AN: Thanks to EdwardsMate4ever from PTB and Pain Jane for beta'ing this baby for me. Thanks for all the reviews as well! I changed the chapter up a little with this one, switching the parts around so that the lemon is before the plot. I'm sure you guys don't mind. ;D Thanks to Nocturnal Emissions for being my sound board when I couldn't figure out the last line of the chapter. Check out her fic, Involuntary Rapture if you like kinky and twisted.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Everything done in this fic is completely consensual.
Chapter 31
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My hips rolled forward, pressing down the length of his cock as his hips lifted his to greet them. There was no rush in our movements, and I couldn't help but compare them to that of a small wave hitting the shore. We pushed and pulled, pressing forward before receding.
My skin tingled where he touched me, each touch slow and deliberate, as his hands slipped up over my stomach, parting the flannel shirt I was wearing. I moaned breathlessly as the tips of his fingers skimmed the underside of my tits, teasing and dancing over my skin lightly. Without the carnal need that we had already given into all morning, we moved against each other languidly and almost purposelessly.
It wasn't a race, and neither of us were rushing to the finish line. We simply enjoyed the feel of each other's bodies pressed against one another. I leaned back, resting my hands on his thighs as his hands finally reached their destination.
He cupped and palmed my tits, swiping his thumbs over my swollen nipples. I arched into his touch, my muscles tightening around him, squeezing his cock as my thighs tensed, flexing. My movements faltered slightly, but I picked the pace back up easily, rolling my hips forward as I sank down on him.
He groaned, his grip become more firm as he fondled my tits. My teeth sunk into the plump flesh of my bottom lip as the collar of the shirt slipped over my shoulder, bearing more of my skin to his eyes. He shifted beneath me, one of his hands withdrawing as he pulled himself up on his elbow. Our eyes met, the desire and love in his clearly mirroring my own lustful gaze.
Suddenly, he seemed too far away, and I reached out a hand, the sleeve of the shirt I was wearing slipping over my knuckles as I ran it over his chest.
His gaze never faltered, staying centered on mine as I wrapped my arm around his neck and used my hold as leverage to pull myself forward until I was flush against him. Our hips stilled momentarily as I ghosted my lips along the edge of his jaw. No words were shared between us, and none needed to be. We just let our bodies do the talking.
I gasped as he thrust up gently into me, the change in position causing my clit to graze his tilted pelvis. My eyelids fluttered, and my lips parted, the film of sweat on our skin making our bodies slide against each other easily.
He sat up, resting his weight back on his hand as he angled his face toward mine. Our lips hovered over each other, quiet pants escaping us as we waited, lips parted and quivering in anticipation. His gaze flickered between my lips and eyes, gauging and measuring the depth of my desire before he closed the last centimeter of space.
The kiss was light and chaste, something akin to the brush of butterfly wings against skin, but it didn't make it any less meaningful or passionate. My fingers played with the hairs on the nape of his neck as he ducked down for a second kiss, this one lingering. Our mouths moved against each other slowly, tasting each other as we sucked and nipped at each other's lips. It didn't take long for our tongues to join in the party, tangling together effortlessly.
He hummed low in his throat as he grasped my shirt, tugging it off further until it hung at my elbows. I pulled back, breathing heavy as I attempted to catch my breath. I peeked up at him from beneath my eyelashes, biting down on my swollen, bottom lip coyly as I moved over him, my hips undulating.
My tits bounced as I gyrated and ground my pelvis against his, unbound and free as I slithered back and forth over him.
I twisted my fingers in his hair, grasping handfuls of it as he placed open-mouthed kisses down the column of my neck. He trailed a hand around my waist, clutching the back of my thigh and pulling me further into him. He moaned, long and low, encouraging me without words as he grew more aggressive. His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back with it and causing my back to bow forward and my tits to jut out.
Using this to his advantage, his mouth ran down my collarbone, latching onto one of my nipples. My nails dug into his scalp as I let out a strangled cry, bucking wildly as sparks of pleasure zipped down my spine.
