A/N: I hope you all had a lovely Christmas and enjoy this lemony chapter!
Chapter 9
We lay there, cuddled in to each other for what felt like forever. My mind wavered off track as I thought about the 'advice' I had received from Rosalie and Alice before coming here. I realised that the night was still young...maybe I could use some of Rosalie's and Alice's tips later...but for now, I was happy enough to lay in my boyfriends arms, watching the sky change colour.
I had no idea what Edward had in store for me this evening. I assumed that I would arrive at his apartment and we'd just get straight to it; having sex. This was how it usually worked for me and my past boyfriends...although we wouldn't even set a date...it would just happen and be done with. How silly of me to have thought that Edward would be the same. He was a pure gentleman. He would never demand something of me that I didn't agree with or want to do. Edward was a romantic. I bet all his old long term girlfriends (although I knew he was more of the one night stand kind of guy for a while) swooned at the knees for him.
Edward was such a sweet guy for organising a special evening for just me and him at the last minute. He went through so much bother to get this night perfect, and that was something I was extremely grateful for. Having sex with him just now, was the best sex ever. He made me feel sexy, he made me feel beautiful, but most importantly, he made me feel loved. For me, it was not having sex at all. It was not shag, or a quickie, or just a casual screw between a couple. It was making love. I knew before I even came here this evening that I loved Edward, but after our lovely picnic and bonding, it became official. But it also showed me I was in love. And how in the hell was I supposed to tell Edward that?
EPOV
As soon as I got in after dropping Bella off yesterday, I made a desperate phone call to my mom. Although I had spent the whole day with her, I could not get to talk to her privately after Bella and I organised our date for today. Of course mom was completely helpful and sympathetic when I finally embarrassed myself and told her what the problem was. She suggested many ideas, but none of them seemed to feel right, but when she suggested showing Bella something special that she would enjoy and want to take photos of as it's her passion. I immediatly had the idea of setting up a picnic on the roof, and my mom agreed this was a wonderful idea, as the sun setting would look gorgeous.
The next morning mom came round and organised everything, from food to bedding, with Rosalie helping me with what I should wear. They were honestly amazing. Thank fuck for having women like them in my life! I arranged with Frank to clean everything off the roof once I gave him a phone call and told him we'd returned to my apartment. I tried to pay him, but he laughed it off and insisted he'd do it for free, as Bella and I reminded him of himself and his wife.
When Bella walked through the roof door, I nearly came in my pants right there and then. She looked even more beautiful than usual, with her hair curled and her camera slung round her neck with the most adorable dress on. I was one lucky man.
I watched Bella in fascination as she took photos of the amazing view from the roof. She'd bite her lip and scrunch up her forehead in concentration as she looked through the lens, deciding on the correct angle. She pulled away, looking at the screen on the camera which showed the pictures she'd just taken. She beamed, obviously proud of them and then twirled round, as if she could feel me watching her.
We started our picnic and it was delicious. But what caught me by surprise was when she started sucking on to that strawberry. Watching her licking that strawberry went straight down to my dick as it stirred awake in my pants. She obviously noticed, and blushed a gorgeous pink.
We continued to feed each other strawberries, which was the sexiest thing when she ate the strawberry I had had in my mouth. Things started to heat up between us, and we started to do what we came here to do. I was pleased with myself when I noticed the hickey starting to form on her neck from where I sucked, and this just spurred me on. Once all of Bella's clothes were off, I was in awe. She was the most beautiful angel I had ever seen in my life. Her breasts were just the perfect size for me to hold on to and nibble; not too big and not too small. And when I finally pulled down her gorgeous lace panties, I was greeted with the most glorious site; her wet, glistening pussy beckoning me closer. She tasted divine, and she loved it when I fingered her and licked up her slit. I was ready for her when she came as I licked up all her cum, sucking it off my fingers. She tasted wonderful and not disgusting like some other girls. Her face when she orgasmed was stunning; her cheeks were flushed, her hair sprayed out around the bedding and her eyes closed. It made me feel amazing as I watched her twitch and grip the bedding with all her mite because I had done this; I had made Bella orgasm from just touching her pussy with my fingers and tongue.
