Chapter 38

"Oh, Paul, it is beautiful!" Bella gasped. Through the window, she saw a … what did she see?

"What place is this?"

"This is a treehouse with one big king-size bed, cozy couch and a fireplace and a hot tub outside, and a big fridge," Paul told her and nuzzled her neck and kissed behind her ear. Bella leaned into his body and sighed happily.

The place looked fantastic. The place looked straight from a fairytale with thousands of little fairy lights.

They got out of the car. Sam came out from the driver's seat and whistled.

"This place looks awesome in the dark with all those lights," he said.

"Yeah, it looks damn good. Hey, thanks, man, for driving us here. I've booked this until Saturday. We can call Uber to pick us up," Paul said to Sam.

"Nah, I want to come. It's not a long drive. Just let me know the time. Have fun, honeybirds."

And then he drove off.

Paul grabbed Bella into his arms and leaned down to kiss her.

"We're going inside, and we take our clothes off, and we don't put them on for three days, hmm? Would that suit my beautiful wife?"

"That sounds absolutely perfect, my gorgeous husband," Bella sighed into Paul's hot mouth.

Paul took their bags and led the way to the treehouse. There was a bridge leading to the porch. It was beautifully lit, as was every place Bella laid her eyes on.

"I have to take a photo," she said, rummaging into her purse to find her mobile. Jessica had forced her to use her black leather purse, which felt strange.

"Your bag is hideous," Jessica had said to her. Sarah had been on a video chat then, and she had hollered to Jessica, "I hear ya sista! Bella, you need to burn that hideous thing."

"My dear husband would you turn around so I can take a photo of your sexy face," Bella said to Paul, who was carrying their bags inside. He turned around and flashed his signature smile. At that moment she felt so happy, she didn't know which way was up and which down.

"We need one together," Paul said, dropping the bags and coming to her. He wound his arm around her shoulders and pressed her tightly against his chest; he took her phone, stretched his other arm, and snapped a few selfies of them.

"Now, I want to carry my wife over the threshold." He swept her into his arms. Bella shrieked in surprise.

Paul walked to the door and opened it.

"Wow," they both gasped at the same time.

Inside, the treehouse was even more amazing than from the outside. It had two levels; on the first level, there was a living space with a cozy-looking couch, a burning log fire, and a little kitchen with a small breakfast table for two. On the table by the sofa was a champagne bottle in a cooler with two glasses and some deliciously-looking snacks.

The second level was open, and you could see the big bed with many cushions. Everything was beautifully lit and looked so cozy and warm. Paul placed Bella on the floor and went to get their bags.

"This is absolutely perfect, Paul. I don't think I want ever leave this place," Bella said when Paul returned with their bags. She snaked her arms behind Paul's neck and pulled his head down so she could kiss him.

"We can always come back," Paul said and deepened the kiss.

"Let's make a deal that we come here every year on New Year's Eve to celebrate us," he said.

"Oh, I love that idea." She really did.

"We got here everything we need. No need to leave the place if we don't want to. The fridge is stocked with food, and it is prepared, so all we have to do is to warm it in the oven." Paul said, tightening his arms around her.

"When did you arrange all this?" Bella asked, astonished.

"I drove here with Sam and Jared last night, and we brought the food. The owner has organized the lights and the champagne and the nibbles."

"I need to go to the bathroom. Don't you dare take anything off. I've been waiting the whole day to peel your sexy outfit off piece by piece," she kissed Paul and went to look for the bathroom.

"Oh, we think alike, my gorgeous wife," Paul said and went to the lounge to open the champagne.

When Bella came from the bathroom, she gasped. Paul was leaning against the back of the couch; his legs crossed at the ankles. He held a champagne glass in both hands, resting on the backrest. The fire was cracking behind his back. The sight made her heart rate spike up, and as their eyes locked, every nerve in her body was set on fire, desire pulsing between her legs, matching her heartbeat. This man was her husband. Love of her life. Her second half. Her lover. Her best friend. How had she been so lucky to have this man as hers? Her heart was bursting with happiness and joy.

