A/N: Thank you all for your support and feedback on this story. I love hearing from each and every one of you. The last chapter had some Sweetward…now for a different kind of Edward…

Super big thanks to LittleYellowPorsche, who made this pretty for you. *MWAH!*

Twilight is not mine, but these dirty little scenarios are.

Chapter 8

We'd come to a stop in front of the last door in the hall.

"My room," he informed me, opening it and pulling me through.

His room faced south, with a wall-sized window like the great room below. The whole back side of the house must be glass. His view looked down on the winding Sol Duc River, across the untouched forest to the Olympic Mountain range. The mountains were much closer than I would have believed.

The western wall was completely covered with shelf after shelf of CDs. His room was better stocked than a music store. In the corner was a sophisticated-looking sound system, the kind I was afraid to touch because I'd be sure to break something. There was no bed, only a wide and inviting black leather sofa. The floor was covered with a thick golden carpet, and the walls were hung with heavy fabric in a slightly darker shade.

"You're still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren't you?" I guessed.

A faint smile touched his lips, and he nodded.

"I hate to burst your bubble, but you're really not as scary as you think you are. I don't find you scary at all, actually," I lied casually.

He stopped, raising his eyebrows in blatant disbelief. Then he flashed a wide, wicked smile.

"You really shouldn't have said that," he chuckled.

He growled, a low sound in the back of his throat; his lips curled back over his perfect teeth. His body shifted suddenly, half-crouched, tensed like a lion about to pounce.

I backed away from him glaring.

"You wouldn't."

I didn't see him leap at me – it was much too fast. I only found myself suddenly airborne, and then we crashed onto the sofa, knocking it into the wall. All the while, his arms formed an iron cage of protection around me – I was barely jostled. But I was still gasping as I tried to right myself.

He wasn't having that. He curled me into a ball against his chest, holding me more securely than iron chains. I glared at him in alarm, but he seemed well in control, his jaw relaxed as he grinned, his eyes bright only with humor.

"You were saying?" he growled playfully.

"That you are a very, very terrifying monster," I said, my sarcasm marred a bit by my breathless voice.

"Much better," he approved.

"Um." I struggled. "Can I get up now?" ~Twilight by Stephenie Meyer

I wiggled a little against Edward's unbreakable grip around my body. He still hovered over me protectively, though he had shifted us a bit so that I was lying down flat on my back, my head sitting on the armrest. I could smell the heady scent of the leather mixed with Edward's sweetness and I felt myself flush involuntarily as heat traveled down my body.

"I don't think so. You're not going anywhere," Edward replied, his voice suddenly rough. It had lost the playful edge that it had just moments before, becoming more like liquid sex.

"Maybe you should," I breathed. "I can be pretty terrifying, too."

"How so?" His amber eyes were intensely curious, but at the same time, cautious.

"Well," I started, "I have a thing for necks, too."

Edward let me to move enough to get my arms out and I reached around his back, trying to pull him in. When he saw what I wanted, he lowered himself down, allowing the closeness I wanted so I wouldn't strain and hurt myself. As soon as I was near enough, I lifted my head and easily trailed a long, hard lick up the left side of his neck from his shirt collar to jaw.

Jesus fucking Christ. He tastes amazing.

"My god, Bella," he groaned. His body tensed, but he didn't pull away. Encouraged, I nipped all along his sharp jaw line, grazing his firm skin with my teeth and lips. I could feel his arms trembling as he held me, squeezing me, but not too tight.

"Are you scared yet?" I murmured, ceasing my movements when I reached his lips.

"No." His unexpected answer surprised me. I had expected that Edward would want to put a stop to this and answer "yes," pushing me away but when I looked up, Edward's eyes were now almost black with need.

Tilting his head down, he pressed his lips to mine. This wasn't a tentative, shy kiss like the first one we'd shared. This kiss held the promise of forbidden lust. With a tantalizingly firm pressure, Edward made love to my mouth, forcing my lips to part and exploring every corner with his tongue. Unable to resist, I closed my lips around the dense muscle and sucked, mimicking what I so badly wanted to do to another part of his body. He tasted so good, so sweet, and I felt my body throb for him.

I suddenly sensed a deep rumbling and realized that Edward was purring. The sound had an animalistic edge to it, as though it was part growl, but that only served to turn me on even more.

"Do you like that?" Edward asked incredulously, his lips to my right ear. "You actually like the inhuman part of me?" I could only nod.

He hummed thoughtfully, then slowly lowered his body so it was flush with mine, being careful not to put his full weight on me. The moment he pressed into me, I noticed two things. One, the hard bulge in his jeans, which he pushed firmly into my lower body over my skirt, and two, the way the vibrations from his purr traveled through my bones and into my flesh.

And oh, fuck, does that feel good!

I felt a trickle of moisture escape my body; I had never been so wet. My need for my vampire was almost palpable, thick in the air.

Edward inhaled deeply, knowing exactly what he was doing to me, and gave me a genuine growl. "Never mind. I already know the answer."

