I know, it's been a while. I have valid excuses! School has been a huge bitch, and now that finals are over (sorta) I can get back into writing again!
A few shout-outs this week: To vegenosferatu for reading my entire story in one night! To lynntjtax for her desire for Edward's morning log...alas, it shall never be (I am greatly saddened by this). And to cullenitis for loving all of my favorite parts, laughing at the best parts, and for reviewing each and every chapter! You're the best! And as always, to Jasmine.
Stephenie Meyer owns everything, including my heart on ice in a cooler.
EPOV
A shockwave went through my body as I realized the gravity of her words. I knew it would be best to wait a while longer to make this really count, but Bella made it so very difficult for me. I figured what the hell, I want it, she wants it, let's fucking do it. I was aware of how teenage boyish that sounded, but at the moment I didn't give a damn. All I wanted and needed was Bella, in my bed, naked.
I pulled her body close to mine, her barely covered breasts pushed into my chest and my erection straining against my work pants, desperately trying to reach it's goal. It's warm, hot, wet, goal…
She grabbed my hand, obviously hot and bothered as well, and pulled me out of the office building. I could have sworn I saw Emmett give me a thumbs up, and then Rosalie smack him on the back of the head.
We rode back in our separate cars, and on the way back I thought about whether or not that was good or bad. I wanted her near me, but no doubt she would try and rub me all the way home, and I was sure that I would crash the car with all that distraction. I decided it was best she was in her truck and I in the Volvo.
I must have broken every speed limit on every Seattle street we cruised but I didn't care. I needed to get home and fast before I would fuckin' jizz in my pants from thinking about Bella's warmth around my cock…
Her truck chugged into the parking lot at the same time my Volvo glided right in. I zipped right out of my car and grabbed her hand, running for the lobby. The clerk gave us a dirty look, obviously because he knew what we were doing and he was jealous for not getting some himself. In T-minus 20 seconds he was going to jack off, guaranteed.
The elevator doors closed and Bella pounced on me, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I grasped her ass firmly and roughly with my hands, grinding her into my hard-on to the point of pain. But she fucking seemed to like it because she pulled on my hair and groaned a bit too loudly for the average elevator ride. I sucked hard on her neck, officially marking her as my own. She smiled and squirmed, and we were finally on our floor. The doors opened and there wasn't anyone around; they were most likely sleeping.
I walked her to my room, still holding her legs firmly around my waist. I propped her up against the wall with a thud, and she giggled as I searched for my keys. After much frustration and several teases by Bella, we were finally inside. I kneaded by hands around her ass, grasping greedily at the sensuous flesh there. My hands were up the skirt of her dress, when I remembered she was going commando.
"Fuck," I groaned.
"I knew you'd like it," she whispered seductively in my ear after I threw her on my bed. Sweet. Our first fuck as a couple was going to be christened in my bed. It's only fair.
I ripped that teasing dress of hers off her body immediately and threw it somewhere. I couldn't help myself as I gazed upon her sexy nude body. She looked so fuckable and so god damn sexy. I needed her fucking now. I sucked and bit at her nipple ferociously, using my fingers to pinch and squeeze the other one. I pulled a bit and she moaned loudly. I wanted to hear more. I needed to hear her scream my fucking name; it was so fucking hot, I could get off on just that.
Without warning I plunged two fingers into her hot, wet, core and she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"FUCK!" I caught her off guard and her eyes opened as far as they would go. I pumped in and out of her, sucking at her neck and using my thumb to rub her clit in fast circles. Her moans were more frequent and even louder now.
"Unnhhh! Edward! More more more!" She was screaming, coming when I pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger. My erection hurt like a bitch against my pants and Bella made short work of them, almost ripping them in a frenzy to take them off. She was panting and smirking and looking all fucking sexy, when it fucking happened.
"I HEAR WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE!" A shrill voice and banging on my door interrupted our steamy session.
"MRS. NORRIS CAN SMELL THE WHOOPEE!" It was Sue. Sue and her god damn cat, Mrs. Norris. I wanted to fucking die. I wanted to rip a tree from its root and throw it. I was so pissed as I pulled my pants on and went to send Sue away.
I answered the door to her screaming in my face.
"How dare you disobey the rules!"
"Calm down, there are people sleeping!" I yelled back.
"You guys are the ones waking up the entire floor!"
