Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.
Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33.
We're all caught up so now it will only be present time.
Basically, this is a huge, juicy lemon. :) Enjoy.
Present time
I sleep surprisingly well given the circumstances.
Of course, I end up having a dozen filthy dreams that involve my husband naked, but I feel rested when I wake up.
While stretching and trying to shake the sleep off, I hear a sudden banging noise from somewhere in the room followed by long string of curses from Edward.
Sleepily, I rise on my elbows, suppressing a moan when the balls move and vibrate inside me, to see my silly man hopping around, clutching at his toe.
"I had no idea I married a sailor," I comment, my voice sounding scratchy from sleep.
His head whips to me, but the smile he tries to put there turns into a grimace.
"What have you done?" I ask, worried. "Come here."
"Stubbed my toe on the table's leg. Hurts like a motherfucker. I think I broke it."
"Don't be dramatic. I know it can hurt, but it will go away soon."
He approaches, falling on the bed and offering me his right leg. "Kiss my boo-boo."
I scrunch my nose. "I'd rather not," I say seriously, but put my hand over his foot, slowly massaging. He hisses loudly and tries to free his foot. "Stay still, will you? I'm trying to help."
"Fuck, this definitely isn't how I wanted to wake you."
"You might have caught my disease: klutziness." I giggle, dropping his foot off my lap.
"Not amusing at all. I ordered breakfast and I just wanted to bring it to the bed…it didn't work out how I wanted," he admits, pouting.
"The gesture counts," I assure him, tugging on his hand until he's hovering over me. "Hi, hubby."
"Hi, wifey." Edward grins down at me before descending for a hungry kiss.
"Can food wait?"
He responses to me by bringing one hand between my thighs and rubbing my clit. My back arches off the bed at the amazing feeling. Edward's fingers are magical. With one hand he's manipulating the balls from inside me and with the other he's tormenting my extra sensitive clit.
"Christ, baby, I don't think I can wait much longer."
"Then don't," I plead with him, reaching my hands to grasp his bulky biceps. "Please, honey."
"I'm going to take the plug out," he says softly. "Relax, okay?"
I nod, sagging against the fluffy pillows, getting ready for the wonderful sensation of having the plug extracted. Edward doesn't simply take it out. He has to play with it first making me nearly lose my mind.
Once the plug is out, Edward covers my body with his, kissing me deeply while his hands are on my breasts, my sides, my hips….everywhere.
Suddenly, he rolls us around so I'm on top, straddling his waist.
"Uh, what…?"
"Shh. I miss having you on top. I took it for granted a while back," he murmurs. His fingers are tweaking my nipples as I slowly slide lower, shifting a lot until I find the perfect angle. He helps me place his dick at my back entrance. Slowly, we move together and soon I'm taking him in, inch by delicious inch.
I'm trying hard not to simply impale myself on him, because it's been a while and I need the time to adjust. The pleasant burn I feel turns into bliss when I start moving leisurely.
One of Edward's hands leaves my boobs and comes to my ass, squeezing it, helping me measure my movements. His palm caresses my ass cheek before he lands a quick slap there.
"Shiiit!" I shout. My hands lands with a loud smack on his chest. "More," I beg.
He grins wickedly before another slap echoes through the room. I move faster, spurred by the savory pleasure coursing through my body.
"Fuck, baby! Like that!" Edward moans gutturally when my ass starts slapping against his thighs, but I'm lost in my own pleasure.
The balls create a volcano inside me, which seems to spew sprinkles of lava, right before the eruption.
Edward grabs my ass in both his hands, stilling my erratic motions. Then his hips start rising so fast making him go so deep and making me feel so good that moans come out of my mouth without my consent. My body is no longer mine.
I can't control the sudden release that takes over me. I lean over him, yelling his name, my fingers clutching his hair as my ass moves back to meet his thrusts. The balls create havoc. The orgasm seems to lasts a very long time.
"Still alive in there?" I hear Edward murmuring while his hand rubs my back.
It feels like hours passed until my body stopped spasming.
"Yeah," I mumble into his neck, afraid to move an inch or I'd stir the monster awake—the monster being the balls and their power over my body.
"Can you take them out?" I wonder. "Slowly."
"It will be better if I just tug them out. I didn't realize it would become too much," he apologizes.
"Nothing compared to how I just felt, but yeah…now it's too much."
Before I finish talking, he's wrenched the balls out making my moan and shudder violently.
"There, now stay here and I'll bring the probably cold breakfast," Edward says softly, kissing my brow.
I slide on the bed, pressing my face into the pillow. I'm so sensitive all over that I am extra aware of the bedding's fabric, the sweet lavender fragrance of the softener they used for the linen. I can also smell whatever Edward ordered for breakfast—mouthwatering. Of course, I smell him—all Edward musky and manly, and the air around is filled with the distinctive smell of sex.
When he sits next to me, I'm aware of how his warm leg is touching mine, his warm breath on the back of my neck as he leans over me, his soft kisses behind my ear, his stubble.
"I think you fucked me stupid," I admit, realizing how crazy my thoughts are.
