Soooo sorry it took so effing long. I've been having some problems in my life that haven't really left me with much of me to do anything with. So, I've spend the last few hours piecing thing together for you. I think I did relatively well considering the crap happening in my life.
Enjoy xox
DeLIElah.
I was getting frustrated. Or, technically, more frustrated than I was before. Now I wasn't merely imagining what her thighs would look like in the midst of activity, I knew what they looked like. And I had no problem remembering them.
Bella Swan. Just her name made me hard, and I haven't even had the chance to speak with her, shake her delicate light gold hand, stroke her lovely chocolate hair, and hug her just to feel all those tight curves melding against me. If I had thought I was frustrated before, when I was trying desperately to find Bella and learn her name, then I was sorely mistaken. Lying on my bed at night, all I could think about was her name, rolling around in circles throughout my thoughts. And when I finally managed to sleep... It didn't help matters.
My fantasies only seemed to escalate in depth and... raciness. Seeing her in her natural environment, water lapping around her body as it slid through her hair, knowing that those legs were strong enough to propel her body forward and her arms were as graceful as I'd thought, was something that I just couldn't shake. It was like someone was pulling my strings, leading me into situations where all I can imagine is what Bella would do.
Washing a car. Bella washing my car, a barely there bikini soaked through with suds stuck precariously along the edges of her top. She looks up at me, lying across the hood while trying to reach further. Biting her lips enticingly, she asked, "Would you help me?"...
Doing the dishes. Together in my kitchen we clean and dry the dishes, Bella handing the dishes she had just scoured, giving me little devil glances out of the corner of her eye. I take them from her, almost unable to tear my eyes away from her gorgeous little body. A dish almost slips from her hand as she tries to hand it to me. We both reach out to catch it, hands overlapping. Suddenly, all I can think about is having her hand wrapped around me...
Even something as normal as drinking from my water bottle. Goading her, I tell her to drink like a man. She always takes such delicate sips, I can't help but tease her. Glaring at me, she takes the challenge. Suddenly, she's sculling the water. I watch with avid fascination as slow trickles of water escape from her lips grasp of the bottle, trailing along her flawless skin. They continue down in two neat lines until they meet the material of her shirt, instantly absorbed into the colouring, but I follow what their trail would have been, down to her generously sized breast. All I can think of is rolling them under my fingers, taking those perfect peaks into my mouth as I enter her...
It just keeps getting worse. Going to the Laundromat, watching the spin cycle on the drier as it turns, tumbling all around, has suddenly become such an erotic experience that I'd had to take my washing to my brothers apartment lest I publicly embarrass myself. It's like my thoughts are not mine, they are completely owned by a dark haired vixen, with a completely innocent and misleading name. Bella Swan.
And still, she hasn't returned to the pool. Every night, for three nights, I had taken to swimming laps in the pool, just to feel close to her. Knowing that she'd spent many nights inside that water, filling every part of her, was an experience I would like to experience for myself. If Bella didn't get there first, I would drive myself insane with the knowledge of only the shape of her body and the deepness of her eyes. I just knew that there was something beneath that surface worth knowing, worth the effort and pain she was putting me through. Even if it meant that I would only be her friend, I had a feeling that that would be enough for me. At least, for a while. As long as I could talk to her, get to know her. Anything. I wanted her body something bad, but her mind was an equal for the taking.
The more I thought about her, the more I wanted to know about her. What her father's name is, what age she was when she graduated, what's her dream car. Does she have a boyfriend I should worry about? But I can't even ask her those questions because she hasn't been around! It was frustrating, oh so very torturously frustrating. All I could focus my thoughts on, all I could even contemplate on my time off of work, was Bella.
My brothers had finally left me alone. The first two days, they were wary of me. I was unable to concentrate, drifting off into my thoughts for minutes at a time. They'd taken over my customers if they had a piece that took longer than an hour, because I simply couldn't concentrate. They were used to my neuroses when a new girl came along, but normally I would have snapped out of it by now. This had gone far and beyond the normal way of things. I was good at compartmentalising things in my mind before Bella Swan came along. When I was at work, I was at work. When I was off, then I could think of other things. It just wasn't working with Bella.
