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"Edward," she gasped. "What are you doing?"
I chuckled as she tried to push me off of her. "I'm resting, Bella." I pushed my head into her chest, directly between her breasts so I could rub my face into them.
"Do you have to do it on top of me?" she asked, her voice high with nervousness.
We were moving into an apartment in Seattle. My things were all here already. My parents and I had moved them during the weekend when Bella was at her final weekend shift at Newton's. Good riddance! I rode up with Emmett with a load of Bella's things and Charlie rode up with Bella and another load. Emmett and Charlie would be riding home together, which left the Volvo here for us, and scared me shitless. I paid Emmett off to keep his mouth shut to Charlie, but I didn't know if it was going to work.
Both Bella and I had been accepted to the University of Washington, by some miraculous wonder. She had the grades, she was brilliant, and she was granted a full-ride scholarship, accepted without question. I was surprised to get my acceptance letter before her, short hours but still before her. My dad didn't even have to bribe anyone.
Oddly enough, U of W was where Bella wanted to go. It was a good school and close to home. She repeatedly said she didn't care, but I noticed the way she would glance at the brochures while telling me about other college options. I didn't fail to notice that she filled out the U of W application first either. I'd heard her scream from inside the house when she'd went to get the mail that day.
I remember running outside, looking for blood and internal organs. All that was there was my Bella kneeling on the wet grass with a piece of paper held in front of her like she was praying to it.
"Jesus Christ," I growled, "you nearly gave me a fucking heart attack."
She didn't even hear me. Her eyes were darting from left to right as she read the letter, back and forth they went and her mouth kept repeating the same words quietly, "You've been accepted to join the University of Washington." Over and over she muttered those words to herself.
Then her eyes flashed up towards the door. "Edward, you're not going to believe it," she called towards the house.
I chuckled at her obliviousness. "Right here, love," I stated, stepping into her immediate line of sight.
She looked like she might fall down again as she tried to stand, but she was all power when she finally rose to her feet. She ran at me and I braced for the impact. She threw herself into my arms and I caught her. Her arms wove tightly around my neck and her legs came to cinch around my waist.
"I got in, Edward. University of Washington. I'm going to be a Husky. Scholarship. Love you. Got in." Between each sentence, she was planting kisses on my face.
I kissed her hard on the lips once with a chuckle. "That's fantastic. I got my acceptance letter this afternoon."
She pulled back from me so fast I had to take a step to re-balance us. "What?" she asked. "Why-why didn't you tell me?" she stuttered.
I half smiled at her. "I figured yours would come today too." I shrugged my shoulders. "Your excitement definitely trumps mine."
Despite her scowl, she made sounds of utter happiness. "Oh God," she gasped, pressing her lips to mine forcefully. "Oh my God," she gasped louder yet when she pulled away. Her wide eyes held mine. "We're going to college."
Her lips crushed to mine with more force than I'd been greeted to in a long time. I willingly took her tongue in my mouth and grunted as she pulled my hair. I blindly started carrying her into the house, never putting distance between our lips. She moaned into my mouth as I pressed her into the hallway wall and ground against her. I breathlessly moved my lips to her throat and my ears were greeted to her breathless moans and pants while she tried to claw my shirt off, which didn't work in this position. I carried her to the couch and pushed her into it.
"If I'd have known how excited you got over acceptance letters, I'd have been forging them and sending them to you for months," I joked while I tossed my shirt to the floor.
"Shut up, Edward," she begged, pulling me back into her arms and to her lips.
My memory was broken by real life Bella squirming beneath me. "What are you thinking about?" she asked accusingly.
I smirked, rubbing my erection against her. "The night you got your acceptance letter."
I watched her eyes glaze over as she thought back to that night. Neither of us would be forgetting it anytime soon. It had been… monumental. I still couldn't remember whether I'd shut the front door completely, neither of us had any idea what time it had been, and we had sex in the Swan house. We broke our one rule. Chief Swan had come home only fifteen minutes after we'd finished putting our clothes back on, and he was carrying the mail, inquiring about why it had been laying in the front lawn. Bella told him the good news, and Alice had come in wondering what all the squealing was about. When both of them started squealing together, I thought my head was going to explode, but I couldn't stop smiling at Bella's excitement.