She walked slowly toward him, never taking her eyes off his, and took the glass he handed her. Paul wound his arm around her waist and pulled her firmly against his hard erection sliding his thigh between her legs. She moaned at the contact. They didn't say a word.

Their eyes said it all.

Paul lifted the glass to his lips, not taking his eyes off hers. Bella watched his lips as he poured golden liquid into his mouth. She took a sip too.

Hmmm, it was good. She licked her lips.

Bella grabbed Paul's tie tugging his head closer to her to capture his lips, tasting the champagne on them. She flickered her tongue over his bottom lip. Paul moaned. The kiss took fire fast. Champagne was now spilling to the floor. Paul took her glass and placed it with his glass on the floor.

Bella skimmed her hands over Paul's soft shirt feeling his pecs and nipples that perked under her touch. He kissed her and slid his hand under her dress, kneading her ass and pushing his hard bulge against her.

"Ah, Paul …"

"I want to fuck my wife," he whispered into her ear, sending shivers throughout her body.

Bella loosened Paul's tie, pulled it over his head, and dropped it to the floor. She started to open his shirt with trembling fingers. She wanted him so bad. She twisted buttons open one by one. She glanced up at Paul, who was watching her with hooded eyes; the look on his face made her moan. She untucked the shirt and brushed it open, following the shapes of his shoulders with her hands, she pushed the shirt off. It fell to the couch.

She kissed his chest. Her hands skimmed over his musculature, and she felt him shivering under her touch.

"You taste so good, my dear husband," she murmured, nipping his nipple and making Paul hiss.

Paul opened the zipper of her dress and moved his leg, so the dress slid to the floor. He gasped when he saw Bella in her underwear. He brushed his hands over her body, eyes following their movement.

"Bella, you are so damn beautiful." He kissed her shoulder and brushed her bra strap down her arm. He placed open mouth kisses on the tender spot where the jaw meets the neck, licking and sucking hard, making her moan loudly. His every touch shot electric pulses all over her body.

Paul opened her bra and peeled it off her breasts, kissing between them and kneeling, continuing to kiss down to her belly button. He slid his fingers under her panties, pulling them down and kissing her mound. He got up, lifted her into his arms and carried her bridal style to the stairs, and placed her ass on one step.

He stepped between her legs, and their mouths crashed against each other. Bella fumbled with the button on Paul's pants.

"I want to taste you first, my wife," Paul murmured against her neck. He kissed and nipped his way down her center, lifting her legs over his shoulder. She still had her stay-ups and shoes on. Feeling extra sexy, Bella leaned back on the ladder, grabbing the step above her head.

Paul skimmed his hands over her stocking-glade legs and slipped the shoes off one by one. He kissed his way to her pussy and made one long lick making her jolt. Jesus, she loved this.

"My wife, you taste amazing," Paul hummed into her pussy.

Using his mouth and fingers, her sex god of a husband made her cum crying out his name, and before she had time to realize he was balls deep inside of her filling her completely. His thrusts pulled throaty moans out of them both.

"Ah ..."

"You are mine," Paul panted as he thrust into her. "You're my wife!" he pushed deeper.

"Yes, I'm yours ... ah... my husband," Bella moaned and arched her back. "Fuck me, my dear husband. Your big hard cock is mine forever, ah …"

And Paul did. He grabbed her ass, and her legs were hanging over the crook of his arms, and she felt him plunging deeper, hitting just the right spot. She could never get tired of this. She would want this all the time, forever. She could have this forever.

"I love fucking my wife... Jesus... You feel so good, my wife," Paul panted. He lifted Bella's legs to his shoulders and skimmed them while swiveling his hips, thrusting his wonderful cock deep inside her.

He pulled himself out of her and turned her around, slamming back inside her from behind. Bella grabbed the ladder and arched her back.

