No Hesitance

~BPOV~

All at once, three voices say Edward's name in three tremendously different ways.

Emmett chuckles his name out in his standard booming voice, laced with surprised amusement.

Tanya is still calling his name eagerly as if to get his attention, even though he's already looking at our table. Her voice is an attempt at tenderness, but more closely resembles a whine.

As for me…I don't think I make a sound at all when I say it.

It's just a shaky breath, whispering past my lips as they move to form his name.

His eyes shift to each of us, individually. There is surprise when he sees Emmett, but it doesn't compare to the absolute shock on his face when he sees me. He does a cartoonish double take, his incredulous eyes trying to adjust to the sight of me.

Our gazes lock for an immortal second, and I'm immediately reminded of that night.

"Hey, Bella, wanna dance?" Mike Newton asked.

His eyes travelled along the height of Edward who still stood with his hands on my hips as I leaned against the wall. Mike didn't attempt to hide his scowl as he stood straighter, trying to match Edward's towering height.

I really, really didn't want to leave my spot.

"Come on, you promised" he insisted, obviously drunk. He wouldn't be so brazen, otherwise. Not that I was in any position to criticize.

I sighed heavily because I did make the poor decision to promise him a dance before the night was over. And by the looks of things, the party was definitely almost over.

I looked up into Edward's handsome face, filled with an unreasonable amount of sadness at the idea of leaving him. I just knew that once I left the shelter of his arms, I'd never get the opportunity to come back. Or worse, someone else would take my place.

Edward had a frown on his face, and I came to the happy realization that he didn't want me to go, either. His hands tightened noticeably on my hips, and it may have just been my imagination, but I could've sworn I saw an imperceptible shake of his head.

"Come on" Mike urged and wrapped his hand around my wrist, tugging my hand free from its tight grip on Edward's shirt.

Edward growled, frustrated, "Can't you see she's fucking busy, Newton?"

He grabbed my hand back and placed it firmly against his tight chest, holding it there by the wrist to emphasize his point. Beneath my palm I felt the heavy beats of his heart. I became engrossed in the rhythm, rubbing my hand gently over it as if trying to dig in and feel it, myself.

Mike looked to be debating whether or not to argue.

Both guys looked to me to make the final decision.

Mike was a nice guy, save for his overbearing personality. He'd taken me to a few dances in the past, and always helped me out in a pickle. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. But I didn't think anything short of an apocalypse could drag me from Edward's arms at the moment.

The intensity and pressure of Edward's stare combined with the guilt and uneasiness caused by Mike's, did something funny to my stomach.

No, not funny, violent.

I almost doubled over, a bitter taste rising to the back of my throat.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I felt a pressure rise up quickly from my stomach, threatening to make its way out past my mouth.

I quickly snapped my lips shut, slapping a hand over them as if to double-seal it closed.

Uh-Oh…

I didn't say anything. My body wouldn't allow me the time.

I pushed past them both and had just enough time to lock the bathroom door before all of it spilled out of me.

For a moment, I swear I can still clearly hear his heart thumping from that night, but I realize that it's just the sound of my own heart accelerating as he approaches the table. His eyes haven't left mine, and I know he must feel as uncomfortable as I do, if not more so.

I feel so unnervingly trapped—like my ass is fucking super glued to the seat—as I'm hit with the symptoms of a full-blown anxiety attack. I immediately break out in a nervous sweat. I can't keep my hands from trembling. My body feels alarmingly numb. The air is so still, it's stifling.

I don't know, specifically, if it's his nearness after so many years that's doing this to me—the fact that the sight of him can still expertly fan the flames of my desire. Or if it's a product of my fear for having to finally face him after I'd behaved so idiotically towards him after that night. Maybe it's a dangerous mixture of both.

I have no idea what my expression must be like—if the sickness I feel is as evident as I think it is, but my attempts at pulling myself together seem to only make it worse.

Just as Edward makes it to the table, Emmett wraps an arm around my shoulders and gives me a little shake.

"Hey, you alright?" he asks.

I do my best to give him a reassuring smile, but his brows furrow deeper in confusion.

"Hey, man" Edward says to him, smiling with the same charm that I remember.

A shiver runs through me.

"Hey!" Emmett chuckles, rising to give him the bro hug.

Confusion manages to pervade my thoughts. How the heck do those two know each other?

"How the heck do you guys know each other?" Tanya asks.