"I still can't believe Charlie bought your lie," I said, rolling my eyes. "Your hair, to this day, has never been so sexed as that night." I snorted. "'I was so excited I was pulling it,'" I recounted her lie. I pushed my face back between her breasts, shaking it back and forth, laughing at the fact that Charlie had bought it.
She smacked my shoulder. "Shut up, Edward!"
I think the second those words escaped her lips, she'd regretted them. I pushed my erection into her hard and she bit her lip to muffle a moan. I could hear feet outside of our door but I didn't care. Even when our door opened, I didn't move my lusty stare from her eyes or cease the rocking motion of my hips.
"Oooh, can I join?" Emmett asked excitedly.
"No," I growled. I leaned down and started licked and biting at Bella's collarbones.
"Edward," she gasped, probably because I was dry humping her and making out with her collarbones right in front of Emmett. I hoped it was actually because she was enjoying it.
"Shut the door," I snarled at Emmett, not turning my head in his direction what so ever.
I heard the door click closed. I moved my lips to Bella's shirt and bra-covered breast and bit down on her nipple while my hands spread her legs around my hips. "Edward," she said sharply, "you do realize he's still standing there."
I looked up and sure enough, Emmett was standing there with a cocky smile on his face. I glared. He just shrugged. "You told me to shut the door, man, you never said get out."
"Fuck me," I groaned.
"See, Bells, what did I tell you? He's always begging me," I heard Emmett say to her. I rolled off of Bella onto my back next to her. "Hey Edward?" he asked.
"What?" I snapped at him.
"Quit popping tents and get your ass downstairs to get the rest of the fucking boxes." I heard the door open and Emmett's heavy weight disappeared from the apartment. I chanced a look downwards and rolled my eyes at my very obvious erection.
When I heard footsteps outside the apartment again, I rolled off the bed onto the floor, knowing it wasn't Emmett this time. Charlie was being pretty calm about this sharing an apartment thing, him finding us in bed together already would hardly be a good thing.
I had just disappeared when the door opened. "Bells, what are you doing?" I heard Charlie ask.
"Oh, I just sat down for a minute, I'll be right down," she replied smoothly. In truth, I'd pushed her into our bed and fell on top of her, giddy with excitement and momentarily forgetting we weren't completely alone in our apartment yet.
"Where's Edward?"
"Probably in the bathroom or something," she hedged.
He grumbled something then said, "Well, you both need to hurry up. We're almost done."
As the apartment door closed yet again. I said, "Seahawks pre-season game is on today."
Bella did a Charlie-worthy grumble then said, "Should have figured."
I grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the bed. "Come on Bella, hurry up. If we get them out of here, we can break in the new apartment before the game starts."
She knew exactly what I meant, and I chuckled when she huffed and smacked my chest.
But we did just that. Unloading the rest of the boxes only took another hour and after a tearful goodbye from Bella, we were back in our apartment. Alone. Together. I think those two words flitted through both of our minds at the exact same moment because we both attacked simultaneously. By the time we were both worn out, the Seahawks were just kicking off and I kicked back on our sofa in my underwear to watch. Bella was on the floor unpacking boxes in nothing but one of my white t-shirts and her skimpy panties. I'd felt bad and tried to help while watching the game, but she chased me away.
I had a feeling a halftime tradition was starting as she crawled across the floor towards me the second halftime was announced. By the time the game was back on, neither of us was even thinking about moving and she dozed on my chest while I finished watching the game. When it ended, I turned it off and the room went dark. That night, we went out for dinner, then broke in the kitchen. We were three rooms down in one night, and I had a feeling our bathroom would be joining the following morning.
– – –
It was hard to believe how quickly the weeks were passing. College was nothing like high school for me. I had Bella in my arms every night, in our king size bed instead of her tiny twin and no snoring Charlie across the hall. We made love like it was going out of style and actually put a hole in the wall. We took the head board off the bed after that.
The actual education was really very stimulating. I'd had my eyes set on a path over the summer and now that I was here, I was sure physical therapy is what I wanted to do. If I couldn't be an athlete, I wanted to somehow be involved. And medicine was in my roots. Dad was thrilled, to say the least, with my decision.
