My alarm buzzed and I heard Bella puttering in the bedroom.
I poked my head up. She was wearing a nude lacy bra and matching panties. My
dick sprang to life when I saw my beautiful wife’s body. I stealthily slipped
out of the bed and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Edward,” she giggled as
she melted against my bare chest. I moved her hair to the side and kissed her
neck. “Hmmm, feels good, angel. Nice nap?”
I nodded and kissed up to her ear, nibbling on the lobe. “Do
you know how sexy you are, Isabella?” I purred against her fragrant skin. “I
wake up from my nap to a vision of an angel…a goddess…in our bedroom.”
“Well, you’re a god,” she giggled. “But we’re late. No
nookie. Don’t pull the panty dropper smile, eye lash pout or the Cullen
hip-thrust/twirl combo to get me to buckle. We need to be at the ceremony site
in like an hour and I’m not even remotely ready. Plus I have to pump and too
much to do.”
“But Bella,” I whined, jutting out my lower lip and looking
at her through my lashes.
“What did I say? No eye lash pout,” she said sternly,
smacking my belly. “Shower, jerk off, shave and put on the suit that’s in the
bathroom.”
“Did you just tell me to jerk off?” I snorted.
“Yes, I did. I’m not blind or paralyzed. I feel the vestiges
party you’re having in your boxer briefs, Cullen,” she laughed as she palmed my
arousal. “Have fun. Say hi to Rosie Palmer for me.”
“You’re evil, Cullen,” I grumbled. I stomped to
the bathroom and stuck my tongue out at my wife before I closed the door. I
heard her maniacal laugh through the heavy door of the bathroom.
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