"Birthday" Dorothea Tanning
Future Oneshot 1
I quickly ascended the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art, looking forward to some time by myself before the insanity of the weekend. I’d been doing this now, as frequently as I could, for the past six years. It was my favorite way to spend a Friday afternoon. I knew the permanent exhibits as if they were my own and actually took personal offense when the curators decided to rearrange or god forbid loan out some artwork without my consent. After I completed my stroll through the Modern Art wing, I got myself a glass of wine and a grabbed a table just in time to hear the jazz ensemble play. I closed my eyes and zoned out, until a familiar voice jolted me from my reverie.
“Would you care for another glass?”
“Excuse me?” I put down my nearly-finished wine, deciding to drink in the young man standing in front of me instead.
He was absolutely breathtaking—tall and toned with wild red hair and bright green eyes. He smiled down at me flirtatiously, and my body took note. It amazed me how the mere sight of him could affect me so, even after all this time.
“Do you always react this way when a man buys you a drink?” he asked.
He wanted to play. Well, the least I could do was go along with it. It was, after all, his night.
“That depends. Is the man in question old enough to legally consume the aforementioned beverage?”
One corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile that wholly melted me.
“I am now.” He handed me one of the glasses of wine he was holding and sat down next to me. “Cheers.” He clinked his glass against mine before raising his to his lips.
“Happy birthday, baby.” I waited until he moved the glass away from his mouth and replaced it with my lips. I wanted to do many things to him, but none of them were appropriate for our present surroundings. “Drink up,” I said after breaking our kiss.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” He laughed. “I think I’ve more than proven I’ll put out regardless.”
“No, I’m just trying to get you alone. It’s been such a long time…”
“Bella, it’s been twelve hours.”
I shook my head. “That’s too long.”
“I can’t believe this. How do you manage to be hornier than a guy at his sexual peak?”
“Well, for starters, I didn’t jerk off in the men’s room when I got here.”
Edward laughed. “Neither did I.”
“Not this time‚” I qualified.
“Not since I was sixteen, but whatever. Feel free to continue.”
“Secondly, you’re no longer at your sexual peak.”
Edward folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“You’re twenty-one. That’s practically geriatric.”
He snorted. “So says my twenty-eight-year-old girlfriend.”
“Well, that’s different. Women are like fine wines; we only improve with age. I’m nowhere near my sexual peak. In my case, the best is yet to come.”
He lifted my hair off my shoulder and replaced it with his lips, which he slowly dragged up the side of my neck. When he reached my ear, he whispered directly into it.
“Pun intended, I’m sure.”
I pushed him away and continued speaking. “Men, on the other hand, are like high-end beer. They are plenty yummy when first bottled, but if you let them sit on the shelf for too long, the cork will crumble into its own bitter, frothy no-longer-any-goodness when you try to pop it.”
“Believe me, my cork still pops.”
I knew this, of course. I’d had him as recently as that morning. Despite the fact it was his birthday, he surprised me with breakfast in bed claiming that on his special day, he should be able to do things he enjoyed, and there was nothing he enjoyed more than giving me pleasure. I made it through the meal, only because I could tell how hard he’d worked on it and I didn’t want to appear ungrateful. As soon as the last morsel of food was in my mouth, I pounced on him, needing to have him inside me.
This is how it always was with Edward and me. From the night I met him—four years ago in this very section of the Museum—I couldn’t resist him. Though much has changed since then for both of us, this aspect of our relationship remained a constant. We made love more frequently than any two respectable adults should, and our banter was our foreplay.
“Are you sure? Biologically speaking, you’re already on your way down.”
“Oh, one of us will be going down later, but it won’t be me.”
I smiled at him suggestively and rested my hand on his thigh under the table. “Promise?”
“Let me finish my drink, and then we can get out of here.”
I should have felt bad that we wouldn’t be out at a bar on his twenty-first birthday, but I didn’t. I’d planned the big night out for tomorrow. Selfish though it might be, I wanted him completely to myself tonight—to mark this huge milestone in his life privately before we invited the rest of the word in to join our celebration.
And we had so much to celebrate. A few weeks ago, Edward, brilliant as ever, graduated from Princeton summa cum laude. I was finished teaching for the summer, and he’d intentionally shied away from any commitments until after Labor Day, saying this summer was ours alone.
When his glass was empty, we left the museum. I assumed we would go directly home, and when Edward pulled into driveway of the Ritz-Carlton I was more than a little confused. He handed his keys to the valet before walking around to open my door.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, taking his outstretched hand.
“I got us a room.”
“Because I can.” He shrugged. “Come on, I checked in this afternoon.”
We made our way through the building to our room, and the moment he opened the door, it became obvious that he’d done far more than just check in. There was a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket and a vase of lilac roses.
“Impressive. Was this also because you can?” I teased.
He picked me up and carried me across the room, depositing me on the bed. I knelt at the edge of the bed and put my arms around his neck.
“No. It was because I knew you would enjoy it.” His hands crept under my skirt to cup my bottom, pressing my hips against his. “This is because I can.”