After this, we took things slowly as I thrusted into her. We had all the time in the world and were not in any rush to explode. The way she moaned my name over and over along with lots of 'fucks' and 'shits' went straight down to my dick. I felt her walls tightening around me as she came again, with me just behind her. After I pulled out of her, we chatted for a while, and I found it extremely hard to believe that nobody had called her beautiful. One thing was certain. After that mind blowing sex (although love making seems more appropriate) I was officially head over heels for Isabella Swan...with no idea how to tell her.
And here we were now, cuddled into each other, me thinking up the best ways to tell her I love her, and Bella blissfully quiet. I almost thought she was asleep, but I felt her start to shiver. "Are you cold?" I ask her; worried she'd been shivering for ages, whilst I thought about us making love and failed to notice.
BPOV
"Are you cold?" Edward whispered, sensing me shivering.
"A little," I said, although me teeth betrayed me and started to chatter.
"Shall we go to my apartment then?" Edward whispered, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.
I nodded, and he helped pull me up. I bit my lip when I saw how glorious he looked, standing there, naked, his sex-hair sticking up all over the place. God, and his cock was so fucking hot.
I grabbed a blanket from the pile, wrapping it around me as I went in search for my clothes. I vaguely heard Edward on the phone, but he hung up and turned to look at me.
"What are you doing?" Edward called.
"Getting my stuff," I said.
"It's already taken care of," Edward said.
I frowned, but nodded...although it did seem like a weird thing to say.
"And you won't be needing this!" Edward laughed, as he tugged the blanket away from my body. I shrieked, covering my body with my hands.
"What the fuck are you doing!" I cry as Edward picks up my camera and takes a photo.
"I just wanted to savour the moment," Edward shrugged. "You look beautiful."
"I swear this could very nearly be classed as porn..." I yelp, grabbing the camera from him, not before he takes a few more photos.
Edward says nothing, but winks and gives me the cheekiest grin ever.
"We can get rid of the 'very nearly' bit later tonight, if you want," Edward smirks.
I wrap the blanket around me again, and Edward raises his eyebrows, but grabs one and ties it round his waist, leaving his gorgeous chest uncovered.
"You're loss," Edward chuckles.
I give in and take some photos of Edward looking completely fuckable. He smirks, grabbing my hand, and leading me towards the fire escape door. Edward suddenly stops, reaching down to grab something lace, black and skimpy.
"I am not leaving this," Edward grins as he carries my panties in his other hands. I stare at him horrified, but he just leads me down the stairs to his apartment. Somehow once we reach his door, it's unlocked. Edward just smiles at me when I ask him about it...does he have elves working for him?
"So...round two?" Edward asks, shutting the door and locking it slowly. The lock makes a loud click noise and Edward stalks towards me like a predator. I swallow; backing up until my knees hit the couch.
He kneels down in front of me, between my legs. He slowly tugs my blanket unloose and chucks it behind him. I don't have the urge to try and cover up. He's seen me naked now and so I'm not embarrassed anymore. He looks at my body, his eyes pausing on my pussy. He kisses down my tummy, biting and licking the skin until he reaches the destination he desires. He pushes open my legs and his eyes go dark.
"You're already wet for me?" He groans, glancing up at me.
"Always," I whimper.
He growls lowly. He teases me by gently flicking his fingers against my clit, before kissing up my thighs agonizingly slow.
"Please," I moan.
He slowly inserts a finger into me and I arch into him. I look down to see him watching me as he inserts another finger into me. I lift one leg over his shoulder, leaning down into him, moaning once a third finger is inside me.
"Fuck," He growls, pumping his fingers in and out of me. "You're so wet and tight." He continues to pump his fingers into me, gently but at the same time rough. His thumbs start to roll around my clit and around my folds.
"Shit, Edward," I groan.
"Do you like me when I finger fuck you?" He says sexily. Oh my god, there is nothing hotter than hearing Edward talk dirty to me.
"Fuck yes," I groan. He smirks.
