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A Little for Edward

Chapter 13

Disapproving Looks

The air was warm and lazy, the sky was a brilliant blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily across the horizon. The sun was high in the sky, bathing everything in its golden light.

Edward and Little One were sprawled out on their poolside loungers, their bodies glistening with sunscreen. They were in California, on vacation, and today they'd decided to spend the day by the pool. After a leisurely breakfast in bed, they'd finally made their way outside, and now they were just soaking up the rays and enjoying each other's company.

Their conversation drifted back and forth between idle gossip and light-hearted reminiscing. Isabella told Edward about a funny video she'd seen online, and he laughed heartily, a deep, genuine sound that warmed her heart.

As they talked, they occasionally glanced around, taking in the beauty of their surroundings. The palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, their fronds rustling like leaves. A group of children played tag by the shallow end of the pool, squealing with delight as they chased each other. It was the perfect scene of a carefree, relaxing day at the pool.

But amidst this idyllic setting, Edward couldn't help but feel a pang of unease whenever he caught someone looking at them. There were a few men who couldn't seem to keep their eyes off of Isabella, their gazes lingering a little too long. It made him feel possessive, protective. He wanted to make sure she was safe.

Back in the pool, Little One, on the other hand, was mostly oblivious to the attention. She was too busy enjoying herself, laughing and splashing him whenever he wasn't looking. Her carefree spirit was infectious, and it made him smile despite his growing unease.

She wore one of the bathing suits he'd bought for her. The one that accentuated her toned figure, his mouth watered at the sight of his Little. Edward sat up in his chair, his muscular arms crossed over his chest as he watched her. He couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness whenever someone else looked at her too long.

He was trying to have a good time, but he couldn't. He glanced around, noticing a group of older women giving them the stink eye. They were whispering to each other, clearly disapproving of their relationship. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but it never failed to irritate him. He knew that people judged them based on their age difference.

Little One, didn't notice too busy enjoying the warm sun on her skin and the cool water lapping at her body. Her laughter rang out across the pool, making the women sneer and gossip even more. Edward, however, was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the situation. He felt a possessiveness welling up inside him as he watched people ogle Isabella and whisper about them. He wanted to protect her, to keep her safe from their judgmental stares. The way those women were looking at them, the way they whispered... It was as if they were trying to tell him something, make him realize that what they had was wrong. But he knew better.

He grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, he leaned in closer and kissed her passionately. Breathless she looked up at him, her eyes shining with adoration and trust.

Edward couldn't help but feel a surge of anger whenever someone else dared to comment on their relationship. It was as if they were trying to tear them apart, to make them doubt what they had. But they were wrong. Isabella was everything to him.

He pulled her closer again, kissing her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers in a desperate attempt to mark his territory. The kiss was intense, leaving no room for doubt about where they stood. The woman who had complained gasped audibly, her face flushing with anger or jealousy, he didn't know which.

She pulled away from the kiss, her cheeks flushed as well, but not with desire. She felt a sudden rush of self-consciousness wash over her. "Daddy...," she stammered, glancing nervously around at the other people in the pool. His eyes darted around the area, "Maybe we should find a more private place to continue... our fun."

Edward nodded in agreement, and Little One couldn't help feeling a pang of disappointment. She wanted to continue having fun in the pool. Isabella felt self-conscious about their display of affection, wondering if anyone else was talking about them behind their backs.

Edward glanced at the woman who had complained earlier, wondering if she was still upset. The woman was now talking to her friend, gesturing wildly in their direction. Isabella couldn't help but feel a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck. He seemed to sense her discomfort and reached out, taking her hand in his.

"Hey, it's okay," he murmured, squeezing her fingers gently.

"We're just having fun. We don't have to please anyone, you know?" He leaned in closer, kissing her temple, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her at his reassurance.

The woman who had complained continued to glare in their direction, her expression unreadable. Little One felt a pang of guilt, wishing she could somehow make things better. But at the same time, she knew that they couldn't help who they were or what they enjoyed.

Edward must have sensed her discomfort, because he leaned in closer, his voice soft and reassuring. "Hey, it's okay. We're just enjoying ourselves. We can't help it if some people don't understand." He kissed her lightly on the lips, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back as they walked back to their loungers.

