I quickly pulled off my underwear and tossed them underneath my bed and then resituated the long t-shirt I was wearing to cover up my body. I was innocently sitting on my bed like a girl who had no intentions at all when Edward's Converse sneaker came peeking beneath my curtains.

"This hut doesn't have a door?" Edward muttered along with a few swears as he struggled through my bedroom window.

"Ssshh! Do you want my mother to come in here?" That was the last thing I wanted to deal with tonight.

Usually when I had a guy in my bedroom for the first time, one of two things occurred. We either did this awkward dance around one another – kind of a cursory pre-fuck ritual, or we ravished one another immediately and then went on our merry way.

Neither of those things happened with Edward. Instead, he took a seat at my desk like he'd been in my room a million times and turned to face me like I should be impressed with his presence.

"Is this a booty call?" I asked him bluntly.

"I don't know. Is it?" He asked.

"Don't play games with me, Edward. You were a total prick tonight and now that your fuckin' dick gets hard you come running to me like I should give a damn."

"Oh, don't be such a girl," Edward rolled his eyes. "You're going to sit over there and pretend that you don't want this as bad as I do? You know you do; I can see it in your eyes, smell it on your skin…I can practically hear your pussy begging for it. You were working as hard as I was to make this happen."

I looked to my left and my right but the only blunt object I saw was an antique lamp my grandmother had given me and Edward certainly wasn't worth that. I got up so quickly and crossed the room that my shirt rode up and he saw that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. However, the furor on my face caused the smug look he wore to disintegrate.

"Okay, let's get something straight right now," I got within inches of his face, "I'm not the one who had a limp dick two hours ago and is now fuckin' crawling through a fuckin' bedroom window wanting to get laid. Second of all, I didn't have to do what I did for you, Edward, and I don't appreciate you throwing it in my face like I'm some bimbo you fucked and ducked at a frat party. And lastly, if you have any aspirations of getting anywhere near that pussy that you can hear so well, then you'd better get on your knees and start groveling because I am a girl and I damn well deserve to be treated like one."

Edward looked totally unaffected by my speech and for a minute I thought he was going to call my bluff and crawl right back out of my bedroom window. This wouldn't have been that detrimental, except that I'd taken a peek at his crotch and he was pitching a tent.

Actually, tent wasn't even the proper term. It was more like a pergola in his pants, and I wanted to experience all of that.

For a moment I thought he saw right through me, but then he made a slight move and slid to his knees before me on the floor. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for the groveling to begin even though, I have to admit, it was a little embarrassing. But I was determined to put up with it because I earned that shit and I wanted to hear this asshole tell me he was sorry for being such a dick.

Slowly Edward touched my legs and ran the tips of his fingers ever so softly over my calves, the back of my knees, my thighs. He looked up at me through piercing green puppy-dog eyes – yes, eyes. On this rare occasion, I could see both of them.

He opened his mouth slightly and my curiosity elevated to hear the Edwardesque apology.

Only he didn't say a word.

Instead, he plunged his face, mouth first, between my legs and started eating like it was his last meal, nearly knocking me over with the force of his approach.

"Shit!"

Usually, when a guy went down on me, it took a few seconds before it actually started to feel good, so I was thoroughly shocked, not only by the unanticipated act, but also by the fact that I was almost immediately ready to cum.

"Shit…" I muttered again as I buried my fingers in his soft hair and held his face right where I wanted it. "That feels so good," I moaned as he swirled his tongue against my clit.

As if my words encouraged him, he peeled back the layers of my pussy as if it were a citrusy fruit and began to suck and nip until my nectar covered his lips and chin. My knees buckled when he attacked my clit with an aggressive suction and I might have told him that he was the king, or some shit like that, as I felt the onslaught of my orgasm.

And then that motherfucker stopped.

"What the fuck?" He'd left me hanging in the worst way and I ached with what he'd denied me.

He stood up, drew me close to him and kissed me roughly; the taste and scent of my pussy coating my lips.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting to fuck you?" he whispered savagely against the corner of my mouth.

I reached down and encircled his monstrous cock with my fingers. He was long and thick and much more than I'd ever expected.

