When Day Ends and Night Begins

A Twilight Fan Fiction

By Puppetstrings19

Disclaimer:

All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

This story contains underage drug and alcohol use, profanity, discussion of sex and sexually explicit acts. Mature readers only please.

This story is Unbeta'ed! Please forgive the occasional grammatical errors. I'm only human, after all.

Chapter 14: Rendezvous

My Algebra midterm went as well as can be expected without a calculator. It took me double the time necessary to solve each problem and my scrap paper was completely packed with random numbers, but I felt pretty confident once the bell rang ending the exam. I made a mental note to pass by the Student's Store soon to grab a scientific calculator.

Spanish was a whole different story. I didn't spend enough time studying last night, so I was caught dumbfounded by how difficult a few of the Spanish phrases were that I had to translate. I sighed audibly a few times, mentally kicking myself for not taking this midterm seriously. The exam took a lot of guessing on my part and I couldn't help but hope that Edward was doing better than I was.

World History and English went by quickly because all we had to do was take notes or read silently to ourselves. I spent those couple of hours daydreaming about Edward and the time I had spent with him last night in his room. It was the second time we had spent some actual quality time alone together, the first being in his car the night after Emmett's party. In Edward's room, we talked and listen to music and did things that a couple of normal friends would do. Only the atmosphere around us didn't exactly feel like just friendship. I knew that my feelings for Edward were changing, growing. My obsession over his past was transforming into an obsession of his present. I knew there was something going on with him, something that was lingering behind that wall he would put up every time I mentioned his past. I could see him push whatever it was down deep into the depths of his past. But I suddenly didn't feel the need to try and dig it out of him. I had told him the truth; that I had known him once when we were young, and that was enough to quench the thirst. I didn't feel the need to dig into his past because I was suddenly sure that it would come out some time. Edward was talking to me more and he seemed to be interested in getting to know me further. Today, I was suddenly more interested in getting to know who he was today. I guess I was allowing the chips to fall where they may. I knew that eventually he would tell me his story… when he was ready.

Once lunch rolled around I was already pretty tired from the tough morning full of complicated midterms, but I followed Alice into the lunch line anyway.

"How was Spanish?" a smooth voice suddenly whispered into my ear.

I jumped and spun around to face Edward. He chuckled at the expression on my face.

"You scared me," I breathed with my hand on my chest.

"Sorry," he said with a smirk.

"Spanish went alright I guess," I said as I turned to face the front of the line. "What did you think?"

"It was hard. I didn't study enough. There were a few phrases that I didn't understand for shit, so I had to make some stuff up."

I laughed, glancing at him over my shoulder. He gazed back at me with a small smile on his lips. My eyes slid over his face, across his full lips and down his long neck. I could see his pulse thump beneath his chiseled jaw. His body was so mesmerizing; I had to literally force my eyes away from his beauty.

"This is different," I mused as I faced the front of the line again.

Alice was standing in front of me, slowly gathering food onto her tray. I studied the soft texture of an apple to keep my eyes away from Edward.

"What is?" he asked. His voice was a low purr in my ear and unintentionally seductive. I suppressed a moan.

"You standing in a lunch line."

He shrugged. "You were right. A half eaten burger isn't enough to fill me up."

I grabbed a bagel and some water while Edward filled his plate with a burger, fries and a coke. The three of us made our way over to our lunch table and Edward and I sat next to each other. Edward watched me as I prepared my bagel and then I chuckled at the longing in his eyes.

"I think you have a thing for my food," I muttered to him.

"You make everything look good," he said before he took a bite of his burger.

"How is it?" I asked as I took a small bite from my bagel.

"Not as good as when you're eating it," he murmured with a full mouth.

Edward and I spent the rest of lunch talking to Mike about our Biology exam. I even took out my notes and handed them to Mike because it was obvious he hadn't gotten any studying in. When the bell rang, the three of us tossed our trays and made our way towards our Biology class.

"I'm so fucked," Mike groaned under his breath.

