A/N:
It has been almost two weeks since I last posted and I'm thrilled to be back. Thank you for your wonderful suggestions for London—it was an amazing trip.
Thank you to Team SGMR, especially orangeapeal for beta'ing this chapter.
We last left off with Alice and Jasper leaving the diner alone; a near-miss with Mrs. Newton; and Bella wanting Edward to be more 'macho.' Edward and Bella head home for some afternoon delight.
Happy Fourth!
Chapter Nineteen
Backwards
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Leaning my back against the door of our condo, I drink in the vision of Bella a few feet before me. Her breath quickens and I'm sure she's as hungry as I am.
"No word from Alice?"
"No. Not yet."
"Let's put her out of our mind. She's in good hands."
Bella slowly nods, lips parted.
"So, you want macho?"
"Yes," she breathes.
Oh, what I want to do with her, but I can't help but to think back to the last time I tried to be macho—blindfold, mirrors, and tears, only last week. I take inventory: gentle love making, good. Macho man…
"Edward, stop."
I focus back in on Bella.
"I'm good. I feel good. Please stop worrying."
You can do this, Edward.
"You want to play?"
"I want to play." Her voice is husky. I watch her chest rise and fall with each heavy breath.
"And you'll stop me the second you get uncomfortable."
"Yes."
"Prom-"
"Promise," she murmurs.
"Let's get you upstairs."
I throw her over my shoulder and she squeals with laughter and relief. I spank her behind and she says in a thrilled but amused tone, "Yes, sir."
Bella giggles the whole way up the stairs and I plop her on the big bed.
"I love this bed." She says rolling around from side to side.
"I love you in this bed," I say looking down at her from the end of the bed, catching my breath as I take off my shoes and socks.
She props herself up on her elbows. "So, what do you plan to do to me, macho man?" Her eyes shine with amusement and lust.
"You'll see… " I have no idea, need a game plan. Decision, decisions... "First, strip for me," I command.
"Yes, sir." Bella pulls off her boots and socks, then sits up on her knees and pulls her pink sweater over her head. The movement is graceful, without a hint of embarrassment or shame.
She hands me her sweater and I fold it and put in on the chair behind me.
"Bra?" she asks.
"Umm, yeah," I say in a tone that makes the answer obvious; it brings on more of her giggles. Good, this is fun… let's keep it fun.
Fixing her eyes on mine, she slowly removes her bra, unclasping the back then holding it up with her arms as she plays with the straps, pulling them down one at a time, giving me a show. When it is completely off, she raises her arms with a flourish and says, "I'm topless."
"Yes you are, and beautiful. Keep going." I notice my voice has dropped an octave. Definitely more macho.
Bella unbuttons and unzips her jeans, showing a hint of her lace panties.
She stops and says coquettishly, "I might need help."
"I'm not offering any help." Fuck yeah, I'm macho… and it feels good. Too good?
A smile creeps in one corner of her mouth as she sways her hips side to side, continuing her strip tease, pulling her jeans down to her knees. She leaves her panties on and lies down, moaning a little to add to the performance as she kicks off her pants.
I fold and place them down. "Sit back up." She crawls back up to her knees. "Stay there; just like that."
"Yes, sir." Bella smiles from ear-to-ear; clearly this is the game she wants to play.
"Where did 'sir' come from?"
"Alice's smutty romance novels."
"Hmm." Must borrow novels from Alice.
I pull my iPod from my pocket, slowing my breathing, calming my mind and body, not wanting this time with Bella over before it begins. I walk behind her, dock my iPod, and scroll through the list.
Come on, Masen… macho… think fast. I go through the alphabetical order of artists… ABBA? No. Alan Parsons Project? No. Bee Gees? Fuck No. Bruce Springsteen? Yes, The Boss is always macho. Wait… Bruce…? or Stones? Bruce, Stones, Bruce, Stones… Fuck it-she wants macho, I'll give her macho. I scroll to The Rolling Stones, "Gimme Shelter"… on repeat.
The music begins to waft from the walls into the loft.
That's right, Keith can come out.
"Ooh. This is a sexy song… this place has the best sound system," Bella says, her back expanding in deep breaths.
I walk back to the end of the bed and look her over. Fuck, her nipples are hard… so hard, like my cock.
"Isabella, do you want me to stay dressed?"
"No, sir."
