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A/N
This chapter has been coming for a while, and I am happy to finally be posting it. I promise Bella is in for a ride and Alice just doesn't have a filter. I hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter 30
The lazy wind from the fan kept playing with tendrils of my hair. I knew Elizabeth was up from her nap because I could faintly hear her chatting combined with the soft padding of her feet as she moved around the house.
"Bella, baby?" Edward called softly. His fingers lithely ran over my hair.
"Mmm."
"You awake?" I nodded apathetic. "Alice is here to see you. She's out on the porch."
I peeled my eyes open. "I'll be out in a moment." I rubbed my eyes, while trying to ignore the numbing sickness. For days, it had been like this. I was horribly dizzy and hadn't been able to keep anything down. Edward had been amazing, so sweet and supportive. I felt guilty that I hadn't been able to appreciate this Eden, instead I just curled up on the couch and slept.
"Are you feeling better? Can I get you something to eat? Ice cream, perhaps?" he offered. His eyes were tender and full of concern.
"I'm okay," I drawled. My body was feeling a bit like an old rusty gate and all my joints were stiff from sleeping so much.
I sat up and stretched. I was sure that I looked exactly like I had slept for almost twenty-four hours straight this time. While shuffling out to see Alice, I adjusted my cotton shorts and my top, trying to look somewhat decent. I attempted to pat down my hair, but the humidity did unexplainable things to the strands and they had a will of their own in this heat.
"Hey Alice," I said trying to sound chipper. It had been days since I had seen her. Well, make that that we hadn't seen a shadow of them since we arrived. I guess that we both needed some privacy.
We hugged gently. Alice was literally radiating, smiling like her face was going to split in two. Her skin was glowing, while her cheeks were rosy and quite youthful and fresh. In general, she looked so healthy and like she had caught the sun. I gestured for the lounge set sitting under the canopy of wines.
"Where's Jasper?" I asked.
"Out running."
"Can I get you anything, Alice? A glass of white wine maybe?" Edward asked, while poking his head out the door.
"Gosh, yeah. I would love that," she answered and made herself comfortable on the couch.
I detected Edward shuffling around in the kitchen behind me. I was quiet for a moment, while I tried to ignore the churning in my stomach. I swallowed some sour-tasting bile. God, would this ever end?
Edward was almost silent when he placed a glass of white wine in front of Alice. Residue from the cold drink was trickling down the sides. His understanding smile lingered with me when he handed me a lemon Popsicle and a tall glass of water. During the past few days, he had learned all the ways to soothe my upset stomach and what would help to quench the sickness as much as possible. It was at the point of being unbearable.
Flashback
"God, Edward. You don't have to see this." I snorted and spat, before I was once more assaulted by a stomach cramp that forced the food from my stomach. My grip tightened around the lid of the toilet as I vomited brutally again. Edward's one hand was on my forehead literally holding my head while the other was rolled around my ponytail keeping my hair out of the line of fire.
"Complain all you want, Bella. I'm not leaving."
I vomited again. Then I turned to crying because I was so exhausted and humiliated. I had fallen asleep in the bathroom that night and Edward had carried me to bed.
Edward had called the doctor after that. There was nothing to do, but to drink lots of water and call him again if this progressed. The doctor didn't want to risk giving me something for the nausea because I was pregnant. I agreed with that, so I would just have to suck it up.
"Are the Twongs treating you alright?" Edward asked, while breaking through my heinous reverie.
"Better than that. They are so hospitable and the food is awesome. Not to mention the massages. I could seriously get used to this luxurious treatment," she trilled.
"Glad to hear that you're having fun."
She smiled sweetly in return, while running her tongue nervously over her teeth, but she said nothing. Oh, dear, I just bet that they were having fun.
I glanced around looking for Elizabeth when I realized that she wasn't out here. I could hear her, but not see her. "She's under the porch stairs," Edward said, while reading my panic. She had been camping there for days digging holes with her bucket and shovel. Besides me being sick, the days had been relaxing with a semblance of a routine. I appreciated it more than I could say. It was nice to have a meal, nap and bedtime for Elizabeth. Besides that, here we could all relax away from the press and the hustle of work and the city.
