Chapter 5: Bella's Release
A/N: Here is where it begins to get a bit steamy(literally and figuratively) in the shower. Continue at your own risk. Heh. I'm not going to go all hardcore yet though, even though some people might be clamoring for it already. LoL. For now, it will be mostly tame expressions, and such. I'd prefer to ease the reader into it, and you will definitely notice the evolution of the writing style until it pretty much gets to the hardcore stage. But it will be a gradual transition. Hope you all don't mind. It's just my preference. I didn't want this to be a smut story right off the bat. But it is rated M for a reason, and that reason will become apparent enough in future chapters. *wink*
The next morning I awoke in Edward's arms again. It was so safe in those arms. I couldn't imagine a more comfortable place to be. Being beside him, and feeling his strong arms wrapped around me was simply heavenly for me. My face was cuddled in his chest, and I sighed contentedly, as I often did when I woke up with my Angel beside me. My hands moved slightly, rubbing against his cool chest. I could feel its icy hardness, and it caused another little sigh to escape my lips. Edward moved slightly under my touch. He knew I was waking up, and I knew he would want to see me open my eyes. He loved to watch me sleep, and then finally wake up. How he passed the entire night just laying with me, and watching me...I couldn't fathom how boring it must be. He didn't see it that way, of course. For him, every second with me seemed to be a constant sort of fascination and wonder for him. He once remarked that watching me sleep was fascinating. I could relate to that I suppose. I know Edward didn't need to sleep at all, of course...but how many times had I lost track of time just staring at him? More times than I could count I realized.
My eyes blinked open finally. I could tell the sky was overcast today, but the muted light was enough to make Edward look perfect as usual. I gazed into my love's radiant topaz eyes, and stifled a yawn. Edward looked at me with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
"Good morning my love" he welcomed me to the new day. I continued smiling at him, hypnotized by his melodic voice.
"I love you Edward. So much..." I said in reply to his good morning, and held him closer to me. I used all my strength to close the gap between us. I felt his hands in my hair once more, as I pressed myself against his smooth body. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to leave his arms. But I knew I had to. Soon it would be time for another human moment, I thought ruefully.
"I love you too Bella. I'm not complete without you." he said matter-of-factly. I knew that he meant it.
I removed myself from his embrace, and grabbed my bag of toiletries. I looked at him longingly, not wanting to leave him. "Curse these darn human moments..." I joked, and shook my fist playfully in the air as I looked up towards the ceiling. Edward snickered at that.
This time, I remembered to take a change of clothes with me. I gathered a pair of creme colored pants, and a black t shirt. I moved to my dresser and opened my underwear drawer. I cast a casual glance in Edward's direction, but he was looking out the window. I began to imagine him standing in my place yesterday, his hands opening this drawer. What would he have seen when he opened it? I'd never paid attention before of the contents, and shuddered as I began to open the drawer and pretend I was seeing it from Edward's point of view.
I gulped to myself, as the contents came into view. How dreary. How boring. How very bland it was. Wow. Was every pair of underwear I owned either beige or white!? How had this happened I wondered to myself! I am a senior in high school, with an extremely hot boyfriend, and my intimate apparel looks like an explosion of beige and boring, rather than hot and wild! It figured that the only decently sexy pair of undergarments I owned had been a gift from Alice. And I hadn't even worn them until yesterday! No wonder I hadn't felt sexy before. How could I feel sexy when I clad myself in these things! Change the sizes on the underwear and it may has well have belonged to an 80 year old grandmother! I grimaced, and scolded myself internally for ever allowing this to happen.
I gather a white bikini brief, and a white bra, and stuffed them on top of the pile and walked to the bathroom in my own silent misery.