I kind of feel even sicker that the two of us had just shared the same thought, but I brush it aside.

"He's Emmett, Tan, the personal trainer I've been seeing all year."

The look of confusion on her face doesn't vanish.

"The one I go to every Sunday morning." He elaborates.

"Oh!" she finally says, slapping his arm, "But wait, I thought his name was Ernest."

He shakes his head, breathing deeply "No, Ernest is the name of the elevator attendant back home."

Even I knew that.

Edward's eyes come back to me, and suddenly everyone else is staring too. I wouldn't be surprised if the entire restaurant was watching me by how uncomfortable I feel. How the heck is Edward able to function so normally when I can barely remember my name?

"You must be Bella" Edward finally says. "Nice to finally meet you"

For one horrible moment, I actually think he's forgotten who I am. I feel my face fall in pained disbelief. The blow hits me right in the chest, so hard I almost fall back against my seat.

But his eyes are honest, unlike his words.

His eyes register intimate recognition as they implore me to play along.

I swallow hard several times, urging the cotton ball to dislodge from my throat so that I may finally speak.

"N-Nice to meet you" I manage.

He nods, relieved.

Emmett strokes the skin of my bare shoulder with his thumb as his arm is still around me. He asks with his eyes what the fuck is up with me, but there is no way I can answer. Not yet.

Tanya is eyeing the two of us suspiciously, particularly the hand on my shoulder. But I don't have the energy to even try and figure out what her deal is. Edward watches the hand, too.

"Will you guys excuse me" I say.

I have immediate plans to call Rose for some emergency crisis intervention.

I make my way to the exit as swiftly as possible, and nearly cry with relief at the feel of the evening wind washing over my face. It tousles my hair soothingly, and I close my eyes as I focus solely on the sensation.

Once I'm able to breathe normally again, I dig through my purse for my phone and dial Rose. She answers on the first ring, and I completely skip pleasantries to jump right into the crisis. She's blessedly silent throughout the whole thing, allowing me to purge.

Rose knew every single minute detail about my life, save for the Edward story. Until now. I leave nothing out.

"Bella, please let me in" he sounded angry now. It was more of a command than a plea.

But there was no way I could allow him inside, no matter how badly my body yearned to comply with his every whim.

I'd been throwing up for nearly an hour. My body lay slumped on the dirty floor as I leaned my back against the cold tiled walls. The room smelled like alcohol and bathroom, and everything was spinning too fast for my eyes to keep track.

But at least the worst was over with. I just needed to wait for my body to regain its equilibrium.

My drunkenness was fading. Most of it lay floating in the toilet beside me which I felt too exhausted to flush. The rest of it stained my clothing. And probably my hair, too.

I would surely die if Edward saw me like this.

"Damn it Bella, at least fucking say something so I know you haven't knocked your head on the sink and passed out." He banged a fist on the door.

Afraid he would knock it down, I cleared my throat and rasped. "I'm fine, y-you can go"

"You sound half-dead, you're obviously not fine."

"I am… promise" I insisted weakly.

"Shut up, Bella" he said. "I'm coming in. Sorry about your door, Jazz"

There was a loud thump on the door. Panic filled me. Then another, and I actually contemplated jumping out the window. By the third, I knew I wouldn't make it in time because the door flew open.

I squeezed my eyes shut in utter humiliation, unwilling to see the look of absolute disgust on his face.

I heard Edward's long, confident strides as he immediately made his way towards me. Absolutely no hesitation. He stopped in front of me, and I heard the sound of a towel being shaken out before warmth and softness completely mummified me.

I chanced a peek between my lids to see that gorgeous smirk of his.

"If you thought I'd be put off by a little puke, you must not be familiar with my sister." Alice Cullen, Forks' residential party girl. Everyone knew her.

I bit my lips, still too embarrassed to speak.

Before I could stop him, Edward reached beneath me and lifted me up. I let out a startled squeak but quickly shut my mouth, afraid he'd catch a whiff of my vomit breath.

I couldn't even hold on properly because my arms were wrapped tightly within the towel.

He reached a foot out and flushed the toilet before carrying me out.

I pressed my face downward, ashamed all over again at the prospect of all my classmates seeing me like this. But once we stepped out, I saw that nearly everyone was gone. The music was very low and the only people left were some of Jasper and Edward's closest friends.

They were gracious enough to not stare too long.

I wanted to ask where we were going, but was still too afraid he'd smell my acid breath.

