Optimistic
"Again, it was silent. The sounds all around us were amazing: several different birdcalls, insects crawling, and the sounds of our breathing slow and steady. There was also the sound of the waves crashing and the tinkle of shells being pulled with the tide. Leaves were rustling with the ocean breeze, the air blowing through the trees.
“Jasper, how is it so easy between us now?” I asked, looking at him. I knew I didn’t need to explain further. He smiled and leaned his head back against a tree, not answering for a few minutes.
“I’m not sure.” He looked at me. “But Bella, just to be clear, I don’t have… feelings for you. Not in that way.” His voice was hesitant, but not anxious. “I know you don’t either, of course, but I felt like maybe of the two of us, I was the one who needed to say it out loud.”
“You didn’t, but thank you," I said quietly, turning and looking up at the sky. I pointed at my chest. “My husband’s a mind-reader, remember? Besides,” I shook my head, making my point clear, “it’s never felt like that with us. That isn’t what I meant.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see him nodding in agreement.
“Good.” I heard him inhale slowly. “Anyway, I don’t know what it is. You… what? Make me feel optimistic? Alice grounds me. She fits me like a favorite sweater.”
Fingers Against Keys
“No more talking. I’ve had far too much talking today,” I groaned.
He laughed and sat on the bed, pulling my dress over my head, removing my bra, and then guiding me down next to him making me smile.
“Naked is better. You’re a good listener when you’re naked, too.”
“Sounds good to me.” His breath tickled my ear.
We lay down on our sides, facing each other. He pulled me against him and I buried my face between his neck and the pillow. He threw a leg over my hip as his fingers played out a soft rhythm on my back, moving along over my skin as though he were playing his piano.
“I bet you’re anxious to get home, to play," I said quietly.
“I do miss it," he whispered, honestly, “but I don’t relish the thought of leaving our little home here. It’s been… well, it’s been life-altering.” I heard the smile in his voice and giggled at his play on words.
“I can’t wait to hear you play again. I can’t wait to see your fingers move over the keys…” I turned my head and kissed his shoulder, pressing my hips into his. He growled and moved his leg off of me.
“These fingers?" he asked, fluttering them in an arpeggio down my back, to my knee, slowly moving back up my thigh.
“Yes,” I breathed, kissing and biting his collarbone. “What are you playing on me?” I asked, smiling.
A new piece. It’s called, ‘My wife has glorious skin.’” He nibbled at my shoulder and I moaned softly. He glided his fingers over my lace panties, his fingers making soft movements over the fabric. “Mmmmm… I remember these lacy goodies from earlier…” He laughed against my ear. “Before we were so rudely interrupted…”
I giggled, loving his relaxed mood. I knew we would talk about it all later. We always did, and there was too much to discuss to just let it go. Right now, we both needed something else.
He rolled me onto my back and leaned over me, his body pressing along my side, his hands again playing music up my thighs to my panties.
His head dropped against my shoulder heavily and he moaned. “I can feel how wet you are through the lace, Bella. You smell… so good.” He pulled my panties down quickly and I kicked them off. His fingers ran up my leg and stopped as he touched my thighs right below my pussy.
My thighs were wet.
He whimpered, sounding wrecked. I pushed my hips up against his hand as he moved his fingers over me slowly.
“It’s because I need you. All the time,” I whispered, opening my legs.
“Did you like watching me play for you?" he asked, referring to the piano, his voice low in my ear as he quickly kissed my earlobe. I nodded, watching the muscles in his forearm move underneath his skin as his fingers explored me. “Do you like my fingers touching you… here?” He pushed a finger inside me and stroked me with the heel of his palm.
I nodded, my breathing choppy. “More. Please, Edward.”
He ignored me, smiling. “Sometimes when I would play, I’d imagine I was touching you," he whispered. “I’d play a slow song and imagine stroking you softly. This was all before we made love. It’s absurdly better in reality, and I must say I have a pretty good imagination.” His voice was hoarse as his fingers moved over me, in me, agonizingly slow. I was falling to pieces under his movements.
He crossed two of his strong fingers together and pushed them into me. My back arched up against him. He began moving faster in me. “And other times I would play heavier pieces, and as I pressed my fingers against the keys I would think about taking you hard, how it would feel to be deep inside of you.”
I couldn’t respond. I could only pant and moan against him.
“Is this how I fill you, Bella?" he asked, his voice curious and teasing, his breath hot against my neck. He pressed his beautiful erection against my leg, indicating his meaning.
I shook my head.
“No?" he asked knowingly, a smile in his voice. “Hmm.”
He pushed a third long finger inside me, stroking my clit with his thumb and I cried out. “There, that must be how it feels.” His voice was my home, cream, and honey.
I hesitated; his fingers were magic, but three fingers didn’t at all approximate how he filled me. I shook my head again honestly, closing my eyes to keep myself from begging. I heard his soft laugh in my ear. “My, my! You flatter me love.”
His voice was disingenuous. He knew his attributes. He was playing with me.
His fingers stopped moving and he slowly pulled them out of me and he placed his hand on my thigh, tapping me musically.
“Edward, don’t tease me…” I begged now, gasping for air.
He kissed my lips. “I have every intention of ravaging you until you can no longer form a coherent thought, but I can’t do it with these clearly inadequate hands,” he said apologetically.
Review by MasenCullen:
"My favorite line in the chapter is, "It’s like Alice is your comfortable home, and I’m the cocktail you have when you go out.” That's some brilliant writing skills you've got going on girlfriend. I love the special bond that is building between Jasper and Bella. It's even better than I imagined it to be and it's only going to get stronger in time. With the particular powers that Jasper and Bella hold they have to be ovewhelmed with emotions that sometimes can't be easily explained. I think they are a good sounding board for one another. (nothing romantic just a good shoulder to lean on when the magnitude of outside emotions weather it be mental or physical come crashing down on them) I can't imagine having everyone's emotions pour down on me like a waterfall. That would be draining. Anywho, hello there piano man! Who wouldn't want to be played like that? I love at the end of the story when Bella says "Mine." I don't know what it is, but it strikes a cord with me. The juicy lemon, yummy! My heart was about to come soaring out of my chest. I think I need to go reread it over and over. hahaha What else does our Edward imagine doing to/with Bella? Also, love the line "Pure Bella." You should trademark that to yourself. WOW, brilliant. Now, would it be to bad of me to ask for some dirty Edward? I'm kind of missing him at the moment."
Great quote via heather dawn:
“Why are you putting on shorts?” I asked, forlorn. Maybe I had misunderstood his expression.
He pulled them down and happily hopped out of them immediately. “What shorts? I don’t see any shorts," he smiled; it was crooked and delicious.
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