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Despite difficult circumstances in their own lives, my betas pull through for me every time. There are simply no words to describe the gratitude I feel for Iadorepugs and Cullen_Crazy01. I love you both. And extra hugs go out to my very special pre-reader, Billi Cullen. You must check out her fic, A Shock to the System, which is freaking hilarious and has one of the sexiest Edwards I know of in the fandom. And I'm not just saying that because I beta for her!
Again, I find myself beginning an update with an apology for taking so long. I won't go into the boring details of my RL drama, but only ask that you forgive me for the long wait. The wedding night...and final regular chapter of Never Enough starts below...
Chapter 38
It was quiet and calm at Cullen Cabin. If I listened very closely, I could hear the faint sounds of music and revelry coming from the house on the water through the open windows in the living room. I imagined our friends and family would stay late into the night, dancing and celebrating, and I hoped they had a wonderful time. But there was nowhere I would rather be than this serene cabin in the woods with my husband.
My husband. I looked over at Edward, who was standing near the window, staring out into the dark night. His vest was unbuttoned, his tie askew, his hair standing out in several different directions. He was breathtaking with the moonlight highlighting his features.
He turned, smiling as he caught me staring. "What?" he asked self-consciously, running his fingers through his hair once again.
"I'm just enjoying looking at my husband," I said softly.
Edward smiled the crooked grin that I loved. "Mmmm, come here, wife," he commanded in a gentle voice, and I crossed the room to stand by his side. He lifted my left hand with his, our wedding bands reflecting in the low light as he lifted my fingers to his lips for a kiss. He cupped my face in his hands and then tried to thread his fingers into my hair so that he could tilt my head back, but had to stop when he was unable to work his fingers into the strands. "Um, Bella? What the hell is wrong with your hair?"
"'Industrial strength hairspray, in case of inclement weather'," I quoted Alice with a giggle, poking at a strand and hearing it crackle in response. "I believe it can withstand hurricane force winds. Don't get too close, you might poke your eye out."
Edward leaned down and kissed me anyway, his lips warm and hungry. "I'm afraid that's just not acceptable. I plan on getting very, very close to you, Mrs. Cullen." My new name caused a thrill of desire to race down my spine. "Would you like to take a shower to get that cement out of your hair? I could get us some wine, a little something to eat, and meet you in the bedroom in about twenty minutes?"
"That sounds wonderful," I admitted, looking forward to ridding myself of the heavy makeup and elaborate hairdo and eagerly anticipating preparing myself for the rest of our night. And I couldn't wait to share my wedding night surprise with him, the one I had barely kept quiet for the past few weeks.
It took three scrubbings to get all the remnants of the hair products out, so I took a little extra time to condition it thoroughly, luxuriating in the warm water. I thought back through the day, smiling and even laughing as certain memories surfaced. As I relived our first dance as husband and wife, my longing for Edward suddenly overtook me, and I hastened to complete my shower and join him.
After I dried off and scented myself with Edward's favorite lotion, I towel-dried my hair as best I could, squeezing the excess moisture from the length. I pulled my wedding night lingerie from my overnight case and put it on. I had eschewed the traditional white or ivory bride's attire in favor of Edward's favorite color. The dark sapphire blue lace and silk skimmed across my breasts, with bows at the shoulders and waist. The hem stopped at the tops of my thighs, and the coordinating panties had matching bows at each side. Wanting to talk with him for a few minutes, I covered myself with a terrycloth robe before leaving the bathroom, looking forward to his reaction when I did reveal myself.
Soft music was playing in the bedroom, and the light of several candles flickered from the dresser top. A bottle of champagne sat chilling in a bucket beside a tray filled with fruit, cheese, and some of the delicious chocolates and desserts from the wedding reception. Edward had discarded his vest, shoes and socks, but was still wearing his dress shirt and trousers from the wedding, his sleeves rolled up so that I could admire his muscular forearms. He turned when he heard my footsteps, smiling at me and making my heart fill with love.
I crossed the room to stand before him and he slid his arms around my waist and pulled me close. He rested his cheek on the top of my head, his palms making slow circles on my back, and I both heard and felt his sigh.