I'd been trying and trying to get Bella to spill on her dreams, but she kept tight lips. On a random hump day night, while we humped on the kitchen table, which happened to be one of our favorite spots, she bit her lip. I'd thought she was just biting back a moan again and I sped up, watching her breasts bounce and listening to our bodies slapping together.
She grabbed my hip though and stopped me. Her brow was wrinkled in a confusing way and she looked very indecisive. "Edward?" she asked. Like she didn't have my complete fucking attention. "I want to be a librarian," she blurted, then blushed all over.
She got fucked hard that night. Too many images of Bella the Librarian assaulted me. She seemed to have freed herself by telling me as well. She was uncharacteristically loud and demanding, which I thoroughly fucking enjoyed.
– – –
"Fuck, Drew, fuck, fuck me hard. Fuck. Fuck. Drew. Cumming. Uhn. Gah. Ummmm."
I cocked my eyebrow at Bella across the room. The neighbors were at it again. They seemed to enjoy staying in as much as Bella and I did. They were U of W students too, and boy did they get loud sometimes.
"Fuck, Cammie, your pussy's so good."
I was sitting on the couch, which was right against the wall that separated our apartments. They were literally fucking four inches from my head. What I assumed was a table was slamming rhythmically against the wall and 'Cammie' was still screeching away.
Bella had the end of her pen in her mouth, which would have seemed innocent enough, but I could see her tongue flicking over it and twirling around it. They way her lips puckered as she pushed the pen unconsciously further into her mouth and back out made me instantly hard.
"I'm feeling just slightly insignificant over here," I stated.
Bella's eyes sought mine and she gave me a questioning look. She only pulled the pen out to say, "What do you mean?" then put it back in.
"Well, first off, that lucky fucking pen is getting one hell of a blowjob over there. Secondly, you never scream like that bitch," I said, pointing to the wall. Currently, all I could hear was some seriously perverted breathing that would make a stalker jealous.
She glared, dropping her pen. "I was not giving the pen a blowjob." I didn't miss the defensive tone in her voice. I cocked my eyebrow at her again. "Was not," she retorted. She stood up and stalked over to me. "And I don't need to fake scream like a porn star. You know what you do to me," she said, running her fingers through my hair as she stood in front of me.
I leaned forward and hugged her hips, planting my face into her stomach. I nuzzled her shirt up so I could feel her warm skin on my face. My lips brushed against her skin as I spoke. "I don't think she's faking."
She gently grasped my hair and pulled my head back to look at her. "Do you think I'm faking?"
I shook my head. "No, I know you aren't faking. Just feeling… insecure, I guess."
"Do you think she's having better orgasms just because she's loud?" Bella asked. I shrugged. "Edward…" her eyebrows wrinkled together and she seemed to be searching for words. "Would it make you happy if I screamed like that?"
I know she felt me smiling against her stomach because she sighed in defeat. "Listen, love, I'm not saying you have to scream yourself hoarse or something, I would just really love for you to stop biting back the moans, and don't think I don't notice." I raised an eyebrow at her, she blushed. "I don't know what you heard, but I'm going to tell you flat out, dirty talking and loud orgasms are high on every man's list."
"You want me to talk dirty too?" she mumbled.
I just kissed her stomach, pulling some of her skin between my lips and running my teeth over it. "What were you thinking about when you had the pen in your mouth?" I asked her.
"Giving you a blowjob," she muttered honestly, sounding embarrassed.
"Mmm," I hummed into her stomach. "Are you ashamed to want to suck my cock, Bella?"
She gasped slightly and I pressed my lips harder to her, flicking my tongue against her skin. "No," she answered firmly.
"Good," I told her. "I love when you put my cock in your hot little mouth," I told her. I slid my hand from her hip down to between her thighs and I rubbed her through her pants. "I'm not ashamed to love eating your perfect pussy either. I love sliding my tongue inside of you and tasting how hot I make you."
She moaned at my words and wrapped her fingers into my hair, pulling my face closer to her and bucking her hips slightly.
"See, love, it isn't hard. Don't you like it when I talk dirty to you?"
"Yes," she answered in a half moan.
