A/N

Thanks to the talented, kind and reassuring coldplaywhore for being a fabulous beta and holding my hand figuratively as I wrote this. I am not worthy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I am owned by the cat sitting on my foot, though.

8. Taste

"I can't believe you forgot your phone."

"Hey, I was a little preoccupied at the time. Someone decided they wanted to go on a midnight road trip."

"At least I remembered my phone."

"And then left it in the hotel room. What good is it to us now?"

Ok, so I know they say that every couple fights, but is five minutes in to a new relationship a normal time to have the first fight? Do you usually have your hands down each others pants during said fight?

Bella Swan is hoping to get back to the hotel without Edward loosing control of the car.

"Ok, hands out of pants." Someone had to take control of this situation and Edward obviously wasn't going to, so I guess it had to be me. I reluctantly pulled my hand from him. The ache that ran through me told me to keep touching him, but a voice in my head told me to stay away.

"Why? I like having my hand down your pants and by the feel of things, you like having my hands down your pants too. Do you really want me to take my hand out of your pants, Bella?" Edward's fingers had made their way inside my jeans and panties, discovering just how much I was enjoying their attention and the grin on his face indicated that he was enjoying it too. I was just concerned that he no longer had a spare hand to use the car signal.

Good GOD that feels good.

No, Bella. Concentrate. Not on Edward's fingers. Fuck, I must write Esme a thank you note for sending him to piano lessons. FUCK. When did he learn how to find that?

Concentrate, Bella.

"We're here" Edward added a little extra thrust as if punctuating his announcement. "We need to get out of the car and up to our room." Punctuate away, Edward, but I am so not moving right now. DAMMIT.

My head jerked to face Edward, forehead wrinkled and mouth panting. "You stopped? I was enjoying that." I started to squirm in my seat as I attempted to get some kind of friction to help me out.

"Hey, you stopped a while ago, love. I just thought you might like to get something to eat. I am rather hungry myself." Edward undid his seatbelt, sliding closer towards me as he spoke. "Do you have any preference of what you would like to eat? I think I am craving something from the far…" Edward licked his index finger, one that had just been down my pants. Holy Fuck. "far…" Not imagining it. He did it again to another. "South". With that, Edward plunged his fingers into his mouth, audibly sucking my juices from them.

Bella Swan is an incoherent puddle on the floor.

"E-E-Edward..." His name was running through my mind on repeat.

"B-B-Bella..." He pulled his fingers from his mouth as he leaned over and undid my seatbelt. He kissed his way up my neck, licking and nibbling as he went. I was jealous of his ability to function. His confidence was soaring with every whimper from my mouth or involuntary shiver from my body. I would have thought it unfair that I was reduced to such a pitiful state, if I weren't enjoying it so much.

"U-ughng" I gave up talking at that point. There was nothing good coming from my mouth. Especially whilst he was doing such incredible things to my earlobe.

Edward cupped my face with his hand and whispered into my ear. "We need to get out of the car, love. There are things I need to do to you that aren't fit for public viewing." If he hadn't started to stroke me through the crotch of my jeans, I might have cared that we were in public. However, with the stroking going on? Care factor = zero.

"Do you think you can get out of the car, Bella?" I shook my head to the negative. I couldn't do anything other than moan or whimper and Edward asking my legs to function was like asking me what the square root of pi was at this stage. Edward chuckled as he pulled away and got out of the car. I sat there, stunned that he had so abruptly stopped our play time and I had no idea where he had gone. Until 10 seconds later when he opened my door and lifted me out.

Bella Swan is realising that play-time makes her a little impatient

At the shock of his swift removal of me from the car, I became a little more coherent again. I started laughing as I realised he was practically running us to the elevator with my legs around his waist and my head on his shoulder.

"In a hurry, Edward?" I asked with a faint giggle as I felt him nodding his head against my body.

"You have no idea, Bella."

Edward carried me the whole way to our room, nuzzling his face in my hair along the way. Our touches had morphed from frenzied passion to soft and loving and I had my arms wrapped around his neck, gently kissing him. It was sweet… gentle…

Once back in the room, Edward sat down on the couch with me straddling him. I lifted my head up and rested my forehead against his. "Hungry?" I asked as Edward's stomach gurgled and he laughed along with me.

"Haha, yeah. Do you mind if we slow things down and get something sent up?" he questioned. I gently pecked him on the lips before pulling away, smiling.

"Of course, we have all the time in the world." I replied genuinely.

