Chapter 31

"Oh. My. God, I hope that one lives around here," Emma gasped. Bella and Emma were doing their project about marine conservation laws, and they had come outside since it was such a lovely day. Bella glanced at what Emma had seen, and her heart leaped into her throat.

"PAUL!" She squeaked and hopped from the table and ran to him.

Paul grabbed her into a tight hug and helped her wrap her legs around his waist. They kissed and hugged again. Bella felt tears in her eyes.

"Baby, damn.." Paul murmured.

"Paul, I've missed you so much," she said. It had been almost three weeks since they last saw each other. They've leaped straight into the deep end of a long-distance relationship.

"Baby, I've missed you so fucking bad," Paul said, capturing her lips into another heated kiss.

Bella didn't know how long they'd stayed like that, but when the wolf whistles started to echo around the courtyard, she glanced around and saw that they'd gained quite an audience.

"Let's go inside. I go get my stuff," she whispered as she put her legs down on the ground. Paul grabbed her hand and walked with her to Emma. Bella's face was flushed, and she was a bit embarrassed by their heated encounter in the middle of the courtyard.

"Emma, this is Paul, my boyfriend from La Push. Paul, this is Emma, we're on the same course together, and we were just finishing our project about Marine conservation laws."

"Hi Emma," Paul nodded.

"Hi Paul," Emma said. She was staring at Paul, who wound his arm around Bella's waist and kissed the top of her head.

"Would you mind if I leave now? I'll finish my part tomorrow," Bella asked.

"No problem," Emma answered. "I'll do this part that states the laws applied in Washington State, and you can continue from there. We're almost finished anyway," Emma was still staring at Paul as Bella flipped her hand into his jeans' back pocket. Paul kissed the top of her head again.

"That's a good plan. I'll do it tomorrow. Thanks, Emma."

Bella gathered her stuff in her bag and led Paul away from the courtyard, away from the curious eyes. She knew that she had to get used to that all girls would be drooling after Paul, but it was pretty annoying. It made her feel insecure. This wasn't La Push or Forks, where Paul knew everybody, but there were many gorgeous women ready to try to snatch him from her. She knew she really had nothing to worry about, but when did feelings ever based on rational thinking.

As soon as they were inside the building, Paul pressed her against the wall and kissed her. He grabbed her ass, pressing her against him; his hard dick rubbed her deliciously. Bella's head was already spinning.

"Shit, I've been going crazy not seeing you, baby."

"You told me you're coming tomorrow," Bella said, kissing his jaw.

"Yeah, I did, but Jared changed his sift with mine. Aren't you happy to see me?" Paul asked and nuzzled her neck, sucking her pulsing point.

Her knees went all soft, and she moaned.

"Oh, God Paul. Of course I'm happy, now we have four days together."

"And five nights, I'll leave early on Monday morning," Paul rotated his hard erection against her while his hand was snaking under her shirt.

She was losing all her self-control fast. She needed to get them inside.

"Let's go," she took Paul's hand and dragged him towards the elevators.

"Yeah, let's. I've been dreaming about that bed of yours all this time. We can put that headboard into good use. I want you to ride on my face baby," Paul whispered.

Bella shivered, "you make me come by your words alone," she said and sucked Paul's ear hook into her mouth, knowing it drove him wild.

"Fuck baby, you are playing with fire right now," he grunted.

"That's my plan," she kissed him.

There were four other people in the elevator going up as well, but as soon as they got inside Bella's apartment, they started to peel off their clothes, kissing sloppily on their way to her room.

"When I... get you, naked baby... you won't need clothes ... for the next four days," Paul panted between the kisses.

He peeled Bella's jeans and panties off and then took off his own. "Now come and ride my face," he hasted her as he lay down on her bed.

Bella climbed on the bed and crawled between his legs. She kissed his dick, sucking the swollen top into her mouth. He tasted amazing. She took him deeper.

"Ah …. Bella … C'mere ... I've been dreaming of you riding on my face since I saw this bed. Hold on to the headboard," Paul hasted her.

Bella's bed had a cast iron headboard with plenty of places to grab and hold on. Her mind started wandering to the possibilities it had.

Paul grabbed her hips, pulling her to his face. He didn't waste any time and plunged his tongue inside of her; he was a man on a mission. She giggled, but it turned into a breathy moan.

"Ah... Paul!"

Paul's mouth was moving on her wet folds, sucking her and his nose rubbed against the sensitive bud. Bella started to rock her hips against his mouth.

"Oh, that feels... Ah..." she moaned, arching her back. Paul tightened his grip around her hips and moaned into her folds.

