DCM A/N: This week we are wiggling in our seats in anticipation in reading what the deliciously inked luvrofink has written. Ready, set, squeeze!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 11.17.10~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Twilight character names belong to Stephenie Meyer. All characterizations, plot lines, backgrounds and details belong to the respective author. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without express written authorization. ©2010 Luvrofink. All rights reserved worldwide.
This story contains graphic sexual situations and is not suitable for those under the age of eighteen.
Summary: Edward comes home from a hard day at the office to find his beautiful wife waiting for him in the kitchen. EPOV, OOC, AU.
Beta'd by MarchHare5.
A/N: Chartwilightmom was a little surprised that I opted to do this, but I thought I'd lend my support while giving you guys some dirty romance. Have fun and please leave me some love.
Hi, Honey! I'm Home!
For the Squeeze My Lemon Pic Prompt, Image 22.
I could smell it from the front door as my hand gripped the familiar brass knob. I stared at the mockingbird door knocker before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. It was sweet and oh so familiar. I pushed on the knob, the door creaking with its old age as I let myself into our home.
Home.
Home was a 1945 bungalow on the artsy side of town. My wife, Isabella, had insisted we live where the hustle and bustle was, where her creativity could flourish.
The wood floors underneath my loafers were polished and smooth, one of the many home improvement projects my wife enjoyed. The heavenly scent that greeted me on the front stoop grew bolder as I moved toward my favorite room in the house. I could hear the faint sounds of Doris Day as I got closer, the overhead light casting out into the dim hallway. I set down my briefcase and loosened my tie before rounding the corner where my wife stood behind the sink.
I took in the hot pink heels that adorned her beautiful tiny feet. I knew for certain that her toenails would match the shade of her favorite red lipstick. The back of her calves were covered in vibrant colors depicting scenes from her favorite storybook, Alice and Wonderland. The vibrant green of the Mad Hatter's coat and top hat were set off by the yellows and pinks of the broken teacups that traveled down toward her ankle. On the right Alice stood beneath the mushroom where the caterpillar sat while the nasty Queen of Hearts glared from behind a bush of white roses dripping red paint. Just above the back of her knees was the hem of her dress all June Cleaver style. The flower print made her look so wholesome, like a good little wife. The way my pants tightened at the sight of her reminded me that she was anything but wholesome.
Suddenly she moved to the stove, her hips swaying to the crooning voice that came from the iPod deck. I watched entranced as she bent at the waist to pull my favorite treat out of the retro pink oven. All the amenities were made to my love's specifications and she loved the color pink. The dress she wore pulled taut against her supple ass and I groaned out loud as I realized she wasn't showing any panty lines.
Like I said, anything but wholesome.
The sound of my approval must've been loud enough for her to hear because my wife's body stiffened as her oven mitt-clad hand gripped the grey pan that sat on the middle rack of the heated oven. Slowly she bent over more, the hem of her dress traveling further up her thighs, only a few inches below the promised land. Isabella slid the tray out of the oven and turned to face me. The cap sleeves of her dress did little to hide the beautiful lines of color that decorated her arms. Bright red and blue roses covered from elbow to shoulder on her right arm while her left was adorned with all the pretty things that girls like: diamonds and lipsticks, pearls and a tiara.
Everyone who knew us could never reconcile our two personalities. Where I was by the book and what some would call uptight, Isabella was my exact opposite. She was creative and vibrant, always learning new things and expanding her horizons. While I was content with working in an office, running my own company, Isabella spent her days making a home for us and participating in one of her many interests.
"Good afternoon, husband," Isabella purred.
My eyes traced over the colorful vintage apron that protected her pretty dress. It had two little Schnauzers licking away at a fallen ice cream cone. I tsked mentally as I noticed that her chest was covered, the apron hiding all the creamy skin and splashes of ink I knew hovered above her supple breasts. My wife's lips were painted a vibrant red, the matte color making her full and pouty lips even more pronounced as she smiled devilishly at me. Her creamy skin was accentuated by perfectly applied make-up, like one of the pinup girls in my wife's favorite car magazines. Her long and wavy locks were styled in a simple up-do with a large red flower pinned to her hair. My cock throbbed as I took her in, the sultry eyes and the kissable lips. My body begged me forward, to take her in my arms and kiss all that red paint off her mouth. Instead, I allowed her to play the eager wife.
"I made your favorites for dinner," she cooed as her head motioned to the kitchen table.
There was a feast fit for a king, pot roast and veggies with rice and homemade bread. The clear glass pitcher of tea sat in the middle of the table and I felt the itch in my throat from thirst. Isabella made the best sweet tea, all dank and sugary sweet. My eyes slid back over to her, more specifically to the pan she held in her hands. I eyed the goodies hungrily, knowing that I'd get to have two desserts.
Still steaming hot were a tray of pumpkin muffins, my grandmother's recipe. I eyed a bowl of cream cheese glaze on the counter and my mouth watered at the thought of one of those yummy morsels in my mouth.
"You're so good to me, Isabella," I said, my voice rough with desire.