Edward pulled me back down onto his lap. "Not all the time, Bella." His hand behind my neck guided my lips to his and the meaning behind his words was clear. I could feel it every time I pushed my hips into his perfect form.

I leant back as I tried to catch my breath. "I thought you wanted something to eat… OWW!" He bit me!

"You bit me!"I yelled in protest as I tried to squirm out of his lap, but Edward kept his hold on my neck and hips. He was laughing openly at my reaction.

"You reminded me that I was hungry. So I took a bite. You're yummy." The look on his face was priceless. He was glowing again so I took a photo of it in my mind, trying to make sure I remembered this moment for the rest of our lives.

"I love you." I kissed my way from his neck, along his jaw line and around his mouth, before I took his top lip into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. "You taste yummy too."

Edward's grin got even wider; I could feel it as I kissed him. I had always rolled my eyes when movies or books got to this point. When the couple get together and everything is perfect and now that I was here, I understood completely. Sometimes, things are perfect. Or, at least Edward was.

"I love you too, Bella." Edward kissed my neck lightly as he cradled me in his arms.

"Edward, it is because I love you that I am going to get up." I explained as I managed to squirm out of his lap, but I think that was only because I distracted him by gyrating into his lap first.

"Hey, no fair. Get back here, woman." Edward reached his arms toward me, trying to grab me back. Luckily, I dodged away before he could.

"No. Stop that. We are going to get you fed. You'll need your energy later." I winked at him before turning my back to get the room service menu and telephone. I was looking over the menu when I felt him behind me. His breath first, slightly faster than normal on my neck. Then his right hand, on my hip and his thumb circled lightly. He must have taken a step forward then, because I felt his chest against my back. Quickly, I noticed his leg was between mine and his left hand captured my own, and we were suddenly holding the room service menu together.

"What do you want to eat, love?" he asked, his voice was husky and sexy as hell. I could tell that he was trying to sound calm, but his breathing was as laboured as mine had become. Knowing that he was affected too was the only thing keeping my shaking knees from giving way underneath me.

I turned around to face him, letting his right hand graze my ass as I did. "I have a craving for… something sweet." I brushed his hair out of his face as I licked my lips.

"Bel-la. I thought you said you were going to get me food." Edward groaned my name and it was heaven.

"I know I did. Does that mean I can't have any fun in the meantime?" I tried to act casual as I skimmed my hand along his chest and I paused over his heart. "You're heart is pounding."

"It isn't mine anymore."

I crashed into him, throwing everything I had into the kiss. My entire body moulded into his. "You're perfect." I couldn't stop kissing him "I love you" but I had to tell him "My heart is yours". There was no battle of tongues in this kiss, we moved with perfect synchronicity. Hands were everywhere, but it was still gentle.

"I'm not perfect, Bella." His mouth moved from mine, causing me to whimper and as he held my face in his hands, his eyes bore into me. It was almost too much to bear.

"I know. You still require feeding. It is such a pain!" I pulled his hands from my face into my own. "Come on. Where is that menu?"

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Edward managed to romance me a little, setting up some candles on the coffee table for us to eat our dinner by. I felt as though every flicker of each flame was a burning with the heat I felt. It was indescribable. There was music playing in the background and the conversation was as easy as had ever been. Sure, little things were different to what they had been in the past – this was the first time we ate dinner with me sitting in his lap – but it was still Edward and Bella.

"What did you order us for desert?" he inquired as I suddenly felt remorseful for a moment.

Whilst Edward was setting up his coffee table of seduction I had commandeered the menu, insisting that I was more than capable of feeding him. Whoops.

"I forgot to order any."

"But I thought you wanted something sweet?" he asked emphatically, his words full with innuendo. Edward moved up his seduction level a notch, taking the fork from hand and placing it down onto the table. "I don't mind, Bella. I have something sweet here already," and he ran his tongue up my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

"That was a really cheesy line, Edward." I know things were getting all romantic and steamy, but I couldn't let that one go through.

He chuckled at me, shaking his head into my shoulder. "I know."

"What movies do they have on demand? We can order up some fruit or something and watch a movie."

Edward pouted "I thought we had other plans, Bella."

"We do, beautiful boy, but you know you aren't allowed to exercise until at least half an hour after eating," I explained as I kissed his pout away. "Trust me; I am planning on you getting quite the workout."

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"I don't get this movie," Edward whined into my shoulder, his gentle nibbling distracting me from the actors on screen.

