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Chapter 12

Wrestling With Myself … and With Tongue


Edward


Not much later, Charlie arrived and Bella went downstairs to join him for dinner.

I stayed upstairs to give them some time alone, however, which left my sweetheart embarrassed to explain the presence of a Mercedes Guardian in the driveway to her excited father.

Quite a while and a test drive later, I heard her stomping up the stairs, grumbling to herself, "Can anyone understand these men and their euphoria for cars ..."

She disappeared into the bathroom and the sounds of flushing, the faucet and shower reached my ear.

I strictly refused any fantasy to follow her there even mentally. I already had enough to process.

Slowly I had the feeling that my entire body consisted of a single erogenous zone. No matter where she touched me or licked me ... The same reaction ... A delicate touch on my neck ... Or my ear ... God - a pleasant shudder ran through me. All that was missing was that I got an erection from holding hands or a harmless kiss. I felt betrayed and cornered by my own feelings. No more relying on my petrified, never changing state.

How much longer could I stand this? Or more importantly, could I stop myself in time? If not? What would happen? Would I be able to control myself enough not to hurt her?

It was all so overwhelming. I felt the change in me - the first in eighty-seven years. I knew now what Carlisle had meant, that I should not take it lightly. I would irrevocably not be the same. Although I thought it was positive - it was still scary.

When I saw her calculating look earlier and thought of Emmett, I almost had the impression she was about to get Charlie's handcuffs and handcuff me to the bed - that would almost be believable for her. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, then I wouldn't be able to grab her too tightly with my hands. Unfortunately, there were probably no vampire-power resistant ...

God, what a pathetic man I was! Her dental sharpness test had shown me that I was stronger than I had thought possible. I had managed, on top of the extremely erotic experience of her fingers on and in my mouth, to resist the exploding sensory rush of her incomparable blood on my tongue and channel the ravenous hunger into another desire ... Which had not helped my state of arousal. Still, I had been prepared. I had practically expected it and had armed myself - unlike Bella. Her boundless confidence and recklessness would drive me out of my mind. I had definitely registered the sudden adrenaline in her system ... and a moment later she practically threw herself at me again. This woman was unbelievable.

It was absurd. For decades, every second had seemed endless to me, and now the minutes and hours were slipping between my fingers. Time was pressing ...

There were only a good two weeks left until I was supposed to keep my promise. But how? If just the sight or feel of her perfect warm soft breasts upset me so much. Just the thought of it set off a wildfire in me. My hands were tingling. Her hard buds had practically burned into my skin ... Every detail of her perfect curves had been immortalized in me. - Stop, don't think any further.

I had noticed her renewed disappointment ... And I was so sorry. I would so love to give her what she wanted. I could give her anything, anything ... Practically even get the stars from the sky ... Why did the only thing she really wanted from me have to be so difficult?!

Difficult ... Emmett would have a huge laugh. Me - the jack of all trades, the know-it-all. Excuses were running out - I was beginning to feel incompetent and cowardly. To tear my hair out. If I continued to maltreat them like this, I would have pulled them all out by the time of the wedding - it was good that they grew again - bald at the altar didn't quite fit my imagination.

A good two weeks and I would be her husband - and it would no longer be just a promise, but theoretically my duty to consummate this union. God, I really had to pick up the pace. Traditional dream wedding without a wedding night? I couldn't even sell that to myself. Somehow I had to come up with something to get my arousal under control. Some turn-off thought ... After all, it wasn't like all teenage males spent their entire adolescence walking around with permanent boners - with a few exceptions.

A mantra ... Which I just had to pull out of the drawer on the appropriate occasion. Something repulsive, gross, disgusting ...? Emmett and Rose having sex? Mmm...? No, too risky. That could backfire in the heat of the moment ... sperm sample! Definitely a turn-off ... But I wonder if my great enemy wouldn't stab me in the back in case of emergency? Human food? The Tiramisú had smelled really disgusting ... But the connection to Bella, to Bella's red, full ... mmm ... soft, warm, tempting lips ... Stop!

And just at that moment the door opened, and Bella came in.

