Where She Belongs
Chapter 24
"What?" I ask, shock evident in my voice.
"Never mind, I'm sorry," she whispers and turns over and more into herself.
"No, baby, tell me. Tell me, please. Tell me what you want."
She turns her head and angles it to look at me. She suddenly turns very red and her embarrassment is rolling off her in waves. However, she seems as if she's going to tell me, so I keep quiet and give her a reassuring smile.
"I want you to touch me. I want you to put your hands on me," she says, lip quivering.
I'm pretty sure I heard her correctly this time. She's asking for my touch. She wants me to touch her.
I hate to make her have to ask again.
"My pleasure," I say as I make my way closer to her to where I am practically spooning her.
I take my hand and place it on her stomach. I gently bunch the soft, silky fabric of her chemise in my hand. Soon my hand is on her flat stomach gently running across her skin.
"You like me touching you here," I whisper in her ear as I continue to lightly caress her flat belly.
I keep my hand underneath her chemise and make my way up to the valley between her breasts. She lets out a breath as my hands skim underneath her tits.
"Do you want me to touch you here?" I ask as my hand lightly hovers over her left breast.
"Yes …," she barely breathes out.
"Well first, we need to get rid of this," I say holding some of the bunched up fabric of her chemise in my hand.
She nods and moves slightly so I can pull it up over her head.
As soon as it's off, my hand returns to her left breast. My hand begins massaging it and I think I hear us both let out a moan. I gently rub my finger across her nipple and am greeted by the site of it hardening instantly.
I bring my face right in front of her nipple, and my words whisper across it. "Do you want me to touch it with my tongue?"
"P..Please …,"she stammers. I see her grab the sheets and begin to fist them.
While I begin teasing her nipple with my tongue, my other hand goes to her right tit and I begin to palm it.
I am so fucking hard right now. The not so little monster is begging for attention and he's having a hard time realizing this isn't about him. I ignore the ache and continue to lavish attention on Bella's amazing tits.
As I hover over her body, my left hand slowly makes its way down her body, caressing her skin as it eventually finds its destination over her cloth covered pussy.
"How about here? Do you want me to touch you here?" I ask huskily as I rub her.
"Yes … please," she begs.
I take the lacey edge of her panties and slowly bring it down and off of her legs.
My hand slowly makes its way back to her pussy.
My fingers barely touch her slit and she lets out a soft moan.
"Do you want me to make you feel good, baby?"
She lets out another moan in response.
"You're so wet for me," I whisper as I take her earlobe in my mouth.
I kiss down her jaw to her mouth. As we begin to kiss, I insert a finger inside her pussy, and she bucks up into my hand.
She continues to moan into my mouth and her hand wraps around my neck as she begins raking her fingers through my hair.
My cock gets impossibly harder and all I want to do is hump her, but I refrain.
I add another finger and gently and slowly begin pumping them inside her. She is so tight. I want to fuck her. I want to make love to her, but I will not attempt anymore for fear of hurting her. I'll just continue to make her feel good with my hands and mouth.
I slowly kiss my way down her body. When I get to her inner thighs, a little gasp escapes her. My girl is turned on. I kiss until I'm where I want to be and then lick her slit from bottom to top.
"Uh … God!"
I smile as I continue to indulge in her. Soon, I'm replacing my fingers with my tongue and she lets out the loudest moan yet.
"That's it, baby. Let go for me," I say as I make my way to her clit.
As I suck and lick her clit, her legs begin to shake uncontrollably. Her hands are fisting the sheets and her breathing is heavy.
I love that I can bring this reaction from her. I love that she actually wants me to touch her and make her feel good.
Seeing her glorious naked body writhing under my control is surely turning my balls blue. I can't help it as I take one hand and run it over my straining cock inside my sleep pants.
"Oh, Edward …. uh, yes," she practically screams out.
That's it, baby. Say my name. Damn it sounds so good, so right coming from her lips.
Next thing I know my girl is coming and I lick that shit right up. Fucking damn, who knew eating a girl out could be so sensual, such a turn on? Hell, I know the answer to that, it's because I'm eating my girl. Only my girl could do this to me. No one else could ever compare.
As she comes down from her high, I position myself right beside her and pull her into me. She sighs and looks up at me.
"Thank you, Edward," she whispers.
"My pleasure. Always my pleasure."
She's got one arm around my waist and the other across my chest. Her head is lying right underneath mine.
She wants to be close to me, and this is all on her own. Maybe it's possible that she could end up loving me too.
I am startled from my reverie when I feel Bella kissing down my chest.
"Wha … What are you doing?"
"I'm returning the favor," she says as she looks up at me. I could swear she has a smirk on her face. It just doesn't seem like Bella to be so bold.
She gets to my pants, hooks her fingers around the waistband and pulls them down. I'm going commando and my hard-on immediately pops up.
"You don't have to do this."
Please, do this.
"I want to," she says as she wraps her hand around my shaft.
My eyes roll in the back of my head as she licks the pre-cum off my tip.
Oh shit! I'm not gonna last long.
Soon she envelops me in that hot little mouth of hers.
Oh fuck!
Her head starts bobbing up and down and I don't know if the moan I hear came from me or her. All I know is it's so damn sexy to see her down there sucking my cock. The fact that she wants to do it makes it even sexier.