"Well?"
Quickly, she stands and walks over to me, wearing a silly grin, like she's winning the most important game of Simon Says in her life.
Clasping my hands behind my head, like a smug son of a bitch, I wait until she grabs the material of my shirt around my waist.
She pauses. "May I?'
"Yes." I try to keep a stern face, but it does no good. We both suck at role-play, breaking into smiles and stifling giggles the whole time.
Slowly, she pulls my t-shirt from my jeans. Though I can see her peeking up at me, I try to keep my eyes fixed on a spot on the opposite wall, above our bed. When she is holding the hem of my shirt, I unclasp my hands and bend down, allowing her to pull the shirt over my head.
Instead of folding the shirt, she tosses it behind her on the bed. The move leaves me gaping at her in mock horror.
"You are a bad girl."
"Yes I am. And I want to kiss these," she whispers, bushing her fingers over my nipples.
Please, yes.
"May I?"
"Yes," I breathe.
Opening her mouth, she lands the softest, warmest, wettest kiss over my nipple. The skin tightens and I feel it harden, transporting an impulse directly to my groin. She pulls away, looking at me, and blows on the circle of saliva; shivers reach my toes. My other nipple gets the benefit of her circling tongue. Her movements aren't gentle; she sucks and pulls at my skin. Blood pools in my cock.
Who's in charge here?
"I want to kiss this," she says dragging her finger over my happy trial. "May I?"
"Yes." Amazingly, my voice is still deep, husky.
Bella gets on her knees, Lord help me, and drags her tongue back and forth between my navel and the waistband of my boxer briefs. She ends with a soft kiss above my fly.
Bella looks up at me with a devilish smile, expectant for my command.
"These jeans aren't coming off themselves," I say.
With the palm of her hand, Bella runs over the hard line of want.
"Yes, sir," she says, her voice now deeper. We're no longer laughing.
Without leaving my eyes, she unclasps each button of my fly, giving me relief from my ache.
Sliding her hands between my skin and my clothes, she slowly drags down my jeans and underwear. Bella frees me and she inhales sharply as she's face to face with what she does to me.
When my clothes are past my knees, I help her take them off, kick them to the side, and stand before my Bella, fully ready.
I feel her breath on my erection as she looks up at me and says again, "I want to give one kiss."
Unconsciously, I lick my lips. Part of me needs to be in her mouth, but her dream revealed her fear. Even now, her voice shakes, her confidence waning. I guess I can't blame her; as much as I like my cock, it must be freaky from Bella's perspective.
"One kiss, that's all," I say.
"Yes, sir." And there's no hiding the relief in her voice.
Bella takes me in her hand, parts her lips, and leans in. I hear my own rough breath as I look down at her. Closing her eyes, she makes contact, placing one open-mouthed kiss on my head and letting out a soft moan that vibrates through my blood.
Bella leans back, still holding me, and looks up through her long lashes. Her face reveals some sort of small, private, triumph. With her firm grip, she strokes me once, twice… pre-come leaking, Bella uses her thumb to rub the wetness over my head. My balls shrink, I could come right here… come all over her.
"That's enough for now… my love." She smiles up at me. 'My love' might not be macho, but I could give a fuck. I offer my hands, and help her to stand. "Lie down on your stomach."
Bella lies on the bed, moving her arms first to her sides, then above her head, and then to her sides again. "Where should I put my arms?"
I walk to the side of the bed, admiring her. "Above." She stretches out her arms and turns her head, smiling at me.
"Lose the pillow."
Quickly, she tosses the pillows off to the side, stretches out her arms, and returns to her happy gaze. The innocence and natural beauty of Bella lying on folds of white bedding, bathed in afternoon light, is a sight to behold.
"What are you smiling at?"
"You really have to ask…? Isabella, you are sooo, so, pretty."
Before my eyes, the creamy skin covering her body transforms into pink.
"Don't go away," I say with a stern expression that brings a wider smile.
I walk into the bathroom to grab the almond oil and am unable to avoid my own reflection. My face is flushed. My eyes, hooded. Short hair, growing longer, is in wild tufts around my head.
Slow down. Breathe, Edward, you can do this. You know her limits. Fun, but gentle; commanding, but accommodating; Godly, but dirty...
"Edward… please stop over thinking this."
Right, right, here we go. After one more look in the mirror, I grab the oil and leave.
