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Chapter 18

XXX – Show Me Yours – XXX

I groaned as I moved my head to the side and felt Edward's breath against my ear. It was still dark in the room so I knew it couldn't be morning already, but his body oh so close to mine was definitely waking some parts of my body.

I subtly tilted my neck and spotted an alarm clock on his bedside table stating that it was 3:30. I sighed; happy I still had plenty of time to be with him like this.

We had waited for so long to be together and to say that last night had been perfect was an understatement.

My girlie bits were relieved to finally be getting some quiet time away from plastic toys.

Edward's arm was casually draped over my waist under the blanket as he spooned me. His fingers were smoothly brushing over my belly with every breath I took.

His scent mixed with mine and sex filled the room around us. The more I took in my surroundings, the more turned on I got.

I had a naked Edward Cullen lying behind me, being the big spoon and I was wide awake and feeling a little cocky.

So, being the perpetually desperately horny chick that I was, or what my girlie bits seemed to want me to be, I decided to have a little fun.

I started by subtly grinding my ass against Edward's general crotch area. I mean, I had no idea if he was a grow-er or a show-er. But I was willing to find out.

Many times over.

I brought my hand behind my butt, trying not to wake him as I explored his junk. He sighed but didn't seem to be awake as I found out he was definitely a show-er.

Interesting.

I subtly brought his now semi-hard dick, cause ya know, apparently it gets hard even if you play with it while they sleep, to rest between my thighs, spreading some of my juices around it so that I would glide easily against my skin. As I closed my thighs around him and brought my hips back, the tip of his cock slid up against my clit.

Score one for Swan.

That actually worked better than expected.

I felt Edward grow harder as I thrust my hips against him, my wetness coating him with every pass. It was unfair for him to not be enjoying this as much as I was, but dayum, it was way too late to wake him up now that I had already manhandled him.

I could always plead sex-deprived sleep disorder.

I mean, once you have sex with your boyfriend, isn't it automatic that you don't go back to being platonic?

And do men every refuse sex? Really?

So there.

I had found my resolve as I pinched and played with my own nipples, so used to the feel of my own hands on my body that when I felt Edward's hands trail up my stomach and rest on my breast I stopped my movements, suddenly afraid to wake him.

"Don't stop, sweetheart," Edward's free hand returned to my hip, softly urging me to grind back against his groin, "You are such a dirty girl, Isabella."

Drench. Flood. Wet. Aroused. Torrential downfall.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head and a low hum erupted out of my throat at hearing the sound of his voice crackle with sleep but so commanding spurring me on to get my release.

Edward's hands gently caressed my skin as he thrust his hips in sync with mine.

Could this man be any hotter?

Ehmm, no.

Impossible.

"Oh, God, Edward,... so... close." I mewled, grinding my ass against him, meeting his every thrust.

His cock, ever so thick and hard; the tip hitting my clit at just the right angle with every stroke, slid against my opening capturing more wetness with every pass.

"I know, baby." Edward kissed my shoulder and the column of my neck then whispered, "Cum for me, Isabella."

"Oh, fuck." I gasped. His husky voice causing me to shiver sent me over the edge. "Fuck, right there... shit."

"That's it, sweetheart, let it go." Edward sucked on the skin behind my ear and thrust into me a few more times before I felt hot spurts of liquid drip down over my thigh, and into the sheet.

I stilled my movements and steadied my breathing as I came down from my orgasm. Edward removed his now flaccid, but still impressive member from the death-grip of my thighs and held me close to him, steadying his own breath.

"I'm sorry I woke you." I giggled turning my head to look at him while trying not to move too much. The last thing I wanted to do was spread around the mess I currently had dripping all over my thigh.

"I'm not." Edward chuckled and nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck. "That was the beast wake-up call ever."

"Well, it was either that or a blow job." I smirked, waiting for his reaction.

"Oh, God, yeah... that would have been good too." He nodded pensively.