I put a little space between us so I could look up at him, sliding my hands up to touch him. "You've been so quiet today," I murmured, stroking his face with my fingertips, loving the way he closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, a whisper of a smile on his lips.
"I had no words, Bella. My heart was just too full," Edward said, opening his eyes and staring into mine. And in that moment, I knew just what he meant, because I didn't know what to say either. There were too many words, and none of them were adequate.
So I decided to let my kiss speak for me instead. I rose to my toes and brushed my lips across his throat and skimmed his jaw before nibbling on his lower lip. The taste of his breath was intoxicating, and I moaned softly when he opened his mouth to mine. Our lips moved together languorously, our tongues tangling lazily as we shared endless kisses.
Eventually words began tumbling out. "I love you, Edward," I whispered, my fingers tracing his cheekbones, his jaw, tangling in his hair, tugging gently, scraping against his scalp.
"Mmmm, Bella, my love," he groaned softly, his voice rough with emotion and desire. His fingers fisted my robe as our kiss grew more fevered, and my own hands sought the front of his shirt to undo buttons and bare his skin to me.
"I'm dying to see what you're wearing under that robe, Mrs. Cullen" Edward said in a low voice, reaching down to tug on the tie, pulling me forward so that we were only a hair's breadth apart.
"Well, use those capable hands of yours to find out, husband," I teased, deliberately biting my bottom lip and giggling when he claimed my lips roughly in a hungry kiss.
Several things happened at once. Edward's fingers loosened the tie on my terry cloth robe and slid into the opening, a low growl escaping his lips as his fingers encountered the smooth silk of my negligee. I raised my hands to untuck his shirt, needing to feel his warm flesh beneath my palms. And my cell phone started to blare Charlie's ringtone from the nightstand at the same time the sound of fists pounding against the front door.
I pulled back and Edward was looking at me in confusion. "What the hell?" we said simultaneously. I started to become concerned, knowing that Sarah and Will were with Charlie and Sue, and that they would never call me tonight unless it was an absolute emergency.
Edward was suddenly all business. He closed my robe and tightened the tie, kissing my cheek quickly. "You get your phone and see what Charlie needs. I'll go answer the door."
"Bella!" Charlie all but shouted into the phone. "Thank God I was able to reach you!"
"Dad, what's wrong?" I asked, worried now, looking toward the doorway where Edward had disappeared downstairs. What in the world could have happened in the last hour to have inspired the panic I heard in Charlie's voice?
"Bella, I'm so sorry. I made you a promise, but I wasn't able to follow through," Charlie was babbling into the phone now. I started pawing through my suitcase, trying to locate clothes for wherever we needed to go—back to the house, to the hospital, a return trip to Port Angeles, whatever was necessary.
"Just tell me what's wrong, Dad, and where we need to meet you. Is it Sarah, or Will?" I asked, cringing as I waited for his answer.
"Meet me? Sarah or Will? No Bells, you don't need to meet me anywhere. And it's not Sarah or Will. It's…"
"Seth! What the hell are you doing here?" Edward yelled from downstairs, his voice carrying through the house.
"Was that Edward? Is Seth already there?" Charlie growled into the phone.
I pulled the tie tighter on my robe and felt my anger flare as I turned on my heel and left the bedroom. "Seth? This is about Seth?" I yelled, both into the phone and loud enough for Edward to hear as I pounded down the stairs.
"Now Bells, calm down, I can explain" Seth called from the doorway, where Edward was blocking his entrance. I could see Quil just beyond them as well. What the hell were they doing here?
"Seth, what did you do?" I demanded.
"It's not so much what I did, because I was gonna fix it, but it's what this idiot did after," Seth snarled, nodding his head towards Quil, who started yelling back at Seth.
"Everybody. Shut. UP!" Edward shouted, his voice echoing in the sudden silence. He released Seth and then closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger before turning to me with a soft smile and an apologetic look. "Sorry, love." I blew him a kiss. "All right, both of you inside, on the couch. You've got two minutes to explain yourself, Clearwater, then I want you OUT of here, got it?"
I watched as Seth and Quil crossed the room to sit stiffly on the couch, glaring at one another the whole time. "Seth, tell us what's going on, now," Edward demanded in a deceptively calm voice, coming to stand beside me and slipping his arms around my waist.
