Wednesday August 4
It
was one of those days that I wished had started differently. I had woken up to
an empty bed, momentarily forgetting that Edward had to be at work for a
meeting at six in the morning. Apparently there was a webinar teleconference
being hosted by the British Association for Musical Therapy and his hospital
was invited to stream in. The conference was two days long so I would be waking
up alone tomorrow as well. It would be a great webinar and it said a lot that
his boss asked him to be present. But waking up without his arms around me, his
breath on my skin, or a gentle kiss on my temple put me in a funk.
We
had been dating for just shy of a month and yet, we had barely spent a night
apart. I loved Edward, and had never slept better than when I was wrapped in
his arms, but it was a bit concerning how much my life was now entwined with
his. I hadn’t had a single nightmare since we started sharing a bed. Not that I
was complaining, but it brought to light my concerns from the day before. If my
days and nights were surrounded by Edward, why was I worried about telling him
about the books, vitamins, and teas that I ordered online? Why was I afraid to
tell him that I didn’t want to see Dr. James again?
If I
let him into my bed every night, I should be able to let him into my mind. I
shouldn’t be worried about what he would think of me. Edward loved me and made
that known every day.
Luckily,
things got better as the day progressed. The rest of the students presented
their work and the class ended early. I sent the kids home while I stayed and
marked today’s presentations. I wanted to get everything done before I got home.
Tomorrow would be our last day of school and I had a surprise planned for the
kids.
I
drove home going over everything that I needed to get ready for tomorrow’s
surprise. I needed to stop by a couple stores and pick up a few things. I made
three stops on my way home, luckily picking up everything I needed.
It
was almost three in the afternoon by the time I made it home. Edward’s car sat
in the driveway and my joy from the presentations and their impending surprise
grew, knowing that my love was inside waiting for me.
“Edward,”
I called as I stumbled in the front door. My hands were full of bags and I
dropped them in the living room. “Edward?”
The
house remained silent as I went searching for him. He wasn’t in the living
room, kitchen or backyard. I went upstairs and found him curled up in my bed. A
small smile tugged on my lips as I took in the sight before me.
He
had to be up before the sun this morning, and clearly he needed his rest. His
hair was flopped over his forehead, his lips slightly parted and pouty, and his
arms clutched my pillow. I quietly walked to my bed, pulled the comforter back
and slid in under the covers. I slowly
tried to pull the pillow out from Edward’s embrace but he clung to it tightly.
His nose buried itself in the pillow, inhaling deeply as he softly moaned, “don’t
go,” and pulled the pillow tighter into his arms.
A
small chuckle left my lips as I swept a piece of hair out of his eyes.
“I’m
right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” I tugged on the pillow once more as
I placed a soft kiss on his forehead. I laid myself in front of him and gently
rubbed my hand up and down his arm.
“Bella,”
he moaned as his hold on the pillow loosened and he reached for me.
I
moved the pillow out of the way and nuzzled into his chest. His arms
automatically wrapped around me, pulling me tight against him. He let a deep
sigh escape his lips before he settled himself deeper into the bed and the soft
snores began.
oooOOOooo
My
body stretched as I slowly woke up. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep but being
held in his arms, surrounded by his scent, I couldn’t help but relax into his
body and simply melt into him. But now that I was beginning to wake, I realized
that it was Edward that woke me up.
My
head was resting on his chest while his arms held me tight. He was still
asleep, but his dream must be have been very exciting. His body was slowly
moving under me. His chest, raising and falling as though he was winded. His
hips, gently rolling and grinding into my hip, where he had thrown his leg
during out nap. On top of that, he was fisting my shirt in his hands as though
about to rip it from my body. But what had woken me was the moan that was
vibrating in his chest and just whispering through his lips.
“Mmmmm,
Bell…”
I
leaned up beside him, leaving my right leg between his, since he seemed to need
the friction, and looked down at his sleeping face. His mouth was slightly open
and his eyebrows were scrunched together. Another soft moan crept through his
lips as his hips lifted off the bed.
Clearly,
Edward was having a VERY exciting dream. I propped myself up on my left elbow
and decided I might as well give him a hand since I was now up.
I
slowly ran my hand down his bare chest, reveling in the warmth and smoothness
of his skin. My fingers ghosted over his flesh, pushing the blanket down as my
hand ventured lower. Small whimpers
escaped his mouth and my fingers slid down his stomach to the edge of his
boxers.
I
felt safe being able to touch him like this. I was still learning how to let go
and accept the pleasure that he gave me. With him asleep, I found confidence in
myself and was able to explore him as I desired. And with that confidence, a
realization and curiosity struck. Edward
wanted to taste me the other night. I wonder what he tastes like?