I smiled at the look he had on his face, "Now, not that I don't love all of this bonding we're doing but your spunk is kind of getting all crusty all over my thigh area over here." I motioned to my midsection and then proceeded to move the sheet and blankets slowly, gently pulling them off of me.

Edward chuckled and kissed my cheek, "Hold on, I'll go get you a washcloth."

He turned on the lamp on the nightstand and rolled out of bed. I watched with fascination as his naked butt cheeks retreated out of the bedroom door.

When Edward came back with a wet cloth, I cleaned myself up and then some of the sheet and returned to my side of the bed, avoiding the now annoyingly, and never talked about, wet spot.

I also blinked a couple of times and averted my eyes 'cause I was sooo staring at his junk.

Edward turned off the light and resumed his earlier position behind me, except now he was probably lying on the damp puddle.

"You know the bed is big enough for both of us, right?"

He kissed my cheek and pulled me closer to him, "Yeah, but I really love holding you like this."

"That's just 'cause you like it when I'm naked." I giggled and wiggled in his grasp.

Edward chuckled, "Well, there's that too, I'm not gonna lie."

I yawned, my body betraying me, telling me I needed to sleep since it was now close to four thirty in the morning.

"G'night, beautiful."

"G'night, Edward." I smiled and drifted off to sleep.

XOXOXOXO

I stretched and yawned, feeling around for Edward before opening my eyes since it seemed like there was some kind of bright light shining right on my face.

I could only assume that the curtains were drawn and that sunlight was streaming in through the window.

The only other option was that Edward had decided to wake me by mounting a huge spotlight next to the bed.

Option two was unlikely but speaking of Edward, I stretched my arms as far as they would go, felt around further and came to the conclusion that he wasn't in the bed.

I rolled out of bed and took one of his white dressy button up shirts from his closet and put it on. I had always wanted to do that but had never had a boyfriend who actually wore those types of clothes.

Score two for Swan.

Are we keeping track?

No.

Good, 'cause we're probably at five hundred seventy nine by now.

Shut up.

Just sayin'.

I looked at myself in the mirror and admired the way the oversized shirt fit on my body. I rolled up the sleeves and left the top three buttons undone. I noticed how it came mid-thigh. Perfect length since I wasn't wearing underwear.

I left his room and explored the hallway, desperate for a bathroom. Like the rest of the house that I had seen the previous night, when I found the nearest bathroom, it was also breathtaking.

There was an entire wall of windows looking out to a wooded area. In front of the window was an antique white claw tub and fixtures. The original hard wood floor was accented by clean light sand colored walls and steel blue towels, rugs and accessories.

I quickly did my business, brushed my hair and washed my hands. I also made a mental note to bring an overnight bag next time.

And I promised myself that there would definitely be a next time.

I padded my way down the stairs and immediately noticed the smell of bacon wafting through the air.

My stomach registered the smell of food and started to make embarrassing noises.

Great, here I was trying to be all seductive and maybe get myself some morning lovin' and my own body was betraying me.

Stupid stomach.

I walked to the kitchen and leaned against the doorjamb, staring at Edward's ass as he seamlessly moved around the kitchen.

I was very grateful to every God out there that he hadn't bothered to put on a shirt because staring at Edward's back muscles was almost as hypnotic as ogling his ass.

Said ass was covered by a simple pair of flannel lounge pants that hung so low on his hips, I could almost see a sliver of butt crack.

I swallowed hard and worried my bottom lip, desperately trying to not moan out loud.

But the crazy scenarios in my head wouldn't stop.

Like the many ways he could bend me over that counter top and pound into me.

Or, I could hop onto the breakfast bar and have him nibble at me a little.

Or I could go on my knees and worship his cock while he ate breakfast.

Or I could just check myself into the nearest crazy house.

"How do you like your eggs, sweetheart?"

Shit.

I cleared my throat, "Overeasy." Just like me.

What is it with this man, one, or two tastes and I'm hooked.

He's like heroin.

That's it; he's my own personal brand of sexual heroin.

Wait, does that make sense?

"Bella, you can come in and have a seat, baby." Edward beckoned me, not bothering to turn around yet again.

