(EPOV)
I woke up extremely early the following morning, a smile fixed upon my face, reminiscing about the day before. I had married the woman of my dreams and begun a new journey in life. I had always felt like I would die alone, but the moment she entered my life, I knew that wouldn’t be the case any longer.
I wanted to do something extraordinary with Bella this morning, before we had to head back to Chicago, and since we weren’t having a honeymoon at the moment, it needed to be something remarkable to remember our time here in Vegas.
By the time I had to wake Bella, things were already organized and ready to go. We would spend our morning, floating over the Vegas strip, in a hot air balloon, followed by a champagne breakfast on the ground.
“Sweetheart, it’s time to wake, my love,” I nuzzled my lips against the shell of her ear, whispering softly.
“What time is it,” Bella said, covering her mouth with her hand, as she yawned and stretched.
“It’s just after six-thirty, but I have something special for us to do this morning, before we leave Vegas, and return to Chicago, so we must get up now,” I cooed, stroking her hair out of her eyes, smiling at her sleep filled eyes.
“Okay, I’m sure whatever you have planned is just perfect,” Bella smiled lovingly at me, stroking the side of my face with her tiny hand.
I lifted Bella out of bed bridal-style, and carried her to the en-suite bathroom. Sitting her on her feet, I made quick work of our clothes and turned the shower on. Once it was hot enough, I embraced Bella in my arms, dragging us both into the flowing stream of hot water.
I soaped Bella’s body, from head to toe, in the vanilla scented body wash that the hotel provided us. It was odd, her smelling like something other than lilac’s and roses, but was invigorating in a new sort of way.
After I was finished washing Bella’s body, she returned the favor with caring strokes of her own. Before I had time to blink, she had dropped to her knees, before me, and kissed the head of my cock.
“Shit,” I hissed, legs almost buckling beneath me.
Another blink, and she was leaning forward, sliding her tongue up the underside of my cock, balls to tip.
I moaned and gripped her hair tightly in my fist.
Her scorching lips wrapped around the tip of my rigid cock, swirling her tongue over the swollen head.
“Mmmh,“ I groaned, bucking my hips forward a little, inserting myself deeper into her mouth.
She looked delightful, bent down on her knees before me, with those plump lips wrapped around my solid member.
I watched in great rapture, as my cock disappeared into her sweltering mouth over and over again. The feeling of her wanting to bring me such pleasure made my heart swell even more for this beautiful goddess kneeling in front of me, as the hot water cascaded around us.
What didn’t fit into her mouth, she used her free hand, working in opposite directions to increase the gratification. Even through the lingering smell of vanilla body wash, I could smell her arousal; it was prominent and insistent.
Her teeth nipped my cock carefully, flicking her tongue up and around the tip, causing me to groan loader and buck deeper into her mouth.
Sensing that I was getting close, she reached her free hand up and began to fondle my balls, softly tugging them in time with the strokes of her mouth.
“Fuck, Bella,” I growled out, clenching my teeth together forcefully.
“I’m gonna… I can’t…” I trailed off, trying pointlessly to pull away, as she gripped me tighter, refusing to let go.
Seconds later, I cried out, “Unnngh,” feeling myself jerk, as spurts of cum shot down her throat.
She licked my cock with such fervor, cleaning him entirely, as I continued to jerk a few more times, before falling to my knees in front of her in the shower, gripping her head in my hands and kissing her ravenously.
“Sweetheart, that was mind-blowing,” I whispered, peppering her face in sweet kisses.
Now, it was my turn to be the antagonist. I quickly picked myself up off the shower floor, now on steady legs, pulling Bella up with me as I went. I carried her petite frame out of the shower, turning off the water as I went, depositing her on the vanity.
“Just feel, sweetheart, scream my name as you cum for me,” I cooed, dropping to my knees in front of her.
I started at her ankle, placing languorous kisses every inch or so up her calves. Nipping and sucking her inner thighs, as I made my way higher. As I reach her dripping wet, hot sex, I licked her core in a lone, sinuous lick.
“Mmmmh,” she moaned, closing her eyes for just a instant, before fixing them back on the ones in the mirror, a slow, sensual smile gracing her face. Bella’s moans continued to grow louder, her head was thrown back in pleasure. My eyes went to the mirror behind her, watching, as she studied her face in the mirror, feeling the pleasure she was receiving.
