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Epilogue/Futuretake - Mr. President
Scanning the spacious room full of our classmates, I spot her talking to Angela. They're excited about something, laughing and gesturing.
I crave Bella's smiles and laughter.
They're the best things.
Her elegant neck is exposed with her hair swept up in some kind of hairstyle I don't know the name of. She probably told me, but I don't remember.
She even has a fancy black headband on, and she looks incredible.
Her floor-length, black dress hugs every gorgeous curve of her body, and I'm mesmerized by every shift of her hips, every touch of her hand to her own skin.
Someone spiked the punch, and her cheeks are pink, and I can't believe how lucky I am that she's mine.
The more I watch her, the more my need to touch her overwhelms me.
I stand from our table but don't get far before someone is in my face, talking to me.
Popularity has its drawbacks.
I don't blow anyone off, but my eyes constantly drift to her.
When I finally reach Bella, I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss the back of her neck, and she giggles.
"Sorry, Ang, but I think I need to steal her for a dance."
Angela just laughs and walks off to find Ben. She's used to the Edward-Bella bubble, as she's always called it.
Threading our fingers together, I lead Bella out to the dance floor and pull her in close.
There's not an inch of space between us, and no one else exists as we move to the music together.
"I love you," I whisper into her ear as my hands glide down the expanse of skin exposed by the low back of her dress.
"I love you too. So much." She kisses her favorite spot on my jaw. "This turned out so great," she murmurs. "Mr. President."
I chuckle and squeeze her tighter, rubbing my erection against her a little so she'll know exactly what hearing her call me that does to me.
Instead of the gentle reprimand I expect, she releases a quiet moan by my ear and presses into me even more.
She's definitely had some punch.
A few more minutes of us rubbing against each other has me about ready to combust, so I pull a giggling Bella off the dance floor.
As we near the doors leading out into the hall, she tugs on my hand. "We can't leave yet," she whisper-laughs. "It's not even close to being over."
"Like hell we can't. I'm the president; I'm making an executive decision. And I say it's time for us to go."
Lust clouds her eyes, and her lips part just before she licks them. "Well, when you put it that way..."
I waggle my eyebrows at her and pull her toward the elevator.
When we reach the hotel room we rented for tonight, we're all tangled limbs and locked lips.
"As much as I fucking love this dress, I want it off. Now, please."
"Yes, Mr. President."
"God," I groan. "You're killing me, woman."
Bella pulls away and turns around for me to unzip her. The beaded dress falls to the floor, and she's left in nothing but a small pair of black panties.
"Fuck. Me," I say without my brain's permission.
"That's the idea," she purrs, stepping up to start ridding me of my tux.
Her hands go inside my jacket and push it off my shoulders and down my arms. She holds my eyes with hers as she unbuttons my shirt and pushes that off as well.
I quickly toe off my shoes and pull my socks off with my feet.
Bella's lips touch my chest and abs several times as she drops to her knees and opens my pants. Her fingers curl under the waistband of my boxer-briefs, and with one firm tug, I stand before her completely naked.
Her hands grasp my hips, and she levels me with a dark, lustful look.
"Why, Madam Vice President...whatever are you going to do to me?"
She smirks just before grasping the base of my dick and sucking the head into her mouth.
"Oh, shit," I whisper as my hands reflexively move to the back of her head. I'm not used to her hair being up, so I start removing pins and whatever else is stopping me from getting a good grip.
She moans around me once both of my hands sink into her hair. I don't push, though, no matter how much I might want to.
My hands grab onto thick pieces of her hair, eliciting another moan from her and a whispered 'fuck' from me at the vibrations it causes.
Bella's hot mouth on me feels so fucking good. She sucks and sucks and sucks some more until I'm all but convulsing and struggling to stay upright. One of her hands comes up to roll my balls, and then she presses a finger just behind them, and I'm done for.
I release stream after stream down her throat, and my knees just about give out on me right then.
Bella looks up at me from her position on the floor, and I stroke her jaw.
"Fuck, baby," I whisper to her. "Always so good."