"What about when I do this?" Edward twists his fingers upwards, hitting me in the perfect spot. My body starts to shake as my walls start to clench around him and then I cum, crying out Edwards' name.
Once my breathing returns back to normal, Edward slinks up my body, trailing kisses up my collarbone until he reaches my neck, kissing a tender spot. I stiffen and he pulls away as my hand trails upwards to my neck as I reach the sensitive spot.
"You didn't?" I ask as I prod the hickey.
"Oh, I did," Edward smirks. "Now every guy that looks at you will know you're mine."
"Protective, are we?" I laugh, needing more of him again as I grow impossibly hornier.
He nods his head, whilst reaching round me and picking me up. I wrap my arms round his neck and my legs around his waist. He stumbles over to the door I know leads to his bedroom. Once in there, he lays me gently on the bed and pleasures me all night long, until I cry out his name numerous times and we call it a night as we're both shattered from our late night activities.
I wake up the next morning against Edward's chest. One of his arms is slung round me protectively and his breath tickles me cheek. I peer down at our bodies, noticing that we're both naked, the sheets tangled around our feet, and our feet tangled around one another.
I look back up at Edward, his hair unbelievably messy, sticking up all over the place from where my hands ruffled it. I stroke his chest, trailing my fingers up and down his abs. Still I have no luck in waking him, and so twirl my finger over his nipple. He moans quietly, tightening his arm around me and pulling me in closer.
"Morning, beautiful," Edward sighed, kissing my forehead.
"Good morning, handsome," I tease, running my hand up and down his arm.
"How long have you been up?" Edward replied. "Did you sleep well?"
"Only about 5 minutes," I answered. "Of course I did: I was with you. Although I didn't get enough sleep from our late night activities. I mean, seriously, Edward you woke me up at 3AM and 6AM to have sex...are you normally this horny?"
"No, I'm not usually," Edward grunts. "But I can't help it when I wake up in the night and my dick is pressed against you and you rub against it!"
"I did not rub against it!" I object, pushing backwards.
"Yeah you did," Edward snapped.
"No, I didn't!"
"Who gives a fuck anyway?" Edward says quietly. "It was the best night of my life."
I tilt upwards and pull him down towards me, and then I remember about morning breath and back away.
"I need to wash and get cleaned up," I explain.
"Is that an invitation?" Edward winks.
"No, I mean...not a shower...I need to brush my teeth!" I blush, emberassed.
"I don't give a shit," Edward whines and leans forwards. Off course his breath doesn't smell.
"Well I do!" I shriek, covering my mouth and hopping out of bed. I forget that I'm butt naked until the cold air hits me and my nipples harden. Edwards jaw drops as he stares at them.
"You're even more beautiful in day light," He says.
I roll my eyes and ignore his comment as I spin round and head into the bathroom, making sure to wiggle my ass. "I'll be out in a minute, lover boy!" I call, slamming the door shut.
I open the cabinet where I know Edward keeps his spare toothbrushes and brush my teeth. My mind wanders off track, as I think of our night. In all honesty, I did rub against Edwards' cock a few times in the night and I knew he liked it, so he shouldn't complain. I laugh to myself as I carefully drop the toothbrush in the little cup Edward uses to store his brush. I smile at the sight of the toothbrushes leaning up against each other, before I realise I'm losing my head. I wash my face to wake me up a bit, and try to brush through my hair with my fingers in order to tidy a bit, but then I realise its sex hair, and I suppose Edward likes it like that.
I walk out the bathroom and immediatly frown; Edward is not in bed. It's then that I hear pots and pans clashing together in the kitchen. I grab a shirt from Edwards's drawer and pull it on over my head. It falls around mid thigh. I don't bother to pull on something for my bottom half as the shirt was the perfect length for me to just bend over slightly...and give a little flash to him. He'd love it, especially if I was wearing his shirt.
I trudge into the kitchen and physically lick my lips at the sight of Edward in some low slung, grey sweatpants with no shirt on. He smiles as he notices me entering and his eyes appreciatively eye up his shirt on me.
"See something you like?" I flirt with him, twirling round. He gasps when he catches a flash of my ass.