"Yes, we're sorry, it won't happen again." I shut the door in her face. She kept yelling and knocking for a minute, and then eventually stopped. She wasn't gone…oh no, not at all. She was most definitely waiting outside my door, crouched in the war position, ready to pounce at us if we started up again.
I returned to the bedroom to see Bella in an old U of Illinois T-shirt of mine. I stared at her, a bit confused, when she spoke.
"Ehhhh I think we should get to bed. I'm tired, and Sue kind of creeped me out."
My mouth dropped open. She came over to me to close my jaw with her finger, placed a soft kiss on my lips, then went over to my bed to curl up for sleep.
"Sue fucking cockblocked me. What the hell is with everyone?! First Tyler, then Emmett, and now Sue!" It was ridiculous. Bella giggled.
"And you," I said, "cockblocked me too!" I threw up my arms in frustration and stripped my shirt and pants off, only standing in my boxers. I was going to make it fucking difficult for her. She would wish she had let us finish.
I moved towards her after getting in bed, unassuming. I started to trace her arms lightly. Nothing too crazy, just enough to start. I moved my hand to her breasts and rubbed her nipples through the fabric of the T-shirt. She gasped and closed her eyes, trying to resist me. Oh no you don't. I moved my hands down to her leg and worked my way up to her wet pussy. I grit my teeth so as to not bother already irritated Little Eddie. I traced my fingers lightly around, skipping her sensitive bundle of nerves and pinching at her folds. Her lips parted and she sucked in a big breath. I stopped and her eyes shot wide open. I looked right at her when I sucked her wetness off my fingers.
"You're fucking delicious," I said. I moved and delved my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself. "Goodnight," was all I left her with, and I rolled over into a deep sleep, smiling. Victory.
***
Sometime in the middle of the night I started to have the most wonderful dream. I groaned as a I felt my cock start to harden with each stroke of her hand. She worked faster and faster. The dream was so vivid…too vivid. I awoke and opened my eyes to find Bella stroking me through my boxers.
My eyes widened and I was shocked. "Bella? What are you doing?"
She smiled seductively and answered, "Giving you a wake-up call." She pulled my boxers off with the grace and swiftness of a ballet dancer, and took my shaft in her mouth.
I threw my head back. "Fuckin' good wake-up call," I groaned as I felt her perfect, hot, wet, mouth around my length. She giggled, sending the vibrations of her action through my hard-on and my entire body. I bucked my hips upward in extreme pleasure. My thrusts sent my cock deeper into her mouth, hitting the very back of her throat. I was afraid for a moment that I hurt her, or perhaps made her extremely uncomfortable. I locked eyes with her and searched frantically for some sign. She smiled and continued her back and forth motions with her mouth. Her teeth scraped across my cock and I was done for. I screamed as my incredible orgasm ripped through my body, sending shockwaves of pleasure though me. I spilled my cum into her mouth and she took it all and swallowed like a champ. A god damn sexy fucking champ.
I lay panting on the bed, my chest heaving with each deep breath I took.
"I couldn't wait for you any longer," Bella said, her eyes clouded with lust. "I had to wake you up. You think you could get away with that little stunt of yours last night, did you? Well you were mistaken. I was so fucking horny all god damn night with you and that perfect cock of yours laying right next to me. I need to feel you so deep inside me you'll never be able to leave. I'm going to fuck you senseless, Edward. I'm going to fuck you until you can't goddamn walk."
My dick sprung to life at her speech. It was so fucking hot. She was so fucking hot. She tossed her hair behind her shoulders as she ripped her clothes off her body quickly. I could tell she was as desperate as I was for some friction. We'd abstained from having sex, solely because I was trying to be a gentleman, but god damnit I needed her and I needed her now.
She was completely naked now, and I latched my mouth onto her left nipple, biting and sucking at the sensitive flesh. My actions elicited a moan as she threw her head back, whispering my name. "Edward," she said.
"That's not good enough. I want you to fucking scream."
She smiled and looked me straight in the eye. "It will be me making you scream."
I gulped and she laughed. She straddled me and took my hard length in her hand, stroking her folds with it, spreading her warm juices around on the tip of my cock.
"Unnhhh, Bella," I pleaded, "you're killing me. I fucking need you now."
