Love, Aylah
an ABC Countdown Outtake by Aylah50
BPOV
The sound of a radio playing music in the distance brought me out of a deep sleep. Stretching my arms over my head, I blinked slowly, opening my eyes to the soft morning light that filled Edward’s bedroom. I sniffed the air, inhaling the delicious scent of warm cinnamon. Giggling, I kicked off the sheets, knowing that Edward was in the kitchen making me breakfast.
School had been out for almost a month now, and Edward and I were spending practically every day together. It had been blissful, being out as a couple without Jane breathing down our necks, or any of our students teasing us. My countdown, now complete, was safely stored in my laptop, although Edward had printed out a copy without my knowing it and had tucked it into his nightstand to use as occasional “inspiration.”
I laughed to myself as I pulled a pair of cotton sweats from one of the drawers he’d cleared out for me, remembering what he’d added to the letter “F” back on the fourth of July.
We’d gone to a barbeque at the Cullen house, where I’d finally met his parents, and a guest of theirs had brought some fire crackers. This was apparently a big tradition, something they did every year. As everyone found spaces in the sprawling yard to enjoy the show, Edward dared me to slip away with him.
He’d taken me up to his old bedroom, which happened to have a spectacular view of the dazzling light show, and whispered the confession that he’d always wanted to fuck to fireworks. He’d made me scream so loud that the booming explosions had barely been enough mask our sounds.
After that, he’d made the suggestion we spend every celebration that way. He said we’d call it “Bella and Edward’s Sexy Holiday Countdown.”
I brushed my teeth quickly and then slipped on my flip-flops before treading down the hall in my sweats and tank top. Pausing at the entrance to the kitchen, I heard Edward humming along with the radio as he cooked.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I heard him say.
Embarrassed at having been caught, I popped my head into the kitchen. “How did you know I was here?” I asked him, flustered.
Edward pointed his spatula in the direction of the hallway behind me. I turned around to see my reflection in the large mirror that hung on the wall. My face blushed scarlet, thinking about the things we’d done in front of that very mirror, and I shrugged, smiling sheepishly back at him.
“You’re so fucking adorable,” Edward murmured, shaking his head. My stomach fluttered with delight at his crooked smile, so much more calm and relaxed than he’d been in school before we were together. He looked adorable in a dark blue T-shirt and blue and white striped sleep pants. His hair was wild as always and I stepped forward to ruffle it even further.
Edward laid his spatula down on the countertop before turning to scoop me into his arms and give me a delicious hug. He buried his nose in my hair and inhaled deeply. “Mmm, you smell better than any food I could cook.”
“Doubtful,” I replied, smiling against his grin as he pulling me in for a kiss.
It started out slow and sweet, but each sweep of his lips over mine, each pass of his warm breath against my mouth made me forget about breakfast; I hungered for his taste instead. I danced my tongue out, darting it playfully against his lower lip.
“Don’t start,” he growled, lowering his hand and swatting me lightly on the rear. “Or I’ll end up burning breakfast.”
Giggling, I settled myself into a kitchen chair. Edward opened the oven and the kitchen filled with the sweet aroma of French toast, letting it cool on the stovetop. The summer air was already thick in the kitchen through the open window, and the blast of heat that leaked from the oven when he’d opened it made sweat bead on my neck.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, reaching for one of the oranges resting on a plate on his counter. “It wasn’t too hot for you?”
“No…” I barely answered him, distracted as I watched his long fingers surround the brightly colored fruit and squeeze it tightly. “Are you making fresh orange juice?”
Edward looked up from where he’d begun rolling the orange across a cutting board and smiled. “I thought it would be a nice surprise.”
He made small talk as he compressed and rolled each one, but I hardly heard a word, compelled by the way the muscles in his forearms contracted with each movement. I licked my lips as his deft fingers worked one after the next, preparing each orange for the juicing.
Mmm, I’d like to lick orange juice as it dripped off his chin.
“What are you staring at?” he asked, smiling suspiciously at me.
“Oh…uh…nothing!” I lied, standing up quickly. “Can I help?”
I joined him at the counter, where Edward handed me a knife so we could halve the oranges. Then he showed me how to carefully cut a circle around the edge, and slightly separate the fruit from the peel.
“Now you grip it tightly and squeeze,” he said softly, lifting one over the pitcher he’d prepared. I watched the juice drip out of the orange and collect at the bottom of the jug.
“Can I try?” I asked, enraptured by his hands as they handled the tender mounds.
Edward stepped out of the way and moved to stand behind me. I reached for an orange half and picked it up, pausing with my arm poised over the jar.
“Like this?” I asked, my fingers contracting around the fruit, feeling the liquid dripping over and through my fingers.
“Perfect,” Edward breathed. He moved closer, and I could feel his breath on my neck. His fingers reached forward to brush along the bare skin between the edge of my shirt and the waistband of my pants, making me shiver.
Grabbing another fruit, I turned around to face him, my back against pressing the counter.
