AN: Though it isn't necessary, this chapter will make more sense if you read the Christmas outtake since this takes place a few hours afterwards. Thanks for all the great reviews and thanks to UKJay from PTB and Pain Jane for beta'ing this for me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Everything done in this fic is completely consensual.
Chapter 28
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She lay on her front, bare breasts pressed into the mattress as she clutched the pillow around her head, her hands clenched into the fabric as she suckled gently on the pacifier in her mouth. Her eyebrows were drawn together as her hair fell in messy waves around her face and shoulders, the contrast of her dark hair against her light skin tone making her look ethereal.
We had been in Paris for a few days now, spending most of our time walking aimlessly around the city and along the River Seine. I had always found Paris to be a beautiful city, but being able to share it with Isabella made me see it in a different light. I understood now why people insisted that it was the most romantic city, because when you had someone to share it with, it seemed to be bursting with life and love.
The holiday, for me, was both overdue and well timed. With so many decisions and problems to sort through, I was glad to get away for a week or two.
I placed my knee on the bed beside her, brushing her hair away from her face to give me a clearer view.
"Bellezza?" I called softly, my breath skimming over her ear as I bent over her.
She hummed, her eyes moving behind her eyelids as her frown deepened. She snuggled deeper into the bed, burrowing her face into the pillows with a sigh.
"Isabella..." I tried again, and was rewarded with a weak groan.
A smile tugged up the corners of my mouth as she huffed, prying open one eye as she blearily looked to see what time it was. I could see her sluggishly calculating the amount of hours of sleep she had gotten, and whether she could be pissed at me or not. It didn't help that I had woken her up at three in the morning for an impromptu scene.
She pulled the pacifier out of her mouth as she propped herself up on her elbows, brushing her hair out of her face. She blinked a few times, trying to get her bearings straight before she flopped over onto her back, the sheets resting at the 'v' of her pelvis.
She rubbed her eyes sleepily, yawning tiredly as she stretched her lithe little body, her arms reaching above her head as her nose wrinkled adorably.
"Morning," she mumbled, pulling the sheets up around her body as she twisted on her side to face me. I settled down on the edge of the bed, enjoying the way her eyes dragged over my bare chest before traveling down below the waistband of the sleep pants I had thrown on a few hours earlier when I had woken up.
"Merry Christmas," I told her, and a slow smile spread across her mouth as recognition of just what day it was flashed in her eyes.
"Presents?" she asked, and I pretended to think about it as she looked on.
"I'm not sure. You did go over your allowance this month..." I said, trailing off at the end, already anticipating her indignant expression.
"I earned them," she argued, reminding me of what had transpired last night.
"Did you now?" I asked amused.
She nodded, sitting up as she brushed her hair back, reaching over to get a hair tie from the nightstand before pulling it into a sloppy ponytail. "Absolutely, just ask Santa," she said smugly, tucking the stray hairs behind her ears.
"Santa, huh?" I said, trying to hold back the flare of lust that rose as I thought back to the way she had so innocently seduced me with her big, brown eyes and scantily clad body last night. Though it wasn't as if she had needed much prompting or coaxing to get me to succumb to her charms.
Her eyes twinkled. "Yep, he was very...accommodating last night. I was able to convince him that I didn't need a punishment for going over my allowance.”
"I'm sure you did." I muttered, knowing it didn't take much for her to have men wrapped around her pinkie finger with just the bat of her eyelashes. Charlie, Jacob and I could all attest to that. "Well, if that is the case I suggest that you get out of bed and put some clothes on, while I finish making breakfast.”
She squealed, bouncing up and down on the mattress as she clapped her hands in glee, before reaching over and pulling me into a closed mouth kiss since she hadn't brushed her teeth yet.
"Thank you, Papi," she crowed as she climbed over my lap, the ripe, juicy globes of her ass just begging to have a bite taken out of them. Her hips swayed provocatively as her slight, curvaceous body disappeared into the bathroom. I blew out a breath that I hadn't been aware that I had been holding before exiting the room, walking down the hall to the open space of the living room.
I checked on the croissants in the oven before switching the overly fancy coffee machine on to make her favorite coffee, a vanilla cappuccino with chocolate sauce on top. My phone rang from its place on the counter top, and I picked up, seeing that it was Tanya.
"Well?" she demanded as soon as I had picked up.
"Not yet, I've barely gotten her out of bed," I told her evenly, outwardly staying calm, while my stomach twisted in knots. I moved to the large stone fireplace that dominated the living room, stoking the fire and adding more wood to it.
