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Bella's Fanfiction
Chapter Four: Bella Gets Her Chance‽
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Bella threw herself back onto her bed and stretched, moaning softly when her back cracked. ‘I’m so done with this test,’ She thought to herself as she reached over to close the marble notebook and throw it onto the bedside table. She wanted to do well, but her thoughts kept moving back to what she and Edward had done that afternoon. She’d been replaying it in her head over and over again. How it had felt for Edward to be on top of her, how he looked and sounded when he came. But then she would remember the reason for it happening, and her mood would dampen again.
She heaved a fluttering sigh and glowered up at the ceiling. She was such a mess. She wanted him but knew that he struggled with that type of intimacy, despite claiming otherwise. She couldn’t just continue to force herself onto him. ‘He came onto you yesterday,’ the voice inside her head reminded her. ‘Yeah, because of Jasper,’ would be her angered response. ‘He said he would try’, it would counter. ‘Because he doesn’t want me to feel weird’.
“Bella.” Edward’s voice rang out through the stillness of the night, jolting her from her thoughts.
Her heart thudded in her chest as she turned to face him where he stood by the window. “Y-yeah?”
“Emmett talked to me,” he said softly as he moved to sit on the edge of her bed.
Bella scoffed, “Emmett doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.”
“No,” Edward admitted with a wry smile. “But he was right to tell me. I never want you to feel that way.”
“Angry at Jasper?” Bella asked, eyebrows raised. “Because I think that is a huge thing to ask.”
He chuckled, “No, I’d never ask something so difficult of you.” A smile graced his face as he shook his head. “Jasper only enhanced feelings that were already there, he lowered her… our impulses to act on what we were already feeling. That is all. I promise.”
Bella puffed out a breath and reached up to pull on his shirt sleeve. “Can you lay with me?”
Edward toed off his shoes and climbed over her, settling on her other side. She turned and allowed him to pull her to him, his hand gliding over her stomach. She leaned back into him, sighing as his hand ran over her hip, stopping just at the hem of her nightshirt.
Bella placed her hand over his and moved his hand until it lay against the waistband of her panties. She moved her hips, pressing her mound into the palm of his hand, and shivered as his long fingers brushed against her clit through her underwear. “Edward.”
Her eyes fell shut as his fingers rubbed slow circles around her clit. Edward slid a hand beneath her and pressed a hand to her breast, his fingers brushing against her raised nipple through the fabric of her shirt. He swirled a finger around, lightly scratching against the nipple with his fingernail as his touch on her clit gradually shifted from featherlight to firm. A moan followed a sigh, and she snuggled back against him, her ass pressing into the hollow of his hips. His knees tucked into hers, body folding further into her.
The wet coolness of his lips found a tender spot on her throat, working it with light kisses. Thighs quivering, she whimpered as a miniature orgasm fluttered through her. Breathing raggedly, she tilted her head, vaguely aware of his hair brushing her chin. He continued to circle her clit for a moment more, and just as she was about to beg him to put a finger in her, he slipped his hand into her panties and further between her legs.
He carefully slipped his middle finger inside her first, slowly rubbing her inner walls. At the same time, the base of his thumb replaced his fingers at her clit, nudging it with each movement of his wrist.
Edward took her nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and pinched it, twisting and pulling on the nub in time with his finger thrusting inside her.
Bella’s mouth fell open and she twitched, hyper-focused on that finger sinking deeper inside her, pressing against her walls in places that sent a surge of pleasure to her clit. He sucked on her throat, nursing the base of it, fingering her more firmly.
“M-more,” she couldn’t help but pant, back arching.
“In what way?” he murmured, voice low and husky.
A frustrated sound left her, and she rolled her hips, forcing his finger deeper. “You can use another finger,” she finally said.
In response, he hummed affirmatively, and then another finger sank inside her to join the first. Slowly, he began to move his hand again, continuing to press against those same spots inside her that made her feel hot all over, that made her break into a sweat. Moaning, she rocked against his hand harder, that ache increasing. God, she wanted him so badly.
His lips found her jaw before he leaned over her shoulder to capture her mouth in a deep kiss. His hand left her breast to tangle into her hair, his nails scraping gently against her scalp, sending spine-tingling sensations through her body until her body turned to jelly.
His fingers moved inside her with ease, making her realize just how wet she was. It wasn’t surprising with how he was drawing delicious waves of pleasure through her, with how his mouth was on her, capturing her moans and hums. She panted against his cheek, whimpers growing more desperate, thrusting against his hand.