Alice's gaze was surreptitious and unwavering. "Are you having fun, Bella?"
"I am. Do you even have to ask?"
Just then, Elizabeth emerged from her hideout, squealing and running straight for Alice. She was covered in sand from head to toe. The slight slapping sound of her feet echoed as she threw herself into Alice's waiting arms.
"I missed you, baby girl." Alice's voice was animated and she ruffled her already chaotic hair. Elizabeth smiled, while slapping Alice's thighs and making small grains of sand fly everywhere. She turned suddenly and reached for the stem of the wineglass.
Edward caught her hand before any of us did. "No, sweetie. That is Auntie Alice's," he admonished. Elizabeth didn't care and kept reaching for the glass. Alice pulled it out of the way. "You want some water, Elizabeth?" Edward asked.
She nodded.
"Daddy will get you something to drink." He was only gone for a moment, before he was back with a pink plastic cup. Elizabeth slurped noisily while trails of fluid ran down her chin.
She smacked the cup down against the tabletop. "Water," she exclaimed.
"You want more?" I asked.
"No!" She shook her head, which made her curls bounce. "Daddy. Water." She pointed her chubby little finger towards the ocean. Edward lit up with a smile.
Moments later, I glanced to the beach front, where Elizabeth and Edward were trotting out into the ocean. With her hand pulled up high, she could just reach Edward's. I sat back enjoying the moment. Here, there were no distractions or commitments. We were just us and they had all the time in the world to bond. "They spend more time in the water than they do on shore." The first few times that Edward had taken her swimming, I had watched like a hawk because he was too far out for my comfort. However, his skill in the water and her inflatable wings, which made her float like a cork, eventually settled my nerves.
"She looks like she's really enjoying herself, so is Edward, I presume."
"Yes," I agreed quietly. Though I was feeling sick as a dog, I was nothing but happy. The one thing that I had learned over the past few days while being alone with Edward was that he was a nurturer. He truly enjoyed having someone to tend to. The look on his face when he could do something for me it was like I made his entire year. Elizabeth had his full attention when she wasn't napping. He always put her and me before any of his own needs. Having someone to care for was important to him. Besides, he never really sat still. If it wasn't Elizabeth or me that he was lavishing with his attention on, it was the house. Small things still needed to be finished here and there. While he was fixing something, Edward wore nothing but a pair of board shorts hanging off his hips and working gloves and was quite a sight to be reckoned with. Holy hell, he was hot. Even a pregnant girl with nausea from hell could appreciate that.
I headed for the lemon cooler before it melted into a puddle of sticky juice.
"Can I ask you something, Bella?" Alice's large blue eyes still didn't waver.
"Sure."
"Are you pregnant again?" She asked without further ado. I felt like I just swallowed my tongue.
"Why… why would you ask that?" I stuttered, as I sucked away at my Popsicle for something to do. The citrusy taste was quite an antidote to the heinous queasiness.
"I know you pretty well. Besides, there are a bunch of reasons really." She sighed, while keeping her eyes fully trained on me. "Some days, you eat like there is no tomorrow, while others you hardly touch your food like right now. Your skin is almost green. You're nauseous, right? You sleep all the time. Just now, Edward didn't even offer you a drink. He just served you water. You're also eating a lemon Popsicle. You hate lemon! Looking at you now, you're actually starting to have a little beer belly." She grinned, before shrugging. "And lastly, your boobs are huge!"
"Alice!" I mouthed shocked.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry if I'm being too blunt and you can tell me to butt out. I haven't been able to let it go the last few days, so I decided to be so rude and ask. That way, I can put myself out of my misery. So what's your answer?"
I smiled vaguely. "Okay, I'm pregnant all right."
"Oh, dear lord." Alice said, looking a bit dazed. "When did that happen?"
"At your wedding."
Alice's brows shot up. "I'm not saying this to be mean or indicating that I disapprove in any way, but have you ever heard of a condom or contraception in general?"
