A/N: Well, friends, this is it... I told you it would be short, and I'm sorry if anyone is disappointed it's over already. I've had a lot of fun reading & responding to your reviews, and I want to say with the utmost sincerity, THANK YOU! If you're a new reader, I hope you'll check out some of my other stuff. If you've been with me through other fics, you can an extra special snuggle from me. You're all so wonderful, and you keep me motivated to continue writing! Additional thanks go to my dear friends who pre-read/beta'd this for me. xoxo
"That's it from the truck. Anything left in your car?" I ask, stretching my arms behind me and pulling up on my T-shirt. It comes over my head with little struggle, and I use it to wipe the sweat from my face and neck.
"Nope, we got it all."
Bella approaches me with a glass of icy lemonade, but instead of handing it to me, she presses the cold glass to the middle of my chest, making me jump back as she laughs.
We had some help earlier in the day with the furniture, but the smaller boxes and miscellaneous items have all been on us. I'm grateful to have that part finished, even if it's going to take at least a week for Bella to get things unpacked and in order in her new apartment. She's here now, and that's the best part of all.
"I'm so burnt out," she sighs. "Can we just quit for today? All I want to do is get cleaned up and order takeout."
"Is the bed made?"
"As soon I brought in the sheets."
"Cable guy comes tomorrow, but the DVD player is hooked up."
"Beautiful. Let's go shower," I tell her.
She looks me up and down and bites her lip, hesitating. Damn, that gets me every time.
"There's just one thing I want to do first," she says, and I'm wonderfully surprised when she drops to her knees in front of me, her fingers working at the button of my shorts. "I figure an extra special thank you is in order."
My entire body is already radiating heat, but seeing Bella in front of me this way causes a new flush to sweep over me. Just the anticipation of what she's about to do is making me hard, and when my shorts drop and she skims a fingertip along my length, base to tip, my hips flex forward without thought. She teases, running just the pads of her fingertips over me again and again until my knees feel weak, and I know I can't just stand here in the middle of the room while she works me over. I back up until I hit something – a stack of boxes – then slide myself until I'm at the first wall I can lean into. It's an awkward and frantic shuffle, but I've managed to kick of my shorts along the way. Bella has followed, crawling on her knees and keeping a sexy, knowing smirk on her pretty lips.
There's something so erotic about being amongst the chaos and disorder of her new, unpacked apartment. More so, I'm unexpectedly turned on by being completely naked while she's still clothed in front of me. I'm tempted to ask her to take off her shirt, but I stop myself, enjoying the moment.
Her hands rest on my ankles once I'm still and stable, slowly sliding up my legs. She moves her face closer, making me think she's finally going for it, but she doesn't. Instead, her nose skims up my inner thigh, and I widen my stance a little. As she moves inward, her cheek brushes against my aching cock, and I'm surprised by how much I like that. A hot breath washes over the crease of my leg and I let out a loud moan. Watching her play this game, she's still grinning, and she moves to mirror her actions on the other side, her hands creeping higher all the while. They twist around, gripping the back of my legs and massaging gently.
"Fuck, Bella . . ." I breathe, unable to say much else. She moans softly in response, still nuzzling my skin and teasing me so badly. She lets her lips join into this little game, ghosting them over the same places and finally, finally, finally taking me in her hand and lightly resting her thumb right on the head of my cock.
She looks up at me, eyes big and bright, as she tips my cock up and presses her tongue to the very base, right where my balls meet my shaft. She swirls a bit, not too firm and not moving from that small space. My entire body shudders; I've never felt anything like it. She responds to that, opening her lips slightly lower, caressing a little more of my sac and torturing the highly sensitive area. I can hear myself making crazy noises and shivering, and her eyes are still locked with mine. Ever so slowly, her tongue moves back to the underside of my length, licking a narrow path all the way to my tip. With her lips less than an inch from me, she smiles widely, and I can't help myself – I lean down and pull her up slightly, kissing her roughly and tugging on her shirt. She lets me pull it over her head and reaches back to unhook her bra as well.
Her skin is smooth and hot and beautiful, just like the rest of her. I want so desperately to just pound her down into the floor and get some relief from this crazy state she's put me in, but I restrain myself to enjoy whatever else she has planned. Pushing me back, she kisses lightly down my stomach, holding her bare skin flush to mine. As she moves, my cock ends up nestled between her tits. This seems to have an effect on her because she presses harder into me, then suddenly drops back down and swallows me up in her wet, hot mouth.
I swear loudly, grasping at her shoulders, but after wetting me with her mouth for half a minute, she moves her mouth back to my stomach, trapping me between her breasts again. This time, my cock is slick and glides over her sweat dampened skin easily. She's licking and kissing all over my abs while she moves up and down against me. Taking her lead, I reach down and press her breasts together, creating an even tighter hold. My hips start to move in time with her, and I'm struck by how hot this all is. We've gotten to know each other quite well sexually, but this is something kinky and new. I momentarily wonder what put her into this mood, though it doesn't really matter what it was, as long as we can keep going.
