Falling Down & Other Accidents: Part Two
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Though there were minor variations in the activities, the next two days were spent in the same languid, luxuriant manner, completely alone and wrapped up in each other…literally--at least at night--and figuratively. As we tentatively accepted whatever was happening between us, the physical barriers started to fall away. That’s not to say that we suddenly started groping each other, but we no longer went out of our way to avoid contact. Any touching that did occur was chaste and entirely platonic. Not too mention much too brief and almost always accidental.
Nothing that could be construed as even remotely inappropriate took place…much to my disappointment. We hovered in the ‘friend’ zone while, in the background, it seemed like we could hear the clock ticking down the time we had left together. With each passing hour we became more cognizant that we…us… That there was an expiration date to anything that happened between us. We had two weeks, and then we would say goodbye.
It was for that reason that we seemed to have come by some tacit agreement to not get too attached or reveal too much. We existed in a bubble of willful ignorance, never revealing anything that would allow our real identities to be known. I even went so far as to leave the room whenever room service arrived and, though I could, not once did I look at any of the signed tickets lying around his room.
Not knowing each other’s last name or personal information didn’t mean that we knew the other any less...or make us any less attached; names were irrelevant. As Shakespeare said, 'A rose by any other name would smell as sweet…’ We knew each other better after mere hours than others did after a lifetime. We were so in synch with one another, it was almost as if we could read the other’s mind. Hell, even our shortcomings complemented one another-his strengths making up for my weaknesses and vice versa. I couldn’t have custom-ordered anyone more perfect for me; he possessed too many traits that I wouldn’t have even known to ask for.
As much as I wished it would, our solitary confinement couldn’t continue indefinitely. The day finally came when we had to break out of our bubble. I tried convincing him that I was perfectly fine--that I didn’t really need to go to my doctor’s appointment--but he wouldn’t allow me to miss it. He insisted that his father, the doctor--as he reminded me every time my ‘recovery’ was discussed-had told him that it was extremely important that I have a follow up. I grumbled about it, but complied with his request, still unable to resist that voodoo that he did do…so well.
Worried that I wouldn’t actually go, he insisted on driving me to my appointment. When I called him out on it, he tried covering it up by saying he had errands to run and the hospital was on his way…I knew better than to buy that. He escorted me inside, waiting until I had checked myself in before heading out to run his ‘errands.’ Left on my own in the waiting room, I missed him already. I started to take my seat but, before I could even lower my ass to the chair, he was suddenly back in front of me.
“I forgot to say goodbye,” he said in answer to my raised eyebrows. I smiled at him and, biting my lip, looked at the floor.
As innocent as our contact had been since meeting-even with the ‘no contact’ order removed-there had been several more moments since that first morning, where I had thought he would finally kiss me, but… Every. Single. Solitary. Time. We were interrupted.
His sister, Alice, possessed the most impeccable timing in the world-we’re talking Olympic Gold-worthy cockblocking skills, really. She somehow always managed to call and interrupt us before we could move past the intense stares and heavy, anticipatory breathing. Maybe it was more like cockblocking E.S.P.
He reached up--cupping my cheek--and from the intense look turning his grassy greens to a dark, nearly forest green, I knew we were having yet another one of those moments. Only this time the cockblocker couldn’t interrupt us-cell-phones weren’t supposed to be used in hospitals, right? Thank God for hospitals! I had never been so happy to be in a waiting room in my life. Edward’s eyes locked on my lips and there suddenly wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.
I felt on the verge of shattering-hollow and breakable. The feeling was only exacerbated by my breath-ragged and much too loud-echoing in my head. I nodded dumbly at him. What I was nodding about, I hadn’t a clue as no question had been posed. The man obviously made me dumb with lust and…something more.
What possible interest I held for him? Seduce the virgin maybe? I was plain and boring, and he was a breathtaking, dazzlingly charming man-his attention made no sense. I wasn’t equipped to deal with someone like him--had no experience with someone like him. I shouldn’t have wanted someone like him. I should never have allowed myself to become involved, but my self-preservation was M.I.A….probably ran off with my still absent friends.
His eyes locked with mine and just as he started to lean in…
…you can’t always get what you want, you can’t always get what you want…
He pulled his phone from his pocket, flipping it open and bringing it jerkily to his ea.
“What?” he growled. Frustration and annoyance and regret rolled off of him in heady waves.
