(BPOV)
Staring into Edward’s hopeful eyes, that were glistening with unshed tears, I could see flashes of our future together. A beautiful little girl, her bronze ringlets bouncing as she ran through our backyard. Two identical little boys, my mahogany hair atop their heads, chasing after the older girl. Edward and I, sitting on the back porch, watched our children run free, with not a care in the world. The smile was huge that graced my face, as the tears streamed down, taking in the sight of the beautiful, antique ring he held in the tiny, velvet box, I nodded my head.
“I’d be the happiest woman on the face of this planet, to dance with you at our wedding,” I breathed, relishing in the beauty of this moment, brightly smiling through the tears.
Edward quickly sprung to his feet, grabbed me around the waist with such force and crushed me to his body. His lips met mine, tongues thrashing against the other, passion erupting from within me. Moans swallowed… Teeth clashing… Breathing out our noses… Breaths lost…. His lips left mine, excitedly spinning me around in circles.
“Isabella Swan, just agreed to marry me,” he hollered into the night air, laughing in delight.
The captain came across the loud speaker a few minutes later, congratulating us, and to tell us we would be docking soon. All to soon, the trip was over, and we were heading back to our vehicle.
Driving home, we savored in the sweetness of the soft music playing and the love that radiated from the both of us.
(EPOV)
After I had asked Bella to marry me, I thought I might just keel over dead from the fear I was feeling. Had I crossed the line, was it to fast? Once that smile graced her face, I knew, right then, that I would spend the rest of my life loving and cherishing this woman; the mother of my future children and wife.
When she had said that she would be the happiest woman on the face of this planet to dance with me on our wedding day, I couldn’t help but spring to my feet and crush her to my chest, followed by spinning her around in circles and screaming out loud, that she had agreed to be my wife.
The drive home was spent in a comfortable silence, basking in the joy of the nights events. Now I wanted nothing more, than to be home, making love to my beloved fiancée.
Once we pulled up outside of the house, we hurried out of the vehicle and through the door. We fumbled our way up the stairs kissing, embracing, and leaving a trail of clothing along the way. Coming up short, and not being able to hold back any longer, we found ourselves in a heap on top of the stairs.
Falling to the floor, languid kisses, followed by tender touches. We crawled our way to the bedroom the best that we could, kissing and touching the entire way.
Once we made it into the bedroom, Bella scrambled onto the bed, laying down onto her back. I hovered over her, kissing her fully on the lips, our tongues synchronizing with one another. I tore my lips from hers, moving down her body, laving at each of her curvy breasts, before roaming down her flat stomach. Bella snorted loudly, as I dipped my tongue into her belly button, my lips traveling down to her soft, wet pussy. I passed her wet folds and ran my nose down her inner thigh, dragging my mouth back up and taking a bite of the fold in her leg. Bella squeaked noisily, moaning my name.
"You are so delicious, precious," I cooed, kissing the bite mark that was forming on her skin.
She did taste delicious. A mixture of her arousal and flesh, swirled on my tongue. I never had any type of problem going down on a woman, but with Bella, I felt as if I'd never leave her sweet pussy. I wanted to position myself between her thighs forever.
"I want to taste your sweet pussy, so fucking bad," I moaned, running my tongue up the center of her folds.
Bella locked her legs down around my shoulders, but I unlocked them so that her legs hung over them instead. With my head flanked in the middle of her hard thighs, I gave her deprived clit, delicate, wet kisses. Her fingers in my hair, urging me on, I slipped my tongue deep inside her sex. Bella started grinding her pussy on my face, I pulled back, plunging two of my fingers inside of her, sucking tenderly on her swollen clit.
"Oh, God, Edward, please baby, please!" she cried out, her body convulsing slightly.
Looking up, seeing her back arch off the bed, hands pulling at her taut nipples. The sight had me unwillingly dry humping the mattress. A quick curl of my fingers, rubbed at the spongy spot inside of her.
