Chapter 3

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BPOV

I should have been dissapointed that as soon as I had put my mouth on him, he exploded like a hurricane, releasing all that white gooey stuff in my mouth, but as soon as I saw his embarrased flushed cheeks- hands covering every inch of his face in shame just like a little puppy who knows he did something bad, but doesn't know what to do to make it right -I just had to laugh.

"Must be a new record," I spoke with a grin, kissing him on the neck to let him know I wasn't mad. The best is yet to come, hopefully.

After excusing myself and taking a walk to the bathroom, I took my cell, checking a few texts from Rose while rinsing my teeth.

Damn, this guy might be dumb but he sure is hung like a horse. He broke my vagina, literally. It even may need stitches, but I don't care. Best decision I've made in years.

Years? Really Rose?

After the sex, he rolled away from me and asked about the score of the game. I think I'm in love Bella.

I laugh silently at her text. Always the crazy one.

I read her third and final message that has been sent just a few minutes ago.

We're currently taking a break, and playing wii mario kart while eating leftovers of pizza. I love my life! What about your hunk? Got some action yet?

Not yet. Best is yet to come.

My phone vibrates immediately with a response.

Pun intended?

I laugh.

I sure hope so ;)

I turn my phone off and walk back to his room, silently laying down beside the hunk. The buzz of the alcohol is gone, leaving me sober and a bit awkward.

I look right at him, and as he opens his eyes, I see hunger—not for food, just to be clear—and it makes my body feel all thingly and overwhelmed.

Without a word-this must be his number one move-he kisses me,softly this time, no hurry or clumsyness as he moves to my neck and touches every part of my body with his soft fingers and tongue, and then before I realize, his face is right between my lady petal.

Just to be clear, I'm talking 'bout my vag.

Feeling nervous, I ask, "Ummm...What the hell are you doing?"

It doesn't sound as strong and confident as I hoped, rather husky and insecure.

I hate my voice.

"Well...what does it look like," he asks, as if it's the most obvious answer.

"I don't know..."

"I'm trying to eat you."

"Eat me? What are you? A pussy eater or something?"

"You really know how to ruin a romantic moment, don't you?"

"Sorry, didn't know that eating my vagina is something that was considered romantic these days. Please, carry on."

He smirks. "You really like to act like a smartass don't you?"

"I don't think so. I just like to be right. All the time. It gives me a great satisfaction."

"I'll give you something to be satisfied about," he mutters before he's down there.

And if I felt weird being tickled by his tongue at first, wiggling around and waiting for him to realize this won't work, imagine me surprised when I realized that his tongue was pure fucking magic, making me shout insanities just before I come strongly on his fingers as he fingered me beyond belief. I think my yelling even woke up the dead, anouncing that yes, g spot absolutely does exist, and no it's definitely not a fucking myth.

At the moment, I was lying on my bed, a huge lazy grin on my face, satisfied beyond relief, and let me tell you, I wasn't the only one.

"That good ha?" Asking with such a huge proud smile on his face I just had to attack him.

Did I object of tasting myself on his tongue? No, but did I like it? Not really.

Still, I jumped on his squishy eager to continue this mission-the mission of getting both of us laid.

"Condom?" I asked, and he shook his head.

Of course not.

Opening the drawer, I pulled one out and opened it with my teeth.

Okay, here comes the hardest part- no pun intended ladies- (get your head out of the gutter please,well, at least before Masen puts his own into my desiorus petal) Jake always took hours to put it on, and it was mostly my job to do it. Of course, I should have realized by now that Edward was nothing like him.

He took it from me and put it on like he was a freaking boss of that thing. Which if we were thinking literally about it, actually was. Sort of.

As his dong ( yes, I could still hear the sound of it playing in my mind) was finally getting inside my lady petal, opening slowly like a flower, the look both of us shared wasn't what neither of us expected. Some uncommon feeling I never could find, discover.

Was it possible that my lady flower was already in love with Edward's dong at first penetration? Maybe. Possibly. She was already in love with his tongue, so why not his squishy too?