A/N: Thank you to my betas Clarisa and keepingupwiththekids.

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

ChApTeR FoUrTeEn

Song for this Chapter: Imogen Heap~Hide and Seek

EPOV

The next morning dawned with a dreary, grey sky. The sun peeked through randomly, providing bright spots in the room while I tried to figure out what I was feeling for Bella. I concentrated on the steady rise and fall of her chest, the movements keeping me glued to the bed.

Events from the previous day and night came back in a vivid rush. The thing that stood out the most was the fact that I pretty much admitted to having feelings for her. I didn't want to fuck it up and I wanted to wait until we were emotionally stable. What I really meant was that I wanted to wait until she was emotionally stable, but I wasn't going to say that aloud. Tanya did a number on my mental abilities and I wasn't quite ready to jump back into a serious relationship, but emotionally I wasn't stilted.

Are you ever going to be ready to jump into a serious relationship? You better think long and hard about this, man...long and...hard...soft...wet...thrust...fuc-

My feelings were conflicted this morning. The pull I felt towards Bella was undeniable and my body craved her touch. The week I spent trying to stay away from her was proof that I needed her near me. One thing I hadn't thought of since the day we met in that dusty town was the fact that I dreamt about her. She was in my dream and unattainable. I couldn't get to her or help her. She was in a box and I wasn't granted entrance. I didn't feel like I wasn't allowed in now. I was sure I possessed an all-access pass with roadie credentials and everything.

Did you turn into a girl while you slept? Hike up that skirt and let's get this show on the road...fucktard.

"Morning," Bella rasped out quietly. Her voice was still thick with sleep and as I turned my attention to her face, her beauty took me aback. How could this girl flip that switch inside of me with just one word? She was beautiful beyond words and I wanted her to be mine. That fact aside, today was her ex-husband's funeral, and she needed support. I told her father I would be here to support her. It was time to man up and provide the perpetual shoulder to cry on no matter what happened. I had no idea what to expect from her today, but I'm sure her response would surprise me.

"Morning," I smiled and brushed the tangles of knotted hair from her forehead.

"Have you been up long?" She furrowed her brow in question and her eyes filled with concern. I was sure she was worried she had somehow kept me up or woke me up early.

"No, not long at all. I was just thinking about what's in store for us today."

She groaned and closed her eyes. "I have to finish the collage before I do anything."

"I think you are allowed to have breakfast or at least coffee before you finish. I won't call the collage police on you." I snickered as she grinned.

"Breakfast and coffee would be nice."

"I'll throw some clothes on and go downstairs to see what they have for their continental breakfast," I offered as she sat up in the bed.

"Sounds like a plan," she nodded before turning the television on and flipping to a local station for the news. I got up from the bed and threw my jeans on from yesterday along with a black t-shirt and my Docs. I stopped in the bathroom to brush my teeth before heading downstairs.

I made it to the lobby and gathered several muffins, bagels, cereal, cartons of milk, orange juice and coffee. I arranged everything on a tray and grabbed napkins, plastic cutlery and condiments before making my way back up to our room.

I walked in and found Bella sprawled out on her stomach on the bed arranging pictures. When she sorted through the pictures last night, things turned emotional quickly, but she reined herself in just as fast. I wasn't sure if she was masking herself for my benefit or if she was just trying to move on from her past. I didn't ask and figured she would explain if she wanted. I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering up and down the creamy expanse of her smooth legs. It was like they were laid out and on display just for me.

"That was fast," she commented as her eyes drifted from the pictures up to my face.

I shrugged my shoulders and set the tray down on top of the dresser across the room from the bed. "There wasn't anyone down there."

She nodded before getting up and retrieving some coffee and a bagel. She moaned in pleasure as she sipped the coffee. "This is so good." I nodded as I took a sip of my coffee and picked at a muffin.

"So I'm going to finish this collage and then I thought I'd show you around Forks." She looked to me for confirmation.

"Sounds like a plan," I stated as she spread some cream cheese on her bagel and took it back to the bed to finish sorting pictures. I joined her and turned my attention to the news as I finished breakfast. I got lost in a story about the local Indian tribe. Apparently they were fighting with the state of Washington because the governor wanted them to collect sales taxes from any non-native American that shopped on the reservation. I didn't realize how much time had passed until Bella called my name.

"Huh?"

"I asked if you wanted to get in the shower first." She giggled and smiled at my dumbfounded expression.

