Lemon
The mother of the Bride
Four days to go.
Today my mother arrived. Today total anxiety arrived.
"She's going to be here any minute," I sigh spooning some peas into Mason's mouth.
I sit at the breakfast table with my wedding notebook open. Edward leans against the kitchen bench smiling at Mason.
"It'll be fine," he says.
"You know what she's like," I huff.
Renee often said what she was thinking. She came with no filter. Which meant hurt feelings and offended pride for everyone she passed.
"She will be behaved. It's your wedding," he says walking closer to me.
I feel him walk behind me and place a strong hand on my shoulders. Slowly he begins to squeeze and move my hands, massaging the pressure away.
"It'll all be okay," he says, "I love you."
"I love you," I smile up at him.
The concern must be still obvious. He leans down kissing me cheek.
"Only four days," he whispers.
"Then we race out of this place," I smile.
"Deal. The honeymoon is waiting," he says, "I cannot wait."
"Where is it?" I try.
"Nope," he laughs.
"Bella," Rosalie calls out, "Renee is here."
"Take me now," I stand up pushing my chair out.
"If we rush out the back door," Edward suggests playfully.
"My baby," Renee gasps.
She stands in the hallway carrying two massive duffel bags. She was beginning to catch her. The grey in her hair and the tightness of her skin.
"Mother," I smile at her.
Throwing everything down she rushes to cuddle me.
"My darling," she coos, "I can't believe my beautiful girl will be getting married."
"Me too," I sink into her cuddle.
Her arms were always safe. Despite the attitude on her I loved her.
"And look at how big little Mason is getting," She gasps rushing to clip him out of his chair for a cuddle.
Mason wraps her arms round Renee's neck excited.
"Nanny," he is excited to see her.
"I have so many treats for you," she cuddles him close.
"Renee," Edward smiles in greeting.
"And I get a son," she squeals.
Mason in her arms she moves to wrap one arm around Edward. He accepts her hug warmly.
"Are you ready? She's a handful," Renee jokes
"I'm going to give it my best shot," he smiles at me, "she's worth it."
"So," she smiles at me, "Where is my room."
"Upstairs," I move to take one of her bags but Edward stops me.
"I've got these. Follow Bella," he instructs.
As expected she has a problem.
"Does it always make that humming noise?" She asks.
"It's silent?" I raise an eyebrow.
She plops Mason onto the bed and begins inspecting the room like a motel. She runs her finger along tabletops for dust. With intense scrutiny she checks the density of each pillow.
"Mum. We have a fair few people staying here tonight and until the wedding. This was the best Esme could muster up," I say.
"We can try fit you elsewhere," Edward offers.
"No no. Don't be silly dear," she waves him off, "it's for a few nights."
"We'll let you unpack," I say lighting Mason up.
"Yes dear. Also you look tired. Make sure you're sleeping eight hours. Edward doesn't want a bride with blue under eyes," she says.
My shower is warm. The water flows down my front washing away dirt. But leaving behind the anxiety of the day.
"Baby," Edward calls into the room, "you okay?"
I poke my head out behind the curtain and smile at him warmly.
"Hey," I say, "what's up?"
"Mase is asleep and everyone has pretty much gone to bed. You want company?" He asks.
"Get in here," I nod.
Each section of skin he reveals makes my stomach flutter. He was such a sexy piece of man.
The air is cool for a moment as he clambers in. As soon as he's in I push him against the tiles. The water covers us both. He is already poking into my stomach. It never took much.
"Already?" I smile wrapping my hand around his erection.
"You're so hot. How can I help it?" He shrugs.
Rolling my eyes I squat in front of him taking his tip into my hot mouth. The feeling rushed up his body earning me a warm groan.
"Fuck," he moans.
"Hmmm," I hum.
His perfect hands lace through the sections of my wet hair guiding my head as I bob up and down. I twirl my tongue and suck in my cheeks determined to show how thankful I was for him. Not before long he grows sick of the thank you pulling me up.
"I need you," he grunts.
Resting my hands on the wall beneath the shower head he bends me forward. The water rushes down onto my back. And when he pushes into me pleasure rushes down it too.
"Fuck," I gasp.
"You are so fucking tight this way," he growls gripping my hips.
As he sets a pounding rhythm he sinks deep with each thrust. I see stars. His hands explore as he fucks me from behind. My clit and tits his adult playground.
Trying my best I thrust back into him keeping up. It's no easy task but. He lifts one of my legs up so my foot is balanced on the edge of the bath. The angle shifts to a much deeper section of my vagina. The new rush of pleasure causes me to cry out his name. My mouth no longer connected to my thoughts.
"Fuck," I cry.
"Come," he grunts, "Come with me inside you, sexy."
The hot dirty talk always managed to get me further along. In fact it sends me over the edge. When I come it's violent. I shake and clench. Edward continues his thrusting not slowing. Instead he pulls me up so the spray runs down my front, my back flat against his chest.
"You are so incredibly hot," he says into my ear, "I'm close baby. I'm going to come."
He thrusts up and into me as I stand before him. Each movement he makes bringing more pleasure to my body and insides. When he lets go he spills inside of me.
"God," I moan.
"Did that take away some stress?" He mutters kissing down my neck.
"Yep," I lean back into him.
Needing his arms around me I turn to face him and bury my face into his neck. He wraps his arms around me giving me the embrace I have craved all day.
"I love you. We're going to get through this. I'll make sure you get to the end of that aisle and love every second of the day," he says.
What did I do to deserve this man?
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