Chapter 10: Tail of the ostrich

Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer- this is a work of fanfiction.

AN: thanks to furyangoddess for betaing - thank you to evilgrin for pointing out the link between women and the use of the word 'fine' – I apologise for using the word 'cocky' nothing else fitted, I swear...

Remember children safe sex always.

She got home and had time for a quick clean up and small panic attack. It was over; of all things; the bed. She didn't know whether to unmake it or make it. She stood there in indecision feeling like a complete fool, when she heard a motorbike pull up out the front. She made her way downstairs and towards the door by the time she heard his sharp knock.

"You knock?"

"Yeah; I'm a guest; come for tutoring." He smirked. His backpack over one shoulder.

"Well, come in Mr. Guest."

As he dropped his bag he noticed the helmets on the floor in the hall. "Charlie came through huh? I will have to thank him the next time I see him."

"He's on late shift tonight." Bella ventured.

He gave her a careful look. "Now tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong; everything's fine."

He winced.

"What?" she spluttered.

"Fine?" he explained, "Whenever a woman says 'fine' it means the exact opposite."

"Oh, yeah right. You know all about women Mr. I-am-really-experienced…and…and,"

He was moving towards her slowly, watching her. He's always watching me.

"I know about you," he whispered. Not the sex voice! "I know that you want me to take you upstairs and devour you."

"D…devour?" her voice was shaky.

"You want me to eat you baby?"

"Oohhh…" was all she could manage before he was kissing her. His tongue was in her mouth, one hand under her bottom, he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around him and he ran up the stairs.

When they got to her room she thought she had never got her clothes off so fast. She lay on the bed on her back, but he pulled her feet towards him so that her hips lay on the edge of the mattress. She was so aroused.

He knelt between her thighs and slipped them over his shoulders. He watched her intently, placed one forearm across her stomach and held her down and then gave one long slow lick from her ass to her clit. She jumped and took a great shuddering breath. "Oh...my…god..."

She slapped her hands over her face; almost as if she couldn't bring herself to watch him.

Then he went to work in earnest. He sucked and nibbled at her labia; his tongue laving her engorged clitoris and then pushing inside her with rhythmic thrusts. She clutched at his head and moaned. Her head tossing from side to side; she was beyond words.

He slid two fingers into her saturated opening and curled them upward as he pulled her clitoris between his lips and sucked. She bucked, her thighs crushed the side of his head and she shuddered.

He didn't let up; she was twitching now like he had tasered her. "Aahh…Paul…stop…too…much." She came again and he took pity on her, lifted his head. He wiped his hand down his face and smiled at her. Before she got her breath back, he lifted one of her legs over his head, gripped her by her ankles, held her legs together in his hands and lifted her legs vertically; pulled them up so that they lay straight up against his chest. Her feet ended up under his chin. He pulled on her ankles with one hand and lifted her butt off the bed and with his other hand guiding himself, pushed slowly into her.

She clutched the sheets and wailed. With her legs held together the sensation was amazing. He slowly stroked in and out. His face looked as intense and rapturous as it had the day he humped her leg. His mouth hung open and his eyes were closed; she felt ripples of pleasure though her whole body. His other hand was caressing her leg and thigh, causing little electrical jolts everywhere it touched. He was kissing her feet; sucking her ankles and toes. She thought he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Then he pulled her legs apart and fell forward onto her and made several long hard thrusts. On the final hard thrust he snapped his hips at the end and brought them both undone. He was still kneeling, his face buried in her hair as her arms were locked behind his head. She had curled her legs around his hips. Finally she could touch him.

They lay there comfortably for a few minutes. She kissed the side of his face.

Shakily she asked "What the hell was that?"

"That baby," he answered "was the Tail of the Ostrich." He sounded smug.

"Seriously? Are you doing Kama sutra moves on me?"

"I told you we would. Now let me go; I need a shower." He stood and looked down at her "Want to come with?"

"Actually," he frowned "that may not be a good idea. The point of the shower is to scrub your scent off me and I am fairly certain I would have to have you again if you were there." Not the sex voice again.

He purred at her "We could practice Suspended Congress. Shower walls are good for that."

