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You know this already, but I love my betas, honestly and truly. Iadorepugs and Cullen_Crazy01 are simply the best. And special thanks to Billi Cullen, who pre-read this chapter for me and offered her honest feedback – love ya bb!
Feedback on 27 was great – general consensus is that Felix is a douchenozzle (thanks Bri!) and that it was too little too late from Heidi. Y'all were pretty split on whether Edward should have confided in Bella earlier, but the idea of a vacation was met with unanimous enthusiasm. So, let's get on with the trip! Oh, and in case I haven't mentioned it lately, this story is rated "M" for a very good reason…
Chapter 28
"Please Edward?" I asked for probably the tenth time since we had left my house, no more than thirty minutes ago. I sat in the passenger seat of his Volvo, turned slightly to the left and studying his profile as he navigated the car through the early morning traffic. From this angle, I could see the corner of his mouth twisted in a grin, and the light of humor dancing in his eyes as he watched the road in front of him.
"No Bella," Edward repeated the same answer he given had every time I asked. Each time I asked, his smile grew. Now I could see a glimmer of his perfect white teeth.
"C'mon, Edward. Just a hint?" I asked again.
Edward merely shook his head. I crossed my arms over my chest and 'harrumphed,' earning a chuckle from Edward. I made a face and stuck my tongue out at him, and he laughed outright at my childish gesture. He reached over and patted my thigh, giving me a sweet smile. "It's a surprise, love. Please indulge me," he said, his voice low and hypnotic. I instantly forgot my irritation with him as I squirmed a little in my seat at his seductive tone.
In the six weeks since our Valentine's Day weekend, I had been 'indulging' him more and more when it came to surprises. I teased him at one point that I thought he was addicted to surprising me and that maybe he needed to enter a twelve-step program. But I was learning to love Edward's surprises almost as much as I loved Edward.
It had all started out with little tokens of affection. A small pot of violets – one my favorite flowers – delivered on a Monday afternoon, by far my busiest and most stressful day at work. A pretty card with a note that simply read 'I love you,' penned in his elegant script. My favorite candy bar appearing in the middle drawer of my desk. An erotic poem tucked beneath my pillow at home. Thinking of that one still made me blush, especially when I thought about how he had reenacted the poem the weekend after leaving it for me.
But this was by far the biggest surprise since Valentine's Day. I knew he was taking me 'someplace special' as he had promised that afternoon in Portland, but no matter how hard I tried to pry, persuade or cajole the plans from him, Edward had kept his secret. So here I was, in his car, headed Edward-only-knows-where, for the next five days.
Well, Edward wasn't the only one that knew where we were going, apparently. Alice and Rosalie had packed my bag for me...and then taken it straight to Edward so I couldn't even snoop for clues. And as irritated as I pretended to be, I was mostly just excited to spend the time away with Edward. Time with Edward had been a precious commodity because of our unprecedentedly busy schedules.
A New Page had been enjoying the kind of success that most new businesses only dreamed of due to an advertising campaign conceived and executed by none other than Seth. We extended the weekday hours, and a couple of weeks ago we started opening on Sundays as well. Ben reviewed the numbers and convinced Angela and I to hire a fourth manager. Angela, Holly and I were able to keep our same schedules even with the extra time the store was open, but there were always a million things to do and never enough time in which to accomplish what needed to be done.
Edward was just as busy, if not more so, than I was. CWC had been hired by the City of Port Angeles to do renovation and restoration work along the waterfront. Because the City Council insisted on having a local architect handle the plans, Edward was heavily involved in the project, which was currently in the early stages. Much of his time was taken up in committee meetings and planning sessions, which occurred after regular business hours to accommodate the council member's schedules. Edward was often frustrated by the dueling bureaucrats, but I watched his eyes light up when he talked about certain parts of the project and heard the excitement in his voice. I knew that he loved the work he was doing.
But the increased demands we both faced at work put limitations on the time we could spend with one another. In the past six weeks, we had only had one other weekend together other than Valentine's Day. Weeknight dates were difficult to coordinate with our busy schedules, and never private enough to satisfy our mutual need for one another. We had met for breakfast on a couple of occasions, and shared one blissful afternoon at his house, but I was definitely missing my uninterrupted time with Edward.
