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WARNING: This story is rated M because it contains mature content that is not appropriate for minor viewers.
This was incredibly frustrating! How long had it been? Too long already, I didn't have the patients for this. I was pacing in my room waiting for Bella to call so I could pick her up from the borderline. Ah Bella, my sweet, sweet Bella. Not being with her was torture. Her being with that mongrel made it that much worse. I groaned in frustration. "She doesn't want him." I whispered aloud to myself, frantically trying to grasp the thought. You're the one she wants holding her while she sleeps, comforting her, loving her, kissing her, I thought. Ah kissing her… my head was suddenly flooded with images of Bella and I. Her arms around my neck, mine firmly around her waist, her soft delicate lips moving with mine. I shook my head. "not helping Edward." I muttered to myself. I was suddenly glad the rest of my family went hunting and I didn't have to worry about them overhearing my ranting. I sighed and looked around my room. My eyes instantly fell on the bed dominating the space, and I was again assaulted with memories. Bella beneath me while I traced her lips with my tongue, kissing down her neck and collarbone… Bella in my arms sound asleep, moaning my name. I groaned again, this time with a different sort of frustration.
How I longed to be the reason for that sound to leave her lips, and not just in slumber. To make her moan my name. I shuddered at the thought. Suddenly I became aware of a tightening of my jeans. I silently cursed myself, willing the problem to recede on its own.
As if to mock my plea Clair de Lune began playing on my stereo. I had almost forgotten I had put it on in an attempt to calm myself. More thoughts of Bella coursed through me, sparked by the music. The strain was becoming unbearable.
I did my best to ignore it, but then a particular image of Bella in her prom dress popped in my mind and I couldn't take it. My problem was becoming painful. I slowly undid the button of my jeans and slid down the zipper. I felt a little better at the release of the tension of the fabric against me as I slipped my jeans down my hips and off. My boxers followed soon after.
So here I was, in the dark, alone, naked from the waist down about to relieve myself like some horny 13-year-old schoolboy. Again I was thankful my family was away, I felt ashamed enough on my own already, without relentless teasing from my siblings. I sighed and then winced. I couldn't put this off much longer. I reached down and hesitated. Would I have time? What if Bella calls?
But the thought of Bella made my decision for me and I grasped myself. I let out a low groan at my touch. I slowly stroked myself once, causing a thrill of pleasure to run through my veins and I sank to the bed with a loud moan. I stopped momentarily to reach over to one of the nightstands by the bed and grab a box of tissues. In the process of setting them on the bed my arm brush the head of my painfully erect self. My hips bucked at the sensation and my hand shot to myself and began to stroke at a steady pace.
Images of Bella flashed through my mind, visions of fantasies, of me pleasing her, no worries… no restrictions… "Nuh.. Bella.." I grunted, picking up the pace. It felt so wonderful, the pleasure rocking through me, and I could feel myself climbing steadily to bliss. I tightened my grip on myself and varied my strokes, slow and hard, fast and light. Moans kept spilling from my lips and my hips moved in time with my hand, bucking sporadically every now and then when a sudden jolt of immense pleasure hit me. I was getting close, and started pumping faster, in earnest, to get to my release. "…y.. yes.." I panted. "oh…B…ella…" Faster and harder I pumped myself, my hips moving in quick thrusts as I imagined Bella in place of my hand, her moans filling the room, my name spilling from her lips in ecstasy. That was my undoing. My thrusts became erratic, I was panting, grunting, gasping for air I didn't need, desperately stroking myself harder and faster. "OH.. Uh.. nuh.. Bel… ahhh! BELLA!" I cried as I came, shuddering and spilling into my hands. I kept pumping, riding out my bliss until I finally came down from the edge. I lay there for a time after, gasping and trying to calm myself.
After a moment I slowly took a tissue and wiped myself up. I stood and pulled on my boxers and pants tucking myself away. I gave an involuntary twitch at my touch that I ignored, surely once was enough. I barely had time to think about how ashamed I felt when my phone rang. I grabbed it and flipped it open. "Bella?"
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