"Ahhhhh! Edward…" Bella screamed, exploding around my fingers, her walls gripping tightly, and pulsing erratically.
Her body shook, back arching off the bed, as her orgasm rocked her petite body. Her skin was glowing beautifully, a light sheen of sweat covering her body. It was the most glorious thing I had ever witnessed in my life. The times before this, were wonderful, but seeing her as my fiancée, made it even more beautiful.
"Please, Edward, I need you inside of me," Bella cried out, tugging at my arms.
I crawled my way up her tiny body, wrapping her arms around my neck, attacking her mouth. Moaning into my mouth, tasting herself on my tongue, sucking lightly. She released one arm and reached between our bodies, grabbing my dick in her soft hand. Bella stroked me gently a few times, causing me to moan loudly.
“Ugh… So good…” I grunted, relishing in the feeling of her hand firmly gripping my cock.
Bella wrapped her legs around my waist, successfully making me sink deep inside of her hot, wet sex, causing me to have to hold her hips down, so she wouldn't move. I was ready to blow my load, and if she didn’t stop, I would do just that.
"Sweetheart, slow down, baby, I won't…" I trailed off, trying to concentrate on not shooting my load.
"I‘m sorry, I just need you so bad right now," she sighed, biting her bottom lip, causing me to groan.
Looking into her eyes, I could see the want she was feeling. We needed one another just the same. As much as I wanted to pound into her, her eyes showed how much we needed to go slow. I pulled out of her slowly, before sliding all the way back in, buried to the hilt. Bella's back arched off the bed and I slipped my arms underneath her, so that they we‘re locked over her shoulders.
"Slowly, just for now, I need slow," I groaned, burying my face in her neck, letting her sweet aroma fill my nostrils.
With hard, languid strokes, I slowly filled her over and over. Our bodies, slick with sweat, and our breaths mingled into one another, as we worked up to what we so urgently needed. Bella's snug walls quivered against me, as she begged.
"Please, Edward, so close, I need…" Bella whimpered against my mouth.
I removed my arms from behind her and slipped my hand between our sweat-covered bodies. We were both covered in Bella's arousal, she was so fucking wet, that my fingers slid back and forth over her clit effortlessly. Her hips started working a faster pace, as I flicked her tiny bud and with a abrupt pinch, she wailed my name louder than ever before. I could feel the surge from her orgasm, as she shook almost violently. Knowing that I made her cum so hard, had me thrusting deeper, needing to feel her do it again.
"Fuck, so good, fuck so good," I repeated, grunting, as I pressed her hips down and gave her everything I had.
Each pump of my cock, had Bella yelping. Our skin slammed together loudly, as my pelvis rubbed against her clit.
"Edward! Oh, my God! I'm going to cum again!" she cried out, grinding her hips into me roughly.
Hell mother fucking yes! My girl is amazing!!
"Please, Bella, I need to, I need…" I panted noisily, wanting us to cum together.
Bella dug her nails into the back of my neck, as she came again, her pussy walls locking down on me once again. The way her muscles constricted around my cock, had me cumming powerfully. I pressed in as far as I could, holding her firmly, as torrent after torrent of my release shot deep inside of her body.
Finally, we were both spent and I tried desperately to hold myself off of her. My arms were sore and my body was so exhausted. Bella wrapped her arms around me and pulled down.
"I don't want to…" I groaned, glad to take the weight off, but concerned that I was crushing her.
"Please, I want your weight on me, I need it," she whispered, leaving a soft trail of kisses along my jaw.
I did as she asked, laying my weighty body on hers. I had no idea how she could be comfortable, but she just sighed, and ran her fingers over my back.
After a few minutes, I rolled to the side, pulling Bella along with me. Staring into her eyes, I wanted nothing more than to rush off tomorrow and get married. I just wanted to start living our lives as a married couple, to cherish Bella forever.
