sadtomato explores "Osa Bella"

sadtomato

Osa Bella

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Myg

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Osa Bella is what Twilight could have been if it had been written for grown-ups. It has elements of the story we all know- vegetarian vampires, love-struck Edward and Bella, silver Volvo, psychic Alice, etc., but Myg has given our beloved familiar characters a new depth. The changes she's made in their backgrounds and circumstances have helped to create an enthralling new story. It's funny, fascinating, original, and sexy.

As Osa Bella begins, we meet a 30-year-old version of Bella who is struggling with grief. After her husband was killed in the war in Afghanistan five years ago, she moved to Forks to be close to her father and took a job as a high school guidance counselor. She's now putting her life back together and beginning a safe, stable relationship with a nice, conservative guy.

Her quest for normalcy is thwarted when the Cullen family moves to town. As she gets to know Edward, she finds herself more and more attracted to him. She's disgusted with herself for entertaining fantasies of being with a 17-year-old, even though she knows there's something different about Edward and the rest of the Cullens. Throughout the story, she struggles to maintain a professional distance from Edward despite being drawn to him.

Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, she accidentally overdoses on prescription drugs and alcohol. Edward saves her, but nearly drains her in the process. She wakes up in the Cullen house and finally learns the truth about what they are. Bella thinks she's crazy or hallucinating, but she decides to let herself have this one night to go with the flow. Edward's venom has made her manic, so she feels light, dizzy, invincible. Realizing for the first time why Edward is so preternaturally mature, she asks about his age:


"Edward, I just need to know one thing, okay?" I asked.

"Anything," Edward said. "I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Are you saying you're not really seventeen?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"No," I said. "I need to know."

"Bella," Edward took me by the shoulders and looked me right in the eyes. "I'm a vampire. I haven't been seventeen since 1918."

I kissed him then, softly on the lips, felt them cool and reassuring against my own. He pulled me into him and kissed me deeply, and I began to cry with relief that I could finally just let myself have him.

Edward and Bella speed off to his house (he has his own place in this story) in his "sex on wheels" Aston Martin, but Bella can't wait to get her hands on him.


I traced my tongue around the tip of his cock and just tasted it, sweet and cold. He moaned again and wrapped his fingers gently around the back of my neck, threading them through my hair, stroking my head gently. I licked my lips again and then slid them tightly over him as I lowered my head down, down taking him deep into my throat, deeper than I even knew I could go. My body began to tense everywhere as I felt his cock filling my throat, his legs tense, the air rush out of his lungs, the car racing forward. I pulled back off of him slowly and was about to take him down again when he pulled me onto his lap, facing him, my skirt hiked well above my knees.

"We're going to crash," I said, but I didn't care.

His mouth covered mine but he kept his eyes straight ahead on the road. I could feel his erection beneath me as I straddled him and began to grind.

"I'm not fucking you in this car," he said. "You're going to have to control yourself."

"We'll see about that," I said.

"Not the first time," he growled in my ear. "Maybe the second time."

They reach Edward's house, and finally Bella and Edward are all alone. She can barely control herself once they get in the door.


"Edward I need you," I said, breathless. "Now. Like, right now."

"I know," he said, moving his lips along my jaw, up to my ear. "I need you, too." He reached up between my legs and tore my panties off and then put his hand back and just held it there, cool against the heat of me, dripping wet onto his fingers.

"You've got to hurry," I said, my breath ragged as I pulled at the buttons on his shirt, opening it, dragging it down off of his shoulders. "Please."

He kissed me again and then his fingers began to stroke me lightly and I was moaning, ready to just let go all over him already when he whispered, "Take your dress off."

He put me down and stepped back from me. I met his eyes, feeling suddenly shy as he watched me pull the dress over my head and drop it to the floor. Then I stepped towards him, but he pushed me back against the wall, keeping me at arms length. "I want to look at you," he said. "I've waited a long, long time for this moment. I don't want to rush it."

Edward, true to form, is concerned about losing control and hurting Bella during sex. Bella is... not so concerned.


"Look," he said. "This can get really dangerous so we've got to do things my way."

"I don't care if it's dangerous," I said. "I can't wait any longer."