“There’s something I want to try,” I said, a wicked gleam in my eye. I was repeating the very words he’d spoken back in June when he’d knelt over my body, tied to my bedpost by his belt, and slid his cock between my breasts.
I raised my hand to his face, gently nudging his mouth open with the other. Bringing the edge of the orange to his lips, I squeezed it, eyeing the juices as they slid off the peachy insides and onto Edward’s lips. I gasped softly as his tongue slid out to lap at it. His hungry, piercing eyes never left mine, hooded as they always were under his thick, dark lashes. As I’d hoped, some of the orange juice dripped down his chin.
“Ooops,” I said softly. “Let me take care of that.”
I reached around behind me to place the orange back down onto the cutting board and then angled my head forward, running my lower lip over Edward’s perfectly chiseled jaw line. I heard him take a long slow breath and his fingers dipped under the cotton band of my pants. I grinned, sliding my tongue out to lick the juice off his chin.
Edward groaned and lifted his head slightly, allowing me to lick away the drops that had slid under his chin, then lap away the few that had slipped down his neck. When I was satisfied he was sufficiently….licked, I pulled back and smiled at him.
“Did that taste good?” he breathed, staring at me intently. I nodded, feeling my heart begin to race from the fire I saw behind his eyes. “Hmmm,” he continued. “I might just have to try it myself.”
Falling back against the counter with a thud, I gazed at Edward as he reached for another orange half, repeating my actions as he raised it to my mouth. I shivered as the sticky substance slid down my chin, the force of Edward’s hand causing a good amount of it to rush down my neck.
He threw the orange down on the counter and then his mouth attacked my lips, sucking the juice from them with a searing kiss. One of his hands gently tugged the hair at the base of my head, exposing my neck. He laved his tongue over my chin and throat, lapping up every drop of orange juice, nipping at my skin as he went.
“Damn, you’re so sexy,” Edward groaned. He took my juice-covered face in one of his hands and ran his thumb roughly over my cheek as the other fingers gripped the back of my neck. “The things you come up with…it’s making me want to fuck you right here in the kitchen.”
“So do it,” I breathed. I ran my fingers through his unruly locks as we shared another deep, passionate kiss, and I slipped my tongue between his lips to slide along his.
Edward growled and reached down with both hands, hitching each of my legs up over his hips. I could feel how hard he was through his pajama pants. Wrapping my arms around him for leverage, I resumed kissing his neck, delighted to find traces of juice still on his skin. He let go of me to grab something, then turned around and walked us over to the kitchen table, setting me down gently on it.
I placed my palms down on the table behind me and locked my ankles around his back, smiling up at him demurely. Like a magician, he produced another orange half and squeezed it over my neck, sending juice spilling down onto my shoulder.
“Oh, I’m sorry, this might get messy.” Edward’s teasing voice was like smooth honey. He glanced down at my tank top where some juice had accidentally spattered. “Maybe you’d better take this off.”
I frantically tugged the fabric over my head as Edward did the same to his shirt, and then latched onto my neck with his mouth, sucking and biting on my wet skin. He captured one of my breasts in a sticky hand and followed a path of juice down my chest to it with his tongue.
I panted and arched my head back as he teased my nipple before drawing it into his hot mouth. I could feel my panties getting drenched as he rocked his cotton-covered erection against me.
“Edward,” I whimpered as he repeated his ministrations on my other breast. “Please…don’t make me wait.”
“You know I love it when you beg,” he said, smiling against my taut peak. Then I felt his fingers under the waistband of my pants, and seconds later, they’d been tugged off me, falling to the linoleum floor. He yanked down his own pants and boxers, and before he’d stood up again, I’d wrapped my fingers around his cock.
“Fuck, yes, Bella!” Edward looked down at my hand as it stroked him and moved closer to me, grasping my legs in his hands as he lined himself up at my entrance.
The look of pleasure that took over his face as he thrust slowly into me took my breath away. His mouth dropped open slightly and his eyes fluttered closed, then opened again to stare me down with unabashed lust.
Edward reared back and slid all the way into me again, the force of his thrust causing me to lose my grip on the table and I rolled backwards, catching myself on my forearms. He pulled my legs up and placed one over each of his shoulders, kissing each knee gently before reaching lower to wrap his hands around my thighs.
He began to fuck me in earnest, pounding into me as I stared up at him. “Harder!” I begged, and let out a throaty moan when he thrust into me so hard it made the table shake.
Over and over he plunged into me, in and out, the pleasure of it incredibly intense as sweat and juice dripped down our chests. I found myself quickly on the edge of my orgasm and cried out, feeling it suddenly crash through me. I fell back against the table as he found his relief as well, stilling and shuddering inside me.
As our breathing slowed, he smiled down at me, leaning forward to kiss a lingering drop of juice on my chest.
Wow. I really, really like orange juice, I giggled to myself. Guess I’ll have to add that to the letter “O” on the countdown!
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