A/N: Here I was...thinking that this was going to be a short chapter...kind of a segway between Bella and Edward being all lovey-dovey and the happenings that are a-cummin...oops I mean coming! Hehe ;) But of course I can't shut the hell up and I so love writing the fluff between these two, especially from Edward's POV. Guess I'm just a romantic bitch at heart! Hope I'm not boring you guys!
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CHAPTER 25 – THERAPY
EPOV
Oh Christ. If I hadn't known it to be true, and if somebody else had regaled me of the exploits that I'd experienced in these past hours, I never would have believed them. I mean, how often does somebody get to do things to another person that are this fucking great...this decadent...this steamy? Well shit...I knew something. My entire existence had been meaningless up until this very day. And without realising it until now, I had spent my entire life with blinkers on, oblivious to everything around me...well everything except for my pain and anguish. And now, now it was as if something in me had been awakened, and no matter the consequences, there was no turning back.
Not now that she was in my life...oh hell no.
After getting her off during the somewhat embarrassing call with Emmett, she had dropped off to sleep, and I lay next to her, relishing her warmth of her skin. She had invited me to Emmett's launch and I eagerly accepted, but at the same time I wondered if she'd still want me in her life by then. His exhibit wasn't going to be happening until next month, and a lot can happen in a smaller amount of time, as I had already discovered.
I mean, so much had happened in these past weeks, that if six months ago somebody had told me that I would be here, holding the most exquisite woman in existence...I would have told them with my pale, puffy lips that they were crazy.
Plans whirled through my head about tonight, and I vowed that I would make it memorable. I mean, who knew when this would all turn to shit? After speaking with Alice outside Bella's building, I sensed that her resolve was wavering...and I just wasn't sure what she wanted to do anymore, and I knew in my balls that this was probably going to be my only opportunity to be with Bella. It wasn't as if I could just brush Alice under the carpet and pretend that she never existed...she was my sister and a big part of my life. I was running my life now, and as much as I hoped that Alice would stop interfering in it, I had no fucking clue as to what to do next. But hey, I'd winged it up until now, so maybe things would somehow work out.
At least that's what I hoped.
I watched as she slept peacefully, a half smile dancing crossing her lips as she sighed and rolled away from me, giving me the opportunity to slide out of bed without disturbing her. Grinning at the thought of the evening I had planned, I walked out of the bedroom and headed for the bathroom, opening the cabinet door after having recalled seeing a bottle of lavender massage oil there when I sought out her first aid kit upon my first visit here. My earlier fantasy of seeing Bella oiled and naked on her bed played through my mind as I picked it up and placed it on the sink, my dick twitching at the very idea of using this to lubricate her delicate skin. Jesus Christ, even when I fantasised about her, my dick rose to immediate attention.
I took a leak before my swelling dick got any worse and washed my hands, staring at my face in the mirror as I turned off the faucet and ran my damp hands through my hair. I laughed as I attempted to tame my growing tresses, feeling a combination of relief and surprise that I was able to allow somebody else to touch a part of me that I had felt so insecure about in the past. And not only had Bella touched my hair, but her actions made me realise that she'd touched something much deeper. Bella had touched my soul, breaking down my well constructed walls...proving that I was a changed man, unrecognisable in every sense of the word. As I stared at my flushed, excited face, I noted that my eyes were bright and filled with anticipation. I had never seen myself look this...happy. Satisfied. Fucking cock-sure. It was as if I was looking into the eyes of a complete stranger...but fuck me if I didn't like what I saw.
I picked up the oil and made my way into the living room, the orange hue of the setting sun giving me an idea. On top of her bookshelf sat four pink candles of varying size and shape, and next to them lay a book of matches. I knew that they would help set the mood for what I had planned this evening.
I gathered the candles and matches, and brought my booty into the bedroom. I smiled as I opened the drawer to her bedside table and placed the candles and oil in there, throwing Alice's book and the toy on top of them in case Bella decided to delve into the drawer. She sighed once more, mumbling incoherently as she slept, and she looked so fucking adorable that I had trouble leaving her alone...and that was after a whole afternoon of never once keeping my hands off her. God, I just couldn't get enough of my angel/devil!