Then he came over and lifted my chin and kissed me softly, sweetly, tentatively. "This isn't like anything you're used to, okay? If I lose control, it's going to hurt."

"I don't care," I said, getting frustrated. "You can hurt me as long as you fuck me."

He let out a long breath. "You cannot say things like that—especially not right now. You have no idea what words like that can do to me."

I love that line- “You can hurt me as long as you fuck me.” It has to be one of the greatest lines ever spoken by any incarnation of Bella. She's bursting with all of the repressed passion she's felt for Edward, and it's being multiplied by the mania his venom has caused. She's begging for more, and he's trying to stay in control.


"Good," he said and kissed me again. "Don't move." I kept my body as still as I could but the tension building in me was alarming. "Don't move until I tell you," he said, dragging his lips down to my neck.

Then he moved his mouth over to my breast, his tongue making circles around my nipple. He took my nipple into his mouth and placed it between his teeth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. I moaned as he slid his hand down, down over my belly, and then down between my legs, slipping his fingers into the wetness he found there. I was going to cum.

"Don't," he said. "Not yet."

He got on his knees and kissed me on my belly, an act that made it impossible to breathe without whimpering as his fingers softly stroked me below. I gripped his shoulders trying to keep myself upright. "I just want to take some of the edge off," he said, and then hooked my leg over his shoulder and moved his mouth lower, and then, there, his tongue tracing me, his fingers plying my need with increasing pressure. I cried out and he held me against the wall, his hands gripping my hips as his tongue moved to the point of my erect clit, wrapping it in sweet caresses over and over. Then he moved his tongue lower and thrust it into me, tasting the brunt of my climax. I moaned loudly as I released that tension over his tongue, and he held himself to me until I was spent before him.

And they're just getting started! Myg does a stellar job of portraying the dominant side of Edward's personality without resorting to cliche. I am a sucker for a bossy Edward...


"You're not going to hurt me," I said. Then I climbed onto him and straddled his cock, not putting it inside of me but sliding myself over him, getting the shaft wet. He moaned as I kissed him and then he grabbed my hips and held me.

"Okay, look," he said. I'm going to stay very still because if I start to move, I might really hurt you."

We'd see about that, I thought, but I didn't argue. I nodded and looked into his eyes which were intensely focused with his self control. I put the tip of his cock to me and then slowly, slowly slid myself onto it. He closed his eyes and groaned with me as I felt him fill me. I held myself there on him, unable to speak, move, think, or breathe, just shuddering as he held me. I had to check to see if my heart continued to beat, if the world continued to spin. Edward is inside of me, I thought. Oh my God, Edward is inside of me, finally.

"God," he said. "This was a bad idea."

I smiled at him. "It's going to be okay," I said and then I kissed him, tried to help him relax a little.

I pulled back and then thrust myself against him and true to his word, he stayed still like marble, his face pained with his restraint.

Bella begs him to move, to give her some relief. He continues to resist, until...


"Fuck. You." I cried. "You call yourself a fucking vampire?"

And there, I'd found the limit of Edward's patience.

"Fine," he seethed into my ear. Then he pushed me down on my hands and knees and bent over me. "Don't say you weren't warned."

I felt his hard cock brushing me and felt myself light up and drip with excitement. My breathing quickened and I trembled as I waited nervously for him to enter. He paused, sizing me up from behind and I began to shake as I felt his hands on my ass and then he teased me with the tip. I tried to slam myself back onto him but he caught my hips and then rolled me onto my back.

"You don't learn, do you?"

His mouth came crushing down onto mine, his eyes black as he drove into me like a sledgehammer, a movement that obliterated my thirst for him with a satisfaction I'd never imagined possible. It felt so fucking good I wanted to die right there, disintegrate into the sand and be washed out to sea. I wanted to live on in the hereafter as the eternal memory of that fuck.

There’s so much more to this story than what I’ve shared here- you have to read it yourself! The rest of this lemon is intense, so check it out and be sure to leave Myg a review. I highly recommend going back to the beginning and starting with Chapter 1, because the character development and original plot will blow you away and leave you begging for more.

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