(EPOV)
Waking up, and being nestled in Bella’s body, always gave me feelings of home. Her arms hung loosely over my hips, one of my arms hanging over hers in return, while the other hand was latched onto her plump breasts.
I closed my eyes again, taking pleasure in the feeling of having our skin touching together. We were both slick, with a light sheen of sweat, making the shift of flesh between our bodies easier.
In her sleep, Bella shifted further into the embrace I had her in, and I savored the sensations that coursed through me. I could not possibly begin to imagine my life without Bella anymore, she has changed my future, in such a way, irrevocably making my world a better place.
We had many things to get done today, but I really hated to wake Bella up. First, she wasn’t actually a morning person, plus she had so much stress on her yesterday, that it definitely wasn’t good on her, if she was, in fact, pregnant.
I didn’t have to worry about the club at all, I had people who ran it for me. If we did have children, then I would want to sell it, remove myself from the mafia world, and just focus on my family. Possibly move off to a small town somewhere, and just relax, living a country life.
I could picture it now, my beautiful Bella, all wrapped in a flower-printed, cotton dress, round in the belly, barefoot, walking through open fields of endless, green grass. Rolling hills filled with wildflowers, for my children to play hide n’ seek, peeking above the billowy weeds. The two of us chasing one another on 4-wheelers, Bella’s laugh echoing across the mountains. The house filled with heavenly scents, as Bella bakes the children’s birthday cakes, or a hot dinner for the evening.
Shaking my head clear, saving those dreams for another day, I gently shook Bella’s sleeping form, watching in amazement, as her hand shot up, smacking my arm in annoyance.
“Time to wake up, princess,” I held back my laughter, knowing that would only make her more frustrated.
“Mmmhmm, five more minutes,” she sighed, annoyingly.
“Alright, sweetheart, five more minutes, but then we must get the day started,” I laughed, brushing her hair back from her eyes.
“I love you,” Bella groaned, and squinted her eyes tightly together.
“I love you, too, sweetheart,” I said, placing a few kisses here and there, across her forehead.
“Do we really have to get up? I’m so warm, and just having you hold me, makes life complete,” Bella asked, her words warmed my heart.
“I know what you mean, sweetheart. I wish we could just lay here and soak up the day, but the sooner we get this taken care of, the sooner we can do just that,” I laughed, as I tickled her sides and watched her squirm.
“That was mean,” Bella groaned, opened her eyes and glared at me.
“Let’s get you in the shower, I want this day over with,” I said, standing, and pulling her body up from the bed along with me.
“Yes, let’s,” Bella giggled, smacked my ass, and sprinted off, towards the bathroom. I loved seeing her this carefree, her hair whipping wildly through the air, as she ran away from me.
I followed quickly after Bella, pulling us both into the shower, as we enjoyed the relaxing rain shower spray, flowing over our flushed skin.. Sleep escaped our bodies, as the water soaked it all up. By the time the shower was finished, we were both feeling rather awake and alive.
“I love to shower with you,” I grinned, watching her dry the excess water from her pale skin.
“Yes, indeed. Shower’s are so much better when they involve the both of us,” Bella smiled in return, patting me on cheek with her hand, as she passed by me heading for the bedroom.
“Shall we get this day over with?” I asked, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped up together, in bed with my love, instead of out gallivanting around.
A few minutes later, Bella emerged from the closet wearing a pair of pink, fuck-me-heels that made her legs reach the sky; perfect and pale. A pink and white-striped polo shirt, and a pair of white shorts that fit snugly against her thighs.
I was just finishing up with getting dressed, as I threw on a pair of Harley boots. Today we would shoot around town on the Harley, while soaking up the limited sun that Chicago had to offer.
“Ready?” I asked, giddiness clear in my body, looking forward to crawling on the bike with my wife.
“Yeah,” she laughed at my overly eager attitude.
I escorted Bella down to the garage, picking up the keys to the Harley at the door. She had yet to be introduced to the babies in the garage, and I was fairly certain she’d enjoy what she saw. Any woman who drove around in a hopped up 69’ Mustang, would be drooling over the cars in my collection.
“Oh, honey, they’re beautiful,” Bella gasped, taking in all the cars before her.
“I’m a bit of a car snob, I must say,” I laughed, pulling her towards my Harley.
She threw her leg over the back of the Harley with such grace, her chest heaved in excitement. She looked so fucking sexy, perched on the back of my bike and my cock was throbbing painfully against the seam of my pants at the sight. Bella was a fucking vision.
