CHRISTMASTIDE

4. Frosty the Snowman

"Flavored lip gloss," Bella slumped down on the couch, fingering the tube of Snow Kissed Berry. Edward wrapped his arm around the back of the couch, and she tilted over, leaning against his chest. "What's wrong with Burt's Bees and EOS, Edward?"

"I like the ones you have," he said softly, glancing at the game show that was currently on the TV. Three hundred channels and nothing good was ever on. "But I wanted to give you more flavors for when we make out."

She smirked slightly, her eyes on Edward's fingers as he changed the channel. "How very thoughtful."

Edward kissed the top of her head softly. "Mmhmm," he paused, glancing down at her. "No thank you?"

Bella didn't respond, twisting the tube of gloss open instead. She spread the gloss over her lips, making sure it was on thick before rubbing her lips and pressing them together with a smack. She tilted her head up, puckering her lips.

With a grin, Edward leaned down, kissing her gently. His smile grew as he felt her mouth slide over his, the goo from the gloss sticking to his bottom lip. He started to pull away, but Bella bit down on his mouth, sucking on his lower lip. "Ow-"

She released him, smirking slightly. "Ow? You're such a wuss."

"Listen, babe, you have sharp vampire teeth."

Bella shrugged, kissing his cheek firmly and grinning at the shiny lip print left on his skin. "You don't complain when I'm biting your neck," she murmured, leaving a sticky kiss on his neck.

"Well, that's different," Edward grinned as Bella kissed his neck again, her mouth opening as she started to suck on his skin. His smile grew as his hand ran over her thigh. "You're feeling frisky today."

"Please. It's been, like, a week since we've done anything. Damn exams."

"I told you how we could release some of that tension..."

She shook her head, refusing to let him get to her. It just wasn't happening, not with the stress, exams, and her father looking over their shoulders. "My dad's been coming home early, I can't risk it. We need to coordinate our class schedules."

"Agreed," he paused, his fingers rubbing along the inside of her thigh. "What about now? Are you risking anything now?"

"What?" she frowned as he straightened up in his seat, kissing her neck slowly. "Oh."

Edward's fingers slid down her chest, his thumb running over her nipple roughly. He smiled at the gasp that escaped her, giving her breast a firm squeeze. She bit back a moan, her head falling back onto the couch. His tongue danced over her skin, and her fingers entwined in his hair, pulling hard and getting a groan from him.

He slipped down her body, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of the couch. He spread her legs, kissing his way down her stomach. He unbuttoned her jeans, leaving a wet kiss on her hip as he yanked the material off her legs. He glanced up, noticing her watching him curiously, and he gave her a wink, tugging on her underwear.

Bella's eyes closed, a small groan escaping her as he kissed her skin, so close to that spot. "Edward...what if my dad calls?"

"Let it go to voicemail," he murmured against her skin. "It's never stopped us before."

With that, Edward ran his fingers down over her folds, his eyes closing at the sharp cry that came out of Bella, her hips jerking up as he glided his fingers upwards. She was already wet, and the sight was all too inviting, but it was too soon. He was going to draw this out as long as possible.

He slipped a finger inside her, moving slow, then back out. He gave her one more finger, gently, and she bucked against his hand, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as she watched him work, a look of complete concentration on his face as his fingers worked faster inside her with each groan that escaped her. He was listening to every moan, every gasp, every breath that came out of her mouth.

Some men were perfectionists when it came to their cars, Edward was a perfectionist when it came to making his girlfriend come.

Bella gasped as he leaned forward, running his tongue down her clit. Her back arched abruptly, and her hands flew to his hair as he started to lick in rhythm with his fingering, a third finger joining the show.

She was panting now, her teeth clenching as her hips thrust out against his mouth. Her clit rubbed against his tongue and forced him to apply force, getting a louder cry from her. His free hand pressed down on her stomach, holding her hips down and it only drove her wilder, her legs spreading and her back bowing.

His tongue moved, faster, against her clit, long, firm strokes in beat with his fingers fucking her hard. His fingers curled inside her, and she moaned, her nails digging into his scalp. The moans coming from her lips got him excited, but the pain from her grip alone was making him harder with each passing second. He glanced up at her, smiling against her before wrapping his mouth around her clit, sucking hard.

Bella screamed, her back arching off the couch as he fucked her with his hand harder, sliding in and out of her easily.

The sound of Bella's phone ringing filled the room, and Bella's eyes shot open, soft pants escaping her as she looked around wildly for the phone. Edward continued to thrust his fingers inside of her, much slower now, as he removed his mouth from her, wiping his face with the back of his free hand.

