Disclaimer: Yeah, don't own Twilight, still. Nor do I own the line I use from Stick It.
A/N: 14,000+ hits! Fuckin' A! I thank you greatly! I'm glad you liked the last chapter. The reason Bella didn't face Tanya or in other words from a reviewer, cut her, is because I'm making her wait. I promise you Tanya will get her face rearranged. I hate Tanya and her bitchy personality and high maintenance, over confident attitude. (Deep breaths, Lionlamb, deep breaths) Whew! Sorry, getting worked up. I like that you don't hate Jessica for once. I didn't want her to be the catty girl I read in most stories. She's nice to Bella and hates you-know-who. But who owns the store Bella applied at? Hmmmmmmm...
On with it!
Songs for this chapter: Raining On Sunday by Keith Urban (.com/watch?v=2v-CAfQfB04&ob=av2e)
Hey what can I say? I loves me some Urban! He has an amazing voice!
Re-edited 1-12-11
Previously:
"Ok. Bye Jess." I walked out the door and got into my car, speeding away to the apartment. When I got into the door, I threw my stuff down and went to make cocoa. As soon as the water heated, someone knock on the door.
Edward. I ran to open it. "Hi," I sighed and wrapped my arms around him, kissing the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, baby. How are you?" he asked, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear.
"I'm okay. Um, Edward, I almost ran into Tanya today."
He stiffened, closing the door. "What?"
EPOV
...I almost ran into Tanya today.
"What?"
Those six words made my blood boil. What would Bella have done if Tanya'd seen her? What would she say? Do? Would Bella face her or believe the lies I knew Tanya would have told her? I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I didn't want Bella to think I was insane. "Did she see you?"
She shook her head. "No. I had Jess distract her so I could leave."
"Who's Jess?"
"Oh! Sorry, Jess is an old classmate from high school. She works in the store I applied at today. I need a job. Christmas is coming, you know?" Bella grinned. "The store the bitch came into today, ordering everyone around like she owns the place."
"Does she own it?"
"God, I sure as hell hope not. There'd be a death my first day and I don't mean mine."
I threw my head back and laughed. She always knew how to make me happy. I was still worried about the 'what ifs', though. If Bella started working there, what if Tanya came in and started badgering her? What if she hurts my baby physically? God, I couldn't live with it if that woman decides to one day turn on her crazy mode, comes to the store and decides to shoot up the place.
"What if she did see you? What if she tried to hurt you? What if she still plans on getting revenge?" I asked her, my smile falling
"What if the ceiling fan fell on my head?" She threw up her hands and jutted out her hip.
I was confused. "Huh?"
"Edward, if it happens, it happens. I can take care of myself. Besides, I have so much pent up anger towards that whore, you don't know what I'm capable of. Her time is coming."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm so sure I'm practically deodorant."
"Nice," I beamed at her. "You watch too many movies, babe."
She shook her head. "Nuh-uh."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her bedroom which was what she wanted to show me first judging from the speed at which I was being dragged. Bella stopped at the end of the hallway, standing at a cream door. "Are you ready to see the awsomeness that is my sleeping quarters?"
I smiled. "Yes, Ms. Swan, I am most certainly ready." She opened the door and pushed me inside.
"Feast your peepers on this, my love!"
It took her a bit to realize what she had called me and when she did, the most beautiful blush started to form. She looked away, trying to hide her sudden shyness from me. I cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at me and kissed her softly on the forehead.
"I would be happy to, my love," I whispered, emphasizing the last words in her ear as I passed, stepping into the room. I looked back, seeing her blush deepen. Her room was amazing. It was so colorful and I could tell Ali designed it. The chair that sat next to the bathroom looked comfy and I could imagine Bella curled up, reading a book with a cup of cocoa. There were so many lamps, I discovered as I looked around more.
"You're going to spend a killer amount of cash on light bulbs, sweetheart," I told her.
