THREE

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Before I opened my eyes, I felt Edwards lips on me. They were soft and delicately pressed against my skin. He ran his long fingers up and down my side, a thin sheet separating us. Music that was as soft as his lips filled the room; it slowly roused me awake as his kisses continued. The room was cool, but he was warm against me. I made a noise as the kiss on the back of my neck sparked a shiver down my spine.

"I gotta go." he whispered.

I hummed, "Can't you just stay home?"

Edward chuckled because it was Monday and I know he couldn't. I turned my head towards him, and he gave me a long kiss, fully waking me up from my deep sleep. I pressed myself against him, still stripped from the night before. My hand moved to his heart and slowly drifted down, stopping at his lower stomach. I felt his stomach muscles convulse under my touch. Pulling away from our kiss, my leg lazily swung over his hip.

"Do you have time?" I asked breathily, my hand slowly dancing around his growing erection.

"Always."

With that, I slowly grabbed his manhood and pumped him until he moaned. His eyes met mine, his mouth opening as my grip tightened just enough to drive him crazy. Green eyes shining in mischief, he pushed me on my back, my legs automatically spreading for him. The heels of my feet pushed his pelvis towards mine. I was needy, eager, my flesh already wet and ready for him.

Edward placed his forearms on either side of me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He nuzzled mine, small husky groans escaping his lips as he ground his sex between my folds. The feeling was intense, my sensitive skin already twitching from the sensations.

He went slow when he finally entered me. My walls contracted around him with every thrust further inside me. Edwards groans got louder, the room got hotter, and I couldn't even hear whatever music was still playing over the speakers. All I heard was him and the sound of cock thrusting into me.

"You're so fucking tight." He whimpered.

He was perfect inside of me. He was long and girthy and hit every spot I needed him to. I felt absolutely filled and the sensation of Edward fucking me radiated throughout my body. It felt like electricity, sparks of bliss starting with our union and crept up my body to my nipples, my stomach, my hips, my hands, my lips. This feeling was so unique, and I already knew I was ruined. It didn't matter, I was his and would always be his.

My arms became heavy, falling to his bicep. They slowly inched to his neck, then to his jaw. He looked at me through hooded lids, his cheeks flushed with lust. I pushed his hair back and ran my thumb across his lower lip. His thrusts were slow and tender until I bit my lip. I needed to be ravaged.

Edward stopped pumping into me to grab my wrists, confining them above my head with a strong hand. He repositioned and started fucking. It was fast and hard and fucking hot. His head dipped to lick my nipple into his mouth, drawing a whimper from me. He sucked, swirling his tongue around the tender nub. When he finished, he turned his attention to the other, pushing all my buttons.

His thrust remained hard as he found a strong, consistent rhythm. I felt the tightening start, I could hear my moans becoming irregular and louder. Fuck, I couldn't take it, it felt so good. He freed my wrists, the same hand quickly finding my clit. I grabbed the wrought iron of the headboard as his fingers circled me.

"Fuck me, baby! Please!" I wailed.

Edward's guttural moan spurred me further into ecstasy. I was so fucking close. My nipples were hard and sensitive that the gentle bite he took sent me over the edge. My eyes fluttered closed, my pussy contracting around him like a vice.

I felt Edward slow his pace as he kissed under my ear. I sagged into the mattress; my jelly like legs still wrapped around him. His forearms moved back to either side of me, never letting up on his rhythm.

"I'm close." He grunted.

"Come inside me."

Edward pulled himself up, now kneeling in front of me. He grabbed me by the back of my knees and pushed my legs down to my chest. His thrusts went harder than before, the sounds of slapping skin permeating the air. I gripped the sheets with one hand as my other one reached for his thigh.

The sound that came from Edwards throat was guttural as he neared orgasm. He felt so fucking good, I almost couldn't take it. A feeling like this could drive any woman mad. I could sense the tightening down in my belly start again, a second orgasm now developing as he pounded into me.

Edwards hands trickled down my thighs like rainwater. They were slow and moved with intention while his thrusts were becoming erratic. He looked down and back up at me as they landed on my inner thigh, right above my slit. His thumbs massaged my lips, my labia, and then my clit. His hands squeezed my inner thighs, the motions on my clit not stopping once.

