Chapter 285
| - EPOV - |
It's only been the last few days I've even allowed myself the luxury of dreaming about Bella's body again. Though we've been apart almost as long as we were together, my mouth remembers exactly how much pressure feels best, and my one good hand manages to make her sing and shake and beg.
She flips me gently onto my back and crawls down to settle between my legs.
"Oh, thank God," she whispers between kisses. "I was worried you might have battle wounds."
"No, that part managed to escape unscathed."
"Wish I could say the same for your balls, sweetie."
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==8 BPOV 8==
"I think I did admirably without my right hand!"
He looks like a porcupine mated with a cue ball but I don't want to hurt his feelings. From the sounds he makes when I take both balls in my mouth, he's far from hurting.
Edward responds with perfect integrity, as usual; his body and mind equally incapable of deceit.
My lips close over the top of his shaft, and he pulls back instantly, tapping me on the shoulder.
"C'mere."
"What is it? Did I hurt you?"
"No. Tonight's too important. Lie down, please."
He stretches over me, and I understand.
A/N: One more drabble from each. Yeah, I know.