Edward and I smiled at each other, secretly happy that we took that hour to study together yesterday.

Our Biology midterm was really easy, but Edward was still able to breeze through it quicker than I could. When I was finally done, I flipped my page over and turned to look at him. He was smiling down at me, obviously very pleased with himself. I spent the last twenty minutes of class making monkey faces at him, which caused us both to chuckle under our breath until Mr. Banner collected our exam sheets and let us go free. Mike stayed a little behind with a few other students who were also struggling to complete the exam.

"That wasn't so hard," I said as we walked out into the cold air.

"Thanks to you," Edward said, giving me another smile.

"I didn't help much. You were basically ready yesterday," I said.

"No, you helped a lot. My notes aren't as good as yours," he argued.

"Yeah, well my brain isn't as quick as yours."

He chuckled and leaned against the brick wall once we reached the gym.

"My Algebra exam was pretty easy today. Thanks for your help," I said.

"Sure," he mumbled.

We stood silently for a moment just looking at each other. When the bell rang, Edward pushed himself away from the wall and then leaned down towards me with his hands still shoved in his pockets. He stood there for a moment, searching my eyes. I didn't move away or even bother to resist him. I wanted him to kiss me. I watched as his lips slowly parted and I could taste the scent of him on the back of my tongue. And then he swiftly ducked down and captured my lips in his. We kissed quickly, allowing our tongues to graze roughly against each other's in a quick rhythmic pattern that felt rushed and sensual. It was a nervous kiss, an eager kiss; but it was still perfect. It didn't last very long, but it was long enough my make my head swim dizzily.

We broke apart with a small wet smack and I watched as Edward's adam's apple bobbed in his throat.

"I'll see you after class," Edward whispered, inches away from my face.

"Ok," I said as I let out a shaky breath.

Edward gave me his beautiful crooked smile before he turned to practically jog towards his next class. I watched as his green messenger bag bounced happily on his hip.

Gym was pretty boring that day. A nurse was there to give us a lecture on safe sex, so we were able to just chill out on the bleachers all period. The sex educational talk was pretty hilarious. The nurse even demonstrated how to use a condom on a pretty modest sized penis, which caused a lot of whoop's and cheers from the guys. I couldn't help but compare Edward's penis to the dildo in the nurse's hand. Edward's junk was much bigger, much longer and much thicker than the one she held. I felt myself blush furiously as I recalled the exact texture, size and color of his dick.

"What are you thinking about?" Alice murmured in my ear.

"Nothing," I said, turning way from her.

She raised her eyebrow knowingly.

"All this talk about dicks and condoms, I know your thinking something naughty," she pushed.

I giggled into my hand and nudged her away from me.

Back in the parking lot, I walked with Alice over to Edward's car. He was standing with Rosalie, Jasper and Tyler. From what I heard, Tyler and Mike were going to go get beer so we were told to wait for him by the road like last time. Edward agreed before he turned towards Jasper.

"Are you going with me or with Emmett?" Edward asked.

"Emmett," Jasper said.

Something shifted between their gaze just before Jasper turned to see me approaching.

"Hey," I said seconds before Alice threw herself into Jasper's arms.

I laughed at them before I moved to stand beside Edward.

Once everyone was in the parking lot, we all shuffled around and went towards separate cars. Edward and I were going to drive to Tyler's house alone because Angela, Emmett and Tyler had all brought separate vehicles.

I climbed into he silver Volvo and buckled myself in.

"Here," I said, handing Edward the Sunshine Underground CD.

"Did you like it?" he asked as he placed the case into the right compartment.

"Yeah, they're good," I said. "I have a few favorites so I'm pretty excited about seeing them live."

We spent the drive smoking cigarettes and talking about what to expect when we saw them in Port Angeles. Edward talked about his favorite songs on the album and other indie bands that reminded him of them. We were the first to arrive at Tyler's house so we sat in the car and talked about random things.

