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Chapter 27
Unleashed Passion
Bella
I closed my eyes again and tried to surrender to the intoxicating feeling ... But I didn't really succeed. And I doubted that I would be able to do it so soon. Somehow ... I didn't know either. I didn't feel clean or presentable ... just not comfortable in my body - needed what little privacy I had left to get ready. Then I could let myself go again without hesitation. And yet ... could I just reject him like that ...? That didn't feel right either. I had waited so long for him to get around to it, and now ...? It didn't help - I couldn't. Strange how the roles were suddenly reversed, and I could suddenly in a certain way empathize with how he must have often felt.
I sighed, turned to face him, and took his questioning face in my hands, pulling it down to me.
"I'm sorry, Edward," I murmured just before his lips and placed a gentle kiss on them. "Give me half an hour and I'll be ready for anything."
Obeying my gentle squeeze, he allowed himself to be directed backwards to the door and I felt his mouth twitch at mine - unable to decide if he should be amused or disappointed.
My fingers slowly slid down his neck to his chest and a little melancholy came over me as I imagined how this body would feel under the warm water and with shower gel.
"Let's put off showering together ... um ... until tomorrow, okay?"
My mood seemed to resonate clearly enough for him in my words, as his humor won out and he began to vibrate under my touch.
His eyes flashed as he answered me, "You got it! But don't take too long, beautiful. I'll wait for you."
The kiss that followed was so teasing, his tongue so enticing, that I couldn't help but press up against him and claw my hands into his hair.
Instantly, this swelling desire flared up between my thighs as if a switch had been flipped. How could it be so immediate? Would it always remain like this?
Panting, I detached myself from him and could hardly wait to finish here.
Twenty minutes later, clean, freshly shaved and rubbed dry, I stepped into a new satin nightgown - courtesy of Alice - that felt unaccustomedly cool and smooth against my skin ...
And just reached to half my thigh. Maybe I should make the spaghetti straps a little longer? But then the neckline would ...
"Bella?", Charlie's voice snapped me out of my deep thought processes, which I guess was better left to Edward. "Are you going to be much longer?"
"No, C ... Dad! Be done in a minute!", I shouted in a hurry and scampered into my panties as quickly as possible.
And just stay down there until I'm out of here!
In this outfit, I couldn't run into him without provoking suspicious cross-examination, and suddenly I was glad that I was alone in here ...
I can't imagine in which situation he would have interrupted us otherwise. We should really choose a safe time or place for this action.
In no time at all, I grabbed my things, unlocked the door, and carefully peeked through the crack in the door to see if the coast was clear.
When I had made sure, I tiptoed across the hall to my room and informed him: "Bathroom is free! Good night!"
I heard him mumbling something else, which was probably meant to mean something like, "You too," as I disappeared into my room.
Edward
When Bella frantically fled into the room and locked it behind her, I couldn't take my eyes off her.
I had been right. A satin negligee nestled shimmeringly against her body and tinglingly electrified mine. She looked just indescribably enchanting - and insanely sexy.
But she didn't dignify me with a glance and groped - insecurity personified - to the chair where she put down her things.
I urgently needed to do something for her self-confidence ... Even without being able to read her mind, I knew she was close to regretting her choice of clothes.
At that moment, I heard a mewling distorted "Eeedwaaard!" from my belly, where I had put my cell phone.
Oh no! Alice. I had successfully blanked her out.
After swallowing my disappointment earlier, I turned my phone back on to use the time to ask Gustavo about the status of preparations on Isle Esmé. And also to distract myself, admittedly. No sooner had I hung up with satisfaction than not even a second passed before my dear sister demanded my attention.
"Edward, how can you let this happen?! Stop her!", she squeaked excitedly into my ear.
"Alice, calm down! What's going on?"
"Go to Bella and stop her from shaving. Quickly!", she urged me.
"I certainly will not ..."
"Oh God, please Edward ... Otherwise, waxing for the wedding won't work!"
I groaned.
"There's no drama in that ...!"
"You bet!" she interrupted me. "You don't understand ... I wanted everything to be perfect ... And now THIS!"
I rolled my eyes.
What was everyone's problem with these strands of keratin today?!
"Edward, pleeeease ... I do love you ... and I'm doing this for you too ... I'm begging you!"
I laughed out loud.
"What a declaration of love in that context. Listen - favorite sister! Bella is feeling so unattractive right now, and I'm certainly not going to stop her from restoring her well-being!"
She sighed and whined for a while longer, saying that I had already managed to convince her and that she wanted to have another word with her when she came - and here she was.
"Um ... Bella ..."
