Ah…so I didn't get nearly as many reviews as I did for the first chapter so I'm not too motivated to write a long chapter, but I'll start writing and see how it goes…
EPOV
13 missed calls. 5 Texts.
Each time I make the mistake of checking my phone, the number of times Jessica has attempted to communicate with me increases. She's probably fondling her keys in her hands, debating about if she should drive down to the hospital or not.
I should be worried that she'll opt to evaluate the scene and be assured of my safety, but a part of me wants to get caught in a lie. The selfish half of my body hasn't dominated in years. Now it's feeding off my weakness and reappearing, making up for all the years I denied my desires.
Meanwhile, I also have to decide what to do about the Bella aspect. Currently, she's sleeping soundly in her bed while I'm sitting in her living room, destroying myself.
Groaning, my fingers type up a simple text message to Jessica that I hope will sate her fears. This situation doesn't need to get any more complicated.
I'm fine, I'll be home for dinner. –E
"Hey…what's wrong?" Bella joins me on the sofa with only her flimsy white bed sheet covering her beautiful figure from my view.
"Nothing, I just need to get out of here. A few of my patients are in critical condition and I want to make sure their stats haven't worsened." The lies roll so eagerly off my tongue.
My eyes land everywhere except Bella's face. It's strikingly obvious and from my rear view vision, I can make out the hurt expression on her face. I'm blowing her off. She's not an idiot. She knows there's no emergency at the hospital.
"Oh. So this is the part where you go on with your life right?" I'm too ashamed to answer her question. Instead, I cast my face down.
"I'm sorry, Bella." I manage to mumble, pathetically.
"It's fine. I mean, I'm just the mistress who possibly tarnished the trust in your marriage. There's no reason any pity should be bestowed on me." She chokes on her words and the incoming tears are evident in her glossy eyes.
I wish I could wrap her in my tight embrace and whisper promises of forever in her ears. But I can't. I'm married. Those mentioned promises are for my wife…or at least they should be.
"I don't know what to say.", Bella deserves my honesty, it's the least I can offer, "Last night with you wasn't some one night stand to me, Bella. I genuinely care about you."
"But you have a wife." She wipes a tear from her eye, the first of many. "I hate this. I'm not the girl who sleeps with the married man then begs him to love her and support her. This is way out of my norm. Mrs. Cullen is the best instructor I've ever had and I'm grateful for her. I never intended for this to happen. I didn't want to do this to her. She's given me so much and I slept with her husband…but I don't feel guilty. I can't honestly say that I regret what transpired between us. It was beautiful and you made me feel an emotion I've never experienced prior."
"I believe you." I assure her, "I feel the same. If this was another lifetime-"
"Don't say it. Please." Bella pleads. "I can't hear that and still be able to function. I shared myself with you and opened up to you in a way that I've never done to anyone. I can't hear how you have a wife that you love…because I don't have that. When you leave, you can resume your life with your family. What do I have? Who do I have? Nothing, no one. And I don't mean to put you on a guilt trip- certainly not. I just…"
"You do have someone-you have me. I don't want to go permanently." My heart's speaking now; it has killed the ability for my brain to control my voice; my feelings for this woman are THAT strong. "I refuse to cheapen our night together by referring to you as my mistress or classifying our actions as a mistake. I love Jessica, I love our children. But it's not black and white. Normally, I'd advise a male to admit their error and move on. However, I have no choice but to acknowledge how you make me feel."
"I wish that were enough. Don't you see this is the typical situation? What you're seeking in me, is what you're lacking at home. I listen to you while your wife has heard it all before. I'm this new shiny toy to you. You've been deprived of real passion for years hence your immediate reaction is to have strong feelings for me since I am the one who satisfied your long-waiting desires." She's trying to push away her feelings for me, but I won't allow her to believe she's the result of a mid-life crisis.