"I heard of it alright. It broke." I grumbled. Alice laughed and took a small sip of her wine, while shaking her head at me. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before. It was a bit of a shock and we needed to adjust for a while. It's not like we planned this."
"Oh, Bella, don't think about me. I'm just too nosy for my own good sometimes." She narrowed her eyes at me. "Hey, wasn't that the night that you got back together officially?"
"Yeah." I wheezed, knowing exactly what the whole situation looked like.
"So you basically just go into heat every time Edward is around?" Alice said, fleshing out exactly how this pregnancy would look to the world. Thank you very much.
Now I was the one to narrow my eyes at her. "No. I've had sex with Edward all of three times in my life. Two of them, I ended up pregnant, yes, but that hardly qualifies me to be in heat. You're one to talk…" I laughed. Her eyes shot up questioning me. "You and Jasper," I didn't bother to elaborate, but I didn't need to. Alice's small smile was quite the admission. "We're really happy about the pregnancy."
"Good for you, sweetie. I'm happy for you too. Congratulations," she said honestly and took another sip, before she gaped at me. "What do you mean that you only had sex three times? That guy is hot and has to be sex on legs. What about all those times at the apartment… or here? He tends to look at you like you're something to eat."
I don't think that I ever flushed that deeply. I was something to eat to him.
I laughed and shook my head hoping to mask some of the color in my cheeks. "Alice, you sleep with women and have a very attractive wife. What the hell are you doing checking out guys?" I couldn't help, but tease. Alice immaturely stuck her tongue out at me. I bit into the ice and chewed off a chunk. It gave me a slight ice cream headache. "However, being sick all the time and throwing up all hours of the day is about as sexy as a poke in the eye. If that's not the problem, then there is a toddler around most of the time."
"I can see how that might obscure things." She laughed. "So, I'm going to be an aunt again." She nodded approvingly, probably choosing not to retaliate to my banter. "I really hope that you feel better soon."
"Yup. So what have you been up to, besides the obvious?"
Alice brushed some sand off her dress, while pondering her answer. "Let's see. Working, swimming, tanning, getting massages, eating and…" she trailed off with her trademark smile once again telling all. Oh, please.
"So, Jasper isn't sad about losing her job?"
Alice thought for a moment. "Not really. I mean… I was worried that she would take that news really hard, but frankly it's like she doesn't even care." Alice ran her tongue over her teeth again. "We were actually talking about working together. She would start her own marketing company using my office. She's got the talent and works incredible hard. I know a lot of young designers who are working on developing their brands that could be potential clients. Besides, she has the connections and the skill, so I know this can work. Instead of seeing defeat, she sees the opportunities. I'm so proud of her for not letting this break her. She's absolutely amazing." Alice looked down and began studying her wine. It looked like she was getting a little emotional. Did her eyes just water?
"Alice?" I called softly.
"Yeah." She didn't look at me, but did her best to hide her light sniffle. She was so wrong thinking that she needed to hide her emotions from me. We had been here before, just after their wedding. I moved and sat down next to her taking her small hand into mine.
"Look at me." Slowly, she lifted her gaze, while peering at me through her lashes. "I think that's a great idea. I'm sure that it will work out. You and Jasper are so strong together."
Alice relaxed, while leaning into my side. "Thanks, Bella. Thank you for always being there for us."
I kissed the top of her hair. "I can say the same to you. Thank you for always being there for me. I can't imagine where I would have ended up after Jacob if it wasn't for you." Now, it my turn to feel the waterworks start up. I snorted.
"Are you going to start crying on me?" She teased.
"I'm pregnant and hormonally imbalanced. What's your excuse, Pixie?" I taunted.
Her trilling laugh sounded for a short moment. "I'm in love."
"Yeah, me too." I cast a glance out over the water where Edward was tossing Elizabeth up into the air and letting her splash into the water squealing with pure childish delight.
Edward and Elizabeth didn't emerge until their skin was pruned and they were hungry. Alice stayed and played with Elizabeth by building sandcastles under the stairs until it was too dark to see. Jasper joined us for dinner when she was back from running. I miraculously managed to keep most of the food that I ate down.