Isabella smiled up at him, feeling the tension between them begin to ease. She knew he was right; they shouldn't let the opinions of others ruin their time together.

As they continued to sit there, the woman who had complained earlier finally moved on, apparently losing interest in them. Little one exhaled a shaky breath, relieved that the confrontation was over. She turned her attention back to Edward, concerned by the look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry about that, Daddy," she murmured, "I didn't mean to draw attention to us."

Edward shrugged, not looking the least bit apologetic. "They shouldn't be staring in the first place." He took a sip of his drink before continuing, "Besides, we're just having fun. We shouldn't let them ruin that." Little One gave him a small smile.

After sitting for a while, she decided to dip her legs in the pool for a few minutes. After that she got thirsty and went to get something at the bar. She ordered another virgin Shirley Temple and paid for her drink. While she waited she noticed a group of guys looking at her. Isabella felt uneasy, she looked for Edward, but he wasn't there.

The bartender handed Isabella her drink, she decided to sit on the bar to enjoy it until Edward returned. As she took another sip of her drink, she noticed that some guys were looking at her, and one of them was walking towards her. He was tall and well-built. He looked a little like her friend Jacob, Mommy Renee's Little.

"Hey there, beautiful," he drawled, "mind if I buy you a drink?"

Isabella didn't smile, already regretting her decision to come to the bar. "Thanks, but I'm actually with someone." She gestured over to where Edward had been standing just a moment ago.

The guy's face flushed with anger, and she could see the frustration in his eyes. "Oh, him?" he scoffed. "He's nothin' special. I could do better."

Her heart skipped a beat as he said this, but she refused to let him see the effect he was having on her. She steeled herself, trying to muster up some of the confidence that she usually felt around Edward. "Well, I'm sure you could," she replied coolly. "But I'm not interested in anyone else."

Just as she was about to turn back to the bar, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around, her heart racing, half-expecting to see another guy from the group. But it was Edward, his face etched with concern.

"What's going on here? Is he bothering you?" Isabella nodded as she cowered behind him.

The guy's face turned a deep shade of red, and before he could say anything else, he stomped off in the direction of the other guys. Little One let out a shaky breath, grateful that he didn't make a scene. But she couldn't shake the feeling that there were more like him out there, just waiting for an opportunity to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

She nodded, her throat feeling tight. "Yeah," she admitted.

Edward's expression softened, and he pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Hey, it's okay. I'm here now. I'll never let anyone hurt you," he said gently. She leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, and for a moment, they just stood there, lost in their own little bubble.

But even as he savored the feeling of being close to her, he couldn't help but wonder how long it would last. How long before someone else came along and tried to tear them apart? The world outside of this hotel seemed like a dark and dangerous place, filled with people who didn't understand what they had found in each other. And yet, despite the risks, they were determined to make it work. No matter what people thought.

"I'm tired Daddy," Little one whispered. Edward looked at her, her eyes were silently pleading. He gave the group of guys one last look before wrapping his arm around her and walking back to their room.

As soon as they closed the door behind them, Edward turned to her and cupped her face in his hands. His eyes bore into hers as he said, "You know you're mine, right?" She nodded, feeling a shiver run down her spine.

"Yes, Daddy I'm yours completely, " she said, her voice barely audible.

He leaned forward and kissed her passionately, his tongue dancing with hers. His hands roamed over her body, making her already racing heart beat even faster. She moaned into his mouth, her body craving his touch. He broke the kiss and smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling.

"Come on," he said, taking her hand and leading her toward the bathroom. "Let's take a nice, long bath."

Inside the bathroom, he opened the taps which filled the tub with steaming water. Edward helped little one step out of her bathing suit and lower herself into the water, making sure she was comfortable. After donning his swimming trunks, he climbed in behind her, his body pressing against hers.

The water was soothing and relaxing, but it didn't take long for the heat to make them both break out in a sweat. Edward reached for the bottle of bubble bath on the side of the tub and poured some into the water, creating a cloud of fragrant foam. He then leaned forward and kissed her again, his tongue tangling with hers as his hands explored her body. He played with her soapy breasts puckering her nipples. Little One arched her body towards him, enticing him to keep touching her.

She moaned into his mouth, arching her back as he found her most sensitive spots. His fingers danced along her nipples, circling and teasing until they were hard peaks.

