Somewhere in the night I decided that Bella Swan + favourite pastime = Sex in the blue kitchen. It seemed appropriate that Bella should be mentioned in my favourite pastimes as there was nothing I liked doing more than her.
Actually.
Last night had been amazing. I had never had sex on a kitchen counter and Bella was certainly helping me expand my experience. I smiled when I thought of all the other places I'd be taking her - the places in Rome where I knew there were the most amazing little alcoves. Perfect for sex.
As I watched her surreptitiously from under the pillow as she pulled her underwear up her wet legs-that-fucking-go-on-for-ever, it struck me that she was my best. Ever. And what an odd feeling to get at 9:34 in the morning Italian time. It wasn't everyday I woke up after a night of rigorous pleasure-seeking and decided that the girl in front of me was my best. Ever.
There was no question that she was better than all of my last girlfriends put together. None could rub me the way she rubbed me and no one, sure as hell, ever did that thing where she…I smiled at the thought.
There had been a scary moment in my life with one of my last girlfriends, Tanya. Some girls were really just…wrong. Sorry to tell you sweetie, but I don't want your teeth on my penis. Okay? Got it? During the incident she almost bit off the friendly guy in my pants and just feeling it neatly pulsing under me now, as I witnessed Bella slowly rolling those underwear up, made me sigh contentedly.
"Bella…" I whispered. She looked up at me quickly, biting her lip and lowering her eyes. I was going to get her back into bed, no matter what. Sex was coming my way.
I watched a trail of water form down her stomach, into her panties. Silly girl should have dried herself first...or I could have done it for her. I must remember to offer next time.
"Bella…" I tried again. But she turned back around to the chest of drawers and started pulling clothes out. Damn her! I flung my hand over my eyes and moaned in despair. After the last few days I was completely dependent on sex, completely spoilt. If anything, my heightened libido was all Bella's fault and she had it coming to her.
If I stayed a sex maniac for life, I'd be seriously pissed.
Or not.
"Bella, get in bed now," I commanded, trying to be authoritative. She looked at me with her eyebrows raised before smiling at me. She was loving this power surge, I could tell. Just knowing that I was dependent on her to keep myself satisfied was pleasing her.
"Say it again Edward and see what happens." She whispered sexily at me, dropping her clothes to the ground and dragging her hands up her legs. And so, I repeated it. And Bella walked out of the room.
That experience was similar to watching a large sign saying THERE GOES YOUR PIECE OF ASS FOR THE DAY being waved around by a flaccid penis.
"You have to say please, Edward." She shouted from the kitchen, her voice echoing around the walls Oh I can say please. I can do everything and anything.
So I got my ass out of bed and followed her. And yes, I was stark naked. And yes, it felt good.
Bella was standing in the frame of the glass door with the tiny balcony. She undid her bun and shook her long wavy hair out, letting the curls fall around her shoulders.
"You have to say please, Edward". She repeated, pulling the strap of her panties down just a little bit down her leg. How I wanted to run my hand down her leg.
"Say please Edward." Her fingers reached up to her bra, tugging on the strap, letting it fall over her shoulder.
"Please…" I managed to choke out. The sight of her standing there in the window, in a classic porn star pose was choking. I had never, hand on my heart, seen anything more arousing than she was right now.
Her hands reached up to her breasts and she cupped them, giving them a squeeze and pushing them together. I wanted to do that. I wanted to lick them. Hell, I wanted to fuck them.
"Please what, Edward?" The way my name fell on her lips made my cock twitch and I stepped forward to touch her. But she backed up into the railings, "Say it Edward".
"Please let me touch you, Bella." I asked, reaching out with my arms to stroke down her waist to her hips, my fingers lingering on the ties of her pants. Her skin was so soft and smooth, like silk beneath my finger tips.
"Is that all you want, Edward?" She asked me again before kissing my neck gently. Her lips ran up and down, before she started placing open mouthed kisses on my chest, and down my abs. I felt myself tense under her lips, her hands trailing down the sides of my body.
She was going down there. And my dick was doing a happy dance.
Suddenly, her lips were on the tip, sucking hard. She pulled back to smile up at me, before closing her eyes and going back down on me. I bit my lip, hard, not caring because all I could think about how the feeling of her lips on my dick was like the feeling you get while eating a really good doughnut times millions and millions.
One of her hands gripped my thigh as the other held firmly onto my dick, squeezing alternately with her sucking. Needless to say, the pressure was growing in my groin at a very quick pace, all the blood rushing downwards. I felt slightly embarrassed, because I was going to be quick. But Bella was just a master… I felt light-headed and euphoric and had to lean my arms on the railings to steady myself.
