Chapter 23

Chapter 23

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The wind blew harsher than usual today, autumn making itself known subtly as I threw on a light jacket, a beret and a scarf. The sun still warmed my skin while I sat at the park, Yoda at my heels and Jacob sitting beside me as we watched his son, Benji, and Laurent, his husband in the playground. Laurent was a tall, olive-skinned god. With his dark curls and sharp facial definition, he was fit to walk down the runway.

He was lean and wiry, muscled but not overly defined. His accent was thick, but you could tell by how animated he got when he talked about Jacob, his hands flying with passion, that Jacob was in good hands.

The kid, Benji, was actually really sweet. I was used to children being little terrors, but he was well mannered and shy, keeping close to his fathers.

I smiled, swinging my legs slightly and feeling light. It had taken time to fully repair my relationship with Jake, and while we would never be as close as we once had been, we were resigned to take what we could get.

"How have you been, Babycakes?" he asked, slinging an arm behind me along the back of the bench.

I smiled softly, shrugging slightly as I brushed a stray hair out of my face. "I'm good. It still feels weird to have a father that I don't really know though," I admitted. "I mean, he invited me and Edward over for Thanksgiving with his wife and two kids, but...I don't know...I think it's too soon to do holidays.”

"Hmmm, yeah, I think you're right," he agreed. "But talking of your Senator, when do I get to meet him?”

I internally pulled a face because as much as I wanted Edward and Jacob to meet, neither of them were fond of each other. Edward because of Jacob's lack of care concerning me during my parent's death and the excuses he'd made to cover up his behavior, and Jacob because of how Edward and I had met.

Jacob was worried that Edward would turn out to be another Felix, and no matter how many times I tried to dispel those worries, he was still wary. I was somewhat afraid that when the two of them did meet, that things might be a little tense. I didn't want either of them fighting over me and what they deemed was best for me, so I had been avoiding putting them together in any shape or form.

Edward understood that I had forgiven Jacob and so, by default, he had to be nice to him, but Edward's version of nice when he didn't want to be left a little to be desired. He had this thing where he would purposefully toy with the poor unfortunate soul who happened to be on the receiving end, becoming the puppet master as he manipulated and bent the person to his will.

It was one big power trip, and while I had only seen it in terms of him and Charlie, I had seen that familiar darkness in his eyes that told me he was enjoying every minute of his discomfort. The best part was that the way he did it made it look as though he was joking, confusing him further.

It was evil, but undeniably hot to watch him like that, his mask of Senator firmly in place. It was amazing to see how different he was at home and relaxed than when he was out and about, firm and demanding.

It was another side of him that melded well with his personality, and I gazed in awe as Charlie, a man who was CEO of his own computer company that was in the Forbe's list, stumbled and tripped over his words with just an arched eyebrow from Edward.

I wasn't sure what he had said to Charlie at their first meeting, but Charlie was careful about not saying anything that could be constructed as offending me in any shape or form. I'd tried to ask Edward about it, but he'd just kissed me on the forehead and told me not to worry about it, which led me to believe that whatever method he had used to instill fear into Charlie would not be approved by me.

"Ummm, well, we're spending Thanksgiving at Alice's house outside the city, you're welcome to join us," I said, the plan already forming in my mind. If I could use Alice and her husband, Jasper, to act as mediators in the situation, it was less likely to blow up into a Thanksgiving drama.

"Hmmm, not going to his parent's house then," he commented lightly, obviously over-analyzing the situation, and I sighed.

"Jacob," I warned. "You need to stop with that attitude. There is a lot that you don't know about Edward so don't immediately assume that we aren't going to his parents house because he's uncomfortable with taking me. Not that it is any of your business, but he's been having trouble with his parents, and they are going through a very nasty divorce right now. They are both self-centered and only caring about Edward when it is beneficial to them, so he's put distance between himself and them.”