“Marry me tomorrow, Bella. We‘ll fly to Vegas, and have a small wedding,” I suggested, smiling and kissing her face repeatedly.
“Is that really what you want?” Bella asked, looking into my eyes, trying to see if it was, in fact, what I wanted.
“I never wanted anything big and fancy, and seeing as you hate attention, I thought it would be nice to just head to Vegas and do it without having to fuss over something big,” I answered, knowing this would be perfect for the two of us. She didn’t have her parents, nor were my parents in the country.
“What about your parents, Edward?” She questioned, still not saying no.
“They’ll love you, and be ecstatic that we’re so happy and in love,” I smiled, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Alright then, let’s fly to Vegas. I can’t wait to start my life with you,” she beamed, jumped out of the bed, and left the room, leaving me stunned.
I quickly got out of bed, following behind her, only to find her in the office.
“What are you doing, love?” I asked, puzzled at what she was doing.
“I’m booking us the first flights out to Vegas,” she giggled, clearly happier than I had given her credit for.
“Now that sounds like a plan, love. Make sure the seats are first class, I’m to tall for the regular seats,” I said, walking around the desk, lifting her from the seat, plopping down unceremoniously, and pulling her body into my lap. I pushed my face into her hair, breathing her delicious scent in.
“I should book our room, as well,” Bella recommended, biting her bottom lip in concentration.
“You also need to let your secretary know you won’t be in the office tomorrow or the next day,” I added, wishing we could take a honeymoon right now, but knew that we would have to wait.
“Yeah, I guess I do. Promise me we’ll take a real honeymoon soon,” she asked, turning to face me, with hope in her eyes.
“We’ll go anywhere your little heart desires, sweetheart,” I murmured, brushing my lips against her cheek.
“Well, lets get all this taken care of, so we can go cuddle up together and sleep, our flight leaves at ten in the morning,” she smiled, pressing her lips firmly to mine.
Once everything was planned out, and Bella had finished talking with her secretary, we headed back up to our room. Bella slowly crawled back into bed, still naked from the earlier love making session, and I followed. She curled up next to me, her head in the crook of my neck, arm hanging loosely around my waist, and a leg slung over my legs. It was one of those moments that was absolutely perfect.
By the next morning, Bella and I were rushing around, getting ready to leave. Everyone and everything was in order, we just needed to pack and hit the road. We were all smiles from the moment we had woken up, knowing that by nighttime we would be married. Once our bags were packed, we showered, got ready, and then had a light breakfast, courtesy of Bella.
At nine o’clock, we were checked in at O’Hare airport, making our way through security. After being cleared, we sat in a corner, in the VIP lounge and snuggled close to one another.
The plane boarded at nine-thirty that morning, and once again, we found ourselves snuggled up together, in the first-class section. By ten o’clock, we were ready for take off, soon up in the air, heading for our forever together. Sleep found us soon after, embraced in one another arms.
When the captain came across the intercom, announcing our arrival in Las Vegas, along with the temperature, I roused from my sleep, still embraced in Bella’s loving arms. I gently shook her awake, leaving a trail of chaste kisses along her jaw.
“Wake up, beautiful,” I smiled against her jaw, continuing my assault on her cheek.
“To be in a plane, in cushion seats, that was a nice nap,” she said, stretching her arms over her head, and yawning.
“We have a lot to experience today, before our wedding tonight,” I said, elated that we were here, together, and really going to get married.
“I look forward to it. I know I booked us for several things to do today, once we check into our terrace suite at the MGM Grand.” Bella smiled, raising her hand to my neck, pulling my lips to hers.
“Mmhmm,” I moaned, savoring the taste of her pouty lips.
Once the plane had landed at McCarran International Airport, we were taxied and dismissed. Clearing security, we made our way over to get our bags, and headed over to pick up our rental car. Bella opted to get us a convertible for our trip, seeing as we rarely got the option of a top down in Chicago.