Seth looked at me, then at Edward, then back to me with a guilty look that I recognized from earlier today. He had done that at the reception, before turning away to his friends. "What the hell have you done Seth?"
Seth still didn't speak. "You said you'd never mess with me again, so you'd better fucking spill, because I am out of patience. This is our wedding night man!" Edward snarled.
Seth held up his hands. "Okay, okay. Look, this was meant purely in fun, until this asshole got involved." Quil grumbled, but quieted quickly when Edward glared at him. "I snuck into the cabin earlier today and I...I...I stole your condoms."
"You...you...stole..." Edward stuttered, and I looked up at him, watching as an uncharacteristic blush climbed his cheeks to match the redness of my own. How mortifying that Seth and Quil knew what kind of birth control Edward and I used!
"Seth, you are such a jackass!" I yelled. "Give them back. Now."
"I felt bad and I was going to put them back before the end of the reception, but then this dipshit found them, and he destroyed them," Seth said, pointing accusingly at Quil.
"Well when I found them, and so freaking many of them, I mean, Jesus Christ, really? I thought you were planning on using them with my cousin Caroline, and I wasn't about to let you disrespect her that way," Quil said, jutting his chin out in a surly manner.
Edward now had both hands in his hair and looked like he was going to start pulling it out by the roots. Edward looked from Quil to Seth. "So let's see if I get this straight. Seth snuck in here and took them, and then Quil destroyed them? All of them?" He sounded pretty desperate to me, and I understood why.
I think Seth could hear Edward's desperation as well, and he gulped audibly. "All of them. And I tried calling in to town, but there are no stores open this late, damn tourist town. Short of making an announcement at the wedding reception asking for a condom donation for the groom, there was nothing else I could think of. I'm sorry, Edward."
I reached up and grabbed Edward's hand before he really did start pulling out his hair, so relieved now for my wedding surprise. "Baby, it's okay. C'mon, let's get rid of the guys and go back to our wedding night."
Edward turned to me with a slightly dazed look in his eyes. "Bella, it's not okay, and it's not like we can go back to our wedding night now. Seth, you little fucker, you just had to go and pull one more practical joke..."
"Edward, really, it's okay, we'll be fine. Seth, Quil, leave now. We'll see you tomorrow."
"How can you be so calm?" Edward asked, his voice starting to rise. "Bella, I know he's your brother, but for God's sake, this is our wedding night. Forgive me if I sound like an assuming ass, but I was kinda planning on getting laid tonight, and I thought you were too, if that little silk and lace number you're wearing is any indication. When our chosen method of contraception is condoms and these idiots have destroyed all of our condoms, I guess I find it a little difficult to keep my cool and say everything will be okay and just send them on their way!" Edward was shouting now, his eyes flashing, and frankly I was as aroused as hell.
"We don't need the condoms, Edward," I said quietly, wishing now that I had told him earlier what I had decided to save as a wedding night surprise instead.
Edward continued on, not even hearing what I said. "I had every intention of reenacting every night of our stay here as many times as I could before we left tomorrow—bedroom, hot tub, fireplace, hell, even the meadow if I could wait long enough to get you out there." He pulled me roughly against him and kissed me, his tongue delving deeply into my mouth before quickly pulling away. "Damn it!" he yelled, pulling at his hair again.
"Edward," I reached for him, trying to pull him closer to whisper in his ear, "We don't need the condoms, because I have an IUD." He didn't hear me because we were interrupted halfway through my confession by the sound of Seth and Quil arguing about whose fault it was.
Edward whistled loudly, and Seth and Quil looked up with guilty expressions. "It doesn't really matter whose fault it is, because the damage is done. Get the hell out of my sight."
"Edward, man, I really am sorry, you have no idea how sorry," Seth tried to say again, his voice positively miserable.
"Baby, it's okay," I tried to say to Edward again, tugging on his arm, needing to get him alone so I could talk to him privately.
But he talked right over me, glaring at Seth. "Seth, I don't care how sorry you are, nothing is going to change that you ruined this night for your sister and me," Edward told him.
