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Chapter 4
French kiss.
Bella bit her lip in concentration and tried to remember her research so far.
A kiss in which the tongue enters the partner's mouth.
Various videos and pictures of couples French kissing appeared in her mind like a slideshow. Thank you, Google. Thank you, kissing dot com. Thank you, dailymotion!
Thank you, imagination.
She eyed Edward. Okay, Bella. Edward's your best buddy. You live together, and have for three friggin' years now. You trust him with all your heart. So that means you also trust his tongue, since, hello you even kinda forced him to promise to devirginize you in the not-so-distant future. And at that time more than his tongue will penetrate you. Oh God, don't think about that word for now. It's a bit...umm...naughty. No, not penetrate...
Insert.
No. Oh God, no.
Pierce?
No, not that.
Infiltrate?
Bella considered the word. When Edward's tongue infiltrates my mouth...she made a face. No. That sounds military-ish.
When Edward's pe...nis infiltrates my vagi...
No.
Just...no.
Wow, Bella, prude much? asked the traitor brain.
Lay off, Benedict Arnold.
She could be a bit of a prude, but it was common knowledge that her verbal filter disappeared when she was conversing with Edward. With him, she was way too honest.
"Bella. Where did you go just now?"
"I'm over thinking things again," she admitted (see, she was honest!). So much so that I just thought out synonyms of the word "enter" and just had an almost-argument with the great betrayer that is my brain. How spazzy can you get, Bella?
The knocking at Edward's side of the window intensified followed by Eric's unmistakable voice calling Bella's name.
"Shit. Come on, Bella, before fucking Yorkie damages my window."
She blinked nervously. "Y-you will really do it?"
"Yes! Come on!"
The nervous blinking intensified. "You mean you're really going to... to...French kiss me? But... but...but...but..."
Fuck, enough stalling already. Edward swooped down and touches her lips with his while Bella was still busy with her "buts." The original plan was just soft, butterfly kisses. Perhaps he'd add a couple of licks and flicks here and there just to leave a mark for the sake of appearances. A mild taste of Bella, so to speak.
Easier said than done, though.
First, Bella had the softest lips. The kind of lips that would drive him crazy and make him want more than skin touching skin. She had the kind of lips that invited soft, gentle bites and the right amount of suction, which he gladly provided. He licked Bella's full lower lip once. Twice. Thrice. The upper lip received the same attention, and then he lavished the outer line of her lips with his tongue before sucking the lower lip fully.
She tasted wonderful.
Second, Bella had the most enthusiastic tongue he'd ever experienced. For someone scared to French kiss, her tongue acted the opposite. It was everywhere. It was flicking against his lips, touching his own tongue tentatively at first but becoming bolder in no time. She even blatantly invited him to deepen the kiss by opening her mouth wider and offering the goodies inside, but knowing Bella, Edward was sure she did that instinctively rather than intentionally. No complaints here.
In a span of a minute they were sucking each other's tongues and licking each other's mouths like there was no tomorrow. And she was doing it like a pro, too. They were swallowing each other's spit as if it's from one and the same source.
Fucking hot.
Third, Bella was fucking loud. It should have turned him off but it did the opposite. He got so aroused hearing her moans and groans that anyone within hearing distance could easily thought they were fucking like rabbits instead of just kissing. He wasn't helping, either. His moans and groans could shatter glass, truth be told. If kissing Bella was this wonderful, then what on earth would it be like having full-on, sweaty sex with her?
Edward pulled her even closer (well as close as the center console would allow, anyway), wanting to devour Bella's mouth and make it his own. His left hand pressed lightly on the back of her head and started to slightly guide its movement. His right hand caressed her creamy back.
There was no way in hell he could wait another month to break Bella's hymen after this.
No fucking way.
Needing air to breathe, the pair separated. Edward couldn't keep the goofy smile off his face as he looked at the still-dazed brunette he'd just kissed senseless seconds ago. He himself had mussed hair thanks to Bella's enthusiastic fingers, and both of them had red and swollen lips, plus the flushed cheeks of pro-French kissers...perfect.
Time to finish Operation: Get Rid of Eric. He opened the window and scowled at the cheater ex, whose eyes went straight to the woman beside him. "What do you want? Can't you see you're interrupting us?"
Seeing his ex looking thoroughly ravished, Eric swallowed audibly, blinked, then left without answering his question. Smirking, Edward closed the window and turned to joke about what just happened, but was surprised to see Bella out of her dazedness and scribbling furiously in her notebook.
He cleared his throat. "What are you doing?"
"Taking notes," Bella mumbled, writing God knows what.
"About?"
"French kissing."
What?
"You're taking notes about French kissing?" he clarified.
Nod.
Um, what? "Bella, I'm confused. Why do you have to take notes?"
"I need to remember how I did it."
Jesus Christ, is Bella on crack?
"You're a natural. You don't need to take notes at all. Trust me, you're wonderful. Kissing is all about instinct, Bella, and you definitely have it."
He was ignored.
After a full fifteen minutes, and three pages back-to-back of possibly the most detailed description of French kissing (she even drew something on page 2, of what he had no idea) ever, Bella closed her notebook and sighed at Edward.
Oh God, what now?
"Can we try it again? I need to make sure I didn't forget any information."
If the request had come from another female, Edward would have thought it was all just a ploy for them to kiss again. However, it was Bella, and there was no trace of coyness at all when she voiced her request. If anything, she actually looked determined.
