I wanted to touch him, to bury my fingers in his hair, pull him to me, and hold his head against my chest. But I didn't. I kept my hands on the couch, waiting for him to make a move.

"What, Bella?" he asked innocently. "Tell me what you need."

Fuck, he really was a control freak, wasn't he?

"My breast, my... nipple," I gasped. "Please... your mouth." I pushed my chest subtly towards him, and he moved away just enough. Fucking maddening. "Please, Edward," I begged. "Jesus, please," I muttered under my breath.

He looked at me for a moment or two, the intensity in those blue-green eyes focused completely on me, and I melted just a little bit.

Then, he leaned in and gave me what I wanted.

Jesus, his mouth, his lips. So warm and wet, licking and sucking and pulling and tugging. He bit down, a little too hard, and I cried out. He looked up at me and grinned, no remorse.

I moved my hands to his hair, finally, and held his head to my chest, pulling his hair in concert with his teeth on me. I would pull a little too hard and he would growl. He would bite a little too hard, and I would let him know. It was a beautiful, delicious dance.

His hands moved down the sides of my body to my hips, where they lingered briefly before sliding between my legs. He stroked me softly with one hand, the other slipping around behind me, grabbing my ass.

"Here's what we're gonna do," he said in that deep, throaty voice, the fingers of both hands pressing and squeezing in concert. "First, I'm going to make you come, just like this, with my fingers." He squeezed my clit between two fingers then, just to illustrate his point. I thrust my hips towards him and cried out, loudly.

He grinned.

"Then, you're gonna fuck me, right here on this couch until I come." He did multiple things simultaneously then, and I didn't know if he was trying to make me come right then, or just make another point. He slid a finger inside me, pressing his thumb against my clit, he squeezed my ass - hard, and he brought his mouth back to my nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth, then nipping just enough with his teeth. The combination was too much, and my entire body flinched.

"Fuck!" I cried. "Jesus, Edward, that -"

"Then," he interrupted. "We move on to the next item on the list, which, I believe, is that gigantic chair right there. " He gestured to the chair next to us with his head. "That should be interesting," he chuckled. "I have ideas already. Do you, Bella?"

He was working his fingers between my legs aggressively now, so I assumed that part one of his task had begun, and I went with it.

"Yes," I moaned. "Oh God, yes."

"You do?" he asked innocently. "Tell me what you want me to do to you on that chair," he ordered. "Tell me while I make you come."

Jesus, he was fucking me with two fingers while his other finger rubbed on my clit, and I was so close already. But I looked at the chair, and started to think about what I wanted him to do.

"The chair," I gasped. "I want..."

He lightened his touch while I paused, letting me know that he wouldn't let me come unless I was talking, so I began again.

"I want you to," I said as he resumed, and I groaned. "To... to bend me over the back of it, and..."

"And?" he asked, hesitating.

"And... fuck me from behind."

"Keep going, Bella. Tell me everything."

See? I told you. The fluff just keeps on coming. And so does Bella. Bah Da BOOM.

I know its a short one, but I'll post again in the morning. :)

All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. :)