Again, very gently I pushed my hips forward. Warmth and fire surged through the length of me, needled by Bella's impossible heat. Then slowly, smoothly, with more regular motions I gently rocked my hips.
Bella whimpered and moaned and warm wetness seeped out of her like honey. I could hear her heart knocking in fits and bursts inside her chest. The idea that I should stop ran through my head and was quickly dismissed. I finally had her here, something I had wanted for so long, but hadn't even admitted to myself. It was something that had evaded me for most of my existence. It was a desire that I couldn't identify up until now. Fulfillment was beckoning to me in the form of this amazing woman in my bed, on top of me.
And I was so profoundly glad to be blindfolded. Because her touch, her scent, the tiny sounds she made were already too much. My senses were on overdrive, and I was drowning in her.
And then Bella arched her hips and I was there. Poised at her opening. She wouldn't stop me; I knew that. I had no intention to stop myself. It was Bella's own heart that brought me back from the brink. She stopped breathing completely and her heart began to race as if it would pound right out of her chest. Every muscle in my body tensed at the sound. It was a heart pattern I'd heard only a few other times, but in a very different situation. And that's when I noticed my hands clenched over Bella's cheeks, in a firmer grasp then I'd ever used with her before. No, this was wrong.
I pulled Bella onto her back, and I braced my body over hers, my hands planted on the bed on either side of her. Bella wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling her body closer to mine, trying to close the gap again. But only after I heard her heart steady itself was I able to move.
"Bella, are you ok?"
"Not just ok."
I very slowly and very carefully lowered my head to her chest, searching out the soft swells of her breasts. It took being blindfolded to fully appreciate their taste and texture, the contrast of her hard nipples with the soft velvet feel of tissue surrounding them. I could taste the salty sweet excitement coming off of her skin.
My hand seemed to move of its own volition, and quickly made its way to her core. I stopped myself, marveling at the idea of being inside Bella. That only brought on another wave of desire, the desire to possess her completely, to fill her. Instead I took just the tip of my finger and ran it along her wet slit. Bella whimpered and moved her hips to meet my touch, driving my finger deeper inside of her. I inserted another finger and she moaned. I put a third finger inside of her and she started breathing deeply. I moved my mouth to hers and we exchanged long, soft kisses, her wet lips against my dry ones.
"You are so soft," I mumbled as my fingers attempted to fill her, moving deeper. I flicked my tongue in her mouth, wishing I could move it farther into her and give her the kiss she deserved. Someday… But instead I concentrated on being inside her any way I could, with my tongue, with my fingers. Her thighs clutched at my hand and I responded by rubbing her pearl with my thumb. I felt an immediate shudder travel through the length of her, and a thin sheen of sweat materialized between my body and hers. It made rubbing against her even more delightful.
I began rocking my hand inside of her, rubbing, searching. Finally I found her sweet spot, the bundle of nerves hidden there. I stroked her until Bella shuddered again. On an impulse, I began vibrating my fingers, using infinitely small but quick movements that registered as more of a buzz than anything else. Within seconds I could feel Bella clenching my hand with her body, as her hot wetness coated me, and her hips jerked against me.
Bella wrapped her hands around my neck, and tried to pull my face closer to hers. "Edward! Oh!" Her body moved rhythmically against mine, pulling my hand in deeper. And slowly her body began to recover and relax.
"What was that?" she gasped.
"I think it was an orgasm," I chuckled trying with little success to keep a smile from my face.
"That's not what I was talking about. I mean with your hand."
"I don't know, an experiment."
"I think it worked."
My hand was still inside of her, stroking, committing every piece of her to memory, learning about Bella inside and out. I gently cupped her with my hand, grateful to know her secrets, possessing her a little more. She began to get wet for me again, and on an impulse brought my hand to my mouth, savoring her taste. I meant to bring my hand back into her, but Bella reached out to touch my elbow.
"How do I taste."
"Salty and sweet. Amazing."
"Can I?"
"What?"
I felt her guiding my hand toward her mouth, and then her lips were around my fingers for the second time that night. It was as if each touch were being duplicated along the length of my erection. I was aching again, aching to have myself deep inside of Bella. It took what felt like physical strength to tear my mind away from that line of thought.
"So you like how I taste and smell?"
"Oh my god, Bella, you have no idea. It's driving me wild." Her line of questioning wasn't helping at all. God how else could I get myself inside of her?
And then like a shot, a thought quickly lodged itself into my mind. Could I? Did I dare?
"Bella, I want to try something, but I need you to stay very still."
A/N: Thanks for the reviews I've had so far. I hope to have this night finished soon. Please check back - I'll be updating often!
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