Her glistening, bare pussy before me, had my cock stirring again. I took both her legs, placed them over my shoulders, sitting back slightly, and taking in her exposed body for a second.
Once I took in the view, I took my tongue and let it drag along the entire span of her slit, reaching her clit, I flicked it, before covering it with my mouth. I made circular motions around her clit, teasing it, watching in fascination, as her back arched and her mouth opened with a guttural groan.
“Edward,” she whimpered out loud. “Please…”
“Yes, my love?” I raised my mouth from her clit, voice husky, eyes blazing with lust, as I asked with a smirk.
My mouth continued to assault her clit, tongue flicking it with a rapid motion.
“Oh, Edward, god, please,” she moaned out, raising her hips to rub her bare pussy in my face. “Don’t tease me, I need you…”
With that said, I dove head first into her sopping wet pussy. With long swipes of my tongue, I lapped at the juices now flowing freely down her thighs.
Her scent, musky, with a trace of sweetness. I could fucking bathe in the shit every goddamned day. I never wanted the taste off my tongue. I could market the fucking shit, sell it for thousands of dollars to prepubescent boys.
“You smell like fucking heaven, love,” I groaned, my nose laying against her hot core, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of her arousal.
I lapped more, sucking every ounce of her juices up. Flicking my tongue against her clit, nibbling at it, as she cried out and once again arched her back off the vanity.
“So fucking good,” she moaned noisily, her cries echoing against the bathroom walls.
I brought my fingers up, swirling them around in her wetness, loving how the juices glistened on my fingers. I watched in eagerness, as I slammed them within her snug walls. Her pussy throbbed around my fingers, almost constricting, preparing for the explosion that was about to take place.
“Unfffh,” she cried out, as my fingers continued to wreak havoc on her tight pussy.
Her back was still arched, head thrown back, eyes locked on her face in the mirror. She was flushed all the way down to her pert breasts, her face contorted with satisfaction and sheer, unadulterated lust.
I moaned loudly, watching my fingers slide in and out of her, my thumb and tongue working her clit erratically. Hearing my moans, her eyes snapped to my face, lust filled eyes so startling and erotic. I removed my fingers from her heat, bringing them to her parted lips.
“Taste,” I demanded, forcibly shoving them deep inside her hot mouth.
“Mmmmm… So good…” She moaned, sucking my fingers stingily, swirling her tongue around them in hunger.
My breath caught in my throat, my dick growing ridiculously harder at the vision before me. She was panting around my fingers, her breaths coming up short, chest heaving as I dove back into her mound, lapping selfishly, as her hot sex poured the juices from her looming release.
Bringing my fingers back down to her pussy, sliding them effortlessly back into her tight walls, I quickened the pace, while rubbing my thumb over her clit in a circular gesture.
“Oh god, Edward,” she muttered, once again throwing her head back in ecstasy, her walls clamping down on my fingers, ready to explode.
I removed my fingers, nuzzling her pussy with my face, inhaling her musky scent once more, before I pinched her bundle of nerves sharply.
“Come on, cum for me, sweetheart,” I persuaded, my words, along with that pinch sending her over the edge.
“Edward…” She cried out, arching her back once again, body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm ricocheted throughout her body.
Bella’s hips jerked against my face as she came, my tongue lapping up every bit of her juices, until she had calmed. I slid my body up hers, picking her up in my arms, and carrying us to the bed in the next room.
Our lips crashed together, as I laid her out before me on the bed, covering her body with mine. Our kisses started out leisurely, soon spiraling to urgent and needy. Lips and hands moved roughly over one another, frantically searching for connection.
“I need you, Bella. I can’t wait any longer,” I groaned, moving between her legs, blatantly grinding my rock hard cock against her wet core, the tip dipping slightly inside of her sweltering heat.
“Please, Edward. Now…” She begged shamelessly, lifting her hips, causing me to sink into her fully, both moaning in unison.
I growled loudly, lifting off of her somewhat, gripping her hips strongly between my fingers, slamming myself into her in one fluid motion. I laid still for a minute, taking pleasure in the feeling of having us so connected, finally incapable of taking it any longer, I slid my hips back until I could feel only the tip at her entrance, roughly thrusting back into her warm heat.
Stroke backwards, unhurriedly.
Swift and powerful plummeting back in.
The feeling alone was almost eerie, my cock tingling with eagerness.
Her hips lifted, meeting my thrusts individually, her moans filling the room around us. My face was knotted with my exertion, grunts overlapping her moans.