Reluctantly, I left her side and found my way back into the living room, picking up my jeans and boxers and smiling as I picked up her robe and hung it on the back of the dining room chair. Knowing I needed to get the inevitable over with, I pulled my phone out of my jeans pocket and glanced at the screen. Huh. Well that was odd. No messages from my sister. I was sure that she would try to call or at least text. Perhaps she understood what I had been trying to tell her since this whole thing started, and was finally leaving me alone. Unbelievable as that thought was, maybe she'd finally grown a conscience. I decided to send her a text, just to test the waters and make sure she was okay. She was, after all, still my sister.
Hey, are you still alive? - E
No reply followed. I figured she was either sleeping off her hangover, or that Jasper was keeping her otherwise occupied. I cringed at that notion, but at the same time if I had to imagine anyone putting the stones to my sister, I had to admit that Jasper was a pretty decent choice. I actually liked the guy, as irritating as the prick was.
I slipped on my boxers and jeans, put my phone away and headed for the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door. In some plastic containers I found shrimp, mussels and calamari rings, along with a bulb of fresh garlic and some fresh oregano.
As I perused further, I spotted a bottle of white wine on the bottom shelf and wondered if she was in the mood for a wine after her previous evening's exploits. It wasn't as though I wanted to get her drunk, as I knew I could probably have my way with her anyway, so I'd just see if she was up for it. Besides, I didn't want her passing out before her demonstration of her dream. I groaned softly as I recalled what she had told me about her dream, my dick twitching in agreement that it was seriously fuck-hot.
I went to the cupboard and spotted a can of tomatoes along with tomato paste and a packet of fettuccini. The sauce would be easy to prepare, and so I set about preparing the seafood, humming a non-descript tune under my breath in contentment as I shelled and washed the seafood and got out some saucepans.
I busied myself with preparing the meal, quickly sautéing the seafood and garlic in some olive oil, and then adding the sauce to simmer while I began to boil the pasta. I felt a strange high as I worked, loving the fact that I was preparing dinner for her. It felt so nice to be on the other end of things...to be the one to look after somebody instead of being on the receiving end. And there was no doubt about it, I more than cared for the girl and as my feelings washed through me, I felt my smile widen further and my humming become louder. With the meal all but plated and served, I switched everything off as my phone buzzed in my pocket. "Finally," I whispered, relieved that Alice had answered my message.
Yes I'm alive...just. Are you alone? – A
I'm alone, but don't get any ideas. I'm still at her place. – E
Of course you are. - A
Lose the sarcasm Alice. - E
Sorry. Have you told her yet? - A
Not yet. I'm trying to find the right moment. – E
Boy, was that a huge-ass whopper of a lie. I hadn't even contemplated if I was going to break the news, let alone when. I was kind of otherwise occupied.
Oh I see...getting your dick wet first just in case then? – A
None of what I do with Bella is of any concern to you. – E
I know. Sorry. Listen, I think that if you can wait, give it till after the conference. – A
Why? – E
That way she can still finish her article. – A
I hesitated, and as I considered her suggestion, I knew that the timing had to be right. Of course, she was thinking a bit more clearly than I was...what with my cock doing much of my thinking for me these past hours. Besides, I really hadn't given a timeline to any of this...so waiting until after the conference suited me just fine. What a fucking piece of shit coward I was!
"Two more days of this? I think I can handle that," I whispered under my breath, pushing away my thoughts of self-loathing as my fingers tapped out an answer.
Alright dear sister you win. I'll leave it till after the weekend. - E
I'm getting there at 8. You'll need to be there by 9, so bring Bella by then. You remember where it is, right? - A
Sure do. See you on Saturday. – E
Just as I sent her the final message and put my phone away, Bella emerged from her bedroom dressed in virginal white, wearing a tiny cut-off t-shirt and lace boy leg panties. Was she seriously trying to kill me here? Another message came through, but I chose to ignore Alice's usual farewell, not wanting to risk Bella seeing who the message was from.
