Chapter 12

Edward couldn't stop staring at her breasts.

Technically, he couldn't stop staring at the bra covering her breasts. He had moved them both up to the couch instead of the floor. She was in his lap again because for some reason he didn't quite understand, the ability to touch him made it better for her. Which was exactly the opposite of what he'd assumed, but she was constantly surprising him, so why would this be any different?

He didn't mind, of course. Any part of her body that wanted to touch any part of his was a goddamn gift. But Edward was dying to unwrap her.

"I want to see you," he said, softy grazing her breasts. He looked into her eyes, as he slowly reached around to the clasp of her bra. If she told him no, he would stop, but thankfully she didn't. She simply nodded, giving him permission. And Jesus fuck, the sight of her, bare from the waist up as she straddled his lap, was almost his undoing.

Her breasts were gorgeous.

Full and firm, with nipples that were larger and darker than he expected. And Edward liked that very much. Raw lust coursed through him, and his cock jumped painfully. She felt it, her eyes widening, and immediately she clenched her legs, pressing down hard against him.

Fuck.

"Bella, baby, please," he rasped. "Don't move."

He fought to regain control with all the strength he possessed, and he was certain it wouldn't be enough. Between the sight of her, and those nipples he wanted to kiss and lick and suck until they were as hard as his dick, he was going to come before he ever got a chance to be inside her.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, attempting to move away. But he stopped her, holding her tightly against him.

"No," he told her. "At least, not in a bad way." He kept her against him as he settled. Deeply breathing in her scent, he marveled at what it felt like to hold her partially naked body this close.

"There is pain that's not bad?" she murmured against his throat. "I'm not sure I think that's true."

He laughed quietly, not wanting to break the little bubble they'd somehow slipped inside during the last few moments. "Did you like it when I bit your neck?"

"That was…" She squirmed.

"Yeah," he said. "That. Only for me, when you do…well, what you're doing right now, I love it. But sometimes, it's too much."

"Is it too much right now?"

"No," he said, running his hand up her side and over the side of her bare breast. "It makes me want to do this."

He slowly pushed her back, his eyes wandering to her chest. She was still, but not tense, and Edward couldn't stop himself – he had to kiss her there. Had to know what her delicate skin tasted like. And fuck, she tasted good. He brushed his lips against the swell, his tongue sliding down to the tender flesh next to her ribs.

Her little whimpers encouraged him, so he cupped her other breast, before gently pinching her nipple until it puckered and hardened to a perfect little point.

God, her body was just as responsive as he imagined it would be. With as much restraint as he possessed, he gently licked the tip of her nipple, but the taste of her flooded his senses, the sounds she made urged him on, so Edward took her fully into his mouth. Not just her nipple that was textured with a million lines and crevices he wanted map out with his tongue, but the whole of her flesh.

He was like a man possessed as he sucked on her breast in long, wet pulls. And she was just as needy, he realized, as her whimpers turned to moans, her hands gripping his hair before making their way to his shoulders. He shuddered at the sting of her nails digging into his skin.

She was steadily rubbing against his dick, and realized he didn't give a single fuck if he embarrassed himself by coming too early because he wanted her to do whatever felt good. He was pretty sure he could make her come like this, with just his mouth on her breasts. And Edward wanted to make her come. Wanted to hear the sounds she'd make as she fell apart in his arms.

"You feel…" he rasped, licking between her breasts. He was overcome by the sight of her like that, all wet from his mouth. "I can't…it's never…"

"I'm sorry," she said, panting, as she stopped the motion of her hips.

"No, don't," he urged her. "Do what feels good. This – what you're doing – feels so fucking good. And I want to make you come, Bella. Do you think you can?"

"I don't know," her breathless response only serving to make him even more determined. "I've never…not like…"

"You've never come?" he asked, unable to hide the apparent surprise in his voice.

"No, I have…" she said, looking down and blowing out a frustrated breath. He didn't want her frustrated. He wanted her like she was a moment before, breathless and panting and dry humping his fucking cock. "It's just…"

"What?" Then, the realization of what she wanted to say hit him. "You mean," he said, his voice softer than before, "It's only happened when you…when you've touched yourself."

She nodded.

"Bella," her name came out in a gruff whisper. He pulled her face to his, and he kissed her.

He felt her melt into his kiss, and he knew what he needed to do.

What he was fucking dying to do.