With
a deep breath, I slid my right hand under the elastic of his boxer briefs and
slowly reached my hand inside. My fingers were barely under the elastic when
they came in contact with the tip of him. With the blankets pushed down past his
waist, I could see just how hard he really was.
My
hand skimmed over his length before I carefully wrapped my fingers around him
and started to gently rub him. He immediately twitched in my grasp as his body
shifted beside me and a louder moan rumbled in his chest.
His
body turned onto its side towards me and he wrapped his arm around me waist,
pulling me tight into his chest. I was still propped up on my elbow but scooted
down his body so that I could reach farther down his shaft. As my hand moved back
up, my thumb rubbed the very tip, noticing that there was just a slight bead of
moisture there. As I spread the moisture around his head, his body arched and
stretched, and his hips shifted into my hand, causing it to slide down his
shaft again, and his lips latched themselves to my left shoulder. I tightened
my grip the slighted bit and continued to pump him.
“Bella.”
My
gaze shifted from his responsive body and looked up to see his eyes just barely
open, glowing green, peering up at me through tired lids.
“God,
that feels so good,” he whispered, as his left hand slid down my waist, hip and
thigh to skim over the edge of my skirt. His fingers tickled my skin as his
hand moved under my skirt and ghosted back up my right side, lifting my skirt
up to my hip in the process.
The
feeling of him gently twitching as my hand continued to massage him, plus the
tantalizing buzz of his fingers tickling my thigh and hip, had me dropping
myself from my elbow to lay back down on the bed, my body pressed into his.
Both our hands continued to move at a quickening pace as our foreheads rested
together and our bodies trapped our moving hands between us.
Edward’s
touch was making me lose focus. His fingers slid up and down my thigh - up the
inside, down the outside - until he was trailing his finger over the seam of my
panties. My grip on him involuntarily tightened, earning another moan from his
glorious mouth. My hand stopped its massage, focusing on the tip, spreading the
continual bead of moisture around the ridge as Edward’s gently swept his finger
over my sex. He lightly pushed his middle finger under the seam and across my
dampened lips.
“Love,
you’re so wet,” he moaned, as he started circling my clit.
A
gust of breath left my lips as his fingers gently started to work me over. I
was unable to continue to focus on him when his fingers on me were so
distracting.
I
slowly pulled my hand away from him and out of his boxers. His fingers stopped
their ministrations on me as I leaned my body into his, effectively rolling him
onto his back.
“Edward,”
I whispered against his lips as they touched for the first time today. “I want
to try something.”
His
eyes opened fully, his desire and passion shining brightly in them. I took a
deep breath and started to kiss down his body. My lips and tongue played with
his skin, fluttering over his chest, his abdomen and his stomach until my
tongue ran along the seam of his boxer briefs.
I sat
up on my heels and slowly lifted the elastic band off his hips, over his
impressive length, and with the help of him lifting his hips, down his legs. I
tenderly took him in my hand again, moving up and down on his length as I
placed another kiss on his stomach.
“Bella?”
Edward’s voice was strained and breathy. I looked up at him as I placed another
kiss on his lower stomach, slowly moving down his spattering of hair. “You
don’t have to…” His words cut off as I placed a timid kiss on the bottom of his
shaft.
I was
scared about taking Edward in my mouth, but it was something I wanted to try.
Even before he had tried to taste me the other night, it had been on my mind. I
knew that I wouldn’t be good at it my first time, and I knew I would gag a
couple times, but I wanted to push myself and try.
With
my eyes moving back to the job at hand, I started peppering kissed up his
length, finally reaching the tip. I tentatively kissed the very tip, and shyly
licked his moistened head. The groan that reverberated out of his throat added
to my minimal confidence.
I
kissed the tip again, opening my mouth a little more, allowing my lips to
engulf his head. Slowly, I opened my mouth more, taking more of him in. I was
surprised at how comfortable I was. I always thought that he would taste bad,
or that I would somehow screw it up. But according to the noises coming from
him, I was doing just fine.
I
shifted so that I was kneeling on the bed at Edward’s waist as I continued to
slowly bob up and down on him. Every so often I would push him in deeper,
wanting to take more of him in, but I would gag and have to move back up.