"It was my pleasure, baby," Edward says seriously, catching the lobe of my ear between his teeth and biting softly.
Something small and slightly round bumps against my lips, but I don't look to see what it is.
"Open," he instructs quietly.
I do as told and immediately moan not regretting it. I chew slowly, savoring the taste of chocolate covered strawberry.
Tentatively I move from my slumped position, resting my head on Edward's knee as he gives me a few more strawberries dipped in chocolate, and then I drink some juice.
"There's a Jacuzzi in the bathroom," he announces to me, stroking my hair.
"I could use that kind of relaxation," I agree.
After filling the Jacuzzi, we get inside, facing each other. The water feels wonderful to my aching muscles. Edward's frowning at something on the side wall, but before I can ask what he's doing, I feel a jet of water hitting my back.
"Ah," I moan at the feeling.
"Come here. Rest your back against my chest. I have an idea," he murmurs, extending his hand for me.
Eyeing him thoughtfully, I do as he said. His feet hook against my ankles, opening my legs and positioning me so the jet of water hits my needy pussy.
"Shit!" I shout, arching against him. One of my hands goes behind me wrapping into his hair. His hands cup my breasts, squeezing, pushing them up, kissing up and down my neck.
"That's it, baby. Just feel the water massaging you."
I moan as I start to thrust toward the jet. The coil in my stomach tightens and when Edward pulls at my nipples, I shout incoherently, coming with such force I sag against him like a deflated balloon.
"I don't think I can take much more," I whimper when one of his hands travels down my stomach.
"Extra sensitive?" he checks.
I nod, groaning when he raises me to guide his dick inside me. "Edwaaard!" I moan. My heart is slamming in my chest like a hummingbird, the coil in my stomach is back. I can feel my body trembling as he is trying to squeeze another release out of me.
It's too much.
I really can't think straight or do anything else besides moaning like some slut, only telling him to go faster, harder, deeper.
The feeling of him moving in deep long thrusts inside me, the jet of water still spraying on my clit…I'm gone. Though, Edward seems to be far from his own release. He raises me so I'm kneeling, my chest pressed against a wall of the Jacuzzi while he pumps harshly into me.
"Fuck yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!" I yell, gripping the side of the Jacuzzi, clamping down on him once more.
This time I do take him with me.
"You killed me," I mumble as I slide into the tub, trying to settle my breath and racing heart.
I can't feel my limbs.
Edward seems to understand it was too much pleasure for me, something I thought it wasn't possible, and he wraps me into a towel, carrying me to the bed.
That's the last thing I remember before I probably pass out in my blissed state.
When I come around again, I realize that it's early evening. Wow. I've been out the whole day.
Looking around for my husband, I see the balcony doors open and him leaning his elbows on the railing, staring at the ocean. That ass of his is on full display.
Gah.
I shouldn't think of anything remotely sexual, my cooch will forever hate me if we try again so soon.
I decide to join him, but the second I'm on the floor, I become aware of how every muscle in my body is aching…deliciously aching, but aching none the less.
My groan alerts Edward that I'm awake and he turns around, beaming at me before stepping into the room. He wraps me in his big, strong arms.
"I'd say I'm sorry…"
"No need to lie, baby." I peck his lips. "It felt wonderful though, so no regrets." I wink.
"Still. I should have been careful. I knew you were close to breaking down but I went on."
I press a finger to his lips. "I'd do it again without blinking. It's exhilarating to see the high my body can reach. You're truly amazing."
He grins and leans down to kiss me. I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist.
"Can we go for a stroll on the beach?" I beg.
"Anything you want, but can you walk?" he teases me.
"You can carry me. I always wanted a piggyback ride."
"You never had one as a child?" He looks shocked.
When I shake my head, Edward takes a serious look. "We have to rectify that. Fast."
We get dressed then walk out of the hotel. It is slightly painful, so the moment we're out, he leans forward a little allowing me to jump on his back.
"If I'm too heavy tell me."
"Pshh, you're not heavy, woman!"
I flick his ear, before wrapping my arms around his neck, and he puts his hands under my knees, straightening up.
"I like this," I comment, resting my chin on his shoulder.
"I thought you would."
Eventually he stops walking and we sit on the sand, leaning into our shoulders, staring at the ocean and how the sun sinks into it. It's beautiful.
You don't get to see something like this in a busy city.
Edward shifts a little, producing the packet of cigarettes from his pocket.
"Do you think we're allowed?" I wonder.
"I hope so." He shakes one out, lights it up, inhaling greedily.
When I reach to take one of my own, he grasps my wrist, shaking his head before bending to my level. I gasp, remembering our first shared smoke at work…that day…
It's always so carnal when he does this. It gets me wet in a matter of moments, but I can't think of that now.
We finish the cigarette that way—either he blows the smoke in my mouth or simply hold the butt to my lips, stealing a few kisses. Yes, I'm loving this holiday more and more.
Later, we return to the hotel, eat dinner before renting a couple of movies and going to our room. It's a good thing Edward understands I physically can't do more yet. Maybe tomorrow.
