“I know, I know.” The soft voice was the first sound I heard as I drifted toward consciousness.
“We can’t do this again…I don’t see how it could possibly work out well,” a second voice, deep and rumbling, murmured.
“We didn’t intend to do this more than once, did we?”
Quickly, before the first voice could continue, the second one replied, “Did we actually intend to follow through with this at all?”
Edward?
Silence.
“We’ll have breakfast or something, and then she can be on her way…”
Rosalie?
My mind assigned names to the voices, and faces followed immediately after. Faces…and hands…and lips…and bodies…
I pushed myself up in bed, still incredibly groggy. My memory wasn’t foggy in the least, though. I remembered every detail of last night: Edward’s strong hands on me…Rosalie’s soft mouth on my skin. Edward inside of me. My lips kissing Rosalie. My first time with a girl…a perfectly beautiful woman. My first time with the perfect specimen of man that was Edward.
I felt desire building at the mere memories, and what would have been my moan became a soft sigh as I worked to open my eyes.
“Hey, now,” I said, my voice still thick with sleep. I could imagine what my hair probably looked like - crazy and knotted and going in every direction. The light seemed unnecessarily bright, and I kept my eyes down, focusing on the lace edging of my boyshorts. Rosalie had good taste.
“I’m sorry we woke you, Bella,” Edward murmured quietly. “It’s not even six yet…go back to sleep.”
I shook my head slowly. My eyes were still squinting as they adjusted to the artificial light that was filling the room, coming from both the closet and the attached bathroom. The brightness seemed garish and unrelenting, so I closed my eyes again. After a few moments, the spots behind my eyelids disappeared, and I waited until my pupils would be adjusted enough to reopen them.
“Are you okay, Bella?” Rose asked.
I opened my eyes after a moment while they waited in silence. Then I nodded and turned my head toward the sound of their voices, looking back and forth between the two of them. They were standing on the far side of the room near the closet, apparently involved in a heated conversation before I interrupted by waking. I pressed my hands into the mattress on either side of me and said, “You didn’t enjoy last night?”
Rose’s lips curved into a wicked smile, and the effect was astonishing. Even in her sleep-deprived state, her beauty was undiminished. Edward’s teeth bit lightly into his bottom lip as his eyes wandered again, traveling over the curves of my body and pausing in ways that let me know he was remembering our night together. Neither of them said a word.
“Then why can’t we do this again?” I couldn’t understand how they could turn away from something that had been so immensely enjoyable for everyone involved. “Don’t you like me?” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized how childish they sounded…but I didn’t care.
“Bella…” Rose began, but her voice tapered off.
“No, I mean it. Did you plan to do this just once and then dump the girl?” My voice was petulant. I could hear myself manipulating the situation, and though I didn’t necessarily like that I was doing it, I didn’t want to say goodbye to Edward and Rosalie.
With a start, I realized that for some unknown reason, I couldn’t.
“Oh, God, Bella…no,” Edward said, his brow furrowing slightly. He walked to me and sat on the mattress, taking my left hand in his. His voice grew quieter when he finally continued. “I want you. Can’t you see how beautiful I think you are? Can’t you tell?”
I looked at him evenly. “But you don’t want to do this again?” I pouted, my face falling as my lower lip poked out at him just slightly, and gestured to the room and Rosalie with my right hand.
He groaned. “Bella…it’s just...I mean…”
“There’s no way this can end well, Bella. Edward and I never intended for this to be a…a regular occurrence.” Rosalie was suddenly standing near me. Somehow, traces of her perfume were still evident, and I breathed them in before responding.
“So I get no say in this?” I asked, suddenly aware of how badly I wanted them both at some point in the very near future. It couldn’t be that morning…I was sore and aching in muscles I didn’t know I had after the evening the three of us had shared. But I wanted them.
Both of them.
“Bella…” Rose’s voice fell away again, but I sensed her waning resistance, and I saw the way her eyes darkened when she looked at me.
I barreled on, switching tactics from pouting to logistics. “We could make…I don’t know, rules or something. Things to do and things not to do. I’d go for whatever you two find reasonable…I know you have more to lose from this than I do, being friends like you are.” I paused and watched as Rose sat on my other side. I knew they were very close, and I could understand why this…situation…might be alarming. But surely, we could make it work. Together. “Please?” My brow furrowed slightly, and my tone turned fervent.
They stared at one another as my mind worked furiously, embroiled in so many questions.
