Chapter 7

He takes the tiny scissors and goes to look down. "STOP!" I cry out. I'm ready to die of embarrassment. "Don't look at her, please."

"Bella, I can't do it if I don't look. Really, honey, it can't be that bad. Don't be embarrassed, okay?"
I close my eyes and figure it can't be that bad. The 70's went by and everyone survived those muffs. He should survive mine.

A hairball or two never hurt anyone. Maybe I can convince him that the bush is coming back in style.

I exhale sharply, ready to ask him when he says, "Relax, Bella, I'm not going to hurt you."

The way he says it makes me feel as if he's talking about more than just giving Heather a trim.

He looks down, and I cover my face with my hands. I can feel the tears pooling in my eyes and just as they are about to spill over I feel the lightest touch of a finger caress my pussy.

I feel a warm gust of breath before Edward says "Hello, Heather, I'm Edward. You really are very pretty, I'm going to be giving you a little trim though, just so I can see you better, appreciate your true beauty."

The fact that he's both taking to my pussy and calling her by name makes my tears turn to tears of laughter as I start laughing harder than I've laughed in a while.

"Bella," he chuckles. "I don't want to cut you honey, you gotta stop laughing."

I sober immediately, I don't want anything to come between him and I doing anything, and cutting Heather would lead to that stopping.

He painstakingly cuts the dark curls covering my mound blowing gently to remove the strands so he can see. Once he's cut the hair down, he puts down the scissors before kissing me gently again.

He wets a washcloth under the hot water flowing from the tap and using the cloth rubs all over Heather. I swear I can hear her purr, but then realize it's me. He lathers up some shaving cream and smears it between the apex of my thighs and even on my inner thighs. Thank goodness I hate swimming, I would have looked like I buried Chewbacca down there.

He nudges my legs open further and picks up the razor. "Thank you for trusting me to do this, Bella."

His voice is so soft and soothing, I almost forget what we're doing. Almost.

I can feel the gentle rasp of the razor against my skin, the feeling is both arousing and slightly terrifying. I've never had anyone but myself and a professional down there for this job. I'm kind of worried about it going badly and ending up with a trip to the ER.

Alice is going to have a field day with this one.

Edward is very gentle though, pulling my skin taut before running the razor along my outer lips. In between, he rinses the blade of the razor under the water.

Before I know it Heather is bare, just as she likes to be. Edward rinses the blade a final time, before grabbing the washcloth and running it under the water and using it to wipe away any left behind shaving cream.

Wordlessly, I pull Edward into a hug, and kiss him, letting the tears fall down my cheeks. This is the most intimate thing I've ever experienced with another person in my entire life.

It's weird that we only met a week or so ago, yet this feels like we've known each other forever.

"Thank you," I whisper against his neck.

"Thank you for trusting me," he says, so sincerely, that the look in his eyes takes my breath away.

Whatever I thought of him before is obliterated and replaced with something akin to love. Rationally, I know that's not possible, but it is what it is.

I watch as Edward steps out if his pants and underwear, and takes my hand, pulling me toward the shower. "I wanna make sure we get all the shaving cream off of you," he says while turning on the water.

I nod, shifting from one foot to the next, my hand in his. "Makes sense." Heather probably smells like Old Spice right now and the last thing I need is for her to develop some nasty infection. That'd be tragic as she's just gotten a fresh haircut.

I watch Edward step under the spray, droplets of water cascading down his chest making him look even better than he did before. As if that were even possible.

Heather twitches, reminding me that I don't have to just stand here and look, I was invited to touch, and dammit I plan on doing a lot of that.

Stepping inside the shower, I join Edward under the spray. The water is warm and feels amazing on my tense muscles. I can feel the stream of water cascading down over my chest and below to where I now have newly exposed skin. After three years, Heather feels all ticklish and brand new.

I like it.

Especially when Edward's mouth covers mine and his fingers thread through my damp hair tilting my face up. Our kisses are sloppy and wet, but his hands are gentle on my skin as he explores my body.

The pads of his fingers make a path down, down toward the promised land and I can't help the whimper that escapes my lips when he finally makes contact, grazing the back of his fingers over my now bare pussy.

He slips his fingers between my folds and I purr like a cat. At least I'm not imitating the screaming banshee. Yet.

His finger feels fantastic swirling around my clit. Heather is the one purring now.

He moans into my mouth and his lips leave mine, only to trail down my chest. Taking one of my nipples in his mouth he continues to stroke Heather. The feeling is pure bliss. Now that all the hair is gone, every touch is intensified tenfold.

He lowers himself to his knees, gently nuzzling my belly button with his nose. The sensation makes me shudder, with want, in appreciation. He's being so gentle with my body, exploring me, taking little licks and grazing his teeth softly over my skin.

He grasps my left leg, by the thigh and spreads me open, placing my foot on the ledge of the tub. Heather is weeping with want. She wants his lips and his tongue, his fingers.

He obliges enthusiastically.