I was afraid they would call me into a intervention. Wouldn't be the first time my family meddled in each other's lives too much, leaving mental scars. I don't think they'd take too kindly to, "Yeah, I met this girl. Actually, I saw this girl, so now I'm basically stalking her. See? No intervention needed!" I bet that would go down well with them.
...Bella, her perfect mouth wrapping around me, going down on me with a suction that left me bone dry and still aching...
Goddamnit. I was going well there – lots of thoughts that were not of the sexual persuasion to do with Bella. It was like she'd cursed me, but I had a hard time thinking of her as a wicked witch. Wicked angel, maybe.
But, as I have said many times, I can't get her out of my head. It's only been a few days since I saw her in the pool, but I have been swearing at myself with combinations that would make Bam Margera blush. I had made a complete fool of myself – if I had just talked to her, introduced myself, anything! She probably thought I was a tool, an inconsiderate tool who thinks himself too good for others. I am such an idiot.
And it didn't just happen one time. Oh no, that I could have maybe forgiven myself for. Another time, I smiled at her. Just smiled. Probably a creepy-ass stalker smile. We'd done laps, then I looked up again and she was gone. Again. I reiterate; I am such an idiot!
It's the fourth night since I had last seen her swimming. I was determined that if she came to the pool tonight, she would be coming in the pool tonight. Okay, that was disturbing and crude, but it was almost all I could think about. The least I would do was introduce myself. Make sure she knew I was interested. Maybe shake her hand. Caress her cheek. Massage those delicate shoulders... Not. Going. There.
I got there early, after a particularly disastrous day at work. I was being teased on a whole new level by my brothers because of my obsession. Three of my appointments that were booked just happened to be brunette women. Assholes. I left before my last appointment, flicking them the bird on my way out. I think they had expected it, as Jasper had left that time slot open. I rolled my eyes to nobody as I stepped into the locker rooms. I did a quick glance into the pool, but my auburn-haired vixen wasn't in there. I let out a breath and closed my eyes, sending a silent prayer that tonight would be the night. Then I rolled my eyes again. The things this girl did to me. I'm not a religious person, never will be.
I shoved open my locker, barely glancing at the water bottle and towel I had stashed inside. I tore at my shirt, ripping it over my head, managing to almost get caught in the arm holes. Smooth. Real smooth. With slightly duller vigour, I bent over to remove my jeans. Wouldn't do to rip those out from under me. With my eyes downcast, I noticed a pair of feet.
My heart stopped beating. My breathing stalled. Please, please, please... I looked up further. Ohfuckme.
Bella Fucking Swan moved over to the locker I figured out was hers, but I saw her look out of the corner at her eye to me. Still, that didn't stop me from staring straight at her as she took her goddamn top off. I swear that just about blew my mind. The breath I had stalled in my chest was forcefully exhaled, a slight shiver breaking over my skin. She was perfect. Lightly tanned skin, still pale enough, soft to look at – I couldn't even begin to imagine touching it. Her stomach was flat, looked like there were muscles lightly tensing under that sinuous skin. She turned around to tuck the shirt into her locker, and I got a good look at her back. Her shoulder blades were sharp, but not overly overt, covered with the same perfectly shaded skin as her front. Her waist was narrow as it tapered from her shoulders, so small I was afraid I could break her in half if I tried. The waist swelled slightly into well-formed hips.
"Hi."
Oh god, was that me? Could I be any more lame? When did I give myself permission to fucking speak? Fucking hell, in for a penny in for a pound.
"I'm Edward Cullen, 5C," I said, trying to control any quavering I may have developed from my voice. I couldn't waste another minute as I offered her my hand, silently begging her to grab it and never let go. That's all I was asking.
Grasping my hand in her small, delicate hand, she gave me a smile that made parts of me throb.
"Bella Swan, 3E," she responded, as if I didn't know. "Where did you come from?"
No, no, no! Don't let go! I don't want to talk about me, let's talk about you! Please?
"Forks, Washington State. It's a small town near Port Angeles. My brothers and I have just opened a shop here as Forks and Port Angeles weren't the type of places for our business," I babbled, something I did when I got overwhelmed. Her hand had left an imprint on mine that I never wanted removed.