"What the fuck?" He gulps, watching me.
"Edward, can you do something for me?" I ignore him, innocently fluttering my eyelashes up at him as I saunter up to him until he's pressed up against the counter.
"Anything," he chokes.
"I want you to fuck me," I say seductively, biting my lip and staring up at him under my lashes.
"Excuse me?" He's literally drooling in shock.
"I want you to fuck me hard against your counters," I repeat slowly, watching him breathe out rapidly.
I had thought about this in the bathroom this morning. Last night was beyond amazing, the way his hands palmed my body and he thrusted into me slowly and gently...but now I wanted it hard and fast as I knew he would not disappoint me in this way. And besides, the sex was bound to be amazing.
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.
"You won't," I say impatiently, standing up on my tiptoes and grabbing him round the neck to pull him down. My lips mould to his, my hands sliding up into his hair. I can tell he's still not responding to my touch, so I push my hips in to his as he groans against my mouth. It does the trick as he picks me up and drops me on the island in the centre of the kitchen. I gasp at the coldness of the counter on my butt. His lips immediatly take control of my own, as he pushes open my mouth with his tongue and explores it. His hands roughly slide over my chest and breasts, nowhere near as gentle and as delicate as last night. Last night he treated me like a china doll; fragile, delicate and easily breakable, but today he was the opposite.
My hand trails down his bare chest, feeling my way along his pecks. My hand then dips between us to my wet core, as I desperately seek to relive some of the tension down there. Edward pulls back roughly to look at my hand pumping inside of me. It's not nearly as pleasurable as when he does it, but it still drawers moans from my mouth.
"Allow me," Edward grunts as he pushes my hand out the way, and pumps his fingers into me. I scrape at his shoulders madly, and he groans, picking up the pace. I push down his trousers with my feet, grab his cock and line it up. His fingers leave my pussy, and I am about to object, when he shoves into me with such force that I am pushed backwards, so I am lying, flat against the counter top. He growls as his knees bang against the cupboards with each thrust, but does not slow down. It only spurs him on even more.
He stops for a minute, both of us groaning at the loss, but clambers up on top of the counters and starts to burry himself into me again. I wrap my legs tightly round his back, rocking up into each of his thrusts as we hit a completely different angle. He tears at his shirt on me, not stopping until it's over my head and thrown across the room. His mouth comes down on to my breasts, nipping roughly at my perk nipples, causing me to cry out in delight and mildly pain. His left hand fondles my right breast, whilst his right hand grips onto the counter above my head, using it as leverage to thrust.
"Oh, fuuuuuck," He growls into my breasts, devouring them with his tongue and teeth. "Look at your tits."
I look down and gasp at the sight of them jiggling up, down and from side to side in time with each of his thrusts. His mouth tries to grab hold of them, but he gives up in vain when they just bounce away from him. Instead, his mouth comes down on mine, shoving his tongue down into my mouth before I can even grasp what he is doing. My breasts start to tingle as they slide against his sweaty chest and the feeling slowly starts to wander down to my hot, wet centre.
"So wet and tight, baby," Edward growls against my mouth, occasionally biting down on my lips. "Fucking shiiiiiit, you feel gooooood."
My hands stop clawing at his back before sliding once again between our hot, drenched bodies, stroking my clit and moaning loudly, as I arch my back, momentarily causing my breasts to stop bouncing as they are pushed up into Edward.
"I'm...fuck...don't stop...I'm...uhhhhhhh...cumming!" I cry out as the euphoric feeling of our sweaty bodies sliding together and the sound of slapping skin on skin throws me over the edge and into bliss. "EDWARRRRDDDDD!" I scream, biting down onto his shoulder to muffle my voice, although I have no idea why.
"Uhhhhhh...Bella...yesssss...fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk!" Edward groans as he joins me, both of our bodies twitching out of control as we come down from our high. Our bodies slowly stop moving against one another, as our breathing becomes calmer. Edward palms at my breasts gently, licking his way up my cleavage to my mouth, although he does not touch it. Something clicks in his eyes and he stares at me, long and hard, his eyes flitting backwards and forwards between each of mine.
