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Chapter 7
Dick-drived?
Edward
I sat in the car in front of the Webers' house and waited for Bella.
Alice had put Bella's groceries in my hand and instructed me to pick them up, since I was just trudging around lost in thought waiting for her anyway.
I watched as Ben rang the doorbell and the door opened.
Bella came out with a deep red head and hurried past him toward my Volvo with her eyes pinned to the ground.
I frowned in amusement.
What was going on with her? I could not learn anything from the thoughts of the others. They were just happy to be able to embrace each other.
Then she looked up, recognized me - leaning against the car door - and beamed at me delightedly.
"Hey, my angel! How was your day?", I greeted her and pulled her into my arms.
"Exhausting, but okay," she replied, stretching her tantalizing lips toward me for a kiss of welcome.
After that, I opened the door for her to get in.
As I dropped into the seat next to her and started the engine, I looked at her questioningly.
"So, what did you do at Angela's?"
The question drove the blood to her cheeks.
? So, something she was embarrassed about.
"Did you know they already handed out the invitation-cards!"
"I caught it today. Alice wanted to send them out as soon as possible so she could get the feedback sooner and plan more accurately. Why?"
"Well, I had hopes that she would wait a little longer."
"Makes sense, doesn't it? What's so bad about it?"
"You do realize that soon everyone will be walking around here thinking that you're about to become a father!"
Father?
My head jerked toward her.
Ah, the story ...
The fact that this was now not possible for several reasons made me smile ...
"Did Angela say anything?"
"No, she's probably been the only one who's just been happy for us."
"Well, you see. Not everyone thinks like that. What did you want from her?"
She rolled her eyes.
"I had to discuss something with her. How was your hunt?"
This reeked of red herring.
"Successful," I said tersely, thinking about how Alice had been upset about our torn clothes - and the reasons why.
I waited impatiently in Bella's bed for her to finish eating and say goodbye to Charlie.
She had made me so curious when she simply snatched her shopping bag out of my hand and quickly stowed it in the closet. According to the weight, it was clothes. But on my inquiry she had answered only with blushing cheeks "You'll get to see it soon enough".
I didn't have to wait long before I heard her coming up the stairs.
But she disappeared into the bathroom first and it took a few more endless minutes before the door opened.
With a sigh, she lowered herself next to me.
"Oh man! Everything hurts on me."
She smelled slightly of mint - had probably already brushed her teeth.
Very attentive. The fresh food taste was always a little unpleasant for me ... But nothing could stop me from putting my lips tenderly on hers.
"Hot water helps relieve tight muscles."
I brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her again.
"Are you trying to get rid of me again?", she grumbled with closed eyes.
"I just want you to come back quickly. Because today it's your turn!"
She pulled up the corners of her mouth and breathed.
"Very good! I am not capable of much more today."
"Then how about a back massage?"
"That sounds fantastic ... I think I'll pass on showering tonight."
"Change your clothes?", I asked hopefully.
"I don't want to get up anymore ...", she grumbled.
Then I would probably have to be patient even longer.
"Okay, I'll be right back," I said, handing her her sleeping clothes.
I went to the door and listened for Charlie and the TV.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to warm up my hands. And you can change here," I explained before silently sliding to the door and into the bathroom.
I ran hot water over my hands for two or three minutes, thinking about the book Emmett had put in my hand after the hunt. 'Erotic Massages'. As long as you left out the 'erotic', the idea wasn't bad. Alice had also supplied me with a little bottle without being asked. When I looked questioningly into her grumpy face, I heard: 'Aphrodisiac you would not have taken.' The label said: 'Lavender oil - relaxing.'
I slipped back into Bella's room unnoticed and immediately her unfamiliar sight captured me.
She was lying on her stomach with her upper body naked, her arms under her head and covered up to her hips. The only reassuring thing about the picture was the waistband of her pajama pants, which was still visible. Everything else was doing unexpected things to my body.
I knelt down next to her on the mattress and my hand began to gently trace her contours as if by itself.
