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Removed - Chapter 15
I can't help but smile when I think back on my courtship with Edward. The word "courtship" sounds so old-fashioned, I know, but that's really what it was. We took the time to get to know each other on a personal level way before things became physical. It may not have been the modern way of doing things, and it doesn't work for everyone—but it worked for us, and that's all that matters.
That's not to say it was easy for us, because it wasn't. We definitely had our fair share of hard moments—pun intended.
I'll never forget the first time I laid eyes on Edward. Alice and Jasper had been telling me about a friend of theirs they wanted to set me up with, but I kept turning them down. I really just wanted to focus on my practice and I was still a bit afraid to let my guard down after the way my marriage to Tyler ended. They were both so excited when they told me their friend had taken my business card from Jazz with the intentions of becoming my patient, even though I was leery. I take the act of getting inked seriously and I wasn't about to give him a chance until I could find out why he was having a tattoo removed in the first place.
I recognized his name on my list of patients for the day, but nothing could've prepared me for the vision waiting for me in exam room number four.
Gah! He was perfect! Tall and lean with piercing green eyes, and hair that begged to be pulled while between my legs. I should've won some kind of doctor-award for my bedside manner that day; I don't even know how I kept from ripping his shirt off completely so I could perform a thorough investigation of all of his ink, as well as his abs. I was beyond relieved to see that he did have more tattoos and that he was serious about what he put on his body. It would've been a major let-down to learn that his only tat was his obviously stupid ex-fiancée's name.
I could tell that he was truly over Victoria and wanted to move on with his life; my admiration for him only added to my attraction to him.
After that initial appointment, every time we saw each other—whether it was inside or out of my office—was the best kind of torture. Flirty words, brief touches, and wanting eyes—not to mention that fuckhot kiss in the cab—were difficult to ignore so I had to tell him that I liked him, but I couldn't date him while he was a patient. I also had to tell him about my dickhead ex to explain why following my office rules are so important to me. Part of me expected him to say "thanks, but no thanks" and be on his merry way after our talk, but he said he was willing to wait.
My body still flushes thinking about how he said the following two months would be foreplay for us.
Talk about torture!
I knew after our talk at the coffee shop that Edward Cullen was a special guy, but it was at the U-Dub homecoming football game that I knew he'd be the death of me.
The way he risked utter and complete humiliation, along with a possible ass-kicking, just to kiss me? Even after seeing him get pelted with buckets of popcorn for his horrible cheer in front of the student section, I was a goner—completely smitten and ready to jump his bones. Thankfully, by that time, we only had to wait a week before we could have our first official date—and, oh, what a date it was.
My body was a bizarre combination of nervousness and desire and I was sure I'd explode with one touch from Edward. I had nothing to worry about, though. After the delicious dinner he cooked for us, Edward made love to me in the most incredible ways that night.
Right on cue, my body breaks out in goosebumps at the memories of what he did to me and how he made me feel. That night proved to me that Edward and I were meant to be together. That was six months ago and we're still going strong. In fact, we just keep getting better.
The buzzing from my office intercom interrupts my trip down memory lane, but all is forgiven when my secretary, Lauren, tells me that Edward's waiting for me in the lobby.
He's so silly. Even though he's not my patient and we've been together for months, he still refuses to tarnish my reputation in any way. Every time he picks me up from work or visits me, he waits patiently in the lobby. There was that one exception, though, but it was after-hours and the office was completely locked up.
Yeah, we need to do that again. Soon.
I love Edward in a suit and I love him in sweats. I love him in work clothes and I love him in nothing at all. None of those compare to how much I love him in jeans and a t-shirt, though. Well, okay, it's a tie between naked Edward and casual Edward. This should tell you just how incredible he looks right now in his dark-wash jeans and gray tee.
The man takes my breath away.
"Hey, sexy man, are you ready for our date?" I ask, sliding my arm around his waist.
Edward wraps both his arms around me and turns around so that Lauren doesn't see him grab onto my ass. When I quirk my eyebrow at him, he laughs but doesn't move his hands.
"I'm more than ready. I've been planning this date for a long time."
"Well, then, let's go!" I grab his hand and pull him to the door, excited for our night out.
When we arrive at Inkubus, I'm surprised but not disappointed. Edward has been talking a lot lately about getting another tat and I'm always up for adding to my collection, too. I just didn't know we were getting inked tonight, so I'm kind of freaking out, trying to decide what to get and where to put it.
"Baby, you don't have to get anything, if you don't want. I didn't mean to put you on the spot."
"No, it's okay. It'll be fun to get something together; I just need to decide on what I want."
"Well, I already have my design picked out, so I'm going to head over to Sam's chair."
"Have fun!" I yell after him, turning to look at the various sketches hung on the walls of the lobby. I've been mulling over a couple of different tattoo ideas lately, but I want this one to be just for Edward—something for his eyes only.
