Colette once said, "When she raises her eyelids it's as if she were taking
off all her clothes." And I totally get it now.
Sneaky McSneakster's POV
I don't get the paparazzi…at all…I mean, what exactly is it that they DO when
they aren't invading someone's privacy?
Anything?
Maybe they're plotting out who's privacy to invade next.
They seem more like the rubbing their belly button with their finger types to
me.
I don't know, maybe they just sit around with their thumbs up their asses for all
I know…I just wish they didn't know where Bella lived.
It was two o'clock in the freaking morning for Christ's sake and there were
STILL dick twats hanging out around the outskirts of her building, hoping for a
captured moment.
I was damn tired and my buzz was dying off so it really wasn't as fun as it had
been about an hour before when I was pretending to be a paparazzi too,
telling the other paparazzi that Miss Swan was seen over at the falafel stand
about four blocks away.
Hey, it worked on some of them.
I even saw the guy that had snapped my picture that night I was leaving Bella
after line dancing and I thought about grilling him about his relationship to
James, but then I thought about how I could use the fact that he didn't
recognize me to my advantage.
He stood there with his smoke hanging half way out of his mouth, clothes
falling off of him, holding his camera in his hand with a finger on the shutter
button like it was on the trigger of a gun, just in case Bella came out of the
building, so he could get that picture…the one that would most likely be his
pay dirt from some lamo-magazine.
I thought, wow, how exciting, Bella's walking out of her building, but then,
corrected myself from the sarcasm because I'd actually known the feeling of
excitement when she'd come out of that building myself, why wouldn't anyone
else feel it?
"So," I'd said to him, all slurry mouthed and blurry eyed.
Yeah, he'd definitely think I was legit.
He didn't acknowledge me, so I just kept talking. "You, uh, probably get a lot
of good shots of the hoity toities on this side of town, huh?"
"Yeah, maybe," he finally answered, taking the cigarette out of his mouth just
long enough to blow smoke in my face and then put it the tobacco filled paper
back into his mouth.
See? He was falling right into my trap.
"Got a lotta connections?"
He looked at me all cross eyed and what not and for a minute there, I
wondered if he was drunk too.
"A few."
I stuck my hands deep in to my pockets to keep them warm and nodded at
him. "What's your best ever, all time contact?"
"Look buddy…" he started, flicking his butt into the street but I assured him,
"Hey, I'm no pap, I'm just curious." I laughed a little at my own little nick name
for them, "New to town and all, ya know?"
He looked me up and down and saw I had no camera, so he said to me all
secret club like and all, "Well, I know this producer guy, right, he always gives
me tips on where Miss Swan is staying, stuff like that…" he looked around to
make sure no one was listening, then said, "he's a dick, quite frankly. I
wouldn't mind fucking his shit up some day…but it's not the time."
I wondered what he meant by that, and if he even knew that it was James who
he was dealing with.
It didn't matter, I was concocting yet another idea as the guy kept spewing
words.
"I have yet to catch Little Miss Goody Two Shoes in something REALLY
incriminating…" he gave me a cockeyed look then and said, "But she's bound
to fuck up at some point, right?"
Ass.
I mean seriously, calling Bella a good two shoes was like calling a Dove
a…Swallow.
Man, why'd you have to say swallow?
I looked up, I really needed to get up into that apartment.
This guy was pissing me off and I seriously considering that maybe I could get
to James through my pappy friend here...
My chubby, wubby, fitty fat friend.
Fitty fat, you know, stocky, but not obese.
Anyway…
I tried to work out in my head why James would out his own girlfriend like
that…and how did this guy NOT know James was his contact, or her
boyfriend for that matter? And why wasn't he questioning…
Okay, I had to assume these guys could care less about where the
information came from and mostly about the fact that they were just getting
leads and being paid well for the pics they took.
That was when I made note in my head of the guys "press" credentials, if you
can call them that, and figured I'd look him up and stalk his ass till I found
some dirt on our good friend, James.
Back in the present, I made a disgusting sound at my paparazzi pit fall and I'd
given up on getting in to see Bella. I was about to go home when I heard,
"Pssssst!"
Wha?
I looked around and didn't see anyone staring at me, so I figured I'd imagined
it, till I heard it again, louder this time.
"PSSSSSSST!"
"What the…"
"Go arrnnnnd the bick," the mysterious voice said out of nowhere in a muffled
kind of sounding way.
I looked around a bit more.
"Felix?"
"Shut it," he said out of the side of his mouth, still not looking at me, so I
played along, and leaned down like I was tying my shoes.
"Use the employee entrance, there's a key in the pocket of the service
uniform, take the service elevator up…she's been waiting all night."
He sounded pissed when he said that, as though the enormous crowd of
paparazzi was sent by ME or something.
