Chapter 53

"Flesh for fantasy"

Edward's POV

"So, your place or mine after school?" I whispered cautiously into her ear as I leaned towards her.

"Well, Charlie is still at work so we'd have my house to ourselves", Bella whispered back and shot me a small smile.

Unfortunately she'd managed to answer my question just as Mrs. Keats was finishing up her lecture about Charles Dickens' life and hell hath no fury as an English teacher interrupted during a rant about one of her favorite authors.

"Do you have anything you'd like to add to the subject, Miss Swan?" Mrs. Keats asked pointedly as her eyes ruthlessly bore into Bella.

Twenty-six pairs of eyes turned to look in our direction as Mrs. Keats waited impatiently for Bella's reply. Mrs. Keats was known for being very passionate about the subject she was teaching but it also meant that she took it quite personally whenever she felt that a student disrespected her subject. I tried to smile apologetically at Mrs. Keats to let her know that the fault was mine and not Bella's. She had a soft spot for me since she considered me as one of the students who actually gave a damn about her subject. My attempt seemed to take some of the edge off of her indignation at least and her face softened a bit.

"No, I'm sorry, Mrs. Keats", Bella anxiously excused herself, her cheeks flaring with embarrassment.

She then turned her eyes down to stare at the table where we were sitting in an attempt to ignore her classmates staring at her. I could see Lauren Mallory smirking in her direction, obviously pleased by Bella's mortification. I'd never had any positive thoughts about Lauren Mallory before, especially since she was Jessica Stanley's friend, but her smug face now made me want to walk across the room and wipe it straight off. I knew she thought she was all that just because a lot of the guys at school danced to her tune, but I'd seen right through her a long time ago. I knew her type. She wasn't a nice person and high school was about as exciting as her life was ever going to get.

Mrs. Keats nodded curtly and then returned to her sermon about Charles Dickens and how his life had been reflected in his writing.

"I'm looking forward to reading your essays about Charles Dickens. This will make up for a substantial part of your grades. See you Thursday!" Mrs. Keats said, concluding the class.

I glanced in Bella's direction and I could tell that she was still visibly flustered by the reprimand Mrs. Keats had given her. She gathered her books without looking up.

"You okay?" I asked gently. A part of me wanted to tell her that she wouldn't even remember this in a week, but I also knew that she hated being the center of attention.

"It's fine", she replied awkwardly and smiled meekly at me, "You know I just hate the attention. So, my place?"

"Definitely your place", I responded, smiling at her as I reached to take her books from her.

She shook her head resignedly and smiled at me as she reluctantly handed over her books.. I knew she thought I was being very old-fashioned, always insisting on carrying her books, but I was fine with that. And on top of that, if her hands were free she'd have a better chance at landing on her hands if she tripped. And she tripped a lot.

As we exited the classroom I suddenly noticed my own name in Lauren Mallory's thoughts and as I glanced to the left I could see her leaning casually against a locker next to the door. I swiftly browsed through her thoughts and realized this was going to be an awkward one. Apparently Lauren Mallory had gotten the idea that I was the challenge she was going for this summer and by the tone of her thoughts it didn't seem as if she was going to take no for an answer.

"Edward", she said, her voice sultry, as she observed me from where she stood.

I could tell that her addressing me had caught Bella off guard and she stood in between us, looking confused.

"Never mind her", I said firmly to Bella as I ignored Lauren entirely. I wasn't interested in hearing one word of what Lauren had to say to me.

"Um, okay", Bella answered, still sounding insecure about the whole situation. I imagined this whole situation must seem really strange to her seeing as she knew nothing about Lauren's thoughts or intentions. Play it cool, Cullen.

"I'm talking to you, Edward", Lauren sneered viciously, obviously pissed off by my refusal to look at her.

Even though I really wanted to ignore her I knew I had to at least pretend to listen to her to not seem weird to Bella. If I didn't hear her out Bella would probably think I was reacting really weird to a classmate merely trying to address me.