He looked surprised by my revelation, most likely thinking-like everyone else did-that Edward's family life was perfect, and that he didn't go through the normal family dysfunctions that other's suffered through.

"Wow, I'm sorry," he murmured, looking slight guilty. "I didn't mean to make it sound like he didn't care enough to bring you back home to meet the folks.”

I huffed. "You didn't? Because that is what it sounded like. I don't want you to come on Thanksgiving if I know that neither you nor Edward are going to behave-“

"Wait! Why wouldn't he behave?" Jacob demanded, interrupting me.

I sighed. "I may have forgiven you for abandoning me for three months, but Edward hasn't. As far as he's concerned, you are a 'liability.' He doesn't want to see me get hurt again, and your initial callousness about it makes him wary of you.”

His expression was a mixture of surprised and annoyed. "I would never do that to you again!" he exclaimed.

I shrugged. "He doesn't know that. All he knows is that you—my supposed best friend—weren't there when I really needed you, choosing to ignore my calls and e-mails. The two of you already don't get along, and you haven't even met, so unless your attitude toward him improves, I can't rightfully force him to be nice to you," I told him simply and decisively.

He let out a long breath, pulling a face before letting it settle into a petulant pout, his arms folding across his chest. "Fine," he said grudgingly. "I'll behave. What time is this Thanksgiving dinner?”

"It starts at around five. I'll e-mail you more of the details," I told him.

He nodded, casting his eyes toward his husband and son, a smile turning up the edges of his lips. "This will be their first Thanksgiving," he murmured, his eyes shining. "I never knew how fulfilling it was to share even the simplest of things until I met Laurent."

"How did you two meet anyway?" I asked, wondering why it had only just occurred to me that I was unaware of their meet cute.

"Well," Jacob started, shifting his position to get more comfortable. "You know I originally went to Paris for Fashion Week. I was at some after-party in some dark club. I was sipping on champagne, wondering which lucky guy would leave with me that night because I swear, I have never seen so many hot men in such a small space. I was even contemplating a threesome at one point," he said, waggling his eyebrows, causing me to laugh and shake my head at him.

It was such an Old-Jacob kind of thing to think.

"Well, anyway, I was eye-fucking this blonde guy—I think he was a model—when, out of nowhere, dark, cute, and curly appears, sharp jaw, and high cheekbones that many a man would kill for. He looked straight at me, looking me over with interest before smirking and completely dismissing me. I was, of course, annoyed and upset that dark, cute, and curly had blatantly dismissed me so callously, especially since he had a body worth molesting, ya know? I tried to follow him, but he had completely disappeared, so I did some inquiries and found out his name and where he was going to be.”

"Wow, stalker much? " I teased, nudging his shoulder with mine.

He chuckled and shrugged. "I'd never reacted to a guy like I did to Laurent. The sexual tension that had overcome me when our eyes met could have knocked me over. I needed to know if it was a fluke or if the sex would be as good as the tension. At first, it was about my pride and my curiosity, but Laurent played hard to get. He completely disregarded me, making me feel insignificant because he—and I'm quoting this—'he knew my type.' Turned out that my reputation had preceded me, and that he had no interest in a 'wham bam thank you ma'am.’

"I pursued him relentlessly for the whole week, not quite understanding the pull I had to him in the first place. It frustrated me, and I hated how I reacted to him more than I hated his reaction to me. I couldn't focus on anything but him, and you know how I am about Fashion Week. Somehow, though, by acting the way he did, he managed to break through all my defenses until I was just a boy from Champaign, Illinois, who was afraid of getting hurt like my mother had been.”

I nodded, squeezing his thigh in comfort. Jacob's mother had been in an abusive relationship with Jacob's stepfather. She had refused to leave him, stating that she loved him too much to leave him. He also abused Jacob emotionally for being gay until he left, escaping to California and never looking back. It broke Jacob's heart when his stepfather killed his mother, and he closed himself off, saying that if love was like that, then he wanted nothing to do with it.

