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Chapter 4
Bella
I let out a moan as Edward worked magic with my body. His lips were paying special attention to my collarbone while his hands ghosted my curves and played with the edges of my bra. I was especially happy that the sun had started setting. I felt more comfortable with daylight fading because we had both done away with our shirts.
I shivered as he finally undid the clasps of my bra. My hands found ground in his hair as he leaned forward and took one nipple in his mouth. "Oh god, Edward, that feels amazing." I felt his smile as he kissed his way back up to my lips.
He kissed me again. "Are you ready for this, Bella?" His mouth was a few mere centimeters from mine when he spoke. His hand was playing with the button of my jeans.
"I've been ready." I assured him. I wasn't lying either. I had woken up panting many nights with this same fantasy playing in my head.
He scooted down my body until his face was level with my stomach. He planted kisses on my belly button as he unbuttoned my pants, eventually sliding them and my underwear down my legs.
I'm so glad I decided to wear cute underwear today, I thought absentmindedly, but the thought was interrupted as I felt him kiss the inside of my knee. I let out a shaky breath that I didn't realize I was holding. He came back up to my face.
"What do you want, Bella?" His mouth was on my ear whispering the words, but my mind was on his hand that was moving slowly on the inside of my thigh.
"Tell me what you want." His hand moved so close to where I wanted it, only a few inches from where the burning desire was coming from.
It moved back down again, and I let out a small moan of frustration. "Please…" I wanted him to touch me so much, but I wasn't to the point of begging.
"Say it, Bella." I felt his lips on my ear. They began to move lower, getting closer to my neck.
Oh no, I thought, he's getting closer,
His hand moved up my leg as his lips moved down my neck.
He's almost-almost….
His lips moved down more, his hand just about to reach the spot where my legs met.
"Say it." He whispered.
Oh god, there he is. His lips had found the pulse point on my neck. My spot. The spot that made me melt in his hands and do whatever he wanted me to do. I was silly putty.
"Oh god, touch me, please Edward." I begged. Dammit, why does this spot betray me so? But I had also never had someone's tongue work it the way his did just now.
He smiled as his fingers finally touched the bundle of nerves that had been screaming for attention. I arched under him.
A small cry escaped my mouth as his fingers moved in circles. I held my breath when he finally slipped a finger inside of me.
"Is this what you wanted, Bella?" His voice was husky with desire.
I couldn't say anything except 'nnngh' as he slipped another finger inside of me. He continued to work my clit with his thumb at the same time. I briefly wondered where he had picked up skills like this, but the thought was fleeting as he picked up speed.
I felt as if I couldn't stop my back from arching or the moans that were coming from my mouth. I started to pant as I felt the first faint rumblings. I wouldn't last much longer.
Edward must have noticed also because he picked up speed yet again. "I want you to come, Bella. Come all over my fingers."
Oh, Edward likes to talk dirty, the thought flew across my mind, this isn't gonna last long.
"And I want you to say my name as my fingers fuck you until you come…."
I took in a breath, held it. "Ah—oh god…" I panted.
"Say it." He commanded in my ear. He seemed to be panting himself.
I let out a long, drawn out groan. "I-I'm gonna, ugh-"My hands frantically searched for something of purchase, finally anchoring themselves on his shoulders.
"Come, Bella. Now." He whispered.
And I lost it. "Oh, oh god—Edward!" I called out. My eyes were screwed shut and my hips were bucking wildly. I chanted his name as spasm after spasm wracked my body. His tongue worked the spot on my neck while his hand never let up. He continued until my body slowly calmed down.
He removed his hand and leaned to kiss my lips.
"Ugh," I grunted lightly, "Hold on." I held up one finger as my hips still let out random movements. "Aftershocks." He hid his smile in my hair, his chuckle drifting languidly over my ear.
I lay there as I took in long, deep breaths, trying to recover from the hardest orgasm I'd had in a long time. Well, that I can remember anyway….
I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. "Oh my god, Edward. That was… well that was amazing." I concluded.
"Thanks. I do try." He answered smugly.
My hands roamed his chest, followed the glorious line of hair down his abdomen until my hands rested at the top of his jeans. I noticed the bulge in his pants. I moved my hand over it and he responded with a sharp intake of breath and a small moan.
