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Chapter 24

Dangerous Fellatio

Bella

The following days ... or rather nights were strange. Of course we cuddled, kissed, made out and caressed each other ... But I suddenly had inhibitions. I felt somehow ... too unclean or something ... to really let him touch me. Or even to let him excite me too much, knowing that I wouldn't get any physical satisfaction this way or that way. Funnily enough, I had the impression that he had now suddenly decided to push further. Once I even had to stop his hand, which had drifted off too deep for me.

My God, it was an effort to explain to him that I wanted to wait until my period was over before doing anything like that.

He was, of course, understanding as always, even though the faint impression crept over me that he was regretting it for some reason. So I intensified more and more my activities regarding my habituation theory for him ...

And he let me ... Mostly ... And actually started to enjoy it too. At least that's how it seemed to me. At any rate, I imagined that I was really achieving some success with it. For today I had resolved to go one step further.

Wisely, I waited with my attack until Charlie was fast asleep ...

After all, we had a pleasant pastime. It excited me immensely to play around his navel with my tongue and sink it in, but I had another clear goal in mind - was on 'Mission Impossible' - and he hadn't stopped me yet. So I didn't want to hurt my chances, to overwhelm him right now and leave it at that, putting an innocent kiss on the hollow.

Piece by piece I ventured further and further, kissing deeper and deeper on the velvety skin of his hard belly, trying not to be distracted by the muscles and nicks that all disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

The longer I allowed myself to be delayed, the greater the likelihood that he would not allow it.

Edward lay still - absolutely frozen, had his eyes closed and wasn't even breathing.

If I hadn't known, and if his expression hadn't been so strained in concentration, it could have been the statue of a Greek god that someone had foolishly put pants on.

So I let my hands, which I had so far discreetly propped up next to him on the mattress, without much ado to the closure of his disturbing legscoverings, which denied me free access to the object of my desire - the object of my self-imposed challenge.

I didn't want to be too slow, unnecessarily overstimulating it for him, nor did I want to act too quickly to avoid a moment of surprise with an inevitable retreat reflex.

Tension and excitement made my heartbeat faster and my pulse soar ...

Not good at all - he heard it with absolute certainty and might misinterpret it.

I opened the knob with an effortlessly calm handgrip and immediately had to prevent an internal groan from escaping.

Crap, the jeans didn't have a zipper.

I gave him an appraising look to factor in the likely impact.

All I could make out of the change was his fingers clawed into the sheet, making the tendons and muscles on his arms stand out. It looked incredibly erotic, but I wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign.

An increasingly obvious bulge appeared under my hands, and I had to scrape together all my courage to overcome my inhibitions to undo the other four buttons.

And now? What did I do now with the pants and the boxer shorts? Take them off? Only how? Or just push them aside? I had somehow left that unthought in my plan.

But he took the decision from me.

With a smoky "Wait," he unceremoniously pushed me out of the way and faster than I could have tracked, he was lying stark naked in front of me again, holding me gently by the upper arms and asking, "Give me one more moment, OKAY? "

I could only nod in agreement, because it had taken my breath away and I had just survived half a heart attack.

After a few minutes, during which I tried in vain to fix my eyes on his face which was struggling to relax and not let them wander to his erect manhood directly in front of me, he signaled me to continue with a prompting squeeze of his hands.

After he apparently preferred slow in order to better adjust to it and he obviously had no fundamental objection to my plan for the time being, I began to caress his thighs and hips quite pleasurably. His grip, at first firm and then looser and looser, gave me a good indication of when he was ready for the next step. I couldn't help but be amazed once again as my fingers explored his penis. The shaft so smooth, his glans so beautiful. Powerful and proud, he flaunted towards me and literally called for me.

My thumb brushed over a cool liquid at its tip as I enclosed it with my fingers ...

The word 'drop of desire' came to my mind.

Edward's deep and animalistic growl sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.

He looked so sexy as he pressed his head into the pillows and tightened his jaw.

I promptly felt the demanding tingle move to my center.

I noticed how his chest muscles twitched and his chest rose and fell frantically. Only then did I notice his rapid breathing.

If he already reacted like that already ... excited by my tender touch, how would he when...

Encouraged by his reaction, I decided to just give it a try.

I wanted to feel him ... and taste him.

So I let my fingers slide down again and looked up at him checking once more.

His eyes were still closed, his wet lips open.

... his grip status was prompting.

I swallowed and returned to my task.

Smiling, I bent down and faltered briefly ...

I could not resist the urge to sniff carefully first.

Of course, I knew that vampires didn't have to go to the bathroom or take on unpleasant body odor ... But who could be sure? But he smelled the same there ... Simply Edward.

More relieved than I thought, I enclosed him - finally - with my lips.

What a feeling ...

Edward winced and reared back a little, accompanied by a low rumble from his throat that caused me to take a furtive look of inspection.

Surprisingly, I looked right into his eyes, which widened in fascination.

