Author’s notes:
This early morning post is brought to you courtesy of my work, who woke me up at 4:00am and I couldn’t get back to sleep, and She Viking, who wanted to finally get a chance to get to a new chapter before the Americans. ;)
Well, at least it didn’t seem to be totally stupid.
Chapter 73:
Bella’s hand finally unclenched my shoulder and ran down my arm. She wrapped me up in a hug, which I returned wholeheartedly. We kissed softly a few times – no tongues or anything, just gentle and slow.
“That was really incredible,” Bella said. I looked away from her for a minute, trying to keep my smirk to a bare minimum, but I couldn’t pretend hearing her say that didn’t make me want to go stand on the top of that monstrous tower and scream “Bella Swan came all over my hand!!!”
She probably wouldn’t appreciate the gesture.
“Anytime you like,” I responded instead. I kissed her forehead and squirmed a little when her fingertips brushed lightly over my sides. Her hand moved to rub across my stomach before she started heading down again. I grabbed her wrist and brought her hand back to my hip, placing it there firmly. I shook my head at her.
“Don’t do that,” I said.
“Shouldn’t I…return the favor?” Bella said quietly.
“No,” I said. I shook my head again. “It’s your early birthday present, not mine.
How was I supposed to explain that I already owed her one? She’d had my cock in her mouth and let me come down her throat the very first night I met her. It seemed like so fucking long ago, and I really didn’t consider that experience to be anything like what I felt with her now – orgasm or not. Now that I knew what she had gone through, I wished to God the first night had never happened. The last thing I wanted to do was remind her of it, though.
“That’s not really…fair…is it?” Bella inquired.
I swallowed hard. I didn’t think this was something I could explain to her. You can’t exactly come out with your best Andrew Dice Clay impersonation and say “Yo, bitch – it’s payback for the blowjob.” At the very least, I didn’t want to bring the shit up at all, because what was happening right at this moment was pretty good, and I didn’t want to fuck it up. There were probably a dozen completely unknown to me ways of fucking it up, and since I didn’t know what they were, I might still do them. This one though – I knew this would fuck it up. This would fuck it up royally.
Besides, women didn’t seem to find Andrew Dice Clay impersonations very funny. I was never sure exactly why.
I had to think of something to say to her though, or she was going to push the issue. I could see the look in her eyes – the one that usually led to her laying it on the line for me and me giving into whatever she wanted, no matter how stupid an idea it was. I didn’t think I could go with something quite as lame as “it’s bedtime,” though. Then I actually had what might have been a brilliant thought.
Well, at least it didn’t seem to be totally stupid.
“I’m saving myself for our wedding night,” I said with a smile.
Bella laughed and shook her head.
“Okay,” she agreed with a shrug and a furrowed brow. “Are you sure there’s nothing you want?”
I kept my eyes on hers as I slowly reached out and took her chin in my fingers. I kissed her one more time, and then my hand traveled slowly over her shoulder, down her arm, and to her hand, where I could wrap her fingers in mine. I pulled her hand up in front of my body, held it against my chest for a moment, and then brought it up to kiss the backs of her knuckles.
With one more look into her eyes, I placed the palm of her hand against my cheek and released it. I then snuggled my head into that cozy little spot between her neck and shoulder. I didn’t seem to need to say anything else – Bella just immediately pushed all my hair back off my forehead and away from my ear with her fingertips before her hand starting caressing me from my temple to my chin and back again.
It felt like heaven.
If I was good – sometimes I could have what I wanted, right?
Chapter End notes:
Does anyone remember Andrew Dice Clay? Does anyone who remembers him wish they didn’t?
Next chapter…maybe later today/tonight. Probably. We’ll see. I may have to go replenish my martini fixings first.
HAPPY FRIDAY!
