Chapter 19

Paul was watching Mariners' game in Chief Swans' living room. The said chief was sitting in his recliner sipping his beer, and Paul was lounging on the couch, Bella's feet on his lap. He was also holding a beer. It was part of their male bonding ritual: watching the game with a beer. It was a must if Paul was ever going to get into the good books of Chief Swan. Right now, he was barely on his bookshelf.

Progress was slow, but it was there just the same, and he thanked God for that. If something was clear to him, it was how important it was for him to get along with Bella's dad. Bella adored her father, and Paul respected him greatly. It was a shame the feeling wasn't mutual, but he could hardly blame the man. He had been a total jerk last few years.

Personally, Paul could live his whole life without seeing a single baseball game, but this was the price he was happy to pay, and he knew the basics and was able to comment on the game. Vitamin R, as chief playfully called the beer, he liked to drink, helped too in this ritual.

But it was almost impossible to concentrate on the game when Bella was sitting on the couch with him. His whole body was aching to touch her most intimately, but when they were at Chief Swans' house, they mostly kept their hands to themselves. She was reading her next assignment, "100 Days of Sunlight", as it said on the cover. It seemed a sad book; she cried silently, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

Paul squeezed her toes, and Bella raised her eyes to him.

"Are you ok?" he whispered.

"Yeah, just so sad," Bella nodded, sniffing, and continued reading. She wiped tears from her cheek. Paul would have loved to kiss them away.

When Bella read, she didn't hear or see anything. She had a habit of rubbing her thumb and ring fingertips together or playing with the ends of her long hair. Nothing could touch her then. Paul was fascinated by it. He guessed it was something similar when he was cooking; time and place lost their meaning when he was preparing something new or challenging or what he especially loved to make. Cooking nowadays was even more fun; he would never forget the head Bella gave him a week ago. Not to mention that eating the dinner had become some sort of foreplay for them when they were at his house. His dick twitched in his jeans. Fuck he wanted her! But right now, he had to concentrate on the game and keep his hands to himself.

But it was impossible; the pull was just too strong. Right now, Bella had one of her loose hair strands twisted around her finger, and she was smiling. The sad part seemed to be over. Having her red-rimmed reading glasses on her nose, she was so sexy it hurt, but it always hurt Paul to watch Bella if not able to touch her the way he graved. Now his hand slid up and down on Bella's calf, itching to climb higher. Charlie snorted from his recliner for something that had happened on the screen, and it worked as a very effective and needed boner crusher.

Being at Chief Swan's home was a bit awkward. Bella had told him that Charlie was having a bit hard time adjusting to the idea of her daughter being with a guy he had arrested a few times and who he once found his pants in his ankles having sex on public.

Paul had told her that he definitely hadn't wanted Bella to hear things like that from someone else. Bella had told him Charlie hadn't said a word about that specific incident. Paul had thought it was very decent of him, but most likely, he just didn't want to upset Bella. But Bella had found that mostly hilarious. They had had a good laugh about it. "Poor dad," she had laughed, tears in her eyes.

So if sitting in the same living room was probably difficult for Charlie, it was downright embarrassing for Paul, especially Charlie knowing he was able to treat women like dirt wasn't an ideal place to be in with hopefully future father-in-law. Yeah, Paul did hope they would tie the knot someday. He had surprised himself the other day thinking about that. He wanted Bella to be his wife eventually. And he was all set to make Charlie see that he would never treat Bella with anything more than uttermost respect.

He remembered Charlie from their fishing trips, and he had always liked the man. How could he not when he had seen how important he was to mommy Holly and her to him. When mommy Holly was murdered, Chief Swan had visited him and told him that he would be available if Paul ever needed someone to talk to. But that was before he'd started fucking up everything he did. He had blown up all the trust and compassion he had given him with his man-whoring and drunken fights. But he was all set to mend things and be a better person. He already was a much better person, all because of Bella.

It was a month since their first date. Things had gone great, and they spent much time together. Paul was fucking happy about it. It wasn't very often they stayed together at Charlie's, though.