His fingers are so long, she thought, heart hammering in her chest. She bucked against him, the tension building, the pleasure shooting up and down her legs. The way he kissed her only enhanced the sensations, his lips soft and damp and warm, eliciting shivers down her spine. His hand moved back down to cup her own breast, squeezing it, causing the sounds she made to grow in volume.
He broke the kiss with a smacking sound and she sucked in a greedy breath, followed by a desperate cry. Vaguely, she was aware that he’d grown hard, but he hadn’t moved his hips in the slightest. Doubt began to fill her mind, but it flew from her mind as that sensation tightened like a wind-up toy in her midst. Cries fell from her lips, and she half gasped, half-whispered his name five times in a row, back arching. It snapped inside her and she moaned noisily, the relief flooding her veins with each satisfying throb. She impaled herself on his fingers with erratic thrusts until the moment passed, and then she flopped to the bed, panting, trying to catch her breath.
Carefully, he withdrew his fingers and embraced her around the waist, gentle at first before giving her a tighter squeeze. “That was amazing,” she murmured, turning around in his arms and looking up at him through her eyelashes. Despite not needing to breathe, if she listened closely, she could hear him attempting to stifle ragged breaths. His eyes were screwed shut, and he seemed to be concentrating hard on something. It was then that it clicked. He does want me.
“You will probably say no,” she said, lifting herself on an elbow and gazing down at him. Bella reached over and stroked his cheek. “But you look like you’re struggling.” She slowly ran her hand down his neck and pressed it against his chest. “Do you want me to get you off?”
“Oh, god.” It was almost completely silent, and she wouldn’t have caught it had she not been holding her breath.
Bella ran her hand lower, pressing it against his stomach. “Come on. It doesn’t make sense to hold back. I’m not saying I’ll ride you like a pony—” She groaned and hid her face in his chest just before he burst out laughing.
She had never seen or heard him laugh so much in all her time knowing him. Somehow, that made it worse and her face suddenly bloomed with heat. He eventually stopped laughing, save for a few deep-chested chuckles that made their way out of his lips every so often. He shifted, and she could feel him hard against her thigh.
“What would you do?” He asked finally.
Bella lifted her head, was he going to take me up on her offer? “Anything you want.” She breathed out.
He frowned at that and shook his head. “No, tell me what you are willing to do.”
Bella worried her lip, considering him. “I’ll touch you, give you oral, have sex with you. I’d do anything.”
He sucked in a painful-sounding breath, and his hands clenched at his sides. It would seem that he was struggling to control himself. It took a long moment before he released the breath in a long stream. It was for another infinite moment that he lay perfectly still. He didn’t look at her and she chewed her lip as she awaited his response.
Finally, after an eternity, he lifted his eyes to him. “I can’t control myself.” He admitted, swallowing hard. “I desperately want you to touch me.”
Bella’s heart leapt into her throat. This was progress. The type she didn’t think she would get to see for a very long time. Bella’s eyes widened as she nodded, shifting closer. She fingered the bottom of his shirt, and tugged lightly, sliding her hand under it to press against his abdomen.
He sat up and pulled off his shirt, putting it behind his head. Bella couldn’t help but stare. Her mouth went completely dry and her clit gave a twitch of interest. She trailed her eyes over the smooth, pale skin of his chest and torso.
His hands shook as he undid the button on his jeans, sliding them and his underwear down to his thighs. Bella couldn’t help the hitch of her breath when she caught sight of his erection.
“It’s huge,” she blurted out.
His lips twitched and he burst out laughing. “You’ve nothing to compare it to!”
“Yes, I do!” She insisted with a pout.
Edward froze, his eyes widening. A ripple of thrill ran through her. She wasn’t going to lie, it was quite thrilling to see him look so stunned.
“Bella! W-when!?”
Stuttering? She must have shocked him.
Bella couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled past her lips as she gave him the side eye. “Jessica is a pervert.” No need to tell him that she accidentally walked in on Jacob coming out of the shower.
He still had a look of alarm on his face. Bella finally put him out of his misery. “Just pictures, don’t worry.” He closed his eyes and breathed heavily through his nose. “You were worried, weren’t you?” she prodded gleefully.
“Yes,” he admitted, a frown pulling at his lips. He refused to look at her.
Bella sighed and laid down on her stomach beside him. “Sorry, I scared you.”
“It’s fine,” he muttered.
She bit her lip, unsure where to go from there until she noticed his hips shifting in her peripheral.
“May I touch you?” His eyes met hers, and he nodded.
Oh, my god. I’m going to touch him. Bella hesitated, her hand trembling where it pressed against his bare hip. What if I hurt him? Guys were really sensitive, according to Jessica. This was further evidenced when Bella watched her kick Mike in the balls and he went down like an elephant had jumped on him.