She positioned my tip right at her entrance and slammed down on me in one swift motion. We both screamed simultaneously at the sensation of becoming one. She swiveled her hips as she started to ride me, slow at first, then harder and harder. The only sounds were our groans, moans, and screams, and the slapping and crashing of our bodies together.
"Fuck, Bella. You look so fucking hot bouncing up and down on my cock. Those delicious tits right in my face," I managed to get out as I bit down roughly on her right nipple.
"Edward!" She screamed as she rode me harder. She gripped the headboard behind me for leverage and fucked me with short, quick, thrusts. "You fucking like that, baby? The way I ride you?"
I nodded, my orgasm approaching. Her hand snaked down slowly over her abdomen to where our bodies were connected, using her index finger to rub slow circles around her clit. I groaned; I was almost gone.
"You like that? Tell me," she taunted.
"Fuck yes, baby. Touch yourself…unnhhh just like that."
I bucked my hips up to meet her, our thrusts becoming faster and more erratic, her finger working mercilessly to rub her clit. She pinched the bundle of nerves roughly and screamed out my name as her orgasm blew up.
"Edwarrrdddd unnnnhhhh fuck!" She screamed, and I came with her, screaming equally as loud.
"BELLAAAA!"
Her head rested on my shoulder as we breathed for the first time since we started this whole thing. We stayed there, panting. It felt good to be inside her, and stay inside her. I never wanted her to fucking leave. Never.
She lifted herself off of me, much to my chagrin, and laid next to me, her head on my shoulder. It was a beautiful, silent moment.
"I HEARD THE SCREAMING IN THERE! I HEARD THE WHOOPEE!"
Well, almost silent. I decided to let this bitch know where she stood.
"SHUT UP YOU GOD DAMN HAG!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping she would go away. Apparently she did, because we heard nothing after that. Bella erupted into a fit of giggles.
My alarm went off, alerting me that it was time to get ready for work. But I didn't want to. I groaned and shut it off, the shrill noise stopping. All I wanted to do was lay in bed with my Bella.
"Do you really have to go to work?" she asked, her swollen, plump lips in a pout.
The gears in my head turned. It was only last week that I took a vacation, but what the hell? I had never taken a sick day in my entire years with Worktank. Demetri wouldn't mind and he owed me a favor anyway. Yes, I think this could work out.
"Bella, I just need to make a quick call into the office. Then I'm going to shower."
She nodded, a little upset. She wouldn't be for long, however.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the phone of the table. I dialed the office, when Shelley's voice came through.
"Worktank Advertising Agency, this is Shelley Cope, how may I help you?"
"It's Edward," I said in the best sick voice I could.
"Edward, you sound terrible!"
"I'm not feeling well. I woke up with this awful sore throat and I can't stop sneezing. I'm just calling to let you know that I won't be coming into work today."
"I'll let Demetri know, Edward. You just get some rest."
"Thanks, Shell." I threw in a hacking cough for good measure, then hung up.
I walked back into the bedroom where I found Bella slipping on an old high school baseball shirt on of mine. She looked so sexy, her creamy thighs exposed, the shirt just barely covering her round, perfect little ass.
Her breath hitched when she saw me walk in. I realized I was completely naked, and I laughed at the effect it had on her.
"You're so fucking hot," she said. I slipped on some new boxers and chuckled.
"Why thank you. Oh, and by the way, Bella…I called in sick."
Her mouth broke into the biggest smile I had ever seen, and she ran up to me and jumped in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. She placed light, fluttery little kisses all over my face. Clearly she was happy.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!! I'm so happy you're staying!"
I kissed her once on the lips, laughing once again at her behavior around me.
"If you'll let me take a quick shower, we can lay around all day."
"I'm coming with you!" she said as she followed me into the bathroom. I loved showering with Bella. Part of it was because she was so playful, and I loved the feeling of washing each other. The other part of it was because she was such a seductress. I warned her about teasing me before we got in but she completely ignored me…which worked out for the best, because two minutes into the shower I was thrusting my cock in and out of her. Needless to say, I was a bit worn out from the morning's activities. She put my baseball T-shirt back on and I put my boxers and a wife beater tee, we went into the living room and snuggled on the couch. Just me and my girl. We laid there till about 10, drifting in and out of sleep, both tired by the teasing last night, our early morning wake up call, and the fun shower we just had. Bella commented that she wanted to watch the news, so I grabbed the remote and tuned into Fox News.
