Hot Bubblegum by SoapyMayhem
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It didn’t take long for Edward and I to make our way off the set. We passed Tanya as we left, but I was too far gone to care about pleasantries.
Once he had me inside, away from prying eyes, Edward pushed me against the wall slipping his tongue in deeply, grinding into me without restraint. “Too many clothes,” I growled, grabbing at his t-shirt, so I could pull it over his head.
In seconds his pants joined his shirt on the floor, along with my robe and the flesh color tube top and panties they had me wearing on set.
As ridiculously wet and ready as I was, we were beyond the need for foreplay. What I needed was Edward’s cock, and I needed it inside me, pounding into me, hitting me deep the way I loved.
“Do you even realize how fucking hot that was?” he groaned, referring back to the scene.
“What? Me and Tanya?” I asked him breathlessly, so desperate for his cock that I was about to tackle him for it.
“Fuck yes... I didn’t know how I was going to feel watching you like that. I have to admit, I was fucking jealous, but watching you Christ... I need to fuck you so bad.”
“Please,” I cried out, rubbing my soaked lips against his thick cock, seeking friction, anything to get rid of the ache between my thighs.
His hands found my hips, lifting me up slightly and he pushed inside, burying himself to the hilt in one hard thrust.
“Edward,” I screamed, not caring who heard through the thin walls of my trailer. For all I knew, half the crew could be standing with their ears pressed against the the side of it. At that moment I could have cared less.
“Fuck... I missed you so goddamn much!” he shouted, pounding into me.
“Missed you too.”
After a moment, I could tell he was close to losing it, his breathing was labored and his thrusts were slowing down. “I’m not gonna last much longer,” he whispered, confirming my thoughts. “I need you to come, baby.” At that he reached between us, his thumb locating my clit easily. Pushing me to the brink as he began pulsing inside me.
“I’m gonna... I’m gonna come so hard,” I whimpered, feeling the tension building up.
“Fuck, Bella,” Edward groaned against my neck before I felt him spill his seed deep inside me, triggering my climax.
Once we’d both wound down, we separated, our bodies slick with perspiration and the evidence our frantic lovemaking.
My lips found his bare chest, kissing the blood red heart that contained my initials, while his fingers touched the spot where my own ink would be, if it wasn’t hidden under half an inch of makeup.
I remembered back to the day Jake finished both of our tatts. It was two months ago, and the very same night that Edward proposed. He told me we didn’t have to run off and get married right away or anything, but that he wanted me to know that he loved me and wanted us to spend our lives together.
He’d didn’t care if we got married in a few months or a few years, just as long as I knew that he wanted me as his wife. I on the other hand wanted to us to sneak off to Vegas and get married right away, but Edward talked me out of it, citing the fact, not only would Esme kill us both, but that he had yet to be officially introduced to Renee and Phil.
They knew who he was of course, but we just hadn’t gotten around to the meet and greet at that point.
When we did finally meet up for dinner, Renee acted like her normal self, fawning all over Edward, and how cute she thought he was. Phil made a few comments about Edward’s age, but was otherwise supportive of our relationship.
I had to admit it wasn’t as bad as I’d initially feared.
As for the wedding, we’d both decided that we would start planning and set a date once I was done filming. Then we’d have to make sure that we had time for a nice long honeymoon before it was time for me to travel for the press tours and screenings.
I already had a feeling the film would be a hit at the festivals, so I anticipated being gone quite a bit.
So far Edward and I hadn’t gotten around to discussing all that yet, but we loved each other and I knew he’d stand behind me no matter what.
“I love you, Darlin. I really fucking missed you,” he whispered.
“Love you too.”
Chapter 66 needs a little more editing, so that one will post on Tuesday, and if I have time, I'll try to write and post 67 later that day.
Hope you enjoyed it and I hope it clears everything up.
I would like to do an outtake of the proposal later, so don't fret too much about missing it.
I would love to know whether you guys would like the outtake in BPOV or EPOV?