Edward's tongue was thick and wet in Bella's mouth. And she could taste herself as she sucked it. This kiss was different than she expected. Not that everything between them hadn't been different…and so much more.

She could feel the cool press of metal as his belt buckle pushed against her stomach. She could feel the hot and urgent press of steel as his denim covered cock pressed against her pussy. And she became acutely aware of her own nakedness as she realized that he was still fully clothed.

She pulled away from his mouth, panting, but he just moved to her neck. Wet words she couldn't understand were murmured against her skin in between sucking and kissing and fuck, he just bit down like he couldn't get enough.

And it wasn't.

For her, it still wasn't enough.

"Please," she begged. She was so far beyond the point of caring what she sounded like. "Please…just, please…"

"Fuck, baby…I just…I can't when you sound like that."

But the truth was that Bella couldn't. Not when he sounded like that…and not when he pressed against her like that.

"Please."

"You're so ready, aren't you?" he said, pushing up and looking down at her. "You're just so fucking ready for my cock."

"Oh, god," she moaned.

His words, the way he looked above her. It was all more than she could handle. She was almost certain that she wouldn't survive this. And if she did – if somehow, she managed to walk away still intact – she didn't know how she would ever go back to the way things were before.

But she couldn't think about that. No, not when he just stripped off his shirt and the lean lines of his muscles were right in front of her. Not when she needed to touch the light dusting of hair that started just beneath his navel. And she did, loving the little groan that escaped his mouth.

When she started on his buckle, he stopped her.

"Fuck, baby. As much as I want to feel your little hand around my dick, I just can't. I'm so fucking hard…so fucking ready." He leaned over and kissed her mouth one more time. "I feel a goddamn teenager…like I'm just gonna lose my shit all over you. And I need to feel your pussy around me before that happens. I need to be able to last long enough to make it good. I wanna make it so fucking good."

And then he was gone. But he wasn't really gone – he was just standing right next to her, pulling down his pants. And the moment she saw his cock, she lost every thought in her mind.

"Oh, god."

He was perfect.

His cock was fucking perfect.

Long and thick and fucking beautiful veins underneath smooth skin. And hard. He was so fucking hard it looked painful. And she didn't know how it was going to feel inside her, but she needed to. Her pussy clenched as if it were weighing in on the subject.

"Yeah?" he said, low and thick. "You like that? You like my cock?"

She reached up to touch him, but he stopped her.

"Unless you want me to come all over you right now, I wouldn't do that."

He stepped back, and she watched his naked form as he walked over to his desk. He pulled something out of a drawer. Condom, she thought. And, Jesus, she was so glad he'd had enough strength of mind to think about that because she wanted him so much she wasn't entirely sure she would have remembered.

And fuck, the sight of him doing that killed her just a little more.

He crawled back between her legs, and she watched him roll the condom on. And then, instead of just getting ready to fuck her, he leaned over and kissed one of her breasts while his hand slid between her legs and stroked her.

"Please…please…" she whimpered.

"So wet," he mumbled against her chest. "So fucking ready for me, aren't you?"

"Yes… Oh, please."

"Do you have any idea what you're going to feel like around my dick, baby?" he whispered, hard and panting, in her ear. "Do you even know how much it's going to kill me when I can't last as long as I want to?"

Dead.

Bella was dead, and he wasn't even inside her. Bella was dead and there was no possible was that she would ever come back from this.

She felt the blunt head of his cock as it nudged her opening, but she was so lost inside her own mind she barely registered it. It was only when he stroked her up and down – only when he whispered words about how hot and wet she was – that she braced herself.

"Relax," he whispered. "Relax, and open up a little wider for me."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, spreading herself as wide as possible, and he looked into her eyes for a million seconds before dropping his head into the curve of her neck.

"Fuck, yeah…that's it," he said. "Tell me you want it."

"I want it."

"Tell me you want me."

"I want you, Edward," she told him. "Please…please, fuck me."

In one strong, swift movement, he was inside her.

"So tight…and oh, god, baby…"

It burned and stretched for just a moment before everything just fit. And then it was simply pure pleasure. It was the words he continued saying that she no longer understood. It was her whimpers and his grunts and the way he gripped her ass as he thrust into her over and over again. It was the way he moaned her name and the way she possibly cried his. It was the way she felt as he filled her – so full and deep and warm. It was sweat and slick and hard and soft…until the feeling of him fucking her was all she knew. All she cared about.

And then everything exploded…until there was nothing.

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