I kissed her stomach a final time, swirling my tongue in her bellybutton, then I stood up. My cock was pressed to her hip and her pussy was pressed against my thigh as we stood there, pulling each other closer. "Talk dirty to me, Bella," I begged low into her ear.
"Edward," she half moaned again. "You make me so wet."
I hummed my approval. "I love feeling your wet panties, and smelling them, and tasting them. Sometimes I do it when you're not looking."
She gasped against my chest and her hips pressed hard into my thigh. "I love when you get hard and I love when you press your hard cock against me." I groaned, doing just that. "I don't care if we're naked or not, I love feeling it on me and then in me."
"I love when you get so horny, I can smell it."
"I love hearing you grunt my name in the shower, while I'm still in bed and you think I'm sleeping."
"Every morning I have class early, I jerk off in the shower thinking about you."
"I know. One time, I got so horny in class, halfway through I had to excuse myself to use the bathroom, and I fingered myself."
That one did me in, I was pushing her backwards with my body, I don't know where to, but we were lying down somewhere, right now. The middle of the sitting room floor is where we ended up, on the beige carpet.
"You fingered yourself in the girl's bathroom?" I asked, pulling her shirt over her head.
"It felt so good. I came just as a group of girls walked in. I was so horny thinking about what you'd done to me the night before, I didn't care if I had to cum in a public restroom."
"God," I groaned, pressing my lips to hers and fucking her mouth with my tongue.
When I pulled away, she said, "Your turn."
I impatiently unclasped her bra – which I was a pro at by now – and tossed it across the room. "You have the most amazing tits in the world."
I palmed them and teased her hard nipples. "I love sucking your dick and making you cum in my mouth. You taste so good."
She was trumping me. I could feel my cock twitching with every dirty word that came out of her mouth. I was straddling her stomach as I fondled her breasts and she pulled my shirt off.
"I stole a pair of your exceptionally wet panties a week ago and brought them with me to class. I sniffed them when no one was looking and when I got home, I jerked off with them and came all over the wet stain you'd left."
She groaned and pressed her hands against the bulge in my jeans, stroking along my length. "You're obsessed with my panties… I had no idea."
"I'm obsessed with your pussy," I corrected.
She giggled and pulled my jeans open. "Sometimes when we're having sex, I think about you in a doctor's coat. I almost called you Dr. Cullen once."
I groaned. "I think about fucking you as a naughty librarian all the fucking time. Books everywhere, you yelling at me to be quiet, you pressed up against shelves. God, I fucking love it."
She pulled my jeans down my hips and I stood up, removing them completely, then did the same for her. I straddled her waist again, wanting this to go forever.
"I have a dirty book hidden between the mattress and box spring."
"A dirty book?" I asked.
She nodded. "Smut, erotic literature, a dirty book, Edward. I don't need it to turn me on or anything, just sometimes, it gives me ideas."
"What ideas?"
She blushed. "Anal sex."
I think I full out moaned at those two words. I slid down her body, lining up our lips and kissing her until we were both breathless.
"Your turn," she prompted.
"I've thought about anal sex too," I admitted.
She shook her head. "That's cheating. Tell me something else."
"I still want to watch you touch yourself," I said, recalling that that was the one thing we still hadn't done in front of each other, not completely.
"Okay," she said, which sounded like an agreement to me. "I still want to watch you touch yourself too." She held her hand out to stop me when I started to tell her that she was cheating now. "The sounds you make, the grunting, the groaning, the moaning, it makes me the horniest. I usually cum the hardest and fastest when you're grunting in my ear."
"Hearing you scream that you're cumming all over my cock would make me cum on the spot."
"Fuck me." Her hands wrapped around my cock as she said those two words and I almost lost it. She hardly ever swore. 'Fuck' was the one word she could say that would make me obey immediately. I couldn't say no to that, ever.
She moaned loudly as I slid all the way into her with one long thrust and I dug my fingers into the carpet on either side of her head. "Edward," she moaned, again, loudly. "You're so big."
I grunted her name into her ear and her nails dug hard into my shoulders as she moaned loudly again. "You're so wet," I groaned at her. She really was. Her girly-cum was all over my balls with two slow thrusts.
I was hardly moving and she was being the loudest she'd ever been. She was letting go and it was driving me fucking wild. "Bella," I grunted again.
