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No hints, no clues, no promises! You have to wait!
“Is that your phone?”
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Chapter 84
“Edward?”
I hummed back at her, tilting my head against her hand as she ran fingers over my cheek.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” I mumbled back. I was about eighty percent asleep, and could have found the other twenty percent pretty easily.
“How long do we have to…um…wait?”
“For what?”
“Until we can…do that again?”
Okay. I was awake again.
“You know,” she continued before I could gather an actual thought. “Before you can…um…”
Her voice trailed off. I guess the phrase “how long does it take for your cock to get hard after you come” was a bit much for her to say ten minutes after losing her virginity.
“Maybe twenty minutes or so,” I said. My heart was pounding again, and I was pretty sure it was considering cutting that time in half, just in case Bella was asking for a specific reason.
“Really? So we could do it again? Tonight?”
“Fuck yes!” Damn my mouth.
Bella giggled and then went back to stroking my cheek. I felt myself relaxing again, and dropped my head to the pillow beside hers. My eyes tried to close again, and I thought over the night we had just had – how fucking awesome it was, and how much I wanted to go back and do it all over again. That started me thinking, which is usually a bad idea. I wondered if this was a one-time thing for Bella – if she only wanted her one wedding night, and nothing else. Would she even go out with me again?
I opened my eyes and found her looking at me, a slight smile on her lips. My mouth opened before I could think, which was nothing new.
“Will you go out with me tomorrow?” I asked.
“Sure,” Bella said simply. “Where should we go?”
Okay, at least I hadn’t said anything completely stupid this time.
“The Louvre?” I suggested. That’s in Paris, isn’t it? Fuck, what if it wasn’t? “Or just to a café or something? Go to the water? Watch the boats? Anything you want, really.”
Yeah, I was babbling now.
“The Louvre,” she said definitively. “And dinner again?”
By some miracle, my babbling didn’t seem to hurt. I thought about how she looked sitting across from me at dinner earlier tonight wearing that red dress, and I remembered she had another one, too.
“You just want a reason to wear that little black dress,” I teased. Like I didn’t want to see her in it.
“Maybe I’ll dress you up, too,” she said. “You look pretty good in a suit and tie, you know.”
“I fucking hate ties,” I told her.
“I think a black suit, with that same red tie,” Bella started planning and talking over me like I wasn’t even there. She placed one fingertip on the end of her chin and tapped softly. Then she started speaking in a horrible French accent. “Red suspenders would make you look absolutely delectable.”
Actually, she sounded quite a bit like the gay guy at the salon.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Most certainly.”
I was pretty sure she was mimicking him at this point. I looked at her eyes for a while, trying to decide if she was just messing with me or not. She really didn’t look like she was joking.
“If I have to wear suspenders and a tie, you have to wear thigh-high stockings and garters.”
“Deal!”
Damn…I kind of thought she would refuse that one.
“I already have the stockings and garters,” she admitted. “They were part of what Alice and I ordered before we left. She said there was no way I was going to be in Paris with nothing to wear.”
“You guys are crazy,” I mumbled, and she laughed. I leaned over and kissed her nose, and she wrapped her hands around the back of my head and pressed her lips to mine. A minute later, a buzzing sound came from the other side of the room. My fucking phone. It was probably Alice, pissed that we were talking about her. I didn’t know who it was, and really didn’t give a fuck, either.
“Is that your phone?” Bella asked.
“Yeah – ignore it.”
We went back to kissing, and eventually the damn thing shut up. It went off a few minutes later though, but I didn’t think Bella noticed. I continued kissing down her neck and then over to her breasts, sucking each nipple into my mouth.
Twenty minutes was definitely up, and I didn’t want to waste any more time. I pulled her leg up over my hip and slowly pushed inside of her again. I felt like I belonged right there – like I had finally figured out where my home was. I rested my palm against her face.
“Are you okay? Not sore or anything?”
“Mmmm…more than okay,” she responded. Her heel dug into my backside a little, pulling me closer each time I moved my hips forward. I moved without haste, wanting it to last longer than the first one. I wanted to feel her come while I was inside of her this time.
My hand moved from her hip to between us – just above where we joined. I spread my first two fingers apart, surrounding my cock as it moved in and out of her. Bella gasped as my thumb found her clit and started slowly circling - matching the quiet thrusts inside of her.
“You feel so good,” I mumbled. “So, so good inside…”
Bella moaned unintelligibly and tucked her head against my chest. I grabbed her ass with my hand, pulling her to me each time I thrust into her, and she started gasping with each thrust, her sharp breaths matching how I moved, and encouraging me to move faster.
Bella’s hands wrapped around my head and the back of my shoulders, and I quickened my pace. With her eyes tightly closed, Bella’s panting breaths turned into short cries, muffled by my chest as her body shook around me, tightening on my cock. I couldn’t hold back at that point, and felt the waves of sensation cascade around my body as I whisper-cried her name against the top of her head.
For a long time, we just stayed in the same position, wrapped up in each other and holding on tightly. I tried to match her breaths as they slowed and calmed, and tried to keep myself pressed close enough to her that I didn’t slip out. That didn’t really work for very long, though. Eventually we had to move a little. I kissed her forehead, and Bella looked up at me a smiled, then blushed, then mumbled about needed to pee.
While Bella snuck off to the bathroom, my phone started buzzing again. I reached down to my discarded pants, pulled the thing out of my pocket and switched it off. I noticed Rosalie’s name on the screen right before it shut down, and I figured what she was calling about. They’d finally got it right, and deactivated the chips. I didn’t want to hear that right now, because it would just be the beginning of the end. I knew it was coming, but it didn’t have to show up right now – not this night. Nothing was going to ruin this night for us. Nothing.
Whatever it was could wait until tomorrow, right?
_________________________________Chapter end notes:
Answer the damn phone, Doofus!!! I guess he's a little wrapped up in the moment.
There should be one more chapter out today.