She inhaled sharply, pushing at Edward's shoulder as she reached for her phone, resting safely on the arm of the couch. However, Edward was faster, snatching up the iPhone. She gasped as he glanced at the ID, grinning broadly. She knew that smile. That evil, evil smile. Oh God, no.

"Hello?" Edward held the phone at his ear, smirking at Bella. His smile grew as she glared at him, still breathing heavily with each push of his fingers. "Hey, Chief Swan! Life's good. School's...school," he paused. "Bella's fine, she's just...away at the moment," he leered at her, and she inhaled sharply, trying to stop her hips from moving against his hand.

"Where is she? Oh, she's in the bathroom. We were watching a movie. Sausage Party, have you seen it?"

Bella's eyes narrowed, unable to believe that Edward would have the gall to talk on the phone so casually with her father, as if he wasn't finger fucking the Chief's only daughter just inches away. She tugged on his hair, and he responded by fucking her faster, and she gasped loudly, grabbing a throw pillow from the couch and covering her face.

"I'll lend it to ya. I should go, Bella and I are going to get some lunch-" he ran his thumb over her clit, nearly laughing at the muffled, high-pitched cry that came from behind the throw pillow. "Dinner? On Friday?"

He moved his fingers slower, slower, until only the tips of his fingers were inside her. She slowly removed the pillow, frustrated gasps escaping her as she glared at him. Edward stared up at her, gleeful, as he wiggled his tongue at her.

"I'll definitely be there if you're cooking steak, Chief Swan. Charlie?" Edward's eyebrows rose, and he slid his fingers inside completely, smiling as she arched against his hand. "Charlie! Yes, sir, no more Chief Swan, thank you, sir," he slid out, then back in. "All right, Charlie. I'll be there Friday at six. I'll let Bella know you called...yup. Bye."

Edward hung up on Charlie, tossing the phone aside. He removed his fingers from Bella completely, ignoring the confused groan that escaped her. He unfastened his pants, yanking Bella by the thighs and jerking her off the couch and against him. He frowned, glancing around for his wallet, and a curse escaped him.

Bella shook her head, forcing him to look at her. "It's okay, I'm on the pill." He nodded, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his hips, sinking down on him, a harsh moan escaping her when he cried out.

She was moving hard now, her hips slamming against his and he met each and every thrust, his grip on her hips firm. Her lips met his in a wet, messy kiss, and he inhaled sharply, grunting against her mouth with each tight, uneven jerk of her hips. Hungry moans fell from Bella's lips as she fucked him harder.

He tilted forward, leaning her against the couch as he grinded against her, Bella's loud cries echoing in the room. A moan fell from his lips as she kept fucking him like a pro, her hands holding on tight to his hair as she kissed him hard.

A shaky groan fell from Edward's lips as he came, jerking hard inside her as his hand fumbled between their bodies, his fingers pressing against her clit hard. She already knew the drill, her hips sliding up so her clit ran along his fingers, and just a few thrusts later, she was coming, her cries becoming screams as her body writhed and arched against him.

A whimper escaped Bella as she slowed down, inhaling sharply as Edward pulled out almost completely. She knew what was coming, it was his favorite thing to do when he really wanted to make sure she felt him for days.

He thrust inside Bella roughly, getting a loud moan out of her. He swallowed hard, pulling out and thrusting again, another moan echoing in the room. He didn't bother pulling out again, instead grinding against her clit until she was crying out nonstop, her nails digging into his back, her hips jerking uncontrollably. Her teeth clenched as her legs wrapped and tightened around his waist, attempting to meet his resumed thrusts. He made eye contact, his teeth gritting as he moved harder.

Bella's head fell back as he jerked inside her, his fingers squeezing and pinching her nipples, and she gasped as she felt another orgasm approaching. He sucked on her neck, and she came again with a shout, her nails running down his back. He grunted loudly as she tightened around his cock, delivering one final thrust before relaxing on his knees.

Edward jerked Bella to him, holding her against his chest. She laughed faintly, her legs slowly unwrapping from his hips as her fingers ran over his neck. "That should hold us over for a day," he whispered.

"Absolutely," Bella rested her forehead against his, her eyes closing as he moved his arms around her thighs, holding her up. "I can't believe you did that with my dad on the phone."

"Oh, you loved it."

"Never, ever do that again," she pulled back, giggling at the sight of Edward's mouth, shiny and stained with her mauve-tinted lip gloss.

He smiled slightly. "What?"

"You look great with mauve lipgloss."

He rolled his eyes. "Well, get it off, for Christ's sake."

Bella grinned, firmly wiping at his mouth, her smile growing when he kissed her fingers softly in gratitude.

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