"Edward," she squealed, wrapping her legs tightly around my hips and grinding on me. I thrust into her with three short strokes, grunting with each one and she cried my name loudly again. Her hands landed down on the floor and her whole upper body arched up. She was pushing her chest up into mine, moaning loudly and breathily over my shoulder. Her pussy spasmed hard and she collapsed back down to the floor.
While she panted and came back from that unexpectedly quick orgasm, I slowly kept thrusting into her, just watching her by the light of the muted TV. She slowly looked back up at me.
"I love when you fuck me hard," she told me. I groaned. "I love feeling your balls slapping against me." I grunted out her name and an expletive as I started to pick up our pace again. She gripped my biceps. "I love when you cum in my pussy. I love feeling your cock twitch and the way you always fuck me deep when you cum." I grunted her name again, helpless against her words. "I love when you cum right after I do. Almost every time, I orgasm again from feeling you get off in me."
I slammed into her hard and she moaned out my name shrilly. "Do you want me to fuck you hard and deep, Bella?" I grunted at her.
"Yes," she cried. "Yes, fuck me hard. God, you're so big. Fuck me deeper, Edward. Yes."
It satisfied so many cravings to have her saying these things to me. I gave it to her like she wanted, hard and deep and she came with an earsplitting squeal that the whole apartment complex had to hear. I fought back my own orgasm, sitting back on my heels with her legs braced behind me, my hands holding her up by her hips, and continued to fuck her.
"I love watching my cock slide into your tight, wet pussy," I moaned to her, watching just that.
"Cum in my pussy, Edward," she begged.
It was tempting, but I wasn't ready for this to end quite yet. "All in good time, love. I think you still have a couple of wall shaking orgasms to give me yet."
I worried she was going to get rug burn as I pushed into her hard again and her shoulders started to slide across the floor. I leaned down and pushed both of my arms underneath her shoulders to hold her off the carpet and in place while I continued to slam my groin into hers.
Even the sound of our bodies slapping together was seemingly louder than usual. Bella's moans were endless and loud and I was quickly losing it.
"God, Bella, I'm so close. I love feeling your hips bucking into me, feeling you rocking hard against me when I slam down into you. I love watching you rub your clit on me. I love hearing you moan so fucking loud. I'm so fucking close, I'm gonna cum."
I knew what was coming when her knees locked down against my hips. I shortened my thrusts as her pelvis titled up and she just fucking took me so deep as she clenched and released my cock. Her hands were pushing my face so hard into her neck I could hardly breathe and her moans were so loud next to my ear I thought my eardrum was going to burst, and I'd never been so fucking happy.
"Edward," she screamed. "I'm cumming so hard on your big cock. Cumming. I'm cumming so hard all over your cock!"
"Fuck," I roared, feeling my stomach lurch with the tightening sensation of the orgasm. "Fuck Bella, I'm cumming." I grunted and groaned loudly into her throat as my orgasm drew on and on.
Her moans never stopped as I pumped into her, shooting my load deep inside of her. I felt what I'd always assumed were residual tremors of her pussy, but she claimed it was another orgasm and I ground into her hard, which made her scream my name again.
I collapsed onto her panting and completely spent. I rolled so she was on top of me before pulling out. I expected her to sneak off to the bathroom like she always did to clean up, but she only sat up against my knees. It was odd that this was the first time I got to watch my cum drip out of her pussy. We always just fell asleep or she went to clean it away. I was altogether amazed with the sight, and much more turned on than I should have been after an orgasm like the one I'd just had.
I reached down and spread her folds. She clenched slightly at my touch and I watched a big drip of my cum slide from her pussy onto my stomach. I groaned.
"That's so fucking hot, watching my cum drip out of your pussy."
"Feels nice," she commented, pushing out another glob of my cum.
What sounded like a round of applause startled us and we both turned to look at the distant wall. It was definitely someone clapping and there was a "Woo!" too.
I chuckled and Bella blushed, biting her lip to hide a smile.
We showered together and upon stepping out, even more exhausted than before, I heard someone knocking on the door. I grabbed some pajama pants and t-shirt and scrubbed the towel through my hair quickly. The knocking came louder.
"I'm coming," I hollered, throwing the towel into the laundry basket.
