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WARNING: This chapter contains what you would call a Lemon, I guess. Whatever. This chapter contains sexual content that may frighten some readers whom are of young age!
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Chapter 8: Sexual Disappointments
Wobbling knees. One of the many results of Edward's incredible kissing abilities.
And I suppose that he caught onto this, for his pleasurable large hands gripped my outer thighs, and he lifted me up without any problem. He wrapped my relieved legs around his waist.
I squashed my body to his; one hand bracing his broad shoulder and the other tangled in his chaotic bronze hair. My legs squeezed his waist tightly, not wanting to ever let go.
We were careful to not squish my stomach, but even that didn't stop my hips from being against his. I could feel every flawless muscle of his body; the shape of his cute butt, the curves in his hard chest, and the prominent bulge in the front of his sweat pants.
I half moaned and half sighed the first time I rubbed against the outgrowth. That just caused Edward to pull back in shock; his unusually dark eyes were glazed in what seemed like lust.
He carried us out of the Busic room and to my bedroom, pushing me up against walls here and there, and stopping every once in a while to balance us.
Seeming to forget that our clothing was covered in paint, he laid me back on the bed; then he hovered over me, discreet about not putting any of his weight on me.
I closed my eyes slowly and tried to breath steadily as he pressed his lips to mine once, chastely. Then, I felt his presence disappear.
Opening my eyes, I discovered that he was lower, at my feet to be exact.
He took one foot in his hands and brought it up to his lips, kissing it faintly. He did the same to my other foot.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Suddenly, I felt like I was going to faint on the spot.
Then he kissed and caressed his way up my body; his delicious lips kissing every inch of my legs before, ultimately, his head reached my real weak spot.
Hesitant, Edward let his fingers slowly creep up the sides of my thighs, inside my maternity shorts.
I sighed, "Too slow."
I swatted his hands away and then smiled comforting when Edward casted a look full of hurt at me. Lifting my hips, I wiggled my way out of the shorts, leaving me in a shirt, sports bra, and my embarrassing The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack underwear.
My underwear caused him to snicker and my face to redden even more. But even if my face was the reddest it's ever been, I was the happiest I've ever been.
Edward crawled up my body, and pushed his lips to mine.
"So remarkably beautiful...," he muttered against my lips.
I pushed on his chest and laid him back on the bed, straddling his waist while still kissing him. He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I parted my mouth. His tongue met mine softly but our quiet battle soon turned louder.
He growled loudly when I broke away from him and slid down his body to in between his legs. I then slid off of the bed and gripped on his sweat pants, pulling them down. He lifted his hips eagerly and I yanked the irritating sweat pants off of his body.
I bit my bottom lip as I looked down at Edward, who was on his elbows smiling smugly at me.
He hadn't worn any boxers or briefs or whatever he usually wore. He had gone what, I guess, a normal person would call 'commando' but no matter how sexy that word may have seemed, it couldn't compare to Edward.
His....motivation...was completely standing—literally—out. Alert and just begging to be touched, I knelt on the bed, in between Edward's legs.
My confidence faltered for a moment when I reached out to grab his enlarged and hardened body part.
I mean, sure, I wasn't a virgin—thanks to a party that Alice had held two years ago at the Cullens' House—but I hadn't ever done anything like this. And to do it with somebody so special, and somebody that could take this all away from me, I felt like I was going to screw it up automatically.
While hesitating, Edward's pale hand reached out and grabbed mine, bringing it to his excitement.
He moved my hand with his for a while, just spreading the pre-cum. I thought that I was doing pretty well—even if he was helping me—because his breathing was labored and small moans and whimpers would escape his lips.
I inwardly smiled, satisfied. We seemed to forget about everything. That we're best friends. That he's married to Tanya. And that I was carrying his child. It all vanished, as if it was never there in the first place.
Eventually, his hand released mine and I was on my own.
This continued for a some time. I stroked, squeezed, and even kissed his excitement until, finally, I became bolder than ever.
Still stroking him, I put my lips to his ear, letting my hot breath hit his neck and ear softly.
"I have wanted this for so long.....," I whispered in what I guessed to be a seductive voice.
My words put him on the edge; like when you're reading a book and you're on your seat, anxious to find out what happens next, then suddenly, something catches you by surprise and you fall out of your seat.
Edward fell out of his seat.
"Oh...g-god...holy s-shit!" he exploded, convulsing in my hand and soon, I began to feel liquid on my hand.
He let his orgasm rack through his body and finally he let out one last growl that caused my heaven to come tumbling down to Earth.
"Tanya!" he half growled and half yelled.
I guess Tanya didn't vanish in his head. He was probably picturing her all along....
Releasing him, I got off of the bed as my eyes began to tear up. A sob wrenched through my body as I hurriedly wiped away my tears with my shirt.
It was then, when I was looked back up at Edward, did he realize his mistake.
"Bella...I'm so—" he began, panicking as he wiped himself off and slipped on his sweat pants.
"Don't bother. Just get out," I said, trying to keep my voice as motionless as possible.
"You don't unders—" he started again. He walked toward me and I shrunk against the wall, shaking my head.
"I don't understand? Well, I don't want to understand! Just get the hell out!"
"I'm sorry..."
I pointed toward the door. "Get. Out."
He gave in—easily, might I add—and walked out my bedroom door without another word.
Sobbing and shaking, I crawled in my bed and cried myself to sleep.
That was the first night I had dream of the Edward that was my lover.
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