AN: These two are finally on the same page. It's Christmas Day evening and they are alone. I wonder what they'll get up to?
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Deceit and Destiny Chapter 58
My heart fluttered in my chest as Edward and I left Mom and Dad's house. We'd been alone before, but not since we'd become so close, and I hoped—no wanted—for us to move forward.
Neither of us spoke during the trip home, while the car filled with the soft sounds of classical music.
Pulling the car into the driveway, Edward switched off the engine, leaving us in silence apart from the ticking of the cooling engine.
"Shall . . ." I cleared my throat, suddenly a little nervous. "Shall we go in?"
Edward turned in his seat, smiling at me. He leaned over the center console, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss.
"Stay right there. I'll help you inside," he said with a wink.
Edward climbed out of the car, coming around to open my door, reaching across me to release my seat belt. Slipping one arm around my waist and the other underneath my legs, he lifted me with ease. I inhaled his scent, giving into the impulse to breathe him in at the point where his skin met the collar of his shirt.
With my head on his shoulder, Edward carried me through the almost dark house, the only light being that from the Christmas tree in the living room.
"I can walk up the stairs by myself," I offered as he approached them.
"Shhh, sweetheart. Let me do this . . . please."
He gave me that crooked smile, and as always, there was something about it that caused my heart to skip a beat. He continued upstairs and into my dark bedroom, where he lowered my feet to the floor but didn't let me go.
The sky outside was clear, with moonlight streaming across the bed, silhouetting Edward's face. His eyes reflected the lust I was feeling right now.
I stood on tiptoe, slipping my arms around his neck and pulling his face down to mine. This kiss was different, full of pent-up desire and want.
Tangling his fingers in my hair, he pulled my body toward him, angling my head. He tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth, the sharp sting sending a zing of desire from the top of my head, down to my toes. Deepening the kiss, his tongue invaded my mouth, almost bruising my lips with the force of his desire.
The need to breathe became secondary to the feel of his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth, but inevitably, I had to pull away. I leaned my head back to take a breath, his lips traveling from the corner of my mouth and along the edge of my jaw, his hot breath tickling my neck. His teeth nipped at my ear lobe, sending shivers down my body.
"Are you sure?" he whispered.
"I want you," I replied without hesitation and bolstered with confidence. "Right. Now."
Letting my hands slip from around his neck to his waist, I pulled his sweater away from his body and untucked his shirt from his pants along the way. The skin on his back was warm to the touch, but soft and covered with firm muscles that quivered under my hands.
I whimpered as he pulled away, the gap between us filling with cool air. He kept his eyes trained on mine as he pulled his sweater off over his head, his fingers immediately starting to unbutton his shirt.
A narrow strip of skin was revealed where the fabric parted. Lifting my hand, I trailed my fingers across his collarbones from right to left, smoothing my palm over his pebbled nipple before resting it over his heart.
I could feel its beat as it synchronized with mine.
"I love you," I said, pulling a smile from him.
"And I, you, my love."
My hand continued down his chest to brush over the trail of hair below his navel. He breathed in sharply as my hand brushed across the front of his pants, and a soft groan rumbled through his chest, the muscles above the waistband contracting.
A hand cupped the back of my neck and another slid around my waist, pulling me as tightly against his body as was possible with my belly in the way.
Again his lips descended on mine, stealing my breath, his tongue tangling with mine almost ferociously. My eyes drifted closed as he withdrew, only to nip at my top then my bottom lip, returning his tongue to my mouth for another taste.
My eyes slowly opened as his lips parted company with mine, and I drew in a shaky breath.
The heat in his eyes mirrored the heat running through my body, my voice as shaky as my knees, as I turned in his arms with my back to him.
"Can you help me with my zipper, please?"
Brushing my hair to one side, he kissed from my neck along my spine to the top edge of my dress, his breath cool against my damp skin. His fingers fumbled with the pull on the zipper fastener for a second, then the cool air of the room touched my skin as he slid it down.
