Hello, darlings. Here I am, as promised, with another chapter.
This one is extremely explicit, like super M lemon. If you don't like lemmons, perhaps this story is not for you, as I guarantee there will be more to come in future chapters.
I will update the next chapter in a few minutes as well, as I think it goes hand in hand with this one.
Stay safe and enjoy!
SILVER
Chapter 13: Our first time.
Bella finally decided to stay the night, much to Paul's pleasure. He'd promised to behave, and he meant it. As hot as she was, and as much as he wanted to be buried inside her, he respected her, and if she wasn't ready, he'd wait until she was. In the meantime, he could kiss her and hold her, and that was enough for now.
Paul volunteered to get Bella's bag from her car, much to her protests. She could do it. "I know you can, but I want to do it." Well, if he wanted, who was she to deny him the pleasure. In times like this, she hated to make comparisons, but her breakup with Edward was too fresh not to do to it. Edward did most things for her without allowing her to do it herself. She knew he didn't do it to be controlling, he had good intentions, but it could be suffocating to be constantly under vigilance, both under his presence and under Alice's watchful visions.
In these few days that she's been with Paul, she was free to be herself, to do what she pleased. She knew the difference rested on two facts: one, Paul let her be herself, and two, Paul had his own life and responsibilities. He couldn't be 24/7 with her. As bad as it sounds, Edward didn't have a life on his own or any responsibilities to attend to. That's why he was so threatened by anyone who approached her. He would say they didn't have good intentions, but she would doubt that sometimes.
Paul came back quickly with her small bag and set it on the bed. "Do you want some privacy?" This was new territory for him. He had sex, not feelings, nor relationships. What was he supposed to do now? He knew what he wanted to do, but she had taken that card off the table.
Bella thought about it for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity to him. She hadn't worn her good panties and bra, just to go unseen. The fact that they couldn't have sex didn't mean they couldn't have fun differently.
Apparently, she was putting second base on the table again.
She gathered her bravery and closed the distance between them. She always felt confident around him to say whatever popped in her head. "No. I want you to kiss me." She pushed her bag off the bed under his watchful stare.
He didn't miss a beat, closing the distance between their lips, kissing her wildly as always. He poured his passion and his feelings for her into that kiss. Just like the second time they kissed, he gathered her thighs, helping her jump and tangle her legs around his hips. He walked to the bed without stopping the kiss.
She kept her legs tangled on his hips while laying on her back on the bed. This wasn't a new position between those two. They had ended like that a few times before calling it off before they went beyond what was comfortable for her. But this time, she didn't stop him. In fact, she started kissing beyond his lips. She kissed his neck while her hands traveled down his back and rested on his ass. She had the urge to squeeze his butt. Instead, she decided to tell him what she had wanted to do when he showed her his butt tattoo.
"You know, when you showed me your butt tattoo, I wanted to slap your butt." Paul barked out a surprised laugh. She was too much sometimes.
"What stopped you?" He asked on her ear.
She closed her eyes, adoring the sensation of his lips on her ear.
"It was too soon for that." She whispered.
"What about now?" Now, his lips were on her collarbone, and she was having trouble concentrating.
How was the saying? An action is worth more than words? She squeezed his ass, bringing his hips closer to her. She noticed she wasn't the only one affected. He was clearly affected. And she was going to remedy that for him.
Her hands started undoing the buttons of his shirt, and once this was off, she started getting busy with his shorts, but his hands stalled her.
"Baby, what are you doing?"
"I want you." She said.
"And I want you too, badly. But you said you weren't ready to have sex." He was amazing.
"And I'm not. But second base is not sex." Her smile was mischievous. He loved that smile. It turned him on like crazy when she smiled like that.
"Thank God!" Second base was back on. Would this be a situation that could be repeated over time before sex? He certainly hoped so.
Bella laughed at his neediness. "You are good for my self-esteem." She said jokingly.
This didn't sit too well with him. He raised his frame, leaning on his palms, resting at each side of Bella's head. "You have no idea, do you?"
The seriousness in his voice was such a contrast to his erection pressing on her. "About what?" She managed to say. Why were they talking? Less talking and more action, boy!
"You are not only smart and kind, but you are also very hot." No one's ever called her hot. Smart and kind, she heard all the time, but it was also absurdly rewarding to hear this guy call her hot. He knew what was going through her mind. "You nearly killed me when I saw you in these shorts when I opened the door." Huh, who knew a pair of innocent shorts would have this effect on him.
"Show me." She pleaded.
"Gladly."
This time it was his turn to take off her shirt. When he saw her pink lace bra, he nearly orgasmed there. For him, she was the hottest girl on earth. He loved her a lot, which was why it was easy for him to accept any timeline she wanted for any physical activity. At the end of the day, he wanted what she'd said she wanted: companionship, passion, love, respect. Sex was important, yes, but that didn't guarantee him that she would be his forever.
He kissed above the bra, but it was not enough. "Can I take it off?" He asked gently, inwardly wishing like never before for a yes.