"God, Bella…" I heard myself moan, but I wasn't in control anymore. I was flying up in sex land.
With a last thrust (which I may have been a little too exuberant) I came in her mouth. The feeling of her swallowing around my dick was almost enough to get me going all over again.
She rose in front of me, kissing my chest as she went. I felt myself start to get ready for some more action, and Bella felt it too. Smiling at me, she unclasped her bra, and flung it over my shoulder. I was quick at taking them into my hands, caressing them, while leaving fiery kisses down her neck. Her body was seriously warm and soft, for a second I thought she was going to overheat.
"Edward.." She moaned in my ear, as I sucked her collarbone. The change in my arousal was significant. We were not taking this slow, not when she was making such loud moaning sounds. I was going to fuck her now
"Turn around, Bella" I said, trying to twist her waist. She opened her eyes at once, before smiling and doing so. With her hands on the railings she leaned forward slightly, opeing up herself up to me. I trailed my hand up the back of her thigh before cupping her ass cheeks.
I grabbed my dick and positioned myself at her entrance before slamming into her. Bella moaned my name, making me pause for a second before restarting. The angle this position gave me was seriously sexy. Watching myself coming in and out of her was particularly stimulating. And watching her half falling off the balcony as I rammed her so hard was also pretty sight.
I let myself speed up, revelling in the tightness of her pussy , the fell and her slick wetness. The feeling on the friction and the sweet sucking motion was sending over the edge.
"Isabella…" I moaned, leaning over her and grabbing her breasts, squeezing them hard. She almost screamed out in ecstasy as I gave one last final thrust, letting her take me all in.
I shut my eyes, and concentrated on the feelings. Her chest rising below mine, her buttocks pressed right into me. I kissed her back wherever I could reach, her skin smooth and warm beneath my lips. The sun was shining down on us through the window and I smiled at the lack of curtains.
I bet everybody was watching us…
Bella stood, turning in my arms and kissing the skin above my heart. I was struck by the tenderness in that action and wanted nothing more than to hold her forever in my arms. But I restrained, convinced Bella would be freaked out if I did that. Goosbumps formed on my skin when I started thinking about never having sex with Bella again. When this ended.
"Are you cold?" Bella asked, leaning back against the railing. Another spectacular chance for breast-watching.
"No," I lied, and trying to change the conversation, "How about we do some actual sight-seeing today." The words had left my mouth before I could think. Why the fuck would I want to leave this wonderful flat there was so much opportunity for sex? I really needed to think more about what I said when I was around Bella, but she made me feel so comfortable.
"Yeah definitely. I really want to see the colloseum." She said, excitedly. I watched her as she waved her hands around in the air, "My mum went last year and said it was incredible…all the arches and columns and stuff."
"Then we'll go". I replied. Her enthusiasm was arousing and I would have to leave soon, or we'd never make it to the colloseum.
"Edward?" She asked, holding onto my biceps with her firm grasp. "You know what we did yesterday?" A small blush crept onto her cheeks and I stroked them with my hand, watching the freckles disappear as her blush deepened.
Of course I remember yesterday. Hot steaming sex in this kitchen was never going to be forgotten. When she had wrapped her legs around my waist, and clenched her inner muscles...I thought I'd died.
"I liked it. A lot". She said, reaching up on her toes to kiss my lips. Softly, she parted them with her own, and I let her take control after the animal I had just been. She licked the inside of my lips gently, taking her time. The sensation was so perfect, it made me sigh into her mouth and she pressed herself firmly against me.
I had to stop her. Before we started all over again.
I left her with a small kiss on her lips, and feeling like a proper couple - something that didn't altogether repulse me. I didn't bother to put any clothes on, save for my boxers, and made my way up the stairs. Life was feeling pretty good at that moment. The passion vibes that Rome just exuded were being used to my advantage. And Bella's too…
I wanted to wear something nice for her. Rummaging in my bag, I felt bad because the only things I had were t-shirts and jeans. Fuck that shit…I chose a green top instead and pulled on my grey jeans. That would have to do. The sun was up in the sky and it would be way to hot for my jacket anyway. I hated that I was worrying over my outfit; it was such a girly thing to do. But I knew from Tanya that girls care about appearence. A lot. So I sucked it up and hung a jumper over my shoulder, while shoving my wallet away in my pocket.
I gave myself a few more minutes in front of the mirror sorting my hair out. Or at least trying to but it wasn't really working. It was still everywhere. I knew I should've bought a hairbrush in the airport but it seemed like such a waste of money. They hardly ever work on me anyway.
Bella was ready when I knocked on her door. I tried to ignore the short dress she was wearing or else I would've died. Instead, I looked her stright in the eyes without flicking anywhere else and told her she looked good enough to eat. Metaphorically, of course.