When I walk back out, I find she is writhing, moving her pelvis in tight circles.
"I don't remember telling you to do that."
"Oops. Sorry."
"Be still."
Bella closes her eyes and sighs, happily.
"How do you feel?"
"Good… really horny."
"Patience is a virtue, Bella." I finger the lace of her panties on her hip. "I think these can come off now."
I pull them off her legs, it's like unwrapping a Christmas present. The panties are wet and warm. I bring them to my nose and inhale deeply before putting them with the rest of the clothes. This is for me. She is wet for me. I'm still trying to convince myself this woman is mine.
Taking the bottle of oil, I crawl on the bed and straddle Bella's upper thighs. I pour a deep puddle in my palm and rub my hands together; I want her body slick. Leaning over, I rub my hands into Bella's shoulders, kneading her skin and muscles as I work my way down her back. The oil lubricates my movements and I make s-curves on either side of her spine, grazing the sides of her breasts with my fingers as I move back up to her neck.
Bella moans as I continue to work, marking her skin pink with my touch. Mine. I watch myself thicken again, my cock twitching against the curve of her backside. Wrapping my hands around her sides, my thumbs nearly touch at her spine, I put my weight into sliding my hands up and down her body.
On this last pass, I don't stop at her lower back. Instead, I smear the oil over her behind, kneading as I go.
"Mmm, Edward."
"You like that?" I ask as I let my thumbs drag back and forth over the meeting of her cheeks.
"Yes," she breathes, sounding wanton.
I massage her sweet ass, then pull my hands up one last time in a long stroke over her back. Bella's body glistens with oil. As my hands slither over her ribs, I feel her heart flutter under my touch.
"You had a big day. I want you to relax." I pause, holding my hands over her heart until her breathing and heart rate slow again.
"We're going to try something new."
At my words, Bella's backside clenches.
"No… not that. Just a new position."
I rub my hands over my body and oil my cock. Moving my legs between Bella's, I open her up.
"Are you ready for me, Bella?"
"God, yes."
I slide my thumb inside of her.
"Ohh," her voice trembles.
It is the sensation of piercing my thumb through an overripe piece of fruit, her juice trickles down my thumb to my palm. Holy shit, that's hot.
Moving my thumb in circles, I feel the suction of her body.
"Edward, please… I need you."
"I need you too, Bella."
I kneel between her legs and grasp her hips, lifting them to me and placing the pillow under her. All of my need is centered in my warm hardness; the sensation of want radiates in pins and needles throughout my pelvis, thighs, and stomach.
Bella begins to move to all fours.
"No. Stay stretched out," I press one hand over her spine while holding her hips in place with the other. She elongates her body, arms reaching to the headboard, her hips elevated by the pillow.
"Bella, do you want me to enter you slow or fast?"
She mewls. Our definitions of macho might differ. Being macho is getting what I want, and more than anything, I want to know her mind.
"Tell me."
"Fast." It's a breathy, guilty confession.
I glide my head over her slit and feel her body quiver. The sight of her wetness over my swollen desire fascinates me.
Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, I say, "I want to watch you… and hear you."
"Please," she whimpers again.
"I'm going to be fast at first," I continue my slow gliding, "and then I want to feel you, all of you, under me. You won't be able to move. If I get too heavy, or it is too much, stop me."
"Yes, sir."
She moans, so I push it further, bracing myself as I say, "You aren't allowed to come until I tell you."
Bella begins to pant. Okay, that went over well.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, sir."
In one forceful lunge, I thrust and press her entire body into the mattress with the weight of my own.
She cries out. I lift to my hands so she can breath. She feels tight this way, verging on the threshold of pain. I use my legs to open her wider, making her groan.
Nearly every part of my front makes contact with every part of her back. Arms touching arms, our pelvises, my thighs on her… skin, contact, flesh. This is what I want, what I always want.
"Oh, Edward… so full."
I hold steady until I feel her open further, expanding.
"Good?"
"Oh… aughhh, so good."
I slide my body down hers, pulling my hips away before gliding into her again.
Grunts come from deep within me, feeling her body grasp me and pull me. Again, I move in and out.
It's not just our sex that connects; I ride Bella like I'm skimming a body of water. Sliding up her, into her, gliding back down.
Soon, I find my rhythm. She is hot and tight and beautiful and mine. I cover Bella's body with my own, immobilizing her, owning her pleasure.