"God, I'm getting all nervous and twitchy about this, and I'm not even the one you are going to ask!" she said, disbelievingly. "I've had Rina on my back about chewing my nails all morning. You better call me the moment she answers, or I will personally see to it that you are castrated upon your return.”
"I would expect nothing less," I responded. "I hate to ask this, but could you check on Emmett and Yoda for me when you get back from Russia? Emmett can be a little harebrained at times, and I just want to make sure that he's cleaning up after himself and taking proper care of the dog.”
"Sure, I have to go now, but don't forget to call me," she said seriously.
"I won't," I told her, glancing over at the large box that would ultimately change our relationship. Whether it was for the better was yet to be seen. "Bye.”
"Bye.”
I hung up, throwing my phone onto the couch before going back into the kitchen to finish off breakfast.
By the time Isabella emerged, her body clothed in a dusty pink silk chemise with a nude colored trim that fell mid-thigh and a matching silk dressing gown that was tied loosely around her waist, breakfast was placed in front of the fire on a blanket, surrounded by pillows. Her wet hair was twisted up in a bun, and she sat down gracelessly, tucking her socked feet beneath her as she reached for her mug of coffee.
Anticipation hung heavily in the air as we ate, our eyes constantly meeting over our makeshift picnic as we shared secret smiles. No words were needed as we tucked in, both of us content to listen to the orchestra playing Christmas music through the speakers.
It had been a long while since I had felt this peaceful and content at Christmas. I usually had to suffer through the cool stares of my ever disappointed step-father, my sister's complaints about commercialism as her kids screamed bloody murder, and my mother bustling about like a busy bee as she attempted not to burn Christmas dinner.
I could see Isabella's eyes darting constantly to the shiny packaging of the neatly wrapped presents, which I wasn't too embarrassed to admit that I'd had professionally wrapped. Present wrapping wasn't a strong suit of mine, and it was something that I had long ago realized and passed on down to someone else better equipped to do so.
We were both eager to see what the other had bought and, after clearing away breakfast, we sat by the fire sorting through them. We piled them separately, mine on one side by me, and hers on the other side by her. I was grateful that I had thought to ship the gifts ahead of us since, by the amount that was currently piled around us, there would have been no way for us to take it on the plane with us.
We had actually decided to downsize on presents this time since there was really no point in getting things we already had or didn't need. We had shifted our focus more toward sentimental gifts, trying to get things that signified something less materialistic and more us.
Isabella was almost vibrating with excitement as she fingered the bow on the largest, and subsequently the most important, gift.
"You have to open that one last," I told her, causing her to pout, her bottom lip jutting out in petulance. I quirked an eyebrow at her, and she responded by scowling slightly before placing the package to the side, out of temptations way.
The next hour passed in a flurry of ripping wrapping paper as we delved into the piles around us, taking turns to open them. We stole kisses in between, smiling at each other, our eyes alight with happiness as we demolished the piles, throwing the discarded paper at each other.
There were some sexually orientated gifts like lingerie and a cookbook, The InterCourses Cookbook, describing all the different aphrodisiacs from oysters to pine nuts, and how to use them in meals. Cultural gifts—like the two tickets for the Opera back home in February—I had procured, along with an Oscar de la Renta blue and black strapless ball gown that I'd had Jacob found for me.
Isabella had loved the charm bracelet I had given her, all the little charms signifying parts of our relationship, while I had fussed over the watch she had gotten me with the words, In deditionem dabo, engraved in Latin, meaning, "In submission, I give.”
It wasn't until only the largest gift was left that I felt nerves starting to creep up my spine. My sweaty palms grasped at the legs of my sleep pants, running up and down in hopes that the motions would soothe me. By the way she glanced at me as she untied the ribbon at the top, I could tell that I wasn't doing that good of a job trying to mask my emotions.
She lifted the lid, her hopeful expression turning into a frown as she found another package, confusion and curiosity getting the better of her as she peered at the little card attached to the package inside.
"The first thing I ever noticed about you was your eyes," she read aloud, glancing over at me again as she untied the bow and picked the lid off, only to find another package.
"The way you embrace me, faults, fetishes and flaws, makes me love you more every day." She smiled at that one. "You know it goes both ways, right?" she asked, and I nodded, smiling softly at her.
She picked up the next lid, prepared for another package. "I can honestly say that I have never met another woman quite like you.”
Another one. "Every day, you take my breath away.”
And another one. "It is impossible for me to think of a world without you.”
I could see her start to get emotional as the packages got smaller and smaller, each box holding a note.
"I love how, no matter what I do to you, you always beg for more.”
"Every pout, scowl and smile makes my heart ache with love.”
She continued like that until the box was about the size of a small jewelry box.