We decided together to drive. We lowered all of the windows and turned on the foreign radio, enjoying some of the very odd Italian tunes, with Bella hopelessly trying to sing along. The traffic had looked okay around our flat but as soon as we reached that tourist area it started to build up.
"Are we there yet?" Bella whined from next to me. She'd already asked me that many times and although it was slightly amusing (every time she said it, she would reach over and squeeze my thigh in a very provocative and tantalizing way) it was getting on my nerves. And my libido.
"Bella, if you don't stop that-"
"Stop what, Edward?" She said, taking her hand off my leg.
"Not that," I replied, grabbing her hand and placing in back, indiscreetly about 10cm higher than where it had been before. "Stop asking me if we're there yet." I kept my hand over hers not wanting her to move. However, the car in front of me shifted and I had to use the gearstick. As soon as I lifted my hands, Bella grabbed my crotch.
And I almost crashed the car.
"Bella!" I shouted. She just laughed and turned away from me.
"You can't do that," I said, "I would have crashed!" If it were not for my impeccable driving skills, I added to myself.
"Fine. See if I do that again". She said, sulking. The idea of Bella never touhing my crotch again played havoc with my mind. I had so many fantasies to do with her touching me and me touching her. If anything, I wanted her to touch me more…just not on the road.
Another half an hour later and thankfully Bella ceased to grab me again. Infact we didn't talk much at all and I was starting to get scared that she was pissed of at me. I knew girls suffered from PMS, but-
Shit.
Suddenly, the world started to crash down on me as the weight of our actions hit me on the head like a ton of bricks. We hadn't used protection. Not once. For all I knew, Bella could be some dirty call-girl with a whole host of sexual diseases, or she could be thinking that of me. What if one of us had aids? What if right now I had aids? I knew I didn't beforehand, I was always quite rigorous in testing…but she panic inside me grew as we continued to drive through the city, until at last we arrived.
And what if Bella was pregnant?
"Bella-" I started but she had called my name at the same time. She smiled shyly and I tried to smile back.
"You go first." I said. I didn't want to have to talk about this so putting it off seemed like a good idea.
"No you go". She replied. Feeling generous because for all I knew she could be fucking pregnant with my fucking kid and therefore I was a fucking father, which is not fucking cool, I started.
"Bella, we haven't…used condoms at all- I'm really sorry about that. It's all my fault. Maybe we should buy a pregnancy test or something….I mean-"
"I'm on the pill."
"Oh. Okay. But there's other stuff, too…"
"Yeah, I know" She paused, biting her lip wildly before continuing, "Do you have any…of…those…things?"
If I could have died it would have been then. Watching Bella sitting in her seat rigidly, with her big eyes unblinking and her hands picking at the edge of her dress, while she asked me if I had any STIs was the epitomy of uncomfortable and embarrassing. Why were we acting like this?
"No." I replied. Then after a pause where I suddenly saw myself with a huge diseased penis, added, "Do you?" She shook her head, no.
"Okay". I wasn't sure where that left us. Were we going to be more vigilant from now on? Or continue the way we were? Either way seemed fair to me. Although I preferred the latter….
"Maybe we should…you know".Bella waved her hand around
"Get tested?" I said, hopefully. I trusted her word, but you never know what could be lurking that people don't know about. And I'd do it too.
"Buy condoms.I don't think I can get tested here." She braved looking into my eyes for a moment and I smiled back, after all this situation was a little funny. She laughed and put her face in her hands.
"Can I tell you my thing now?" Bella asked, turning her head towards me.
"Sure." I said hesitantly. Nothing could be worse than what I said, but now I was worried.
"Well, I was thinking about earlier…and I decided, that I was wrong."
"Wrong?"
"Hmm. Yes. I was wrong. I shouldn't have touched you there and, before you worry, I won't do it again." She placed her hand on her chest (giving me an excuse to linger there for a little longer than necessary) before smiling at me wickedly, "Ever".
"No, you don't". I said, my hand shooting out at lightening speed to grab hers the moment I realised what she was suggesting. "Take it back now, Bella"
She smiled and licked her lips seductively "No."
I moaned, very loudly and shut my eyes. "Bella…Touch me."
"Right…here?" She placed her soft hand on my dick and I could feel the warmth through the jeans. I buckled my hips into her hand, making her grab a handful.
"Not in the car, Edward." She gasped, Drawing back with her hand over her mouth. "We could have an accident", she added teasingly, getting out of the car super quickly, and me just a step behind.
"You are such a tease," I grumbled, mostly to myself, following her into the colloseum.
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