So, how do we like FighterWard? Isn't he swoon-worthy? Anyway, I hope you're enjoying the story ... What's up next?
Next chapter will have some citrusy goodness ... like the entire chapter will be them teasing, tasting and loving.
What I own: A clean car ... my Green Machine got a bath today!
What I don't: Twilight
Chapter Thirty-Four
God, it had been so long for both of them.
"I think ... we need to go back to the hotel," Bella squeaked as Edward's hand inched closer to her center. "I ... I need a cold shower and a fresh pair of panties."
"I've been hard most of lunch," Edward growled, tossing some cash on the table. "I need more than a cold shower. We have a date with our bed ..."
"Oooh, yes and please," Bella breathed. Edward grabbed her hand, twining their fingers together and practically dragging her back to his car.
Show time!
The drive back to the hotel was torturous. The restaurant was near the hotel, but traffic was bumper to bumper. It took them twenty minutes to get to the hotel, using the valet to park the Volvo. In the lobby, they walked with a purpose to the bank of elevators only to be stymied by Alice and Jasper. "Hey guys, we're heading out get a late lunch. Want to join?" Alice asked.
Edward pulled Bella in front of him, presumably to hide his erection or to taunt her with each slow pass of his hips. "Thanks for the offer, Alice, but we just came from lunch," Bella responded breathily. "I have a migraine and we're going to lay down before heading back to the hospital."
"Okay," Alice nodded. "I hope you feel better." She hugged Bella, leaving with Jasper.
Bella watched them leave the hotel, grabbing Edward's hand and pulling him into an open elevator car. Once the doors closed, Edward bent down and kissed the hell out of Bella. He easily picked her up, pinning her against the wall of the lift. Teeth clashed, tongued tangled and Bella's hands pulled on Edward's hair.
"Mommy? Why is that man sucking that lady's face?" came a young voice.
"Shit," Edward hissed, lowering Bella back to her feet. His face flamed as he looked at the little girl and her mother. "My apologies."
"Oh, to be young and in love," the woman snickered. Blinking to Bella, she gave her a wink. "Lucky girl."
"No, ma'am. I'm the lucky one," Edward said, sliding his arm around Bella's waist and kissing her temple.
The mother and child stepped off the elevator, heading toward one of the ballrooms. The door closed and Edward nuzzled Bella's neck. "We need to behave, Edward," she chided. "As much as I love you, I do not want to be arrested for public indecency."
"Hmmm, good point. Plus, I'm a possessive bastard. I don't want anyone to see what's mine," Edward murmured.
"Ditto, baby," she purred. The door opened to their floor. Bella grabbed his hand, dragging him down the hallway to their hotel room. Reaching into his pocket, she plucked out the keycard and opened the door. "Shall we continue what we started in the elevator, Edward?"
"I like the way you think, Ms. Swan," Edward said, lifting her up in his arms. With a kick to the door, it clicked shut and carried her to the bed. He lay her on the pillows, pressing her into the mattress. He stared at her, marveled at her exquisite beauty. But, she was more than beautiful on the outside. She was so gorgeous on the inside.
Smart and kind.
Loving and loyal.
Strong and fierce.
Delicate but powerful.
"I love you, Bella," he breathed as her hands found his jacket, pushing it over his shoulders.
"I love you, too, Edward," she responded. "I want to show you how much."
"Me, first," he said, pressing his lips to hers. He'd waited for months to be able to touch her, taste her. He was not about to wait a moment longer. His hands trailed down her lithe body, slipping underneath the black sweater she wore. "Can I touch you? Feel your skin?"
"Please, Edward," she begged.
He eagerly complied, sliding her leather jacket off her shoulders, and pulling the sweater off her body. Underneath the black sweater was a lacy, sexy black bra with red accents. She sat up, unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his muscular torso. Her fingers trailed along his pectoral muscles, circling his nipples. He shuddered. "I thought you wanted me to touch you, gorgeous," he teased.
"I couldn't resist," she whispered. "I can't believe that ... you're with me."
He captured her hand, pressing it to his steadily beating heart. "I'm yours just like you're mine," he vowed. Forever, if you'll have me, he added mentally.