I heard a girlish giggle come from his phone, followed by what sounded like a too knowing, ‘Was I interrupting something?’ Maybe I was on to something with that whole E.S.P. thing.
“What do you…? Never mind, just hold on for a minute, Al.” He pulled the phone away, muffling the mouthpiece against his parka… no, not that one…sighed and then looked at me apologetically. “I’ll be back before you’re finished.”
The hand that still cupped my chin, left my skin taking its warmth with it. I bowed my head to hide the disappointment on my face and nodded in acknowledgement that I had heard him. I was certain he was about to leave, but he surprised me. His hand came back to my face and his fingers traced down--temple to jaw--in a gentle caress. Just as his hand left my skin, he leaned forward and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to my forehead. His lips lingered just a bit too long to be considered a friendly goodbye and I rejoiced.
My eyes closed as I sucked in an uneven, jagged breath…and then he was gone. I opened my eyes to see him walking towards the exit with his phone back at his ear. “Yeah, Alice. I’m back. What do you want and this better be good.”
The empty space he left behind became a vacuum, sucking me into it and leaving me with that distinct feeling of nothingness that I had become to associate with his absence. I sat down in the uncomfortable chair I was standing in front of. The remaining crutch that I begrudgingly carried at Edward’s insistence… just until your ankle’s a bit stronger…rested between my knee and the arm of the chair. I was all settled in to wait for my name to be called so that I could be whisked off to the back and continue my wait in an exam room.
With Edward’s departure also came the return of awareness of my surroundings. I looked around and noticed that the waiting room was quite full. Several women in the room were eyeballing me. Their judgmental gazes seemed to penetrate me, filling me with so much disdain and disbelief that Edward could possibly be with me, that I found myself agreeing. I had never been so excited to stand on a scale as I was when my name was called a few minutes later.
~//~
True to his word, Edward was waiting for me when I came out. He jumped up and hurried over to me with an expectant, hopeful look on his face.
“Well, what’s the verdict?” One side of his mouth tugged up, revealing that crooked smile that I was falling in love with. “Are you gonna make it?”
“It’s not looking good,” I quipped teasingly…at least on the surface. In reality, I was certain that things weren’t looking good for me--only I didn’t think we were talking about the same thing. It had only been a few days, and I already didn’t know how I was going to find the strength to walk away from him. He was becoming as vital to me as breathing.
He must have picked up on the serious undertone to my comment, because his tone abruptly sobered and he asked, “But seriously, Bella, are you okay? No side effects or anything?”
“Nope, peachy keen. So…I guess you can be getting rid of me now…get back to your vacation.” I tried to make my tone light and playful--but I failed.
“No,” he said. “I do believe I will you keep for a bit longer, Isabella.”
His words and the gaze he leveled at me, made me shiver.
“Are you done here, Bella? Can we go?”
Dumbstruck, I nodded.
“Come then.” He grabbed my hand and towed me behind him-the wrong direction. He turned unexpectedly and, glancing back at me every few strides to make sure that he wasn’t moving too swiftly, pulled me towards a door at the end of a secluded corridor as fast as fast I could hobble. There was a feral, carnivorous look about him, but rather than scare me, it drew me in and ensnared me even further in his web.
One second he was pulling me through the door and the next found me outside with my back pressed against it while Edward ravaged my lips. No longer necessary, my crutch was abandoned on the ground where it fell. I must confess that, while I had been kissed…and touched and stroked and tasted…I had never been kissed the way he was kissing me. It was the kind of kiss I hadn’t even known existed-full of passion, mutual lust and desire; a kiss to end all kisses. It made me ache and yearn and burn in ways that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Apparently, neither could he.
“You have no clue what you do to me, do you, Isabella? Or the things I am going to do to you…with you…for you… If you’ll let me, that is?”
I was a virgin-just barely so-but being one didn’t mean that I didn’t want to be made to feel good, because I did. Hell, I even enjoyed pleasing my partner. The only reason I still possessed my V-card at nineteen was because I had simply never felt the need or the desire. It wasn’t due to wanting my first time to be ‘special’ or any overly emotional crap like that. Manual stimulation was plenty satisfying, and I had never felt the stirrings urging for more…until that moment.
