smiled. "You know, if you two get married we'll sorta kinda be related."

"Sorta kinda," I smiled in return. "But that is a long ways off, my dear. Let's see how second base works out."

"You'll get to third," she said with a knowing smile and a nod of her head. Apparently, Alice was a sex psychic.

I did not sleep well at all. I sent Edward a text message that said as much in the morning.

"My bed was lonely without you. It felt so cold."

"I wish I were there to keep you warm," he replied back. "Tonight perhaps?"

"Do you want me to stay with you? "I asked.

"Pack a bag," he answered. "I've got to work, I'm sorry. I'll see you tonight."

"Well, I don't understand why you can't have this done by then," Lauren poked her sharp nail on a piece of paper later that day. She wanted a full website overhaul in less than a week period. She was out of her damn mind.

"Because, ma'am," I said as politely as possible with as little venom as I could muster, "it's simply not possible to make this large of a change this quickly. This alone will take several weeks."

"That is not what I want," she said, her tiny dog yipping in her purse. She cooed at it, shoving something into its mouth. No wonder the thing didn't walk, it was too fat to.

"I'm sorry, but it's just not possible. I can do," I pointed to three things on the list, "this within a two week period and slowly over time add the rest in, but ma'am, I do have other customers. I will try to do as much as possible as quickly as possible."

"I want this done no later than three weeks."

Was she not listening? Moron.

"Ma'am, as I said before I can make some of the changes but it will take time to do the others. Give me time."

"Ugh, fine! But I want to see some results in two weeks and if they are not PERFECT we will take our business elsewhere."

You can shove it up your ass, I thought but I kept my mouth shut. Only the idea of having dinner with Edward was keeping me from flipping my lid. "Yes, Ms. Crowley. I'm sorry once again. Have a good day," I said, standing up. It was abrupt and it was rude but if I stayed, I wouldn't have chewed her out...

I would have killed her.

Slowly.

Painfully.

And with great pleasure.

After I got home I did a little work before packing a small bag and getting ready. I still wore my business skirt and red sweater, too lazy to change out of it as I headed over to Edward's apartment.

It was a tiny place, obviously built in the seventies. It was in need of some repair but it was in a decent neighborhood. I parked next to his baby, carrying the small bag in my hand. It had been ages since I stayed over at someone else's place. I was really nervous actually.

Edward greeted me with a soft kiss, taking my bag from me and sitting it on a rocking chair that he had in his living room. It was a small place, full of light. His furniture was older and mixed and matched, but it fit him. His coffee table was a large old fashioned travel trunk and he had random posters on the wall of art. Like Monet and Van Gogh. It was so Edward and I loved it.

"Come on in. Dinner is almost ready," he said with a smile.

He took me by the hand and led me into his dining room. It was a small room right beside the tiny kitchen. It was barely a galley. I wasn't sure how he could do any work in there.

Edward pulled a chair out for me, the table set beautifully. Elegantly. Amazingly so for a single man's apartment. But I wasn't going to argue. If Edward was going to pull out all the stops, then so be it.

"You're timing is perfect," he said almost formally. "What may I bring you to drink?"

"This is your evening. I will try whatever you bring me. You obviously have this well planned... I just want to go for the ride."

This made Edward smile widely, bringing his fingers underneath my chin before pressing a firm kiss on my lips. "Well, I hope it's worth it."

"I think it will be," I gave him a tiny wink, leaning my cheek on the palm of my hand. He flustered slightly, his back straightening a little bit. It was like he was having to convince himself of something. He cleared his throat and turned to go into the kitchen.

"Our first course will be a small bowl of Lobster bisque," he explained as he put a bowl in front of the small china bowl was a beautiful reddish orange soup. Delicious chunks of lobsters were floating in the cream broth and I felt my stomach tighten with hunger.

"First?" I asked quietly. "Edward, lobster is expensive. You didn't have to spend that much on me. I would have been happy with anything."

Edward smiled, reaching over to take my hand in his own, "Bella, I don't know about you but half the time I'm working and the other half I'm sleeping. I barely get to spend the money I make, besides on bills. This is something fun. Something special. Besides, the other night you were going to a four-star French restaurant that I wouldn't even want to spend the money on. I want to give you the same experience for a quarter of the price. If I took you to that place it would have been far more expensive."