My lips brush against her ear as I say with each pump, "I. Love. You."
Taking Bella's earlobe in my teeth, I give a good tug as I continue to move.
"Ahh.. Edward."
"Yes," I hiss through my teeth, "say my name."
"Ed-ah-ward…"
I am in and out… in and out. I'm building. Her skin ignites my own, full body, oiled friction. From head to toe, I'm alive, making love to her with every inch of myself.
"I want to hear you, Bella."
"So good, so much… oh Edward… God, Edward…" Her pitch goes higher and I know she is on the verge.
"That's it, ungh… feel me Bella…"
"So close… so… so close… ahh"
I hang on to my orgasm and pump her hard and fast.
"I'm gonna… Oh, God…"
Her body stiffens below me. Pressing my full body into her, I growl in her ear, "Come."
And she does.
Muscles contract and jerk under me as she moans loudly. The walls of her body pulse around my solid cock… but I hold on, absorbing, but not letting go.
The last spasm rolls like a wave under me. I lift to my hands and watch her blink and catch her breath. I know that is a face of joy; there will be no tears.
Leaning back down to her ear, I whisper, "I haven't come yet. And you need to come again."
I slide my hands between her body and the bed and lift her up with me to my knees.
"Oh, God…" and it sounds like a prayer.
I hold her body high against my chest, as I move into her in short, fast strokes. At first she is limp in my arms, but soon, Bella palms her breasts, pulling at her nipples, her head falls back on my shoulder.
I watch my hips, her hands, her eyes—squeezed shut.
"Come on, Bella. I need it..."
Eyes spring open. "Oh… it's happening…"
As she says it, I feel the sensation from before—her body at once, pushing me out and pulling me in… mind blowing. She's going to come, hard. This set her off before; it's a flash of a memory. With God's power, I freeze. Do I need to stop?
"Don't stop…."
Oh, thank God.
I pump her with everything I have.
"Come on me, Bella… Come all over me."
As my fingers reach her clitoris, I slam our bodies together, completely sheathing myself in her… and she is gone.
Hot, liquid Bella showers my thighs.
I suck the flesh of her neck into my mouth and still, succumbing to my orgasm.
Our rigid bodies lock together like a marble statue and her flesh muffles my howl as I release into her. FUCK, that feels good.
Together, we collapse. I bring us onto our sides. Though my erection is spent, I rock my hips into her quivering body until there is nothing left of me.
I wipe the hair from her face with my open hand and turn her chin to me.
"You okay?"
"My gosh, I needed that."
"Yeah… me too… me too."
Bella hums as I press my lips to her damp temple, and blow in her ear. As I pull out of her, she makes a small sound, but she is almost asleep.
I inhale the scent of our sweat and come. I want to bottle it.
When I'm sure she has drifted off, I roll onto my back and sigh my relief. We did it, Bella. We did it, baby.
Noticing the time, I crawl out of bed to hop in the shower. I grab a towel, and before I head into the bathroom, I turn back to look at her, asleep but smiling. Who else smiles in her sleep, other than Bella? Oh, the gift of watching her sleep. What she's thinking always becomes clearer during her slumber.
Showered and shaved, I return to watching her. After I button the cuffs of my shirt, I sit on the edge of the bed and smooth my hand over her backside until she rouses.
She blinks awake and rolls onto her back. "Hi."
"Hi there. Sleep well?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Do you want to keep sleeping? You can have my car. I'll take a cab to the hospital."
"Mmm. Thank you, but no. I should get back to the apartment." Bella inhales deeply through her nose. "You smell good."
"Thanks." I tried. For you, I always try.
I flip the collar on my shirt and put my tie around my neck. Bella rises to her knees and slips my t-shirt on.
"Can I do that? I used to tie Charlie's tie every morning as a kid." Bella looks over my shoulder and carefully moves my tie to the length she's looking for.
"Do you always wear a tie to the hospital?" Bella continues her work, crossing the wide end over the narrow.
"Yes, usually… I think so." And then I remember. "I wasn't supposed to be at the hospital when I met you. You didn't get a tie."
"You weren't supposed to be there?"
"No. I was at the library. Carlisle called me in to help out… no tie."
Bella climbs out of bed, examining her knot.