I don't know what real pleasure Bella gets out of this, other than me holding her tits in place, but she's as into it as I am. When I angle my fingers around and pinch her nipples, she seems to crumble, moving back down and taking me in her mouth again. She's fast and frantic, sucking me hard and moaning her own enjoyment. Seeing her so unbridled becomes too much, and I know that it would feel amazing to come in her mouth, but I don't want that right now. I want her, all of her, around me, over me, under me, whatever. I just need to get inside and give her what I know will make her cry out in that addictive, sexy way she always does.
I push her off me, but she scrambles back, flicking her tongue over the head of my cock and almost making me lose my resolve.
"No," I practically growl. "Need to fuck you. Come on, baby."
She unwillingly relents, letting me pull her to her feet and immediately discarding her shorts. She's clawing at me, pulling me near, and I don't hesitate. With my hands on her waist, I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me. We kiss and kiss and cling to one another until I get us to the only place in the apartment that has any order to it – her bed. Tossing her down playfully, she crawls back and I spring at her, eclipsing her body with mine and pushing her legs open wider than she already had them. There's no softness or pause before I bury myself within her, and we both sound off our pleasure and relief. The second we take for adjustment is only momentary and I'm pounding, thrusting, giving, and taking all at once. Her face is screwed up in pleasure, and I wrap a hand around the back of her neck to keep her eyes trained on mine.
We're crazy together, complete reckless as the headboard smacks against the wall and the mattress shifts, bumping the bedside table. The noises, both loud and soft, keep me going. We mutter praise and affection to each other, but the words come without thought. I've never been in so deep with a woman, never wanted to have this feeling for always, but it's nothing I can stop. So we just keep going until Bella's leg is over my shoulder and she's making those extra high pitched sounds that I know mean she's done for, and then she arches her hips to give me an angle that squeezes too tight in the perfect way, and I collapse against her. We're a sweaty, exhausted, wonderfully sated pair, and my lips can't help but travel along her slick shoulder, up her neck, and to her mouth. Our kiss is tinged with the salt of our bodies, but neither of us seem to care.
"That was fucking amazing," she sighs, giggling lightly after.
"Hell yes," I agree, rolling to the side but keeping an arm draped over her chest.
We're both silent for a while, save our heavy breaths, but she eventually speaks again.
"New plan," she tells me. "No unpacking tonight, but I say we eat, do that again, then sleep until noon tomorrow."
"Only if I get a nooner," I tease, but Bella doesn't object.
Weeks later, Bella is constantly busy with her internship and graduate classes. Our schedules don't always coordinate, but we spend as much time together as we can manage, and I find that I wouldn't want it any other way. I was so afraid of this relationship when I woke up with her in my bed in Las Vegas, but life feels perfect now that I have her. It's like she was a missing piece, and she makes me so incredibly happy.
"What's the occasion?" she asks as I lead her to one of my favorite Italian restaurants in the city. This place is pretty high end, and I know she can tell as she looks around as we enter.
"You. You work so hard, and I want you to be able to relax and be spoiled for a night. I'm proud of you."
"I'm proud of you, too." She smiles. "I know it's not easy being the new guy at work, but it sounds like everyone really likes you already."
We share a bottle of wine and an appetizer, and after dinner we hold hands on top of the table. I fiddle with her ring as we talk, and it's not until I have it off her finger that she consciously realizes what I've done.
"Hey!" she protests, trying to snatch it back from me.
I play along, tucking it into my pocket, but when she demands that I give it back, I take something different out and place it on her finger.
"Holy . . . wow! Edward, what is this for?"
Her eyes are wide as she stares down at the new ring. It's white gold, not platinum because, let's face it, I just graduated from college, but I think it's nice nonetheless. There's a square diamond in the middle with two smaller diamonds on either side. It's not as large as I would have wanted, but Bella doesn't seem to mind that at all.
"I just wanted you to know that this is real for me. We've had all the steps in the wrong order, but with you is the only place I want to be, Bella. You deserved something better than that cheap little band."
"It's gorgeous, Edward!" she says, coming around the table to kiss me. "It's completely unnecessary, but I love it so much."
She asks me to take her home after that, and a little while later, she asks me for the other ring back so she can wear it on her right hand. She's sentimental and sweet, and I can't believe she's really mine.
I make love to her slowly on her bed in the apartment we've managed to christen so thoroughly, and afterward she lies in my arms, tracing my abs with her fingertips. She rolls over, propping herself on her elbows and looking me in the eyes.
"I'd like you to move in," she says softly, and I'm honestly a little surprised. Despite our hasty beginning, I never expected this. Not yet, at least. With Bella just starting her Masters studies, I didn't think she'd want the distraction.
"This isn't just because of the ring, is it?"
"No, it's not just because of the ring, though it's wonderful. I've been thinking about it lately, and I realized that I've really fallen in love with you. Even if you're not ready to say it yet, I can see it in you too, and I know you wouldn't have done something like this if you didn't.
"What we have is special, even if it started with such crazy circumstances. So let's really do it. Let's have the relationship and the life together and the marriage. It's where we're supposed to be."
She's right about all of it, and I have to concede to the truths she spoke. I tell her so, then back up all my words with just as many kisses, and in the morning, she gives me a key.
Who would have ever thought a last minute trip to Vegas with some friends would get me here? But it did, and I'm thankful for that. I may not have won any money on that weekend away, but I definitely hit the jackpot.