"I think it's your turn now." I said quietly. I moved so that I was straddling his hips.
"I say lets skip the small talk and get right down to business." I smiled, unbuttoning his jeans and beginning to work them and the navy blue boxers underneath down. "What do you think?"
"I think that's an absolutely fucking amazing idea." He smiled, and moved his hand to my hair.
Little Edward sprang out to meet the world. God, how many times have I wondered what this looked like?
I placed a tentative lick to the underside and watched as his head tilted back and he let out a little hiss. I quickly popped the head into my mouth. I took as much as I could in, and covered the rest with my hands.
"Ahh, Bella. That feels incredible." His moan encouraged me to move my mouth up and down.
I worked my tongue on the underside, and paid close attention to the head. If the way he jerked his hips every now and then and moaned were indications of pleasure, I'd say he was damn well enjoying himself.
I noticed that his jerks were coming more frequently and his hands had left my hair and were now gripping the seat. I thought those were signs that he was nearing the point of no return and upped the ante. I began to hum.
"Fuck, Bella. Don't-don't stop doing that." His voice was strained and he squirmed under me.
I knew he was close so I began to alternate tactics. I would take as much of him in as I could and suck until my cheeks were hollow, then completely remove my mouth and use my tongue to lick him as if he were a lollipop. The muscles in his stomach started to clench and unclench, his back was arching, and his breath was escaping in pants. "Oh god, Bella. I'm-I'm gonna…." a sharp intake of breath stopped him.
My cheeks were completely hollow as I took one last suck. I looked up and saw him looking down at me. Our eyes locked and I watched him come undone. I heard him let out a few choice words, my name being among them, but I didn't hear them all as I tried to swallow all he was giving me.
His hips finally stopped and he leaned his head back and became completely limp. He slipped from my mouth with an obscene slurp.
I crawled up and nuzzled into his neck, smelling the scent that I had grown so used to. The scent of Edward; my Edward. His hand found mine and interlaced our fingers. We lay there, not talking but just enjoying the other. It was I who finally broke the silence.
"You know, I think we broke Emmett's 'no kissing' rule." I joked.
Edward's stomach moved under me as he laughed. I delighted in the sound. "Yeah, I think we broke the hell out of that one."
We laughed together for a while before I spoke again.
"I've been waiting for something like this to happen for a long time." I said quietly.
He was quiet for a moment longer. "Me too."
"So what now?" he spoke after a few minutes had passed.
"Well, we're not friends anymore, right?" I asked, even though I was a little afraid of what the answer would be.
His voice eventually broke through the dark that had encompassed my car.
"I think we're past that, now, don't you Bella?"
I smiled into his chest. Actually, to be honest, I beamed with a silly grin. I was so happy to hear those words. There was still one question that burned to be asked, and I knew I wouldn't rest until it was.
"What about her?" I whispered. I knew I didn't have to elaborate on who I was talking about. We couldn't possibly forget that Edward was still technically (there was actually no technically to it, he was) dating Tanya.
He brought our hands to his mouth and kissed mine. "I don't think she matters right now. Do you?"
I sighed. "Not at all."
It was not a direct answer to my question, but it would do for now, and now was all I cared about.
Edward
I held the door open as Tanya walked into the restaurant. She was dressed rather nicely, black dress and heels, even though it was only Olive Garden. I followed her inside and to the front desk. Before I knew it, we were seated at a table and the waitress was asking us for our drink orders. Well, that was quick. Hopefully the rest of the date will go like this.
"Um, could you come back in a minute? We'd like to discuss our drinks before we decide," Tanya directed at the young waitress at our table. She quickly agreed and made her way back to the front desk.
"Tanya, what in the world would we need to discuss our drinks for? Why don't we just get what we usually get?"
"Well, Eddie, I was hoping we could get something different. What do you think about the strawberry daiquiri?" Her finger was pointing at a tall glass of pink liquid on the menu.
My eyes locked with hers. "Tanya, you can't be serious. You don't even like strawberries."
"Yes I do. I love strawberries." Tanya retorted.
"No, you don't. You've never liked strawberries. You've disliked everything you've ever eaten with strawberries in it."
"Edward, what are you talking about? Strawberries are my favorite fruit."