"Hmm," she says facing me. I tip my head back as she creates a dimple in the center of the tie and flips down my collar. "That just supports my theory." Stepping back, she examines the knot.
"Theory?"
"God brought us together," she says so simply. Taking my hand, she brings me to the mirror. "Come look."
The mirror reflects a beautifully tied knot and a loving couple.
"Perfect. Thank you."
"Kiss." Bella taps her finger to her mouth and tilts her head up. Gladly, I oblige.
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We pull up to the apartment and I see Bella looking at her phone.
"Alice?"
"Not yet." Bella shakes her head. "That is so unlike her."
Go Alice and Jasper.
"Well, no worries. I'm sure I'll hear from her before dinner."
"It's dinnertime now. Eat something; don't wait for Alice."
She sighs, "Oh, Edward…"
"Bella, don't. Just… just give me this, okay?"
My voice has a hard edge; I don't intend for it to. I don't want to go to the hospital. I want to stay here with Bella… take her out… feed her… be with her.
"Yes. Yes, Edward. I will eat." She pacifies me and I'm grateful for no argument. She reaches up and runs her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. My scalp prickles.
"Thank you, Bella."
Bella pulls me in for a gentle kiss and tension quickly fades.
"What time do you think you'll be home tonight?"
"Um… it might be a late night. Don't wait up."
She examines my face and frowns, briefly. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes. I'd just rather stay home with you tonight… or go out. You know, we've only had one date."
"We seem to do things backwards, don't we?"
"We definitely do, Bella. I promise we'll go on another date, soon."
Her fingers continue to play with my hair and she regards me with what looks like some sort of secret. "I don't need dates."
But I want to shower you with gifts and fun evenings out. I keep failing to do so.
"You should have dates. You should have lots of things. Right now, you should have dinner. Now, go eat."
"Yes, sir."
~O~
Dear Father in Heaven, rough night. I sit in my parked car and gather myself before going up to see Bella. Tonight there was darkness all around me. But I am happy. I want to leave the sadness behind.
Thank you for giving me strength so that I could help others. Thank you for allowing me to be your instrument of peace and love. Please help me shake this off. And thank you for Bella, always, always, thank you for Bella.
The apartment is silent. I tap on the bedroom door and crack it open to find Bella reading, in bed.
"Hey, you're still up."
"Of course, I am," she whispers, putting her book down.
I start to strip down to my boxer briefs, eager to crawl into bed with her. "Shuffy-shuffy?" I want to cuddle.
"Yes, please. I have a bedtime story to tell."
"Jasper and Alice?"
Bella quickly nods, her face full of excitement. Oh, I want to hear this.
"He just brought her home a little over an hour ago."
"No way."
"Yes way." The little bed creaks loudly as I crawl in. Bella turns to face me. "They spent the whole day together. Jasper even made her dinner."
"He cooked?"
"Yes."
I love when we whisper in bed together at night.
"Wait, is he still here?"
"No. No, no, no… Alice would never on a first date."
"Tell me everything. What did she say?"
"Well…" Bella opens her mouth to speak, but stops herself. "You cannot let her know you know."
"Why, what happened?"
"Nothing really happened, but I had to drag it out of her… she would kill me…"
"What? Tell me. I promise I'll keep my mouth shut." I'm going to get a secret.
"Alice sort of met Jasper before… sort of."
"What…? When? Where? U-Dub?"
"No, no, not like that." Bella sighs again, shaking her head. "I really shouldn't…"
"If you don't tell me, I will tickle it out of you." I simply place my hand on her hip, and her body involuntary contracts. Bella plants her hand over my chest.
"Okay, okay… she dreamed about him."
"What?"
"You see, I told you, it's weird. When she was a teenager she had this dream… you know, one of those kinds of dreams…"
"Women have those dreams, too?"
"Yes. And this guy in her dream has come back several times through the years. When she met Jasper, she had this incredible feeling of déjà. I guess he reminds her of the guy from her dreams."
"You're kidding. That is weird."
"I know. I told you… That's why you can't let on. She was embarrassed telling me."
"Huh." I take a moment to think about this. Finally, I shrug. "Who knows, Bella, stranger things have happened, right?"
"Yes." Bella's face relaxes. "Maybe it's weird, but it's romantic, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is."
"You know what she said to me…? She said, 'Bella, I was beginning to think I wouldn't find anyone, and then I met Jasper. He's given me hope.'"