Some rather racy text messages we had exchanged a few nights ago while he was stuck in one of those meetings proved that. I smiled remembering how turned on I had been as Edward texted to me in detail what he would have rather been doing with me at that moment, and my increasingly bold responses. My answers were the reason he had to leave the board room with his briefcase placed strategically. But Edward had started it, and I thoroughly enjoyed playing along. So much so that even the surprise element of our trip didn't bother me, if it meant we finally had some private time.
Despite our lack of private time together, Edward and I had grown closer than ever since I surprised him at the courthouse in Portland. We had spent a couple of very long evenings discussing all he had said in his testimony, all that he had kept from me. I could understand his protective nature—I just couldn't agree with it, especially not when it involved my daughter. We discussed Heidi's statements to me at the courthouse and what it all meant for Chelsea. And we discussed Felix's sudden decision to plead guilty to assaulting Edward in exchange for the prosecuting attorney not bringing additional charges against him for the threats made against Sarah and me, which the judge took very seriously after Heidi testified. Carmen told us that Felix probably wouldn't spend much time in jail since it was his first offense, but that he had been ordered to attend anger management classes and counseling. He was going to be on supervised probation for a very long time, and part of that probation included no contact with either Edward or me, or Heidi and his children.
I shook my head, not wanting to dwell on the unpleasant thoughts. The kids had arrived safely in Florida last night. The bookstore was well covered this week. And I was riding in the car next to the man with whom I was passionately in love, headed to 'someplace special', just the two of us. That thought alone was enough to make me smile and relax. Not that I was going to stop asking where we were going, though...
"Please?" I tried once again, making my voice as sweet as possible and batting my eyelashes at him. Even though he was still watching the road, I knew he could see me in the periphery when his smile widened a little more. I reached over and put my hand on his forearm. "Pretty please, Edward?"
"As much as I love it when you beg, the answer is still no," Edward said, laughing when I blushed furiously at his words and pulled my hand away.
I suddenly recalled that there was one method of persuasion I had failed to consider, and I innocently put my hand on his leg, a few inches above his knee. His thigh muscles immediately tensed beneath my palm, and I saw him shoot a look of concern at me out of the corner of his eyes. I let my hand rest against his denim-clad thigh, tapping my fingers absently to the beat of the music in the car. After a few moments, he relaxed and pressed back into his seat once again.
I waited until he was softly singing along with the song on the stereo before I slid my hand up and in just a little bit. My middle and index finger were now brushing the inseam of his jeans while my palm was positioned near the top of his thigh. Edward's muscles tensed again, and I had to stifle a giggle at the disapproving look he sent my way. As before, I just sat there, saying nothing, listening to the music wind its way around us as the scenery flashed by out the windows. This time, it took longer for his tension to ease, but he eventually relaxed, my hand seemingly forgotten.
Time to go in for the kill, my inner voice cooed. "If you tell me Edward, I promise I'll make it worth your while," I purred, leaning over to whisper in his ear at the same moment I slid my hand up and between his thighs. He was hot and hard beneath my fingers, and I felt an answering throb between my legs at finding him so aroused.
Edward's hands jerked the steering wheel as he slammed his foot on the brake, making the car skid and fishtail. "Jesus Christ, Bella, what are you doing?" he screeched, narrowly avoiding the guardrail on the right as he tried to gain control of the car. Everything happened so quickly that by the time the car slid to a stop on the shoulder, I hadn't even had a chance to remove my hand from his groin. I sat there in stunned silence with my hand still cupping his erection, noting with ashamed interest that his arousal hadn't waned at all in the near crash I had almost caused.
Slamming the gearshift into park, Edward turned to me with a furious scowl on his face. "What the hell was that, Bella?" he asked, his eyes flashing green fire and his breath coming in deep, angry pants. He raised a hand to his hair and tugged sharply on the ends of it in frustration.
I couldn't control my gut reaction; abstinence was making me crazy and angry Edward was sooo sexy, I was too turned on for words. I flung myself across the console at him, grasping his tousled hair in both hands and bringing my mouth to his. Edward inhaled sharply and then ravaged my mouth with his, suddenly as into the kiss as I was. Lips, teeth and tongues battled and collided, while hands sought secret and not-so-secret places designed to bring our desire for one another to a fever pitch.