"Ah my husband … just like that …"

Paul rammed himself into her with a fierce pace gripping her hips tightly. She met his every thrust with pleasure building inside her. He filled her so completely. Skin slapped against the skin, and Paul's moans and grunts made her whole body quiver. He was so utterly sexy when he sounded like he did.

"I love you, my husband," she panted.

"Cum with me, my wife," Paul lifted her against his body and pinched her clit as he sucked her pulsing point on her neck. His hips started to stutter, and Paul came taking her with him.

They stay joined for a while, catching their breaths. Then Paul slid out of her and turned her around, pressing her against his chest.

"Hot tub outside is ready for us. Should we go?" Paul asked and kissed the top of her head.

"It sounds so relaxing and romantic," Bella sighed.

"There are bathrobes and towels in the bathroom; if you get them, I'll get the champagne and the food."

Paul opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Bella's sleeping face. Her hair was in a big mess all over her face, shoulder, and pillows. She looked damn beautiful. He didn't brush her hair off her face; although his fingers itched, he didn't want her to wake up just yet.

Paul had gotten her a present. They had talked about not getting anything, but he had this for her before they decided to marry. It was a dark grey robe with a similar wolf he had on his upper arm. It was made of very soft merino fleece, and the wolf stitching was on the back. It had been some kind of art fare down at La Push where he'd seen that and had to get it for her. He had first planned to give it to her for Christmas. But now, it was his first gift to his wife.

Paul got up as quietly as possible and went down to make breakfast. He had croissants; he would bake them quickly in the oven, orange juice, fruits, a few different kinds of cheese, and some crackers. He would love to make something special for his wife; he had to smile at that, his fucking wife, but he had promised not to spend time in a kitchen, and this one was quite crappy anyway.

He set the food, plates, and cutlery on the tray and returned to bed. Bella was still sleeping. They hadn't slept much last night.

He laid on his back and put his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes and listened to Bella's soft breathing. Otherwise, it was totally quiet.

His mind drifted to the life they had to return to all too soon. It would be tough to be newlyweds and live separately, although it wasn't anything they hadn't done already. He hoped his anxiety would ease now that she had physical proof that she belonged to him. He still couldn't believe she wanted to mark her skin with his name. It meant a great deal to him.

From year now, they would be able to move together. He had nine to ten months until he would finish his studies and then three months in the restaurant in Port Angeles. His teachers had told him that he had a special gift and was destined to do bigger things than a small restaurant in the little town. But he needed that certificate first. After that, he would move to Seattle, where there were plenty of working opportunities and, more importantly, he could move in with Bella.

Bella stirred next to him and opened her eyes. He loved her sleepy face, the confusion she always had for a second or two before she remembered where she was.

This morning her smile was radiant when she woke up from the haze.

"Good morning, my beautiful wife. Did you sleep well?"

"I slept wonderfully, my dear husband," Bella said.

Paul leaned to kiss her. "I have us some breakfast," Paul told her.

He took the tray and put it on the bed.

"Oh, those croissants look divine. You weren't supposed to bake or cook, remember?"

"It took only 20 minutes in the oven. They were otherwise ready. Now tuck in. I'm starving."

"Quick visit to the bathroom, you'll start." Bella leaned to kiss him and got up from the bed. He marveled at his naked wife as she ascended the stairs and moved around the treehouse.

After she returned, he waited until she had finished her first croissant, moaning how good they were. He couldn't wait any longer.

"Hey baby, I hope you don't get mad, but I got you something. I was going to give it to you on Christmas, but I wanted to give it to you now, my first gift to my wife."

Paul leaned down to the floor, took the gift from beneath the bed, and gave it to Bella.

"Oh, Paul, I knew you would do that," she giggled.

Bella tore off the paper and threw it to the floor.

"What is it? It feels amazing?" Bella brushed her hand over the soft fabric.

"Oh, it has your wolf on it. Paul, it is so beautiful," Bella gasped as she lifted the garment and saw it was a robe. "Thank you, baby. I'll wear it every day of my life."

She leaned to kiss him. She smiled that mischievous smile he loved so much.