Carefully, Bella wrapped her fingers around him, a squeak catching in her throat. He hadn’t moved, not even a sound since she touched him. Bella snuck a glance at him from behind her hair, only to find his eyes on her, his mouth slightly tugged down.
Bella swallowed hard as she began to move her hand up and down, fingers merely grazing the velvety skin. She didn’t want to hurt him.
She pondered the feel of him in her hand. It felt strange, cold as the rest of him, but weighty. Much heavier than she’d thought it’d be. Bella squeezed slightly. It wasn’t hard in the way she imagined. She didn’t think it would hurt being inside of her, despite the marble feel of the rest of him. A small, embarrassed giggle escaped.
“What’s so funny?”
“I was thinking how it’s not as much like a metal pole as I thought it would— stop laughing at me, you jerk!” She hissed when he raised an eyebrow and burst into laughter.
Bella felt her face flush, and her hand stilled.
“I can’t help it, you keep saying such ludicrous things,” he giggled out. He took a deep breath, his laughter finally ceasing, but he had a huge grin on his face. He reached out a hand and stroked her hair out of her eyes. “Love, sex isn’t like the movies. Sometimes it is amusing or awkward.”
Bella rolled her eyes. She knew that. She wasn’t an idiot. “I just feel embarrassed now.” her hand quivered on his erection.
“Bella, I wasn’t making fun of you. Please don’t feel embarrassed.”
She glared up at him. “I’ll keep going, but no more laughing at me.”
“I promise,” he agreed, settling back down onto the pillow.
Slowly, she stroked him, her fingers tracing the vein on the underside. She was startled when his hand wrapped around hers. “Tighter.” He encouraged, squeezing her hand against him.
Bella’s eyebrows furrowed as he guided her hand along his erection, tightening her fingers around it as they went. It seemed awfully tight. She looked up at him. “That doesn’t hurt?” Bella asked quizzically.
“Quite the opposite,” he breathed, his golden eyes half-shut and glinting in the moonlight streaming into her bedroom window.
He continued to guide her hand, keeping it clamped around his erection. Bella watched, heart, beating rapidly in her chest as his eyes fell shut, a sigh falling from his lips. The sensation of his thumb brushing over the tip of his cock brought her attention back to what was happening. She watched, entranced, as their hands moved together, gradually tightening her grip as we went. He loosened his hold but kept his fingers pressed against hers. As our hands slid up, she followed his example and swiped her thumb over the tip, drawing a small moan from him.
He gently urged her hand to twist, guiding her hand in his motion until she got the hang of it for herself. He dropped his hand then, fingers tangling into her comforter.
Bella was nervous at first, but hearing his breathing grow heavy and watching his chest heave, gave her the confidence she needed. Bella lifted herself on her other elbow and watched his face. Hovering over him, she debated kissing him. It was enthralling to watch his reactions, especially as his mouth opened and he began to pant and moan. The panting must be leftover from when he was human. she thought, stroking him more quickly when she felt his hips roll beneath her. He moaned deeply and turned his face, nuzzling it into her pillow.
Bella leaned in, her hair falling against his cheeks, causing his eyes to flutter open, hazy with pleasure. She pressed closer, close enough to feel his short, sharp breaths against her lips. His eyes were half shut and he lifted his chin, so she leaned over and pressed her lips to his.
The kisses remained soft at first, more mini-kisses than real ones. As his pleasure grew, he deepened them, his hand twisting in her hair. her breaths became ragged and shaky, the sounds of their breathing mixing, seeming to echo in the quiet of her bedroom.
He only lasted for a couple more minutes before his legs twitched and he broke the kiss to release a breathless ah. His hips lifted off the bed, pushing his throbbing erection into her hand, and then, something cool and wet trickled over her fingers.
Bella couldn’t help the whimper she released upon the realisation that she had made him come. She peered at him, eyes widening in fascination as she watched him writhe. After a few moments, he dropped to the futon, panting, a slight bit of drool falling from the corner of his lips.
“Was that good?” Bella asked once his breathing returned to normal.
He smiled and nodded.
Carefully, Bella removed her hand and reached over to grab some tissues from her bedside table to clean it off.
She touched his chest, biting her lips as she peered down at him. “Can we, um…” Bella bit her lip, hesitating. He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow. “Can we do that again?”
He grinned, “Of course.” He leaned up and kissed her forehead sweetly, his arm snaking around her waist and pulling her close. He tilted his head to kiss her before lying down on his side. “For now though, let’s rest.”