She nodded nonchalantly, looking down to undo her jeans. My own shorts tightened as she removed hers, clumsily folding them and stowing them away. Her bikini bottoms were something made from hell. They were held at the sides with little string bows, and she adjusted the leg holes with her extended fingers. Unable to stop myself, I followed the path her fingers created, riveted.
"What sort of business is it then?" She asked, as if she had no clue what she was doing to me. If she'd walked away, I didn't know if I could follow her. At least, not without severely injuring myself. I was that fucking hard.
"It's an uh, tattoo and piercing parlour a few blocks down," I said, trying to rip my eyes away from her form. With effort that nearly physically hurt me, I tore my eyes from her legs.
"Awesome," Bella said, grabbing her towel and bottle. Was it my wishing, or did she sound a little whimsical and flustered. Dear god, please let her think tattoos are hot. I'd give anything for her to think even a little about me the way I do about her. Let me make her hot.
I followed her closely, feeling myself being pulled by her presence. I quickly grabbed her towel and water bottle, placing them as close as possible to mine. I kept my eyes fastened on hers as I started to submerge into the water. I wanted to see her dripping wet, in more ways than one. Keeping my eyes locked onto hers, I sunk deeper. I was afraid that if I let my gaze roam she would vanish like before. Finally, there were no more steps.
Noticing she had not made a move, I offered my hand again. There was nothing more that I wanted than for her to join me. Following the same steps I had, she too dipped into the water as I held her steady. I couldn't break my eyes from her deep dark orbs, feeling entranced. I had to pull her closer, draw her into me, before I drowned in those brown depths. Finally, we were almost touching.
She didn't move away, but I held off just a little, a thin sheet of water separating us. I waited for her move. Those luscious lips formed a small sound, like an unaired question. Yes! I couldn't stop my smile from spreading, feeling like all would soon be as it should be. She would be mine, even if only for the night.
I took my time, perusing her body. Tight muscles, small waist, perfectly hand-sized breasts. I drunk her features into me like I'd never done before, gripping that image and dragging it into my memory. Bella's body was not something I would ever forget. I could never forget her.
"Please tell me you wore these for me pleasure," I told her, completely forgetting my predicament. I was so caught up in her; I forgot the most important question. I would die if she was with anyone else.
Her chest moved a little faster, lifting those pert breasts in the water. I barely caught her nod, but I felt the animalistic pleasure tearing through me. She'd noticed me. She was showing off for me. Good god, she wore this for me!
I felt a noise rip through my throat that I'd never made before, before I locked my lips onto hers. Any minute not spent in this creature was one that was wasted. I would not waste any more time. Her mouth tasted of mint, but there was an undercurrent of peaches that I could not get enough of. Feeling her muscles slack, I gripped her closer in my grasp. There would be no backing down unless she said so. I could feel her bare back against my hand, soft skin smoothed under my palm.
I nibbled her lips, feeling their softness, knowing I could break it – but I never would. Far too precious, I thought. I swept my tongue around hers, trying to get deeper within her, trying to claim her. Mine.
I forgot her smaller lungs as she tore herself from my kiss. I had to keep from frowning, until I discovered other areas that could be attended to. I covered her neck and shoulders, breathing in her scent, bathing in her skin. She smelt like sunshine and strawberries, warm against my mouth. Before I knew it, my animalistic tendency reared its head, latching onto her shoulder with abandon; I suckled on that sweet skin. My eyes rolled back in my head as I knew surely I was leaving my mark on her.
Suddenly, her arms were everywhere. She stroked everywhere she could reach, and I could almost feel a purr emanating from within me. I couldn't get enough of her touch. But it wasn't where I wanted it, not right now. Now I needed it somewhere else that was beyond painful.
With her hands running through my hair that I could never tame, I growled, "Bella, please, let me have you." Please, please, please, before I internally combust.
Her eyes were wide, questioning as she gave the fucking sexiest whimpers I have ever heard. I felt the loss she voiced, feeling my body writhe to attach to hers again. But not without her permission. I dove into her mouth again, unable to keep my noises down.