He carried me from the basement and up an additional flight of stairs until we were on the second landing. We went into a bedroom, decorated so formally it had to be a guestroom.

He finally placed me on the floor.

"There's an attached bathroom through there with a spare set of everything." He said, pointing to a door in the wall. "You can do whatever makes you feel comfortable to get cleaned up. I'll be downstairs with the others cleaning up the mess from the party. You call me if you need anything, okay?"

I nodded mutely.

He lingered for a moment, gazing deeply into my eyes before leaving.

I didn't hesitate to jump into the shower as soon as I was alone. I shampooed my hair twice and brushed my teeth three times in addition to scrubbing every trace of grime that remained on my skin.

After an hour, I turned off the water feeling human again. It wasn't until I exited the shower that I realized my dilemma. I had nothing to wear. The thought of putting the same disgusting clothes back on made me feel sick all over again. It would completely negate the effect of the one hour shower I'd just taken.

I'd have to borrow something from Jasper.

As soon as I exited the bathroom, Edward entered the room.

Our eyes made instant, smoldering contact before taking in the appearance of the other.

His hair was damp, and he'd changed into a gray t-shirt and black sweat pants. His biceps were on full, illegal display as was the prominent outline of his sculpted swimmer's body. I felt my mouth run dry.

Edward studied my towel clad form with the same appreciation I'd had while studying him. Something I'd grown well accustomed to feeling in his presence radiated across my skin and centered firmly in my gut, stronger than ever before.

"My clothes are dirty" I managed, feeling the need to explain myself.

For long moments, he didn't say anything, but his eyes spoke so loudly he didn't need to. His appraisal was shameless, savoring, and hungry. I felt my fingers and toes curl tightly as if trying to contain the sensation his gaze awakened in me.

My damp body shivered even though I only felt unbearable heat. An ache unlike anything I'd ever felt twisted my insides, making me want to cry out.

And all due to the power this boy held in his eyes.

He finally made his move, approaching me slowly and with intent written in his expression. My heart rate spiked dangerously the closer he came. For some unfathomable reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being threatened, although I was far from afraid. I retreated two steps for every lazy one he took, until my back hit the wall.

Edward stepped into me, not pausing until he physically couldn't go any further. There was not the slightest bit of space between me, him, and the wall. He'd effectively made a Bella sandwich.

The delicious pressure of his weight against me caused me to release the cry I'd been containing.

Two hands cupped my face as he stared into my eyes, begging earnestly for something. Didn't he know he could take anything he wanted? He must've finally seen the willingness in my eyes because in the next moment, his mouth was all over mine.

He pressed firmly and for a long, savoring moment, robbing the very breath from my lungs. My skin tingled from the effects of his passionate kiss, making my body shiver off the wall. He eventually parted his beautiful lips for me, sucking each of mine between them soundly. His movement became more deliberate—the perfect balance of sweet and sinful.

His scent washed over me—Irish Spring soap combined with fresh, minty toothpaste. I reacted more than a little enthusiastically. In a sudden burst of desire, I lunged at him.

I threw both my arms and legs out, wrapping around him fully and desperately. I'd needed this for so long now. This very scenario replayed countless times in my dreams. Before he realized what he was doing and stopped, I was going to take full freaking advantage.

His hands blazed over my back in encouragement, heating my blood to feverish degrees despite the barrier the towel provided. I locked my arms securely around his neck, wanting this to last forever. Our mouths were dancing sinfully, tasting and sucking and relishing loudly. His groans harmonized with my moans, creating the most arousing melody I'd ever heard.

He ran his hands down my back and over my ass, pausing to squeeze firmly, before continuing down my legs to hitch me further up his body. Once I was situated around him, he pressed me back firmly against the wall.

His hands went back to my ass.

"I've wanted to touch this ass for so long, now" he moaned against my mouth, squeezing my flesh.

I moaned enthusiastically. Suddenly, his path took him beneath the towel, and he took a moment to run his hands over my skin before travelling up to seize my bare bottom in his large palms. I cried out instantly.

His eyes asked if it were okay, and I knew mine answered with a vehement 'yes'.

The feeling of being skin to skin was indescribable. I trembled in his arms, undulating my hips against the ridges of his torso, making it clear what I was yearning for.

But Edward just kept petting my soft skin and peppering kisses across my face and, eventually, my neck.

"Edward" I breathed his name desperately, clawing at the material of his shirt.