I headed off to bed before Alice and Jasper left because I was unable to keep my eyes open a minute longer. They all encouraged me to retire and catch some more shut eye. Lying in the large white bed, I could hear them talking downstairs on the porch. I longed for when Edward would come to bed and hold me.
Feeling the sun heat my back, it happened. It finally happened! I sat up slowly, while stretching and waiting for it to slam into my body and take me down life a prized fighter. However, it didn't. Today was the first morning in forever where there wasn't a shadow of the retched nausea. I was free. Finally.
When my stomach growled, I quickly changed into what had become my uniform here. A bikini top and some sort of skirt or shorts. I literally bounced down the stairs and not even the smell of the eggs that Edward was frying up churned my stomach. Today was different. I was starving!
Taking full advantage of my newfound freedom, we were busy all day. All I wanted was to spend the time with Elizabeth and Edward. We swam and played in the water for hours. When Elizabeth was napping, I sat beside Edward as his music floated from the piano blessing me with the most wonderful soulful melodies. Occasionally through the past days, I had heard him tinker around with the piano, stringing keys together and creating a flow of mournful, haunting tunes. It was the songs that he was working on for that movie. When he played, it was like he got caught in another realm where he only lived and breathed what he was playing. His talent was incredible and absolutely immeasurable. The music was so sad, but he wasn't. Never once did he have a long face or longing in his eyes. It was quite the opposite. His eyes were happy and content.
By afternoon, we took a small walk into the jungle where unfortunately Elizabeth had found a new fascination. Spiders. She found them funny and squealed every time that Edward found one that panicked and scurried over the forest bed with their long spindly legs. To say the least, it seriously made my skin crawl. Edward assured me that they weren't venomous and hardly ever came into the house. I had my doubts because these weren't your average daddy long legs. I had one word. Eww. I couldn't help focusing on one word Edward used - hardly. He had used that before and look at this house. Besides, I hoped that Elizabeth and her attention span of a goldfish would find a new hobby soon.
Dinner was brought over by Mr. Twong, which all designed to soothe my usually upset stomach. Today that hadn't been necessary. It was impressive that as fast as the nausea appeared, it was suddenly gone again. I hoped it wouldn't return, but I wasn't banking on it. I just wanted to take full advantage of what I had now.
I could hear low muted sounds of Edward's footsteps as he came downstairs. I stared out into the darkness and over the ocean. "Elizabeth is sleeping," he said softly and kissed my shoulder. He picked up the dish towel and started wiping the plates. The dishes had been stacking up because no one bothered to clean them. All the trivial things seemed inconsequential here. When we were out of clean cutlery, someone did the dishes. There was nothing to fuss about.
"Thanks," I said and looked at the heap of stuff that needed to be dried off.
"Let me take this." I looked at his face quickly, only to drop my eyes and let them wander down his bare torso. He was as usually going commando wearing swim shorts. Nice. It was all he wore here because it was too hot for anything else. His pale flawless skin had started to darken, leaving a sliver of white at the waistband of his shorts. I loved it.
"It's okay. I kind of like doing this."
"Bella, let me. How about you go outside and take a shower while I clean this up?"
"Outside?" I gulped. I stared out into the darkness again and that infamous shower. Edward never actually used the one upstairs, but he utilized the one outside designed to rinse off the saltwater after a swim to its full extent. Needless to say, I had watched him in secret on more than a few occasions.
Edward laughed at me. "Bella, there is no one around." He nuzzled into my neck, while kissing playfully. "Try it. It almost feels illicit," he goaded. His voice was suddenly so sultry. So that was why he was so fond of it.
"Fine." I left the last of the plates in the sink and ventured outside. It was still hot, but a gentle breeze had picked up. It was fighting some of the intense humidity. The light was on the wraparound porch and the pale wood blended in with the sand. After glancing around, , though I knew that no one was here, I slowly stripped off my clothes. It was strange standing this exposed out in the open, but it also felt thrilling. I turned the shower on and let the soft drizzle of water roll over my back. It was soothing against the clinging heat. It was so quiet here, so still, only the sound was the ocean lapping at the beach that was never ending. Liberated from the day's sticky sweat and the grimy feeling, I shut the shower off and reached for a towel. There were none.