Once in the bathroom, I closed the door and began my bathroom routine as usual. After my morning breath was defeated for another round, I began to undress. My pyjamas fell to a pile on the floor, and I stared at myself in the full length mirror of the bathroom. I placed my hands on my hips, and turned from side to side. My eyes took in the Aqua fabric covering my most intimate areas. Huh. I didn't look too bad in this bra and panty I realized. My thoughts drifted to Edward once more. What would he think if he saw me now, wearing the bra and underwear he'd selected. The thought caused my pulse to race. My hands moved of their own accord, and ran across the silky blue bra. I cupped my one breast lightly, and then moved my hand in a slow circle. The silky material felt cool and soft against my fingers, and I could feel my nipple hardening under my own attentions, and my lusty thoughts. I was imagining Edward now...his icy fingers caressing me through the bra. I wanted that. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, and have his tongue trace it's way down my neck and to my bra. I wanted to feel his cool breath on my chest, causing it to heave with anticipation of what was to come.
I shuddered as I imagined Edward's strong but gentle hands reach around me, and work their magic on the clasp of my bra. As if mimicing my thoughts, my arms moved around and undid the clasp. I shrugged a bit, and gravity took over. I felt the straps glide down my arms, and the bra fell to the floor with barely a sound. I looked in the mirror at my exposed chest, and my fingers ran over my one nipple and then the other. I shivered involuntarily as I watched goosebumps form on my pale skin. I remembered Edward's confession yesterday that although he was a vampire he was also a man. Yes, he was a man, and I was a woman. I wanted us to be one...in every sense of the word.
My hand trailed down my stomach, and lingered over the waistband of my panties. I was excited now. I didn't need to see the damp patch on the blue silk to know that I was extremely aroused by the idea of thinking of Edward doing all these things to me. My fingers brushed across the fabric, and I moaned slightly at the intimate touch. Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I moved to the shower, and turned the water on. I was hoping that the spray of water against the curtain and bathtub would drown out any other sound that I would make. Confident that the background noise was adequate, I began to rub my fingers over the panties more forcefully. I moved up and down slowly at first...tracing my slit through the fabric. Another sigh escaped my lips.
"Oh God Edward, I want you to rub me..." I admitted out loud for the first time. My voice was little more than a whisper, and I was sure he would not hear me over the roaring water of the shower. Even though no one could hear me, I felt the heat enter my cheeks at my own lusty confession. My hand was moving in a smooth rhythm now, up and down the ever darkening fabric. I knew my juices were running freely now. My hand slid underneath the fabric now and I felt the slickness of my center on my frantic fingers. I couldn't take much more of this. I needed release. And I needed it soon.
In a flash, the soaked panties were off, and kicked to the side. I leaned back on the vanity with my legs spread slightly. The steam from the still running shower filled the air, making the mirror all but useless now. I didn't care about that. I didn't need to see anything. I knew what I needed to do, and where my fingers needed to go. I looked down at my glistening slit, and guided my fingers to my labia. I spread my pink folds, and felt my warmth envelope my fingers. I began to move my finger in and out. Oh God, it felt so good. My body was trembling, and my knees were already buckling and I'd only just begun. My breath was coming in gasps now, as I felt my finger penetrate myself again and again.
A second finger joined the first. Oh my...I could feel my inner walls stretching to accomodate the increased girth of two of my fingers. I had delicate fingers, but I still was extremely tight. My walls reflexively tightened on my fingers, reluctant to let go. I hooked my fingers slightly searching for my secret spot. I found it in no time, and with each thrust of my hand, I could feel my fingertips pressing against it. My fingers pumped in and out furisouly now as my thumb rolled over my exposed clitoris. My eyes closed tightly as I continued to assault my clit and my very core with my hand. My fingers were a blur now...frantically pumping inside me...searching for that wondrous release I needed now more than anything.
"I need you Edward. I want your fingers inside me...I want...." I began in a muted whisper. I had to give a voice to what I needed.
"I want to cum Edward. I want you to make me cum" I admitted out loud for the first time. My heart went into double time at hearing myself voice these desires, and I could feel the pleasure release inside me build. It wouldn't be long now. Thoughts of Edward flooded my mind. His scent. His eyes. His hands. His chest. His fingers. His mouth.
I imagined the thought of his tongue on me. His luscious lips assaulting my own most private ones. I wanted to feel the icy cold tongue play across my clit, and his fingers exposing me completely, so he could probe deep inside me. I wanted his tongue inside me...searching...licking...tasting...loving...