"Oh, yeah, sure," I replied as I rose from the bed and gathered my suit for the funeral. We had a couple of hours to kill, but I was pretty sure Bella wouldn't want to come back to the hotel before the service. I washed and shaved methodically and with one last lame attempt at taming my hair I sighed and left the bathroom.

"You clean up nice," Bella chuckled and grinned as she entered the bathroom and shut the door. I took a deep breath and headed onto the balcony for a smoke while I waited for Bella. The air was thick with moisture, but it wasn't raining. The sun could be seen through the thin veil of clouds blanketing the sky. Bella appeared outside a short while later and I had to work to not audibly gasp at her appearance. Her body sliced through the mist as she walked with assured steps towards me. The black dress that covered her skin was absolutely stunning. It fell a few inches above her knees and hugged her hips just right. The top came down in a deep v between her breasts with a red ribbon tied into a simple bow right where her cleavage peaked through.

I ran a hand through my hair as I cleared my throat in a weak attempt to distract myself. "You look gorgeous," I said softly as I finally peered into her eyes. Her makeup was flawless with a dark smoky shadow pressed into the creases of her eyes. Her lips shimmered with a layer of gloss and her hair...ung. It was on top of her head in a beautiful curled mess.

It's official...you can now turn your balls in to the nearest sperm bank. You won't be needing them anymore since you are a woman.

"Thank you," she replied just as quietly. "Are you ready? We can get lunch at the truck stop diner I used to work at after I show you around." I nodded and followed behind her as she slipped some strappy heels on and grabbed her purse. We made our way to the car and she pointed me out of the parking lot towards the north end of Forks.

She took me past her high school, the police station where Charlie used to work, the main shopping center, and then finally the truck stop diner.

"This is an incredibly small town," she muttered as we walked into the diner.

"It is, but at least it's not Redneck, USAright?" I raised my eyebrows in question and she nodded her head in agreement with a small smile playing at her lips. "So there are two diners in Forks?"

"Yes, one near the highway which is why they call it the truck stop diner and then the one right in town where we ate yesterday. I used to work here during my junior and part of my senior year of high school before I started working at the sporting goods store," she said quietly as we seated ourselves in a booth by the front window.

"Why didn't you go to college right away?" The words tumbled from my mouth before I could stop them.

"Jacob didn't want me to." She looked down at the tabletop and sighed deeply. "I was so stupid," she mumbled.

"You weren't stupid, Bella, you were in love. Or what you thought was love. We all make mistakes. That chapter of your life is over. Look to the future, baby doll. You've got so many options." I smiled reassuringly as she lifted her head to meet my gaze.

"Afternoon, folks; what can I get you to drink?" an older woman with slightly graying hair asked as she fidgeted with her notepad.

"I'll have a diet Coke," Bella said quietly.

"Iced tea, please." I smiled warmly at the waitress and she grinned back before leaving the table to get our drinks.

"Bella?" a man's voice called from across the restaurant. I looked to the source and found myself staring at a very large, overly muscled man. His black hair was a greasy mess and his blue eyes smiled at Bella even though his mouth was fixed into a tight line.

"Hi, Matt," Bella replied with a slight grimace before smiling.

"How are you, darling?"

"I'm doing okay. How are you doing?" She looked up at him and offered him a small smile.

"Eh...I've been better. You in town for the funeral?" He finally broke his gaze from her and looked towards me. His eyes narrowed as he glared down at me. My instinct was to stand up so I could be closer to his level, but I kept myself firmly planted in the seat.

"Yeah," Bella started quietly. "Matt, this is Edward," she said as she pointed towards me. "He came with me for moral support. He's Emmett's cousin," she offered softly. "Edward, this is Matt, we went to high school together. His dad owns the diner." She nodded at me and rolled her eyes slightly.

"Nice to meet you, Matt," I said politely and held out my hand. His eyes narrowed to slits as he stared at my hand. I didn't know who the fuck this guy thought he was, but I wasn't above throwing down in the middle of this shitty establishment if he didn't cut out the glaring.

"Yeah, whatever," he replied brilliantly as he snorted at my hand and turned his attention back to Bella, slightly turning his back to me. "Actually, my dad gave the diner to me. I'm running it now." He actually looked proud at his admission. His chest puffed out and I held back a chuckle as Bella's eyes widened slightly.

"That's great, Matt." She nodded and shifted her eyes to mine briefly.

"How long you in town? Maybe we could get some drinks and catch up?" His voice sounded hopeful and I wondered if Bella would agree to meet him.