I moved both my hands to my breasts, squeezing and rolling my nipples with my fingers. With each pump inside me, a grunt came from deep in his throat. I tensed, the motion of our fingers combined was too much and I felt the rubber band snap once more. I came a second time, clenching around his cock with vigor.

And then I felt him come. His cock twitching and spilling inside of me as my walls still contracted from my own orgasm. He moaned, still buried deep inside me, and relaxed. His eyes shut and his head dipped back, sighing into the air. God, he was so hot.

Then, he looked at me. I was covering my breasts, ogling my husband as I did so. Edward smiled and moved my arms from my chest. The exposure made me feel vulnerable, but I knew how much he loved me, and I knew how he looked at me, so I let him. I held my arms open, a silent command to come to me.

He collapsed on top of me, nuzzling my neck again as he slipped out of me. I whimpered, not liking the feeling of loss I got when he moved away. I tightened my grasp around his shoulders and hummed.

"You should get up or you'll be late." I murmured.

"Nah, I woke up early for this."

I laughed as he rose from my embrace. He grinned and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

"Love you." I spoke.

He winked, "Love you too."

We've been in this city for months now and all I've ever felt was bored. I didn't have a job, I already toured this city so many times I could lead the tour myself at this point, and I still didn't have people here. It was so boring, and Edward was always at work.

I was still in bed, listening to the sound of the shower going, lost in my thoughts. It couldn't be much later than six and I groan when I look at my phone confirming it. I finally feel my limbs twitch to life when I hear the shower switch off. Reluctantly, I rise and stumble my way toward our closet. It's big enough to house more clothing and accessories than we'll probably ever own, but it's nice to have the space anyway.

I flick on the lights and take a minute to look around. The closet is all hard wood and modern, just like the rest of the apartment. I'm not a fan of the aesthetic, but it's nice to have a little piece of quiet among all the city noise Chicago has to offer. Walking further in, I purposefully grab one of Edwards white t-shirts from our hamper. It's clean, but his scent is all over it. It's comfortable and hugs my senses like a blanket. I continue to my side of the closet, slip on a fresh pair of underwear, and make my way to the kitchen.

The newly risen sun is slowly brightening up our living area. I quickly set off to make coffee, taking out pastries, and getting the kitchen tablet ready on his side of the island. It's the least I could do and honestly, has been one of my favorite rituals of the day. Taking my time in the mornings hasn't been a thing since middle school. It's also nice to just cater to him more often than I was able to before.

I make two cups of coffee, setting one of them on the island, and lean on my elbows as I sip from my cup. I'm watching the sun rise higher in the sky when Edward rushed in. I offered him his cup as he loaded a small plate with scones and a chocolate chip croissant. His hair was slicked back, and his tie drape over his shoulder, he looked sharp and professional and mouthwatering.

"Take a picture, doll face, it'll last longer." he grins.

"What can I say, it's a really nice view." I wink.

He chuckled and took his seat. He unlocked the iPad and got to work on reading the morning news. Mornings like this were peaceful and we really had to make the most of it. Edward worked his ass off at the firm he was transferred to, spending a lot of late nights and early mornings there. They knew he was worth his salt and had already given him his own office and was recently nominated to be junior partner.

I was so proud of him, but I missed him. I missed going to shows together, getting dinner, going out, spending the entire evening watching movies. This new normal was strange and it was taking me longer than I expected to adjust. Every month I'd give myself a goal that by the end of that month, I'd be fully adjusted and okay. It wasn't going so well.

Edward finished his breakfast and stood from his seat. He placed his dishes in the sink and walked to me, enveloping me into a tight hug.

"I'll be back late. Will you be okay?"

I nodded, "I found a Pilates studio down the street, I might make some friends today."

He kissed my forehead and freed me. "Good, I worry."

I snorted. "I'll be fine, I'm a big girl."

"Bella, just let me love you." He responded with a wry grin.

I laughed. "Sure, sure. Now go off and sue a company for a lot of money."

"Will do!"

And with that, he took off to make his firm another couple million.

After Edward left, I cleaned up the kitchen, changed the sheets, and picked up around the house. Running out of things to do, I gave up and hopped in the shower. Trying to wash my anxiety away always used to work but was disappointed when I realized it wasn't this time around. I felt restless and truthfully, without a purpose, and not having my anchors here was throwing me off.

Not liking my train of thought, I gave up and shut the water off. I quickly dried myself, determined to do anything but think about home, and googled the Pilates Studio. There was a class in an hour and a half and figured now would be a good a time as ever.