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step," she read, her eyes guarded as they darted up to mine. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was in the box, but I liked to see the befuddlement on her face when she found an even smaller one inside.
"This journey starts with a question,"the note said, and I pushed the piles of paper aside to kneel before her as she opened the box to find the engagement ring. She gasped, sucking in a sharp breath as tears collected in the corners of her eyes.
The ring was a beautiful, twenty-four carat diamond engagement ring with dozens of smaller diamonds surrounding the round setting, detailed by four side marquise stones. It had taken me what seemed like forever to find the perfect ring, going to every jeweler in the city before finally settling on the glinting, vintage ring in her hand.
"Mia Bellezza, I know to some that this may seem kind of fast, and that we are rushing this, but I know without a doubt what I want. I have never met another woman who has accepted me fully like you have, and thrived so beautifully in the environment we created.
"I can see that I would have to be a fool to let you slip through my fingers when I have the chance to bind you to me for as long as I live. I have always been too scared to want things that I thought I would never have, but you changed that, and now I want everything with you; the kids, the house, the dog, everything. So, would you do me the greatest honor and become my wife?”
She waved her hand frantically in front of her face, trying to hold back the tears as she started hyperventilating.
"We don't need to get married straight away. I just want you to be mine in every sense of the word, all rights reserved," I told her as she started bobbing her head.
"Yes," she choked out, throwing herself at me and wrapping her arms tight around me, peppering my faces with kisses.
I sighed in relief, a breathless laugh escaping me as I held her, rocking her back and forth as I basked in the knowledge that she had said yes, and that we were now, officially, engaged. I couldn't think of a happier moment in my life than the one I was currently experiencing and I soaked up every second of it as she continued chanting "yes.”
"God, I'm a mess," she said, wiping a few stray tears away as she sniffled quietly. Her hands shook slightly as she held out the ring to me, the diamonds glinting in the morning light. "Put it on me?”
I took the ring, the cool metal of it sinking into my bones as I felt my own emotions rise to the surface. It seemed like forever ago since I had asked her as I took her outstretched hand in my own, slowly sliding the ring up her finger until it couldn't go any further.
"Perfect fit," I murmured, my voice slightly choked up as I lifted her hand, placing a kiss on her knuckles, feeling completeness washing over me in waves.
"We are, aren't we?" she murmured, snuggling up further against my chest, her eyes glued to her hand as she wiggled her fingers. Her expression was one of awe, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and her teeth worrying the plump skin of her bottom lip.
"We're engaged," she stated, peering up at me from where she was sitting, her legs thrown carelessly across my lap as she perched on my thigh.
My lips twitched up, and I nuzzled her neck to hide just how those words affected me. "We are," I confirmed, rubbing my nose along the column of her throat.
"That means that you're my fiancé," she told me.
I let out a stuttering breath, my grasp on her waist tightening at her words, my heart feeling like it was exploding in my chest. The world now seemed a place of endless possibilities, and with her by my side, I hoped to explore them all. "I am," I replied.
I barely had time to get the words out before she crashed her lips to mine, kissing me fiercely as her hands groped at my bare chest. I groaned against her lips as she thrust her tongue into my mouth, the taste of her infiltrating my senses. We sparked together, our lips molding and caressing as electricity hummed between us.
The emotion behind the kiss was undeniable, and I clutched her closer to me, suddenly desperate to have her as close as possible. I couldn't get enough of her, and it took all that was in me not to just throw her down, pull her chemise up over her hips and take her. Eventually our kisses slowed, our lips wet and swollen as we parted, our mouths lingering, reluctant to separate completely.
"I can't believe we're getting married," she whispered, combing her fingers through my hair as we stared at each other, awed by the realization that our future was completely entwined.
"I can't believe you said yes," I countered, taking the hand from my hair and kissing her knuckles, her now jeweled hand sparkling.
"As if I could have said anything else," she scoffed. "But honestly, if someone had asked me yesterday if I would say yes to your proposal, I probably wouldn't have been able to answer them. But as soon as you asked and showed me the ring, I knew that there wasn't even a choice to make. In that moment, I wanted to marry you so badly that it scared me. I wanted the white dress, the flowers and the overpriced ice-sculpture. I wanted Charlie to walk me down the aisle, and I wanted to be bound to you until I took my last breath.
"You are the only man that can soothe and comfort me in the exact way I need without asking. You constantly keep me on my toes, surprising me at every corner. Life is never boring with you, and you sate the restlessness inside me. You meet me, kiss for kiss, touch for touch, and I've never had a love for anybody like I do you. You're my Papi, my Edward, my everything, and now you're my fiancé, and I couldn't be happier.”