I couldn’t explain it…I went my whole life without even considering taking part in a threesome but suddenly, I was distraught at the thought of my life without these two people. It made absolutely no sense - I hardly knew them! And until last night, I hadn’t even considered that I might be bisexual. As I snuck a glance at her, I wondered if that was because I’d only just met Rosalie…
It had been silent between us all for a few minutes when she spoke up. “Rules?” Her voice was quizzical, and I bit back a smile as I sensed her capitulation.
She looked from Edward to me and then back to Edward. His lips parted and then closed again. He shifted his eyes, meeting Rosalie’s gaze as silent communication passed between the two of them.
“Rules would be…good…” Edward mumbled. His countenance turned thoughtful as he glanced upward. “Uh. Things like ‘No sex with anyone other than us,’” he finished.
I nodded, as did Rosalie. To put it simply, adding another party would just make this…messy.
Well, messier.
“No pushing the boundaries,” Rosalie contributed. “If any one of us is uncomfortable with an…act…we shouldn’t do it.” She sounded certain, but the look on her face said otherwise.
“If it gets weird, we end it,” Edward said, still unsure himself.
“Yes,” I said. “Those seem pretty reasonable.”
Edward cleared his throat and looked me in the eye. “I have one more.”
“Shoot,” I said, trying to keep the tone light as I wondered what he could mention next. The basic rules we’d determined seemed rather comprehensive.
I watched him swallow as his eyes became cryptic. “No singular dating between the three of us.” He said it resolutely.
Rosalie nodded energetically, as though that was the final straw, and she was officially on board. “I agree with that.”
I was still incredibly tired, and that last one hadn’t really clicked with me. “What does that even mean?” I asked, fully aware that I sounded annoyed.
“We can’t pursue you on our own,” Rose answered simply.
“Oh,” I mumbled as I tried to stifle a yawn. In my tiredness, I giggled. “So can I tell people I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend?” I snickered to myself as I considered it.
Edward smirked at me, and Rose just grinned. “I don’t think we should put this out there until we figure out if this situation is even going to work for us,” he said. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m pretty sure every guy in Chicago will be jealous when they see that I spend my Friday evenings with the most beautiful blonde and brunette in the city…but I’m pretty positive that many people won’t take this…arrangement…well.”
I didn’t respond to the fact that Edward had assigned our trio a set night every week - or that a shiver had made its way down my spine as my cheeks heated when he called me beautiful. “I guess…” I paused as I yawned again. “I guess you’re right.” To be honest, I couldn’t imagine what my family would think, let alone the people I worked with – or even perfect strangers. At the moment, though, I was too tired to care, and I realized that I didn’t want to sleep alone. “Lie down with me,” I commanded and let myself fall back on the pillow.
I was on my left side, and Edward moved to lie flat on his back in front of me, turning his face toward mine. His green eyes softened as he gave me a small smile, and he took my hand, pulling it onto his chest. He placed his other hand on top of mine and simply looked at me.
The room was suddenly dark as Rose turned the lights off, leaving only the muted light of the rising sun to illuminate the room. I felt her weight behind me, and the bed shifted as she threw a thin, deep blue blanket over the three of us. As Edward pulled it over his chest, still keeping my hand in its assigned position, Rose’s forearm came to rest over my waist as her hand settled on my hip.
In that position - between two people who had changed my world irrevocably during the course of a single evening - I slept long and hard.
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My weeks had always been routine.
I woke up at 7 A.M., showered, and then drove to work. There, I dealt with the mundane shit that The Common Appeal could afford me. This included but was not limited to Mike Newton’s and fucking Lauren Mallory’s bullshit for eight hours. Afterward, I went home every Monday through Thursday. On Friday, the schedule changed only in that after work, I went to Breeze with the gang and had a few rounds before returning home.
My weekends were varied but generally included the same people that I spent my time with on Friday evenings. I’d go shopping, bake, try a new recipe. I would write bits and pieces of the novel I’d started last summer. I went to concerts with Angela and Jessica, and I made lengthy phone calls to my parents back in Forks. Renee and Charlie were the model parental units - always happy and supportive - and they were really a joy to keep in contact with.
Emmett lived in Chicago near me. He was completely wonderful, and I loved to spend time with him, so on most Sundays, we got together for lunch or dinner and regaled one another with stories of our week - coworkers, significant others, whatever was important that week. Emmett was also my resident “museum buddy” because he was one of the few people I knew that truly enjoyed spending an entire afternoon in the Chicago Museum of Modern Art. My brother and I were close.
It was routine, but I had loved my life. I thought I was fulfilled.
