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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. It just felt wrong to make love when there was
a sexual assault survivor in the house, so we refrained from smexy times while
they stayed with us.
Bella
and I were both pervs and fucking proud of it. Once we were on our own, 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 … I required 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. Bella smacked my arm with an adorable scowl.
“What?”
“Don’t make me kick your ass, Edward Anthony,” she growled.
Dust in the Wind by Kansas
More than Words by Extreme
Wanted, Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi
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