Okay, so I asked for ten reviews, and I got twelve! Ya'll are amazing. I hate to force you to review, but I feel like I'm not getting enough love for the kinky shit I for you guys. :( But in any case, I'm really happy. I could still get more, but I'm not going to push it. So another ten for the next chapter too. Please. That's all I'm asking. Ten measly reviews. Can you guys do that for me?
Okay, so in this story, I last left you guys with Bella asking Edward to make love to her, because she loves him. But Edward says she broke his heart. Does Edward love her back? OMFG What the hell is going to happen?
Well, here ya go. (Recap)
And as I sat on Edward's lap, straddling his waist, I realized that I loved him. It had everything to do with my life and not him. But I loved him.
"Edward?" I said softly. I climbed off of him, pulling him up and taking him to his bedroom.
"What's wrong Bella?" He asked as he was standing completely naked in front of me.
I hesitated for a minute. "Will you do something for me?"
"What?"
"Will you make love to me?" I whispered to him.
"Make love to you? Why?"
"Because," I said pulling his body to mine so I could hug him. "I love you."
EPOV
She wanted me to make love to her. Was she fucking crazy? Bella was something to me. She was. But then she gets pissed off at me for telling her that I loved her, and then she tells me that she loves me back?
How was I supposed to deal with that? I mean she really did break my heart, and then that whole thing with James happened.
I'd kill the fucking bastard if I ever saw him. It was shit like that that made Bella not want to love someone. But could she really love me? Could she even love? I mean, after all the shit she's been through, could she have it in her to actually love someone?
My life was pretty much perfect all my life, up until I met Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, and Alice. Then we started being the way we were, drugs, sex, parties, drinking . . .
And when I met Bella, I thought it was perfect. I knew, from the first time I had sex with her, that she would be mine. And it happened. But I think Bella has issues with feelings. And I don't blame her. I don't. But did she really love me? I could care less if it was another girl, but not this one. I cared a lot for her. I did. I just want to keep caring for her.
"Edward," she sighed. "I get that you're mad at me. I get that. And I'm sorry I broke your heart. But I love you. I do. And I thought I didn't because I thought all the time someone told me that they loved me, I always got hurt. Always. And I didn't want to get hurt from you, because you not loving me back would hurt me the worst." Her eyes glistened with tears. And my heart ached. I did love her. And she thought I was mad at her.
I wasn't mad. I wasn't. I just didn't want to get hurt either. I couldn't deal that something this amazing going to waste.
"I love you Bella. I love you. There's nothing else, nobody else, just you and me. Is that good?"
She smiled and I leaned down to kiss her, and she pulled away and just hugged me. And we stood there for a second, just holding each other. Of course she cried. And we didn't have sex. We sort of just cuddled. It didn't happen often, but this moment sort of needed it.
But then Bella pulled me on top of her, linking her legs behind me, and I made love to her. It was that simple. No gory details. Nothing kinky. Just Bella and me. And sex.
And it was like that for a few hours, on and off sex.
But nothing could compare to Bella's body resting against mine, her soft, naked body pressed against me in all the right places, her whispering that she loved me in my ear. It didn't get any better that that. Nothing got better than that.
BPOV
Edward loved me back! Yay!
We were inseparable the entire day. But it was about six, when we were lying on the living room after having mind blowing sex, when he asked me what happened.
It took me a while, because I didn't want to relive everything. But I told him about the raping, the starving, the beating, the forcing. And he listened intently, his aw set.
"Edward, don't do anything drastic," I told him. He just stared at me.
"I won't."
"Good. Love me?"
"I do," he said sweetly.
"No, Edward, like this."
I crawled on top of him, kissing his lips. His hands gripped my ass, pushing me higher to kiss him better, my core right over his hardening length.
I ground into him, my clit brushing his shaft, both of us getting the same effect as if he were in me.
"Harder Bella," Edward groaned. I lifted my hips and grabbed his cock, positioning it so I could slide my wet pussy over it. I moved in small circled first; adjusting to him would be something I would never get used to, then started moving harshly up and down, riding Edward like the bad girl I was. I leaned back, so I was resting on the palms of my hands, and I followed Edward's gaze to where we connected, his cock sliding in and out, and I almost came.
But Edward met my gaze, and I rode him faster, as his hands slid up from my ass, over my waist, to my tits, palming them in his perfect wonderfully warm hands. It worked me more, and then I reached down, rubbing hard at my clit, making these weird whining sounds. But I didn't give a shit; it felt fucking good.
