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This next chapter has some lemony moments for you, as a thank you for your support. I hope you enjoy it. It's my first time writing a lemon/lemony moment so please bear with me.
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5.
BPOV
SOS… Save me –B
Your wish is my command baby, but what is it I need to save you from? –E
Alice is torturing me… slowly –B
Hmmm… maybe I can distract you?;) –E
Ooh, Mr Mason, do tell! –B
It starts with that room I pulled you into that night, and what felt like extremely sexy underwear… -E
You'll never know Mason. You left me all on my lonesome :( –B
Something I greatly regret, I assure you –E
What would've happened had you stayed? –B
Isabella, such things can't be put into mere words. Let's just say that I would have worshiped your incredible body – I would've started licking, and kissing and biting my way down your neck… around your beautiful breasts… past your adorable naval… all the way to your sweet pussy –E
Jesus, Edward –B
I wish you were with me now Bella. Let me see you tonight? –E
Forget that! If you come now and save me, I would reward you greatly… -B
Really? What would that reward entail Isabella? -E
I'd tell you all about a veeeeery interesting dream I had last night… and perhaps make it a reality… -B
Oh? Please share Miss Swan ;) –E
Well, it involved a Fat Boy S and me... -B
Holy Fuck, I'm liking where this is going already –E
Yeah. It was amazing, I was speeding through a forest, the feeling of power between my legs was indescribable ;) –B
You are such a fucking tease. I should punish you. The amount of dirty fantasies that are filling my mind right now… -E
"OUCH Alice!"
I pull my ankle away from the sharp needle that had pricked my skin seconds before, sending a dirty look down at my best friend.
The evil pixie sticks her tongue out in retaliation, "then stop sex-ting your boyfriend! I'm trying to work here!" she gestures to the blue ensemble that I am currently donning.
I am acting as her manikin for the day, much to my displeasure. Alice is a fashion student, and I often found myself subjected to 'Bella Barbie' as she so creatively labelled it.
However, the dress she had made was admittedly gorgeous. Made from a cobalt blue, the silky material meets the floor like a waterfall, sliding against my skin like liquid. The sweetheart neckline added an air of sexiness to the otherwise classy effect the dress conjured. It is a beyond stunning and I feel beautiful in it.
I peer down at Alice, who is working the hem like the pro she is. "He isn't my boyfriend, by the way."
She rolls her eyes, "he took you to on a five hundred dollar date Bella. Plus, you have been attached to your phone since he dropped you off two nights ago. He may not be your boyfriend yet, but it's definitely heading in that direction."
I flush, glancing at my phone again, with a smile on my face.
What she is saying is true - since my amazing first date with Edward, we have been nonstop talking, whether it had been on the phone or over text. But we have yet had another opportunity to meet up, due to his conflicted work schedule and my hours at College.
He makes me feel things I had never felt before. Being an English Literature student, I am familiar with phrases like "my heart fluttered" or "skipped a beat". Yet, I had always thought the author was exaggerating, trying to emphasise to the reader the enormity of falling for someone through physical acts. But now… Now, I could truly grasp what Bronte and Austen was talking about.
And it absolutely terrifies me.
Alice must have seen the look on my face, because her voice suddenly becomes soft.
"Bella, there's no need to be scared. I mean, look at Jazzy and I. It took us one kiss to know that we are meant to be. You and Edward have something really special, I could tell by the mere way he was looking at you. He's the Chuck to your Blair. The Jughead to your Betty."
I chuckle, "Y'know she didn't actually date him in the comics."
She waves me off, "I live in the present. Also, who'd guess that Cody would turn so hot?"
I laugh again, shaking my head. "I don't know Al. Literally last week, I thought he was one of the cockiest assholes I had ever come across. But suddenly he is the sweet, romantic guy who loves classical music and talking about his friends. Which one is he, really?"