The sincerity in her voice was unmistakable, and I found myself unable to restrain the urge to capture her lips. "You're everything," I murmured against her lips. She returned the kiss with equal fervor, humming against my lips as I grasped her thigh, cursing the wool sock separating me from her flesh. It was so Isabella to wear a silk chemise with a matching dressing gown, only to pull on a pair of thick, white woolly socks.
I drew her bottom lip into my mouth, moaning at how ripe and juicy it was as I sucked on it gently. Her hands wasted no time in diving into my hair, threading it through her fingers as she grasped handfuls of it, using her hold to press me closer to her.
It was only a need for breath that forced us apart, our chests heaving as we continued to cling onto each other. It was almost overwhelming how savage and ferocious the emotions zapping through my body were, the conflict of having two emotions so closely chained raging against each other almost knocking the breath from inside me.
Her eyes darted down to her ring as she nibbled on her bottom lip, her skin still flushed from kissing, and her eyes the brightest I had ever seen them.
I slipped my fingers through hers, practically swamping hers as she lifted her hand, admiring her ring for a moment.
"I really love this ring," she murmured, "you picked the perfect one.”
I felt pride at the fact that my running all over the city for the perfect ring had paid off. "It took me forever to find," I admitted, "I wanted something special, but not too tawdry and over the top. It caught my eye at the last minute as I was buying another one, but I knew as soon as I saw it that it would be yours.”
"I'll have to get our whole wedding designed around it. Vintage, yet classy," she mused absently.
I hummed lowly. "And...when would this wedding be?" I asked tentatively since we hadn't gotten around to talking about it yet. I didn't want to pressure her into a response, but I wanted to get her thoughts on the matter.
She paused for a moment, thinking, before answering. "What is Italy like in autumn?" she asked, causing me to smile. I had always dreamed of getting married in Italy, but, once again, I hadn't wanted to pressure her. I knew how important weddings were for women, and I was rather content to sit back and let her take the reins since I honestly wasn't bothered if the tablecloths matched the napkins or anything like that.
If my input was warranted, then I would be more than happy to give it, but I feared that I wouldn't be much help.
"It's beautiful..." I whispered into her ear, my breath fanning out over her skin as I nuzzled her with my nose. "...And colorful..." I added as she shivered, the hairs on her arms rising as my lips grazed over the sensitive spot behind her ear. "...And if you're in the countryside, you can smell the ripe, succulent grapes, just ready to be plucked." As I spoke, I allowed the palm of my hand to mold around the globe of her plump tit, emphasizing my point by squeezing it suggestively.
She keened, the sound low and needy as she arched into my touch.
"Could we get married in a vineyard or an orchard?" she asked breathlessly, squirming slightly in my lap.
"Of course. We can get married anywhere you want, but..." I paused, drawing back from her, causing a whine of annoyance to slip through her lips. "I think it would be best if we got married after I resign and everything has calmed down. There may be stressful months ahead of us, and I don't think adding wedding plans into the mix would be wise.”
"You're probably right," she acquiesced. "With everything going on now, and then the move to Italy, we can postpone any wedding plans for a year or so.”
I nodded in agreement. "That reminds me; I thought that since we are going to be in Italy for a few days that maybe we could look at a few houses.”
Her eyebrows knitted in confusion. "I thought you'd already picked out a place," she said slowly, her nose crinkling in befuddlement.
I shrugged. "I did, but I want us to buy something that reflects both of us. The house I was looking at was for when it was just me, but now we're an "us," and I want our house to show that.”
She looked momentarily surprised before her expression softened, and she cupped my face in her hands. "Just when I think that there is no way for me to love you any more than I currently do, you go and say something designed to make me swoon," she said with a cheeky grin. "It's all a little overwhelming, to be honest, but if you really want my input, I'd be happy to give it to you.”
I was suddenly hit by the startling realization that maybe she was doing all this for me, instead of for her.
I lifted my head, searching her eyes for the truth as I pressed my forehead against hers. My heart felt as though it was lodged in my throat as I tried to swallow past the emotions that were bubbling up to the surface. "This is what you want, isn't it?" I said.
My stomach plummeted as she shook her head before rising again at the tender look she gave me as she cupped my face in her hands. "How can you doubt, after everything, that I would be less than truthful with you?
I instantly felt chagrined for doubting the sincerity of her answer, but for such a life-changing event as this, I had needed to know that she had done it for the right reasons, not just to make me happy.
"I'm sorry, mia Bellezza, I didn-" She cut me off with a kiss, her lips caressing mine softly.
"I know why you asked, and thank you for caring enough to ask, even at the expense of your own happiness. Your selflessness is one of the reasons I love you so much," she told me, shifting her position on my lap so that she was straddling me.