I pulled the door open to a smirking female face. "Were you now? Didn't get your fill before?" I'm sure my confusion was evident on my face. "You must be Edward," she said, stretching her hand forward, "I'm Cammie."
I couldn't help it, I laughed. I laughed as I shook her hand and noticed the male form behind her. "Then you must be Drew," I said, through my laughter. He shifted from one foot to the other and nodded.
"Edward?" I heard Bella call from the bedroom.
"Love, we have company," I yelled back, mostly as a warning. They could hear us fuck all they wanted, but they weren't seeing my Bella naked. "Come in," I offered.
They did and we waited for Bella. She came out of our bedroom in jeans and a sweatshirt and I rolled my eyes at her. We were ready for bed, but company meant no pajamas for her.
"Bella," I said, "this is Cammie and Drew, our neighbors." She stopped short, her face turning red, her eyes growing wide, then she shot me a glare.
Cammie pointed to the couch. "We can hear you sometimes, just barely. Our kitchen is right on the other side. You guys are usually so quiet, we felt bad, but you gave us a run for our money tonight." She seemed oblivious to Bella's embarrassment as she turned to her. "Did he seriously give you as many orgasms as it sounded like he did? I had to meet you two after that. We sometimes make films, but hearing you two, I wondered if we were the right couple to be making films."
The Drew fellow spoke up. "Cammie, I don't think they're interested." He nervously looked towards the door and I wondered if he was as uncomfortable as Bella.
"Er, yeah, sorry," I answered, "we aren't interested in any films."
"Regardless," said Cammie, waving her hand around, "I like you two. We should get coffee together. We are neighbors after all, we should be on friendly terms." With that, she waved goodbye and grabbed Drew's hand then skipped back through our door, closing it on her way out.
Bella gave me an odd look. "She's weird," she whispered. I nodded in agreement.
– – –
After the awkward meeting with the neighbors, we did end up having coffee with them once. Then they talked us into a local Halloween party. Drew, who seriously reminded me of James McAvoy, was a huge Trekkie and we somehow got forced into Star Trek attire. Admittedly, I never got into the whole ordeal but Bella's costume had me hard as fuck and I could hardly wait to make it home to rip that fucker off of her.
Thanksgiving and Christmas came quickly and went even quicker. Bella insisted on going home almost every other weekend to take care of Charlie and although I hated being separated from her, spending time with my parents was great. Seeing Jasper, Emmett, and Alice over Thanksgiving and Christmas break when we were all home for the holidays really made me happy too. I didn't even mind seeing Rosalie.
Jasper and Alice were both in California for college. They were at Davis, Jazz for a degree in History and Ali for a license to be a shrink – both of which seemed hilariously fitting for them. Rosalie had been accepted to some prestigious beauty program in New York and Emmett followed her out there, despite his distaste for all New York football teams. He played for NYU, and it was bittersweet for him to do something like that for Rose. I thought he was retarded for being with her anyway, but it was nice that he cared for someone that much.
I really did miss my friends, and for me, leaving after New Years was harder than leaving at the beginning of the school year. Though I certainly did miss the perks of my and Bella's apartment.
Valentine's Day was approaching quicker than I expected and I had no idea what I was getting Bella. Alice sent me a package of lingerie two weeks before the day. I glared at the contents, wondering if it was some sort of joke.
Edward, started the accompanying note from Alice,
I know you are clueless, so here are some items for your consideration. There is a box of Bella's favorite chocolates at the bottom, a list of her favorite flowers, and of course, as much skimpy lingerie in her size that would fit in this box. Have fun, and Happy Valentine's Day!
Love,
Jasper and Alice
I pulled the pieces out one by one, and one by one, I started slipping them into her underwear drawer, every day something new. The first pair she found confused her. I pretended to be reading, though I was really watching her face scrunch up in confusion as she held them in front of her body. Comprehension dawned on her face, and I still pretended to be absorbed with my book as she smirked and stuffed them back in her drawer.
I hadn't paid attention to which pair of what she took with her to the bathroom that day, but when classes were over and she slowly started unbuttoning her shirt for me in the apartment, the electric blue lacy number was staring me dead in the groin and I wrecked it quite efficiently in my haste to be inside of her.
