Thank you all for your support and encouragement over the past few weeks. Trust me, I have been working really hard to get this out to you…. and it's a doozy. 9,000 words. Hope this makes up for lost time.

Thanks to my Twilighted beta vjgm, as well as CullenDLite for all of her constructive criticism.

Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight; I just help Edward and Bella get their rocks off.

More notes at the end.

I hope you enjoy! As always, please read and review.

BPOV

~The morning after~

My reflection stares back at me from the bathroom mirror, bright red blotches marking the pale creamy skin along my neck, shoulders, and breasts. I am not the same woman who approached his locked bedroom door last night. One night was all it took to change me, to turn me into someone I never thought I would be.

I never thought I would be the center of Edward Cullen's attention.

I never thought I would feel his kiss, so passionate and full of want.

I never thought I would let all of my inhibitions go with him.

I never thought I would become addicted to his touch.

My fingers graze each puckered mark, my mind reliving the exact moment each mark was made.

The mark behind my right ear – one of his first. I gave him permission to mark me…. And he threw himself wholeheartedly into his task.

His lips trailed from my ear to my jawline, under my chin and along my neck, blazing a trail along my left collarbone to leave a punctuating bite on my left shoulder.

And he didn't stop there.

When his mouth found my breasts… He sucked on the flesh of my mounds, teased my nipples with his teeth and lapped at his marks to soothe the pleasure-pain away. My nipples harden at the memory.

The amorphous patch of red at the pulse point on my neck was my favorite; it was one of the last marks he made. The weight of his body pressing me into the mattress, his heat scalding me where our bodies touched… His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging roughly to expose my neck… his tongue lapping at my skin right before his lips latched onto my chin and jaw and… God, the sounds he made as his lips opened and closed along my neck, sucking so eagerly and moaning so appreciatively that I didn't care how forceful he was as long as he never stopped…

I can still feel the sting of his bite as he came.

My eyes drift closed and my knees go weak just thinking about his kiss. And I can't help thinking about how those lips would feel as they grazed other parts of my body…

I would have been content succumbing to the torture of his beautiful mouth all night… but his cock was too tempting to ignore. Nonetheless, I have replayed every kiss of his lips, every nip of his teeth, and every lap of his tongue in my mind's eye.

God, I have never felt so sexy, so beautiful.

My skin still burns where he sucked and lapped at my sensitive skin, but the ferocity of his passion last night has made an indelible mark on my mind.

One night was all it took…

But it can never happen again.

~ Present Day ~ Beehive Cafe ~

A light shake accompanied by an angelic voice interrupted my daydream.

"Earth to Bells," the voice exclaimed.

Huh?

My eyes refocused to find a familiar figure with eerily perfect hair and an obsessive penchant for couture. It was her hand on my shoulder that shook me out of my stupor.

Damn, that was a good daydream…

The pixie snapped her fingers in my face to get my attention. I was this close to kicking her ass.

"Alice? You're late… as usual," I snapped back with an exasperated sigh, crossing my arms as I relaxed in an incredibly comfy armchair.

"When inspiration hits," she chimed. "What can I say? I've had a productive day today."

She's been working very hard at Cullen Couture, making sure everything is in order for next week's photo shoot. She practically eats, breathes, and sleeps her new clothing line, Tink. Alice and the Tink line are truly ahead of their time. Cullen Couture is gonna be big… and with Alice at the helm, you shouldn't expect anything less.

I was still pissed she was late, though.

"Productive enough to leave me hanging for…" - I reached for my phone on the table and lifted it just enough to see the time - "twenty-seven minutes, Alice? Really?"

"Oh, come on..." Alice shrugged off her coat and laid it over the back of the straight-back chair opposite mine. "Those twenty-seven minutes didn't keep you from partaking of the establishment's finest goods?" Her eyes darted to the near-empty wine glass sitting on the small round table between.

I smiled a wry smile, leaning forward to grab the wine glass and take that final sip. "That's not the point. The point is… you're late."

She plopped down in the chair opposite mine. "But I'm here, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you're here, alright, but you're not here," I joked, tapping my noggin with my index finger.

"You still love me," she beamed.

I smiled back. "You've got a point."

Sometimes, you just gotta love Alice. She's a couture freak who would show up "fashionably late" to her own funeral… but she's a good friend and can give you a good laugh when you need one… like right now…

"So, what does a girl have to do to get a waiter in this place?" She frantically waved her hand in the air, as if one of the fine pierced gentlemen at the bar would cater to her every culinary whim.

I laughed her. "Allie, you know there aren't any waiters here."

"It's been a while. Things could have changed," Alice mused. She looked around the coffeehouse, twisting her body around in her high-backed chair. "Wow, Bells. It's a madhouse in here tonight."

I checked out the scene for myself. "I wouldn't expect anything less at the Beehive on a Saturday night."

Alice pushed herself away from the table, wiping invisible lint from her posh lap. "I'll head up to the bar and grab a glass. You want something?"

"Sure. Surprise me."

Alice rose to her feet and gave me a wink. "I always do." She turned toward the bar and, suddenly, her tiny figure was lost in the crowd.

The Beehive Coffeehouse was literally a-buzz with activity – no pun intended.