His warm, soft hands pushed the material apart before smoothing over the skin on my shoulders and pushing off the dress. I leaned against him, the heat of his body branding me, and I arched my back, inviting his touch.
His hands slid around me to cup my breasts over my satin and lace bra. Gently, he pulled down the cups, his palms caressing my hardening nipples.
"Oh," I breathed, a flash of heat rushing over my skin.
The combination of his teeth nipping at the juncture between my shoulder and my neck and his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing back and forth over my nipples, raised goosebumps along my arms and legs.
I shuddered and turned to take his hands, leading him to the bed. Kicking off my shoes, I turned and sat on the edge, then hooked my fingers in the waistband of his pants to tug him forward until he was standing between my knees. The backs of my fingers brushed against the front of his pants as I unbuckled his belt, his cock twitching under the material. I slid the piece of soft leather through the loops and dropped it to the floor.
With his hands running through my hair, I looked up at him, licking my lips, remembering how much I liked sucking his cock. Taking my eyes from his for only a moment, I unfastened the button and dragged down the zipper. My fingers traced the outline of his shaft under the material of his boxers, then tugged them and his pants down, letting them drop, releasing his cock.
"Mmmm," I hummed as my mouth watered with anticipation. Leaning forward, I used my tongue to lick the precum from the slit, then traced his length from the base back to the tip. Swirling my tongue around the head, I sucked him deep into my mouth until he touched the back of my throat.
"Ah, Bella . . . fuck," he groaned, gripping my head lightly.
Hearing him curse excited me, and I redoubled my efforts as he pushed his hips forward and slid into my waiting mouth again. As if unable to help himself, he thrust a few more times before pulling out.
"So good, so fucking good. Fuck, you're going to make come if you keep that up," he said breathlessly.
"That was the idea." I grinned at him, licking my lips.
"There's plenty of time for that," he assured as his eyes roamed my body. "But I want to taste you, then fuck you."
A frisson of excitement made my skin tingle in anticipation as I watched him undress.
Toeing off his shoes, he pushed his pants and boxers down the rest of the way, ready to climb onto the bed.
I took in the sight of his cock proudly jutting out from his body, and it twitched under my hungry gaze. Biting my lip, I waited in greedy expectation.
"Move back, Bella." His usually smooth voice, made gravelly with desire, commanded me.
I shuffled farther onto the bed until my head rested on the pillows. He followed me, lying beside me propped up on one elbow, his mouth descending on mine again, kissing me senseless until my head swam.
When he released my lips, allowing me to draw in a breath, he slid his arm around my back, undoing my bra, then drew the straps down my arms and discarded it on the floor. Softly, he teased my nipple with his thumb, then lowered his head, taking the other one into his mouth.
"So beautiful," he murmured, almost under his breath.
My nipples were more sensitive now, and the feel of his mouth around the hard bud drew a moan from deep inside me. I arched my back, stretching my hands above my head to grasp the bars on the brass headboard, shivering with pleasure.
"Ah . . . more," I cried out, my head dropping back onto the pillow and my eyes closing.
Cool air blew across my wet flesh as Edward switched sides before his mouth engulfed me once again. While his thumbs continued their tortuous movements, I writhed against him, lifting my hips as my clit throbbed for more.
I opened my eyes when I felt him pull back, and the bed dipped as he kneeled between my legs. His hands trailed from ankle to thigh, paying special attention to the sensitive spot behind my knees and leaving goosebumps in their wake. My legs parted wider, wanting to feel his mouth on me. He dropped his head until his nose was against the damp center of my panties, his hot breath wafting across the fabric.
Trembling in anticipation, my eyes closed at the warmth of his mouth enveloping my still-covered clit, sucking it and the wet fabric into his mouth.
"Oh, God," I moaned.
"These need to come off, sweetheart," he said as his fingers slipped into each side of my panties.