His tongue flicked over my tight bud, laving over my nipple. He switched breasts, paying the other nipple the same amount of attention until I forced his head back, capturing his lips with mine.
I barely had time to realize he was moving before he flipped us over, slamming my body down against the mattress. I bounced slightly as he hovered over me, our legs tangling in the sheets that were pushed down around our feet. I giggled as I kicked them away, freeing my legs to wrap around his waist, trying to pull his body down on mine. My body felt empty without him in it, and I was eager to get him back inside.
He smirked in response, his sweaty hair falling into his eyes as he let out a chuckle. I pushed his hair out of his face as his hands trailed up and down my thighs, dancing over my skin.
"More?" he asked, his voice gravelly.
"Always," I replied, reaching down between us. He groaned as I took him in my hands, his silken flesh hard and wet with my juices. I peered down between us, letting out a small whimper as a wave of lust overtook me. My fingers looked so small and dainty as they stretched in an effort to envelop him fully. Veins pulsing with blood protruded from the sides, and the light purple, mushroom-like head leaked, spilling pre-cum down onto my hands.
"You look so good in my hands," I breathed, drawing my bottom lip between my teeth and sucking on it gently. He didn't protest to my exploration, giving me free rein to do as I wished with him. I teased the head, pulling back further the skin at the tip as he twitched, cursing and bucking his hips.
Holding him and feeling him pulse against my palm made me feel powerful. I was in control of his pleasure—if I chose to give it to him—and it was a heady, almost addictive, feeling. I momentarily understood why Edward loved to dominate me so much, and while I knew I would never want the kind of responsibility that came along with that role, I allowed myself to revel in the moment.
I slid my palm up his length from base to tip, watching the way his skin moved, pulling back from the head as I retreated down his cock. He thrust into my hand, groaning lowly, and I pulled my eyes away from my ministrations to focus on the look of ecstasy on his face.
I strained upward, nipping the edge of his jaw softly. "I love the way you feel, so hot and hard, Papi," I murmured.
He grunted in response, ducking his head down so that our foreheads were pressed together. His gaze was piercing as he stared deeply into my eyes, his breath coming out in quick pants. The muscles of his back and arms flexed as he thrust into my hand. I was lost in him, barely registering anything but his face as he drew me in. The way his jaw twitched and his swollen lips parted while he stared into my eyes from under his eyelashes was enough to stoke the fire inside me, and I was suddenly desperate to have him back inside of me.
I started squirming, a low whine escaping my lips as every part of me begged to be just that little bit closer to him. He reached down between us, and stilled my hand, his fingers wrapping around my wrist and tugging up until it was over my head.
He grasped my other wrist, bringing it up to join the first, and pushed his knees between my thighs, spreading them wide. I arched my back, fighting to get closer to him as he trailed his hands down my arms, confident that I would keep the position he had placed me in. He seemed mesmerized as he followed the path of his fingers until they dipped behind my back, between the shirt that, up until that point, I had completely forgotten about.
He splayed one hand between my shoulder blades, while the other drew the shirt up over my head, slipping it down my arms before discarding it on the floor by our bed.
As much as I had loved all the traveling we had done over the holidays, I couldn't deny that I had missed the familiarity and comfort of our bed. I loved how the sheets and pillows smelled of us, our combined scents mingling together to create a new one. I smiled, letting my head fall back and my eyes slide closed as his hands moved over my body.
"Please," I breathed.
"What do you want, Bellezza?" he questioned softly, placing a kiss in the valley between my tits.
"You," I moaned, distracted by his fingers running down the inside of my thighs.
He chuckled lowly, enjoying every second of my torture. "You have me," he countered.
"Inside me, Papi," I whined impatiently.
"Why didn't you just say so?" he replied, raising himself up and thrusting into me with one smooth stroke. I gasped loudly, a mewl passing through my lips before I could stop it as my walls clutched him tightly, never wanting to let his cock go.
He started thrusting, his movements slow and measured as he hovered over me, our chests brushing together. We were in our own little bubble, floating above everything else as we connected, over and over again, each time delving just a little bit deeper.