Home of the best desserts in Fremont hands-down, the Beehive was a frequent hangout of mine during my undergrad at U-Dub. Newcomers and freshmen tend to pass this place up; it's not very friendly-looking at all. The dark-grey stone that covers the interior and exterior of the building, as well as the muted candelabra bulbs and stoic fireplace that light the archaic chandeliers in the main sitting area, give the place a dungeon-like feel. A stone-stepped spiral staircase led to a loft seating area where people played D & D during the week or listened to indie bands on the weekends. There was even a 'Rapunzel'-esque tower in one corner high atop the main sitting area with a black-curtained window for more… 'intimate' meetings.

Doesn't sound very 'beehive'-y at all, right?

I won't lie; I was kinda creeped out the first time I came here. But then I discovered the Oreo cheesecake, the kick-ass wine selection, and the quaint indie movie theater in the back…. and I fell in love.

Most of the people that hang out at the Beehive were either indie or goth, which was cool by me; it just meant that people will pretty much leave you alone if you keep to yourself.

I remember the first time I brought Alice here. It was like pulling teeth to get her through the front door.

'Bella,' she cried, 'this place is gross. It's dark in here, none of the chairs match…. They don't even have a coat check.'

After one bite of the crème brulee cheesecake paired with a glass of Inniskillin Riesling, Alice forgot all about checking her coat.

Tonight, I was able to snatch up my favorite chair – a burnt-orange recliner that had definitely seen better days. It doesn't recline anymore but its inviting cushions draw me in every time. Its placement right next to the fireplace doesn't hurt, either.

It was so comfortable that I could have fallen asleep here… and I have. While I was in undergrad, this was one of my favorite studying spots. During the week, study in my comfy chair; on the weekends, enjoy a drink or two with friends… when I was 'of age', of course.

I am so glad I chose this place. I definitely needed a few glasses of wine before we headed to the show.

A group of us are meeting up at the Landmark to catch a movie tonight. I invited Lee, one of my art school peers; Alice invited Jazz, her new photographer friend. We invited Emmett but I'm not sure if he'll join us tonight.

And then there's Edward.

After what happened this morning, I don't think I can tolerate sitting near him for two whole hours without either molesting him or strangling him.

There's a part of me that hopes he doesn't come out with us tonight. I don't need his emo drama ruining a good time.

Then again… a little piece of me yearns to see him again.

I wish we had time to finish what he started this morning.

Edward's cock nudging against my bottom….

His lips hungrily attacking my neck…

My legs open wide as he worships my pussy with his tongue…

Damn….

It had only been a few hours since he last touched me but he tends to have that effect on me. He is so… addictive. It should be a crime to be that good at eating pussy. I am always ready for a round of Cullenlingus.

I would have enjoyed a good fuck on his kitchen counter this morning… but fear of discovery by a certain 'you-know-who' quickly killed the mood.

Alice had a knack for interrupting things. This morning, it was coitus interruptus at the kitchen sink. This evening, she disrupted my naughty daydream about her brother. It's like she has cock-blocking 'radar' or something.

I need to get Alice laid… fast.

The sooner she gets laid, the sooner I can get hammered.

And I don't mean 'by alcohol'.

Unfortunately, my 'hammer' of choice wants to talk about our 'phantom' feelings for one another.

Good friends? Without a doubt.

Intense physical attraction? Yes.

Great sex? Definitely.

Why he wants to ruin it with all this "mushy love talk" is beyond me.

One would think that a man would be happy to have pussy on demand without the 'fine print' – must cuddle afterwards, wake up beside her in the morning, tell her she's beautiful, never call her fat, et cetera, et cetera….

Not this man, obviously…

When I made the decision to have sex with him for the first time, I didn't think about 'the morning after'. We were just two friends… having sex with one another… to debunk Edward's 'theory' that the tension between us was more than sexual. Since Edward knew where I stood, I simply saw it as an opportunity to get laid – pure and simple.

Ironically, the next time I saw him just happened to be another opportunity for me to get laid. Twice.

I was horny as fuck and my hands just weren't doing it for me anymore. So sue me.

Now, I don't even have to ask. I crawl to his bed, we have back-breaking sex, and then we go on as if nothing happened. A very nice arrangement, don't you think?

We have had very few encounters outside of his bedroom, and none outside of the house.

I wonder if he would be opposed to getting his dick sucked in a crowded movie theater….

"Bella," Alice snapped sternly. Five fingers are waved in front of my face.

Edward and his sister were dancing on my last nerve.

I spied the glass of white wine Alice sat before me. "That was fast." I took a quick sip. Chardonnay. Yum.

"Uh, what's up with you today?" She looked at me curiously.

I played with the rim of my glass, avoiding Alice's eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"You were jumpy this morning, you snapped at me when I walked in here tonight, and you zoned out on me just now," she accused. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," I assured her, taking another sip of wine.

Wow… the wine glasses here are really cool. I wonder where they found them…

Alice crossed her arms before me. "Don't lie to me, Bella Swan," she chided.

Unfortunately, my friend, I don't think I have a choice….

I met her eyes and I knew she wasn't going to let it go.

Setting my glass down on the table, I took a deep breath and braced myself for the inquisition.