"You're overanalyzing." I state. "Look, I'm not heartless and I am not even positive of the course I shall take. This is what I know: I love Jessica and her happiness is imminent. Still, I need to know you. I have to. Even though we will never be able to pursue a romance relation, that doesn't limit all our options."
"Friends then?"
"I'd love that." I answer honestly.
Her eyes shine with fresh tears.
It's not the answer she wants to hear. She wants me to tell her that nothing else matters but our togetherness. She wants me to scoop her up in my arms and make love to her again.
I don't.
I can't.
I want to.
Alas, I don't.
Rather I hold her in my arms as she cries. I break eye contact with her when she becomes hysterical at my departure.
Then I'm gone.
This isn't a movie. I don't realize my error and proceed to race back to her, peppering her face with gestures of my heartfelt apology.
This is real life.
When I arrive home, Jessica throws herself on me.
"Oh God, I was soo worried about you. I just had this awful feeling at the pit of stomach. You know my intuition and all." Jessica babbles.
Ah, her famous "intuition." The same intuition that led us to crash Irina's prom, because Jessica was absolutely positive she had secretly attended with a college boy. For the record, she had been incorrect- MAJORLY incorrect.
"I'm fine." I rub her back.
The actions that occur next are hasty. I'm not thinking properly, simply going with the mood of the scene. Jessica and I begin kissing voraciously. I tug her skirt down and rip her shirt open. She makes way with my clothes in the same animalistic manner.
The bedroom is much too far away; hence, we make do with the kitchen.
I'm not interested in making love or going slow. It's twisted, but I'd feel like I was betraying Bella.
Jessica doesn't seem to mind my ferocity in handling her. Quite the contrary- she actually LOVES my rough touches.
Once I pull my boxers and slacks down to my ankles, I bend Jessica over on the island, located in the middle of the kitchen.
I lean down to grant her bare neck with a little nibble of my teeth. Before she can react, I sneak my hand down and begin pinching her nipples, turning them hard instantly.
"Oh Edward, YES!" Her moaning increases as I enter three fingers inside of her. To intensify her pleasure, I rub my penis along her clit. Its hardness only adds to the feeling.
I shudder as she cums, screaming my name.
This was my peace offering to her in a way. I'm not sorry for being with Bella; I'm apologizing about that fact through this act of intimacy.
Gradually, I feel myself becoming limp though my usually hungry dick hasn't been fed in the slightest. Noticing my issue, Jessica sinks to her knees and welcomes my cock inside of her wet mouth. She begins to trace circles on my sac, but there's no improvement in my libido.
As she continuously resumes her ministrations, I close my eyes and imagine its Bella with me…her luscious, tight ass and even tighter pussy…
"MOM! DAD! UGH!" A woman's voice- who sounds like Irina- shouts in terror.
Jessica and I break apart immediately, the war cry scaring us half to death. I quickly pull my slacks back on, whilst Jessica lazily pulls on her outfit with a slight giggle on her lips.
"Oh c'mon, Irina. We're not THAT old. How do you think you got here?" Jessica questions with a smirk playing across her face.
"Ew, ew, and ew!" Irina exclaims. "Get dressed NOW, mom."
"Are you two going somewhere?" I ask, pulling my shirt on.
"Shopping dear. Forgive me, I forgot to tell you." Jessica apologizes.
"Hey, I hope you don't mind, but the door was open and-" I stop dead in my tracks as Bella enters the room.
My heart aches for her having to witness this. Between our crumpled clothes and Irina's distraught expression, it's not hard to conclude what took place only moments ago.
Jessica breaks the silence, "I'm so sorry, hun. I have to cancel our meeting today. I have prior commitments with my daughter."
"Don't worry about it." Bella's always so understanding.
"I feel bad…you know what? Edward is excellent at everything to do with literature. I've already read your piece and jotted down some notes and suggestions. It's on the coffee table in the sitting room, Edward can collect it. Then perhaps, give you some pointers himself." Jessica suggests.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to trouble him-"
"It's no trouble at all! Is it Edward?" Jessica looks at me pointedly.