"Actually I'm only here for a couple of days and I've got a lot to get done. I'll be back soon though so I'll catch you next time?" Bella arched an eyebrow silently asking for agreement from him.

"Sure, sure," he replied. "Well what can I get you to eat? You want the club sandwich or the turkey burger?"

"I'll have the club sandwich, please," she said with a quick nod. "Edward?" she asked as the buffoon turned his attention to me finally. He rolled his eyes and huffed as he waited for me to give him my order.

"I'll have the bacon cheeseburger and some fries."

"Coming right up," Matt said as he turned and left the table. The waitress shuffled over quickly and set our drinks down.

"Sorry about that," Bella whispered as she leaned in towards me. "I was afraid there would be more of a confrontation. He asked me on countless dates in high school before I started going out with Jake. He was relentless. It was pretty disgusting and sad. I turned him down every single time. It's terrible to say this, but he was probably pretty excited when Jake died."

"That's terrible," I started as I leaned in further towards her. "I hope he wasn't excited."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Please," she said. "He was so excited. I guarantee it."

The rest of the meal passed by without incident and we were soon headed to the funeral home to set up for the service. I stood in the back quietly after Bella rearranged the flowers half a dozen times. The collages were another story. She moved them so many times I gave up after the fifth time of rearranging the easel. The casket was closed and I was thankful for that. I didn't think I had a strong enough will to not feel guilty for feeling the way I did about Bella. It was his funeral, for Christ's sakes. I should be able to tone down what I was feeling, but watching her wander around the room rearranging things had me so worked up and not in the best way. Her personality completely changed and she quickly switched into 'housewife' mode. The way she stopped and fixed petals and stems so they were just right led me to believe she was grieving in her own way and silently saying goodbye to this old life where she was basically Jacob's caretaker. If he wasn't dead, I would have found him in this instant and strangled him with my own bare hands for the way she was acting. It wasn't her and just the fact that the switch was flipped so easily angered me tremendously.

I watched as people filtered in and out of the parlor to pay their respects. Bella lost it a few times as several dark skinned individuals walked up to her to offer their condolences. The tears streamed silently down her face as Jacob's dad stood next to her, nodded, and thanked each person for coming.

The tension in the room increased significantly when a group of younger men entered the parlor. I assumed that they were Jacob's friends. Each one enveloped Bella into a tight hug, but they were quickly on their way after that. The hours slipped by and soon Bella was at my side tugging on my suit jacket sleeve. She pulled me to the car and silently got into the passenger seat.

"I couldn't take it anymore. I told Billy I couldn't come to watch him be buried. I couldn't be in there anymore. I just couldn't do it. I need a fucking drink. Edward, please," she said quickly. Her words were hurried and as our eyes met I was taken aback by the crazed expression lingering in her features. "Please, Edward," she squeaked out as tears started streaming down her cheeks. "Please, can we just go to a bar or something?"

I nodded and took her hand in mine as I started the car. "Just tell me which way to go, baby doll," I said and squeezed her hand gently. She pointed to the left and I turned, heading out of the parking lot. Soon we were in a parking lot of a bar that looked to be falling down around itself.

Bella got out of the car and led me into the bar. I was surprised to hear the thumping music and see the crowd of people milling around since the place seemed like such a hole in the wall. I followed her up to the bar and as soon as she waved a bartender down she ordered two beers and two shots of tequila as well.

"Bella, I'm not doing tequila. I have to drive us back to the hotel," I yelled over the music.

"The hotel is right across the street, Edward," she grinned as she handed me the shot, salt and lime. We did two shots of tequila each before we even sipped our beer. The thumping baseline of Justin Timberlake and Ciara's Love and Sex and Magic blasted through the speakers. Bella squealed and grabbed her beer before swaying to the middle of the dance floor. She was only a few feet from me, but there were people all around so I had to crane my neck to see her properly.

Her hips were grinding into the air seductively as she slowly turned in a circle. She dropped her ass right to the floor before she slowly made her way back up to a standing position. She threw her arms up in the air, still holding her beer, and swayed her hips in a wide circle. My pants grew tight as I watched her move across the dance floor. I was so focused on her I hardly noticed every other male in the bar staring at her erotic motions. The other women dancing moved away from her giving her a wide circle in the middle of the floor. Several men were moving in slowly and the growl that rumbled deep within my chest took me by surprise. I gulped my beer down, removed my jacket and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt to my elbows. I removed my tie, threw it over the back of the bar stool and unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt.