I struggled not to let my eyes drift away as she turned to me and looked at me questioningly.
Finally, as so often, I got stuck on her maltreated lower lip.
"For you - Alice's turn."
I sat up and knelt at the foot of the bed to hand her the device.
With a furrowed brow she took the step towards me, took it and answered.
"Alice? ..."
That was as far as she got.
"Bella, how could you do this to me?! You can't just make an essential decision like that without including your wedding planner! Why was your place busy and why is your own phone off!", she complained, but I only noticed this in passing.
I could no longer keep my fingers to myself and pulled my stunningly seductive fiancée onto my lap, which she distracted allowed to happen.
The cool soft fabric over her warm fragrant skin felt incredibly sensual - my hands slid over her sides and belly as if by themselves. I let my nose glide over her naked shoulder, placed small kisses on her nape and would have loved to immediately push away the disturbing strap ...
Bella, by certain pressure of her hand, told me to stop with the crawling movements, but this did not stop my imagination from going on a journey.
A gentle tap on the back of my hand and a clearing of my throat made me sit up and take notice.
My phone danced back and forth in front of my field of vision.
"Your sister!"
"Um ... yes?"
"Brother dear, it pleases me immensely that you like my choice of her night wardrobe so well ... I would be grateful to you only if you do not make plans just when I am fully concentrated on your future one! And keep it real ... Have a good ... er ... successful night!"
"Wait, Alice ... I'm sorry. But shouldn't you be used to that with to two other couples in the same house after all these years? ... And what you opined?"
"Honestly? Mom and Dad got into the habit very quickly of giving me a considerate heads up. Emmett acts spontaneously ninety-nine percent of the time, and Rose ... Well, actually, you should know better than me! Besides, with them, I don't feel like I have to keep an eye on them! I understand your situation and that a certain amount of planning is necessary. But Edward, you can also overdo it ... Oh man ... You guys are incorrigible!"
Bella, meanwhile, had turned on top of me and, with a sardonic grin, had set about working on my neck and earlobe first. And now her fingertips were just about to paint gentle circles on the inside of my thigh, so that I could just suppress a soft moan.
Okay ... Approaches while on a phone call were nerve-wracking, distracting and ... Kind of hot too.
"Can you tell me how I'm supposed to comply with Bella's request and stay out of your sex life!"
I took her hand in mine and tried to indicate with glances that I understood and moved back a little on the bed.
"You could ...", I continued.
But then a completely different idea came to me, how I could get on with my variant thoughts concerning the wedding night. And even before I voiced it, she answered me. That was the pleasant thing about the conversation with Alice - we didn't always have to formulate everything literally. As soon as I visualized something realistically, she knew exactly what it was about - and exactly that would make this a lot less awkward.
"If you think I can be of help to you in any way, I'm happy to do that - but not now. I mean ... um ... you're attractive and all, but still my brother and ... Sorry, I'll bow out now. Have a great time!"
My eyes darted to Bella, who was just playing with the tip of her tongue on her upper lip and hungrily appraising me, so that my pants abruptly became too tight.
What would I now give for her thoughts. How did she manage to drive me so crazy with such harmless gestures?
"Thank you! Bye ...", I said goodbye, turned off the device and let it slide to the floor next to the bed without turning away from her.
With a low growl, I pounced on her and playfully bit her neck - not with my teeth, of course - which caused her to squeal a little, which in turn caused Charlie in the bathroom to worry. But he dismissed it quite quickly with a usual loss of balance from Bella.
Bella
Wow ... I had never seen Edward so passionate and unreserved before.
He had probably felt a bit stalled after all. His hands were everywhere - well, almost everywhere - not tender or careful, but demanding, searching, with just enough pressure that I almost burst into flames. He fell over me almost stormily. Kissed me, sucked on my neck, that I could have feared to get a hickey from it, if I had been capable of worrying. His fingers found their way under the thin fabric as quickly as they ever had. Sometimes he was on top of me, then I was on top again. I barely caught how he kept changing our position to get to every part of me, like I was just taking what I could reach without thinking. I wanted to feel as much as possible of him at once and had rarely felt so desired.
Until we sat panting in front of each other again and he was suddenly topless within the blink of an eye, holding the hem of my robe questioningly in his hands.
"May I?"
I could only nod as I shakily let the air flow from my lungs and raised my arms.
The silky shirt flattered my skin and together with his cool breath made me shiver pleasantly. My nipples tightened noticeably, straightened and showed all too clearly what they craved.
Under his pitch-black greedy gaze, which flashed admiringly as he slid over my quivering body, the heat poured not only into my cheeks, but also between my legs. Before, I had not even noticed how aroused I was and how wet my panties were again.
