Chapter Five - Is it real?

EPOV

I drove away from Bella’s house feeling like I’d left a part of me there with her. Being inside the car alone made me feel claustrophobic, which made no sense. I had to get out. I had to return to find my missing piece.

Without realizing what I was doing, I had turned the car around and was heading right back to her. I pulled up outside her house, barely getting the keys out of the ignition before I took the three steps to her front porch in one stride.

Resting my head against the door, I knocked, willing her to answer, and then hoping she would let me in.

I could hear her walking toward me. I could feel her presence even through the door. The sparks of energy jumping from my body and attempting to burst through solid wood to connect with her.

“Who is it?” I heard Bella call, so close I knew she must be looking through the peep hole.

“It’s me, Edward.” I replied reluctantly, now realizing that maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

Eddie Jr. had begun his little bouncing trick the moment I’d turned the car around. After hearing her voice again he was now demonstrating his dancing abilities to the max.

The key turned in the lock and slowly the door opened.

The relief to see a smiling Bella on the other side sent me into a tailspin of emotions.

Crossing the threshold, we fell into each other’s arms, our lips moving together in an instant. I immediately requested a game of tonsil hockey and was overjoyed when she accepted.

We stumbled toward the staircase, barely breaking our holds on each other. A mess of arms, legs and tongues, we crashed our way up a few steps before collapsing in a heap of passion.

Bella pulled back for a moment, the lust evident in her hooded eyes. She pulled on my shirt, buttons flying in all directions. As she pushed the shirt over my shoulders my lips found hers again.

Pulling her up into my arms and pushing her legs to wrap around my waist, I moved further up the stairs toward our destination. I knew the destination was her room, but where the fuck was that?

Placing Bella back on her feet, I asked her out of breath, “Where to?”

Grabbing the waistband of my jeans, she dragged me down the hallway and through an open door at the end. I managed to squeeze in a quick glance around the room before I was forcefully pulled down onto the bed.

Her room was small, tidy, full of books and very purple.

Bella lay beneath me, her rich chestnut hair spread out on the purple comforter below her. The navy blue of her silk top was a perfect contrast against her pale white soft skin. The clothing was like delicate wrapping paper covering the best gift I could ever receive.

She was wearing entirely too much at this point in time.

The wrapping needed to come off.

As I hovered over her, breathless and in total awe, I moved my hand down her side. Grazing her breast and gliding over her rib cage, I made my way down to her jeans zipper. Tugging her jeans open, she raised herself to me as I pushed them over her hips. My breath hitched at the sight of her simple white cotton panties. So innocent but so sexy.

Kicking her legs, her jeans dropped to the floor. She pushed me back and sat up as her hands moved toward my own pants. After struggling to maneuver them over my now throbbing cock, she pushed them down my thighs and to the floor. Kicking off my shoes and socks, I stepped out of my pants and looked down at the striking sight before me.

Standing before her, I watched as she reached up, pulling the shirt over her head and throwing it ceremoniously across the room. Her long curls fell down across her shoulders and over the swell of her chest.

I almost came right there on the spot as she revealed her bare breasts to me.

Braless.

Shit. She’d been braless all fucking night.

A pair of panties and a pair of boxers were the only items that now stood in the way of us being completely naked together once again.

Pushing her back down onto the bed, I kissed her forcefully, the heat of our desire burning a fire over both our bodies. Moving my mouth to her jaw, I nibbled softly toward her ear, sucking her lobe in between my teeth and biting down gently.

A moan escaped her lips. The same sound I’d heard so many times that day at my apartment.

The sound made me shiver. I wanted it to be a constant in my life.

Continuing my trail of kisses and bites down her neck and across her chest, I hummed as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, feeling the rose pink nub harden against my tongue.

She arched her body into me, asking, begging for more.

Moving to pamper her other breast, the squirm of her warm body beneath me persuading me to take it slowly.