Valentine's morning, I woke up alone in bed. I frowned at the note that was beside my head.
Edward, wrote Bella,
Happy Valentine's Day, I love you. I'm so sorry I wasn't here to show you how much this morning, but I had to study for a test today. After class I have to be in the Library for Mrs. Pettigrew. I love you, babe, please forgive me for ruining Valentine's Day. :(
~B
I sighed. Mrs. Pettigrew was taking advantage of Bella's willingness more and more these days. Bella volunteered her time down in the library lately. She loved it, though, and I couldn't be upset with her for doing what she loved.
Class drug on and on and I was missing Bella like crazy. Just as my classes ended, I got a text.
Love, I miss you. Come visit me, please. ~B
I jumped at the chance. She usually didn't want me in the library with her. I was always trying to sneak her to the back row of shelves though, and I can't say I blamed her for trying to keep me away. I was going to get her in trouble down there one of these days. I swore I'd be on my best behavior, since it was Valentine's Day and all.
I walked through the big double doors and searched around. There were two girls with Scientology books in a corner whispering heatedly, but other than that, there was Mrs. Pettigrew behind the desk and a girl in a pencil skirt reaching for a book on a high shelf.
I started scanning aisle's for Bella. Further and further back I went, but I didn't see her. I saw the pencil skirt girl again, and thought for a moment that it was Bella with the color of her hair and skin, but Bella didn't wear pencil skirts. Nor did she twist her hair up into a tight bun. Or wear glasses. So I kept searching.
In a dark aisle, I could feel her behind me. When I made to turn around, she reached her hands over my eyes and slid up against the back of my body. "Keep your eyes forward," she whispered.
Thrilled at whatever the hell she was doing, I obeyed. Her hands slid down my face to my chest and she rubbed that through my shirt for a few moments. My eyes focused on the books before me and I chuckled.
"Do you think it is funny that I always find you in the sex related book aisle, Edward?" she asked in a sultry voice.
Her hands slid to the front of my jeans and I hissed as she gripped my cock. "You herded me to them," I accused.
I felt her reach up on her toes, her body sliding along my back, and she kissed my neck. "So I did. I can't help it if I only have one thing on my mind." She released me completely, stepping back away from me, and I hated the loss of contact. "Don't move until I tell you to," she ordered. I shuddered at her demanding tone. "Okay, Edward, turn around and tell me what you think."
I did as she asked and my jaw fucking hit the floor. She was the girl in the pencil skirt. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She had fucking horn rimmed glasses on that made my body tingle with want. Her blouse was unbuttoned enough that I could see some really unbelievable cleavage and a black bra. She even have black heels on. She was the naughty fucking librarian of my wettest dreams.
She slowly pushed the glasses up into her hair, and somehow looked even more professional naughty librarian-like. "Well?"
"Holy fucking shit," I groaned. It was the only thing I was capable of doing.
"Drop your pants," she ordered.
I tried to obey, but my fingers were shaking and I ended up fumbling with my button for far too long. My jeans eventually dropped to my knees and when I looked up again, Bella had the skirt bunched up completely around her hips. Her pussy was bare and she had a garter belt on to hold up her stockings. I groaned and had to grip the shelf behind me to keep from falling down. She slowly took a step toward me and popped another button on her shirt as she did so.
When she was just inches from me, her black bra was completely visible and giving her more cleavage than I thought possible. I tried to remember how to swallow.
"Well, Mr. Cullen, what do we have here?" Her fingers slowly slid along the length of my hugely obnoxious erection through my underwear and I groaned. "Oh, I see," she said, gripping me in her hand tightly. She leaned in close and licked my ear. "Naughty boy! You were looking at the sex books."
She stroked along my length slowly as she continued to breathe into my ear and lick it occasionally. "You know what happens to naughty boys who get hard looking at sex books in the library?" she asked. I shook my head. "The naughty librarian comes to find them," she said.
She dropped down then and she was kneeling in front of me, slowly pulling my underwear off my hard cock. She leaned in and her mouth was open, just about to take my cock in her mouth when she looked up at me. "Oh, and remember, naughty boys who make noise get punished, and you don't want that. Trust me."