"Did I hurt you?" Edward whispers, stroking my face.
"What?" I cry in shock. How could he think he hurt me? "Of course not, baby."
"Are you sure?" Edward asks, somehow doubting me.
"I'm sure," I sigh, stroking his neck. "Why would you think that?"
"It's just..." He sighs, pulling away from me and reaching down to the floor, pulling up his sweatpants and turning away from me.
"Edward?" I whisper, hurt that he doesn't want to look at me and doesn't trust me enough to tell me what he's thinking.
"I'm so sorry, Bella," He whispers, leaning against the counter, his back to me.
I sit up slowly, and hop down onto the cold floor, and walk up to him, wrapping my arms around his chest. He stiffens. My eyes water and I pull away, grabbing at the shirt on the ground and pulling it on, covering myself.
"What's going on, Edward?" I whisper.
"I can't believe I lost control," He mutters to himself. "Bella, I haven't been intimate with anybody that way in...well since last year when...ya know...and I got so carried away, that some young, inexperienced girls got hurt. I swore to never act that way again...and I'd detest myself if I ever did something like that again...but now that I've done it to you...you who I..."
"Edward?" I gasp sadly, hearing him talking about his past like this and not being able to finish his sentence.
"I care about you, Bella...so much and I don't ever want to see you get hurt...especially from something I did...or if I lost control...I couldn't live with myself..." Edward murmured quietly, still not facing me. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"
"Edward, I'm positive you didn't hurt me...Look, if you ever hurt me...I'll let you know...but please don't think like that...I'd hate for you to hate yourself that much that you turned suicidal..." I replied, not really knowing how to talk to him about this issue. "Thank you for sharing that information with me...but it doesn't change the way I feel about you..."
"How do you feel about me, Bella?" He whispers so quietly, that I turn to him, shocked at his question. I'm not ready to tell him how I truly feel I chant in my head. But after he shared that personal information with me, and my growing feelings towards him, I feel like I have too...otherwise I'd never tell him and that would break my heart.
"Edward...I...I love you," I say quickly, shutting my eyes. It would be easier if he would tell me my feelings were not returned if I couldn't see his face when he told me.
"Open your eyes, Bella," Edward's breath tickles against my cheeks. I open them and am greeted with the most gorgeous view ever...Edward smiling...Edward smiling down at me...his eyes watering slightly...but smiling. "Bella, I love you so much."
I smile up at him, with probably the world's goofiest grin stretched upon my face, but I don't care because Edward Cullen loves me! We don't move, just laugh at each other, shyly, our eyes shining with joy and also happy tears, but Edward slowly starts to lean down towards me...until his lips caress mine gently. I don't push him for anything else, but he pulls away, to grin at me once more.
"I...love...you...so...much," he whispers in between kisses.
"And it's because I love you, that I want to be completely honest with you..."I explain. "I'm so sorry I encouraged you to do something you weren't fully happy about, but it means so much that you love me enough to go along with it anyways. I'm so sorry, Edward...you probably didn't enjoy it..." I frown, looking down, blushing.
"What!" Edward laughs. "Bella, I was with you...of course I enjoyed our sex just then...and I'd happily do it again...as long as I don't hurt you and you're up for it!"
I nod, smiling as I reach up and kiss him, my hands trailing across his back before I freeze as I pull away, and gasp as my hand comes away with blood on it. I turn Edward around and gasp at his beautiful back, now covered in ugly scars and scratches from where I clawed at him last night and this morning.
"I'm so sorry," I cry. "Never mind you hurting me; look at what I did to your back!"
"Yeah," Edward chuckles. "And look at what I did to your neck."
Smartass.
"That's not the same thing," I bite my lip. "I'm ever so sorry, Edward."
"Don't be," Edward grins. "It was worth it."
I raise my eyebrows hesitantly, but he does seem to be telling the truth. We make out gently for a bit, before Edward remembers our breakfast and continues preparing it, washing his hands first though. I smile at him as he stirs the pan, eyebrows creased in concentration.
"Edward?" I call over to him.