I lifted my legs, and he pulled my panties up and off over my feet, tossing them somewhere behind him. His hands skimmed softly up my legs and his thumbs grazed over the skin of my inner thighs. As he caressed the sensitive flesh, I flexed my hips up in invitation before a single finger glided through the slick wet heat. My inner muscles clenched, needing more of everything.
Edward pressed his hands against my thighs, and I watched breathlessly as he lowered his head. My back bowed off the bed as his tongue traced the same path as his finger, and I let out a strangled cry when the flat of his tongue swept over my clit, swirling and flicking from side to side.
My hands flew to his hair, anchoring his mouth to me as he sucked and licked my clit, dipping his tongue inside me. I couldn't get enough, and rocked shamelessly against his mouth.
In less than a minute, my trembling legs clamped around his ears, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train, with every muscle clenching in shuddering pleasure. Heat followed goosebumps radiating outwards, my fingers tightening in his hair and my toes curling.
My ears rang, and I clenched my eyes shut so tightly I could see flashes of light.
I could hear the grin in Edward's voice as I gasped for breath. After blowing it out, I opened my eyes to see his face hovering above me, his eyes twinkling proudly in the moonlight coming through the window.
"Hi," I said, drawing my lower lip between my teeth, a stupid grin on my face.
Edward laughed and kissed me, then flopped down beside me. I turned on my side, my hand settling on his still hard cock. Gripping the hard flesh, I slid my hand up and over the tip, collecting the moisture gathered there for lubrication. Repeating the action, I pumped his cock until a deep groan issued from his throat, his hips jerking up to meet my hand.
"I want to feel you inside me."
Edward's voice was rough with desire as he reached for me, gripping my hips as I got to my knees and straddled him. I lifted up, positioning my body over his cock, and slowly sank down on him, feeling the slight burn as he stretched and filled me. I rocked my hips, and a jolt of pleasure raced along my nerves.
"Oh, God." I braced my hands against his chest to steady myself.
Lifting my hips again, I lowered myself back down onto his cock. When I could feel my skin flush against his, my breath caught in my throat. My fingers and toes tingled and my limbs vibrated with the intensity, and my eyes drifted closed as I remained still for a few moments.
"Are you okay, Bella? We can stop."
His voice was strained as he held still, allowing me to adjust to the intrusion. I opened my eyes, taking in his lust-filled gaze.
"I'll be fine. I just need a minute to get comfortable. It's been . . ." I smiled, knowing the last time I had sex we created this life growing inside of me. "A while."
As if he could read my thoughts, Edward's smile soon matched mine. "Whenever you're ready."
Edward's hands rested at my waist, and I rotated my hips tentatively, brushing my clit against him, a building spark of ecstasy pulsing across my skin with each touch.
"Bella." My name fell from his lips, and he gazed at me with lustful eyes. "Yes . . . fuck."
He sat up, his mouth searching and finding my nipple, tugging with his lips and teeth. I arched against him. Holding onto his shoulders with trembling arms, I rocked my hips back and forth, his cock finding and hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars.
"Oh . . . oh, Edward," I groaned.
He switched to my other nipple, one hand flat against my back and holding me in place, while the other one cupped my breast, his thumb and finger gently rubbing and pinching at the hardening bud.
With the touch of his hands and mouth on my nipples, I could feel the coil in my belly tighten as my orgasm approached.
Cool air flowed over my nipple as Edward let it go with a wet pop. He looked at me, his eyes wild with lust, and his face flushed with desire.
"Fuck, Bella, I'm going to come. Tell me you're close."
"Yes," I hissed. Sliding my hand down between our bodies, I rubbed tight circles around my engorged clit.
With my determined movements, Edward grunted, the sound reverberating through me as he helped to push and pull my hips from his. Gripping my waist tightly, he chased his orgasm, stiffening as it crashed over him. Watching him come triggered my own.