I was seriously failing at the whole 'seduce Edward by wearing his shirt' thing.

"Smells good." I kept my spot by the doorway and kept watching his back and arm muscles as he put the last of the cooked bacon into a serving dish.

Edward finally turned to look at me as he plated our food. "Shit," he dropped the bacon back into the serving dish, "That shirt looks good on you, baby."

I watched in awed fascination as the front of his pants went from flat to pointy in about two point four seconds and instinctively licked my lips.

Edward walked over to me and cupped my cheek in his hand and gave me a sweet smile before pressing his lips to mine. He tasted like bacon which made my stomach decide to make itself known, letting out a loud growl.

Edward chuckled and pulled back from his kiss, "How 'bout we feed your stomach first. We have the rest of the day to hang out and... stuff."

Edward kissed my nose and turned to get our plates off the counter and put them on the breakfast bar.

I distractedly walked over to the breakfast bar and sat down in front of a huge plate of food, "What kind of stuff did you have in mind?" I took the fork and circled the plate of food with it, "This is enough to feed me for three days."

Edward gave me that look from under his long dark eyelashes that made my knees weak, "Oh, I had a few ideas, but we can discuss those later, after we've fueled up."

I just nodded and dug in 'cause truthfully, I was starving.

XOXOXOXO

We did the dishes and told each other stories about our childhood. Turns out Edward and I both had dishes to do as chores when we were kids. Our mothers had both used some of the same tactics on us to get us to clean up after ourselves and such.

"I think my mother is crazier, she once told me that her and my father used to do it in the back seat of their car. And apparently that was how I was conceived. Seriously, who tells their kid that kind of shit?"

Edward chuckled loudly, "I guess that's a good one. Thankfully, I have no idea how or where I was conceived, and I seriously do not want to know."

I shuddered, "I know right? I had no idea how to respond to her statement. And she just sat there and spoke to me like I was just another one of her girlfriends."

"Wow, what do you think she'll say when she meets me?"

Hmm, what would Renee say?

I let out an unladylike snort, "She'd probably tell me to keep you around because we'd make pretty babies together."

Edward wiped his hands on his dish towel and came to stand behind me as I let the water out of the sink. I shivered when I felt his hands skim up my thigh and lift the shirt in their passing until they were at my waist.

"I didn't know you were naked under there, my naughty girl."

I swallowed audibly as tremors passed through my body from the sudden lust and need I felt for this man. How we could go from having innocent conversations about our formative years to his mouth pressing delicious kisses on my neck was beyond me but I accepted it all greedily.

"Hmmm, Edward, I love it when you talk to me that way."

"Yeah? What do you like about it, baby?"

Oh, god. Was I supposed to spell it out for him?

Edward continued to kiss his way from my shoulder blades to the hollow underneath my earlobe as his thumbs drew slow circles on my hips.

I could feel his hard cock pressed against my lower back, driving my insatiable need for him even further.

Evidently, I was indefinitely Edward's cock slut.

"I just, mmm, keep doing that.. yeah, ehmm, I love it when you say dirty words to me... mmm... your voice... fuck... stop teasing me and fuck me already." I was squirming against his hard-on, his lips and tongue never leaving my neck. He had lifted my hair out of the way and was nibbling at the delicate skin at the nape, scrapping his teeth and making smooth passes with the tip of his nose. His breath skimmed at all of the sensitive flesh in a way that drove me absolutely insane.

Edward's hand cupped my sex as he pulled me back against his raging hard-on, effectively grinding me against him.

"Who's being the naughty girl now, huh?"

"I am, Edward."

His fingers parted my wet folds and skimmed over my opening, gathering moisture then came back to circle over my clit, the sensations making my hips buck against him as I held onto the counter top in front of me.

"Say it, Isabella, say you're my naughty girl. Tell me who owns this pussy." Two of his fingers dipped lower into my opening, stretching me, pumping in and out as he applied pressure on to my swollen clit with the palm of his hand.