Edward’s
hips would sporadically lift off the bed when I would remove him from my mouth
and lick the rim and slit of his head and suck the tip in-between my lips. The
noises that continued to spout from his parted lips made me smirk until I felt
his hand move up my left thigh and under my panties. His hand returned to its
previous duty as his fingers ghosted over my mound and pushed through my lips
to my clit. A loud moan spilled from my lips as he pushed one finger in to my
center. My moan reverberated around him as my mouth moved deeper down on
him.
I
tried with all my might to hold off of my rapidly building orgasm until I could
get Edward off, but when he slid two fingers into my center, I dropped to my
stomach and started to feel the first quakes deep inside. I started to quiver
against his fingers and quickly removed him from my mouth. As he continued to
slide his fingers in and out of me, I buried my face in his thigh, trying to
hold off the building tremors that started to make my legs shake. My hand tried
to take over for my mouth as Edward’s shaft stood hard and twitching against
his stomach, but once he pressed his thumb to my clit, my orgasm shook through
my body and I was unable to do anything but clench his fingers and hold onto
his thigh for support.
Once
the shaking stopped and his fingers slowly slid out of me, I turned my head to
look at his beautiful face. His chest was heaving as quiet pants left his lips.
His eyes were half closed, his lids slightly covering his glowing eyes. I
whisper the words “I love you” to him as I slowly took him back in my mouth. I
could taste the pre-cum and felt him twitch against my lips and tongue as soon
as I lowered my lips over his tip.
He
reached down and ran his thumb over my jaw. “Bella, you have to stop. I can’t
hold on much longer,” he panted as he continued to rub my jaw.
I
removed my lips from around him and continued rubbing him with my hand. I
didn’t know what I’d do if he came in my mouth and things had gone so well so far
that I didn’t want to ruin our afternoon by choking on his semen.
His
head rolled back as his breathing sped up. I was still kneeling beside him at
his waist and Edward’s right hand clamped onto my calf. With a completely
silent breathe, his body began to shake and then stiffened. All of a sudden,
warmth was spurting out of him and landing on his abdomen and my hand, which
was still softly stroking him.
I
stared at his body below me and I removed my hand from his no longer twitching
shaft. I sat back on my calves, his hand moving to brush away the hair that had
fallen in his face. I was in complete awe at how much he had cum. My hand was
warm and sticky. There was a bit of cum on my index finger and I immediately
had the urge to lick it, once again, wondering what he tasted like.
I
look a quick peek up at Edward and noticed his eyes were closed and his breathe
was slowly coming down. Hesitantly, I brought my hand up to my mouth and
cautiously stuck my tongue out to taste the liquid on my index finger. My
tongue had just touched the tiniest drop when I registered that it wasn’t the
best taste in the word, kind of salty, but not horrible. I had always imagined
it would have tasted much, much worse.
Slowly
lowering my hand to the bed, I looked up and noticed that he was watching me
and holding out my bright blue box of Kleenex. An immediate blush scorched
through my body at being caught tasting him. What if he thought I was gross for wanting to taste him? My head
immediately lowered to stare at the mess on his stomach. A mess that I,
triumphantly caused, but a mess I felt embarrassed about.
I
could feel him push himself up to sit on the bed.
“Bella,”
he started, as his right hand cupped the back of my neck and started to gently
massage my muscles. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. That
was…amazing. You were amazing.”
He
removed his hand from around my neck, picked up my messy hand, and started to
wipe it clean with the tissues.
“Please
don’t be embarrassed about wanting to find out what it tastes like either,” he
continued as he started to clean himself off. “I wanted to know what you tasted
like too, remember?”
I
still couldn’t meet his eyes as he dropped my now somewhat cleaned off hand.
His hand pressed under my chin to lift my head to look at him. His eyes were
glowing, the green swirling and moving. He began to lean in to kiss me, but I
immediately pulled back.
“No,
Edward, don’t. I have…your…taste…in my mouth,” I stated, my voice getting shyer
as I went on.
His
hand went from under my chin to capture the back of my head. “I don’t care.”
The words were barely out of his lip when he pressed his mouth against mine.
His tongue swept over my lips and into my mouth. I was slightly disturbed that
he tasted himself on my tongue, but the mix of his taste, the feel of his
tongue and the smell of pure, raw Edward squashed those worries.
“I
love you so much,” he whispered against my lips before he leisurely pulled
away.
We
both got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He stripped me of my pink skirt
and white tank top, taking his time unwrapping me before his lips were on mine
again and he was backing me into the shower.
There
was a look of awe in his eyes for the remainder of the night. And although we
didn’t make love, he never severed contact with me all night. His hand was
floating up and down my back while we made dinner, ran up and down my thigh at
the table and he held me closer and tighter to him as he slept than he ever had
before.