"She said that? He gives her hope?"
"Yes." Bella strokes my cheek; romance is everywhere.
Dear Lord, thank you for your matchmaking.
"Did you hear from Jasper? Did he say anything?"
"I got a text from him tonight."
"Oooh. What did it say?"
"It just said, 'Thanks again for introducing me to Alice.'"
"That's it?"
"That's it."
Bella rolls her eyes. "Men."
"I'll see if I can get more details out of him later."
"Good. That is now your mission," she says, poking my shoulder.
We hold each other's eyes for a moment as I move my thumb over Bella's hip.
"Now you know about my night. How was your night?"
"Oh… it was fine."
"Are you hungry? I made you a plate, I could warm it up for you."
"You did?"
"Mmm-hmm."
As I look into her soft, kind eyes I realize that I could do this. I could be a minister, a therapist, anything, if I came home to those eyes everyday.
"I'm not hungry… but thank you."
"Edward, tell me there are happier parts of this calling… it isn't all hospitals."
I smile. "There are lots of happy parts. There was a Christening a few weeks ago… I'm helping Carlisle with a wedding coming up, there's the youth retreat…"
"A youth retreat?"
Shit.
"Um… yeah. Sometimes I go on youth retreats."
"Is there one coming up?"
I shrug. "Um… I think so… I ah… I um…"
"Oh, Edward. You should go. Don't stay behind because of me."
"But I like spending time with you." And I don't want to let you out of my sight.
She laughs softly and drags her finger along my jaw. "I like spending time with you, too. And I'll miss you… but I'll be fine."
"I don't know. I'll think about it."
Bella nods, but doesn't press it any further. She leans up and gives me a simple, soft kiss on my lips. I slide my hand under her t-shirt and glide my thumb in circles over the smooth skin at the curve of her waist.
"It was a rough night at the hospital, wasn't it?"
"It was alright."
Bella inhales deeply and scans my face, her eyes suddenly serious. Her hand moves from my jaw, down my arm, and lands on my hip.
"Thank you for earlier today," she says as her hand moves around to my backside and down to my upper thigh.
"Did you like it?"
"Mmm-hmm. It was fun."
I ghost my hand up her spine, under her t-shirt. I feel her heart pounding slowly, forcefully against her ribs.
Bella's fingers slide under the waistband of my underwear. She inches her way down the bare skin of my backside. Leaning in, she whispers with warm breath in my ear, "I want to take these off." My mind begins to let go and I allow myself to float. She continues, "I want to take care of you."
Closing my eyes, I feel my muscles melt, my body becoming one with the bed. I slide my fingers under her panties. Bella reaches around and takes my hand, bringing it to her mouth. One kiss on my palm and she repeats, "I want to take care of you."
"You don't want to…"
Her smile widens. "I'm good, Edward. This bed squeaks and I can't keep my voice down."
"It would be fun making you be quiet."
"Yes, it would, but not tonight."
Turning away from me, she takes a tube of lotion from her nightstand and squeezes some into her hands, rubbing them together.
Am I getting a hand job?
She begins to pull down my briefs and murmurs, rough and sexy, "Let me… let me make you feel good."
I give in. I leave myself in her hands.
Gently, she pushes my shoulder until I roll onto my back. I close my eyes and feel her pull away the covers and hook her fingers into the waistband of my underwear. I take a deep breath and allow myself to continue my journey away from the hospital and into this bedroom, here, fully present with Bella. My palms lay open on the bed as she carefully removes my underwear.
I open my eyes and see her moving to lie next to me. Propping herself up on her elbow, she faces me and strokes my thigh.
My cock is thick, but not yet hard, lying on my stomach. I wish I were hard for you.
Her smooth hand moves between my legs and… I can't believe it… Bella cups my balls.
I hear my own sharp inhale. She's never intentionally touched them before.
"You like that?"
"Oh, yes."
She moves her thumb over them and gives a gentle tug. "Like this?"
"Yes… just like that."
I roll to my side and Bella rests her head on the pillow, moving her other hand down to grab my base. I close my eyes and take in the sensation of her firm, lubricated grip pulling my skin up the shaft.
"Oh, Bella," I exhale.
"I like touching you. I like feeling you grow in my hands." Leave it to Bella to make me feel better about my half erect cock.