We arrived at the MGM Grand around two o’clock for our check-in, and got ourselves situated in the spacious living quarters. The 1,300 square foot suite showcased a soaring two-story, vaulted ceiling. The large open space comfortably seated four for dinner and for convenience, had a downstairs bathroom. Upstairs, the master bedroom opened into a large master bath with his-and-her sinks, a makeup vanity, and a separate oversized whirlpool tub and shower.
The real treat, though, was the view from the terrace or upstairs balcony. The view was absolutely spectacular, the Las Vegas Strip buzzing beneath our feet, with the noise of fellow tourist alike. I looked forward to the night sky that would grace us in the evening hours.
Once we had both freshened up and got things situated in our room, we decided to head out to enjoy a few of things Las Vegas had to offer, before we went to find Bella the perfect dress. Since I already had a tux, we didn’t have to worry about that aspect of things.
To keep things at a romantic level, I took Bella for an outdoor Gondola Ride at the Venetian. We snuggled together as the gondolier started our journey. The soothing sounds of the water lapped at the side of the gondola, to the eloquent singing of our gondolier. The warmth of the sun overhead, was warming our skin, and the sparkling water below us.
After our gondola ride, we made our way over to Mon Ami Gabi, a classic French bistro, at Le Boulevard at Paris. You automatically felt as if you were in France, once you were seated out in the patio area. The French steakhouse theme was carried throughout the restaurant; from the style of chairs to the menu on a chalkboard, to the airy atrium which opened out to the patio. Mon Ami Gabi had cornered the al fresco dining experience by incorporating features intrinsic of cafes on the Champs Elysee.
Once we were seated, the waitress politely asked for our drink order. Bordeaux, Pomerol - Chateau Rogue, 06, was ordered and we looked over the menu. We began our meal with some hot hors d’oeuvres. Baked Cheese with tomato sauce and herbs, in company with some cold, hand cut-gaufrette potato chips with artichoke dipping sauce.
We fed one another bits and pieces of our appetizers, smiling and laughing, enjoying one another’s presence. Although chatter was going on around us, we were too focused on each other to notice. Our happy bubble was filled with utter devotion and love.
Once we were finished with our hors d’oeuvres, our waitress came to take our dinner order. I ordered the New York Strip 16oz. Steak with a bordelaise sauce, while Bella opted for the Grilled Pork Tenderloin with tomato-bacon farci, and caramelized onion sauce.
Through our moans and praises on how superb the food was, we continued to relish in our bubble of love. We talked about our past, the present and our future together. We spoke about our ambitions, our talents, and the things we absolutely loathed.
Chef Terry Lynch had done a wonderful job on our food, and praises just weren’t enough for the job that he had done.
After dinner, the waitress returned, asking if we were ready to order dessert. I ordered the Banana Foster Crepe and Bella opted for the Chocolate Mousse. Again, we took turns feeding one another, wrapping our mouths around the others spoon, and moaning.
Once the bill was settled, and a hefty tip was left, we made our way over to Celebrations Bridal to find the perfect dress for Bella to wear tonight. Of course, Bella being Bella, hated to shop, but she found her dress in the first round. It was a slim line gown with corset closure. Asymmetrical ruching throughout the bodice created a flattering figure in the Gossamer Chiffon style. A delicate beaded shoulder strap lent a modern detail to the strapless neckline. A large, beaded motif at the side hip led into a side frill draping over the slim skirt.
Taking care of the payment for the dress after Bella was finished, we made our way over to the Bellagio Wedding Chapel to get ready for our wedding. My tux was delivered there earlier in the day, so we didn’t need to worry about that. Our final stop, before going to the wedding chapel was at Tiffany & Co. We needed our wedding bands, and I thought it was best if we picked those out together.
