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Chapter 3

Wishes 2

Bella

"I can't!", I whispered coyly.

The red deepened, my cheeks glowed.

"Why not, Bella?" he asked, holding my burning face between his icy perfect hands, forcing me to return his gaze. "Why can't you tell me what you want, what you obviously need so much? I would do anything for you, you know that Bella, no matter what it is. Please Bella, tell me what you're thinking. Don't be embarrassed. Just trust me."

I was unable to stutter or stammer a response. I quickly averted my eyes from his perfect beautiful topaz.

Suddenly he let go of me and was about to push me off his lap.

"I'm sorry, Bella. I didn't mean to push you into telling me something you didn't really want to. It's just that I'm so eager to finally be with you ..."

Oh no. He should not feel guilty.

I quickly kissed him to shut him up.

With success, he returned the kiss.

We gasped loudly; my head buzzed.

But Edward gave me only a minimal respite. Instantly, he pressed his lips to mine again, sucking on them.

Oh God, he was so damn good. I felt everything inside me screaming with excitement again, mentally begging for him to continue.

When he released our lips from each other, he wandered to my ear and breathed, "Show me, Bella. Show me what to do."

I could not stop myself; my body did not listen to me. He showed him what I needed so damn much. Our bodies were already pressed together anyway. My hands only pushed our pelvises closer together.

Edward understood.

He turned us so that he lay between my legs, pressed his clearly recognizable arousal almost painfully against my throbbing middle. Only by the fabric of two jeans pants, a slip and his boxers separated from each other we lay there.

I groaned loudly.

"You mean like this?" he asked, pressing himself even closer to me.

It's hard to believe that was even possible anymore.

Obviously even more aroused by my insane moaning, he moved our bodies jerkily, making our sexes crash violently against each other.

I just whimpered, begging for release.

"Is that enough, angel?" he moaned.

Was he crazy? I would not calm down until my inner fire was extinguished. I needed him so much! Oh God, that was so good! He was so good!

Obviously realizing I wasn't finished; he grabbed my calves and wrapped them around his waist.

I cried out.

His cold on my heat. Lava and ice. That was so incredibly good.

"Better?" he murmured hastily.

"Oh God, yes!"

It was a mixture of screams and moans. I threw my head back into the nape.

The sex sounds could be heard far across the clearing, I was sure. But somehow I didn't care. I was so incredibly aroused, was sure to climax soon. I felt like I had never felt before in my entire life. I hadn't even imagined it was possible to feel like this. I wanted to scream at him, beg him to give me more, to help me over the cliff.

I bit my lip to stifle that.

That would really have gone beyond the scope of this.

I was shaking.

Edward sensed that.

"No, Bella!" he whispered, his voice so damn rough and frantic. "Don't hold back. Scream as loud as you can. Let it out."

His words, his voice drove me crazy. The smell of arousal that even I managed to catch. Then his breath on my ear. It all sent me into such ecstasy that I instantly felt everything inside me contract and I jumped over the cliff ... I felt so good that I could have died. But I knew that Edward would not let that happen.

As if by itself, my body rubbed against his arousal.

He gasped and groaned, gasping for unneeded air. A rumble escaped his throat.

Not one of the ones to make me fearful when he was angry, it was one that showed all of his fulfillment.

His body began to shake, tremble, while his grip on my body tightened a bit. Once again he rumbled, then it was quiet.

It took quite a while for both of us to come to our senses.

When I felt how incredibly wet the jeans were between my legs, I felt myself immediately blush.

And Edward saw it.

I quickly turned my face away from him.

"Bella?" he whispered lovingly, gently stroking my cheek.

I didn't look at him, couldn't, I was so embarrassed by it all.

"Are you okay? Oh God, did I hurt you?"

Panic ebbed along in his voice.

"Oh, no. Edward, no."

Horrified, I stared at him.

Why did I always forget what he thought of himself? I knew that he immediately blamed himself when something was wrong with me.

He broke our eye contact.

"Do you regret it?" he asked, just loud enough for me to understand.

"No, never!" was all I said to that. How could he think such nonsense? Where did he come up with it? "Edward, where the hell did you come up with such nonsense?"

"Well, you looked so worried again, not looking at me ..."

He broke off, looked away.

"That bad? Listen ... I was just embarrassed ... It wasn't directed at you, really."

He swallowed, then sighed.

"Bella ... why embarrassed?"

I pointed down at myself.

"Well, look what I look like!"

"I would say as beautiful as ever. Maybe even a little prettier."

I rolled my eyes at this outright lie and looked at him.

Admittedly, he didn't look quite as perfect as usual either. No, he still looked perfect. One just had the impression that he had just been physically active.

I looked down at him and took note of the large wet spot on his jeans.

Obviously, he noticed that my gaze had lingered.

"What?"

"There ... is that from me? Sorry."

Now it was his turn to look embarrassed. He moved closer to me so that I could not see his face any further.

"That depends on what you mean exactly. It's mine, but it's mostly your fault."

I chuckled and he started placing little kisses on all the skin he could reach.

Edward smiled as he made his way from ear to ear. He kissed my neck, my cheeks, my nose, my throat, my collarbone.

Unexpectedly, he paused and looked me firmly in the eyes.

"I love you."

I laughed softly.

"I love you, too."

He kissed me passionately.

I took his lower lip between mine, nibbled, licked, soaked up his taste and the icy cold.

He moaned, but did not detach from me as my teeth taxed his lower lip and I finally bit gently. His gasp grew louder, I detached myself from him and smiled.

When he slowly opened his eyes, he also smiled.

Gently his fingertips flowed over my eyelids, so that I opened my eyes as well. I was so indescribably happy.

"Do you want to go home?"

I kissed him one last time before nodding; he let me climb on his back and then he ran.