The morning and afternoon was spent at Bella’s lawyers office, drawing up the papers for the sell-out on her part of the company, my mother had met us there, so that the process would go faster. Kate arrived at lunch time, for her signature. Between Bella and my mother, they offered Kate shares of the company, a seat on the board, and she later had the option of buying my mom out if she wished.
Once that was all taken care of, Bella and I decided to head out of the city, and just enjoy the air that whipped past, the sun that shined above us, and one another. I had never, in all my life, wanted to spend all my time with a woman. In swooped Bella, and washed away all my preconceived notions about women being vain, money-hungry monsters who would suck the life out of everyone that surrounded them.
This whole fucking day had been torture on my cock. Bella and those tiny shorts, had him gnawing at the seams, trying to bust free and molest her.
My ride was torture because Bella would purr in my ear as she talked, lick my outer lobe and then nibble. The little vixen knew what she was doing, and I was about to put a stop to it. There was a little pull off a ways up the road, and I planned to put it to good use, because I honestly couldn’t take the torture any longer.
My hand had stayed on Bella’s leg our entire drive, just feeling the soft curves of her leg and muscles. Silky, smooth skin, against my rough hands.
Once we had gotten to the pull off, I veered right, and pulled us a little ways down into the grassy field. I gave Bella’s leg a squeeze, letting her know that everything was alright.
I cut the motor in the middle of the field, put my feet down, and turned my head just as Bella’s mouth came crashing upon mine. I pulled back, my penetrating eyes focused on her chocolate orbs filled with mischievousness.
“Do you’ve any goddamn idea as to what you have done to me today?” I demanded, my voice dripping with sex.
“How goddamn sexy you’ve been, straddling the back of my bike, feeling your hot core against my back?” Again, the demanding tone as I questioned her more.
“Having your arms wrapped tightly around my waist, licking and nibbling on my ear, as you fucking purred in my ear?” I asked, throwing my leg over the bike and straddling it again facing her.
Her eyes immediately filled with lust, biting her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I knew exactly what I was doing,” Bella said as she looked up through her eyelashes, looking coyly.
“I can only imagine,” I gritted my teeth together, my dick begging for me to release him from his hell.
Our mouths crashed together once again, Bella weaving her hands through my hair, pulling me closer to her, and locked her legs around my waist, sliding forward a little more, and ground her clothed pussy into my throbbing cock.
“I know something that would look far sexier,” Bella whispered, batting her eyelashes. She stood up on the pegs of the bike, and swiftly pulled her shirt over her head.
Before I could blink, Bella had her bra unhooked, thrown to the side, in the grass, and her breast pushed in my face.
“Lick,” she demanded, pulling my hair roughly, placing my mouth against her breast.
Goddamn, what happened to my shy, sweet wife? I have a vixen on my hands now, and I love every fucking second of it.
“God, Bella,” I moaned around her nipple, while pinching the other in my left hand.
“Unnf,” Bella groaned, throwing her head back, and pushing her hips into mine, grinding hard against my dick.
Before I could register what was happening, Bella jerked back, threw her leg over the bike, and shimmied out of the shorts she had on. She left the fuck-me-heels on, and she climbed back on the bike to straddle me once again.
I could see her salty juices running down her thighs, as she slung her leg over the back of the bike. Seeing the juices run against the leather of my seat, as she slid down it, I whimpered, my mouth watering for a taste.
“I’ve never had sex on my bike, sweetheart, but we’re about to find out if it’s possible,” I growled, diving back in for her lips, as my fingers came in contact with her sweltering heat.
I drove two fingers into her hot sex, forcefully, plunging them upwards, making sure to hit her spongy soft spot. Her head fell backwards, as her moans became loud.
“God, yes,” she cried out, bucking her hips into my fingers roughly.
I pulled back, gazing intently on her naked body, ingraining the image of her naked skin against the leather of the seat, and the glossy, sparkling, black shine of the bikes paint.
My cock twitched relentlessly.
Begged on hands and knees to be reunited with it’s warm haven.
Cried in frustration because he hadn’t been nose-dived and sunk to the hilt within it.
I reached over my back, pulling my shirt off quickly, unbuttoning my jeans, simultaneously, as I raised up and pushed them down far enough for my cock to spring free.
“You are without a doubt, the most gorgeous, sexiest fucking woman I have ever seen in my life,” I growled, crashing my lips into hers, deepening the kiss immediately.
My hands automatically found purchase upon her breasts, pulling and pinching at her nipples.
“Unggh, Edward,” Bella moaned, as she panted against my lips.
Everything changed in a flash, hands were everywhere, touching the other’s body greedily, as we devoured the others lips and tongue. I trailed off, down her to her neck, nipping and sucking, as she broke away from my mouth, free to moan, as my fingers again found her throbbing walls, forcibly entering her with my fingers, as my thumb flicked her clit.
