Eleven
Saturday morning the road to the Marina was open to traffic again and after breakfast Alice and Jasper were ready to leave. During breakfast they were quiet as they moved about the kitchen; both of them reaching out and touching the other often. They had sex last night all right, no doubt about it. Bella thought to herself. It was obvious in the way they couldn't stop looking at each other and in the way they smiled. They both looked tired and drawn, as though they hadn't slept a wink; and Alice looked drugged with love as she held onto Jasper's arm.
Since Edward was out for a run Bella wore a shirt of his and drove the pair to where Jasper's car was parked. Alice retrieved the bag with Bella's clothes and gave it to her. As Alice tucked herself into the front seat of the Porsche and waved goodbye, Bella mimed, pinky to mouth and thumb to ear, for Alice to call her soon.
As she drove back to the marina her thoughts were on her sister, wondering how Alice could even justify sleeping with an engaged man. Worse than that, Jasper was not only an engaged man; he was also her boss and the company's CEO. In addition, he was also Alice's ex-lover who, in the past, had come very close to breaking her heart.
Bella worried for her sister, and wondered what the hell Alice was doing having an affair with him again. She also wondered why she was sleeping with Dave and Jasper? That was so unlike the sister she knew and loved, cheating was something she abhorred. Fuck, there is no way this is going to end well. Bella thought to herself.
Ginny, the cleaning woman, came at ten. Back from his run and freshly showered, Edward told Ginny that they'd be leaving for New York the next day and asked her to get rid of all perishable food, he also asked her to stop by the following Friday to clean and , since he would be back the following Sunday. Hearing this exchange Bella became excited about the trip to New York and she and Edward talked about going to a Broadway show and maybe a night at Lincoln Center to see a ballet. Bella also wanted to take a hansom cab through New York, and she wanted to go to go to a Jazz club. He indulgently promised her all those experiences. She kissed him until he broke it off telling her he had work to do and that he had some calls to make to Hawaii.
Bella had to work at the restaurant, but only until three and so she went to take a shower and then went to find him in his office to gave him a long kiss good-bye. She found it increasingly hard to leave him, her body yearned for his when she was near him. Her body clung to his the same way that Alice's clung to Jasper's.
At work, Bella's thoughts were far away, sometimes on Alice and sometimes on Edward. She prayed that Alice knew what she was doing and wouldn't hurt Jasper or wouldn't get hurt by Jasper. Then she prayed that she herself wouldn't get hurt by Edward.
The constant background noise of the kitchen was interrupted by Tyler who had approached her, waving his hand to get her attention. "Bella, Bella? Hey, Bella what are you daydreaming about?" Tyler asked.
"Oh, nothing." She replied as she worked the pate sucree in preparation for her cardamom cream tarlets.
"Don't forget about tonight." he reminded her. "It's the first time I'm performing with these guys and I'm so excited. You're gonna love the music, it's eclectic, it's jazz with a little latin and a little middle eastern fusion. It's so cool. We have this singer, she's awesome. " He was rambling on as he moved around the kitchen.
Bella had plum forgot about tonight, he was still talking and Bella waited for a pause so she could get a word or two in. "Tyler, I don't think…"
Tyler stopped and begged, "Oh Bella, don't bail out on me. Please don't say you're not coming."
He looked so pathetic, Bella replied, "Yeah, I'm coming, but I can't stay long, okay? I have an early flight tomorrow morning. Don't pick me up I'll meet you there."
"But Bella, it's not at the Dogpatch. It's at the Luna Bar. I got the dates mixed up."
"Fine, I'll meet you there at nine."
Tyler looked happy that she was still coming and continued to prattle on about anything and everything.
At three o'clock Bella dashed out of the restaurant and drove back to Edward's. She was there by three-fifteen, she couldn't wait to be with her lover.
Bella clanged the bell and Edward opened the door. God, he was sexy. Bella tumbled into his arms and he carried her to the couch. They kissed for a long time. "How was your day?" she asked.