"Alright. I'll tell you what's going on."

Alice slapped her palms face down on the table, leaning toward me accusingly. "Are you pregnant?"

"Hell no!" I picked up my wine glass, waved it in her direction, and gulped the rest of it down for her benefit.

"Is school okay?"

"As okay as grad school could be," I replied, running my finger along the glass's edge.

"Has Renee gone off the deep end yet?"

"No. She's fine."

"Then what is it?"

Avoiding the inevitable would be an exercise in futility, I suppose…

"There's this guy…"

"A guy, Bella? Have you been holding out on me?" She smiled as she picked up her glass of red and relaxed in her chair.

"No, Allie. It's not that serious."

"Well, he's serious enough to disrupt your normal brain function…."

I scowled at my friend. "Do you want to hear it or not?"

"I'm listening," she said, batting her eyelashes innocently.

My eyes refocused on the licks of fire that reflected off of Alice's wine glass. "Well, this guy and I," I started, choosing my words very deliberately. "We've been… hooking up for a while."

"You slut!" Alice gasped from across the table.

I stared her down once again.

"I'm sorry, Bells. I won't interrupt again," she conceded. She looked apologetic, so I continued. I lowered my eyes to Alice's glass once again and took a little time to organize my thoughts before I spoke again.

"Truthfully, Alice, I met him a few years ago… through a mutual friend. We were casual acquaintances, you could say. Back then, I thought he was attractive but … he was unavailable, so nothing ever happened between us. But… I saw him a couple of months ago… at a bar. We talked for hours and… he seemed different, more mature. He invited me back to his place, one thing led to another, and we… you know," I told her, knowing she understood my implication.

I took a chance and met her eyes once again. Alice's eyes were opened wide in shock but she didn't say a peep.

"I expected it to be a one-time thing… I wasn't expecting a relationship on anything… but the sex? It was so fucking intense. That night, I felt such a strong connection with him – physically and emotionally. We really didn't know much about each other before, but when he…. God, Alice…. He touched me so deeply, so profoundly… as if he had known me my entire life…"

If Alice only knew…

Edward was more than a one-night stand to me. He was my friend, my moonstone… and our actions that night really complicated things.

When I had sex with him that night, I didn't think about the consequences. As much as I was concerned about our friendship, it wasn't a factor when I approached his bedroom door in the middle of the night. It had nothing to do with our past; I didn't have sex with him out of spite. I just couldn't stand another moment in that house without knowing what it was like to fuck Edward Cullen. He was just too damn fine to let slip through my fingers.

And, besides, he offered.

Did I take advantage of the feelings he might have had for me? Maybe, but I didn't care. I just wanted to fuck…. and fuck we did.

And it was incredible.

"Even though it's been a couple of months since it happened, I still get chills just thinking about it. He played my body like a finely-tuned piano..."

He's had lots of practice…

I took another deep breath before I spoke again. "I snuck out of his place in the middle of the night. I didn't get his number, and I didn't volunteer mine. I didn't think I'd ever run into him again… but, God, did I want to…," I remembered, shaking my head at the memory.

I was so overcome with fuck-awe that I couldn't bear to stay with him that night. He looked so content after we had sex that I felt a tiny bit guilty. Yes, the sex was incredible but I didn't want to get his hopes up. I didn't want to lead him on… so I left his inviting bed and his warm embrace.

"I tried to forget about him, to forget about that night we had… but I couldn't…"

Memories of his touch continued to invade my thoughts. When I lay awake in bed at night, I could almost feel Edward's fingers ghost across my skin. His scent, when he held me in his arms, was so strong – so him – that it made my head spin. His lips can do such amazing things to my body; I still get weak just thinking about how he made me feel that first time.

It was those thoughts that brought me to his Queen Anne home on a cold and rainy Thursday night.

"He felt so fucking good. He made me feel so fucking good... and I would have done almost anything to feel that way again…"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alice lean forward on her elbows. I knew I had her undivided attention.

I wish I had another glass of wine right about now….

But I kept talking.

"So, I went back a couple of weeks later, hoping to see him again. He was there… and I just couldn't help myself…."

~ Six weeks earlier ~

I rang the doorbell, praying no one was home.

I couldn't believe I was standing outside Edward and Alice's front door in the pouring rain, soaked from head to toe, waiting to see if I could catch him alone so we could… talk.

It had been twelve days since Edward and I shared our bodies with each other. I had not seen Edward since that night; Alice, the morning after. I was supposed to meet up with her the following weekend but I just couldn't do it. I didn't want to run into him.

Not because I was afraid of him….

Honestly, I was more afraid of myself and how I might react when I see him again.

There was a very high likelihood that I would jump his bones on sight regardless of who was in the room with us.

Horny people tend to do irrational things, and I was one very horny bitch.

When the door finally opened and our eyes met, I realized my fears were well-founded.

Edward greeted me in a pair of dark-wash jeans that left little to the imagination, a long-sleeved blood red dress shirt unbuttoned from neck to navel, and a form-fitting ribbed wifebeater that accentuated his chiseled torso. He casually ran his fingers through his hair, pushing back the strands that invariably fell across his forehead. His eyelids were heavy and his movements lethargic, as if he was awoken from a really good nap. His tongue darted out from between his lips to moisten them before he spoke.

