A/N: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. I just like to work them into a frenzy.
Thank you to my beta, kaydee1005. She is so patient with all the same mistakes. Thanks to my pre-reader, Padme-And-Anakin-4-Ever.
I am posting a day early, because...I want to! lol
Chapter 8-Encouraging
BPOV
We pulled up to my house, and I started squirming in my seat. I felt so naughty, but it felt so right with Edward. I really, really liked him, and I wanted to take the next step. I noticed that Angela was gone, and I was very thankful as Edward stalked towards me to let me out of the car. I stepped out and our mouths immediately collided.
Edward had me pushed against his car, grinding his hardness into me while we kissed and manhandled each other. I was completely lost in the moment, until I heard a throat clearing.
I turned around, mortified when I saw Alice standing there, tapping her foot with a knowing smirk on her face.
"I did not spend hours making Bella look nice just so you could ruin it, Edward."
"Alice!" I screamed at her. "Leave us alone, I can take care of myself." With that, I turned and led Edward upstairs, leaving Alice standing alone and shocked.
"I'm sorry about that, Edward. Alice always feels the need to take care of me. Now, where were we?"
Shutting and locking the door behind us, Edward took slow steps towards me with a gleam in his eye that made me want to jump him. When he reached me, we picked up where we left off, but this time he took me to the couch.
I was nothing but hormones—gasping, moaning, searching. We were laying on the couch making out like horny teenagers. I grabbed his ass as he grabbed my breast. We simultaneously moaned into each other's mouths and a new fire began to surge in my abdomen. I felt like such a whore.
The next thing I knew, he was on top of me, still kissing me, but now my shirt was unbuttoned. I still had my bra on, and Edward seemed consumed with my breasts. I giggled when he nipped at my nipple under my bra. It felt so good, and I wanted more. I went for his shirt, but he wouldn't let me take it off. I moaned my disappointment, so he sat up and removed it for me. He came right back to my lips. I didn't even get to see him, but I could feel him.
His chest, lightly covered in hair, was hard and muscular—perfect. Not too built, not too lanky. I leaned my head down and to the side as Edward's mouth moved to my neck, just behind my ear. I could see him now as I pulled back to take one of his nipples in my mouth and sucked on it. I was rewarded with a small bite on my neck. I couldn't help the goose bumps that covered me head to toe as the pleasure overtook me. Our moans were getting louder, and we started rubbing ourselves all over each other. I could feel his hardness, and it was harder than I could have imagined; I just hoped he couldn't feel how wet I was.
I wanted him, and I wanted him now. I reached behind my back and undid my bra. Edward watched me toss it onto the floor, and then his eyes raked over my bare chest. His eyes left my breasts and moved up to my mouth. His mouth immediately replaced his eyes as he grabbed and caressed both of my breasts. I couldn't help the whimper that came out of my mouth. I pushed him off of me until he was on his back, then I straddled his hips and began grinding on him. His hands cupped my face and he told me I was beautiful. The reverence in his voice told me that he was telling the truth. He admired me, all of me, as I slowly ground my hips over his hardness, and suddenly I needed the barriers between us gone. I reached for his pants, and began to undo them.
EPOV
Oh Jesus! I wanted her so badly. She was beautiful, inside and out, and she wanted me, of this I was certain. As I shamelessly rubbed myself all over her and felt her everywhere, I could feel the heat coming from her pussy. How could I stop this? I wanted it, but I didn't want to give her the wrong idea. My pants were being unzipped, and I couldn't stop touching her, tasting her. I wanted to taste so much more of her.
"Oh God, Bella! Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?" I gritted through my teeth, as I pushed my cock against her pussy—hard.
"Why, Edward, by the feel of things, I think I have a pretty good idea of what I do to you."
I just about came when she said that. I needed to reel this in, before I couldn't stop myself anymore. She felt so fucking good, I couldn't begin to imagine what she would feel like once I was inside of her.
"Bella, please, tell me to stop. I don't know if I can do it on my own, Sweetie. I want you so badly, but I am weak. I want to do this right with you, so fucking much."
She suddenly stopped, and her head dropped down. Oh shit, what have I done? She is going to hate me.
"I am sorry, Edward; I…I thought this is what you wanted?" Bella began to sit up, and I followed. She bent down to get her shirt and put it back on, so I did the same. I reached over and pulled her to me. She accepted my embrace and leaned into my chest, though completely embarrassed.