I was about to press my legs together in shame - I knew only too well how intensely he could smell it - when he pulled me tenderly against him.
We both moaned with closed lips in delight.
His bare skin against mine was just indescribable - the smooth velvety coolness - a hundred times better than the satin.
Our fingers caressed each other with pleasure, mine found their way into his hair and he gently embraced my face to approach me.
With closed eyes and trembling, slightly open mouth, I waited for his longed-for touch.
"You are so beautiful, Bella! I love you so much!", his delicious breath flowed over my heated skin, before he gossamer stroked my lips and made me melt inside.
We let our tongues enmesh each other, dance and play together, while our bodies gently and rhythmically rubbed against each other.
His hands slid down over my neck, cleavage, past my breasts ... But only to then embrace them from below and just save me from a frustrated groan. Infinitely gentle, his thumbs stroked over my sensitive bulges, to my impatient tips. Let me burn from an irrepressible desire for more sheer and abruptly demanded all my attention that I broke away from him gasping for air.
One hand wandered between my shoulder blades to ease me backwards in the pillows, supporting me, while his mouth used the freedom it had gained to follow the path of his fingers.
My heart raced and I wavered between simply surrendering to the intoxicating sensory impressions or consciously watching him in fascination as he nestled his velvety cheeks against me, wooing my bosom with his nose as if he were paying homage to me.
But soon his attentions became more urgent and passionate again, seemed to finally meet my innermost desires, and yet I could not let myself fall. Because suddenly I had the feeling that I had to take responsibility. To have to watch out that nothing went wrong ... or something. The way every girl probably felt who didn't take the pill and wondered: 'Would he remember to put the condom on in time this time by himself?!' He was so different today, seemed mentally not really present, somehow ... Yes, more animalistic - with a specific goal in mind. As if some instinct was driving him, like hunting. And I was - hopefully - the one who could bring him back to his senses when he threatened to lose control completely. Should I approach him? Well, so far he hadn't really hurt me, though his touches were clearly firmer than ever and could have been unpleasant in a different state.
He rolled us to the side again, pulled my leg, which automatically wrapped around him, higher and pressed me tighter against him.
His hard arousal was all too perceptible.
Undeterred, his hand explored my thigh massaging, drifting higher along the cuff, finally slipping a bit underneath and kneading my buttock.
It was an incredible perception.
The movement was felt in all the swollen pulsating but untouched places in my center. Even deep inside me something was addressed and triggered an even greater unexpected longing to want to feel him there. How much I wanted to surrender to those sensations. But the hopeful inkling that I was his chosen prey put me under expectant tension, driving the breath gasping from my lungs before I stopped him. Would he really finally touch me down there, where I longed for it most? Sure enough, his maneuvers became quieter again, more careful, more exploratory. They shifted again outside my panties - but his fingers pushed further and further along his contour, deeper and deeper between my legs, painting delicate circles on the so sensitive skin at the upper edge of my thigh. Now just don't think about it any further, I prayed tensed to the breaking point. Would he dare? Over it or under it?
And then he stroked completely over my throbbing intimate area once ...
My heart skipped a few beats. I lay completely still ...
He stroked back, only to stop, of all places, where the fabric must be absolutely soaked through. I was completely occupied with absorbing this completely foreign, somewhat strange and yet delightfully tingling feeling, processing it and coordinating my breathing at the same time, so that I noticed too late how Edward had also frozen.
I shivered.
Where did the breath of air come from? Had his hand been gone for a while?
The moment I looked up at him, his body shook under a suppressed growl that came deep from his chest.
At the edge of my field of vision, I thought I could dimly see his arm disappearing.
I blinked at him in disbelief. My mind was racing.
Had he just smelled his fingers?
His eyes were closed, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration, and his otherwise full lips pressed tightly together.
Were those his teeth grinding?
"Bells? Are you all right?"
Of all the moments, Charlie chose that moment to knock dully on my door.
"Mmm ...", I grumbled, with a wary look at Edward's contorted face.
I had no idea what was going on right now!
Hectically, I tried to calm my racing pulse and breathing.
"I'm almost asleep."
"Okay ... Just thought I heard a scream earlier ... Just wanted to make sure ..." he grumbled as he walked away.
My attention flitted to Edward's arms folded above his head - or rather to his fingers digging into what I considered his hard and unyielding flesh. I almost expected to hear a stony crack and crumble.
What was wrong with him all of a sudden?
When I heard my father's bedroom door slam into the lock, I dared to speak again.
"Edward ...?", I whispered cautiously. "What's wrong?"
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