Well… fuck.

Talking be damned. I knew what I wanted. The question was…. would he give it to me?

"Bella? What are you doing here?"

Besides ogling your ass…

"Uh… can I come in?"

"Sure," he said, opening the door wider and stepping backward to allow me entrance.

The house was dark, with the exception of the two overhead lights that hung over the breakfast bar. I could hear music coming from upstairs but no other sounds.

He must be alone.

I proceeded to remove my hood and unbutton my soaked pearl raincoat. The coat was successful in keeping my zinfandel-shaded wrap sweater dry; my legs, not so much. My skinny black stretch jeans were slightly damp above my black patent calf-high boots and my hair was a little wet but I didn't care. I tugged on its cuffs so I could pull my arms out of its sleeves. I could feel Edward's eyes on me as he shut the door and threw its locks. Once my coat was off, I met his stare with one of my own. Edward's outstretched hand was ready and waiting to accept my wet coat. Hesitantly, I offered it to him.

As I stepped out of my rain boots, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him as he walked toward the closet. The muscles of his upper back flexed as he walked, an air of confidence evident in his swagger. His hair was unruly as always but I had an irresistible urge to make it even messier. The mole at the nape of his neck, clearly visible underneath his shirt collar, begged to be licked and it took all of my strength not to do so. I could still make out the curves of his ass under the flannel shirt that he wore. He even gave me a sneak peak of his tight ass as he reached for a hanger and hung my coat up to dry.

My body moved on its own volition, closing the distance between us.

"Is Alice here?" I asked nonchalantly as I deposited my damp boots by the front door.

"No, she's at the shop," he started as he closed the closet door. "I don't know when she'll be home –"

When he finally turned to face me, I was a goner.

I don't know if it was the lighting, the music, or the man… but I couldn't control myself any longer.

I didn't even give him enough time to finish his sentence.

I placed both of my hands square on his chest and shoved hard. His green eyes grew wide as his back hit the closet door but I had a feeling he didn't mind. I roughly grabbed the lapels of his button-down and pressed his body firmly against the wall. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and inhaled his rich scent.

"Bella," he moaned, his gravelly voice music to my ears.

"Touch me," I whispered in response.

It was then that I felt his hands grab my jean-clad hips, hooking his thumbs into my belt loops and yanking my crotch closer to his. I bit his earlobe in approval.

He sighed heavily and I could feel his heartbeat quicken under my fingertips. "Bella, I thought you –"

I slid my left hand up his chest and placed two fingers on his right jaw, guiding his lips toward mine.

"No talking," I whispered before I pressed my lips to his.

His lips were tentative at first; he seemed almost hesitant to kiss me back. But once my roaming hand was entangled in his fuckhot locks, his lips were mine for the taking. I grabbed his beautiful hair by the handful and literally pulled his head down to mine, angling his mouth to give me better access. He must have enjoyed my tenacity; he met this kiss eagerly, his lips and tongue vying to regain control.

Edward and I were welded to each other - chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. The cold living room wall was unforgiving and, for that, I was grateful; I could feel every movement of his body as we writhed against one another. As we kissed, his hands wandered across the expanse of my back, his nails clawing at my shirt as if he could rip it to shreds at will. When he realized his efforts would prove unsuccessful, his hands cupped my bottom and aggressively pulled me even tighter against him.

My left hand was unwilling to release its hold on Edward's hair; my right hand tightly held Edward's shirt in its grasp. I tried to pull myself even closer to him, using my right hand as leverage to pull myself onto the balls of my feet to meet his not-so-gentle kiss… but I needed to be closer. I needed to feel more.

I literally wanted to climb atop his body and mount him like the stallion he was.

Once Edward took the lead in our kiss, my hands trailed down his torso until they found the button fly of his jeans. I tugged and pulled on his pants anxiously as I broke our kiss long enough to whisper, "I want you. Now."

He grabbed both of my wrists and suddenly I was the one whose back was against the wall, my wrists pinned to the wall above my head. His hard body pressed mine into the wall as we attempted to catch our breaths – my chest still heaving from our mind-blowing kiss and his ever-growing arousal rubbing against my pelvis. Edward rested his forehead against the wall, bringing his lips level with my left ear. His warm breath caressed my ear and neck and I couldn't help the involuntary shudder that wracked my entire body.

"I don't think so, Bella," he whispered matter-of-factly. "You can't just waltz in here, attack a guy, and expect him to follow your every command."

Edward's body betrayed his calm and rational tone. His breathing was still erratic and his hardness was twitching against my stomach.

I knew I was going to get what I came for.

I whispered back, deliberately low and sultry. "Are you saying you don't want me? That you don't want to touch me? That my body doesn't turn you on?"

It was then that I felt Edward's eyelashes flutter against my neck, his nose nuzzling the sensitive skin there. His hands began to slide down my raised arms, his fingertips leaving a tingling trail on their way down my forearms.

I continued to taunt him. "That you haven't been thinking about me kissing you… licking you… fucking you… sucking you off?"

I felt rather than heard the needy groan that escaped Edward's lips as he buried his head in my neck… and his closed lips placed a gentle kiss there, followed by another… and another soon after.

