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Dogward/Brokenward/Virginward/Beachward
An early update, because you're awesome!
37
BPOV
I try not to wake Edward as I gently turn so I can watch him sleep. The morning sun filtering in the window shines on his face. He looks so relaxed, it makes him look so young and carefree. I wish that was the reality, his reality, but it's not. This man has been through more in his life than anyone should endure. Yet he still gives, he still loves, he still lives.
He stirs and I hold my breath, willing him a few more moments of peace. His eyes are still closed; he appears to still be sleeping. As I'm focused on his face, out of the corner of my eye I see his hand move. I glance down to where his hand ventures and I stifle a gasp.
His hand is lazily stroking his very large morning wood through the sheet that is tented over it. I watch. I squeeze my legs together to ease the ache that is spreading from my core.
I'm mesmerized watching him. When I hear him sigh my eyes shoot to his face, thinking I've been caught gawking. Instead I see that his eyes are still closed and he has a very satisfied looking smile on his face. I can't stifle the giggle that escapes my mouth. Damn.
His hand stops mid stroke, but doesn't move it away. He peeks out of the corner of his eye at me, a blush creeping up his cheeks.
"Oops, sorry," he says huskily.
"No need to apologize. It was very... entertaining." I tease. "I do have a question. Why the big smile? I mean besides the obvious."
"Obvious?"
"Ya know, besides it feeling good," I coax.
His blush deepens. "It's a guy thing. You wouldn't understand." I notice he still hasn't removed his hand.
"I think I've earned an answer since you subjected me to a little show," I tease.
He rolls his eyes. "Hm, It's very important to a guy that everything... works."
"Things appear to be working," I say wagging my brows.
He rolls his eyes again but continues. "They are now. I was concerned. Nothing has... moved since I got injured. I guess it was all of the medication I was on. I'm just relieved."
I help him get to a sitting position on the side of the bed and give him a boost to stand.
"Now, go make sure it works thoroughly," I tease as he ambles into the bathroom to take a shower.
I can see his head shaking and he's mumbling something as he closes the door. I giggle again.
I freshen up in the other bathroom, take the dogs out and start breakfast. I get coffee for both of us and I go to tell him that breakfast is almost ready.
"Edward. Breakfast is almost ready. Here's some coffee," I say knocking on the bathroom door. "Do you need my help?"
I hear a choking sound coming from the other side of the door and I quickly open it.
I find him standing in only a towel looking damp, abs visible, looking very hot and very hard. His expression is that of shock and embarrassment.
"Sorry, I thought something was wrong," I stammer. "Here's your coffee." I set the mug on the sink and quickly close the door.
Well, it's obvious that his shower wasn't satisfying.
I sit on the edge of the bed and wait. And wait.
Finally, the door creaks open and he pokes his head out. I give him an encouraging smile.
"Can you help me with my pants?" He asks timidly.
"Of course. Remember…Nurse Bella?" I say indicating to myself.
I kneel down in front of him and get his feet in his sleep pants. I pull them up to his mid-thigh. I may have touched his legs a little more than usual as I moved up his leg. I think he notices because I hear a strangled groan.
While still kneeling I look up and come face to peen with what can only be called a massive erection. I nearly stumble back to avoid getting my eye poked. His hands are clenched in fists and his eyes are squinted closed like he's in pain. Poor guy.
Shit, what do I do? I know what I want to do, but I might scare him off if I remove the towel and wrap my lips around him. Yes, that would be too much.
Instead I stand and start straightening up the room. "Um, why don't you rest and I'll bring you breakfast in a little while."
When I turn around he's in sitting up in bed with a pillow covering his lap. His eyes closed, like he's afraid to look at me.
"Edward. Is everything okay?" I motion towards his... boner.
"Ya, fine." He says without opening his eyes.
"I thought you would... um... feel better after your shower. Is everything working okay?" I ask with honest concern. Shit, is this one of those 'if you have an erection that lasts longer than four hours' moments?
"It's fine. The cold water didn't help."
"Why didn't you just, umm... take care of it?"
"God, this is so embarrassing. I can't believe we are having this conversation," he laughs wryly. "I couldn't do anything, unless you want me to hurt myself. One hand works, remember?" He says waving the only hand he can move from his side.
"Oh, didn't think of that," I mumble. Then I have an idea. I go in the bathroom, grab the bottle of lotion and a washcloth.
"Here," I say setting them on the nightstand. "I'll give you some time." He looks from me to the items on the nightstand and back to me and starts laughing.
"What?"
"This has got to be the most ridiculous situation ever," he laughs grabbing his injured side.
"Okay, big boy. I'll leave you to it," I say with a wink. I turn and grab his towel off of the floor.
"Not helping," he groans. I look over my shoulder and see him looking at my ass. I wiggle it a bit as I leave the room. "Have fun!" I say as I close the door.
I slump against the door. How I would love to be that lotion right about now. I fight with myself about going back in and helping him or standing here and listening. Instead I busy myself in the kitchen, far out of range of any noises that may come from the bedroom. My mind is on him. What he's doing, what he's thinking about when he touches himself. I'm horny and wet and really frustrated.