"If Atera hadn't destroyed them all…"
"Fuck you Clearwater! If you hadn't taken the Goddamn condoms in the first place…"
Even as I tried to hold on to Edward's arm, he pulled away from me and grabbed Seth's elbow and Quil's forearm to escort them to the door. I couldn't take it any longer. Frustrated that no one would listen to me, I threw my hands up in the air and yelled "THE CONDOMS DON'T MATTER BECAUSE I HAVE AN IUD!" Everyone turned to look at me in stunned silence, and I felt my face flame in response. "Oh shit, did I really yell that?"
"I don't care if you yelled it, is it true?" Edward asked, staring at me. I nodded, looking down in mortification. "Why didn't you say anything before, sweetheart?"
"I wanted to surprise you," I said, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole. "Happy wedding?" I croaked, my voice squeaky.
"I'm hanging up now," I heard my father mutter in my ear, and I realized in horror that Charlie had still been on the phone and had heard the whole exchange.
I heard a strangled laugh from behind me, and Edward turned to glare at Seth and Quil, who were standing there trying to smother their laughter. "Why exactly are you still here?"
"We just left," Quil said quickly, pushing Seth towards the door. "Have fun, newlyweds."
Edward shut and locked the door behind them, leaning against it with a sigh and running his fingers through his hair. "Okay Bella, let's back up a couple of steps. You have an IUD."
"Yes," I said, still blushing, embarrassed as hell that I had yelled it out in front of everyone.
"So we don't need condoms any more."
"Yes," I said again. Apparently Edward was finally catching up.
"So..." Edward looked a little confused again, like he didn't know what to do next.
"So, let's get back in the damn bedroom, husband," I teased him. "Has your brain stopped working or something?"
Edward strode forward and pulled me into his arms, grabbing my ass and pulling me against his hips so that I could feel his erection hardening against my stomach. "No, but I'm afraid all the blood is currently being diverted to my other head."
"And that's without even seeing what I'm wearing under the robe," I joked, running my index finger down the vee of my robe and revealing a tiny bit of blue silk.
Edward started backing me toward the staircase, his lips caressing the column of my throat. "Like you're going to be wearing that for more than five seconds anyway," he murmured in a low, hypnotic voice, and I shivered.
"Upstairs, please," I nearly begged, wanting him almost beyond reason now.
"Yes, my sweet wife," he agreed with a groan as turned me around and followed me up the stairs, his hands slipping beneath my robe to caress my legs. I giggled and squirmed beneath his touch, enjoying the sound of his warm chuckle close to my ear.
We bypassed the champagne and food, heading straight for the bed. Edward paused a few steps away, his hands at my waist. "Show me?" he asked.
I nodded, and he dropped his hands. I reached for the tie and then turned around so my back was to him. I opened my robe slowly, lowering it as I looked over my shoulder at him. Edward swallowed hard, his eyes blazing as he followed the thick fabric's descent down my back. When the robe reached my bottom, I dropped the sleeves and the rest of the terry cloth tumbled to the floor, leaving me standing there in the silky fabric. I turned slowly and felt my knees go weak at the love I saw in his eyes.
"Bella, you are so damn beautiful," Edward rasped, reaching his hand out to me, his fingertips brushing up my arms to come to rest on my shoulders just beneath the silk bows. "You know my favorite part of this outfit?" he asked.
"What?" I asked breathlessly.
"This," Edward said, lifting my hand and placing a soft kiss on my left ring finger where my wedding band was nestled next to my engagement ring.
"That's mine, too," I agreed, reaching out to free the remaining buttons on his shirt before pushing it from his shoulders to join my robe on the floor, sighing in satisfaction when my fingertips finally made contact with his warm, muscular flesh.
"I don't know if I can do this the right way," Edward said, his voice trembling almost as much as his fingers, which were tracing the lines of my negligee, gooseflesh erupting in their wake.
"The right way?" I asked, touched by the nervousness in his gaze and his voice. "Edward, it's only been a few weeks. I'm sure you haven't forgotten how to make love," I teased, wanting to make him smile.