We had been so similar in so many aspects, which was why we had been so close so easily. Our views were the same, no matter how self-destructive they were.

"I asked him out on a date, and—no matter how clichéd it sounds—I swear I fell in love with him that night. He made me open up to him, and he didn't judge me for my past. He was wary at first, keeping our sexual relationship chaste, but it didn't last. I think it was the day he introduced me to his son that I knew that I couldn't leave France without him. I proposed after only having known him for two months, and I wasn't sure who was more surprised when he accepted. Benji stayed with his mother while we went on our honeymoon around France for three weeks.

"He completely uprooted his life as a designer for me, knowing that I couldn't stay in Paris, at least not at that point. He was doing so well for himself, but he loved me enough to move to America with his son. I never want him to regret that, and once I finish tying up lose ends, we hope to move back there," he admitted nervously, looking for my reaction.

"You're moving to France?" I asked, surprised.

"Not till next year, Babycakes," he quickly added.

I smiled at him. "I'm happy for you Jacob, if anyone deserves happiness, it's you." I paused for a moment before adding, "Edward wants me to move to Italy with him once his term finishes. I mean, he hasn't actually said the words, but he hints to it, slowly acclimatizing me to the idea of our future. He keeps setting me up with his interior designer, Esme Platt, to go over colors and designs for the house he has over there. We haven't really talked about it yet, but I know what he wants, and I'm not afraid of that anymore. I still have all these insecurities that bug me from time to time, but I just try and concentrate on the fact that, out of all the women in the world, he picked me. I know he feels complete with me, and that he loves me, and honestly, that is all I can ask for," I revealed, feeling suddenly shy about my declaration.

"Don't forget the mind-blowing sex," Jacob said, a sly smirk on his lips.

I barked out a surprised laughed. "There is no conceivable way for me to forget the sex. 

I'm still trying to figure out which is best: making love or fucking," I said crassly.

"Don't over-think it, as long as at the end of the day he's the one you're doing it with, then the details don't matter.”

I nodded. "We're a bunch of saps now, huh?" I teased, leaning over to pick up Yoda, hugging him to my chest.

"I suppose we are, but we're both happy and in love, so I can deal with a bit of sappiness for that.”

"It does seem like a fair trade," I agreed.

...

"Edward," I whimpered, my eyelids fluttering shut as my hand ghosted over his hips before grasping his ass. He kissed my shoulder, gripping my leg and pulling it back as he settled in behind me, hooking my leg over his.

I could feel his cock pressing impatiently against my thigh as his hand cupped my wet, swollen pussy, while palming the supple globe of my tit with the other, his fingers rolling and tugging at my taut, swollen nipple.

My head fell back against his shoulder, little pants escaping my parted lips as I trembled beneath his touch.

"You're so wet for me, mia Bellezza," he murmured, his lips soft and wet as they kissed along the length of my shoulder. I squirmed, pressing my hips forward into his fingers. They skimmed over my sensitive lips, dragging my arousal with them as they moved to trace patterns on my pelvis.

"Please, Edward," I begged, arching my chest and reaching back to wind my hand in his hair, his mouth having traveled to place open-mouthed kisses up the back of my neck. "I need you," I murmured, softly pressing my lips to his. Our mouths stayed open as we shared kisses, each time pulling back before we could even attempt to deepen it. We strained, clutching each other tightly as we shifted and moved, our bodies wanting and needy.

"Make love to me," I whispered against his mouth, my hand pressing against his ass in an effort to guide his hips forward.

He let out a shuddering breath, blinking almost lazily before angling himself to slip between my legs. He gripped my hip tightly as his thick, engorged cock glided through my drenched folds, the bulbous tip nudging my clit. My fingers flexed, my nails digging into the firm flesh of his ass as his hips propelled forward easily, my arousal coating him with every stroke.

