Chapter 16

"Was his dick big?" Sarah asked.

"Well, hello, it's nice to talk to you too," Bella laughed at her friend. That bitch didn't waste any time getting to the point.

"Well, spill it," Sarah demanded.

Ailani was laughing her ass off but waiting for Bella's reply.

Bella was lying on her bed and video chatting with her friends. She had just arrived from Seattle and couldn't delay the talk with her besties. Not that she had any reason not the tell them about Paul's "equipment". It had been four days, and they still didn't know all the details. She hadn't had time to call them earlier. The trip to Seattle had been full-on, and the night before they left, her mother had called, and it had taken almost two hours to talk with her. She had told her that Bane had come to visit her and Phil.

"He's such a nice boy; why would you break up with him?" her mother had asked. The call had dragged on and on, and her mother just didn't seem to understand the situation. She had been certain that Bella would be running back to Honolulu before six months were over.

Her mother had always hated Forks, so she couldn't understand her decision to move back. She didn't start that argument with her but told her mother that she definitely wouldn't be running back to Honolulu. There was no point arguing with her airhead mother, who hadn't made many if any rational decisions in her life. Not that she had anything against her mother's decision to move to Honolulu; living there with her had given her so much.

The phone call ended with Bella's mum telling her there would be a time when she would regret dumping Bane. Thanks, mum, Bella had mused. It's nice to have a supportive mother. By the time the call had ended, it had been too late to talk with her friends; hence they still didn't know any details, and it's been four days since the date. They always called each other as soon as possible when something important had happened. Or not so important.

It was 8 pm in Forks, so Sarah was ready for bed, and Ailani had just started with her dinner preparations. Her aunt was coming for dinner at 7.30 pm. But there was always time for sex talk, and oh boy, didn't they want to hear all about the native American hottie.

"Nothing happened. I was shitting you all along. We went on a date, and it was ok but nothing special. Was back in my own bed at 10 pm, alone," Bella said.

"Don't pull that shit on us. You got laid, and you got laid good. I know you, missy. So shoot!" Sarah shrieked.

"Oh, you want some details," Bella laughed.

"YES!" her friends shouted.

"Oh, I'll give you some details," she giggled and didn't spare them from any details.

"Oh, fuck Bella. I'm fanning myself here. That shit was hot," Sarah giggled.

She told them that nothing she had experienced with Bane came even close. She meant that Bane was a considerate and tender lover, but he lacked the fire and passion Paul had. She had always felt good and safe with Bane, but never the heat Paul ignited inside her. The sex she and Bane had had was lukewarm to the explosive fire she had experienced with Paul.

She felt her lady bits tingling when she talked about Paul's oral skills. Bane wasn't very eager to use his mouth, so they hadn't done that much, and it was nothing compared to Paul's "pussy eating skills", as Sarah so eloquently put it.

"Oh boy, it sounds like you hit the jackpot," Sarah sighed.

"What about when you go to Seattle?" Ailani asked.

"What about Seattle?" Bella wasn't following.

"Oh, for someone so smart, you can be a bit dense sometimes. What are you going to do about Paul when you move to Seattle?"

"Isn't that a bit premature? We've hooked up once, and although it was extra hot and all, I really haven't thought about what to do with Paul. But I know I don't mind seeing him often while I'm in Forks," Bella said.

She told her friends what she had heard about Paul, that he was a bit of a bad boy. Jake had had a lot to say about him, and nothing of it had been good.

"He is kinda of a man whore who has slept with god knows how many women, never twice with anybody. Likes his drinks and gets into fights a lot. My dad told me that he had arrested him a few times for fighting."

"Well, it's not like he could have gained those fucking muscles without a proper workout," Sarah snorted.

"You need to get laid, Sarah," Ailani sighed.

"Yes, please!" Sarah whooped.

"When are you going to see him again?" Ailani asked.

"Tomorrow. He's making me dinner, and we'll watch a movie at his place. He offered to go to Port Angeles to see a movie and have dinner, but there is absolutely no reason for us to do that. The food he makes is probably better than anything in Port Angles, and as a bonus, I can ogle him when he cooks," Bella wiggled his eyebrows.

"Lucky bitch," Sarah sighed again.

Paul was just taking the mashed green bean casserole out of the oven when he heard Bella's truck pulling in front of his house.

He opened the door before Bella used the doorbell and his breath hitched. Goddamn, she looked beautiful. She had her hair tied up in a messy bun, and she wore a tight green t-shirt under her dark blue denim jacket with tight black jeans. On her feet, she had black thongs with silver color starfish. Her toenails were green, the same color as her t-shit. Her eyes were sparkling like it seemed they always were, and her smile could melt the Arctic. It melted Paul.

"Excellent timing," Paul said, clearing his throat, "dinner is ready."

"Oh, I thought I could watch you cook," Bella laughed.

"You'd like that, huh?"

"I might."