"Yes, yes, yes . . . ahhh."
I dropped my head back, crying out as an intense rush of euphoria spread throughout my body, my inner muscles clenching. The tight coil inside me burst into sparks of pleasure which fizzed and bubbled in my veins, and my clit pulsed under my fingers.
We were both still for a moment then, trembling. I laid my head on his shoulder, my heart thundering in my chest. I could clearly see the pulse in his neck matching mine. My eyelids refused to stay open as I floated and allowed my breathing to slow. I felt Edward move, and opened my eyes to find him gazing at me.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded, then cupped his jaw, drawing his face toward me as our lips met in a tender kiss.
"It was wonderful, and even better than I remember."
That was true, although I was sure that since I hadn't had sex in a while, I might be a little sore in the morning, but it was so worth it. We remained in each other's arms until his cock softened and slid out of me, then took turns in the bathroom cleaning up.
"Are you hungry?" I asked as Edward came out of the bathroom, switching off the light. "There's a little cherry pie left if you'd like some."
He was about to answer me when his stomach growled.
I giggled. "I'll take that as a yes."
"I can always eat pie," he said, leaning down and kissing me. "Want to share a piece?"
"Hmm . . . will it have ice cream? I believe there's some in the freezer."
"That can be arranged. Get comfortable, and I'll be back in a few minutes."
He pulled on his boxers and disappeared downstairs. While he was gone, I slipped into a pair of clean panties and grabbed his shirt from the floor, settling back into bed, leaning against the headboard.
True to his word, Edward was back in a few minutes with a piece of cherry pie, ice cream, and a single spoon. As he fed us bites, I took the opportunity to suggest an idea I hoped he would accept.
"So, I was thinking," I started.
"Yeah?" With a nod, he encouraged me to continue.
"What if . . . I cleared out a drawer or two in case you wanted to leave a few things here. We're spending most nights together, and it would be easier on you. Then, you won't have to keep packing a bag when you stay over," I asked hopefully.
When he didn't answer immediately and focused on gathering the next bite on the spoon, I was filled with dread that he didn't like the idea and began to backpedal. "If you think it's too soon, I understand."
His eyes found mine as he lifted the spoon to my lips, that crooked grin returning to his. "A drawer?"
I nodded, opened my mouth, and accepted another delicious bite.
Debating my offer for a moment, his grin widened before finally giving me his answer. "I'll take it."
"Yes." He sealed the deal with a kiss to my lips.
I shrieked with excitement at his acceptance and we shared the rest of the pie, then slid down in the bed, pulling up the comforter. He lifted his arm, and I snuggled into his side, the way I remembered doing all those months ago. It was a feeling I wanted to repeat . . . indefinitely.
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I roused from sleep slowly, feeling Edward's body behind me, enveloping me in his warmth. I stretched and relished in the faint soreness of muscles well used, reminding me how concerned he'd been, letting me lead our time together the previous night.
Lifting my head, I picked up my phone and checked the time, and seeing that it was just after eight, burrowed back down under the comforter. Edward's arm tightened around me, his warm breath ghosting across the back of my neck.
I tried to relax and fall back to sleep, but the need to use the bathroom was too insistent. I managed to wriggle out from underneath Edward's grip with just a little grumble from him, and I giggled at how much like Connor he sounded.
With my bladder satisfied, I brushed my teeth then climbed back into bed.
"Where did you go?" he asked. "I missed you."
"Only the bathroom."
He opened his eyes, then leaned in to give me a closed-mouth kiss. "Hmm . . . minty breath," he said, tugging me as close as possible given there was an almost twenty-eight week bump between us. "More sleep," he mumbled, as his eyes drifted closed again and his breathing evened out.
I was used to getting up early with Connor, so I found myself unable to drift back to sleep, especially now I'd been up and out of bed. Edward seemed only too happy to snuggle down and sleep for a little longer.