"Yeah, I know, right?. I mean I read quite a bit but does there really need to be one in front of the mirror? Or a chandelier?"
"Well, you never know. It might come on handy if I ever get you up against it. The more light there is, the more of you I get to see. Especially on the bed." I winked at her, making her blush return and gaped at me, eyes widening. I walked over to the door and walked out wanting to inspect the other rooms. This place was huge! Nice living room, big kitchen, huge master bed and bathroom. The jacuzzi tub was enormous.
I gotta get Bells in that sometime in the future. Ali and Jazz can't be home, though. Damn, I would love to live in this place. As soon as Bella trusts me enough to move back in, I am so buying a place like this. I'll let her design it. What ever she wants, she can have it. Money is no object with , slow down dude. Getting ahead of yourself.
I walked back into the kitchen to discover Bella had changed into black leggings and had her head in the freezer. I chuckled and walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing the back of her exposed neck. She squeaked in surprise, nearly hitting her pretty head on the ceiling. She closed the door and turned in my embrace, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugged me. I placed my chin on the top of her head and stroked her hair with one hand, the other resting on her back, rubbing slow circles into her spine. Turning us around, I walked her backwards, picked her up and set her on the counter. I pulled back and tried looking at her but she resisted and nuzzled my neck, tightening her arms around me.
"Bella, what is it?"
"Nothin'," she mumbled, keeping her face hidden.
"You're so adorable." She still didn't look up so I tried again. "Bella, if you don't look at me, I'll be forced to tickle you."
"No!" she gasped, "Edward, I didn't do anything to deserve being tickled." She started squirming, trying to get away but I held firm. She didn't like being tickled, especially on her sides. She tried getting off the counter, sliding away from me, even trying to tickle me to get me to loosen my hold on her.
"Yes, you did, baby. You won't tell me what it is so I'll be forced to tickle you until you tell me. You have three seconds." She scrunched up her nose, refusing to tell me. "Three...two...on-"
"Wait, wait!" she cried, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you. Just please let me up. My feet are getting tingly." I backed up, letting her get off the counter. She slowly slipped down and straightened her sweater. I looked down at my feet, checking to see if anything was in disorder only to look up and find that Bella took off, heading for her room.
"Isabella Marie..." I growled playfully and went after her. Just as she was about to close the door on me, I stopped it with my foot, forcing my way in. I closed the door behind me and looked at her, my chest heaving, my head and heart swirling with a mix of emotions.
Irritation.
Lust.
Playfullness.
Desire.
Intrigue.
The strongest one though was...love. So much love. For her. For her shyness, her sudden unwillingness to share what she was keeping from me but mostly for her. I was extremely happy right now because we used to play these games in the past, before it all fell apart. We'd chase each other around my apartment, not stopping until one of us gave in and we would end up kissing, laying down, or I would hold her.
Right now we were at a stand-off. I was standing by the door, her by her closet. If I moved one direction, she'd move the other. Sensing her lack of expectance, I lunged across the bed, reaching for her. In that second, she ran to the other side of the room. I got up, huffing and sprawled across her bed, pretending to give up.
"You win, babe. You don't have to tell me. It's probably not my business anyway," I told her, faking defeat. I was baiting her. I glanced at her, noticing that her fists were clenched. Wait for it. Here it comes.
One...
two...
three...
"You can't do that just because I won't tell you, you mean man!" She sounded like a little kid. Bella was so fucking cute when she was miffed. I decided to play along.
"I'm not doing anything, honey. You refuse to tell me so it's obviously none of my business."
She stomped her sock covered foot, folded her arms and pouted. "I hate you."
"Well, I love you."
"Dammit, Edward, just because I won't tell you that what you said about the lights got me all hot and bothered, doesn't mean..." Bella stopped, realizing she just told me, her mouth forming a small 'O'. She'd figured it out. I'm in for it now! "You baited me, you shit! That's not allowed! It's not fair because you knew I'd fall for it. Damn you!"