"Oh God!" I moaned as his tongue slid along the outer shell of my ear slowly, leaving a wet trail behind. I shivered as he blew on it, making the hairs on my body rise before sucking on the sensitive right behind my ear. My hips rocked and rolled against his, the ache pressing down on my pelvis as it churned and expanded.

"I want you to cum like this," he murmured, his breath fanning out across my skin. "With my cock thrusting against your clit, and your needy pussy dripping on me. Can you do that for me?”

"Yes," I responded, my voice quiet and strained. "Anything for you.”

I throbbed, the blood swelling in my clit as he slowly pushed me toward the edge. He nuzzled my hair, his hand palming and fondling my plump tit, manipulating my flesh, molding it to his will.

He was the potter and I was the clay, and my body twisted and turned to his specifications until I shattered. My muscles tensed as soft cries and hums left my mouth, a slight tremble running through my body. Heat flushed through my body, and he pulled my leg back tighter against his body as he angled his cock to push inside me.

Another wave of pleasure cascaded over me, prolonging my orgasm as he eased into me; my muscles still spasming from my release. He groaned in my ear, the sound pained and breathless as he filled my body fully. He paused, allowing me to come down fully from my orgasm while running the tips of his fingers along the length of my arm until it reached where it had taken purchase in his hair.

He bit my shoulder, drawing my skin into his mouth before sucking on it gently. I let out a breathy moan, squirming and pushing back against him. "Edward, please," I pleaded as he released my skin with an audible pop.

"What do you need?" he asked, his voice gravelly and lustful as he caught each side of my waist, slowly applying pressure in a way that caused my chest to arch forward, my nipples aching for his touch.

"You," I whimpered. "I need you to make love to me.”

"Anything for you," he murmured, repeating my earlier words. I craned my neck to look at him, his eyes heavy and dark, his lips pink and swollen, begging for mine. His hair fell over his face in a way that was undeniably sexy. His jaw was dark with scruff, and I shivered, thinking about how it felt when he was between my legs, scratching and rubbing against my thighs until it burned.

I loved when he was completely free and uninhibited, his perfection diminishing until he became as human as I was. He leaned over, biting down on my bottom lip and drawing it away from me. I closed my eyes, content to just bask in his ministrations, my ass flush to his pelvis.

"I love you, mia Bellezza," he whispered, the words wracking through me stronger than any orgasm.

"I love you...so much," I responded, my voice husky.

He wrapped an arm around my waist as my fingers flexed, grasping his ass as he drew back, his cock sliding out of me slowly before slipping back into the cocoon of my pussy. I pressed back against him, greeting his thrust with one of my own, his mouth grazing my neck gently, making a shiver run down my spine.

I skimmed my hand down the crack of his ass, enjoying the way he shuddered against me until my fingers met with the sensitive skin behind his balls. It was amazing the way he reacted to my touch, arching and bowing his back as curses flew from his lips.

I was honestly blessed to have a man that matched my sexual ferocity to a tee. So many men hid from their baser desires, unwilling to do certain things because of how they think it would perceive them. Men were sensitive, and—if not confident in their own sexuality—easily emasculated.

Everything in his life had built him up to be confident in all aspects of his life. His brief sexual past with Charles allowed him to be open to experiment and try new things. His strict schooling and the pressure of being a Senator forced him to be resilient. His nurturing but dominant personality shaped him to be the perfect "Daddy.”

While some men would balk at my hand being close to their asshole, he welcomed it, trusting me explicitly. We both knew the other's limits, and because of that, we had no worry of doing anything that would be undesirable. We communicated, even when it was uncomfortable to talk about. Just getting through my official checklist of limits had been a taxing event, especially when he asked questions about some of my answers, but we got through it.

My fingers grazed his balls as they slapped to and fro against my thigh, causing his chest to rumble with a groan, the vibrations shooting through me. "You keep doing that, and I'll cum before this has even started," he grunted.