It worked, and I was rewarded with a dazzling grin and a warm kiss as he pulled me closer, his hands wandering beneath the silk to caress my skin. "I mean that it's our wedding night, and our lovemaking should be slow and reverent, an expression of our feelings. But after eight weeks, all of the drama tonight, and then learning that I get to be with you skin-to-skin," this last bit ended with a groan as he traced the column of my neck with urgent kisses. "Bella, I don't know that I can be slow and worship you the way you deserve. I want you too much, sweetheart."
I reached up and cupped his face with my hands, forcing him to look at me. "Edward, it wasn't so long ago that we stood in the kitchen of this very cabin and you convinced me that no matter how we came together, it's making love because it's us. Whether it's slow and sweet, hard and fast, or anything in between, so long as we both want it that way, it's fine."
His smile was relieved, while mine turned naughty. I gently pushed him back towards the bed. "Besides, after eight weeks without you, I don't think I can handle slow and worshipful right now, baby. I need you far too much." I reached out and rubbed my palm along his fly, both of us groaning as I cupped his erection, my other hand making quick work of the button and zipper on his trousers.
"Oh God, no more of that, or it'll be over before we start," Edward hissed, pulling my hand away. "Seriously Bella, I'm afraid I'm worse than a teenage boy on prom night here. I probably should have rubbed one out while you were in the bathroom or something. The good news is my recovery time will be excellent, but after eight weeks, I'll probably be a two-pump chump," he said as he chuckled apologetically, his cheeks pink.
"Maybe we can do something about that?" I suggested innocently, my smile anything but. Edward moaned as he leaned down to kiss me, and I divested him of his slacks and boxer briefs so that he was completely nude before me. He paused kissing me only long enough to pull the covers back so that we could climb into the bed and then he pulled me back into his arms, our lips and tongues tangling lazily as we embraced slowly.
Edward's fingers traced the bodice of my negligee, and I shivered under his touch, my nipples hardening. He smiled, his gaze darkening with lust as his fingertips stroked across the fabric to trace and tease the taut peaks. I inhaled raggedly, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him to me for another kiss, this one a little more forceful.
Edward still seemed a little hesitant, so I decided to take control, pushing him so that he was lying back against the pillows and sitting up on my knees next to him. I ran my fingers down his torso, tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen, the vee of his hips, and down his thighs, then moved between his knees.
I knelt between Edward's legs, stroking his cock as I watched him watching me. His eyes were heavy with lust as he clenched his jaw, his expression almost pained as I worked my hand along his length. I leaned down and kissed the tip, my tongue swirling to catch the bead of pre-cum that escaped, and Edward groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head for a moment before he looked back down at me, his eyes almost wild now. I kept my gaze locked with his as I opened my lips to take him in.
Edward reached down and stroked my cheek with his fingertips, his touch gentle. He put his hand on my head, not guiding my movements, just following. His hips started shifting with the rhythm I set, soft groans and words of love escaping his lips.
"Bella, up here, sweetheart," Edward said, his voice strained and husky. He motioned for me to turn so that I was facing in the opposite direction, my head still between his legs and my hips near his shoulders. He rolled on his side, taking me with him and placing one of my legs over his shoulder. I inhaled sharply when he grasped my hips, pulling me towards him as he pressed urgent open-mouthed kisses to my inner thigh. "This outfit is magnificent, but it absolutely has to go, right now," he growled against the lace crotch of my panties, his fingers nimbly loosening the silk ties and removing them, his lips hot on my flesh.
"Edddddwardddd," I groaned, his cock still between my lips as my hips bucked against his mouth. He chuckled darkly, using his fingers to spread me as his tongue slid through my folds and sought my clit, already throbbing with need for him. We had pleasured each other orally before, but never simultaneously, and I found it incredibly arousing but hard to concentrate on what I was doing to him and what he was doing to me at the same time.
Edward didn't seem to have the same trouble multi-tasking. He worked between my legs to bring my arousal to a fever pitch. His lips kissed and sucked at my hypersensitive flesh as his tongue delved and his fingers pressed and curled, seeking out my depths. My legs were shaking, clenched tightly around his shoulders as I gasped and groaned his name.