Still softly kissing both my lips and my neck, he ground his cock into me again and this time I rotated my hips into his. Edward had settled between my parted legs in the cradle of my thighs; he felt like he belonged there, firm and heavy, and I fervently wished that our clothes would just disappear so he could take me.

"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.

Edward pulled back, but he wore a wicked grin. "What do you want, love?"

"I just need more of you. I need to be with you. It's unbearable, this want." I was vaguely aware that I was whispering, though from what I remember Edward telling me, it wouldn't matter…his whole family could probably hear what we were doing, and I'd just formally met them less than an hour before.

My whole body flushed, and my face froze at the thought of our inadvertent witnesses.

Obviously taking in my panicked expression, Edward chuckled, realizing why I had suddenly clammed up. "They've left, Bella. They actually left about ten minutes ago, when I took you up here. We're alone."

We're alone? Totally and completely alone? Oh my…

"I need you, and I trust you," I told him, sitting up when he shifted. Edward got down on the floor and sat back on his heels, eye level with me when I righted myself on the couch.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his voice shaky. "I need you, too, Bella, but you deserve so much more. I don't even have a bed. It doesn't really seem appropriate…"

"This is perfect. You know I love you, and I know you love me. We were meant to be together," I assured him, leaning forward and running my fingers through his bronze mane. I wove my fingers though it and pulled him to me. Our lips touched hungrily and Edward hugged me to him, allowing me to feel his stiff arousal again.

Not breaking our kiss, I ran my hands down to the hem of his button-down, trying to communicate what I wanted. Seconds later, Edward was bare-chested in front of me, having removed his oxford and tossed it across the room. I pulled back and raised the edge of my own blue blouse, taking it off as well and leaving my deep blue satin bra on.

"Bella, you're perfect," Edward said reverently, staring at me in awe. To think that this heavenly creature found me appealing for more than my blood…I was amazed. And he was completely wrong; he was the gorgeous one.

I stood up to remove my skirt, but Edward didn't back up, only leaning back a little to give me room. "Allow me," he whispered, reaching around my back for the zipper. He lowered it ever-so-slowly before bunching my skirt up and pulling it down. I put a hand on his cool bare shoulder to steady myself as I stepped out of it and Edward threw it to the side, where it landed next to our other clothing. I was relieved that I had thought to wear matching panties; they were little satin boy shorts with a lace trim. Unexpectedly, Edward leaned forward and into me, brushing his nose against the crotch of my panties and breathing in deeply, exhaling with a ravenous moan. I could feel that they were soaked through, and I was more than shocked to feel his cool tongue firmly lapping at the wet satin. I wondered what it would feel like without the barrier in the way, which only made me more aroused.

Edward didn't say anything else; his stare said it all. I sat back down on the edge of the seat and reached for his fly. Before my hands even made contact with him, he had pulled back and removed his jeans so quickly that he was a blur of movement. Not that I was complaining…anything that got Edward's clothes off faster was okay in my book. When he returned to me, I immediately noticed that he hadn't removed just his pants, but his boxers as well. Edward stood in front of me, his cock standing out proudly, though he looked bashful. He had no reason to be shy. Every bit of him was beautiful.

He closed the last few steps between us, and before he could say anything, I moved faster than I had thought possible. Leaning forward, I closed my lips around his tip, swirling my tongue to catch every pearly drop of precum that leaked from his glorious body.

"Bella!" Edward yelled, more surprised than anything. Still, he pulled back and knelt in front of me at my level, bringing our hips together once again. I couldn't help but squirm against him as he pressed himself against my satin-covered pussy. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that, at least, not right now. I…I don't think I'd last long," he said sheepishly.

"That's okay," I reassured him. "But, at least let me match you. I'm horribly overdressed." I unhooked my bra and wiggled out of my panties, hoping that I didn't look as awkward as I felt I did. Edward's mouth hung open, taking me in. Now I knew what it felt like to be desired…his gaze was scorching.

As soon as my under things were off, Edward moved in close, placing both of his large hands on either side of my neck. "May I touch you?" he tentatively asked, as if I'd deny him. I nodded, and felt him trail down my neck, his icy fingers grazing my skin before he cupped my breasts from underneath, sensing their weight. They fit perfectly in his hands, and he experimentally circled my nipples with his thumbs, feeling the flesh harden further as he teased me. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, crying out as I got lost in the sensations.

Suddenly, I felt something cool and wet touch my nipples, first one, than the other. I instinctively knew it was his tongue, but I didn't want to open my eyes. I knew if I did, I would come on the spot. Softly, he suckled at me, feeling out my body with his mouth while he rolled my other peak between his fingers, making sure it wasn't neglected before switching.

"Edward, I'm ready— please!" I moaned, grinding against him. His erection was nestled between my lower lips, and he was only inches away from where I wanted him.

"Love, can we try something?" he questioned, looking a little worried.

"Of course," I said, kissing his full lips.

