Yeah I'm lying, but I don't want Charlie to be overprotective as much as he was before this happened. Edward fled the room immeadiately and Charlie was still yelling at me.
I almost cursed at him, but he kept on nagging and nagging and nagging, so I just cut him off.
"OK, DAD, I GET IT! I could get pregnant, get STD's, blah blah blah! Now SHUT UP AND DROP IT ALREADY! Besides, I need a shower, so GET OUT!" And then I slammed the bathroom door closed.
I heard Charlie and Jacobs furious stair steps go downstairs to watch the game again.
Edward was sitting there with a merely excited look on his face to continue our pleasure, in the shower. Oh...Yeah...
I took my clothes off in front of him, showing him my nice body, and he took off of his clothes. Then we entered the shower and then turned the water on.
Next thing you know, we're continuing where we left off before our pleasures were RUDELY interupted. Edward went inside of me, less gentle than last time. I moaned in pleasure and pain, then flicked him on the side of his neck.
"Sorry, sexy," he moaned, as he's reaching his orgasm due to me reaching mine.
I was holding onto the handlebars as Edward pleases me, for there was a lot of action in between us, especially with the steamy water running, hitting our sexually frustrated bodies.
Minutes later, Charlie knocks on the bathroom door, asking me why I'm moaning. I lied to him innocently.
"I fell down on my soap bar after I dropped it," I shouted.
"Oh sorry, Bella. You ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
"Ok." Then he goes back downstairs.
A few minutes later, I felt something random on my wet core. Maybe his hip or thigh.
I whisper, "Edward, keep fucking."
Edward says awkwardly, "Bella, thats not me. That's your soap bar."
Stay tuned for chapter 3.