Chapter 18
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"Please, Edward. I want your mouth."
Ever since I met Edward, my sex dreams have been more erotic and more vivid. This one seems particularly realistic. I can almost feel his breath.
"God, Bella. You make me insane," he whispers against my breasts. His tongue circles my belly button as his hand grips my hip. "I can't keep my hands off you."
"Then don't."
If this is like last night's dream, he's going to go down on me until I scream and almost choke him with my thighs. I stretch out and enjoy. One hand tangles in his hair; the other strokes my nipple.
"Oh yeah, it's hot when you touch yourself," he says, his fingers spreading me open for him. "God, you have such a pretty pussy." He takes a slow lick. "Mmm...you taste like sex...and me."
Ooh, Edward is such a dirty talker in this dream. Nice. My fantasy life just got cranked up a notch. "Lick me, Edward. Make me scream." The fantasy gives me the ability to respond in ways I'd never dare to in real life.
"Fuck, baby. You're making me so hard," he says from between my thighs. "Open your eyes and watch me fuck you with my tongue." I'm a writhing mess within a few strokes. Dream Edward is a pro at oral.
"Holy shit, that's so good. You're such a sex god, I don't want to wake up," I murmur.
"Baby?" His face rests on my stomach. "Were you asleep? Bella?"
Umm...uh oh.
"Fuck." My eyes pop open. It's dark, but I can see his grin - his wet, shiny grin - that proves that he was just going to town on my vadge. "I wasn't dreaming, was I?" He leans up to kiss me. I can smell myself on his lips. Yeah. I'm not dreaming that.
"You must have dozed off. I didn't realize you were asleep."
"Oh my god. This is so embarrassing. You must think I'm crazy." I cover my face with my hands. It's becoming a theme when he's around.
He laughs, sitting up and straddling my hips. "The sex was so good you were delirious. I think I'm feeling pretty good right now."
"Shut up. No one has ever...actually done that before. And it was so good. I thought I was dreaming." I swat my hand at his chest - his hard, perfectly muscled chest. I look down at his beautiful cock, stretched out between our bodies. It looks like it's reaching for me, so I have to touch it, right? Fuck, he's so hot. How did I get so lucky?
His eyes roll back and he groans. He moves my hand off his cock and links his fingers with mine. "I'm glad I get to be your first," he whispers as he slowly moves down my body. "But I need to make sure that I'm your last."
I think I whimper.
I'm not sure. I'm too busy watching him work me into a frenzy.
"Oh my god!"
He's humming.
"Fu-ck," I moan. The man has skills. I can't compare him to anyone else, but the fact that I'm about to pass out from ecstasy might be a clue to his talent.
"More, baby?" His voice is muffled. I should ask him if he's okay. It's probably like the rainforest down there, but I can't concentrate on anything but his magic tongue.
"Mmmyessss," I wail. I grab on to his hair to hold him in that exact spot.
"You're gonna come...and then you're ride me until you come again, okay?"
"Oh yes...but Edward...after I black out...just make sure I'm breathing."
I can feel his chuckle vibrate against my clit.
Holy shit. Alice was right.
If I survive the night, the first thing I'm doing is making her write my will.
Well, after I take long bath to soak my sore nether region.
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"You're kidding me with the five times, right?" Alice asks over our usual lunch in the cafeteria. I was too physically exhausted on Sunday morning to talk to spill the details. I almost called in sick to work today. Excuse me, Dr. Banner, but my new boyfriend fucked me senseless and I'm afraid I might blow something up in the lab due to my sex haze.
"Nope," I say smugly. "I can still feel it. And it hurts so good."
"Lucky bitch. He's gorgeous, an athlete, and a sex god."
"Don't forget that he's as smart as me. And an amazing person."
"Enough. Don't rub it in."
"I think Jasper rubbed it enough. I might have to get a new couch. He's not allowed to watch any more Harry Potter movies at my house."
"That was Seth's gogurt. Gawd, Bella. Gross. I was just kidding about your couch. The bathroom counter is so much easier to wipe down."
