Vines
Outtake ~ The Home Coming
"Full
Bodied"
~
Edward POV ~
The trip from Georgia to Napa was a
long one.
Bella and I had bussed, airplaned
and taxi'd ourselves out but as we arrived at the Cullen vineyard, something
was growing inside both of us. I felt it like little pricks of electricity
along the hairs on my arms...the chill up my neck and the stirring in my pants.
It only grew as I paid the taxi
driver and retrieved our things from the trunk.
Bella felt it too. The look was
there.
And I smiled.
We weren't half-way through the door
of the house at the vineyard when my duffle fell off of my shoulder and our
hands were all over each other.
Lips moving urgently.
Tongues meeting every few seconds.
Fingers getting lost in our
entanglement.
Arms entwined.
Jet lag was just a forgotten memory and even Alice, who I could feel staring at us from the kitchen entryway, meant nothing in comparison to the desperation the two of us felt for each other as we staggered and stumbled up the stairway after arriving home.
Jet lag was just a forgotten memory and even Alice, who I could feel staring at us from the kitchen entryway, meant nothing in comparison to the desperation the two of us felt for each other as we staggered and stumbled up the stairway after arriving home.
"Welcome back," I heard
her say sarcastically, and I think I may have waved over to her somehow, I'm
not sure….but she was only a distraction that I couldn't afford at the moment.
We would greet her later…she knew
that.
The door was left to fend for itself
as well because, in all honesty, I could only see her.
Bella, as I lifted her easily and took her to our bedroom.
Our…bedroom.
As in, she was never leaving the
vineyard again, if I could help it.
And I could help it.
After kicking the bedroom door open,
I set her down and we both began undressing ourselves…each other…me, shoving my
uniform off while Bella suddenly got this glazed look in her eyes and I asked,
"You okay? Are you tired?"
I stopped, breathless, cradling her
face between my hands…worrying a little bit that I was pushing her physical
activities for the day a little too far, but then she blushed.
God I missed that blush.
"No, I…" she shook her
head at me as she regained her composure, shimmying out of her shorts.
"You get to keep that uniform, don't you?"
I laughed at her and nodded,
continuing my assault on the Army issued uniform, attempting to rid myself of
it for good.
Well, not for good, exactly.
And it was the least I could do.
"Yes, Pie Girl, I promise to
dress in uniform anytime you want," I teased and she pulled her top off…a
little aggressively I might add, bearing her breasts for me. Her
breathing was hitched and her nipples…those hardened, delectable nipples… were
threatening to peak through the flimsy lace bra she was wearing.
I wondered if she know what she did
to me?
When she'd left for Fort Benning
that day, had she planned on me seeing that bra? Was she going to tempt me into
staying with it?
Because I would have.
I'd have gone AWOL if need be, to
see her in that bra.
To see her like this one more time.
She was the most beautiful sight in all
my life.
Three days, well - four
technically, I guess, it had been since I'd touched her.
Since I'd felt her underneath of
me…and over top of me…in ways I'd never felt a woman before.
Ways I never wanted to feel any
other woman again…only her.
As she unhooked the bra and let it
fall helplessly to the floor, I had already kicked my boots off and was pushing
the camouflage pants off all together when she interrupted my evil thoughts of
what was in store for her.
"Edward?"
And things were much too urgent for
me to even begin to answer as I continued taking my gear off, but she grabbed
my hand to stop me.
I looked up at her to make sure
everything was okay again, but I didn't really need to ask once I saw the look
on her face. Then she simply arched an eyebrow at me.
"Leave the boots on?"
A knowing smile crept along my lips
as I slid the damn things back on. Then,
like a viper in the night, she stood and spun us around, urging me down onto
the bed so that my legs dangled off the edge.
Talk about your mother of all turn
ons.
She gave me a feral look as she knelt
down in front of me and spread my legs a little more.
And I relished in thoughts of just
exactly how lucky I was to have her.
She was fucking perfection.
My head fell back as her hands
slowly glided themselves up my legs in unison. Over my knees, along my thighs,
until they met in the middle, each going their separate ways.
One to knead my balls.
The other…
"Jesus Christ," I
whispered, as her fingers gently re-introduced themselves to the shaft of my
dick.
It had been too long. "So
fucking good."
She giggled and I was muttering
incoherently when she reached the head. Her thumb rubbed the tip, using the
smooth, liquidy pre-cum that had spilled out from the anticipation of our
reunion to make it feel even…
"Fuck me."
"Not just yet, Grape Guy,"
she teased and then, just as quickly as I could even process her seductive
words, her lips surrounded me and her tongue did tantalizingly wonderful
things.
