Friends with Benefits

Chapter Ninety

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 Ninety

EPOV

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."

I shook my head, trying to center my mind. Bella was seated on the bed, her legs splayed wide. Her fingers were teasing her thighs, moving closer and closer to her pussy. Striding over to my girl, I caged her body with my own. She was whimpering underneath me. "You wanted a massage. I'll give you a massage, my sexy girl," I purred. "Scoot back on the bed." She did as I asked. "Arms above your head, Bella. You want me to touch you? I'm going to touch you and only me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she panted, putting her arms above her head. Biting her lip, Bella stared at my t-shirt. "Can you...um, take that off? I'm completely naked here."

"I know and I love it," I smirked, tracing her lips with my fingers.

"Edward," she breathed. "Please? Just the shirt."

"Fine. If I take off the pants, all chances of slow go out the window," I said, tossing my t-shirt off my body. Bella licked her lips, appraising my chest and moaning appreciatively. I hovered over her, kissing her nose. "Don't. Move."

"Yes, sir," she cooed.

I walked back over to the massage table and picked up the oil. I smirked as I moved back to the bed where Bella lay, her arms above her head, causing the most delightful things to happen to her perfect breasts. Squirting the oil onto her skin, I straddled her waist. Bella watched me with rapt attention as rubbed the oil along her belly. Her skin was like silk under my fingers, begging to be touched and loved. Moving up her body, I traced her ribcage, just underneath her breasts. Bella moaned quietly, staring into my eyes. Carefully, I moved my hands up her midline. She arched her back, obviously wanting my hands on her breasts. Her pink nipples were begging for attention, but I wanted to make this last. I wanted to cherish her. If I couldn't make love to her, I wanted her to feel completely and utterly relaxed.

I wanted her to feel boneless with the sheer amount of orgasms I was going to give her tonight.

"Edward," she whispered, her body straining for my touch.

"Hmmmm, someone is anxious," I said, tracing my hands along her collarbones and just along the swell of her breasts. "Trust me, baby. You'll be screaming for me when I'm done with you." I leaned down, kissing her lips, teasing her with my mouth. With a searing kiss, I moved back. My hands were now barely tracing her skin, causing goose flesh to erupt. Looking into her eyes, I traced both of her nipples with my fingertips. She let out a strangled gasp. "More, baby?"

"Please," she begged.

Again, I traced her nipples, moving my gaze to her rose colored peaks. They were so hard, pleading for my touch. Gently, Icupped her breasts. Bella's head fell back and her upper body undulated beautiful when my palms came in contact with her tits. Massaging them slowly, I pinched and twisted her nipples. Bella was writhing underneath me, begging for more. "So beautiful," I murmured, watching her squirm.