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Bella
Edward's first blowjob transpires after our fifth date on our favorite backroad.
I throw up afterward, so it kind of ruins the moment, but still.
I tell him I'll spit next time.
We laugh it off, and he pulls his pants up.
That's the same night Edward touches me for the first time, underneath my pants.
It's glorious and better than every single dream I've ever had.
If I weren't possessive, I'd cast and mold his fingers for sex toys, but no other woman will ever experience them. Not if I have anything to say about it.
Edward tells me he loves me and kisses my cheek because I just blew chunks.
He refuses to leave my house until I've gone upstairs and brushed my teeth.
He presses me against my front door and kisses me breathless, leaving me panting and wanting more.
When I find my bearings and go back in the house, Dad's hanging up the phone.
"You have an appointment at noon tomorrow. Esme will pick you up from school."
