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October 12, 2016 – Santa Cruz, California
I take off my shirt, toss it on the dresser and then hop into bed, picking up the newspaper as Bella goes into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
On her way back out, she stops and picks up the shirt. I pretend not to notice when she lifts it to her face, squeezes her eyes shut and inhales.
She catches me watching and frowns. "I miss it."
I try hard not to laugh at her cute little pout. I love my wife like no other, and laughing at this situation is something I know I won't get away with twice.
"I'm taking good care of it for you," I promise her.
"I can't even get it around me anymore!" she says. I lift my newspaper higher to hide the smile spreading across my face.
Bella was doing really good with the whole pregnancy thing up until about a month ago. She had accepted the constant sleepiness, the frequent bathroom breaks, the not being able to surf and all the other shit. But she was having a serious problem with the fact that her baby bump prevented her from pinching my Aerosmith shirt to sleep in anymore.
"We can bring it to the hospital with us," I offer. "You can wear it home. You get the Aerosmith, I get a baby daughter."
"That's not even funny," she says, but then she snorts. "Why do I love you?"
"Because I'm amazing."
"No you're not."
"I am too, ask anyone."
"Shut up, I'm not having this conversation with you right now."
"Okay," I say with a laugh before returning my attention to the paper.
"I'm still shocked you held onto it for so many years…" she says after a few beats.
I take off my glasses and set them on the table with the newspaper. Resting my hands behind my head, I give her a little half smile as I slide lower in our bed. She's in front of the mirror at our dresser, holding the shirt up in front of her.
My eyes travel over her bare skin, and then move to the skin that's covered in the mirror by my shirt. Steven Tyler is blocking my view.
"Why would you think I wouldn't keep it? It is my favorite shirt after all."
She turns around and walks to my side of our bed. She's still using the shirt to cover her front, hiding her perfect tits from my view. I reach out and touch her bare leg, sliding my fingers up and around the back until I feel the spot where her underwear begins. I push inside them, sweeping one fingertip across her soft, soft skin.
She pauses, teeth punishing her lower lip, and takes a deep breath. I chuckle to myself and stop the torturous movement of my finger.
"It's my favorite shirt," she argues.
I grin. I really like having this argument.
My finger starts moving again. "I know that, Babe. I've always been good to it. I promise to take care of it while you're busy cookin' my baby in there."
I sit up and turn, putting my feet on the floor as I spread my legs. I use my grip on her ass to pull her closer to me.
With my eyes on hers, I use my free hand to reach up and tug on the shirt she's still holding. She grips tighter and lifts her eyebrow at me.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"You started it," I say.
"Did not," she argues weakly.
I tug the shirt once more but she won't budge. I'm not really trying. I like letting her play like she doesn't want me. We both know she does.
"Let me see you, Babe," I murmur, changing tactics. Instead of tugging, I lift, hand curled into a fist around the material as I push it higher. I kiss every piece of skin as it's revealed to me. The very top of her thigh, below her belly button. Above it.
I slide my hand down her font and hiss. "Fuck, you're wet."
With my mouth moving across her stomach, I slide the hand that's already gripping her ass further, searching out that same warmth between her legs. That same wetness. Her hips jerk when she feels what I'm about to do. Her legs start shaking against my hand.
My finger hovers just outside, teasing and building anticipation. Her hips move again. Slowly I slide it further – deeper – as I glide my other hand against her pussy again. She whimpers and then starts making that noise I love. Not quite a moan or a groan or a scream, but all three at once.
My dick throbs as I lift the shirt higher, my lips still attached to her. I kiss her belly over and over. I lift my head, and this time when I tug on the shirt, she lets it go, throwing it to the floor at her side.
Her hands find my hair, tugging softly like she knows I love. I groan. My lips wrap around her perfect, pink nipple and I suck it between my lips.
"Edward," she whispers.
"Yeah, baby?" I ask, switching sides as I pull my hand from her underwear and move to pull them off. They fall down her legs slowly as my fingers slide lower, lower, lower. She wiggles her hips to help before stepping out of them.
She's trying to cover her front, but I hold her hands away. "Can we turn the lights off or something?"
I shake my head and bite down softly on her nipple, lifting my eyes back to hers. My lips slide down her ribcage. "I love you like this," I tell her, kissing her again, sliding my teeth across the curvy part of her hip. "You're fucking sexy like this. I want to see it."