An idea pops into my brain and I quickly grab a piece of paper from the nearby desk to jot it down. Paul starts laughing when I show him my sketch and he agrees that it's perfect before getting his station ready for me.
Because it's a small tattoo, it's not long before I'm bandaged up and waiting for Edward's ink to be completed. When he finally emerges from Sam's area, it's like his tat was colored in by adrenaline instead of ink. His eyes are dancing and he has a definite spring in his step.
I love him so much, it hurts.
We agree to show each other our new ink when we get to his house, after a stop at our favorite Chinese place for a celebratory meal. By the time we step into Edward's living room, we're both excited and horny and thankful that getting naked will allow us to see each other's tats, as well as getting some much needed action.
"You first," I say when we reach his bedroom.
"Okay." He pulls his shirt off and I can't help the gasp that leaves my mouth when I see that he has a bandage over his heart.
"Oh, shit, Edward, what did you do?" I'm not a superstitious person but I can't deny that this location makes me a bit nervous.
"Just take off the bandage and you'll see," is his only answer.
I carefully remove the tape from his skin, being as gentle as I can, before slowly peeling back the gauze. There, in a deep black ink, is a tribal tattoo of a swan. Thick lines move from around the bird and up until they attach to similar lines traveling over his shoulder to a tribal version of a lion. We're both represented on his body permanently and I don't even try to stop the tears from running down my cheeks.
"Baby, don't cry," he says as he pulls me into his arms. "I thought you'd like it."
"I love it! It's so beautiful, Edward. I'm just . . . I don't know what to say. It's amazing!" I pull his face to mine and kiss him for all I'm worth. He knows I love him, but I pour everything I have into this kiss, daring him to ever doubt me.
"I love you, Bella," he speaks into my mouth before kissing me back just as passionately.
When we finally part, I have to catch my breath before I can tell him to close his eyes. He does what I say and I make quick work of removing the gauze over my own tattoo.
"Okay, open your eyes!"
I watch as his eyes travel over my body, landing on the spot right above where my pubic hair would start—if I had any, that is. A huge grin breaks out on his face and he even giggles a little.
"Bella, honey, why did you get a power button tattoo?"
"Well . . . you know . . . you're a computer guy and you always turn me on. It was a no-brainer."
"That's the best fucking tat I've ever seen and I'm the luckiest son of a bitch there is!"
I laugh before kissing him. "I love you. Now, put that button to use!"
"Oh, I plan to, don't worry."
Edward lays flat on his back before beckoning me over with his finger. "Come here. I want you to sit on my face."
I crawl over him, swiping at one of his nipples with my tongue. "Which way shall I face?"
"Face the wall. You're going to need to hold onto the headboard for this."
Shit, is it possible to orgasm from words alone?
I always feel awkward when I straddle Edward's face, but all inhibitions are lost when he growls and begins lapping at my lips. Edward is a pussy-eating master in any position, but for some reason, when he eats me like this, it's even more intense.
His tongue pushes inside me at the exact time my eyes roll into the back of my head because he's just that damned good. While I ride his face, I start playing with my breasts, knowing how much he loves it. I love it, too. It feels fucking amazing. I see that he's watching so I suck my fingers into my mouth before using them to pull and pinch my nipples.
"You're so fucking sexy," he rasps.
Our eyes are locked on each other when I feel two of his fingers stretch me.
"Oh, God, yes," I moan. His tongue flicks my clit as his fingers fuck me, causing my thighs to tremble.
I grab onto the headboard, but I'm confused when his fingers leave me. Edward grabs onto my hips and pulls me onto his mouth, controlling my movements. All is forgiven when he moves me up and down on his tongue before rocking me back and forth for some more clit action. He repeats this cycle until I'm a quivering mess, moaning incoherently. When a lone finger gently pushes on my rear opening, my body reaches sensory overload and I come. Hard.
My body moves of its own accord as profanities fly out of my mouth. Edward continues eating me—claiming me—and I've barely recovered from my orgasm before I'm having another one.
Eventually, I have to pull away from him because I'm just too sensitive to touch and can't take any more stimulation for the time being. Edward gently holds me, rubbing my back until my body relaxes and my limbs feel like jelly.
"You're not gonna fall asleep on me, are you?" he ask, playfully.
"You'll get yours, don't worry. I just need to regain my strength." Laughing, I snuggle into him, just soaking him up.
What started as a routine appointment months ago has turned into the love of my life. All my previous fears and doubts are removed because of the man holding me—Edward Cullen.
I can't wait to see what our future holds but, for now, I only have one thing on my mind: making him scream out my name.
I slowly sit up, kissing my way down his muscular body. Eyeing my prize, I lick my lips before taking him into my mouth, and sliding him down my throat. Edward's hands find my hair as he groans out my name.
I could do this all night.
And, the great thing is that I can do it all night—every night. Our future is set—permanent—just like the ink covering our bodies.
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