This was something they hadn't done before, and it was amazing. It wouldn't take long for her to come like this. Paul plunged his tongue feverishly into her and sucked, and she started to clench around his tongue. Her whole body began to jerk; the orgasm would be so powerful.

"Ahh ... shit … ah …"

The wave of pleasure rolled down her spine, and she clenched her hands harder around cast-iron bars and arched her back.

"PAUL!"

Paul held her hips in place and ate at her through her orgasm. Her whole body was trembling with aftershocks when Paul lifted himself from beneath her, leaning his back against the headboard and thrusting his hard cock inside her. He filled her so completely, and she came again.

"Dear God, Paul!"

It was so intense that she felt like passing out.

"That's right, come for me," Paul panted and drove his hips up to meet her spasming walls. Bella rocked against Paul, and her orgasm just kept pulsing, making her moan and whimper.

"Fuck baby, suck me! Just like that!"

He crushed his mouth against hers and sucked her tongue into his mouth. She tasted herself on his lips. For a while, they just ate at each other. She was starving for him.

Paul grabbed the headboard and wound his fingers into the iron bar, and Bella entwined her fingers with his. She rotated her hips on him, grinding, getting his wonderful cock deeper inside of her.

She leaned to kiss him. "I love you, Paul," she whispered.

"Love you more, baby," Paul panted and bucked his hips up to meet hers. He stretched her inner walls deliciously. The burning sensation was the best there was. She'd missed this so much. She brushed her fingers across Paul's muscular body, scraping her nails over his pecs, dragging out moans off him.

They kept in slow motion for a while, savoring each other, getting back to their rhythm. Three weeks was just damn too long time to be apart.

Then Paul grabbed her hips and moved on the top, pressing her against the mattress. Her head was on the edge of the bead, and her hair was falling on the floor.

And he started to fuck her. It felt so good; Paul's hot cock was hitting just the right places to drive her crazy. He lifted her other leg against his chest and plunged deeper.

"Ah, Paul just like that, harder... Ah..."

"Like this baby?" Paul panted and swiveled his hips deliciously, increasing the pace. She was in heaven.

"Oh yeah!"

"Fuck baby, you're so tight... You feel so good."

She felt an orgasm coming. Her whole body was on fire. And when her walls started to clench around Paul, she couldn't stop the scream erupting from her throat.

"Paul!"

"Yeah, baby, come with me," Paul moaned loudly and kept thrusting. She felt him swelling inside of her, and then he exploded.

"Just like that... fuck... suck me … ah ... Oh FUCK!" Paul arched his back as his hips still thrust into her, and she didn't want it to end. He kept coming and moaning her name.

"Bella, oh fuck Bella, you're amazing baby!"

Paul collapsed next to her, bringing her with him and hugging her tightly against him.

They panted heavily, catching their breaths.

"I love you, baby so fucking much," he said and kissed her.

She sighed against his lips. "I love you."

She looked at him, every feature on his face. His eyes were half-masted and dark.

"Your hair has grown a little," she said and brushed a string of damp hair covering his other eye from his forehead. He had a small scar there on his left eyebrow. She brushed her forefinger over it, and then she kissed it.

"Where did you get this scar?" The question came out of her mouth before she could stop. She'd seen it before but had never asked where he had gotten it because she had feared it had been his father's doings.

Paul lifted his hand and touched his scar and then took her hand and kissed the sea horses on her wrist.

"I was fishing with mommy Holly, and your father and Billy were there too. I was around 11 years old and was fooling around the pier and fell and hit the corner of my eye. I remember it because it was the only time I remember mommy Holly ever getting mad at me," Paul told her, squeezing her closer to him.

"There was so much blood, and she got scared I'd hurt me badly. Your father had a first aid kit in his police cruiser, and he cleaned the wound, but we had to go to ER to get it stitched."

"So, you have more shared history together than I knew," Bella said and kissed his scar again.

"Not much else than those fishing trips. But I always liked your father; he's a good man," Paul said.

"Yeah. And you are gorgeous, did you know that." The feeling of having him here with her after so long was incredible. She loved him so much, it hurt.

She kissed his nose, his cheekbone, his earlobe, his jaw and sucked his pulsing point on his neck.

Paul moaned.

"Well, so are you, so we're well-matched," Paul said, and just in one swift move, he was inside of her again.

"Paul, you're insatiable," Bella moaned.

"Only for you. I just can't get enough of you, baby."

Megan woke up and glanced at her phone. It was 9 am. She quickly visited the bathroom and left her room to make some coffee. She could hear someone frying something in the kitchen. Bella didn't fry anything, so it had to be her boyfriend, Paul. She didn't hear Bella being there with him, so she wasn't sure what to do; to go to the kitchen or wait for him to be ready with whatever he was making. She decided to go and make the coffee; she shouldn't feel unable to go to the kitchen whenever she wanted or needed. This was her home.