They ate, and Bella talked about Seattle, her new flat, roommate, and the bookshop she left her cv in. Paul was trying to be happy for her, and he was pleased for her, but he couldn't be happy for himself. Should he say it? He should be honest with her; there was no time to waste: "I will miss you. But I'm happy things are working nicely for you," he said.

Bella looked like she didn't know how to reply, so he brushed it off by telling her what he had found out about his possibility of starting studying in Port Angeles.

Shit, he'd almost blown it. Nothing too serious too soon dickhead.

For dessert, Paul had made a chocolate cake with vanilla sauce.

Bella tasted the cake and made noises that went straight to his semihard dick; it was hard on default when he was with her. Shit, he was hard even when he wasn't with her because then he was thinking about her. Goddamit, man, get a grip.

"Oh. My. God. Paul. This is absolutely the most delicious chocolate cake I've ever tasted. I know I say that a lot, but it is," Bella moaned.

Fuck she was gorgeous. Her cheeks were flushed, and some of her hair was falling, framing her face. Paul was aching to kiss her, to kiss that tiny piece of chocolate cake from the corner of her mouth. She licked it with the tip of her tongue, and shit, if that didn't make him even harder still.

She had eaten all she had taken onto her plate. She really seemed to have a healthy appetite. Paul loved that; nothing was more annoying than women complaining about how they couldn't eat this and that because they would get fat. If he had gotten a dollar every time, he heard someone saying that he would be fucking rich.

After dinner, they cleaned up quickly, put dishes in the dishwasher, and went to the living room to choose something to watch.

Paul opened the tv and started browsing Netflix.

"Oh my god, have you seen Sherlock?" Bella asked. Paul was just going past it.

"Yeah, it's the best fucking tv-series ever."

"How many times you've seen it? I've seen it three times," Bella asked, sitting on her knees, wrinkling her nose and eyes in excitement. Fuck she was cute.

"Only twice," Paul chuckled.

"Ok, now you are going to see it the third time. Or are you ok with that?"

Paul was ok with that like it mattered what they watched. He was just damn happy she was here with him.

So, the show began.

"This music gives me goosebumps," Bella giggled. "It is so good." And she hummed with the music. Fuck she was adorable. Couldn't sing shit, but who cared.

"What is your favorite episode?" Bella asked. "I think I like the one where Watson and Mary have their wedding, Watson and Sherlock being drunk was hilarious, or the one where Sherlock comes back after being dead or the last episode. Shit, it was scary, the beginning especially," Bella babbled.

She really was an enthusiast.

"Not sure. I kinda like them all; every episode has something really good in it. But maybe one of the best parts is where Sherlock ends up naked in the Buckingham Palace."

"Yeah, that cracks me up every time," Bella laughed and turned her attention back to the show. She had moved from knee sitting position to hugging her knees against her chest.

Paul tried to watch the show, but his eyes kept turning on Bella. She really was enjoying herself. She did move a bit, changing her position from time to time. When she lifted her hands to tie her hair, he could see a tiny bit of her dolphin figure peeking over her jeans' waist. His mouth watered, and he was starting to lose his resolve to wait for her to take the initiative.

It was somewhere at the beginning of the second episode when Bella took the remote and closed the tv. She turned to Paul and smiled that killer smile of hers. She was up to something, he could tell.

Maybe she was making a move now?

Bella moved closer to him and kissed him.

Oh yeah!

"Sit up and keep your hands still. No touching, ok? Not before I say," Bella said and licked his bottom lip.

Paul nodded and rose higher on the couch, resting his back on the couch back. He was tingling all over.

"What are you up to?" he had to ask.

"Shhhh," she silenced him with her finger. "Just wait and see."

He swallowed. His dick was so hard it ached in his jeans.

Bella stood up and sifted a bit farther from the couch. She started to peel slowly off her tight jeans, wiggling her ass to help the proses keeping her eyes on his.

Fuck me, is she going to strip.

Then she took off her t-shirt slowly and dropped it on the floor next to her feet.

Fucking yeah!

Never taking her eyes off his, she unclipped her bra and peeled them off her chest. Now she was wearing only her panties. Paul gulped. His mouth was dry.

"Take off your shirt," Bella said.

Off it went.

Bella moved her hands to her hips and slowly slipped her finger under the waistband of her panties and slowly, so very slowly, peeled them off. And there she was, totally naked in front of him. She opened her hair and tossed it to free it from the knots.

Paul noticed that he wasn't breathing. He had never seen anything as gorgeous as this naked woman in front of him. His hands itched to reach for her, but he kept them flat on the couch and stared. His heart was beating out of his chest.

Then she took two steps and kneeled between his knees. She slowly unzipped his jeans. Her eyes stayed focused on his.

"Lift your ass," she said.

Paul did just that. Never taking his eyes off hers. He wanted to touch her so bad, but she had said no touching.