"I do want it, so badly. But, Bella, I want more with you. I don't want to treat you like an object; I want more than that with you. You are beautiful, and amazing. I still can't believe you would want this with me, I don't deserve you." Now it was my turn to be embarrassed.
"What are you talking about, you don't deserve me? I am nobody; I am plain and boring. I have a job meant for losers, and here you sit, all gorgeous, successful and rich. I don't deserve you!"
"Don't you dare say that, Bella. I know you don't see yourself the way I see you; I knew that the first time I saw you. But please, trust me when I say you are wrong about yourself. What I said was true. You. Are. Beautiful. And you are amazing, smart, and funny; and I know you are shy and scared. That is why I want to take things slowly with you. I mean it, completely, when I tell you I don't want anyone else, ever. I know it is too soon to be saying this, and believe me when I say it scares me to admit it, but something is just…different. Tell me you don't feel what happens when we touch."
I looked into her eyes, and saw the tears start to build. "Edward, I don't know how to act, I am not like this. But you make me feel confident, and you bring out this other side of me that I didn't know existed. You do that to me, Edward. You make me want to be myself. I won't say it doesn't hurt when you turn me down, but I do understand and respect your decision."
Her tears flowed freely, and I felt like a giant asshole for making her cry. I reached down and kissed her tears away. "Bella, I didn't turn you down. I want it as much as you do. Did you not hear anything I said? I want more than that with you. I want romance, I want…uh…Bella, if I ask you a question, do you promise not to laugh at me?"
She nodded, with a slight smile on her face. "Bella, I have never asked anyone this, and I know I am going to sound really stupid and childish, but…will, will you be my girlfriend? I know it is too soon, but…"
Bella effectively shut me up, mid-sentence, by slapping a wet, passionate kiss on my lips. My cock immediately stood to attention again, only this time, I was on top of her.
BPOV
Edward wanted me to be his girlfriend? I couldn't believe it; I responded the only way my heart told me to, and I kissed him—hard. He responded by leaning me back and grinding into me. I was so fucking happy at that moment; I could die a happy woman. I didn't care if it had only been a week or if it was corny, I did feel what he was talking about when we touched; I just never occurred to me that he could feel it too.
His lips and hands were all over me, and I couldn't stop replaying in my mind what he just told me about wanting things to be different with me. I could feel his hard cock pressing into me, and I knew we both wanted it. I wanted it so bad I felt like screaming it off the rooftops. I told him I understood and respected his decision, but now it was my turn to stop this before it went too far—no matter how badly I wanted it.
"Edward, we need to stop."
He just grunted and kept going. Oh GOD, I wanted him so much more when he made those kinds of noises. I couldn't help but giggle at him.
"Edward, this was your idea, remember?" Realization hit him, and his kisses slowed.
"Bella, Sweetie, I am sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Edward, I started it." Another giggle escaped my lips. "Please don't ever be sorry for expressing your feelings towards me. I do think it's time for you to go home though, your wishes."
He sighed, gave me an innocent kiss, and slowly peeled himself off of me, giving me more little kisses all over my face. "Alright, Bella, but can I see you again tomorrow?"
"No, you can't, I am supposed to go to my parent's house tomorrow. I do this at least once a month."
He snarled, like actually snarled. Oh my, I think I just got wetter.
"You can't see me, but I will call you tomorrow night when I get home. Is that alright?" I asked, hoping he would agree with me. "Plus, we still have Sunday."
"It's not like I have a choice, but I want to see my girlfriend every single day if I can help it. I don't want to let you go, Bella, I need you—so much."
"I know, but we can't always be together, even I know that. We still have to have our lives apart from each other." I was still blown away by how quickly this was going, but it felt so natural.
Edward shrugged his shoulders and agreed with me. I stood up to walk him to the door, but he just stood there, looking lost as he picked me up to eye level and gave me a tight hug. We looked into each other's eyes for what felt like forever, before he finally kissed me—a passionate, loving kiss. It was different from the other ones. This one held so much more emotion, rather than a physical wanting. I loved it and returned it with eagerness.
We finally ended the kiss, said goodbye one more time, and he was gone.
A/N: No cliffie this week, I couldn't do it to myself again, let alone you guys! I don't know how much longer I can stand the UST, but it does have to go on for a while, lol! I really hope you like the story. Don't forget to leave me a review!
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