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EPOV
"So, Eddie, you spent almost three days on a bus with a beautiful girl and didn't make a move?" Emmett confirms as he adjusts my tie.
I shake my head. "It wasn't like that. Bella was... I don't know; she was different. I mean, she was fun and flirty and completely out of my league. Plus, she wasn't exactly heading back to Chicago, you know?"
"Well, a girl like that is hard to find, bro. Sometimes you've gotta take chances." Emmett grins and we both look at our reflection. "Look at us. Aren't we quite the pair?"
I snort. "You're not marrying me, man. Now, let's go before she thinks you've stood her up."
Emmett and I meet Ben, one of Emmett's friends, and Emmett goes out to stand near the front of the reception area, while Ben and I wait for the bridesmaids to come out.
Looking around, I notice how a bunch of guests are starting to arrive and being seated on either side of the room. There's soft music playing and the room is beautifully decorated. Unlike the lobby upstairs, which I thought looked very welcoming, this room makes it pale in comparison. Dark woods and bright windows that look onto a large garden surround us and the same flowers and wreath theme from upstairs keeps the decor looking natural.
Once the flower girl comes out, it all goes pretty quickly. I'm matched up with my cousin, Tanya, while Ben walks out with his girlfriend, Angela. Once we're situated in front, I watch Rose and Dad walk down the aisle toward us.
I can't help but smile at seeing my sister all dressed up. She's beautiful and I can't help but wonder if I'll be here someday. I thought this was going to be a boring wedding, but my emotions are all over the place today. I'm being such a pussy.
The exchange of vows goes fairly quickly and once Emmett's done mauling Rose's face, we applaud and go into the garden to take pictures. The reception is only a little later, giving us time to take pictures and giving Rose time to change into another dress.
I'm hungry but Rose assures me there'll be food at the reception.
Once I've smiled a million times and practically gnawed off my own hand, we head into a small outdoor tent that's been set up to host the reception. There are smaller, round tables with chairs on one side and a large rectangular honor table out front with a colorful cake sitting in the centre, over the table. The other side of the room is set up as a dance floor and a band is playing some typical cheesy wedding music.
There are a million little sparkly Christmas lights hung from the ceiling and I wonder how much time it took them to set this up. Whatever theme they have going in every other room is also followed in here.
No matter how good everything looks, nothing compares to the sight of food. It's late, I'm hungry, and dammit, I need to get me some of that.
Without a second thought, I grab a plate and line up with a bunch of other people—aunts, uncles and a crapton of strangers I'll never know. Everything looks and smells wonderful and I can't wait to taste some of the chicken and ribs I'm sure Emmett had a hand in ordering.
Except, when I look up from the table I see the one person I never in a million years thought I'd see here. I mean, I'd hoped, but I didn't think it would actually happen.
"Bella?"
Her eyes meet mine and she looks momentarily stunned before her lips curl up in the widest, toothiest, goofiest grin. "Oh, my God! Edward!"
My smile probably mirrors hers and whatever thought I had of food is forgotten as I make my way around the table to join her. "What? How... I mean, what?" It's like my brain and mouth doesn't quite communicate properly and I'm this excited ball of nerves all of a sudden.
"My dad is chief of police in Forks. I guess Emmett works with him," she says and chews on her bottom lip.
My eyes momentarily wander to her lips and I finally notice how different she looks. Her hair hangs down her back in loose shiny curls and her face...somehow looks... "Wow, you look...wow, Bella." Apparently I'm not able to be very eloquent right now, but the way she tilts her head and looks away as her cheeks flush makes my chest tight. I want to hug her, but I'm not sure I can. Besides, my dick isn't cooperating right now and the sight of her legs clad in that short dress is making things...hard.
"You don't look so bad yourself, Edward. You really do make a tux look good," she teases and it's my turn to blush.
"I can't believe you're here," I confess and take her hand in mine.
She shrugs. "I didn't have a choice. Dad wooed me with promise of free food and something about seeing old high school friends."
"Ah yes, food. I'm starving, would you like to sit with me?" I ask motioning to the vacated table of honors. Everyone else is mingling, and I should do that too, but I want to spend whatever time I can with Bella.