Bella slid her hands up his arms and gently pulled him down to kiss her. His lips were soft, pliant, and eager as he tasted her. He reached behind her back, unclasping her bra. With tender fingers, he moved the straps down her arms and tossed the garment onto the ground. He trailed his palms up her body, reveling in the soft skin of her naked torso. "I'm not breakable, Edward," she smirked.
"I know, but I want you to know that this is not just a physical fling for me. I want to explore your body. We can have fun, but for now, I want to love you," Edward explained. His gaze turned heated as he took her in. "Believe me, I'm just as horny and imaginative as any other guy. Prude will be the last thing you will think of when it comes to me."
"Oooh, really?"
"Definitely," he said, capturing her lips and finding the button to her jeans. With a flick of his fingers, the button gave way. He trailed his mouth down her jaw as his hands slipped into the jeans, palming her ass. Nipping at her soft skin, he cupped her breast.
Capturing her eyes, Edward flicked her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. "God, don't stop ... Edward ..." she panted. He didn't stop. He suckled on her breasts, making her body undulate with each pass of his tongue. He moved down her body, squeezing her tits before gliding his hands to her loosened jeans. With a sharp tug, he pulled them down along with her matching black and red lacy underwear.
"You're more beautiful than anything I've ever seen," Edward said reverently. As he stared at Bella, he took in every inch of her perfection. She was smooth and soft, but had all the curves of a woman. Her breasts were just over a handful for his large hands. Her waist was tiny, but flared out with slender hips. "I need ... I want ... I have to taste you."
Bella bit her lip in anticipation. She loved when men went down on her. She'd had the most intense orgasms and the intimacy of the act was surreal. Which probably explained why Jacob abhorred doing it. He only worried about his own orgasm, never hers.
Selfish prick.
"Bella? Where'd you go?" Edward asked, his fingers trailing along her hipbones. He placed open mouthed kisses on her sweet skin. "Gorgeous?"
"I'm with you, Edward. Always," she replied.
"We're coming back to this," Edward argued. "But, right now? I have to have my taste, love. I need your sweet, succulent pussy."
"Oh, fuck me," Bella moaned at his dirty mouth.
With a saucy wink, he spread her legs and sucked on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He growled lowly when her legs spread wider, displaying more of her swollen center. She was fucking drenched, coating the tops of her thighs. Seeing evidence of her arousal, it made him hard as a rock and his mouth watered at the prospect of tasting her sweetness.
Unable to deny his need to satisfy his hunger, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the length of her slit. Bella bucked up off the bed, cursing loudly as she fisted the bedspread. Edward wrapped his arms around her thighs, sucking her clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue.
"Yes, suck my clit, baby. Just like that," she gasped. "There are no words ... fuck, don't stop!"
Edward hummed lowly, teasing her folds with his fingers. Her arousal spilled onto his hand. He pressed a finger inside her. His hum was much louder as he felt how tight and wet she was. His brain went to how she'd feel wrapped around his cock. He wanted it more than he wanted anything, but on her terms.
She was in charge.
"I'm coming, Edward," Bella moaned, tangling her fingers into his soft, messy hair. "I'm so fucking coming."
He knew it. Her muscles were clenching around his fingers, rippling, and squeezing. Her arousal coated his tongue, and she tasted as sweet as he'd hoped, as he imagined. He kept his mouth on her, kissing her sex languidly as she calmed down. She was breathing heavily, curled to her side. He crawled up, becoming the big spoon to her little spoon.
She felt his arousal against her ass. She turned around, kissing his mouth and brushing his hair away from his forehead. "You've got to be uncomfortable, baby," she said. "Let me love you like you loved me."
"Trust me when I say that I'm loved," he quipped, a stain of pink spreading over his cheeks. "It's been ... a long time and tasting you was like sensory overload."
"How about we take a shower and a nap, hmmmm?" Bella suggested. "Sleep naked?"
"I like the way you think, gorgeous," he said, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder. She squealed, laughing hysterically as he carried her to the bathroom.
A/N: We'll be continuing the citrusy moment. Bella wants to reciprocate and will in the next chapter. We also are going to find out more about Emmett, Rose, and his future in fighting. Leave me your thoughts.
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