Isabella let out a little giggle and I stepped closer, demanding she put the tray down so that I could greet her properly. As she turned to place the tray on the counter my arms went around her waist and I buried my face in the crook of her neck. The smell of Isabella and her favorite LAMB perfume filled my senses before I opened my mouth to lay soft kisses along the column of her neck. She squirmed in my hold as my stubble tickled her soft skin, but gasped loudly as my hands traveled up the front of her apron and squeezed her soft breasts through the material.
"Edward!" she moaned as I pushed the supple mounds together.
I could feel her nipples harden under the apron and her dress. Her body had always been so responsive to me. She slowly turned in my arms, her mouth brushing against my jaw before her lips connected with mine. Isabella opened her mouth and slid her tongue against my lips, begging for entrance which I gladly gave. Soft, sensual strokes passed over my tongue as she kissed me, her nimble fingers tugging at my hair.
"Mmmm, missed you," she mumbled as her mouth pulled away from mine.
I pressed my hands into her lower back, bringing her stomach into contact with my arousal, showing her just how much I had missed her as well.
"I've been waiting all day for my dessert. I'd like to have it now," I purred as my arms encircled her thin waist.
Her arms wrapped around my neck as I lifted her up, her legs clamping both of my hips before I moved and set her on the kitchen counter. Isabella's lips were on mine again and I leaned forward, my cock rubbing against her hot center. Through the material of my suit pants I could feel her moist heat. I groaned as my wife's hips shifted against me, rubbing her pussy against the bulge in my pants.
I slid my hands up her creamy thighs, pulling the hem of her dress with me until my fingertips danced at the edge of her silk thong. Isabella broke away from my mouth with a breathy "yes" before I gripped the sides of her scrap of underwear and gave a forceful tug. She moaned loudly, her head falling back against the white cabinet behind her as the material pulled tight against her pussy before ripping in my hand. Suddenly her hands were everywhere, pulling my shirt from my pants, tugging at my hair, before dipping into the back of my trousers to grab my ass. I bucked against her as her nails dug into the flesh of my behind and she chuckled at my reaction.
"You want me?" she teased.
"Fuck yes," I growled as my teeth sank into her skin where neck met shoulder.
I moved my hands between us and fumbled with my belt and zipper before shoving my pants and boxer briefs down just past the bottom of my ass so that my erection was freed and throbbing between our bodies. I slipped one hand to Isabella's center, stroking her soft wet folds with my fingertips before rubbing her needy little clit.
"Oh, please," she moaned breathlessly.
Isabella's high heels dug into my bare ass and it only served to make me harder, my cock twitching and dripping with want for her.
Slowly I slid two fingers inside her body, feeling my wife's warm walls constrict against my digits, reminding me of how amazingly tight she'd grip my cock. I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy until she begged for me inside her.
With my hand that was soaked in her juices I gripped my dick, giving it two pumps, coating it in her arousal before I teased her entrance with the head. My cock slipped easily against her folds before I pressed forward, sliding my length into her in one smooth thrust.
Isabella's fingers dug into my forearms as her walls clamped down around my shaft. She felt so fucking good, so tight and warm, that I never wanted to leave.
"Always so fucking good," I groaned low as I pulled back out only to slam into her with more force.
My hips collided with her body as I pistoned myself inside of her. Soon Isabella's pants turned into loud, sexy moans, then finally into begging pleas as she grew closer to her release.
"More, fuck, more, more," she chanted as my balls slapped against her ass.
Her legs tightened around my body, her heels sinking further into the skin of my ass as I reached down and toyed with her clit. My fingers glided over the soft skin that was coated with her arousal. She was always so wet, so willing to take whatever I had to give her.
As my thumb pushed down on her sensitive nub she screamed my name. The walls of her sweet pussy fluttered around my length as she orgasmed. I watched her face, contorted with pleasure, her soft mouth open with a sultry moan. Her eyes were shut tight as wave after wave crashed over her.
"Come inside me, baby, please," she begged wantonly and I couldn't deny her.
Her wish was my command as my body seized and released, my cock filling her tight hole with my own climax. I stayed pressed against her, hip to hip as my cock twitched inside her heavenly body. I could feel my shirt sticking to me from the sweat of our movements. We were still fully clothed and the eroticism did not go unnoticed. Isabella's eyes fluttered open slowly and a wicked satisfied smile spread across her lips as she gazed up at me.
"Mmm, best welcome home greeting ever," she giggled almost sleepily.
I smiled at her before brushing my lips against hers in a tender kiss.
"You know I love you, June Cleaver," I joked as her eyes narrowed at me playfully.
"Hmm, I knew you always wanted me barefoot and pregnant," she huffed with a fake scowl.
"Well…" I trailed off.
"At least part of its true," she added coyly.
I looked at her in confusion before she broke out into a full blinding smile.
"I may be pregnant, but I won't ever give up my heels," she said.
My whole world erupted into a shower of color, my happiness painting the world in vibrant shades just like my wife's tattooed skin. We were having a baby.
DCM A/N: *fans self* Oh My! Hot lemon goodness there. Hot in the kitchen anyone? Leave some love for luvrofink.
Up next week (we squealed like a super fangirl when she agreed) is the ultra-fab Sydney Alice writing a lemon. Prepare yourself and read the first part of her lemon that is she has already posted.