She leaned her forehead against mine as a wide grin started spreading over her lips, her eyes twinkling brightly. "You, Mr. Cullen, are going to make an honest woman out of me, and I can't fault you for wanting to make sure I'm ready to give up my wild ways." She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at me, twining her arms around my neck as she leaned back, giving me a clear view of her cleavage.
My lips twitched up as my eyes darted down to where her nipples strained against the silk fabric. "Wild, you say?" I murmured, the heavy mood that had once hung over us evaporating for a lighter, more euphoric one.
She nodded, giving me a coy look. "Oh yes, I'm known for being a very bad girl at times," she admitted playfully, arching her chest out.
I leaned forward, nipping her jaw lightly with my teeth as she sucked in a deep breath. "Maybe, you just need a good spanking," I growled, causing her to bite down on her bottom lip as her eyes darkened subtly.
"Know anyone who would be willing to give me a hand with that?" she asked, playing along.
"Well," I said, "I just happen to know someone who would be perfect for the job.”
"Really?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow as her nails scratched against the nape of my neck gently.
"Uh huh. He likes his girls young, beautiful and submissive," I told her.
"Sounds kinky," she purred.
"You have no idea, mia Bellezza, but do you want to know the best part?" I asked.
She nodded slowly. "Hit me with it," she teased, her words picked to stir the fire in my groin.
"The best part is that you already know him," I told her as I trailed kisses up her chin to her mouth.
"I do?" she asked, feigning surprise.
"Yup, and he's your fiancé," I murmured, kissing her softly as I smiled, loving how easily the word "fiancé" rolled off my tongue.
"He is?" she mumbled breathlessly against my lips.
"Uh huh, and you're going to marry him, and one day have his babies.”
"I am a lucky girl, aren't I?" she said, her grin too wide for me to kiss her properly, not that my own lips were turned down.
"Not as lucky as I am feeling right now," I responded easily, brushing a few stray hairs from her face.
"Wanna bet?" she shot back.
"I could take you any day," I quipped, amusement clear on both of our faces as we broke down, laughing and chuckling at our ridiculousness. I could have thought of no better way to celebrate Christmas than what we were doing now. I had received the greatest gift, one far beyond even my wildest dreams. It was as if the hazy dreams that had plagued me long before I met Isabella were finally coming into fruition.
Sitting by the tree, wrapping paper and ribbon covering the floor and empty boxes strewn carelessly around as I held her close to me, I hoped that this was the first of many holidays that we would share together.
...
The rest of the morning, after I had proposed, had been filled with phone calls to our friends, sharing the good news with them, but as the sun started to set, I was selfishly happy to have her all to myself.
Our clothes were strewn around the living room, carelessly discarded in our haste to disrobe, too impatient and distracted to give them a second thought.
My hands kneaded and massaged her ankle, pressing and holding it up as my lips wrapped around her big toe, my tongue moving up and down along the underside of it.
Her eyelids were heavy and her swollen, pouty lips parted as her chest heaved up and down, the only thing adorning her beautifully naked body being her ring. I sat cross-legged, my own body naked as I worshiped her, my lips and tongue working over her foot.
"You have the most beautiful feet I've ever seen," I confided in her, kissing her little toes as she wiggled them, giggling softly as my stubble brushed against them.
"That tickles," she murmured, lifting her arms above her head. "My feet aren't that special."
I made a scoffing noise of disbelief. "I have not met another woman with such cute, dainty feet. It should be a crime for you to hide them in all those shoes you insist on buying," I told her, feeling my chest constrict as a beautiful smile spread across her face.
"You love my shoes," she replied saucily, her eyes sparkling like one of the many diamonds on her ring.
I gave a low chuckle, sliding my hands under her leg and gliding them up to the back of her knee as I moved onto my knees. "That, mia Bellezza, is because it makes these gorgeous legs look as though they go on for miles and miles," I murmured, trailing kisses up it. "And they feel so good when they dig into my ass.”
I grinned, my eyes smoldering as they met hers. Her breath hitched slightly, and her eyes darkened subtly, her teeth sinking without resistance into the plump skin of her bottom lip. She squirmed, the muscles of her thighs clenching together as I dipped my head under her leg, lifting it higher as I sucked the soft, warm skin of the back of her knee.
"Fuck," she panted, a small whimper escaping her. I dragged my mouth along the inside of her thigh, pausing every so often to plant soft kisses on it before breathing in the thick, heady scent of her arousal. "Please," she begged as I blew on her pink, swollen lips, teasing her.