"Yes?" I replied curtly and glared furiously at her.

The last thing I wanted was for her to say something that made Bella doubt herself or our relationship. As I listened to her thoughts I could tell that she had plenty of unkind things to say about Bella and I didn't want to expose her to a single one of those thoughts. Lauren had a reputation of showing interest in guys that were taken and I'd heard more than one girl at our school thinking of occasions when Lauren had tried to approach guys that were obviously already spoken for. She enjoyed putting other girls down and I figured Bella and I recently becoming an item had triggered her curiosity. I knew that Bella could be pretty depreciative when it came to her self-perception and I wasn't going to let Lauren mess with her head.

"I was just wondering what your plans for the summer are?" she asked, now trying to sound a bit more alluring, even though I could tell that she was still annoyed at my initial response.

I tilted my head to the side, as if questioning her reason for asking, but I didn't respond to her question. My lack of a response seemed to annoy her immensely and her eyes narrowed viciously as she looked at Bella who was standing next to me.

"Well, I was just wondering when you were going to shake off some of that deadweight. Maybe you'd like to meet up?" she asked pointedly as she glared at Bella.

I smiled icily at her as I put my arm around Bella and pulled her closer to me.

"How come, Lauren? Have you managed to break up everyone else's relationship at this school already? Don't wear yourself out. We still have senior year", I retorted callously and then smiled sweetly at her.

I could tell that my response had caught her off guard and her mouth hung slightly agape as she was racking her brain in search of a comeback. I could tell by reading her thoughts that she wasn't aware of the fact that her homewrecking was widely known among the student body and I had to stop myself from laughing out loud at her shock. I knew I was being petty, but this was one of the few times when my special gift was actually worth having. Still, I'd had more than enough of Lauren Mallory.

"I'll let you know when, and if, I decide to go slumming. Ciao!" I added happily before she had time to find her words.

I ushered Bella along with me, still holding my arm around her.

"Wow, that was awkward. What is it with this town? Why is everyone acting like they're completely starved?" she muttered somberly as I held up the door to her.

I chuckled at her remark.

"Well, I suppose that's the way things go when you're related to half of the people your own age and you've already rejected the other half", I replied good-humoredly as I walked by her side.

She shrugged glumly and threw up her hands as if to say she didn't know the answer to her own question.

"Why me, Edward?" she then demanded sincerely.

I rolled my eyes at her and couldn't help but smile.

"Well, why me, Bella? Why not Mike Newton? Why not Tyler Crowley? I suppose because love is unpredictable", I replied teasingly.

"Did you just compare yourself to Mike Newton?" she asked, her face scrunching up in a frown.

"And didn't you just compare yourself to Lauren Mallory?" I countered her question.

She shook her head at me.

"Comparing yourself with Mike Newton, that's just… That's just not the same thing. That's like comparing The Gap with Gucci. There's obviously no comparison to be made", she protested.

I laughed at her ludicrous comparison.

"I just hope that means I'm the Gucci", I responded, still unable to stop laughing.

She sighed and rolled her eyes at me.

"Obviously you're the Gucci. Stop fishing for compliments and answer my initial question, please"

"I was just making sure", I replied joyfully.

"Well?" she demanded.

I pulled myself together and made an effort to answer her question with complete candor.

"Um… Well… To me, it's just been pretty obvious since I got to know you. Even if I didn't allow myself to be so frank at the beginning there has never been any doubt in my mind about the fact that you were something else. I figured almost instantly that my feelings towards you would turn into something I hadn't experienced before, if I allowed myself to explore it. You just get me, I suppose. And I felt from the start that you didn't want me for all the reasons why people usually take an interest in me. You weren't impressed by my family's money, you weren't interested in dating one of my brothers, you didn't find me interesting just because of everyone else's interest in my family. It has always felt like you wanted to get to know me."

"I did. I do", she interjected breathlessly.

I nodded at her.