"That is because you aren't paying attention," I exclaimed as I continued to get frustrated by his nonchalance. I had never watched this film with someone who hadn't 'got' it before. Wasn't it obvious? "He is torn between what he thought he thought wanted and what he actually does want. His dick and his head are telling him two different things. The duality is tearing him in two."

Edward's head rose from the nook between my head and my shoulders. "What does his heart say?"

"No one knows yet because he won't acknowledge it. Accepting the fact that you aren't who you thought you were isn't always the easiest thing in the world," I stated. I didn't know why, but my heart started to race as soon as the words left my mouth and I started to regret my choice of film. It had always worked me into a hot state before but, at this moment, I understood the characters in a way I had never felt before. I immediately felt the need to push that thought to the back of my mind.

Bella Swan needs you.

"Edward?"

Although his lips burned a trail along my neck, he seemed to be concentrating on what was going on with the characters on screen, letting their complicated histories overtake what was actually happening.

He didn't hear me.

I could choose to sit back and watch the movie I had seen a thousand times. I could have easily let myself be swept away by the moment of perfection that was about to permeate the screen and our evening, along with the sadness that would inevitably follow, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. I knew that the reality that lay at the edge of my fingers would far outweigh whatever Hollywood had to offer, simply because this was Edward.

I turned my head away from his, allowing his kisses to have full reign on my pulse. We had started watching the film sitting a foot apart, but this moment found him lying on the sofa of our hotel room with my head against his chest, burying itself into the cushion and his shoulder, willing him on. Every move he made left me wanting more, but I didn't know how to tell him.

My mind wandered to our first kiss.

My heart wanted to know how his heart felt.

My body needed to feel his body against my own.

It was that instinct that led me to act in a way that I had never felt possible. I stopped paying attention to what was playing out onscreen. Instead, I decided to listen to the voice that screamed the loudest.

"Edward… I need you."

The hands that had been loosely hanging around my waist tightened at my words. His head, which had pulled away to watch the chaos onscreen, moved back towards my own. Towards the vulnerable pieces of my neck that showed how hard my heart was pulsing and that showed how much he was affecting me. This had nothing to do with the actor on screen.

Edward obviously felt my desperation and matched it with his movements. His hands turned me away from the reconciliation of two fictional characters based upon the lives of people centuries before. Suddenly nothing mattered but the feeling of his hand on the sliver of skin on my back. Nothing mattered but the indescribable emotions that passed between us.

Silk against testosterone.

Need fusing with heat.

All I felt in the moment were two bodies intertwining with each other. Lips pressed together in a furious need to claim the other as their own.

Then Edward took control.

As my hands grasped to take hold of what they could, clawing at the shirt on his chest, my tongue massaged his. My mouth took his bottom lip, sucking, kneading, tasting, experiencing. It was almost too much to bear, but was still not enough. I wanted to taste every inch of him. I needed to. I moved my mouth from his; missing the taste as soon as I did, but I needed more. My lips and tongue moved along his jaw to his earlobe, taking it between my lips. I sucked it gently, running the tip of my tongue along the edge that was inside my mouth. The hand I still had on his chest felt the vibration of his groan in reaction to my movements.

Edward moved his hands to lift me from the couch, one beneath my knees and the other cradling my head to his neck. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling more love and acceptance than I ever had before.

Our hands were not touching, but I felt it. I need you. I am here.

Any hurry that I had felt disappeared as Edward carried me to his room. We really did have all the time in the world. Once we were next to his bed, Edward set me down on my feet, his eyes never leaving mine. He raised his hands to hold my face between them gently, as if I were the most precious thing in the world. He kissed me gently, but pulled away before I could deepen it. "Bella, are you sure?"

I was stunned by his question because I was sure I made it clear that this is what I wanted. That he was what I wanted? My heart dropped to my stomach and it occurred to me that maybe he was looking for a way out. Didn't he want me?

"Bella, stop that," he said as his hands moved to my shoulders, pulling me close. I hadn't even realised that I was pulling away from him. "Don't pull away from me. Tell me what you are thinking. Please."

"Don't you want me?" I asked sadly. As soon as I squeaked out my fears I wanted to grab them back and hide them away. I stared at the patch of carpet between us, not daring to look into his eyes. His hand moved from my shoulder to underneath my chin, raising my head and forcing me to look at him. The intensity of his eyes blew me away.

"Do I want you, Bella?" His voice was incredulous and full of surprise that I would even have to question him. "Fuck, I want you so badly I can't see straight." His lips crashed into mine as his hands pulled me into him and I pressed up against his body, needing to be as close to him as possible. My hands twisted in his hair as I kissed him so hard I thought my mouth would bleed.