His lips traced along my neck, making me hum with desire. I opened my heavy lidded eyes and slowly but quite firmly nodded my acquiescence. Yes, I wanted this…whatever ‘this’ was. Handing me my crutch, he wordlessly led me down a path and straight to his car. It was silent--not even the stereo played--as he quickly drove back to the lodge. The tension in the air was so thick that I could hardly breathe.
As soon as we the car was parked--with almost inhuman speed--he was around the car opening my door and hauling me out of it. He set me on my feet and then stood there staring at my crutch still inside the car. He looked for all the world like he wanted to throw me over his shoulder--fuck my crutch-just to expedite getting me up to his room. Reining himself in, he snatched up my crutch and handed it to me with a heated look.
“Hurry.”
That one husky word set my simmering blood to boiling and caused my heart to skip a beat. I whimpered softly.
He guided me across the lobby to the elevators in a rush--almost dragging me. We were too caught up in each other to pay any mind to the questioning glances we were garnering. So much so, that neither of us heard my roommate, Lauren, call out to me, wondering where I had been (but obviously not curious to enough to actually look for me). I did catch a glimpse of her--standing in the lobby with her friend Jessica--as I was pulled onto the elevator, but I didn’t have time to wave.
When we were ensconced in the elevator, Edward put as much distance between us as possible. I would have been confused, and perhaps even a bit hurt by it, if he hadn’t continued to stare at me hungrily with a look that I recognized as I was sure that it was mirrored on mine. It made me feel like I was going to spontaneously combust at any moment.
The elevator couldn’t go fast enough.
~//~
A short time later, I once again found myself with my back to a door--this time the door to his room and we were inside it. His lips were bruising, his kisses demanding, and returned by me with equal fervor. Moving to my neck, he paused to catch his breath.
“Isabella…I need to know…that you want this.”
Oh, God! I wanted it, wanted him, wanted everything he had to offer and more. I didn’t know that I would survive if he stopped, but I did know that I wasn’t going to let it happen. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t fucking stop. I need you…so much….”
He groaned into my shoulder and then--sliding his hands under my ass--he lifted me up and carried me to the bed. As soon as he sat me on my feet in front of it, my hands went to the buttons of my shirt. I was desperate to get both of us naked so that I could finally feel his skin against mine. I hadn’t managed to get a single button opened when he grabbed my hands, stilling them.
“Stop.”
I kept my eyes on the hand that was covering mine on my chest, not wanting him to see the hurt clearly written all over my face. “Oh, okay…” It wasn’t.
I didn’t understand. I thought that he wanted me; he said that he wanted me, so why…? I tried dropping my hands so I could pull away from him, but he wouldn’t let them go.
“I want to do that part.”
He let my hands drop to my sides and began to work the buttons of my shirt free. When all the buttons were undone, he pulled it off of me and tossed it carelessly behind him. He kissed his way down my body until he reached the waist of my jeans where he made quick work of popping the button. My zipper was tugged down and my jeans slowly peeled down my legs to pool at my ankles. He helped me step out of them before tossing them behind him to join with my shirt.
I tried to remember kicking my shoes off, but I couldn’t recall and, really, it didn’t matter anyway. Not when I had Edward on his knees in front of me, his tongue sweeping across my stomach, dipping just below the band of my panties. His hands skimmed up the length of my spine to unclasp my bra.
The straps slid off my shoulder and--suddenly concerned with modesty--my hands came up, holding the material in place. At that moment, I felt more like the virgin I barely was than I had the first time I fooled around with a boy, which was really ridiculous. Edward glared at me like I was keeping him from playing with his favorite toy, reached up and pulled my arms down. Grabbing and throwing my bra over his shoulder, where it landed on the flat screen television with one cup dangling in front of the black screen. He continued moving down my body looking rather pleased with himself.
His face was suddenly between my legs, his nose buried in the cleft between my thighs. A sudden chill came to the heated flesh there as he took a deep draw of air through his nose, inhaling my scent. Blood rose to my cheeks and along with it came all of my insecurities rushing to the surface…did I smell okay? Was I normal? I had to fight the urge to pull away from him and cover myself. The vibration from his ensuing moan caused my knees to shake unsteadily, a whimper to slip from my lips and all thoughts of running to flee my mind.
“You smell so fucking good. Can’t wait…have to taste you now,” he muttered--more to himself than to me--as his hands popped inside the waistband of my panties. Sliding down my body, they left a trail of fire as they stripped my last article of clothing from me.
