A/N:
So I know I've been total fail at updating. I feel horrible about it. Honestly, I've been purposely procrastinating because I don't want it to be over :-( This was my very first multi-chapter fic and I'm sad to see it almost coming to an end.
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Without further ado, the moment we've all been waiting for. This chapter thoroughly kicked my ass! If you can't buy porn, I think you should shield your innocent little eyes from this one....
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"Who the fuck was that, Bella?" he demands quietly, slowly, through clenched teeth—fire and rage oozing from his lips.
My blood chills when I hear the venom in his voice, the fury blazing in his eyes. I immediately drop my gaze from his face, ashamed of myself for my behavior. What was I thinking? Why was I even here? Royce King, who I'm sure has a shady history, was hardly worth losing Edward over. What have I done? How could I have done this?
Edward grabs my chin between his fingers, forcing my face upwards. "One more chance, Bella. Who the fuck were you just on a date with?"
I lower my eyes again, nervously worrying my bottom lip with my teeth. "I'm... I'm sorry—"
"Oh! You're sorry?! Well isn't that great? Everything is peachy keen again, because you're sorry!"
Something he says just makes me snap as my brain registers his words. The tone of his voice. The accusation behind his words. Who the hell does he think he is?
My eyes dart back up to meet his. "Excuse me?"
"I'm not back in town for a day before—"
"Oh, yes, because you left me without a trace! Let's not forget your random disappearance! Or your not answering your phone! Or your not calling me for a fucking week! You have no fucking right to question what I'm doing. I've been here, stewing in my filth for a fucking week, waiting to hear your voice. Hoping you'd show up on my doorstep! No! YOU... you don't get to be the angry one, here!"
I'm fuming. My fists are shaking, nails biting into the flesh of my palm. My voice is shrill, manic. He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off with my laser death glare of doom. His mouth closes with an audible snap before I continue my tirade, arms flailing wildly in the air.
"This whole clusterfuck, sham of a relationship has been nothing but heartache for me from the goddamn beginning! I've been putting up with you and your precious, delicate girlfriend for a fucking year, Edward, and I never fucking complained! I never complained to you! I fucking waited for you while a little piece of me died every time you chose her over me! I waited for you because I fucking love you, but you know what? I'm sick of waiting, goddamn you! So you can... kiss my ass!"
I push him out of my way and stomp toward the door, cursing under my breath, fighting back tears of anger. The fucking nerve!!!
When I reach the door, he grabs my upper arm and turns me around.
"Let me go, right now... Fuckward!!!"
His eyes soften and he smirks at me. Dickhead. "What the fuck are you smiling for?" I jerk my arm out of his grasp and poke my finger into his chest. He grabs my wrist and envelopes my hand in both of his before slowly interlacing our fingers.
"You love me?"
Ummmm....
"What?"
"When you were telling me to fuck myself," his grin broadens, "you said you love me."
My mouth drops open in disbelief. I can't believe I told him! I ruined it! We were waiting, and I ruined it! I told him I love him and followed it up by calling him "Fuckward." I'm an asshole. A sweaty, stinky, porn star asshole.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts. I'm speechless. "I..."
"Did you mean it?"
"What?" is my intelligent response.
He gently cups my cheek in his hand, grazing my cheek with his thumb. "Do you love me?"
I fidget with my fingers, avoiding his gaze, looking everywhere but at him. What is this, Twenty Questions? Damn! Oh, quit being such a baby! Just suck it up and answer him!
I take a deep breath and exhale before chirping out a meek, almost inaudible, "Yes."
He beams at me and pulls me in for a bone crushing hug, laughing jovially.
"Wait a minute!" I yell, pushing him away. "You don't get to touch me and hug me and smile that damn smile at me! You left me! What the fuck was so important that you left for a week without even sending me a fucking smoke signal?"
"I'm sorry about that, but it was an emergency—"
"You didn't answer my question. What bullshit excuse do you have? What the fuck dumb ass emergency was so important?"
"My grandma died."
If my life were a cartoon, this would be the point where my face turns ashen white before melting to the floor in mortification. Oh my god, I am an asshole!
"Edward..." I gasp. I really don't know what to say. This has to be the most epic foot-in-mouth scenario ever. Even Emmett wouldn't joke about this... I don't think.
He puts his hands on my shoulders and gently squeezes. "It's okay, baby. I was her favorite grandkid, but I wasn't that close to her since she was so far away. She lived in Ireland and left me the sole executor of her estate when she passed. I've been out of the country, trying to divvy out properties and money and furniture and jewelry between bickering, greedy relatives..." He lets out a weak laugh. "It's been pretty fucking hectic. My work is still not done, but I had to come back and see you."
"Edward, I'm so sorry. I had no idea." I'm the lowest of the low. An amoeba turd.
"Don't apologize, Love. I'm fine, really."
"I just— I mean— I would never have—"
"I know."
I shake my head at my exceptional stupidity. "God, I'm sorry."
He backs me against a wall and pushes his body into mine. "I want you." His hand, which was planted firmly on my thigh, is now slowly moving upward, his teeth gently nipping at my neck.