After what felt like hours, he shook his head and pulled away slightly, still holding me against him. "I want to taste every inch of you," he declared firmly as his mouth moved down to my neck, lightly sucking at my skin as he went, flicking out his tongue and tasting me. My knees were shaking and a number of embarrassing noises were escaping my mouth without my permission.

"I want to touch you." One of his hands moved from my side, sliding around to my back, then lower to my ass. I squealed as he squeezed me roughly, pressing me against him even harder. "Can't you feel how much I want you?" he asked as his mouth continued its assault on my neck between his words as I struggled to process them.

His hand squeezed me again, pressing my hips into his. Oh. He wanted me. He was showing me how much he wanted me.

"I want you too, Edward. I need you, but why did you ask me if I was sure?" Although I wanted to just enjoy what he was doing at this moment, I needed to know.

He raised his head up and moved his hands back to my face. "As much as I want you right now, I would never forgive myself if I did anything to hurt you. This might hurt, Bella. I need you to know that."

I was touched by his sweet declaration, but also a little scared by the reality of it all. "I know it might hurt a little, Edward, but it will also be the most perfect moment of my life to date."He shook his head and went to argue. I spoke again quickly, not giving him the chance. "Edward, please let me explain?" I raised a finger and brushed it against his lips, hoping to silence him. He kissed it gently and nodded, allowing me to continue. "I know I am completely inexperienced at this and will very likely be bad at it, but I also know that it could never actually be bad, because it is you and me. I love you and that is why it is going to be perfect."

I paused to kiss him gently, because the smile on his face when I said I loved him was to adorable not to and then I leaned my forehead against his as I made my final plea. "Please, Edward, make love to me."

His hands pulled my face back to his and our kisses were more gentle and sweet than our passionate embrace before. He took his time peppering soft kisses on my lips before taking them lightly into his mouth and sucking them in turn. His tongue massaged my bottom lip as his hands moved from my face to the hem of my shirt.

He moved away slightly, asking my permission silently and I nodded, my breath quickening in anticipation as I raised my arms above my head. He lifted my shirt off slowly, taking his time and as much as I had enjoyed the earlier roughness of his touch, I was grateful the pace had slowed. "So beautiful," he murmured quietly to me.

His mouth returned to mine as his hands caressed my bare back. I needed to feel more of his skin too and moved my hands to the buttons of his shirt and I fumbled my way through undoing each of them, distracted by the feeling of his hands and his mouth, but determined nonetheless. Edward helped me pull the shirt off his body and threw it on the floor, in the ever growing pile of clothes we were creating.

The feeling of his skin against my own made me feel like I was on fire and my hands ran over the muscles of his back, committing each and every one of them to memory. His lips moved down my neck again and along my collarbone, making their way toward my breasts. I couldn't help but chuckle lightly as he looked up at me with the biggest smile on his face, like a little boy with a new toy.

He moved his hands to the back of my bra, slowly, making sure I was aware of his next move. I smiled back at him, raising one of my hands to brush the hair back off his forehead. Edward unfastened my bra swiftly and I quickly pushed away the question of how much practice he had at doing that because right now, it didn't matter.

He stood up straight again, lightly brushing the straps off my shoulder one by one, finally letting my bra fall to the floor. He kissed each of my shoulders before moving back towards my now uncovered breasts and my nipples hardened in anticipation. "Fuck, Bella."

He raised his hands to cup my breasts, massaging them gently with his long fingers. My head rolled back as I moaned and I realized I had never felt so turned on in my life. "God, Edward. That feels so good."

"Do you like me touching you here, love?" He ran his thumb across my right nipple, causing my whole body to shiver in need and anticipation.

"Yes, Edward. Please," I begged quietly as he rolled my nipple between his fingers as his other hand left my left breast.

"What do you want, Bella?" he asked breathlessly as I tried to calm myself unsuccessfully.

I couldn't articulate what I wanted. I was only sure of one thing, "I want more." I gasped as he took my left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. When his teeth grazed the tip, my head shot up and I saw Edward looking up at my face as he had my nipple in his mouth, with his other hand tugging gently on my other breast. As much as I was enjoying the attention, I needed his mouth on my own again and pulled him back up to me, our bare chests pressed together, skin against skin. Our hands explored each other's torsos, his regularly making their way back to my breasts.