She was adamant about mastering French kissing.
Edward nodded. "Okay." No reason to get excited, Edward. You either, Anthony. Down boy.
This time it was Bella who leaned closer to him and took the initiative to touch his lips with hers. Edward let her, cradling her heart-shaped face gently with both hands. She was showing confidence and he welcomed it. The next brush of her soft lips against his made him moan.
Fucking softest lips ever.
The third time she did the lip brushing move, Edward slightly opened his mouth and breathed her in. He was about to nibble on her lower lip when Bella suddenly moved away from him to get her notebook and scribble something, leaving him with nothing but air in his hands.
What the fuck? "Bella."
"Hmm." Brisk scribbling.
"Come here, we're not done yet." Frustrated hair tugging.
"Just a second, Edward. Need to – unnnffffff."
And the notebook was tossed at the backseat as Bella got French kissed the second time around.
Properly and thoroughly as well.
*Birds Chirping*
Excited moans. Third time.
*Two cars passed*
Edward grunting. Fourth time.
*Emmett peered at Bella's side of the window, but it was too fogged up to see, so he left*
Bella's breathy groans. Fifth time.
The two finally separated.
End of research.
For now, Edward thought with a smirk, still savoring his kissing partner's taste on his tongue.
Fucking delicious.
"Wow," Bella gushed in awe, and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "French kissing is quite messy, with all that saliva involved, and it's a pretty intimate act, but with the right partner it could really be pleasurable." And I have notes full of description to help me nail the act perfectly. Mental high five, Bella. You're the woman. Yes, you are!
Edward grinned. He was well aware that he shouldn't be enjoying it too much, but what the hell. "You tasted like heaven, Bella." Ugh. What the fuck, Edward? That sounded really lame!
Bella burst out laughing. "That sounded so cheesy and definitely untrue, but whatever. I learned a lot tonight so I'm letting you off the hook and won't make fun of you."
Shaking her head and still chuckling to herself, Bella reached for her notebook at the backseat, making her perfect butt jut out enticingly mere inches away from Edward's face.
Bella's Ass + Shortest Backless Dress Ever Designed (Fuck You Jessica) = Premature Ejaculation.
Must not jizz in my pants.
Must not jizz in my pants.
Must not jizz in my pants.
Edward was able to breathe properly when Bella went back to her normal sitting position. Thank you, God.
After she wrote additional notes, Bella, with her swollen lips, smiled at Edward before fastening her seat belt. "Let's go home. I am terribly sleepy all of a sudden."
Sleepy.
Edward, with his swollen lips and swollen Anthony, shook his head slightly to clear it as he started the engine. He was hard as a pole because of that kiss, had nearly jizzed in his pants from the visual of a perfectly shaped ass, and was aroused out of his mind...and good old Bella got sleepy.
Great.
So fucking great.
"But dude, seriously..." Bella yawned. "That was nice. Really, really nice."
Nice?
Just nice?
Edward scowled at nothing in particular. How could Bella describe those kisses as nice? They were nuclear for fuck's sake! Way better than Heidi's blowjob hours ago. Way better than sex he'd had with anyone, and he'd had a lot. No exaggeration.
He glanced at Bella and saw her asleep with a contented smile on her lips. Anthony twitched below; just the mere sight of those lips got him going again, much to Edward's irritation.
Snap out of it, you dufus. He rolled his eyes at the irony of mentally chastising his own cock then glanced again at Bella, this time allowing his eyes to roam freely from her angelic face to her slender neck down to her breasts (okay he lingered there for a full minute) until he reached her sinfully exquisite legs.
Hello, Anthony was in full standing ovation mode now.
Edward sighed. He shouldn't be checking out Bella that way. He was worse than Jasper by doing it, and actually getting an erection because of it? Fuck. That was beyond the worst. Snap out of it, Edward.
He shook his head again. He was the more experienced one in this situation. Bella trusted him. She was the only person who knew him, flaws and all, yet she still trusted him so much. He wouldn't fail her by becoming a horny pervert after one kiss.
Alright, five kisses, not that he was counting.
Pssh, just drive Edward.
So he did.
When they were safely parked in front of their shared apartment, he turned to check on Bella. Still asleep. What to do now? Should he just carry her inside or wake her up?
Carrying would mean skin touching skin and with the way Anthony's still at half-mast... Edward shook his head. Better to wake her than scare her with my boner.
"Bella. We're home." He tapped her left shoulder three times. Please, please wake up.
Edward sighed in relief when she opened her eyes and peered at him. "We are?"
"Yeah."
She yawned. He was about to open the door and get out of the car when Bella stopped him by putting a hand on his arm. "Wait. I want to talk to you about something first."
He turned to face her and raised a brow in inquiry.
Bella cleared her throat. "Actually there are three things that I wanted to talk to you about Edward."
"Three things?" Please God, no more theories.
Bella nodded, looking so serious all of a sudden that it made Edward wary. She was over thinking again and most of the time nothing good came out of Bella's over analyzing brain.
"Yes three things. One is about thanking you, two is a promise I'll make and three pertains to a buddy break."
Buddy break?
Edward's heart thudded hearing those two words correlated in one sentence. Hell, even Anthony deflated.
Buddy break.
That sounded so negative, so ominous; a foretelling of the possible finality of their friendship.
An end.
This is so not good.