"Don't ever do that again when I'm driving," Edward growled menacingly, sucking my bottom lip between both of his and nipping hard enough to sting, his tongue following to sooth the exquisite ache. "We haven't been alone together for ages, and I can barely concentrate on anything else when I'm with you to begin with. And when you pull a stunt like that…. well, we're damn lucky I didn't crash the car when you grabbed my cock."
I felt a rush of wetness between my legs when Edward said the word 'cock'. My desire for him always flared when his verbal filter failed. A feeling of being wanton and scandalous followed my inability to control my response. I tried to stifle my moan, but he heard my reaction and sucked more forcefully on my lip. His hands were now in my hair, grasping and pulling as our kiss grew hotter and wilder.
I reached back down, stroking his erection as best I could through the thick denim. My hands shook as my fingers fumbled with the buttons…damned button fly jeans…until I could reach inside to capture him through the thin knit of his boxers. This time it was Edward that moaned, a raw primal sound that made me want to mount him right here in the car. I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers to wrap my fingers around the warm flesh that was already leaking with arousal for me.
Edward shifted his hips to allow me better access, growling low in his throat as my hand stroked his shaft. He reached down and shoved his hands under my shirt, pulling it up to my armpits as his fingers made quick work of the front clasp of my bra. I whimpered when he rolled and pinched my sensitive nipples between his fingertips. I arched my back as his lips traced a path down the column of my throat, desperate to feel his mouth on me.
The deep sound of a semi-truck horn sounded from almost directly next to us, making us both jump. I winced as the loud noise reverberated in the interior of the car, my ears ringing from the sound. The car shook in the wind created by the passing truck, and then silence and stillness filled the vehicle.
I looked at Edward, and couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled to the surface. He sat there with a completely dazed look on his face, his lips red and swollen from our kisses and his hair looking like a tornado had ripped through it. Looking down, I saw his still impressive erection pointing toward the steering wheel where I had freed him from the jeans and boxers that were pulled partway down his hips. He looked like someone had interrupted him mid-coitus…and to be honest, if that truck hadn't sounded its horn just then, that was definitely where we had been headed.
"Don't laugh until you see yourself," Edward warned, trying to sound stern and disapproving but failing miserably when the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. I could feel the scrapes and scratches on my face and lips from his whiskers and nipping teeth. There were clumps of hair dangling in my face, having escaped from the confines of my pony tail when he'd buried his fingers in my hair and started tugging. I looked down to find my breasts on display, and I giggled and blushed as I wrestled with the bra Edward had shoved aside to expose my skin. By the time I had my clothing righted, so did he—and we burst out laughing when our gazes met.
"Why is it that we just can't keep our hands off of each other?" Edward mused, leaning over and pressing a very soft kiss to my lips. "All it takes is a look or a touch from you, and I just have to have you. You make me feel like a horny teenage boy, Bella."
"A couple of weeks of abstinence doesn't help," I grumbled. It was as if the forced celibacy was slowly eroding my self-control. The longer I went without Edward, the more frantic my need for him became, until I was absolutely desperate to be with him. So desperate that you jump him in a moving car that he's driving? I thought with embarrassment. Get a grip, Bella, and NOT on his cock this time!
I sighed remorsefully. "I'm sorry for distracting you like that, Edward. I promise I'm done trying to find out where we're going. I mean I'll know in...?" I let my voice trail off suggestively, trying to get a timeline from him.
Edward laughed. "A few hours, Bella. And I promise you, it's totally worth the wait."
~XOXOXO~
After a stop for lunch and two ferry rides, Edward pulled the Volvo into the driveway of 'someplace special.' "Welcome to the Cullen Cabin," Edward said, with an uncharacteristic hint of nervousness in his voice.
If it was possible to fall in love with a home at first sight, I did the moment I saw the two-story cottage. It wasn't a large place, probably no bigger than my house in Port Angeles. And it wasn't flashy or fancy like so many of the other homes we had passed on San Juan Island. It was nestled in the woods on a long private road, which I noted with interest was called Cullen Court. The entire front of the cottage was a covered wraparound porch, and I could see a hammock on one corner, and various mismatched, yet somehow coordinated, outdoor furniture grouped in strategic locations. The cedar shake siding was weathered to a beautiful silvery finish, and I immediately felt like I had come home to rest.