Once the garment joined the rest of my clothing, he rocked back on his heels and allowed his eyes to rake over my body. I irrationally felt like I was being scrutinized and my shyness came back full force. No longer able to look at him, I averted my eyes and my hands moved over my body awkwardly, attempting to cover my nakedness. The air in the room suddenly growing heavy, I cut my eyes back to Edward. I barely had time for the flash in his eyes to register before he was on his feet in front of me, pinning my arms to my sides.
“Don’t,” he commanded through clenched teeth. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me, Isabella. You’re fucking beautiful. How can you not know that? Do you have any idea what you do to me, how hard it’s been to not touch you these past few days? Hell, I’ve done nothing but fantasize about you since the second I saw your face after you slammed into me! And then, the intelligence and wit that I’ve discovered since we left the hospital…
“I have never wanted anyone the way I want you. Ever.”
The pessimistic, self-doubting part of me was shouting that he was just paying me lip service, but the earnestness on his face and the way his voice cracked from the emotion behind his words silenced the negative voice and allowed his words to set me ablaze. The blood rushing through my veins and the air being sucked into my lungs in large, ragged gasps drowned out every noise in the room so that I barely heard him add, “I doubt I will ever want anyone but you.”
I couldn’t allow myself to think about what he had just said-I had to have heard him wrong--because it went against our unspoken agreement that Aspen was like Vegas: Whatever happened during our time together would stay in Aspen. After all, nothing more could come of this; we were both in such different places in our lives, not to mention the country. I had only just started college in Phoenix and he was nearly finished with his degree in Chicago. (We never got more personal than that, as far as details go. Chicago and Phoenix were both big enough cities that we both felt safe. Besides, his accent kind of gave him away.)
We just didn’t belong together, weren’t meant to be. The disparities between us were too great and nothing about us made sense. He was a study in perfection and male grace whereas I was middle of the road-average and boring. He was ridiculously wealthy with a large, tightly knit family and I was just barely middle class with a mother who could hardly be called such, a dead father and no siblings. He was charming and adored by all who met him while I was a wallflower whose own friends couldn’t be bothered to concern themselves with her.
Not only was nothing more possible between us, nothing more was advisable. It was just a vacation fling, and flings never last-are often regretted even-once the vacation is over and reality descends. He would regret me once he returned to Chicago, and I would never regret him. It would crush me to hear regret cloud his voice and I wasn’t about to allow that to let that happen. I had protected myself that long against relationships that may have actually worked out, I wouldn’t let my guard down for something that I knew wouldn’t last. Why did I feel I was making a mistake?
I shut off my inner musings and, with single-minded determination, focused on the gorgeous man in front of me who was currently looking at me with such raw need and hunger that for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
“Breathe, Isabella. I don’t want you passing out on me…at least, not from lack of oxygen and definitely not yet.”
He stepped back, his eyes burning over my form like he was trying to emboss the image onto the back of his eyelids so that he could see it every time he closed his eyes. I was pushed onto the bed and Edward was crawling over my body before I even had a chance to scoot up.
“Before this night is over, you will never, ever doubt how gorgeous you are again,” he vowed and then his lips claimed mine roughly. He kissed me with such hungry desperation that it felt like he was trying to possess me and our teeth clanged together. He wasn’t at all gentle as he continued to kiss me while murmuring against my lips.
“You don’t see the way other men look at you--like you’re something to eat--but I do and I don’t like it. I can’t blame them for it, but I also can’t help wanting to bash their faces in just for looking at you, and then rip their eyes out of their heads so they can never do it again…I’m not even a violent person, Isabella, but you make me crazy.”
He kissed every inch of skin, moving from my mouth, to my neck, and all along my collarbone and shoulders.
“Tonight I’m going to show you exactly how crazy you drive me and exactly how much I can’t stay away from you.”
His lips and hands worked down my body, kissing and licking and nipping and caressing every inch of me, but skipping over the place that I wanted him the most. I whimpered and begged, but he ignored me and instead made his way down one leg and then slowly back up the other. By the time he made it back to where I needed him, I was mindless. Some part of me was aware of the loud, animalistic noises coming out of my mouth, but I was too far gone to care…and then he slipped a finger inside me and I couldn’t have cared if I’d wanted to.