I felt him chuckle again, the vibrations making me shudder and moan, and I realized that I wasn't reciprocating at all. I was merely clutching his thighs and gyrating my hips against his face while his cock, hard and slick with the wetness of his pre-cum, rubbed against my collarbone. Flustered at my preoccupation, I resolved to see if I could make him as crazy as he was making me.
I loosened my grip on his legs, smoothing my hands to his knees, then trailing my fingers back up the inside of his thighs, feeling his muscles ripple beneath them. I reached to cup his scrotum with one hand and grasped his shaft with the other, bringing him back to my mouth, sliding him between my lips and laving him with my tongue. I felt his body shudder and heard him swear, his mouth faltering against me for the briefest of moments, and I smiled, renewing my efforts by sliding him deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling against him as I began to suck. I used one hand to stroke his length that I couldn't fit into my mouth, and the other to stroke his balls and a finger on that hand to gently massage his perineum.
Edward gave just as good as he got, using his fingers, lips, tongue, and even occasionally his teeth to take me just as high. He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top so that I was literally straddling his face, his hands holding me forcefully by my ass so that he was fucking me with his tongue, his chin hitting my clit in perfect counterpoint. I was frantic for release, grinding on his face as I sucked on him, moaning his name around his rigid length and begging him to come.
I felt the sharp sting of a slap on first one cheek, then the other, and a guttural scream escaped my throat as I was suddenly thrown into my orgasm. My thighs clamped down on either side of Edward's head as he continued to lick and suckle my flesh. I wanted to make him scream too, but I didn't know if I could remember my own name, or even how to breathe.
"I want you to come in my mouth," I murmured against his hard flesh as I licked my way up his length and lowered my mouth over him once again, and that was all it took. Edward groaned loudly as his hips flexed and his body shuddered under mine, his fingers biting into my thighs as he came in long streams down my throat and steadied himself to ride out the aftershocks.
Still panting from exertion, I disentangled my legs from Edward's shoulders, moving to lie beside him on the bed. Edward rolled onto his side to face me, and then turned and knelt over me as he crawled slowly up my body, kissing and caressing my skin as he did. He paused to nuzzle my breasts, licking both peaks until they were stiff and aching.
He worked his way up my chest to my collarbones, my neck and my jaw. He untied the bows at my shoulders, and we lay entwined for some time kissing and caressing one another, exchanging words of love and adoration. I felt his hardness press at my hip. "You were right, that is impressive recovery time, Mr. Cullen," I teased, angling my body towards his, wanting him desperately.
"One benefit of our pre-wedding sexbargo, Mrs. Cullen," Edward joked in return, sliding his hand down my thigh and around the back of my knee, grasping my leg and pulling it up over his hip, opening me to his exploring fingers.
I wrapped my other leg around his thigh and hissed when I felt the head of his cock graze my wetness, needing him now. "Please Edward. No more waiting. I've been dying to feel you inside me, no more barriers. Just you and me, nothing but skin."
"Your wish, my command, Mrs. Cullen," he said, reaching down to align our bodies, thrusting gently to bring us together with a low moan. "Bella, my God. So warm, so wet. I've never..." He stopped moving, it almost seemed like he stopped breathing for a minute.
I reached up and touched his face. "Edward, are you okay?"
"Fucking amazing...I've never...first time...without condom..." he couldn't seem to complete his thoughts as he started to thrust ever-so-slowly, and I suddenly understood what he was saying. And it was fucking amazing, skin-to-skin like this. I could feel every inch of him in exquisite detail. And if it was like that for me, I could only imagine how much better it was for him.
He began moving faster, and both of us were panting and moaning like we never had before. I felt like I was on fire. I pulled him to me, kissing him ravenously as our bodies moved together, the sensations indescribable. Edward rose to his knees, pulling my legs so they were up against his chest and placing his hands under my bottom. I gasped at the new angle and threw my head back, feeling my orgasm building even faster. "So fucking tight," Edward groaned through clenched teeth, looking down and watching his body disappear into mine.