Then, Edward and Rosalie happened, and in the course of a single night, literally rocked my world, spinning me in an entirely different direction. So many things were the same, but everything had changed.
My schedule probably appeared normal to the outside world. Somehow, it felt normal to me.
But really, my weeks were drastically different.
I went to work at eight and smiled my way through the craptastic office climate at the magazine. My mind wandered as morons like Mike or the new intern, some kid named Riley, sputtered aimlessly at me. The place my mind went was happy - and I had Edward or Rosalie - or most often, both - to thank.
At the end of the work week, I still went to Breeze with my friends. We would talk about the usual – life, love, work, school – but about half an hour after happy hour ended, I would leave. I never really gave an explanation as to why I was going, and no one ever pushed for information, though Jessica did give me questioning looks each week; I knew that soon, her meddlesome nature would demand answers regarding why I was skipping out early every week.
Two Fridays had passed.
As it turned out, Edward’s random assignment of Fridays as our night had worked out the best for us all. The first two weeks, we were at his place, but last week had been Rose’s turn.
She, too, lived in a condo, which was gorgeous, of course. It had wood flooring throughout every room and massive windows that allowed an immense amount of natural light to filter in. Her furniture was contemporary, almost Spartan. It was all straight lines and modern and, to tell the truth, her place looked like a Crate & Barrel ad, only better. She had an eye for color as well, which resulted in a visually dynamic home.
Her bedroom was more than comfortable. She had a California King-sized mattress, fitted into a mahogany sleigh bed frame, burgundy sateen sheets, and a glorious down comforter in a deep, dark brown. The extra large mattress made it so that neither Rose nor Edward were touching me when we finally all fell asleep, but it hardly mattered: after three weeks of experimentation, we’d gotten into a rhythm, and my orgasms - and theirs - were so all-consuming and mind-altering that I passed out immediately anyway.
It was Wednesday. Friday night was my turn. Edward and Rose would arrive at the normal time - 9 P.M. - with bottles of wine and an appetizer or something of the like in hand. We would talk for an hour or so about our weeks - things like how many properties Rose had closed that week, what the latest developments were for Cullen Condominiums, how much of a raging bitch my boss was - and then we’d get down to business. Our conversations were mostly surface-level, but I truly enjoyed their company, and not just because together, we experienced orgasmic bliss. They were actually funny and intelligent, kind and compassionate. They had such a strong bond that I found myself wanting to take part in that – wanting to know them as intimately in all areas as they knew each other. Of course, the fact that they never touched each other while we were being intimate meant that, once I did know them that well, I would actually be closer to them both.
And, because I wanted them comfortable at my place, I had even purchased their preferred shampoos, conditioners, and general toiletries. Edward only used Mach 3 razors. Rose would only use John Frieda’s Blonde shampoo and conditioner. It made me happy to know those kinds of details about my Rose and my Edward. It made me happy that my routine had been interrupted for and by them. And it made me happy that I’d allowed the interruption.
The morning after our first night, we’d gotten up late and talked about our pasts openly. I could tell you how many people Edward and Rose had been intimate with and when they’d last had an STD test. We all figured that kind of information was necessary given what we’d decided to do that very morning; a relationship that was a threesome had to be dependent on communication - probably more so than your run of the mill couple - and we all felt that we might as well have this hard conversation up front.
Despite the fact that I was on birth control, Edward insisted on the use of several condoms each night, and logically speaking, I agreed whole-heartedly. For some reason, though, I found myself wanting to…feel him without that barrier. Rose and I didn’t have anything standing between us, and I wanted that with Edward, too. But that was an irrational, emotional desire that I pushed aside – in the wake of everything I was getting out of the relationship, I decided to let logic win that particular argument.
All morning, my mind had been abuzz with thoughts about the evening we were sure to enjoy tomorrow night.
I could admit it: I had turned into a nymphomaniac of sorts.
Sex was always in the back of my mind, and everything reminded me of Edward or Rosalie. I snickered as inappropriate innuendo abounded in my mind. I had somehow turned into a perv.
And I fucking loved every minute of it.
I was sitting at my desk, putting the final edits into Mike Newton’s article - some incredibly exciting piece on an endangered beetle that had decided to take up residence in a local park - when he arrived at the entrance to my cubicle.
“Bellaaa!” He announced and prolonged the final ‘a’ sound so that my name was suddenly fifteen seconds long.
“Yes, Mike,” I said, as I swiveled around in my desk chair to face him. I decided to ignore the fact that he was clearly attempting to read my screen from his position in the doorway. “What can I do for you?”
