Chapter 6: 14th February
Bella
Bella's 'conducting an illicit, passionate affair with your sexy-as-fuck professor' kit:
New non-university email addresses each- only known to each other. Only to be accessed on phones.
One new, Pay As You Go mobile phone each—number only known to each other.
Concealer- medical grade- to cover up neck hickeys. Each.
A litany of plausible excuses for friends, family, colleagues and classmates as to why you're always busy.
Condoms, just in case your sexy-as-fuck professor ever decides to stop cock-blocking.
One Rampant Rabbit. For when he dazzles you almost to the point of orgasm, and then pulls back, leaving you to finish the job solo.
Lip balm. For lips chapped from kissing and from biting them to stop blurting out, 'I love you.'
Because I did. I was so bloody in love with The Fox that I couldn't see straight. Our passion for neurosciences was merely the tip of the iceberg when it came to our common interests, from music to movies, to food. He took care of me so gently and tenderly; I'd had boyfriends before, but none had ever made me feel like I was the centre of their universe the way he did.
It was 14th February. We were sitting cross-legged opposite each other on The Fox's sofa, basking in the privacy of his apartment in Summertown, a suburb of Oxford, a couple of miles out of the city.
"It's not a Valentine's gift. I just happen to be giving it to you on Valentine's Day," I told him.
"Well ..." He produced a small box from his back pocket. "While we're on the subject of gifts..."
"Edward!" I leaned forward and slapped his chest lightly. He caught my hand and entwined his fingers with mine before kissing my knuckles. A now-familiar erotic shiver ran through me. "You first."
After passing me my present, he popped open his gift.
"You made me cupcakes?"
"Reese's Peanut Butter Cup cupcakes. Chocolate cake with peanut butter icing, topped with chocolate sauce," I explained.
"My favourite, and they look delicious." He put the cupcakes down on the coffee table. "Your turn."
I lifted the lid off the box he gave me. Inside was a silver key ring attached to a cute, little, orange soft toy creature. On it was a key. I looked up at him confused.
"Edward?"
"Um, it's the key to this place. I wanted you to have it, because, well, I like having you here, and I miss you when you're not, and I trust you with my life and ..."
I didn't let him finish and instead launched myself into his lap, kissing him with wild abandon.
"Amazing. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I held it up and examined the toy thing. "I don't mean to be rude but, um, what is it supposed to be?"
"A fox. I admit, it doesn't much look like one, but it was the only key ring I could find that purported to be a fox."
"You got me a fox key ring?"
"Yeah ... Sometimes when you have a nap here or on the coffee room sofa at the lab, you talk. And I've heard you say 'fox, fox, come here, foxy' a few times, so I thought that maybe you like foxes. Is that wrong?" He asked, furrowing his brow in confusion. "Do you actually have some sort of phobia of them?"
I let out a side-splitting, floor-rolling belly laugh.
"Edward, you're The Fox!"
"Huh?"
"Do you really not know this?"
"Know what?"
"Your nickname amongst the undergrad students is 'The Fox.' So in my head, I call you 'The Fox,'" I explained. "Or 'Foxy'."
"Wow. It's a compliment, right?"
"Yes!" I wriggled on his lap and held myself there by wrapping my legs around him. "Because you're foxy ... sexy ... shy ... nocturnal ..." I stopped talking then because his large hands drifted over my ass and one slipped under my jeans.
"You think I'm foxy?" His low voice rumbled like an earthquake through me.
"Mmm-hmm ..." I gently licked along his jawline. "Yep. My foxy Edward."
"Lie back, Baby."
"Yes sir," I replied cheekily as I obeyed his command.
"Oh, you shouldn't have said that ..." His eyes darkened as they swept over my figure, causing goose-bumps to rise on my skin.
"No?"
He moved to hover over me, and gently rocked his pelvis into mine.
"Feel that?"
"Oh yes." Love that.
"When you call me 'sir', it turns me on so fucking much that I can't see straight. It conjures up these fantasies ..."
"And that's a bad thing?" I asked, rolling my hips slightly. "What fantasies? Tell me."
"Bella ... fuck. I'm supposed to be in control of myself ..."
"Tell me, sir," I reiterated. "I want to hear them. I want to hear what dirty things you want to do to me."
"You're really trying to kill me, aren't you, Baby?"
I didn't answer. I just waited, cupping my breast idly, watching him do battle with himself. I knew what I wanted.
All of him.
Everywhere.
And I had waited long enough.
"You want to hear," he said eventually, swallowing hard, "how I imagine you naked except for stockings and a garter belt, on your knees in front of me, begging to suck my cock, begging me to gather your hair in my hand and hold you in place whilst I fuck your mouth?"
"Yes." I squirmed under him. "I want to hear about that. I want to do that to you."
