It's been so long! I do apologize, life has been hectic. SO, here's another mini chapter!
Disclaimer thinger: I dont own the things that are in Twilight and blah blah blah. Luckily-Pauls peen isn't in the Twilight series.
When one turns into a werewolf, supernatural speed is one of the many perks that come with the deal. Being able to move in speedy blurs, beat anyone at racing, excel amazingly at sports-all good things. It also comes in handy with a certain clumsy imprint knocked a glass over three different times within the time span it took them to eat breakfast the morning after their first night together. Luckily, Paul caught it every time.
That being said- the previously mentioned glass was rocking and tilting its way to the edge of the table as it shook, and even though Paul could easily reach over and snatch the glass from its impending doom...he couldn't seem to give a fuck about it. He found the fact that his cock was buried deep inside his imprints warm, tight pussy to be far more important. That, and the reason the glass was quickly chasing it's own shattering death was because Paul was fucking Bella towards her very own shattering release.
Paul and Bella had woken up that morning with the ease of a couple that had been in love for decades-he helped her up, let her take a shower alone, just in case she needed to think, and then hopped into the shower when she was out, finishing just as she finished breakfast. She sat comfortably in his lap as they took turns eating off of the same plate and feeding each other between bites. Bella almost destroyed their orange juice, and Paul saved it.
Bella offered a movie, and Paul was all for that plan. Until Bella bent over the table to pick up an apple slice that had gone awry when she tossed it at him, and Paul could see that she was in fact not wearing panties under the little shorts she put on. Within seconds those shorts were down around her knees, and Paul had his cock stretching his pretty little imprint back open.
This brings us back to the present-Bella's hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white as she held on, needing something to anchor her as Paul pounded his hips into hers, his hands burning deliciously into her skin as he gripped her hips, since Paul had something of his own to hold onto.
Bella was in absolute heaven. Her cheek was pressed against the now warm wood of the table, a thin sheen of sweat covering her body and his, legs spread wide as Paul took her from behind, over the kitchen table. In her mind, it no longer served its purpose as a great place to sit down for a family meal. It now only registered as being the perfect height for her to bend over, her toes barely able to brush the ground, and exactly the perfect height for Paul to be able to thrust into her, and pound her so hard that the table honestly might shatter beneath her.
She couldn't help the moans and squeals that poured out of her-the guttural moans, and the shocked peaked tones leaving her were out of her control as Paul worked her body into absolute bliss. It's like he already knew everywhere on her-where to kiss right behind her ear, how she loved when her grabbed her hips, how a new gush of liquid leaked out of her when he rocked his hips up into that spot.
Speaking of that spot-Paul loved how she clenched around him when he hit there, and it was his personal goal to hit it with every, fucking thrust.
Oh dear god did he reach that goal. Bella's eyes flew open as he kept thrusting his length inside of her, one of her legs bending, her toes pressing against his thigh in a little kick as he pounded right there, and in three wet sounding, deep thrusts-Bella's world shattered with a ear piercing scream, and white covering her vision.
Paul's lips curled into a satisfied smirk through his own moans and grunts, his hands sliding over Bella's soft, curved body, his massive hands covering her tiny pale ones as he grips the edge of the table with her and grinds deep inside of her, filling her with him as her walls quivered and shuddered through her release, bringing him crashing to his own, a choked off moan leaving him as he pressed his lips against that spot on her neck, and emptied every last drop inside of her.
The rest of the day Bella and Paul lazed around the house. Bella cleaned up and Paul helped, they watched movies together, they made out successfully through half an hour of Die Hard, and fell asleep with Bella tucked between the back of the couch, and a solid wall of Paul.
At some point Bella woke up to a gray tinted room as the sun set, and Paul whispering to her.
Paul was pressing kisses to his imprints cheeks, eyes, and lips, barely whispering, "I'll take care of you, you're my everything Bella, I promise to take care of you"
A barely awake Bella drifted back to sleep, and Paul quietly slipped out of the house to go run patrol, with a much more content wolf contained in his skin.
A sore but content Bella woke up when the sky had turned black and as she stared up at the popcorn covered ceiling, she decided Paul deserved someone that tried, and though Jacob, and Paul had helped her- she had to finish healing herself. That, and she also decided that dresses might be a good idea to wear around Paul, her shorts didn't stretch that much and it was a pain to get them down her legs so that she could lift her leg up for him.
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