"Erm…no. It's fine." I agree, defeated.
Jessica kisses my cheek and Irina gives me her doe eyes, begging for some spending money. She may be 23 years old, but she's still my baby. Also, I throw in an extra hundred for the rendezvous she unfortunately witnessed. That should erase her memory!
"So that's your daughter?" Bella speaks after Jessica's car pulls out of the drive way.
"Yeah. That was indeed Irina, my eldest."
"She's beautiful."
"Thanks." I smile.
"It appears you've patched things up with Jessica…"
"I'm so sorry you had to see that." I sigh.
"There's no reason to be." She assures me. "If you're not up for this whole revising ordeal- or if it'd be too awkward- we don't have to-"
"Nonsense! You left one of your notebooks yesterday by the way."
For the next 20 minutes, Bella and I converse over her article. It's centered on the public's fascination with the media and how detrimental it can be to the population. I was pleasantly surprised to discover Bella's skill for writing and persuasion.
"Thank you for doing this." Bella shares her gratitude.
"You're very talented Bella." She blushes at my compliment.
"I didn't sleep with Jessica. I couldn't." I state out of the blue.
"What?"
"I tried to make love to her and all my mind could think of was how wrong it was. And how much I wish it was you."
The regretful glances transform into passionate kisses. For the second time today, I find myself naked with a beautiful woman. Except this time it feels RIGHT.
I place Bella securely on the couch and lift her leg up to my shoulder, but she stops me. Instead, she flips us over so both of her legs are resting on either side of my waist.
I smirk at her choice of position, especially since it offers me the perfect view of her breast.
With a mischievous grin, she lowers herself onto my penis. I almost orgasm the moment her pussy sheaths me inside of her. And when she starts interacting, I am forced to literally bite down on my lip to continue on.
"Oh Edward, this feels too good." Her pants increase as she moves up and down on my throbbing length.
I lick my lips as her tits bounce with her every move. My hands snake up her sides- earning a shudder from her- and they grab unto her twins, squeezing them as she grinds her pussy down on me.
"Try bouncing on your feet, it will increase the sensation." I groan, wanting this too feel just as amazing for her.
She heeds my advice and her bulging eyes and open mouth tell me I was right.
"Fuck, it's too much…feels sooo good….Edward." She moans incoherently.
I thrust my hips up more and it does the trick- Bella comes around my dick, trembling madly.
I'm not finished though. My hips pound into her even more intensely and my fingers draw hearts on Bella's clit.
"Cum with me baby." I demand.
And Bella delivers. Oh does she deliver!
The sneaky girl turns into a sexual prowess and messages my balls as I pay extra attention to her sweet spot.
We climax in unison, chanting each other's names with a mix of profanity as well.
Afterwards, there are no words that can be exchanged. Nothing deems appropriate for the occasion. We hold on to each other as we regain our normal breathing patterns.
She kisses my nipple innocently. Except it's BELLA- my dick begins to yearn for more.
Lightly, I trail kisses down her chest, paying extra attention to her perk nipples.
"Baby, we can't, we need to clean up before they get back…" Bella's actions don't support her pleas- she laces her fingers in my tangled hair.
I ignore her; opting to massage her mound with the palm of my hand. She pumps herself closer to my hands, desperate for any form of friction. Her moans egg me on; they're the equivalent to music in my ears.
"Wait, seriously, Edward, stop!" She says, startled.
I look up at her, slightly aggravated that she won't allow me to please her.
"Your phone's lighting up, it says you have a text." She points to my cell which is seated on the coffee table.
To ease her fears, I flip it open. My heart stops beating at the contexts of the message.
Be home in three minutes. Am looking forward to resuming what we were so rudely interrupted doing. ;) ~J
My head darts up to the wide glass window. There I see Jessica's car pull into the drive way.
SHIT!
Thoughts?
Do you like Edward or do you think he's your average pig?
Do you like Bella or do you think she's a slut?
And what are your thoughts on Jessica?
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