Holy fuck, Megan almost gasped out loud.

Yeah, it was Bella's boyfriend alright, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight in front of her eyes. He wore only jeans without any shirt, leaving his upper body bare. Bella had mentioned that he was good-looking, and she had shown her a picture of them together. But holy fuck.

She skimmed her eyes from his tight ass to the muscular back and up to his lean shoulders, and there on his right upper arm, she saw a tattoo; it was a wolf. His skin was a light russet color, absolutely delicious color. Lickable, like toffee and chocolate, add some cream, and you have a perfect dessert, yummy dessert.

She couldn't take her eyes off him. Her eyes followed his shoulders to his lean neck to the ink-black hair that was disheveled obviously from last night's bedroom activities. Dear God, he was gorgeous.

When she had come home yesterday, she hadn't expected to hear very vocal lovemaking through the half ajar door to Bella's room. Bella had told her Paul would come today. There had been a trail of clothes on the floor leading the path from the front door to Bella's room. Their bags were by the front door, and shoes were tossed everywhere. Bella and her man had been in a rush. It had seemed.

She felt her cheeks flushing when she remembered the noises he had made... Jesus, woman, get a grip. You are eye fucking your roommate's man.

"Ah morning, you must be Megan. I'm Paul," the gorgeous hunk said, glancing at her, waking Megan from her haze. "I hope you don't mind that I just grabbed what I could find from the fridge. Bella is still sleeping, so I couldn't ask her what I can use," Paul said and sipped coffee before continuing to fry something that looked like omelets. "We'll go shopping later and replace all I've used this morning. But I've made enough for you too."

She was lost in his eyes, still a bit sleepy and ink black. Dear God.

Megan cleared her throat and answered, "that's fine. We do share quite a bit already."

"That's good then. I've made omelets and toasted rye bread with tomato salad. I hope you're ok with that."

What the hell is he saying? Is she ok with the food he is making?

"Sounds great," she was able to say.

"There's coffee in the pot," Paul said and gathered food to the tray with plates and cutlery, and after pouring orange juice into two glasses, he moved to leave the kitchen. "Help yourself. I got all that we're eating. Rest is for you," he said, glancing at her quickly with a small smile, and then he was gone.

Megan stayed stunned on the spot staring at the closed door.

Damn. Bella was a lucky bitch.

Paul closed the door behind him. Yesterday they had left it half open when they had crashed into Bella's room. They had been so completely lost in each other that they hadn't noticed they had left the door open or heard anything when Bella's roommate had come home. Paul didn't care, but Bella had been horrified about Megan hearing them.

She'd been worried the way only Bella could, how Megan must have been feeling uncomfortable when hearing them. Always thinking about others, his Bella was. But Paul had to agree; they'd been pretty loud. Paul smirked. Not sure how much a closed door would have helped, he'd been unstoppable, couldn't get enough of her, and told her that in multiple ways during the night. And she'd been there with him, not saving herself at all. So yeah, loud was one way to put it.

He put the tray on the bedside table and took off his jeans, slipping back under the sheet behind her, nuzzling Bella's neck. He loved kissing the back of her ear. He breathed in her scent, green tea, and her own feminine scents, which made him wild now mixed with his. It made him very satisfied.

She was still deep in sleep. They hadn't slept much last night, and Paul was ready to go again. He was a selfish fucker, but they would sleep when apart. No time to waste when in the same bed.

He kissed Bella's shoulder and the Honu on it. He skimmed his hand on her curvy waist to the swell of her hip, sliding the sheet off with his hand. He licked her ear lobe and whispered, "baby, there is some breakfast." He rotated his hard erection against Bella's ass and kneaded her other breast.

Bella moaned sleepily, "oh, Paul …."

She lifted her leg and arched her back, and Paul slid one finger inside her. She was wet instantly, and he replaced his finger with his cock.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered into her ear, grabbed her thigh, and, lifting it to his hip, thrust deeper.

"Ahh... Paul …"

This was how the mornings should always be like for them. He'd been missing Bella insanely in these last three weeks. He didn't know how the fuck he was able to leave her again.

"So good Paul …"

He turned on his back and moved Bella, so she was straddling him, facing away from him.

Her long hair flooded his chest while Bella moved slowly on his dick, up and down. It was the best fucking way to wake up.

"Shouldn't we eat? It gets cold," Bella panted, circling her hips against him, arching her back. Her dolphin on her hip looked like it was swimming, moving slowly with her movements. Fucking gorgeous.

