~SIN 9~
"I can't believe we're having a brownie fudge sundae in the middle of the day."
"You earned it. Ice cream for hard work and courage; that's how it works."
Bella swirls her spoon around the edge of the tin bowl and scoops up a mouthful of hot fudge. "Is this how you taught those hundreds of kids to swim?"
"Nah. I tossed 'em in the deep end. None of this cuddly baloney."
Bella barks out a laugh and nearly spews the hot fudge across the table. "No wonder you're so popular with the staff."
"Hey," he says, "I get results. Look at you—you float, tread water, even blow bubbles! You're water-safe in just one morning!"
Remembering exactly how wonderful it felt to float in Edward's arms and earn the proud look on his face, Bella can't help but smile. "I guess the cuddly baloney works sometimes."
Edward's eyes darken as he tugs the maraschino cherry stem from between his lips. "I kind of wanted to see if your top would stay on if I flipped you over my shoulder, but I suppose that can wait till our next lesson."
One minute sweet as honey, the next...full of mischief and need. Bella can't quite decide which side of Edward Cullen excites her more; she only knows she has never met a man like him before. She plunges her spoon into the mound of chocolate ice cream, picks up a corner of the brownie, and gathers some fudge and whipped cream.
"I don't think you need to wait that long to see me without my top on, Edward," she says, placing the spoon between Edward's lips. He opens dutifully, closes his lips around the spoon, and carefully watches her while clearing his lips with a slow, sexy swipe of his tongue.
"Does that mean you'll come home with me?" he asks.
His home. His terms. This whole date has been uncharted territory for Bella, and frankly, with anyone else, she'd still be at the edge of the pool. With Edward, though, she's eager to see it through, eager to experience his choreography of their togetherness.
"I want to..."
"But?"
"But..." The weight of their unresolved last session crushes the lighthearted mood. "We really need to talk about what happened at my house."
Edward's shoulders wilt, he sets his spoon down on the saucer, and his hands withdraw into his lap. "Bella, I promise I will talk with you about that, but can I have the rest of my date first?"
"Sure."
His smile returns, though it's not quite the uncomplicated, teasing, easy-going version of Edward, and Bella misses him instantly. "How far away do you live?"
"You'll still be able to taste that hot fudge when we get there," he answers.
Bella stands abruptly. "I'm all done."
Edward nearly knocks the metal chair over with the force of his enthusiasm. They ride together the short twelve minutes—but who's counting?—it takes to get there, and there's a definite spring to his step when he wraps his arm around her shoulders and draws her into his house.
"Wow...this isn't what I expected," she says.
"How so?"
"I guess I pictured a bachelor pad—you know, a large-screen, hi-def TV in every room, Venetian blinds, maybe a La-Z-boy or two...but this...I mean, curtains, throw pillows, the whole shebang? It's really nice."
"I haven't always lived alone, Bella," he admits. "In fact, once upon a time, I thought I'd get married."
Bella's heart flips over at the thought of Edward committing to another woman, and it's almost too much for her to bear. "What happened?"
Edward turns to Bella suddenly, leaning in and kissing her soundly on the lips. "I woke up, thank God, and realized she was a gigantic man-hating bitch!"
The idea of Edward Cullen trapped in a relationship with a woman like that makes Bella angry at first, then sad, then worried that deep, deep down, the description might fit her as well. She shrugs off the discomfort and focuses on the reality that she does not hate men at all—just her ass of an ex.
"Good thing you found out before you married her," Bella comments.
"No shit. But apparently, she had a pretty good eye for decorating. So...can I get you something to drink, or shall we go directly to the boudoir?"
"Real smooth there, Casanova. I've had quite enough to eat and drink, thank you."
"Perfect," he grins, sweeping her right off her feet. "I'm even better at this without a blindfold."
Bella drops her arms around his neck. "I don't know, you set the bar pretty high for a fake blind guy."
Edward's grin broadens into a full-fledged smile. "I accept your challenge."
Bella's not the least bit surprised when Edward goes straight for the buttons on her blouse after settling her on her back in the middle of his giant bed.
"You are all about the boobs, aren't you?" she teases, digging her fingers through his thick hair and loving the feel of his tongue on her sensitive skin.
He pops his head up long enough to smirk and answer, "For starters."