Her release was impending, as she arched her back, and threw her head back, panting. I took my teeth, raked them across her nipples, and bit down, causing her to cry out and arch further into my fingers, pumping her even harder.
“Oh, fuck!” She yelled, reaching between us and wrapping her hand around my shaft.
My hips jerked forward, as I hissed in appreciation and ecstasy.
She removed her hand from my cock for just a minute, as I watched in fascination. Her hand ran through her wet folds, coating it with her creaminess, and reattached it to my cock.
“Jesus,” I murmured, in shock, as she began to rub me down in her juices.
My hips began to rock against her hand, I shut my eyes tightly, so I wouldn’t blow my load just from her touch.
“Do you like it when I stroke your cock, Edward?” Bella taunted, stroking faster.
“Ye-sssss,” I hissed.
“Do you like having my cum all over it, Edward?” She teased me more.
“Oh, God, please,” I cried out, biting my lip to keep from blowing my load at her teasing words alone.
I couldn’t take it anymore, my brain was mush and all I could do was hear my cock screaming for the torture to end. I jerked her hand away from dick, watching a pout appear on her face.
“I can’t fucking take it anymore… Fuck…. Need… Inside of you,” I panted, and got to work.
Quickly sliding back closer to the handle bars, I dragged her body further up the seat, pushing her shoulders back, causing her to lay back. She braced herself, hands going up and under the sides of the bike.
I hooked my arms under her legs, and lifted her hips up, as I lined myself up with her entrance, sheathing myself, quickly surrounded by her sweltering walls. My head fell back in bliss, as I moaned noisily.
“So fucking, goddamn, perfect,” I gritted out, as I rocked my hips against hers, watching her skin stick to the leather.
The sun was shining down upon her, her hair splayed out across the back of the bike. The vision before me was stunning, like I was hallucinating.
“My goddess,” I whimpered, as she began to grind harder against me. Her hands began to trail over her body; down her perfect, perk breasts, slowly down her sides, and back up her stomach. Moans escaped us both, as she rolled her nipples between her fingers, as her back arched again.
“Keep touching yourself, sweetheart,” I demanded, my voice husky and breathless.
“So goddamn hot,” I murmured, plunging in and out of her harder, watching as her breasts bounced with the movements of my hips.
Her fucking whimpers were spurring me on, driving me insane, making me even more unbelievably harder, as she locked her hands around my forearms, tugging for me to go harder. The bike shook beneath us, as I slammed into her, my eyes closing on their own accord, growls erupting from my chest.
“Let me hear… Let me hear those sexy sounds you make,” I panted, eyes focused on where we were connected.
She crunched her stomach, sitting up just a bit, as she grabbed her ankles. Bella spread her legs wide for me, holding onto her ankles and pulling them off my shoulders. I hissed at the sight, closing my eyes again, pulling out just a bit, only to slam back in harder.
“Fuck,” she cried out, as I pulled back out, and drove into her with such force, the bike’s kickstand pulled up, causing us to roll backwards with my thrusts.
I quickly got the bike stopped, and the kickstand back in place.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” I asked, her eyes filled with lust.
“Yes! Oh, God, yes!” She whimpered, as I plunged back into her warm heat.
“How good,” I demanded, increasing the pressure on her hips.
“So fucking good…. Please… Edward, please, I’m so fucking close,” Bella pleaded, panting, almost breathless. A mix of sobs and moans escaping her plump lips. She was so close to plummeting over the edge, I could feel her walls begin to constrict around me.
I want to feel you, feel you cum all over my cock, beautiful,” I cooed, stroking her thighs repetitively, as I changed my thrusts into an upward pattern, seeking her release.
“Oh fuck… shit… mmmm… right there, Edward, ahhhhhh!” She cried out, as I lightly bit down on her shoulder, pumping harder, as she exploded around my hardened cock, calling out my name like it was a prayer.
“Goddamn,” I muttered, stilling myself for a minute, within her heat, then began to penetrate her fast and hard, hitting her sensitive clit with each thrust.
“FUCK!” Bella screamed out, clinging to my body, as I sent her over the edge again, slamming into her one last, final time, pulsing deep within her.
I jerked above her for what felt like hours, spilling my seed, deep within her walls.
In a sweaty, breathless heap, I collapsed against her. She brought her hands up, running them through my damp hair, soothing my breathing down immensely.
“Honestly, sweetheart, no offense, but my once, shy, innocent wife has turned into a vixen,” I laughed, rocking our bodies together on the bike, causing my dick to stir again.
“It’s all your fault… I blame you,” Bella laughed in return, cocking an eyebrow, daring me challenge her.