"It's not like I kept her waiting on purpose," I said to my shoe.
"When someone like Miss Swan is waiting, you find a way, my friend."
Touché.
I didn't waste any more time when I got up and went around the side of the
building down the side alley, making sure my not so happy pappy friend
wasn't following me this time.
I slid into the worker's outfit and slipped my hand into the pocket. Sure
enough, a key was there and no one seemed to pay me any mind as I snuck
onto the service elevator and pushed the top floor button to ride up and see
my girl.
I shook my head to myself at that reference because she most certainly was
way more than just a girl.
I totally felt like James Bond and shit, by the way.
Felix was a sneaky motherfucker.
And he seemed quite loyal to Bella, which meant he was a-number-one in my
book.
As I stepped off of the elevator, Bella's door was right there and I wondered if
she's purchased that condo specifically for its close proximity to the service
elevator and just how many times she'd had to use it to escape the throws of
fucking idiots just like the ones downstairs.
I slid the key into its mate and quietly opened the door to Bella's apartment.
The lights were off and I had figured she'd fallen asleep, so I closed the door,
putting my hand against it as it closed hoping it would help keep the noise
down as I shut it tight.
Then wondered if maybe I should just go home because, I mean, what exactly
was I planning on doing?
Although, spooning with Bella sounded…really nice.
I took my shoes off just as the lights came on simultaneously as a scream
sounded through the room and I jumped back, losing my balance, falling on
my ass.
"Shit!" fuck!
My head banged against the door and I looked up to see Bella.
Standing in what I could only guess were her pajamas, and a baseball bat.
I mean, seriously, you couldn't really call what she was
wearing pajamas, right? Seeing how the shorts were like…bikini bottoms
made of silk, and the top was…
Holy mother of god, the top was…barely there.
I laughed as my dick taunted me by straining against my jeans.
And I'll be honest with you, I didn't even really try all that hard to hide it.
The smile OR the hard on.
"What the hell are you laughing at, Edward? I was about to wack you over the
head with this!" she scolded me, holding the bat out.
She was quite agitated, holding her other hand to her chest.
And really cute.
I held a hand up, trying to control the laughter, but it wasn't working.
"W…What did you think you were gonna do with that?"
She looked at it and then at herself and the way she was dressed and had to
laugh a little, herself.
She put the bat down and walked…no, this was scarier than walking…she
was purposefully striding over to me with this look on her face like…was she
gonna hurt me?
God I hope so.
Scared Bella might have been cute, but ready for some lovin' and no one's
gonna stop her Bella was…way beyond sexy.
I sat there. I'm pretty sure I backed up a smidge or two as she made her way
over to me in the skimpy, making my dick harder by the nano-second outfit
she had on, and then straddled me and sat down.
Painstakingly slow.
I breathed her in as her breasts grazed my nose.
Jesus.
She smelled good.
Did I mention that?
"You're late," she told me. Her voice seemed strained.
So did my pants.
I opened my mouth to talk but my voice was a little shaky. "I… to…the,
uh…there was…"
What in the hell? Was I even talking?
Bella lifted an eyebrow, making my lower region lift a little to grind and feel
some friction and I wondered for the umpteenth thousandth time how she did
that shit with a simple gesture of an eyebrow.
"Paaahhh….pappa…"
Mommy.
Why couldn't I control my own voice?
"Paparazzi?" she asked quietly and all I could do was nod because the way
she said that word…they didn't sound so much like assholes but more like,
flirtatious demons.
She devil.
She was a goddamn she devil.
"Why so nervous, Mr. Kuhmasen?" she teased, whispering into my ear and
not only was the hot breath of her words doing things to me that could only be
compared to the first time I ever had to get up in front of a group of people to
give a live speech…it was about saving the environment…ss…something
about an oil leak…I don't remember…my point is, my body stiffened and I was
nervous as hell, and in nothing but the best way.
The silky material she was wearing grazed me and made goose bumps rise
along my skin.
"It's just you, Bella," I responded. "I just…" I swallowed, positioning my hands
on her sides, my thumbs finding the hem of her top easily, feeling the soft skin
underneath.
"That's right, Edward, it's just me, Bella. Nothing to be afraid of."
And with that, she kissed me and I was thinking that I felt extremely over
dressed all of a sudden.
"It's kinda hard to remember that when you're wearing," I pulled at her barely
there top. "This," I said in between kisses.
She smiled against my lips. "You like it?"
My hands slid around to her back then and pulled her into me harder so I
could kiss her…harder. "I like it a lot."
Bella tugged at my shirt and I let her pull it off of me.
"Seems like every time I come here we're having sex on your floor, Bella," I
said smiling up at her and then she tossed the shirt somewhere behind her.
