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"What do you want, Bella?" he asks raggedly, and I can't do it anymore. I can't let my insecurities and past cause me to miss out on any chance I have with this man. Because there's something that I realize I've been ignoring and forcing away to protect myself: I love Edward. And I can't run away from him anymore. I don't know what the future will bring…but I do know that I'm going to take this chance now.

So I let my eyes flutter closed and a shaky sigh escape my lips as I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him down closer to me.

I whisper.

"Edward…Kiss me."

"Bella," he groans, and then his lips are back on mine, and they're just as perfect as I remember. I whimper into his mouth as he gently nibbles on my bottom lip, bringing his tongue out to caress the slight sting away. His kiss is deep and hypnotic and slow, and soon my eyes flutter closed and my head is spinning as he presses closer to me, holding me in his arms.

I fall back as he leans over me, both of our feet still planted firmly on the ground until he makes a sound of frustration and suddenly he's pulling away and lifting me, moving me farther up the couch until I'm lying on my back. He just stands there, looking at me, his eyes running a slow, burning trail from my face to my feet, and I've never felt so sensual in my life. I'm suddenly aware of my long dark hair and how it's splayed out around my shoulders and arms, my nipples visibly hard under my thermal, my shorts revealing more skin than he's ever seen as the firelight plays over it, casting light and shadow.

His eyes come back up to my face and they're dark and intense, and I bite my lip as he leans over me stealthily, slowly, making my heart pound as he reminds me of a predator, beautiful and deadly in its hunt for its prey. His lips meet mine in a slow, searing kiss as his hands tangle in my hair and his body is so warm and hard as it relaxes on top of me. I feel the stirrings of desire grow stronger as his hands run up my sides, pulling my thermal along with it. He disconnects his mouth from mine only long enough to pull my shirt over my head, and then his lips are on mine again, kissing harder.

I whimper into his mouth as my nipples, already hard and aching, rub against the slightly rough material of his shirt, and he catches his breath, his lips leaving mine to trail down my chin to my neck. I shiver uncontrollably as his hands trail up my sides in sweeping circles, getting closer and closer to my chest as his lips move down, pressing kisses along the sensitive skin of my collarbones and lower. They meet in the middle, his hands pressing my breasts upward as his lips close over first one nipple, then the other. I arch my back, whimpering quietly with the almost overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations, and he groans against my nipple, sending fire straight from the sensitive bud down between my legs. My hips undulate unconsciously and he starts thrusting lightly, and I'm lost. His hands and mouth on my breasts, his dark eyes burning into mine, feeling him hot and hard thrusting right where I need him- it has me lost, floating, and he's the only one who can keep me grounded.

His lips move, and then they're nipping and sucking at my stomach, his tongue teasing the skin above my shorts, and I'm panting, eyes closed as my stomach jumps and my hips move, desperately trying to get closer to the source of the teasing. He takes his time, almost as if he's savoring the taste of my skin, and I can feel his eyes on my face as I whimper and moan with pleasure. His lips still on my stomach, he grabs the legs of my shorts and tugs, and I lift my hips. He pulls them off easily, pressing one more kiss to my stomach before stopping to peruse me from head to toe again.

I'm immediately worried and self-conscious and thankful that I shaved yesterday because it's Friday and I wasn't expecting…well, him…so I'm only wearing white cotton panties. But Edward just stares and then lifts his eyes to mine, and they're even darker, if that's possible.

"Beautiful," he whispers huskily, and I feel my body flush as he reaches out, using one single finger to trace the seam of my panties. I suck in a breath and bite my lip when his finger stops right where I need him most, where I'm already throbbing and swollen with desire. Edward raises his eyes to my face, watching as he presses down firmly, and I gasp as he rubs up and down right there.

"Baby...You're so wet." His whisper is reverent and gritty and it makes me shiver with want. I know I should be embarrassed by how soaked I am, but I'm too focused on the feeling of his fingers tracing aimless patterns on my panties to care. It's been so long since I've done this, felt someone else's hand on me besides my own, and I feel like I could come on the spot when he returns to my clit, rubbing in firm circles. God, if he can make me feel like this with panties on...

I gasp, opening my eyes and sitting up on my elbows in surprise when he presses his nose to the front of my panties, breathing in deeply with a groan. I can feel my face and chest stain red with embarrassment.

"Edward, what..?"

"You smell so good," he groans, as if that's supposed to be an adequate explanation for why he's nuzzling me, his eyes closed as if he's in heaven. I just gape at him as he presses a kiss to my inner thigh and pulls my panties to the side with a single finger, exposing me to him and the air. My astonishment is forgotten and I shiver and my thighs tremble slightly as he returns to tracing my skin with his finger, opening me to him, and it feels so good. I whimper as his finger circles my entrance, gathering the wetness there before he slides it back up to my clit, rubbing in firm circles again.