"You know...I've been thinking," he panted out between thrusts.
I quirked an eyebrow, peeling open one of my eyes to peer up at him. "What?" I mumbled, raising my legs to wrap around his waist.
"We haven't formally announced our engagement to the press, and..." He paused, cursing as my muscles squeezed him. "I was wondering how we wanted to do that.”
I opened both eyes, wondering where the hell his mind was. "Papi, if that's what you're thinking while your cock is inside my pussy, then we're going to have a bit of a problem," I told him, unwrapping my legs from his waist.
He must have realized the error of bringing up the press while inside me when I shoved him off me. He groaned, rolling onto his back and dry washed his face. "Fuck, I'm sorry," he apologized. I rolled over onto my stomach, not really in the mood anymore now that he had ruined the moment. I propped myself up on one elbow, turning my face to look at him, unimpressed.
"Well, we might as well talk about it now," I pointed out.
He raked a hand through his hair, his expression apologetic. "I just want to be on top of everything. The sooner we announce it, the sooner the press will calm down about it," he explained with a sigh.
"Tanya will sort it out," I told him, not really caring. The press had already greeted us at the airport, shouting out questions while they attempted to blind us with their damn cameras, so they had probably managed to get a few pictures of the ring already. It didn't take a genius to figure out what it meant.
I sighed, throwing my legs over the side of the bed and stretched. Edward shifted behind me, sitting up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, preventing me from standing up. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"To wash all this sweat and grime off my body," I told him. I was somewhat tense, still put out over his interruption of the sex we should have still been having. Usually, I would have relaxed back into him when he pulled me back against him, resting his chin on my shoulder, but, at that moment, I just wanted some space between us.
"Don't be angry, Bellezza," he murmured, kissing my shoulder. "I was an ass, and I'm sorry for bringing up something like that during the best sex of my life.”
His words thawed me somewhat, and I couldn't stop my lips from quirking upward slightly as I snorted. "That was the best sex of your life?" I asked, disbelievingly.
"Every time I have sex with you is the best sex of my life," he murmured. At that moment in time, I hated the way he could charm his way back into my good graces, melting my resistance with sweet words.
"Oh, fuck you, Edward," I grumbled, though my heart wasn't in it. I tried to get out of his grip, but he tightened it as his chest rumbled with a chuckle.
"Too cheesy, wasn't it? But in all seriousness, Isabella, I am sorry for being so insensitive. I should have been fully focused on you, not worrying about the press and shit like that. Can you find it somewhere in you to forgive me?”
I didn't need to look at him to tell he was pouting, and I rolled my eyes. "Maybe," I said non-commitally. He brushed my hair off my neck, nuzzling my throat as his hands slipped from my hips to my thighs, tugging them apart.
"Please," he murmured as I sank back against him. I leaned my head on his shoulder as he shifted behind me, one leg hanging off the bed and the other crossed, tucked between our bodies. I hummed, too distracted to form a response as his fingers slipped between my legs. He stroked over my folds before parting them, his fingers delving into the wet, swollen flesh of my pussy.
"Urgh," I panted out, my breaths becoming shallower as all the air in my lungs seemed to escape. The coil in my stomach tightened as he grazed his thumb over my clit, tugging the skin around it down to reveal more of my sensitive flesh. He used his unoccupied hand to tug and pluck at my nipple, making any resistance against him futile and unnecessary.
He worked me over with practiced hands, already anticipating each one of my reactions as he played my body like an instrument. I was slick and swollen as he swirled his fingers through my wetness, coating them with it. He coaxed music from my body, urging it forward as he rekindled the fire inside me, adding to the flames curling in the pit of my stomach.
My thighs were quivering, and my muscles were tight with anticipation by the time he finally eased his fingers inside me, his thumb reaching up to deliver pleasure to my clit.
"Forgive me?" he requested, curling and twisting his fingers as he thrust them at a steady pace. I rocked my hips against his hand as his mouth latched onto my neck, drawing my skin into his mouth and sucking it. The sensation of my skin enveloped in wet heat sparked through me like an electric pulse, the way his teeth nipped and his tongue laved almost too much for my lust-addled brain.