What Bella didn't realize while ranting was that she had walked closer. My hand shot out, taking hold of the bottom of her sweater and pulled her on top of me and rolled, taking her with me and ended up on top of her. I laced my fingers with hers and place our hands next to each side of her head. She spread her legs, causing me to settle between them as she wrapped them loosely around the backs of my knees. I leaned down, centimeters from her mouth and whispered, "Now, was that so hard?"
She growled roughly, her chest heaving and I smiled at her frustration. "No, but the thing pressing against my thigh is," she moaned and thrust her hips against me. I moaned, fierce lust blooming inside me and I took her mouth in a rough kiss, my tongue plunging inside, rolling it, massaging it against hers, elicitng a small whimper form her, into my mouth. Her back arched as she pushed her hips against me again, trying to set a rhythm that would make enough friction. I turned my head, deepening the kiss, tasting coffee and strawberry syrup, and devoured her mouth, sucking, tasting. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, nibbling on it's fullness.
"Edward," she panted, still grinding against me, "I need to touch you. Let me have my hands."
BPOV
As soon as he let go of my hands they plunged into his soft hair and I pulled his head down, fastening my mouth back on his. He reached to the back of my hair, yanked the hair tie out, threw it and wrapped some of it around his fingers and pulled my lips from his and attacked my neck. Kissing, biting, sucking, and licking at my ear and throat. I spread my legs wider and wrapped them high around his waist, grinding hard against him. I felt wetness seep out of me and I took my hands out of his hair, ran them down his back, and grabbed his ass pressing him harder against my core.
"Fuck, Bella!" Edward hissed, thrusting faster against me, I cried out as I felt him hit my swollen nub. Fuck, I need release. I will get it this time by God! This my room and this is my man! No interruptions, whatsoever! We were both panting, our breath mingling, both of us reaching for anything to relieve the aching pressure.
"Edward," I whimpered as he hit my nub again, "I need to lock the door." He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire and shook his head.
"Already locked it. Turn the music on and Bella, as much as I love this color on you, I suggest you fucking take it off because I need to taste every inch of your skin," he growled, causing more wetness to spill out of me. I grabbed the remote to the stereo, turned it on and took off my shirt. Edward's eyes instantly turned darker as he looked at my sapphire bra. I started panting even harder and rubbed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache in my core.
"God, fucking blue. Blue. Jesus, baby, you're gonna kill me!" I whimpered loud, wanting him to do something, anything to get rid of the rising fire inside me.
"Do something, Edward!"
The next song came on. A slow one to heighten the already thick lust filled moment. Edward climbed off me and sprawled on his side next me, resting his head on one hand and let the other run slowly up and down my flat stomach making the muscles spasm.
It ticks just like a Timex
It never lets up on you
Who said life was easy
The job is never through
It'll run us 'til we're ragged
It'll harden our hearts
And love could use a day of rest
Before we both start falling apart
I watched, heaving as this incredibly, gorgeous man that I loved, use him long, wonderfully magical fingers take the front clasp of my bra and part it, watching my breasts spill out. The air made my nipples harden to pointed tips, a hiss emanating from Edward as he watched.
"So pink," he moaned in awe, "Bella, baby, they're so pink."
"Please," I whimpered, "Honey please. Do something. It hurts, Edward, so much...I can't...mmmmm..."
His hand ran up my body, running it across my breasts, not touching the tips. He sat up and took his shirt off, giving me a view of his perfectly sculpted body, hards abs, biceps, pecs. I ran my hand down his body before he took his place again, making him moan. He grabbed my hand and put it on the ridge of his jeans, feeling his erection. I cupped it gently, finding the head through his jeans, caressing my fingers over it. He groaned.
"Stop, baby. I'll come if you do that." He continued rubbing my breasts, avoiding my nipples. Using his fingertip, he circled around the areola, making the swollen tip tighten further. I grabbed the back of his head, forcing his lips near it. I wanted it, I needed it.