"I like exploring all parts of my apartment with you, Edward," she answered,
undoing my jeans.
It wasn't the first time, as you know, that I would think about how completely
over my head that I was with her.
I mean shit, I wasn't used to women talking like that. They usually just let me
run the show, and…quite frankly it wasn't usually while they were wearing
stuff like what Bella had on at the moment…generally we'd leave class, go
drinking together and end up back at someone's dorm.
The clothes would come off somehow and then just as quickly as it started, it
was over.
This was…slow, and…purposeful, and...completely different and damn if I
didn't like it. It was like, not ever knowing there was chocolate ice cream out
there, so all you ever ate was vanilla, then one day, someone says, dude, try
this, it's call "chocolate" and so you do…you try it, and damn if it's not the best
tasting ice cream. EVER.
Fucking chocolate.
My favorite.
Rocky Road, actually, but shit, why in the hell am I talking about ice cream?
"Bella," I whispered, reaching for her as she crawled backwards, pulling my
jeans off of me as she went.
"Yes?" she asked, slinking back up toward me, her hands grazing my calves,
my thighs, then my…
Jesus Christ.
"You have the most comfortable floors I've ever laid on."
Why the fuck was I even trying to talk?
She giggled and then before I knew it, her lips were engulfing the entire length
of my dick. And my…god was she good at that.
I mean, it's not like I'd never had a woman's mouth around me before…it's not
even like it hadn't ever been done well before…but I've said before, and I'll
say for a very long time to come, something about Bella doing…that…was
just…different somehow.
A long, heated, "Hmmmmmmmmmm," escaped me somehow and my whole
body relaxed as my head fall back against Bella's door and my eyes closed,
feeling her mouth stroke my shaft, stop at the head and then she would just
suck a little harder for good measure before descending back down again.
All, the way…down.
She was talented at sooooo many things, I was learning…and a tiny part of
me wondered if she'd ever done this professionally because god…damn she
was perfect.
That was when I got myself an idea.
An awful idea.
It was a wonderful awful idea, as the Grinch would say. Or rather, the narrator
of the Grinch, cause you know, the Grinch didn't actually talk hardly at all
through that whole entire movie...even in the one with Jim Carrey, he...oh hell,
you know what I mean.
"Bella?" I asked, leaning forward and I think that maybe she thought she was
doing something wrong, because she seemed to look disappointed in
stopping with her dick licking exercise.
I smiled at her, reassuringly and crawled up to her in all my naked glory.
When we were both on our knees and I'd gotten her out of her itty bitty
clothing coverage all together, I put my hands on either side of her face and
kissed her gently, then a little more urgently as her nipples barely pushed up
against my chest, ticklingly and teasingly.
I tasted her lips and let my tongue do the talking while her hand roamed my
stomach, then a little further down until she found my dick again and stroked
me softly, causing me to lose my breath for a second or two.
"Spread your legs," I whispered to her and she knew exactly what I was up to
because a smile crossed her lips that told me she was thinking something
along the lines of, "ohhhhh, yeah."
Barry White snuck into my head and I actually, physically shook his ass out
because the last thing I needed was another cheesy song stuck in my head
for the next week.
Bella gave me one of her oddball looks and I smirked a little at her because
finally…FINALLY I was gonna get to give her something as opposed to all the
goodness she'd been doling out onto me.
I scooted down so that I was laying under her and just gawked at the beauty
that was there above me before spreading her lips and tasting her there.
A hiss came from above me and Bella's legs began to spread even further as
she lowered herself onto my mouth and I thought about how she must have
looked, how she must have felt, and how incredibly fucking sexy as hell this
woman was.
Then I decided I needed to find something else to compare her sexiness to
because in all honesty...is hell REALLY sexy? I'm thinking no.
Anyway...
My tongue delved into her and small harmonious moans escaped her, I
dipped a finger or two into her while I teased her clit with my tongue and her
breathing became erratic. I pulled my mouth away only long enough to blow
on her clit a little and she twitched and turned to give me better access
to...justeverything.
I moved my hands to her ass and pulled her into my like I was in some
wacked out make out session with her nether regions and I was so damn hard
for her that I almost couldn't wait much longer when suddenly I felt her do this
twisty turny thing above me and then her lips surrounded my dick again.
Soft, wet and hot lips, sucking, licking, playing, teasing.
"Unnnnnnf," I said, because I didn't want to remove my lips from Bella's folds,
but I was really trying to vocalize the word fuck…which I think she got
because again, came the soft giggles that vibrated up my shaft, to my
stomach and swallowed me whole.
When my fingers weren't inside of Bella, I let them roam her legs, her back,
her ass cheeks even and I felt the same goose bumps I'd felt whenever she
touched me like that.