"Would you mind kneeling on the couch…backward? So you can hold onto the back? I might have more control in that position if I'm not touching so much of you." He looked so nervous, and I knew I had to put an end to it.

"I want to try everything you want to," I admitted, and promptly turned around, kneeling as asked, grabbing the back of the sofa and looking at him over my shoulder. I spread my knees apart and shook my ass playfully, begging him to come in closer.

"Oh, Bella," Edward breathed. "You're far too tempting like that." The cool wet sensation was suddenly back, but not on my breasts this time…Edward's head was between my legs, licking at my soaking pussy. I was a little embarrassed to be so dripping wet, but Edward had no one to blame for my condition but himself. Besides, he seemed to be enjoying pleasuring me with his mouth, as was I. I groaned and spread my legs a little farther, lowering my body firmly onto his face as he fucked me with his long tongue, greedily swallowing my juices.

"Enough of that," he said roughly, his voice like crushed velvet and his lips brushing my wet body. Standing, he positioned himself directly behind me, close enough to touch my folds. He was shaking. "Are you ready, love?"

"God, yes," I answered, pushing back so his tip slid into my sweet cunt, and I gasped as my body began to stretch around him. He was much bigger than I had anticipated. I gripped the back of the couch tightly, my fingers digging into the supple covering as I fought for control. I wanted to back up and impale myself on him, to feel him fill me. After a minute, I resumed moving again. Letting me take the lead, Edward allowed me to push back onto him at my own pace, my body slowly swallowing his.

"Fuck, you can't even imagine how this looks, watching my cock disappear inside of you," he breathlessly ground out. "It's so beautiful, your hungry body…"

Inch by inch, I took him in. There was no pain; my body stretched as though made for him. Finally, I felt his slim hips rest against my bottom, and I released my death-grip on the back of the sofa. Turning around to look at him, I tightened my muscles around Edward at the same time and we cried out in unison. "Please move," I pleaded.

Slowly, Edward began to thrust in and out of me, pulling nearly out all the way before pushing back in to the hilt. He was so careful and gentle that it almost felt as though his body was never-ending while he made love to me. The world dissolved away and time passed, maybe minutes, maybe hours, as Edward claimed me. He softly ran his hands up and down my sides before lightly settling them on my hips, not rushing his motions inside me.

"Your skin is so smooth, just like silk." Edward picked up the pace a little, pounding into me a bit harder. He brought one of his legs up onto the sofa cushion which changed his angle slightly, and he leaned farther over my back as he mounted me. I felt sweet kisses being sprinkled over my shoulders and spine, and his cock began to rub against a very pleasurable spot on the front wall of my pussy.

"Oh, god, right there!" I gasped. He hardened even more as he rode me, and I could feel every ridge and vein on him. There was nothing like it, especially when he hit that spot over and over… The sound of our hips coming together filled the room, an erotic wet slap.

Cool fingers appeared on my clit, playing my body like an instrument as they swirled around my wet flesh. The heavy, intense feeling of arousal increased and all of a sudden I felt a strong sensation like a deep pressure, as though I had to pee. "Edward, what's happening? I think I'm going to – oh fuck!" The desperate words came out more like a yowl, a loud, feral noise between my panting breaths.

"No, you're not. Just let go, Bella," he growled, thrusting hard into that delicious spot a few more times before pulling out, leaving me empty but still furiously rubbing my clit. The sudden rush of wetness shocked me, running down my thighs as my body flew into the most exquisite release I had ever experienced. Edward caught me as my body shook, supporting my wilting frame. Driving himself back into me, he repeated his actions and my body released again, this time on his swollen tip when he didn't pull out all the way. Finally, as my body twitched in the throes of my climax, Edward found his own, gripping my hips as he gave me a part of him. I wailed as he cried out in pleasure. I had never experienced anything like that.

Still holding me up, Edward leaned forward, pressing his lips to my back. "That was indescribable," he sighed. Scooping up my still trembling body, he settled me down on his lap as he sat on the wet couch.

"What was that?" I asked him, still shaken. I'd gotten myself off before, but it had been nothing like that.

He smirked at me; that deadly crooked grin. "You ejaculated, Bella. You squirted. All women have the capability and when properly stimulated—well, that happens," Edward explained. I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "It's the G-spot. I went to medical school twice," he let me know, "and I've been under the impression that it's very pleasurable." Of course, he'd probably seen it in others' minds, as well.

"You could say that again, but it's quite an understatement," I mumbled, nuzzling into his neck and brushing my lips against his stony skin. His arms tightened protectively around me, and he kissed my temple. "Thank you."

"Thank you, Bella," Edward replied, breathing in my scent.

"And I'm sorry about your couch," I whispered. "I kind of got it all wet."

"Don't worry. It's fine. I've never been so happy that I didn't have a bed. It was much more fun this way. Oh, and Jasper mentioned something earlier about playing baseball tonight. How do you feel about watching?"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed that! Couches are just as good as beds, at least in my opinion. Please let me know what you thought.

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