He hissed in appreciation of my tugging motion.

"How long?" I asked, not really wanting to wait for him to actually answer the question.

"Too long."

And then, in one swift thrust, he was inside of me.

Up until that point, I'm not quite sure what I was expecting from Edward. Sure, he'd proven himself to be somewhat of an expert on the topic of sex, but on the surface, a lot of teenaged guys appeared to be.

There was that knowledge of the G-spot that nudged him slightly ahead of the rest, but still, there was a large part of me that thought I knew more about sex than Edward did.

But then he started acting as Master and Commander of my body and I suddenly wasn't so sure.

First of all, we did it standing up and I was at a total disadvantage to prove my prowess. I had absolutely no control as he shifted my hips up and down to the rhythm of burying so deep inside me that I could almost hear his cock introducing itself to my fallopian tubes.

"Ah, fuck," I squeaked out when he'd touched upon a particularly tender spot.

"You like that?" he sneered against my ear. "You like the way I'm fucking you?"

His words sounded like a power play to me, and even though I liked what he was doing – a lot – I wasn't about to let him know that. Instead, I tightened my thighs around his hips and wondered if he could feel the pulse of the Kegel exercises I felt compelled to practice.

He responded by shifting over to my desk and perching me against it so that he could once again take full control of my body.

And take control he certainly did.

No longer supporting my full weight, he leaned back so that he could snake his hands between our bodies. His thumbs pressed down and forced my clit to bear the friction of his inward and outward thrusts.

"Aah!" I almost couldn't bear the intensity of the sensation. "Fuck!"

I was close again and after being brought to the brink and denied once, I didn't want anything to come between me and this orgasm. Therefore, I gave in. I submitted to what he was doing, leaned back on my elbows, put my heels on the edge of my desk, let my knees drop open wide and allowed Edward Cullen to fuck me like my mother wasn't just down the hall on the other side of these thin sheet-rocked walls.

During the act, Edward proved that, once again, he wasn't like most guys. Instead of watching my chest to see my boobs bouncing from the force of his hips, or looking down at the way his cock mercilessly pummeled my pussy, he watched me.

Intensely.

His green eyes burned into my brown like he could see into my soul. It was so disconcerting (PSAT vocabulary word, junior year) that I had to look away. He was making me feel more naked than I already was, which was pretty difficult considering the only thing I had on was a t-shirt that I was basically wearing as a necklace at the moment.

When my eyes left Edward's, they fastened to his mouth and I could tell by the minute jitters of his lips that he was close to cumming. And just watching his teeth persecute his lower lip seconds before his tongue darted out to soothe it was adding to the heat that was burning up my body.

"Mmm…" I moaned.

"You like it." His voice was low and slow as he sped up his motions and started ramming into me with brute force. "You like it when I fuck your pussy."

He was stonily confident as he whispered the words between us. No guy I'd ever been with had been so invulnerable – so sure, and I couldn't believe how sexy Edward looked to me in that moment. And that was saying a lot, considering this was Edward.

He shuddered against me and I lifted my eyes and watched the precise moment when he shattered.

I also felt it.

"You forgot to put on a condom, dickhead." I couldn't yell at him so I fiercely whispered the last word.

"I didn't forget," Edward shrugged. "You're on the pill."

"So fucking what!"

"You said you don't have unprotected sex, so I knew you were clean."

"If you were a friend of mine, I'd slap you upside the head right now for saying something so dumb, but since I'm more concerned about me and not you, I'd like to know why, if you knew I didn't like to have unprotected sex, you thought I'd like to start having it now."

"Bella?" a faint female voice called.

Edward looked at me with wide eyes and I pointed nonchalantly at my closet. Edward quickly ducked behind the closet door, leaving me just enough time to straighten my shirt and pick up my cell before my mother entered the room.

"Bella?" Renee peered into the open space.

"Hold on, Alice," I said into the phone and then turned to address my mother. "Yeah, Mom?"

"I thought I heard voices," Renee rubbed her arms and tried to look casual as she stared over my head. "Is your window open?"