It made me feel like we'd connected in a whole new goose bumpy sort of way
in addition to all the other ways I felt connected to her as well, and that made
me even more so glad that I hadn't steered clear of her after James's lame as
hell threats.
That's me...
Edward Cullen, excellent executive decision maker extraordinaire.
When I felt Bella's tongue on my balls, I suddenly was pulled out of my self
promoting moment that I was having and I felt the familiar churning begin to
take over, causing my tongue to push deeper into her folds and my fingers to
find a home too, swirling around the swollen, wet clit in between those folds.
Her legs began to shake a little and her hips rolled against me as she came
and I was right behind her.
Bella doesn't flinch when it comes to all things sexually, and apparently isn't
afraid to swallow cum, either.
Or at least, my cum.
I didn't wanna think about whether she'd ever swallowed James's probable
zero sperm count cum and yet there I was, thinking about it.
I shook the thoughts from my mind and just enjoyed the moment as she
sucked a little harder at the tip and then laid her head on my thigh, trailing her
fingers up and down my leg a little.
I rolled her over and joined her by laying beside her perfectly put together
form on the plush carpet, asking, "Was that…you know...?"
"It was so much much more than…anything, Edward, thank you," she told me,
not allowing me to finish my inane question.
"Ditto," I said to her, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, taking her hand into mine
and bringing them to my lips, kissing the back of her fingers, one at a time.
She took in a deep breath and then asked me if I wanted something to drink
and I absolutely did, so we went to her kitchen, naked as jay birds, just
standing there, sharing a can of Pepsi Max and I told her, "I met a guy
downstairs, I think he's gonna be helpful in our Operation put James out of
commission project."
Probably not the best conversation to have while naken in Bella's presence,
but hey, I'm learning as I go here.
She raised an eyebrow as I took another drink and then she started to pull
something out of the fridge.
So Bella likes pudding after sex…note to self.
"A paparazzi?" she asked and I nodded. I didn't want to tell her too much
about my conversation with the guy, it would spoil the overall surprise ending I
was planning, which was my own personal side project to the whole, destroy
James project we all had going on.
"He doesn't know it of course," I smiled devilishly and Bella's eyes brightened
as she took a spoonful of chocolate jello pudding into her mouth.
The same mouth that had just given me pleasure that I hadn't known existed
before meeting her.
I licked my lips involuntarily and then asked, "So, now what," as I stepped
toward her, stealing her spoon and taking a bite of what looked to be filling her
with serious post coital blissfulness.
"Now," she said, glancing at the clock.
It was later, or shall I say, earlier than I thought it was.
Time flies, I guess.
'Cause you know, I was definitely having fun.
"You go home and get ready, because today is when we find out if the critics
loved us, or if we need to go searching for new jobs."
I put a spoonful of chocolatey goodness into her mouth and said, "I really hate
leaving right after…" I nodded to her entryway. "You know...I feel like I'm
making a booty call or something."
Bella laughed. "Booty call? Edward, really, we're in the year 2000, I don't think
people even use that word anymore."
I smiled at her playfulness and then took the pudding and the spoon away all
together. I placed them both onto her counter and then I wrapped my hands
around her waist and kissed her again.
"Either way," I said. "I don't like leaving you."
"So next time, bring an overnight bag. We can work around the picture
hounds."
"Felix seems to have an A-game when it comes to that, the guy was
all…double oh seven when I finally made it over to your building."
"Felix is a good friend," she said and then I got dressed, almost falling over
while I watched Bella do the same. I mean geeze, the way her ass cheeks
peeked out of the bottoms of her "PJ's", they were teasing me, mocking me
for not bringing that over night bag this time.
We'll meet again, soon, ass cheeks.
As I left, I started to give Bella her apartment key back but she pushed my
hand away.
"You might need it again," she smiled and I gripped it like it was the holy grail
or something.
"You should be able to get out of here the same way you came in, just follow
the back streets a few blocks and you'll know where you are."
Yeah, sneaking around with Bella, was just all kinds of win in my book.
I leaned in and kissed her one more time and told her, "You were brilliant last
night." This awarded me the brightest of bright Bella smiles as she said,
"Thanks," before I took off and told her I'd see her at the station. Then I
headed down the service elevator, out the back entrance and down the
alleyways until I was a good five blocks away.
After that I made my way back to the main streets, stopping for a street
vendor breakfast of champions and a text to Bella to officially be the first
person to tell her good morning when she woke up.
I felt good, and alive, and like nothing could tamper with the insane
relationship I suddenly had found myself in with a ridiculously famously hot
actress, who also just happened to be the sweetest, most perfect woman I'd
ever had the pleasure of being with.