I stared at her in disbelief. It was just last week that she refused the strawberry shortcake I had made. In celebration of her passing a class, no less. "Tanya, last week—"
"We're not arguing over strawberries, Edward." She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure it will taste great. So, make that two?"
"I was really thinking of just ordering-"
"Okay, two daiquiris that is."
I stared at her. Fuck, I hate when she does that. "I guess..." I said under my breath.
Then, to my horror, she raised her hand and began to snap. "Waitress!" she called.
"Tanya!" I whispered, "Tanya, stop!" Luckily, the waitress was at our table in a quick hurry.
"So, we'll have two strawberry daiquiris." Tanya explained to... Katie, I saw her name was.
Katie agreed to be back in a short while with our drinks and breadsticks.
Tanya then turned her attention to me. "So, as I was saying in the car, my professor then proceeds to give me a C minus on the paper."
I had no vague idea what she was talking about, but I thought it was better to pretend I did. "Is that so? Wow, what a jerk."
She made a sound of agreement. "You're telling me! And I paid that nerdy kid a full 60 bucks for him to write that! Do you think I should ask for a refund?"
To be honest, it didn't surprise me that Tanya had cheated on her paper. She never seemed to be much for actual "working". I answered in some way that made her keep talking; I don't know if I agreed or disagreed.
Soon waitress Katie came back with our drinks and appetizer. The daiquiri was barely out of her hand before Tanya snatched it up and took a long sip. I watched as she made a face, then stuck her tongue out.
"I don't like this. Edward, this drink is horrible."
"Tanya," I began, "It's made out of strawberries. You don't like strawberries. So, therefore, most likely you would not like the drink."
"Yeah, but I thought it would be different," she looked at Katie, who looked as if she did not know what to do. "Cassie, take this back. I can't drink this."
"Of course, ma'am, I'll take it back right now." Katie answered meekly.
"I'm sorry, Katie, but she doesn't seem to like the drink. What do you want instead, Tanya?"
"I'll take a diet Pepsi. Lots of ice, please." I could tell that Tanya was beginning to become upset.
Katie took the drink and disappeared quickly.
"Tanya, I told you that you wouldn't like the drink. And the waitress's name is Katie."
Tanya snorted. "Whatever, she's just a waitress. But anyway, as I was saying..."
As Tanya continued to drone on and on about something or other, I stared at her. There was a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and her green eyes were trapped behind long eyelashes. Her long reddish-blonde hair was curled tonight. You can't deny that she's very beautiful, I thought, but maybe chocolate brown curls would look better on her...
"Edward! Are you listening to me, Edward?" Tanya's snapping brought me back to reality.
"Of course, Tanya. I can't believe that happened." I had no idea what had happened.
"I know! So then..." But apparently that answer was good enough, so she continued monopolizing the conversation.
Katie reappeared with another drink in her hand. "I'm sorry about earlier, ma'am. I hope you like this one better."
Tanya took the drink out of the waitress's hand, and began to sip.
"This is not diet Pepsi." She said quietly.
"Tanya, please, just drink it." I was getting exasperated.
"No. This is diet Coke. I asked for diet Pepsi." I stared as Tanya's voice began to grow.
"Tanya, people are starting to stare...lower your voice." I begged her quietly. I gave a small smile at the couple beside us as they tried to sneak looks.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, we were out of diet Pepsi, I thought a diet Coke would be okay..." Poor Katie was getting meeker as Tanya gained volume.
"Look," Tanya smacked her hands on the table as she stood up. "I could get a freakin' monkey at the zoo to do your job. All I ask is for you to get me a diet Pepsi. Is that possible, or do I need to break it down further for you?" She glared at the poor waitress who barely looked 16 years old.
"M- ma'am, I-I'm" Katie seemed to be barely holding herself together. She looked as if she would break into tears at any moment.
I decided that this debacle had gone far enough. I couldn't let Tanya treat this girl like that. I stood, taking a twenty out of my wallet.
"I'm sorry, Katie. This should cover our drinks." I lay the bill on the table. "We'll be going now." I took Tanya's arm and headed for the door.
"I tell you, Edward, nothing but idiots work in these restaurants nowadays." Tanya just had to leave the restaurant on a bad note.