He was kissing her neck, her throat and down to her shoulders. "I got some work done, but not enough. I was too busy thinking about last night. You are such a distraction."
She rubbed his shoulders, "Mmm. Tell me about it. I hope the tartlets I made taste good, because I can't even remember what I did. I was in such a fog thinking about last night; it was soo good. But Alice was on my mind too, a lot."
Edward rested on his elbows above her. "Why, what's wrong with Alice?"
"Edward she's sleeping with Dave and Jasper. And I know that Jasper is engaged or almost engaged, she told me…." Edward covered her lips with his index finger shushing her. Her eyebrows came together in a frown as she watched him.
"Bella, I don't want to hear gossip about them. They're both adults who know what they're doing." He removed his finger from her mouth.
She pulled out from under him and sat up. "I don't think it's gossiping to talk to you about my sister. Do you?"
He sat up too and they faced each other kneeling on the couch. "Bella, no one is perfect, like you said, we're all human with human failings. Talk to your sister if you're concerned, but I'm the last person to pass judgment on someone else's relationships."
"So I can't share my concerns with you." Bella huffed. "Thanks for letting me know that you and I don't have that kind of relationship." Bella was hurt; Edward had just put up a wall between them. "So this relationship we're having is only about sex, right? I can't talk to you about things that concern me.
"I didn't say that. But we do have fantastic sex don't we?" He pulled her to him and nuzzled her neck. "Listen, Bella, even if you and I were married, I wouldn't feel comfortable discussing your sister's relationship with her boyfriends. I just don't do that."
Bella felt slightly reassured, he objected to talking about someone, not about her worries. She had a hard time seeing the difference.
Edward started to kiss her again and peeled her dress off letting it fall to the floor and she stepped out of it. He peeled off his t-shirt and crushed her to his chest. "Let's go to bed." He whispered, and Edward he led her down to the only place she wanted to be. They made love, then they fell asleep, still recovering from the night before.
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At six thirty her cell alarm woke her. She rolled over and looked at Edward. He was so adorable, lying on his belly with his head turned to her. His hair was all over the place his chin was scruffy and his mouth was slack, and slightly open as he slept. She hated to wake him but she reached over and touched his shoulder and spoke softly, not wanting to jar him awake. "Edward, I have to leave. I'm meeting a friend at a club so I have to get going soon."
He groaned as he stretched and rolled on his side. "Are you sure you want to go?" He reached for her and trapped her in his arms then flinging a leg over hers.
Bella burrowed into his warmth. "No, to be honest, I really don't want to go. But I promised him to be there, so I have to."
"Him? Who is this friend?" Edward stopped nuzzling and waited for her answer.
"Tyler, a friend I work with at the restaurant, he's playing at a jazz club." She got up off the bed and started reaching for her underwear.
"Is this the guy you were with at the river? The one you had your legs around?" He sat up in bed leaning back against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest.
"What? I've never done any such thing?" Bella looked at him as though he was crazy.
"When I came back from changing you were on his back, legs around him, wrestling with your other friends." He reminded her.
"Oh you're right. That was Tyler. We were playing 'chicken'." She laughed remembering, "We're really silly."
"Is he just a friend? Has he ever been anything more?" Edward asked.
"Nothing more." Bella looked into his eyes, trying to figure out if he was jealous but saw nothing unusual. "Why?"
"He wants you, Bella. He's going to make a move tonight." His voice was matter of fact.
"No he doesn't, and he won't. I've known him for years. We're good friends; we hang out all the time." Bella couldn't figure Edward out. He seemed detached, he wasn't angry or jealous. He talked about her and Tyler as though he were talking about the weather.
"He's never made a move before? Asked you on a date?" Edward inquired.
"Nope." Bella pulled on her panties and walked out of the room. She poked her head back in and said quickly, "This is our first date." and she ran up the stairs, laughing.