She sighs, but when I swirl my tongue across the top of her thigh I know I've got her. "Don't you want me to see it, baby?"
I put one hand between her legs, rubbing her bare skin. I tug at the leg of my boxer-briefs with my free hand and then switch off until they're around my ankles. I kick them to the side.
My hands start at her belly, rubbing softly as I lean forward and kiss her there. I slide them back, down her sides and grip her thighs in my hands. I lift her into my lap and she squeaks.
"Oh my god you—" I cut her off with a kiss and pull her closer. She rests her hands on my shoulders.
"Hold on," I tell her, wrapping one arm around her back and using the other to press against the bed and lift myself up so we can move back a little.
As I settle, she straddles me and her hands tighten on my shoulders. There's heat and slickness pushed against my dick and I have to fight the urge to thrust into her.
"Let me see it, baby," I say, reaching between us. I stroke myself, sliding the head of my cock against her, teasing.
Her head falls back, resting against her shoulders as she moans. I look up. The light dances across her neck, all dark brown and perfect. God, she's beautiful. I take it all in as I place myself at her entrance.
She moves her hands from my shoulders, holding one across the other behind my neck as she pushes her body forward. I close my eyes and groan and she envelops me slowly in her warmth. I remember our first time doing this, how timid and scared she had been. And that was sexy… but laying beneath her now? Now that she knows what she wants and likes? It's fucking glorious.
She breathes deeply as I slide deeper inside. My hands grip her ass, letting her lead. I lean forward and kiss her neck softly. She hums and pulls back, putting her lips against mine. She tastes like cinnamon.
Her kiss is slow, just like her movements. She likes this part. The build. Denying herself until she can't stand it anymore. I fucking love this part.
"Is it good?" I ask against her lips, checking to make sure she's not hurting or uncomfortable.
"It's good," she murmurs. "It's really good." Her hips pull back and push forward again and she pushes against my chest.
I grin and fall to the bed, keeping my hands in place on her ass. She rests her fingers on my stomach, nails pressing lightly into my skin as she begins moving over me. I lift myself beneath her, taking her nipple between my lips as she fucks me. She pushes me back to the bed, sitting up straighter and taking me even deeper as she leans back. I lift my hands to her back and support her as her legs shift and she finds a comfortable spot. Her hands are gripping the tops of my thighs, hair tickling as she begins moving again.
I look down, watching her move against me. Her moans are louder now, and I can feel her growing tighter with every thrust. Losing my control, my hands move back to her ass, pulling her harder against me. "Fuck baby, fuck, fuck, fuck," I say, each word matching the movement of her hips.
Bella moans, one hand sliding between her legs. I move faster as she touches herself, bringing her climax faster, stronger. I love that she trusts me, that she's not shy about getting exactly what she needs when we're together like this. I'm not one of those guys who can't handle letting his girl get herself off.
She's getting tighter and tighter and I'm so close I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it.
"I'm coming," she moans suddenly, and I push myself deeper holding her against me as she comes around me, setting off my own release.
My heart is pounding and I'm breathing heavy and she stares down at me, having the nerve to blush as she giggles and buries herself against my chest.
"Wow," she says through her own heavy breaths.
"Told you I was amazing," I joke, grinning.
I run my hands across her back, rubbing muscles I know are tired. I gently roll us to the side, keeping her close as I place one hand across her belly.
"You are such an ass," she tells me.
I chuckle. "I know. But let's talk about something important."
Her eyes widen and then narrow. "What?"
"I'd like to propose we have this argument again tomorrow night around the same time. I think I like having this argument."
She pounds her fist against my chest and I laugh in earnest. She sits up, finger-combing her hair as she scowls at me and slides off the bed.
"Where are you going?" I ask, pouting.
"If you must know, I have to pee again!"
The slamming of the bathroom door is what follows my loud laugh.
My poor wife.
As you can see, these two haven't changed. Also, who knew Surfward was such a chatty guy? He's been in my head a lot. And I know I said possible baby making, but, this was what he wanted to talk about first. Next we'll meet baby girl… she already has a name, too. Can you guess it?
Big thanks to both les16 and jadedandboring for reading this for me and watering my delicate little petals. ILY both.
Thank you for reading!
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