"Well, well, my Bella, so naughty," he breathed, pulling my t-shirt over my head. I was braless and he took the opportunity to play with my nipple, flicking and pulling lightly. Ungh. "I imagined that you'd love it and that these plump titties would bounce up and down as you sucked and licked me. That servicing me would turn you on so much that juices would drip from your pussy down your thighs, and that the smell of you would be thick in the air."
"Holy fuck, yes." I moaned. "Tell me more."
"You'd want me to come in your mouth, to have my spunk dribbling down your chin, but your sexy scent would make me want to switch to fucking your tight little kitty."
His shirt ended up on the floor. I attached my lips to his shoulder and kissed him there.
"Mmm ..."
"At first you'd protest when I pull out of your mouth, but I would pick you up and bend you over the arm of the chair, and use my hand to spread your legs. You would go quiet. Before impaling you with my dick, I'd spank you for being such a dirty girl, for begging your professor to fuck you every which way, and for your little protest." He stroked the side of my face as if to check that I wasn't upset by his words. I was only upset that he'd stopped talking.
"Oh, yes, I'm a bad, bad girl ... you'd have to bring me to heel."
"I would spank you ten times until your juicy bum was rosy red, and then I'd stroke my finger into your slippery wet gash and taste you."
"God, I want your cock now," I wailed. I was so unbelievably turned on. I slid my hand down the front of my jeans, fingered myself and brought my finger back to his lips. "See?"
"Oh bloody hell ..." He sucked my finger into his mouth and encircled it with his tongue before sucking at it like a lollipop. "Nectar—fucking nectar."
He stood up suddenly, leaving me cold.
"What the ...?" I cried indignantly, although I needn't have worried. Edward grabbed my hands and hauled me to my feet.
"Bedroom, Bella. We're not waiting anymore."
"Take me there," I whispered as I wound my arms around his neck again. He nodded and cupped my ass before lifting me up.
As he walked to the bedroom, carrying me, he sucked and pulled at my bottom lip. Sometimes I found that sexier than full kissing, and he knew it. When we got to the bedroom, he set me down. I turned over onto my front and positioned myself over the edge of the bed, ass high in the air.
"Fuck me Edward, please. Like this. I'm begging you, sir."
Before I knew it, my jeans and undies were around my ankles.
"You asked for it," he told me as I felt his warm, large hand stroke up the back of my thigh. Long fingers soon probed inside my oozing, dripping slit and tapped my sensitive nub. I moaned loudly. "You were saying something about begging, Baby?"
"Fuck." He pumped in and out, in and out, but not fast enough. "More, please. Fill me up,I need it!" I wailed.
"Does my Baby want to come?"
"Yes, please. I want to come on your cock."
"Will you be able take it all, Bella? My thick, hard member, will your young, sexy, snug little cunt be able to take the stretching, the pounding, and the good hard fucking?"
"YES. I can do it. I need it."
"That's very good begging, Baby. Let's see, shall we?" He pulled his fingers from me. I heard him snap open his belt buckle and rip the foil of a condom packet, and then I felt his body heat again, as he positioned himself behind me. He pressed the head of his cock against me, and I bit my lip in anticipation.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
With a little push, his tip stretched me open. A second push and he was gripping my shoulders as he slid all the way inside, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust, which was a good thing, because although he wasn't anaconda-sized, he wasn't exactly small.
"Holy fuck," he mumbled. "Heaven."
Amen to that.
"Amazing."
"I'll show you amazing, Baby." He withdrew a little, and then slammed back into me so hard he nearly collapsed on top of me.
"More!"
"Fuck, yeah!"
He quickly set up a rhythm, not kidding about the pounding. Each time he thrust, I felt ripples of pleasure travel through me, and the more he rode me, the bigger the ripples got. With each movement, he stroked against my hot spot, bringing me closer and closer and closer to my climax.
"Close ... So close ..."
"Me too! Bella ..."
He fingered my clit again whilst holding onto my shoulder with his other hand.
"Oh hell, I'm ... I'm ... going to ..." He pressed harder onto my clit. "Fuck. FUCK. COME." I yelled.
"So sexy, my sexy Bella. Me too, me too, ME TOO." I felt his release and the response of my tight canal walls, trying to milk his seed from him by clamping down, almost giving me another orgasm.
He rolled off me onto his back and dragged me on top of him.
"Edward, that was phenomenal. Absolutely ..."
"Uh-huh." I lifted my head. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing loudly.
"I love how you worked me and my body so expertly."
"I love that you let me. You let go and help me let go." He sat up slightly and caressed the side of my face, tangling his fingertips into my now rather damp, tangled hair. "You are perfect, Bella."
So was he.
"You too, Edward. Perfect for me."
