Chapter 23; The Best Way to Make Up

Starts off as Edwards POV and transfers over to Bella's, I know you're all dying to know what she thinks.

Edward's POV;

I couldn't stop watching Isabella, partially because she was enthralling but mostly because I was waiting for her to leave. Since we got back home she had been quiet, deep in thought. About an hour ago she had moved from her cross-legged position on the leather sofa and walked into the kitchen. I followed her, worried about the almost blank expression on her face, taking a seat at the kitchen island as she started puttering about the kitchen.

I watched as she prepared lasagne from scratch, her hands sure and steady as she stirred pots, fried meat and layered pasta sheets. Next a loaf of garlic bread and a feta cheese and olive salad was thrown together, her mind still clearly working over what was bothering her. It was while she was whisking the vinaigrette that her long silence was broken.

"I'm sorry."

Isabella's POV;

"I'm sorry." I avoided eye contact, staring into the mixture I was whisking rather than those emerald green eyes.

I had been a brat. I had every right to be mad at him – he'd taken a woman out with the intention of causing me pain – but I should have forgiven him earlier than this. I had started doing things to purposely hurt him too, throwing his gifts and olive branches into the trash where I knew he'd see them. I had become vindictive and I hated that. It had been brought to a head earlier when I went to his club dolled up to purposely tease him.

The fear I saw in his eyes when I'd ignored his presence and touch at the bar had made me feel sick. And yet, although I was sickened by how tentative he was being with me I continued to be a snarky brat. Gone was the arrogant man who oozed self-confidence, who'd seduced me the moment my eyes had landed on him in his father's office, the man that had taken me roughly against our dining room table while declaring love for me.

I hated it.

And then he raised his eyebrow in response to my snark and my heart pounded a little faster in my chest. There was my sexy mobster. He'd been lost in his thoughts till I had brought him back, my voice wavering slightly as I felt his cock fill partially and press against me. I smirked through my arousal and allowed him to take me to his office, delighting in his possessive behaviour and cursing myself for allowing this to go on for so long. I was starved for his touch.

I lashed out when we got to his office, trying to protect myself from him, from my love of him but it was too late for me. A tear escaped when he told me he was devoted to me. I missed him so much. When our lips met again it was like coming home. And when he told me he'd missed me it was like something snapped within me. I needed him. Sex was our way of showing each other how much we cared and I missed the closeness.

I wanted to be taken on top of his desk and I honestly thought it was going to happen. My nipples hardened and pushed against the material of my dress as I pressed myself closer and let him ravage me. But then it stopped and he brought me home and now here we were, in the kitchen while I stress cooked and he watched and I tried to sort through my feelings.

And I was ashamed of the way I acted.

Edward had been a jackass yes. But he had explained and apologised the same day. I had held a grudge for weeks! It was definitely my turn to apologise.

"Why are you sorry?" Edward looked at me confusedly, his bright green eyes gazing into mine.

"I was a brat. I love you Edward." I placed the bowl down on the island and leaned over it to plant a sweet kiss to his lips.

"I love you too Isabella."

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I tried to hide my smirk behind my wine glass as I watched Edward lean back in his chair and unbutton his jeans to give his bloated stomach more space. He groaned and rubbed at it ruefully as I tried and failed to smother a very unladylike snort.

"Are you okay over there Caro?" He looked up at me, a smile playing at his lips as he continued to rub his belly.

"I'm just regretting how much I enjoyed your 'I'm sorry for being a brat' dinner Cara." His smile spread into a grin when I chuckled at him and stood to clear the plates.

"Does that mean you don't want desert? I made amaretto biscotti." His eyes lit up with interest before he pouted and shook his head.

"I can't eat another bite Amore, or I may explode." I snickered as I shoved the dessert onto a free shelf in the fridge and filled the dishwasher.