"Hey," she croaked as she stretched her arms in the air and limped towards the kitchen, yawning as she made her way over.
"Hey yourself," I answered softly as she neared me, her hands snaking their way over my shoulders and fingers weaving around my neck. "You okay to walk on that ankle?"
"I'm fine," she answered as I bent down and gave her a slow burning kiss on the lips, closing my eyes and groaning into her mouth while she ran her fingers through my hair. My hands reached down her back and ran across the sliver of exposed skin between her panties and shirt as I slid my tongue into her mouth briefly.
"Hmmm...so soft," I murmured against her lips as her hands fell to my shoulders and to my biceps.
"Hmmm...so hard," she giggled in reply as she darted her tongue out and ran it along the inside of my lips, her hands firmly gripping my biceps before one snuck down and grasped my semi. "And such a fucking man-whore," she added, her laughter low and sexy as her eyes locked on my tattoo.
Her hand left my dick and caressed the tattoo, and she let out a lingering sigh as she studied it. I could just picture a tattoo adorning her lower back as I fantasised about licking her inked body. "I'll fucking man-whore you in a minute!" I growled as my mouth found the column of her throat and my hands slipped underneath the elastic of her pants and squeezed her firm ass.
"Warming up for the spanking demonstration later, huh Caveward?" she asked in a flinty voice as she threw her head back, all the while my mouth attacking her skin.
"Oh" – lick – "yes" – suck – "I am, Bitchella. I think you'd really get off on the pain thing. In fact, I think that you getting a tattoo right here would look fucking hot!" I added as I released my mouth from her throat and my hands rubbed their way upwards to her lower back and stroked the soft skin there.
"Oh you do, do you? And what, dare I ask, would you suggest I get inked across the top of my ass?"
"Something subtle...something like 'Edward's ass – hands off' would suffice," I said with a smirk.
"Jesus Christ, you really are a Neanderthal, aren't you Caveward?" she quipped, clacking her tongue in mock disappointment. "Not only are you arrogant enough to get your own fucking initials inked on your arm, you think you can mark me with your name as well? Why don't you just get it over with and piss on me then club me over the head while you drag me off to your cave by the hair?"
I threw back my head and let out a loud laugh and confessed, "It's your fucking fault! You're the one that brings out the feral animal in me!"
She laughed and yawned at the same time, her eyes glancing at the food, reminding me that she needed to be fed. Fuck, I was so easily distracted around this woman!
"So let's get you fed so I can have my wicked way with you." I released her and turned around to give the sauce a quick stir before I felt her arms wrap around my waist, her breasts flush against my back, her hands gliding across my skin. Her mouth found its way across my shoulder blades, causing me to grip the spoon tighter as her fingers lightly brushed over my abs and moved up to my chest.
"Well something does smell great, so I guess I could eat. What's cooking anyway?" she queried as I heard her inhale the aromas that hung thickly in the air. And that wasn't the only thing hanging thick in this kitchen.
"Fettuccini marinara," I croaked in the worst Italian accent that I could muster.
"Mmmm...sounds delicious," she moaned and as she held me closer, I put the spoon back in the sauce and spun around, my hard-on brushing against her leg.
Not as delicious as you.
"It's pretty easy to make. I'm sure that even you couldn't fuck it up," I joked as my lips found her jaw and worked their way down the column of her throat, where I proceeded to suck hard on her skin, marking her as mine this time. Fuck, she was right! I was a Neanderthal!
"Oh really? Do you doubt my mad cooking skills? I'll have you know that I can boil water without burning it!" As I continued to attack her she added, "And do you mind not sucking so hard on my neck there, vampire boy? I really don't want to have to explain a hickey to the boss tomorrow."
Reluctantly I released her skin with a loud pop, and she rolled her eyes and gave me a sexy smile. "What? I'm vampire boy now? I noticed those ridiculous vampire books on your shelf, along with the trashy romance novel in your drawer. Way to read deep and meaningful stuff there, Swan."
She smirked at me and raised one eyebrow, as if she was gearing up for battle. I had to admit, that when our conversations turned venomous, it really did turn me on.