"Maybe he is both" Alice says gently, patting my foot "take Jasper for example. To everyone he comes across as this really laid back, peaceful man, but behind closed doors, he is actually very kink-"
"ALICE! I swear to god, if you tell me anymore of your sex life, I am going to burn your Jimmy Choo collection."
She purposely digs the needle into my foot, making me jump "Touch them bitch, I dare you."
The doorbell rings, saving me from the torture. I hike the blue material up to my thighs, racing away from Alice's threatening curses and towards the door.
"Rip it Bella, and I'll kill you!"
I giggle, opening the door – only to find the object of my obsession standing there with a bunch of multi coloured flowers and a crooked smile on his face.
It takes me a moment to collect myself, taking in his black jeans, white t-shirt and leather jacket
"Hi," I breathe, the dress falling away from my hands.
"Wow."
His green eyes go impossibly wide as he takes in my outfit, a gust of air leaving his lungs in a loud whoosh. I blush, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Bella… y-you, well… um – whoa" he stutters, his eyes trailing from the top of my head to my toes.
"You've come to save me then?" I tease, opening the door wider.
He clears his throat, "well that was the plan, but if not saving you keeps you in that dress longer then I may have to detract my offer."
I laugh like a high school girl with her first crush.
He takes my left hand into his, kissing the top of it reverently. I feel like I have been blast back into the 1900s, meeting my suitor for the fist time.
"For you," he presents the flowers in a flourish.
I take them from him, bringing them to my nose delicately, "they are beautiful, thank you. Will you come in?"
I don't wait for him to answer – instead, I pull him in and push him against the door, effectively closing it. Then I press my lips against his, in thanks.
He doesn't hesitate, kissing me tenderly, cradling my face between his palms as if I was made out of glass. It was all lips, no tongues, and beyond perfect.
"You are… beguiling," he whispers against my lips.
"That's different." I comment without removing my lips from his.
"Beautiful, stunning, gorgeous… they are way too basic to use to describe the way you look Bella."
We continue to assault each other, our tongues finally peaking out, twining together familiarly.
"ISABELLA SWAN, I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT DEFILING MY DRESS, I WILL CASTRATE EDWARD RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!"
He instantly yanks himself away, and I can't help but snicker at the look of terror on his face. I peck his lips one last time, "I better go and get out of this dress."
"I'd be happy to help with that," Edward mutters to me, making me giggle.
"Behave" I push him away playfully.
Ten minutes later, I find myself putting my lovely flowers in a vase, wearing my favourite red sweater and blue ripped jeans.
"So, what wonderful adventures have you got planned for us today?" I wonder.
"Well I originally planned for us to go for a ride on your beloved Fat Boy, but there's a storm brewing."
My head snaps towards him, mind going instantly blank.
I half run over to the large window in our living room, and sure enough, the skies had become a dark grey, bordering black colour. I gulp at the angry clouds. How the hell didn't I realise this earlier? Why didn't I watch the fucking weather forecast?
I feel Edward sidling up behind me, slipping two strong arms around my waist, "what's wrong?"
A feeling of pure dread forms in my stomach as a crack of thunder echoes around, making me jump.
"Whoa, Bella! What's up baby?" concern is clear in his tone, comforting me slightly.
"Um. I- I might have a s-slight fear of storms."
"Pfffft… slight fear? The girl has a phobia. How she survived in fucking Forks, I'll never know."
Edward and I turn to our walking interruption.
"By the way - I checked the forecast and I knew there was no chance you were going out in this weather so I am going to go over Jazzy's to give you two some privacy. You're welcome."
Neither of us speak, totally stunned by Alice's apparel: she is wearing tall brown boots with fringes around the top, a tan trench coat, a red feather hair-band, and blue stripes across her cheeks.
"Alice… what on earth are you wearing?"
She looks down "oh, this old thing? Jazzy has an obsession for cowboys so we're going to play a bit of cowboys and Indians."
I gape for a moment, unable to create a coherent sentence.
"Anyway, I must be off, Jasper is waiting! Have a great night… I know I will!"