I pressed my hands into her fleshy hips as she squirmed, holding her still as I nuzzled her pussy, my nose brushing against her plump clit, the tip peeking out from between her folds.
"Don't tease me," she begged, whimpering as the tension rolled down her body in waves. "Not tonight.”
I gave in easily, placing an open-mouthed kiss on her folds, her juices coating my lips as I devoured her, my tongue holding no hesitancy as it delved into the sweet abyss of her pussy. My eyes fluttered shut as I groaned, feeling her gush into my mouth as her hands threaded through my hair, holding me to her.
Her fingers twisted in my hair, clutching it tightly as she trembled, her hips shifting as much as they could under my grip.
I was lost, sinking in pleasure as I was dragged, willingly, away from reality, time having no significance to me as her sweet ambrosia spilled into my mouth, reminding me that she was mine. I felt as though as I was underwater, her chorus of moans and incoherent curses mixed in with my name sounding distant as I focused solely on bringing my goddess to the edge.
I sucked and licked, my pace unhurried as I ate her out, my teeth scraping gently over her sensitive clit. She jerked against me, forcing my face deeper into her pussy until she eclipsed every one of my senses. I could only smell her, taste her, touch her, hear her, and see her; nothing else registered or mattered.
Her thighs quivered on either side of my head, her muscles clenching and tightening as she rose up, climbing higher and higher until she could go no further. The only way for her to go now was down, and as I plunged my tongue into her entrance, thrusting it in and out, she fell, shattering into a million pieces.
She was completely unrestrained, my hands losing their hold on her hips as she bucked her hips up, riding out the waves of her orgasm as the pleasure washed over her. Her release caused a new wave of arousal to flow from her body, and I lapped it up greedily.
As she calmed, the spasms running through her body ending, I moved my lips upward, tracing the lines of her pelvis and tasting the sweat on the softness of her stomach before coming to the globes of her tits.
I nuzzled the valley between them, holding up my weight by my elbows as I let the moment sink in. I didn't feel the rush for sexual gratification, and while my cock pulsed, throbbing in time with my heart, I didn't feel the usual desperate need to just sink into her body without restraint.
She tugged me up by my hair, capturing my lips with her own as my hands slid under her body, pulling her up and into my lap. She pulled back minutely, straddling me properly before dragging me back to her lips. Our tongues delved and twisted, caressing one another as our hands moved to touch every strip of available skin.
I splayed my hands out on her back, pulling her chest flush against mine as we rediscovered each other as though it was the first time.
Sinatra was drowned out by breathless pants and moans as we touched, groped and fondled, searching for every dip and crevice mapping our bodies. The groan that left me was strained as she shifted her hips forward, bringing my erection to the forefront of my mind as the heat of her pussy seared into my flesh.
My cock twitched, the tip weeping heavily as pre-cum lubricated the length of my engorged cock, the veins bulging from the sides throbbing with blood.
She reached between us, cupping my balls in her hand as she shifted closer until she was sitting directly over my cock. My lips went slack against hers, my tongue no longer cooperating as she rolled my balls around her hand, pressing a finger into the sensitive flesh behind them while sliding her pussy along the length of my cock.
My hips rolled up, rocking into her as I leaned back on one hand, my fist clenched into the pillows behind me. My head fell back, and my eyes rolled back into my head as her warm, wet lips latched onto my neck, little mewls of pleasure escaping her as we slid against each other.
Her breath was hot against my skin, burning into it even as the ghost of her kisses faded. She loped an arm around my neck, clutching me to her as she whispered desperately. "I need you, baby, right now.”
"Yes," I hissed, her words sending molten hot lust through my body to my groin. Nothing else registered in that moment as she grasped my cock in her hand as she rose up, positioning me at her entrance. The low timbre of Sinatra faded away, and the room disintegrated as our eyes met, locking in a heated stare as she slowly eased her way down over me.
Her muscles fluttered around me as she sank down into my lap, her pussy enveloping me fully as I thrust up to meet her, one hand clasped on her hip.
I tried to swallow, my throat feeling dry and tight as I fought against the feelings bubbling up inside me, but the movement of my throat brought no relief. She rested her forehead against mine, brushing the tips of our noses together as our lips sat centimeters apart, waiting.
Feeling her like this was as overwhelming as the first time we had made love, but I felt better equipped to deal with the onslaught of emotion as I cupped her face, my fingers shaking as they trailed over her cheek.
"I love you," I said softly, not wanting to spoil the tranquility of the moment by speaking too loudly. I gazed at her with every emotion swirling in my stomach, over and underwhelmed all at the same time.
Her eyes were soft as she held my gaze, not shying away from the intensity of my words. "Love you too.”