I looked up to see Edward eyeing me intensely. Instantly, my face felt hot. Slowly, he unfolded the towel and held it open for me. He wrapped it around my shoulders and started friction drying me. "Are you still feeling okay?" He asked softly as he continued to dry my skin.
I nodded speechless for a moment as I gazed up at his intensely beautiful face. "I feel perfect."
"Hmmm good because I have something for you then."
"You mean that there is more to this grandeur?" I joked and gestured around the impressive setting of the house and beach.
He laughed. "Well, I missed you and that depends on how you look at it." He kept eyeing me intensely, his eyes were burning with some kind of unspoken emotion. Slowly, like a flower opening to the morning sun, a strong need blossomed in my stomach. I bit my lip and smiled.
"So what exactly do you have?" I asked puzzled.
He put a finger over my lips, halting my speech. "No questions, just feel." He put the towel over my hair and friction dried it roughly. "Come." He dumped the towel then took my hand leading me back into the house, naked. Upstairs, the door to Elizabeth's room was closed. He never did that at night.
A few candles were lit and the sheets were pulled back from the bed. "Lie down on your stomach," he whispered from behind me.
Warmth unfurled, smoldered and mixed with the blood running in my veins. Wow! I glanced over my shoulder evaluating the chances of actually having a night where we weren't interrupted by Elizabeth or something else. It seemed pretty good. I was a bit nervous though. What did he have in mind?
"It's okay, baby." He gave me a gentle push towards the bed. I followed orders and laid down on my stomach. Turning my head sideways, Edward sat down beside me and straddled a leg over mine. I just watched in wonder. He picked up an opened unmarked bottle and let the glistering fluid drip into his hands. It smelled vaguely fruity and felt somewhat soothing. "I stole it from the Twongs." He smiled that gorgeous lopsided grin, looking like a young boy alive with excitement. He rubbed his hands together slowly, while watching me watch him. Then he leaned over me and put his hands on my shoulders. I was a bit torn. Was this a back rub or was it a back rub with a 'happy ending'? Oh, god. I hoped for the latter.
His elegant and long fingers started at my neck and shoulders, while slowly working down along my spine. Every now and again, he would stop and focus on a knotted muscle, but his hands were focused on gently massaging my entire back. I closed my eyes and let myself be absorbed in the pure pleasure of his hands expertly relieving my back of every tension. This felt beyond incredible. His hands drifted lower and began shaping his palms over my exposed backside. Oh, my!
I realized his hands were not purely on my body to help take away a muscle ache, but for his benefit as well as mine. He kept running his hands from my waist, down over my cheeks and to the top on my thighs, while gently digging his fingers into my flesh. His breathing was slightly altered while I moaned quietly. Perhaps, this was as much fun for him as it was for me?
"You still awake?" He murmured, while leaning in on his hands and whispering just above my ear. His breath was scorching my skin.
"Hmm." I hummed, feeling beyond relaxed and so warm inside.
"Turn around, baby." I smiled into the mattress. More? I was definitely up for more. I rolled over and he placed a pillow under my head and arranged my hair away from my collarbone. I met his eyes internally celebrating they were hooded and hungry. "Spread your legs a bit." I practically gasped. What was he going to do? Need and warmth was pooling at my center.
"Mind if I get naked too?" He asked with a small smile curling at the corners of mouth.
"Please," I answered, while smiling like a fool. After ridding himself of his pants, he settled in between my legs, hiked my knees up and placed them over his thighs. His eyes raked over my body and he smiled salaciously, like he had me just where he wanted me. I had absolutely no secrets from him positioned like this. He could see everything, but then again, so could I.
He reached for the bottle once more and let slippery drops land on his palm. "Give me your hand." I reached up and he took it. Gently, he started the same loving treatment, by rubbing each one of my fingers then moving across my palm and up my arm. This felt exquisite. I didn't even bother to hold back the slow guttural moan that fled my throat.
"Feeling good?" He mused. I nodded lazily.