She then struts out of the apartment, leaving Edward and I completely gobsmacked. Alice has always had a knack for making people speechless.
At the sound of the door slamming, Edward and I turn to each other, breaking out in a round of laughter. Amazingly, the storm is briefly forgotten.
"S-s-she," Edward stutters through his laughs "she's… something."
I wipe a tear from the corner of my eye, nodding "That's Alice for you…"
A loud crack of thunder breaks us from our laughter and a flash of lightening lights the room. I hide my head in Edward's chest, hoping I can somehow burrow there and avoid the storm.
I can feel the vibrations of laughter against my cheek, as he strokes my hair gently, "c'mon sweetheart."
He guides me over to the large chocolate coloured sofa, dropping down, and pulling me onto his lap.
"Why are you so scared of storms?" he whispers, rocking me like a baby.
I inhale deeply, pulling away from his chest, "growing up in Phoenix with my mother, well… I never really got a childhood. My mom, I love her with all my heart, but she's more like a best friend than a mother. When I was young, I did all the stuff that she was supposed to do – sorting the bills out, cooking and cleaning. She didn't expect it of me, but she was so eccentric and full of energy… well who else would do it? Then one night, when I was eight, she went on a date with her now husband- Phil, it was the beginning of their relationship so I hadn't met him yet. But she left me alone, and there was this huge storm and a power cut. I was beyond terrified, and I didn't know what to do, how to turn the power on, who to call. It was the first time I felt truly dependant on my mother."
I smile sadly at Edward, smoothing out his furrowed brow with my fingertips.
"Anyway, she did come home earlier than planned, but I was totally freaked out. I haven't been able to stick a storm out since. I think she felt really guilty about it, because whenever there was another storm, she'd always stay with me and build a massive fort and we'd have hot chocolates." I grin at the memory, "the last time we did something like that was when I was eleven or twelve."
He smiles sweetly, "how about we stay here tonight?"
"Are you sure? You don't have to, we can go out and do something more exciting another night." Internally, I am bouncing up and down at the thought of Edward and I staying in… in private.
"Bella, as long as I am with you, I'm happy."
I laugh, weaving my fingers into his bronze locks, "You know, you've become really corny."
He growls playfully, pushing against me so that he is hovering over me, the lines of his body matching mine.
"Take that back!" he says, nipping my chin.
"No!" I squeal.
His fingers assault my side, tickling under my arms, my stomach, beneath my chin. I laugh wildly, squirming in the hope to avoid his invading hands.
"N-no! Stop!" I giggle "E-Edward!"
He's laughing too, enjoying the torture he is inflicting. He then pulls away, leaving me a panting, sweating mess.
He smiles down at me, and places a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose.
"Maybe we could order food in?"
"I don't think I want anyone in that storm," I breathe heavily, "I'll cook. You choose some movies."
He nods, lifting his heavy body away from me. I point over to the high shelves at the corner of the room that are filled with a combination of my and Alice's DVD collection.
I stand up, straightening my clothing "Spaghetti sound good?"
"Great," he says over his shoulder "is there any genre you are opposed to?"
"Nah, Alice and I aren't that picky. We even like a good horror now and then."
"Well there goes my plan to get you scared and being you shoulder to cry on" he teases.
I roll my eyes, walking to the kitchen, "you wish Mason!"
"Where's the blankets and stuff. It may get cold!" he shouts.
"Good plan! There's some in my room! First door to the right! And in the linen cupboard which is opposite."
I start preparing our dinner, with a practiced hand. My Grandma Marie from my mother's side was Italian, so I like to think I inherited some of her genius when it comes to Italian food.
As I potter around the kitchen, I debate on how far I should go with Edward. I have never slept with someone after knowing them for a few weeks, let alone a few days. But Edward, he is different from everyone else. I don't feel ready to have sex with him, but perhaps second base was in sight…
I stir my famous sauce with a wooden spoon, the appetising scent filling my nostrils.
"Smells good," Edward compliments, leaning against the doorjamb, watching me.