Breathless, I softened my voice to a whisper and shared my little secret with him. "Because I have… I lay in bed every night thinking about your hands… your lips… your cock…"

"Fuck, Bella," he grunted into my neck.

"… and all of the naughty things I want you to do to me."

His kisses along my neck grew rougher and his hands resumed their trek up my arms, pinning my wrists to the wall once again. His hips bucked against his will and my eyes drifted closed at the sudden contact.

My arousal was at a fever pitch. I was so fucking wet and his kisses were overwhelminglydistracting… but the words continued to spill from my lips. My speech was raspy and I panted voraciously as I spoke but I had to tell him how badly I wanted him.

I licked my lips and swallowed deliberately before I spoke again.

"I've tried to fight it… to stay away… but I can't fight it anymore. I want this. I want you."

Edward remained silent as he placed an open-mouthed kiss on my chin before he bent his knees slightly and buried his head in the other side of my neck, greedily kissing and sucking on the skin beneath my right ear. I could feel every inch of his rock-hard body against mine and he felt so good. My wrists were still trapped within his grasp; I struggled to release myself but I only succeeded in making myself even hotter. He attacked my neck with such ferocity that I was literally dripping with arousal, my thong soaked with cum and rendered useless. He was desperate for me… almost as desperate as I was for him.

"I know you want me, too. I can feel it..."

He took me by surprise when he suddenly stood upright, sliding his body against mine. His eager cock rubbed against my throbbing clit and I gasped at the blessed contact. Even though we were both fully clothed, I was completely undone.

"Oh, God, can I feel it…"

His hands stealthily made their way down my arms, past my elbows and down my triceps, grazing the curves of my breasts to reach the tie around my waist. I could feel his fingertips as they nimbly untied the bow, finding their way under the heavy woven fabric to tease my aching nipples through my flimsy camisole. My back arched reflexively into his touch, craving more.

Edward chuckled into my neck, obviously pleased with my reaction.

"And I want to feel you deep… deep inside me," I growled in his ear. "Right. Now."

He lifted his head from my neck to plant kisses along my jawline, lapping at my skin with his tongue. "Right now?"

"Yes," I cried, reaching for his fly once again. "Give it to me," I begged with need. I was at my breaking point and willing to do anything to feel him balls deep inside me.

Edward pushed my sweater off of my shoulders. I heard it fall to the floor but I didn't care. I felt his fingers work their way through my long strands, massaging my scalp along the way. His eyes were on fire, most likely mirroring my own needy gaze as he tilted my head back slightly and whispered against my lips –

"Then stop talking and let me fuck you."

Edward's eyes held mine as he silenced me with his lips and kissed me breathless.

I momentarily lost the battle against falling hard for this man, suddenly feeling weak of mind and body when he whispered those eight simple words to me. Short and sweet, he spoke right to the part of me that wanted to tear the clothes off of his body as soon as he opened the door. The wall at my back was the only thing that kept me standing, my legs collapsing under me as his hypnotic gaze and succulent kisses pierced my soul. I was so entranced by him that I almost lost sight of my ultimate goal.

My fingers, once lingering at his crotch, suddenly came back to life. I could not release his cock from its confines fast enough. When my hands finally reached their target, Edward's kiss faltered slightly and I smirked proudly against his open lips. His tongue retorted eagerly in an attempt to curtail my smugness, but we both knew that the battle had already been won.

Without a doubt, I was thoroughly impressed by his hefty shaft, its ample length and mystifying girth. Edward's cock stood tall and proud, straining against the taut fabric of his boxer briefs waiting patiently to break free. It was all mine.

I wanted to claim my prize.

"Give it to me," I asked in an inquisitive whimper. "Please," I begged, nudging his pants over his ass.

His forehead fell to my left shoulder as his glutes contracted under my touch.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

Edward's pants fell unceremoniously to the floor. His lips returned to my neck as his wandering hands found the hem of my skin-tight camisole. I worked my hands under the waistband of his boxer briefs, grabbing handfuls of his ass and pulling his cock even tighter against my abdomen; he groaned into the crook of my neck as I pushed his briefs over his hips and allowed his eager cock to spring free. He stepped out of the clothing that pooled at his feet without my assistance; meanwhile, his nimble fingers danced across the sensitive skin of my stomach, teasing me to no end. He gently tugged on the hem to get my attention.

"Off," he barked… and I was more than eager to comply. Edward leaned back slightly to allow me room to remove my shirt but, once my nipples were exposed to the cold air, he dove down eagerly to take each bud between his lips. He sucked on them appreciatively until my hair was free and fanned across my shoulders again.

"These, too," he whispered against my breast, pushing my jeans down over my hips as he spoke. Edward fell to his knees and sat back on his heels, rolling my pants down until they reached my shins. He cupped then squeezed my right calf, silently asking me to lift my foot so he could remove my jeans one leg at a time. I relaxed against the wall and complied with his request, my eyes focused on the top of his head as he gently pulled the pant leg over my heel and freshly-manicured toes. He paid the same amount of attention to my left leg, carefully removing my pants without causing me to lose my balance.

