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Chapter 29
Finger Experiment
Bella
As soon as the blanket and boxer shorts were removed from his body, I had a motionless statue in front of me again and set to work.
Actually, I was already used to his motionlessness, but I still preferred to be able to read at least a small reaction to my efforts. But the only thing I heard from him was a somewhat disconcerting rumble when the sight of his slightly spread legs gave me the idea to explore the skin behind his testicles. The low sound made not only his figure vibrate, but also the entire bed - and me back to my actual request. Maybe I shouldn't stall him unnecessarily long this time and release him as soon as possible - if it would work out as I imagined.
And it did - unexpectedly quickly, I hardly even had time to revel in the aesthetics of his member as I usually do, and to resist the temptation of wanting to feel it against my lips once again ... And to stroke it with my tongue ... And to tease ... I didn't even notice that his orgasm was approaching - he kept a straight face and didn't make a sound. Only when he suddenly poured into my hand, he was shaken by a tremor that gripped his entire body. It was fascinating ... But also a bit scary ... So unreal.
Tensely I looked at his face, searching for any signs - and indeed, after a moment, an incredibly satisfied gentle smile spread across his face. On the sidelines, I registered how the cramped grip on his forearms loosened again.
He is so beautiful, it flashed through my mind once again.
His eyelids lifted slowly, and his gaze immediately intertwined with mine.
So many emotions rushed towards me that I couldn't grasp them all.
His fingers loosened and rested against my cheeks.
"Thanks for talking me into it."
I felt the light tug on my head and his clear intent brought my lips to tingle.
I was about to comply when I realized that I was still holding a certain part of his body tightly.
It wasn't quite as long and thick as before, but still felt just as hard to me.
Heat shot to my face.
Somehow I was suddenly embarrassed by the situation, and I let go somewhat hastily at the exact moment Edward stood up. It tipped to the side, and I once again expected a stony clack that didn't come. The texture of his skin was really a mystery to me.
"That was ... indescribable," he breathed against my mouth.
And I involuntarily asked myself what I had done differently ... Nothing, really ... So it could hardly have been me.
Our lips met ...
Gently pressing on each other ... Gently stroking along ... Nibbling ... And those lips made it increasingly difficult for me to ruminate further. I had the feeling, mine were still slightly swollen from before and thus much more sensitive than usual.
One of his hands drifted downward over my neck, laying stray strands of hair back so he could caress over my shoulder undisturbed.
Slowly but surely, the hand found its way to my bare chest, which made me suddenly aware again that I was sitting here next to the godlike Edward only wearing panties ... And that he had recently said something about pampering and returning the favor.
My heart started to race.
What did he mean by that?
His cool and delicate, but not at all innocent, touch brought my nipple to contract - and him to smirk. The ensuing hot tingling sensation that coursed through my body was not helpful to my sudden excitement.
He loosened a bit to caress my throat and pulled me back onto the pillows with him.
Suddenly he stopped and had a wet wipe at hand to clean my hands - which I also let happen a little embarrassed. But he left me no opportunity to become even more embarrassed and reunited our mouths to a teasing tongue game. His fingers wandered over my back, buttocks and as far as they reached down, kneading, stroking and massaging my body, further stoking the burning heat.
As if by itself, it began to loll on him ... Edward felt incredibly good under me ... The silky surface of his smooth hard chest against mine ... A demanding desire made my abdomen push towards him.
I was about to pick myself up to place myself over his lap when he once again grabbed me by the hips and stopped me. Only then I emerged from my fogged mind and noticed my gasping breath.
"We shouldn't challenge my resistance any further today, Bella. With vampires, it can take quite a while for the excitement to completely subside again," he added, also somewhat out of breath, as I probably looked at him slightly dumbfounded.
Before I could even process his words properly, he laid me on my back and himself at my side.
Fortunately, he resumed his activity, which increasingly concentrated on my lower half. Again and again he stroked almost casually over my covered Venus mound.
Which made me wonder if I should spread my legs ... Or at least put one leg up? ... Or would he tell me when he was ready?
His fingertips continuously traced the hem of the remaining fabric, driving me crazy ... But all of a sudden they became more hesitant and then stayed completely in place.
I opened my closed eyelids and met a glowing gaze.
At that moment, his teeth released the sucked-in lower lip and the tip of his wet tongue - drawing all my attention - ran over it.
"May I ...?", he asked in a rough voice.
What?, asked my brain, which first had to slowly struggle out of its after-work mood into work mode, although it was actually perfectly clear what he wanted. My panties.
"Of course ...", my hasty tongue croaked.