Bella’s legs were wrapped firmly around my waist, hands pulling my face to hers, so she could attack my lips with hers. Our tongues met in a dance, warring the other with fierceness.
My pace changed, moving steadily and forcibly inside of her, thrusting upwards, making sure, I was hitting the right spot. My heart was racing, feelings so powerful, that I was concerned it would thump right out of my chest.
Bella’s grip on me only got tighter, her body clenched and molded itself to mine, causing me to growl into her mouth.
My thrusts came to a standstill, causing her to whine into my chest, nails digging into the muscles in my back. I pulled back to look at her face, flicking my tongue over her pouty lips, smirking and flipping us over so she was resting on top of my cock.
Once realization set in, she wiggled herself into a comfortable position, smiling down at me with a twinkle in her eyes. Her movements only caused me to grow harder, thrusting my cock upwards, the groan slipping from my mouth was animalistic.
Bella leaned forward, kissing me deeply before lifting herself on her knees above me, almost sliding my cock completely out of her heat, before she shifted on her legs once again and slammed down onto my rigid member.
We both growled out in gratification, as the new position allowed for me to slide deeper within her heated sex.
Bella rocked her body onto mine with such vigor, but it still wasn’t fast enough. I gripped her hips, pulling her up, before I brutally slammed her petite body back down upon my cock, my hips thrusting upwards at the same time. The force rocked our bodies, her breasts bounced, and her ribs popped loudly.
“Ungh.. Fuck, Edward,” she cried out, teeth chattering, as I pounded into her with such might.
I groaned, causing us both to throw our heads back in pleasure, as our impending orgasms grew closer.
Her walls began to clench and constrict around my cock, her body tense with anticipation. My thrusts became wild, faster and faster, as I turned into a fucking savage.
“Son of a….” Bella whined, arching her back in front of her, pert breasts bouncing wildly above us, as her fingers reached up to pinch her nipples harshly.
“Bellllllla…..” One final plunge, my body tensed and my hips jerked, as I yelled her name in vain.
As my body jerked, cock twitching and filling her tight pussy with my seed, I brought my hand up and pinched her clit violently, sending her orgasm through her like wildfire.
“Edddward!!!” She screamed out, her body rocking in ferocious spasms.
Moments later, she fell against me, my arms encompassing her, holding her close, as my now lifeless cock sat carelessly within her walls.
Harsh breathing.
Empty minds.
Silence.
Minutes passed between us before a word was uttered.
“I love you,” I sighed, tightening my hold on her, afraid she’d disappear at any given second.
“I love you, too, Edward, so much,” she whispered, raising herself from my body a few inches, running her fingers over my chest. They circled my nipples, as she pressed her lips to my jaw.
“It’s a good thing that I paid for the full day today, on your surprise, huh?” I asked, arching my eyebrow at her in question.
“Well I had absolutely no clue what you had or have planned for the day. All I knew is that I had to have you, Edward,” she smirked, winked, and then giggled.
She was so fucking adorable at times like these, love always present and shining in her eyes. For a woman to have gone through the things Bella had been through, and still be so loving, was nothing short of miraculous.
“Come, let us finish getting ready, so I can surprise you,” I smirked, winked, stood up, and pulled her to her feet.
“If we must,” Bella sighed, a lazy smile playing on her sweet lips.
Back in the bathroom.
Another shower.
Vanilla scent invading my nostrils.
Bella’s naked body, wet…
Biting back a groan, the insides of my jowl were practically bleeding from the force of my teeth.
Must fucking hold off… Must fucking hold off… Must fucking hold off… I chanted in my head, willing my dick to stay down, trying to keep from devouring Bella once again. We had somewhere we needed to be. Somewhere sweet and romantic. A place to see before we had to head back to Chicago.
By the grace of God, I managed to keep my dick down, like a good little boy, and made sure we were both spotless. I asked Bella to keep it simple, not to worry about make-up, how her hair looked, or the clothes she was wearing. Just be herself, relishing in the luxury of casualness.
I left her alone in the bathroom to dry her hair, dressing hurriedly in relaxing clothes and heading out into the living room to wait. Thirty minutes later, my breath caught in my throat, as I watched Bella emerge from the bedroom.
Dressed in a cotton, chambray colored, pleated tank dress with front pockets and ruffle hem. A tie-back waist and smocked back, paired off with a pair of silver, rocket dog own-it pumps, that made her legs look splendidly long and lasciviously delicious.
Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, tendrils of bangs falling haphazardly in front of her eyes. A hint of blush brushed along her dainty cheekbones, and a slither of lip gloss gracing her lips.
“My god, you look breathtaking, sweetheart,” I whispered into her ear, as I met her in the middle of the room, my lips nibbling at the shell of her ear. I dared a taste, as I brought my tongue softly along the outer part.
“Thank you,” she spoke faintly, timidly ducking her head and blushing.
I raised her chin, placing a tender kiss upon her lips. My woman would never again look down for any one. It was high time she started to have faith in herself, and realize what a beautiful person she was, and the loving soul she carried throughout her on a daily basis.
“Let’s head out, shall we?” I asked, gesturing towards my raised arm, in need of her to take hold and follow me out the front door.
“Of course,” she nodded, smiled thoughtfully, latching her arm through mine, and walking with me towards the door.
-&-
When we arrived at our stopping point, Bella’s eyes were wide with anticipation. A trace of excitement danced within her chocolate orbs, and I was almost positive she was ready to start bouncing in her seat.
“Are you serious?” She questioned, her voice raising several octaves by the second.
“Positive,” I winked, hopping out of the vehicle, racing around the car to help her out, before she bounced through the roof.
Once she was out of the car, she stood, staring like a child in a candy store, trying to decide which direction to run in first and what candy was her favorite.
The hot air balloon was ready to go, standing tall before us. I took her hand, escorting her over to the man that waited beside it, ready to take us up for a view of the city.
He smiled warmly at us once we were in front of him, taking Bella’s hand in his and kissing the top of her knuckles. He shook my hand next, and then helped us both into the hot air balloon, where we signed our waivers before the flight.
“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Cullen. I hope you enjoy your trip,” he nodded his head, fired up the tank and we were off into the air.
Although we missed the sunrise part, not that either of us was complaining, the view was breathtaking. We floated gently over the hustle and bustle of the Strip, roaming wherever the current of air took us.
The peace and tranquility engulfed us, as we took in the unobstructed, 360-degree views of Las Vegas and the gorgeous, surrounding terrain.
Our flight began in the southwest valley, bringing us over the Las Vegas’ residential areas, followed by the Las Vegas Strip to the east and the majestic Red Rock Mountains and Red Rock Canyon to the west.
We stood against the basket, Bella’s back pressed against my chest, my arms wrapped securely around her waist, floating in silence, barely noticing we were moving, as the wind moved us forward.
Once we finally touched down, we climbed from the basket, laying a blanket across the ground, so we could sit and enjoy our champagne breakfast together.
Bella snuggled between my legs, as we sat on the ground wrapped up in our little world together. We fed one another small bites of fresh fruit, sipping our champagne and just enjoying a natural conversation.
“I had a friend named Angela, Angela Webber, the pastor’s daughter, back in Washington. I snuck out of the house one morning, before sunrise and ventured to the park where I met her. After that, we became very close and use to sneak out every morning before the sunrise and meet one another at that very same spot in the park. It truly was the only time I could be a simple child, one who wasn’t being beaten by her father,” Bella sighed, closing her eyes and just remembering something so peaceful to her.
I remained silent, letting her get everything out there in front of us.
“She used to bring two dolls with her, as if she knew I never owned one for myself.” She smiled softly, a tear leaking from her closed eyes.
I caressed her arms lovingly, as she reminisced, smiling softly at her memory.
“We would braid their hair, and laugh about some of the stupidest things ever. Honestly, just being little girls, and it truly felt amazing to have a friend. Someone who didn‘t judge me by the bruises on my face and arms.” Bella spoke softly, using her fingers to trace spots on her face.
I could only assume or envision those being the spots where bruises once marred her exquisite, delicate face.
“I knew she often wondered why my skin was black and blue in some spots, she never questioned it though, or made me feel any less of a person. I lost her, my friend, Angela, about a year later, no more sneaking out when Charlie’s shifts changed at the police station.” She frowned, the crease in her forehead practically taking over her face.
I smoothed my fingers across her brows, trying to get her to relax.
“That next year, we were in the same class at school, always inseparable during school hours. She knew something was wrong with my home life, and that I was different from other kids, but she still stood by my side and made me smile, even when I felt like I had nothing to smile about in my life.” She sighed once again, eyes still closed, tears still trailing down her face.
I couldn’t stand to see her so poignant and dejected.