I turned the car off as we sat in the parking lot of Tanya's apartment complex. It had been a quiet drive home. Finally, I broke the silence. "I can't believe you acted like that at the restaurant, Tanya. That was completely uncalled for."
"Uncalled for my ass, Edward. The girl was an idiot. I clearly said diet Pepsi." She looked at me, as if I would totally get it now.
"But it would have never happened if you hadn't insisted on ordering a drink made out of strawberries. You don't even like strawberries! And besides, you embarrassed me. Everyone was staring."
It was silent for another few minutes before Tanya leaned closer to me. "I'm sorry I embarrassed you, Eddie." She took my face in her hands. "Besides, you know you like it when I act like a bad girl. Don't you?" Her lips captured mine. I refused at first, but eventually consented to letting her tongue explore my mouth.
"Come on, let me make it up to you," she whispered. Her tongue licked my bottom lip.
I knew she didn't deserve forgiveness for acting like an absolute ass in public. I knew she didn't. But, evidently, Little Edward didn't know squat.
I exhaled slowly through my nose. "Fine."
A small, breathy chuckle escaped her mouth. "That's what I thought."
To be honest, the sex was her idea. But it's hard to complain when she's naked and straddling you. And that's where I am now. What's that line about pizza and sex? Something—something about it being bad, Tanya ran her hands through my hair as she leaned down to kiss me; I shivered as our lips touched, ...but, oh fuck, there's no such thing as bad sex.
My hands wound through her hair, noticing the color. I wonder what she would look like if she had darker hair... I closed my eyes as I tried to imagine her.
Tanya continued to move above me, rolling her hips deliciously and moaning quietly. She began to take shape in my mind's eye. And what if she had brown eyes, too?
My hands gripped her hips as she began to rise and fall. God, I was so close.
"Edward, I want you to come." And what if she had a sweeter voice?
My quiet moans soon became whispered words. "Oh, fuck..."
"I'm almost there, Edward..." Tanya's hips were rotating and she was digging her nails into my chest. My hands ghosted over the skin of her curves. And what if her skin was a little paler?
Tanya began to gasp above me. I felt the tingling of a great orgasm begin. "Oh, god," I gasped. There it was, I was beginning to fall over the edge.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh-"
"Now, Edward!" She cried above me.
"Shit!" I held her hips as the convulsions struck me and I began to empty into her. "Bella!"
My oh, so amazingly fan-fucking-tastic orgasm died quickly as all movement above me ceased.
"What?" Tanya screeched above me.
Slowly, through my fading haze of pleasure, I realized what had happened. "Fuck." Opening my eyes, I saw Tanya staring at me, dumbfounded.
"Yeah, fuck! As in, 'What the fuck do you mean 'Bella'?" I watched as Tanya jumped off of me and stood beside the bed. Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were wild.
Or, more like 'how the fuck did that happen?'
I didn't know what to say. "Shit, Tanya! It's not like I did it on purpose." Well, that probably didn't help my case any.
She narrowed her eyes at me. "I knew there was something going on between you two! I fucking knew it, Edward!"
"We're not dating behind your back, Tanya, I swear!" That's technically true...in the strictest definition of 'technically'. I watched her as she began to walk around the room.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you aren't messing around behind my back! I fucking know you are, Edward!" She spun to face me.
How the hell can she be so dumb in school and clever at this relationship stuff? I thought I worded that perfectly. I just stared, not able to deny her statement.
She seemed to deflate before me, all her anger escaping out. "I thought we were happy together, Edward." Now her voice was small, and quiet. I had seen her cry over trivial stuff before, like bad grades or girl drama, but now she seemed as if she were actually going to cry and mean it.
Quickly, I decided that honest was the best policy. "Tanya, I haven't been happy for a long time."
She crossed over to me, taking my hand. "But we can be, Edward, if you just get rid of her."
Her words surprised me. Sure, I always knew Tanya and Bella didn't like each other, but I didn't think Tanya felt threatened by her. "Tell her everything is over between you two. Friendship included."
So there it is. The ultimatum. The question to end all questions: Bella or Tanya?
A/N: Tanya is a mean and manipulative little woman, isn't she? And Edward needs to watch his tongue closer! Eddie here has a choice. Or is it a non-choice? Okay, so who should he pick? Comments in reviews please! See ya next time!
