I pull the car over and turn it off and before Bella can turn to get out of the car, I place my hand around her arm, making her look up at me. She’s biting into her bottom lip, looking fragile and nervous.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Bella,” I say, offering her an out but hoping she doesn’t take it. I want to find a way to free Bella from the punishment she has been inflicting on herself and by Jake.
“No,” she sighs, letting air out of her lungs slowly as if she’s been keeping it in too long. “I know, but I want to. I need to face my demons or, more precisely, my ghosts,” she says with a smile.
She turns her body to me and leans closer, whispering, “As long as you’re with me this doesn’t seem as difficult.”
“I’m with you all the way, baby,” I say, leaning the rest of the way to kiss her on the lips.
I run my tongue across her bottom lip gently requesting entrance, my heart rate already increasing at the prospect of tasting her. She leans in to me and snakes her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck and pulls me in for a deep, all-consuming kiss which sends fire all the way to my cock.
As she leans in that little bit closer to me, she bumps my broken arm, making me pull back abruptly.
“Oh shit, sorry,” Bella says apologetically. “This car… does things to me.”
“And here I was hoping it was me,” I tease, making her blush.
“The combination of you and this car,” she says looking mischievously devilish. “We are so going to have to test out the space confines of this car the second your arm is better.”
The image of a naked Bella straddling me in the front seat of the Impala almost proves too much and I grab her with my one good hand to crash my lips to hers, “You can count on it.”
She moans at my words, pulls back a little and smiles at me knowingly. “I guess we better get out before we get stuck in here for the rest of the day.”
“I guess so,” I say as I reluctantly turn to get out of the Impala, adjusting my now titanium-hard cock, hoping for some relief.
A couple of yards away there is a clearing in the trees which Bella starts walking towards. She turns to me and says, “You coming?”
Just about; yes, I think as I start following her down the narrow, tree-lined path.
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