"Please, Edward," I begged him breathlessly. "Suck."
"Oh, God. I need...Bella...I need."
"Do it, babe. Please," I encouraged him. He was holding back and I didn't want him to. He moaned and sucked my nipple into his scorching, wet mouth, licking and pulling it. I grabbed his head, holding him to my breast as a jolt of electricity shot to my neglected core, more wetness flooding out of me, soaking the front of my leggings. My back arched hard off the bed and I cried out in ecstasy.
I Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby whatever comes Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we've got better things that we can do
When it's raining on Sunday
After what seemed like hours, Edward's mouth unlatched itself from my nipple after torturing it, making it bright red and wet from the licking and suckling and biting. He attacked my other one, his warm, wet mouth engulfed it, setting it on fire, shooting electricity through me. He licked, sucked, bit, over and over again, sensitizing them, until I thought I would explode. When he wasn't sucking one, his fingers would torture the other, pinching, rolling, pulling, causing an immense amount of wetness to flood from me. I couldn't take it anymore so my free hand traveled down to my leggings so I could relieve the ache in core as the song continued playing.
Your love is like religion
A cross in Mexico
And your kiss is like the innocence
Of a prayer nailed to a door
Oh surrender is much sweeter
When we both let it go
Let the water wash our bodies clean
And love wash our souls
Edward must have noticed because he grabbed my hand placed it on one of my breasts. My poor, tortured breasts, how much must they endure? He reached down and cupped me, my back arching sharply
"Ung-nah!" I groaned as he pressed slightly.
"Oh, baby, you're soaked! Does it hurt?" I nodded, lifting my hips, rubbing myself against his fingers.
All of a sudden I was lifted and in Edward's lap, my back to his chest, and my legs spread wide open, on the outsides of his thighs. He moved my hair to one side and kissed my shoulder and neck while pinching and pulling at my nipples with his fingers. I grabbed one of his hands and put it on my core and kissed his other hand, whispering please at him over and over. Then I remembered something. How will he get his?
"I'll get it. Don't worry." I must have said it out loud. His hand dipped inside my pants and gathered some of my essence and brought it to his mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmm," he moaned and put it back inside my pants. He reached down, running his finger up my slit before dipping slowly, caressing the folds.
"Oh my God! Edward," I cried, grabbing at the back of his neck, gripping his hair, twisted my head up and captured his lips, my tongue slipping inside his mouth, licking the roof and across his teeth, settling on the slick muscle that had so much power over me. He broke the kiss, readjusted my head against his shoulder and continued to torture my core lightly with tip of his finger, circling the nub but never touching it. My hips bucked, trying to get his hand to move. I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed his hand,
"Touch me!" I told him fiercely and reached behind me, gripped his length and squeezed, coaxing him. He bucked into my hand and finally, after so long, so many months, Edward's fingers pressed down on my clit, manipulating it, rubbing it. A million currents shot through my body at the exquisite pleasure, I pressed harder against his fingers, needing a to come. I stroked him through his pants, grinding my bottom against him, a loud noise that sounded like a whimper mixed with a groan, escaping his lips. He pinched and pulled on my nub, my hips moving furiously.
And pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
And we'll hide under the covers all afternoon
And baby whatever comes Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we've got better things that we can do
When it's raining on Sunday
Ooh, oh oh
I Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
And baby whatever comes Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we've got better things that we can do
When it's raining on Sunday
Ooh, oh oh
When it's raining on Sunday
When it's raining on Sunday
Let it rain
Whoo, ooh
The song stopped and Edward continued to tease me as we lay there in the silence, our breathless moans and cries occasionally echoing through the room.