Paul understood that Bella wanted to spend some time with Charlie; she would be leaving her father as much as she would leave him when she moved to Seattle. They needed daughter-father time together without him. He got that and respected that, but those nights when Bella wasn't with him were tough for Paul. But he had to get used to sleeping alone, anyway, so practice was good. Fuck, he didn't want to think about it. He just needed to enjoy all the time he could have with her.

Before coming to Chief Swans', they had spent the day whale watching down La Push. Bella had asked him if they could go again, and of course, he wanted to organize that for her. So today they went. The downside was that James wanted to come along, and Bella found it unpolite not to take him with them; it was his boat, after all.

Paul wouldn't have had any problems leaving the fucker on the shore, and after today, he didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. The way he had eye-fucked Bella the whole trip was so fucked up. It was fucking disturbing to watch a man over 50 drooling over a girl more than half of his age. Fucks sakes, even Charlie, her dad, was younger than James.

Bella seemed oblivious to James, and Paul did his best to keep her comfortable. For her, the day had been great; they'd seen humpback whales and sea otters. It was a great pleasure for him to watch her so happy and excited. She could tell interesting stuff about the whales too. She had been reading about them after their last trip. But if they went whale watching again, they would rent the boat. James was dead to him.

After the game, Paul made them dinner, and it was entertaining to see Charlie's eyes rolling into his head when he ate his food. Paul had made lasagna, Charlie's favorite, but out of soya mince this time, and it seemed he hadn't noticed any difference. Good lasagna was all about the spices and the tasty cheese sauce anyway, not the meat. He could tell that it was difficult for Charlie to admit that Paul did something right, but after the dinner, he thanked him with the kindest words Paul had heard from him ever since he'd started to show up in the back seat of his police cruiser, "Thank you, Paul. That was the best dinner I've ever eaten."

"I told you, dad. He's the best," Bella beamed and squeezed Paul's thigh under the table.

They told Charlie to go to the living room where they would bring him the dessert, raspberry mousse, and some coffee. They would clean the kitchen up first.

Charlie thanked them and suggested they might want to watch some movie since the game was over.

Soon after Charlie vanished into the living room, Paul pushed Bella against the fridge and kissed her hungrily. She grabbed her hands into his hair and kissed him back. They kissed desperately, and Paul was losing his shit.

"I want you, baby, so bad," he mumbled into her neck where he was sucking his mark.

"Oh, Paul..." Bella panted, breathing heavily.

He grabbed her ass, and Bella lifted her legs around his waist. They were losing their sense of time and place as it happened every time they started to make out.

Charlie's voice from the living room brought them back to Charlie Swan's kitchen.

"Would you like to watch Some like it hot? It starts in 15 minutes."

Shit.

"Yeah, dad," Bella said, clearing her throat, "that would be great."

Kissing him quickly on the corner of his mouth, she put her legs down.

"Fuck, baby, I need you so bad," Paul protested.

"I know Paul, and I feel the same, but we came to spend time with Charlie. And anyway, you know that us having sex while he's in the house is too weird for him and maybe for me too. Let's put the dishes away and go to see the movie. It's not like we haven't had our way today already," she winked and kissed him one more time before starting to clean the table.

With a heavy sigh, Paul took out the dessert from the fridge and started to brew the coffee. He had set his mind to having her tonight, but now it was time to watch the movie.

The movie dragged on and on. Sure, it was fun, but Paul's whole body was aching to take Bella in his arms, make her come with his fingers, and take her upstairs for slow all-night lovemaking.

Finally, the movie ended. Charlie told them good night when they left the living room and added, "no funny business while I'm in the house."

"Is he for real?" Paul nuzzled Bella's neck as he pushed her against the closed door in her room. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Paul rocked his hard shaft against her and licked her jaw. He was so turned on already, that he couldn't think straight. He needed her so badly.

"Well, it might have been a joke, but there was truth in it. Sorry honey, but you need to keep it in your pants tonight," she said but was already panting. "It's not like we haven't fucked today already."

"It was many, many hours ago, and the thing is, I don't want us to fuck," he licked her earlobe. "I want us to make love. Slowly whole night." He trailed his tongue along her jaw and continued rolling his hips slowly against her hot core.