Even the first touch triggered a tingling sensation in my arm that continued throughout my body, increasing with every movement and inevitably gathering in my crotch.
I stroked down her spine, and she got goosebumps.
'Are you cold?', I wanted to ask, but I only managed a croak, so occupied was my voice all of a sudden. I had to clear my throat before I could get it out.
She shook her head.
"It's pretty warm in here. Did you turn on the heat?"
"Hmm ...", I mumbled in agreement and let my fingers slide over her ribs.
She winced slightly.
"Weren't you supposed to be massaging me instead of tickling me?", she mumbled into the pillows.
"Um ... yeah ... sorry."
I tore myself away from the mesmerizing sight of her and reached for the vial I had provided on the bedside table.
Relaxing. Maybe it worked not only on her much too tense body parts.
I poured some into my palm, put the jar back and rubbed the oil on both my hands.
I deeply sucked in the lavender scent ... but unfortunately did not have the impression that it would relax anything with me.
Then I spread it evenly on her back, shoulders, and upper arms. Her warm skin burned under my hands, and I really had to pull myself together to stay lucid.
At least the smell masked some of Bella's own - my own personal aphrodisiac.
"Feel free to grip harder, I can barely feel you," Bella volunteered.
I grabbed the back of her neck.
"So?"
She shook her head.
Slowly I strengthened my grip.
"Let me know when it's enough."
Harder and harder I pressed my fingers into her skin, feeling her blood pulsing in my veins and further into her flesh ...
"Bella?"
"More."
Even stronger? I could already slowly make out their tendons and muscles. That was really interesting.
"So ... good!", she heaved a sigh.
Okay. I could work with that. I didn't think I could touch her so tightly without hurting her.
So I started to feel and work her muscles.
It was easier to touch her when I could concentrate on something so concrete. But when I arrived back at her clearly hardened nape, she groaned.
The sound jerked like a lightning bolt between my legs.
? Ohh ...!
"Did I hurt you?"
"Mmm ... keep doing more of the same!"
With steady and powerful movements I kneaded her tension.
And again and again a pleasant growl, moan, or gasp escaped her.
What was she doing to me? The unintentionally incredibly erotic sound penetrated into my body and fueled the fire kindled there, which blazed ever brighter. My senses slowly faded.
"Bella, stop that!"
"Hmm ...? What's the matter?", she mumbled enraptured.
"Better stop now!"
"Lie on top of me," she asked, completely innocent and unknowing.
I couldn't lie on top of her with my hard-on after all! As much as a disturbing voice inside me would have liked to do that immediately.
"But I'm much too heavy," I declined.
"Please! ... I want to feel you."
How could I resist?
I pulled the blanket up to her shoulders so that I wouldn't make her too cold again. Then I lowered my body onto hers in a well-dosed manner. As far down as possible, so that she would not feel my erection so clearly. Her butt pressed against my stomach.
I put my hands on hers and we intertwined our fingers. I let my head sink onto her nape. Her hair had come loose from the twisted knot and now flowed softly around her shoulders, caressing my face, and flooding me with her unmistakable scent.
"That was so good," she purred with pleasure.
The memory of her naked torso burned through the blanket and deeper and deeper into my limbs.
Our exposed forearms lay against each other.
I became aware of every inch of her skin, sending electrifying pulses through me.
Bella
I was already almost dozing off after this gigantic massage - his reduced weight that gently pressed me into the pillows felt so good - I was completely relaxed. There was not much more missing ...
And then he turned his head and stroked with his nose over my shoulder to my neck and back again. Put many little kisses on my skin up to my ear.
I heard him breathing faster and faster and was suddenly wide awake again. A quiet tingling stirred in my stomach.
I was sure that he was no longer completely aware of himself and considered whether I should call his attention to it. But I was far too curious and so I decided to wait and see what would happen.
His kisses became more and more intense and sent my body in a flurry of excitement. I felt his cold breath as he opened his mouth and nibbled on my shoulder, working his way up to my earlobe. Hot and cold waves overran my senses.