"Our top story this morning…the serial killer that escaped from Ohio, whose name has now been released as James Campbell, was last spotted in a far West town in Montana. Four people have been slain since the man's break out, and the president has urged the American public to be aware, and keep constant vigilance. Onto the weather…"
The news reporter droned on. I didn't hear what the weather would be like today because I was too busy thinking about that James Campbell guy. I had heard the news about his break-out briefly, but I didn't realize how fast he was moving. If it was any other time, I would have wondered how he had been doing it. All that mattered was that he was too close to Seattle, and too close to my Bella. I felt a surge of hatred and protectiveness as I thought of what could happen if he got any closer. I gripped my hands into a pillow nearby. Bella must have felt me get tense, because she turned around in my lap and looked at me with concern.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I want you to be more careful from now on, Bella."
"I'll be fine! They'll catch him in no time."
"No!" I yelled. "I don't feel comfortable with you driving to and from work on your own. This guy is moving way too fast and I don't want you to get hurt." If anything happened to this woman, my woman, I don't know what I'd do.
She threw her hands up in surrender and said, "Alright, I promise."
"I'll take you to and from work," I said reasonably.
"What? No, that's totally unnecessary."
"Please, Bella," I pleaded, more scared than angry now. "Let me do this?"
"Alright," she said. I kissed her lightly on the nose and we sat watching the news for a little while longer. Before long both of us were starved, so I made us a couple of scrambled eggs and hashed browns. We sat at my table, talking lightly and drinking coffee. I got the paper from outside my door and sat back down, laughing at how much it reminded me of my parents.
I heard Bella get up and put her dishes in the sink, and then there was a shriek.
"What? What's wrong?" I turned around, scared she had hurt herself.
She pointed to the newspaper I had been holding and said one word. "Carnival!"
I looked at the page she was gesturing at and sure enough, there was a carnival in Belltown opening today at 5:30 PM.
"Does little Bella want to go to the carnival?" I asked in a babying voice.
She jumped up and down like a toddler and squealed. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Pretty please can we go to the carnival?" She hopped into my lap, her arms wrapped around my neck. I twisted my face to look like I was making a tough decision.
"Well…alright," I said, and she kissed me sweetly on the mouth, and followed suit by jumping up and down all over the kitchen.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, amused.
"My happy dance," she replied simply, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for a 25 year old to act like she was 2.
We spent the rest of the day goofing off, watching movies, having pillow fights, playing Monopoly. It was such a relaxing and wonderful day. There was a moment when I looked into her eyes, as cliché as that sounds, and found everything I wanted in a woman. She kissed me passionately then, and I almost thought I wasn't going to let her leave to go to the carnival, and make her mine over and over again on my couch. But I decided that was a tad too selfish (though Little Eddie didn't seem to think so) and I let her go over to her apartment to change.
While she was getting dressed, I put a pair of black jeans and a gray T-shirt on with a pair of Chucks. I put some deodorant on after taking an almost fatal whiff of my arm pits, grabbed my keys and wallet, and walked across the hall to pick her up for our date. I knocked three times and waited less than five seconds. She opened the door with her eyes sparkling and her smile as wide as it could go. She was wearing a light green T-shirt and dark wash jean shorts, the ones that hugged her ass oh-so-right. She, too, had Converse on, and I chuckled.
"We match," I said, and took her hand in mine as we walked to the elevator together.
We took the Volvo to the carnival and it was a short ride. I made sure to tell her she looked beautiful about a thousand times before she told me to shut up already or she wouldn't screw me for a week. I was quiet the entire way after that; I made sure of it.
I parked the car in a spot near the entrance and I got out of the car, quickly walking around to her side to get the door for her.
"Thank you, sir," she said, and I entwined our fingers together and we made our way into the carnival.
There were flashing lights everywhere, carnival music blaring, the sounds of little kids running and their parents yelling after them. Teenagers tried to look like they were too cool to be there, but deep down you knew they so wanted to run around like those little kids. Sound effects from the games were going off and there were food stands all around. It was quite a sight. I looked over at Bella and saw her eyes open wide and sparkling, like one of those little children. She bit her lip, gazing all around at the sight before her. When her eyes rested upon each ride I heard a sharp intake of breath as she said "wow" and smiled at the thought of going on each and every one of them. Isabella Swan looked so cute and innocent in that moment. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted to take a picture of it in my mind and store it away in my mind so that I could view it as often as I wanted. She looked at me, smiling, clearly excited. I smiled back as we walked over to the ticket booth.
