Happy 2012 everyone!
I know we've had a bit of a delay in posting but it was needed! Chapter's 1 – 5 needed to be re-done and so I had my pre-reader and beta look over them for me.
If you're still with me and didn't stop reading because of the delay then thank you, it means a lot to me.
Disclaimer: As always the amazing S. Meyer owns all things Twilight, I just like to play with the characters.
Enjoy….
EPOV
Bad mood? What bad mood? Sure, I'm grumpy to be pulled from an amazing dream after just four hours of sleep, but that changes the minute I open the front door. Or maybe I'm still dreaming…
She's a walking fantasy. Bella stands in my doorway looking ravishing, holding coffee and a bag of goodies from Starbuck's. Freshly showered, her hair is still slightly damp, curling naturally and she's wearing minimal make-up—just like I like it. My eyes roam over her body, stopping at her tits. Just peeking out of her coat, they appear full and well supported, hinting at further surprises to come.
My heart, as well as other parts of my anatomy, warm at the sight of her. Only Bella could arouse me this early in the morning merely by showing up at my door. I must admit, I was beginning to feel like I'd never experience these feelings again. Lauren shredded my heart and my trust, and I wasn't sure I'd recover. But then Bella enters my life, and my world's turned upside-down. All attempts at keeping my heart at a distance have failed. She owns me now.
Looking at her, something inside me just snaps.
Mine!
The green-eyed monster within awakens, when I realise other men have seen her like this! She looks as if she's been ravished. My dick hardens as I think of all the ways I can mark her as mine.
Smirking, I gesture for her to enter, eager to see the rest of her plan. Thrusting the coffee and brown bag into my hands, Bella passes me and heads straight for the bedroom. My cock throbs as she tosses the jacket to the floor, confirming my earlier suspicions. She's nearly naked, wearing only a black bra and panty set with stockings. I whimper as she reaches the end of the hallway, looking over her shoulder and winking at me.
Forgetting all about breakfast, I drop it on the table and run to the bedroom where she's waiting. For every step that I take towards her, Bella moves further back on the bed, until she reaches the headboard. Opening her legs, she gives me a peek at her lace covered core. I take in the view, reminding myself just how fucking lucky I am, before crawling to my place between her legs. As I hover above her, she wraps her silky legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
A smile crosses her lips and she leans up to give me a kiss. "I just wanted to say good morning."
"Mmm…good morning indeed." I kiss her again, but this time I don't pull away. My tongue traces her lip and I nip it lightly. Opening her mouth, Bella deepens the kiss, our tongues dancing lazily together.
I love kissing this woman, but her boldness this morning has me eager for more. My lips make their way from hers, travelling down her body.
Her neck. Kiss.
Her collar bone. Kiss.
The swell of her breasts. Kiss.
My arms move behind Bella, pulling her towards me, encouraging her to sit up. As soon as her back leaves the bed, I unclasp her bra and lay her down against the sheets. Shrugging out of the lace, she tosses it to the floor before pulling me to her.
My lips find her breasts. I relish their softness against my skin and their weight in my hands. I tease by avoiding her nipples, now pebbled in the crisp morning air.
"Mmmm…Edward…more."
With pleasure.
I swirl my tongue around her rosy peak, causing her back to arch in pleasure. Sucking and nipping gently, I can't get enough. Releasing her nipple, I move to the other, my fingers twisting where lips have just been. Satisfied with her breathy moans, my lips continue their journey south.
Her silky stomach. Kiss.
The curve of her hip. Kiss.
Her tempting thigh. Kiss.
Bella writhes beneath me as I cover her body in kisses, avoiding the one place we both want most. Finally my teasing becomes too much and she bucks her hips, growling.
"Ugh, Edward, please…"
The begging does me in. Holding her knees, I spread her wide for me, moaning when I see the dampness of her panties. My fingers hook around them, pulling the lace down her legs, throwing them in the same area as her bra. Running my hands up her right leg, I stop when I reach the edge of her stocking. Maintaining eye contact, I slowly roll it down, before moving to her left.
