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Disclaimer: Yep I don't own TWILIGHT but I do own Mocked by Destiny, so it's all good. S.M. owns Twilight and in turn owns us, so I guess that makes what we do okay. It's all in the family!

A/N Okay so this was supposed to be a one shot, it ran amuck…what can I say? I had the writing blues and need a little help to get through it. This was what helped me get through it. So I hope you enjoy it!

For those who don't know what writing blues are, it's when the writer doesn't feel appreciated. And it doesn't just come from low reviews. It comes from the fact that so many authors have fans who make them banners, nominate them for awards, make them fan pages, etc. I seem to only attract those read and run.

Anyway, my first novel, Mocked by Destiny is now on sale at www . thewriterscoffeeshop . com /publishinghouse/books/detail/14 (spaces need to be removed.)

The Car Wash - Aftermath

Chapter 2

Edward's POV

Holy shit! In my rush to finally have the one woman I have wanted for three years, I forgot the condom Jasper had given me last night. Actually he gave me two, but using one would have worked great.

Then there's the guilt of plowing straight into Bella's heaven. I really thought she had had sex before. Mike bragged about her for the last half of senior year. If I had known she was still a virgin, I would have done it differently. I would have made it special, and slower for sure.

Staring into her chocolate pools, I shook my head. "I'm sorry. If you hate me I'll understand. It will hurt, but I can stay away from you." I shrugged.

She sighed, her breath washing across my nakedness and straight to my re-saluting soldier. "I don't hate you. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you at the Freshmen's Tea," she mumbled still looking at my greedy sword.

Tapping her chin, I nudged her eyes up to mine. "Maybe nothing will happen. Until we know, I want you, again," I stated the obvious.

"It might hurt…can I…you know?" I wanted to face plant my head against the door.

"Only if you want to," I croaked.

Just thinking about her mouth wrapped around me had the Mad Hatter dancing for joy. Sue me, every guy in the house had a name for their cocks. Jasper called his Major Whitlock, Jordan's was named Twi guy, and Emmett named his monkey man. Don't ask me why, I didn't want to know.

Shyly she dragged me by the hand back to the bed. Sitting down, I scooted up to the headboard and failed at looking like I wasn't eager. I probably should have felt embarrassed about being the only one naked, but I planned to fix that problem as soon as I could tear her clothes off, after my first hummer that is.

When she took the time to examine it, I couldn't help but wonder what she thought. I knew I wasn't as big as Jordan, but I wasn't as small as Emmett. So I must be a happy medium? With one finger, she circled the hatter before moving down the rest of the length to thing 1 and thing 2. Yeah, what can I say I was five when I named my balls. Dr. Seuss was big back then.

"You have a beautiful…peacock." I grinned at the way she cutely couldn't say cock.

Crawling up onto her knees, she situated herself between my knees. I moaned when she wrapped her fingers around me. It definitely felt better having her do it for me.

"Shit, Bella!" I jerked myself out of her hand leaving her stunned.

"It's not a stick shift. It doesn't bend like that…" The tears welling in her eyes stopped me in my tracks.

"I'm sorry." She moved to leave the bed.

"Don't go. Please? I'm sorry I yelled. It just hurt for a moment," I mumbled, pleading for her to stay.

"I'm not good at this." She bit her lip and I knew she was embarrassed.

"We'll get good at this together. Please?" Before she could answer I grabbed her hand and pressed against me using my hand for guidance. "See Like this."

My eyes fluttered shut when my hips jerked into our hands. There was no way to hide my pants, but nothing prepared me for her next move. My eyes snapped open when her lips wrapped around my pulsing piston of love.

"Oh – my - fucking - God," I screeched like a girl.

When Bella tried to pull away, I fisted my hands in her hair and nudged her back down. I think I scared her when I screeched.

"Babe, please…don't stop," I cooed, hoping to soothe her.

A new confidence flowed from her as she started a rhythm that damn near had Mobie Dick ready to blow. Every lick, suckle, and swirl of her tongue was exquisite. When she added in stroking it, it was all I could do not to pop the top on the champagne.

"Bella, move!" Before she could move, I lost it.

Spurting out like Old Faithful, I coated her face. I even managed to get it in her hair. She just sat there stunned. The look on her face told me it would a miracle if I could get her to that again.

"Bella? I am sorry. I tried to…" her hands flew up silencing me.

"Can I just have a towel?"

Reaching over the edge of the bed, I passed her the first thing I found. Thankfully it was my T-shirt and not my boxers from last night. Roughly, she wiped her face clean of all my cream.

I knew she would try to bolt before I could reciprocate. That was the last thing I wanted. I still hadn't seen her naked yet.

Before she could drop the shirt, I sat up and grabbed her pulling her on top of me. When she gasped at my abruptness, I locked our lips together and started a match of tonsil hockey. At first she hesitated, but then surrendered.

Kissing my way across her cheek, I moved down her neck and with my hands I grabbed her thighs pulling them open so she would get the hint to straddle me. It worked. Her soaked panties ground against me.

"My turn," I sighed into her hair, tugging her shirt up and off.

Seeing her mole hills spurred me on. Reaching out I grabbed hold of her fun bags and tweaked the headlights. I smirked when she threw her head back and pushed into my hands. She liked having her tatas played with.

Rolling over, I shifted us so I could hover above her. I kissed my way down her stomach headed toward her cooter. A giggle slipped from her lips when I lazily licked circles around her innie, belly button. Reaching down, I hooked her panties and started to pull them down. I expected her to fight me, but she didn't. Instead she opened her legs wide and wrapped them around my shoulders.

Kissing my way lower, I went in search of her pouttie tat. For three years, I have wanted to pat it, kiss it, dine on it, and make it mine. Just as I was about to get it, she snapped her legs around my neck like a vice grip.