"Yes?"
"I love you," I blush, smiling. Now that our feelings were out in the open, I couldn't help but repeat them every 5 minutes.
"I love you too, Bella," He chuckles, before returning his attention back to breakfast.
Once he's finished he carries our plates and dishes to the kitchen table. I hop down from the counter and wince, hobbling round to follow him. I feel a bit sore down there, as if my skin has been stretched repeatedly...well I suppose it has. Edward notices and immediatly his eyes flash, meeting mine in worry.
"You're hurt," Edward whispers.
"What do you expect?" I reassure him. "We've been at it all night...it was bound to have some effects on me...I've never had sex this many times before in such a short period...my body isn't used to it."
He slowly breathes out in relief, kissing me lightly before pulling out a chair for me. Always the gentleman.
"So I suppose another round is out of it," I giggle once we're finished.
"Sorry," he sighs.
"Quit apologising, Cullen," I growl. "It's not your fault...but I do have an idea...I mean...you're not sore, right?"
"No..." He frowns.
"Good," I get up slowly, grab his hand and tow him to the bathroom, leaving our dishes on the table. I shrug out of Edward's shirt and am about to clamber in the shower, before Edward stops me and turns to his huge Jacuzzi in the corner.
"You'll feel better after a good, long soak," he explains, turning on the taps and jumping backwards as warm water sprays out from various angles. He pours lovely scented bubble bath in and then helps me get in. He's right, of course. I do feel better soaking and I moan in appreciation as I lean my head back against the edge of the tub. I'm then aware of Edward's eyes on me. I open one eye and smile.
"Are you coming in then, or what?" I smirk.
He laughs, shoving his trousers down and climbing in behind me, so that I'm lying between his legs. I rest my head against his chest, his fingers playing with my hair. His fingers vary pressure on my head, as he gives me a massage. I moan lowly, shifting and giggle as I feel his cock spring to attention against my back.
"I'm so sorry, Bella," He grunts. "I'd better get out n-"
I move round, so I'm kneeling in the water, facing him as I lick my lips. He swallows.
"Bella, I don't think-"
"Relax," I instruct. When I asked Edward after breakfast if he was sore and he confirmed he wasn't, I was planning on giving him some special attention in the shower. After all, it only seemed fair as I hadn't given him a blow job yet, and he had treated me like a Goddess last night. Besides, I wanted to make Edward feel good.
"Sit on the edge of the tub," I order, and smirk as he does so, and quickly too. "You made me feel so amazing last night and this morning, baby...I want you to feel good too."
His breathing hitches and he watches me in anticipation as I rest my hands on his knees and slowly trail them upwards. My right hand traces a circle around his cock and he gasps, pushing his hips forwards as I brush against it lightly with a feather touch.
I let my right hand wrap itself around his base and he groans, his eyes struggling to remain open on me. I start to pump his penis at a fast pace, and he's not expecting it, as he closes his eyes, and growls. I continue to do this for a minute, before growing impatient and wanting to give him something even more pleasurable. I stop pumping and his eyebrows scrunch in confusion, although he does not open his eyes.
"Look at me, Edward," I whisper against his cock, erupting goose bumps along his legs.
He slowly looks down at me and I smirk as I slide his cock into my mouth. He's frozen in shock as he watches me, watching him from under my eyelashes with a slight smile on my face as I manage to take most of him in...and he's a big boy, let me tell you! I tell him he's a big boy as I slowly pull off him before taking him in again. His eyes widen in shock at what I call him and he moans my name.
EPOV
" Belllllaaaaaa," I moan helplessly. It's not just that she's taken nearly all of me in, but it's that she has a constant smirk fixed upon her face as if she knows just what she's doing to me.
She continues at a good rhythm as I start to tingle all over in preparation for me Cumming from the best blow job I had ever received. She senses I'm close and brings her hands up to each of my balls, tickling them in her palms as I fidget on the edge of the bath tub, occasionally lifting my leg up as I twitch at the sensation of her wet...warm...mouth making its way up and down my cock. I brace my arms on the edge of the tub, trying to hold up most of my weight with them, because if I didn't, I'd probably fall backwards on the floor.