"How about you?" I slowly raised a brow and glanced without shame down at his crotch. I was feeling a bit blasé because he was as naked as I was.
"Let's just say that I'm enjoying the view and what I have my hands on." He smiled, letting his thumbs press into the meaty part of my forearm, sliding down to my hand. I blushed, as his eyes skated over my body. "You are one very beautiful woman, Bella." He reached for my other hand and it received the same languid and endearing attention.
He picked up the bottle again and this time, he lavishly let it drip over my torso. He smiled warmly, as he started running his slick hands up my ribcage, over my breasts and to my neck. Oh boy, it wasn't just his mouth that was talented, but his elegant hands too. I practically mewled and my breasts tingled, almost begging for more after that first run of his hands over my skin. Through it all, sure I felt warm, but it was not until this moment had I realized how intensely aroused I had become. I sank heavily into the mattress and just let my cells flood with this sensational treatment.
"That's it, baby," Edward murmured. "Just feel my hands." I moaned at the softness of his voice and his fingers returning south from my neck. This time, he paid real attention to my nipples by rolling them. The skin was so soft and slick from the oil. Slowly he continued down my sternum. He repeated this sensual motion multiple times. My entire body felt like mush.
"God, you spoil me, Edward," I said sluggishly, gazing up at him.
He smiled slowly, his lips parting slightly. "I missed having time and opportunity to spoil you. After the last few days you've had, you deserve to be treated." His hands moved further south, slowly scraping over my stomach like he was searching for something. "Is it too soon to feel anything yet?"
"I don't know. We can check." I laced my hands into his, feeling how warm and slick that his fingers were. Bringing them over my stomach, I let our fingers dip and press firmly against my skin. At the very base of my pelvis between my hipbones, I clearly felt it, but I knew what I was looking for. Edward probably didn't. "You feel that solid round thing? Almost the size of a tennis ball?"
"Yeah." Edward's eyes were huge.
"That's it. That's our baby."
"It's really hard." He frowned a bit, as he let go of my fingers and ran his palm over my slick stomach. He began feeling his way around the 'tennis ball' all over again.
"It is." I grinned at his puzzled expression. His hand effortless slipped over my stomach in the opposite direction feeling the bump again.
"This is amazing," he said quietly laced with awe. "You're absolutely incredible." He leaned over kissing me softly and letting his lips linger with mine. I felt his hand slip to my thigh. "Tonight is about you though, not the baby. So, I'm moving on now if that's okay with you." His wicked smirk made my stomach tingle.
He lifted my right leg up and started working. After oiling up my foot and shin, he slowly started at my toes. Each one was gently rolled, massaged and cared for before the tips of his fingers dug into my calf. He was firmly kneading it. I don't think I ever felt as treasured as I did with his hands literally worshipping my entire body.
His hands worked from my foot to my thighs. Reaching my inner thighs, his fingers sporadically brushed past the junction of my thighs, but he basically ignored it. I felt hot and burning. I squirmed every time he was close. That teasing feather light touch left me wanting more. It was almost too much to bear now. "Edward," I panted incoherently, while desire took over my mind. "Oh, Edward," I breathed almost deliriously now.
"I know, sweetheart." He shifted to my other leg and his face was victorious. I wasn't sure that I could handle the wait as his hands worked over my toes and the instep of my left foot. I was ready to explode. It sizzled when he finally reached my thigh, once more only letting the tips of his fingers sink into my muscles of my leg where he massaged. My breath was heavy, exaggerated and filled with desperate sounds as it rushed into my lungs over and over and over again.
He shifted crawling over my body. I managed to open my eyes and gaze into his. They were hungry and filled with desire. "Now Bella, this is my way. I love watching you fall apart like this." I felt his fingers skim down my body, slipping over the glistering oil that covered my entire body. He ran his fingers through the smatter of hair, dipping lower and just grazing my clit.
"Oh," I gasped loudly. Edward covered my mouth with his. He was kissing me slowly but yet so heated. I had nowhere else to groan, but loudly into his mouth when he pushed two fingers into me. The noises that came from my throat were garbled because the rush of emotion from the contact was almost too much to bear. The sizzling was just a penny short of a dollar for me to reach that big O that I was desperately in need of right now. Already, I was teetering at the brink, just waiting for that last push to send me flying.