I grin over my shoulder, "Grandma Marie's recipe. I have a secret ingredient, which makes it practically… orgasmic" I wink.
He slowly walks over to me, growling "orgasmic… really?"
He picks my up, placing me on the counter besides the food. I wrap my arms and legs around him, my giggles turning into moans as he kisses up and down my neck slowly and sensually.
I close my eyes, tilting my head as he licks an intricate pattern upwards, leaving a hot, wet trail.
"Jesus, you gotta stop doing that, or the foods going to burn." I manage to say, eyes rolling.
"I'm more hungry for something else," he whispers, smoothing his hand up my leg suggestively.
"Is this payback for my comment on your corniness?" I am impressed that I can still form a sentence. He starts kissing my face, using his lips to trace the ridge of nose, my eyelids, and my brows. It is slow, it is sweet, it is all Edward.
A laugh rumbles in his chest, but he doesn't answer, continuing his exploration of my face.
"As much as I am enjoying this, the spaghetti is ready," I comment reluctantly.
He sighs, "We will finish this later?"
I detect a hopeful note in his tone. I stare him in the eye as I say my next words purposefully- "later."
…
We eat dinner in the kitchen, and to say it is a success is an understatement. After Edward awarded me with an extremely seductive moan (which made me want to crawl across the table and devour him) he begged me for the secret recipe, to which I of course I denied.
His response made me shiver however- "I have ways to make you talk, Isabella."
This MAN!
We flirt mercilessly, and exchange stories about our funny college experiences, and most embarrassing moments. I learn that he majored in music and was a bit of a rebel before College. It was a little bit up in the air, on whether he'd actually get in because of his increasingly mediocre grades and bad attitude. Luckily, he had managed to pull himself together within Senior Year and made a spectacular recovery that earned him a place at Julliard.
I in turn, admit that I am a bit of perfectionist. I like to keep on top of my work, and if I don't understand something, I tend pull all nighters to re-teach myself the material.
He teasingly calls me a geek, and I laughingly call him a pothead.
Whenever the subject of family comes up however, he becomes more introverted. He doesn't tell me anything. Not what his parent's names are, or whether he has siblings. It is frustrating, especially since I have told him all about my upbringing. He knows that both of my parents are remarried – Renee to Phil, and Charlie to Sue. He knows that I have a stepsibling on my father's side called Leah, who is sixteen and the typical, teenager- hateful of life and everyone in it.
Yet, all I know about Edward's family is that his best friend Emmett is like a brother to him, and has gotten him out of various sticky situations when he was a young, angry child.
I decide it is time to call him out on his stubbornness, so I place a hand on top of his, "Edward, what are your parents like?"
He looks down at his food, twiddling his second helping of spaghetti around his fork, "it's complicated."
I raise an eyebrow, but don't say anything, waiting patiently for him to expand.
He catches my expression and huffs, pushing his food away, "why do you want to know?"
I scoff, pulling my hand away "because you know practically everything there is about me, but I know nothing about your childhood or your family! Is it bad that I want to get to know you better?"
"Okay! Okay…" he sighs, and runs a hand over his face. He reaches over, and picks up my hand again, playing my fingers as he speaks.
"My parents names were Elizabeth and Edward Mason."
I swallow thickly, "were?"
He looks up, "they are dead Bella."
I get up from my seat opposite him to sit on his lap, bringing him into a comforting embrace, "I'm so sorry Edward" I whisper.
He presses his head against my chest, "it was a long time ago. I didn't know my dad, he died before I was born, hence why my mother named me after him."
I stay silent, letting him talk, "my mom had me at sixteen… but she was an absolutely incredible woman. She was a piano teacher and she loved to cook like you do. I miss her… a lot. She died in a car accident… on the way to meeting me."
His voice wavers towards the end, and his body gets limper as if the story is draining him. I tug the nape of his neck, so that I can look into his gorgeous emerald eyes.
They are shining with sadness, and what looked like guilt. I furrow my brow in confusion… what could he be possibly feeling guilty about?
