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CHAPTER 7

-BPOV-

I stood in front of him, playing nervously with the skin around my fingernails, while trying desperately to keep my cool. Listening, as the electricity filtering around us buzzed so loudly it made my ears hurt and my heart pound relentlessly. This was definitely and epic moment in my life and I was going to take full advantage of it, no matter what the probable repercussions were going to be.

"Can I try something?" he asked, looking at me questioningly.

I kept looking up at him, my mouth slightly ajar as I sucked in and chewed on my bottom lip nervously.

"Ehm, sure, I guess." I replied furrowing my brows in confusion.

I then felt his hand palm my cheek gently and rub small circles with his thumb. I bit my lip and moaned at the feel of the electricity emanating from his touch. I was slightly embarrassed but didn't really care because I knew we both had a little too much to drink and I would take him however I could get him because my reality, the one that meant we never spoke and I was secretly in love with him, meant that this would never happen otherwise.

He then bent down and looked into my eyes, as I looked from his eyes to his lips and back again, licking my lips in response, before he placed his lips gently onto mine as if trying not to break me. He was slow and deliberate, almost like he was asking permission for something, and I'd let him do anything he wanted. The electricity that had fluttered around us before was intensified and I felt like I was on fire. The burn in his touch embraced my entire body and shot straight to my core, making me wet with anticipation. The dreams I had in the past were nothing compared to the real thing.

Our lips moved together slowly at first as I moved my hand up his arm and over to the back of his neck and played tenderly with the soft tendrils of hair as I moaned into his mouth.

I deepened the kiss by opening my mouth to him and grazed his tongue with mine eliciting a guttural groan from him. I was desperate for this not to end. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want him to realize he was with me and stop because I needed this and my desire for him overtook my mind and body.

He then placed his hands on my hips and started stroking soft circles on my hip bone with his thumbs as our tongues fought each other for control. My breathing got erratic as I brought my other had to the front of his shirt feeling his muscles and clawing at him getting a fist full of the cotton trying to get him closer to me.

That's when I noticed the obvious hardness against my belly and the thought of having him inside me elicited even more panting and groaning from my part and made my panties definitely wet. He then let go of my hip and let his hand trail down to my butt cheek, which he squeezed tenderly, eliciting another loud moan from my part.

There was no way I was going to keep this quiet because at this point I couldn't care less if the entire world knew I was enjoying being groped by Edward Cullen.

Then, it dawned on me: Oh. My. God. I was kissing Edward Cullen and getting him hard. What the hell?

And I never wanted it to stop, because good Lord, this boy can kiss.

Our mouths and tongues moved with each other naturally as if we had been doing this forever. Kissing him came naturally, just like breathing, which in turn got pretty erratic on both our parts. I fingered the hair on the back of his neck and pulled on it slightly, eliciting another guttural groan from him. I guess he liked that.

I started walking backwards holding on to his shirt and not breaking the kiss until I felt my lower back hit the kitchen cabinets. He pushed into me, making him unbelievably close to me as he bought his hand on top of the counter on either side of me and held them there. The hardness in his pants that pressed against me twitched as I pulled on his hair again. The grunts coming out of him where almost as loud as my moans. It felt good knowing I made him feel that way. The way his body surrounded me, enclosing me between him and the counter, made it so I couldn't escape even if I wanted to, which I certainly didn't.

I pulled my hands away from his hair and placed them palm down on the counter top. As I was about to hop up on to it, he brought his hands down to my butt and lifted me gracefully on to the counter. I slid my hands behind him and let my knees fall on either side of him before I ground his hips forward into mine. I felt his hardness instantly almost where I wanted it and let out a loud whimper. He groaned in response and broke the kiss.

He leaned in and touched his forehead to mine closing his eyes as he spoke trying to control his breathing.

"Bella, we can't do this." He looked at me pleading and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. "Not like this."

OK, so he definitely knows it's me he's kissing.

I then ground myself into him by pulling his body to mine with the balls of my heals pressed into his butt, eliciting a soft moan from each of us, telling one another we both wanted the same thing.

"Obviously part of you wants me." I said pointedly trying to keep myself from losing the ounce of control I had at that moment as my breathing started getting slightly back to normal. Well, almost.

The adrenaline pumping through my body had made the alcohol dissipate quicker and I felt only a slight bit inebriated at this point, but the need was there no matter what, and I would risk embarrassment to have him kiss me like that again.

"Oh, Bella, you have no idea." he replied as he placed another chaste kiss on my jaw.

"Oh I have an idea, it's quite obvious." I quipped as I ground myself against him once more. He inhaled deeply and started kissing my jaw moving down my neck to my exposed collar bone. I moaned in response and felt his dick twitch under his jeans.

Every kiss and every lick deepened the desire I had for him, driving me to the edge. The electricity was buzzing around us even more now, I didn't just feel it, I heard it louder than ever.