I picked an Etoile Five-row band ring for Bella. 3.30 carats, completely modern and streamlined, yet perfectly timeless. Five rows of brilliant, round diamonds in platinum. Bella picked mine out, the Lucida Wedding Band ring, which was 6mm wide, an original Tiffany creation of incomparable beauty, finished in platinum.
Once we had paid, we headed on over to the chapel. Bella was sent in one direction when we arrived, and I, the other direction. The wedding package we had chosen, was the Cosa Bella wedding package.
After I was ready, I was escorted to the front of the chapel, where I met the minister that was to marry us. He was extremely polite and very kind. A custom Bellagio aisle runner, made it’s way up between the pews. Fresh, white petals were sprinkled up the middle of the aisle, a professional harpist sat in the corner of the room, and the two professional photographers were set up in the other locations of the room.
We requested that our three nights in a penthouse suite with lakeview and high floor, one evening of dinner for two in Picasso or prime, and the two tickets for Cirque du Soleil’s ‘O’ Show be donated to a local charity.
The harpist began her song, and after a minute, Bella began her descent down the aisle. She was absolutely exquisite walking towards me, so surreal looking. I was marrying a goddess, what a lucky bastard I was. We had snagged two guests of the Bellagio to witness for us, to which they were happy to do so.
As Bella finally made it to me, I wanted nothing more than to sling her over my shoulder, and run out all caveman, and screw her brains out, but that defeated any purpose of us coming to Vegas to get married, so I had to suck it up, and tell my balls to knock it off for awhile, we had big boy things to do.
Once Bella is by my side, the harpist halts her halted music and we turned towards the minister, waiting for his speech.
“Edward and Isabella, in presenting yourselves here today to be joined in marriage, you perform an act of faith. This faith can grow and develop and last, but only if you both decide to make it so. A lasting and growing love is not guaranteed by any ritual.”
“If you would have the foundation of your marriage be the devotion you have for one another, not just at this moment, but for all the days to come, then treasure the hopes and dreams that you bring here today. Establish that your love will never be blotted out by the common nor obscured by the ordinary in life. Faults will surface where now you find comfort, and admiration can be shattered by the routine of daily life.”
“Dedication, love, and joy can grow only when you nourish them together. Stand fast in that hope and confidence, having faith in your shared destiny just as strongly as you have faith in yourselves and in one another today. Only with this spirit can you forge a union that will strengthen and endure all the days of your lives.”
“I, Edward, take you, Isabella, as my friend and love, beside me and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us.”
I placed the ring on Bella’s finger, and said;
“Isabella, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of God.”
“I, Isabella, take you, Edward, as my friend and love, beside me and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us.”
She placed the ring on my finger, and said;
“Edward, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of God.”
Once we’d said our vows, the minister continued;
“With this statement made of love and trust, which we have just heard, I now wish you to greet Edward and Isabella as husband and wife.”
“May this day shine eternally in your lives.
May it add brilliance to every achievement and cast a divine light over any misfortune.
May you care for each other in all sadness.
May you give cheer to each other.
May you give vitality to each other in all undertakings.
May all that is virtuous, beautiful and honest, remain with you always.”
“You may kiss the bride. Cheers came from our witnesses and the remaining people in the room, as our lips touched down on one another. We kept it clean, considering our company.”
The next two hours was spent around the resort, taking pictures with the photographers. Then we received a ride in a limo over to get the marriage certificate fixed up.
As the night was ending, our limo dropped us back off at the MGM Grand, where we fumbled our way to our suite. After gaining entrance to our room, I picked Bella up bridal style, and carried her over the threshold.
I carried her to the bed, where we joined ourselves as husband and wife. The trust and love shining in her eyes was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. She wore a warm smile, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck.
Standing before our bed, our lips met, tenderly stroking one another’s tongues, after a few moments of sweet kisses, she nipped at my bottom lip, making me growl playfully into her mouth, before throwing her onto the bed, causing her to squeal, as I crawled up her body to her mouth once again.