"Erm, sure," she says nodding and biting that bottom lip again. I've never seen her do that before, and fuck if it's not the most distracting...I mean, her lips are...they look so...plump? "Hey, what's wrong?" Bella's voice brings me out of my fog and my eyes move from her mouth to her eyes.
"Oh, erm, yeah, I'm seriously starving. They haven't fed me yet today." I grin and spoon some salads and pieces of chicken on my plate.
We get into talking about the reception and the food. We're so used to doing this—talking while eating, oblivious to everyone—that I don't notice when Rose and Emmett finally join us at the table.
"Wow, Edward, you work fast, little brother. Are you going to introduce me to your girl?" Emmett asks, chuckling.
"Emmett, this is Bella." I give him a pointed look and pray he doesn't say anything to embarrass me.
"Bella... Isabella... Holy shit, how did I not catch that earlier? You're all Chief Swan's been talking about for the last week," he gushes.
"Nice to meet you, Emmett," Bella answers, shaking his hand.
Rose looks over and introduces herself too and the two women speak briefly about the reception. I can tell already that Rose likes her. She's a good judge of character and loyal to a fault, once she likes you, that's it, you're golden. And since they'll be living in the same town, they exchange phone numbers and make plans to meet for coffee sometime.
I can't deny that hearing my sister make plans with Bella makes me jealous. I want to do that. I want to be the one meeting her for coffee...amongst other things.
Conversation flows easily and Bella eventually introduces me to her father. He seems nice and surprisingly easy going. I'm glad he doesn't have a gun with him, or maybe that's wishful thinking on my part. Either way, I make sure to be very hands off with her.
Or that is until people start dancing. It's awkward as hell sitting next to each other watching people dance so I decide to bite the bullet. "You wanna dance?"
"Eh, why not. I have to tell you, though, there is a strong chance you'll have blue toes when we're done." She grins and stands, pulling me along behind her.
"Hey, who says I'm not the one with the bad coordination?" I ask, pulling her into my arms and swaying to whatever's left of Butterfly Kisses as I glance at Dad and Rose dancing together.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and her fingers graze the hairs at the back of my head. I close my eyes momentarily, enjoying the warmth of having her in my arms like this.
"Nah, I have faith in you," she says and when I open my eyes and look at her, I see it. That look. The soft smile and dark eyes. Trust, and I don't know, something else. It's like we have this connection. She's completely different from all the other girls and I can't believe I don't get to keep her.
We stay tangled around each other on the dance floor for another few songs, but when the DJ starts playing dance music, I take her hand and lead her outside.
"What are we doing out here?" she asks, giggling and stumbling over her feet.
I catch her and hold her against me. "I needed to take a break," I tell her and brush the hair off her shoulders. She shivers. "Are you cold?"
Shaking her head she answers, "No, not cold, but could you do me a favor, Edward?" Her voice is soft and right now, I think I'd follow her anywhere.
"Anything, Bella." I lower my face closer to hers because I want to kiss her. I've wanted to kiss her since the moment I saw her almost a week ago. I've wanted to feel her lips against mine and finally know what she tasted like.
She looks up at me—dark eyes and flushed cheeks. "Kiss me?"
I don't let her ask twice. I'm not even sure she's finished asking before I touch my lips to hers. It's a sweet kiss at first, chaste, soft lips and gentle pressure. She sighs into my mouth and the sound she makes shoots through me, spurring me on. I feel her tongue seeking out mine and deepen the kiss. The moment our tongues meet, I'm lost.
My hands hold her close to my body and I'm pretty sure she knows by now the effect she has on me. Her hands go from my hair down to my chest and over my shoulders. It's like she's trying to get me even closer, but we can't. "Come to my room with me," she murmurs against my lips.
I'm not going to say no. I can't. My body is lost in her and my mind follows it blindly. "Okay."
We stumble quickly around the cabin and dodge other party guests as we hurry up the stairs to her room which happens to be down the hall from mine.
Once we're inside, she doesn't keep her hands off me. I don't fare any better as my lips find purchase on her collarbone and my hands glide down her back all the way to her ass, where I cup her cheeks and pull her gruffly into me.
