Excerpt Chapter 6: Truth be told, I thought I never liked anyone going down on me before; turns out, I never had anyone do it properly. His lips latch to my clit as he slides two fingers into my wet core. I can hear the slippery sounds as he moves his fingers in and out, but I can't be bothered to be embarrassed. He's hitting spots I've never hit on my own, and I can feel the second orgasm rolling in.
I grasp his hair, pulling lightly, and I can feel him moan into me. "Jesus, do they teach you that in the Navy?"
I didn't go all out with a new dress or outfit for Edward's homecoming. I get why a lot of people do it, but I didn't see the need. As I stand on the pier with Dee and Liam, surrounded by dozens of women and families in coordinating outfits and Navy apparel, I feel a little underdressed in a simple floral sundress.
"You look cute, and Edward will be able to pick you out in the sea of Stepford Wives," Dee mutters, and I laugh as the ship docks and the anchor drops. I have to wait a while for Edward, but I know Dee is going to have to wait even longer for Alec. As I see Edward, dressed in his working khakis with his sea bag over his shoulder, Dee tells me not to wait for her.
I'm antsy as Edward approaches. I sort of promised myself that I wouldn't be the type of woman who ran into his arms, but when he drops his bag and sprints toward me, I run to meet him halfway and leap into his arms.
"Welcome home, sailor." I press my lips to his, my hands caressing every part of his body I can latch onto.
When we pull apart, he grins. "One down …"
"Don't even start with me." We laugh, "Grab your bag. We're going home."
He gives me a quick salute. "Yes, ma'am." He gives Dee a quick hello and offers to wait with her before she shoos us away, and we all but run to the parking lot. I drove his truck, and he climbs into the driver's seat without a second thought.
Once we're off base, his right hand lands on my left thigh and doesn't move for the duration of our trip home, except to inch upward. When we pull into the garage and park, Edward lunges for me across the center console. If there was enough room, I'm sure he would pull me onto his lap in the cab of the truck. Just as our hands are really starting to get into things, my phone rings, and I pull away with a sigh.
"That's probably your mom. You should answer that." I smirk at him as he groans. I dig the phone out of my purse and hand it over to him, watching him swipe to answer the call.
I grab his sea bag and drag it to the laundry room and begin emptying it into the washer, making sure to check pockets and keep the whites separate, all the while eavesdropping on Edward's conversation with Esme. He's very clear that he loves her, and he's happy to hear from her, but he only has about 48 hours before he has to report back to the ship, and he wants to spend enough time with me.
He doesn't come find me in the laundry room, but I can hear him upstairs, so once the first load is started, I head up to find him already stripped and in the shower. Walking into the bathroom, I clear my throat loudly.
"What are you doing in there?" I'm leaning against the vanity, wondering why in the world my boyfriend is naked in the shower and not naked in bed or on any other surface in this house with me.
"I was honestly a little gross. I'm just rinsing off." He pokes his head out from around the curtain. "You could lose that dress, even though you look beautiful."
I expect the water is going to turn off any second, but it's still running, and knowing my boyfriend the way I do, I'm sure he's washing every inch of himself, just for me. I take the sundress off and drop it to the floor.
"Did you really like it, Edward?" Something in the inflection in my voice makes him look out at me again. His head is covered in suds from the shampoo, but when he takes me in wearing just my bra and panties, his eyes bug out a little. I stifle a laugh as his Adam's apple bobs up and down.
"Yeah, though you always look beautiful. Like right now, I've been thinking of this for six months, baby." He wipes at his face as the soap starts to drip into his eyes, and he ducks back into the shower.
"And did you do what we agreed to?" I'm removing my underwear as I ask him the teasing question that came up in one of our last emails a couple weeks ago.
"Which part?" He doesn't look at me.
"Edward, did you abstain from touching yourself for the last few weeks before you got home?" My tone is firm; I've been practicing on the succulents. They're thriving when I've never kept a plant alive before. Either I'm good or they're little sadomasochists.
I hear a low groan emit from him again before the water finally shuts off. My skin prickles with gooseflesh in anticipation. I may not have gone and gotten a new outfit, but I did go and get my entire body waxed a week ago.
When Edward flings the shower curtain aside, I'm leaning as seductively as possible against the vanity in all my naked glory, feeling more confident than I ever have. The look on his face is one of pure lust mixed with absolute adoration and love.
"I haven't touched myself since we talked about it. Have you?" He reaches for a towel and begins to rub it over his body furiously.
Lifting a shoulder, I smirk. "I couldn't help myself. Will you forgive me?" I step toward him as he climbs out of the tub. I reach out for the towel to finish drying him off.
