Memorial Day was this weekend.
And with that, we were having a long-awaited housewarming party at our new home.
Mrs. Cope was working with my fiancée to make appetizers, side dishes and
marinating steaks, chicken along with preparing hamburgers, brats and hot dogs.
I was relegated to preparing the meat and cheese tray since I was still
hopeless in the kitchen, which would likely remain unchanged. Bella was a
wonderful cook, almost as good as my Nonni. On the other hand, I could handle
cutting the various different types of cheeses and arranging the salami,
pepperoni and prosciutto on the large tray Bella had placed in front of me.
Brainless work … mostly.
Also, it was nice to have the
house to ourselves. Once Alice and Jasper moved into their new house just down
the street a couple weeks ago, Bella and I were able to reconnect on a level that had been neglected after Alice’s assault.
Bella and I were both pervs and
fucking proud of it. There was no flat surface, including the grand piano my
mother gave to us as housewarming gift, that was not christened by our naked
bodies.
Though, today, our house was
going to be swarmed by family and friends. There would be no real time to have
naked fun time with Bella. Like quality time … hours, really. I wanted to give
her orgasms she’d feel in her toes. Damn it, I was horny. I wanted to be inside
her. Really, really badly. The blowjob she’d given me this morning … not
enough. I want her pussy. Fuck, I want it now!
God, I feel like I’m having a
temper tantrum, throwing things so I could be inside of my fiancée. What’s
wrong with me?
“Edward, baby, you’re going to
chop off your finger,” Bella giggled, her eyes dancing with humor.
“Huh?” I replied intelligently. And you have an MBA … She walked over to
me, taking the knife from my hand, which was dangerously close to my fingers. Blinking
slowly and coming out of my hormonal fog, I asked, “What?”
“You were staring off into
space, growling and grunting like you do when we’re making love,” she whispered,
with a sweet giggle. “Mrs. Cope was embarrassed. She’s going to the bathroom
since she was the color of a tomato.”
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I blushed.
“Have fun in your erotic
daydream, Mobward?” she teased, nudging with me her shoulder.
“I’d rather have fun with your
pussy,” I smirked. “Come here, dolce.
Give me some of that sweetness between your legs.”
“Behave, Edward,” she whined,
but her frustration was evident in her voice, her head falling to my shoulder.
“In about two hours, this place will be filled with our friends, family and
coworkers from your office. I cannot walk around with wet panties.”
“Simple. Don’t wear any,” I quipped.
Heheheheheh I can't wait until next week
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