After satisfying my need of feeling his tongue against my own, I kissed my way down his neck. As my mouth moved to his chest, I ran my tongue along the ridge of his clavicle. His skin rose in tiny little goose bumps and his chest vibrated with a moan. I smiled unabashedly at being able to get that response from him. "Proud of yourself Bella?" Edward asked as I raised my head to see the smirk on his face.

"It is nice to see I can do that to you." I paused from my assault on his chest to straighten upright again.

He grinned back at me, caressing my cheek lightly with the back of his hand. "I think we have already established the kind of reaction you cause, Bella."

I laughed gently with him, leaning into his hand. "It's nice." My words were not even close to describing how I felt, but he understood.

"Yeah, it is." He kneeled in front of me, kissing my stomach on his way down. It was clear that he was going to continue undressing me now and I was suddenly very grateful for the bikini wax that had been necessary whilst in Sydney. I concentrated on that, rather than letting my nerves overtake me. He slowly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them from my body. His hands brushed down the skin of my legs, causing goose bumps of my own and he smiled as he kissed them. His hands moved back up to my hips as his eyes looked to mine. "May I?" he asked as his fingers hooked into the edge of my panties and he waited for permission to remove them.

"Yes" I said breathlessly in response. He slowly pulled them down and tossed them to the ever growing pile of clothing before standing again, moving to remove his own jeans. I stopped his hands with my own. "Let me."

Although I was nervous as hell, I kissed my way down his stomach as he had done to me, unzipping his jeans as I did. I kneeled in front of him, peeling his jeans and boxers down together. I felt self conscious being the only one naked in the room and was keen to even the score. He lifted his feet; one after the other, helping me rid him of the last of our clothing. I threw them aside and raised my eyes to his hardened cock in front of me. I was taken aback by how strong it looked, jutting out from his body. I moved one of my hands to his shaft, curiously examining the way the skin felt beneath my own. I gently massaged him, not really knowing what I was doing, but going on pure instinct. I must have been doing something right, because the growl that came from Edward's throat was the sound of a happy man.

"Bella, that feels so good, but I need you to stop doing that."

I looked up at him, confused, not moving my hand from him. "Why?"

He smiled, peeling my hand from his hardness and pulling me to an upright position before guiding me back onto the bed. He crawled along my body, moving me onto my back on the middle of the bed.

He was hovering over me as he responded. "Because I told you, I want to touch you." He shifted his body weight onto his left elbow as his right hand made its way down my stomach. He used one of his legs to spread mine and I could feel myself get instantly wetter at his words.

His fingers caressed my hip gently as he kissed me again. I could spend my entire life kissing Edward. The feel of his tongue in my mouth was exquisite but I was having a hard time concentrating on kissing him, as his hand moved closer to where I craved it. I think he noticed, as he moved his mouth along my cheek and took my earlobe between his teeth.

I hissed as his fingers finally made contact with my outer lips. He groaned at the contact and whispered to me, "You're so wet, Bella." My hips bucked without my permission as he dipped a finger into me. "You're so tight, baby. I'm scared of hurting you."

"Please, Edward. I need you. Please." I was at the point of begging him as he ran his thumb over my clit. My body was throbbing in response to what he was doing and I needed to feel him inside me.

"Patience, Bella. I need to get you ready for me." He slid another finger inside me as I realised what he was doing. He was trying to prepare me for him and I loved him even more. He gently moved his fingers in and out of me, all the while rubbing my clit with his thumb. It felt a million times better than anything I had managed to achieve on my own and my hips were rolling with the movement.

"I love you, Edward."

He pulled his head away from my ear to gaze directly into my eyes. "I love you too, Bella." He kissed me so passionately, pouring his emotions into my mouth through his lips. It wasn't hard or rough, but it wasn't gentle either. He was taking complete control of my body and I surrendered it willingly. He moved his mouth to one of my nipples, making it difficult to register all of the pleasure he was giving me.

My stomach tightened as his fingers started to move faster, a third adding to the others inside. I had brought myself off before, but it was nothing in comparison to what I was feeling now. My hips jerked as my back arched, my body screaming. I called his name over and over again, worshiping the sound of it.

His hand slowed and his head moved away. He gently brought me back from the edge. I lay still for a minute, catching my breath. After a while, I realised he was watching me, causing me to blush with embarrassment.

"Fuck, Bella. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life." Gentle Edward disappeared for a moment as his mouth collided with mine, assaulting me with lips and tongue. He moved his body to be directly above mine, his legs between my own. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling his body closer to me. I could feel his cock rubbing against my sensitive core and the feeling was amazing and his hips ground into mine as we both moaned at the contact.