And suddenly my grey cells were ready again ... Or not ... My thoughts raced slalom. Of course?! Indeed ... Did I want that?! Hadn't I wanted this for weeks? ... Somehow I felt not quite sane ... But something in me had jumped into guard mode. He wanted to undress me - completely!
The old insecurity crept up, but it was already too late. He had already gone into action. Had sat up and was already in the process of slowly pulling the waistband down.
His gaze fastened on my ...
Would he read it correctly? Could I back out now? Would he think I was totally stupid? Or would he even be hurt? But I actually wanted to.
I swallowed my misgivings without further ado and lifted my pelvis affirmatively ...
My heart almost stopped for that.
Bella, pull yourself together! Why not now? If he's already ready for it ... Sooner or later I had to go through it anyway.
His eyes did not leave mine ...
Whether he was trying to smile at me in confirmation or whether he was just holding on to it himself, looking for support, was not quite clear to me at that moment.
Finally, he dropped the piece of laundry next to the bed and slid back next to me, also pulling the blanket back over us without breaking eye contact, without having looked at me.
I immediately felt a touch more comfortable not seeing my supernatural friend over my exposed body. I knew it wasn't easy for him either, but that didn't really make it any better for me. My father, just one room away, of course came back to my mind just at that moment ... And I feverishly searched my short-term memory for the sounds I had just given him and especially their volume - but I wasn't sure. He would go crazy if he knew what his engaged daughter was doing here stark naked a week before her wedding. No idea in which world we lived in his imagination.
Gentle caresses and kisses on my face focused my thoughts again.
He had apparently noticed my change of mood after all.
"Are you all right?", he whispered.
I turned to face him on my side, deeply inhaled his very own scent and waited for the calming and at the same time ensnaring effect, which didn't really want to happen. I tried to brush off the trepidation, to talk myself into it, and nodded.
"Mmm ...", I murmured against his chest, hoping it was true.
Slowly he worked his way forward and I did my best to let myself fall back into his loving wooing caresses, to drift and enjoy ... But I sensed his highly focused tension and along with the awareness of what he was up to, I couldn't do it.
When he gently pushed me on my back again and touched my thigh, I followed his silent invitation and willingly opened my legs a little.
Curiously excited and ready to just try it out now. What would it be like? I was full of expectation and followed his every move analyzing and evaluating. And suddenly everything felt different. Oh my God, what was this going to be?
I was confused.
I noticed his observing attentive look on me, could meet him now, however, for nothing in the world. My heart was beating up to my throat that it almost hurt ... Even I could hear that. Of course, not only my senses were on the alert ... And as I became aware of it, I felt as if I were on the testing table or under a giant microscope. Around me, Mr. Hyper-Hearing and Dr. Super-Nose with Professor All-Seeing were watching what Tactile Master was doing to me and what effect it was having on me. Not very conducive to my current state. As his fingers slid between my thighs, I tried desperately to block out all these observers, just not to imagine what he was sensing, but to figure out how it felt to me. It tickled something ...
"Relax, Bella," he whispered in my ear, stroking my furrowed brow and cheeks with his other free hand.
I let the pent-up air escape from my lungs and even managed not to let the internal groaning escape to the outside.
Imagining rolling my eyes, I thought: What do you think I'm trying to do right now?!
So I took another deep breath to consciously loosen my tense limbs.
But as he continued his gentle crawl, my appraisingly mind immediately kicked in again.
It was ... unusual ... But okay. Not quite as ... hmm ... intoxicating, mind-blowing, all-surpassing as I had imagined ... Or was it me? He was, after all, really very gentle and loving ... Nonetheless, I could not escape the imagination of his long beautiful, elegant pianist fingers running through my slippery folds as he permitted himself to advance deeper. The image was somehow so ... incongruous. The feeling, on the other hand, was a lot more intense ... The combination was so strange ... I felt inhibited ... Couldn't accept it because it didn't feel ... right to me? In addition, the gloating memory of my words with which I had suggested to him to examine me. Thought - felt ... That's exactly how it suddenly felt. The only thing missing was that he was squatting between my tightened knees in a white doctor's coat and with a spelunking lamp on his head. I was so one hundred percent sure that he would not miss this opportunity to feel my hymen that I felt as if I were at the gynecologist's - just that he did not unpack a terrible metal tool. I would have loved to slap my hands in front of my face and scream loudly. But both would have been absolutely inappropriate in the situation.
Of all things, he chose this moment to carefully penetrate me.
Reflexively, I folded my legs together and he pulled back in dismay.
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