The searing pleasure coursing through my veins, and the peak that I was unbelievably already nearing consumed me so entirely that there was no room for thought. I was lucky that breathing was a relatively involuntary function or I would have been screwed…and not in a good way. Well, maybe in a good way as well.
One finger slid slowly inside of me and I gasped.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. I’ve never felt anyone this tight…” He froze. “Bella…are you a virgin?”
Why was he stopping? What was he saying? Was I a what? I couldn’t concentrate enough to focus on or make sense of his words. I wiggled around trying to urge him to continue. He groaned, but remained still, forcing me to concentrate on what he was saying.
“Answer me, Isabella. Are you a virgin?”
His words made it through the fog of my mind and, with the recognition, came the nervousness that he wouldn’t want me now.
“Yes,” I squeaked. “Is that okay. I’m sorry.”
I was still waiting for him to come to his senses and realize that he didn’t want me, so in a way I had been expecting him to stop and send me away. I wasn’t prepared for his actual words though.
“Don’t be sorry, Bella. Just tell me-honestly-are you…are you sure.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’m positive. I’ve never wanted anything or…anyone more.”
His finger slipped out of me, but I didn’t have time to mourn its loss. His mouth suddenly crashed into mine and he gave me a kiss so passionate I was certain that somewhere, there were angels weeping.
“Thank you. Thank you for trusting me, for letting me be your first.”
His lips cut off my words before I could speak them and, just as suddenly as they had appeared, they were gone and he was back between my legs. His lips wrapped around my clit and the digit inside me picked up exactly where it left off like it had never ceased its movement. His other hand toyed with my breasts, teasing my nipples and driving me mad.
I was close…so, so, so close. He added another finger and I felt my orgasm approaching. Just as I was about to fall off the edge, he stopped…again. He stood up and quickly shed his clothes, pausing only to grab something out of his pocket and I used the opportunity to scoot up the bed until my head hit the pillows. By the time he crawled towards me and kissed his way up my body until he was lying between my legs, I was trembling with need and denied pleasure.
“Pleeeeease, Edward,” I begged, not caring how whiny and desperate my pleas sounded. “Please, I need you now. I can’t wait. I want you inside me now. I want you to fuck me…please.”
“No.” The word burst from his lips forcefully and I jumped. Before I had time to doubt myself, he continued. “I’m not going to fuck you, Isabella. I’m going to make love to you…until you can’t take it any longer. And then…then, I’m going to make love to you some more.”
My breath left me in a rush. He ripped open a foil packet, pushed away from me just enough to roll the condom over the throbbing length of his erection and then he was hovering over me again, his lips pressed to mine softly.
“You’re sure?” he asked once more, his mouth against mine.
“Yes.” And I was.
Holding his weight off of me with one hand, he used the other to bring mine to his shoulders. Both of my hands were put in place with a gentle squeeze and then he looked down at me nervously, concern marring his features. “It’s gonna hurt and you probably won’t…finish-this time-but I’ll try to make it as good for you as possible. Just squeeze my shoulders when it hurts or if it’s too much. If you want to quit for any reason or at any point, just say the word and I’ll stop.”
I nodded emphatically, my throat suddenly too dry to speak.
“Are you ready?”
I nodded again.
He brought his fingers to my sex, testing to see if I was really ready for him. I was. Never taking his eyes from me, he lined himself up and reclaimed my lips as he slowly began to push inside. There was a bit of burning, nothing too bad though, as he eased in, but when he reached my barrier…it hurt…a lot. Tears welled up in my eyes and my nails dug into his shoulders. I wasn’t stupid, I had known it would hurt, but I didn’t know--had never imagined--it would hurt that much.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, his voice hoarse from the control he was exercising to stay gentle.
Truthfully, I wanted nothing more than to stop, curl up in a ball of defeat and cry, but I wasn’t about to back out. I knew the worst of it was almost over--at least, I hoped it was--so I gritted my teeth against the pain and shook my head.
“No, don’t stop,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t betray me. Whether it did or not, he kept going.
Finally, long agonizing centuries, or maybe only seconds later, he was fully sheathed inside me. It had to have been torture for him, but he didn’t move an inch. He remained still, allowing the pain to pass and giving me time to become accustomed to his intrusion. Only when my grip on his shoulders lessened did he tentatively flex his hips, causing him to move inside me minutely.