"Soon, baby... soon. Fuck, you are so beautiful."

"Oh, yeah?"

Bella lifted her hair off her back with both her hands, and he marveled at her narrow waist, round hips, and ass. Her cream-colored skin glowed in the soft morning sun peeking through the window shades. Watching how she moved up and down on his dick, sucking him deep, was mesmerizing.

"Fucking masterpiece," he groaned when she squeezed her inner muscles around his throbbing cock.

Paul got up to sit and grabbed her tight against him. She spread her legs and took his hand, rubbing it over her clit.

"Oh Paul …"

He moved her hair so he could suck her neck. There were quite many love bites already; he wanted to suck one more. Bella moved from his grip and moved to her knees, and started to pump herself on his dick.

"Ah Bella …. you fuck me so good!"

Bella arched her back and undulated her hips against him. She glanced over her shoulder, her face was flushed, and she smiled. Paul groaned, it was the most erotic sight ever.

"I love your dick," she panted, closed her eyes, and rotated her hips in the other direction. Jesus fuck, that was hot.

Paul placed his hands on the bed and met her moves thrusting his hips up. He leaned back to the headboard closing his eyes, and just felt her around him. The slow pace was torturous and sweet at the same time. He could stay like this whole day, every day, forever.

Bella turned around and sank into him again. "I want to see you; I missed you so much, baby." And she captured Paul's lips with hungry urgency, and he moaned into her mouth as she sucked his bottom lip. Their bodies started to move in perfect synchronization.

"I love you, Paul," Bella whispered, and he felt his heart bursting with his love for her.

"I love you too baby," Paul said.

It was lovemaking in its truest sense. With Bella, Paul had learned that you didn't have to fuck your brains out to come; it was different. It was soul-deep devotion. It was amazing. He had never made love before Bella. With Bella, he could have it all: rough and hard, tender and sensual, playful, loving, worshiping, fuck how he loved to worship her with his body.

"Are you close, Paul?" Bella panted. She was squeezing her walls around him, and he was close; he just didn't want this to end.

"Yeah, so close." He jerked his hip a bit rougher, and Bella picked up her rocking. And it was all it took. They came together her milking him, clenching tightly around him.

"Ah … fuck baby, you blow my mind every fucking time," Paul pressed Bella tightly against him and pulsed his cum deep inside her.

Bella was always so tender after sex, especially on her back and neck. He grazed his fingers from her tail bone up along her spine to the nape of her neck and sucked her pulsing point, and got what he was looking for. Bella shivered and hissed, pressing herself against him. He could probably make her come again like this. But he was starving.

"Good morning, baby," he kissed.

"What a way to wake up, I've missed this," Bella said and kissed him back. They pressed their foreheads against each other for a while.

Then Bella moved, and Paul missed her warmth already.

"I gotta pee and wash my hands before eating. I think you need too," Bella said and got up from his lap.

She left for the bathroom. Paul took the tray from the nightstand and made Bella a plate, and went to wash his hands. He liked that she had her own bathroom in her room. It made all sorts of activities easier and more tempting than if she had to share it with a roommate.

"What did you make?" Bella asked.

"Some omelets, and tomato salad with toasted rye bread. I brought that bread you like with me. I made some for your roommate too. I met her just before I woke you up."

"What did she say?" Bella asked warily.

"Baby, she didn't say anything. Was happy to get some breakfast. You think too much. Now eat." Paul chuckled and took a big bit of the omelet.

'Shit, this is good. I'm starving," he groaned.

They hadn't eaten much last night, too busy to go anywhere and no time to prepare anything either. They ate their breakfast, wolfing it down.

"I've missed your food too, baby," Bella moaned when she ate her salad. "What did you put in this? It's divine."

"Dunno, some balsamic vinegar, basil, and shallots. I think it's the tomatoes, you had good tomatoes in your fridge, only you shouldn't store them in the fridge. Where did you get them?"

"Dunno," Bella smiled mischievously and crawled to kiss him. "Megan bought them. Probably from the fresh food market. You must tell her where to store them; she doesn't believe me."

He put his plate on the bedside table and grabbed Bella into his arms.

"Do you have a lot on today?" He kissed the top of her head.

"One lesson at two, I'm back around four, and then I had to finish the project, that's all," Bella said.

"Good. I can do my shit when you're at your lesson. I promised to send it today. I told them that I wouldn't stay another fucking weekend to do any shit, and they gave me another way to do the test. It's an online quiz," Paul told Bella and kissed her.

"Take me to the shower," Bella breathed into his ear.