Turning to face the window, I settled back into his embrace, one arm around my shoulders and my back to his chest. His other arm slipped under mine, stopping for a few seconds on my stomach to caress our bump, and received a light kick in response before cupping my breast.
Although Edward might not have been fully awake, a part of his anatomy was up and ready to go. Teasingly, I wriggled back against him, pushing my ass into the rapidly growing bulge. His hand tightened a fraction around me, and he growled, the sound reverating through me.
He flexed his hips, pushing his covered cock against me. "Hmm . . . how are you feeling this morning?" His voice was low, rough and gravelly. "I can't get enough of you."
"I want you, too, but it's been a while since we were together, and I'm a little sore," I replied.
"Well, how about I make you breakfast in bed, then we can take a bath. We can spend the rest of the day relaxing on the sofa. How does that sound?"
I turned on my back to look at him. I traced the side of his face with my hand, then rubbed my thumb across his bottom lip.
"You're pretty special, Edward Cullen." I leaned in and kissed him. "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart, and you're so special to me, Bella Swan."
We cuddled together until my stomach growled, followed by his. I suppressed a smile, but laughed out loud as he raised his eyebrows at me. Something about being with Edward made me want to act like a girl instead of a woman with a five-year-old and another baby on the way.
"Let's make breakfast together," I said. "I want to be with you for every minute of today."
Edward hugged me, and agreed, so we made our way downstairs and worked together to make scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, sitting side-by-side at the kitchen table.
Later, after we'd taken a leisurely bath, we dressed for comfort and settled on the sofa. Lying with my back to his chest, we watched cheesy movies on one of those all-day Christmas movie channels.
"Have you heard anything more from Jacob?" Edward asked between movies.
I turned to face him. "Still nothing," I answered. "I'm beginning to think he really doesn't want to have anything to do with his own son. Even the Christmas present was sent by Embry. It's probably too early, but given how disinterested he's been throughout Connor's life, I've been thinking about beginning the process of applying to terminate his parental rights."
"That's a big step, sweetheart. Do you think it's something Jake might want? What about Connor? I know he's said he doesn't think Jake loves him, but that might not be what he really feels inside."
"I know. I'm prepared to give Jake more time to get settled in his new life, but he has to make some efforts to keep a relationship with Connor. It's the responsibility of the parent, not the child, to keep the connection going. I can't imagine what's going through Jake's head, but I'm not surprised."
"If he does give up his rights, won't that affect your income? Will you be okay?"
"Yes, it will if Jake decides he doesn't want to be involved, but I'll manage. He's already missed one child support payment and there's another due in two weeks. I left him a voicemail and sent a text." I shook my head and sighed. "He hasn't answered or called yet."
"Whatever you decide, I'll be here for you and Connor in any way you need," Edward assured me. "I love you both."
Edward's support meant everything to me, and although I knew he meant more than emotional support, I'd accept his financial support for our daughter, but Connor was my responsibility. I couldn't allow him to do anything more.
I sighed, thoughts of the future invading my mind, the biggest of which was the looming house sale. I'd managed to put it out of my head for the past week, but it was only a matter of time before Jake would be back to badgering me to push the sale forward.
"There is something you could help me with if you have any spare time," I said.
"Anything, Bella," he answered, pulling me closer and tucking my head under his chin.
"When I speak to Jake, he's definitely going to have something to say about the house, and I have to admit that I've been putting the whole thing off. I have to face it sooner or later, so I was thinking I should paint Connor's room, my bedroom, and the living room. Would you be able to spare a few hours?"
"Of course," he agreed immediately. "I'm on nights for the next couple of weeks, so I can come over late afternoon after I've gotten a few hours of sleep."
"Thank you, Edward. That means a lot to me."
He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. "Talking about going back to work, I have to be at the hospital at six Sunday evening, and I work until six Monday morning. What about you?"
