My dear readers, here's the last chapter of Homework, sorry for the long wait again. See you at the end.
I had never thought I'd love my apartment's door that much one day. I mean, it was pretty bland, woody and white, nothing special. You think I'm crazy, right? Wait until Edward Cullen and his long, lean body of his press you against said door, you will undoubtedly see the beauty of it.
The ride back home had been feverish and frustrating. Wanting to touch, to devour, to kiss and yet unable to do so because of the driver who wanted to chat. Apparently, he had been to Seattle once and shared his memories generously while we "ooed" and "aaed" in all the right places. Edward had been distracted from the incessant chatter by the view we had of Paris, pleasantly prolonged for once by the annoying traffic. It was like the city was on our side, showing off its unique lights just for us.
All bets were off when we crossed the threshold. Edward kept his eyes on mine all the time he slowly peeled off all my clothes and started trailing kisses all over my neck and collarbone. Shivering and feeling deliriously faint, I stripped him of his own clothes and revealed his soft skin. That's when I realized how crazy I had been in my exile. It was impossible to live and breathe without him, his scent and his warmth. He was as essential to me as air. His eyes told me he felt the same.
He entered me with the mixture of slowness and trepidation I didn't know I was craving. Our hands were joined while we moved, in a silent promise. We came not long after and I was home.
Edward joined me in the kitchen a few days after that while I was sipping my coffee. A bunch of letters had arrived, one of which I was eyeing with apprehension since it obviously came from Esme Cullen.
"We should read those before we go on with our day…" he whispered while kissing my neck.
"I don't want to." I pouted. I knew I was acting like a child but the warm bubble we had been living in felt too good to be left.
"What if I distracted you between each of them, would it be easier baby?" His naughty smile made my knees weak and trembling. He swiftly picked me up and sat me on the counter, sliding his gorgeous body between my legs. I managed to nod and swallowed hard.
"The first one is from Heidi, it should be the easiest don't you think?"
"Probably…" I sighed, opening the envelope.
Dear Bella,
I guess you probably don't want to read this letter since the gorgeous boy we both know and fantasize on is probably doing very bad things to you as I ramble. I just wanted to let you know that I missed you a lot and hope to visit soon. Don't worry, I'll bring earplugs.
Love,
Heidi
Edward snorted and I couldn't contain my own laughter. Heidi was truly a great friend and without her, who knew where we'd be? Edward lightly kissed my collarbone, making me shiver and turning my mirth into lust in a second. He was good like that.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" He whispered against my neck.
"It was the first one…" I managed, whimpering when he started pushing my skirt up my thighs.
"Read me the one from Emmett", he ordered in a husky voice. I cleared my throat in spite of his damn hands making the simple task difficult.
Dear Edward,
I hope you're happy, man. Mum has been shitting bricks but she's calmer when Dr. Therapist is here. She wrote you a letter, hope it isn't too bad. I want you to know I understand why you left everything and went. If Rosalie left, I'd probably become mad. I wish Bella can bring you all the good you deserve. That's a lot of good, if you want to know. Love you, bro.
Emmett
I could see my love's eyes shimmering but he didn't stop. He kept on massaging my thighs and started tugging on my panties whispering "Emmett" in a hushed voice. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. Too loud anyway.
"How many letters left?" He groaned. My labored breathing turned into panting.
"F…four."
"From?"
"The School Principal, my father, Alice and your mom." I whispered, slowly peeling off his shirt. His pale creamy skin turned me on even more than I was.
"You want to do this, Bella?" he asked, tearing the fragile lace off.
"Yes…" I moaned. My brain had flown through the window, like every time we were together like this.
He knelt in front of me.
"Alice first, then." It was good he made the decision because I was a wanton mess.
Dear Bella,
Once again, I'm deeply sorry for what I did. You have to know it wasn't malevolent on my part and that it just was a conversation that was overheard. I don't approve of what you're doing but I can understand why you did it. When you fall in love, everything else disappears, right? That's what happened to Jasper and me. You're invited to the wedding with Edward. I won't be mad if you can't but think about it, ok?
Love you,
Alice
The last few words had been garbled at best. It was all Edward's fault. Being clear when the man of your dreams licks and sucks you with gusto is kind of a challenge. I came just before choosing which letter would be next.
"Mmmhh… do you feel better, baby, more relaxed?" He smiled, slowly licking his lips like he had tasted a delicious meal.
"Boneless would be more accurate…" I chuckled, wrapping his face in my hands and tasting myself faintly under his kiss.
"Speaking of bone…" He hinted with a smirk.
"Do we have a problem, here?" While palming his erection, I picked my father's letter with apprehension.
"Don't worry, Bella, it will be fiiiine…" He sighed when I started unbuttoning his pants.
"I'm gonna read this and then I want you to fuck me."
"What am I, your sex slave Miss Swan?"
"And don't you forget it…"
My Bella,
The house has been so empty since you've been gone. I know I've said a lot of terrible things to you and that you want to keep your distance for now but I love you unconditionally. When you're ready, I'll be there with open arms.
Daddy
Edward dried my tears with his kisses and the passion between us flared once again. Tongues and moans, lips and teeth and the letters were all but forgotten.
He took me like I'd always dreamt of being taken, on the kitchen counter, wildly and mindlessly. I could feel everything. His balls hitting my ass with each thrust, the roundness of his own butt in my hands, the delicious torture of his lower torso on my clit and his cock claiming that I was his, his, his. There had never been any doubt though.
Several simultaneous screams after, we cuddled on the couch and read his mother's letter together.
My dear Edward,
Why didn't you call me when you got there? I was so worried. I'm glad Heidi let me know you'd arrived safely or I'd have gone mad with worry.
When are you coming back? I still want to believe this is a phase and you'll grow out of it. Out of respect for your feelings and Charlie Swan, I won't sue …her but I want you to know I'm still not happy about this. Please, please, reconsider.
Email me, it will be faster than writing.
Love,
Mom
"Are you ok?" Edward asked, his own eyes flashing with sadness and annoyance.
"She needs some time. We had to know she wouldn't be accepting right away." I tried to convince myself as much as him but deep inside, I doubted Esme would ever forget what I did to her son. To her, it would always be an adult taking advantage of a child. Her child.
"Last letter is from Mr. Banner." He picked it and started to read.
Dear Ms. Swan,
I'm writing you to let you know you are sorely missed here. Every student you had in class came to me and asked where you were and how you were. Even Mike Newton, can you believe it? I hope this letter finds you well and happy. If Mr. Cullen is next to you, tell him your project has been exposed in the halls and library and was very popular. A little culture and beauty in this world is always appreciated.
Hoping to hear from you soon,
Brad Banner
"Who knew homework would make me so happy?" Edward laughed, kissing my temple.
I closed my eyes, thinking that truer words had never been spoken.
Well, this is the end, beautiful friends ;). Thanks for following me through this incredible journey. Homework will always have a special place in my heart and you're a huge part of that. So, thank you for your lovely reviews and your patience! See you soon…