I wanted to love and cherish her the way she deserved to be.

Kissing across her toned stomach, I reached her panties. Tugging with my teeth and then hooking my fingers over the waistband, I slipped them down her long legs.

Bella lay perfectly naked, her legs spread, inviting me in.

Working my way back up her leg, I nibbled over her ankle and licked the crease of her knee. The tension in her small body continued to swell as I moved toward her center.

Without warning, I swept my tongue across her opening, tasting all that was Bella. Beautiful Bella.

Her back arched, bringing her hips to my face as she huskily said my name. Hearing my name fall from her lips spurred me on to give her the best orgasm she’d ever experienced.

I slipped one finger in, curling and twisting as my mouth found her clit. Her breathing became labored as I moved in and out of her, adding a finger and sucking on her swollen bud.

I felt her hands grip in my hair as I held her body down to the bed with my free hand. She wriggled beneath me as I sped up my movements.

Before long she was calling my name as she came powerfully against my mouth.

The sound of my name being called almost surpassed her moan as my favorite sound.

Moving my way back up her body, I was surprised as she pulled me roughly by the hair into a hard kiss.

She moved to my ear and whispered sensuously, her breath fanning over my neck and sending chills down my spine.

“I need you inside me Edward. Now…”

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

The repetitive, annoying beep of my alarm clock woke me from my dream.

Fuck, it was all a dream.

I reached over, slamming my fist across the snooze button and turned my attention to Eddie Jr., who was creating a spectacular tent in the sheets, throbbing painfully at the lack of release.

My hand moved down under the covers, grabbing my rock hard cock and moving vigorously up and down its length. Closing my eyes and thinking of Bella, I worked myself up into a frenzy, spilling my load violently across my stomach.

And shit, what a load it was.

With the pressure in my balls released, I moved to sit up, grabbing a nearby t-shirt to clean myself. Stumbling out of bed, cursing under my breath, I made my way to the bathroom.

As the scorching hot water of the shower rained over my back and shoulders, I thought of the night before with Bella.

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Our date had been nothing but amazing. If you can call a constant hard on, an obnoxious amount of sexual frustration and no release at the end of the night amazing. Once I would have disagreed, but with my sexual tension being caused by Bella… I’ll take it and call it amazing.

From the moment she answered her front door, Eddie Jr. had stood at attention, and his guard hadn’t dropped once. I was thankful the pants I had chosen to wear hid my predicament, or at least I hoped they did.

We had talked, laughed and shared stories but stayed clear of the circumstances of our first meeting. I’d caught her watching me numerous times as we ate. I’d fed her cake and seen the passion take over her eyes as she seductively sucked the chocolate off the spoon.

With all the teasing back and forth, I’d found myself having a hard time not touching her. As we’d left the restaurant, my hand had been magnetically drawn to the small of her back. I’d stood as close as I could while we waited for the car.

She didn’t seem to mind. We were comfortably quiet, and the electricity wrapped us as it had that first day.

On the drive home we discussed seeing each other again. After she reduced me to a stammering fool with her hesitation, albeit a joke, we agreed to meet up again the following weekend.

A week was too long. I’d gone through a week apart from her before, and I didn’t like it at all.

Considering last night’s dream, I’m guessing my right hand and my cock are going to be great friends for the next seven days, and I’m going to go through a few loads of laundry.

Once we reached Bella’s house, we’d run laughing through the rain to her front door. Dashing through puddles, my pants, shoes and socks were soaked. She’d invited me in to dry off and I’d declined.

I knew if I’d stayed I would have ruined the trust she was placing on me. I’d assured her she wasn’t a booty call, and I had to show her that was the truth.
Reluctantly I’d left.

Driving home I’d felt empty.

Eddie Jr. had felt betrayed.
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The water was beginning to cool and I snapped out of my daydream. Through the noise of the shower I could hear a distant annoying noise.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

The alarm sounding in my bedroom was a racket I could live without. A noise that was at the bottom of my favorite list, and one I’d happily replace with the sound of Bella calling my name.