He was relentless, his hands precise in their actions as he coaxed me higher and higher. My tongue felt thick and heavy in my mouth as I mumbled incoherently, too drunk on his touch to unscramble my mind.
"Forgive me?" he asked again. He grazed my g-spot, and I bucked, a gush of wetness leaving my body.
"Yes," I moaned out, my climax getting closer.
With his apology now accepted, he doubled his efforts in making me cum, his fingers massaging my g-spot with enough consistency to send me toppling over the edge. I shuddered, turning my face into his neck as my body spasmed. Small gasps and moans escaped me as my orgasm washed over me, wave after wave of pleasure submerging me as my muscles loosened. I slumped back against Edward, panting softly as I came down.
"Definitely forgiven," I mumbled when I finally found my voice. He hummed, turning me around in his lap to kiss me, softly caressing my lips with his own. He poured the words he couldn't speak into it, his sincerity shining through it as I cupped his face, rubbing my fingers through his rough scruff.
Whatever annoyance there had been in me had defused. It was an impossibility to stay angry at Edward for long periods of time, and I reminded myself that he wasn't perfect. I knew that, though I had forgiven him, he would still strive to make it up to me, needing to find absolution through something more concrete. Once he had forgiven himself, he would stop, knowing that it would be put behind us without any of it ever being brought up again.
There was no point in holding grudges. We faced each problem as it came, and sorted through it. Our foundation was strong enough that a few chinks here and there didn't send us careening to the ground. We patched up any holes and fortified our walls, trying to always keep our relationship grounded.
We eventually pulled apart, somewhat reluctantly, and sat in silence for a while.
"Shower?" he finally suggested.
A smile twitched up at the corner of my lips. "As if you needed an excuse to get me wet and naked," I teased.
He chuckled. "Little One, you're already wet and naked for me. I am merely trying to coerce you into finishing round three.”
"Oh, I already finished," I said somewhat smugly. I slid off the bed, sashaying toward the bathroom with an extra swing in my hips. I wasn't surprised when he came up behind me, his hands moving over my curves as he nipped my throat, pressing the erection that had reawakened after our pseudo argument.
"You know me," he murmured. "I'm an overachiever.”
"Oh, well, in that case," I told him, turning around and jumping up into his arms. "Please continue."
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"They'll be a while yet. Once they get into the intricate details of the game, there is no stopping them," she commented with a soft smile.
I returned her smile, fighting the instinct to burrow my face in Edward's shoulder, the atmosphere around me putting me on edge. At a casual glance, it looked like an extravagant party where the rich and famous were all gathered, but I felt the many eyes digging into my back.
"I guess congratulations are in order," she said, her eyes darting down to my ringed finger. I automatically reached out with my other hand, adjusting and twisting the ring nervously.
"Thank you," I murmured softly, trying to ignore the snickers behind me.
My ring had not gone unnoticed, the glimmering diamonds like a beacon to the gossiper's hungry eyes.
They made no attempt to lower their whispers about me, the woman who had just sprung up out of nowhere and snatched up one of the most eligible bachelors in the state. They were suspicious and catty, their jealousy like acid as they tried to expose and deconstruct me. I held my head as high as I could manage, using the strength from inside me to fight against the waves of insecurity.
I may have felt as though I didn't belong in this particular circle, but I knew I belonged with Edward, so wherever he went, I did also. I looked every bit the part of his fiancé with my floor length, strapless, chiffon dress in varying blues and greens. It flowed seamlessly over my body, cascading over my curves before pooling at my feet. I loved the way it flared up when I walked, making me look graceful, like I was gliding.
"Edward never did tell me how you two met?" Angela murmured, curiosity shining in her eyes.
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and let my eyes drop momentarily as I gathered myself before lifting them.
"We met through Tanya," I said, sticking as close to the truth as possible like we had discussed. There was nothing worse than being caught up in a lie.
"Tanya?" she said, surprise coloring her tone.