Her whimpers and hot breath on my jaw, combined with her fingers working at the tie around my neck spur me on as my own hands work at the zipper in the back of her dress.
No words are spoken as we slowly peel off the layers of clothing between us. We've said so much in the short amount of time since we've met, this is simply a physical manifestation of all that pent up sexual attraction. An accumulation of small touches and innuendo wrapped around a simple, undeniable connection.
I don't know who does the pushing or pulling or following over to her bed, but once we're there, my erection finds her slick warmth and glides easily against it as my mouth flicks and licks at her stiff peaks. Bella's tits are perfect and warm and just right in my mouth as she grinds herself against me. It takes all my willpower not to just slide inside her.
"Please," she begs; her voice hoarse with need.
I look down into her eyes and get lost in the depth of them. "Are you sure?"
She nods and reaches for her purse which is settled on the nightstand next to the bed. "Here." She hands me a condom and I'm sure there's absolutely no going back.
I pull back and kneel between her parted thighs and roll on the condom. Looking down at her, I've never seen someone as beautiful. Her cheeks are flush and her chest heaving with every breath. The valley between her tits is slick with a thin layer of sweat and as I let my gaze shift to where we're close, I can see how wet she is for me. "God, you're beautiful."
Leaning down on my elbows, I kiss her softly, letting my tongue explore her mouth before taking my length in one hand and positioning myself at her entrance. She shifts her hips to accommodate me, and once I'm inside her tight heat, everything falls into place. I never want to leave. "You feel so good, Bella."
She hums in contentment and wraps her legs around my waist, bringing me impossibly deeper as I shift, push and pull into her slick pussy.
We kiss and breathe each other's air and I watch her pinch her eyes shut and her mouth goes slack as her hips move and twist with mine. Pushing myself up on my arms, I shift my hips and dive in deeper into her as she opens her thighs wider to accommodate me. "Oh, that's good," she whimpers as I quicken my pace.
I can feel the familiar tingle start up in my balls and I know I'm close. I need her to come. I need to see her fall apart. "Are you close, Bella?"
She shakes her head, unable to speak and I don't want to be that guy. I want this to be good for her. I need her to come.
Pushing myself off of her, I hold on to the condom and pull out of her, my dick missing her warmth instantly.
"What are you doing?" she pants, shifting her hips, searching for friction.
"Shhh." I press my lips to hers, the make my way down her body, swirling my tongue around one nipple, then the other. My fingers graze her sex, warm and slick, before finding her clit, making her arch off the bed.
I kiss her belly button, dipping my tongue inside it, making her giggle. Smiling against her flesh, I can't help doing it again just before grazing my nose down her hip and over her mound.
"Oh, God, Edward...I need..." Her breathing comes out in pants, sounding incredibly sexy and I'm going to cream this bedspread if I don't calm myself down.
"What do you need, baby?" I ask just before taking a lick from her opening to her clit. The taste of her is even better than her smell, which is entirely too much, and my hips shift of their own accord, as my cock seeks something to rub against.
"I need you Edward..." Her hands find purchase in my hair and she bucks her hips against my chin, making me groan.
I spread her lower lips open and swirl my tongue against her flesh. She moans and whimpers and I think she even prays, and then I watch, with my mouth still attached to her sensitive nub, as she rolls her nipples between her fingers and arches off the bed calling out to God.
It's the most spectacular thing to witness and I want—no need—to be inside her.
Kissing my way back up to her face, she threads her fingers in my hair and pulls my face roughly to hers, sliding her tongue inside my mouth as I shift and slide my cock deep inside her. I find my rhythm again, pushing and pulling as she grinds herself against me.
"Feels good," she whimpers against my lips and that's all it takes.
"Oh God, Bella..." I thrust deep inside her a few more times as my orgasm takes over and I find my release.
Spent, sweaty and sated, I rest my forehead between her breasts and revel in the feeling of her small fingers playing with the tendrils in the back of my neck. Her breathing is as fucked up as mine is, and when I start to get up because I think I'm squishing her, she holds me tightly and says, "A little longer."
I don't think any amount of time will ever be long enough.
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