"Shit Edward!" I screamed. "Ahh!"
Edward's hand moved from my chest to my hips, guiding me, and then it just fell apart, and I had one of the best orgasms I'd ever had. Which is something to say since I say that all the time about fucking Edward. But it never got old with Edward, never, no matter what position we were in. I would always love it.
But needless to say, Edward was just a good lover. Better than good. Because I'd had sex with a lot of guys. I was "that girl", the one that slept around. Slut, ho, whatever. But no one ever made me come like this. No one did. And god must have sent him to me just 'cause I deserved him.
I fell back against Edward's legs, completely spent. We'd done just about all the sex I could handle, and I could handle sex very well. But I was tired. And Edward must have been to, because when I snuggled close to him, he just wrapped his arm around me, and we fell asleep.
And that was that.
EPOV
I woke up before Bella, and it was dark. I hadn't slept for too long, but I wasn't tired anymore. But, between talking to Bella and fucking, I had acquired a very fucking huge appetite. So I picked Bella up off the floor, taking her up to my bedroom and pulling on boxers, then went back downstairs to notice that my parents were standing in the living room. I didn't know what they looked so fucking pissed for, because the house was fucking clean. And they hadn't seen me take Bella upstairs . . .
"Edward! How many times do I have to tell you that you're not supposed to be walking around in your underwear?" That was my mother, the bitter woman she was. After I hit sixth grade, she became a cold woman. I blame her for tearing my family up.
She wasn't married to my father anymore, but another man I had not taken to liking. I hated him, he hated me, life was good.
"Mom, I don't really give a shit. I'm tired and I'm hungry. Can't you and Father Number Two just go back to wherever you were?"
FNT looked at me like I was on drugs. Though I hadn't don't anything all day, I might as well have been. I liked pissing him off. "Don't talk to your mother that way, Edward. You give her enough heartache."
"Sure it's that and not the bad sex?" I asked nonchalantly.
His face turned red.
Sex was a sore subject for him, and I'd started teasing him about it, ever since I found a bottle of good old Viagra in their bedroom when I was going through the money my kept stashed from me so I wouldn't spend it. Made no sense since I knew where it was.
"Edward Anthony Cullen!" My mother yelled. Her face was red too. She should be embarrassed. I mean, I hated her, but she deserved so much better than that douche bag. "Go up to your room. I don't want to see you down here."
"Fine." I'll just order a pizza and have Bella go down and get it.
I climbed the stairs and I heard my mom start to cry. I was an ass. I knew that. The biggest asshole someone could meet, loving a girl I knew for months rather than my mother, who I knew for my entire life. But I couldn't bring myself to care. She ruined my life. She was the one who cheated on my father. Why I wasn't in Beverly Hills, living with him was something I thought about a lot. But I couldn't just up and leave Bella. Not with what happened to her.
Hell fucking no. That was murder, and I wasn't going to have that. I loved Bella. I was stuck with her. And that wasn't a bad thing.
Especially finding the girl on my bed, fucking her cunt senseless, whispering a billion little expletives, my name mingled somewhere in there. Despite being painfully hard, I chuckled. She looked at me.
"Oh, good you're here. Come finish me off," she said in that breathy sexy tone. I did as she asked, not even thinking twice when I dragged her ass out of bed and pushed her against the wall.
"Ah!" she squeaked. But I kissed her before she had anything to say. I was pissed off, horny, and she wasn't getting off easy. I slipped my fingers into that slick wet pussy she had going, rubbing and pinching her clit, until she screamed in orgasm. I didn't even have to stick my fucking fingers in her. How fucking awesome was that?
"Edward, that's not-I wanted you inside me." She said sadly. I looked down at my dick.
"What? You thought I was going to take care of this myself?" I said with a straight face.
She smiled. "No, I think I can help," she said. She leaned against the wall, and I lifted her leg over my hip, shoving my hard cock into that tight, hot, fucking wonderful pussy.
"Shit," I mumbled, rocking back and forth, none too lightly. Bella made these groaning, staccato sounds, loud and very encouraging.
"Ed-ward-har-der-puh-lease," she managed to say. And honestly, I though any harder and she would have broken. But I complied, fucking her as hard as I could, gripping her beautiful legs, driving into her. She was silent after that, her fingers gripping my forearm and shoulder. She was definitely breaking skin again. Yes . . .