Finally, I have her bare for me.
Placing one last wet kiss on her perfect thigh, I surprise her with a long, slow lick of her pussy with my flattened tongue.
"Oh, Edward!" She fists the bed sheets and thrusts her hips into my face. Placing an arm on her hips, I hold her in place.
Using my other hand, I run my fingers against her soaking core, slowly pushing inside, finger fucking her while my tongue flicks her swollen clit. Eager to have her screaming my name, I add another finger, pumping faster and deeper. Her hips meet me thrust for thrust, dictating the pace she needs.
"Gonna…Edward…" She whimpers incoherently—a tell tale sign she's close.
"That's it, baby, cum for me." I slide a hand under her hips, pulling her closer. She tastes so good—I lap at her wet folds, alternating between long strokes and light nibbles to her clit.
Moments later Bella is panting, moaning my name, and grinding against my mouth. She lets go of the sheets and fists her hands in my hair, keeping me exactly where she wants me—needs me. Knowing she's close, I curl my fingers and give one last nibble to her clit, sending her body into spasms, as she cums on my tongue and fingers. Her body shudders violently, as I continue working her until her orgasm subsides.
I feel her relax and her fingers tug on my hair, hinting she wants me to move up her body. Happily I oblige, licking her salty skin as I go. I'm met with a fierce kiss, her tongue caressing mine, tasting herself on me. Her hands work their way down my body, grabbing my ass and pulling me to her, causing the perfect friction.
"Ugh, god I want you." I whisper against her lips.
"Take me then…" Bella whispers as she pushes me away. I'm confused. But my confusion turns to pure lust, as I watch her roll onto her stomach, raising her ass before me. Leaning up on her elbows, she spreads her legs and looks at me from over her shoulder.
Holy. Fuck.
Wasting no time, I reach in my nightstand and pull out a condom. Stroking myself, I tear open the wrapper with my teeth, and roll it over my throbbing penis. I can't help but stare at her ass, especially in this position. It's perfect. I stroke her slit with the head of my cock, coating it in her juices. I push in just the tip, teasing her.
"Fuck me, Edward, please."
Positioning myself behind her, I grab onto her exquisite ass, thrusting inside with one fluid motion. We both gasp at the feeling. Moving against her, I watch my dick slide in and out where we're connected. It's so fucking sexy. I pump harder and faster, losing myself in the feeling. Bella arches her back and I plunge deeper, causing us both to moan loudly.
Removing one of my hands from her ass, I reach around and grab her tit, pinching the nipple. Bella curses under her breath. She pushes back, meeting my thrusts, snaking her hand between us. Her fingers find where we come together, feeling the friction. They travel lower, caressing my balls, tugging them slightly.
God, I'm going to lose my mind!
Dragging my fingers to her clit, I pinch it. Bella screams my name. I thrust deeper, faster, until she clenches around my cock, cumming hard. I can't hold out any longer, her sweet pussy milking my cock. Exhausted and completely sated, we collapse into a tangle of sweaty bodies and sheets.
BPOV
Oh. My. God.
If this is the outcome of wearing sexy underwear and modelling it for your boyfriend, then I need to make a trip to the mall and stock my panty drawer—now!
Edward groans, rolling out of bed to dispose of the condom, as I crawl under the covers. The lack of sleep from last night, followed by our early morning "work-out" has left me exhausted. I curl up on what's now my side of Edward's bed and within minutes, he joins me. Curling up behind me, he throws an arm over my waist and pulls me close. He yawns and murmurs "goodnight" as we both drift off to sleep.
I wake hours later, to the sun filtering through the curtains and a cold bed. A glance at the alarm clock tells me it's just after eleven. Wow, I never sleep this late.
