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"Do the difficult things while they are easy and do the great things while they are small. A journey of thousand miles must begin with a single step."
Lao Tzu
Chapter Eighteen
"Are you ready for the race tomorrow, Bella?" Marcus asked as he massaged her back.
"I'm ready to not have to come here every couple of days," Bella quipped.
"You love us. Admit it!" Marcus laughed.
"No, I love Edward. You, I tolerate," Bella snickered, wriggling her finger at Marcus. "And I'll tolerate you one more time on Monday for one more appointment, doing mainly soft-tissue massage and then sweet, sweet freedom."
"You're done for today," Marcus said, throwing a towel at Bella. She laughed, batting it away. "Make sure you drink a lot of water and stretch before you run tomorrow."
"I know," Bella nodded.
"And if it hurts, you stop," Marcus added.
"I know," Bella huffed, falling back onto the table and covering her face.
"And ..."
"Marcus! I know. Edward's running with me. He'll watch over me like a hawk, but I feel amazing," Bella smiled, shooting up and playfully glaring at Marcus. "You sound like a broken record, Marcus. You've been telling me this shit since I decided to run in this 5K."
"As you should," Marcus grinned. He pulled out a bag and handed to her. "Happy birthday, Bella."
"What's this?" she asked. Marcus nudged her to open it and she pulled out a trophy. "The Best Patient Ever."
"Regardless of how you place tomorrow, you're a winner in our book, Bella," Marcus said, giving her a brief hug. "Kick ass, girl. Boss man is waiting for you. Taking you out for your birthday."
"I hope I can change," she giggled, plucking at her workout clothes. Marcus helped her off the table and she walked to her boyfriend. Edward beamed. "Plans for my birthday?"
"Yep," Edward smirked. He threaded his fingers with hers and they walked out of the center. They drove back to their home. They walked inside and it was eerily quiet inside.
"Where are the boys?" Bella asked.
"They're out," Edward answered evasively. "Seth is spending the night with a friend, going to the high school football game and Jake is at the football game. He's hating that he can't play, but he wants to support his team. He's taken to being a student trainer with a great deal of vigor."
"So, we have the house to ourselves," she purred.
"And we have reservations," Edward murmured, kissing her. "I'll get ready in the boys' bathroom."
"I'll say a prayer," Bella snickered. She turned, walking to their bedroom. On the bed was a beautiful navy dress with a note pinned to it.
Wear me! Love, Mom
She held it up to her body and smiled. Taking the dress, she showered and took special care to shave her legs since the dress was short. She curled her hair and put on some makeup, focusing her attention on her eyes. Slipping her feet into a pair of flats, she made her way to the living room. The dining room was set with candles, flowers and the best china. Edward stepped into the dining room, wearing a grey suit. "Wow!" she breathed. "What about our reservations?"
"They're here," Edward said. "Your mom said that you don't like your birthday."
"I don't like to make it a big deal," Bella shrugged. Edward took her hand and helped her sit. "A quiet dinner with my favorite people is all I want."
"I can get the boys here," Edward said.
"No, I want this. I want us," Bella grinned. "With the boys' therapy appointments, the start of school and dealing with the Riley bullshit, our relationship kind of fell by the wayside. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, Bella. This is real life," he breathed. "But, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I do miss you. I know things have been hectic. That's why I made arrangements for the boys to spend the night with your parents after the football game."
"The race," Bella gasped.
"They'll be here in the morning, I promise," Edward vowed, holding up his hands. "Now, I didn't cook. I ordered. Marcus dropped it off while you were in the shower."
"So, being your second command also makes him your bitch?" Bella laughed.
"Oh, yes," Edward snickered. "We're carb loading."
"So, pasta?" Bella grinned.
"Your favorites from Il Terrazzo Carmine," Edward nodded. "Do you want some wine?"
"Maybe tomorrow. Tonight, water," she said.
He got up, ducking into the kitchen. He returned with a few appetizers. While they ate, Bella told Edward about her boss's desire to finally publish Bella's diary while she recovered. Diane would act as editor and agent while Bella worked on finishing writing the diary, using the race as the ending.
As they ate dessert, Bella bit her lip. "I have a question for you, Edward," she breathed. "Well, a couple questions."
"What is it, love?" Edward asked.
"First, can I use your name in the book? You're a huge part of my diary," Bella said. Edward nodded, kissing her gently. She knew she had to edit her ex-husband's name. He said that he didn't mind being in the book, but didn't want his name out there. "Second question ... can I use this as the title?" She traced her fingers along his forearm, tracing the Chinese tattoo.
"That's a long title, Bella," Edward snickered.
"I'll make it shorter. A Single Step," she shrugged. "Just something I'm considering."
"I think it would be a great title, Bella," Edward murmured, kissing her wrist and moving his lips to her neck. Bella melted against him, temporarily losing her focus. His tongue swirled above her pulse point.
"One more question," she breathed.
"You said you a couple," he snickered, his hands moving around her waist.
"Smart ass," Bella deadpanned, moving to sit on his lap and feeling his arousal. She slid her hands up his shoulders. She leaned forward, kissing him tenderly. "Can you make love to me? It's all I want for my birthday, Edward. We've explored each other's bodies and I want to take that next step."