"I'm back at the office on Monday morning, although I do have my prenatal appointment mid-morning. Didi was fine with me having the whole week off, but I want to save as many of my personal and vacation days as I can so I can stay at home with the baby for as long as possible."
"I've asked at the hospital, and by the time she gets here, I'll have accrued some time off, too. Dad and Esme have invited us to come to their house for lunch tomorrow, so they can give you and Connor your gifts. If it's okay, we could pick up Connor from your parents' house before we go, then the three of us could spend a couple of hours together before my shift starts."
"I'd love that, Edward. We haven't seen them since Thanksgiving, and I'm already looking forward to it, and I know Connor will love us to pick him up together. Will Rose and Emmett be there?"
"I don't know about Emmett, but Rose might be if the store isn't open. If not, Esme always has a get together on New Year's Eve, and they'll probably both be there."
The rest of the afternoon was spent cuddled up on the sofa, eating popcorn and other unhealthy snacks, and binge-watching Friends and a couple of the Die Hard movies.
After defrosting and heating a pan of lasagna, Edward put a salad together and we ate in front of the television, before cleaning up and making our way to bed early.
I stretched, yawned, and snuggled back into his arms after we'd changed for bed.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice full of desire, but laced with concern for my well-being.
"I'm feeling amazing, thanks to you," I answered.
"Amazing enough for more?" he whispered against my ear.
I shivered as he leaned up on his elbow, sliding his hand down over my stomach and under the waistband of my panties. Turning my head, I sought his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. I gasped as his fingers found my clit, rubbing it in light circles before slipping one finger, then a second inside me.
Withdrawing his now wet fingers, he swirled them around my clit. I covered his hand with mine, pushing his fingers inside me again, deeper, my body jerking as they brushed against a spot inside me.
"Yesss! Oh . . . that feels so good," I moaned.
He sped up his movements, his thumb flicking my clit and his fingers driving me higher. The coil in my belly tightened, and my hips rolled against his hand. I could already feel my inner muscles clenching and heat rushed over my skin, followed by an orgasmic burst of pleasure.
His fingers slowed as he drew out my orgasm, leaving me a tingling mess, hugging me close until my body calmed.
"I need to be inside you, sweetheart." Edward's voice in my ear was thick with need as he pressed his cock against me.
Helping remove my panties, Edward stripped out of his boxers. Shifting his body close behind me, he lifted my leg over his thigh, and wasting no time, surged forward until his full length was seated inside me.
He stilled for a minute. "Fuck, Bella. I can feel you gripping me; you feel so good."
Pulling out until just the tip of his cock was inside me, he thrust again. Loving the feel of his cock stretching me, I pushed back against him, encouraging him to move faster, moaning when he did it again.
Despite the faint residual soreness from last night, it felt too good to stop, and still sensitive from my orgasm, I gasped as my muscles tensed.
"Jesus, Edward. So good. Oh, God."
Heat radiated through my body as Edward's hand moved to grip my thigh, his arm over my shoulder tightening and holding me against his chest.
I could feel his hot breath on my shoulder, his lips trailing hot passionate kisses on my skin. His thrusts became more erratic as he chased his orgasm while mine spiked and rolled through me like riding a tsunami of white-hot pleasure coursing through me.
I cried out, clenching around him. "Ahh, fuck, don't stop."
His growl reverberated through me as his body tensed, his teeth nipping at the skin of my shoulder, and his cock pulsed inside me as he came.
His breathless, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," from behind me as his arms tightened around me sent aftershocks through me, my body trembling.
I turned to face him as his cock slipped out of me, and he pulled me into his arms, his lips lightly caressing mine.
"I'm glad we found each other again, Edward. I love you."
"Oh, sweetheart, I love you, too, so much. I'm positive we would've eventually found our way back to each other. I'm just glad fate had a hand in bringing us back together sooner rather than later."
Wrapped in his arms, I felt safe and cherished. Connor and I were in good hands, and we had a bright future to look forward to with Edward firmly in it.
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