Crestfallen

Crestfallen, Bella raised her eyes to mine.

"We're okay? Really?" she whispered. "Despite what I did - and what I just said?"

She was so forlorn I wanted to hug her. But there was something in the way. Not that big of a something, not like a brick wall or half a cow, but something nonetheless, so I couldn't just wrap my arms around her and pull her close. I'd have poked a hole through her cheek.

"Yes. Look, just ignore me, right? I mean, ignore, um, you know. It doesn't mean anything."

Wrong. I was lying, and it did mean something. It meant a fucking lot, actually. But Bella looked like she'd just taken a kick to the guts. She looked crushed.

"No, of course not," she muttered. "Of course not."

Jesus. She's moody all right. She looked like I was a puppy murderer and she wanted to crawl down the nearest wormhole and disappear. She took a deep, deep breath that she just didn't let out.

"Oh, shit. It does and it doesn't, all right?" I hastened.

"That makes no sense."

"I know. I just don't want to horrify you. It means, like, ah - would you like some frittata?"

"Frittata? It means frittata?"

"Well, not generally, no. But have you had breakfast yet?"

"No."

"Is there anything I could offer you?"

Stupid, stupid thing to say, Edward. I was trying to change the subject, and get the focus of the conversation off my unruly appendage, but I failed completely.

"Hmm," Bella said, with the faintest suggestion of a smirk. "Maybe."

Her gaze went from my eyes to my crotch, still standing firm, and back to my eyes. It was clear she wasn't thinking about cereal. Jesus, I might be in with a chance. Shamefaced Bella from this morning and horny Bella from last night were having a showdown, right in front of me. Oh, glorious day. Could I influence the outcome at all? I tried my sexy eyebrow raise - sometimes a winner in times past, but Bella had given up looking at my face.

"I brought you breakfast, but I'm not too fond of blue vein. Cheese. Perhaps you have something else I could eat?" she said.

Oh?

I swallowed, and I couldn't shake my head. I guess she took that as a yes.

In slow motion, she reached to my waistband, pulling it out and down. And down some more, before letting go. My pajamas ski-jumped over my ass and past my thighs and fell to who-knows-where. I didn't have a fucking clue, because all the sensation in my body, along with all the blood, and I'm afraid all the brains, concentrated in one place. The place Bella Swan, erstwhile friend, had her gaze directed. And her intentions. Dick-o-rama.

So help me God.

"Wow," she said, and under the circumstances, that was the nicest thing anybody had ever said to me.

And then she went for my balls, and I was ready to propose marriage. Yeah. She slipped a hand gently in there and held, starting with a light, rhythmic squeezing, and how the fuck did she know to do that? When I recovered, I was going to be really fucking jealous of whoever she'd been with in the past.

Then her other hand left my hip to curl around my dick.

"Hello there," she crooned. "We sort of met, but we haven't been introduced properly. I'm Bella, and I'm really pleased to meet you."

She started stroking me, she kissed me, she brought her other hand around so it could join in the fun, and then she stopped.

"Ugh?" I managed.

Pert, cheeky, and smiling knowingly, my never-to-be-viewed-as-a-platonic-friend-again suggested, "Perhaps you should hold on to something stable?"

I'd probably been swaying. I'd be listing to fucking starboard like a drunken sailor if she kept going, and please keep going, Bella. Where did you get these mad skills for God's sake? Don't ever fucking tell me, ignorance is bliss. You are bliss.

I shuffled a little so I had one hip against the table because I wanted the use of my hands. I gathered her hair up and twisted it a little as I'd seen her do the night before, so I could hold it in one hand, away from her face, and her beautiful neck, and Bella put her mouth on me again. It was just as well I'd taken her suggestion about support, because I certainly needed it. I couldn't fucking believe what was going on, but I gave myself over to the pleasure, deciding the analysis could wait for later. Shit, shit. What a warm mouth, what a supple wrist, and was that her tongue moving over me even as her lips did? Finding everywhere, soft on the tiny thread of my frenulum, firmer on the fat ridge of the underside. She even pulled my dick down from its almost upright angle to explore my corona with her tongue, so exquisitely I whined at her, helpless. Nearly out of my mind, I had one hand trembling, holding her hair, the other on her shoulder, thumb stroking her clavicle. Her tongue had me in agony. My legs were starting to shake.

It's not polite to try and prolong things when a girl's going down on you, because you don't want to give her lockjaw, and make her unwilling to ever do it again. But then, you don't want to finish in thirty seconds flat and make her think you're not worth fucking because you can't last long enough to show her a good time. And Jesus, it's not fucking polite to shoot your load in someone's mouth, it's just not.

Leaning heavily against the table, watching Bella through eyes I could barely keep open, I was hoping to hell I'd be able to give her advance warning of the tidal wave about to overtake me. It was all so fucking good. She was so fucking good. I was transported to another state of being and losing my grip on the floor, hanging in space, lost in sensation, panting and alternating between staring at nothing, and watching the crown of her head dipping over me, the dark gloss of her hair and the grace of her shoulders. She was so beautiful, and I couldn't even see her face.

Then she slipped a hand to my balls again, and I nearly bit a hole in my lip. She was stroking my perineum and I let go of her hair with a gasp. Shit, shit. Shit!

"Bella, Bella, stop - it's happening."

I grabbed my dick and pulled it out of her mouth, looking around frantically. There on the table were the paper napkins she'd brought. I just managed to grasp them up, all of them, pumping myself because I was coming, and then I gushed. And gushed. Oh Lord, there was a lot of it, the handful of paper napkins was barely enough to catch the outpouring. I was dimly aware that Bella had put her arm around my lower waist and she was kissing my hip, head turned to watch the fountain. It was the strongest orgasm I'd ever had in my life, and the most copious.

Afterwards I tossed the soggy napkins into the garbage disposal, panting, and I leaned down to kiss the top of Bella's head. I was fucking shattered. My essence had been drawn out of me. Normally I'm good after coming, I mean it's a frequent enough occurrence, but this was different.

I kissed her hair again, and wanted to fall down with her and curl up until I was compos mentis enough to reciprocate, but I didn't know if I could ask her to join me on the floor. Fuck, I didn't know if I could ask her to join me in a little more comfort, in my bed, and just as soon as I recovered, we could - what did she call it? Go for gold?

"Uh - just give me a minute," I mumbled, slumping onto the nearest chair. She and I needed to talk, after I licked her out and made her feel boneless and delirious, just like me.

I closed my eyes.

And wouldn't you just know it, when I opened them again, literally seconds later, Bella Swan was gone. Fucking gone. I was in perfect working order, or I would be in another twenty minutes or so, and ready to return her favor, with relish, and interest, and she wasn't there. A quick check of my apartment revealed that she wasn't anywhere.

Oh.

I needed to think about this. Bella Swan liked beer and tequila. She was a smartass, and intriguing. I liked it when she was quiet with me and far off, and when she was fired-up and mouthy.

When she was being thoughtful I loved her insights. When she was sassy I just about laughed my ass off at her.

And here, now, after a couple of years of appreciating that she was a girl, while not noticing the very same fact, I'd discovered she was the sexiest girl I'd ever met. And that was without the two of us even getting naked!

In other words, she was lovely, challenging, and perfect.

Lately, however, she had taken to running away from me. So what was I going to do about all this?

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