Whoa! Channeling Enya there.
Well, my lovelies, it has come to that time: my honeymoon. I didn't get as many updates out as I had hoped and now Welcome to the Cameo Hotel is behind. If it is any consolation, the next chapter will be about 10k words. I have one chapter almost complete of Breach for you to have upon my return. I'd like to say I will write on my honeymoon (and some have threatened me if I do) but you never know. It may happen, it may not. And if it does I don't anticipate it being more then a scene or two that pop into my brain.
I wanted to get a chapter of When Bunnies Attack out before I go, and it may still happen, but we'll see.
I will miss you all!! I don't know what I'll do without FB and tumblr for 2 weeks. Damn, I can't even comprehend NOT writing for 2 weeks anymore!!! I haven't gone that long since before Hate What You Do To Me!!
Anywho, I'll be sure to tease you before I go. 2 days!!!!! :D
Saturday, November 19, 2011
When Jack Weber called Edward and I into his office on my last part time day I thought it was to discuss how things were going.
Now donned with crutches, I hobbled through the door that Edward held open and we both made our way to the plush leather chairs sitting in front of Jack’s desk.
“Well, it’s been three weeks since you returned, Isabella, how are you feeling these days?” he asked as I stowed the crutches beside me.
“Better and even more so when I get this cast removed,” I replied.
“Good. Very good. I remember when Edward was the same,” he said with a nod. “How are you two doing?”
My brow scrunched at his question. “Well, we still have mountains of cases on our desks.”
“I don’t think that’s what he’s asking,” Edward spoke up. I turned to look at him and found him staring at Jack inquisitively. Jack just smiled back. “Jack?” Edward rubbed his face and groaned. “He knows.”
“Knows?” I asked before realization dawned. I turned to look at Jack who was… smiling. Not the image I had in my mind when I thought of Jack Weber finding out about us.
I had visions of a red faced Mr. Weber screaming about company policies and how could I corrupt his son-in-law or something. Though I’m pretty sure Edward was the one doing the corrupting.
“And here I’ve been freaking out on how to tell you and you knew!” Edward exclaimed, throwing his arms into the air. Jack just smiled and Edward cocked his head and stared at him. “Jack, why are you smiling? Wait… yo-you didn’t… plan this… did you?”
Thursday, November 10, 2011
I love this photo. This photo is Isabella and Edward. Loving touches, whispered words, playful kisses, all wrapped in the sheets on her full size bed in her 458 square foot apartment. No posh hotels, stuck up people, suits (except the birthday kind), or rules. Just two people in love, enjoying just being with one another without all the pretense.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Yes, I know 21 isn't out yet. But there is no sexy scenes, so I wanted to tease with goodies to come.
It was a few days later that Edward went off to make dinner and I was free to take a shower by myself. Showers had been difficult for both of us lately, though Edward’s arousal was much more noticeable than my own. It was torture to watch his cock salute me, innocently brushing against my skin leaving a trail of fire that settled between my thighs. He begged me not to mind, but all I wanted to do was lean forward and take him into my mouth.
I was thankfully getting ever closer to getting rid of my cast. I was tired of donning the blue rubber boot to shower and not being able to walk on it.
Once I was ready I stepped into the shower with the help of the dozen or so handles Edward had added. The water felt good against my skin and I could feel my body relaxing. My hands ran over my body spreading the water around. My fingers brushed over my nipples and I felt the tingles move down my body.
Thoughts of Edward in the shower, his cock at full attention, filled my mind. My hand unconsciously slid down and teased my clit, my fingers sliding against my slit.
“Taste me,” he begged.
I could imagine wrapping my lips around his head, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Feels so fucking good. I’ve missed my little cock slut. So good at sucking me off.”
His hips thrust forward, pushing his hard cock down my throat. I imagined my fingers were his and began pushing them into my pussy.
“So fucking tight. Going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. You’d like me to fuck this tight little pussy, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, please!” I begged my vision.