I wrapped Clingfilm over the salad bowl and had to stoop to find a shelf in the fridge to cram it on to. As I bent over I felt Edward press against me, his arms wrapping around my hips as I straightened up and rolled my eyes.

"Can I help you Caro?" He nuzzled his face into my neck and kissed it softly, making me shiver and moan quietly.

"No, I'm good right here." I felt his smirk press into my neck as I leaned back against him.

Fine, I could be a tease too.

I pressed my ass against his crotch, smirking myself when I heard him gasp and felt him start to harden. I turned in his arms and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck, before giving him a chaste kiss. My lips moved along from his lips, trailing across his cheek and down to his neck, lightly brushing the sensitive skin.

He shivered and moved his hands from my waist to my upper thighs, using his new grip to hoist me into the air and press me against the fridge. I wrapped my legs around his waist and continued to lightly brush my lips against his neck, shuddering as the short skirt of the dress I hadn't changed out of rode up to my hips, exposing my lacy clad ass to the cold of the fridge.

He pulled away from the fridge and started walking up the stairs, lowering me to my feet outside our bedroom. He pulled me in for a long kiss that left me breathless before resting our foreheads together as he caught his breath.

"Wait here Cara." He pressed one more kiss to my lips and disappeared inside the room, leaving me outside staring at the door confusedly.

What just happened?

I stood waiting for a few minutes, curious to see what Edward was doing, flinching slightly when the door burst open and Edward came striding out looking a little flustered. I opened my mouth to question him but I was cut off abruptly when I was scooped into the air, Edwards arms locked around my back and his lips pressed firmly against mine.

My legs wrapped around his hips automatically as my eyes fluttered shut, allowing his tongue to plunder my mouth. I moaned, my fingers twisted in his messy auburn hair and my legs tightening around him, trying to draw him closer as his tongue mimicked the act I wished we were already performing. He pulled back and I let out a groan of protest, my eyes opening as I chased his retreating lips and he lowered my feet to the floor. I gasped aloud when I realised that he'd walked us into our room. I felt my eyes well up a little as I took in the mood lighting of the room, craning my neck to take in the changes he'd made while I waited outside our room.

He'd set up a few candles around the room, the subtle sweet scent of strawberries wafting from them, their flickering flames lighting the room with the help of a small lamp in the corner. I smiled and drew him in for another kiss, allowing Edward to dictate our pace as he slowly peeled my dress down. I gasped at the barely there caress he lathered along my skin, flushing a little when he pulled the material to just underneath my breasts, trapping my arms to my sides and exposing me to his gaze.

I couldn't contain my loud groan as he started to lick and suck my nipples, my head falling backwards and my legs shaking with the effort of holding myself up. Edward lowered to his knees in front of me, releasing my nipple teasingly and wrapping his arms around my waist, pressing his face into my stomach.

"I love you so fucking much, did you know that?" He pulled the dress off me completely before I could reply, allowing it to pool at my feet. He sat back on his heels, staring at me so intently that I raised my arms to cover myself. He growled and surged to his feet, holding my wrists together in the small of my back, causing my back to arch and thrust my breasts at him. "Don't try to hide from me Isabella."

My eyes rolled back into my head at his gravelly voice, my insides clenching pleasurably as he began torturing my nipples again. His free hand slid down my body and cupped my lacy covered pussy, my body jolting when he ripped the material from me.

"Get on the bed, lie on your back and spread your legs. Now." He'd barely released me before I was scrambling to comply, reaching down to unclip my garter but stopping when I heard him growl "leave it" and felt myself get wetter.

Who knew being ordered around by a sexy mob boss would be such a turn on?

I spread my legs, propping myself up on my elbows so I could watch the love of my life, clenching again at the look on his face. He looked like he wanted to devour me, and I really wanted him to. He caught my eye as he unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it on but open. My mouth watered as he undid the button on his jeans, the material slipping a little and resting low on his jeans, exposing skin close to his dick. The dick that I wanted inside me, like now. I whimpered as he unzipped his fly.