The subdued light of the room caused her eyelashes to cast shadows over her cheek as she looked at me from under them, looking so young and innocent. It astonished me at times how, even at such a young age, the maturity and wisdom she held surpassed mine at times. I was certain that, to the outside world, our twelve-year age difference seemed like something that would create distance not bring us closer to one another, but she fit me perfectly.
Where I was stern and responsible, she was fun and free, showing me how to live life in a way that brought happiness. It didn't make her any less equipped to deal with the heavy things—she had already gone through too much in her life to not to be able to fight against any resistance life threw at her—but she never forgot the more important things in life.
We helped each other grow, giving and taking what we needed from each other; our personalities, though so different, fitting together with little friction. I liked to think that we complemented each other, our needs meeting somewhere in the middle.
When I thought back to how we met, I didn't focus on the location or the reason we were both in that hotel room. I didn't let my attention be drawn to how much money I paid her to be there or that because of the hefty sum of money she was somewhat obligated to just about anything I wanted her to.
I hadn't lied to her when I wrote that the first thing I had noticed about her was her eyes. She had drawn me in utterly and completely with them until everything else melted away. I could see now that things had been different between us than with any other call girl that I had been with from the start.
The signs and feelings were so easy to brush off back then, the anticipation of seeing eclipsing just about everything else, the way I couldn't seem to get her out of my mind, how just her presence brought me relief and calm.
All the girls before her had readied me for her, helping and teaching how to become the "Daddy" I needed to be, and I doubted that if I had come to her inexperienced and unconfident that we would have been able to flourish as we had and were.
I knew that if she could, Isabella would go back and erase her past, but I realized—even as warped as it sounded—that I wouldn't want her to. I had her past to thank for bringing her to me, ready and willing to be broken so that she could start over, with my guiding hand to help her.
I drew my knees up, planting my feet firmly on the ground, and she reached back, coaxing me to spread my thighs with her hands. Curious as to what she was doing, I obeyed, watching her as she gripped my knees, slipping her backward, my cock still buried inside her as she moved to sit with her ass on the pillows beneath us. I leaned my body forward, unwilling to break the connection of our bodies as she planted her feet by my hip, her knees bent, mimicking my position.
I groaned as she shifted closer, rocking her hips into mine from her position seated between my thighs. She looked so small from where she sat, and I slid my feet behind her body, crossing as pressing them into the small of her back, giving her some leverage to push against. She copied my movements, pushing our bodies even closer as she locked her ankles behind me, our chests pressed flush against each other as she rested her head against my shoulder, her lips brushing just above my heart.
Though it was a new position, our bodies seemed to understand well what we both needed to do to reach our climax, and so we rocked back and forth like a rocking chair, our bodies pushing and pulling at each other. Whilst the position wasn't good for deep penetration, the closeness of it was perfect for the moment, and I nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent as my arms wrapped tightly around her.
My body was already slick with sweat, and my breathing came out in uneven pants as I slid in and out of her, our pace slow and unhurried as we simply enjoyed each other's bodies.
She lifted her face from my shoulder, a low keen of desperation escaping her pouted lips as she arched her neck up, her face tilted back and her eyes closed in submission as she gave herself to me completely. I accepted her without hesitation, capturing her lips with my own, feeling hers yield beneath the pressure that I was exerting as I raised a hand, tangling it in the long, thick stands of her hair.
I forced her head to the side, changing the angle and giving me ample room to deepen the kiss. My tongue didn't ask for permission as it plundered her mouth, the hot caverns its own paradise as it curled and wrapped itself around the velvet softness of her tongue.
She moaned low and needy, attempting to press herself even closer to me as a groan of my own slipped from between my lips. We clawed and grabbed at each other, my hips rocking and plunging forward as I reached down, grasped two handfuls of her ass as I encouraged her to return everything that I was giving her.
Our pace quickened, the desperation transferring to our bodies as we quickened our pace, no longer content to just revel in our connection. The slick sounds of our coupling mixed with the panting and cries of pleasure on increased my need to feel her shatter in my arms.
I moved a hand back to her hair as she arched against me, her grip on my shoulders loosening as she threw her head back, her lips slack and parted as she offered up her chest in a silent offering. My lips latched onto the swollen bud of her nipple, suckling and nibbling as we pushed and pulled against each other, our bodies creating friction and stimulating us.
I could see sparks behind my closed lids as the pleasure crashed into us from all sides, destroying our every defense, until there was nothing left.
She gripped my hair in her hands, causing me to hiss when she wrenched my head back, her lips needy as they crashed against mine. Our teeth clashed as we worked to devour each other, too hungry to taste each other that the need to breathe was almost forgotten.