“Just checkin’ in on my article. Good stuff, you know.” He paused and looked smug. “Maybe one day, you’ll have an article published, and you’ll know what it’s like,” he finished.
Instead of getting angry, I let my mind go to my happy place.
Memories of Edward and Rosalie from last Friday bombarded my mind.
“The article’s nearly done. I’ll have it to you within the next fifteen minutes.” Get the fuck out of my office, I thought to myself as Edward’s nimble fingers removed my blouse.
Mike looked concerned. “Are you sure, Bella? Should I use a secondary editor?” Rosalie’s perfect lips pressed against mine as he said, “I should probably have someone double check that I’m using the correct version of there, their, and they’re …”
I felt a wry smile appear on my lips. “I’ve got it, Mike. But if you want to utilize a secondary editor, that is up to you,” I replied, my voice calm despite the fact that Edward was pushing me into the mattress, and Rosalie was kissing her way up my inner leg.
Mike laughed. “Sure, Bella. I’ll be expecting that shortly then.”
I wrapped my hand around Edward’s beautiful cock and started pumping up and down. Rosalie’s eyes were closed, and she was behind me, kissing and licking my neck. They never looked at or touched one another, focusing all their attention solely on me. “Of course, Mike,” I answered. My memories fast-forwarded, and I was lying on my back, Edward’s handsome face hovering inches above my own as he lay beside me, his thumb tracing circles around my nipple.
Mike turned to go as Edward’s lips met mine while Rosalie’s tongue pressed into a place that was much more sensitive.
I was turning back to my computer screen, considering myself lucky that Mike had gone so quickly as I felt myself flush with desire while I remembered the smell of Rosalie’s arousal later that evening, when I’d slipped my fingers into her center ever-so-gently.
I closed my eyes and let the scene play out.
As I fingered Rose, she snuck her hand down to meet mine, guiding my fingers and letting me know exactly what she liked. Edward massaged my shoulders, kneeling behind me as I was seated on the bed to Rose’s right. His teeth grazed my ear, and he groaned slightly. I felt his eyes make their way down my nearly naked form. “Take this off for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice gruff as his fingers traced the satin straps of my bra. His lips traveled along my neck, his hot breath making me shiver as my eyes closed.
I pulled my fingers away from Rosalie and thought I saw her cast a bothered look at Edward. “Don’t worry, my Rosie,” I said quietly, catching her gaze. “I’ll be right back.”
I slid my hands around my back and unclasped my bra, and Edward immediately brought his hands to my chest, gently fondling and caressing my breasts. I’d paused, eyes fluttering, as the sensation hardened my nipples, and he kissed my throat. There were moments that I was still amazed that I could sit - stark naked - in front of them both without a single nerve or worry, but they never made me feel anything but beautiful. Desirable. Perfect.
After a moment, I regained a sense of composure and leaned back over Rose, resuming my gentle caresses as Edward kissed a trail across my shoulders, from left to right.
“Bella?”
Fucking hell.
I turned around and saw Mike standing in my doorway again.
Talk about a buzz kill. I was just getting to the best part.
“I wondered if you wanted to get a drink after work,” he said, quieter and with less bravado than normal.
I almost laughed in response, but if spending time with Rosalie had taught me nothing else outside of introductory lessons on how to please a woman – and I was doing really fucking well with those, if I do say so myself - she’d taught me how to perform the classic, polite brush off. There was no need to be cruel and hurt his feelings; we did have to work together, after all.
“I’m sorry, Mike; I can’t,” I replied.
He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Plans?” I shook my head. No need to lie either. “Oh. Are you seeing someone exclusively?”
He looked a bit crestfallen as I responded. “Yes, I am, actually.”
Two someones, in fact. They fuck me senseless every Friday. Would you like to come watch?
On second thought, better not. Wouldn’t want you critiquing my performance.
My imagination formed a perfect imitation of Mike’s voice. “Tsk, tsk, Bella. You realize you’re using one finger there when you should really use two. Do I need to call in a secondary editor?”
I bit my bottom lip, holding back a smile as I amused myself.
He sighed. “Figures, I guess. Alright, well, have a good night, Bella,” he said, rushing off toward his office.
As he retreated into his private office, I smirked, mostly to myself. “Well, that came out of nowhere,” I mumbled.
Edward and Rosalie’s faces flashed in my mind as I gathered my things - my laptop, purse, new cell phone, and sunglasses - and stood to leave.