I stood before him naked, fully exposed. I have exposed my thoughts, my feelings to him before… but it felt nothing like this. Goosebumps broke out across my flesh – partly from the slight draft that chilled the air… and partly from the sight of one particular man kneeling at my feet.

When Edward finished removing my clothing, he surveyed his handiwork. His eyes roamed up and down my body, lingering to appreciate every curve and valley he found; his hands followed course, skimming my calves, traveling up around my knees to climb my quivering thighs. His gaze and his touch were almost reverent. I felt wanted, beautiful.

I felt the fingers of his right hand as they fanned across the tuft of hair above my sex; my head fell back against the wall in anticipation of what was to come. His fingers were nearly as glorious as his cock; my eyes closed, my subconscious encouraging me to savor his breathtaking touch.

I could hear Edward whispering in the semi-darkness.

"When the sun rose the next morning, you were already gone," he began, the pads of his fingers inching closer to my throbbing clit. "I thought I hurt you, that you never wanted to see me again…." Closer and closer, his fingers came to my sex… and I desperately wanted his touch and the release I knew they would give me.

"You don't know how long I waited for you… to come back to me, to tell me everything was okay between us… but you never came," his whispered, his voice barely discernible as his worlds trailed into the empty space around us.

A lone finger skated across the taut surface of my engorged clit. Such a small touch, but an overpowering sensation rolled over my body and my thighs closed tightly to contain the pleasure.

"There are so many things that I want to do to you, for you… but I thought you didn't feel the same way. And I was ashamed of myself for wanting you as much as I did…."

Edward's finger attempted to go deeper, his left hand forcing my thighs apart so his right index finger could caress my dripping folds. I propped my left foot atop his right thigh and exposed more of my core to him, eagerly awaiting a more intimate touch. His finger met my lips as soon as my legs parted; I could feel my wetness as it coated the tip of his finger and he spread it along the length of my folds. He made the circuit towards my clit again, coating it with my juices once he reached it. I bit my lip at the sensation.

"To know that you wanted me as much as I wanted you… makes me want you even more…."

His middle finger joined in, rubbing along my folds and teasing me into a perpetual state of arousal. I was so tightly wound that I couldn't verbally respond to his touch. Simple moans escaped my lips; he felt so fucking good.

"You have no idea what you do to me…."

His fingers suddenly delved deep within my folds, causing my eyes to open wide and my breath to hitch. He moved them in and out at a painstakingly slow pace, twisting his wrist to feel the soft, smooth surface of my vaginal walls and the bumpy ridges that marked my g-spot.

"Bella, you are so fucking wet for me…."

I could feel his fingers stretching me, readying me for his cock. My Kegels squeezed his fingers in appreciation… but it still wasn't enough. Edward must have sensed the tension building in me because he suddenly shifted his focus from my pussy to my clit. I felt his fingers twist one last time, placing his hand palm-up while he was still buried deep inside me. His thumb, once idle, began to massage my clit with small, tight circles of pressure. The fingers inside me continued to move with a shortened stroke, rubbing with blessed friction along my upper wall as they attempted to press even deeper into me. My body, taut with impending orgasm, writhed against the wall; my eyelids squeezed even tighter as I attempted to adjust to the increased sensation. My palms were pressed flat against the wall… but my fingers itched to touch him, to pull him to me, to give him the pleasure he was giving me.

"I have always wanted to touch you like this… to make you cum like this…"

You might get your wish…

He continued to pump his hand in and out of me, maintaining contact with my clit. His hand sped up, pressing harder and farther with each thrust. When his thumb couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his fingers, Edward pressed the flat of his palm against my sweet spot and cupped it roughly. As his fingers unrelentingly fucked my pussy, he increased his palm's pressure against my clit. My ass slammed into the wall with each inward thrust and the shockwaves reverberated throughout my entire body. I was literally seeing stars.

"Cum for me, Bella...," he whispered.

As badly as I wanted to cum all over his hand, I wanted to savor every glorious inch of his cock before I had my release.

"No," I panted pathetically. "Not yet…."

Suddenly, Edward pulled his fingers out of my pussy… and replaced them with his warm, supple lips.

My jaw dropped and my eyes opened wide again at the unexpected contact. My breath forcefully escaped my lungs as my head made a resounding thud against the wall.

"Fuck," I shouted, my chest heaving from the effort.

When I felt his lithe tongue lick my dripping clit… then again… and again, I slapped my palms against the wall hard; I had nothing to hold on to but I was not going to allow any distance between his lips and mine.

His right hand – the hand that so masterfully fucked my pussy mere moments before – began to wrap around my left thigh, attempting to hold me still. Once his arm was fully wrapped around my leg and my thigh atop his right shoulder, he began to attack my pussy more aggressively.

I chanced a look down as Edward ate me out… and… it was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. His messy hair was nestled between my legs, his lips suckling and pulling on my clit to bring forth the orgasm he requested. He licked my pussy from all angles, tilting his head to get to the spot that would make my knees buckle. Once he found it, his head went still. Edward sucked and he pulled, he nipped and he licked…. He was a fucking master at this. And when his tongue entered me for the first time, he almost got his wish.

At that point, I wasn't sure what I enjoyed more – his cock or his cunt-licking skills…

I let him get a few more licks in before I grabbed his hair and yanked hard. As good as his mouth felt on me, I couldn't take that sweet torture any longer.