I laughed lightly, taking a sip of my champagne and nodded. "It was all really a coincidence. Edward was going through some sort of midlife crisis, feeling lonely and unfulfilled, and Tanya decided the best way to get him out of his funk was to set him up with a few women. I was one of them.”
She seemed mollified by my story. "Yes, I can remember he went through a phase a while back. I'm glad he found you. He needs someone to take care of, it's just how he is," she said, glancing over at Edward as though he was a child she was fond of.
"I think that's why we work so well. I need someone to look after me as much as he needs to look after someone. Things moved pretty quickly after we decided to be in an exclusive relationship together, and eight months later he went and proposed.”
"I didn't know you two were together for so long. It's amazing how you managed to keep it out of the press," she commented.
I hummed in agreement. "It wasn't easy, and at times it was frustrating, but we wanted to build a foundation in our relationship before throwing ourselves to the vultures," I told her. "I think, in the end, it was worth it though. I doubt we would be as strong as we are if we had come out as a couple from the start. It wouldn't have taken much for them to fodder their attack, what with our obvious age difference and status in society.”
Edward's hand snaked from the small of my back to the rise of my hip, grasping it firmly and tugging me closer to him. I didn't fight, melting into him effortlessly and peering up just as he ducked his head to brush his lips against mine. There was no stopping the smile that curved up on my lips as our eyes met, conveying more than words could ever.
It was only when a throat cleared that we realized that we had gotten lost in one another, blocking out the rest of the party. My cheeks flushed pink, and I dipped my head as the Mayor chuckled heartily.
"Young love," he murmured. "Tell me, Miss Dwyer, how did he do it?" he asked, the sound of my last name still foreign to me. I was confused by his question for a minute before I saw his gaze on my ring.
"Well," I said, before launching into the tale of how he had woken up early on Christmas morning and the romantic breakfast he had made before we had moved onto the presents. Angela was practically swooning by the time I was done, and a small crowd had gathered around to listen.
"Oh, my," Angela sighed. "That is so romantic.”
There was general agreement from the crowd, and I flushed from happiness, snuggling closer to Edward. He placed a kiss on top of my head, the silly grins on our faces matching perfectly. I was so lost in the euphoria of reliving his proposal that it took me a moment to notice Edward's mother and stepfather's appearance as the crowd dissipated.
Edward's grip tightened on my waist as he stiffened, the tension rising quickly as they moved closer. I was surprised that they still attended parties together since their divorce was almost settled, unless the divorce was some sort of farce.
His face was stoic, his true emotions masked as he leaned forward, placing a kiss on his mother's cheek. He never let me go as he went through the motions, shaking his stepfather's hand with false familiarity. If there was anything I had learned about this life, it was that if you weren't feeling it, you faked it. Your public life and private life were cut right down the middle; completely separate.
"Edward, darling, how have you been?" his mother asked, though I noticed the caution in her eyes.
"Very well, Mother. I presume you have heard our news," he replied steadily.
Her smile was tight as she issued the obligatory congratulations. "Of course, you're very lucky my Edward chose you," she said, the underlining insult telling me that she did not approve of me one bit. She obviously thought that I wasn't good enough for him and tried to stake her claim by mentioning Edward as hers.
I merely smiled sat her with a hint of smugness as Edward jumped in. "I think it's me who is the lucky one. Isabella has given me something I never thought I would get, and I couldn't be happier.”
He turned his gaze toward me, the sincerity clear in them. "It's the same for me," I murmured, tipping my head back as he kissed me chastely before pulling back and returning his attention to his parents.
"Well, I'm proud of you," Carlisle grunted, his words surprisingly sincere though his tone was somewhat reluctant to admit it.
His words made a crack in Edward's mask as he quirked an eyebrow, unsure as to how to take his stepfather's words. Their eyes met, silently communicating and searching until they were both satisfied with what they found. I felt slightly out of my depth, with Edward's mother drilling a hole into my head, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Thank you," Edward finally murmured, tilting his head in acknowledgement.