"If you took me there, I would have argued as well," I told him truthfully. "It does look great though."

"Then eat, please. Tell me what you think."

I gave him a small smile before doing just that. "Oh, my god," I whimpered after I swallowed. "This is so good. You made this?"

"From scratch," he smiled proudly, taking a big bite himself. He hummed in pleasure. "I usually make it with crab, but this turned out very well. I've even done a crayfish bisque."

"That sounds yummy," I hummed after taking another bite.

If I hadn't been eating it up so fast I probably wouldn't have gotten a quarter way through the soup before Edward brought out another dish. This time he put it between us, placing a tiny plate in front of me. Apparently, Edward had some sort of time table he was working from.

"Hors d'oeuvre of cheese puffs which have an extremely fancy name I can not say," he chuckled a little bit, looking at me with a winning smile, "served with a very delicious salmon mousse."

He tore one of the puffs in half and spread some of the pink mousse onto it. I leaned forward, taking a delicate bite. His eyes were on my lips the entire time, making me feel so warm. I hummed in pleasure again, licking my lips as I pulled away. "This is so good."

"Yes, it is," he breathed. Clearing his throat quickly, he popped the other half into his mouth. Edward chewed slowly, his cheeks warm with a light pink color. "Would you like more?"

"Yes," I said, running my foot along his calf underneath the table. "I would love more."

I thought Edward was going to crawl over the table and take me right there. I didn't have much objection to that but he was trying so hard to be a gentleman. I loved it. And it made this so much more fun. Honestly, if he wanted to be with me I would have let him. All he had to do was ask.

I sort of wanted to find his limit. I knew it wouldn't take long to reach mine.

After sharing another two small cheese puffs something went off in the kitchen. Edward stood quickly, taking the dirty plates from the table. I took a sip of my water, rolling my tongue over the top of my lip.

Edward was standing in the doorway, watching me with a hot expression. I smiled at him innocently, tossing my hair over my shoulder as I looked at him. "May I help with anything? I feel silly just sitting here."

"No, stay. Let me serve you," he said in a soft voice. Once again his cheeks got hot and I could only imagine what he was thinking about at that moment. I would have to ask him later.

"What's next?"

This propelled him forward, placing a full plate in front of me. "This is roast beef in a butter sauce, braised pearl onions, sliced green beans with baked mushrooms. And to drink I have a nice red wine."

"Oh, Edward! Gosh, you went to so much effort. I mean, you didn't have to do this. It's amazing," I told him sincerely, pushing away my teasing for a little while. Now I just wanted to kiss him for doing so much.

"Thank you. I just want you to know how much... how much you just being here means to me."

I got up from my seat and moved over to him. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled myself to his mouth and kissed it firmly. "Do you know how much that means to me?"

His hands slid down my waist, kissing me hotly. I could feel the warmth spread from my mouth all the way to my chest. I felt tight and heavy with emotion and I wanted him.

"Bella, let's eat. I still have two more courses after this," Edward whispered as he pulled away. "Sit down and let me serve you."

And that's what I let him do. He served me the amazing and perfect meal, us talking and munching almost an hour after that. He said that it was the French way. That was the real meaning of the meal, to enjoy the company of those you care about and to just live. Finally, when we were finished he brought out the next course, a cheese plate with nice bread and jams along with it. I felt so spoiled and told him as much.

"Get used to it, darling," he told me, offering me a bit of a cheese I had never had before. But it was good. Creamy and slightly salty. "I plan on doing it as much as possible."

"Can I spoil you as well?"

"Your very presence is spoiling me. Having you in my life is a treat in itself."

"I want to do more than that," I told him firmly.

"You will. I'm just telling you how I feel," he said before standing up. When he came out of the kitchen he had a small cup of chocolate mousse with homemade whipped cream on top, a layer of fresh berries underneath. "With this, I have a glass of nice champagne," Edward told me, bringing me a small flute. I was beginning to feel a little light headed at that point from all the liquor I had enjoyed.

I wanted to lick the cup clean, but I restrained myself. It was hard, but I did. When we were both done, Edward poured us a fresh glass of the golden liquid before leading me out into his living room.