I made my way out onto the dance floor just as Usher's Make Love in this Club started. I grinned and grabbed Bella's hips grinding my erection into her ass. "Fuck," I hissed under my breath as she pushed herself back into me. I looked up and noticed several disappointed faces retreating back to their seats. The couples closed in around us as the lyrics echoed through the room. I lowered my head and softly sang the words into her ear.

You see you searching for somebody that'll take you out and do you right.
Well come here baby and let daddy show you what it feel like.
You know all you gotta do is tell me what you're sipping on? Eh
And I promise that I'ma keep it coming all night looooong.
Looking in your eyes,
While you on the other side, hey
(and I think that shawty I got a thing for you, yeah)
Doing it on purpose, wind it and work it.
I can tell by the way you looking at me girl.

She shivered as my lips traced the shell of her ear. She quickly turned in my arms and smirked. She stood on her tiptoes and said, "You've got quite a nice voice."

I turned on the charm and gave her the best cocky grin I had. I watched her eyes glaze over before I leaned down and placed my lips right against her ear. "You've got some nice moves," I replied as she shivered and ran her hands up my back then around to my shoulders and finally hooked them together behind my neck. Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of my neck as she swayed her hips against me.

The song ended entirely too fast and she dragged me back to the bar. "That made me really thirsty," she grinned. I shook my head and chuckled as she ordered two more shots of tequila.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked as she handed me the saltshaker. She grinned evilly and snickered before she turned towards her shot. I don't know what came over me, but I grabbed her hand and shook my head. "Uh-uh," I said as I turned her to lean back against the bar. I tilted her head back and drew a long line with my tongue up her neck. I could feel the vibrations from her throat as she moaned. I moved back and sprinkled the salt on the wet trail then grabbed a lime and stuck it between her lips before I moved to lick the salt from her neck. I threw my shot back and dove in for her lips. She sat up slightly as I brought my lips to hers and grabbed the lime. I pulled back slightly to suck the lime and grabbed the rind quickly throwing it on the bar before my lips captured hers again.

She sighed and parted her lips allowing me entrance to her mouth. I swept my tongue across her lips gently. Bella had other plans as she grabbed my head and threaded her fingers through my hair. She groaned as her fingers tugged on the strands forcefully. I growled and forced my tongue into her mouth, effectively winning the battle of dominance. She broke the kiss and narrowed her eyes at me. "My turn," she said as she pushed me to sit down on the barstool.

She hopped up on my lap straddling me and licked a slow line from my jaw to the hollow beneath my ear then quickly sprinkled the salt on the moist flesh, and followed the same path with her tongue again. I grabbed a lime and held it in between my fingers as she threw her shot back. I held the lime up just out of her reach. She came close enough so that I could capture her lips with mine again, but she growled and pulled back. "Give me that fucking lime, now," she demanded.

"Fuck, Bella," I groaned as she grabbed the lime from my hand and put it in her mouth. My resolve was quickly fading as the demanding words came out of her mouth. If things kept going like this, I was going to be royally fucked. She sucked the lime and threw it on the bar before hopping down from my lap leaving my straining erection on display for public view. I stood quickly and discreetly readjusted myself.

She gave a little scream as Kid Rock's So Hott came blaring through the speakers. She hurried to the dance floor, dragging me behind her. The slow grin spread across my face as she mouthed the words to me while gyrating her hips and running her hands all over her body. I was so hypnotized that I was cemented to my spot on the dance floor. She threw her head forward and back quickly causing some of her hair to cascade out of the pile she had on her head. She bit her lip and looked up at me through her lashes.

My already straining erection felt like it was turning into a titanium rod as she knelt down on the floor at my feet and whipped her head around. She looked like one of those models in a Whitesnake video that thrash wildly. It was delectable to watch and I was sure I would be wiping a pile of drool from my shirt when she was done. She ran her hands up my legs and hooked her fingers through my belt loops using them to steady herself as she dragged her body up mine slowly. The thought of imploding actually sounded enjoyable at this moment. In that moment I knew that if Bella and I didn't have sex, like right now, I might possibly never be able to come out of the shower for the entire rest of the trip. Fuck being friends. I needed this girl, yesterday.

I actually fucking whimpered when the song was over and she dragged me back to the bar again. This time her step was faltered slightly as the effects of the alcohol obviously washed over her. I was starting to feel it slightly, but I was sure it would take a lot more for me to get drunk than her. She couldn't weigh more than one hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. She hopped up on the barstool and ordered two more beers with a slight slur and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to throw her over my shoulder and take off to the hotel room. I had a feeling I was in for a long night.