"And what stuff, pray tell, is on your bookshelf at home? Oh hang on, do you have a home or do you live out of a cardboard box?"
"Cardboard box?" I laughed, realising that she was asking me about where I lived. "Perhaps tomorrow after your meeting I can show you how big my cardboard box is," I suggested, waggling my eyebrows as I underhandedly attempted to secure further time with her.
"We'll see." She snorted in response to my innuendo, and asked sarcastically, "So, what literary greats does your giant-ass cardboard box collection contain, you deep thinker you?"
"I do admit to having my fair share of books of shame in my collection, but I do draw the line at lame-ass vampire stories," I quipped, leaning in once more to nip at her neck. "Who the hell believes in vampires that have sparkly cocks that light up in the sun, but not under a fucking lamp anyway?" I added as I bit down on her soft, warm skin.
"And if you haven't read the books, how the hell do you know so much about them...hmmm vampire boy?" he asked challengingly as she pulled away and stared at me with an arched brow and a wicked smile.
"I'd have to be living under a rock not to see something about them in the papers...and don't get me started on how many bits of the movies they replay over and over again on TV," I complained with a chuckle.
"Yeh well, whatever. Anyways...I'm starving, so feed me now, would you asshole?" she demanded as she left my arms and got out some plates while I reached into the fridge and retrieved the bottle of wine.
"Well since you asked so nicely, how can I refuse? Can I offer you a little wine to go with dinner, whiney whinerson?" I asked with a snort as I waved it around.
"Ugh! No thank you very much!" she griped.
"Come on then Bitchella, let's go eat," I replied with a wink as I put the wine away and got out two bottles of water before I plated the food.
We ate in comfortable silence at the table that had become my favourite piece of furniture, inhaling our food as we replenished ourselves, Bella's moans of approval never ceasing to excite me. I could get used to feeding her like this every fucking day of the week. My thoughts then turned to what I stood to lose now, and as I finished my food and inhaled my water, I realised that as much as I wanted it to be otherwise, this...this situation, was only ever going to be temporary.
"I guess I'll just have to make the most of it," I mumbled as I put the empty bottle down on the table, at the same time my head snapping up as I realised I said it loud enough that she could hear.
Fuck.
"The most of what?" Bella asked as she placed her fork on the plate and patted her stomach.
Okay...think Cullen! Oh for fuck's sake, what's the use?
"The most of this," I answered, for once telling the absolute truth. I had to try and make her see that this couldn't be forever. Perhaps telling her how things were going to go would help ease the pain that I knew I was going to inflict on her after this coming weekend was over.
"You mean...what happened between us?" she asked, her eyes widening.
"I told you that sooner or later I'd hurt you. I'm just giving you fair warning, Bella. I'm more of an asshole than you'll ever know."
"Tell me something that I don't already know!" she laughed, throwing her head back. I shot her a disapproving stare in response. She was taking this so casually. Perhaps she didn't feel the same way and I was just a fling after all. After all, I had already sensed her doubt when we touched on the subject earlier, and as much as I was relieved that Bella was behaving like she didn't give a fuck, meaning that she may be hurt a bit less, I felt more than a bit wounded at the same time. Jesus. I was thinking like a girl!
"I wish I could," I mumbled.
"Oh lighten up, Cullen!" she snapped as she got off her chair and climbed onto my lap, looking intently into my eyes. She appeared to lose her train of thought for a moment before she added, "Look...like I said before...this is new territory for me. So let's see...there's your place tomorrow, then we have commitments at the conference this weekend. Oh and then there's Em's lauch, and then...that's it."
"That's it?" I squeaked in a small voice.
Is this woman trying to drive me insane? I cleared my throat in response and waited for her to clarify, and sensing that I was still slightly panicked, she added, "What I'm trying to say, is that I think that we should agree to not put any pressure on any of this and try to go with the flow a bit...okay?"
"Okay...yeh...sure," I answered vaguely, unable to figure her out while my own feelings of hurt clenched at my heart. I didn't want to come across as needy, so I gave her a shrug and forced a half-assed smile, silently telling her that my little panic attack was over. Of course...truth be told, I was far from done panicking about anything to do with this particular situation.