He paused from kissing me to lean over to the dresser, pulling something out of the top drawer. It took me a moment to realise what it was. Thank fuck he had remembered to put on a condom, because although I was on the pill, there was no way I was risking getting pregnant.

"Thank you Best Western, for ensuring all your guests' needs are taken care of," chuckled Edward as he lightened the mood slightly before he rolled the condom onto himself.

I moved my hands to run my nails along his back, doing my best to gain every reaction from his body that I could. "We'll have to make sure we thank them for that in the guest book." Edward laughed, bending down to kiss me again. The kiss turned quickly from light-hearted to passionate as I returned my legs to being wrapped around him. He moved the tip of his cock to my entrance, rubbing it, coating himself with my juices.

"Relax, baby. Breathe." I didn't realise I was holding my breath until he pointed it out. I relaxed as best I could as he positioned himself and I felt him begin to slide into me and readied for the pain. I moved my face into the crook of his neck, closing my eyes and concentrating on what I was feeling. I was glad he had taken the time to prepare me as best he could, because I was still feeling stretched as he moved further inside of me. It felt strange, but good at the same time.

He paused as he felt himself at my barrier. "Are you ready?"

I nodded into his shoulder, not trusting my voice.

He pushed through, causing me to cry out softly at the pain and he stopped immediately, allowing me to adjust to him. He pulled his head away so he could see my face. He kissed the tears I couldn't stop from escaping. "I'm sorry, Bella." The pain on his face mirrored my own.

"It's ok, Edward. I want this. I need you," I reassured him as I started to feel more comfortable. He kissed me gently and then started to slowly rock his hips against mine as the pain started to subside, slowly being replaced with pleasure. I rocked my hips, to match his movements.

He moaned, leaning his head against my shoulder. "You feel so good Bella. I don't know how long I am going to last."

I suddenly realised that he was enjoying this as much as, if not more than, I was. My fingers gripped into his back more as my movements started to become more fluid with his. "I love you."

Edward started kissing every part of my skin that he could between sweet moans and declarations of his own. His hips were starting to move faster now, as he realised I was past the pain. He shifted his body weight to one of his arms, moving the other between our bodies. When his hand met my nerves again, both of us moaned at the tightening of my muscles.

"Bella, baby, I need you to come with me. Do you think you can? God, I am so close." His thumb was working magic and combined with the feeling of him inside me…

My back arched and my hips thrust against him as he brought me to climax again. He met me, thrust for thrust, staring into my eyes as we jumped together. I knew this was beyond any 'first time' stories I had ever heard of and was amazed at how lucky I was to have Edward.

As we both came down from our climaxes, Edward kissed me gently before pulling out of me. I winced slightly, now that the pleasure had passed, at the dull ache I was feeling. Edward quietly walked into his bathroom, disposing of the condom, and returning with a damp hand towel. He gently wiped away the small amounts of blood as I was too spent to be able to move. He put the towel back into the bathroom, before coming back to the bed and pulling the covers over us.

I rolled onto my side, moulding my body to his, using his shoulder as my pillow. He moved his arm under my neck, pulling me as close as I could get.

"I love you so much, Bella. I don't know what I did to deserve that, but that was the most fucking fantastic…" He seemed stuck between word vomit and speechless and it was the most adorable thing.

I kissed his shoulder gently. "Well, there is that thing you did with your mouth in the beginning there. That definitely earned you some brownie points."

He laughed aloud at my comment "What thing, Bella? Do you want to give me a report card so I know what I am doing right?"

I squeezed into him closer. "I don't think that will be necessary, Edward. I am so pleasantly spent right now; there is no way I would be able to master using a pen."

He nuzzled his head into the top of mine, breathing in deeply. "I'm glad, Bella."

"I love you, Edward."

A/N

First up, let me apologise for the amount of time it has taken me to write this chapter. This is my first lemon and I now have a newfound respect for people who are able to churn out incredible lemons in their fic. (Not that I didn't appreciate them before!).

I hope you enjoyed it as much as Bella did! I have to say, I am jealous of how wonderful her first time was. Not all of us are that lucky. But, then again, her first time was with Edward. As soon as I finished writing this, I refilled my glass of wine and lit up a cigarette, lamenting that Rob Pattinson is in NYC whilst I am far away in Australia. Sad.

I have been asked if Bella and Edward are going to have a baby in this fic. I can guarantee you – that will NOT be happening. I have other plans for these crazy kids – their story is far from over yet.

So, what did you think? Did I suck at writing a lemon and should never attempt it again? Please review and let me know what you thought…