Edward planted one soft kiss on my clit before he released my leg and climbed my body. He left a trail of kisses from the apex of my thighs to my sternum, grabbing onto my left thigh as he made his ascent. My skin broke out into goosebumps as he wrapped my left leg around his waist and brought the tip of his cock even closer to my entrance. I gasped in anticipation of what was to come. He was still dressed from the waist up; the delicious friction of his dress shirt against my taut nipples excited me even more.

Edward buried his left hand in my hair and his head in my neck once more to whisper in my ear, "You are so beautiful like this…. I am so fucking hard right now…"

Indeed, he was. I wrapped my hand around his cock, hard as steel and ready to fuck.

So was I.

I pulled Edward up by the lapels of his shirt and brought his eyes to mine. "Then what are you waiting for?" I asked.

Edward met my challenge with a smile and slight nudge of his cock against my center. "I thought you said you wanted to wait," he replied, planting another soft kiss against my neck.

"Not for this," I countered, stroking his engorged cock for emphasis.

His left hand left my hair and travelled down my side, leaving a tingling trail in its wake. He dipped down slightly to grab my other leg, standing up sharply to wrap it around his waist while continuing to pin me against the wall. I managed to remove my stroking arm before he closed the miniscule distance between us, and I decided to wrap both of my arms around his neck to maintain some semblance of balance.

Edward's cock was right where I wanted it – poised and ready to enter my pussy. And I couldn't wait for him to fill me up.

He rested his forehead against mine, our eyes still locked on one another. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his eyes earnest with sincerity.

My fingers tangled in his hair once again before answering against his lips. "Fuck yes," I sighed with certainty.

Edward closed the distance between our lips, applying the gentlest of pressure to seal the kiss. He softly kissed my lips again, from another angle this time, and then grabbed a wrist in each hand and placed them above my head against the wall. I was slightly confused at the action but my lust-addled brain wasn't paying too close attention to anything that wasn't Edward Cullen's mighty cock.

He kissed me once again, pinning my wrists even tighter to the wall. His forearms rested against mine as his hips began to rock slightly, back and forth along my folds. My body was growing impatient with lust.

"Fuck, Edward…. Don't make me wait any longer...," I begged, hoping he would get the message.

And, with that, he buried his head in my neck once again and grunted as he impaled me with his cock.

Our mutual groans and the far-away notes of an unfamiliar tune were the only sounds that met my ears at that moment. All I could see - all I could feel - was Edward. His arms, his scent, his heat surrounded me and I drank him in. His cock pulsed deep within me, Edward's restraint remarkable. He filled me wholly, completely. It felt so right.

"Bella," he whispered hoarsely into my neck, "be very still. Don't. Move."

His body pressed me even harder into the cold living room wall. Frantically, his fingers climbed up my wrists to press his palms into mine. When our fingers intertwined and his hands finally squeezed mine, I knew I was going to enjoy the ride.

The muscles of his glutes and lower back flexed beneath my crossed ankles as we began to rock against his living room wall. Edward pulled out slowly and I could feel the tip of his cock as it retreated from deep inside me. I could feel each and every inch of his cock as it slid between my folds, his tip gliding effortlessly within my tight walls. I whimpered at its loss but I didn't have to miss his cock for long; Edward slid back home even deeper the second time around. He seemed to press impressively deeper and deeper with each subsequent thrust. My pussy stretched to accommodate his cock but my cervix only allowed him to go so far. When he met that barrier, he didn't let it stop him; he worked his tip against my cervix in small circles, pushing himself in further then retreating slightly.

I moaned hungrily in the semi-darkness, enjoying the feel of his cock as it moved inside me.

I was finally riding my stallion.

"You feel fucking incredible," he whispered into my neck as he fucked me slowly. I squeezed his cock in response and a low moan escaped his lips.

His left hand released my right and fell to my right nipple, pinching it tightly between his fingers. My God, his fingers can do no wrong to my body….

"More," I mewled in his ear. "I want more."

His left hand quickly travelled downward to grab my ass, angling my pelvis so he could fuck me even deeper. I gasped at the new sensation. My free hand reached for his hair once again, pulling his face to mine for a rough kiss. He maintained his rhythm, in and out and in even farther each and every time; his tongue mimicked the movement of his cock and I was content. I didn't want it to end.

But Edward was quickly losing control.

Grabbing my left hand even tighter, Edward braced me for a piercing thrust that slammed his tip into my cervix with tremendous force.

I yelped suddenly, pleasantly surprised by his masterful stroke. I struggled to keep my legs wrapped around his waist but his thrust was just too powerful.

Thankfully, he gave me a little time to recover.

"Look at me," he whispered against my lips. I pulled back slightly and met his gaze; the fire in his eyes rocked me to the core. I allowed myself to be drawn in by his hypnotic gaze as he squeezed my hand… and slammed his tip into my cervix once again.

My eyes slammed shut at the force. My head rolled forward and found rest atop his shoulder. My body felt weak; my limbs were limp and I could barely catch my breath.

"Look. At. Me," he gritted through his teeth, struggling to maintain his control.

