"Edward, I want you so bad that it hurts." I moaned.
"Oh yeah? Where does it hurt, baby?" He asked, a sexy smirk on his gorgeous face.
"Right here." I moved his hand to the fire between my legs.
"I guess I have to kiss it and make it feel better, hmmm?" He crooned as he pulled off my bottoms. He watched me while he tenderly kissed the inside of my thighs.
"Don't tease, Edward. I need you." I breathed, tugging his hair and pulling his face to where I needed him. His tongue finally connected with my aching core and I cried out.
"Fuck!" I wailed, my toes curling in pleasure. He swirled his tongue around and around, driving me absolutely mad. Then he flicked my clit. My hips began to grind against his face but he held me in place, and sucked my swollen clit.
"Yes, Edward. Yes, yes, yes! So fucking good…" I moaned.
"Princess?"
"Edward…don't stop…please…" I was so close.
"Princess…Izzy…wake up."
My eyes flew open and Edward was standing over me, several shopping bags in his hands. His eyes were concerned as he looked down at me.
"Izzy, should I get my dad? Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine; I was just taking a nap. Why?" I asked, sitting up and leaning against the colonial styled mahogany headboard.
"You were talking in your sleep, calling my name and saying that it hurts. Is it your knee? Your arm?" He inquired, dropping the bags on the floor in front of the window and sitting on the bed next to me.
My face heated as the content of my erotic dream flooded my mind. "I'm okay. I don't know why I was…I don't remember…I just…" I stammered, staring down at the flowery comforter.
"Why are you blushing…what's…" he started and then looked at me knowingly. His voice dropped. "Isabella, you naughty girl." His seductive whisper sent a shiver through my hypersensitive body.
"Don't say my name like that, Edward."
"Well, don't look at me like that, Izzy. Those beautiful brown eyes…those lips…shit!" he groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. We both longed for each other, but we had to refrain while we were in the Cullens' home. Their bedroom was right next to the guest bedroom and I didn't want them to think I was some skank. I mean, it was bad enough that I went from one brother to the other, no need for me to give them a show.
"Did you have fun shopping with your mom?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed some things if I was going to stay at the Cullens' so Edward and Esme went to the local mall to pick them up while I stayed back with Dr. Cullen.
"Hell no. It was like school shopping all over again." He said, standing up and walking over to the bags. "I bought you the shower gel and lotion that you like. Oh and shampoo and conditioner." He handed me the items as he spoke.
"Mom picked out your clothes." He told me handing me two large shopping bags from a department store.
"Edward…" I said, exasperated. I told him that I didn't want a lot of money spent and had suggested Target. My wallet was in my duffel bag, wherever that was, and while Esme and Edward were out I had called and requested all of my debit and credit cards be cancelled and new ones sent to the Cullens. Thank goodness there hadn't been any unauthorized activity.
"I know. I told her what you said and she ignored me." He explained as I pulled the clothes from the bags. The things she bought for me were really adorable, I had to admit. Skinny jeans, cute t-shirts, panties and bras, even socks. Esme had great taste.
"I bought you this." He said, handing me a new cell phone. "And this." He added, giving me a small package. "It has 32 GB of memory."
I laughed. "A flash drive. Thank you!" I exclaimed, jumping up and hugging him. When we had been outside talking that morning, he'd asked me why of all things I had hung on to my computer bag. He knew that it couldn't be that I was that concerned about work documents. I admitted to him that I'd been working on a novel and I didn't want to lose my work since I hadn't backed it up. He'd beamed and asked if he could read it, when I was ready. God, I loved that man.
"No problem, Princess." Edward murmured, wrapping his arms around my waist. Of course, our lips found each other's and very quickly we were breathing hard and stifling gasps of pleasure. I put a hand on his chest and pulled back.
"Did you buy something for yourself?" I asked him, trying to distract myself from how much I wanted him inside of me. He released me with a sigh of reluctance.
"Yeah. Just something to wear to work tomorrow. I'm going to my apartment after work to get my things. Oh, Mike called." He said.
"And?"
"Demitri told him that the fucker got on his chartered plane this morning and flew back to the Middle East. He has a connection at the FAA. He thinks you should stay here, though, until he can figure out if anyone is still following you."
"I hate putting your parents out." I admitted.
"Are you kidding? I told you that my mother loves being a hostess. And my father always says this house is too big for just them."
"What about you? Now you have an extra long commute to work. Maybe you should stay at your apartment and I'll stay here." I suggested.
"Absolutely not. I would miss you too much. And the commute is not that long, thousands of people do it. Stop worrying so much, okay?"
I nodded and turned around to fold up the clothes that Esme had purchased and put them away. I felt Edward's large hands grip my hips from behind.
"Baby…" he whispered into my ear. "In your dream, was I eating your delicious pussy?" Damn it, how did he know? I decided to turn the tables on him. I faced him and looked up innocently.
"Actually…your big cock was in my mouth." I breathed. His eyebrows went up in surprise, but he recovered quickly.
"Did it make you wet, dreaming about sucking me?"
"Does it make you hard, thinking about me sucking you?"
"Fuck yeah." He groaned. "Mom and I stopped at a deli and picked up sandwiches for dinner. We should go down to the kitchen…" he said. He didn't move, though. He buried his face into my neck and began to kiss and suck all the spots that I loved. My hand instinctively threaded into his hair.
"Edward…stop…" I moaned as my head fell back, giving him better access. I heard footsteps in the hallway and I quickly pushed him away. There was a short knock on the door and then it was pushed open.
"Do you like the things I picked out for you?" Esme inquired from the doorway. Edward busied himself with my new cell phone, flipping open the handbook.