I took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the fresh spring air in the woods, and let out all the tension I had been feeling in a loud, lusty sigh. I felt my worries start to slip away as I thought of the next five days here, alone with Edward.
Edward started to speak quickly, the tips of his ears turning pink. "It's not right on the waterfront, and I know it's probably not the most luxurious place you've ever seen..." His voice trailed off uncertainly, and I realized that he misunderstood my sigh.
I placed my index finger over his lips to stop the apology I could hear him gearing up for. "Edward, this is absolutely beautiful. Will you show me around, and tell me how this came to be 'Cullen Cabin'?"
His answering smile was dazzling as he reached up and grasped my hand in his, lacing our fingers together and pulling me forward onto the large porch. "My granddad built this place when my dad was little. There are two other cabins on the land, which stretches down to the water that way," he said, pointing off towards the woods. I could see a break in the trees where a second cabin must be located. "Those are Cullen cabins too, built by my granddad's brothers and owned now by my aunts and uncles and cousins. We spent every summer here when I was a kid," Edward told me. "As soon as school let out, my mom would pack us up and we would come up here, and we'd stay here until school started again. My dad commuted to the hospital in Seattle during the summer. Now Mom and Dad come up here several times a year, and Rosalie and Emmett bring the girls up during the summer mostly."
"What about you?" I asked. "How often do you come up here?"
"I haven't spent much time here in the last several years, especially when I lived in Portland. Not that I didn't want to, but the distance was longer to travel, and…well, it was just hard to get away. I've missed it, though, and I hope to start spending more time here now."
He ushered me through the doorway into a large room dominated by a fieldstone fireplace in its center. The furniture looked rustic but comfortable, and complimented the open construction of the cottage. The floors were hardwood, scattered with colorful throw rugs. To my right I could see the kitchen and dining area, and beyond the fireplace there was a hallway on one side, and a stairway on the other, leading to the open area above.
After showing me the kitchen and dining room, he led me down the hallway and opened the door to the first room on the right hand side. "This was my room when I was younger. Emmett and Rosalie use it now for the girls." It was light and airy, with a brightly colored rug in the center of the room. There were twin beds and dressers, as well as a small table and chairs, and lots of shelves filled with toys and games. It looked like a child's haven, and it made me smile to think of Lillian and Madison using Edward's childhood bedroom.
"And this room was Emmett's. He and Rose use it now as their room, instead of the master suite." The room was just as large as the other and decorated with rich, warm colors. It looked like a luxurious retreat, and it was easy to picture Rosalie in here.
Edward led me back up the hallway, stopping to point out the bathroom the two bedrooms shared. Everything was very fresh, clean and tidy, not at all what I would have expected for a cabin that had likely stood empty all winter long, and I said as much to Edward.
He smiled. "My Aunt Dee and Uncle Marcus live in the house closest to the water year-round now that he's retired. I called Aunt Dee a couple of weeks ago and asked her if she could find someone to get the house ready. Although if I know my aunt, she probably got the house ready herself."
We climbed the staircase to the upper level. There were two doors leading away from the landing, which seemed to serve as an informal gathering area. The walls covered with bookshelves, and several comfortable chairs, lamps and tables were grouped together to create seating areas. I couldn't wait to explore the packed bookshelves.
Edward opened the door to the master bedroom, and I gasped. The room was decorated in light neutral colors and beautiful furnishings. Floor to ceiling windows filled the wall that faced the forest and I could see the weak spring sunshine sparkling on the water in the distance. The bed, with its wrought iron headboard and luscious pale gold bedding, was positioned to face the magnificent view. I walked towards the windows, staring in awe at the beautiful landscape. "Edward, this is just amazing," I breathed, my eyes wide as I tried to take everything in.
"You're amazing, Bella," he said, coming up behind me and sliding his arms around my waist, nuzzling his nose into my hair. I leaned back against his chest with a contented sigh, and then my breath hitched when he subtly pressed his hips into my backside, his erection thick and solid against my bottom. "So is it worth your while?" he breathed into my ear, and a violent shiver ran down my spine as I recalled my words from the car this morning...and our interrupted encounter. My desire was immediately rekindled, even hotter than before. Control yourself, Bella!