"Two wristbands, please," I said, and handed the man $40. Expensive, yes, but anything to please Bella.
"Please let me pay for my half," she pleaded with me.
"Nope. I'm taking you out. It's only fair."She sulked for a minute until we approached the line for the roller coaster. We were third in line, so thankfully she wouldn't have to jump up and down in her place for too long until we boarded the ride.
When it was our turn we showed the man our wristbands and sat at the front of the coaster. I made sure Bella was secure in her seat, and the man did as well. We were all buckled in when I held her hand.
"Scared?" she asked.
"No," I said. "Can't a guy hold his girlfriend's hand?"
She shrugged and smiled. "I suppose."
The man operating the ride pushed the button and we started around the corner and inched up the ramp slowly, my stomach doing flips as the anticipation kept building. Bella kept whooping and yelling "oh yeah!". Something told me this was a tradition of hers. We plunged down the ramp in an instant, Bella's and my hands up in the air, enjoying the wind whipping at our faces, screaming like teenagers. We swerved, turned and looped, and all too soon we were back at the stop position, and it was time to get off.
Once back on the grass, Bella lunged and threw her hands up in the air in that 'rock on' symbol.
"That was SO badass!" she screamed, and I doubled over in laughter.
"Bella, you're silly."
We went on all the rides they would let us on. After a while Bella and I got hungry, so we both got a hot dog and sat down at one of the picnic tables.
"Are you enjoying yourself so far?" I asked.
"Are you kidding? This is great!" she enthused.
"Good. I'm glad."
We finished up our food and I bought us a lemonade to share. We walked around the carnival, hand in hand, looking around at everything, commenting on random things that would pop into our minds. I saw the old classic game: The milk bottle game. The one where you have to knock the bottles down with a baseball.
"Let's go over here," I said, and I pulled her along.
"Hey, what can I do for ya?" The carnie asked.
"Three balls, please," I said, and he handed them to me, and I gave him a five dollar bill. I turned to Bella and I could already tell she knew what I was doing.
"You're trying to win a prize for me!" She looked absolutely ecstatic.
I threw the first ball and it narrowly missed the center. I took a deep breath, focusing everything on Varsity high school baseball. I 'got my head in the game' and threw the second ball, completely demolishing the bottles.
"Yay!" I heard Bella yell, and I hugged her tightly. The carnie gestured for her to choose a stuffed animal, and she picked a stuffed dog. She held it close to her and we walked away from the booth.
We walked around for another 15 minutes and all she could do was hug and kiss that stuffed animal! God damn dog… How pathetic. I'm jealous of a stuffed animal.
"I think you like him more than you like me," I said, joking around.
She feigned shock. "Never!" she replied dramatically as she kissed me very passionately, to the disgust of the family we were standing right in front of.
"I'm convinced," I said. Something dawned on me. "Hey, Bella? You're an expert of carnivals, right?"
She nodded.
"Where's the tunnel of love?"
She stopped and gasped, as if I had said the most dirty and frightful thing in the world.
"There is no tunnel of love! That's just a god damn myth, a fabrication made by the media! Never, in all my years of carnival-going, have I ever, ever, seen a tunnel of love."
"Alright, alright! Geez, calm down, ya wacko. May I take you on the Ferris wheel as an apology, then?"
"Yes you may."
We showed the man with the name tag "Gil" our wristbands and got into the box. He pushed the button and we started moving. Bella snuggled in closely to me, laying her face in my chest as I wrapped my arm around her and kissed the top of her hair, smelling the sweet aroma of strawberries in her brunette locks. It was a perfect moment, a wonderfully romantic moment. Putting aside all the fuck sessions we seemed to keep having, I felt we had something really substantial besides the sex. We could just sit here, calmly and without teasing, and gaze up at the stars of impending night, without feeling fidgety or bored. I loved what we had going on here, and I was so happy that I had decided to welcome Bella to our apartment building that fateful moving day.
I hope you all liked it! It was a killer to write with all that teasing and all those lemons, so I hope you appreciate them all! I liked the fluff that was packed in here too, though.
There are a few easter eggs in there...some only Jasmine will get, but I believe there are two or three that you guys might be able to pick up on as well!
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