"I knew you would give me something, so I got something for you too." Bella got up and went to her weekend bag. She took out a big rectangle-shaped gift and handed it to him.

Paul opened the gift; it was a wooden chopping board.

"The lady in the shop said it is the brand all chefs buy," Bella said enthusiastically, sitting on her knees and leaning closer to him.

Paul turned the board in his hands and skimmed over the smooth wood. It was made of maple. It was brilliant. And on edge, he saw something that made his throat thicken; engraving that said Paul & Bella Lahote 12/31/2019.

"Baby, it's awesome. Thank you so much. This is for sure something I'll use every day of my life," Paul grabbed Bella into his arms.

Bella giggled. "Who would have thought that the infamous Paul Jerome Lahote would end up being a cuddly husband."

"It was the day he met Isabella Marie Swan," Paul nuzzled her neck and sucked her pulsing point. Bella's moan went straight to his dick, and he had to have his wife there and then.

"It was the day, the same day, I may add, that I fell madly in love with the most beautiful, most amazing, the sexiest, the sweetest, and the kindest woman on earth who fucks me to the moon and back."

He pressed her on the mattress and buried himself into her deep moist heat. She wrapped her legs around his waist and propped up against his chest. She kissed his neck and licked his jaw as he rocked into her slowly. Her hair was spilling over his hands and their pillows. She leaned back and moaned deeply, "I love you, Paul."

"I love you, my Bella, my wife, my everything," Paul whispered. He kept rocking into her slowly. Sweet Jesus, this was the meaning of life, his wife moaning his name, sucking him deep in her, making him feel like the ruler of the fucking universe.

Paul rose to a sitting position and took Bella on his lap. They joined again, and he was in heaven. She sucked him deep into her tight hot core and squeezed her muscles deliciously around him as she sucked his earring into her mouth, circling her tongue around it. Paul moaned in ecstasy.

Her hair was falling over his chest when she leaned to kiss him. She got on her knees and sank back on him. Paul squeezed her tightly against his body, pressing her lower back against his thrusts. Her body was dancing on him. He released his tight grip and just kept his hands on her hips, feeling how exquisitely her hips were undulating on him, her inner muscles squeezing him tight. This was art. His wife was a fucking masterpiece.

He leaned back on his hands and marveled at the sight. Bella brushed her hands lightly over his pecs and used her nails on his abbs. He threw his head back with a dark moan. His whole body was on fire. How was it possible to feel this strong? His whole being was wrapped around this woman making love to him.

"You feel like velvet on steel. You are so beautiful," Bella breathed.

She moved her hand where they were joined and as she rubbed herself, her fingers grazed his dick.

"You fill me so completely," she said, looking deep into his eyes.

Suddenly Paul felt overwhelmed. Fuck he couldn't take this anymore like this; it was almost like too strong emotion to handle was washing over him, and he needed to take over to control it. He switched them around, pushed her on the mattress, and thrust as deep as he possibly could.

He attacked her mouth and fucked her with his tongue. Bella whimpered and tugged his hair roughly. It was a cue to him that Bella wanted it rough too.

"Paul!" Bella shouted and arched her back. "Oh, yes, Paul, fuck me!"

"I fuck you, my wife!" He was obsessed with using the word. "My wife! Mine!"

Bella dug her nails to his back and scratched, moaning loudly. He loved the pain it inflicted on him.

"Yes, baby, scratch me!"

He pounded into her with all he had left, and soon Bella screamed as she started milking him, sucking him, and he followed her, shouting her name.

He crashed on her using his arms not to put too much weight on her, but he was totally spent. Fuck, that was intense! He wasn't quite sure what had scared him there for a while. Probably something he should "explore" as Kai had instructed him to do. "You will encounter extreme emotions," he had told him. Well, no shit.

"Oh my God, Paul, you're a beast. I love my beast of a husband," Bella said, giggling, still panting.

"You're a fucking goddess, my dear wife." He would tell her about what happened a little later. Now was time to finish their breakfast and maybe sleep a little.