And I smiled the whole way home.
off all her clothes." And I totally get it now.
Sneaky McSneakster's POV
I don't get the paparazzi…at all…I mean, what exactly is it that they DO when
they aren't invading someone's privacy?
Anything?
Maybe they're plotting out who's privacy to invade next.
They seem more like the rubbing their belly button with their finger types to
me.
I don't know, maybe they just sit around with their thumbs up their asses for all
I know…I just wish they didn't know where Bella lived.
It was two o'clock in the freaking morning for Christ's sake and there were
STILL dick twats hanging out around the outskirts of her building, hoping for a
captured moment.
I was damn tired and my buzz was dying off so it really wasn't as fun as it had
been about an hour before when I was pretending to be a paparazzi too,
telling the other paparazzi that Miss Swan was seen over at the falafel stand
about four blocks away.
Hey, it worked on some of them.
I even saw the guy that had snapped my picture that night I was leaving Bella
after line dancing and I thought about grilling him about his relationship to
James, but then I thought about how I could use the fact that he didn't
recognize me to my advantage.
He stood there with his smoke hanging half way out of his mouth, clothes
falling off of him, holding his camera in his hand with a finger on the shutter
button like it was on the trigger of a gun, just in case Bella came out of the
building, so he could get that picture…the one that would most likely be his
pay dirt from some lamo-magazine.
I thought, wow, how exciting, Bella's walking out of her building, but then,
corrected myself from the sarcasm because I'd actually known the feeling of
excitement when she'd come out of that building myself, why wouldn't anyone
else feel it?
"So," I'd said to him, all slurry mouthed and blurry eyed.
Yeah, he'd definitely think I was legit.
He didn't acknowledge me, so I just kept talking. "You, uh, probably get a lot
of good shots of the hoity toities on this side of town, huh?"
"Yeah, maybe," he finally answered, taking the cigarette out of his mouth just
long enough to blow smoke in my face and then put it the tobacco filled paper
back into his mouth.
See? He was falling right into my trap.
"Got a lotta connections?"
He looked at me all cross eyed and what not and for a minute there, I
wondered if he was drunk too.
"A few."
I stuck my hands deep in to my pockets to keep them warm and nodded at
him. "What's your best ever, all time contact?"
"Look buddy…" he started, flicking his butt into the street but I assured him,
"Hey, I'm no pap, I'm just curious." I laughed a little at my own little nick name
for them, "New to town and all, ya know?"
He looked me up and down and saw I had no camera, so he said to me all
secret club like and all, "Well, I know this producer guy, right, he always gives
me tips on where Miss Swan is staying, stuff like that…" he looked around to
make sure no one was listening, then said, "he's a dick, quite frankly. I
wouldn't mind fucking his shit up some day…but it's not the time."
I wondered what he meant by that, and if he even knew that it was James who
he was dealing with.
It didn't matter, I was concocting yet another idea as the guy kept spewing
words.
"I have yet to catch Little Miss Goody Two Shoes in something REALLY
incriminating…" he gave me a cockeyed look then and said, "But she's bound
to fuck up at some point, right?"
Ass.
I mean seriously, calling Bella a good two shoes was like calling a Dove
a…Swallow.
Man, why'd you have to say swallow?
I looked up, I really needed to get up into that apartment.
This guy was pissing me off and I seriously considering that maybe I could get
to James through my pappy friend here...
My chubby, wubby, fitty fat friend.
Fitty fat, you know, stocky, but not obese.
Anyway…
I tried to work out in my head why James would out his own girlfriend like
that…and how did this guy NOT know James was his contact, or her
boyfriend for that matter? And why wasn't he questioning…
Okay, I had to assume these guys could care less about where the
information came from and mostly about the fact that they were just getting
leads and being paid well for the pics they took.
That was when I made note in my head of the guys "press" credentials, if you
can call them that, and figured I'd look him up and stalk his ass till I found
some dirt on our good friend, James.
Back in the present, I made a disgusting sound at my paparazzi pit fall and I'd
given up on getting in to see Bella. I was about to go home when I heard,
"Pssssst!"
Wha?
I looked around and didn't see anyone staring at me, so I figured I'd imagined
it, till I heard it again, louder this time.
"PSSSSSSST!"
"What the…"
"Go arrnnnnd the bick," the mysterious voice said out of nowhere in a muffled
kind of sounding way.
I looked around a bit more.
"Felix?"
"Shut it," he said out of the side of his mouth, still not looking at me, so I
played along, and leaned down like I was tying my shoes.
"Use the employee entrance, there's a key in the pocket of the service
uniform, take the service elevator up…she's been waiting all night."
He sounded pissed when he said that, as though the enormous crowd of
paparazzi was sent by ME or something.
