Welcome to PAD's flashing fic.

Stephenie Meyer owns all Twilight stuff.

I just hope I don't have to borrow her trench coat to cover Edward up.

Watching You 10

I dip my head to lick the pearly drop on the tip of his cock. He shudders from the initial action as well as the aftershock of my breath spray. Peppermint oil has lasting, yet exhilarating effects, so judging by his ungh's and ahh's and how his body wants to inch like a worm right now; I think I've achieved my desired objective.

I swipe at him with my tongue again, and his hands immediately go for the back of my head to hold me in place. This won't do. I nip at him slightly in retaliation.

"Ow! Fuck!"

"No hands! I'lltell you when you can use them."

"Bella, you're torturing me. That shit's making my dick cold and tingly."

He starts trying to move both legs underneath me, then rocks from side to side, writhing to seek relief. This is fun. I'm on a one-dollar horsey ride at the shopping mall and didn't even have to give up any quarters for it.

"I'll be good! I'll be good! Just please, put your mouth back on me. I need warmth!"

"That's better. I don't like to be taken advantage of or taken for granted, either, for that matter."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll respect you. I'll bow to you. I'll worship you. Just please give me more."

He quickly wraps both hands around the sides of the bench and digs his thumbs into the padding on top, sure to leave fingernail marks behind. I take another lick, and I'd swear I gave him an electric shock with the way his body jolted from the sensation as if he were Frankenstein.

This time, I start on his base at my three o'clock position and slowly lick upward, trying hard not to take my eyes off him. He tenses, arches, and strains that perfect centerfold body, lifting his chin and displaying the tightened cords of his taut neck. I repeat my action on his opposite side with mirrored results. And speaking of mirrors, I gaze sideways to watch the full effect I have on this man and to revel in how I've managed to turn the tables, making him completely comply with my commands.

Wanting to test his willpower further, I begin to take him in.

"Oh yes, Bella! God damn, that feels good!"

His body wash smells pleasantly cinnamony, so pleasant, in fact, he's making my mouth water and my stomach hungry as I realize we never had dinner. Should I or shouldn't I?

I think I know the answer. I want to give him his so he can give me mine. He's not the only one desiring this.

My mouth eases down as far as I dare to, as I do have a gag reflex and don't want it tested. Judging by Edward's overly gracious responses, it doesn't matter that I don't take him in all the way. In fact, I could probably dump a bowl of warm pasta over his appendage while stroking him a few times, and he'd still explode being quite happy. And this makes me happy because I just have to appreciate a man that's easy to please.

I stir from the digression and assess that now knowing my limitations, I suppose I can let him assert himself. I pull away from him in order to speak.

"Okay, Edward, you can use your hands, but remember, no funny business. I still have teeth."

A/N:

Would you let Edward use his hands if you were Bella, or would you force him to go without them?

Is she making the right decision?

Review me your thoughts.

Thank you to my beta, Chayasara, for putting up with my funny business.

Thank you for reading.

PAD