I threw my head back against the wall once again, my eyes lidded with overexertion and passion. The gleam in his eye was unmistakable. Edward was enjoying himself just as much as I was.

He squeezed my hand once again in warning and stuffed his cock deep within my folds. His pelvis crashed into my clit, causing a wave of pleasure to overtake my body.

Fuck… he's good.

He picked up the pace slightly, fucking me roughly with little restraint. Each contact he made with my clit and my cervix fueled the orgasm that was building deep within me.

"Don't… stop…," I managed to squeak in between thrusts.

"Don't… leave me … ever again…," he replied, matching his thrusts.

Once I understood his rhythm, I held my own; meeting his thrusts and absorbing the blow each and every time. Our lips and teeth collided as he continued to pound into me, our bodies on the edge of release. I pulled his head down to my shoulder once again and massaged his neck as he continued his thrusts. When I felt his cock jerk within me, I squeezed my Kegels and whispered in his ear:

"Cum for me, Edward. I am so close."

He grunted in response and squeezed my ass even tighter. On each stroke, he swiveled his hips, increasing his pressure against my clit. I just needed one hard push to fall over the edge…

"Yes, Edward, just like that...," I encouraged him, biting his ear in encouragement.

He grunted even louder into my shoulder, pumping in and out of me at break-neck speed. His lips hovered at my collarbone; his nails digging roughly into the skin at my hip. My body was humming… purring… anxious to reach that final climax…

And then… there was silence.

There was no Edward.

There was no Bella.

There was just pleasure, euphoria washing over me in waves. A bright light burst beneath my eyelids, stars in every color of the rainbow zooming into view. I was floating… and I didn't want my feet to touch the ground. I didn't care about what was happening around us. I didn't care that Alice could walk in on us at any minute. I simply reveled in my complete and utter bliss.

When my sense of self returned, I heard the remnants of my ear-piercing cry as it rang throughout the near-empty house. I could feel the sharpness of Edward's canines as he bit my shoulder hard, his cock exploding with white hot cum soon after. My breath was coming in gasps and I struggled to regain my composure as Edward continued to pound into me. My walls contracted sporadically around his cock, milking him until he was completely spent.

As his stroke slowed and our breathing returned to normal, my right hand continued to massage the back of Edward's neck. In turn, he brought my left hand down to rest on his shoulder. His weight continued to support me against the wall but I made sure to clasp my hands behind his neck and tighten my legs around his waist before I thoroughly embarrassed myself. His hands came down to cup my bottom, assisting me as I attempted to support my own weight.

His head was still buried in my neck. His ragged breathing turned into gentle puffs of air against my neck, which began to tingle at every exhale. I let my head fall back to rest against the wall and closed my eyes. I wanted to remember this moment, to etch it in my brain for those long, lonely nights when I ached for his touch.

Then again, my dreams don't do him any justice….

Edward lifted his head and looked into me, staring at me so intently that I couldn't break away from his gaze. Softly, he cupped my face in his hands, gently working his fingers into the ragged strands that surrounded my flushed face, and leaned in slightly to kiss my swollen lips.

Edward took his time, his lips lightly brushing mine before pulling back minutely to see how his kisses affected me. My eyes drifted closed at his gentle kisses, releasing all control and allowing him to take the lead. I let his lips guide mine; his gently-probing tongue sparked my own into action. Edward kissed me thoroughly, languidly, as if our time was short and he wanted to file away every single moment he pressed his lips to mine.

I didn't mind.

Once he had his fill of my lips, Edward rested his forehead against my own and tipped his chin up slightly, aligning his nose with mine for an Eskimo kiss. Dangerous territory, indeed, but I did oblige him. It was… sweet.

But I could only take so much….

"I need to… um…," I whispered to him.

"Oh. Of course…," he replied before kissing my lips one more time and releasing me so I could stand on my own two feet.

I hurriedly tried to pick up my clothes but a flash of red distracted me from my task.

"Here. Take this," he said, offering me the shirt off his back.

"Um… thanks." I took it from him and turned away from him to give myself some privacy as I pulled it on. It smelled like him.

I heard him chuckle behind me.

I turned toward him, attempting to fasten some of the ridiculously small buttons on his shirt. "What's so funny?" I joked.

"Nothing at all," he smiled. "Hey…"

My head popped up and I saw him standing before me in his white wifebeater… and nothing else.

He gestured toward his dress shirt. "It looks good on you."

I looked down at his shirt, then to him, and smiled demurely before I made my way to his kitchen for a quick drink.

I could feel the heat of his gaze as I walked across the room. The butterflies that had been quelled before were fluttering about with a passion.

It was then that I realized that this would not be the last time I would seduce Edward Cullen.

I had to have him again.

You still there? Excellent….

I hope this action-packed, triple-length feature makes you love me again. :( But, alas, I am done reposting for the night. More will come, I promise, tomorrow evening.

For the next couple of chapters, I will be doing things a little differently. Chapter 11 will be a Bella chapter (I know, I'm messing up the pattern). You'll notice that I've left Tink and Bells hangin' at the Beehive…. Chapter 11 will wrap all that up… a little bit of Edward POV, some buttered popcorn, and a large Coke Zero and we're off to the show! Chapter 11 has already been written and will be posted tomorrow.

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