He groaned even louder when I reached down and cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples as he watched. Edward grasped my hand and pulled it up to his lips, kissing my fingertips, then sucking on them for a moment and making me gasp. He took my hand and led it to my pussy and put my moistened fingertips on my clit, commanding roughly, "Touch yourself for me, Bella. I want to watch"
I moaned breathily, feeling him sliding into me just beneath where my fingers rested. I slid my fingers down, feeling his flesh slick with my arousal as he retreated and advanced within me, gathering the wetness so that I could massage my swollen clit as he had requested. Edward swore at he felt my fingers on him, and again as I followed his bidding. I lifted my head to watch us, my mouth going dry at the erotic sight of our bodies coming together. I stroked myself harder, faster, making sure to slide my fingers down to stroke against his cock as he entered me, all of the sensations coming together to bring me to the brink. I needed this, needed him as much as I needed to breathe.
"Edward!" I cried, reaching up and wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, pulling his face to mine, my kiss frantic as I felt my body starting to convulse around his. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me almost to a sitting position, my hips straddling him as he pounded in to me.
"Oh fuck, Bella!" he groaned loudly into my mouth, biting my bottom lip as his orgasm took hold. I felt his cock pulse within me as he buried himself to the hilt, his hands almost bruising my hips, but I didn't care. His lips were penitent on mine as he kissed me softly, apologetically even as his heart still raced out of control. "Sweetheart," he whispered. "God Bella, I love you so much."
"I love you too, baby," I said, stroking his face with my hand, running my fingers through his hair. "You like your wedding surprise then?" I teased, wiggling on his lap where he was still semi-hard within me.
Edward shivered, his flesh covered with goosebumps. "Wife, you are going to kill me. I know my earlier recovery time was impressive, but I will need at least some sustenance before round three tonight."
I giggled. "Good thing we have provisions. Would you like a little something to eat?"
"Let me get something for you, Mrs. Cullen," Edward insisted, leaning forward and giving me a lingering kiss.
"Mmmmm," I murmured, wrapping my arms around him. I pouted when we separated, then grimaced. "Ewwww, now I remember why I liked condoms," I said, trying to move as little as possible.
"Well I have to say that was the most amazing experience of my entire life, so I'll do whatever it takes to make sure we repeat it as often as possible, even if it means I take the wet spot for the rest of our lives," Edward joked, kissing the tip of my nose before getting out of bed to retrieve two glasses of champagne and a plate of fruit and desserts from the reception. I giggled and whistled at him, and he looked over his shoulder, winking as he wiggled his ass at me.
We sat against the mound of pillows at the headboard, the blanket thrown over us to ward off the chill. Edward handed me a glass of champagne and asked, "Shall we make a toast?"
I raised my glass. "Certainly. To what shall we drink?" I asked, a feeling of déjà vu sweeping over me as I recalled having this exact conversation, albeit clothed, on New Year's Eve.
"To the beginning of a particularly spectacular life," Edward said sweetly, reaching forward to cup my cheek with his hand, his crooked smile making my heart skip a beat.
"To Edward," I whispered.
"To Bella," he whispered back, leaning forward.
"To us," we both said as our lips met once again.
The End
Yeah, I had a little panic attack typing those two little words, those six little letters up there. This is the official end of Never Enough. I do have a single epilogue planned. It is over half written, but I will make no promises about when it will post, because with all the RL turmoil going on, I don't want to make promises I can't keep. But if you keep the story on alert, you will see when the epi posts.
I do have a few projects in the works, including continuing the EPOV of Never Enough – Enough to Hope, some one-shots, a collaboration, and possibly a new story of my own as well. I have no idea what the posting schedules may be at this point, so if you're interested in reading anything I may post in the future, please be sure to have me on author alert.
I thank each and every one of you that has read, alerted, and favorited Never Enough, but especially those of you who have taken the time to send me reviews, and mega thanks to those who have reviewed multiple times. Even though it took some time, I have now answered all of the reviews I have received. If you haven't reviewed yet, would you please consider leaving me one now that the story is finished? And if you've been a loyal reviewer, I'd love to hear what you think of our lovely couple's final bow. So, if there's anything in this chapter that made you smile, laugh, sigh, or even growl in frustration, I'd love to hear about it. And you WILL hear back from me, I promise. And much quicker this time than last – lol!
Thank you so much for taking this ride with me.
~ GrayMatters