"Is this what you want, baby?" Edward rasped into my ear, "You want my fingers inside of you, on you, making you fucking insane with pleasure? Stroking, pulling, plunging until you can't stand it?" I nodded, no words able to come out, just small whimpers. My body was on fire and the only person who could douse the flames was the man who played my swollen clit like a harp as more wetness gushed from me. I needed his fingers inside, it was the only way the ache would go away. I somehow got his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped and reached inside and grabbed the thick length, squeezing, pumping, my thumb gathering the precum and spreading it across his tip all while rolling my hips against his fingers. He moaned, thrusting into my grasp and dipped two fingers inside me, his thumb viciously stroking my clit, plunging his fingers in and out, in and out.
"Feel what's happening to you, Bell?" Edward snarled in my ear, licking the shell. "Your walls tightening around my fingers, desperately seeking release. The fire swirling through your body, settling deep inside your pussy?"
Jesus, the things he was say to me! All I could do was nod, feeling the coil inside me start to tighten as I swirled my hips as his fingers pumped in me. "Only I can do this to you, make you crazy with ecstasy, Bella. Me. Nobody else! Say it. Say you're mine, baby. You know it's true."
"I'm yours, Edward, yours. Only yours," I panted as his fingers went faster, his thumb pressing and stroking harder, the coil tightening further, I pumped him faster, squeezing his length harder, wanting him to come first.
"Yes, baby girl. Oh, fuck, Bell, harder!" Edward cried out, thumb attacking my clit abusively. "God, baby, I can feel you tightening around my fingers! Do you know that if I go deeper inside you and find that one spot, you would come so hard, honey?" I bucked my hips faster, swirling, impaling myself on his fingers. "It would be so easy, so fucking easy to just pull these leggings to your knees, spread these beautiful thighs of yours and sink so god damn deep inside you. And it would feel so good, Bella. I would make you feel so good. Any idea how easy that would be, baby?"
"Please, Edward," I moaned in frustration. I needed it so bad! God, if he did that, I would come so hard, I'd pass out. Just plunge himself inside me and let go. He dipped inside further, finding the most sensitive spot and pressed, rubbing, stroking. The coil tightened and broke inside me. I exploded, my hips bucking against him, and I grabbed his arm as waves of euphoria washed through me and screamed.
"That's my girl, " Edward spoke in awe. In the midst of my orgasm, I seemed to have ground my ass against him enough and squeezed because he stiffened and came right after me, gripping my hips, his body jack knifing high and rode out his release, his cum shooting all over the back of my leggings.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," I hummed then licked my lips and smiled, basking in post orgamsic relief. I took my hand from him got up and went into my bathroom to get a washcloth and clean myself up. I walked back out, gave him the cloth and walked to my dresser to change my panties. Edward wiped off his pants and I pulled mine down, walked over to the hamper and threw my panties and leggings in. I grabbed a new pair, turned facing the dresser and slipped them on. I turned around to see Edward looking at my ass. I grinned at him and walked over to the chair to grab the tank that was hanging over the back of it and slipped it on, my breasts covered by the thin fabric.
"I love your body," Edward groaned, watching me climb back in beside him. I rested my head on his chest and my fingers stroked his torso, circling his belly button, running my palm over his abs. I nuzzled his neck and kissed it, running my nose along his jaw, breathing him in.
"Thank you for touching me."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
He ran his hand from my hip, up my side, cupped my breast, squeezing gently then tipped my chin up, looked into my eyes. and kissed me, his tongue sliding against mine slowly and licking at me before sucking on my bottom lip and let go. His hand traveled back down my side and grabbed under my knee, hitching it on his hip and pulled me on top of him. He cupped my ass and pressed my core against him, rocking against me.
"Hah," I gasped, surprised he was hard again.
"Time for round two, baby," Edward growled, his hand slipping inside my panties. "You shouldn't have showed me your ass."
"Oh, God," I whimpered, feeling his fingers probe me.
A/N: Tehe!
Dirty boy! I won't say the "P" word cuz I don't like it but I'll make Edward say it. ;)
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