"Yes, everything is perfect, but you shouldn't have spent so much."
"It was my pleasure, honey. A lot of those things were on sale. Did Edward tell you that we bought dinner?"
"Yes, I am starving." I told her.
"Well come on, let's eat!" she said, leading the way out of the room. I followed her and glanced back at Edward. He sighed in frustration and followed as well, mumbling under his breath about blue balls.
~SD~
"An eight letter word for early evening…hmm…" Dr. Cullen thought aloud.
"Twilight?" Esme suggested.
"Look at that, perfect fit." Dr. Cullen said as he wrote the letters in the tiny boxes. Esme was sitting in Dr. Cullen's lap on their plush cranberry loveseat as we watched television on Sunday night. They were doing the crossword puzzle from the New York Times together and were so freaking cute.
"Okay, 22 across…1994 movie, Interview with a blank. Seven letters. E is the last letter." Esme said.
"Hmm…" Dr. Cullen hummed as he mulled it over.
"Vampire." Edward said tonelessly from beside me on the couch.
"Thanks, son. That works." Dr. Cullen said, filling in the puzzle.
"The sofa is large enough that you don't have to sit on his lap, Mom." Edward muttered.
"Oh, stop being an old fuddy duddy. What is your problem, Edward?" Esme asked. Dr. Cullen whispered something in her ear and she giggled like a school girl. It fascinated me to see a couple who had been married for so long still so in love. I couldn't remember too many lovey dovey moments between my parents before my mother died. They loved each other, for sure, and were committed to each other and to me, but they hadn't been very physically affectionate. Edward's phone rang and he looked at the screen and sighed.
"Dad, is it okay if I use your office to take this call?" Edward wanted to know.
"Sure." Dr. Cullen replied. Edward went down the hall and Dr. Cullen and Esme went back to their puzzle. I turned my attention to the television; we were watching an hour long drama that Esme enjoyed and I was really getting into it as well. After it ended, we watched the news and of course they showed the clip of a still unidentified me fleeing a car in the middle of the George Washington Bridge and speeding away in what the reporter referred to as a getaway car.
"I can't fucking wait until they find that cocksucker who ordered them to kidnap you and put him away for life. He is the scum of the fucking earth. The weakest type of man is one who attacks and hurts women." Esme grumbled.
"… identified as James 'Jimmy' Witherdale." My head snapped toward the screen and I was looking at the mug shot of one of the men who had kidnapped me. "His body was discovered by a busboy behind a Chinese restaurant in the Meatpacking district of Manhattan this morning with a single gunshot to the temple. Witherdale had been arrested thirteen times beginning at the age of seventeen on charges ranging from grand theft auto to possession of a controlled substance with the intent to sell to aggravated assault. The police have no leads at this time."
"That's one of the men that kidnapped me." I explained when both of them were looking at my open-mouthed face in confusion. Demetri had been right about this, too.
"Thank God for small favors." Esme muttered.
"Izzy?" I turned toward the doorway of the living room and Edward was standing there hissing my name. "Can you go get my iPad for me? It's in my car. The keys are on the dresser upstairs." He whispered. "Yes, I did file the motion, but I'm still waiting for the judge…" Edward's voice faded as he walked back to the office.
I stood up and Dr. Cullen and Esme were looking at me with silly smiles on their faces.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." They both said simultaneously and then they laughed. "They're so cute." I heard Esme whisper as I left the room.
I jogged upstairs, grabbed the keys and went to his car. His iPad was sitting on the front passenger seat. I took it into the office and handed it to him. I turned to leave the room, but he pulled me into him and sat me on his knee as he turned it on.
"I'm looking at my notes right now." He was saying. I couldn't help but stare at Edward while he spoke with his client. Was it normal to be this infatuated with your boyfriend? His captivating green eyes drew me in every time. How had I ever been able to resist him?
"What time on Wednesday? No, I can move some things around. The office assistant will confirm with you tomorrow morning. Have a good night." He said and ended the call. He placed his phone and tablet on the desk.
"Thanks for bringing me my iPad, Princess. I have bad news, though."
"What?"
"I'm going to have to spend all day Wednesday in Hartford. Will you be okay?"
"Your parents are great. I'll be fine." I assured him. We gazed at each other in silence for a beat. It was as if our lips were magnetic- one second we were talking and in the next we were locked in a frenzied kiss. When his tongue touched mine, I shivered. He pulled my legs so that I was straddling him in his father's office chair. We began to grind slowly. One of his hands was on my ass, squeezing and pulling me down onto him and his other hand was tangled in my hair, tugging gently as we kissed. The friction against my clit as our hips pressed together rhythmically was exquisite torture. I moaned against his lips.
"Shhh, baby." He breathed. I could feel his hardness straining against the fabric of his jeans and I swiveled my hips harder, adding more pressure. He growled the way he did when he was really turned on. The masculine, erotic sound always drove me wild.
"You have to be quiet, too." I whispered with a giggle.
"You did that on purpose."
"I did…" We were both shamelessly grinding against each other at this point, trying to get off. "Oh God, Edward…"
"Yes, baby…" he murmured. "Shit!" he groaned as he hurriedly pushed me off of his lap and grabbed his iPad, trying to look occupied. A half second later Esme and Dr. Cullen pushed the office door open.
"Hey kids, we're heading up to bed." Esme told us. "Oh, Izzy, there's ice cream in the freezer if you'd like. Cookies and Cream."
"Thanks, Esme. Good night." I said. Edward said good night as well.
"Good night, guys." Dr. Cullen said. They turned back into the hall and purposely left the office door open.
Edward and I looked at each other and couldn't help but crack up.