He wasn't wearing underwear. Fuck.

He pulled his dick out and started stroking himself leisurely, clearly enjoying my groan of frustration from the bed. I raised my eyebrow and hooked my hands around the back of my knees, using the leverage to lift my hips a little and spread myself wider. His eyes dilated so much that the bright green irises were barely visible and he stalked towards the bed. He grasped my hips and tugged me to the edge of the bed so my ass was almost hanging off the edge.

He smirked before running his fingers through my slick folds, using the moisture to lubricate his length before lining himself up and pushing his tip in. I groaned, arching my back to try and get more of him in me but unable to get leverage because of the way I was grasping my legs.

"Don't move your hands Isabella. Keep yourself spread open like that for me." I groaned as he slipped further inside of me, hitting every spot and sending delicious spikes of pleasure along my nerve endings. "You look so beautiful spread open like that. I can see your wet little pussy taking every inch of me."

I moaned loudly as he bottomed out inside of me. He rested there for a minute before pulling out halfway and slamming back in. I screamed in pleasure, trying to buck down and meet his punishing thrusts.

"Can you come on just my dick Isabella? With just me filling you up?" I nodded frantically, letting out another shaky moan as he pushed my legs even higher, bending me in half before starting to pound me into the mattress. I felt my orgasm building, my head thrashing from side to side as I started clenching around Edwards length and a few tears escaped my eyes.

Looking up into Edward's face, tight with concentration and control as he fucked an orgasm out of me while practically fully clothed finally pushed me over the edge. The feeling of his jeans brushing against my sensitive flushed skin when Edward slammed fully into me was the last thing I registered before I was screaming my release, clenching hard, continuously and uncontrollably around Edwards dick.

It was only after the last wave of pleasure faded to a soft afterglow that I realised I couldn't feel the warm wetness that accompanied Edward finishing inside me. I glanced down and bit down a groan as I saw Edwards fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his cock. I looked up at him questioningly, groaning as he pulled out slowly.

"I want to come with you riding me." I forced my body to cooperate with me as I raised myself up onto my knees and pushed Edward's shirt off his shoulders and pulled his jeans off. When he was beautifully naked I pulled him onto the bed with me, straddling his hips and drawing him into a deep kiss.

"I love you Edward." I lifted my hips, drawing him into a kiss before impaling myself onto his hard length, sucking marks into his neck while I rode him as hard and fast as I could manage. His fingers twitched as he grasped my hips, my rough pace faltering a little as he started thrusting up into me. I leaned up and rested my hands on his chest, my breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust. I reached up and grasped them, squeezing and tugging on my nipples, my head thrown back as I moaned.

He batted my hands out of the way and pulled me down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth as I felt another orgasm approaching. I pulled away from him and reached down to rub my clit in firm circles, clenching firmly around his cock.

"Are you going to come again Isabella? Such a beautiful cock slut. Give it to me baby, please, I want to feel you again before I come."

I groaned and came again, pulling my fingers from my over sensitive clit and throwing my head back. I screamed as Edwards fingers found my clit and kept stroking as he pumped up into me once more and spilled inside me. I batted his fingers away and collapsed on top of him, shaking and still clenching around him, mouthing at his collarbone wetly.

"I missed you so fucking much and I never want us to fight like that again but if that's what the make-up sex is going to be like, make me mad at least twice a year Caro."

I fell asleep to the sound of his laughter and the feeling of it rumbling through his chest below my cheek.

Soooooo I've been away forever, I know. I'm sorry but this growing a human business is really tough! It shouldn't be called morning sickness; the whole notion that it is restricted to the morning is laughable. It's not fair that my cravings make me sick either but we're so excited for the baby to get here, 10 weeks and a day left to go! Thank you for all the congratulations and so I'm hoping that the explicit sexual content of this chapter makes up for my frankly disgusting tardiness.

Read, review and enjoy my lovlies!