"Taste me Edward....Oh God...taste me...please... I want....I need....to cum in your mouth Edward...!" I begged the perfect Angel in my mind now. I wanted to flood Edward's mouth with all my desire. That was it. I could feel myself spasming around my fingers. Time seemed to stand still as the pleasure in my body concentrated to one definite point, and then seemingly exploded outward. My body was wracked with a sense of pure bliss from which I thought I would never recover. Slowly though, I began to come down from my natural high. At some point, my legs must have given out under the waves of pleasure because I found myself sitting on the floor, blinking unbelievably at the intensity of the orgasm I'd just experienced. My fingers were still inside me, and I pulled them out slowly. My whole hand was soaked, and although the shower was still running behind me, I could plainly smell my sex in the air. It absolutely filled the bathroom. My excitement seemed to permeate everywhere in the tiny room. I shot a nervous glance at the bathroom door, and wondered if Edward could smell the evidence of my "adventure" from my room.
I didn't have time to lose, I realized. I jumped into the shower quickly, and poured about athree times as much shampoo into my hair. I lathered it up, and let the strawberry essence flood the room, as I worked fast on my skin. The soapy washcloth was a blur as I searched out every inch of my exposed skin, and tried to wash away the scent, and any other trace of my previous excitement. I couldn't be sure how long my "playtime" had lasted, but I had to make up for lost time now. My normal 20 minute shower or so would now have to be condensed into 5 minutes or less.
Finally, I shut the water off, and stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. I felt better immediately. The bathroom smelled like strawberries. I was clean. And hopefully no one would be the wiser about my umm...release. I was feeling embarassed about that actually. I know it's natural and all that, but it was not common for me to do it. I always felt guilty afterwards. Today was no different. I couldn't spend any more time thinking about it though. I put on my boring everyday bra and panties, and my pants and shirt, and picked up my discarded pyjamas and underwear. I made my way back to my room, and Edward was still waiting patiently for my return. I shot the clock a casual glance as I threw my clothes into the hamper. It was 8:52. I'd left my room at about 8:20 or so. Okay so like a half an hour. Longer than my normal routine, but still nothing for Edward to wonder about. It wasn't like I was in the bathroom for an hour or anything!
I sighed though. 8:52! Darn...Alice would be here to pick me up at 9 am! And one thing about Alice...she was never late. Especially when it involved shopping. Only 8 more minutes left with Edward, I sighed. I had told Edward about going shopping with Alice today. I didn't tell him the real reason of course. He assumed that she wanted to go, and that I was just tagging along because she was my best friend. He knew I didn't like shopping, so it wasnt hard for him to assume that nothing was out of the ordinary. At once I was again thankful that mine was the only mind that Edward could not read. But he could read Alice's though! Oh no - if he finds out my plan, he might not let me go. He'd go on and on about my safety and how it was irresponsible and potentially dangerous for me to pursue a physical relationship beyond kissing. Ha! It didn't seem so dangerous yesterday. Okay, well I did faint, but that was my own fault, and nothing to do with him. Well okay, it did have to do with him, but you know what I mean. Hmm...I could see this argument not working on him.
I heard a honk from the driveway, and instantly knew Alice was there, and waiting impatiently for me. I gave my best impression of looking resigned to spending a boring day at the mall with Alice. Edward laughed.
"It will be okay." he assured me as I softly kissed his lips and said goodbye. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard Edward call back to me.
"Yes Edward?" I answered. What had I done now? Forgotten my jacket? Left my purse upstairs? Nope...I had both.
"What are you and Alice shopping for?" he asked me slightly confused.
"Umm...I dunno?" I made it sound like a question. "Why?" I asked him back.
"Because Alice is translating 'War and Peace' into Italian in her head..." he answered annoyed. He hated when people purposely blocked him from their thoughts. He thought they were hiding something. He was exactly right, I realized with a grin.
"You'll find out soon enough I guess..." I called to him as I bolted to the black Mercedes waiting in my driveway...