She gives me a soft smile, and I grasp her hand, helping her up and guiding her to the bed. She lies against the pillows, and I drag her panties down her legs with no hesitation.
My fingers dip into where she's already slick and ready for me, and my cock jumps to life again.
Sucking me off has always turned her on, which fucking turns me on.
As much as I want to return the favor and taste her, I don't think I can wait.
"Baby," I mumble against the skin of her hip.
"Hmm?" Her fingers thread through my hair.
"I need to fuck you."
Her hips lift toward me as she moans out a 'please', and I stretch my entire body out on top of hers, linking our hands and pinning hers to the mattress and kissing her senseless.
"Please," she breathes out again when I release her lips. "Edward..."
Bella tries to pull me back down as I lift off her, but I shake my head at her. "Flip over, baby. I need to see that ass."
A sly smile graces her lips, and she complies, wiggling her luscious ass at me once she's on all fours.
I give a satisfied grunt as I squeeze both cheeks with my hands, digging my fingers in a little.
She says she's chubby, but goddamn. I will never get enough of this body.
Sliding into her heat is still the most amazing feeling in the world, and I groan when my hips are flush with her ass and she squeezes around me.
Gripping her hips, I set a hard and fast rhythm. I can't hold back. This position brings out every primal urge I have to just claim her.
Bella lets her face fall to the mattress and stretches her arms out above her head, pushing her ass back into me. I spread her cheeks with my thumbs and watch her wet pussy stretch around my cock and take me in again and again.
Her walls constrict and release me continuously now.
She wants to come.
I'm getting close too, so when I feel it build to a fever pitch, I bring one hand down hard on her ass, the smack echoing off the walls, and she fucking explodes with a muffled scream into the mattress.
My thrusts turn choppy as I empty into her, and she hums and stretches as she rides out the last of her aftershocks.
Collapsing next to her, I brush some hair out of her eyes, taking in the blissful look on her face, and I smile, knowing I helped put it there.
~*~H & H~*~
I wake a couple of hours later to find Bella straddling my hips and sinking down on me. She grins at me when she sees I'm awake, and I run my hands up and down her thighs while she takes her pleasure from me.
We make love, and we fuck as many times as we're physically able to throughout the night and morning. It's so rare for us to get this much time alone together, so we take full advantage.
The white sheet is tangled around her body, but one shoulder is exposed, and I run my fingertip along it, connecting the few light freckles she has there.
"God, can you believe it's been ten years?" she asks sleepily.
"No," I chuckle. "I really can't. Seems like yesterday we were here for prom." I lean in and kiss her shoulder.
"That night was pretty epic, but I think we topped it."
"In more ways than one," I reply with a wink.
Bella stretches and groans and yawns, and I'm more in love with her today than I was even yesterday, let alone a decade ago.
"We should call your mom," she says.
"I'm sure the kids are fine. They have a blast over there."
"I know." She glances at her phone. "But they're my babies," she replies with a shrug.
I smile and lean in for a peck before getting up for a much-needed shower.
"You coming, sweet cheeks?" I ask her from the doorway of the bathroom.
Bella raises her eyebrows. "Again?"
"Fuck, yes. Get that sexy ass in here."
"You going for baby number three there, Daddy?" she asks with a smirk.
"Hmmm. Maybe," I reply with a big grin.
Bella giggles and reaches for her phone. "Be there in two minutes, Mr. President."
I palm my dick at her words. Even after all these years, that still gets me going. I couldn't even explain why if I tried.
It's probably just because it's coming from her.
~*~H & H~*~
We never did figure out what happened to the note she left for me that fateful night so many years ago. I scoured my room for it, but it was nowhere to be found.
We've theorized and come up with some rather disturbing scenarios that I'd rather just not even think about.
I got the girl. That's all that matters.
I'm a happy man.
Bella tried to break up with me once, when we were in college, but I wouldn't let her. She wanted me to experience other people and make sure that she was who I wanted. But what she failed to understand was that I never had, and never would, want anyone else the way I wanted her.
She's it for me.
From headband to toe.
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