"Okay, before we start this, I think we need to talk," Bella said in between kisses. My lips wouldn't stop meeting hers. I couldn't stop myself. Ever since we left the party, I couldn't take my hands off of her. The amount of time that had passed between the morning and this moment seemed indefinite. And I needed her again.
"Edward," she moaned. "Edward...Hey." She lightly pushed me back. "I need to talk to you about this."
Uncertain as to how to interpret her tone, I took a step back and rubbed my hand with my face. She giggled nervously.
"Sorry, I'm sounding clingy or something aren't I?"
She looked a little anxious, which confused me because I didn't think she sounded clingy at all. In fact, I had no idea how to interpret anything she said. She was an anomaly.
A very attractive anomaly.
I shook my head no.
"I just want you to know that I don't expect, like, a relationship from you. We can have fun." A sexy grin spread across her face. "But I don't share well."
She peeked up at me through her long eyelashes. Her dark eyes were expectant. I raised my eyebrow. Her grin faltered.
"Do-I-Edward, for safety reasons, I would prefer if you didn't do this with anyone else."
I smirked at her bluntness. "Yeah, I got that."
She smacked my arm. "I was beginning to think you were dense, you-" I cut her off with my lips. I pulled away and her lips were in a pout. "I get that you're charming and everything, but do not try to shut me up with your lips. I have important things to say."
"Really? It sounded like you were going to insult me." She didn't respond and began to unbutton my pants. My heart started racing as she pulled my pants down. "Bella..."
"Yes?" She was on her knees now looking up at me with an innocent expression on her face.
"Are we really doing this?" She knew what I meant.
"Well, I like sex," she mumbled, springing me free from my pants. She began to slowly stroke me as she continued speaking. "And I really enjoy sex with you, so why not?"
She spoke so casually that it was almost as though she was unaware she was giving me a handjob. It was painfully and deliciously slow. Torturous.
"I-um-Jesus," I hissed as she sped up her pumping, tightening her hold. Up and down. Over and over again. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
What was I trying to say?
"I...don't..." She pumped harder. I gasped. "Share...either."
I was surprised I got that out. She grinned. "Good."
Then she quickly replaced her hand with her mouth, bringing me all the way in, and began working me with her mouth. Hard. Seconds later, I was coming down her throat.
And so it begins...
Quick note: For those of you reading Flash Forward, I haven't forgotten about that story. There will be an update this weekend; I've been delaying the inevitable - the story will be ending soon :(
Until next time.