Edward jumped off the bed and chased after her. He caught her in the living room, where she was trying to pick up her sundress from off the floor where he had dropped it earlier. "So, is this a date?" he grabbed her and pushed her onto the couch. He held her down with his body.
"Well he asked me and I said yes before I realized what I was saying "yes" to." She was laughing from the chase and something about him that made her insides feel giddy.
"So this is the date you were talking about at the diner. You have a date with Tyler." He seemed slightly amused.
"Yes, I do." She replied and he tickled her sides, showing her no mercy.
She laughed and struggled to get free. Finally he stopped. "When will you be back?" he asked pretending to be stern.
"Is there a curfew?" she teased looking up into his face.
"Yes. I want you back here by midnight. We have to get up early in the morning." He kissed her between her breasts and then let her go so she could get dressed.
He sat on the couch watching her. She dressed quickly and pushed her feet into her sandals.
"I have to go home, pack for our trip, then shower and get dressed, and then drive all the way over the bridge to the Luna Bar. So I've got to run." She leaned down to give him a kiss. "Don't worry, Daddy, I'll be back on time." She teased.
He grabbed her and pulled her to sit on his lap and turned her face to look at him. "Don't dress too sexy, Bella. And as soon as he makes his move, make it clear that you're with me." He pulled her to him and gave her a quick kiss. "Then come home."
He let her go and she went to pick up her handbag. Edward pulled on his jeans and his shirt and walked her to her car. He opened her door and when she got in, he stooped to kiss her. He whispered against her lips, "Remember, midnight."
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Bella arrived at the Luna Bar before nine, wearing her most sedate dress. It was a bottle green, knit, ribbed dress. She considered it sedate because it had a turtle neck and long sleeves, no skin would show. To the average male however, this dress was anything but sedate, it hugged every curve and it only came midway down her thigh. Bella had plans later to undress for Edward so underneath it she was wearing a black satin demi-bra and matching panties, thigh high stockings that she had bought long ago and never wore. She wore black suede ankle boots that zipped up the back. She braided her ponytail and wrapped it around itself into a high bun. She normally did not wear make-up but decided to use eye-liner and deep red lipstick. She finished with gold hoops in her ears.
Bella walked into the club looking for a familiar face, since it was fairly early there weren't many people there. It was dimly lit but not too dark. Small circular tables, covered in white tablecloths and decorated with flickering candles, surrounded the small dais for the performers; there was a small little space for close dancing. Smooth jazz was playing from a CD, she recognized Arturo Sandoval's CD playing. "A Time for Love" was one of her favorite CDs and one couple was on the floor swaying to the music. Only a couple of tables were occupied. Bella was a little concerned, she expected to see other co-workers and started to wonder if Edward was right. Was Tyler planning to make a move in this romantic little club?
She sat at a table and ordered a soft drink and waited. Five minutes later Tyler showed up with his drums. He came over to her and tried to kiss her and she moved to let him peck her on the cheek. "Where is everyone?" Bella asked him.
"Everyone, who?" he asked in turn.
Bella was getting that sinking feeling. "Family, friends, co-workers, didn't you invite anyone else?"
"No," he said baldly "only you. Some of them know about it 'cause I kept talking about it, but I didn't "invite" anyone else."
Her stomach dropped all the way down to her ankle boots. Oh no, this is going to be trouble, she thought. Bella decided to be straightforward. "This isn't a "date" date is it?" she asked Tyler.
He smiled widely and said, "Yes, our first date, Bella."
"Oh, but I told you…" Bella thought to herself. She started to talk, "Tyler we need to…" but he interrupted her.
He squeezed her hand and said, "Listen Bella, I got to go set up, see you in a bit."
Bella was stuck. She saw him setting up and then came the others in his band. After they were done, Tyler brought his band mates over and introduced them to Bella. "Hi, how are you guys", she shook their hand. They sat at the table and ordered a round of drinks, Felix was Dominican, and he played the congas. He wore a beanie and small little dark glasses, he was average height but muscular and wide, she found out that he was also a body builder. Aro was from Senegal; he was tall and lean and wore his Senegalese caftan. He played the Dunun the deep bass drum from his native country.