He unleashed a startlingly rough growl, making my body jerk in surprise.

"Fuck, say my name again" He begged, keeping his nose buried in my neck.

I couldn't not.

"Edward" I repeated, moaning.

He gripped my ass hard, almost to the point of pain, but I just hummed in pleasure.

His lips parted over the skin he'd spoken against and he sucked across the expanse of it, groaning the whole time.

The noises he made did unbelievable things to my body. The area between my legs throbbed painfully with every wet kiss he planted. Every groan and every suck was a brutal attack on my control, pushing me further and further from rationality. We'd long since passed the point of no return. My center pulsed urgently with every rub against his hardness. I was swollen and sobbing for his brand of relief. I knew I had to be beyond damp now, completely drenched. I ached for him with every bone in my body.

I pressed my center even harder against him, trying to convey my desperation, unable to quite put it into words.

Edward's face blazed a wet, fiery trail downward.

One hand left its grip on my behind to snatch one end of my towel and tug. It pooled around my waist, trapped between us. Cool air rushed over my burning skin, pebbling my nipples up even more.

Edward didn't waste time firmly grabbing one breast and lifting it into his mouth, encompassing one tight peak with his firm lips. He sucked strongly, making something in my belly coil so tightly I couldn't help but scream out, arching my back off the wall.

In the back of my mind, I was able to register that I'd never gotten so far with another guy. But I felt no fear, and no hesitation to give it all to Edward. Tonight. Regardless of whether or not he'd be disgusted with himself tomorrow.

The thought brought an unwelcome prickle to my eyes, so I shoved it aside and out of my reach.

With a frustrated grunt, Edward ripped us away from the wall, never pulling his lips from my chest. With a pop, he released my breast to lay me on the bed.

He ripped my towel away, baring me completely to his gaze.

My first instinct was to shield the parts of me that no one else had ever seen before. But I fought it determinedly, not wanting him to think I was the least bit hesitant.

Edward put a hand over his mouth and I heard a muffled, "Fuck"

I grinned a little.

Through his sweat pants, I could easily see the prominent bulge of his cock. I wanted to touch it so badly I nearly rose from the bed. But his own hand beat me to it, and I watched, fixated, as he squeezed a palm almost violently against himself and rubbed along the length of it firmly.

He lunged at me, suddenly, pressing his body on top of mine, pressing me into the bed.

"Bella, I need to have you tonight." He implored before pressing his lips against mine. "Just for tonight, please, can I take you?" He kissed me again. "Please"

It was no surprise, but I couldn't deny that it stung to hear the words aloud. Just for tonight. He just wanted me for one, secret, night and that would be the end of it. I did have some pride, but at the moment, I didn't want it. I swallowed it down forcefully, determined to just enjoy the moment.

Whatever deeper feelings I might've had for Edward would just have to take a backseat to my more basic needs. I would enjoy tonight, and never regret it.

I nodded, "Yes"

He smiled crookedly at me, making my pulse race all over again.

He reached down and tore his shirt over his head. I only had a moment to appreciate the wondrous sight before me. Before my eyes could finish they're trek down his sexy happy trail, he was back to covering my body with his.

The new skin to skin contact set off sparks everywhere we touched as his lips continued to fondle my own. His hands massaged my thighs gently, slowly coaxing them wider and wider apart, before he leaned back and looked down.

His eyes went directly to my drenched slit as he opened me up for his full inspection. His expression reminded me of a starved wolf with its eyes dead set on its next prey. It was so ravenous and alarmingly intense, that I was instantly overcome with the urge to squeeze my legs shut for some friction…and a bit of modesty. But his strong grip wouldn't allow me to shut him out. I knew I said I didn't want to appear hesitant, but his leering felt so ridiculously invasive. Like there was no part of me I could hide from him. Like every single inch was his to look at as he pleased.

A shudder racked through me at the thought.

"Forgive me if I'm being too crass, but…" he began as he trailed one finger maddeningly along my inner thigh, inching closer and closer to my most sensitive spot. "You have a fucking beautiful pussy, Bella"

And that teasing finger blazed a trail straight from my opening to my clit, parting my folds before going back down again.

I cried out, and then bit my lip to stifle any more sounds. I poured all my focus into breathing regularly through my nose, and not into how Edward's finger slowly penetrated me, inching carefully inside. I deliberately refused to acknowledge the way he groaned instantly and muttered something about my being 'so wet' and 'so fucking tight'. And I certainly ignored him as he removed that finger and sucked it into his mouth before putting it back in.