"I need to be inside of you, baby."

He could feel her resolve weaken, and he captured her bottom lip between his teeth and nipped. She loved that, and he got the response he was looking for. She arched her back and thrust herself against him.

"That's my girl," Paul whispered and carried her to her bed. He lowered her to the edge of the bed and took off his t-shirt, and kneeled between her legs. He knew that she couldn't resist him shirtless. There was no shame in using all the tricks to get pussy when he wanted it.

"We can be very quiet. I need to be inside of you tonight, all night."

He slid his hand between her legs, and through her shorts' hem, he felt the damp fabric of her panties and traced the line, not sliding his finger in.

"We can't be quiet; you know that," Bella breathed.

He slowly moved his hands to the waistband of her shorts and opened the button, pulling down the zipper.

"Butt up," he ordered.

Bella didn't move. She was leaning backward to her hands, and her chest was rising with her heavy breaths. They were staring into each other's eyes. Fuck she was beautiful. Her hair was framing her face flowing down to her shoulders and the bed, her cheeks flushed. A fucking Goddess!

Bella's eyes were large with lust with that spark of hers, and Paul knew the look; the game was on. His spine tingled.

Bella lifted her ass, and he slid her shorts and panties off her hips, kissing the dolphin behind her hip bone, circling the black ink pattern with the tip of his tongue. He slid her shorts and panties off, skimming his hands slowly on the smooth skin on her legs. He lifted her legs to his shoulder one by one. All the time, they were staring into each other's eyes. Paul was shivering with anticipation. He pushed two of his fingers into her pussy, and they both moaned.

"So wet for me."

Bella pushed her hips against his fingers. She dropped to her elbows and leaned her head back, arching her back.

"Always for you. You know I can't resist you, baby."

"That I do," Paul smirked. "I want to eat at you."

"Oh shit," Bella moaned quietly, grabbed the pillow closest to her, and covered her face with it.

"Oh. Clever girl," Paul said huskily. He spread Bella's legs, made his tongue flat, and gave her one big lick. It made Bella crazy every time.

She bucked off the bead, and the pillow muffled her loud moan. Fuck, that was sexy. Paul curled his fingers and started pumping in and out. He licked her clit and, with his other hand kept her in place. He lapped and sucked. She tasted divine. He spread her legs wider and pushed them with his forearm against her chest. So deep and wet. He was losing it.

"Jesus Paul. You are killing me," Bella said, panting from beneath the pillow she had lifted from her face.

"No, I'm fucking you with my mouth," he whispered.

And he fucked her. The wet noise made by her wet pussy, his fingers, and his mouth was driving him crazy. He needed her to come. He sucked and lapped and pumped and felt Bella's walls starting to quiver. She arched her back, moaning under the pillow.

"Come for me, baby. Come to my face."

And she did. Paul heard only slight whimpering noise and rose quickly, taking the pillow off her face. He must admit he was scared for a second; she hadn't gotten enough air. What he saw was the sexiest sight ever. Bella's face was flushed more than usual, and she had her eyes closed. Her bottom lip was tightly against her teeth, and there was a small trail of blood on the corner of her mouth. She was biting her lip.

He crashed his mouth onto hers. She responded right away, and for a while, they just ate each other unable to get enough. She was still coming onto his fingers, and he continued to pump. Slowly she came down from her high and opened her eyes.

"Jesus Paul," Bella whispered, "what happened to not fucking hmm?"

"Fingers and mouth don't count." He sucked her bottom lip and removed his fingers from her.

"Hey, we could take the mattress to the floor." Paul knew her bed was quite squeaky.

"Are you serious?" Bella giggled.

"Hmm, fucking serious," Paul said, kissing her neck.

And he was. His was too far gone, and he needed his woman. Paul couldn't believe that Charlie was being serious. Not wanting to listen to his daughter fucking was reasonable enough, and he could get it; he wouldn't want him listening to them either. But if they kept quiet, all would be good. He wouldn't come peeking inside; his daughter was 21, after all. Would he?