I lifted my head to watch.
I had to watch.
She was just absolutely astounding
as she worked her way up…and down…around the length of me and even fucking
peeked up at me with those big brown eyes of hers, capturing me with her
stare…daring me to do something about it.
"You're tempting me,
Bella," I rasped, and I could tell she was amused with herself.
So my hands instinctively moved to
her hair and began moving with her…and yeah, maybe pushing a little more than I
should have, but honestly, what'd she expect, my little minx?
"Jesus, you're making me…"
She hummed, moving a little more
quickly than before and that, combined with the voyeurism, and the ball massage
I was getting….
"Oh shit," I blurted out,
squinting my eyes shut as I came and she held it in her mouth, letting me
finished, then looked up at me.
Smirked.
And then swallowed.
Mother of God.
I knew the rumors. Women hated
swallowing but believe me when I tell you, she wiped her mouth and licked her
lips like she'd just tasted the best wine in ten counties and was simply
unwilling to expectorate.
And goddamn if it didn't make me
hard again.
She chanced a glance downward…then
up at me, arching her perfect eyebrow a little.
Then she stood up and I was about to
join her when she pushed me back down, settling herself over top of me.
I let my hands find her waist…then
one slid to where she was wet and waiting for me… I needed to at least feel her
first…and maybe give her a small taste of what she'd done for me.
I dipped a finger or two inside of
her and her eyes closed at the contact. Then I used some of that wetness and
created the friction with her clit I knew she liked.
The sounds that came from her lips
as she rolled against my fingers.
There was just nothing like it in
the world.
My other hand went to her breast…pinching
the nipple harder than I might have meant to, but Bella…all she did was arch a
little, encouraging the action.
Her face radiated the desperation I
was feeling too, but I wasn't gonna rush this. Wasn't gonna put an end to what
would ultimately be the beginning of the rest of our lives together by being a
dick.
So I kept rubbing, and she kept
moving to get the right feeling going.
And When she took her bottom lip in
between her teeth and her brow scrunched the way only Pie Girl's brow could
scrunch...and the thick, warm orgasm surrounded my fingers, I knew she was
cumming.
I was in awe of her, watching her
cum like that.
Knowing it was me that made her feel
that way.
I planned on giving her that
ecstasy, that sensation of the ultimate euphoria for the rest of my life.
Then, like she just couldn't take it
anymore, she lifted herself up and swiftly lowered herself back down onto me,
not only demanding a few groans from myself…but some very animalistic sounds
from her as well.
I sat up a little, replacing my
fingers with teeth against her nipple, and it was just what she needed.
What she wanted.
She grinded and rolled, with her
hands in my hair…against my chest… and then I fell back again…letting my
fingers make their way around her hips, moving us in sync to only the sounds of
our grunting and the wind whistling outside the bedroom window.
"I love you, you know…"
she whispered, as she leaned down to put her lips on mine, easily pushing past
the barrier to mingle our tongues. She would pull away once in a while, only to
remind me I was never to leave her like that again. I could only respond with
hums and groans while she pushed against me harder and kissed me deeper.
I wouldn't ever leave her
again.
Never hurt her the way I had.
Not even if my life depended on it.
And when I came…I came hard, holding
onto her for that life of mine because she was all there was, tethering me
still.
We stayed like that awhile, in a
sort of sitting position with each other…her still on top of me…me holding onto
her. She let her fingers rake themselves through my drenched hair, telling me,
"I missed you."
I squeezed her tightly against me as
I responded, mumbling against her neck in between kisses.
"I missed you too," I
said, choking on the meaning behind those words. "So much."
It would always be there…that love
between us. I knew that but there was
something else as well.
Something inside of my chest that
was telling me this was different from when we'd made love before.
Reminding me this wasn't something I
had to take with me as a memory this time. Wasn't something I had to take slow
and cherish like fine china…although, I knew I'd still do that…but I wouldn't
be leaving to go back to the Army…and Bella certainly wasn't moving to Silicon
Valley.
We were here, together…and we would
be for a very long time to come.
"I love you, Bella."
"I love you too, Edward."
We took a few minutes to just enjoy
lying there with each other for a spell, but, eventually, we got ourselves up
and made our way downstairs to say our hellos to Alice, who'd already taken the
liberty to invite Emmett and Rose over for dinner and wine...dessert and
laughter.
And it was good.
It was really good to be
home.
A/N: The Body of a wine
refers to how thin or thick the wine feels in your mouth. "Light
body" connotes a thin feeling in your mouth. "Medium body" means
that a wine is full-flavored, without being too heavy. "Heavy body"
means the wine has a robust, round, and very rich feel.