"If you don't do it, I'll spontaneously combust." She groaned when he complied immediately.
He started touching her breasts, twirling her nipples with his fingers, and squeezing them like he'd fantasized about for weeks. Bella could only moan and grab the sheets under her fingers.
He noticed her state and decided to venture downward with his hands. Now, his hands were replaced with his mouth, and his hands were now undoing her shorts and sliding them off with her panties. He had her naked in his bed, finally.
He slid one hand to her pussy, pinching slightly and rubbing her clit. His erection was becoming painful, but he was enjoying having her naked again. He could take care of his erection later.
Bella's moans and groans were music to his ears. Her hands were on his head, guiding his movements on her breasts (which were addicting to him).
"Tell me if this is too much." He slid two fingers inside her, causing her to moan louder and arch her back. She was so close to coming undone. His fingers inside her felt so amazing, so good. He started pumping in and out, and Bella's eyes almost crossed.
"Don't stop." He didn't stop. He kept pumping in and out his two fingers while his lips traveled all her body. Was it possible to feel hot and worshipped at the same time? She could feel his love on the way his lips kissed hers or on the way his hands caressed her body. She didn't need him telling her he loved her all the time because she could feel it. Did he feel it too? Her love? Did she show it enough to him?
"Fuck, yes!" She screamed when her orgasm hit her. It didn't consume her completely, but it had been way better than the first one he gave her.
He grinned at her. He was going to roll over to her side, but she managed to catch him with her legs. "Where are you going?"
He looked confused. He didn't know how to answer that question. He'd gotten her off, and that was enough for him if she didn't want to move forward.
She didn't understand why he'd roll over, they were having too much fun, and he hadn't even come off. She was going to remedy that.
"Roll on your back." She ordered softly. He complied, too startled to say anything.
She undid his shorts and slid them off him. "Do you always go commando?" She asked suddenly.
He snorted but answered, nonetheless. "Yes."
She made a sound that was a mix between a groan, a moan, and a high pitch sound. So hot.
"Tell me how you like it." She ventured while grabbing his cock on her hands and started going up and down on his shaft.
Paul cursed and hit the bed under him. The feeling of her hands grabbing his dick was beyond anything he could imagine. He grabbed her hand, showing her she could tighten her grip and accelerate a little; then, he released her hand, and she continued alone.
She wondered if guys liked girls that not only masturbated their dicks, but also played with their balls. She tested it, and Paul let out a series of cuss words in English and Quileute. She felt powerful. She had done that.
What if she put it in her mouth? That was the point she was least eager to try, but she was so hot and turned on at the moment that she would do anything.
She leaned down and took him on her mouth, following the same rhythm she had followed with her hands.
"Jesus Christ, Bella." She smiled with his dick in her mouth, and all he wanted was to take her and fuck her senseless. "Like that, baby." He showed her how he liked it. It was so fucking intense. This was something he didn't imagine them doing. Especially when she said she wasn't ready for sex. This was not second base, this was out of the park or whatever baseball metaphor there was for out of this world.
She bobbed up and down, played with his balls, and grabbed the base of his dick with one hand. She was sucking him off and playing with his base at the same time.
Who said she wasn't ready for this man? He was the hottest, sweetest there was. And he gave incredible orgasms.
She let him go with a pop and hurried to her bag. All her doubts were gone, wholly rendered useless by these events. She grabbed the box of condoms and hurried back to Paul before he had any chance to process what was going on.
She showed him the box, and he nearly cried. "Are you sure?" This had been beyond amazing, and if this was all she wanted for today, he was more than okay.
"One hundred percent." It was not the hormones talking or the heat of the moment. She was sure. She wanted him inside her, now.
He grabbed the box, opened it, and pulled out one of the condoms. He opened it and offered it to her to put it on him. That was just him fulfilling a fantasy. He'd thought it would be beyond hot seeing her put a condom on him.
She did masterfully, even stroke him a few times. She'd liked doing it. She'd enjoyed his face, his sounds. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her.
He rolled her gently on her back. For the first time, it would be better if he was on top. He aligned his cock with her entrance and pushed in, in one move.
She hissed softly but recovered quicker than she'd expected. She didn't trust her voice, so she moved her hips to show him he could move. And so did he. He started slowly at first, letting her get used to the intrusion, but quickly they both needed more, so he started thrusting faster and harder, grunting and moaning at the same time as she did. He lifted one of her legs and held it high, hitting a new spot. Judging by the sounds coming from Bella's mouth, she enjoyed the change in position and angle.
He lifted her other leg, changing the angle again, going faster and harder but still careful with her. The last thing he wanted was to bruise her or hurt her. At some point she pulled his head down and joined their lips in a wet kiss. He was grunting on her mouth, and she found that hot.
She fisted his hair when she felt her orgasm grow inside of her. Paul accelerated his thrusts which caused her to scream her release. He followed her a few thrusts later.