"Ohh..." I can only moan, my head falling back as the pleasure strums through my veins, everything focusing on the feel of his fingers and the lips that are kissing and nipping my inner thighs. I want to cry with frustration when he stops, but he grabs onto the waistband of my panties and I lift my hips, making it easier for him to take them off. He slides them down my legs slowly, following with wet kisses, and I'm going to die if he doesn't touch me again. But first...

I sit up as he sets my feet down, reaching for his shirt and loving the heated way he looks down at me as I grab the hem and push it up. I feel more heat between my legs as I expose the skin- it's pale and dotted with small moles here and there, stretching over the dips and curves of his muscles, and I can't help but touch, kissing and rubbing my way up his hard stomach and firm chest. I revel in his groans as I lick and nip each of his small brown nipples, finally reaching his neck as he raises his arms. He throws the shirt somewhere in the room- I don't even have the presence of mind to know where- and immediately buries his hands in my hair, covering my mouth with his in hot, wet kisses. I kiss him back just as passionately, my hands roaming over the muscles of his shoulders and arms, running down his body. I love the small sounds he makes as I touch him, and my hands trail down to the front of his jeans; I whimper as I palm the large, hard bulge, and he groans into my mouth, pressing his hips into my palm before he pulls back suddenly, shaking his head.

"What?" I ask breathlessly, and he returns his eyes to mine, and they smolder. He doesn't say anything; he just pushes on my shoulders gently, easing me onto my back, and I let him, suddenly feeling weak. He immediately kneels back onto the floor, grabbing my thighs and pulling me closer to him. My heart pounds as he trails kisses down my stomach, easing my legs open, and I hold my breath as he nuzzles the small patch of hair just above my clit with his nose, his breath washing over sensitive skin and making me shiver with anticipation.

I moan and he groans with his first lick, and my hands clutch his hair with the second, and then I can't hear anything over the rush of blood pounding in my ears and my own moans and gasps and cries of Yes, Edward, Right there. My back arches and I'm breathless and so close when he slides first one, then two fingers inside, his other hand rubbing and pinching my nipples. Then my head is thrashing back and forth and he's curling his fingers, thrusting them in and out, and I'm telling him I'm gonna come and he's telling me to come and my toes curl and I'm coming, almost crying as the searing heat of my orgasm rushes through my body in waves.

When I come back to myself I'm lying on the couch, boneless and lazy, and he's on top of me pressing gentle kisses to my collarbone. He looks down at me when I open my eyes, smiling.

"Welcome back," he says, and he looks equal parts smug and honored and just sexy, and I pull his lips down to mine, kissing him slowly. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel and so my hands trail down between us, toying with the sparse trail of hair from his navel that disappears below his pants. His stomach jumps as I swallow his small sounds of pleasure, and this time when I reach for the button of his jeans he lets me. He grunts as I slide my hand inside, circling him, and God, he's so hot and hard and thick. I'm surprised when my insides clench, desire rising again underneath my skin, everything inside me screaming to feel everything of him. I push his pants and boxer briefs down with my feet and he lifts up to help me, kicking them off.

He settles back above me and I grab him again, feeling how he jumps and pulses in my hand, fluid leaking from the tip of his cock. He gasps as I use it to stroke him back and forth more easily and he presses his face into my neck, kissing and panting as his hips follow the rhythm of my hand. I squirm underneath him, so wet and aching for him, and he reaches between us, rubbing against my skin, making me whimper. He groans, probably feeling how wet I am, and then reaches for my hand, pulling it from him.

My heart pounds as he settles against my body, his eyes searching my face as his cock brushes against me, and I bite my lip, my eyes rolling closed as he strokes back and forth, his head rubbing against my clit with each thrust. I feel like I'm going to die and go to heaven, and I finally whisper, "Please." And he finally pushes inside of me, gentle and slow. I wince; it aches a little since it's been so long for me and he's so thick, and he pauses.

"You okay?" he whispers, and I nod, pushing him forward with my feet calves on his thighs.

"Please," I whisper again, and this time we're both letting out long sighs as he pushes inside of me fully. I breathe quickly as my body adjusts to the foreign yet familiar feeling of fullness, as I soften yet tighten around him. He's panting above me, his mouth slightly open and his eyes looking down between us, watching as he pulls out and then presses in again.

"Fuuuck," he whispers slowly, and it's so unlike him that I can't help the small giggle that escapes my lips. He looks up at me, blinking with surprise, and then grins, dazzling me with the way his eyes crinkle at the corners and one side of his mouth lifts up higher than the other.