He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, sucking on her skin as he moved lower. His hands found their way between her legs, and she gasped as his fingers parted her folds. He teased her with his touch, circling her clit before finally pressing down.

She arched her back, crying out his name as pleasure coursed through her. His fingers moved faster, and she felt her body begin to tighten, her muscles tensing in anticipation.

"Daddy," she moaned, her voice hoarse with desire.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "I want you so badly," he whispered, his fingers never ceasing their relentless pace. She could feel herself on the edge, so close to losing control.

With one final thrust of his fingers, she cried out a choked "Daddy", her body shuddering with release. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she collapsed back against his chest. He leaned in and kissed her softly.

"Oh, Little one," Edward murmured, his hands moving to her hips as he guided her back to a sitting position.

"I want you so much." He kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as his hands roamed over her wet skin. She could feel the hard length of him pressed against her stomach, and she ached for him inside her.

She reached down and took him in her hand, stroking him gently as she looked into his eyes. "I want you too, Daddy," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing.

He helped her stand up, their bodies slick with soap. He guided her toward the edge of the tub, and she lowered herself down onto him, feeling him fill her in one smooth motion. He groaned, his hands finding purchase on the tiled wall behind her and the edge of the tub as he began to move, their hips meeting in a rhythm that was both slow and controlled.

His thrusts grew deeper, harder, and she met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The tension between them was palpable, their need for each other overwhelming. Isabella arched her back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he drove into her, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythm that seemed to echo through the room. She could feel the heat building inside her, the pressure growing, and she knew she was close.

Edward's breath came in ragged gasps as he looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his voice strained.

He reached down, cupping her breast in his hand, tweaking her nipple as he thrust deeper. She cried out, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her muscles contracted around him, and he followed her over the edge, his hips bucking wildly as he released himself inside her.

Their breathing slowed, their bodies slick with sweat as they clung to each other in the aftermath of their passion. Edward lowered his head, kissing her tenderly, his lips soft against hers. "That was... incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. Little One wrapped her arms around him, feeling the heat of his skin against hers, the hard length of him still buried inside her.

"Daddy, I want you forever," Isabella whispered, nestling her head against his shoulder. He smiled, kissing her forehead. His hands then moved to her hips. With a slow, steady thrust, he began to move again.

Their fucking was slow and sensual, each touch and caress imbued with a depth of feeling that left him breathless. They fucked in the water, on the floor, against the tiled wall, their lust and desire consuming them entirely. When they finally collapsed together onto the bed, spent and satisfied, he knew that in her he had found something rare and precious.

After they came down from the high Edward rolled onto his side and he looked down at her.

"So, do you think we should leave the hotel and go to the beach house early?" he asked, running a finger along her jawline.

Isabella blinked up at him, the memory of their passionate encounter still lingering. "I... I don't know," she replied, still panting. He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"It's up to you. We could stay here and make the most out of the time left here at the hotel, or we could head to the beach house early and enjoy some quiet time together before we go to Disney and enjoy the rest of the trip. What do you think?" He traced a finger along her collarbone, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Little One hesitated for a moment, savoring the warmth of his touch. "I guess... I guess we could go even though the hotel's so nice, and we've only just started exploring and enjoying the amenities. Would we be away from prying eyes at the beach house?" She nestled closer to him, feeling the weight of his body against hers.

"More or less, the house is pretty private and that area of the beach is mainly used by people staying at the neighboring houses," Edward explained.

"Do you feel comfortable here?" He asked her.

"Not after what happened earlier," she said in a sad tone.

"Could I think about it?" He nodded, his breath hot against her ear. "Of course. We can do whatever you want." Edward rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She straddled his hips, their eyes locked as she felt him growing hard again.

"Whatever you decide, just say the word." He reached up, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of the bed sheet covering her body.

She leaned down, pressing her lips against his. "Thank you for taking care of me Daddy," she whispered before moving her hips in a slow, sensual grind.

Is Edward at his breaking point with the way everyone around them is acting? What about his thoughts? Why do you think he feels Isabella will go with someone else when he knows how she feels about abandonment? Is he being immature or are his feelings valid?

In case you didn't know I updated Double Deceit. Chapter 16 is up!

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