“That was intense,” I sighed, pressing my face further into her chest, inhaling her sweet, sweaty scent.
“Yes, but I can see you’re ready to go again,” she giggled, thrusting her hips into mine to make her point.
“You succubus!” I gasped, pulled my head up, smirked, and glared playfully at her.
Needless to say, an hour later, we were picking ourselves off the ground of the overgrown meadow we had pulled into, relishing in our sex-filled bliss. Flowers and weeds adorned Bella’s long, mahogany hair, a reminder of what just happened between us. I couldn’t help but laugh at the two of us, and our obvious teenaged hormones.
Once we were both fully clothed again, we hopped on the bike and started our journey back home. Bella massaged my back the entire drive back, paying close attention to my shoulders. Apparently I was tense, and I honestly wasn’t sure why, everything was absolutely fucking perfect. We both soaked up the last bit of the sun, as we drove towards home, Bella whispering words of love the entire time.
After we arrived home, Bella rushed off to get cleaned up so she could start something for dinner. I had offered to stop and pick something up on the way home, but she flat out refused, saying that we needed home cooking. All I could do was smile, loving how caring she truly was.
Bella refused to let me take a shower with her, and yes, I might have pouted just a bit, but I completely understood her reasoning. Had I crawled in the shower with her, we would never have food on the table. The two of us, honestly, could not get enough of the other. I would say we’re pathetic, but that doesn’t suit either of us well. Just simply, in love.
(BPOV)
After my shower, I left Edward in our room, and made my way to the kitchen. I quickly threw together a fruit salad, so that it could cool in the fridge, while I got dinner started.
I got out the chicken wings to season properly, after washing them thoroughly, placing them in the hot sauce and other spices after their bath. Tonight we were gonna grill out on the grill, and enjoy a night under the stars. These were my favorite nights, just the two of us snuggled up together, enjoying the clear night sky. Being away from the city, allowed us more opportunities to see the stars, twinkling in the sky.
Once the wings were marinating, I prepared the steak, also marinating it, but in Italian seasoning instead. I threw in some fresh herbs and spices, pushing it off to the side, while I prepared the other things.
After scrubbing the potatoes clean, I punctured the skin, and wrapped them up in aluminum foil, with some butter. I did the same procedure with the ears of corn. I sliced up some onions and fresh mushrooms next, making sure the mushrooms were good and clean before sealing them up in foil, as well.
As everything was finished being prepared, my sexy husband sauntered into the kitchen.
“I love seeing you, all domestic and shit,” Edward smirked, making his way towards me, and wrapping his arms around my waist. He pulled me to him, once he was standing in front of me, hugging me close to his body. He smelled of soap, and Edward, as I inhaled his scent.
All I could do was laugh, because I love cooking, and if that meant I was being domestic for him, I was more than happy to do such things.
He pulled me up, sitting me on the edge of the counter, and moved between my legs.
“I love you, Bella,” he sighed, his thumbs caressing my jowl.
“I love you, too, Edward,” I smiled, placing a tender kiss to his forehead.
“How about we get the grill started, and get some food cooking?” I asked, still smiling.
“Yeah, so what are we having?” Edward asked, curiosity clear in his eyes.
“Hot wings, steak, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, onions and mushrooms.” I laughed, as his eyes grew wider with each thing I listed.
“Oh, good lord, I’m going to have to start working out more if you keep this up,” he grinned, clearly caring less if he actually did any working out, because his brain was on the food.
“Alright, you go start the grill, I’ll be right out,” I smiled, patting him on the shoulder.
“Sure,” he replied, helping me off the counter.
As Edward was walking out the door, his cell rang, and he immediately hollered back, “Could you get that Bella, sweetheart?”
“Alright,” I hollered back, flipping the phone open and putting it to my ear.
“Cullen residence, this is Bella speaking, can I help you,” an automatic greeting, standard to any house, followed by the simple ‘can I help you‘.
“Uhmm, yes, I’m looking for an Edward Cullen?” The guy replied.
“One moment please,” I responded, walking out to the patio to take the phone to Edward.
(EPOV)
“Edward Cullen speaking,” I answered into the phone, as Bella handed it to me, and turned to go back in the house to get the food.
“Yes, Mr. Cullen, I was informed I could reach you here. You’ve been having people search for my mother, and honestly, what’s this about? Renee hasn’t done a thing, in fact, she’s pretty ill at the moment, and in the hospital,” the man rambled, clearly frustrated.
“Excuse, I didn’t get your name?” I asked, needing to know this guys name, because Renee was Bella’s mother.
“Emmett Swan,” he replied. Fuck!
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