"It's not like I kept her waiting on purpose," I said to my shoe.
"When someone like Miss Swan is waiting, you find a way, my friend."
Touché.
I didn't waste any more time when I got up and went around the side of the
building down the side alley, making sure my not so happy pappy friend
wasn't following me this time.
I slid into the worker's outfit and slipped my hand into the pocket. Sure
enough, a key was there and no one seemed to pay me any mind as I snuck
onto the service elevator and pushed the top floor button to ride up and see
my girl.
I shook my head to myself at that reference because she most certainly was
way more than just a girl.
I totally felt like James Bond and shit, by the way.
Felix was a sneaky motherfucker.
And he seemed quite loyal to Bella, which meant he was a-number-one in my
book.
As I stepped off of the elevator, Bella's door was right there and I wondered if
she's purchased that condo specifically for its close proximity to the service
elevator and just how many times she'd had to use it to escape the throws of
fucking idiots just like the ones downstairs.
I slid the key into its mate and quietly opened the door to Bella's apartment.
The lights were off and I had figured she'd fallen asleep, so I closed the door,
putting my hand against it as it closed hoping it would help keep the noise
down as I shut it tight.
Then wondered if maybe I should just go home because, I mean, what exactly
was I planning on doing?
Although, spooning with Bella sounded…really nice.
I took my shoes off just as the lights came on simultaneously as a scream
sounded through the room and I jumped back, losing my balance, falling on
my ass.
"Shit!" fuck!
My head banged against the door and I looked up to see Bella.
Standing in what I could only guess were her pajamas, and a baseball bat.
I mean, seriously, you couldn't really call what she was
wearing pajamas, right? Seeing how the shorts were like…bikini bottoms
made of silk, and the top was…
Holy mother of god, the top was…barely there.
I laughed as my dick taunted me by straining against my jeans.
And I'll be honest with you, I didn't even really try all that hard to hide it.
The smile OR the hard on.
"What the hell are you laughing at, Edward? I was about to wack you over the
head with this!" she scolded me, holding the bat out.
She was quite agitated, holding her other hand to her chest.
And really cute.
I held a hand up, trying to control the laughter, but it wasn't working.
"W…What did you think you were gonna do with that?"
She looked at it and then at herself and the way she was dressed and had to
laugh a little, herself.
She put the bat down and walked…no, this was scarier than walking…she
was purposefully striding over to me with this look on her face like…was she
gonna hurt me?
God I hope so.
Scared Bella might have been cute, but ready for some lovin' and no one's
gonna stop her Bella was…way beyond sexy.
I sat there. I'm pretty sure I backed up a smidge or two as she made her way
over to me in the skimpy, making my dick harder by the nano-second outfit
she had on, and then straddled me and sat down.
Painstakingly slow.
I breathed her in as her breasts grazed my nose.
Jesus.
She smelled good.
Did I mention that?
"You're late," she told me. Her voice seemed strained.
So did my pants.
I opened my mouth to talk but my voice was a little shaky. "I… to…the,
uh…there was…"
What in the hell? Was I even talking?
Bella lifted an eyebrow, making my lower region lift a little to grind and feel
some friction and I wondered for the umpteenth thousandth time how she did
that shit with a simple gesture of an eyebrow.
"Paaahhh….pappa…"
Mommy.
Why couldn't I control my own voice?
"Paparazzi?" she asked quietly and all I could do was nod because the way
she said that word…they didn't sound so much like assholes but more like,
flirtatious demons.
She devil.
She was a goddamn she devil.
"Why so nervous, Mr. Kuhmasen?" she teased, whispering into my ear and
not only was the hot breath of her words doing things to me that could only be
compared to the first time I ever had to get up in front of a group of people to
give a live speech…it was about saving the environment…ss…something
about an oil leak…I don't remember…my point is, my body stiffened and I was
nervous as hell, and in nothing but the best way.
The silky material she was wearing grazed me and made goose bumps rise
along my skin.
"It's just you, Bella," I responded. "I just…" I swallowed, positioning my hands
on her sides, my thumbs finding the hem of her top easily, feeling the soft skin
underneath.
"That's right, Edward, it's just me, Bella. Nothing to be afraid of."
And with that, she kissed me and I was thinking that I felt extremely over
dressed all of a sudden.
"It's kinda hard to remember that when you're wearing," I pulled at her barely
there top. "This," I said in between kisses.
She smiled against my lips. "You like it?"
My hands slid around to her back then and pulled her into me harder so I
could kiss her…harder. "I like it a lot."
Bella tugged at my shirt and I let her pull it off of me.
"Seems like every time I come here we're having sex on your floor, Bella," I
said smiling up at her and then she tossed the shirt somewhere behind her.