"Now stop being such a fucking sourpuss! Don't forget that you have a massage to perform, and I'm not exactly easy to please," she said with a wink and a wicked smile.
"How could I forget when you keep reminding me every five fucking minutes?" I answered, my dick suddenly twitching underneath her. She kissed my nose and swung her leg off my lap before turning to pick up the dishes and take them into the kitchen. "Your ankle does seem a lot better," I commented, noticing that she was barely limping any longer. As much as I was relieved that her ankle was practically healed, I missed the idea of having to help her out.
"Guess so. Your hands must possess supernatural healing powers," she added with a snort as she rinsed the dishes and filled the sink with water and detergent.
I stood up and followed her to the kitchen, and found myself standing at the sink behind her. I pressed my chest against her back and reached around to stroke her arms, my hands slipping against her skin as they made their way into the hot sudsy water. I kissed her cheek and said, "Well I'll have to use them more often then...get you all cured. So, can these healing hands help with the dishes?"
"Sure, sure," she sighed as she laid her head back onto my chest. I groaned as my hardening member pressed into her ass, causing her to stand up straight and say, "Oh, no you don't Cullen! No more action until after my massage...and only if it's done to my satisfaction. Then, if you're a good boy, we can conduct our little demonstration."
"Bitchella, you of all people know that I'm anything but a good boy," I whispered through her hair as I stroked her skin under the water.
"You got that right...Bad Boy Cullen!" she chuckled.
We took twice as long to do the dishes, but I'd never enjoyed washing up so much before. As the evening began to close in, I took Bella's robe off the back of the chair, handed it to her, and instructed her to go take a shower and meet me in the bedroom. I tried to recall every detail of my massage at the spa administered under the strong hands of Cruella, hoping that I could repeat at least some of my experience for Bella.
I grabbed a bowl of hot water and quickly made my way to the bedroom, placing it on the bedside table. I opened the drawer and got out the plastic bottle of massage oil, placing it in the water to warm before I quickly rushed back out to the linen closet to get out a few fresh towels and grab my t-shirt. I headed back to her bedroom and glanced at the clock radio, noticing that it had button labelled 'sounds of the ocean'. I pressed on it, and the sounds that came from it were perfect...distant sounds of seagulls intermingled with the gentle, soothing sounds of the ocean. I lay the towels on the end of the bed before I put on my t-shirt, trying desperately to set the right mood before Bella finished her shower. And then, an idea suddenly struck. I decided to play the part of a Swedish massage therapist, and see where that little fantasy would take us both. Not only would it make things interesting, it would perhaps avoid too much heavy conversation and help keep the mood light. I smiled to myself, my idea causing me to do an internal happy dance as I got out the candles and matches, strategically placing them on each bedside table and one on the top of each bedpost before lighting them one by one.
As I made my way around the room and lit each candle, I let out a chuckle as I listened to Bella singing off-key while she showered. American Idol candidate she wasn't. And then as I thought more about it I realised that it didn't matter what I found out about her...her every quality was nothing but endearing.
Once done, I put the matches in the drawer, stood at the end of the bed and waited for a few moments before I finally heard Bella turn the shower off. I stood there and listened intently, and within a few minutes, I heard the bathroom door open and watched as she appeared at the door, her perfect body wrapped up in that robe. She limped into the bedroom, gasping as her smiling eyes took in the sight of the room before fixing themselves on me. "Welcome, Miss Swan. I am your masseur, Sven," I said in an accent that sounded an awful lot like the Swedish chef from The Muppet Show.
She blushed and let out a tiny giggle before clearing her throat and making her way to the bed before speaking. "Well, Sven, how do you want me?" she asked, batting her beautiful eyes at me. My dick gave her performance a standing ovation.
Holy mother of God! In every way possible!