I hear movement and laughter in the kitchen, so I guess round two isn't in the cards. I suppose I'll get up and join the party. Hunting around Edward's room, I find his work shirt from last night and a clean pair of boxers. I grin, realising this might help kick off round two.
"Morning!" I announce as I walk in the kitchen, joining the three of them. Edward's wearing nothing but his pyjama bottoms so I go directly to him, wrapping my arms around his naked chest and kissing his shoulder. Even though I was very much satisfied by our earlier activities, my body is already craving more. Not happy with my simple peck, Edward turns his head to give me a proper good morning kiss, causing me to shiver. I forget that we have an audience until a throat clears behind me.
"Well, well, Bells. When did you sneak in?" I turn to Emmett who's standing with his arms crossed over his chest, also wearing nothing but pyjama bottoms.
"This morning. You probably didn't hear me over Rosalie's fake screams of pleasure." I smirk and raise an eyebrow.
"Hey, don't pull me into this." Rosalie moves from her spot to join Emmett, wrapping her arms around him. "Don't pout, it doesn't suit you. And you know I don't fake anything."
She walks to the cupboard and pulls out four plates, setting them up on the table. Emmett's eyes follow her as she moves. I don't blame him. Rosalie's never been one to dress down and that includes for bed. Whereas some girls, me included, love nothing more than wearing a guy's t-shirt and no make-up, Rosalie can't be seen like that. This morning is no exception—she's dressed in a thin red nighty that hugs her figure, especially her tits, and stops mid-thigh. Even first thing in the morning my friend looks amazing, and although I hate it, I feel a little inadequate standing here next to her.
But then I catch Edward staring at me, his eyes full of desire. He might be into the sexy underwear now and then, but my boy loves me wearing his clothes. Knowing he's been busted, he blushes and winks at me. I can't help but blush in return, taking my seat at the table.
Edward fills up his plate with fruit before turning to me. "You slept awful late, baby, you okay?"
I nod. "Fine, just didn't sleep well last night, that's all."
"Everything okay?"
Is everything okay? No, not really. I've been getting weird phone calls, I'm being followed by a strange black car, and then to top it off, last night my tires were slashed.
"Yeah, babe, I'm fine." Leaning forward, I place a kiss to his lips. "Yesterday was just a long day." I decide not to tell Edward for the moment. The phone calls have stopped, I've only seen the black car once, and the kids last night were clearly responsible for the tires. I'm probably just overreacting.
Satisfied with my answer, Edward smiles. He and Emmett start discussing a Jazz night at the club. I pick at the fruit on my plate, contemplating all the recent events. They have to be coincidence. I can't imagine anyone remotely interested in messing with me. I'm jolted out of my thoughts when someone kicks me under the table.
Rosalie stares at me. She raises her eyebrows in question—clearly she saw through my response. I shake my head and gesture to the door, silently telling her I'll explain it all later. Finishing my breakfast, I leave the guys still deep in discussion, and head down the hall. I barely make it out of the kitchen before I feel Rose behind me. Not wanting to have this conversation in the hallway where we can easily be overheard, I walk to the bathroom. She enters behind me and I lock the door for privacy. Pulling the toilet seat down, I sit and face Rosalie, who's leaning against the sink, arms folded and eyebrows raised.
"Well?"
"Uh…well, I kind of had a bad night." I explain about my tires and how I called Alice to come get me.
"What the fuck!" She whisper-shouts at me. "Did you call the cops on those kids?"
"No, I just wanted to get home. It had been a long day and I was grumpy and tired. Plus I couldn't be sure it was them anyway. I woke up early this morning and couldn't get back to sleep, so decided to come over here." I look to my feet as Rose smirks at me.
"So I see. I take it you've broken the "slow rule" and you're actually fucking again?"
"Yeah, but that's a longer story. One for a girl's night, not a sneaky ten minutes hiding in my boyfriend's bathroom!"
She laughs, and asks me about my truck.
"Well, I actually needed to talk to you about that…" I trail off hoping she'll get the hint, which she does.