"Oh, God" I whispered, as he pumped his finger slowly, pressing against my inner walls to open me up more.

He suddenly left my body to drop to his knees on the floor. I whimpered in protest before he grabbed my legs, dragged me to the edge of the bed and spread me open again.

His intent was clear. I stiffened as his mouth came close to my burning center.

His eyes finally met mine, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my shivering folds as he asked, "Can I?"

I nodded, and he immediately opened his mouth over me and sucked.

I pressed my lips together tightly as a loud, stuttering moan escaped me. I didn't want to risk screaming, not knowing who was still in the house, so I grabbed a pillow and pressed it against my face.

No sooner had I put it on had Edward ripped it off. He hadn't even stopped his ministrations to do so. But the look in his eye warned me not to try that again.

He moaned contentedly as if partaking in a remarkable feast, as he alternated between sucking on my clit and folds, and lapping at my entrance.

The pleasure bordered on pain, it was so fucking good. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined something could feel like this. My hips rolled in tandem with his wild lips, seeking out more contact.

There was an undeniable pressure inside me that burned to be released. And with every stroke Edward made across my burning flesh, I felt it grow heavier and even more ferocious at the pit of my stomach. It ate at me, robbing me of all sense.

I felt like Edward had completely obliterated every last working brain cell I possessed. I barely registered when he locked his strong arms around my thighs to keep my thrashing hips pinned to the mattress. The pleasure was all encompassing and possessive, consuming and demanding. It demanded every last ounce of pleasure I was capable of and it sure as fuck got it.

Edward thrust his tongue into my opening, plunging deep within while simultaneously sucking my flesh. His tongue roamed brazenly along my walls, stroking earnestly and without mercy despite how loudly I cried. I was almost glad that I had no idea what sort of embarrassing things I must've been spewing.

The pressure wound tighter and grew smaller, compacting itself at one deliberate spot in my body. It burned hotter and hotter as my pleasure escalated, completely undermining all my previous understandings of desire.

I was ready to sob, the sensations were so overwhelming. I needed an outlet, a release from this wonderful torment. I could feel it looming just out of my grasp. I didn't know what I needed to get myself there, but if I didn't get it soon, I was sure my body would shatter from the frustration.

Edward retracted his tongue to drag it back up to my clit. He roughly ran the wet appendage against my stiff bud a few times, making me tremble even more violently than I already was with every flick. He finally decided to stop teasing me and wrapped his lips around it, sucking insistently. I writhed wantonly. He released my thigh from one arm and brought his finger to my opening. He circled it, chuckling when I whimpered pathetically, before sticking first one, then another finger inside.

Had he not been holding me down so securely, my hips would've definitely catapulted off the bed.

His expert stimulation had been just what I'd needed to send me over. The unforgiving pressure inside finally exploded, setting me free, seizing my every muscle with an unrelenting fist. I was paralyzed and blind for an unnerving moment, sparks flying before my eyes. I felt submerged in a sea of unparalleled euphoria, struggling to breathe as wave after wave of heated bliss washed through me.

I lay trembling as Edward continued to lap at my center, each lick causing residual electric shocks to zip up my spine.

I finally had to push his head away, mewling as I did so since I still couldn't speak.

He chuckled and I gasped, squeezing my thighs around his head at the sensation.

He pushed them apart again and continued tasting me, being thorough in his quest to prevent a single drop of my essence from going to waste.

I moaned as my thighs trembled around him, knowing he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied.

And when he was, he groaned and shot up my body to give me a kiss. He coaxed my tongue out, and I shuddered at the thought of tasting myself on him.

But then I remembered—no hesitance…

I kissed him back fully and enthusiastically, surprised at the desire I felt while doing so.

With my feet, I managed to tug his sweats down past his hips. I didn't want him to think I was done for the night.

Something thick and hard, and slightly damp immediately thwacked loudly against my inner thigh. The hit instantly paralyzed me with a sharp jolt of both desire and fear. I pulled away from his lips to glance down, unable to resist.

I gulped at the sight of the thick, glistening head staring back at me. My instincts demanded I run away, save myself from the world of pain headed my way. I'd never seen a penis in real life before now, but I'd seen enough porn to know how the scale worked. And Edward definitely landed on the extreme end. And it wasn't on the small side.