"Yeah. I was hot," I shrugged off her statement as if it were completely normal to have the window open when it was so cold outside. "Alice, I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" I waited the appropriate length of time for the imaginary Alice on the other end to answer. "Alright…bye."

"It's a little late for phone calls," my mom said when I'd set my phone down.

"She's having a really hard time right now and she really needs a friend. I was at work all night so I wasn't able to talk to her."

I could see the therapist wheels turning in my mother's head, and she nodded and looked around. I could also see that she was trying to assess whether or not everything was as honky-dory as it seemed. Finally, when she couldn't find anything out of place – failing to see Edward's keys lying blazingly in the middle of my desk – she headed back towards the hall.

"Are you working tomorrow?" she tossed nonchalantly over her shoulder.

"I might get called in," I lied. There was a reason she was asking and I wanted to know what it was before I gave up the knowledge that I had a very much needed day off.

"Oh, okay. Well, call me on my cell when you know. I have an early case tomorrow."

Ah, so there it was. Renee was going to be out of the house early and probably for most of the day and she wanted to make sure I was occupied, aka supervised.

"Okay."

"Get some sleep, kiddo."

"You, too." And I would…right after round two.

When I was sure my mother was gone, I turned off the light and then opened my closet door for Edward.

"Whoa," he said of the sudden darkness. "Coast clear?"

"Yeah, keep your voice down," I admonished.

I crawled into my bed. I wasn't quite sure what I expected Edward to do, but I wasn't surprised when he got under the covers beside me.

"Your mom's a detective now or something?" Edward asked sarcastically.

"Not quite," I said, trying to remember if I'd previously told him what she did for a living.

"Doctors usually have patients, not cases. Unless it's your dad who's the doctor."

"Nope. I don't know what the hell my dad does, or where he is."

"So your mom works at Forks hospital?"

"Yeah, and some other clinics around town." I didn't want to get to deep into it in case his path had previously crossed my mother's; it wasn't far-fetched, since she'd had his file in her office. "Don't think I've forgotten about the condom, Cullen," I changed the subject.

He sighed and rolled over on his back. "I know you're clean, Bella. I wouldn't have went down on you if you weren't."

"Yes, I am. But I don't know that you're clean."

"I am."

"Says you."

"You've been after my dick for weeks and now you want to be discriminating?" When I gave him a dirty look that could even be seen in the darkness, he added, "Condoms have an odor. If I'd worn one, your mother would have smelled it when she came in here."

"Maybe so, but I should have at least been given the option."

He didn't respond and I laid there beside him in the darkness wondering if I should mount him or kick him out.

"You thought it was hopeless," he said suddenly.

"What?" I asked.

"You didn't say it," Edward continued as if I hadn't interrupted, "but I could see it on your face. Even though you were saying that everything was going to be okay, I could tell that you didn't believe it was going to work. I could tell that you thought the meds had permanently damaged me, and that pissed me off."

"Edward, I didn't think-"

"I hate people knowing my shit, Bella, and I was so mad at myself for telling you what was going on in the first place. I guess I took it out on you, even though you totally didn't deserve it."

"Damn straight."

He turned his head toward me and whispered, "Sorry for being a dick."

And much to my chagrin, I couldn't think of a single caustic remark, even though I wasn't completely satisfied with the apology.

His hand skimmed my naked thigh and it was as if that motion was my 'open sesame'. I climbed atop him and straddled his legs. I could feel his erection pressing against my ass as I shimmied down his body.

"Do you want me to wear a condom?" he murmured as he reached underneath my t-shirt and slid the pads of his thumbs over my nipples.

"Do you have one?"

"N-No." He stuttered his answer, as I was already sliding against him, impaling myself with his length.

If he was the king, I was about show him who the queen was.

And that is exactly what I did.

We had wet, hot, dirty sex as the far off sun tipped its hat to a retreating moon and my none-the-wiser mother slept down the hall.

Twice.

And then, Edward re-introduced himself my G-spot.

"Apology accepted," I sighed blissfully as I collapsed against my pillow.

I slept peacefully and deep thereafter, and I didn't even stir when Edward climbed back out the way he'd come an hour later.