A Mother's Day would not be complete without a Marley's Mother update :D
Sorry for the delay. Real life sucks hard
Her eyes are wide with worry and her lips are swollen from my heated kisses.
"I'm sorry," I choke out, trying to pull away, but she holds me close.
"No, I didn't mean it like that. I want to... I just don't want to take my shirt off," she says to my chest. "My scars. I just– I'm not comfortable."
"You're beautiful," I whisper. "And in case you've forgotten, I've already seen them twice."
I should take her hesitance as a crutch to quit this, but she's still holding onto me and I'm enjoying being pressed up against her too much.
"It's not the same. You'll be up close and–"
I press a soft kiss against her trembling lip. "Those scars are just a reminder that you brought my daughter into this world and into my life. You're delusional if you think I'm going to be disgusted by something so beautiful."
Bella looks unconvinced, so I take matters into my own hands. Pulling back, I lift the edge of her tank top, revealing the angry red scar that run along the bottom of her abdomen. She shudders as I run my thumb across the puckered skin that served as a gateway to bring Marley into the world.
Her eyes clamp shut as I lower my head, but that's alright.
I press kisses from her belly button, along the seven-inch incision, and then back up. I wasn't there for Marley's birth; another thing adoptive parents are robbed of sometimes.
But this is as close as I'll ever get to that moment.
"You're beautiful," I whisper against the skin of Bella's soft belly. "This is beautiful."
A tear falls out of her clenched eyes and slides down the side of her face.
I push her shirt up revealing more scars. A knick here, a deep divot there. Bella's glass eyes open and she touches one along the side of her ribs.
"Chest tube… I had fluid in my lungs," she whispers. "The rest are from road rash and glass."
I nod and kiss each blemish with soft lips.
When her shirt is finally off and resting on the floor between the couch and coffee table, I lean back and study her. The swell of her breasts and the lack of bra does nothing to mar their beauty. She's breathing hard and they bounce with each breath she takes. I reach for one and then the other. My large hands cover them and Bella arches into my touch with a pleasurable sigh.
A kiss against each pebbled nipple, followed by a trail of wet caresses up her neck, until my mouth finds hers open and waiting. Our tongues glide across one another's languidly as my hands explore her top half. The fabric of her jean shorts dig into my stomach, an uncomfortable reminder that this is all real. We're here on my couch in my living room touching... kissing... loving.
We kiss until our lips are swollen and painfully red and then we kiss some more. One of Bella's hands grip the hair on the back of my neck and when I have to pull away for air, she doesn't let me go far. I unbutton her shorts and slide them down her legs to find a pair of little pink panties with stars that match her abandoned tank top.
For some reason this makes me chuckle and she glares.
"Cute," I say.
"Jerk," she huffs.
I cover her with my body and kiss the scowl from her lips. Her heat presses against my dick, reminding me that I'm still clothed from the waist down. I kiss her some more and press against her warmth in an effort to relieve the ache.
"Please," Bella whines as I suck on the skin behind her ear. "Please. Oh… please."
I smile against her and push the fabric of her soaked panties aside. She hisses as the cool air hits her wet heat.
"Don't beg, honey. It does not become you," I tease, and bite her top lip as my fingers slide into her quivering heat. She sucks my tongue into her mouth and bucks into my hand, as two fingers enter her easily, my thumb finding her clit swollen and throbbing.
It's my hair that she grips in her hands as I set a slow pace.
It's my lips that she cries against as I press against her most intimate nerve.
It's my name she calls when she comes undone around my fingers.
I watch Bella's chest rise and fall as I continue to work her, prolonging the pleasure I've given her. I've always enjoyed giving when it comes to sex, but watching her has made me impossibly harder and even needier.
When I pull away from her to undress, she lays boneless and splayed out on my couch with rosy cheeks and swollen, blood-filled lips. Bleary, lust-filled eyes follow my every move. It's not until my boxer briefs hit the floor, that she slides her panties off and flings them at my feet. Her arms open, silently calling to me and I can't cover her quick enough.
I cover her mouth with mine and lap at her lips, making her hum in pleasure. I'm too far gone to wait any longer.
With one hand, I find her and adjust myself until I'm right at her entrance. Bella's eyes meet mine and she gives me a quick nod before I enter her heat with a loud moan. Her eyes roll, a whimper passes through her lips and her head digs into the cushion underneath her.
My name leaves her lips almost silently as I move inside her.
Her nails scratch my back.
Her hips rise to meet my thrusts with vigor.
Her lips caress mine softly one second and then roughly the next.
Bella whispers my name into my ear and bites my ear lobe and it's all I can do to hold off. I wrap my arms around her back and hold her against me as our pace quickens. Her cries grow louder and more frequent.
"Edward. So. Close," she pants.
I nip at her lips and try to hold off for as long as I can. And then she flutters around me and convulses under me with a long moan and I fall over the edge right behind her.
Our movement slows, our kisses grow more languid until we're merely lying next to each other, skimming lips and caressing moist and heated skin with feather light touches.
"That was…" she trails off as I lap at her sweet lips. "Just…"
"Mmhmm," Bella hums, tiredly nodding against my chest. I pull the blanket she's been using for the past couple of days around us. Her legs tangle with mine and I rest my head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat slowly return to normal. She massaged my scalp and I start to slowly doze off.
Sleep finds us easily. It seems like hours later that I wake up alone and cold to the sounds of someone banging around my kitchen.
I find Bella leaning against the edge of the stove, stirring a pot of delicious smelling concoction and humming to herself. She's wearing the shirt she pulled off of me and her wild hair hangs loosely around her shoulders. Her legs look longer due to the shortcut of my shirt and I appreciate the fact that it comes to just below her delectable ass, revealing just enough to show that she's not wearing any panties.
"How about instead of staring at me like a creeper, you grab the loaf of French bread and slice some for us," she says without turning away from her pot. "Soup will be done in a few minutes."
"How'd you know I was here?" I ask, my voice gravelly with sleep.
I move towards her slowly and silently. Bella sighs when I wrap my arms around her and take the spoon from her hands. Surely the soup won't burn if it's not stirred constantly for a minute or two… or fifteen, if I have anything to say about it.
"I think I know why." I sway our bodies back and forth, pressing my growing erection into her backside.
"Do tell?" she asks.
"It's 'cause you're a mom. Eyes in the back of your head are part of the package."
Bella laughs softly and turns in my embrace. "Or it's because I've been able to feel your gaze since the day I met you. My skin gets all hot and vibrate-y when you're near me, but my heart pounds when you look at me. Especially when you think I don't notice."
"Vibrate-y? Is that a word you use in your blog?"
She laughs and kisses the cleft of my chin. "It's a Bella Swan original, thank you very much."
We eat soup right out of the pot and clean the living room of any evidence of our... activities. Bella tosses the bottle of her migraine medication into her bag and slides it under the coffee table.
"How's the head?" I ask, tossing the folded blanket onto the couch.
She looks confused for a second and smiles. "Completely gone."
Victoria is getting a motherfucking raise.