"But," I squeak, "your lovely, dear old grandmother—"
"Is gone and in heaven, happy and smiling and rooting for me to finally make you mine." His hand is now cupping my sex beneath my skirt, roughly massaging my sensitive skin.
"Uuungh... but," another squeak, "precious, heavenly angels don't think about those types of things—"
"Trust me. My grandma would."
His fingertips make their way under my panties caressing my slit, moving painfully slowly, taunting me.
"But—"
"Shut up, Isabella."
"'Kay."
His lithe fingers continue their slow assault, leaving me panting and holding on to his shoulders for dear life because my legs are dangerously close to turning to jelly. The pace of his deft fingers slows until they're barely moving at all. I whimper pathetically until those beautiful digits finally sink into me. There is no hesitation, no gradual build up as his fingers work me mercilessly.
His tongue flicks my ear. "Can I have you tonight?"
My voice, along with my shame for doing this in a public place, has flown out of the window. Good riddance. I nod my head enthusiastically in answer to answer his question.
His thumb is now massaging my clit while those exquisite fingers are furiously pumping in and out of me. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock, Isabella."
My orgasm hits me with magnificent, blinding force as I cry out, clamping around Edward's fingers, shuddering from the beatific euphoria running through me. He holds me up as I ride it out, still moving those sultry fingers in and out of me.
He kisses me passionately, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he grinds his erection into me.
"Right here, Edward. I can't wait anymore." I lick his jaw, trailing down his neck to his glorious Adam's apple, kissing and biting eagerly. He groans, his hips pushing into me with force.
"Fuck, I want you so bad, Bella."
"Take me. Right now."
I feel his hands at his zipper, working furiously to pull himself out. Finally, his stiffness is free and I can't help but lick my lips. So perfect. I hike my leg around his hip and he grabs his shaft, bringing it to my center, gliding his swollen tip against my opening. I momentarily space out, feeling our bodies rubbing together so intimately, so close. My breathing is labored and I'm trembling with anticipation.
He halts his movements, dropping his head against my shoulder, voice muffled by my blouse. "Fuck. We can't do this. Not here."
Before I can protest, we're half way to the parking lot. Edward is holding me tightly to his side, practically dragging me to his car. He pushes the button to unlock the doors and hurriedly shoves me in.
He mumbles out a half-assed, "Sorry," before slamming the door shut and running over to the driver's side.
As soon as he's in the car, we're already out of the parking lot, headed for my place. The tension in the car is palpable. I can see him straining against his jeans. Yummy.
I bring my knees underneath my body and turn to face him. He looks at me quizzically and I bat my eyelashes innocently while yanking down the zipper of his jeans. All the blood rushes to my ears when his erection pops out. It looks so hard... brawny... powerful.
I think he may have protested a little, but I had tunnel vision and nothing could stop me. I lower myself and bring my lips to his bulbous head, kissing it reverently. Hello, friend. I'm Bella and we're gonna have lots of fun tonight.
I wrap my lips around him and circle my tongue around the rim of his shaft before taking him fully into my mouth, concentrating on not gagging. God, he's so hard. I work my way up and down, switching between nibbling and licking his length. He grabs the back of my head and forces himself deeper into my throat, thrusting into my mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my skull and I moan loudly around him. So fucking hot.
I feel the car jerk to a stop and Edward quickly zips himself back up before grabbing my waist and pulling me through the driver's side door, jogging to the entryway to my place.
"Keys, keys, keys!"
I hand him my keys and he opens the door, pulling me inside. The door slams behind me and we're instantly a blur of hands and tongues, feeling, licking, kissing, groping, anything within our reach. When we finally make it to my bedroom, we're naked and panting urgently.
He begins zealously sucking my nipples and I reach for his stiff length. "I don't know how long I'll last."
"I don't care," I insist, pumping him in my eager hands, placing wet kisses across his chest.
He pushes me down on the bed and is instantly on top of me. "I'll try to be slow. I don't wanna be rough right now... but I'm not sure if I'll be able to control myself."
I pull his face to mine and kiss him sloppily, unable to restrain my lust any longer. "I don't fucking care, Edward."
That's all the encouragement he needs. He sinks into me slowly, my breaths coming out in labored gasps as he fills me absolutely and completely. So hard. My skin stinging as I'm being stretched to my limits. So full. Nothing could have prepared me for this. So good.
My eyes squeeze tightly shut. "Edward... oh my God..." I can feel every vein, every tendon of his divine length. He pauses in his movements, looking worriedly into my eyes.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"
"No. Never."
He buries his face in my neck and continues his movements, slowly sliding in and out of me, beginning his unhurried, delectable onslaught. We both moan at the sublime feeling of finally being together. Finally. He's moving so slowly, so teasingly. Filling me completely before pulling out, tormentingly slow, leaving me feeling unbelievably empty before thrusting back into me again. So deep. Each sensual flex of his hips gradually escalating, increasing in intensity. He grabs my thighs to wrap around his torso and I clench myself around his hardness, his whispered name falling from my lips in quick succession.