I could feel the slight wetness in my panties - a result of my thoughts of last weekend. I could only grin as I made my way across the office, stepped into the elevator, and rode it downstairs and then walked across the lot to my car.
A happy sigh escaped my lips as I sat down and tossed my things into the passenger seat. I flipped open my new phone - after the shittastic day the last one had had a few weeks ago, I had replaced it with a newer, sleeker model. I’d missed a call from Tyler, Emmett, and…Edward?
That was strange.
It wasn’t that the three of us never spoke on the telephone; it was that he hadn’t left a message. There was no new voicemail. Emmett and Tyler knew better than to leave messages. I rarely, if ever, checked my voicemail, and even on the rare occasion that I did, it was because I was expecting some sort of information. I wondered if Edward knew that about me. But how could he?
Edward would have called back if it had been important, right? I thought to myself, biting my bottom lip as I tapped my phone against the steering wheel. After a few minutes of indecision, I decided not to think anything of it and flipped open my phone to call my brother back. He picked up on the third ring.
“Well, I’ll be. Isabella Marie Swan? Is that you?” he said, a loud laugh ending his greeting.
I smiled as I placed my key into the ignition and reversed out of my spot. I pulled onto the street and said, “Yes, yes, I’m alive.”
“It’s been a couple weeks, little sister. Where the hell ya been?” Emmett was genuinely concerned; I could hear it behind his joking.
“I’ve been a little…uh…preoccupied.” It was an honest answer.
I could practically see his jaw drop on the other end of the phone. “What? Are you seeing someone new?”
I nodded, and a wicked smile played on my lips, though I knew he couldn’t see me. “Yeah,” I answered lamely, glancing in the rearview mirror. I didn’t think it would go over well for me to say, “Yeah, Em. I’m fucking two people right now…no, I mean at the same time. And there’s a girl involved. Surprise!”
Not that Emmett would care.
I was the first person he’d felt comfortable enough to come out to, our parents being a close second, and I knew if I told him about Rosalie and me, he might be surprised, but he would never judge. That reaction wasn’t even in Emmett’s repertoire.
He would, however, tease me and make endless jokes at my expense. That was just…Emmett.
But it wasn’t the teasing that was holding me back. I just felt…I guess I felt like I wanted to hold onto it for myself for awhile longer. Like I wanted to keep us in our happy little bubble where things were going so perfectly for me.
“Well, awesome, Bells. But when am I going to see you? There’s a gallery opening next weekend…”
We chatted for my entire commute home. I ignored it when the phone beeped that a text message had arrived. By the time I pulled into my assigned parking spot, Emmett and I had agreed to meet up on Sunday afternoon for coffee at our favorite Starbucks and then head over to the MOMA to check out the new exhibit. It was getting rave reviews, and I was rather excited to check it out. The artist did nothing but mosaics and often did pieces that were self-portraits.
I tossed my phone into my bag and made my way to my flat, smiling as I did so.
When I stepped into my home, I threw my bag onto the counter and walked straight to my computer. I opened my iTunes and clicked on a specific playlist – “Fuck ‘em All”. It was engineered for long days like the one I’d just had and, though it was a strange mix of music, it always did the trick. Interspersed between random pieces from Les Miserables were MGMT and some of my favorite Kings of Leon songs. For a moment, I considered playing something else because Kings of Leon’s music did nothing if not get me hot and bothered. Despite the fact that some of the music on the playlist would probably make me need to take matters into my own hands in the absence of Edward and Rose, I decided to let it play, keeping the volume low as I retreated to my room to change into something more comfortable.
After stepping out of my dress slacks and button down, I pulled on a pair of terry cloth capris and a white tank top and returned to the kitchen.
Once there, I picked up the salmon fillet I’d purchased a few days ago and placed it on my cutting board, tossing the paper casing into the trashcan. I sprinkled it with salt and pepper and some olive oil and turned the stove on to let a skillet heat up.
While it sat there, marinating for a moment in the olive oil, I poured the appropriate measurements of rice and water into a cup and pot, respectively, and waited for the water to boil. As it did, I poured the rice in, removed it from the heat, and then placed my salmon fillet onto the heated pan and smiled as the hissing sound began - proof that the temperature was ideal. I loved being a good cook.
As the rice fluffed and the salmon cooked through, I walked into my pantry and kneeled down to choose a bottle of wine to open. “Hmm,” I said aloud. “Maybe…” I reached for a bottle of white, knowing it would probably play well off the taste of the fish, but quickly changed my mind. “Shiraz it is,” I mumbled to no one in particular. Who cared if my wine and meal matched? It was just me tonight.