Careful to hold her against him, he pushed her back until she was lying on the couch. He hovered above her, dragging his mouth down, first to her neck, and then her chest. He gently kissed her nipples, one, and then the other.

"You know you're safe with me, don't you." It wasn't a question, because the evidence of her trust was clearly displayed in the vulnerable position of her fragile body underneath him. "And you know that I never want to make you uncomfortable. I swear to god, Bella, I'd sooner cut off my own dick before I ever did anything to hurt you."

"I believe you," she said, and those three words sent his goddamn heart soaring.

His ran his hands up and down, gently grazing her sides before hooking his thumbs in the waist of her leggings.

"I'm going to take these off now."

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Bella was frozen somewhere between this ecstasy she'd never known and absolute terror at his words. But before she had any real time to consider what was happening, his mouth covered hers. His kiss was deep, methodical, relaxing her, even as it set her body on fire.

She could feel the soft fabric sliding down her legs, but as he kissed her, she found she didn't care. Not really. Not when she thought about what he'd just said – that he would never hurt her. She believed him then, the sincerity of his words had been nothing short of a vow. And even as he revealed the most private place of her body, she believed him still.

Edward would never hurt her.

He pulled back, kneeling on the couch between her legs, and stared down at her. Embarrassed, she couldn't imagine how she must look to him. She only knew how she felt – anxious, vulnerable, and exposed. Her heart pounded so hard and fast she could practically hear it in the quiet of the room. She nervously glanced up to his face, his expression unreadable.

"You're beautiful, Bella," he said, his words a balm to her nerves. He touched her face, his palm cupping her cheek as he dragged his thumb across her bottom lip. And then slowly, so slowly she thought she might die, his other hand stroked down her chest, lingering over her breast, causing her to jerk up toward him. Undeterred, he descended farther down, his fingers trailing over her stomach and the curve of her hip, and then, mercifully, he cupped her there. "And here, Bella. You're so fucking beautiful here."

She couldn't focus on anything except the feeling of him touching her so intimately, and she was letting him. Oh, god. It was really happening. She whimpered, simultaneously fighting the need to close her legs tight or let them fall open. She didn't have time to decide when she felt the tip of his finger slide up and down the slick length of her sex.

"I hoped you'd be just like this," he said, his own voice sounded just as breathless as she felt. "I could feel your heat on my cock through your pants, but Jesus, baby. You're so fucking wet. Do you always get like this? Or are you like this for me?"

"Oh, god," she moaned loudly, shockingly. Her own hands reached down to cover his, and she didn't know if she wanted to push it closer or pull it away entirely. It was too much. "Please."

"Shhh…" he hushed her, even as his finger continued its gentle exploration. "Let me take care of you, Bella. I promise I'll make it so fucking good."

It was his eyes, all needy and imploring, that convinced her to let him. So, she dropped her hands to her sides, clutching at the fabric of the cushions, as he gently spread her open.

"That's it," he said. "Keep your legs open for me."

He kissed his way down her chest and belly, as he touched her with more skill and understanding than even she had of her own body, but she tensed up when his lips covered her hipbone, wetly sucking her flesh there.

"What are you…" she whimpered.

"Let me," he pleaded, his voice as raw as she felt. "Trust me."

She felt his breath, hot and damp, before she felt his tongue. She cried out uncontrollably at the million sensations centered on that one tiny place that only she had ever touched. Her immediate response was to pull away, but the pleasure he was giving was too much to shy away from. And then she felt his finger, long and slick and pushing into her opening. Slowly at first, then steady and deliberate.

She was all raw need and anticipation, and there was nothing in the world except the feeling of his tongue licking against her most sensitive flesh and his long finger pushing inside her. He was relentless in his efforts, and Bella could feel herself falling over the edge of something scary and amazing, the likes of which she could never have known without him.

It all became overwhelming, her pleasure too acute, too intense to bear. Her feet pressed against the couch, and she couldn't stop herself from wantonly pushing up against his face, and he held her there as she shuddered, shattering into a million pieces.

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A/N

In case you couldn't tell, I think consent is hot as fuck.

Much love to Marvar, who has basically been editing filthy, dirty, awesome words for me for ten years. God, I've been leaving her little love notes at the end of chapters forever, and it will never be enough to thank her for all the time and energy she exerts on something for which I should honestly be paying her.

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