"Edward, I would have stayed in a cardboard box or a tent just to spend a few days alone with you. This beautiful place isn't what makes it worth my while, it's being with you," I told him, turning in his arms so that I could slide mine up around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. "Besides," I teased him, nipping at the scruff on his chin, "I think I said I'd make it worth your while."
Edward groaned, lowering his hands to my ass and pulling me tightly against him. "God, Bella, I can't even... having you here..."
"Do you intend to have me here, Mr. Cullen?" I asked flirtatiously, batting my eyelashes at him. I lifted one leg and ran it up the outside of his, hitching my leg over his hip and rubbing myself against his thigh. So much for controlling myself…
"Oh yes I do intend to have you. Here...in front of the fireplace...in the hot tub..." Edward replied, skimming his lips across my jaw as he grasped my other leg, lifting me so that I could wrap my legs around his waist. Once secured with his hands cupping my ass, he walked us across the room towards the enormous wrought iron canopy bed.
"Hot tub?" I asked with interest.
"Later," he murmured, tugging on my pony tail until my head tilted back, allowing him access to my neck where he pressed hot, wet kisses that made me shudder in anticipation. "First I want you in this bed," he said, laying me down on the decadent golden comforter and leaning over me. I released him from the circle of my legs so that he could reach between us. His fingers unbuttoned my shirt, opening it so that my lace-covered breasts were on display for his heated gaze.
"Then I'll have you in front of the fireplace." He slid the sleeves down my arms and reached for the front clasp of my bra. "And then maybe, if I haven't worn you out too much, we'll try the hot tub," he said, flicking my bra open with a quick snap of his fingers and lowering his head to take one distended nipple between his lips.
I moaned loudly, unable to control my reaction as he moved to the other breast and slid his hand between my thighs to stroke me through my jeans. "God, I love a man with a plan."
"I definitely have plans for you, Bella" Edward murmured against my skin. "First, we're going to finish what we started in the car this morning. And that will require much less clothing." His fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans, and his hands tugged insistently until I raised my hips so that he could divest me of the denim. He grasped my thighs and pulled up, bending my knees so that my feet were on the bed. My legs splayed open, and his eyes reflected raw arousal as they saw the lacy boyshorts that matched the bra he had already discarded. My entire body blushed under his examination
"Much less clothing for both of us," I emphasized, pulling at the hem of his shirt, and watching with anticipation as he reached down and pulled the shirt over his head. No matter how many times I saw Edward shirtless, the sight never failed to make my mouth water. I reached out and trailed my fingers from the middle of his chest and down the thickening line of hair that dipped below the waistband of his jeans. "C'mon baby, show me some skin," I teased, tracing my finger around his belly button and smiling when his abdominal muscles rippled in response.
He made even quicker work of his jeans than he had of mine, his fingers nimble on the buttons. "A little help?" he asked, his voice husky as he reached for my hands and placed them on his hips.
I sat up and slid forward, letting my legs drop over the side of the bed on either side of his thighs. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs and tugged, my fingers caressing his flesh as it was uncovered. When I had worked the denim and cotton down past his thighs, I reached around and smacked his ass lightly, blushing at the impulse that had led me to do it, and yet still giggling when he jumped in surprise.
"Bella," he growled, his eyes blazing. Instead of the anger I had seen this morning, it was passion that fueled this emerald fire. I watched unabashedly as he pushed his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them and then stood before me in all his aroused glory. Oh, God!
"Edward," I growled back, reaching up and grasping his shoulders, pulling him roughly down to me, sighing in pleasure at the feel of his hard flesh against my soft curves.
"Bella," he repeated, this time softly, my name an accolade as he grasped my face between his hands and kissed me softly but thoroughly. As much as I loved his gentle lovemaking, I was still on edge from our encounter on the road and too many weeks of forced abstinence. I deepened the kiss, whimpering as he responded to my boldness. I didn't just want him... I needed him, desperately.
Edward's fingers were on my hips, tugging down on my boyshorts and baring my flesh to his seeking touch. His lips left mine and sought a path to my breasts where my nipples stood at attention, begging for his mouth. After a few slow licks, he took one taut peak between his lips, and I gasped his name, arching my back and grasping his hair in my hands. I swore when he took the other nipple between his lips and between his teeth, the pleasure and pain mingling into one overwhelming sensation.