They talked and laughed and every so often Tyler would reach for Bella's hand. She kept on trying to be casual and friendly so he wouldn't interpret this as a romantic date. But every chance he got he tried to touch her or put his arms around her or her chair.
The bass player, Alec, and a jazz guitarist, Marcus, came in and set up. The guys got up at nine-thirty and the quintet played for almost an hour, occasionally joined by Jane, a gorgeous porcelain-skinned, black-haired, black-eyed goth girl with a the voice of an angel. The place was full now and Bella could see that one or two others from work had shown up. She waved them over to her table. They sat and enjoyed the music.
Summer, one of their coworkers, cornered Bella. "So, Tyler finally got the balls to ask you on a date, huh? He really likes you, I mean really, really likes you. He's been obsessing over you forever." She went on to say that Tyler had been waiting for the opportunity to ask her for a date ever since he heard of her break up with Chris. Bella once again started to worry that the night would end badly for her and her friend.
After the set, Tyler came over, sat next to her and put his arm around her. She whispered, "Tyler can I speak to you outside for a little bit?" They got up and there were some whoops from the work crowd.
When they got outside, Bella got straight to the point. "Tyler, I want you to know that I like you as a friend, a really good friend. But nothing more."
"Bella, I know you're still in love with Chris, and I won't push you into a relationship too soon. But I want you to know that I've always liked you as more than just a friend." He rushed through what he was saying; Bella could tell that he was nervous.
"Tyler, you're a great guy and a great friend and I like you very much. But I'm ..er..seeing someone. " She was gentle.
"Bella," he smiled and held her shoulders. "Don't worry. I know you need time. I can see that you're still getting over Chris and I'm not gonna rush you, I promise. I just want you to know that I like you, I always have. And, when you're ready…no rush…I'm gonna be there. You don't have to make excuses, and pretend you're seeing someone, I know it's gonna take time." He stepped closer and put his arms around her and hugged her gently. "I know you don't want to get involved and possibly ruin a good friendship. But it'll be fine, I promise." He bent down and tried to kiss her on the lips.
Bella avoided his lips and squirmed out of his arms, "Tyler, I am serious. I'm involved with someone, I'm not making excuses. And I'm really, really sorry, but I don't feel romantic towards you, at all."
"But you were just crying over Chris like a week ago, at the Bart. You were all sad and draggy. How can you be involved with someone..."
She shrugged, "It just happened, quickly."
"Who is he, anybody I know?"
"No, just a guy I met, at Angela's." She gave his arm a squeeze and said, "I should get going."
"No, don't go." He pleaded. "Bella, please, stay for the next set. Please. Don't walk out, not with all the guys here. I promise you I won't try anything."
Against her better judgment, Bella stayed. The next set was great, she even got up with her friends and danced on the little dance floor. After the band finished, Bella made a quick trip to the bathroom and came back to say good-bye.
She started to leave when all of a sudden she noticed that Tyler was drunk, he got up and attempted to drive himself home. Bella tried to stop him but couldn't, others realized what was happening and one of the guys took his keys and Tyler became belligerent. He got into a tussle for the keys and started to swear and stumble. Because she was his date, everyone looked to her to take care of him. "I can't." Bella wailed. "I can't handle him in this condition and I'm not even going home."
Bella asked Summer if she could drive him home, but Summer came with friends and their car was full. Tyler's band mates had left already and it slowly dawned on Bella that she was really stuck with Tyler. She asked a couple of the guys to load him and his drums into her car. No one knew his exact address and she couldn't find his wallet.
Bella almost screamed in frustration. How was she going to get Tyler home? She thought about taking him to her house to sleep it off, but didn't think that she would be able to make it up the stairs with him. And most importantly, that would mean that she wouldn't be able to get back to Edward's bed until one-thirty or two o'clock.
