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Since neither of us is in any hurry to bring our night to an end, we put off the grand finale for now, instead choosing to lie in each other's arms and just talk. I may have just met this man—who is currently drawing lazy circles up and down my back, making me shiver—but I feel like I have known him forever. I'm so comfortable around him.

I wonder if that's because he's a likeable guy or because I'm drunk. My guess would be the latter.

But my hope is that it's the former.

"So…Bella…what brings you to New York?" Edward mumbles in between the kisses he drops along my jaw line. A warning sounds in the back of my mind with his question. Isn't that a little personal for a one-night stand? That is what he thinks this is, right?

Yeah. The part of me that is enjoying whatever the fuck this is tells the sensible part to shut it.

"Well, Mr. Cullen, I'm not sure that is any of your business…yet." I smirk to let him know I'm not upset by his question; just not comfortable enough to answer yet. "But maybe if you're lucky, you'll find out." As I'm trying to sound coherent, I attach my lips to his neck, his jaw, the hollow behind his ear, anywhere I can reach.

God, the smell of his cologne is otherworldly. If I wasn't already naked and pressed up against him, I'd be all over him like white on rice.

And that's when it hits me.

I feel really…safe here. Before I lose that feeling, I sit up and reposition myself so that I'm straddling Edward. He lets out a throaty groan as he bucks his hips into me. "Fucking vixen," I hear him growl.

Well, green-eyes, you bring it out of me.

I press down on his hardening cock, grinding against him as my juices coat both of us where we make contact. And with that, I'm gone. I want—no, need him.

"Edward," I whimper, and he answers with a loud moan. "I need you in me. Now."

He moves so fast that he has me on my back before I can register what he's doing. I feel his hard cock at my entrance, already slick with the combination of my arousal and his precum. "Condom." There is no chance I'm risking that with a guy I just met.

I whimper again as he breaks contact to get off the bed and goes to his bedside table. I hear the ripping of foil, and…holy. Edward rolling on a condom is one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. It's almost enough to make me come rightthefucknow. I take my lower lip between my teeth to stifle the moan that builds.

And then he's back at my entrance. I'm kind of pissed at myself for making him put a condom on, but I know it's the sensible thing to do. And since I'm not doing anything else sensible tonight, it's probably a good idea.

"Are you ready for this, kitten?" I hear him growl as the head of his cock slips in between my folds. I arch my back into him, needing more. He's teasing me. And he knows it. The smirk on his face proves that.

"Fuck me, Edward." I barely have the breath to get my words out before he slams into me. Filling. Stretching. My nails dig into the skin of his shoulders as a scream escapes my lips. Edward silences me, his mouth melding with mine. He's still for a moment, ensuring he's not hurting me. But arching my back into his chest, eager to get even closer, shows him that he better move or I'm gonna lose my fucking mind.

I hear him growl as he thrusts into me again and I bite down on his bottom lip, trying to refrain from screaming out in pleasure. Knowing it'll drive him crazy, I clench down on his cock.

"Fuck, Isabella," he huffs. "I'm not going to last long." Good. Neither will I.

"Harder, Edward," I mewl as my nails scratch down his back. And with that, he pounds into me with a rhythm and force that makes me scream out his name over and over.

And when he brings his hand to where we're joined and begins to rub slow circles on my clit with his thumb, it's so unexpected compared to the rhythm of his thrusts that it slowly drives me insane.

"Edward…close," I pant, knowing I have a few seconds before I topple over the edge.

"That's it. Come, baby."

The tensing takes over so quickly that it knocks the air out of me. I scream his name as my mind goes blank and I ride the waves of my orgasm, knowing this is the most pleasure I've ever felt. And I vaguely register Edward's erratic thrusts as he comes.

Then I hear his panting. We both try to catch our breath, his body comfortably covering mine, his softening cock still inside me. And although I know he'll have to dispose of the condom soon, I don't want him moving just yet. So I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him slowly, sweetly.

"You keep doing that, and you're gonna have another round on your hands, kitten," Edward mumbles into my mouth. And I can feel his cock inside me, twitching, waking up. Again. Insatiable bastard.

And as good as another round of fucking sounds, right now I'm completely spent. So I stop kissing Edward and instead move to run my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. With his head comfortably resting on my chest, I feel more than hear the hum that escapes him. I close my eyes and focus on the sound of his breathing.

I let out a small whine in protest when I feel Edward move off of me, but he's back at my side in moments, after cleaning himself off, I'm guessing. He pulls the covers over us, then brings me to his side, draping his arm around me. As he kisses my hair, I can't help but to feel…complete. A small alarm goes off in the back of my mind, warning me that I shouldn't feel this way for someone who I just met. But I can't find it in me to care right now.

I fall asleep to the sound of Edward's heartbeat.

Next up: Bella wakes up with a huge hangover. Shit's gonna hit the fan. Until next time, everyone!

xoxo