"And I suppose the timing was a bit off for you, but for me… You showed up at a time when I really needed someone to take my mind off all the complicated things in my life. It's not like I'm saying that you were like a blankie or anything, but the way you managed to take my mind off things that I just couldn't stand to think of… I know I've never spoken much about Jasper, but to me… The way you managed to give me a quiet mind at a time when I had about a thousand heavy thoughts roaring at the back of my mind. That was invaluable to me and one of the many things that made me fall for you."

I looked at her. Her face was frozen, her mouth slightly agape. When she finally snapped out of it she shook her head slightly and then nodded slowly.

"And there you go again, leaving me at a loss for words", she then said, smiling awkwardly.

I smiled affectionately at her.

"Just keeping it real, Swan", I said happily, amused by her reaction.

"So, what makes me better than Mike Newton? You have to tell me", I went on, teasing her.

She shook her head and sighed loudly.

"Oh come on, Edward. Stop being such a glutton for flattery."

"Still, indulge me, Bella. I just told you things about my feelings for you bordering on an ode to your splendidness", I insisted.

She rolled her eyes at me and then smiled.

"Well, for one, you can spell your name."

"Don't be cruel, Bella. Even Mike can pull off four letters", I countered.

"Alright. Your only motive for pursuing me wasn't just trying to get in my pants."

"Well, if we're completely honest here, after having been in your pants I would have highly recommended it to…"

"Oh, shut up, Edward", she said and slapped my arm.

"I'm just saying, if I'd known just how…"

"I'm warning you", she growled and reached to punch my overarm, but I easily dodged her small fist.

"Alright, alright", I chuckled, "I'll be quiet now."

She glared viciously at me. I knew how uncomfortable it made her when I joked about our sex life when we were around other people, which kind of made me want to do it even more. There was nothing more amusing than riling her up, pushing all her buttons. In moderation, of course. We'd reached my car and I unlocked it and opened the door on the passenger side, gesturing at her to get inside.

"I'm just saying, you can't really blame Mike for wanting a slice of you, Bella. I mean, he must have noticed the way I'm practically glowing these days, in a way that is only achieved through great, mind-blowing, decadent sex", I continued just as she sat down and she instantly snapped her head around to glare at me.

"Not another word", I promised, trying not to laugh at her sour face, and then shut the door.

I then walked around to the other side and got in the car.

"How is it possible that two people as classy and wellbred as your parents managed to have such a vulgar, unrefined son?" Bella asked savagely as I sat down.

"I suppose you bring out the best in me, Swan", I chuckled and turned on the engine.

"I'm being serious, Edward", she demanded, annoyed, "Is this one of your turn ons, making my blood boil?"

"You've got me all figured out, Swan", I chuckled and rolled out of the school parking lot.

At the corner of my eye I could see her shaking her head at me and then leaning the back of her head against the headrest of her seat in resignation.

"So when is Charlie going to be home?" I asked, pretending to be curious. In fact, there was nothing for me to be curious about seeing as I knew that Charlie had just started his shift and that he wouldn't be back home until 10 pm at the earliest.

I ceaselessly kept track of Charlie's work schedule and I strived to make the most of what little time we had when we were completely alone, not having to take Charlie into consideration. We'd have the house all to ourselves, with all that it entailed. I mused at the thought of exploring her body and getting her to make those small pleasured noises that I was so very fond of.

Once we got to her house we instantly headed for her room, none of us wanting to waste another minute that could possibly be spent together in the privacy of her room. As she closed the door to her room I had already sat down on her bed, more than ready to explore every fantasy that I'd been having about her during the day.

"I'm just going to take my pill, before I forget", Bella excused herself and disappeared through the bathroom door.

I laid back on the bed, eagerly awaiting her return. I could hear the familiar sound of the blister pack crackling on the other side of the wall. If I'd been able to be completely honest with her I would have told her months ago that she didn't need to take her birth control pills since I couldn't get her pregnant anyway. It was completely unnecessary for her to expose herself to all of those hormones. But since we were living a lie I had to play along and occasionally remind her to take them to not seem like an irresponsible boyfriend. Because what could I have said? Oh, by the way, Bella, you don't need to be taking those anymore since my bodily fluids are dead anyway so I couldn't make you pregnant even if I wanted to? I obviously couldn't say that. Possibly ever.