She drove like a maniac and got over the bridge and to the marina in twenty minutes. She parked the car and ran to Edward's door. She knocked and it swung open, he tried to pull her inside but she started to blurt out the whole story.
"Slow down, what's wrong?"
"Tyler is drunk, I don't have his address, and I have to drive him home, to my house, to sleep it off. I was wondering if you could follow me and help me get him up the stairs and into my bed and then we could come back here." She finished with a gasp.
Edward followed her to her car to take a look at Tyler, who was passed out in the back seat. "Oh, man! So this is Tyler. Bella, what did you do to the guy?"
"Do? Me? Nothing, absolutely nothing. I told him that we could just be friends; that I was seeing somebody else and then he got wasted. I didn't do anything!"
"Bella, look at you! I told you not to dress too sexy. He saw you looking like that and thought you were giving him the greenlight. Then you shot him down. No wonder he got drunk." Edward was semi-serious. "Bella, you broke the guy's heart."
"Stop it! Stop it! Just help me will you?" she was begging.
He hugged her, "I'm sorry. It's okay, Bella we don't have to go through all that trouble, we'll just stay here and put him on the couch to sleep it off." He started to laugh, "Then I'm going to have to punish you, for being such a bad girl." Edward pulled Tyler out of the car and hoisted him in a fireman lift. Bella locked up the car and ran ahead to hold the door open. Edward practically threw Tyler onto the couch.
"Edward, I think he's going to need a towel and a wastebasket, I have a feeling he'll have to vomit tonight." She spread the towel under his head and put the wastebasket next to him and covered him with a blanket. That was when she noticed that Edward had lit candles all around the living room, the fireplace was on, soft jazz was playing and there was champagne on ice.
"Oh, Edward, how sweet." She put her arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss.
"This is the second time you've ruined my dating plans." He kissed her lingeringly.
"I'll make it up to you." She whispered a promise against his lips.
They gathered the candles and champagne and took them down to the bedroom. While Edward opened the champagne, Bella took off her dress and stood before him in her bra, panties, stockings and high heels.
He poured the champagne in two glasses and turned around "Good god, Bella. Is that for me?"
"All for you, like it?" She beamed, feeling happy that she'd surprised him.
"Like it? Bella, I'm in heaven." He took a sip of champagne and brought her glass to her.
Bella sipped her champagne, "Edward, make love to me."
Edward pulled her to him and kissed her. He took her glass from her and tilted it into her mouth causing her to finish it all.
"Good?" he asked.
"Very good." She smiled, feeling the warmth lick through her veins.
He rocked her side to side and took another sip from his glass and leaning into her lips, opened his mouth and poured it into her mouth.
Surprised, she pulled back and giggled. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Nope, just trying to make you happy." He replied and kissed her neck.
"You do that already." She whispered in his ear.
He held her chin and nibbled her upper lip and then moved to her lower lip. Bella opened her mouth wanting to feel his breath mingle with hers again. She moved her hands around his back and under his shirt to run her fingers along his spine.
She wanted to touch every part of his gorgeous body. She pulled away from his kiss, "I want to taste your body," she said, and lifted his shirt to caress his nipples then she bent her head to lick them with her tongue. He lifted her head and kissed her neck then he kissed the top of her full breasts and whispered, "Bella, I'm going to sit over there," he gestured behind him to a chair, "I want you to dance for me. Slowly take off just your panties, nothing else, and then dance for me, okay? A lap dance."
"I don't know how, Edward. I've never…"
He placed his finger over her lips and whispered, "Try. You're a sensual dancer, feel the music."
He turned on his ipod and selected Portishead's "Glory Box", so sensual.
Then he sat in the chair and waited with his long legs splayed wide in front of him. His eyes were narrowed and focused on her body. He looked hungry, like a lion, waiting for a lamb. The room was lit by only candlelight and the music was haunting and she slowly stripped off her panties, they fell in a black puddle on the floor, she stepped out of them and over to him where he sat.