Edward read the hesitation on my face and kissed me deeply.

"We can stop now...if you want" he said although his eyes pleaded for the exact opposite.

I couldn't help but giggle, "I'm fine. It's just… you're not exactly …small"

I blushed at my words and Edward fixed me with his perfect crooked grin.

"I bet we'll make a perfect fit."

I nodded at him, letting him know I was ready.

He grasped both my hands securely and brought them up over my head, pinning me down. His gaze held mine attentively, and I gasped at the passion in his expression. Though the lights were dim, the sparks in his eyes provided just enough for me to see his beautiful face clearly.

He pecked my lips once, "Spread your legs for me"

I complied as he situated himself against me. Slowly, he rubbed each and every tantalizing inch of himself through my wet folds, parting them, creating the most arousing friction. We moaned into each other's faces, as he repeated his actions and I aided him by moving my hips in opposition to his. Every time his head poked at and dragged along my burning clit, I shivered.

"I'm ready, please" I finally begged, unable to endure any more teasing "Please"

He didn't stop, but brought his lips back down to my nipples, rolling his tongue around them before biting down gently, making my body jolt.

"Please" I repeated breathlessly as my thighs quivered around him.

The ache had returned full force. He continued to ignore me, taking his time pleasuring himself with each of my aching nipples, nibbling and sucking them as if I wasn't even in the room. The thrusts of his hips never faltered.

I gritted my teeth, fighting against the unbearable build up of pressure. The only sounds that filled the room were my whimpering moans and Edward's relentless sucking.

Right as I felt my orgasm sneaking up on me again, Edward pulled away. He slipped on a condom swiftly and then plunged inside. Hard.

A searing shock of burning pain radiated from my core and took possession of every inch of me. I cried out, certain that this much pain could kill a girl.

When the white noise cleared and I could finally hear again, I registered Edward's ardent whispers.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't know" he said, peppering kisses along my face.

Despite his remorseful tone, his eyes still blazed hotly with insufferable lust. He remained absolutely still, seated so deeply within me I had no idea how he'd ever manage to squeeze his way out. I felt like I should be the one to apologize. Knowing how badly he wanted this didn't make it any easier to overlook the pain.

He leaned his head against my shoulder, breathing heavily as he ran his hands soothingly along my body. With every pass of his hands, and puff of his breath, I felt myself relax as the tension slowly released me. Before long, I began flexing my walls, assessing the girth and length of him from within.

Edward groaned, "Please don't do that. It's hard enough trying to keep from fucking you into the mattress."

I bit my lip as the pain ebbed to be replaced by desire. It wasn't long before all I felt was full of Edward—something I'd wanted to be for a long time now.

I brought my lips to his ear, and brought his lobe between my teeth. He hissed.

"Do it" I urged, as I began to suck.

"What" he murmured distractedly.

I grinned and inhaled a breath of courage, "Fuck me into the mattress"

Edward shivered above me, shaking his head. "You're trying to fucking kill me, I swear"

I was going to ask what he meant by that, but I was stunned silent by the incredible pleasure that racked through me when he reared back and slammed his hips against mine. Hard.

I cried out in bliss, the sensation being exactly what I'd needed to help ease the inferno in my depths.

Edward moaned too, stilling himself once more as if needing to recollect himself. I whimpered for him to continue and he slowly eased back out, before swiftly pounding right back in.

He picked up the pace, keeping up a hard and deep rhythm. My moans streamed steadily past my lips as my head thrashed against the onslaught. Edward continued to pound into me, gritting his teeth and reclaiming my palms to pin them above my head once more.

His lips met mine, his tongue plunging deep as if trying to consume me.

He sped up, pumping harder and deeper as his eyes roamed the entire length of me as if he wanted to commit every bit to memory. There was so much of him to take, but I was determined to take it all. I raised my hips up off the bed, urging him to give me all of it.

"Fuck, yes" he groaned, releasing one of my hands to grasp the small of my back, holding me up to receive his eager thrusts.

He went even faster still, pounding and slamming and I was in absolute bliss. Every one of his thrusts seemed to go deeper than the last, repeatedly grazing something sensitive in me, making my toes curl every time.

"God, Edward!" I moaned, clenching his hand so tightly it must hurt. But he didn't complain.

He kept up with the relentless slamming of his hips against mine, maintaining that look of complete and utter determination and all-consuming passion on his face. That look alone would forever haunt me. When I'm old and gray, and withering away, the face of Edward Cullen, lost in lust, will remain etched in my memory.

