Fifty-Four
B
Time seems to fly by, and before I know it, my twenty-sixth birthday is only days away.
Edward has insisted that I let him take care of things. He wants to surprise me, and the only information I've been able to finagle out of him is that we're going out of town for an entire week. Not wanting him to do too much, I tried to argue on Rebar's behalf, but it was a weak fight considering we're closed for the next ten days due to remodeling.
Edward's decided to take advantage of the success brought on by our themed-night parties and general turnout. While we're away, Rebar will be getting a fresh coat of paint, the actual bar is getting extended to better accommodate the three now full-time bartenders, and more taps so we can add more draft selections.
The biggest change is the small stage being erected for our latest venture. It was Ben's grand idea that we should host open mic nights, and when Alice found out, she all but begged for a monthly karaoke event. Who is Edward to tell his best friend no?
We threw a going away party for Rebar last night, and at one point, our new bouncer Felix actually had to turn people away.
When Edward asked Emmett if he knew anyone who would be interested in a part-time security stint, Emmett knew who to call. Felix is a disabled army veteran, and while he lacks a right leg, he more than makes up for it by looking and being one intimidating motherfucker. He fits into our ragtag group perfectly and is one of the funniest people once you get to know him. When he's in work mode. Not so much.
Edward makes sure that I wake up the morning we're set to leave for my surprise in the best way. He starts with peppering my face with soft kisses while slipping my nightgown up and over my head. "Bella, baby. Wake up," he coos in my ear.
I fight a smile and pretend to still be asleep while he makes a trail down my neck and stops at my chest.
"Mmm. Perfect tits." He hums and takes one nipple in his mouth, sucking, biting, and tongue flicking while his fingers toy with the other. "Mine."
It takes everything in me to remain still while he works me over, switching to give my breasts equal attention. My thighs clinch together and I grasp the sheets in my hands, fighting the need to moan out loud.
I swear, at one point, I think I'm on the brink of coming, and he hasn't even ventured below the belt. That's new. Edward always knows just what I need without me having to ask for it.
Moments later, he releases my overly sensitive nipple with a pop, and ventures south, nudging my thighs apart so he can fit.
I'm so turned on, I can feel myself leaking, my wetness pooling on the sheets below me.
Edward spreads me wide open for him and takes a deep breath, his exhale is warm and washes over my core. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper.
"So fucking wet for me," he murmurs to himself. "Always so ready."
Using his thumbs to open my lips, he takes one long and slow lick up my slit, sucking my throbbing clit into his mouth and humming. I lose focus and cry out, thrusting my pussy into his face.
Edward chuckles and leans up on his elbow with a cocky smile. "You're a horrible actress."
"I was sleeping," I argue weekly, wiggling my lower half, hoping he'll take the hint and get back to work.
"Sure, you were, baby." He laughs.
"I was." I huff and throw my head back on the pillows.
"How long were you planning on ... sleeping?" he asks, trailing one long finger through my slick folds and gathering my arousal before popping it in his mouth with a groan. "Somnophilia isn't my thing. I like you coherent when I fuck you."
My body thrums at his tone, but then I focus on his words and laugh, flipping him the bird. "Eat me."
"I was." He shimmies and grips my thighs in his strong hands, opening me up again. "I plan to."
He dives in like a starving man, and all I can do is lie back and take it.
His assault is almost feral. Lips, teeth, and tongue. Sucking, biting, and thrusting as I writhe across the bed. And then he adds his fingers, and it's all too much. I explode with a scream, my orgasm so powerful I practically levitate off the bed and gush all over Edward's surprised face.
He buries his face in my pussy, lapping at my juices until I'm begging for him to let me breathe.
His face is soaked as he crawls up my body, dropping kisses and bites.
"Hmm," I groan, cleaning him with my mouth. "I've never done that before."
"Yeah, that was new." He starts to move. "Wanna try again?"
I laugh and grip his shoulders. "Nah, once is good for me. I'd love to come again though. This time, all over your cock."
"Sounds like a plan." He pecks my lips and tells me to roll over and get on my hands and knees.
I'm practically Jell-O as he helps me get into position. I'm facing the headboard, hands buried in the pillows and my knees digging into the mattress.
Edward moves behind me, running his hands over my back, one tugging my hair and the other checking to make sure I'm ready for him. As if I wouldn't be.
He slides his cock through my heat, rubbing the head against my sensitive clit, making me gasp.
"Oh."
He chuckles, slipping just inside me but doesn't move from there. I squirm and whine, pleading for more.
"Shh, baby. No need to beg. You know I'm going to take good care of you." One hand grips my hip and the other tugs on my hair. "I always do. Don't I?"
I nod, despite the delicious hold he has on my ponytail. "Yes—"
With one smooth thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, and I choke on my tongue, eyes rolling into the back of my head.
"Fuck." Edward grunts and sets a fast pace, driving into me with so much force the bed bangs against the wall, and I just know I'm going to feel him for days.
We're both covered in sweat, the sounds of our slick skin slapping together with each thrust spurring him on.
My body is on fire, and I can only cry out, warning Edward that I'm close. He tugs until my back is flush with his chest. His teeth tug on my earlobe, and he releases my hair, only to grab my right hand and press it between my legs.
"Touch yourself, baby," he orders, pressing the heel of my hand against my clit. Our fingers come in contact where we're joined, where he's moving inside me, and I feel his breath hitch. "Fuck me."
I start to laugh, but then he swats my hand away and attacks my bundle of nerves with such ferocity I come apart instantly.
My vision blurs, and I'm screaming as he gives one final thrust, bottoming out and spilling deep inside me with a delicious growl.
I collapse on the bed, gasping for air while my body quakes with aftershocks. I'm in sensory overload as Edward uses the sheet to clean me up. He's gentle, and I'm grateful because I'm so sensitive his touch is almost painful.
When he's finished, he lies down next to me and waits for me to come to him.
Finally, I manage to move, resting my head over his erratically beating heart.
I don't know how long we lie there, catching our breath and floating back down to Earth. Could be minutes, maybe an hour. We don't talk or even move until my stomach growls, breaking the silence.
Edward chuckles and brushes my hair out of my face.
"When do we need to hit the road?" I ask.
"It's about a six-hour drive, so we've got plenty of time if we want to get there by nightfall. Why don't we take a quick shower, and I'll go grab breakfast from Toast while you finish packing your things?"
"You're spoiling me."
"And you're going to let me." He pecks my lips and pulls me out of bed.
After we're clean, Edward leaves me with a parting kiss, and I rush upstairs. Dragging the ottoman from the sitting chair in the corner of our bedroom, I use it as a step stool to reach the highest shelf of the closet.
With shaking hands, I pull down the old shoe box I've kept hidden and dig through the contents until I come across the small box I've been keeping a secret.
A surprise for Edward that will make my birthday even more perfect.