One hand tugs down, while the other pulls up. I rest one hand on her hip and the other around her neck.
I lean in to kiss her. Sliding my tongue in her mouth, I move in the slow, steady tempo of her hand, each stroke of my muscle, a caress of her tongue. A few more strokes and I am completely hard, moaning in her mouth, open to her will.
I pull away from our kiss, pressing my forehead to hers as we watch her pale hands moving dark flesh over my cock. Taking the clip from her hair, I dig my hands in the still damp curls on the back of her neck, massaging her scalp, my rhythm mirroring hers.
"Oh, Bella… you feel so good." The scent from her hair hits me like a wave. "You smell so good."
Bella holds my base with one hand and starts to quickly jerk me with the other. Too much, too soon. My hand covers hers. "No… slow, please… I want this to last."
Her eyes shift back and forth between mine and she nods slowly. I release her hand and she resumes her measured pace. She runs her palm over my head and, "ungh," it pushes me closer.
"I like making you feel good."
"You… Oh, God… always make me feel good."
Skimming my hand over her t-shirt, back up to massage her scalp, I finally notice what she is wearing. "Uh…" my breath grows more ragged, making it difficult to talk. "Uhh… you're wearing my t-shirt."
"I wear them all the time when you aren't around. It makes me feel close to you."
"Ungh." The words from her mouth are as arousing as the movement of her hand. I fist her hair. "Oh, Bella… Oh… Oh." I grow thicker in her hands.
"Shhh." She slows her pace back down. "Quiet," she says with a mischievous grin. My orgasm recedes and I catch my breath. "This can work both ways; I can have fun making you be quiet."
For a long time, I fall into her dark chocolate eyes just experiencing the connection between us. Running my thumb over her cheek, I can feel her smile widen. Bella picks up the pace again, her hand pulling my skin in one move and sliding over it in another… I reach a new height of pleasure. Muscle groups throughout my body clench and release on their own accord.
I almost give in when I realize we aren't ready. "Soon," I whisper, "I'm gonna… we need…" I start to look around for a handkerchief or something. Fuck, I'm going to come on her again. Why do I like that idea so much?
Quickly, Bella presses my shoulder back down. Before I know it, I'm on my back and she's straddling my thighs—a white t-shirt clad goddess above me.
"Bella… we need, Oh God..."
"Hush"
I hold onto her knees. She's jerking me off with both hands; her movements are quick. My wetness is dripping down her fingers. Balls tighten; I'm there.
"Fuck… I'm coming…"
"Come in my mouth."
WHAT?
Bella mouth dives onto my cock. I hit the back of her throat and feel it close around me, swallowing me. Bella's eyes flash to mine…
I come like a wildcat.
Bella's hands pull my wrists and I dig my teeth into my lip to stop myself from roaring out my climax. It does little good; I grunt and thrash, unable to contain my searing hot release. My vision blurs for a moment, and then I watch and feel her swallow the last few pulses. Closing her lips, she sucks me clean as she pulls off of me.
I stare at her, stupefied and out of breath. Clearly, she awaits my reaction.
"Bella… I thought you… why…?" I'm speechless.
She crawls up my body and presses her torso into mine, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
"Did you like it?"
"Like it…?" I'm ready to propose marriage. "Come here." I lift her chin and lean in for a kiss, but she pulls away.
"You don't mind tasting yourself?" She looks sincerely confused.
"Mind? After what you just did?" I'm confused, too. Oh, fuck it… I'll figure this out later.
I roll Bella onto her back and kiss her passionately. I do taste awful. It only makes her act more profound.
I continue to kiss her, hungrily, gratefully. It's a kiss that says, 'I want to buy you a car.' In fact… I say against her skin, "I want to buy you a car."
"What?" She pulls away laughing, holding onto my upper arms. "Wow, I get a car for doing that?"
"Let me buy you a car… your car doesn't look safe."
"My car is fine, Edward." She smiles and stokes my side burns. Her eyes look huge and dark, so pretty. "I'm still working up to the whole thing… you know…"
"Working up to it…? Bella, you started at the finish line… and I think you won… and set some sort of record."
"You did like it?"
"Fuck yeah, I liked it. I loved it. I love you… I really, really love you, Bella."
"Me too." Bella closes her eyes and hums as she strokes my cheek. "I guess, like everything else, we're working our way backwards."
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A/N
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