For a few moments, she danced very slowly moving her body the way she knew would please him. Then she moved to straddle his lap, her knees on the cushioned chair, framing his thighs; she could see that he was hard already. She rested the weight of her body on her knees, and brushed her pussy ever so close to him without touching. She closed her eyes and moved her hips sinuously, using the rhythm of the music to inspire her. Edward watched every movement, the gentle roll of her belly, the snakelike motion of her arms, the hips that tempted him on. The music ended and another began, with a similar rhythm and driving beat. Edward reached up and took off the bra to suck on her nipples. She loved the sharp ache that travelled from her nipple to her center; it made her hungrier for him.
Finally he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and let her touch him. She caressed him and slowly rolled on the condom he had given her. She looked up into his face and saw that his eyes were half closed and looking down at what her hands were doing. He was holding back, letting his arms rest on the arm of the chair while she pleasured him. He was enjoying the fact that she was taking charge.
She guided him into her and she rested her arms around his broad shoulders. She moved on his lap in a rocking motion and rhythmically tightened and relaxed her muscles. She kept her eyes closed so she could lose herself in the feel and rhythm of the music and her movements. Soon his thumb reached between them and he rubbed her until she moaned and started to move faster and faster. She held on to the back of the chair to steady herself as she her orgasm started and her thrusts became erratic, soon she was feeling the pull of her orgasm and she flopped forward and then arched back in ecstasy. He held her tight as she rode it, panting and moaning loudly; although she had melted onto him, he was still hard and ready inside her. "Didn't you come?" she whispered.
He shook his head. He waited a few seconds, then he carried her from the armchair to the bed. He started to thrust into her; immediately she was back in ecstasy. He moaned, and with each thrust, he breathed her name. Strong fingers pinched her nipple as his teeth nipped her ear, chin and lips and Bella started to shudder. Bella felt herself tumble into mindless pleasure again and she sank back to the pillows. Edward was not done yet. "Roll over, baby." he said. He pulled out and helped her then spread her legs wide. "Ready?" he asked and when she nodded, he plunged into her trembling heat. "That's so good, baby." And he pulled her hips slightly off the bead, tilting her ass in the air, "You look so beautiful." He said as he continued his relentless push toward his own satisfaction. Bella, heard his groaning, "Fuuuck, yeah!" and felt him release and fall next to her.
Neither of them moved for a long time. Bella felt as though her legs were rubber, they were achingly tight and weak at the same time. Edward lay there, inert as he pulled for air. Finally, he rolled onto his back and laughed deeply and with satisfaction. He pulled her to sleep in the warmth of his arms.
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Bella was getting tired of waking up alone. She was naked on her belly and Edward wasn't next to her. She went upstairs and neither Edward nor Tyler was anywhere around. She walked out onto the deck and looked around. She made coffee and searched the fridge and cabinets for food. There was nothing at all to eat. He didn't even have flour. She found her bag but couldn't find her keys anywhere. She was starving. She had barely eaten anything the day before and that combined with the after effects of the champagne and lack of sleep was making her feel empty. It was after six o'clock, where the hell was Edward?
It was until six-thirty when Edward returned, without Tyler. "I hope you brought some food." She greeted him. He was carrying a baguette and a take-out containing a cheese omelet with chicken apple sausage. "Yum." She tore off the heel of the bread and started to eat it. She practically scurried into the kitchen to eat her breakfast.
"Where's Tyler?" she asked.
"I took him home." He dropped her car keys onto the counter.
"How is he doing?"
"He seemed fine. I really don't think he was as wasted as you thought." Edward waited until she looked at him. "I think he was hoping to sleep in your bed last night." Edward leaned on the counter and looked at her for a reaction.
"I don't think so." She scoffed "You're just too suspicious." She devoured the sausage that had been sauteed with tomatoes and onions.
"Bella, believe me, if you had taken him home you would have had a fight on your hands."
"Oh Edward, don't be ridiculous. Tyler has always been nice to me."