Even though I kept dodging the question of when and how I was actually going to tell her what I was, I'd occasionally contemplated her reaction to the fact that I wouldn't be able to give her children. In a world where I'd finally mustered the courage to tell Bella the truth about myself, and by telling her that hadn't caused her to run for the hills, would she care that we could never have kids? Obviously it probably wasn't the first question that would occur to her once she found out about my family and I, but I assumed the question would arise at some point.

I wasn't trying to fool myself into thinking that she'd be unaffected by the fact that I wasn't able to give her children. Of course she'd react. Even if Bella and I had never discussed the matter, I'd supposed that she wanted kids someday. In my experience most people wanted kids eventually. But I figured there'd be about a hundred other questions she'd be asking before getting around to the question of having kids if she ever found out. For example the fact that she'd age and I wouldn't. Or the truth about what I ate to survive. And probably questions about my past too. I shuddered at the thought. Even though I was being a good boy these days I obviously hadn't always lived that way. I'd done unthinkable things in the past, things that I now dreaded she'd find out. These were the kind of thoughts that made me think twice whenever I was overcome by the urge to tell her the truth about it all.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder, if the tables had been turned, would I have forfeited the opportunity to have children to be with Bella? It wasn't something I needed to contemplate more than a couple of seconds. I'd sacrifice that without thinking twice about it. There was no doubt in my mind about it. Maybe Bella would feel the same thing? Maybe she would consider me worthy of the sacrifice? However, this was obviously only part of the equation. I hadn't factored in the facts that I was a fucking vampire and that I'd lied to her about myself and my background this entire time. Those factors would probably have a certain impact on her decisions too.

"We're good to go", Bella said, smirking at me as she exited the bathroom, interrupting my previous thoughts.

I smiled at her and gestured for her to come join me in bed. Without hesitation she happily walked over to the bed and made herself comfortable next to me. As I raised myself on my elbow to lean over her and give her a kiss a couple of brochures lying on her bedstand caught my eye. I instantly froze in the middle of my action. They were college brochures. By a brief look I could tell that there were brochures for colleges in the Washington area, but also brochures for colleges in Arizona. The notion made my heart sting and I had to stop myself from acting upon my initial feelings. Betrayal. Somehow seeing these college brochures for Arizona colleges felt like a betrayal. It made me feel all over again that the choice between Dan and I still hadn't really been made and that there still was a chance that she'd choose him over me.

But then I became aware of my own thoughts and the fact that I was about to make an argument out of nothing. I couldn't do that again if I wanted to be with her. I had to abstain from my dark, cynical thoughts and choose to rise above them. I was well aware of the fact that our relationship wouldn't survive anymore jealous outbursts on my part, even though every cell in me was screaming with covetousness.

"Where do you want to go to college?" I asked, gesturing at the brochures on her nightstand while giving it my all trying to sound casual.

"Where do you want to go to college?" she quipped, obviously not taking note of the sudden change in my mood.

"Well, that depends", I answered attentively.

"Depends on what?" she asked carefully, her voice curious.

"It depends on where you want to go. Of course", I replied gently and looked her in the eyes.

"It does?" she responded carefully, yet sounding happy.

"Where you lead I will follow, Isabella Swan", I softly replied and smiled lovingly at her. I placed a soft kiss against her forehead and then pulled back.

She smiled blithely back at me.

"But you could go anywhere you wanted. You could go to one of the Ivy League schools if you wanted to. Hell, you could even go to Europe, I suppose", she objected dreamily.

"Is that something you'd wanna do?" I inquired curiously.

