SM owns Twilight... I just like to fuck with the characters... hmm... Edward... *sigh*

CHAPTER 14

-BPOV-

Oh. My. God.

I couldn't help myself, I had to make a move.

I had been waiting patiently to leave the party. At some point I wasn't even listening to the people around me as they chattered on about random shit. I could have cared less. Edward's arms had been wrapped protectively around me for a good part of the evening and the heat and electricity buzzing off of him was consuming me.

When Edward mentioned leaving, it definitely wasn't soon enough.

I knew dad wasn't home and I desperately needed to be with him, alone, preferably naked and straddling him.

I mean, I was technically still a virgin but fuck it, it could change. It's not like I was attached to my v-card that much, I just hadn't been with the right guys. Garrett could have had it but he was thankfully too much a chicken shit to make a move. So now if Edward were to maybe make said move, I'd hit that. I was turning into suck a hormonal teenage boy, it wasn't even funny. Especially with me being a girl.

I needed some sort of release and I desperately hoped that I wouldn't have to reach into the spank bank and do it myself.

I'd been doing that way to often lately.

Dad called an electrician last week to get the hot water tank checked out because we keep running out of hot water. Hmm...weird.

We drove the short distance from Mike's house to mine. Edward seemed a little hesitant about the whole thing. I was making it too obvious that I wanted this, but I didn't care much.

After getting him alone in my living room, I was a bit shy and nervous. But decided to take the bull by the horn. Figuratively of course. I popped one of my favourite movies into the DVD player and got us some drinks from the kitchen. We sat together on the couch almost too close to each other, I needed to have my hands on him in some way. So in one swift move, and I don't know how I managed this, twice with him for that matter, I straddled his thighs and kissed him.

I needed to feel him in any way I could without pushing any boundaries I knew I wasn't really quite ready for. We kissed passionately and he felt me up good this time. Taking the initiative, well, with a little bit of convincing, he removed my shirt and eventually touched my breasts, skin to skin. The feel of his tongue on my bare nipple combined with the fabric of my jeans rubbing against my clit as I gyrated myself on his hard member was enough to send me over the edge. I shamelessly cried out his name when I came and noticed his grunts and movements slow down a short time after while he also called out my name in a grunt. Oh god, the dry humping has got to lead somewhere better at some point but either way, that shit was good.

No, better than good.

It. Was. Amazing.

The. Best. O. Ever.

We had rounded out a couple of bases and I knew he wouldn't take advantage of me, but I would take as much of an advantage of him as I possibly could. And he'd let me. I'd hope.

For some reason, he seemed to like me almost as much as I liked him. The attraction was undeniable, I felt it with the way he looked at me because it was the same way I looked at him. Not to mention that he seemed to always have that telltale lump in the front of his pants. I even noticed it a couple of times in school last week.

His arms were wrapped gingerly around my waist and his hands rubbed lightly up and down my back as we both were coming down from our orgasms. My face was buried in the crook of his neck and I was breathing him in while trying to get myself under control. He smelled amazing.

I would have stayed like that all night but we needed to get up. He must have been pretty uncomfortable in his underwear.

I giggled internally and gave myself a mental high five for that one. I made him come without even touching him.

Go Bella.

"What are you smiling at"

Shit.

He smirked.

"Ehmm, nothing" I replied, grinning fully this time with my head leaning on his shoulder.

"Oh really, should I kiss it out of you?" he teased and pulled his head back to look at my face. I turned a new shade of pink and pulled my lips into my mouth, trying to keep the giggles away as I looked at him from under my lashes.

"I should get up" I moved to get off of Edward and sat next to him on the sofa. I didn't want to have to point out the obvious, the sticky mess he'd have to deal with was enough without me drawing it out for him.

"Where's the bathroom?" He asked, obviously the look on my face was enough to let him know what I was thinking. I giggled loudly and buried my face in one hand pointing towards the bathroom door with the other.

I felt him get off of the couch and tickle my side and let out a loud sigh as he walked in front of me to go to the washroom.

I had to admit, I felt bad for him, I'd have to remember to use my hands next time, or my mouth. Oh, I could use my mouth. Would Edward like that. Wait, what. Do guys refuse blow jobs. Shit, now I'm horny. Well, not that I wasn't anymore.

Oh hell!

Whenever Edward was in the same room it was like never ending foreplay, and he didn't even have to touch me. No guy had ever made me come before. Ever. I usually did it myself, I mean, I had touched and tasted other guys but it always felt weird and uncoordinated. Making them come just felt odd, lord knows they never put too much effort in returning the favour. But tonight for some reason, I came, and I wasn't alone, and it was awesome.

We'd have to do that again, definitely. Maybe later.

I got up and put the movie away I then turned off the television and DVD player. I took the empty cans to the kitchen where Edward joined me when he came out of the washroom.

I hugged him close to me and enjoyed feeling his muscles flex under his shirt when he picked me up to kiss my cheek and put me back down.

"Please stay with me tonight" I asked and looked up to see his face. I needed him to stay, I couldn't imagine being away from him. I felt so desperate for his company.

I was such a whore for him, in a good way, I guess.

