Friends with Benefits

Chapter Eighty-Nine

Things I own: my sanity (though, that's debatable at times), not enough time to write and incredible friends and family!!

Things I don't: Twilight, Edward and Bella (Damn. It.)

This might be a longer chapter due to the suggestive nature. I don't think ya'll will mind, hmmmm?

Chapter Eighty-Nine

EPOV

After our time on the golf course, we went back to our suite to change into our swim suits. I made arrangements with the management for some candles to be delivered to our room along with a massage table and some high-end massage oils.Everything was going to be set up while I took her out to eat after we cooled off in the pool.

An hour in the pool, an hour nap and then dinner, I was driving us back to the hotel. Bella was snuggled against my arm as I navigated the highway to the resort. I was nervous about the massage. I knew that Bella wanted us to go slowly and my mind understood this. The massage was the ultimate test. I would be able to touch her, but I could not make love to her. Though, I wanted to. Badly.

I had the most erotic dream the night previous. It was so hot that I had to get up around two in the morning to take care of things in the bathroom. Bella was none-the-wiser when I slipped back into bed, minus one painful erection.

"Edward, you're awfully quiet," Bella said as I parked the rental car. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said, trying to keep the uncertainty out of my voice. "I just hope that you enjoy the massage that I have set up for you in the suite."

"Wait, what?" she giggled. "How were you able to do that?"

"While you were getting towels, I spoke with the concierge and got everything that we needed. I'm just, um, worried about going against your slow statute. If I'm using massage oils, I'll ruin your clothes." I blushed furiously, helping Bella out of the car.

"So, I'm going to be naked?" she quipped, threading her fingers with mine.

"Ummm..." I moaned. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable or think that I'm trying to push you into something that you're not ready to do."

"Edward, relax, baby," she said, stepping on the stairs so she was the same height as me. She cupped my cheeks. "I know you're different than my other boyfriends. Yes, I want to go slowly since our first arrangement was clearly based on sex and lots of it. We can have fun, though, without having sex. Do I expect it tonight? No. If you just give me a massage while I wore a tank top, I'd be happy."

"You know me, though. I never do anything half-assed," I chuckled, kissing her nose. "I want to do this right. I'll leave it up to you as to how you want to handle the massage. I just don't want you to feel pressured or anything. I know we aren't going to have sex, but a full body massage, using oils...hmmm, foreplay at its finest."

She snaked her hands up my arms and slid her fingers into my hair. "We may not have sex tonight, but there are other thingsthat we can do that do not require..." She trailed off, giving me a seductive smile. "And turnabout's fair play, counselor." Her hands massaged my shoulders. "You're awfully tense. I mean, you're going to give me this wonderful massage. I could alwaysrepay you for your expertise."

I groaned lowly before covering her mouth with mine. "Bells, tonight, I assure you, is all about you. You won, fair and square," I murmured against her soft, pliant mouth. "Come on, gorgeous. You've got a massage to enjoy." Tugging on her hand, I led her up the stairs to our suite. The management did not disappoint. On the flat surfaces in the living area, there were pillar candles lit up, giving the room a nice warm glow and a subtle scent of vanilla and cinnamon. In the center of the room, there was a massage table, draped with white, satin sheet. Various massage oils were laid on the cocktail table, along with a fluffy white robe. Walking over to the table, I handed Bella the robe. "Get comfortable, Ms. Swan," I smirked.

Blushing, she darted into the bathroom. While she changed, I removed my shirt and put on a t-shirt, not wanting to ruin the button-down I was wearing. I also turned on some soothing instrumental music while I readied the massage oils. They were the same fragrance as the candles. The scent from the room was a definite aphrodisiac. I was hard as a fucking rock. Rubbing it on Bella's smooth, pale skin was going to be downright torturous. I kept on my jeans, thinking that if I had to contend with a buckle, a button and zipper, I'd be less likely to want to thrust my arousal into her body.

You're a perv, Edward.

The door opened and Bella padded out to the table. She was wrapped up in the robe, but her chocolate eyes twinkled mischievously. "On my stomach or face up?" she asked.

"Stomach first. I want to get your back," I said, shocked that my voice didn't crack like a prepubescent boy. Bella gave me a secretive little smile, asking me to turn around. I obliged, hearing her remove the robe and the rustle of the satin sheets. She quietly said that she was ready. Bella's back was completely bare and slung lowly over her hips was the sheet. Her eyes were dilated and filled with desire. "Are you sure, Bells?"

"Yep. Edward, I said I wanted to go slowly. Not at a snail's pace," she giggled. "Hell, if you had won, I'd be demanding that you'd be naked. Ever hear the term 'happy ending'?"

"Fuck," I moaned.

"Not yet, counselor," she purred. "Give me a month of fooling around and exploring each other with fingers, mouths and hands and then 'fuck.'" She snuggled onto the table, wriggling her shoulders. "I've been waiting for this all day, Edward. Please?"

"Kay," I said, liberally pouring some of the vanilla and cinnamon massage oil onto my hands. I placed my palms on her back, kneading and working her body. Her back was riddled with knots, especially on the shoulders and up her neck. "Damn, Bells. You're..."

"I know," she said, turning her head. "The past few months haven't been easy, both professionally and well, personally. I carry all of my stress in my back."

"Bells..."I trailed off.

"Edward, this all on me. I was the idiot who kept you at arm's length. I was the idiot that was blind to see this amazing man in front of me," she said, glaring at me but not truly at me, more like anger at herself. Clamping her eyes shut, she breathed deeply. "Can we talk about this later? I'd rather have this conversation fully clothed and looking at you, okay?"

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"No, just pause the conversation," she said, a rogue tear spilling down her cheek. I stopped rubbing her back and crouched by her face. Wiping my hands on a towel, I caressed her cheek. "I'm fine. I promise," she sniffled. Her brown eyes met mine. "Kiss me?"

"Always, Bells," I said, leaning forward and brushing my lips with hers. She rolled on her side, threading her fingers into my hair. Our kiss quickly became quite heated and I was straining in my jeans. I so wanted this woman. My hands glided up her ribs, wrapping my arms around her body.

"Edward," she moaned against my mouth. She nipped at my jaw before pulling back. "Touch me, baby."

I chuckled deeply, trying to not rip off my pants. "I am touching you, Bella," I said, tracing her spine. She bit her lip, sitting upon the massage table. The satin sheets were pooled around her hips. She was gloriously naked from the waist up. With ashimmy, the sheets around her waist slipped away and I saw that she had nothing on underneath. My Bella was gorgeous,naked and begging for my touch.

Slow...she wants to go slow. I'm so confused.

"We're not going to have sex," she explained, getting onto her knees. "As much as I want to and I can see how much you do, we're not ready for that." Bella's fingers caressed my slightly stubbly chin. "I just want to feel you. I want your hands on me."

"The massage?" I choked out.

"Later," she smirked, hopping off the table and sauntering, naked as a jaybird, over to the bed. She placed her hands on her hips, caressing just above her bare sex. "I don't want to take things into my own hands, counselor."

A/N: Some smexy times up next...first Bella and then, Edward. And no, no sex. Sorry, kids. They've got to build it up. You know?