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**Chapter 8**

"Try to relax." She mumbled into my ear while her hands stroked down my neck; the gentle touch of her fingertips sent shivers down my spine.

Then she pulled my messy hair over my shoulder and started kissing down my back. The tip of her tongue licked up each of the tiny drops of water on my skin. It felt heavenly to be caressed that way. The tingly feeling in my stomach seemed to stream into my entire body now.

I wasn't used to so much tender attention. No one had ever touched me the way she did, like she enjoyed it as much as I did.

Something cold poured down on my shoulder blade and I cringed at the sudden temperature difference.

"Ali…,"

"It's just some massage oil."

She put her fingertip under my nose to let me inhale the sweet vanilla fragrance. Hmm, so that was why she always smelled that good.

I closed my eyes and sighed deeply as she started kneading and stretching all the muscles in my back in smooth movements. It was so relaxing that I almost managed to fall asleep, almost.

Slowly I turned around and twisted my hands into her short curls. My lips captured hers, nudging the tip of my tongue against her full bottom lip. With a low moan she parted her lips a little to let me slip into her mouth. My tongue toyed against hers and I sucked its tip between my teeth to nibble on it.

Her hands cupped my left breast and a whimper left my lips as she rolled her thumb over the sensitive skin of my nipple.

Then her mouth closed around the hardened nub while her hand continued massaging my other breast in small circles.

I felt her slim thighs moving higher on mine. Instinctively I rocked my hips against her to get her closer to me. The wetness between her legs left a slick, warm trail on my hipbone.

"Oh Bella…,"

I loved the way my name sounded on her lips, so good…

With trembling fingers she stroked my cheek before she leaned over and planted soft kisses all over my face.

"Will you let me make love to you, Bella?" she murmured against my shoulder while her tongue circled over the pearls of sweat on my collarbone.

Make love to you, make love to you….

How was a woman supposed to make love to another? Maybe she would let me feel her tongue again. The thought send goose bumps down my spine.

She wrapped her arms around my left thigh to lift it up and turned me to the side. I still didn't know what she was about to do and that made me feel a little stupid now. There was so much that I had no clue about.

Then she lowered herself between my parted legs so that her slick folds brushed over the throbbing pearl of my clit. Something that was comparable to an electric shock went through my body.

God that felt so incredibly good.

Slowly she started rocking her hips back and forth; each of the small movements seemed to increase the wetness between her thighs.

"Move with me." She whispered hoarsely and twisted the fingers of her hands with mine. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply through my mouth. Everything around me smelled so incredibly good; the sweetness of the vanilla oil mixing up with the musky scent of our lust.

I perked my hips up against hers and her inner lips nudged against mine in a heavenly pressure that made me moan out in pleasure.

Faster and faster we started rubbing against each other. I could feel more wetness pouring out of my entrance. Or was it hers? Was it my clit that pulsated between my inner lips now or hers? At a certain point it felt almost as if we were no longer two bodies but one.

She was so close to me now…eventually. My legs started shaking and then with the final stroke of her clit against mine she brought me over the edge of my lust. A second later she collapsed on top of me.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. Then I cupped her pretty face in my hand and planted a kiss on her trembling lips. Somehow they tasted salty now.

"Are you crying?" I stumbled out anxiously when I realized that the saltiness on her mouth were tears.

She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

"I'm so sorry about that." She told me, her voice barely a whisper in the darkness now.

"Don't have to be." I assured her while I started stroking down her cheekbone with my fingertips.

"Did I do something wrong? I didn't hurt you or anything?"

Quickly she shook her head before she rested it against my bare chest. The spikey ends of her hair tickled my skin.

"Just hold me now, will you?" she whispered so low that I hadn't been able to hear her if she hadn't been so close to me.

I pulled her closer, one of my hands continued caressing her face, wiping away the last tears from the corner of her eyes. The other one started drawing fine circles down her neck until we finally fell asleep in each other's arm.

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"Morning, sleepyhead," She greeted me cheerfully, planting a soft kiss upon my shoulder.

"Hmm…morning," I mumbled and turned around, carefully wrapping the blanket around me so that she wouldn't see too much of my body. Letting her feel me was starting to feel okay to me…more than okay actually, but letting her see me? No, that was completely out of question.

"Did you sleep well?" She asked me as she sat down next to me, placing a tray on my thighs.

"Yes, I did. What's all this?"

"Breakfast for us of course,"

"Ali, I don't…,"

"Oh come on, Bella. I've spend twenty minutes fighting with this ridiculous thing that you call a toaster."

"Fine, if it makes you happy…,"

Why the hell was she always trying to make me eat? Slowly I took a sip from the cup of white coffee in front of me.

She put one arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek that reddened instantly under the touch of her lips.

"Honey or jelly?" she murmured into my ear.

"Honey, please."

A few drops of the golden colored liquid landed on a piece of buttered toast. Her fingertips brushed over my lips as she put it to my mouth to let me take a bite…and another.

"Good?" she asked me and I nodded my head. Then I leaned forward and licked away a small trail of honey that was running down her thumb.

The doorbell made me almost jump out of the bed.

"Crap!" I called out, already feeling the sweat of fear streaming out of each of my pores.

"What's wrong?"

"That's your sister."

God why did everyone in the Cullen family have to be a morning person?

My eyes caught the small digital alarm clock at the right side of the bed, and I sighed deeply.

