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Chapter 51
Empty Nest
Bella
"Mom!", Jake stormed through the front door towards me. "If Jasper has time, can I go over to see him today?" he asked excitedly.
I was slightly confused.
Usually, I was no longer asked whether he - or even Leah - was allowed to leave, but rather by when they should be back here at the latest. With subsequent debate. After all, they were no longer small children. But he was forbidden to go to Becky, which is apparently why he had the idea to ask me.
"But ... what do you want with Jasper?" I asked, because I really didn't understand right away.
"Tutoring for history," he said, while Edward arrived back at the house.
He nodded at me affirmatively.
Didn't seem like an excuse to avoid his punishment somehow.
"Of course, you may," so I said. "But how are you going to get there? Leah has the Audi," I pointed out.
He didn't exactly live next door, after all.
"We can run over together. I'm sure Jasper can pick you up, too. I'd give you the BMW if your mother doesn't have any objections, but I guarantee she does ..." Edward began to list.
Oh yes. Running. As a wolf. Completely forgotten.
"Why do I have this?", but I asked. If Edward knew my opinion about the BMW, I at least wanted to know it, too.
"The BMW has 575 horsepower," he replied simply.
I swallowed.
He smiled.
Jake huffed in disappointment.
"First ask Jazz if he's even available," he prompted Jake, who immediately looked up the number in the cell phone directory.
Jasper had time and came up with a solution on his own with the problem of getting there, since Jake wasn't sure he could find his way on his own right away. They arranged to meet halfway. He quickly packed his history papers into his backpack and stuffed his clothes into it as well.
What am I ironing for, anyway?
He gave me a quick, frantic kiss goodbye and was gone.
Then I turned to Edward. My brief inner indignation about the ironing was gone and a smile spread across my face as if by itself.
We were alone! And that would only change in two to three hours! At the earliest!
"I'll go wash my hands then. The bike is pretty dirty," he said and went upstairs.
I closed the laptop and went after him. I heard the running water as I closed the door behind me with slightly trembling fingers.
It was not fear that made me tremble. It was anticipation. I felt a bit like the first time. Impatient and nervous. I actually turned the key around in case Leah would be home early and came looking for me, or us. I lay across at the bottom of the bed and waited patiently. I knew how stubborn motorcycle grease could be.
Then he leaned in the doorway to the bedroom, arms folded in front of his chest, and looked at me disapprovingly.
"Should I be afraid for myself because you locked the door?" he asked in a honeyed voice.
"Who knows!" I said noncommittally.
Slowly he approached me and knelt in front of the bed.
"What are you going to do with me?" he continued to ask.
"I can think of a few things ..." I reflected. "Undressing you ... Kissing you ... from head to toe ..."
"Then I guess I should call for help and hope someone will save me?" he murmured and began to cover my face with kisses.
"You should," I only said weakly, as he came closer and closer to my lips.
"Help!" he whispered, barely audible, but no one came.
Instead of pulling him onto the bed as I had planned, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and sat me upright. We were almost at eye level when his lips took over my mouth. We sank into an extended kiss that shattered the reality of my bedroom.
One button at a time I undid his shirt, sliding it down his shoulders as my lips buried into the crook of his neck and I soaked up his divine scent. I tugged not-so-awkwardly at his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. I slid onto his thighs to cover his torso with kisses, caressing every patch of this flawless man's granite skin that I could reach.
He sighed comfortably. Then he pushed me back onto the edge of the bed and now slowly pushed my T-shirt up. He greeted the exposed skin with his playful lips. Quickly my bra was also gone and he gently put me with the back on the bed. Gingerly he undressed the rest of me.
I got really hot and I lolling on the bed moaning while he caressed me everywhere, kissed, nibbled, sucked, stroked, and massaged.
I was dizzy with excitement, my heart was hammering with everything it could, and I felt everything inside me contract as I climaxed exultantly.
Edward's cool hands and lips moved tenderly back up to my lips like butterfly wings, kissing me devotedly until I calmed down.
Wow ... What was that?
