An Innocent Touch
By LilyAurora
Chapter Four
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He was watching her. Again.
Hidden in the woods behind her house. Waiting for her to leave. He knew she was headed to the rez, was there when Emily had called asking her to come over for a few hours. It had been the perfect opportunity. He had made his excuses and ran towards Forks.
He tried to stop, to not want her so desperately but he just couldn't help himself. The mere thought of her... Jesus it was enough to have him hard in seconds and aroused for hours. Even now he could smell her, hear her. He knew she was still in her room, humming to herself gathering her bag before she made her way carefully down the stairs and into the kitchen, cupboards were opened and tins banged together. He heard the rustle of keys and then finally the front door opened.
God she was fucking beautiful.
Her long hair loose down her back, swung playfully. Fuck he wanted to run his hands through it, bury his face in it, wrap his fingers in it as he fucked her from behind. Lick her skin and taste her. Leave his mark on her. Suck her sweat covered flesh into his mouth and just devour her.
He moved further back into the treeline not wanting to be seen. She had already stumbled upon him more times than he had wanted her to. He had never wanted her to find him like she had, exposed and so completely lost in his arousal he hadn't cared she had walked in on him. But Jesus Christ, she had and that fueled his desire for her even more. He wanted her, would have her, just needed to pull his head out of his ass and make his move. But this fucking need he couldn't fight it couldn't stop it...
He ran his fingers through his hair as he watched her truck disappear from view. He counted to 30 before moving swiftly towards the house, climbing the tree near her window he was able to find his entrance. He landed quietly in her room, body coiled tight as he listened for any sounds of life. He knew Charlie was in work and he had watched Bella leave but he still waited and listened. Finally he moved around her room, fingers gently touching her things, her books, desk.
Her scent was everywhere he breathed in hungrily, could feel himself hardening dick pushing against the seam of his jeans. He tried to adjust himself but found himself moaning at the contact instead. Paul licked his dry lips, eyes scanning the room until he found what he was looking for... her dresser.
His plan all along was to take something of hers, something she wouldn't miss like a t-shirt but now, fuck he had the golden opportunity to lay on her bed and jerk himself off surrounded by her scent. To bury his face in her pillows and just breathe her in.
He dropped his cutoffs at the window stepping out of them fluidly. He was confident in his nudity why shouldn't he be, he was glorious. He wanted Bella to see him like this, touch him, want him; watch as she licked her lips taking in every naked inch of his flesh then he would pounce; kiss her until he couldn't breath then kiss her again. Hold her, caress her and just… fuck just love her.
He stilled hand reaching towards the dresser as the smile spread across his face.
He loved her was falling for her, deeply maddeningly so and she didn't even know, probably thought he was just some excessive horny teenager who wanted to get his rocks off and he did but he wanted to get them off only with Bella, because of her. Fuck, every hard-on he had was because of her, no one else. His dreams, every fantasy she held the starring role
He found exactly what he needed as soon as he opened the top drawer, her panties.
He knew he should go for a t-shirt or even socks... socks would be a safe bet but the thought of her panties, material that had covered her so intimately. His whole body shivered with excitement. There were so many to choose from, he smirked as he found the soft pink silks and blacks the boys shorts and lace trimmed pairs. Fuck there were so goddamn many. Then he found them, the material brushed against his fingers and he knew these were the ones, soft white cotton with a white lace trim. Perfectly Bella.
The next thing he knew he was spread across Bella's small bed, legs hanging off the side, but he didn't care he could smell her everywhere and he just needed to find some release. Closing his eyes he let the material trail across his overheated flesh, smiling softly as the feeling tickled him slightly. The material catching on the hairs of his body sending pleasure coursing through his veins, his arousal piqued his dick was rock hard against his stomach. He placed the panties across his face closing his eyes. Even though they were clean he could smell Bella. Smell her as if she was laying right next to him. He wrapped a firm hand around his dick and squeezed.
"Fuck yes" he groaned. Hips thrusting upwards. The fingers of his free hand clutched at the sheet, knuckles white. He ran his thumb across the slit, and down his shaft, twisting his fist as he fucked into his palm. Words made no sense, just a string of jumbled sounds escaped him. Every jerk of his hips brought him closer to his release, the feel of Bella's soft panties across his face had him begging, pleading to the empty room. He needed to cum. Bracing his feet on the bed he thrust upwards, harder, faster. Fist pumping, his grip should have been painful would have been if it wasn't for his state of arousal, he had never been so turned on. So hot and horny. Never for just one girl.
"Bella," he gasped as he came, thick streams of cum covered his stomach.
He collapsed against the sheets panting heavily, heart racing in his chest. He couldn't move, his body felt heavy, limbs like jelly in his blissful state.
He couldn't keep doing this. Putting himself through this torture. He knew what he wanted, who he wanted. He just had to figure out how to get her.