~

Monday morning came around all too quickly. Activities I’d had planned with my family for months taking over the majority of the weekend. For that I was thankful, not only had it somewhat kept my mind off Bella, but I was now also two days closer to seeing her again.

Sitting at my desk on the 14th floor, looking out over the city, I powered up my laptop and logged into e-mails.

214.

Do my clients not have lives? They all seemed to use the weekend to catch up on e-mails, making my Monday mornings an e-mail hell.

I started clicking through the list, flagging some that could wait until later in the day, responding to others that needed immediate attention.

Half way down the list I saw it. A friend request from Facebook.

Opening up the e-mail, the name Bella Swan sang to me like a choir of angels.

Bella Swan.

With a shaking hand I clicked through to Facebook and was greeted with Bella staring right back at me. Her profile picture showed a happy Bella standing in a crowded bar, beer in hand, with her arm wrapped around Alice.

I’d heard so many crazy stories about Alice on Friday night, I couldn’t help but like her. She seemed like a good friend, someone worth keeping around.

Accepting her friend request, I spent the next two hours cyber stalking her.

Her status updates were witty and full of sarcasm. Favorite songs were posted via YouTube on her wall. Then I moved on to her photos.

She didn’t have many posted, but a few people had tagged her in their own. I moved through the images, amazed at the beauty before me. She was so photogenic. Her smile lit up her face as well as the faces of her friends and family around her.

In an album from a couple of years ago, I came across pictures of her with a tanned man with short, spiky, jet black hair and dark ominous eyes. His muscular form towered over Bella in a possessive way, and although they were clearly a couple, no intimacy came across at all.

The main difference was that her smile was gone. She looked tired and withdrawn. Each and every picture of them together showed his beaming, overly white-toothed smile and her hesitant, tight lipped, sad look.

Jacob Black was his name.

She’d told me she’d been hurt before. Was this the bastard who hurt her?

I hoped I’d never find myself face to face with him if he was. His face wouldn’t be so blindingly smiley if we did meet.

Two hours later I realized I’d answered no work related e-mails at all, and I was getting seriously close to having to put in unpaid overtime because of it.

Reluctantly, I logged out of Facebook, before briefly considering saving one of her pictures as my desktop background. I thought that was a little too premature in our ‘relationship’ and decided against it. I was happy in the fact that I could log in and see her beautiful face at the drop of a hat.

After just an hour of getting actual work accomplished, another e-mail from Facebook.

"Bella Swan has posted something on your wall”

Clicking through to Facebook, I feel my heart beat pick up speed and feel my temperature rise.

Hey, thanks for accepting the friend request. I had fun Friday night. I'm looking forward to the weekend. Hope your week is going well. Bella.

I knew then that she was likely cyber stalking her way through my photo albums at that very moment. Wasn’t the whole purpose of Facebook to be nosey?

Did I have pictures of Rosalie on there? Did I want Bella to see pictures of Rosalie? What if she’s already seen them – would it be weird for me to delete them now?

Why was I freaking out about this?

I wanted to be the perfect catch. I wanted Bella to see that she couldn’t live without me, just the way I already felt about her.

I didn’t want anything - anything - so trivial to get in the way.

Deciding that I couldn’t change anything on my profile now, I responded to her post.

Bella, I had a great time too. Thank you for agreeing to let me take you out. The week is dragging already, I need it to be the weekend. Edward.

Smiling broadly, I hit send. Then once again got down to work, hoping it would speed up the hours.

It didn’t.

Each day dragged, each hour dragged. I was beginning to feel like I was being punished for something. I was also beginning to feel like a lovesick puppy.

The highlights of my days were the odd message from Bella. Just checking in, just saying hi.

But seemingly unable to lose complete contact for seven days, just like myself.

At least I can hope that’s the truth.