It couldn't just be me, he had to feel that too.

The air around us was so thick with desire, it drove me further into madness and made me want him to take me right there, on the kitchen counter, at my friends house, where I've had my morning cereal in the past.

God, what the hell am I doing? I asked myself, as his hands travelled from my lower back, up the side of my body to underneath my breasts, where he cupped them gently and squeezed, eliciting yet another loud moan that I couldn't stop from escaping my lips.

I wanted him and oddly enough, the shyness I usually felt around him started to dissipate making me a lot braver than I would usually have been, even drunk, which I was certainly not anymore.

"Mmmm, Bella" he breathed between kisses, making the wetness between my thighs grow more uncomfortable. My own breathing had grown erratic as my hands travelled from his back to his neck and into his hair again. I had imagined running my fingers through his hair ever since I was 6. It felt soft, like silk, and wild. I loved it. My hands squeezed the tendrils and pulled lightly again as I pulled his face to mine with desperate need. He groaned as his hips bucked into mine, rubbing up against my sweet spot giving me the friction I desperately desired.

He ground his hips more into me as I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper into me. I could feel his hardness pressed against my core as I rubbed myself shamelessly against him feeling the friction and hoping it didn't stop until I came, because if I couldn't get him inside me, I would at least try to get some sort of relief.

I moaned his name as I kissed him feverishly while he needed my breasts. Dry humping started to sound like something I could do for a while if I couldn't get the real thing.

He then let his hands fall gently down my ribs to the top of my thighs where he rested them gingerly. I felt his fingers twitch on my thighs as our tongues danced with each other, I couldn't believe this was happening and, even if I didn't want it to stop, I knew it had to because using him while he was this drunk certainly wasn't the right thing to do. I kept my hands safely in his hair, while we kissed, fully aware that if I even grazed the belt of his pants, there would be no going back. The wetness seeping from my core ignited the need, but my head told me otherwise.

The good girl in me knew this had to stop, but wanting him this much made that decision even harder.

Knowing the possible repercussions could make it impossible for this to happen again. He obviously knew he was kissing me and dry humping me, I just hoped he'd remember once he sobered up.

I unwillingly forced my fingers out of his hair and brought my hands to rest on his shoulders. I pushed him back lightly and pulled my head back slightly, loosing contact immediately.

I felt like I lost something I didn't know was missing from my being. I closed my eyes and took my bottom lip in my mouth, still tasting him, while trying desperately to slow my breathing.

I opened my eyes and swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. His eyes where dark and hooded, probably mirroring my own. We simultaneously leaned against each other and rested our foreheads together again as we each calmed our laboured breathing.

We stayed there, gazing into each other's eyes, for a good five minutes before either of us spoke. I didn't know what to say or do. I was afraid of losing whatever it was we had, if we had anything at all.

-EPOV-

Her cheek felt soft under my thumb as I leaned in and kissed her lips softly.

She was obviously nervous and I didn't know if I should even attempt this, but I needed to know what it would feel like to do it because maybe we'd be so bad together that I'd never fantasize about her again and I could push her out of my mind.

I knew Bella had kissed other guys, I never heard any stories, I didn't know what kind of experiences she might have had, although from what Alice has told me, it was pretty limited so I didn't expect fireworks and rainbows.

My breathing hitched as she kissed me back and Jesus fucking Christ was it ever good. Motherfucking fireworks and rainbows. I mean, Jesus, I've kissed ALOT of girls before, more than I wish to admit and probably some I don't even remember, but in this very moment, none of those experiences compare to Bella.

I felt her hand fiddling with the hair in the back of my neck, sending tingling shots of electricity throughout my body. That, in combination with the warmth I felt whenever she touched me, would definitely send me over the edge. I could become her stalker, never wanting anybody else after this.

Her lips fit with mine like pieces of a puzzle, made for each other. They tasted like strawberries, like one of those flavoured lip glosses girls like to wear. It suited her, fucking strawberries and cinnamon.

She opened her mouth to me as my tongue met hers. She deepened the kiss and made it spectacular. I tried desperately to keep myself in control as I felt it slip dangerously away from me. Her tongue, her lips, her mouth, it was all good.

Her body pressed closer to mine as I wrestled with what to do with my hands. I wanted to touch her, fondle her, get her naked and taste her. I'd lick every inch of her body if she'd let me.

My dick hardened immediately, which almost never happens without some sort of friction. This was so good, it couldn't be happening.

She moaned, the sound making me even harder than I thought possible from just kissing, eliciting a moan of my own. This girl owned me. I'd let her own my dick if she wanted it. I'd tattoo her name on it and let her have it, in every sense of the word.

Which is sad considering we've only just kissed?

I was so screwed. In that very moment, I almost regretted ever kissing her because my experiment had gone a completely different direction I thought it was ever going to go. I had hoped kissing her would be good, but never this intense, all consuming, fire.