He looked down at my face like he was searching for something, but whatever it was he didn't find it because he said he would.

I took his hand in mine and lead him up the stairs to my bedroom. I paused at my door and looked up at him, trying to find any apprehension, but saw none.

His face looked... peaceful.

I opened my bedroom door and pulled him inside flipping on the light switch as we walked in. A slight blush washed over me when I noticed how messy I had left it. There were clothes haphazardly strewn all over the place from trying on different outfits earlier this afternoon for our date this evening. I told him I was sorry about the mess, he smiled and reminded me of his bedroom which I had seen in a lot worst condition than mine.

We laughed a bit as we recounted some of the things that had found themselves in his room over the years, making me relax about what we were doing, or going to do.

Were we going to do stuff. Wait, what was I doing?

I finally gathered myself together long enough to finish picking the clothes off of the floor and put them on my desk chair. I then picked out a shirt and striped flannel pants and excused myself to the bathroom to change into them. I told him to get comfortable before opening the door and walking down the hall.

It then dawned on me, what did that mean. Really, I mean getting comfortable, would he sleep naked. Would he be in boxers.

Oh god, his boxers... cum... shit.

Edward didn't mention anything, probably trying not to make me uncomfortable, it's not like we discussed that stuff, I mean, I blush at the thought, I can't imagine what colour I'd turn if we talked about it. Although we did need to talk about it. Maybe. At some point. Right?

When I walked by dad's room, I went into his dresser and picked out a pair of plaid flannel pants for Edward. I knew dad wouldn't miss them since I did the laundry and knew I could wash them and put them away without him even knowing they were gone.

I walked back to my room where Edward seemed surprised to see me still dressed, until I offered him dad's pants and smiled as I left the room and headed for the bathroom. I washed up, changed and brushed my teeth.

Looking at myself in the mirror before heading back to see Edward, I couldn't help but wonder what he saw in me. But then again, it wasn't like I wasn't pretty, I mean, I guess I was. Whatever, he wanted me and I wanted him. With that last piece of inspiration, I found the courage to head back to my room.

I gasped when I opened the door and took in the sight before me.

Edward had his bare back to me, his muscles flexed slightly with every breath he took, my own breathing hitched slightly at the sight. My eyes travelled lower and I noticed the pants I had loaned him were hanging low on his hip bones and I could almost see the top of his ass. His creamy white skin had a glow to it in the dim light of my bedroom. He was truly a beautiful specimen standing there in my bedroom, waiting for me.

I chewed relentlessly on my bottom lip and let out a low groan at the sight, startling him into turning around to face me.

He smiled and walked over to where I was standing and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek, took my hand into his and lead me to the bed. I looked down to where our hand met and smiled. They looked like they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, like our lips, they moulded themselves against each other and I knew there could never be anybody else that could fill Edward's spot. I could only hope he felt as connected to me as I did to him.

I pulled the covers off of my bed with the hand that wasn't holding onto Edward's and sat on it, patting the spot besides me, motioning for him to join me.

Much like we had done last week, we settled into the blankets and fell into a comfortable sleep.

I didn't have nightmares that night, only dreams.

Dreams filled with sweet nothings whispered in a low voice tickling my ears and making my insides quiver. Edward's face giving me that panty dropping grin when he pulled back from my ear to see my face flush at whatever it was he whispered. Of course, because this was a dream, I had no idea what Edward had said.

I stirred and woke up feeling hyper aware of the warm body lying beside me. I stared at my alarm clock, dreading the time. Who wakes up at 6:46 on Sunday morning?

The rare sunlight peeking through the window illuminated the room just enough for me to be able to make out the form lying besides me.

Edward's face looked peaceful, his lips slightly parted as he breathed in and out and as if it could be possible, the hair on his head seemed to have taken a whole other life and had decided to make itself even wilder than usual.

Just like last Sunday, waking up to Edward lying next to me felt comfortably amazing. Living at home really sucked since I knew we couldn't do this very often.

I laid on my side next to him perched on my elbow while Edward stirred a bit as I traced light fingers around the edges of his jaw, feeling the stubble that had grown overnight. His eyes opened and immediately found mine, making us both smile.

"Hi" I whispered, still smiling like an idiot.

"Hi" He replied, while taking his hand, bringing it into my hair and pulling my face closer to his and kissing me on the lips.

Our mouths moulded themselves against each other as I traced my tongue lightly over his bottom lip deepening the kiss. I moaned like the whore I was becoming as our kiss grew frantic and needy.

My hand that had been touching his face had a mind of its own all of a sudden and started stroking his chest lightly. I enjoyed the feeling the flexing sinewy muscles and the soft light hairs on his chest.

His nipples were hard under my palm and I pinched them lightly between my thumb and forefinger making Edward moan into my mouth.

I then let my hand explore his ripped abs, taking note as to how many I could count. Eight. Hmm.

I kept running my hand lower and lower, until I reached the waistband of his PJ's. When I hooked my thumb under the soft fabric, Edward broke our kiss and twisted his hips away from me, making my hand fall to his side and my face form a severe pout.