"I wish I lived in a better place. Yours is so much better than mine," Edward confessed as he sat on his sofa.

"Well, mine is my workplace as well. If I had an office my house would have looked like this too," I admitted. "When I worked at an office I was hardly ever home. I get the best of both worlds there. And I get more work done in a shorter amount of time. Fewer distractions."

"I'm constantly running," Edward said after taking a sip of his drink. "But it's not like I could work from home."

"I'd love to see you play," I told him quietly, repeating the words from earlier.

"You already have."

"Only the piano. I want to see you play the guitar. Or, the violin," I admitted, feeling my cheeks and neck burn with heat for some reason. The idea of him playing admittedly turned me on.

Edward sat his glass down and walked over to a closet. He pulled out a case and laid it flat on the coffee table. Careful not to knock over his drink, he pulled his violin out without a word.

And then he began to play.

It was beautiful, the moaning of the strings as he lulled me into a world I had never been. I could see the passion in his tight facial expression, his eyes closed as the bow rocked across the strings. His long and lovely fingers danced across them, making the music come to life right before my eyes.

That tight feeling from earlier returned as I stood and walked to him. He hardly noticed though, so intense in his work. I touched my hand to his shoulder and his eyes popped open and gazed at me, almost as if he forgot I was there. I maneuvered it so that the violin was away from his face, touching his chin where it rested before. It was warm and my fingers tingled as they danced over the faint stubble of his evening shadow.

"Edward," I said as I slid closer to him. He held the bow in one hand, the violin in the other, as he pulled me closer to him. I lifted up on my tiptoes, my lips by his ear. "What are your thoughts on baseball?"

"What?" He murmured.

"How do you feel about going to third base on the third date?"

He swallowed heavily, his voice thick, "just so we're clear. What do you consider third base?"

"Everything but you sliding into home," I nipped at his chin.

In a whirlwind move, his violin and bow were put away quickly with the case shut and I was being taken by the hand to his bedroom. I felt like a high schooler, I was so giddy by the idea. I could have done a little skip.

He twirled me around in his arms so that my back was facing the bed and held me close to his body. Edward's lips were warm and instantly lighting a fire in me.

"I want you," he whimpered as his hands grazed down my back. "I want to do everything to you. I want to feel every inch of your skin."

Instead of replying, I pulled my sweater over my head and tossed it to the ground. I sat back on his bed, scooting so that I was laying in the middle. My boot covered foot grazed the inside of his thigh, my head tilted to the side as I watched his muscles jump in fascination.

"I've been thinking about you all day," I admitted. "All day yesterday as well. I can't get you out of my head."

"I know how you feel," he breathed, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor. Edward crawled on top of me, pressing his body against mine gently. His skin was warm and soft and it made me feel tingly in special places. "Tell me if I'm moving too fast."

I nodded, leaning up to kiss just under his jaw. My tongue flicked over, rolling over his skin gently. Edward moaned, his head tilted back slightly. "This might be easier if I take off my boots," I told him with a quiet laugh. "And you take off your shoes as well."

"Damn clothes," he muttered, making me laugh as he slid off of me. He kicked his shoes off quickly, tossing them to the side. I sat up to remove my own footwear, but Edward dropped onto the floor and onto his knees. "Let me do that."

The sight of him working so intently between my legs was making me hotter. He tugged one boot off and then the other but when they were gone he remained. I scooted up slowly, wrapping my arms around his neck as I leaned down to kiss him. He smiled slightly, his hands resting on my thighs.

"It's been a while since I've done anything like this," I admitted. "Sober, anyway."

It was Edward's turn to laugh, his forehead resting against mine as he innocently looked up at me. "Then why don't you let me take the reigns? I know exactly what I want to do right now."

With a gentle hand and not waiting for an answer, he laid me back on the bed and pulled me by my knees closer to the edge. Pushing my skirt up past my ass, Edward spread my legs wide. "I can't wait to taste you again."

I moaned and he hadn't even touched me yet. He kissed either side of my thighs once before moving his fingers to my hips, tugging my plain white panties down. I felt so exposed and I had to fight the urge to close my legs quickly.

And he just looked at me. I began to feel paranoid as I watched him, worried that there was something wrong with me. But then he licked his lips like I was an ice cream cone and he was about to eat me.