I'd assumed that we'd both be off for college by next fall, but I supposed that wasn't necessarily our only option. Even though I'd made up my mind some while ago regarding not altering the course of Bella's fate more than necessary, I figured heading straight to college didn't have to be written in stone. Maybe we could take a gap year and travel through Europe? Maybe Asia too? If I could only convince her to accept my money that was definitely something that we could do. College could wait another year, couldn't it? I supposed that Bella's parents wouldn't be too happy about it, but she would be 18 by then, almost 19. And it wasn't as if I was going to be a permanent part of Bella's family anyway, I thought gloomily to myself. Eventually I'd be left with two options. I could tell her the truth about me and in a best case scenario convince her to stay with me, regardless of my true nature. Still, she'd have to lie to her parents about still seeing me and once we'd passed the age of 25 she'd have to pretend we broke up since there was no way I'd be able to pull off pretending to be older than 25.

The second scenario meant never telling her the truth about me and eventually having to break up with her myself since I wouldn't be able to trick her into thinking that we were both aging at the same pace infinitely. With time she'd notice that I still looked 17 and then she'd start getting suspicious. Because of that I'd eventually have to leave her to avoid discovery. Regardless of which option I chose, her parents would always remember me as the high school sweetheart that caused her to stray from her academic career temporarily and who then vanished into thin air. To them I'd never be more than that, so perhaps I didn't have to take their reactions to a possible gap year into consideration after all.

"You know I could never afford one of the Ivy Leagues nor Europe", she sheepishly answered my question, "And don't start about paying for my tuition or plane tickets. You know I'd never accept that."

I smiled at her and jokingly rolled my eyes.

"God forbid you'd accept a once in a lifetime offer, Swan", I teased her.

"And God forbid you'd stop being such a Richie Rich for once", she countered without missing a beat.

"Oh whatever, Bella. I'm just saying that I'd be happy to accommodate you if that happened to be a wish of yours. I'll be just as happy attending some rotten community college as long as I get to be with you",

"Thank you", she said joyfully and pressed a kiss against my jaw.

"So I'm not the only one who's been going over this in my head? I'm not the only one who's been nervous about our future together?" I asked gleefully.

"No way. I've been wanting to ask you the exact same question for weeks, but I didn't know how to put it. I didn't want to come off as clingy or anything", she responded awkwardly as she met my gaze.

"I'm perfectly happy with coming off as clingy as long as I get to be with you", I said earnestly and then continued cheekily, "Can't you picture us getting our own place, finally living together for real? No more having to hide from Charlie in the morning. And finally I can make you scream all I want without having to think about the consequences. That's the stuff dreams are made of."

"Edward! Come on!" she complained, flustered by what I'd just said. Just as I'd anticipated her cheeks turned crimson.

"Once you stop reacting to my boldness in that way maybe I'll give it up. But probably not", I laughed teasingly, enjoying her embarrassment way too much.

I leaned down to kiss her, ignoring the fact that she was annoyed by my boldness. But as my lips grazed hers her mood seemed to change instantly and before I had time to react she had put her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. As she hungrily clung to me, willing me to lay down on top of her, I could feel my body respond. As I laid down on top of her she parted her legs and then continued to wrap her legs around my waist, grinding frantically against my groin. With my heightened sense of smell I could identify the sweet scent of her arousal and before I was able to stop myself I had freed myself from her grip, letting my mouth wander down her stomach.

"The things I'm going to do to you, Bella Swan", I whispered into the fabric of her sweater and I could hear her draw a sharp breath.

Once I reached the button of her jeans I swiftly unbuttoned them and then stripped her of them, throwing her pants on the floor next to the bed. Once I'd stripped her of her clothing I quickly tore off my own sweater and pants and tossed them away. I then made myself comfortable between her thighs and pulled her closer to my face. As I had my way with her she lay motionless on the bed, eagerly awaiting my next move. Without asking for permission I promptly slid her panties to the side and ran one of my fingers along her slit. She was soaking wet for me and I could feel my member painfully throb at her delicious smell. As I slid my finger along her slit she moaned, sounding tormented, and I could feel her arch her back somewhat. I sternly placed my other hand on her stomach, forcing her to lay still on the bed. I then firmly parted her lips and slid two fingers inside her clenching warmth. The sensation of her tightening walls clenching my fingers almost caused me to lose my mind and I pumped my fingers hard into her in an attempt to blow off some steam. She sobbed frantically as I moved my fingers inside her. She desperately grabbed my hair and pulled my face closer to her slit. She didn't have to ask twice.