"Bella, I don't want to scare you with what I'm about to say next."
A cold chill washed over me.
"What?" I asked warily.
"I love you!" He blurted out before casting his eyes away.
"Don't tell me that and then look away from me!" I cried. He glanced back at me, his teal green eyes all anxious. "I love you too."
"You do?"
"Why do you sound so surprised?"
"Because I honestly thought that this, us, might just be a phase for you. Just a sexual awakening with an older man while trying to find your place in the world."
"I know my place in the world, Edward, and it's with you, always. I love you, and I'll never want to be anywhere more than I want to be next to you."
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Edward
Bella was asleep in my arms after we had the most sensational sex ever, but I was still coming down off the high. She had disagreed with me over delaying sex until we got to know each other better, but respected my wish to wait. I had come to learn that Bella was a bit of a hedonist, and sex was one of her favourite things, although she never compromised when it came to partners. Like me, she would rather self-pleasure than go out and find a random person for the night for which she felt only a mediocre, alcohol-fuelled attraction.
I had resisted her for six long weeks. Instead, I had taken her on dates far away from Oxford, and hung out with her at my apartment, away from the scrutinising eyes of the university. We had gotten to know each other very well, spending at least four out of seven nights together, and had so much in common it was unreal. She had made resistance difficult, though, tempting me with her 'come hither' eyes every time I saw her, sending me sexy texts on our new phones and kissing me with such passion that it was agony to part.
Judging by the noises she made when she came, I think Bella would agree that it was worth the wait. Never in the twenty-two years since I lost my virginity had I felt such a mind-blowing climax, or such a connection to another human being. She knew exactly how to play me, drawing out the confession of my deepest fantasies. Despite that, I had a niggling worry in the back of my mind that I was a pervert, corrupting this gorgeous, young girl.
The post-sex high made me brave; I told Bella that I loved her, and she shocked me by telling me, in no uncertain terms, that she felt the same way. Part of me had been waiting for the bubble to burst, for her to get bored, for some youthful, preppy boy to sweep her off her feet, but I felt her sincerity when she declared her feelings for me. I didn't know it was possible to feel as joyous as I did when she said that she was in love with me too.
"... Foxy ... good fox ... let me pet you ..." she mumbled. She was the most spectacular sleep-talker, and I had to suppress a laugh at her words. I had absolutely no idea that the students called me 'The Fox,' or that I was the 'Foxy' Bella was talking about in her sleep, until she told me.
I leaned down and kissed my Bella on the forehead. She wriggled against me, and her palm travelled down my torso, to rest on my upper thigh. My dick couldn't help but react to the proximity of her hand. I started to try to imagine unsexy thoughts, but it was futile. My morning wood had sprung up, and he wasn't going anywhere. Of course, Bella, little nymphet that she is, started moaning softly and licking my chest in her sleep, her tongue laving my left nipple as if it were a cherry Chupa Chup.
"Bella Swan, you'll be the death of me," I whispered.
Her hand started creeping closer to my dick, and I didn't know whether to wake her, or just leave her and enjoy it. Maybe she was half-awake already. I ran my hand down her back and squeezed her ass lightly, and she gently took my shaft in her hot palm. As I squeezed, she stroked, deliciously slow but steady, and any notion of actually finding out if she was awake went out the window. It was all I could do not to scream aloud because she was working my cock so exquisitely, and it was taking all my power not to give in, and come all over her.
"Such a good boy," she sighed, "such a good foxy, I'll take care of you ..."
"Promise?" I heard myself say. She already did, though. She was the younger of us two, but she made me feel cared-for and protected, and loved, in a way that no woman had before.
Bella sped up her jerks on my cock, and the need to climax completely overwhelmed me. I came in great spurts all over her hand, my thigh and the sheets. She didn't seem fazed, but merely wiped her hand on my thigh and turned over onto her back.
"You can always trust me, Foxy," she murmured. "Now sleep, there's a good boy."
"I love you Bella," I whispered back.
"Love ... Foxy," she echoed, her words dissolving as she fell into a definite slumber.
Ignoring the mess I'd made, I turned over too, rested my head against her breasts and fell into the most blissful sleep I'd had in years.
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Thank you all for reading. It's been a very difficult week for me in RL so I've needed all the positivity!
Someone (a guest reviewer so I couldn't reply in a PM) wasn't happy about The Fox saying that he would have fallen for her whether she was 'twenty-one or fifty-one.' I understand your point, but Edward says it because that's how he feels. By the time they declare their feelings, he's completely head over heels in love with her for the person she is, separate to his sexual attraction to her and separate to her age. He hasn't actually considered how he might feel if she were the older one, because that's not the situation he's in.
The next update should be the same time next week, but it may be later, depending on my RL.