The kiss I gave her was hot, hard, and held everything I wanted her to know right now. Time for 'my birthday is on the...' and 'my favourite flower is...' conversation was not even close to now. Now I could barely hold myself back from tearing off those strings and pounding into her so hard she'd feel me next week. I threw it all into that kiss, all the held back desire and restrained lust, and, yes, the unspoken love. She may not know it yet, but she was made for me. What I feel may be a flickering light, a small hope for love, but it was still there. And it could be more. If she would just...
She wrapped her legs around me, driving me further against her. I growled louder, almost a snarl that I was sure would scare her off. She didn't seem to notice, and I caved further. She wrapped her hands around my head, anchoring me to her body as if I could move away.
"Please Bella, say yes!" I dragged my lips along her jaw, taking my frustration out on little sharp kisses. Words formed, but I didn't hear them, lost in her pulse.
Slowly, I became aware she was saying something, and I focused as much as I could.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes please!"
Carefully, but forcefully, I pushed against the water to rest her against the wall of the pool. Unable to think properly I tore off her top, being only as careful as I pushed myself to be – not to harm her, not to harm my Bella. Because she was my Bella tonight.
My eyes gravitated towards her newly bare skin, breath coming in pants. God, she really was designed to be my perfect lover. Those rosy nipple drew tighter under my hand as I rolled, cream coloured flesh flushing. Her moans drove me insane, growing more desperate every second.
I lifted her higher in my arm, needing to touch her more. I followed the flushed skin to her elegant neck, to her soft jaw, and to her kiss-swollen mouth, until I reached her darkened eyes. She held me in a spell, unconscious of anything else; who I was, what I was, where I was. All I knew was her. I needed her. Had to have her. Had to feel her. Had to taste her. There was no other option.
Keeping our eyes locked, as I was simply unable to otherwise, I brought my head forward until my mouth was located where we both wanted it. Knowing that I was frustrating her in the most deliciously enticing way, I hovered, feeling her hips seek friction against me. Knowing that if I was even slightly tugged in her direction, that would be it; I kept my body out of contact – no matter how much it almost killed me to do so. Her face was contorted in to a tortured expression that I had only dreamt about; I couldn't stop the grin from spreading across my lips. Then, I dove in.
Those rosy nipples I'd felt in my palms were magnificent under my tongue, the tissue strong and soft. Her taste was contaminated with chlorine, and I gave a groan. Really, how dare it touch such a precious creature? It had no right! Not knowing what I was doing, I sought to suck that chlorine from her skin, muttering things in my head that made no sense. I switched from one to the other in tandem with her heartbeats, reverberating through my very being. That would be the song to sing me to sleep. I was more careful as I swept along her breast with dull teeth, knowing now how perfect she really was and knowing I would do nothing to mar such perfection. My bites were light, but Bella cried out with each. She was seeking to kill me slowly.
Looking at her as she slid down my body, I held a vibrating rumble inside my chest. I would not scare her. With her nails scratching lightly down my back, I started mumbling incoherently as she started peppering my neck with her open mouthed kisses.
"Please, Edward, I can't..." she mumbled, licking my neck. "Edward, yes. I said yes."
Fuck.
I had to go slowly, memorize everything. I latched her arms securely around my neck, for my own protection. If she touched me, all bets were off.
My shorts were more of an issue than her swimsuit had been, they were heavy and limp. Concentrating on getting them off, I didn't really register the feeling of Bella's soft hands as they caressed down my back until they had latched onto my backside and flexed. A part of me froze, and then time doubled.
"Bella, you need to let go," I tried to speak coherently, "or I won't be able to cope."
With a smile that was both mischievous and sultry, she obeyed. Fixing her my eyes, making sure she stayed as she was, I finished removing my sodden shorts. I tossed them, not caring where they landed, because as soon as my hand was free I reached for Bella, lifting her against me and getting rid of the barrier that remained against her skin.
As soon as she was bare, I drew her against me, eager to feel her softness. Peppering her face with kisses, I drew in her expression that bordered on awe-filled and a slight fear.
I drew back, enough to ask her if she was sure. If she wasn't, it would damn near kill me, but I would withdraw myself completely from her.
She said she was, but a quiver laced her voice as she told me she was on the pill. I contained my impatience to make sure she really was okay.