Did I move too fast? Did he not like to be touched? Wait, don't guys like to be touched? I had so many questions but was speechless.

I shook my head, knitted my eyebrows together and looked into his eyes waiting for him to answer my silent questions.

"I'm sorry... it's just, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do" he finally spoke in a serious tone while rubbing my upper arm delicately with his and twisting his hips to their original position.

My face relaxed and I smiled coyly at him as I replied in a low voice "But what if I want to do some... things?"

I could see the lust in Edward's eyes as he took in my words. He leaned in towards me and we started kissing again, picking up where we had left off. My hands made quick work at going back to his pants where I found my courage and snaked my hand under the elastic band and over the soft skin of his dick.

My God he was huge. Not that I didn't know, I mean, I had seen him naked, but still, to touch it, erect at that, was a completely surreal experience. Part of me wanted to take it out and look at it, just to make sure it was real.

I stroked his length as he moaned into my mouth and moved the hand that was on my arm down to cup my cotton covered breast. I wanted more.

I pulled back from him, taking my hand out of his pants and sitting up on the bed. I then reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. I bit my bottom lip as I looked to him for a response. Edward moaned at the sight of my bare breasts and reached to grasp my hips and pulling me on top of him so I'd be straddling his hips.

This whole straddling thing was getting to be a regular occurrence for us, but who was I to argue really.

I could feel his rock hard cock against my pussy through the thin layers of our sleepwear. I moaned at the contact and swivelled my hips slightly, in turn making him groan a loud 'fuck'.

We kept eye contact with each other, taking in the others reaction to every touch. It was truly intimate, just between the two of us.

He brought his hands to cup my bare breasts, making me groan and my breath hitch even more. His thumbs ran small circles around my hardened peaks as I moaned his name and brought my hands to rest on his stomach on either side of his happy trail.

I shimmied my butt back a bit and pulled his pants down with me as he watched and waited to see what I was up to. When I could see his dick peeking up at me I smiled and looked up to his face for a reaction.

Oh and there was a reaction. The anticipation was palpable in his features, he had no clue as to what he was in for.

Dirty Bella was out to play.

I reached into his pants and sprung the rest of his cock free from their hold. I smiled and licked my lips at the sight before me as I slid myself back to straddle his legs.

I brought myself forward a bit and swirled my tongue around the tip of his dick, making him groan a loud 'fuckmejesus'.

I smiled, taking that as a good sign to keep going.

I then took as much of him in my mouth as I could and gripped the rest of the shaft with my hand, moving both up and down in a fluid motion. I sucked and swirled my tongue around the head whilst lightly scraping the side of the shaft with my teeth and keeping my rhythm. I could feel his dick pulse and twitch and knew it wouldn't take him long to get his release.

He sat up slightly, holding himself up with one hand and bringing the other one to pinch and roll my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned at the sensation, making him buck his hips and breathlessly groan "Bella... I'm gonna..."

I groaned again and swatted his hand away when he tried to pull me off of him. If I was going to suck him off, I was going to do it thoroughly.

With a last groan and an 'ohmyfuckingjesusgod Bella', I felt his dick twitch in my mouth and his body still as he came. I swallowed every drop of what he gave me, making sure to give it one last swirl of my tongue as I sucked all the way up and sat back on his legs, smirking at him and licking my lips.

"Where the hell..." He let it trail off in a huff as he let himself drop back into the mattress with a relaxed smile on his face. I giggled at his reaction. I wasn't going to tell him about my brief past right now, but I had to admit, yet again, Cosmo might be a damn good investment.

"I take it that was OK?" I asked, knowingly. I looked at the clock and noticed it only took 3 minutes. A personal record. Go Dirty Bella.

"Jesus Bella... what the... holy fuck..." He kept going on incoherently and rubbing his face with the palms of his hands while I just giggled to myself. His reaction made my day start out pretty well.

The dreams I had last night spurred me on this morning. Now I was hornier than fuck, sitting in front of this beautiful half naked man, topless, nipples erect and very wet.

I moved myself up his body and leaned over his face to kiss him. His hands went straight to my back and he pulled me closer to his chest, making me lie on top of him bare chest to bare chest. I felt his heart beat against mine underneath our warm skin, this was pure heaven.

Edward managed to flip us over so that he'd be on top of me without breaking our kiss. He held his full weight off of me by propping himself up on his elbows. I moaned at the sensation of his naked hardness against my centre.

Yes, he was hard, again. Oh God.

I shifted my hips to get the friction I needed against his cock just as he broke our kiss and started nibbling and kissing the side of my neck just under my ear. I threw my head back to give him access as I moaned his name and desperately tried to get my breathing under control.

He brought one of his hands to cup my breast and rub my nipple while kissing his way down to swirl his tongue around the other pebbled peak. The sensation making my entire body tingle and warm. I groaned and gasped and let out some pretty whorish moans while my body writhed underneath his.

God he was going to make me come just by playing with my tits. This boy had skills, he could do anything to my body, the slightest touch made me wet and ready, just for him.

I never wanted to be away from Edward, I realized that the feelings I had for him went past love, nobody else would ever make me feel like he did.