With the same expertise that he had used all over my body, he began that same rhythmical stroking, while slowly massaging the inside of me. The tingling heat burned its way through my core and I was ready to let go. "Please, Edward, I'm going to…" I panted.
"Hold on, baby. Hold it back, just a bit," he whispered into my mouth. His tongue was slick and it slipped in between my parted lips. I tried to reciprocate the kiss, but it was like I was scattering molecules and trying to hold it together, like he said. He hooked his fingers, teasing me and forcing me to face an orgasm that he wanted me to hold back. He was insane.
"I can't," I whimpered.
"Yes, you can." He stopped the motion by holding back and bringing me down from the brink. Tears almost sprang to my eyes. I needed this. This felt like torture. I tried to control my raging emotions when he repeated the motion again. It almost made me topple over the edge, while just to leaving me hanging at the finishing line. With skill, his tongue invaded my mouth again. I clutched my hands into his hair, desperate for something to hold on to. His mouth left mine and he moved his fingers again. I wanted to scream out in frustration because pleasure was ready to consume my body, but he wouldn't let me. "Hold it back," he whispered. "I want my mouth on you when you cum."
His words raced through my veins like scolding hot oil. Oh, yes, the promise of release. Slowly, he worked his mouth all the way down my body, while taking his sweet time as he kissed, nibbled and licked my skin. It tingled where his hands were at my thighs spreading me open for him. I loved the power of his touch and how he left me this exposed for him. I wanted him to take whatever he wanted from me. I wanted him to see me completely defenseless because there was some primal need for him to claim me as his, which was exactly what I was.
His mouth was so giving when he finally put it to my core. The softness of his tongue when he stroked over my painfully sensitive spot was hard to tolerate. His fingers inside of me kept moving and pushing me deeper into this dark pit of pleasure. I was trying to hold back like he told me to, but I lost control and my world exploded into light. I arched violently, losing the capability to know time and place. Every cell in my body screamed with raw pleasure and I gave into it all. Fisting my hands in his hair, I needed something to grip and hold on to or I would lose my mind. I'd climbed the mountain that Edward had built for me and when I jumped off the cliff, I had no comprehension of the world around me. Never in my life had I felt this intense and extraordinary pleasure.
Completely wrung out, I was aware that his mouth was once more traveling north and playing over my skin. He rolled down beside me, while letting his hand brush up and down the middle of my chest a few times, before slipping over my breast and circling the tip with his pointer finger.
I lay back sated, while thinking how he was always so generous, even in bed. Suddenly, I felt a pang of remorse that I never went out of my way to make him feel this good. He was everything to me. I wanted him to feel just as amazing as I did. Well, there was no better time than the present.
I glanced down. His sex was lying hard and unattended to against his stomach. My mouth started to water. He was so giving and selfless when it came to pleasing me. He always, well so far, made me feel beautiful and desired. He should feel that exact same way. Physically, I already knew that we were completely compatible. We were forging a chemistry that easily pushed me over the edge and we had barely scratched the surface. I knew in the future, that time and time again, he would let me unleash in this incredible way.
All that was on my mind as I clambered over him was the fact that he should feel as good as he made me feel. Holding his hands down against the sheets, I started kissing his neck, while taking my time letting the lightly salty flavor of his skin linger on my tongue. The taste of him was without precedence. Moving down his body slowly, his hands twisted into my hair. His breathing was growing labored.
"You don't have to," he forced out between his teeth.
I was nipping at the base of his bellybutton where a trail of soft hairs ran south when I raised my head a bit. "Have to?" I smirked, while having another sense of déjà vu. He smiled, clearly remembering an awkward conversation that we had the first time that we made love. It seemed to clear his mind that perhaps now it was the same for me as it was for him. I wanted this, I needed this and he should just lay back and enjoy it.
I moved less than an inch further down where I gently let my tongue run over the glistering head. The flavor was more salty, but almost honeyed. It was intoxicating. Slowly, I opened my mouth and took him in, going as deep as I could and sucked gently.