"Hmmm, you know how much I like how your cum feels inside me," I purred breathlessly.

His hand snaked down to my clit in retaliation, flicking and playing with it, his fingers skilled and precise in their movements. "Mia Bellezza, you'll be milking my cock long before I fill you with my cum," he drawled, changing the angle of his hips so that his thrusts were shallow. I had never found this position great for depth, but the way Edward was twisting and directing his hips in a way that it hit the spongy, sensitive flesh of my g-spot had me writhing and moaning.

He pushed my leg from where it had been hooked over his, trapping his cock between my legs, making me even tighter than before. "Fuck," he ground out through his teeth, his breaths harsh as he tugged my hand away from his balls. He rolled over so that I was flat on my stomach, his thrusts pausing as he slid a pillow beneath my hips and lowered his weight on top of me until we were flush against each other.

He made sure my legs stayed shut as he started moving over me, his thrusts long and deep as he attacked the juncture between my neck and my shoulder.

I stayed still, letting him do all the work, the delicious feeling of having him use my body for his pleasure filling me.

He raised himself up onto his hands, his upper body bowing out as he towered over me, asserting his dominance over me subtly. He grunted, shifting his weight to balance on one hand as his other drifted down my side until it clasped my hip, moving it to his liking.

I loved how each thrust and movement of his body seemed choreographed and calculated to the smallest detail. How, even in the throes of pleasure, he managed to do everything in his power to maximize my pleasure, knowing that my pleasure was his.

I could feel his love for me coarsing through his actions as he grunted and panted above me, his sweating body rutting against me as he made love to me.

His nails dug painfully into my side, and almost as if I could read his mind, I automatically spread my legs, loosening the hold my pussy had on him slightly. He breathed out a sigh of what could only be relief since he held a deep hate and loathing of cumming before me. He preferred having me reach the highest of pleasures with his cock inside me, than afterwards, when he was to wrapped up in his own release to watch my reactions and feel me properly.

He ducked his head down as I pulled my lower half up so that I was leaning on my elbows, placing a kiss between my shoulder blades in silent thanks for giving him what he needed to regain control and calm his body's need to spill his seed deep inside me. To have his cum dripping down my thighs, his scent etched into my flesh, permeating from it, marking me in such a base, primal way always had him wanting more.

I loved how he was as needy as me at times when it came to sex, barely giving himself time to recover before he was easing his way back inside me, his eyes rolling back into his head as his body tensed, shuddering at the feel of my walls clutching around him like a vice.

He moved his hand to where his lips had been pressing gently on it as he lowered his mouth to my ear.

"Lay back down, mia Bellezza. Let me take care of you," he murmured, grazing his lips over the outer shell of my ear. I melted at his words, my mind already commanding my arms to relinquish their current position and just feel him.

His determination to pamper and take care of me softened me in a way that made tears gather in my eyes, and, as much as I tried to blink them away, they refused to stop brimming at the corners of my eyes.

Before Edward, I had never cried during sex because, simply put, it was just sex. Not even losing my virginity had led me to allow tears to fall down my cheeks, but having him profess his love to me through his body, reminding me that even when we were apart, there was a part of me with him—as there was him with me—made my eyes blur my vision and my throat close up.

The emotion he pushed into me was too much, forcing me to acknowledge his love until it overwhelmed me, stripping me bare and leaving me naked and vulnerable.

There was still a part of me that had trouble with connecting emotion to sex, years of being completely disconnected had taken a lasting toll on me, and my immediate defense was to bottle it up until it exploded.

It frustrated me at times that tears would slip unnoticed from my eyes. It made me feel weak, acting like such an emotional woman, but Edward was always there to help me fight through those feelings, making me realize that I shouldn't be embarrassed.