It took me a long time to regain my sanity. Still struggling slightly for air, I looked down on him ... and up again, offended.
My plan that I was going to pounce on him had somehow completely backfired.
"You still have your jeans on!" I noted.
"And ... did you like it?" he asked softly, stroking over my back and kissing my ear.
"Cannot be said so!" but I still accused him.
I heard that it had sounded more serious than I meant it. However, that was only due to the last frantic puffs of my lungs.
One really couldn't say. I was absolutely not an expert in erotic things and the last time I had sex was ... damn long ago, well the last one BEFORE Edward. But I never thought this one was possible. That I would find myself on a veritable peak of pleasure, let my feelings run free, believed to explode with sensations and shouted out my impressions. And without us actually having slept together.
Edward had immediately moved away from me a little and looked at me.
"Bella, I'm sorry if I did something you don't like. Something you dislike ..." he said, apologetically.
I smiled, pulled him back to me and looked him in the eyes.
"Don't always be afraid of having done something wrong, Edward. It was wonderful. More than that. I'm mostly just surprised at what I just experienced! Whether I have really experienced it! It was so ... so ... I have no idea how to explain it. I love you, Edward. More than anything. And I liked it!" I whispered honestly, facing two eyes that shone with love and surrender. And also relieved that he had not incurred my displeasure.
"You are everything to me, Bella!" he whispered soulfully, burying me beneath his marble body as we sank into an intoxicating kiss.
I pursued a new plan! He had seduced and spoiled me as I could never have imagined and brought me to ecstasy only with his hands, his lips, and his enticing cold tongue. I wanted to give that back to him. I had been a bit shy about these things back with Jacob, but I could feel my inhibitions leaving me. Not to say I had screamed them out of me earlier.
So, I leaned against Edward, pushed him with his back on the bed and sat on him.
On his jeans, I noted yet again, somewhat offended.
I covered his whole upper body with my lips, stroked with my fingertips, traced his muscles and played with his hands, his nipples, his belly button. Nibbled on his ears, and buried my hands in his hair.
Carefully and unpracticed, I opened the buttons of his jeans, took them off and his manhood instantly jumped out at me.
I chuckled softly at this state of affairs.
That's where we women have had it easier. Our excitement was not so obvious.
I didn't mind touching him, I already knew that.
I had always been that 'brave'.
So, I gently reached out, massaged and stroked him, and Edward commented on every movement with a demanding sigh or moaned enthusiastically. I felt the heat in my cheeks, but the embarrassment was displaced by my own curiosity.
I wanted to spoil Edward - just like he spoiled me.
So, I bent down and kissed him on his most sensitive spot. Hesitantly I began, whereby I studied my own feelings.
I had never done anything like this before, so I didn't know if I was doing it right. However, a quote from a novel came back to me: 'In love, there is no right or wrong'.
Inspired by this sentence and encouraged by Edward's convulsions, my last shyness disappeared into nirvana. I became more energetic while remaining soulful and trusting completely in my intuition.
It excited me how Edward lolling under my caresses, his eyelids fluttered, his unnecessary breath became frantic, again a dark veil pulled itself over the gold of his eyes and he hid his hands in my hair.
Again and again I looked at him.
I never tired of pleasing him and it turned myself on when I caught his gaze and his eyes sparkled at me wildly and feverishly.
I felt that he would come soon and I did not care. Edward should experience the ecstasy that he had given me.
He vibrated under me, moaned louder and louder, clawed a hand into the bedspread and cried out in delight. Not one second had I been uncomfortable in any way or found it disgusting. Rather the opposite.
I was happy and tenderly kissed my way back up to his lips. Once there, Edward kissed me stormily and buried me under him. He looked at me, lovingly caressing my face, whereby the dark veil slowly left his eyes, fading more and only liquid gold, which was fading more and more, remained.
"That was unbelievable, Bella," he whispered. "I love you!"
"And I have to pee," I had to unfortunately break the mood, but I really had to. He had lain right on my bladder.
He chuckled and let me go.