"Ohh... fuck," I grit my teeth, "You do, Edward." Hearing those words roll off of his tongue drove my need to have him inside of me at that very instant. There was nothing he could say that would have stopped me from making my next move.

I brought my hand behind my back and felt his cock through his pants. He was so hard for me and so close to where I desperately wanted him to be. I quickly found the elastic opening and, now with both my hands behind my back, I lowered his pants and felt his cock spring free and bob against my ass.

"Please, Edward." I moaned as his fingers delved into me and sped up their motion.

"That's my girl. Are you ready for my cock, Isabella?"

He said my name...

"Fuck, so ready."

"Turn around, naughty girl."

Edward released my pussy and I did as I was told. His pants had fallen to the ground and he had stepped out of them, leaving him completely naked before me. "So beautiful." I sighed as I took in his appearance.

Edward gave me his crooked grin, complete with the hooded eyelids as he pulled me up to sit onto the counter top. He pulled his shirt over my head, leaving me sitting on the counter completely naked. I shivered as he brought his hands over my chest and proceeded to pinch and pull at my taut nipples between his thumb and forefingers while placing soft kisses over my bare shoulders. "Are you sure you're ready for my cock, Isabella?"

I held on to his shoulders and pulled him closer to me by wrapping my legs around his torso. "As ready as I've always been, baby." I cooed as I kissed his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Come here, pretty girl." Edward lined us up, pulling me to the edge of the counter as he plunged into me in one swift motion. Burying himself to the hilt inside of me.

"Oh, fuck, Edward," The feeling of his body completely engulfed in mine quickly sent me over the edge, making me clench around him as he drew himself out and pushed himself back in, prolonging my orgasm. "God... so good."

I hitched my legs higher leaning back on my arms as Edward held onto my hips as he ground himself into me repeatedly.

"Oh fuck, Bella," His movements sped up, "You need to cum around my cock again, baby."

"I don't think..." My thoughts were cut off as he brought his thumb to circle over my clit as he moved inside of me.

"What was that, baby?"

"Fuck, Edward... so good..." My pussy clenched around his throbbing cock as he grunted and chanted my name over and over again, getting his own release.

I leaned forward and placed chaste kisses over his chest, leaning my forehead against him as I regulated my breathing.

"Fuck, Bella, where have you been all my life?" Edward's breathing was also shallow and unsteady as he placed his hands on the counter top on either side of my butt.

Where had I been?

I had been in hiding. Wishing upon a star maybe? No, wait, I was dating the wrong men and never settled for something that just wasn't meant for me.

Yeah, that's it. That's where I was.

I looked up to peak at him from underneath my lashes, "I was waiting for you, Edward."

He leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips and hugged me close to his body, leaning his cheek against my forehead. "I love you so much Bella. When I think of how my life has changed and what having you in it means to me, I just can't imagine it any other way. I can't help but be grateful that my ex-wife had a pool-boy fetish."

I giggled, "I love you too, baby and yeah, I'm kinda happy about that too." I pulled back and looked up at his face the stubble on his chin had grown a little bit since yesterday and he had this twinkle in his eye that I hadn't really noticed before.

Maybe it was just post orgasmic bliss.

Who knew?

But then my ass started sticking to the counter top and my lady bits were aching for some shower lovin' "I don't know about you, but I seriously need a shower." I playfully quirked an eyebrow at him.

He quirked one back, "My, my, my, aren't we needy this morning, sweetheart."

I shrugged, "Suit yourself." I pushed him away and hopped off of the counter, making sure to sway my hips and bend over suggestively to pick up his shirt from off the floor before making my way up the stairs.

"And, Edward?" I called from the landing.

"Yeah, baby?" Edward had followed me and was now standing on the bottom of the staircase, buck naked.

I gave him a sweet innocent smile, "Is your shower head detachable?"

Edward gawked at me, his cock growing before my eyes.

The man was as insatiable as I was and I loved it.

If I'm a cock whore, does that make him a pussy slut? No, wait, he'd be like pussy whipped. No, that's not it.