He gave my cheeks a squeeze before dragging his hands around to my front, dipping one inside my panties.
“And this.” He pushed two fingers inside me, and I moaned against his chest. “So wet already,” he whispered against my ear.
He shifted away from me slightly, moving his hand away from between my legs and brought the fingers he’d just had inside me to his mouth. His tongue darted out to taste them briefly before he pressed them against my lips. Keeping my eyes on him, I sucked both of them inside my mouth, lavishing them with the attention of my lips and tongue the same way I would his penis.
His breath caught in his throat, and he let out a low moan, pulling his fingers from my mouth. “Take off your clothes.”
I pulled my cami over my head and tossed it across the room. Wiggling my hips slightly to make it easier, I pushed my skirt and my underwear down to my knees then lay back on the bed so I could kick them the rest of the way off.
Edward’s eyes seemed to drink me in, and being completely nude while he stood before me fully clothed was more arousing than I could possibly articulate. His hand lightly traced over my skin, brushing across my nipples and down my stomach, tapping lightly when it reached the junction of my thighs. I bent my knees before letting them drop to my sides, opening myself to his gaze.
“Touch yourself‚” he whispered.
I was only too happy to comply. I rubbed circles over my clit with one hand as I pinched a nipple with the other. Slowly stripping out of his clothes, he watched me intently. By the time I was about to come, he was standing before me completely undressed, his erection jutting out proudly in front of him. The sight of his glorious naked body would be enough to push me over the edge even if I hadn’t been stroking myself for the past couple of minutes. I came hard, clenching my thighs together as I panted.
He grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward him. “Do you know what I want for my birthday, Bella?”
Well, not specifically, but I could make a guess…
“I want to fuck you.”
Shit. That was easy. If that was all he wanted, why did I spend the past month flipping out over what to get the guy who has everything?
“Really?” I asked. “That’s all?”
“Well, no, there is something else, but we’ll talk about that later.” He leaned over me and kissed my breast. “For now…”
He licked my nipple. “I just…”
“…to fuck…” He gently nibbled. “…you.”
He pulled my legs up onto his shoulders and gripped my hips. He entered me forcefully, and I gasped, simultaneously surprised and excited by the fact he wasn’t being gentle.
“Do you like being fucked?” he asked as he pulled out and slammed back into me.
“Oh, god, yes.”
Edward had never been this rough with me, despite the fact I’d assured him multiple times that I didn’t mind. I decided to give him a little encouragement, just in case he doubted the extent to which I was enjoying this.
“Harder,” I whispered.
He took direction exceedingly well, and tonight was no exception. My orgasm came fast and hard and seconds later so did he—in a hot stream all over my breasts. I rubbed his cum into my skin, before bringing my fingers to my lips and sucking them.
“Divine,” I said, smacking my lips.
In what was quite possibly the sexiest gesture I’d ever seen, he leaned forward and licked some of his cum off my chest.
“I thought you had no desire to ever taste your own jizz.”
“Yes, well, I wanted to see why you liked it so much.”
“Honestly? There’s nothing appealing about it whatsoever.”
“Except for the fact it comes from you.” I giggled when I realized my unintentional double-entendre. “Literally.”
“In that case, thank you, Bella, for swallowing my load. Better you than me. And on that note, I think I need to spend the rest of the night brushing my teeth.”
He got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom.
“Mind if I join you?” I called out, thinking I’d clean myself up then pour the champagne.
“Not at all. Hey, do you mind grabbing my toothbrush from my suitcase?”
I got out of bed and opened his luggage. As I reached for his Dopp kit, my fingers brushed against a velvet box nestled in the bottom of his suitcase. Before I even knew what I was doing, I pulled it out and flipped it open. I recognized the ring inside it instantly, as I’d seen it on his mother’s finger more times than I could count. A Cullen family heirloom, it was the engagement ring Carlisle had given Esme. I now understood what he meant when he said there was something else he wanted from me for his birthday, but that asking me for it could wait. Not wanting to ruin his surprise, I closed the box and tucked it back inside his suitcase before grabbing his Dopp kit and bringing it to him in the bathroom.
“What took you so long?” he asked as I grabbed a towel and cleaned off my chest.
“Promise you won’t make fun of me?”
Edward threw his head back and laughed. “No.”
I whacked him across the chest with my towel. “Be nice to me.”
“Okay fine, I promise.”
“I was thinking how perfect this day has been, and how much I was looking forward to spending the rest of your birthdays with you.”
I stood on tiptoes and put my arms around his neck. Laughing, he turned his face away.
“What?” I asked.
“My mouth tastes like cum.”
“Mine, too,” I admitted with a shrug. “I don’t care.”
In that moment, nothing mattered but us. I cupped his face in my hands and pressed my mouth against his and this time, he didn’t fight me. Without breaking our kiss, he picked me up and placed me on the bathroom counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he positioned himself at my entrance.
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
“Peaking,” he said, pushing inside me.
I lost myself in the sensation of being joined to him, and my body answered on behalf of my heart the question I now knew was imminent.
Yes, Edward. Always yes.