Carlisle shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat and tugging at his collar. "I have always been proud of you. That's why I pushed you so hard. I wanted you to reach your potential, but somewhere along the way, I stopped seeing the present and just focused on the end goal. I'm sorry that you never felt that I cared. If I could go back then I would change some things.”
The silence hung heavily over us after his confession, and I struggled to keep my composure. I fought to hide the shock of his words, since the only thing I had ever heard about Edward's step-father was that the only thing he cared about was having the best of everything without thought of anyone or anything else. To hear him, not quite apologize, but admit he had faults, was shocking.
"Apology accepted," Edward said, one side of his mouth quirking up. I was impressed by the quick forgiveness he had granted, his heart accepting the words in their sincerity. I knew if I had been in his place, I would have told Carlisle just where he could shove his apology until he could back it up with actions.
"I hope we'll receive an invitation to the happy union," Carlisle murmured. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he started tugging Edward's mothers away, the conversation ending.
"Of course," Edward replied, his hand slipping to the small of my back as he gently guided me in the opposite direction. He let out a long breath, his shoulders losing the remnants of the tension that being near his parents caused.
"That was interesting," he murmured, picking a flute of champagne off a passing tray and throwing back half the contents.
"Life with you does tend to be like that," I commented lightly, catching his eye knowingly.
He smirked, his hand dipping down to graze against the sensitive, bruised flesh of my ass, my punishment for touching myself longer than necessary still at the forefront of both of our minds.
"It does, doesn't it?”
His eyes smoldered, and I wet my suddenly dry lips, watching the way his eyes followed the movement of my tongue. I smirked, loving the way he reacted to me. It was like when we were together, no one else mattered or existed, and I reveled in his attention. We made the obligatory rounds, greeting people I knew I wouldn't remember come morning as Edward introduced me as his fiancé.
Every time he said that word, butterflies would rise in my stomach, fluttering and flapping around as I let myself soak in the happiness that surrounded me. There was a lot of curiosity directed toward me since, to them, I was relatively new to the scene and already had a big diamond on my finger.
I was prepared for their reactions, both negative and positive, and I took it all in stride, smiling and playing my part flawlessly. I was surprised when we bumped into Charlie and his wife, who he introduced proudly. Sue was a beautiful, dark-skinned Latino woman that looked like she had stepped off the cover of a magazine.
Her dress wrapped around each curve and dip of her body, the bright colors of it contrasting nicely against her skin. It amazed me to think that she'd had two children, yet still looked as though she could be walking the catwalk. If I had tits that perky after I had kids, then I would show them off as just as she did.
Sue turned out to be very affectionate, no caution or trepidation making her hesitate as she pulled me into a hug, kissing both of my cheeks lovingly.
"Bella, I have heard so much about you," she gushed before turning her attention to an amused Edward. "And you, Carino, are as handsome as your pictures.”
I couldn't help but laugh at that. "He is, isn't he?" I agreed. Edward rolled his eyes at me, modest as always when it came to compliments before turning his attention to Charlie. I didn't miss the way Charlie cringed when Edward shook his hand, the force he was exerting over Charlie to assert his dominance crushing it.
"I see he is making an honest woman out of you. Have you set a date yet?" Sue asked, regaining my attention.
I shrugged. "We've decided to wait until autumn next year when everything calms down," I explained. She gave me a knowing look since; Charlie had obviously filled her in on what was going on. Part of me felt as though I should be annoyed by that, but I couldn't fault Charlie for sharing information with his wife. If the roles were reversed, I would have done the same.
"My wedding was on a beach in Bridgetown, Barbados. I was a stripper before I met Charlie, did you know that? He saved me from a life of drugs and prostitution.”
She said it so matter-of-factly that I couldn't do anything but blink at her for a second. "No, he didn't mention that," I finally murmured.
She smirked slyly at me. "He redeemed me, which in turn, helped me to redeem myself, and I won't lie and say my previous occupation doesn't still come in handy at times.”
I probably should have been grossed out by what she was insinuating, but all I could do was laugh. It was such a relief to meet a real, down-to-earth woman in the midst of this fake, plastic world.