I felt my throat tighten and as I attempted to clear it and continue to play my role, I took one of the towels in my hand and gently laid it on top of the duvet. "Remove the robe, place this towel over you and lay face down here. I will give you some privacy and be back in one moment," I answered and as I picked up the other towel and handed it to her, my mouth felt suddenly dry as I tried my best to keep up my ridiculous facade. I listened to my terrible excuse for an accent, nearly losing it as the words I spoke left my lips. Now my half-assed attempt at a Swedish accent was some sort of hybrid mix of about ten different languages. I decided in that moment that it was probably best for me to speak as little as possible, or else I'd either end up breaking character and rolling on the floor in a fit of laughter or I'd end up attacking her...yet again.
I walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, took a leak and washed up while trying to compose myself. I moaned as thoughts of her lying there, waiting for me danced through my mind, and figuring I'd given her plenty of time, or more because I couldn't wait another moment longer to see her sprawled out on her bed, I took a deep breath, opened the door and returned to the bedroom. I bit my lip hard as I caught sight of her tiny body stretched out on top of the towel, the candlelight making her skin glow. My eyes began at the top and worked their way down. Her head lay to the side on her pillow and her hair was swept up in a clip, giving me access to her neck and shoulders. My eyes followed the beautiful string of pearls that was her spine as shadows danced over her skin in the flickering candlelight, until they arrived at the top of the towel which sat teasingly above her ass and completely covered her legs. Seeing her laying there that way...well it was all just so irresistible.
I swallowed thickly as my cock already strained against my jeans, and I wondered how it was at all possible for me to survive the next hour without tearing off my clothes and ravaging her. I closed my eyes and inhaled heavily before I made my way towards the bed and straddled her legs, picking up the oil and squeezing a generous amount into my hands.
"I've warmed the oil up just for you, Miss Swan," I whispered, my accent now sounding Irish as I put the bottle down and sat up on my knees to get better access to her upper body.
Bella let out a combined laugh and sigh as I briefly rubbed the warm, slick oil between my hands, the smell of lavender permeating the room as I placed my hands on her back. "This is what you smelled like the first time I met you," she whispered as I tentatively began to move my hands over her warm skin. "Well that, and that terrible fake tan lotion."
"Well, us massage therapists often practice on each other," I answered, my accent now laughable.
"Mmmm," she moaned, ignoring my pathetic attempt at being Sven the massage therapist, and instead giving in to the sensations. As I spread the oil over her warm skin, she closed her eyes and her body began to relax. I ran my hands over each shoulder and worked my way over her shoulder blades and in towards her spine. Her silken skin was unlike anything on earth, and the combined scent of her strawberry body wash mixed with the warm slickness of the lavender massage oil made for one hell of an aphrodisiac.
Deciding that I didn't want my hands to leave her skin wherever possible, I picked up the bottle and squeezed a generous amount onto the middle of her back, causing her to flinch and let out a soft hiss.
"Relax," I encouraged in a smooth voice as I placed the bottle back in the water to keep warm and ran my hands down each side of her spine, rubbing my thumb between each vertebra, feeling a knot here and there as I worked my way downward.
"You have much tension, Miss Swan. Is something troubling you?" I asked with a supressed snicker.
"Well, can I be frank with you?" she asked as she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at me.
"Your name's Frank Swan?" I chuckled as I briefly stopped and leant over and caught her eyes within mine. "Or do you mean you're hiding franks and beans under that towel?" My accent now sounded like a mixture of German and Irish.
"Do all you men have to be so irritating?" she asked with soft laugh as she rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, Frank. Please, continue."
"Ugh!" she groaned as my hands dug into her back and worked on a particularly large knot, effectively stopping her from thinking of a venomous retort. "Anyway...You see I know this guy...this guy who's decided to make a career out of irritating the living hell out of me. He's quite the asshole bastard. He's also mysterious, elusive...and deflects things away from the subject of him when I try to find out anything remotely to do with his life."
"Are you sure about that? Perhaps he's just...misunderstood," I answered as my thumbs worked in a circular pattern, ironing out the knot that was to the right of her spine about half way down her back. "Or, perhaps he just wants to keep you at a distance to avoid hurting you." This conversation was becoming way too serious, so I focused on massaging her deeper to see if I could distract her.