The boundless love in them was infused with burning lust and soothed my budding insecurity. Nevertheless, I felt strangely observed, which is why I preferred to close my eyes again. Thank God I noticed that he let himself sink back again with a dark groan, otherwise I probably could not have continued so carelessly.

I let his erection slide slowly into my mouth and back again, tasting him, sucking on him, feeling his twitch.

His coldness quickly faded.

My tongue circled him, licked, played ... I tried everything possible that came to mind and heard the next sheet tear.

His hands were immersed cramped in the mattress, as if his life depended on it.

"Ahh ... ohh ... Bella ... ", Edward moaned, which made me smile with encouragement.

It couldn't be all that bad, what I was fabricating here.

I put all my love and greed for him, spoiled him. My one hand clung to his hips or caressed his testicles, while the other was constantly around his shaft.

I could not stop a buzzing sound.

"Hmmm ... "

It tasted so good, so Edward, it just felt fantastic. What would it be like when we made love?

I was just testing how far I could possibly take him inside me when his fingers slid into my hair.

At this, I wondered what the strange circular movements on my head were supposed to mean and were doing to my already tangled curls when his hands froze, and I could no longer move.

Reflexively, I cramped my left around him and braced myself with the right, summoning all my strength, against his pelvis - without effect. He was out of it, not in his right mind - and I was blocked, with my mouth stuffed. Fear crept up in me.

All his concerns expressed dozens and dozens of times, about being able to hurt me with just one careless move, echoed in my ears and became extremely real in one fell swoop. I not only feared for my teeth and throat ... Fearfully I realized that I could do nothing at all if he would now come towards me with his pelvis. Just the thought of it almost triggered my gag reflex. My stomach was already cramping, if I had only caught a too large piece of banana ... But THAT was beyond my imagination. I felt my dinner on its way back up.

I pressed my tongue against his tip in an idiotic-pitiful attempt to stop him.

Panic spilled over. I began to hyperventilate, wanted to pound on him with my fists, but didn't dare move even a millimeter from the straddling position. Sweat was pouring out of my pores, and I was madly considering how I could somehow kick him or otherwise draw attention to myself. The experiment to produce any sound ended in a dull buzzing, because I did not even want to loosen my cramped lips and that merely sent a shiver through his body. Tears came to my eyes out of sheer helplessness ... Then the last option came to my mind. For a brief moment I skimmed over the consequences - but the likelihood of even coming close to hurting him seemed utterly absurd. So I bit.

And then several things happened at the same time.

My teeth slid scratchily over his stony skin, an almost animalistic-sounding growl escaped him, and while he tore open his eyes in shock, a sourly liquid splashed into my mouth. His grip loosened and all at once he sat very close to me, extremely concerned, tenderly holding my glowing cheeks and stroking away the wet tracks with his cool thumbs.

"Oh my God, Bella! Are you OKAY? I didn't mean to! What have I done? I'm so sorry to no end! "

I couldn't answer, gulping, slightly contorting my face and unable to suppress a slight tremor as I simply leaned against his broad chest, taking in his sweet and soothing scent with a few deep breaths.

He pulled me onto his lap, stroked over my back and arms and whispered incessant apologies and self-reproaches, which I first let pass over me, since I knew that he would not let go of it so quickly anyway. So I simply enjoyed the caresses on my naked Edward until I had calmed down again and could review what had just happened.

That had gone thoroughly awry ... But thank goodness it turned out well.

With my finger on his lips, I stopped his torrent of words.

"It's OKAY ...", I continued and was immediately interrupted.

"It's not ..."

I energetically pressed harder against it and received a silent shake of the head.

"Please let me finish. Nothing happened! It was a first try and ..."

"There won't be another," he mumbled exactly the statement against my hand that I had expected.

I could only express this with a roll of my eyes. Actually, I could have ended the discussion right then, since it made little sense to try to convince him of something else in this state. Nevertheless, I had to express at least my point of view.

"It was a first try and ... and it went a bit to shit. But now we both know better what to expect and you just need to keep your hands on the mattress ... next time. "

He stiffened under me and began anew with his remarks until I unceremoniously closed his mouth with my lips.

Only after some time he returned the kiss very very hesitantly, but then let himself sink back into the pillows with a sigh and pulled me with him.

Only then did he again become aware of the absence of his clothes, and he looked down from me to himself with raised brows and a smug smile, and frowned.

Embarrassed, I averted my eyes, blushed and winced slightly, because he suddenly had a handkerchief in his hand, with which he wiped away a few drops from his lower abdomen. Then he looked at me critically.

"You didn't ... swallow ... that stuff ... earlier, did you? "

I merely shrugged my shoulders.

"What was I supposed to do? Spit in your face? "

And almost expected another overreaction from him. Well, I had probably forgotten the spittoon during my preparatory considerations.

"In any case, you would have had every reason to do so! ", he said resignedly, and I could not help a slightly unnerved groan.

At least he didn't worry that the venom could do harm in my stomach.

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