"Why do you look so guilty? It was an accident Edward! It had nothing to do with you whatsoever! She would be so proud of you, if she saw you now. If she saw what a caring, sweet man you are."
He gives me a small smile, but none of the guilt leaves his features.
I press my lips against his for the hundredth time that evening, trying to take away all his pain.
He kisses me back, frustration pouring into his actions as he grips me to him. He nibbles at my bottom lip, licking the sting away, and moving his tongue against mine languidly. Passion seeps into the kiss, our faces crushing together.
When we break apart, we are both red and breathing heavily.
"Do you know how long I've waited for you?" he asks so quietly, as if he is talking to himself.
I blush, feeling his hard on against my ass, "shall we go watch a movie?"
Edward nods, standing up with me still in his arms. He carries me to the living room, before pausing nervously as I take in the sight.
He has made a blanket fort.
He had moved the coffee table to the far side of the room, and placed my purple comforter across the floor. The blankets from the linen cupboard form a roof swinging from one side of the room to the other, held up by invisible support. There were pillows on the floor forming a nest-like setting, and he had put the lamps on creating a warm, cosy glow.
I am embarrassed when tears started to fill my eyes; I feel like I have been taken back to my childhood; to a part of it, when I actually felt like a child.
"Edward" I breathe.
I look up at him, to find him staring at me with a look that would've brought me to my knees had I been standing. Adoration is radiating from him. How can our feelings be developing so damn quickly?
The question, rather than making me scared shitless like earlier, makes me smile. What have I done to deserve this wonderful man?
"I can put everything away if you don't like it?" he asks unsurely.
I place my fingers against his lips, "it's perfect."
We sit down, and he puts a DVD into the player.
He settles down next to me, and I snuggle into his chest. I marvel at the feel of his strong heartbeat against my cheek, and the mouth-watering scent that surrounded me, that was simply Edward.
When the entry of 'Deadpool' comes on, I look up surprised.
He shrugs, "there's action, gore, comedy and a bit of romance. Plus Reynolds is in it."
I grin, "Got a bit of a guy crush on Ryan Reynolds, Mason?"
He smirks at me, "I'm self assured enough to say yes to that question."
I laugh, and lie back down. I can't remember the last time I laughed so much with another person, other than Alice. Alice always has me in stitches without even trying, but Edward makes me feel so comfortable and happy. Unlike any other man I have ever dated.
"Thank you for telling me about your parents, Edward," I say after a moment.
His hand goes up and down my back, "you were right. You need to know more about me, especially now we're dating."
I rise up onto my forearms, looking down at him with wide eyes "dating?"
He chuckles, "Isabella, now that I have you, I am never going to let you go."
"So…" I prompt.
His face loses all its humour, and a serious look fills his face "Isabella Swan, would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?"
I watch him, running my fingertips up and down his cheek. He shivers at my touch.
"I'd love nothing more Edward Mason."
His face lights up, like a little boys at Christmas and I can't stop myself from leaning down. I kiss him sweetly. My curls fall over my shoulder, like a dark curtain, shielding us from the outside world. He weaves his fingers through them, whilst his other hand remains steady at my hip.
I raise my leg, so that I'm straddling his body. Our kisses growing insistent, as his teeth scrape against my lips and tongue deliciously... I groan, sending shakes through our kiss. He starts rising his hips, so I can feel his ever-growing erection against my increasingly wet pussy.
We make out heavily, moving our heads into angles that make our kisses impossibly deeper. Suddenly, it isn't enough. His hands travel under my sweater, his calluses feeling heavenly against my soft skin.
He yanks his head away, looking at me questioningly. I nod, knowing what he is asking. I cross my arms, pulling my top over my head, revealing my navy satin bra.
He sits up, and I help him pull off his shirt. It is the first time I have actually seen his body in full light, and it is glorious. He is lean, but he obviously works out, evident through his defined muscles.