"Oh fuck yes!" she growled in a low, husky voice as her eyes closed once more, her body giving into the sensations that my touch was eliciting.
Bingo!
"Does that feel good?" I asked, losing the accent.
"Mmmm-hmmm," she answered as I drove my fingers deeper into her muscle tissue, and I swear the moan that tumbled from her sweet lips made her sound like she was having an orgasm.
"Oh yes, you like this, don't you?" I groaned, eliciting a soft whimper from her lips.
"Yes," she groaned as my hands massaged her lower back and worked their way to the edge of the towel. My fingers brushed against the towel and inadvertently pushed it down, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Fuck," I mouthed softly in response as the top of her ass was exposed. As much as I desperately wanted to have my way with her, she was enjoying the sensations so much that I didn't have the heart to stop. For the next twenty minutes, her beautiful mouth let out the most delicious noises as I worked my way up and down her back. Her breathing deepened and slowed as I finished doing her back, kneading the knots out of her neck and shoulders. "I'm going to do your legs now," I said softly as I picked up the oil and made my way down her body, resting my ass on my heels.
In response she nodded her head once and let out a sigh, and I realised that she was in fact falling asleep.
I picked up the towel and folded it back up her body, leaving it draped over her ass, knowing that if I caught sight of it, I'd be done for. Jesus, with the erection that I was sporting, I'd jump her bones even if she was fucking unconscious!
I gathered the bottle of oil and poured a generous amount over one leg, and then the other, picking up her good leg and massaging her foot and each toe, before working my way up her calve and thigh muscle, gently massaging, and then massaging deeper as her moans became more insistent. I repeated the same with her other leg, being careful with her sore ankle, and I realised as I explored her body that I was discovering spots that caused more of a response from her, including her feet and the backs of her knees. Interesting.
"All done," I said finally as I finished massaging her legs, but there was no reply. All I could hear were soft snores escaping her lips.
"Bella?" I asked as I got off the bed and sat by her side.
"Mmmm?" she replied incoherently before breathing in deeply and then letting out a gush of air. Well, so much for her demonstration. I glanced at the clock, which read 9pm and realised that she probably needed more sleep, and considering the time was probably down for the count.
Knowing that she probably wouldn't want oil on her sheets, I got up and went out to the hall closed and retrieved another towel before taking it into the bathroom and soaking it in warm water. I squeezed out the towel and headed back to her still form and gently wiped off the excess oil from her body before using the towel that sat on her ass to dry her off.
"So good," she muttered as she rolled over onto her back, towards the edge of the bed, allowing me to reach over and remove the towel from underneath her.
"Yes, you are," I agreed as I stared at her luscious tits and perfect pussy, realising that she'd shaved it a bit shorter in the shower, her pink clit peeking out from between her folds as if to taunt me.
Get your mind out of the gutter and let her sleep, you fucking animal!
"Rest, Bella," I whispered as I covered her with the duvet, causing her to roll on her side and face the middle of the bed. I stood up and blew out each candle before I took the towels to the laundry and threw them in the hamper. Noting that my 'problem' still existed, I adjourned to the shower and turned the water on cold. I needed to get rid of this perpetual hard-on that I seemed to be sporting whenever I was around her, but didn't feel comfortable rubbing one out in her shower, or attacking her while she slept.
"Shit!" I squealed like a fucking girl when I got under the water and grabbed the soap, washing myself and watching as my problem began to slowly disappear.
When I returned to her room, she hadn't moved an inch. I removed my towel and hung it on the back of the door before climbing in behind her and draping my arm around her body. "Goodnight, Bitchella," I whispered as I closed my eyes and breathed her in, her warmth inviting, her soft snores and sounds of the ocean music to my ears as I drifted...
A/N: Hope you enjoyed all the fluff, because the next chapter is...well...not going to be fluffy at all! Things well...will be kind of falling apart...well...just a bit LOL. So, if you made it to the bottom and are still with me, please let me know you're out there, because you won't want to miss the next few chapters, and reviews make me type faster! It's a scientific fact! Thanks and see you bitches and bastards next time! Xx Lisa.