Without hesitating I let my mouth latch onto her slick lips and I then let my tongue find its way to her sensitive bud. As I pressed my tongue against her sensitive nub I felt her arching her back once more and I could also hear her struggling not to scream out loud.

"It's just you and me", I said breathlessly as I pumped my fingers deep inside of her, feeling her tense up at every movement, "I want to hear you enjoy this."

When I was done pronouncing my request I proceeded to suck ruthlessly on her throbbing nub, causing her back to arch in desperation once more.

"Edward, Edward…" she breathed desperately, her voice ragged with desire.

I could feel myself getting even harder by hearing her saying my name and I quickly snuck the hand I'd had pressed against her stomach up under her sweater. I eagerly snaked my hand up across her ribcage and proceeded to take a firm hold of her breast. Her nipples were taut and I could feel her pressing herself against my hand. It was more than I could handle. Without further ado I swiftly pulled her sweater over her head and then proceeded to unhook her bra. Once I'd thrown her clothing across the room I went on to tearing off her panties. I could tell that my sudden desperation seemed to surprise her and she eyed me slightly bewildered. But this was more than I could take and it was as if I wasn't in control of myself anymore. Without any warning I resolutely place myself between her legs. With one hand on her left shoulder I mercilessly plunged myself all the way into her.

"Oh…" Bella moaned loudly in response to my action, sounding as if she was in utter agony.

Her response encouraged me and I proceeded to frantically pump in and out of her while firmly holding her down on the bed. As I felt her wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, I had to grit my teeth not to come inside her at that very moment. Even though Bella and I'd danced this dance on more occasions than I could count by now, she always managed to catch me off guard, making me unable to control myself.

To postpone the inevitable I smoothly rolled over and pulled her with me so that she was straddling me. Without pausing I ferociously plunged myself inside of her once more and she cried out in tormented bliss. Once more I could feel her clenching around me and I knew that she was going to come soon by the sound of her breathing. I knew every sound in Bella's register but I didn't think I'd ever get tired of hearing her making them.

I marveled at the sight of her luscious breasts bouncing up and down as she moved up and down my length. I tightened my grip on her hips, holding her steady, and then thrusted deeply inside her. She moaned loudly and then slumped forward, placing her hand on my chest. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. I could see small drops of perspiration forming across her chest and her heavy breathing roared in my ears. I let go of her right hip and reached to grab one of her breasts once more. As I squeezed it firmly I could feel her clutching tightly around my member and I almost lost control of myself once more.

"How does that feel?" I inquired, my voice ragged, just as I thrusted myself inside her ferociously.

Instead of answering my question she let out a high-pitched, tormented moan. I could feel her nails digging into my chest, trying to grab hold of me. Without waiting for her reply I pumped into her a couple of more times, reveling in the sight of her on the brink of losing it.

"Edward, slow down. I'm going to come if you…" she started, her voice strained, but I interrupted her by thrusting deeply inside her once more. She easily glided along my length, her slit soaking in her own juices.

"You're going to come when I let you come. Okay?" I demanded sternly as I plunged deep inside her once more.

Her only reply was another loud, anguished moan and she slumped forward, almost resting her head against my chest.

"Is that understood?" I demanded and at the same time I let go of her breast, sliding my hand down her stomach to find the hard nub at the center of her core. As I stroked my thumb with moderate pressure across it I could feel her tighten around me once more. I rubbed my thumb against it a bit harder and I heard her gasp breathlessly.

"Yes?" I demanded once more as I let my thumb slide across her hard spot.

