CBWR? Chapter 81

Author’s notes

And….they have sex, and then it’s the next morning, and then the hotel blows up.  The end.

OK, not really.

Edward was here…

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Chapter 81

“You…you want to do that?” Bella said quietly.

“I don’t have to,” I said quickly.  “Only if you want me to.”

“You don’t have to,” she said.  “I mean, I can’t imagine you would want to…”

“Bella, I want to,” I assured her.  “I want to go down on you, but I won’t if you don’t want it.”

Her brows tried to merge together.

“You…like that?”

“Just thinking about going down on you has me so hard I could probably drill through the wall.”

“Really?” she both looked and sounded surprised.

“Definitely.”

Bella chewed on her lip some more.  I was starting to get a little jealous, and considered forgetting the whole cunnilingus thing and just start nibbling her lips instead.

“Okay,” she finally said.

“You sure?” I asked.  She nodded, and seemed to be serious, so I kissed her belly once more before I starting trailing my lips over her smooth, pink skin.  My hands slid down her calves, grabbing her ankles and pushing them up closer to her body, which made her hips raise up a bit and put her on display for me.

So fucking beautiful.

I slid my arms under her legs, angling her up a little to give me better access.  I licked my lips once, kissed the inside of her left thigh, then moved in.

As soon as I tasted her, I knew I would never, ever be able to get enough.  I moaned against her, and I could feel the vibrations as they passed to her skin.  Bella’s hips pushed up as she gasped.

“Oh my God…”

“You like that?” I murmured against her skin, causing more vibrations.

“Ugh!  Yes!  Yes!”  Her hands reached down and gripped into my hair.

My tongue touched her, tasted her, explored her, and generally had a really fucking good time.  I could feel and hear her reactions to what I was doing without looking up to see her expression.  I did glance at her a couple of times, but her head was back against the pillow and her neck was arched, so I couldn’t see her eyes anyway.  I might have liked to see them as I did this to her, but mostly I just wanted to know that she was liking it, and she obviously was, so I kept it up – dipping my tongue inside of her and swirling it around before dragging it back up to her clit.  I circled, pushed, hummed, and even drew my name with my tongue over her clit.

Edward was here…

I knew she was close when her thighs tried to squeeze my head, and I had to grip them a little tighter to keep her open for me.  She started chanting my name, which caused me to increase my speed, trying to match the tempo she set with the slight rocking of her hips.  I gripped her backside with my hands to hold her a little closer and continued the tongue dance over her beautiful pussy.

I pushed the tip of my tongue hard against the throbbing little nub, and Bella nearly came right off the bed as she cried out, gripping my hair tightly as her hips pushed against my face.  I kept circling my tongue as best I could, feeling her moisture all around me, tasting how fucking sweet she was as she dropped back down to the mattress, moaning.

The pace of my licks slowed, and I switched from using the tip to using the top, laving over her clit, just to give it one slow, last pass before trailing down to her entrance.  I circled her there once, just making sure she was wet enough to make it easy to get inside of her, before I pulled my arms out from under her backside and pushing myself up.  I wiped the back of my hand across my lips and looked up to Bella with a smile.  Her eyes were wide, and she was still panting a little.

“So good,” I said.  I hoped she believed me, and that she didn’t think I was just saying it because she wanted to hear it.  I wasn’t just saying it.  I would do that again and again – for as long as she would let me.

Because nothing could taste sweeter, right?

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Chapter end notes:

I want Edward to write that on my clit…

One O down, at least one more to go!

It’s definitely time for a pineapple and mushroom pizza.  I still feel all deprived from last week and the infiltration of Chinese carry out into my normal Friday routine. 

Talking about rickets on twitter…and pizza…and penises.  Why does it always come back to penises??