He encircles my waist, so that we were skin to skin and starts devouring my neck, much like he did in the kitchen.
His fingers teasingly dance across my back, and up towards the latch of my bra, then back down again. His mouth lands on the part where my neck meets my shoulder, and he starts sucking, and biting the spot harshly but erotically. I gasp deeply.
Then my bra comes off, thrown to the side. He spins us around, so that I am beneath him.
He looks down at me, eyes on my breasts, "Jesus, they are even more beautiful than I imagined."
I blush, and he watches in amazement as the blush goes all the way down to my chest. Then my tattoo catches his eye- at the top of my ribcage, directly below my left breast.
"'I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do,'" He reads aloud, tracing the swirling words "Sputnik."
I look at him, surprised, "You know him?"
He smiles cockily, "I'm full of surprises."
He then leans down, swiping his wet tongue across my tattoo. I arch my back and he leaves wet kisses around my breasts, before blowing cold air over them, making my nipples hard.
"Please Edward" I beg, grinding against him desperately.
"What do you want baby?"
Reminded of the night of Rosalie's, I feel my underwear grow wet again.
"Kiss them," I push his head gently but forcefully towards my tits.
He obligingly drops a soft kiss against my right nipple, making me jerk. He then takes my breast into the wet concave of his mouth, and all breath leaves me as he suckles, and nibbles my nipple.
His hands go to my back, bringing me upwards so that my whole breast is in his mouth. I groan at the sensation, his light stubble adding wonderful friction.
He then lets go, and gives the same attention to my left nipple. The cold air hits my right breast, causing goose bumps to spread over my skin.
I feel one of his hands leaving my back, his nails scraping down my spine, around to my belly, down to the button of my jeans. He hovers there, but I am feeling impatient, so I flick the button myself.
His hand slips down the front of my jeans, and my breathing hikes. He draws around the lace of my underwear, then slips his hand fully in.
"Christ Bella, is all this for me?" he asks stunned, feeling my wetness.
"Only for you" I whisper.
He growls, kissing me furiously. His fingers then glide over my slick folds, massaging them, and making me gasp. He traces circles over my clit; I rise, trying to push them harder against me.
He glares playfully, pushing me softly but firmly down. He continues to tease my clit, with wonderful, probing touches while I whither.
Then he slides one finger into me. I squeeze my eyes tightly together, unable to control the moans that fall from my lips as he addsanother, moving them in and out. He curls them, hitting my G-spot.
He stares at me, like I am a rare jewel: with absolute awe and wonder. He looks at me like he cherishes me. He leaves sweet, tender pecks around my face that burn against my skin
"You are so tight and wet, Beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous." He murmurs between each loving kiss.
With the combination of his fingers, voice and mouth that has moved downward massaging my breasts at the same rhythm as his fingers, I close my eyes, the pit of my belly exploding as I come fast and hard. Stars dot my vision, and I collapse, sated and exhausted.
Edward removes his hand, and licks his fingers.
Was it possible, that after that insane orgasm, I could come again, seeing him do that?
"You are absolutely delicious. I don't think I have ever seen someone so stunning in my life."
I smile, dazed, "That was amazing. Thank you…"
I trail my own hand down his body towards his jeans, but he stops me, a painful smile spreading over his face.
"Not tonight baby."
I stare at him, shocked, "no? Are y-you… I mean, don't you want to?"
He crashes his lips against mine, "Bella, trust me, I am suffering a major case of blue balls. You have no idea how much I want you. But tonight is about you."
He gets off my body, lying down next to me and bringing me tightly to his side. My breasts press up against his bare skin.
"I'll repay you soon" I breathe.
He chuckles, "oh, I'll definitely take you up on that."
He hugs me to him, and I sigh as my eyes grow heavy.
"Stay tonight," I say, drearily.
"Really? You sure?"
"I don't want you out in the storm. I want you safe."
I feel a soft pressure against my hair, "okay, baby. Go to sleep."
I nod, burying myself deeper into his chest.
"Good night gorgeous."