“Is that okay?” he asked in a shaky whisper, his body trembling with restraint.
I nodded and he let out the breath he’d been holding, but continued looking at me for several seconds as if trying to gauge my sincerity. Either he found what he was looking for or his own need became too great. Whichever it was, he began to move in and out of me with slow, shallow thrusts, watching my face and going by my reaction to tell him if he was hurting me at all. Most of the pain had subsided and, while it didn’t exactly feel good yet, it wasn’t all that unpleasant either. After a few moments, my tense muscles relaxed and I began to feel a glimmer of something pleasant.
Chasing that feeling, I found myself moving with him. The friction between us increased and the little glimmer of good that I had felt grew until it became fully-realized pleasure. I moaned loudly.
“Edward… more… please,” I panted as I rocked against him trying to get him to move faster, deeper, anything.
He complied with a groan and a deep thrust that reached impossibly deeper. His eyes were trained on mine and he looked like he was struggling to maintain control. The realization that I was the one causing him to feel like that made me feel powerful and sent a thrill throughout my body. I moaned again and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Edward buried his face in my hair, his breath alternating hot and cold against my skin as he spun out of control, thrusting in and out of me at lightning speed.
“Fuck! Oh, God, Bella! You feel so fucking good. I never thought it could be like this… could be this good. I’m trying…want you to…but don’t think…I’m going t-to…to last…much…longer.”
I didn’t care. I wanted to see him come undone because of me much more than I cared about my own orgasm-which was unlikely to occur this time anyway. I moved my hands from his shoulders to his lower back, splaying my fingers as I pushed him deeper inside me.
“Please…come for me. I want to make you come.” I hitched one leg up and over his hip. I was nowhere near my own release, and it felt so fucking good that I would have been happy had it never ended, but end it must.
I bit down on his shoulder trying to stifle my frustrated growl and he was finished. His thrusts became erratic and then, with one last lunge, he finally stilled. His seed spilled inside the condom and the sexiest growl I’d ever heard fell from his lips along with my name.
He panted against my neck while he recovered and, when his breathing finally evened out, he made his way back to my mouth, kissing me tenderly before rolling off of me. I expected him to go clean himself up or fall asleep or something, but he had other plans. He moved back to me, hovering over half of me. His magic fingers slipped back inside me and he immediately went back to pumping them in and out of me while his mouth licked and sucked and bit my breasts.
Minutes later, I was close and panting again. He must have known that I needed a little extra stimulus to get me there because he started whispering words against my overheated skin-come for me, sweet girl…just let go…let me make you feel good…that’s it, baby-urging me on. My feet barely remained on solid ground but, despite all he was giving me, I needed more. In tune with me as usual, Edward slipped in another finger and made a ‘come here’ motion with his fingers, massaging my front wall.
Thrusting his fingers more deeply, I jumped and gasped as he suddenly hit a spot deep inside me that sent tingles throughout my body. It was almost too much for me to take--or not enough--I wasn’t sure. He hit the spot again and again while pressing his thumb against my clit and the dam burst. Pleasure radiated out of me in waves that I never wanted to end. He kept up his motions, helping drag out my orgasm. As I came back down to earth, he gradually slowed his movements. Kissing me again, he withdrew his fingers.
He went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself up before returning with a damp washcloth that he used to gently clean me up. I was slightly embarrassed by it, but too exhausted just then to care. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be much blood. He tossed washcloth to the floor and crawled onto the bed beside me. Together we managed to pull the blankets out from underneath of us, drawing them over our still naked bodies. When we were both covered, he pulled me close to him so that I was cuddled into his side. He kissed my head and sighed.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Acting a bit bolder than I normally would have, I silenced him with a kiss. “I’m better than okay, thanks. I am fabulous, magnificent, perfect, awesome.”
I gazed at him from under my lashes--my smile much too big, but unable to be toned down or controlled--and then, like a fucking schoolgirl, I giggled. My hands flew to my mouth and my eyes got big as I blushed over my behavior. “Oh, my God! I am so sorry. I don’t know why I’m giggling.”
He laughed--at me or with me, I’m not sure--and then kissed my head again. “It’s okay, trust me. It’s better than okay. In fact, it’s kind of cute.”
“How long ‘til we can do it again?” I turned to him and asked once I had settled down. I was wrapped myself around him--my leg was resting just above his groin--and I felt him twitch and bump against the back of my thigh. My stomach clenched in anticipation of what I hoped would be round two.