"Are you done with dessert?" Edward asked. Bella nodded, untying his tie and tossing it off his body. "Good, so am I." He picked her up and carried her out of the dining room. Edward kicked the door closed to their bedroom and he placed her on her feet. "I wanted to do this for a while, but the timing never seemed right."
"I think right now is the best time," Bella whispered, unbuttoning Edward's shirt and tugging it out of his pants.
He trailed his fingers along Bella's arms. She shivered, staring at Edward's chest. Stepping forward, she pressed a gentle kiss right above his heart. He cupped her chin, kissing her deeply as he unzipped her dress. He slipped it off her body and he bent to pick her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her warmth to his stomach. Edward cupped her ass, walking them to their bed and pressing her into the pillows.
Bella pushed off his shirt and jacket, tossing it to the side. Edward kissed down her neck, gently squeezing her breasts through her bra before pulling the cups down. He devoured her nipples, making her squirm. Rolling their bodies, he unclasped the bra and flung it off her body so he could taste her pale skin. She whimpered in need, rubbing her soaked core against his thigh. "All in good time, beautiful," Edward growled.
"More," she pleaded.
He grinned against her skin as he shimmied down her body and tore her panties from her body. He spread her legs, kissing her pussy and tasting every inch of her leaking, swollen sex. Within moments, she was flying and lost in the sensation of Edward's tongue on her clit and his fingers inside her.
It wasn't enough.
The time of foreplay was over. She needed him.
"Edward," she moaned. "Make me yours. Forever."
Hearing her words made him want to get down on one knee, but it went against his plan. So, he quickly divested himself of his clothing and kissed her deeply. His hardness brushed against her wet pussy. He rolled them so they were both on their sides, Bella's back pressed to his chest. He lifted Bella's leg and spread her for him, leaving her lithe body completely on display. "Watch, Bella, as I fill you with me," he whispered. He grasped his cock and rubbed it along her slit. Bella's eyes were trained on where they would be joined. He placed the head of his cock at her entrance and he pushed in.
"Oh, my God," Bella cried, watching him disappear. He was so much bigger than any other lover she'd had. She turned her head and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He moved slowly, swiveling his hips and filling every inch of her. One of his hands cupped her breasts while his other circled her clit. "Never have I felt this way, Edward. Never."
"Me, neither, Bella," Edward breathed. "I love you. I'll always love you. Forever." Every inch of their bodies were touching. Edward's movements were slow, measured and designed to make Bella feel amazing. "So wet, Bella," he growled against her temple. "Who makes you this wet?"
"You, Edward. Fuck, only you," she panted. "But, I'm not made of glass."
"You deserve to be worshipped," he whispered, suckling on her earlobe. "Loved."
She turned, pushing on his shoulder. He slipped out and Bella straddled his lap. Grasping his length, she impaled herself. "I love you, Edward, but I want to feel you tomorrow when I'm running." She rolled her hips, kissing him and tugging him to a seated position. They moved in concert and Bella could feel her orgasm building in her belly. Edward's hands squeezed her ass as their movements grew more chaotic. "So good. So big."
"It's like you were made for me, Bella," Edward said, his fingers circling her rosette. Bella shuddered kissing him hungrily. "You like this?" he purred, caressing her ass again.
"Yes," she breathed. "Keep doing that. I'm going to come."
"I want to feel your pussy clench around me," Edward growled. Bella took his hand and wet his finger with her mouth. He kissed her as he circled his wet finger around her asshole. Her wetness coated his cock and he could feel her muscles shudder around his hardness. "That's it, Bella. Come ..."
She moaned against his mouth as her body shivered as her orgasm zipped through her. Her body was relaxed and he slid his finger into her ass, making her orgasm more intense. She was strangling him with her sex and he felt his cock grow harder, about to explode within her, claiming her as his. He groaned, filling her completely. They stayed connected as their breathing calmed. "Edward, I ... thank you ... for loving me. I love you so much and I can't imagine you not in my life," she said, brushing his sweaty hair away from his forehead.
"Me neither, beautiful," he whispered, brushing his lips over hers. "Do you think you'll be feeling me tomorrow?" He thrust his hips and she moaned again.
"In all the best ways, Edward," she smiled. "Shower with me?"
"A wet, soapy Bella? Yes, and please," Edward chuckled.
"I could say the same about you, baby," Bella giggled, getting up off his lap and his release trickled down her leg. Edward's eyes darkened. She reached between her legs, circling her hand over her lower lips. Edward groaned. She spread his release over her lower lips before sucking her fingers into her mouth. Edward nearly choked when he saw her do that. With a sexy grin, she cooed, "Now, I'm really yours, Edward."
"And you're going to feel a lot more of me, Bella," he growled, pulling her back into bed and losing himself in her body again, allowing his inner caveman to take control. Seeing his seed coat the top of her thighs ignited something in him. His need to make things official was overwhelming.
But, he had a plan.
For now, though, the plan was to make love to his girlfriend. He wanted to feel her around him as much as possible.
A/N: There was a lot of loving in this chapter. Or, as a friend says, a lot of hee-hee into the hoo-hoo. Pictures from this chapter (not of the schmexy times) are on my blog. You can find that from the link in my profile. I'm also on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. I'm also on Twitter: tufano79.
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