"I can understand that. My old job was what brought me and Edward together," I told her. "We both have particular tastes, and it was because of that, that we met.”
She nodded before turning her attention to her husband. "Mi amor, let us leave these two love birds to their evening. We still have some networking to do.”
He nodded. "Of course, Mi Reina,"he agreed easily.
"You must come for dinner some time," Sue chirped. "You can meet the kids."
We both nodded, agreeing to make arrangements to join them one night for a home-cooked meal at their place.
"Come dance with me," Edward murmured in my ear as we drifted away from them. "I need an excuse to hold you close." I melted at his words, no thoughts of protesting entering my mind as he led me to the dance floor. A live orchestra played as we took our positions—me with one hand curling behind his neck, and the other at his waist, while his hands settled on my hip and at my waist.
If there was anything that I loved, it was when Edward danced. He did it so flawlessly and with such little effort, following his lead made it seem as though I was floating on a cloud. We spun, our feet moving in time to the music as we pressed our bodies together. The feel of his chest beneath his tuxedo shirt was enough to send a shiver down my spine.
"Have I told you just how beautiful you look tonight?" he whispered in my ear as he twisted me in his grip until my back crashed against his chest. His lips trailed up the column of my neck as I forced myself not to get lost in the moment.
"You may have mentioned it a time or two," I breathed, my chest rising and falling quicker. The tango, it seemed, was a perfect dance for clothed seduction. The way his hands roamed my body under the guise of dancing had me yearning to drag him into a quiet corner to have my way with him.
I gasped as he spun me back round, hitching my thigh around his waist and pulling my body into his. I tightened my grip on his neck and let my upper half bow backward. His hands grasped my hips tightly as I reciprocated the seduction, slithering and rubbing myself against him. The dance was quick and sharp, the primal undertone enough to send my pulse into overdrive.
Dancing was something that I enjoyed and excelled at, having learned a whole spectrum of different styles over the years. I could waltz and fox trot like the best of them and work a pole like a professional.
We eventually grew tired and moved off the dance floor, stopping by the buffet table on the way to find some seats for some nourishment. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed myself as the evening flew by, ignoring the gossipers until I no longer cared. I was happy to let them come to their own conclusions and assumptions about me, but that may have been the alcohol talking.
I made sure to switch to water, not wanting to make a fool of myself by getting drunk. Tipsy, I was fine with, but I was an uncoordinated drunk, and as much as Edward thought it was cute, I cut myself off when I started giggling too much. The last thing I wanted to do was make a fool of myself in front of all these politicians and high society women.
As midnight drew near, I allowed my mind to reflect back on my life. I thought of all the turns and twists that had led me to where I was, the pitfalls and the bumps that I could no longer regret. Though some of them were hard to think about, I knew that without them, I wouldn't be where I was today.
I was a different woman from who I had been, and it amazed me just how much my life had changed in a year. The cynicism and pessimism that I had worn as my armor disintegrated, and had been replaced by more hope and love than I had ever thought possible to obtain. I had lost my parents, only to gain a father. I'd quit my job and found happiness with a man who thought I was his whole word.
Edward's presence in my life was a blessing, and like Sue had said, he had redeemed me. Months of coaxing and urging me into the place I needed to be had forced me to find strength, not just in him, but also in myself. As the countdown began, we stood, wrapped in each other's arms, letting the world fade away until there was only us.
The New Year brought a whole new world of possibilities, and with his mouth fused against mine, we sealed our fate with a kiss and took a step toward the future.
Isabella, the call girl, no longer existed. I was Isabella, his Bellezza, and as the screams erupted and fireworks sounded, I knew who I was. I was his little girl, and come hail or high water, he was my Papi. He owned my body, my heart, even my soul, and I couldn't deny that I wouldn't have had it any other way.
The End
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Papi = Daddy.Bellezza = Beauty.
Spanish:
Carino = Sweety
Mi Amor = Honey
Mi Reina = My queen
AN: *Sniffle* I'll be sad to see this baby go, but don't forget we still have the epilogue to go! That being said, I will still be writing outtakes, so all suggestions for those are welcome.
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