So, I and started putting together a backpack. I went from room to room, collecting stuff along the way. When I finished laying out my loot on the island dresser inside our closet, I propped my phone up on one of the many shelves and FaceTimed Alice for our morning check in.

"Ooh, what're you dressed for, you look cute!"

I looked in the mirror, admiring the matching athletic set I had picked up the other day. It was lavender, tight, and supportive.

"Thanks, Target," I said, "I found a Pilates studio in the neighborhood, I figured I could go in and make some friends." My tone was sarcastic.

I didn't want to worry everyone back home too.

"Oh, fun! I was actually looking into Pilates too."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, putting a filled Hydro Flask into an old backpack.

"Yeah, I heard it's a good exercise for people who want to get pregnant." Alice bit her lip, looking uneasy.

I paused, leaning on the island dresser. "I think that's great, Alice. How's that been going?"

She sighed and gave me a dramatic shrug. "Good, I guess. No pregnancy, no loss."

"But no gain, either." I finished.

She nodded. "You know, I heard Jessica got pregnant recently. That woman sneezes around Mike and boom! Babies. Bella, this is like, her third!"

"Alice, everyone's different." I reasoned.

"I just… it's just been so hard. Sex isn't even fun anymore."

I sigh. "Do you want to just vent, or do you want me to be mean?"

"Be mean!" she whined.

"I think it's time to stop trying –"

"Bella!" she snapped.

"No, Alice, just listen. I think you're stressing yourself out so much, that it's just getting harder and harder to get pregnant. This isn't supposed to be hard work, sweety. It's just supposed to be hard work." I said, bouncing my ass at the dresser behind me.

It earned me a hearty laugh from my best friend and sister-in-law. She'd been trying for months now, and it proved to be the hardest thing she's ever had to do. Alice has had it pretty easy all her life. She was always naturally good at anything she tried and was crazy talented. Getting pregnant has been a challenge, but we all needed to remind her who she was. Alice fucking Cullen-Whitlock.

"Just relax," I said, "and stop trying. I promise it'll happen for you, but you need to give it time. And you know, if it doesn't, then I'll fly down there myself and go with you to every fertility doctor on the west coast until you Jon and Kate Plus Eight this bitch!"

She chuckled. "Thanks, Bella, I really needed to hear that."

"You don't have to thank me for telling you to relax, Alice, I can do that for free any time."

"Watch it, bitch."

I winked at her. We continued talking for a couple more minutes before we said our goodbyes. I swung my now filled backpack over my shoulder and made my way to the little studio down the street. The walk was fast, but cold as the morning winds picked up in speed. I shivered; I should've brought a fucking jacket.

When I arrived, I ripped the door open, and I quickly entered the studio to shield myself from the cold. My foot caught on the threshold, and I went tumbling into the person right in front of me. The woman turned as I was retrieving my balance, her icy blue eyes looking for the person who almost slammed her into the ground. I could feel the heat ascend my neck to my cheeks. My body wanted to shrink into itself as she looked me up and down.

The woman was gorgeous. Her long blond hair was pin straight and untied. The athletic set she wore matched her eyes and was much smaller than mine. The shorts she wore displayed her long legs, her cheeks were pink, and the air around her smelled good. She looked like an ice princess.

Workout Barbie, more like it.

"I'm so sorry, I tripped…"

She flipped her hair back over her shoulder and shrugged. "It's fine. Are you okay?"

Even her voice was beautiful.

"Uh, yeah, are you?"

She slowly nodded, turning so she could face me. "Are you new?"

"Yeah, I moved into the neighborhood at the beginning of the year, thought I'd try Pilates."

My voice was small, and I wanted to cringe so badly over it. A smile tugged at her lips, obviously amused with me. Her dainty hand extended towards me, waiting for mine to be placed in hers. I took it, suddenly shy, and gave her a firm shake despite it.

"My name's Rosalie. Maybe after Pilates you'll let me buy you a coffee."

"Oh, sure, but you really don't have to buy me anything, I'll hang out for free."

She guffawed. "You're funny. But I should thank you, they would've canceled the class if you hadn't walked in."

I looked around at the near empty lobby and realized there were only four people waiting, including me. I looked back at Rosalie and smiled, nodding in agreement. She gave me a megawatt smile and led me further into studio, raving about how kick-ass the instructor was.


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