"Ugh."
"Whatever. Jasper cleaned it up, and it gave him a great idea for a new disinfectant, too."
"Awesome. I look forward to reading his notes on the formula for cum-remover."
"Scoff now. But you'll be needing a bottle. And don't insult your babysitter. You need one since you have Mr. Homerun slipping you the wood on the regular."
"Nice. But do you really want to start with the nicknames? Let's talk about Jasper's wand. And you being his special potions receptacle."
"Okay. Point taken. So are you going over to his practice later to watch him in those tight pants? Let the baseball groupies know that he's taken?"
"I, um, hadn't thought about that." I let my mind wander to the sight of his ass in tight polyester.
"You should. They can move on to another willing victim."
Hmm. It would be nice to see him play. I've been avoiding going over there because I didn't want to seem desperate. But now I'm not. Okay, maybe I'm a little desperate for his cock. But I have reason to be.
"Go, Bella. You have the time after class. You know you don't need to study."
"Yeah, I know. Maybe Jasper can cover for me in the office."
"Oh, I'll make sure of that." She sends off a quick text. "Done. Jasper will be there."
"Do I want to ask how you got him to agree so quickly?"
"I just asked, Bella. I don't need to promise sexual favors to get my boyfriend to do things for me." She looks a bit offended.
"Sorry, Alice. You're right."
"It's already spelled out in the contract."
Of course. She could probably publish it as erotica.
"So I guess I'm going to see Edward later...and thank him for this weekend." I get up to leave. "Bye, Alice. Thanks."
"Bella, remember...nothing says thanks for the fantastic sex like a blow job in the locker room."
I don't even ask how she came to that conclusion.
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I know it's him without even reading the name on the back of his jersey. The strands of hair that I love to brush out of his eyes are curling out from under his cap. His movements are strong and fluid and rhythmic on the field. Mmm. Just like the way he is in bed. Geez. My cleavage is going to be all sweaty.
I take a seat close to first base so I can look across to third where he's fielding grounders. I sit a few rows away from a group of slutty looking girls. I don't want to catch anything...and I don't mean a foul ball. I recognize one of the girls from my freshman lab. Angela Weber. No, "Angi." With an "i" at the end. She made that very clear on the first day. Pastor's daughter gone wild. Obviously watched Footloose too many times. Probably the new, shitty version.
I can see her whispering something to her friend while staring in Edward's direction. Well, not so much staring as it is pole dancing without the equipment.
She turns in my direction when I can't help barking out a laugh. I see a brief flicker of annoyance, then she plasters on a smile phonier than her tits. "Hi, Miss Swan," she calls out, leaning over the seats so her ass is hanging out towards the field. The catcher can probably give her a rectal exam. "Are you here to tutor or something?"
Bimbo. With an "o" at the end.
"No, Angela," I say sweetly, emphasizing the "la," "I'm here to see my boyfriend."
"Oh, like the coach?"
My mind quickly catalogs the ways I can blow her ass up in the lab and make it look like an accident. The coaching staff probably has an average age of fifty. And this is the reason why I hate being here. Stupid whores.
"That's really none of your business," I reply, weakly. I almost jump up and run out, but I can't. Something stops me. I look up and Edward is waving at me. He taps his lips and gestures in my direction. I can't help the huge grin that breaks out on my face.
"Oh my god, Angi, Cullen just blew you a kiss. I told you that tube top would work!" freshman whore number two shrieks. "Gah, he's coming over here!"
And he is. To see me.
He hops over the short gate and pulls me into his arms. "Hey, baby," he says, low and sexy before kissing me. I hear a gasp nearby as he proves how much he missed me. In front of everyone. Several players make rude noises.
I pull away briefly, my lips still glistening with his kiss to say, "Miss Weber, make sure you make an appointment at my convenience to discuss your grade. You obviously need help with chemistry."
Edward laughs and grabs my ass. "Let's go."
I feel triumphant as I follow Edward into the locker room. I think a spectacular "thank you" is in order.
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