She moaned, and then I felt her come close to coming. I was ready, so I just played with her clit and she came hard on my cock, screaming the loudest she'd ever.
I quickly shut her off with a kiss, and she fell limp in my arms. I picked her up and set her on the bed. She laughed softly, not with a lot of feeling, but the intent was there.
"Come here, Edward. Let me clean off the blood," she said. I laughed too, and she grabbed a towel that was lying on the floor. She wiped the blood that was on my shoulder and on my forearm, giving me a sheepish smile. "Sorry," she said.
"Don't even worry about it," I told her with a kiss.
"I'm going to take a shower, is that okay? I heard some arguing downstairs . . ."
"Yeah that's fine, Bells. You know where everything is."
While Bella was in the shower, I went downstairs, and into the kitchen. The place seemed deserted. There was a note on the refrigerator.
Edward, Garrett and I left for the night. Clean up after yourself. And start looking into boarding schools for your junior year. I got your report card sweetie. You're being held back. Congratulations, sweeties, you're just as worthless as your father.
It didn't bother me that my mother thought I was a worthless brat. Because I was a worthless brat. I never did anything good, and I hated whatever she thought was good for me. I just didn't like her damn 1920's take on every fucking thing in this goddamn house.
At least I didn't have to live with her anymore. If she wanted to ship me off, then so be it.
And then I thought of Bella, my sweet beautiful Isabella. How could I even think of leaving? So I was whipped. I'd be the first to admit it, because to be whipped to a goddess like Bella, well, it's a fucking honor. But, I mean really? Just leave her? Just like that? She'd murder me before I would go, bring me back to life, and then kick my ass.
And I would deserve everything she gave me.
There was no arguing with my mother. I bet she already had her heart set on some prestigious school where I'd have to wear a fucking tie. Hmm. Not for me. But I'd go against my will if my mother had to fucking tie me up and put me in a fucking box.
This was shit. How was this supposed to happen? I could already see it. I'm half way across the world, in London, with a bunch of Brits I didn't know, wanting sex and a line. And there was no fucking way I was going to try getting pussy from someone other than Bella. I knew in my heart it wouldn't be half as good.
I settled on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Anything Bella was already twice as good than anyone else. I mean, if you seen the tits on that girl, you'd believe me.
She was just amazing. There was no way else of describing her. I could have described her as God, and that would explain the sex, but I didn't think god would be so . . . siren-like.
Whatever.
I looked at the note as I spread the grape jelly onto the bread slices I had laid out on the plate.
Junior year again. Unbearable. I had no idea what I was going to do.
"Edward," Bella's sweet voice called from behind me. She walked over to me, picking up the slice of peanut covered bread and took a bite. I smiled at her.
"What?" I asked her. She waited a sec before speaking, chewing and swallowing her food. I found that immensely cute. She talked dirty to me, fucked me like I was in a porno, but never spoke with her mouth full.
Surprises just flowed from this chick didn't they?
"Charlie called and wants me home right now. Something about being lady like, and not out all hours of the night with that Cullen boy . . ." she raised an eyebrow. "Apparently he's bad news," she said with a teasing smile.
"Hmm. Not as bad as that Swan girl if you ask me," I said back to her. She just smiled. I loved that about her. She smiled like crazy and it was beautiful.
"Yeah, yeah. That Swan girl is something. Heard she's quite a charmer."
"More than that . . ."
She laughed. "So will you take me home?"
"I guess," I said. "Though I really don't want you to go home."
"Sometimes you gotta deal with the part of life that sucks. And then that's it."
I sighed. "I really do love you Bella."
"And I really do love you Edward. But unless you want me in a casket six feet under, I suggest I'm through my Daddy's door within the hour."
"Then why are you only wearing a towel?" I asked her, noticing that was all she had on.
"To piss him off." She smiled brightly. "Finish eating, baby, and then we'll go."
I did just that, only pulling on a pair of jeans and flip flops to drive Bella home. I even walked her to the door.
"Call you later," she said to me, and then she attacked me with a kiss. I kissed her back, just as passionately as she had, and then she pulled away. "I'm serious," she said, her hand on the door knob. "I will call you later, Cullen."
She'd never called me that, but I liked it.
Kinky.
"Kay, babe. See you tomorrow."
She smiled and then went inside.
I turned and walked away, reaching the end of the driveway.
And then there was a scream.
Cliffhanger? What? Nooooo! This is just a very suspenseful ending. Ten reviews and you get to find out what happens :)
Mucho amor,
Jessie.