I had to keep myself from grabbing at every part of her and making her scream my name in pleasure, because I knew I could. Whatever I felt she must feel it too because the slight noises coming from her told me she liked this.

The buzz from all the alcohol decimated rather quickly since I had sipped the same repugnant beer for the last hour, really not wanting too much of a hangover tomorrow. Mike's weed had also stopped going around once his stash was depleted, which didn't take too long considering the amount of people we had gathered here.

I knew Bella wasn't drunk. I've seen her drunk and this was definitely not it. Well, maybe she was a bit tipsy, I had to hold her up by placing my hands on her hips. My thumbs drew lazy circles on her hips as we kissed. I let one of my hands travel down to her ass and cup one cheek, it felt nice in my hand so I squeezed it lightly and heard her squeal in pleasure. She would be the death of me.

She brought her hand to my chest and gripped my shirt pulling me to her. This was a side of Bella I never got to see, well, I saw it, just never with me. I liked it. It felt possessive and aggressive as she kept backing up and pulling me with her until she hit the kitchen counter.

Holy fuck, this was getting out of hand, but I couldn't stop. The horny motherfucker that I was had to know where she was going with this. I put my hands on the counter on either side of her, holding her there. She surprised the shit out of me by bringing her hands down to the counter behind her, next to mine. I knew she was going to attempt to pull herself up, so instead of risking injury, I brought my hands to her ass, lifting her and sat her on the counter, eliciting another loud moan. She brought her hand to my ass and pulled me to her centre. I felt the heat emanating from her as my dick got some friction and I let a loud groan, scaring the shit out of me.

I pulled away from her because I didn't want to take advantage of her like this. She wasn't a whore, she was Bella. I leaned in and touched her forehead with mine closing my eyes and trying desperately to control my breathing.

"Bella, we can't do this." I said as I looked into her eyes and leaned in to kiss her. "Not like this." I pleaded. I could tell by the look of rejection on her face that this might not go well. But then she did the one thing that could send me over the edge.

The look on her face changed from dejected to determined as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me to her, squeezing me there as she spoke.

"Obviously part of you wants me." She said pointedly, obvious to the fact that my dick was pressed up against her pussy. I licked my lips trying desperately to keep my shallow breathing in check.

"Oh, Bella, you have no idea." I replied while kissing her jaw. Her skin taster like salt and sweet and cinnamon. It was all too much

"Oh I have an idea, it's quite obvious." She quipped as she rubbed herself against my hard appendage once more. I took in a sharp breath, as the feeling of being defeated overcame my senses and I decided to go with it, obviously she'd let me know when to stop. I kissed her jaw moving down to her neck and then to her exposed collar bone, breathing in her scent as she moaned and tugged my hair with need.

I moved my hands from the counter to her back pulling her slightly to me, eliciting another moan from both of us. The friction we were experiencing obviously drove a desperate need to touch and feel. I ran my hands around her back to her belly then up her ribs and under her breasts. I couldn't stop, she didn't make me stop, so I cupped her breasts in my hands and dear fucking Christ, they were soft and perky. Her nipples hardened under my palms and I inhaled deeply enjoying the moment while I needed them. I could only wonder what they would feel like if we were skin to skin.

That thought, although very fucking pleasurable, scared the living shit out of me. I wanted this girl, as much as she wanted me. I've wanted girls before but this was a whole other level for me. I ached for her.

I moaned her name breathlessly between kisses as she pulled on my hair. My senses where alive and I knew we had to stop but I didn't want to, not right now. My hips bucked into her pelvis making me moan unwillingly as I felt the warmth of her pussy on my dick. The friction drove me further into desire and fuck if I wanted to stop, I just couldn't. She wrapped her legs tightly around me as she pulled me deeper grinding herself onto me. If she kept going at that pace, she'd get me off, by dry humping.

Motherfucker, this was too fucking good, and with all our clothes on. I kept kneading her breasts and rubbing slow circles around her nipples as she moaned my name.

I wanted her to cum. If anything I wanted to make her feel good, but I knew the repercussions to this kind of stuff sometimes aren't what you expect and maybe this was going too far, too fast.

I pried my hands off her breasts and let them slip down to the top of her thighs and kept them there.

Our tongues intertwined and I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the feel of her surrounding me, thankful that she kept her hands away from my pants and mine away from her skirt.

She brought her hands to my shoulders and pushed a bit as I unwillingly obliged and pulled back. The loss of contact with her made me feel empty.

I stared at her for a moment, her eyes were closed as she was obviously trying to regain control of herself.

She looked beautiful and I hoped to hell she wouldn't regret kissing me. Especially not kissing me like that. She opened her eyes as I leaned forward and touched my forehead to hers, not loosing eye contact.

I didn't know what to say, but I wanted her to stay right here with me, in this moment.

So I said nothing.