Mafia Princess

Chapter Eighty-Nine

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter Eight-Nine

Normally, I'd make a guy brush his teeth after he went down on me, but tasting my pussy juice on Edward's lips made it hot. Our combined flavors were intoxicating, exotic and enticing. I threw my leg over his hip and felt his steel hard erection, straining against his boxer briefs. Biting down his lip and pulling back, I smirked. "Your turn..."

"What?" he squeaked.

"Your turn," I purred, pushing him onto the bed and straddling his waist. "You've been giving me all this pleasure and I've yet to really return the favor." I kissed his mouth, massaging his tongue with mine. His hands gently cupped my ass as I swiveled my body over his. "Please, Edward. I want to make you feel good. I want to taste your skin, swallow your release, suck your cock. Please, tesoro?" I looked at him, cupping his cheek.

"I've never had that done and I'm afraid that..." his eyes deadened when he started. "I don't want to fall back into a flashback, Bella."

"If it's too much, then I'll stop," I said as kissed his mouth languidly. "You handled my hand a couple of days ago."

"Oh, I was sooooooo far gone," he snickered, nibbling my jaw. His mouth moved to my ear, suckling on the earlobe.

"Do you trust me, Edward?" I asked.

"With my life," he whispered, staring into my eyes.

"I'd never do anything to hurt you. Your dad didn't..." I shuddered at the thought of his father touching him like that or making my sweet Edward touch him like that.

"What? Ew! No. He couldn't stand me. Hated me with every fiber of his being. He didn't molest me or anything, just beat the shit out of me on a daily basis," he said darkly.

"Then, let me give you pleasure," I murmured. "I want to take away those memories and replace them with new ones." Let me love you, Edward. You're so easy to love. God, I wanted to say that so badly. I threaded my hands through his hair, hitting him with the full force of my eyes. "Please?"

He sat up, staring at me. His eyes were filled with questions, sadness and finally, arousal. His hands cupped my face, kissing me harshly. I moaned, opening my mouth to let his tongue inside. As quickly as the kiss started, it stopped. "If I say no more, that means I can't handle it, Bella," he said brokenly. "I want this. I want to feel you..."

"I understand," I whispered. "Trust me, Edward." I kissed his mouth sweetly. With each pass of my lips, he relaxed more and more. Soon, I was able to push him onto the pillows. I moved away and smiled softly at him. "Close your eyes, Edward."

"What? No, Bella..."

"Trust me," I said, my voice taking on a commanding tenor. He eyed me dubiously before fluttering his lids shut. Using my fingertips, I traced his masculine features of his face. As I touched his skin, his face eventually relaxed and he sighed contentedly. Leaning forward, I kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose (which earned me a face) and ended with his lips. "Trust me," I whispered against his mouth. "I'll never hurt you."

"I know," he whispered back. "Thank you."

I scooted back on his legs, moving so I was kneeling between his thighs. Again with my fingers, I traced his arms, feeling the sinuous muscles underneath his smooth, soft skin. I slid my fingers over his tattoos on his forearm, wrist and shoulders, earning a shudder and a guttural sigh. My lips followed the same path is my fingers. Edward's breathing was quite erratic and his erection was growing exponentially beneath his boxer briefs. I looked up at Edward. His eyes were still closed. However, his face was completely relaxed with a lusty expression on it. He liked it. "Edward, can I remove your boxers?" I asked.