Author's notes:
I hope everyone is having a wonderful Star Wars Day! May the Fourth be with you!
ROFLMAO!!!
Then her hand abruptly dropped lower.
Chapter 70
Shower to get the smoke smell off of me – check.
Extra tooth brushing to get the smoke smell off me – check.
Hefty doses of mouthwash for the same – check.
Room aired out for…um…there’s a theme here, isn’t there? – check.
Leaving my shirt off right before I came to bed at Bella’s request – double-fucking check.
Okay – so we weren’t actually having make up sex, because we weren’t..well…having sex…but the term meant something to me for the first time ever. Emmett had talked about it before, and I had certainly heard the expression on more than one occasion, but I didn’t really understand it. I guess I’d never “made up” with someone before.
Bella’s hands were in my hair, then running down my arms and back up over my chest. Her mouth never left mine, and I was actually starting to wonder if she was on the swimming team or something, because she could really hold her breath a long time. I ran my hand over her stomach and held onto her waist while I kissed her –trying to not be too forceful, though I was feeling a little more…urgent… as time went by. Well, all right, I was hard as a rock. I kept pulling back a little with my hips, because I didn’t want to be grinding up against her. I mean, I did want to, but I wasn’t ready to give her a proper wedding night now – I needed to prepare first.
My fingers snuck underneath the hem of her shirt just a little – just so I could feel her skin. Bella pushed me back a bit, and I cringed, sure I had overstepped whatever boundaries there were. She raised herself up a little then grabbed the end of her shirt and pulled it up over her head.
“Jesus,” I whispered. I was completely unable to take my eyes away from her breasts. I’d seen them before – touched them, tasted them – but they seemed different than I remembered. More beautiful, more symmetrical, more generally fucking perfect.
Bella’s hands reached for my biceps and pulled me back down over her, bringing my lips back to hers. My hand went back to her waist, then tentatively up a little – just farther along her side. Frankly, I was scared shitless to touch them. Once I did I’d probably lose all sense, and then I’d fucked up my plan for tomorrow – whatever the hell that was going to be.
Apparently, Bella was going to have none of that, though, because she let go of my arm, grabbed my hand, and moved it right over the top of her right breast. I cursed into her mouth, because I couldn’t properly speak with my tongue running around in there. It was so soft and round, and when I gripped it just a little she moaned. I ran my thumb over the nipple, feeling it harden with my touch. Bella’s hands were all over me – up over my shoulders, my back, down to my stomach. Her fingers tickled over my abs, and between that and the fall night breeze coming in through the windows, my skin rose up in gooseflesh.
Then her hand abruptly dropped lower.
And it wrapped around my cock.
Oh God…
She stroked it from base to tip, then back again.
And I just about lost my mind.
Not much of a loss, though, right?
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Chapter end notes:
Ohhh...Doofy...will you be able to cope with this?
I should have another update out later today.
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