When Edward's hands moved lower, grasping my hips and lifting my bottom, he murmured his intentions against my skin, just loud enough for me to hear over my pounding heart although I don't think he intended for me to hear at all. Our text messages earlier this week had been tame compared to this. The words he used set me ablaze, profanities I had heard him utter before, but never as verbs or descriptions. Words that before I would have considered dirty if not for the love he put in the acts Edward described. They were so base and erotic that I felt as if I could come just from hearing him utter them.
"Yes," I hissed, my eyes rolling back in my head as all of my senses were overwhelmed by Edward. The tactile feel of his skin, lips and tongue on me. His scent, mixed with the smell of arousal and sex in the air. The husky sound of his voice, somehow rougher when coupled with the dirty words. The taste of him that still lingered in my mouth from our deep, erotic kisses. And the sight of his beautiful face and magnificent body spread out over mine. It was almost too much, as it always was with this man. As I knew it always would be.
Edward worked my body expertly, as if we had been doing this together for years, not mere months. His hands, lips, fingers and tongue on my sex brought me to a shattering climax that left me crying and shuddering beneath him. As I came down from my Edward-induced high, I felt him roll away and reach for his jeans. When he came back to rest beside me, condom in hand, I was waiting to strike.
I pushed Edward to his back, my shove a little rough. His eyes widened and nostrils flared as I climbed over him, straddling his waist and settling my still quaking center against his abdomen. I could feel his cock, hard and heavy, beneath my bottom, and I couldn't stop myself from grinding down just a little bit.
I leaned down and licked Edward's lips, tasting myself on them and moaning. The look he was giving me obliterated any boundaries I might have had left. "God, I love it when you fuck me with your tongue," I said, using the same words he had used to describe what he was going to do to me. I felt his body go still in shock, while at the same time his cock twitched beneath me, and I couldn't stop myself from rubbing against him. I slid my lips to his ear. "I love it when you lick my pussy, baby," I breathed, loving the sound of his gasp when he realized I was using his words.
"Fuck, Bella," Edward groaned, lifting his hands to grasp my hips, his fingers biting into the tender flesh there. I didn't even care that I'd probably have a bruise in the morning.
"Yes, you're going to fuck Bella," I promised, sucking his earlobe between my lips and biting down lightly. "But Bella's got a few things she wants to do to you first," I whispered. He shuddered and groaned, his hips rising and his erection sliding along my drenched folds. The sensation of his hard flesh where I desperately needed to feel him was almost enough to derail my plans. Almost.
I moved slowly down his body, my lips mapping each inch of flesh as I descended. Edward groaned, gasped and cursed as my explorations became bolder, and both of us were panting by the time I positioned myself between his knees, his legs spread wide to accommodate me. I used the tip of my index finger to trace the vein on the underside of his erection and then followed the path with my tongue, staring up at him as I did so. He arched his neck and his eyes rolled back in his head at the contact, the same as mine had when I was the recipient of his oral attentions.
"Mmmmm," I hummed as I took as much of his length in my mouth as I could. I felt Edward shudder, and saw him fist his hands in the comforter as his hips jerked involuntarily. I wrapped my fingers around his base, squeezing gently as I began to move my mouth up and down on his shaft. I reached for his hand, lifting it and placing it on the back of my head as I licked the plump tip of his erection. "I wanted so badly to suck you off in the car, until that truck ruined our fun. Show me, baby. Show me how you want to fuck my mouth," I murmured against his skin.
Edward's head lifted from the pillow and he stared down at me, his eyes radiating lust. "Jesus Christ Bella!" he choked out, watching as I bobbed my head. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, and his fingers tightened in my hair. I purred around his cock and felt the answering tug on my scalp as his hand guided me in my movements, his hips rocking. His arousal fed mine, and soon I was rubbing my thighs together frantically, my own lust at a fever pitch.
I cupped my free hand around his balls and squeezed gently, and Edward's hips rose even higher off the bed. "Bella, you've got to stop!" Edward growled, his movements belying his words as he continued to thrust gently into my mouth. "Fuck!" he groaned when I swallowed around his length, his tip brushing the back of my throat, and I felt a tremor shake his body. "Please, I want to be inside you," he begged, and I reluctantly released him.