"Yes, yes, yes…" she chanted desperately as she lay hunched, almost resting on top of my chest.

"Good", I mused and then swiftly lifted her off me.

I then swiftly adjusted her so that she was lying on her stomach on the bed, her hands resting on a pillow at the same level as her head. She expressed no objection to our changed position, instead she just lay there motionless, waiting for my next move. I marveled at the sight of her pale skin in the grayish daylight. The way her back ended and turned into that delicious ass of hers. I had to fight the urge to grab her buttocks and knead them firmly. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable while lying in such an exposed position, entirely at my mercy. While restraining myself I gently let my hand stroke across her buttcheeks, carefully caressing them. I then took hold of my penis and slowly stroked myself up and down as I was struggling not to massage her buttocks too firmly.

When I made a low, guttural sound I could see her opening her eyes, carefully peeking in my direction to discern what I was doing. The curiosity and hunger in her eyes sent me over the edge and I desperately took hold of her hips and lifted her backside up closer to me. I then slid my rigid penis lightly along her buttocks and gently smacked it against them. Her juices that covered my length made a smacking sound as my member hit her buttocks and she winced at the sensation. Without hesitation I positioned myself against her slick entrance and with a firm hold on both of her shoulders I drove myself deep into her. As I filled her up to the hilt with my pulsating member she collapsed against the mattress, her body surrendering to the sensation. I knew she was close now.

With a firm hold on her hips I frantically pumped in and out of her, feeling her clenching tighter around me with every stroke. Just as I was about to cave myself I finally felt her body trembling under mine and I felt utter satisfaction when I saw her burying her face into the mattress while losing control of her body. Still with a firm grip on her hips I helped her ride out her orgasm while pumping adamantly in and out of her. Just as she seemed to be finishing I could feel my own climax approaching. I pumped in and out of her a couple of more times, her tormented moans driving me on, and then pulled out of her. Without knowing what I was doing I ejaculated across her buttocks while still holding her hips sternly. As I was finishing I smacked my member against her buttocks, letting the last drips of my release land on her. I didn't know why, but the sight of her backside covered in my semen made me want to fuck her all over again. It was probably some possessive, dark trait of mine, but I just didn't care right now. It was sexy as hell.

I then shook off my lusty thoughts, gathering that she probably wouldn't be good to go anytime soon after this. I hadn't held back one inch and I could tell by her exhausted expression that she'd had more than enough for now. Instead I carefully laid down next to her on my side and gently put my arm around her waist.

"Was that okay?" I whispered, suddenly anxious over what I'd just done. I knew that Bella wasn't exactly shy or a prude, but I figured shooting my body fluids on her should have required some form of previous consent.

"That was more than okay", she said, smiling blissfully without opening her eyes as she lay next to me on her stomach.

"I'm referring to the part when I came on your butt", I mumbled awkwardly.

"It was hot, really. Don't worry about it", she said, still smiling and without opening her eyes, "I like it when you boss me around a bit."

Her words caused a warm sensation to form at the bottom of my stomach and I could feel myself going hard again. Sure, I worshiped this girl to the moon and back and there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her. But I couldn't deny that I too was very much turned on by the thought of holding the reins over her while we were in bed. That didn't make me a misogynist pig, did it?

"Still, I wonder though…", she suddenly said drowsily while smiling and opening her eyes to finally look at me.

"What?" I demanded, curious to hear her question.

"How is it possible that such classy people as your parents ended up having such a vulgar and salacious son?" she asked teasingly and gave me a soft kiss. She then closed her eyes and heavily rested her head against the pillow once more.

"Well, I'm a gentleman in the streets, but a freak in the sheets. You bring out the best in me", I replied happily, not able to refrain from laughing at her witty question, and leaned in to kiss her once more.

As I watched her dozing off next to me, exhausted by the marathon we'd just completed, I wondered if it was possible that things could remain the way they were now? Was it possible that we could stay like this forever, frozen in a state of pure bliss? While watching her fall into slumber by my side I ardently wished that we could.