He lowered himself onto his elbows, changing the angle of his thrusts as he rested his forehead between my shoulder blades, his hot breath fanning out against my sweat skin. His body covered mine, his wide chest expanding across my back as his muscles contracted and tensed above me. There was no better or safer place in my opinion than being cocooned against his chest, his arms framing us.

He nuzzled my throat, brushing my hair away from my face, his movements settling me. "Shhh, Bellezza, let it out," he murmured as the first tear fell, slipping down my cheek. "Feel me.”

I breathed out a stifled sob, unleashing the emotions bottled up inside me. He comforted me, kissing away the tears and murmuring soothing words to me until I calmed down, my breathing shaky. The tightness in my chest had dissipated with the release of emotion, and I refocused my attention on the way he was moving in and out of me, determined to enjoy our time to the fullest.

He was solid, stretching me as my walls molded around him, hugging him like you would a reunited lover. I was relaxed, allowing the ache pushing down on my pelvis to build higher and higher.

"Edward!" I gasped. My hands fisted the sheets tightly, and my eyes sprang open as he slipped out of my body. "No," I whined, bucking and twisting frantically beneath him in protest, the ache of his absence almost worse than the stirring ache of being left at the cusp of an orgasm.

"Shhh," he murmured softly, holding my hips down as he kissed and licked his way down my back. I squirmed, moaning, as he bit down on my ass, sucking the ripe cheek before flipping my body over with ease. I raised my knees, placing my feet flat on the bed, my legs spread wide so that my pink, glistening pussy was on display. I was flushed and sweaty as I lay there, my chest heaving as I stared up at him with unrestrained lust.

His hands danced over my thighs, opening me up wider before his eyes broke contact, dropping down between us to where I needed him. I let my head fall back, my hips arching upwards as my mouth fell open in a silent cry of ecstasy, his lips and tongue fighting to bring me back to the precipice of an orgasm.

It was precise, the way his tongue would flick and lave over my throbbing, drenched flesh, curling and dipping into every crevice to gather every drop of essence that I gave him.

His lips were close behind, sucking and enclosing my clit, my sensitive flesh unable to cope with the sensations as I thrashed, my hands winding deep into his hair and pulling him deeper. My thighs quivered on either side of his face, my muscles tensing and contracting as I gave myself over to the pleasure.

I babbled incoherently, my body arching and bowing, and my eyes scrunched shut tightly as I panted and writhed. My toes curled as he grazed his teeth along the edge of my swollen clit, my arousal gushing from me like water from a spring.

I was uncontrolled, my pleasure unleashed at his touches, my cries and screams filling the air as he grunted and growled, sending vibrations through my body.

He shoved me unceremoniously off the edge, sending me soaring through the air, every muscle in my body seeming to lock and grind to a halt for one long second before I came, my eyes flashing open as I squirted over his face.

The noises he was making were animalistic as he continued lapping up my juices, his mouth slurping noisily as he attacked my pussy unhinged.

I whimpered, my pussy too sensitive to truly enjoy his tongue as I slowly came back down, my body slumping against the mattress bonelessly. I made a quiet noise of discomfort, peeling my eyes open and tugging weakly at his head to remove it from my pussy.

He lifted his face, pausing to lick his glistening lips, his hips sliding needily against the mattress for friction. He dragged himself up on his knees, his cock red and angry as it bobbed against his stomach, leaking.

My inner muscles clenched automatically as my gaze lingered on it, causing it to twitch. Edward fisted it tightly, hissing as he brushed against the sensitive head. He dipped his free hand between my legs, using his fingers to gather up wetness before smearing it over and between my tits.

Knowing without asking that I was still too sensitive to take him inside me again, he moved up my body so that he was straddling my chest, his weight supported by his knees.

His cock, already well lubricated with pre-cum slipped through the valley of my tits easily. He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I cupped the sides of my plump tits, pressing them together around his cock, creating a tight cave for it.