She slapped him on the chest. "That's enough from you," she roused "Can I come if I promise to keep my hands to myself?" She tried to look innocent and wide eyed.

He guffawed and reached out a hand to pull her to her feet. She smacked up against his chest and he kissed her deeply. He walked her gently towards the bathroom as his hands roamed all over her body.

"Hey; no fair!" she gasped between kisses.

"Just getting in my quota before the shower." He explained against her neck.

He started the shower and stepped in; she couldn't help but notice his penis was stiffening again. He noticed her look and chuckled. "Werewolf regenerative powers are awesome!" he sounded cocky.

"What does that mean?" she was confused.

He gave her a look but then realised she was serious. "That means, baby, I could make love to you all over again, and again…and again. It's you I am worried about. Heck I could run to Canada, you think I couldn't make love to you all night?" He pulled her into the shower with him. She looked flummoxed. He elaborated "Normal guys have to take time to recover. They could manage one; maybe two a night. But not us werewolves; and teenage werewolves; wow that takes it to a whole new level."

She was studying his penis intently now. "It's so big" she murmured.

"Baby," he purred, "this is only half hard."

"Half hard; what the hell does that mean?" she squeaked.

She couldn't take her eyes off it and then it…twitched. She licked her lips.

Hesitantly she asked "Can I…you know…can I touch it?"

He nodded and inhaled sharply as her small, pale hand reached towards him. It made his skin look even darker. His pubic hair was thick and dark. She wrapped her fingers around his cock; they barely met. He groaned and leaned back against the shower wall.

It was so hot and so hard. Because of me. She gave a tentative stroke and looked up at his face. "Is that okay? I don't know what to do." His hand reached down and covered hers. He showed her how to stroke him. She blushed as she felt him expand in her hand. "Oh my!" she gasped.

"Harder." he grunted "You're not going to break it." He smirked at her.

"Got any body wash?" he queried. She pumped some of her favourite body wash into her other hand and grasped him firmly with both hands. The lubrication made it much easier now. She gave him a firm stroke.

"Yeah," his voice had dropped again "just keep doing that. Don't forget the balls."

She had no idea what he meant, she knew he had balls but did he want her to touch them too? Did guys like that? She reached down underneath him and cupped his balls in one hand; the other still stroking. They felt so hot and so heavy. She rolled them in her hand. Experimentally she rubbed her thumb across the glistening head of his cock and he moaned.

This was all new to her and she felt powerful; intoxicated. She did this to him. She kept stroking as she bit her lip. "Faster," he panted. She fisted him faster.

"Bella," he moaned. She felt his balls contract in her palm, his hips bucked into her hand and ribbons of come spurted from the end of his penis. She was fascinated. Most of it went on her stomach and chest.

He opened his eyes and watched her as if he wanted to see what her reaction was.

She rubbed at it. "I don't want to wash it off." She murmured. Whoa. Where the hell did that come from? There was a flash of something in his eyes. Was that pride?

His hands reached up to cup her face; he kissed her hard and pulled her under the water.

"C'mon; before we run out of hot water."

They kissed for a while before she laughed.

He looked at her "What is so funny?"

She poked him in the chest "I literally had you by the balls there." She sounded proud of herself.

He looked at her seriously "yeah…yeah you did."

Just then, the water went cold and they both squawked. As they were drying themselves she chuckled again.

"You are just full of laughs today." he commented.

"Oh, I was just wondering; if the point of the shower was to not smell like me. How the hell are you going to explain your...you know..." she gestured at his penis, "... smelling like my body wash?"

"Good point. Hey, you are getting good at this sneaky thinking."

"I have a matching body lotion." She sidled up to him, "maybe you stole it to jerk off with after one of our English sessions."

He guffawed again, "Wow; that even sounds like something I would do. C'mon hand it over." He leaned towards her. "Not that anyone really smells my dick but I can use it to jerk off with and dream of you." She shivered. Bloody sex voice.

"Speaking of which, we had better get dressed and do some study today or we will blow our own cover story."

FF_2154210_ - 20/06/2010 04:10:00 PM