I tore my mouth away from hers, my chest heaving as I sucked in some fresh air, my lungs protesting and my mind fuzzy. I glanced down, unable to stop the groan that erupted from me when I saw how perfectly we fit together, her small body taking in my large one, engulfing my cock in wet, tight heat.
My cock glistened with her juices as she gushed down apologetically onto me, our flesh red and swollen. Just seeing the way we became one was enough to spur me closer to my release, and the pressure in my chest urged me to share this moment with her.
"Look," I grunted. "Look how well we fit together.”
Her eyes darted down, her breath hitching as she stared, completely transfixed on the sight of our bodies fusing and joining. "Oh, Edward," she breathed, her voice choked up as she finally tore her eyes away, tears glistening in her eyes as they met mine. "Forever," she murmured.
I suddenly felt stifled and so full as her words registered in my mind. I didn't wait for her to explain them to me because I knew that she meant that we would get to share this bond, this connection, forever, until death do us part. It was as though every ounce of air left my body, leaving me floundering and breathless. I let out a strangled noise, unsure of how much more emotion I could take before I exploded.
"Shhh," she murmured as my eyes fell shut, my eyebrows furrowing together. "Let it out."
I choked out a breath, my body trembling as I felt something wet trail down my cheek. Her thumb swiped it away, and I realized, with shock, that it had been a tear that had fallen. Her lips met mine softly, coaxing and soothing me as the tears continued, her own mingling with mine.
I honestly couldn't remember the last time I had cried, and I was almost certain that I count the amount of times I had on both hands, but in that moment I couldn't help it. They were tears of relief, of finally be able to put aside every last piece of insecurity about my future.
Never again would I have to be badgered and questioned on my love life.
Never again would I feel like a failure for not having found someone to settle down with.
Never again would I have to sit alone in the evenings, my heart as empty as my apartment.
Before Isabella, I had never really thought long-term in regards to my future, too scared to allow myself to be disappointed when it all fell through. I had hardly even dared to dream of finding a woman that could sate all my desires, wondering if I should just settle for someone less, out of longing for a companion.
Even after all these months of being with her, it was only just now dawning on me that I had it all. I had a lover, a confidante, a little girl and someone to share every little bit of myself with. Though I would never admit it out loud, for fear of the repercussions from Tanya, Isabella was my best friend, and I think that was the reason Tanya felt so threatened by her.
I couldn't quite pinpoint exactly when it happened, and I honestly didn't care, but watching her shatter in my arms, her body bowed backward in surrender, was enough to pull me over the edge after her.
There were no fireworks or monumental sign of our completion. No angels sang, and I didn't feel as though I had exploded. All I felt was a kind of peace, a calmness that settled over like a blanket as I rolled softly on the gentle waves of pleasure. Instead of light, there was darkness, not the kind of darkness that put you on edge, but the kind that put you at ease.
We lay, heat radiating off us and our limbs tangled awkwardly, as I came to grips with everything. I rubbed my thumb over her knuckles, our entwined hands lying on my chest as her engagement ring sparkled.
The silence was light in the air, swaying between us as I came back to reality, a smile stretching my cheeks as I listened to Sinatra singing about flying to the moon.
"Promise me we'll come back here, one day," Isabella murmured, untangling her body from mine and rolling over onto her stomach beside me.
"If that's what you want," I told her, already making plans for our return trip.
"Maybe for our anniversary," she mused. "We'll have been together for a year in spring.”
"We could actually go see the sights of Paris, go to the Louvre, climb up the Eiffel Tower and walk down the Champs-Elysees," I told her softly, walking my fingers up her stomach.
"Hmmm, that sounds nice. I'm sure that there are plenty of ways you'll find to woo me," she said wryly.
"Of that, there is no doubt," I murmured back.
"Where should we go for our honeymoon?" she asked, successfully knocking me off kilter, not for the first time in the evening.
"Anywhere you want. I want to show you the world, mia Bellezza, and I want to be right by your side through every step of it. We could go to Fiji or China, anywhere that you can think of and want to visit.”
"That is still going to take some time to get used to," she admitted. "I'm still not quite used to living and being able to do whatever I want with a click of my fingers.”
"You're my principessa, and, if I am able, I will give you whatever your heart desires.”
"I don't think I've mentioned just how much I love in the last hour," she told me, leaning over to kiss me softly.
"You were a little busy," I pointed out.
"Still, I love you, Edward, more than I thought I could ever love another human being.”
"The feeling, mia Bellezza, is entirely mutual."
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Papi = Daddy.Bellezza = Beauty.
Principessa = Princess.
AN: Thanks for reading!