He hummed in pleasure, leaning forward to place his hand on the headboard for leverage before he started thrusting. He moved in and out of my tits, the engorged tip peeking out, wet and dripping, before disappearing again. My mouth watered and my tongue darted out, flicking a drop of pre-cum from the tip as it emerged, the taste of him salty and musky.

He groaned, quickening the pace as I opened my mouth, angling so that he would slip between my lips with each thrust, the hot, silken flesh resting against my tongue briefly before he exited again. It was almost like a tease, and I found myself needy for him, my hands reaching up to bring his hips closer for longer.

His eyes seemed black as he stared down at me, watching my mouth open like a baby bird looking for food as his cock pistoned through the valley of my supple tits, my mouth closing around him before he drifted back away from me, a needy whimper escaping me.

"Do you want my cock, Isabella?" he asked quietly, the seductive lilt not lost to me.

I nodded enthusiastically, my eyes darting up to meet his before dipping back down to his cock hungrily. My fingers flexed around my tits, my lower body shifting slightly as he balls brushed against my chest.

"Where do you want it?" he asked, his thrusts smooth and quick. Taking his words as an invitation to show him, I released my tits, sliding my body lower under him. My hands wrapped tightly around his cock as I engulfed into his mouth, causing his hips to jerk in response, curses flying from his lips.

"Fuck, Bellezza, do you want me to fuck your mouth?" he panted, using the hand that was not on the headboard to wrap around my hair. I mewled around him in affirmation, and he took it as his cue to start moving, using the hand in my hair to guide my mouth at the appropriate speed.

He was hot and hard against my tongue, the salty fluid saturating my taste buds, causing a moan to escape me. I didn't know what it was about his cock that gave me that reaction, but it was as if nothing but having him cumming in my mouth would satisfy the deep-seated need in the pit of my stomach.

It didn't even matter to me that he didn't taste like sunshine and roses, that the thick fluid sliding down my throat wasn't that appetizing; it was just another part of him. I craved the way he directed me, the way his fingers flexed against my scalp as he forced my head to bob along his length until he was done taking his pleasure selfishly from me.

Relinquishing all control to him was the biggest turn on for me. Even when we weren't officially playing, there was always an underlining force behind his movements that reminded me that in mere seconds he could have me bound down to the bed, blindfolded with a gag in my mouth while he pounded into me.

I was sure that there were a lot of people out there that would think that our relationship was twisted at best, but it was only their ignorance that led them to believe that. I wasn't interested in hearing what they had to say, unless they had truly experienced the thrill, the freedom, that accompanied giving themselves fully to another human being, trusting them to always have their best interests in mind.

People judged me all the time, they always had, but it was a normal part of life. I didn't particularly care for it, but how could I complain when I did the exact same thing, even if I tried to tamper it down. Judgments where the way our minds perceived others, and it was an automatic response we had. You couldn't trust someone without judging that their character was sound, or be wary without judging that there was something not quite right.

What bothered me was when people thought that they knew more than I did about myself. I hated being placed in a box or to be stereotyped, and that, unfortunately, was how society worked. I liked to think that by being who I was, I was sticking it to society and its preconceived notions

If I, an ex-call girl, could have a Senator fall for her, then there was much hope for the rest of the population. If we lived outside of the boxes we were jammed into, then life actually came much simpler.

Without the constant thought of "oh, no, he's out of my league," or "we don't run in the same circles," a lot of insecurities would be diminished until everyone could hold enough confidence to go after what they wanted.

I breathed harshly through my nose, my eyes watering slightly as he hit the back of my throat, causing it to convulse as I swallowed tightly to hold back my gag reflex. My hands splayed over his thigh, wrapping partially around his hips as he thrust forward, tugging my head to greet his thrusts.

I sucked and licked enthusiastically, pulling all the tricks out of my bag as my teeth scraped over his sensitive flesh before suckling him hard. My tongue ran over every vein protunding from him, the blood throbbing through him and pulsing against it.