BPOV

I was done with this, done with everything in this town, done with memories of Jacob, done with Forks, Washington. I stopped feeling guilty for being upset that Jacob took my choice away from me. Being back here in this rainy town made my choice for me. I wasn't coming back here. I never intended on it, but the thought of having to start my life over again and moving onto the things that I actually wanted to do scared the shit out of me. I had no idea why, but I was scared nonetheless.

Edward was such a powerful force with a magnetic pull that I was having an incredibly hard time resisting. He was sex on legs and the hardest part of resisting him was his caring nature. I could tell he tried to hide it, but it came out in full force when I was being threatened. He admitted his feelings for me, which was amazing in itself, but the fact that he didn't want to fuck it up because of our past relationships was just swoon-worthy. He was amazing and he looked fucking edible in that suit.

Feeling his control slip as he ground his erection into my ass on the dance floor was one of the best things I had ever experienced. Feeling his tongue drag across the flesh of my neck had my lady parts quivering for a release. I couldn't resist throwing my head around like an 80's video vamp when So Hott came on. It was the perfect song. Unfortunately thrashing my head had the room spinning thanks to the sweet tequila running through my veins. I dragged him to the bar and ordered two more beers. I glanced at Edward out of the corner of my eye and found him staring holes into my head. I took a long pull from my beer as the room finally settled and turned my attention to him with a sweet smile on my face.

"Do you work for the devil, baby doll?" he whispered seductively into my ear.

"Why ever would you ask that, Mr. Cullen?" I batted my eyelashes and gave him a lazy grin. He growled as his lips descended upon my neck again. His lips left a fiery trail on my flesh as he made his way up to my ear.

"I ask that question, Isabella, because you are killing me. My resolve is fading, rather quickly I might add, and I don't know how long I can hold out with you teasing me as you are." He nipped my ear lobe with his teeth before continuing. "You are pure sin, lust in its rawest form."

A shiver trickled down my spine as his words floated through the air around us. I smiled shyly as Josh Gracin's Stay with Me blared through the speakers. Leave it to a small town bar to play such a variety of music. Edward slipped his hand in mind and led me to the dance floor with assured steps. He spun me out and pulled me back, crashing me into his body. Our bodies swayed effortlessly as he led us around the dance floor like a professional. My knees buckled when he started singing the lyrics for the second time that night.

Baby, the clock on the wall is lying
It's not really that late
It's too cold outside to be walking around
the streets of this town
Anywhere if you think you have to be can wait
(Baby) Why don't you stay with me
Share all your secrets tonight
We can make believe the morning sun never will rise
Come and lay your head on this big brass bed
And we'll be alright as long as you stay with me, yeah

I melted into his touch as his left hand caressed my lower back, the words of the song flowing from his mouth so freely as his green eyes pierced right through to my heart.

Baby, there's just no use in hiding
The way that I am feeling right now
With you standing there baby I swear I can't help but stare
Girl you're wearing me out, wearing me out

He smirked as the last line left his lips. The chorus repeated again and Edward licked his lips as he dropped his head to mine. "So fucking hot, Bella," he whispered against my lips. Our tongues battled for dominance and before I knew it we stopped dancing. The music in the background was much more upbeat as I felt the heat from pulsing bodies close in around us.

"Take me home," I said as I broke the kiss and leaned further into him.

"As you wish," he nodded and led me to the bar for our things, then out the front door towards the hotel. We rode the elevator in silence and as the doors opened, I threw myself into his arms, which caused him to chuckle and me to stumble. "Let's try to get into the room first, shall we?" I giggled and took off in a sprint down the hall towards the last door on the right. "Don't fall," he called after me. I reached the door, took off my shoes and waited not so patiently for him to saunter down the hall with the key card. "In a hurry?" He raised an eyebrow in a curious fashion.

"I have to pee," I twisted my face and he laughed loudly.

"By all means then," he said as the light on the lock turned green. I pushed the door open and flew into the bathroom. Finally satisfied that I had relieved myself I exited the bathroom to find Edward standing on the balcony smoking. I threw my shoes onto the floor by my suitcase and set my purse down on top of the dresser before I made my way out to him. I ran my finger up his arm until I reached the bunched fabric of his sleeves resting at his elbow. He turned and held the cigarette out to me. I looked up at him through my lashes and pressed my lips to his fingers to take a drag.

"Are you hungry?" I asked quietly.