I tried to mentally calculate the last time I’d made dinner for anyone. It had been quite a while. I uncorked the bottle and poured a glassful, glad there were still a few minutes before the food would be done, which would allow the wine some time to aerate.
“Electric Feel” was playing, and I was doing a little dance around my kitchen when the food finished. I plated it up and brought it to my chaise lounge, taking my glass of wine with me.
I placed my wine glass on the table near me, sat my plate down, and walked back to my room to retrieve the book I was reading. As quickly as I’d gone, I returned to my dinner - simple but classic - and sat down, letting my head loll over the edge of the cushion I leaned against. The plate was warm in my lap, and I picked up my fork from the center of the platter and began to slowly eat. It was scrumptious.
As I ate, “I Want You” played, and my mind returned to last Friday night.
I’d been lying on my back, enjoying the delectable weight of Edward on top of me. His body had been covered with a light sheen of sweat, and as he kissed my neck, nibbling and sucking, I’d turned my head to watch Rose. She was pleasuring herself, her beautiful blue eyes focused on my face, her lips parted just as mine were. I heard Edward’s breathing speed just before he thrust deeply into me with a grunt, and I smiled, turning my face back to his. We kissed, both passionate and slow, before he pushed away. As he left the bed, I rolled over and crawled toward Rosalie, lowering my head to replace her hand with my lips. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she directed me with vocal cues, the fingers of her other hand meeting my tongue as I lifted my eyes, watching her exquisite face in ecstasy.
I was so focused on her, caressing her with my tongue as she began to writhe in response to my touch, that I nearly jumped when I felt Edward’s warm palm caress my ass, his fingers gliding along my inner thigh. I moaned when he slid those fingers upward, moving them gently as they mimicked exactly what I was doing to Rosalie. The vibrations made Rose groan and slip a little further down the bed, her thighs pressing against my ears as I smiled.
His free hand rested against the small of my back, his thumb rubbing gently. I found my tongue following his rhythm, and when he sped up, I pulled away from Rose for a moment. “Fuck, Edward,” I gasped.
He just chuckled and continued his work. His other hand moved from my back as I watched him, going to his cock as he began to stroke himself slowly, his green eyes on mine. Rosalie’s nails lightly scratched my scalp as her hand tightened in my hair, and I felt the fingers of her other hand brush my cheek as she continued to gratify herself. I wanted to be the one to do that, so I turned my face back to her, my fingers joining hers as I tasted her once again. Her hand slipped away, going to my hair as well as her knees lifted from the bed and her thighs tightened against my cheek.
“Oh, Bella…” Her breathless exclamation was low, making me smile as her body stiffened with her orgasm. It was a surprise how quickly I’d grown used to it all – the feel of her on my tongue, the taste of her as she came, the smell of her arousal. Surprising, but even more surprising was the way I not only accepted it…I loved it.
As Rosalie began to relax, I turned again. Edward dropped his hand, a look of confusion on his face as I made it impossible for him to finish what he’d started. Any sign of protest from him faded away, though, when I moved to kneel on the floor and motioned him forward. He slid over, sitting on the edge of the bed as I settled with my shoulders between his thighs.
His left hand rested on the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, as his right caressed my jaw. “Fuck, Bella…you’re so beautiful…” His voice broke off with a hiss and his right hand fell back behind him to help support his weight as my lips surrounded the head of his cock.
I was idly worried that my jaw might be too tired after the long night and the pleasure I’d given Rosalie, but judging from Edward’s grunts and curses, I was more than up to the task. His fingers played with my hair, and I kept my eyes on him, watching as his eyes closed tightly just before he came. I pulled away, releasing him as I stroked him in the same rhythm, and his hand came forward, cupping around the head of his cock. I had no problem swallowing – and actually sort of wanted to, as I had so often tasted Rosalie – but for some reason, Edward would never finish that way. I’d asked him why, but he’d shrugged me off, saying he’d explain later.
As I was recalling our last time together, I finished eating, the playlist ended, and I smiled as I rinsed my dishes, placed them in the dishwasher, and corked the wine.
I yawned, exhaustion from the long day and my glass of wine making my eyes heavy as I walked to my bedroom and crawled beneath my covers. I lay on my bed, and anticipation for the next evening flowed over me. As I listened to my heart beating in my ears, I remembered that my phone had beeped while I was on the phone with Emmett, signifying that a text had arrived. I would check it in the morning…
For now…sweet dreams of my Edward and Rose, I thought, and sleep overwhelmed me.
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