"Where is it? I'll have it picked up and taken to the garage. You can pay for the tires but you're not paying for the labor."
We've had this discussion a few times before so I don't bother arguing. I give her the details on the truck and she leaves the bathroom to get dressed.
LPOV
I watch as the cab drives away, turning the corner and is finally out of sight. "Perfect. Now that the bitch is gone I can get a hold of her key." I quickly take the key from its hiding place under the mat and run back to my car.
I don't need to worry about anyone seeing me. I've been watching her house for weeks, so I know her neighbors aren't even up yet.
"If I hurry I can make it into town, have a copy of the key made, and be back before her neighbors wake. Then I'll just wait for the right moment."
All I need to do is get in there.
BPOV
As much as I want to stay and maybe go for round two…and maybe three, we can't. Work calls for both of us. Since I got a cab this morning, Edward gives me a lift home on his way to work. I told him I'd get another cab home, but he won't hear of it. Especially since I didn't bring a change of clothes and I'm back in just my underwear and coat.
Edward had pouted like a spoiled child when he came back to the bedroom and found me freshly showered and ready to leave. He even spent the whole ride to my place trying to convince me of a quickie before he left for work. With a steamy kiss, full of promises for later, I tell him to hold that thought and I'll be waiting naked for him when he finishes his shift at the club.
Wearing a goofy smile, I watch Edward until I can no longer see his car. Just being with him has erased my bad mood.
Entering my apartment, I find my spare key on the hallway floor, just as I expected. Alice has already been here to grab what she needed.
As sexy as this underwear is, I'm uncomfortable. Quickly, I pull on my sweats and a tank top—my comfy working gear—and set up my laptop. My plan for the rest of the day is to work on the interview, and at least have a rough draft to show Angela on Monday.
I manage to put in a few decent hours before hunger takes over. Deciding that I won't get anything more done until I take a break and clear my head, I stop for lunch. I make a chicken salad and then take Jake on a long walk since he's been cooped up all day.
Its overcast, but I don't think we'll have to worry about rain. We travel our usual route, to the end of my block and around the edge of the woods, before coming to a large field. I walk the path to the field but let Jake off his lead, knowing he'll run ahead a bit, but won't let me out of his sight.
I take my time, enjoying the fresh air and my thoughts.
The last few weeks have been a bustle of activity, with my new job and Edward. Edward. Just thinking his name causes butterflies. Taking things slow was a good choice for both of us—we needed to work through our trust issues. And without sex messing things up, it worked.
Edward's really had me since that first night, but I'm glad I listened to my friends and pursued him to meet again. He treats me the way a guy should treat his girlfriend, the way I see Jasper with Alice. When I think of him, see him, I get this fluttery feeling in my heart and it makes me believe in true romance again. Could Edward really be my prince?
I reach the end of the field but let Jake run for a bit longer before calling him back. It's not every day we enjoy dry weather, so I let him enjoy the longer walk while he can. Eventually, a panting Jake returns. I put him back on the leash and we make our way home.
As we near the front door, Jake's coat bristles and he starts to whine. He tugs on his lead, pulling us away from my apartment. Nervously, I glance around to see if there's anyone close by, causing this reaction. Jake doesn't normally behave like this and it's unsettling.
Nothing looks out of the ordinary. The lady a few doors down is mowing her lawn, kids are on their bikes, and the guy next door is taking out his trash. Traffic on my street is normal and there's no freaky black car in sight.
Deciding he's just spooked, I pull on his lead and head towards the door. I have my keys ready so I can get inside quickly if needed.
I make it as far as the front door before I stop and pull out my cell phone. I call Edward.
"Hey, baby, what's up?"
"C-can you come to my apartment? I think someone's been inside…"
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So as always, huge thanks go to Marika, my pre-reader for all her help with this! Whenever I'm stuck she always helps me out!
And a huuuuge thanks to my amazing beta/friend Pattinlethr. She's the reason the story is what it is
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