He shook his head and took my hand to lead me back inside. "I'm not the least bit hungry, Isabella." He said my name so softly I had to strain to hear him. He flipped open my laptop, powered it up and clicked on a play list titled Sensual. I smiled to myself as I realized the slow, seductive songs that were on this list. He grabbed my hands, pulled them into place on his shoulders before he grabbed my hips, and started swaying us slowly. I hooked my hands together behind his neck and let him lead me around the room. He kicked off his shoes in the process and pulled his shirt from his pants leading me to think of his delicious muscled torso. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come.

I reached up and crashed my lips to his. He responded immediately, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and biting it gently. His hands ran from my waist and around to cup my ass and lift me in the air. I locked my ankles together behind his back and squeezed as hard as I could, trying to get some sort of friction. The bundle of nerves nestled between my folds was burning with an aching desire. It had been months since I'd had any type of release. I had a hard time forcing my own hand and I couldn't bring myself to fuck Jake. My heart just wasn't in it at the end.

Edward's lips drifted from mine down my neck to the bones at my collar. He licked and kissed the delicate skin at the hollow beneath my throat causing a moan to bubble up from somewhere deep within me. "Fuck, Edward," I whispered as he lay me down on the bed. He moved his lips from my throat across to my shoulder, successfully pulling the strap of my dress down and kissing every inch of exposed skin he could reach.

"You taste so damn good," he said softly against my skin. "Like nothing I've ever tasted, Bella," he said more forcefully as he sat up to look me in the eyes. "I can tell you now that I'm already addicted. I already can't get enough and I've only had a little taste. If we do this, I don't know if I can remain detached or moot about this situation we are in. Are you prepared for that?"

"Please, Edward, just fuck me. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want you to pound me into this mattress. I want you to slam the bed into the wall. I can't take it anymore and I'm tired of resisting." My eyes rolled back in my head as my back arched off the bed, my body looking for some kind of contact.

"Shit, you are so beautiful. I don't think you realize the effect you have on me," he muttered as he hovered above me. I opened my eyes and stared up at him, trying to convey the urgency I was feeling.

"Please," I begged. That flipped the switch; he was off the bed in a flash, stripping himself of clothing. I sat up on my elbows watching him flail around trying to get his pants off. I laughed and he growled before pouncing and attacking me. He pulled the straps of my dress down while his lips met mine and searched for the zipper. I guided his hand to the side and he yanked the teeth of the zipper apart with force before tugging the dress off my body. I couldn't wear a bra with the dress so I lay before him in nothing but very tiny, black, lacy panties.

"Mmmmm..." he groaned as he ripped the panties down my legs. I placed my feet flat on the bed and lifted my hips. Before I could think twice Edward was on me, his hands exploring all the untouched flesh, making circuits from my nipples to the soft flesh of my breast and down to my overheated core. I could feel the alcohol pumping through my system slowing my reactions, but increasing my pleasure. The electrical impulses flowing through my body were erotic and welcome as my back arched and I thrashed around wildly while Edward's expert fingers played my clit like a fine tuned instrument.

"EDWARD," I screamed as the light burst behind my eyelids and my whole body tensed. His fingers slowed their pumping action, but still continued, softly bringing me down from possibly the best orgasm I'd ever had.

"You will be screaming louder than that when my cock makes you come," Edward growled as his latex sheathed hardness entered my awaiting center. I moaned and threw my hands out to the sides to fist the sheets. My back came off the bed as he started moving. The sensations were almost unbearable, but in such a delicious way. "Shit, you are so tight, baby doll."

"God, Edward...so...fucking...," I couldn't finish as words were getting increasingly hard to form. I looked up at him and bit my lip shyly. He grinned that sexy-as-hell crooked smirk and dropped his lips to mine. I devoured his mouth willingly as his pace increased. I whimpered and whined as he pounded into me, forcing me back down into the mattress. I cried out as he threw my legs up to rest on his shoulders and hovered directly over me. He looked down upon me with a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes.

"You are so fucking amazing, Bella," he stammered as his thrusts faltered and became jerky. "Come with me, baby doll." His pleading tone and roaming hands had my muscles tightening and with several more strong thrusts the lights flashed behind my eyes again causing him to grunt and whisper my name before he collapsed on top of me. I welcomed the weight, but before he got too comfortable, he slipped out of me and disposed of the condom. He climbed back into bed and I snuggled on his side, falling into a deep, restful sleep.

I think I was in love with Edward Cullen's peen. Ramifications be damned!