"You were absolutely stunning tonight, Mrs. Cullen." I smiled at her, loving how her name sounded now.
I slid my hands to the back of her dress, where the zipper laid, before dragging it down, bit by bit. I kissed her right shoulder, loving the way she squirmed when she had decided that she'd had enough teasing. I used my teeth to drag down the strap of the dress, before moving my ministrations to the left side. I pulled the dress the rest of the way down, completely focused on the task at hand. When I turned back to the goddess lying beneath me, the breath was knocked from my lungs.
She wore a simple white lace bra and panty set, matching her ivory skin. Her body was perfect, the perfect body for a woman. She was in no way fat, but she had the most sensual, surreal curves to her breasts and hips. Her breaths were coming in pants, making her chest rise and fall rapidly.
When she noticed my not-so discrete staring, she blushed, raising her arms to cover herself. I immediately pulled them down, unable to waste a second not touching her.
"You are truly the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." I whispered in her ear, before taking her lobe in my mouth, sucking tenderly.
"What did I do to deserve you?" I asked her, staring directly into her soft, chocolate orbs.
"Edward, it's me who doesn't deserve you." She said, sincerely.
I kissed her, sinking my tongue into her mouth, while she moaned from the abruptness of my attack. Our tongues fought against each other, teasing one another. I reached my hands behind her to unclasp her strapless bra, but when I was fruitless, I had to break the kiss to see what I was doing. She giggled when she saw the look of awkwardness on my face.
"Don't worry, I'll let you practice any time you want." She grinned, seductively. I smiled stupidly, feeling like it was my first time ever again.
Once I finally undid her bra and tossed the offending material somewhere across the room, I lowered my head to her pink bud, licking the nub, engrossed by her reactions to my touch. When I began to suck at the nipple, she moaned, throwing her head back in gratification.
After deciding she'd had enough with my teasing, Bella pulled my head back to hers for another kiss. My hands, however had other ideas, as they trailed from her perfect breasts over the soft planes of her stomach. Once my hands reached the waistband of her panties, I was overcome with need. I latched my fingers into the material and swiftly ripped them from her body.
“Oh, Edward,” Bella moaned, arching her body into mine.
She was so hot, so wet and completely glistening with her arousal, which made my erection twitch against her thigh. Her pleasure was the only thing on my mind, but almost like it was out of reflex, when I hit a particularly sweet spot, Bella's hands reached out and grabbed my penis. I froze before releasing a loud groan, which only made Bella wetter.
I plunged another finger into her, making her cum instantaneously. Bella's orgasm was a magnificent thing to watch. Her back arched, her face flushed and her mouth formed a silent squeal as she shook in pleasure.
Wanting to be inside her when I came, I pried her still-trembling fingers from my erection, mourning the loss of contact.
"I want to make love to you, Bella." I whispered into the dimly lit room, just the moonlight lighting our faces to each other.
"Please, Edward." She whimpered, touching her lips softly to mine.
I gently slid into her wet heat, waiting a minute for her to adjust to my size. I began to thrust into her, spurred on by the moans she was now making. Her hips began to rock with mine, sending jolts of desire throughout my body.
"Oh god! Edward!" Bella cried out, as my thrusts amplified, becoming erratic. I needed to see her release before myself, so I reached my hand in between us and rubbed her clit roughly. Her moans became louder, her breathing harsher, as she got closer to the edge of the cliff.
"Let go, Love." I whispered, and with a final flick of my fingers, she came, which caused me to follow right behind her. I thrust one more time, before collapsing onto the bed next to her in a sticky, panting heap.
I pulled out of her, smiling when she whimpered from the loss of contact, and pulled her closer to my body so she was curled into my chest. Bella sighed contentedly, before placing a single kiss above my heart.
"I love you, Bella." I whispered. Truly content and happy with the choices we had made thus far in our relationship.
“I love you too, Edward,” she said, smiling into my chest, breathing in my manly scent.
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