He removes his finger and licks my clit, I moan and shake. He hums appreciatively telling me I taste good. He then nuzzles his nose against my clit; it's a sensation I've never felt before. It's like he's speaking directly to Heather, and doing whatever she tells him to.

He circles a finger around my entrance, dipping it in slow and shallow. My hips thrust out to meet his digit but he pulls back, causing me to whimper with frustration. He chuckles against me and I gasp at the sensation.

I grab his hair and pull, causing him to grunt. In a blur of lips, teeth and tongue he attacks Heather like a starving man in the desert, or you know, one of the contestants on The Biggest Loser.

He inserts a finger inside me and it's like the sky opens and rain floods down, but it's really just Heather weeping with joy. She hasn't had any fingers inside her except for my own in three years now. She is a very happy kitty.

It isn't long before I'm screaming his name and tugging his hair harder while riding his face.

Best. Orgasm. Ever.

He brings me down slowly, removing his fingers and sucking my taste off them. So hot.

My leg is still trembling from the effects of my orgasm, and I bring it down off the ledge. I grab his hand and pull him to stand.

Okay, so maybe he does most of the work, I'm not that strong.

I digress.

Once he's standing I attack his mouth with my own. I'm literally licking myself off his lips and sucking my taste off his tongue when I should be grossed out but it's really fucking hot. He must agree because with a guttural groan from him I find myself pinned up against the shower wall.

I hiss and my back arches from the change in sensation from the hot, steamy water to the frigid cold of the wall. He mumbles an apology into my lips.

I can feel him nudging at my entrance, and I'm thankful I've kept up with my birth control because there is nothing that can stop me from letting his pirate plunder my village … except the thought of the way we met, which puts a screeching halt to the festivities.

"Wait, Edward, wait!" I cry out and he stops, panting heavily.

"What's the matter?" he asks.

"Well we both know I'm clean, and I'm on the pill. But I was just wondering, you know, when was the last time you were tested?"

He puts me down on my feet and I want to feel bad, but I can't really. I have to protect Heather at all costs.

He blushes before saying, "I haven't had actual sex in six months Bella."

I look at him, shocked. "But, I heard you!"

"No," he says looking really embarrassed. "You heard Tanya."

I must have a really puzzled look on my face because he sighs before saying, "Bella, come on, you saw the size of the dildo she had, do you really think she let Rob anywhere near her vagina?"

I'm confused. Who the fuck is Rob? Was she fucking someone else too? What a slut.

But then it dawns on me that he's referring to his cock and I laugh. I don't mean to, but Rob? Did he name it after that hot vampire guy?

He kind of glares at me. I can't stop the laughter though. I stutter out an apology and he shuts me up by attacking my mouth with his. My laugh turns into a moan as his tongue finds mine. Once I'm fully into the kiss, he pulls back abruptly.

"So yes, Bella, I'm clean. I've been tested. We could move this into the bedroom though, get a condom if you want."

Oh Hell to the no. There is no way I'm doing it in a bed that skankasaurus was in!

I tell him as much and he lifts me against the wall again. I'm grinding and writhing all over his dick. I'm trying not to think of him naming it Rob, since I think Heather would murder me in my sleep if I did anything to stop her from getting some.

You know, if your vagina could come to life and kill you that is.

Edward positions himself at my entrance again and before either of us can back out of going any further, I impale myself on his cock. We both moan. He feels like Heaven inside me. Heather and I are both weeping for joy.

We set a good pace, working together, both chasing down our release.

"I'm not going to last very long, Bella," he whispers against my mouth. "Do you think you can get there?"

I reach down between us and start rubbing my clit while he's looking down between us.

"Fuck that's hot," he says, picking up the pace.

It isn't long before I'm screaming out yet another release. I slump down against him as he finishes. His legs wobble and I'm afraid he might drop me. I unhook my legs from around his waist and plant my feet on the ground.

My legs are shaking, Heather is aching. But it aches so good.

He kisses me tenderly on the lips before grabbing the bottle of body wash from behind me. Lathering up his hands, he starts to clean my body. Taking a cue from his book I grab it and do the same.

When I reach his abs, I look down and giggle.

"What's so funny?" he asks.

"Nothing."

"Bella, when you giggle while looking in the direction of a man's cock it doesn't make him feel very good about himself," he states with a huff, folding his arms across his chest.

"Well," I start angling my head down and looking up at him through my lashes, "it's just that I noticed Rob needs a bit of a trim. You helped me with Heather. I figured I could return the favour."

"Oh no," he says shaking his head rapidly back and forth. "No way, honey. I don't need your help. You crazy girl."

He grabs me and rinses us both under the water. Shutting it off, he grabs a towel and wraps it around me, then tugs me out of the shower and leads me to his bedroom.

He then throws me on the bed and grabs a t-shirt out of the drawer and tosses it at me. I put it on as he pulls on a pair of boxers. Walking over to the bed he encourages me to lay down, crawling in behind me. He then spoons me and kisses the back of my head.

While Heather is content and sated, Edward is behind me with Rob nestled against my backside, we drift off into peaceful sleep.