I dragged one finger on what seemed like an endless journey down her body to where she was hot and throbbing even in the tepid water. I teased both of us, flitting back and forth along her, prolonging the exposure. It wasn't until she begged me that I sunk my finger into her as deep as it could go. If I'd thought she was hell hot in her bikini bottoms, then I didn't know how to explain how astoundingly scorching she was as she pulsed around me. I'm not sure if I was talking, or if I was just thinking it, but all I could manage to do was listen to her breath hitching, her cries, and her moans. As she loosened slightly I added another finger, then another, until she was riding three of my fingers. Part of me was inside of her, and it was one of the best experiences of my life.
I watched her face, her mouth moving as she formed incoherent noises that left my thoughts in an unending babble. Sohotsotightneedpleasecome. I moved my thumb higher along her cleft until I found her bundle of nerves that sent her careening over the edge. I bit my tongue to stop the persistent throbbing of my cock as I would have come undone as she clung tightly to my fingers.
I adjusted her in my grip until she was the perfect height to relieve some of the ache in my balls. I almost choked as Bella came alive from her orgasm, wrapping those soft tiny fingers around me, gripping and sliding along me in the water. Compared to the water, her hand was burning along my skin, and it wasn't so much relieving me as building me higher. If I wanted inside of her, she needed to stop. Now.
I slid along her, memorizing the feel of her against me with any penetration. I was deaf to her cries until her nails dug in uncomfortably to my shoulders, but the hurt I received from that did nothing but build more tension me. I gave in, and drew myself upward within her. Within a millisecond I had to stop. Toomuchtoomuchneedmore. My thoughts rallied against each other as I moved deeper inside her, feeling every dip and groove until I was fully settled.
All thoughts had then fled, until all I was left with was this: Bella, warmth, and the water still rippling gently. I rested my head against her shoulder, and even that was warm. Everything about her seemed to exude some hidden heat, especially as I sat nestled in what was surely a sauna.
She was made for me.
And as I started moving, Bella came alive too. Her hands moved over me, never stopping, her hips thrusting lightly against mine. I tried to keep pace, tried to savour the experience. And Bella did everything she could to dissuade me. Mouthing, kissing, biting all over me, until there was no place left to conquer. Because that's what she was doing, conquering me with her mouth, her skin, and her heat.
With a bite to my jugular I thrust in harder than intended, and Bella emitted a short scream that I knew, just knew, was pure pleasure. With that, control broke.
I couldn't get deep enough, quick enough. I tried to stay in as long as possible and keep the time we weren't fully connected to a minimum. She curled around me, leeching onto me. Her wet skin suctioned onto mine. She was tight and soft and silky in all the right places, and I just wanted more. Anything. Everything. Just more of it, of her. Of Bella.
Although it seemed impossible, every thrust got a little bit harder as she held even tighter to me. I knew she had to be close, but I didn't want to let go of the soft skin of her back as I stopped her from scraping her back raw on the poolside. I tilted my hips around, trying to find that one spot that would… Fuck!
The world narrowed and expanded in one second, vision completely failing then reopening into a world of technicolour. That's how my orgasm felt as my every molecule realigned inside, until I felt like a completely new person altogether. Bella. My only thought. Bella.
Legs failing me, I reluctantly let Bella slide from my arms to rest safely against the poolside.
Hearing returned in fragments. Heavy breathing. Heart thudding. Water sloshing. Then, Bella's voice, awe-filled and breathy, slightly hoarse in a way that sent shivers down my spine.
"Wow."
I locked eyes with her, trying to read deeper into the chocolate depths, "Yeah, wow is just about perfect." Though perfect couldn't even touch what I'd just felt. Elation felt too contrived, wonderful was useless, and magnificent was completely inadequate.
The next few seconds passed by. I could hardly notice what the conversation Bella and I had was about, only until I realised I'd let the fact that I was basically stalking her slip.
"Don't think I'm not going to get the answer out of you, Mister, even if I have to spend the whole night torturing it out of you," she said like I could focus on her words as her body slid up against mine. I had trouble computing her thoughts into my brain when she made moves like that.
"Oh yeah?" I barely controlled myself from gathering her form to me again. "I'm sure there's a lot more you can torture out of me."
A lot more. Like the dreams I'd had, the trouble I'd had at work concentrating, all the lengths I really went to to find her… the list went on.
And the night went on… thank god.