He rose slightly and began to move as if he was now gently massaging me with his entire body ... I no longer knew what happened to me. My mind was clinging to the not unpleasant pain that his tightening grip was causing in my fingers. It was exactly the hold I needed at the moment.
The butterflies from my stomach had long since slipped quite a bit lower. I felt his hard excitement rubbing against my buttocks, which sent an unbridled heat between my legs. He opened his mouth at the crook of my neck and let his tongue circle ever more urgently over my tingling skin until he finally began to suck it gently into his mouth and a low moan escaped him.
An exciting shiver ran down my spine and I realized that if I didn't intervene now, I couldn't guarantee anything.
"Edward," I said carefully.
No reaction. Only another deep guttural sound.
"Edward, have you changed your mind?", I asked a little louder.
Edward
"Edward."
Something was pushing at the edge of my consciousness, demanding attention.
"Edward, have you changed your mind?" I registered Bella's voice, veiled.
Little by little my mind cleared.
I felt hot delicious skin under my lips. I realized that I was squeezing Bella's hands far too tightly and I loosened my grip. What was going on here? I could have broken her fingers!, it flashed through my mind, and I stopped in the movement ... AND STOPPED IN THE MOVEMENT?!
Suddenly everything was very clear.
I jumped up, landed in a crouched position next to the bed, and stared at Bella.
Oh my God, what had I done? I was completely out of my mind. I had rubbed myself against her - I had rubbed my fucking cock against her ass. I had abused her! Oh no, how perverted was I?!
"Oh God, Bella. I'm so sorry!"
I held out a hand to her.
She raised her head, looked at me in confusion and took my hand.
"What are you sorry for? Why are you jumping up as if stung by an adder?"
"... I didn't mean to ... Oh, God ..."
I shook my head, unable to look at her any further, and looked down at the floor.
"Edward, nothing happened."
I looked up in horror.
"Nothing happened? I completely lost control!"
"If it feels this good, feel free to lose it more often," she grinned at me.
"Bella, that's not funny! Something else could have happened!", I said stunned. How could she take it so lightly?
"Edward, now come on." She turned on her side to look at me better. "Nothing happened though! You didn't hurt me at all! You ... you were incredibly gentle and tender and ..."
She ran her hand through her hair.
Wildly determined, I ignored her bare arm and saw the reddish marks on her fingers.
"Yes, exactly! How are your hands?", I asked challengingly.
She sparkled at me in frustration.
"... and erotic and sexy! Believe me! I'm fine! Now get over here already!"
I shook my lowered head, sighed, and looked up at the exact moment she did something absolutely rash.
She lifted the blanket invitingly.
I immediately closed my eyes, but it was already too late. The image had already burned itself deeply into my retina. I saw her right in front of me. Her naked upper body as I had never seen it before. Her perfect breasts arching towards me, the tender pink buds that made my mouth water and my fingertips tingle. Which just called out to be touched by me. Not a good idea! Not a good idea at all! Don't even think about it, I tried to persuade myself.
That's when I first realized I'd been holding my breath, puffed out my cheeks and let the air escape slowly between my lips. I wanted to take a deep breath, flare my nostrils, and faltered at the same moment when the first molecules hit my receptors.
A powerful fragrance that seemed to consist of Bella's essence immediately enveloped my mind, penetrating every fiber of my being. It awakened an irrepressible primal instinct in me that took over all my senses. A libidinous desire rose in me and made my chest tremble with an excited growl.
I wrenched my eyes open in shock and was just able to grasp a clear saving thought.
OXYGEN.
A millisecond later, I had torn open the window and greedily sucked the fresh night air into my lungs. Breathing heavily, I stood leaning against the frame, which creaked under my handshake.
In - out. With each puff, my consciousness cleared a little more.
I closed my eyes.
Wrong decision. Immediately I saw again Bella's naked curves floating in front of me in detailed clarity.
Eyes open.
Inhale - exhale.
I leaned further outside and started counting the leaves on the tree in front of the house to distract myself.
1, 2, 3 ... In - out. What the hell had just happened? ... 498, 499 ...