He lowers his face to my chest, groaning against my skin, his warm mouth kissing, licking, murmuring. Driving me wild. "Jesus, Bella. Fuck... feels so good... you're everything to me. Everything."
"I love you, Edward... so much."
He brings his arms behind my back before snaking his hands under and around my shoulders, holding me firmly is his grasp. "I need you. I need you..."
He pulls his hips back and slams into me. I suck in a gush of air, surprised at the sudden change in pace, my body straining to accommodate him. My nails claw at his back as he pulls out and plunges into me again and again. Deeper and deeper. My breath is ragged, legs going weak as I meet him thrust for thrust. His fingers dig into the skin of my shoulders.
Heat languidly slithers through my body, driving me mad. The sensation of him, our combined sounds as we lose ourselves in passion, the sight of his muscles rippling and flexing sensuously with each poignant thrust... it's almost too much... it's not enough. My senses are heightened exceptionally, propelling me to the brink. I can't take it. I fist my hands in his hair, pulling slightly... becoming frenzied, unhinged, at the mercy of the beautiful man above me.
I'm gasping for air. So close. "...Edward..." I arch my back and push my body into him, needing to feel more of his heated skin against mine.
"Too goddamn good... I'm gonna come."
He licks up the column of my neck before pausing at my ear, his labored breathing intensifying as he takes my lobe between his teeth. "Come with me, baby."
And I do. My orgasm scorching through my body, muscles coiling deliciously as I fiercely grip his hair, pulling him to me as I lose myself, screaming his name. Wave after endless wave, pummeling me, enrapturing me, before finally releasing in a blast of ecstasy.
Edward's movements become frantic as he drives into me with wild abandon, his hands moving down to my hips, gripping tightly, holding me steady. Suddenly his body goes rigid, mouth dropping open, as I feel him throbbing relentlessly, yelling a few obscenities as our fluids mingle inside of me.
He collapses on top of me, surrounding me in his scent. His lips meet mine tenderly. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
"That was so amazing, Bella." I can hear the smile in his voice.
I'm sporting a goofy grin of my own right now. "I know."
We lay in comfortable silence, floating on air, on cloud nine, in seventh heaven... shit, we're just happy as hell right now.
"Hey," he breaks the silence.
"Hmm?"
I feel his weight lean off of the bed for a few seconds before he comes back to his spot and asks, "Wanna play Aimless Questions?"
"'Kay. You go first."
"How are you feeling?"
I smile even wider before kissing his jaw. "There are no words... what was your favorite part of tonight?"
"The car ride."
I roll my eyes. That would be his answer. Such a guy.
"When we have kids, do you want a boy or a girl, first?" he questions.
"A boy, so he can be as wonderful as his Daddy." He kisses my forehead. "Hey, how did you find me earlier?"
"I was on the street, almost to your place when I saw your car pulling out, so I followed you. Who was that asshole you were with?"
I sigh loudly. "Royce King, asshole extraordinaire. Why didn't you call me while you were gone?"
Now it's his turn to sigh loudly. "The first day I arrived in Ireland, I suffered from jetlag and slept the day away. When I woke up, my phone was dead and in my haste, I forgot my charger. I had to order one online and have it shipped to me because I don't know your number and it was on my phone." He gives me a sheepish look and I playfully slap his chest.
"The next few days were busy, unbelievably hectic. By the time my days were over, I'd be too tired to even speak. After four days or so, I got my charger and I called you right away, anxious to hear your voice. I cleared my morning schedule, which didn't go over well with the greedy relatives, and tried calling... I don't even know how many times. I was desperate. I called both phones for days and I couldn't even leave a message because your inbox was full."
"Um... I turned my phone off."
"Why the hell would you do that?"
"Long story. Anyway, your turn"
"Do you have any names for our kids?"
"Anthony for a boy and Brielle for a girl. I've always loved that name. Do you have any names?"
"Well, I was thinking Renesmee for a girl—"
"Oh hell no! Hell. No. What the fuck kind of name is that? Sorry, Teddy, but you have officially lost, and shit on, your baby naming privileges."
He chuckles and pulls me tightly against his firm chest. "God, I love you."
"And I love you."
"I can never get tired of hearing those words come out of those luscious lips of yours."
"I. Love. You." Each word is peppered in between kisses.
"You make me so happy, you make me a better man, and bring out the best in me, Bella."
"Okay, okay, enough! You're gonna make me blush myself to death! Your turn."
He gently grabs my hand, playing with my fingers. "Will you marry me?" I feel a cool band being slipped onto my finger.
"Wh—what?"
"Marry me and I'll spend the rest of my days trying to give you a fraction of the joy that you've given me."
Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my God, yes!"
I bounce on top of him, smiling and laughing and kissing every inch of his face. "I love you! Yes! We're getting married!" I squeal in jubilation.
He holds my hips to steady me. "Um, baby, I don' know if you wanna do that."
I feel him stiffening below me. Oh.
"And what if I do?" I tease, biting my lip.
I lift up and slowly lower myself onto him, eyes closing in bliss. We make love slowly and tenderly before falling asleep, a mass of euphoric, tangled limbs.
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A/N:
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