Before she can say, "Court is now in session," Edward has her undressed right down to her nude thong, and he's hovering over her like a hungry lion. He hooks his fingers into the thin slip of fabric at either hip, and she reaches for his wrist.
This "date" they're having has just shifted the two of them into a monumental new reality—two people enjoying each other's bodies with no previously established boundaries, no defined roles, no power over each other beyond what is granted in the moment. For the first time with her, Edward is able to do what comes naturally, and Bella only interrupts because she's become desperate for the body that accompanies his ravenous eyes and tongue.
"Can we get undressed together this time?" Her voice is an undemanding plea, not a command.
He answers by ripping his tee shirt off and sending it flying across the room. Tugging down his shorts, he reveals bare skin.
"Look at you go," Bella giggles. "Have you done away with underwear entirely?"
"Not when I'm working. I can't..." Suddenly, he turns bright pink, and Bella slips her hands under his arms and pulls him down for a kiss.
"Why, Judge, have you been thinking inappropriate thoughts about me at work again?"
"Mmhmm. At work, at the gym, in my car, in my sleep..." He shakes his head shyly.
Joy surges through her, and she can't resist pulling him back in for a languid, sloppy kiss. Her thumbs circle lazily at the nape of his neck, and when he pulls back for air, she whispers, "That's kind of great."
He pecks her on the nose. "It's also kind of distracting." She doesn't stop him when he grasps her thong this time, and he peels the thin slice of cloth down her legs.
He kisses his way up her calves and thighs, lingering in the creases, bathing her in warm breath as she trembles beneath him. His warm tongue blankets her in sensation, but she's not too far gone yet to know what she needs.
"Edward..." He lifts his head, and the glazed look in his eyes only spurs her desperation. "I want you, too. Please."
He understands quickly, though Bella can tell she's caught him off guard—as well as herself, truth be told. This hasn't been part of her repertoire with her stream of male visitors, and she certainly doesn't remember wanting Jake this way.
She's feverish with the sudden compulsion to provide this singular pleasure for Edward. She shimmies her hand behind Edward's thigh and impatiently pulls his body around, opening his knees over her head and coaxing him down into her mouth.
"Oh, god!" he shudders, collapsing onto his elbows. Bella consumes him greedily, giving herself over to the joy of turning him inside-out. Urged on by his low grunts and the subtle thrusting of his hips, she slides her hands along his slick cock and balls and draws him out to the precipice of his need.
She's startled by the unexpected return of his tongue between her legs—his movements are jerky and random, raw passion interrupted only by his own giddy pleasure. They take turns faltering and pushing each other, and just when Bella has him twisting at the end of his rope, he lifts his leg over her head and pulls off her body. Panting heavily, he collapses beside her. Bella rolls onto her side and places her hand on his chest, rubbing slow circles over his wildly beating heart.
"What's wrong?"
He turns his head and covers her hand with his own, lacing their fingers together. "I know we haven't... Jesus, it's hard to talk about this."
Relief spreads through her like honey melting in hot tea. She knows what he wants. "Don't talk...just do."
He's on her before she draws another breath, his lips on hers, his sex heavy and thick between her thighs. She hasn't given herself over this way in years, and she certainly never appreciated the heft of a man on her the way she does right now. Where she'd always felt suffocated and smothered, with Edward, she just wants to pull him on top of her like a warm, safe blanket. His weight shifts, and he stretches for the nightstand.
"Don't do that for my sake...unless you're not sure you're safe?"
She feels the ripple of his dark chuckle through their joined bodies. "I'm beyond safe. Birth control?"
"Tied tubes."
"Okay then."
She opens her legs and he settles between them. A soft rush of air escapes her as he pushes inside, and he swallows it with his kisses. She looks into his earnest eyes as long as she can before the pleasure becomes too intense. His rocking turns to thrusting, and she lifts her hips to meet his erratic pumping. His mouth forms her name against her lips, and she races to her climax as he releases inside her.
A/N: GAH...such a happy chappy! A little afternoon delight was much needed, don't you agree? I couldn't resist this judge being a boob man like our favorite Dior homme!
One note of clarification: Bella advertised in the personals for willing subs, but it was never a business endeavor (heavens no!) and I apologize if I gave that impression at any point.
What's next for these two? Was the hot fudge the last bit of non-vanilla for them? Or is there an urge-or two?-that still needs to be met? Hmmmm! Tell me what you think! I love you guys! MWAH! XXX ~BOH
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