With each successive breath, my body relaxed a little more and my mind began to function again.
... 2,020, 2,021 ... Carlisle's book popped into my head. Were these those damn pheromones he'd been talking about, too? ... 10,145, 10,155 ...
And then the realization set in.
... 11,333, ... 11,400 ...? She was aroused ... She was wet ... She was ready ... For me! OH ... MY ... GOD ...
An unexpected wave of satisfying pleasure washed over me.
"EDWARD!", I heard her shout and wheeled around.
How long had I been standing here? God ...! Did it never end?
She was sitting in bed, holding the blanket over her chest with one hand, and her somewhat disheveled hair framing her slightly flushed face.
How could one look so innocent and seductive at the same time?
I had to look away.
My eyes fell on her T-shirt, which was lying on the floor.
I picked it up and threw it to her.
"Can you please put some clothes on!" I begged her in a hoarse voice and turned around again.
"Did I do something wrong?", she asked quietly as she got dressed.
"Oh God, no Bella! You didn't do anything wrong at all."
"Then what's going on?"
I turned back to her when I heard she had finished, but remained leaning against the window sill.
"I ... was taken by surprise!", I stammered. How should I explain this to her?
"From my stupid action with the blanket?"
Her cheeks took on a deeper shade of red.
I had to smile.
She just looked so cute when she was embarrassed.
"Also that ...", I had to admit.
"Oh ..." she muttered, "I'm sorry, then."
She lowered her eyes and pulled the bedclothes tighter around her.
What did that mean now? It was so frustrating. Why couldn't I just read her mind. Then everything would be so much easier!
I wanted to go to her and take her in my arms.
But the whole room was still drenched in her intoxicating smell. I needed the cleansing oxygen that flowed through the window behind me. Was she ashamed?
I examined her closely.
All the signs pointed to it. But why? Then I remembered how she had folded her arms in front of her chest yesterday, when my traitorous, lustful gaze had stuck to them before. I was a complete idiot.
"Bella, there's nothing about you to be ashamed of!", I said in a velvety voice that made her look up at me doubtfully through her long lashes. "Really! You're beautiful and I love every inch of you - just the way it is!"
"You haven't really seen me yet," she muttered to herself.
Oh God - and how I had seen her. I wonder if I could ever close my eyes again without seeing her!
"Then why did you want to jump out of the window? And still stand there as if you are about to leave in a second?"
"I don't want to leave. I just needed some fresh air."
She looked at me puzzled.
She did not understand a word, how could she?
"Why?" she asked after a long pause.
I looked seeking help at the ceiling, from which only a few cobwebs grinned mockingly at me.
"Because ... I smelled ... that you ..."
"... that I?"
"That you're aroused ... were," I quickly corrected, grinning sheepishly at her.
She wrenched her eyes open, turned bright red, and with a "Shit!" she pulled the blanket over her head and let herself fall backwards into the pillows.
"Ahhh ...! Go away!", I heard her muffled call from her hiding place.
Oh, was she serious? I hadn't expected that reaction.
"Um ... okay? If you want," I said loud enough for her to hear me.
"No, it's okay. Stay there," she grumbled to herself.
I waited a few minutes.
"Is everything all right with you? Are you coming out of there again today?", I asked cautiously.
Then she jerkily freed herself and sat up indignantly.
"Is everything all right?!", she snorted. "Not enough that my traitorous cheeks and my heartbeat document my emotional state to you at every moment ... Now this, too! Could it possibly get any worse?"
"Worse?" I actually didn't find that at all. Provided I was able to keep my reaction to it under control, it was even extremely practical.
She glared at me angrily.
I rolled my eyes.
"You can not help it at all that you smell so seductive. I almost fell over you completely uncontrollably!"
"Almost ... Yes, very reassuring," she said to me. "Dick-drived, my ass ..." she muttered to herself as she stood up.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, stifling a laugh.
"Freeing you from my oh-so-irresistible lure."
"Huh ...?"
"Go take a shower!", she snorted.
That was certainly not the worst idea! But I was careful not to say anything about it.
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