"I like exploring all parts of my apartment with you, Edward," she answered,
undoing my jeans.
It wasn't the first time, as you know, that I would think about how completely
over my head that I was with her.
I mean shit, I wasn't used to women talking like that. They usually just let me
run the show, and…quite frankly it wasn't usually while they were wearing
stuff like what Bella had on at the moment…generally we'd leave class, go
drinking together and end up back at someone's dorm.
The clothes would come off somehow and then just as quickly as it started, it
was over.
This was…slow, and…purposeful, and...completely different and damn if I
didn't like it. It was like, not ever knowing there was chocolate ice cream out
there, so all you ever ate was vanilla, then one day, someone says, dude, try
this, it's call "chocolate" and so you do…you try it, and damn if it's not the best
tasting ice cream. EVER.
Fucking chocolate.
My favorite.
Rocky Road, actually, but shit, why in the hell am I talking about ice cream?
"Bella," I whispered, reaching for her as she crawled backwards, pulling my
jeans off of me as she went.
"Yes?" she asked, slinking back up toward me, her hands grazing my calves,
my thighs, then my…
Jesus Christ.
"You have the most comfortable floors I've ever laid on."
Why the fuck was I even trying to talk?
She giggled and then before I knew it, her lips were engulfing the entire length
of my dick. And my…god was she good at that.
I mean, it's not like I'd never had a woman's mouth around me before…it's not
even like it hadn't ever been done well before…but I've said before, and I'll
say for a very long time to come, something about Bella doing…that…was
just…different somehow.
A long, heated, "Hmmmmmmmmmm," escaped me somehow and my whole
body relaxed as my head fall back against Bella's door and my eyes closed,
feeling her mouth stroke my shaft, stop at the head and then she would just
suck a little harder for good measure before descending back down again.
All, the way…down.
She was talented at sooooo many things, I was learning…and a tiny part of
me wondered if she'd ever done this professionally because god…damn she
was perfect.
That was when I got myself an idea.
An awful idea.
It was a wonderful awful idea, as the Grinch would say. Or rather, the narrator
of the Grinch, cause you know, the Grinch didn't actually talk hardly at all
through that whole entire movie...even in the one with Jim Carrey, he...oh hell,
you know what I mean.
"Bella?" I asked, leaning forward and I think that maybe she thought she was
doing something wrong, because she seemed to look disappointed in
stopping with her dick licking exercise.
I smiled at her, reassuringly and crawled up to her in all my naked glory.
When we were both on our knees and I'd gotten her out of her itty bitty
clothing coverage all together, I put my hands on either side of her face and
kissed her gently, then a little more urgently as her nipples barely pushed up
against my chest, ticklingly and teasingly.
I tasted her lips and let my tongue do the talking while her hand roamed my
stomach, then a little further down until she found my dick again and stroked
me softly, causing me to lose my breath for a second or two.
"Spread your legs," I whispered to her and she knew exactly what I was up to
because a smile crossed her lips that told me she was thinking something
along the lines of, "ohhhhh, yeah."
Barry White snuck into my head and I actually, physically shook his ass out
because the last thing I needed was another cheesy song stuck in my head
for the next week.
Bella gave me one of her oddball looks and I smirked a little at her because
finally…FINALLY I was gonna get to give her something as opposed to all the
goodness she'd been doling out onto me.
I scooted down so that I was laying under her and just gawked at the beauty
that was there above me before spreading her lips and tasting her there.
A hiss came from above me and Bella's legs began to spread even further as
she lowered herself onto my mouth and I thought about how she must have
looked, how she must have felt, and how incredibly fucking sexy as hell this
woman was.
Then I decided I needed to find something else to compare her sexiness to
because in all honesty...is hell REALLY sexy? I'm thinking no.
Anyway...
My tongue delved into her and small harmonious moans escaped her, I
dipped a finger or two into her while I teased her clit with my tongue and her
breathing became erratic. I pulled my mouth away only long enough to blow
on her clit a little and she twitched and turned to give me better access
to...justeverything.
I moved my hands to her ass and pulled her into my like I was in some
wacked out make out session with her nether regions and I was so damn hard
for her that I almost couldn't wait much longer when suddenly I felt her do this
twisty turny thing above me and then her lips surrounded my dick again.
Soft, wet and hot lips, sucking, licking, playing, teasing.
"Unnnnnnf," I said, because I didn't want to remove my lips from Bella's folds,
but I was really trying to vocalize the word fuck…which I think she got
because again, came the soft giggles that vibrated up my shaft, to my
stomach and swallowed me whole.
When my fingers weren't inside of Bella, I let them roam her legs, her back,
her ass cheeks even and I felt the same goose bumps I'd felt whenever she
touched me like that.