The fires were escalating quickly and I knew it wouldn't be long before Edward hurled me headfirst into them. His eyes suddenly lit up with the realization and his thrusts became even faster and more eager.

"Yes, Bella, fucking yes" he chanted, pinning me with his sharp gaze. "Almost there, baby"

My thighs began to quiver, and soon my whole body was trembling. The ache grew sharper, more acute and I knew my release was imminent. Everything inside me felt sensitive and tight, ready to burst. Tears ran freely from my eyes as I cried out, and I pinned them shut as something with a force tantamount to that of a nuclear bomb threatened to go off inside me.

Edward sped up even faster.

He grunted and moaned, urging me on with sinfully erotic words.

"Please, please, please, please, please" I begged, for what exactly, I had no idea.

"Come on, baby, come on" Edward growled, before suddenly stopping to sit back on his knees.

I chanced a peak at his glorious form as he completely towered over my body. He was an avenging angel, his expression fierce but beautiful. He hooked his arms beneath my knees and leaned back.

And he pounded away at me, so hard I felt like I should've been riddled to dust already.

I cried out a string of profanities as everything exploded inside, and a release unlike anything I'd ever known swallowed me whole.

"Fuck!" Edward growled menacingly as he threw his head back. "You are so fucking tight, Bella, oh. My. God."

I continued moaning as his heavy thrusts continued, drawing out my orgasm for several more euphoric moments. With one final thrust that was even more forceful than the ones preceding it, Edward came. He roared, pinning our hips together tightly as he emptied himself into the condom.

He collapsed on top of me and I reveled in his delightful weight. We both panted heavily, trying to catch our breaths.

"That was…" he began lazily.

I reached down to pet his hair, "Yeah" I finished, as a goofy smile made its way across my lips.

He rose onto his forearms to peck my lips before rolling over. He dragged us both up to the head of the bed, drew the sheets back, and tucked us in. He held me close and tightly, and I'd never felt so safe in my life.

"You don't have to go home tonight, do you?" he asked, nuzzling into my hair.

I smiled as a slow blush crept onto my cheeks, "No"

He kissed my head, "Good"

"He woke me up like three more times that night to go again" I say, sighing at the memory.

"Wow, gotta love teenage stamina" Rose jokes. "What happened the morning after?"

I sigh again, "Well, first I thanked my lucky stars that I was awake before him, and then I scrambled the hell out of there despite every part of my body aching beyond imagination…including my heart"

I'd been circulating the block while on the phone with Rose, but stopped myself before I could round the next corner. I'll round it when I'm ready to rejoin them.

"That was the last time I ever saw him" I say, "I left the next week to spend the summer in Florida with my mom. I don't know how he got my number but he called me so many times. But…I was too much of a coward back then to answer."

"Apparently you're still a coward since you're not in there right now." Rose says, always blunt.

I groan, "I know, but it was just…too much. I seriously thought I was going to faint in there."

It's Rose's turn to sigh, "Well why did you avoid him for so long, anyway? The sex was apparently great, and you said he was a nice guy"

I shrug, "I was afraid. Afraid I wasn't anywhere near good enough for a guy like him and that he'd realize that and regret the whole thing. I'm not the same person I was in high school Rose, I had some serious insecurity issues."

"I get it" she tells me.

"And after I got over that and started thinking that maybe he didn't regret it, I became embarrassed by how immaturely I'd reacted. And then I knew I couldn't face him again."

"What happened when you came back that summer?" she asks.

"He'd already been gone. He went to school somewhere in Chicago and I went to school here in Seattle where I met my pain in the ass best friend."

"Ha ha, bitch, do you want me to hang up on you?"

"No" I whine, "Please help"

"Well first thing you're going to do is breathe. Then you're going to march right back in there and be yourself. It's been six years and like you said, you're not the same person you were then. Let him see that and you guys can have a fresh start. You can't avoid him forever now that you'll be living together."

I groan at the reminder. I'd almost forgotten that I'll need to face Edward for more than just this evening.

"Okay" I say, petulantly.

"You'll be fine, babe, but call me if you need anything."

"Yeah," I sigh, "thanks"

We hang up and I head to the restaurant. Right before I enter, I follow Rose's advice. I breathe deeply, once for courage, and once more for hope.

Please, let this all go smoothly…

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