*lemon ahead*
The Maid of Honour
Five days to go…
I'd fallen asleep with Mason beside me last night. Edward had been up late with Emmett and Jasper watching the game.
He shook me awake carefully last night pointing to our child. Mason's head was toward the foot of the bed lying on his stomach. He looked peaceful. The day with aunties, uncles and grandparents had taken its toll.
Edward had carried him to his room across the hallway from ours before undressing me slowly and going even slower with the steps that occurred after.
When we woke it was naturally. No screaming toddler thanks to his parents and no alarm.
"Hmm I will never tire of lying next to your naked body," he whispers, "so sexy."
"You know… the house is kinda quiet," I smile as he moves to rest on his arm.
As he leans over me I stroke his cheeks.
"What are you suggesting?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Why nothing at all," I smirk taking his hand in mind.
I guide it under the covers towards the holy ground it is required. He cups my mound, using his fingertips to massage my clit. Instantly waves of pleasure flow up my spine.
"Nothing?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Nothing," I moan quietly.
"Not this?" His hand slips allowing a finger to dip inside of me.
"Maybe that," I bite my lip.
His laughter is dark and he pulls down the sheets revealing my chest. The stress relief I needed. His mouth wastes no time getting to work. He sucks my nipples teasing with his skilled tongue. Each flick and twirl driving me wild. Arching into him I try to thrust toward his fingers moving faster each pump.
"Don't stop. Don't you dare stop," I moan.
He smirks into my chest pleased that while he plays he is also pleasuring me.
"Ohh… ohh. Oh! Yes. Ugh," I gasp clenching around his curled fingers.
Digging deep into the mattress I shake loving the feel of the orgasm. No vibrator could do what he did. He knew exactly where to touch and how to touch.
I'm not even half way down before he is rolling me onto my side to spoon my body. Manipulating my limbs he moves my legs so he can thrust into me while exploring with his hands.
Long, deep, slow. The thrusts each delivering another touch of sensation. I close my eyes and wrap my hand over the top of his. My fingers interlock with his as he moves his hand between my chest and my clit.
Squeezing my breasts to flicking my bud. Nothing more pleasurable than my man exploring what is his.
"I can't believe I get to marry you," he mutters, "this every day."
I'm dead. I'm dead and this is heaven. The bible got it wrong. No golden gates, no clouds. Just a copper hair, pale angel with an incredible jawline and the sexiest smirk. And he was mine.
I can't respond to him. The pleasure is so high. His thrusts has fastened slightly not compromising for the depth and strength. Each thrust is hard sending my body up and down with force.
"You… oh. Ugh," a string of moans leave my mouth taking over the sentence I had prepared.
"You don't get to come yet," he says smacking my ass gentle.
"Oh Edward," I close my eyes.
He flips onto his back and motions for me to climb on. I do exactly that and quickly return to work. I bounce up and down enjoying the share of authority. He liked me on top. He could see everything. I could feel sexy.
"Hey," Rosalie barges in holding a clipboard.
"Shit," I gasp racing to pull the covers over us, "fucking."
"Yeah. I've seen it before," Rosalie shuts the door behind her.
I look down at Edward's pissed off expression as I work to successfully cover us with the blanket.
"I was about to…" Edward growls.
"You just didn't even knock," I say shocked climbing off Edward.
"I've seen it before. We shared a dorm," Rosalie shakes her head as if it's obvious, "heck you had sex with him when you thought I was asleep in the same room. Heck we practically had sex."
"Sorry what?" Edward holds his hands up.
"All girls experiment," Rosalie winks at me.
"What do you want?" I demand.
"I want you to help me get onto this shit. We have a wedding. Your planner is downstairs getting grilled by your wannabe maid of honour," Rosalie sits at my feet, "cute you have that mark still."
If looks could kill, Rosalie would be in a casket.
"She loves when you kiss that," Rosalie points at the small mark on my chest with her pen.
"I know," Edward grunts out.
"Oh and small issue. Not major," Rosalie bites her pen, "the makeup artist double booked. She can come but can't spend as long here so we just all have to be there and ready to go."
"What?" I groan.
"It's fine," Rosalie holds her hand up halting my complaint.
"Can you let us get back to what we were doing?" Edward says suddenly.
"Fine. If you don't make her come in the next 20 minutes and have her downstairs I'll come back up here and get it done myself," Rosalie heads back to the door, "we're all waiting."
The door slams shut behind her.
"Did that seriously just happen?" Edward is seething with shock and anger.
"She just interrupted our sex to offer to take over," I say hands over my face.
"When did you two…" he trails off.
"In college. Before us. We got drunk and she was mad at her ex. So we played with her toys," I blush.
"I will be informing my brother so he can have that incredible mental picture too," Edward smirks.
"She had this magic wand thing that vibrated," I giggle.
"Lie down," he throws away the covers tackling me.
I shriek out laughing. His hands grip my thighs pulling them up to wrap around his torso. The thrusts this time are hard and fast. He's determined to finish the job. Reaching my arms out on the mattress I moan over and over beneath him as I grip whatever I can. My fingers lace into the sheet and I begin my climax.
"I'm going to," he growls, "Baby."
"Me too," I gasp out.
The moment I let my orgasm starts he thrusts deep into me letting go too. He fills me completely. Lying on top of me he kisses my chest stopping at the small mark Rose has pointed out.
"Mine," he grumbles kissing it.
"Yours," I smile warmly.
"Let's go," he chuckles, "before she comes back and tries to fuck you in front of me."
"That would be awful," I laugh.
"Horrific," he jokes sarcastic climbing off me.
"I bet you wouldn't be able to avert your eyes," I say following him into the bathroom.
"I wouldn't want to," he chuckles.
"Boys are perverted," I roll my eyes.
"Nope. I'm just incredibly attracted to you," he kisses my forehead.
With lingering touches and sly hand placement on one another we get ready. When we're presentable we head downstairs finding Mason watching Disney beside Alice.
She holds open a picture book reading it to him quietly. My heart melts. He cherished his Aunty.
"Bella," Rosalie pulls me away from the cute moment into the dinning area.
A man no older than 22 sits scribbling something into a notepad.
"This is Bella. The bride," Rosalie says to him.
"Ahh. Bella. I'm Craig. I'm here to help," he smiles.
Something about the way he looked at Rosalie made me uncomfortable. Something about him in general made me uncomfortable. He just seemed odd. He was genuinely nice, welcoming. But I could see him undressing her with his eyes the entirety of our meeting. He took notes and nodded at my requests. Vowing to make each happen on the short time we had.
"I've got this," he winks at me.
Fucking hell.
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