Then I stood up and rushed into the bathroom. Quickly I pulled a plain, baby blue shirt over my head and stepped into the jeans skirt I had refused to wear last night. I twisted my hairs into a bum at the end of my neck and walked down the stairs, carefully trying not to stumble over my own feet.

As soon as I opened the door I landed flat on my back. A huge wet tongue brushed over my chin and I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

"Fido!"

Rosalie pulled the dog off of me, and I stood up from the hard floor.

"Morning, Rose." I mumbled while I wiped the slobber out of my face.

"Hi Bella, you look as if you've fallen out of your bed right now. What happened to your plans to jog in the morning? It would help you to get rid of your belly fat."

Lovely as always….

"Hmm,"

"Mommy!" Lilly called out and wrapped her tiny arms around my neck so that I could lift her up. I planted a kiss on her copper hair that always smelled a little bit of the strawberry shampoo I used to wash it with.

The dog started whimpering, and I reached down to pet his huge head with my fingertips.

"Fido, sit!" Rosalie instructed while I put Lilly down again.

She pulled a few biscuit crumbles out of her pocket and let the dog lick it off her hands.

"Lilly, honey, you can't give Fido stuff like that. He'll get sick."

"But he likes it."

"Lilly, your aunt is right. We'll find something that you can feed him in the kitchen."

She grabbed the dog around the metal collar and pulled him after her. Fido was a strange mutt…a mixture of a Keeshond and Labrador with the size of a calf. Emmett had gotten it from a shelter in an attempt to cheer his wife up. Like such a thing was possible.

I poured Rosalie a glass of orange juice and handed Lilly a piece of cheese that immediately disappeared in the mouth of the dog.

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Can I have a puppy for my birthday?"

"Honey, you know that your daddy is allergic to the hairs."

"But mommy...,"

"Allergic?" Ali asked me while she entered the kitchen with ballet-like moves. She hugged her sister and planted a kiss on each of her cheeks.

"Hi, Tinker-Ali. You look pretty."

"Don't call me that, Rose. It's embarrassing."

A low chuckle left the mouth of my blonde sister-in-law as she sat down on one of the kitchen chairs.

"And just for the record; Edward is not allergic, he's just scared of them."

"What a coward. Emmett will have to give Fido to one of our neighbors when we come to Lilly's party. I can't risk my brother to spend his daughter's birthday in fear."

I bit my lower lip nervously, while I desperately tried to remind myself that it would be totally inappropriate to take Ali's hand now.

"Is something wrong?" Rosalie asked me when she recognized the stressed expression on my face.

"Lilly, go to your room, honey."

"Can I take Fido with me?"

"Hmm, yes you can. Just don't let him lay on your bed, okay?"

As soon as she was out of the room I cleared my throat before I spoke up again.

"Edward won't be here for her birthday. He told me that…,"

"What do you mean he won't be here? Is that some kind of joke?"

"No. He said that he needs to work."

Her blue eyes narrowed into angry slits. Then she pulled her cell out of her handbag.

"Rose, please…don't."

"Ah, just shut up, Bella. I know that you're way too chicken to stand up to him…," I cringed slightly but then I felt a warm dainty hand touching my thigh under the table.

"I won't let my brother do that to Lilly."

It seemed to take forever until he finally picked up the phone. I wondered what he had been doing right now. Rosalie put him on loud speaker before she snarled into the receiver.

"You, you…selfish little ass!"

"Rose?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"What's wrong? You sound angry."

"I am not angry, Edward. I'm pissed!"

"Why? Look, Rosalie if this about the surrogate mother again. I swear that I thought you've talked to Emmett about it before…,"

A surrogate mother? I raised one eyebrow in confusion, and Rosalie gave me a dirty look.

"It doesn't have to do with that. Your useless wife told me that you won't be here for Lilly's birthday."

"Jeez, Rosie, I'm sorry about that but I have to work. There are deadlines…,"

"I don't care about your stupid deadlines! I care about Lilly. She will be so disappointed if you won't be here."

"Rosalie, I don't have the time to discuss this with you right now."

"Fine, Edward. We'll talk about it later. Don't you think that this conversation is over."

With that she disconnected the call and shoved the silvery cell back into her handbag.

"I have to go now. Can I leave Fido here until get back from my hormone injection?"

Great, as if she needed any more estrogen inside her blood. All the estrogen in the world wouldn't help her to get pregnant. Of course, I would rather bite my own tongue than to tell her that.

"Yeah, you can leave him here. Lilly will be thrilled."

"Okay, that's great. I'll pick him up later then. Don't let her feed him all the time. We don't want the poor animal to get overweight." Her eyes moved up and down my body as she said the last word, and I thought about breaking her perfect snub nose with my fist.

She's just jealous of you.

Then she stood up and kissed Ali on the cheek to tell her goodbye.

Suddenly she giggled and put her hand on her sisters' slim neck.

"You should probably cover that up before you leave the house."

My eyes caught the small deep red mark between her neck and her collarbone. I remembered sucking on the sensitive skin and my face turned into bright crimson color.

"Jeez, Bella. Don't be such a prude. It's just a hickey."

She turned to Ali who pulled out a tiny mirror to look at the mark. A small smile flashed over her pixie-face as she touched it with her fingertips.

"Do I know her?"

"Whom?"

"The girl who gave you the hickey, of course."

"Definitely not, Rose. You don't know her at all."

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