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The warmth and need growing between my legs are almost more than I can take.
"Bella, you smell so good." Alice murmurs, and somehow I know she isn't talking about my blood, that the thoughts racing through her mind right now have nothing to do with feeding. She pulls away, and I whine, wanting her close to me again, but she looks into my eyes.
"Bella," she asks, "are you sure you want to do this?"
I nod and my hungry lips lunge toward hers, but she pins me down and I writhe beneath the intensity of her gaze.
"I want you Bella. I've wanted you more than you can imagine since before the first time I even laid eyes on you. Weeks before you came to forks I started having visions of you, and even though at first I had no idea why I kept seeing you, I found you irresistible, even then. Sadly, I knew Edward wanted to be with you, and how could I take you from my brother who has never been in love?"
"Alice, I-"
"I know he doesn't make you happy the way he should. I don't need to read minds to see that. But Bella, he's still my brother. We can wait to tell him about us until you're ready, but I need you to know right now that there will come a time when either you have to tell him or what's between us has to stop. I can hide my thoughts for him for far longer than he would like to think, but I won't lie like that forever."
"What about Jasper?"
"If you decide you don't want to be with Edward, Jasper will help us. He will calm Edward down and do everything he can to comfort him. He knows that my capacity for love is not limited to him alone."
I'm stunned. I don't want to think this way, but I see visions of myself tied to Alice, and even dare to fantasize about her being the one to change me, even though I know that was just an empty threat she used to keep Edward from shutting me out. I take a deep breath.
"I don't think I want to be with him anymore. He doesn't even want to touch me."
"That," Alice says, sweet breath fanning over my face and neck, "is something I can't begin to comprehend."
She starts kissing me again, and my head is spinning so fast I feel like I might pass out. The taste of her mouth is entirely addictive and I mourn its loss when she moves away, even as her kisses fall on more sensitive areas. Shuddering, moaning, I've lost all coherent thought but I want her to keep going, to push me deeper into this chaotic, spinning, blissful universe. Her body has grown slightly cooler but still feels wonderful against mine, and now her tongue is tracing circles down my stomach, past my navel.
I cry out as she nuzzles between my legs, and I don't know what she's doing, but the room is spinning and my heart is racing. My hips buck forward and her tongue slides deeper, fluttering inside me in ways I never imagined a tongue could move.
"Alice," I moan, "don't stop, please don't stop!" But I don't think she could stop if she wanted to. She's devouring the wetness her touch has created with desperation that makes me feel better than I ever imagined was possible. The warmth and pleasure are building inside me and I feel like I'm going to explode, but somehow it grows even more intense. My eyes close and I cry out, riding waves of ecstasy until I'm reduced to a heap of tangled, sweating limbs on the soft, expensive bed.
"Mmm, Bella, you taste even better than you smell."
It takes a moment before I can even speak again, but there's something I'm dying to find out, so I have to ask Alice, "Can I try doing that to you?"
"Of course." Her tongue glides up my body. "God, Bella, even your sweat tastes incredible." I blush and her eyes fill with predatory fierceness. She shifts so that her pussy waits just above my face, and I don't even feel nervous anymore, I just plunge my tongue into her. She gasps as I moan against her flesh, amazed by how sweet and wonderful she tastes. I've never even imagined I'd be doing something like this, but I can tell by the way she writhes against my face that my mouth feels as good on her body as her body tastes in my mouth.
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do this, but her incredible flavor pulls my mouth over every inch of firm, silky flesh I can reach, and my lips glide against her skin. Time blurs together so I don't know whether I've been licking her for seconds or hours when the most beautiful sound I've ever heard escapes her lips and I feel her body tense up against me.
And in this moment, I know, even if I live forever, nothing I could ever touch, or taste, or hear, could come close to being as wonderful as Alice quivering against my lips as her soft, melodic moans flow through my body.