I prop one leg up on the edge of the tub, giving her more access to my balls, as she rubs them gently which I'm thankful for as some previous girls I've fucked, seem to think I love it when they go crazy and pinch at them and sometimes even scratch them. I mean, for fucks sake! They're not nipples! With balls you have to be gentle and light...that's what I like best anyway. It's teasing.
Her mouth leaves my cock and the cold air around us reacts against my warm and drenched cock. Her tongue lightly prods against one of my balls...fucking shit! That feels good! Nobody had ever licked my balls before! She grins as one of them bounces away from her as I twitch and growl, my arms slipping frantically at the edges of the tub, trying to remain upright.
"Please...god...I'm close...I'm...uhhhh...fuck!" I moan helplessly, struggling to keep my eyes open.
She smirks, and returns her mouth to my cock, but as she pulls back, she runs her teeth against it, which rewards a loud hiss from me as I twitch once before exploding in her mouth. I'm speechless as I watch her throat move as she swallows my salty goodness down. After the best blow job ever, she has a lot to gulp down, but she doesn't seem fazed. Once she's sure there's no more cum, she licks my head once before grabbing my weak arms and pulling me back down into the water with a loud splash.
She straddles me and then places her mouth over mine to give me a taste of myself. A light sheen of sweat covers me, but she washes it away with the water as my breathing returns to normal.
"Bella, fuck! Thank you," I mumble and she smiles at me. "I love you, baby."
She grins and tells me she loves me too. We lay against each other, before I remember that Bella's a bit sore, and I should focus my attention on her. I grab the soap from the side and rub it against her pussy and she moans with her head dropping onto my shoulder. I wash all of her body gently and slowly, until she looks radiantly clean to match the smiles on each of our faces.
I help her out the tub, grabbing a towel from the towel rack and dry her off with it. She then dries me off slowly, but I do the rest when she finds it hard to lean down and dry my legs what with her achy skin. I dress her in one of my T-shirts again and gently pull up one of my boxer shorts, stroking her hip afterwards. I pull on my sweatpants again, then scoop her up and carry her out to the sitting room, where I pull blankets over her before putting our breakfast dishes in the wash. I then hear the phone ringing in the living room and run to answer it.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hey, son! How are you?" Carlisle greets me.
"Oh, hey, Dad!" I smile. My parents meant the world to me and I was always happy to hear from them. "Yeah, I'm great actually!"
Bella giggles from the couch and I smile.
"This doesn't have something to do with a certain Bella Swan, does it?" Dad chuckles. "Your Mom told me about how she organised last night," He explains.
"You guys know me too well," I grin. "What can I do for you?"
"Well I was going to ask if you were still coming to work tonight, but I know the signs of somebody who is in love and doesn't want to be interrupted!" Dad laughs.
"Dad," I whine, embarrassed at Bella watching me. "Well...I'd hate to leave you on your own tonight...but well...yeah...can I have tonight off?" I bite my lip, hoping this doesn't cause too many problems. "I promise to make it up to you!" I added.
"Of course you can, Edward!" Carlisle says. "You have a lovely evening with Bella, alright?"
"I will," I grin about to hang up.
"Edward?" Dad calls before I hang up.
"Yep?"
"I'm so proud of you," Dad says, and then the line goes dead as he hangs up. I frown, wondering what he meant, before shrugging it off and jumping on the couch next to Bella as she squeals, throwing a cushion at my head. The rest of the day was spent perfectly because we spent it lying on the couch together, talking, watching films, making out and telling one another that we loved each other every 5 minutes. God, I was head over heels for Bella.
A/N: So Edward's a total gentleman, worried that he'd hurt Bella! Please let me meet a guy just like Edward! Haha!
So I have an idea of where this story is going to go, but I fear it may be on the short side, so I'm going to have a go at expanding my ideas. Thank you to everyone who is sticking with this story, even if I suck at uploading! You guys are awesome! Please review and let me know what you thought about the chapter or the story in general! I love reading what you guys think!
Sophie xxx