"You are crazy," Bella giggled, but she got up from the bed.

"Yep. Crazy for you."

Bella helped him to move the mattress to the floor. She quickly left the room and went to the bathroom.

Paul took off his jeans and laid down on the mattress, waiting for her to come back. He was buzzing in anticipation like he always was when he was about to have her.

"Night, dad!" Bella said and tiptoed to the room, closing her door firmly behind her.

"C'mere." Paul had his arms open for her.

Bella tossed away her sleeping shirt and shorts and stood naked with a hungry look in her eyes. She tied her hair into a messy bun. Paul felt a tingling in his stomach. His cock was in full mast and aching to be inside of her. She kneeled and crawled towards him on all fours.

"Jesus, tiger. We need it slow tonight." He was itching taking her like that, but that wouldn't make it quiet.

"And slow it is," she whispered.

Bella reached his feet. She bent down and kissed the top of his big toe lightly. Shit, it was this game. Fuck how he loved this game. Bella was slowly kissing her way up his body. He grabbed a pillow but couldn't block his view. He bit his hand instead. She cupped his balls with one hand and licked the tip of his pulsing erection. Paul bit his hand to suppress the moan. Bella sucked him and scraped her teeth lightly along his length. Jesus fuck, he wanted to shout.

Then she pulled her mouth off his dick with a delicious pop-noise and smirked mischievously. He fucking loved that smile. It promised so much.

Slowly she lifted his feet so that his knees were up. And then she pressed them to the side so that his pelvis was moving slightly upwards. The stretching feeling was amazing, and then her mouth was on his dick again.

He was in agony, sweet burning agony. He needed the pillow to silence him, but he needed to see this. He bit his lip and tasted the blood.

"Fuck Bella," he rasped.

She kept her hands on his knees, keeping them on the mattress, and kept bobbing her head on him. The feeling was sublime. He didn't want to come yet.

"Jesus, you are amazing. Please come up. I need to be inside of you."

She released his knees and dragged her body slowly up. Her smooth skin felt incredible against his swollen dick. When she reached his mouth, she kissed him and took his hands and lifted them over his head, entwining their fingers together. She straddled him, and Paul felt her wet pussy over his dick. At the same time Bella slammed herself onto him, he thrust himself balls deep into her wet core. Their mouths crashed to muffle the moans, and they ate each other's mouths.

For a while, they didn't move their hips. The feeling of Bella's tight pussy pulsing around him, sucking him, was mind-blowing. Their kiss slowed down to languid, and Bella started to undulate her hips and clench her walls around him.

She released his hands and rose and then surprised him by placing her hands over his mouth and eyes. She brushed her thumb over his parted lips. Paul licked it.

"Just feel, baby," She whispered and rotated her hips with more force. Paul arched his back and pushed up into her. He was fucking feeling everything.

Bella continued with slow and deep movements. She took her hands off Paul's mouth but left her other hand around his throat, squeezing gently as she picked up the pace. The feeling of her hand on his throat was so widely erotic he let out a deep moan. He couldn't help it. Bella leaned down and swallowed the noise. Paul grabbed her hips and thrust his dick as deep as he could.

Paul needed more. He rolled them over and tore into Bella. He had been all set for slow lovemaking, but shit, he had to fuck her now.

He lifted Bella's leg under his arm and slammed balls deep, and kept thrusting with deep hard thrusts. Bella had her eyes closed, clearly concentrating hard not to lose herself completely. She met his every thrust arching her back. He was getting close. So was she.

Paul latched his mouth to Bella's neck and sucked it. He wanted to shout Bella's name as an overpowering feeling hit him: he needed to tell her he loved her. Fuck he just realized that she had to know he loved her.

Bella took a pillow to cover her face; she was moaning and whimpering into the pillow. They were getting closer still. Bella's body started to jerk, and her pussy clenched and sucked Paul deeper and deeper. With two deep hard slams, he exploded inside of her.

Sweet Jesus, he was shaking all over. Bella hugged him tightly when he was still pumping slowly inside of her riding them down from their high.

"I love you, Paul," Bella whispered into his ear.