He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. "Bella, I know men, and he is not too pleased that he didn't get what he wanted."
She rolled her eyes. "I think it's the writer in you, you have a flair for the dramatic."
"You know something, you are very naive. Don't hang out alone with him again." He warned her then he let her go.
"You're not jealous are you?" Bella frowned.
"No, I'm not jealous. Jealousy is a waste of time, Bella. Firstly, if you wanted him I would tell you to go to him, I don't share. Secondly, I know you are not the least bit interested in him. But I do know he is very interested in you. He fantasizes about you, just like I do. When I saw him by the river, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. And you know something else? He was spying on us when we were kissing."
"There was no one else around." She said, remembering the eerie quiet before Edward started to kiss her.
"He was around all right."
"Where?" She shook her head doubtfully.
He was getting exasperated "By the trees, Bella, or by the bushes." He explained. "When you ran back to the house, I walked back slowly and waited to …calm down. A few minutes later, I saw him come from that direction. And I confronted him about it just now when I was driving him home."
"You did what? Oh my God, what did you tell him?" Bella was so embarrassed.
"I told him that I know he wants you and that I know he spied on us when he saw us kissing - he didn't deny it. I also told him that I know he's been waiting for you but that I have you now and that I wouldn't like it very much if he tried anything with you. Ever." He paused. "I also told him that I'm an ex-cop and that I have a license to carry a gun and I do."
"You threatened him?" she was aghast.
"No. I warned him." Edward cut the baguette into slices. "I don't think he's dangerous, but he's the sneaky kind. The kind to get a girl drunk and take advantage of her."
"I don't drink." She started to eat the omelet, standing at the counter.
"Has he ever tried to ply you with alcohol?" Edward was eating from the plate too.
"Ply? I have no idea what you mean. At some point or another almost everyone has offered me a drink." She was so hungry she was eating big mouthfuls. "Even you."
"Yes. And I was plying you with alcohol, to loosen you up a bit." He said.
Bella's jaw dropped. "Loosen me up?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes. So you could let go, be less inhibited. Like last night."
"So the candles and champagne were part of a plan?" The things this guy did for sex.
"Yeah, and it worked didn't it. You were mind-blowingly uninhibited and oh so sexy and so good," he smiled and reached for her. Then he came to stand behind her and ran his hand down the front of her dress, cupping her breasts, rubbing her belly and running his hands over the curve of her hips. He whispered in her ear, "I have never had sex like last night. I wanted to mmmm." He couldn't find the words, so he bit the nape of her neck and she felt a rush of heat. "Bella, I wanted to suck you, eat you, devour you." He said as he turned her into his arms.
She swallowed her food. "And you think that's because I had the champagne?"
He laughed, "It sure was. I'm going to have to keep it on hand." And he gave her a deep kiss.
When he let her up for air, she said, "Edward, I had two sips of champagne to please you, I don't like the taste. That wasn't the champagne."
"Prove it to me, be uninhibited like that. Now."
"Edward, I'm not going to prove anything, and especially not now, we have to get ready for the flight." She tried to get out of his arms but he wouldn't let her.
"Bella, just a little bit longer. We have time." He tried to kiss her.
Edward, she reminded him, "It's already almost seven. I have yet to shower and change."
He pursed his lips, and he reluctantly let her go."Okay,go get ready."
"Edward, can you do me a favor?" She handed him her car keys, "Can you get my blue overnight bag out of my trunk while I take my shower?"
"Sure."
Bella ran down the stairs to the bathrrom. She had only been in for a few seconds when Edward joined her in the small little space, "What do you think you're doing?" she asked as he squeezed into the tiny shower with her.
"I'm showering with you." He reached for the soap, rubbed it between his palms and started to lather her. He slipped his sudsy hands over her breasts and down her belly and stroked her between her thighs.
"Edward, is this all you think about?" She couldn't believe how often he wanted to make love.