His thighs were tensed, the muscles hard and strong from his position above me, straddling my head. No mercy was handed out to me tonight, and I took what he deemed worthy of me without complaint.

He threw his head back, his thrusts becoming erratic as the muscles of his stomach contracted, telling me that he was close. I redoubled my efforts, determined to send him over the edge, to make him feel at least an ounce of what he had made me feel.

My scalp burned as he yanked my head back, pulling out from between my lips, and a trail of saliva still connecting us. I flicked it away with my tongue, ready to protest his departure, but he had already wrapped a hand around his cock, fisting it tightly as he stroked it quick pumps.

"Keep your mouth open," he growled, and I obeyed, opening my mouth wide as his hips jerked forward slightly, a guttural moan leaving him as he came in my mouth and on my face and neck.

His cum was warm on my skin as I swallowed down what I managed to catch in my mouth, his fluids dripping down my chin. I could even feel it in my hair, and I shivered at how he had once again marked me, his scent now branded into my skin.

He panted and groaned above me, his grip on the headboard so tight that his arm shook. He stared down at me with pure lust, reaching up and sliding two fingers through his cum before bringing them up to his own lips and tasting himself.

His eyes never left mine, his expression smug as he saw how I melted into a pile of goo at his actions.

"Not as nice as you, but then again, what is?”

His question was rhetorical, but I doubted that if it hadn't been, I would have been able to answer it anyway.

He leaned down, moving my head to the side as he licked a long line up my neck, collecting his cum on his tongue before smashing his lips to mine. I squeaked slightly at the force of the kiss, but responded eagerly.

"The only thing better than your pussy juices is your pussy juices mixed with my cum," he murmured, snaking a hand between us and slipping it into my pussy. I arched and moaned, my skin sensitive and drenched as he gathered up my arousal before lifting his hand up and painting my lips with it.

He sucked any residual off his fingers before crushing his mouth back to mine, tasting my juices and his cum mixed together.

We eventually prised ourselves apart, stumbling into the shower where he reluctantly cleaned his cum off me, and I washed his hair for him. We laughed and teased one another as we stood side by side at the sink, brushing our teeth. Him dressed in only a towel slung low over his hips, and me with one tucked under my arms and another wrapped around my hair.

I loved these silly little moments when we were together, the way he would nudge his hip with mine to throw me off balance, and I would retaliate by playfully jabbing my elbow into his side.

We got dressed in our respective pajamas, sharing the responsibilities of changing the sheets before letting Yoda into the room and climbing into bed. We snuggled together, Yoda curling up on the end of the bed as our legs tangled, and we shared a few last goodnight kisses, our hands clasped together as I tucked myself against his chest.

I was filled with a deep sense of contentment about our lives, the pieces sliding effortlessly into place. I was beginning to hope that our future would stretch out in front of us far ahead, pictures of dark-haired children dancing in my mind.

"Edward," I murmured in the darkness. He grunted, tightening his hold on me to tell me that he was at least half-awake. "I want to get checked out.”

He hummed absently. "What are you talking about?" he mumbled sleepily.

"I want to know if I can have kids or not," I told him, my voice strong and full of conviction. I didn't want to hide any longer in regards to this. I wanted to know if someday I could make him a father if that was what he wanted.

He let out a long breath, choosing his words carefully before speaking. "If that is what you want, then I'll support you fully," he finally said.

I squeezed his hands, thankful that he knew not to make it a big deal, the sensitivity of the subject making it hard for me to talk about.

"It's what I want," I told him confidently.

"Okay," he murmured, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Why don't we go to sleep and figure everything out in the morning?" he suggested.

"Hmm, 'kay," I mumbled, snuggling further in his arms. "Love you.”

"Love you more.”

"Love you most.”

"Impossible.”

"Is not," I retorted childishly.

"Go to sleep," he murmured, sounding exasperated.

"Night.”

"Sweet dreams, Mia Bellezza.”