His answering moan was intense and all the muscles in his stomach clenched. "Fuck, Bella." He hissed, as I pressed my tongue against the rigid skin. "Slow, slow, slow," he mused repeatedly and his hands fisted in my hair. "Easy, baby, or this will end way too soon. It's not like I've been reading about mortgage rates for the past hour or so."
I pulled back a bit and smiled around him, but I didn't let go. Gently, he loosened his grip on my hair, stroked it and let me set my own rhythm. Nice and slow, just as he had done to me.
Though it had been years since I had tried this, it was like riding a bike. You never forgot. While sheathing my teeth and letting my tongue run up and down his length, I felt his blood rush just under the skin. I savored the feeling of his indescribably smooth and sensitive skin. I used my hand to stroke him, teasing him by taking him to the brink and letting him hang there hoping that I could be as successful in teasing him into a release that was just as powerful as mine. He deserved nothing less.
His hands left my hair, locking onto the headboard above his head. His hands tightened and the muscles in his arms went rigid as I continued to drive my mouth over him.
"You certainly know how to spoil, too. Jesus, you have a wicked mouth," he gritted. The sinews in his throat tensed with every inhale of air and relaxed with every exhale when he groaned sounding almost intoxicated.
I peeked up at him through my lashes, while enjoying that sensuous look of pure pleasure on his face. Slowly and languidly, I scraped my blunt fingernails up the soft inside of his thigh. To my pleasure, he released a slow moan from between his teeth. "Ah, that feels fucking fantastic." He praised and his face scrunched up. "Again."
On that second run of my nails, my tongue was doused with a small hint of salty moisture from him. What a powerful feeling knowing and hearing him enjoy what I could do.
His hands moved down again with his fingers caressing my jaw as he slowly pulled my mouth from him. I dragged the tip of my tongue over the ripped muscles of his abdomen tasting the perspiration. I kissed my way up his chest, while gently locking my teeth over the small, tight nipple. A content sound reverberated from deep within his chest.
With his fingers still under my chin, he guided my mouth to his. He sucked my lower lip gently and then he chuckled very lightly. "I can smell myself on you."
"Well, duh," I teased. As I parted his lips with my tongue, I kissed him deeply. My body was itching for so much more. His eyes were flaming with love and adoration. Then he brushed a finger over my lips and smiled warmly.
"Sorry to stop you, but I was hanging on by a thread." His finger stopped at the corner of my mouth only to trace it back to the other side. I brought the tip into my mouth and sucked it in teasingly. I even batted my lashes innocently at him. I never knew that a man could make me feel so sexy.
"I want to do that again."
Edward leaned in to kiss me, before dragging me down on the mattress. "Trust me, so do I." First, he linked our fingers together and then nudged my legs apart with his knees. "Just not now. Now, I want you."
He gazed into my eyes as he slowly brought us together with the same care that he had used massaging me. His body fit perfectly with mine as we started moving, thrusting and pushing. My eyes rolled back in my head from the immense pleasure.
It was like it was only us left in the world as we made love. It was only our bodies, our minds and our love that existed in these precious hours. Having Edward all to myself, I hadn't realized exactly how much I had missed being with him like this.
Hours passed and deep into the night, we were still making love. We stopped a few times, relaxed and talked before picking up again. I was amazed at how well our bodies merged and how fast time whirled by.
Over and over again, he told me how much he loved me, how precious I was to him and how much it meant to him that I loved him just as much as he loved me. I didn't hold back at all, but let all my feelings pour out from my body, while knowing that he picked up all the reverence and love that I wanted to show him. Tonight, this union that we created was everything to us. It was like our lives together really began now. It was our love forever.
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Whew, I know for a fact that my beta was a bit sweaty when she made it this far. I hope you enjoyed it too.
One more chapter left and then the Epi. I am almost certain that's how it will be.
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Thank you so much for taking your time and I'll see you again for the last chapter… in a while. If you get bored, you can always check out what Emmett is up to in Prima Nocte. It may be required for the next chapter, that is all I'm going to say.