"Bella, relax, love," I choked out.

"Are you sure? What if you don't…you know…the taste?" When she bit her lip, I groaned, feeling myself getting hard again.

"We'll never know until you let me take a taste," I took a long breath and toyed with the soft tiny curls when she relaxed, "I've heard so much about it." Not to mention being schooled on it by Jasper, who adores muff diving.

"Promise you'll stop if you don't like it?"

I quickly nodded my agreement. With my eyes locked on hers, I lowered my head again. Using my thumbs, I spread her folds exposing her beautiful pink love box. When I dropped my eyes to see it clearly, I smiled. After watching so much porn with Emmett and Jordan, I half expected it to be stretched out and raw. It was far from that. It was perfect, small, and pretty.

Using just the tip of my tongue, I did as I said I would, I tasted the hard pebble sized bump. Before I could pass judgment, Bella yelped and jumped away.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't supposed to hurt. Jasper said…" Bella shaking her head had me wondering. "If it didn't hurt, why did you…Bella?" I crawled toward her effectively pinning her against the headboard, "I am going to do this." I locked her hips against me.

Leaning in again, I took one long lap from her vortex to her landing strip. My taste buds tingled with her sweet honey. "Hmmm, I like the way you taste." Bella's hips jerked in search of more. Well, that's what I hoped they were doing.

"Oh, that…yeah…that feels," she moaned, shaking her head.

Flattening my tongue, I massaged her love button. I stroked the inside of her thighs as I continued to lick and lap at her pink palace. Bella's gyrating hips rubbed her nectar across my lips and down my chin. She squirmed and panted as I continued. Gazing up, I couldn't help but feel the pride from seeing her sweating and moaning. I was finally giving Bella the pleasure I had only envisioned when I punished the pied piper in my room after everyone else had gone to bed.

Grabbing on to my hair, she pulled me head in tighter. "Oh. My. God. More, please?" she begged.

As instructed, I slipped a single digit into her and searched around for what Jordan called a sweet spot. It was an elusive spot hidden behind her clittie clit. Well, at least that's what he said. Bella really seemed to like it by the way she flip-flopped in front of me, so I added another one. Double the fun.

I started mixing up the cocktail by sucking the bundle of nerves between my lips. When she screamed out my name tugging my hair, I couldn't help but feel like I had done it right. And, from the flow of her love juices, she truly enjoyed it.

Kissing her inner thigh, I started my trek north in search of her pouty pink lips. I made sure to lick and kiss her titties. Latching on to her lips, I prayed she didn't hate that she could taste herself on my tongue. When she hungrily kissed me back, I knew she didn't care. While she tried to eat my face, I reached over and retrieved a condom from my draw.

I broke off the chow session so I could use my teeth to open the package. Bella's eyes widened when I pulled it out and tossed the package on the floor. "Help me with this?" I gestured to her skirt.

Nodding, she shimmied it off while I tried to figure out the mechanics of the rubber beast. After dropping it three times, I did succeed in getting it on. My throbbing trouser snake protested to being shoved into it, but I didn't want to risk another time without it.

I moved back between her thighs and openly ogled her; she was as stunning as I thought she'd be. "Magnificent," I murmured, settling in.

"Edward?" her whisper, froze me in place.

"Yes, love?" I prayed she wasn't going to ask me to stop.

"Can I…um…be on top?"

"Oh, Bella, you have no idea how much I would love that."

Without waiting, I pulled us both over so she could have her wicked way with me. I could feel myself leaking into the Trojan as she straddled me. She hissed and lowered herself onto my pleasure sword.

Throwing her head back, Bella moaned out, "Um…Edward…," she licked her lips, "yeah…so good," she purred as she started to bounce.

Honestly, I had never seen anything so beautiful when her boobs started to jiggle. Of course at that point, the only head I was thinking with was shoved between Bella's thighs. Just seeing her biting her lip and grinding had me quickly on the edge and ready for a massive explosion of epic proportions. My heart thumped in my ears to the erotic beat Bella was dancing to. Horizontal bop was now my favorite dance.

Moving my hand between Bella's pink pompoms, I could feel her heart beating against my palm. With her eyes shut, she swayed and mewled, ready for her dam to break. I grabbed her hip and held on to her as my life preserver because I was going under for the third time today.

Looking down at me with hooded, lust filled eyes, she groaned and moaned letting me know she was ready, too. "I love you, Bella," slipped from my lips without any shame.

Those four words released her from her exotic prison.

"Edward, I love you, too," she screeched as her body shook and seized around my stick shift, shifting it into overdrive.

Three thrusts later, and I was a babbling idiot. "Marry me…have my kids…I'm addicted…fuck!"

I meant them, I just never meant for her to hear them. I shuddered beneath her as I dumped my swimmers into the rubber wrapping. With a sigh, she slumped against me chest. I kissed her sweaty forehead praying she didn't run like a screaming banshee from my lust fueled banter.

"Oh shit…yeah…fuck!" the voices from the next room over crept through the wall.

"Faster! Harder! Oh my God!" The wall quivered as the distinct sounds of a headboard crashing into my wall sounded off.

The bang, bang, bang continued, "Anything, baby," Jordan growled.

"That's Jordan and Nicci banging on the wall. They fuck really loud," I laughed and snuggled my face into Bella's hair.

"Do they do that a lot?" Bella giggled.

"Every night. It's a little hard to concentrate on…studying," I muttered, when I really wanted to say 'when I spank my monkey to your picture', but yeah, too much info there.

Thankfully, she didn't call me on my sexual rants. Instead she snuggled against me and together we slipped off for mid-day nap.

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