“Not long if you keep rubbing against me like that.”
He rolled us over so that he was back on top and claimed my mouth as we began again. It was even better the second and third times around, with me finishing just before him each time. By the fourth time, however, I was more than a bit sore and he refused to touch me again until I had time to heal. Later, when we were in the shower and I was on my knees with him in my mouth--stopping every few moments to beg him to get inside of me--he took it back. I have to admit that it may have been pushing it. I could barely walk after.
~//~
The next several days passed in a passion and lust induced haze of sensation. We rarely ventured out of bed…or bothered with clothes when we did…ordering all of our meals in and refusing to answer the phone. The end of our vacation was drawing near and the closer we came to D-day, the more desperate and needy our lovemaking became.
Finally, the day before we were both supposed to return home-our last night together-Edward decided we needed to get out of bed and out of the room. He made reservations at the lodge’s restaurant while I silently inventoried the clothing in my luggage, trying-in vain, it turned out-to find something suitable to wear. Able to read me as always, he called in a favor on my behalf.
I know it was done with malevolence-stemming from his deep-rooted gentlemanly nature and need to take care of me-but I have to believe that had he known what he was unleashing on me when he asked his sister Alice to help me get ready for dinner, he wouldn’t have done it.
It wasn’t quite that bad. Alice was an incredibly sweet, kind-hearted girl, if just a bit too enthusiastic for my tastes. I really did like her, but being somewhat introverted and having been an only child, I wasn’t all that accustomed with girly bonding rituals. And she definitely struck me as the ‘sleepover, nail painting, hair braiding, gossiping about boys while listening to bad, girly, pop music’ type-it took some getting used to.
Alice showed up at the door and shoved a garment bag at Edward’s chest. She promptly kicked him out of his hotel room, but not before handing him a room key and informing him that he was to get dressed in her and Jasper’s room. Then she promptly closed the door in his face. His face as the door closed was priceless-he just stood there looking like, ‘what the fuck just happened?’ It, alone, was almost worth the day of torture that I was subjected to…almost. All alone with the impish girl--her sights set on me and Edward obviously not going to be any help in rescuing me--I sucked it up and suffered in silence. As she told me, repeatedly, throughout the day-beauty is pain…get used to it and quit squirming.
“Hi, Isabella!” she sang in greeting.
“Just Bella.”
“Well, Bella then. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Alice-Edward’s sister-but you already knew that. It’s about time my brother stopped hogging you. I was beginning to think I would never get to meet you…” She continued kept up a mostly one sided converstion while she looked through my clothes. She rattled on and on about anything and everything, hardly letting me get in a word edgewise let alone actually answer any of her questions.
She quickly finished going through my clothes-her pawing through my no frills, no fuss wardrobe only making me slightly more self-conscious-and reached the same conclusion that I had: I had nothing appropriate. “Good thing I already have a dress on its way for you.” What? “You go hop in the shower and I will see you when you get out.”
I was all poised to argue, but the doorbell rang.
“Oh!” she cried, clapping her hands in glee. “That’ll be your dress now! Off to the shower with you, missy. Tick, tock.”
I bit my tongue for what would be the first-of many-times that day and did as I was told while reminding myself that I was doing it for Edward. I wanted our last night to be special, and if I had to go through some kind of beauty torture with his sister--the Hitler of the fashion regime--to do it, I would.
It was our last night together, as the next day we were going our separate ways-no last names, no addresses, no phone numbers-absolutely no way to contact each other. I knew we were doing the right thing. It was only a vacation fling, something to look back on with fondness when we were older, I scolded myself for the hundred millionth time. Trying to make more of it than that would make it hurt that much more when we were both back home, reality descended, and it didn’t work out. I knew that, so why did just thinking about it cause my heart to break?
Standing in the shower--the most alone I had been in days--I finally gave in and allowed myself a few moments to grieve. I had to get it out before it hung like a cloud over the whole evening, threatening to rain on our night. I only allowed myself to cry for a few minutes before I disciplined my emotions and put away my tears. Finishing my shower, I wrapped myself in the fuzzy robe provided by the hotel, forced a smile on my face and stepped out into the room--where li’l Hitler lay in wait.
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Chapter 3
Chapter 1