It made me feel like we'd connected in a whole new goose bumpy sort of way
in addition to all the other ways I felt connected to her as well, and that made
me even more so glad that I hadn't steered clear of her after James's lame as
hell threats.
That's me...
Edward Cullen, excellent executive decision maker extraordinaire.
When I felt Bella's tongue on my balls, I suddenly was pulled out of my self
promoting moment that I was having and I felt the familiar churning begin to
take over, causing my tongue to push deeper into her folds and my fingers to
find a home too, swirling around the swollen, wet clit in between those folds.
Her legs began to shake a little and her hips rolled against me as she came
and I was right behind her.
Bella doesn't flinch when it comes to all things sexually, and apparently isn't
afraid to swallow cum, either.
Or at least, my cum.
I didn't wanna think about whether she'd ever swallowed James's probable
zero sperm count cum and yet there I was, thinking about it.
I shook the thoughts from my mind and just enjoyed the moment as she
sucked a little harder at the tip and then laid her head on my thigh, trailing her
fingers up and down my leg a little.
I rolled her over and joined her by laying beside her perfectly put together
form on the plush carpet, asking, "Was that…you know...?"
"It was so much much more than…anything, Edward, thank you," she told me,
not allowing me to finish my inane question.
"Ditto," I said to her, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, taking her hand into mine
and bringing them to my lips, kissing the back of her fingers, one at a time.
She took in a deep breath and then asked me if I wanted something to drink
and I absolutely did, so we went to her kitchen, naked as jay birds, just
standing there, sharing a can of Pepsi Max and I told her, "I met a guy
downstairs, I think he's gonna be helpful in our Operation put James out of
commission project."
Probably not the best conversation to have while naken in Bella's presence,
but hey, I'm learning as I go here.
She raised an eyebrow as I took another drink and then she started to pull
something out of the fridge.
So Bella likes pudding after sex…note to self.
"A paparazzi?" she asked and I nodded. I didn't want to tell her too much
about my conversation with the guy, it would spoil the overall surprise ending I
was planning, which was my own personal side project to the whole, destroy
James project we all had going on.
"He doesn't know it of course," I smiled devilishly and Bella's eyes brightened
as she took a spoonful of chocolate jello pudding into her mouth.
The same mouth that had just given me pleasure that I hadn't known existed
before meeting her.
I licked my lips involuntarily and then asked, "So, now what," as I stepped
toward her, stealing her spoon and taking a bite of what looked to be filling her
with serious post coital blissfulness.
"Now," she said, glancing at the clock.
It was later, or shall I say, earlier than I thought it was.
Time flies, I guess.
'Cause you know, I was definitely having fun.
"You go home and get ready, because today is when we find out if the critics
loved us, or if we need to go searching for new jobs."
I put a spoonful of chocolatey goodness into her mouth and said, "I really hate
leaving right after…" I nodded to her entryway. "You know...I feel like I'm
making a booty call or something."
Bella laughed. "Booty call? Edward, really, we're in the year 2000, I don't think
people even use that word anymore."
I smiled at her playfulness and then took the pudding and the spoon away all
together. I placed them both onto her counter and then I wrapped my hands
around her waist and kissed her again.
"Either way," I said. "I don't like leaving you."
"So next time, bring an overnight bag. We can work around the picture
hounds."
"Felix seems to have an A-game when it comes to that, the guy was
all…double oh seven when I finally made it over to your building."
"Felix is a good friend," she said and then I got dressed, almost falling over
while I watched Bella do the same. I mean geeze, the way her ass cheeks
peeked out of the bottoms of her "PJ's", they were teasing me, mocking me
for not bringing that over night bag this time.
We'll meet again, soon, ass cheeks.
As I left, I started to give Bella her apartment key back but she pushed my
hand away.
"You might need it again," she smiled and I gripped it like it was the holy grail
or something.
"You should be able to get out of here the same way you came in, just follow
the back streets a few blocks and you'll know where you are."
Yeah, sneaking around with Bella, was just all kinds of win in my book.
I leaned in and kissed her one more time and told her, "You were brilliant last
night." This awarded me the brightest of bright Bella smiles as she said,
"Thanks," before I took off and told her I'd see her at the station. Then I
headed down the service elevator, out the back entrance and down the
alleyways until I was a good five blocks away.
After that I made my way back to the main streets, stopping for a street
vendor breakfast of champions and a text to Bella to officially be the first
person to tell her good morning when she woke up.
I felt good, and alive, and like nothing could tamper with the insane
relationship I suddenly had found myself in with a ridiculously famously hot
actress, who also just happened to be the sweetest, most perfect woman I'd
ever had the pleasure of being with.
And I smiled the whole way home.
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