Just wrapped in a large towel that reached above her knees. Great - wrong timing. Immediately I was surrounded by her seductive scent, intensified, warm and moist, by showering.

I put my arm over my eyes again and suppressed a groan.

"You're still here," she noted.

"Should I have gone?", I asked, surprised.

"No, of course not! But after all the events today, I almost expected you to have fled," she said as she rummaged in her closet.

Escape. Not a bad thought. Unfortunately, the fleeing instinct was not very strong in vampires. What should a vampire flee from? Hormone-crazed sex-starved women had somehow not been included in the plan ... Wait, hadn't I just a few seconds ago decided to face it and move forward ... At least a tiny little bit ...?

"That wouldn't save me either, would it?" I blinked briefly from my hiding place.

"No. There is no escape. Even if you run to the end of the world. You'll have to be back before the altar at the latest. Because I'm going on the assumption that you won't miss it," she grinned at me challengingly.

"Why do I feel so at your mercy ...?", I mumbled more to myself.

"This one or that one?", she asked, so that I had to look up.

In her right hand she held her normal comfortable pajamas and in the other a very short thin nightgown, which I had never seen on her before - and also did not allow me to imagine it.

I pointed to the right hand.

"We wouldn't want you to catch a cold next to me," I tried to argue sanctimoniously.

"I should have known - as if that's the reason," she teased, stowing the other back in its place and already turning toward the door when she paused and looked at me teasingly.

What came now?

Slowly, her free hand wandered to the end of the towel tucked into her cleavage.

She wouldn't really undress here in front of me, would she? My eyes widened ... instead of just turning away. Damned treacherous body. No, I didn't trust her with that much shamelessness. She just wanted to provoke me, I tried to tell myself.

"You don't want to do a strip right here now, do you?", I asked a little unsure.

"After your strip in the car, you'd definitely have a good one," she said in a shaky voice, confirming my suspicions.

"Can I save that for another time?" I smirked, confident of victory.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it - no more advances tonight," she grumbled and disappeared towards the bathroom.

Oh dear. I should come up with something to make it up to her. And I already had a little idea.

When she crawled into bed with me under the covers, she was still grumpy and didn't immediately snuggle into my arm like she usually did.

I turned on my side to look at her.

She looked back with a raised eyebrow.

"Ready for a little experiment?", I tried.

"With you, always!"

Her joyful surprise could not be ignored.

"Okay."

I turned over her and propped myself up with my elbows at my sides. Her eyes sparkled at me, and I couldn't help smiling as I slowly leaned down to her.

"Just keep your tongue in check!", I whispered into her mouth, before I touched her gossamer lips with mine.

They quivered and a whiff of their minty strawberry aroma flowed towards me and clouded my senses.

I had to concentrate and get used to it.

Carefully I stroked the tip of my nose over hers, then traced the contours of her mouth and absorbed her scent.

Her hands slid to my nape, and she came towards me eagerly.

I released her fingers from my hair without letting go of her and intertwined them with mine above her head.

I had to at least keep my escape route free.

Then, bit by bit, I increased the pressure of my mouth as much as I knew it wouldn't hurt her and nibbled on her lower lip.

A soft sigh escaped her throat, and her tongue came out to meet me.

I broke away from her slightly and cleared my throat reminiscently.

Her incisors were briefly visible, pressing into her soft flesh, and she nodded. I then approached her again and let the tip of my tongue gently glide from one corner of her mouth to the other, tasting her unique flavor.

I shivered under the intense sensory impression, and she under my touch.

Carefully I caressed her full lips until she opened them and hesitantly invited me in.

I accepted and let myself in for a completely new, intoxicating and exciting game of our tongues. Her warm moist oral cavity welcomed me, and I explored it unabashedly. The blissful high ensnared me, sent waves of electrifying passion into my loins and drove me greedily on.

Only a synchronous uninhibited moan into our mouths drew my attention to our bodies pressing against each other and I detached myself from her lips with a not too quiet smack, gasping for air.

I let myself fall on my back and struggled with her for breath, which I didn't need at all ...


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