I guess he was.

And oh boy, did he.

"Fuck!" I yelped, my head was thrown back and my hips arching up to meet his eager mouth. "Oh, fuck. Fuck... oh, god... FUCK..."

Clean up the language. Ha, not going to happen while he was doing that to me.

His tongue was warm and smooth as it explored my lips, his fingers probing and perfect. Edward was playing me like I was one of his prized instruments.

I'll admit it, I grabbed his hair. I held him in place with my fingers twisted in his wild red locks as my hips swiveled in time with the flicks of his tongue. I hoped he had a snorkel down there because he didn't seem to be coming up for air.

"Holy mother fucking DAMN!" I shouted. My orgasm was coming quicker and more intensely than when I was high. In the back of my mind, I was slightly worried that it wasn't going to be as good but I was an idiot. It was perfect. This was far better. "OH! SHIT, EDWARD!"

"Jesus, you have a dirty little mouth," Edward said with a grin against my skin, kissing his way up my stomach.

I was in no mood to be teased. I wanted him. I needed him in my mouth. I needed to reward him for the amazing act he just performed.

I pushed him onto his back and literally pounced on top of him. He hissed as I nipped at one of his nipples, licking and kissing fervently down his bare chest. My fingers could not make quick enough work of his blue jeans, yanking them down forcefully. I just got them past his ass before I gave up and wrapped my fingers around his hardened length.

I had never been so desperate before to have a man in my mouth before. It certainly wasn't my favorite past time. But, I felt like needed it. I needed him. I felt my nipples become harder as his head slid past my lips, getting impossibly wetter as well.

"Oh, Bella," he moaned, his hand resting on the back of my neck. "Oh, god. That's it."

He lifted his hips in time with each bob of my head, me forcing it in as deep as it could go. I couldn't deep throat but I was certainly going to try.

But as much as I wanted to get him off, I was aching again as well. With one hand around his thick cock, I slip another between my legs as I rested on my knees as I continued to suck on him.

"Ugh... Are you touching yourself?" He asked almost wildly. I didn't stop to answer him, just continued to play with myself.

Alright, maybe I wasn't completely sober. I had a lot of wine. But it was amazing.

Edward sat up slightly, resting back on one elbow as he brought his hand behind me. He began to play with my ass, rubbing it firmly. I moaned around him, my ass bucking back to meet his hand.

And fuck me if he didn't slip his fingers inside of me from behind.

I screamed around his cock. Literally screamed as my eyes watered, sucking and bobbing my head as quickly and as deeply as possible. He worked me in time with my movements, his moaning and whimpering becoming louder and louder.

"Shit, Bella," he ground out through clenched teeth. "Kiss me. Fuck, I need you to kiss me."

I moved up, my hands still in place as I began to kiss him. He pulled away for only a moment to whisper that he wanted me to keep playing with myself.

He brought his other hand up to play with himself, using my hand to move up and down his firm shaft. I lost it the moment I felt him brush against my breasts, my awkward position just right for the tip of his cock to tease my nipples.

I pulled away from his mouth, a silent scream falling from my lips as my eyes scrunched up tightly. His hot come spread all over my breasts, making the sensation even more intense.

It was the most erotic thing I have ever done in my life.

"I'm sorry," he breathed quietly, "I didn't want to make a mess on your chest but when I felt you tighten around my fingers I couldn't take anymore."

"Don't apologize," I whispered, my cheeks flared. "I loved it."

I actually wanted to lean down and clean him with my tongue but Edward got up quickly to fetch a towel for me. I pouted, laying back on his bed the proper way. With gentle hands he cleaned me, lovingly kissing and whispering sweet words to me.

I yawned softly, closing my eyes and stretching. "Do you want to head to bed?" Edward asked, laying down beside me. He had removed his jeans but recovered his boxers.

"I slept awful," I said with a frown. "I am tired."

"Let me get your bag-" I shook my head, quickly pulling off my skirt and throwing it to the side.

"Do you mind if I sleep like this?" I said with more confidence than I actually felt. Edward nodded his head, biting his bottom lip as he pulled the covers back so I could crawl under. He slipped in behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Is this okay?" I asked.

"This is perfect."

Sounds like my kind of third date.

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