"I love you," I sigh, unable to contain it, and his grin softens to something more emotional, his lips coming down to meld against mine.

"Love you too," he whispers against my mouth, and then he's pulling out and pushing inside again, stronger this time, and he does it again and again until he's set up a deep, grinding rhythm that's making heat prickle all over my skin. We're touching everywhere- lips to lips, chest to chest, hard to soft, his heart to mine and mine to his.

I'm gasping and he's grunting as he swivels his hips, pulling my leg higher up around his waist, opening me to him more fully. I'm totally consumed and possessed as I feel the heat and tension rising in my body, the fire simmering deep in my lower belly growing with each thrust. A light sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin and his and a shudder runs through his body before he stops abruptly, dropping his head to my chest. Impatient, I grind my hips against him, but he stops me with a groan and a strong hand to my hip.

"Edward?" I ask questioningly.

"Too fast," he whispers, and I understand. I already came once and I'm already so close; it's been a long time for us both. He seems a little embarrassed, and I don't want him to feel that way.

"Let me," I whisper back, and he lifts his head, questions in his eyes. I peck his lips and then push against his chest until he begins to move. I can see the moment he understands what I mean because his Adam's apple bobs with the force of his swallow; his eyes narrow and his nostrils flare slightly as he pulls out of me. He sits down and I follow him, my eyes glued to the sight of his long, thick erection coated with my juices lying against his stomach, jumping occasionally. I swallow against the sudden dryness in my throat and I want to taste him and hear the sounds he makes when I take him in my mouth.

But he stops me, pulling me up to kiss him, his hands fisting in my hair, and I file it away for another time, straddling him instead as his tongue slides sensually against mine. He moans into my mouth when I take him in my hand, pumping slowly before positioning my hips over him, slowly impaling myself on him until he's all the way inside. I'm panting into his mouth now, my body pulsing wetly around him as I'm filled with pleasure.

"Baby…You feel so good," he groans, looking down between us again.

"Yes," I hiss slowly, and I look down too as I slowly rise, revealing his cock shining with my juices, before I take him back in with a swivel of my hips that has him groaning and cursing and me smiling as I do it again.

I move up and down his thick length slowly, grinding against him with every down stroke, and he feels so amazing, filling me perfectly. His hands are rubbing my skin and fondling my breasts and I kiss his neck as I begin going faster, chasing that elusive feeling that's building up again. Edward's hands run down my back until he reaches two handfuls of flesh, and he moans and squeezes them, helping me grind harder, move faster over him, and it's not long before we're sweating again, whimpering and groaning and cursing, and we're both almost there.

"Oh God, Edward…I'm so close," I gasp, and he groans, his hands on my hips holding me in place as he begins thrusting up into me, hard and fast and so good. He's hitting me right there, right where I need it, and my legs begin trembling around his hips as my skin prickles. I lean down to kiss him, grasping his hair tightly and whimpering into his mouth as I grind against him, and then…

"Fuck," Edward groans against my lips and his hands are holding onto my hips so tightly I fear they'll bruise, but I don't feel it because he's pulsing inside of me, filling me with all that he has, and I'm shuddering and squeezing and rocking against him as I come. My mind is blank and I slump against him when the last wave of pleasure goes through my body, both of us breathing hard. I'm boneless and warm and have never felt so close to someone in my life.

I lift my head with a lazy smile, and he's looking back at me, his expression just as wondrous as I feel. His hands caress my back gently and I rest my forehead against his, letting myself just feel. Letting us just bask in this moment.

"Bella…That was…" he says after moments of breathing and staring, communicating with silence and brown to green.

"Yea. Amazing," I whisper, feeling tears prickle behind my eyelids. He presses a kiss against my chest and his eyes are that bright green again, and I'm so filled with love for this man. "Stay the night," I say, running my hands through his hair, and he smiles that crooked smile I love so much.

"Okay."

That's all he needs to say and it's time to get up. We both grimace and sigh as I pull off of him and stand up on slightly unsteady legs. This is the part of sex that's not so romantic, because I have sticky fluids running down my inner thigh and need to clean myself up, and he needs to clean up and I have to find him clothes to sleep in and cloths to use, and it's all a little awkward dancing around each other in my small apartment.

But when we're finally settled in my bed, his naked body warm and firm behind mine and his arms holding me close with words of love whispered in my ear before his breaths tickle my neck in the steady rhythm of sleep, I only have one thought: It's perfect.

And for now, that's enough.

A/N: Perfect indeed. So yea, they did that. It's a little hot in here, so I'm gonna go "cool off" now. Is it sad that this is the longest chapter of the story?

Next chapter coming soon, and we see the morning after. Please leave me a review and let me know what you thought!

Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.

-Lexi