He moved his soapy hands and rubbed them over her behind and pulled her against him. "Bella, sex is all I can think about when I'm with you. I told you I'm like a fire and you are oxygen, you keep me going." He put the soap in her hands so she could lather him. She put her arms around him and lathered his back as he rested his arms on her shoulders. She ran her soapy hands over his tight butt and moved to the front to soap his chest. She soaped his arms and his underarms.
His eyes were half closed as she closed her hands around his cock and as soon as she started to touch him he started to swell. Her hands moved back and forth and he continued to grow. Edward lifted her and held her against the wall of the shower. She felt him so hard between her thighs, but he didn't enter. He kissed her deeply and moved his hips back and forth so that he would come tantalizingly close but just brush her crevice. She yearned for him to fill her and she begged him several times but he didn't. Bella bit his bottom lip in frustration and he laughed, pulling her under the spray of warm of water and using his hands to rinse her body.
She felt his fingers as he pried her open and he used his thumb to excite her even more. His mouth latched onto her nipple and sucked hard, she hung on to him and let him do whatever he wanted. He carried her dripping wet to the bed and opened her thighs.
She was so limp from the heat of the shower and the beginnings of an orgasm that she felt powerless to even move. He sucked her clit and then licked it with the tip of his tongue over and over until she was delirious with electric spasms. She lay on the bed, a total and willing slave to whatever he wanted of her. And he seemed to want everything. He gently sucked and bit the skin of her inner thighs. Finally, he knelt above her and parted her legs over his shoulders and pushed into her and started to thrust hard. He gripped her thighs and shoved in and out until he melted in a moan of satisfaction on top of her.
He held himself above her with his forearms on either side of her shoulders and he grinned as he tossed back his wet hair. "Bella," his voice was husky and so soft, "it just gets better and better."
She was so enervated she couldn't even answer. He was like a speeding train, unstoppable. They lay there a few minutes and he started up again, kissing the curve of her neck, and breathing in her smell.
"Edward," she checked his cell on the night shelf, "it's after seven thirty. We're already late for the flight."
He rolled off her and she weakly rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed.
"Edward?" She turned and looked at him, lying naked on the bed.
"Hmm?" He looked over at her.
She lay back down and curved her body into his and kissed his bicep. "Edward, I've only had one lover. So I'm not as experienced as you." She hesitated before continuing, "So I may need you to tell me what to do. You know. Like what you want me to do for you to be happy …in bed." She was embarrassed to admit to him that she felt clueless about what he wanted from her.
"Bella, I am completely happy, can't you tell? Sex, making love, with you has been the absolute best." He pulled her on top of him and she lay between his legs.
"Well, I feel that you're doing so much to make me satisfied, I don't feel that I'm doing enough for you. I don't know what things turn you on." She was looking into his face trying to read what he was thinking.
He smoothed her hair from her brow, "Bella, you turn me on, just as you are." He looked at her and smiled.
"But last night, I really thought that I did it right and you would come and you didn't."
"Bella, I fought really hard not to come. Your orgasm, feeds mine. I don't want to come without satisfying you first." He rolled her under him and kissed her. He hoarsely whispered in her ear. "When I enter after your orgasm you're wet and hot and pulsing and that makes me come harder. That's the way I like it."
"But when I've had an orgasm, I don't really have the energy left to please you."
"You please me very much, all the time." He kissed her again. "Bella don't think too much about this, just let it happen. Just do what makes your body feel good."
"The only reason I mention it is because you said that you had to "loosen me up" with champagne. So, do you feel that I'm too uptight?"
"Bella, you misunderstand me. I want you to loosen up so you can enjoy yourself more. You seem afraid to let go and that's all I meant. I want you to get maximum pleasure."
"But I don't want you to get bored with me. I want you to teach me to be as good a lover as you are." She paused, "It's what I want to take from this affair when it's over."
Edward rolled her over and they lay side by side. He rested his hand on the curve of her cheek and looked into her eyes. "Let's not talk about the ending of something that's just begun, okay?"