Twenty minutes pass and he hasn't emerged from the room. I listen outside the door and hear nothing. I knock softly... nothing.
I open the door slowly. His good arm is slung over his eyes, the pillow still covers his crotch and the items on the nightstand appear to be untouched.
"Edward, are you okay?" I walk slowly towards the bed and sit down on the side.
"This is beyond embarrassing, Bella."
"Hey, you shouldn't be embarrassed around me. I care about you," I rub his arm gently." I want you to get better. I want you to feel good." I slowly remove the pillow from his lap.
He's still hard, straining against the fabric of his sleep pants, a wet spot of precum near the tip. I watch his reaction as I cautiously reach my hand out and circle the wet spot lightly. He hisses and bucks against my hand, but he doesn't ask me to stop. I then take one finger and trace from base to tip and back again.
He is breathing rapidly, not taking his eyes off of my hand on him. As well as I can through the fabric, I grasp him and slowly move up his shaft. He bucks again and winces from pain.
I release him and straddle his thighs. "If you keep moving I'm going to stop," I warn in my sexiest voice.
He shakes his head vigorously, "Don't stop," he says barely above a whisper.
My inner goddess fist pumps because I just got the okay to touch him.
"Do you trust me?" I ask.
He nods.
"Close your eyes. Don't move."
I unbutton the button on the front flap of his pants and free his engorged, leaking cock. I stop to admire it. It's perfect. Large, but not too large, straight, the skin stretched so tightly it looks like steel.
I carefully lean over his torso and kiss his waiting lips. He responds with a kiss full of passion and tension. We're both so worked up I know this won't take long.
We finally slow our kisses and I sit back on his legs. He watches me; the look on his face is that of awe and lust.
"What are you going to do to me?" He asks.
"I'm going to make you feel good," I smile.
I start stroking him slowly with a very light touch. He watches, like he's seeing this for the first time.
I want to stroke harder, but I need lubrication. He's watching me intently. I slowly slide both of my hands down the front of my shorts and gather some of the moisture there. My hands come out wet and glistening.
"What? Are you? Oh, shit," he stumbles over his words when I rub my natural lubrication on him and start stroking again.
"Do you see how wet it makes me seeing you like this? Do you know how difficult it was for me to walk away before? I've been wanting to touch you all morning. I want to make you feel good."
My strokes are slow, but get firmer with each pass of my hands. He's panting, his eyes never leaving my hands on him.
"Do it again," he asks breathlessly.
I slide my hands down my pants again. This time I spend more time gathering the wetness, giving him a bit of a show.
When I remove my hands this time, he slides his hand in the side of my shorts. I gasp at the unexpected feeling of pleasure that shoots through my body at his touch.
"You don't have to," I start.
"I want to. I need to touch you." His eyes pleading with me.
I guess that's settled. Mutual pleasure. I'm not complaining.
Using both hands I resume touching him.
"Oh, god, that feels... amazing..."
His eyes roll back and flutter closed.
His thumb is now under my panties working in and up and down motion from my leaking slit to my clit and down again. The man has magic fingers.
I resist the urge to grind on his hand, it's not easy.
His thumb matched my hands stroke for stroke.
"Oh, Bella. Don't stop. Please don't stop." He pants. "I'm, I'm gonna... ohhhhhh. Don't stop. Close." Who knew Edward was a talker?
Between watching him enjoy himself and his magic thumb I'm about to cum too.
"Cuming." He explodes in my hand with a groan of pleasure, his thumb pressing firmly into my clit as he tenses and rides out his orgasm. It sends me over and I'm shuttering in pleasure, a quiet moan escaping my lips.
The only sounds in the room are our labored breathing. My giggle breaks the silence.
"I don't think you're supposed to laugh at a time like this," he deadpans.
I shake my head and look at him with a giant smile on my face. His smile matches mine.
I grab the washcloth and attempt to clean up my hands.
"I'll be right back," I say hopping off the bed.
I rinse my hands and dampen the washcloth with warm water and return to the bedroom. I clean him up carefully. Once again, his eyes intent on what I'm doing.
"That was... incredible. I didn't know it could be like that," he says with awe.
I cock my head. "Like what?"
He blushes. "That was, my senses were overloaded. Your smell, your body, ughh, your hands. It was more than I've ever felt."
"My pleasure." I smile.
"Trust me. It was definitely my pleasure." He smiles back.
"If you liked that, just wait until I use my mouth," I say without thinking. Because of course I've been thinking about that.
"You'd do that?"
"I'd like to, but..." I shrug, feeling a little insecure for taking this maybe one step too far.
He releases a pained moan and throws his good arm over his eyes.
I look down and he's hard again. I giggle. "Have I created a monster?"
"You have no idea."
I tuck him back into his sleep pants and button them up and give him a chaste kiss on the lips.
"Not helping," he mumbles causing me to giggle again.
"Do you want breakfast in bed?" I ask, more relaxed and satisfied than I've felt in a while.
A/N
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