I licked my lips as I thought about other things we'd need to experiment with each other.

Oh, Dr. Cullen, you are not done with me yet. No, you are not.

"Sweetheart, the shower head is detachable. Do you need help figuring it out?" Edward's voice brought me out of my reverie.

"What? Yeah, you should, like totally show me how that thing works." I nodded emphatically.

Edward took the stairs two at a time and before I knew it, he had me pinned up against the bathroom wall and was kissing his way down my neck while kneading my ass cheek with one hand and fidgeting with the faucet with his other hand.

Men cannot multitask very well. However, his efforts were well worth it on my end at least. The shower, not so much.

"Edward, hold on, baby." I put both of my hands on his chest and pushed him out of the way, then proceeded to, again, bend over in front of him to adjust the water pressure.

What? The bending over?

Don't blame a girl for trying.

My pussy was so going to need some recovery time over the next few days but did I care?

Nope. Not one itsy bitsy bit.

Ya know why?

'Cause I was totally getting as many Edward induced orgasms as I could get over the weekend since he was working nights all next week and I wasn't going to be seeing him very much.

Thus, no "O"s for moi.

I adjusted the water carefully, stood up straight and took in Edward's disheveled appearance. He was raking his fingers through his hair and was pulling at the ends slightly while subtly adjusting himself.

Ah yes, the magic of bending over.

Pshh, and they say women are easy. I think not.

"Oh sweetheart, were you joining me?" I asked coyly and batted my eyelashes exaggeratedly.

"Get in there, Isabella." Edward nodded sternly towards the shower stall.

I couldn't suppress the huge smile that spread over my face.

He was so hot when he was all in control like that.

It made my pussy throb every time.

I did as I was told and was rewarded with another orgasm. This time, Edward took me from behind, pounding into me, hitting my G-spot with every thrust. I saw stars. I swear.

Seriously though, after that one. I could hardly walk.

Was I regretful?

Hell to the no, bitch.

What she said.

I followed Edward into his bedroom and proceeded to find my clothes, "Here, baby, you can wear these." Edward handed me a dark pair of cotton sweat pants and a light blue T- shirt which I eyed carefully before taking them from him. He noticed my apprehension, "Don't worry, they're mine."

"Yeah, I knew that." I nodded and proceeded to put on the shirt and pants, not bothering with underwear just yet.

"No you didn't. Do you actually think I would make you wear something of Tanya's?" Edward quirked an eyebrow at me.

I rubbed my hands over my face and sat on the edge of the bed while feeling the telltale signs of my blush shooting up through my pores. "I guess I'm still a little insecure about that."

Edward sat next to me and pulled me to him, "Don't do that. I love you so fucking much, Bella. This weekend and all the, fuck-" He kissed my temple, "All the loving we've done over the weekend has been more than anything I've ever felt with anyone. I've never felt like this while doing that. Ever. I mean, Bella you brought something out of me. I've never, I mean-"

I cut off his offhanded ramblings, "You're so cute when you're rambling, baby. Did you not mean to ask me if my pussy belonged to you?"

Cue Edward's blush.

God love him.

"Yeah, that was uncalled for."

"No, that was so fucking hot, Edward."

He side eyed me timidly, "Really? I didn't know what you'd think of that. I've never, I mean, I think of these things and I want to try and do or say but I never-"

I slapped his thigh playfully, "Edward, as far as I'm concerned, my pussy is yours for the taking, baby." My mischievous smile turned into a smirk, "But let's get one thing straight."

He turned to me examining my face carefully, "What's that?"

"This cock," I rubbed his length through his pants, feeling it grow underneath my fingers, "is mine."

Before I knew it, Edward's mouth crashed to mine, our tongues coming together passionately. Our hands roaming, teasing and undressing.

This man was truly meant for me and I would forever be grateful for Tanya's whoring around.

A/N: *Looks around sheepishly * is anyone still with me?

So there you go, lots of sexing... 16 chapters of nothing, then we get 17 and this one... hope it was worth it!

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