She plunged my cock into her warm mouth with one quick movement. Knowing she'd probably stop and walk away or something if I made noise, I covered my mouth with my hand, grunting into it quietly. Her eyes met mine with a warning in them when she heard me. I whimpered pitifully, watching her mouth descend further and further onto my stiff length.
I was a fucking goner in minutes flat. She had a mouth with too much talent and naughty librarian Bella had been starring in my dreams for so long, and with the real life one before me, trying to not cum was ineffective.
"Bella," I warned in a soft grunting voice. She met my eyes and smiled around me. I lightly gripped either side of her head, enjoying her mouth for just a few more seconds before it was unbearable and I was on the edge of an orgasm. I pulled out of her mouth.
I didn't want to cum yet. She hadn't worn panties for a reason and I was sure as shit going to fuck her in the library, even if a blowjob would have been fucking awesomely great.
Her anger was immediate. It was written all over her face as she grabbed my hands off her head and pushed them onto the shelves. She dug her fingernails into the back of my hand as she held them there and I knew better than to move. Her mouth plunged back onto my cock in one quick movement of her head. I hit the back of her throat hard and my hips lurched when she gagged.
She wanted my cum in her mouth. She fucked my cock with her lips and throat and with her nails digging into my hands, I couldn't stop her. I bit my lip hard to hold in the sounds she was eliciting from me. I was back on the edge of an orgasm again in moments.
"Fuck, Bella. Fuck, Bella," I groaned.
Her lips came to my tip and she sucked hard on it, thrusting her head with short strokes as she hit my sensitive spots with knowing movement. I came with a huge shudder, shooting my cum onto her soft tongue that licked every drop from my tip and she swallowed it all.
I softened minutely in her mouth, though I didn't go completely flaccid. She could have had me rock hard again with her mouth. Instead, she dropped me from her lips and stood up. She turned away from me and bent over, grabbing a shelf in front of her.
"Lick me," she ordered.
I swear, it may have even been better hearing her say that than it was hearing her say, "Fuck me." I obediently – and very happily – dropped to my knees behind her, shoving my tongue forcefully between her lips right to where I knew the source of her wetness would be. I groaned happily when her flavor hit my tongue and palmed her ass to spread her wider and push my face against her harder.
I knew every spot my tongue could reach and which ones she liked best as I flicked it over and into her hole. She had her mouth pressed into her arm and I could hear her muffling moans with her skin. I removed my hands from her ass and pressed two fingers directly into her entrance, not pausing at all but thrusting them inside of her as deep as they could go. The way her pussy clenched down to grab them told me she was going to be easy.
I used my other hand to expose her clit and I lapped at it a few times then wrapped my lips around it and sucked. Her knees nearly buckled they shook so hard. She'd gotten into the habit of letting herself scream when she orgasmed lately. When I heard her choked cry, I knew she was going to cum. Her pussy squeezed around my fingers hard as I softly licked at her clit and my fingers curled down to her g-spot.
I was hard again and though I knew she wouldn't have minded getting fucked from behind, I stood her up straight, turned her in my arms, and picked her up.
"Edward, fuck me," she begged quietly into my ear and I loved the turn of the tables. She was no longer the demanding librarian, I now had the upper hand.
"Call me Dr. Cullen," I demanded.
She did. She begged Doctor Cullen to fuck her. And I did. She was fighting to remain quiet as I held her with my arms under her knees and her arms around my neck, thrusting into her hard.
I didn't care if we got caught. The only ones likely to catch us back here were students and most of them would just walk away, embarrassed. Bella had had this planned and I'm sure she'd taken every precaution, including making sure that Mrs. Pettigrew had to stay up at her desk.
Bella came hard and I quickly followed.
Her lips pressed against my ear as we panted. "Happy Valentine's Day, Dr. Edward Cullen."
I smirked. "Very Happy Valentine's Day, Naughty Librarian Bella."
When I set her back down to the ground, she surprised me by not immediately fixing her clothing and covering up. Instead, she reached high up into one of the shelves and pulled down something small and black. With a devious smirk, she handed me a video camera.
A/N: That’s the epilogue. They are in college, extremely content, their future is being planned, and happy ever after, the end.
This chapter is very, very much dedicated to mssammydean. She inspired most of it. And she will enjoy the carpet sex, damn it!