In the bathroom I then noticed how my throat burned from all the moaning. I pulled my bathrobe over me and then just wanted to get me something to drink from downstairs.
Edward looked at me skeptically.
"Are you going to leave me?" he asked with a smile, sitting down on the edge of the bed and extending a hand to me, which I immediately grasped.
I kissed him, long and romantically, until I was back on the bed. I had only been away from him so briefly and yet he intoxicated me again already.
"Never! ... But I have to drink something," I then explained.
"What do you want?" he asked, standing up from the bed himself.
"I think a Coke wouldn't be bad. I need to do something for my blood sugar, I think," I smiled at him. "But you're not going down there naked!" I warned him with played sternness.
It was now almost ten o'clock in the evening and Leah could come home at any moment. Curfew for the kids wasn't until eleven, but she was only with Lisa, not Ben. She could well be back here earlier.
Faster than I could really see, Edward had put on the pants of his pajamas, ran downstairs, and was already back almost simultaneously. I blinked a few times.
This pace was really over my head. Like the whole man though.
I was so thirsty that I already went to meet him. Carefully, he opened the bottle so the liquid from his running wouldn't spill out and poured me some into a glass. I drank it down in one gulp and then viewed Edward lying across the bed with his head braced on one bent arm.
With bare torso and only his pajama pants on. Really sexy! This man is mine, went through my head.
"It's really frustrating sometimes not hearing your thoughts!" he complained, smiling wryly.
"I'm curious," I began, walking slowly around the bed and setting the glass down on the nightstand.
Just as curious as I was, he now looked at me and pursued me with his dreamlike eyes.
"You said you've only been together with Samantha once and no one else," I reflected.
His eyes narrowed slightly in agony.
"You don't believe me," he stated to himself, lowering his head guiltily.
I crawled onto the bed, leaned against his legs, stroked his face and waited for him to look at me again.
But it seemed I would have to wait a long time for that.
So, I lifted his gaze to me.
"Edward, that was not an accusation and of course I believe you," I objected. Even if it wasn't the truth, which I also didn't doubt, I wouldn't care and it wouldn't bother me.
"Then why do you ask?"
"That was not a question, but a statement ... The real question I'm asking myself is yet to come," I smiled at him and there was also a small semblance of a smile playing around the corners of his mouth now. "How can you have only been together with a woman once and then get me into such a frenzy?" I chuckled, knowing I was blushing and he chuckled back.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"But I asked first!" I insisted. Actually, only so that I didn't have to answer. The phone saved Edward from answering for the time being, and as relieved as he was to respond to the ring, I wouldn't forget to demand that answer as well. Hopefully I would not forget!
Leah called.
She had lost track of the time chatting with Lisa and asked if she could stay the night. She passed the phone to Lisa without being asked, probably to assure me that she was nowhere else.
Where else would she be now? Even if she were still together with Ben, I would probably relax my rules in this regard by myself. After all, Edward had said that Leah had gotten to know love. So why should I still object if she wanted to spend the night with her boyfriend? But she didn't have him anymore.
I was still speaking with Leah when Edward's cell phone rang as well. Jake also wanted to stay away overnight.
I shook my head and muttered "Twins!" under my breath.
Edward enlightened Jake about what Leah said and I told Leah about what Jake said. They would both be here for breakfast and bring rolls.
"Empty nest! Or whatever they call it these days?" I smiled seductively at Edward after letting my cell phone slide off the bed.
He stood in front of the bed, directly in front of my feet, and now began to kiss his way up from my toes to my mouth, briskly opening the bathrobe in the process and pushing it aside with care.
We did not have sex. We did not give ourselves over to desire. Oh no! We made love!
Intimately, romantically, devotedly and for a long time. We kissed incessantly, caressed each other, looked at each other and lifted each other to the heaven of love. It was different from before. Emotional and contemplative. And so intense.
It was already very late - or should I say early - when Edward helped me into the top of his pajamas and I snuggled up to him.
"I love you, Bella. I cannot be without you!" he whispered, as I was already almost asleep.
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