I try to warn her before I explode in her mouth but words seem to escape me. However, she swallows it down and licks me clean. I swear I saw stars when I came in her mouth.
"That was … was fucking spectacular. Thank you, baby, but you know you never have to reciprocate," I say a little out of breath as she comes and snuggles back into me.
"I told you, I wanted to," she whispers as she lays her head on my chest.
.*~*.
We're almost to my parent's house and Bella is fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. She is dressed rather conservatively for the night, which is a good choice since she is going to be under the ever judging eye of my father.
I reach over and grab her hand while my other one stays steady on the steering wheel.
"Everything is going to be okay," I tell her and give her hand a gentle squeeze.
She gives me a nervous smile and then resumes looking out the window.
I pull up to the parking spot on my parent's driveway and quietly cut off the engine.
Bella is completely unfazed by all of this and still is looking out the window as if we hadn't come to a stop. I know she is lost in her thoughts. I know she is scared, and to be honest, so am I. I have no idea how this night is going to turn out. However, I sincerely doubt that we'll leave here any happier than we already were. So, I do the only thing I can do.
I gently reach for Bella's hand and she turns her body towards me.
"Oh, are we here already?" She asks.
"Yes, sweetheart. Look, no matter what happens, you are my wife and you are the most important person to me. Don't let anything my father or mother may say affect you. And if they ask, and they are rude enough to ask, tell them we have consummated our marriage."
"But we didn't," she says nervously.
"Yes, sweetheart, but they don't know that." I kiss her hand and then put my hands on each side of her face and bring her closer to me. "We will get through this. Just follow my lead and remember I will not let you down."
"Yes, Edward," she answers obediently. Obediently. I'm hoping that I don't make her still feel as if she must obey me, however, maybe it's best if she's on her toes at my parents' house. I only say that because the less she says there then the less they can use against her.
We get out of the car, and I take her hand as we meet around the front of the car. As we walk up the stairs of the front porch, she grips my hand even tighter. I give her a gentle squeeze in return and knock on the front door.
Their housemaid, Lila, leads us into the dining room. We find Emmett, Rosalie, Carlisle and Esme in there already congregated near the full length window, each with a glass of wine in their hands. Lila proceeds to go over to the bar to pour us a glass of wine as we join the others.
Bella looks up at me with her eyebrows raised in question as Lila hands her a glass.
"It may help calm your nerves," I whisper. She seems to agree as she takes a sip.
I grab her free hand and pull her close to me. "We will make it through this, I promise. I will be with you the whole time."
"Edward, I .. I ..I don't belong here," she stammers.
"With me is where you belong."
She gives me the first genuine small that I've seen from her all night.
However, that is rather short lived as soon as my parents enter the dining room and take their seats, my father naturally at the head of the table. We are all expected to stop what we are doing now that the King and Queen have arrived and join them at the table. My father certainly likes to think of himself as "Your Majesty."
We all join my parents at the table and Lila begins to serve the first course.
"Why did you bring your little plaything?" My father looks to Bella in disgust.
I swear I'm gonna lose my shit!
Bella puts her hand over my clenched fist and gives me a gentle squeeze. Here I am supposed to be comforting her and she is soothing me.
Before I have time to even smile at my girl, my father bumps the table as he rises up and begins shouting.
Bella knocks her drink over in surprise.
"What the hell is that clumsy bitch wearing on her finger?"
I rise from my chair, not caring that I have also knocked over my glass of wine, and put my hands on the table as I stare into my father's angry eyes.
"This beautiful, caring woman is mywife, and I don't appreciate you talking about mywife that way."
My mother is looking on with a horrified expression and Emmett seems totally amused.
"Your wife! What the hell do you mean your wife? Do you mean to tell me that you married this white trash slave?" My father is fuming, nostrils flaring.
"She is no slave! She certainly isn't white trash. She's my wife, and you had better accept that fact!" I roared in return.
"Edward …," my mother pleads. I don't know if she's talking to me or my father. However, my father stops her in her tracks as he turns and glares at her. She closes her mouth and looks down like the trained seal that she is.
"My office. Now!" He demands.
"No! Not tonight! I am taking my wife home."
He turns his attentions toward Bella. "Look, you fucking whore, I will not allow you to worm your way into this family. You may have bewitched my son, but you are not fooling me. You better watch your fucking back."
I stride over to where my father is standing and get in his face. This causes Emmett to rise from his chair and make his way over to us.
"You will not threaten my wife. She is a Cullen now, whether you fucking like it or not. Father or not, you better not lay one finger on my wife or have anyone else come after her, or so help me God, you will regret it for the rest of your miserable life."
I turn on my heel and walk back over to Bella. Esme is sitting beside her with her arm around her, comforting her. Tears are pouring from Bella's eyes as she looks up at me. She sniffles as she takes my hand and I help her up.
I give her a quick kiss on the lips, hoping to comfort her and also hoping it pisses off my father.
I grab her hand and we slowly make our way toward the door.
My main priority is my wife right now. I know she is hurt and scared. I will deal with my father later.
I've never wished my father dead, but in this moment, I would be so happy to be standing on his grave.