I had to find this Angela girl. No! I NEEDED to find her.
I knew Bella had Rose and Alice, but with the way Alice had been towards Bella, I couldn’t call that being a woman’s best friend. They shouldn’t act that way for crying out loud. It was deplorable, entirely unjustifiable.
As for Rose, Bella didn’t have a bad word to say about her, or her reaction to our relationship. Once she or Alice found out about our sudden wedding, who’s to say how Rose would react, but I could only imagine the shit that was about to hit the fan with Alice, and her clusterfuck of words that would undoubtedly spew from her fucking mouth.
Bella needed that one constant in her life more than ever. The one person who hasn’t, nor, would ever judge her for anything, even when those things were not caused by Bella herself.
I know you’re out there, Angela, and I’m coming for you. My Bella needs you!
“I really miss her,” Bella sighed, raking her hand over her face.
“Thank you for sharing that story with me, Bella,” I smiled lovingly at her, pulling her face to mine, giving her a chaste kiss on the nose.
-&-
The trip back to Chicago was very pleasant, wrapped in our tiny bubble in the air, love the prominent feature etched on our faces. We ignored the stewardess, who thought her breasts should be shoved in my face the entire time, that was the most annoying thing about the trip home in deed. Bella doesn’t even have a jealous bone in her body, one might be annoyed by this tiny fact, but not me, it assured me that our love was stronger than anyone could possibly comprehend.
The drive back to the house from the airport was highly arousing and extremely distracting. Bella’s hand rested on my thigh, slowly moving towards my cock, he was stirring readily, with shameless need.
Before I could even blink, she had the button on my pants popped, and my dick confined in her tiny hands. I could feel the pulse in her hands, as she held securely to my now throbbing member. He was so fucking rigid and ready to jump through fucking hoops, if he had to.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I whimpered, eyes closing involuntarily, breathe halted, car swerving all over the damn road like I was three sheets to the wind.
“Sweetheart, you can’t do that shit, I could’ve killed us just then,” I whined as her succulent mouth engulfed my cock in one swift plunge, wishing we were already home and that my heart would stop trying to jump out of my goddamned chest in utter excitement.
Soon she was giggling, as I glared at her in return.
Bella stopped her delicious torture on my cock with her mouth, but continued to pump me, as I drove. My release was there, hanging by a thread, but I willed it away the best that I could. We were almost home, it could wait. I wanted to be wrapped up in her hot, tight walls, as I succumbed to my own pleasure.
Once we arrived at the house, I was instantly out of the vehicle, dick still standing proud and out in the open, as I quickly dragged Bella out her door, throwing her over my shoulder and running to the front door. Bags are all but forgotten in the vehicle as I unlocked the front door, rushing through it, kicking it shut with my foot, as I spun the two us around, slamming her into the door.
Hastily ripping her panties off, shoving her dress above her hips, I thrusted my cock into her fast and hard.
Loud growls erupted from my chest, as I turned into a caveman.
I pounded into her with everything that I had. Raw, rough fucking consumed us both.
Bella’s head hit the door hard, repeatedly.
“Oh… Fuck… Edward….” She cried out, thrashing around against the door, hips against hips, grinding, rocking, slamming.
“Son of a bitch,” I screamed, dick throbbing, thrusting upwards, relentlessly within her constricting walls.
Had we not been so loud, we would have heard the doorbell, and the pounding on the front door.
If we had cared, or been two different people, we would have been mortified that someone could possibly hear us.
But we weren’t. We were Edward and Bella. Mob Boss and Lingerie provider. Two people consumed with one another, blissfully in love, married.
I reached between us, pinching Bella’s clit with such brutality and force, her back arched, jutting her clothed-covered cleavage in my face, she screamed my name and sobbed in contentment, as her orgasm ricocheted through her body.
“Edward,” she cried out, grinding harder onto my cock, milking me for all that it was worth.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, burying my face into her neck and breathing in her decadent scent greedily.
As our panting began to slow, our thoughts began to clear. The sounding of the doorbell caused us both to separate and groan at the loss of contact. We straightened our clothes out hurriedly, laughing with the fact that we had lost touch with reality, consuming one another in the heat of the moment.
Once we were presentable, we put on a smile, wrapped our arms around one another’s waist, and I opened the door.
Standing before us in the open doorway, were my parents, eyebrows raised, looking extremely fucking amused.
Fuck.My.Life
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