"I don't care." He moans a little louder than before, groaning in pain as I make sure every part of him is dry. He watches as I clutch the towel to my chest, covering a good portion of my body. Edward pushes us toward the opposite wall, caging his arms around me. "I'm gonna come in your hands, Bella."
"Edward," I scoff, tossing the towel over his head and ducking under his arms and out of the bathroom. "You made it the last few weeks; don't be so dramatic."
I'm in the hallway, only a few feet away from him, when he drops the towel, a feral gleam in his eyes. I motion to our bedroom. "Are you coming?"
He sprints toward me, catching me up in his arms as I shriek, laughing as he tosses me on the bed, landing on top of me with yelp.
His lips intertwine with mine as he grips all the parts of me that he's wanted to get his hands on from the moment he left; my arms, my chest, my ass, my back … his hands are everywhere. My hands are in his hair, running my fingers through the slightly longer locks, and I hear him swear and moan into my mouth when I pull on it.
God, did I miss that sound.
His knee pushes between my thighs, spreading me open where I'm more than willing and ready for him. But instead of the big show, Edward pulls away, grabs me by the hips, and flips me over. "I know you like it when I take charge, and since you were such a bad girl, you need to be punished." He exhales sharply as I wiggle over him. I'd gladly take anything he's willing to dole out at this moment. He pulls me toward him, guiding my hips closer to his face. "Sit on my face."
I pause. "I fail to see how this is a punishment for me, Edward."
"Trust me; you'll be begging me to stop." He quirks an eyebrow at me and slides down the mattress under me.
Perched on his chest, he positions me right at his mouth, but before he does anything, he anchors his strong hands around my thighs. "I love you."
"I love you t—" My words are caught in my throat. Edward moves his tongue so quickly I bend forward, gripping his hair and pulling it slightly. It's almost overwhelming as I test the waters, grinding myself on his face.
Apparently, on this deployment, Edward had taken some secondary instruction class on the art of cunnilingus, and he'd been practicing holding his breath. I knew they taught them this in the Navy!
I can feel the knot building in the pit of my stomach and as much as I want to explode all over this man's face, I bite my tongue before doing exactly what he promised I would. "Edward, stop."
When he pulls away, his face glistening with sweat and me, I try to slide down his body, but my legs are shaking so furiously that I have to take a moment.
"Baby, are you okay?" He sounds concerned, but the smug look on his face makes me pinch his side. He squeals like I knew he would, and I continue to make my way down to his erect cock. "Bella, you have no idea how much I want you to do whatever it is you're about to do, but—"
I look at his dick, and suddenly, I'm feeling concerned. Edward's hung like a porn star on a good day, but this looks like a swollen baby's arm. "Are you okay?"
"I haven't come in three weeks, woman! I am not okay!" He sits up quickly, pulling me toward him, locking me in his arms. "I'd love nothing more than to make sweet summer love to you, but right now, it's gonna be hard and fast, and I'm probably not going to last."
"Aye, aye, sailor." As Edward sits back on his haunches, I wrap my legs around his waist and slowly push down on his tip, taking my time to adjust to the new size. We both groan at the connection. I take my time as I sink to the base, swiveling my hips, taking all of him in. He was holding back, gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. "Edward— Fuck me. Please. I can't take it anymore; it hurts, so just fuck me."
He grabs at my waist, flipping the two of us over so I was now lying underneath him, staring at his face. He looks down at himself entering me, and I know he's just a few strokes away from filling me up.
I watch as Edward tries to control his breathing, tries to pace himself before all hell breaks loose, and he pounds into me relentlessly, doing what he spent weeks thinking about. He rams himself into me like a hammer hitting a nail, making my body twitch as I whine loudly.
"You're so fucking good for me; so tight for me." He grips my waist tighter, fucking me harder.
"There will never be anyone else for me. This is it, Bella. You're it."
I can feel tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. "Edward, I'm gonna come." I'm crying out, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. "Do it with me."
He pauses for more than a second when we both realize that he's not wearing a condom, not that the Magnum's we had would have fit him in this state. "I can't, baby, I—"
"I'm on the pill. Do it."
"Oh, my god, you're gonna give me a heart attack." He moans, hiking his arms under my knees. "Fuck, I can feel you pulsing around me. I'm coming."
We both cry out as I pull him closer, both of us grabbing each other while we feel each other's release. It felt like it lasted minutes, taking longer to cool down as he peeled himself off of me, only to pull me to his chest, wrapping an arm around me.
When our breathing finally evens out, I prop myself up on my elbow and smile. "Welcome home, sailor."
Edward laughs loud and long. "It's fucking good to be home."