"Oh, commando," she whispered when she noticed Paul wasn't wearing underwear. He could not speak, nod, or do anything other than just stare at her.

Slowly Bella pulled his jeans off and threw them next to her own.

She sat back on her knees and stared at Paul's eyes. Then she moved her eyes slowly to his mouth and chest; Paul could feel her eyes on his skin. And it was on fire.

And finally, she stared at his hard rock dick that was pulsing with the need for her.

Then Bella fucking licked her lips and bit her bottom lip.

Paula moaned. And she hadn't even touched him yet.

Bella moved closer. She put her hands to his feet and moved them slowly, so very slowly, up to his calves and then to his knees. She kissed his left knee and then his right knee. Her hands moved before her kisses and barely-there touches with her tongue. Paul was trembling. His life was full of firsts nowadays. Never had he experienced anything like this. He would have never allowed anybody to touch him this way, to take control so completely.

He let out a shaky breath.

Her hands continued moving slowly up his thighs, kisses following her hands. Soft hands skimmed over the sensitive skin reaching his groin, thumbs making circles inching closer to his cock.

"Fuck Bella, I need to touch you," he croaked.

"Not yet," she said huskily.

And then she kissed the top of his dick. Licked it.

Paul moaned loudly and threw his head on the back of the couch but lifted it quickly back. He needed to see. He fucking had to see everything she did.

Bella sucked the tip of his dick a few times, and Paul saw stars. Her pink lips were wrapped around his cock, but her hair fell, covering her face. He wanted to move her hair to see her face, but his hands were heavy with want as his whole body. He struggled to keep his eyes open; the pleasure he was feeling was overpowering him.

Both her hands were stroking his length, and she sucked him again. His hips started to rock up to her mouth on their own accord. She sucked him more and twirled her tongue on the top. Then she cupped his balls and rolled them in her hand. His body jerked at her touch.

"Ah-ahh... fuck Bella."

She sucked a few more times, and then she dragged her body so that his dick was pressed against her skin. She moved very slowly, and she didn't take her eyes from his. Fuck that was intense and the most intimate he had ever experienced with anyone. His whole body was trembling in anticipation.

When she reached his chest, she licked his nipples and nipped them. He hissed loudly and arched his back. This was pure heaven.

Then she put her hands on the back of the couch next to his shoulders. Moving ever so slowly, she lifted her right knee, then left, and then straddled him. She rocked and rotated her wet pussy against his throbbing shaft a few times before sinking onto him. They both moaned at the contact. It was the best fucking feeling Paul knew. She was so wet and so fucking tight. Paul couldn't not touch her anymore, and he grabbed her hips and started to sway her. Bella took up the movement and crushed her lips on Paul's mouth. She ate his mouth hungrily, and Paul kept up with her. She sucked his tongue and started to ride him.

"Fuck baby, you are amazing," Paul panted.

Bella had taken all control, and he fucking loved it. She was fucking him hard, bouncing on his dick, breasts bouncing, making him shout her name.

"Bellaaa! Fuck. Oh yeah!"

He met her thrusts and pulled Bella's body against his chest so that her breasts were squishing between their bodies. He ate her neck and pushed her down from her shoulders to meet his hungry hips. He sped up his pace and pushed up to Bella as hard and fast as he could. He fucked her mouth with his tongue. He needed all of her. Deeper. Harder.

"That's it Paul. Fuck me!" Bella panted into his ear and sucked his hook into his mouth.

And he did. He could feel Bella's orgasm approaching, and his own wasn't too far away either.

"Come for me, baby," he breathed, "come with me."

He loved saying that to her. He had ever said it only to her; he wanted to say it to her every day, all day; he wanted to have this fucking mind-blowing feeling on the loop. All. The. Fucking. Time.

Bella was almost there. Her hips started to jerk, and she was sucking him from inside; her arms tightened around his neck and her back arched as the orgasm hit her, and she screamed.

"Oh, shiiiiiit Pauuuuul."

Her pussy gripped and sucked him, and he thrust into her hard a few more times, and he exploded inside of her, coating her insides with his cum. He kept coming and coming. Sweet Jesus, he never stopped. He pushed Bella towards him and held them still, pulsing inside of her with her and feeling dizzy. It felt like his heart had stopped for a second. He had never come so hard.

Jesus, he loved this woman. He fucking loved her. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He was in love with this incredible woman who fulfilled him so completely it hurt.

It had happened quickly, maybe even too fast, but there was nothing he could do about it. And for sure, he didn't want to do anything about it. He loved her!

Holding her tight against his chest, he crashed against the couch. They panted and were waiting to catch their breaths. They took their sweet time.

"That was fucking hot," he finally said, voice cracking.

"Oh yeah?"

"Hell yeah."

"I wanted to thank you for your exquisite dinner."

"Fuck baby, I'll make you dinner every night," Paul said, nuzzling her neck.

He would make her dinner for the rest of his life if she let him.