I found the condom abandoned beside his hip and I tore open the wrapper and smoothed it over his erection. I kissed my way up his body, feeling feminine satisfaction at his ragged breathing and rapid heartbeat. We both groaned as I lowered myself, taking him into my body until I was able to press my hips flush against his. I leaned over to kiss him, and he wrapped his arms tightly around me, his mouth ravaging mine.
"I was afraid you weren't going to stop," he said with a moan as I began to move, my hips swiveling over his.
"I didn't want to," I confessed. "One of these days I will suck you until you come and scream my name," I said, again using the same words he had used with me earlier. I should've been blushing. But the way Edward responded when I spoke to him the same way he had to me just reinforced the sexual liberation and freedom I felt with him. Something I had never felt before.
"Bella, you dirty girl," Edward gasped, groaning as he moved with me, our bodies stroking hard and deep.
"Only for you, baby," I whispered in his ear. We were both so primed from our foreplay – both verbal and physical – that I could tell this was going to be a very quick, very intense climax.
Edward's hands slid down my back and he palmed my ass roughly, pulling me as tight as possible against him. "Shit sweetheart, I can't hold on," he said through gritted teeth. He lifted one hand and brought it back down against my flesh, spanking me as I had done to him earlier. His eyes were wide with shock when they met mine, as if he hadn't intended to do what he had done. His entire body was frozen beneath mine as he waited for my reaction.
"Fuck!" I cried out, feeling my pussy clench on his length, the sting of the light slap almost immediately replaced by an unexpected rush of pleasure. I grabbed his hair and kissed him with all the wildness his action made me feel. "Again," I rasped, stroking his teeth with my tongue, and I gasped loudly when he repeated the action on the opposite cheek, the sting immediately pushing me over the edge into one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had.
"Oh Christ, I'm coming," Edward groaned, lifting his hips and bottom off the bed and pressing so deep inside me I couldn't feel where he ended and I began. I ground against him in counterpoint, and we both moaned as our bodies continued to pulse together.
It was at least five minutes before I was able to bring my breathing under control. I could hear the frantic pounding of Edward's heart where my ear was pressed to his sweaty chest. His breathing was just as ragged as mine as we came down off of the most mind-blowingly amazing sex we'd experienced so far.
After disposing of the condom, Edward pulled back the golden comforter and tucked us beneath it, and we lay there watching the sun slowly set behind the trees. My limbs were weak and my body heavy with exhaustion as I snuggled into his side, my leg thrown over both of his.
"So, you like the cabin?" Edward asked in a conversational tone, as if we had been just chatting up until now instead of indulging in wild sexcapades.
I laughed. "Yes, I do. And I think this bed is my favorite place on earth right now," I told him, tracing circles on his bare chest and pressing a kiss just above his pectoral muscle where I could feel his heart beating the strongest. "Thank you so much for bringing me here. It's wonderful, and most definitely qualifies as 'someplace special'."
Edward pressed a kiss to my damp forehead. "I'm glad you think so, because this has always been my favorite place. More so now that I have you here, love. You know I've never brought anyone here before?" he said, his voice a little bashful.
I was surprised, especially if this place meant as much to him as it seemed. "No one? Not even a girlfriend in high school or college?" Not even Heidi? I thought mulishly, unwilling to bring her name into this happy moment.
"Nope. No one," he confirmed. "Rosalie's been coming here with Emmett since we were in high school, but I never had anyone I wanted to bring here, until you."
My heart swelled with love, and I had to blink back tears. "I love you," I whispered gruffly, stretching so that I could kiss him.
"I love you too," he said, his mouth soft and his lips lingering on mine.
"So if you never brought a girl here, you've never…. well, you know…here," I teased, my voice low as a blush heated my cheeks. Apparently my earlier boldness had faded in our post coital glow.
Edward's eyes widened and a sexy grin spread across his face. "No, I haven't. You are my first, my pretty girl. It was always my biggest fantasy, to make love to my girlfriend in the family cottage. I was always so jealous of Rose and Emmett when they'd sneak off. Thank you for making that dream come true."
"Oh baby, I've only just begun fulfilling your fantasies," I breathed, burying my fingers in his hair and kissing him passionately, vowing to spend our time here making as many of his dreams come true as I could.
Not a bad way to being a vacation, hmmmmm? And trust me, Edward's got a lot more planned for our Bella!
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