Edward was still interested to know more about me and he kept the questions coming. He asked about what kinds of flowers I liked, which were Daffodil's, and what my favorite color was. He even asked what my favorite gemstone was and I embarrassed myself by blurting out that I loved Jade, though he didn't seem to realize that I was referring to the color of his eyes. He asked about what I missed most from Arizona and what souvenir I held closest to me. I told him it was the necklace my grandmother had given me before she died.

That created a whole new list of questions about my family, my grandmother and my relationship with her. I tried my best to answer his questions as truthfully as I could, but I kept getting distracted by his eyes or by the way his fingers felt against my skin when he would tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.

"What about you?" I asked. "Do you still speak to any of your grandparents?"

"I see Carlisle's parents a lot," he said with a frown. "Their nice and we get a long really well. They live in London actually and they visit from time to time."

"Wow," I murmured. "I didn't know Carlisle was English. He sounds pretty American to me."

"He was born in London, England, but his parents moved him to California when he was like two or something. His parents didn't move back to London until just a few years ago."

"That's cool," I said. "I've never been to London but I've always wanted to go."

Edward nodded, letting the topic drop.

"Did you ever play any instruments growing up or take any art classes?" Edward asked, successfully turning the subject back to me.

I answered his questions until I heard the rumble of Emmett's jeep down the street. Edward and I climbed out of his car and met our friends at the curb.

Tyler showed up a few minutes later and then he told us that his parents wouldn't be home until late tonight because they had some business dinner that they were stuck at. I sighed, happy that I wouldn't have to jump the stupid fence after all.

As a group, we all followed Tyler through his front door and into his house before reaching the back door, which led to his large backyard. His house was similar to Alice's. It was small and modest, but clean, warm and very cozy. Outside in the backyard, I finally got the chance to look around. The last time I had been there, we all had stayed in the woods before reaching the garage. The only time I was actually able to see his backyard was when Edward and I had that cigarette alone in the dark. But today, my eyes were free to roam over every surface. There was a small basketball court with a broken hoop where the basket should be and the cement was uneven and cracked. There was an area of an overgrown lawn, which lead into the woods. It seemed kind of creepy to me, how open and unprotected his backyard was and I momentarily wondered if the Crowley's ever got any visitors from unwanted animals that lurked in the dark.

Once we got to the garage, we all huddled in the darkness of the small room while Tyler searched for the lamp. It took him longer this time, which made everyone giggle as we waited. But I wasn't giggling or even paying attention to those who stood close around me. The only thing I was hyperaware of was Edward when he moved to stand beside me, and the way his hand felt as it brushed against mine. The unexpected electricity that radiated from his body and his close proximity completely stunned me. The sensation reminded me of the way it felt to sit beside him when we had to watch that stupid movie in Biology. It took all of my willpower not to reach out and grasp his long fingers. It almost seemed as if his body was purposefully teasing me, tempting the feral instincts within me to react. I had this crazy impulse to pounce on him and lick his face. Eventually, we heard the click of the lamp in the corner, and the entire garage was suddenly illuminated by a soft warm glow.

I glanced up at Edward and saw that he was watching me. I offered him a sheepish smile, which he returned with a wide grin. His eyes were smoldering even in the dim light and the hunger I felt was mirrored in his eyes. I bit my lip and looked away.

I approached Tyler and took the first canned beer he pulled out of the box. I popped the top and took a long swig, trying my best to avoid Edward's gaze. I didn't know what the hell was going on with me, but my hormones were suddenly going haywire. My heart was set at a steady, but quick rhythm and I could feel a rush of heat in my underwear. I wanted nothing more than to yank Edward into the bathroom and fuck his brains out. And I didn't even know how to fuck his brains out.

I shook my head, equally surprised and annoyed by my wild thoughts. It was totally out of character for me to react this way. I didn't understand the longing I felt in my chest and in my skirt. I wanted Edward in any way that he would have me. The sensation was so confusing and so foreign to me.

"Let's go play some ball," Tyler said to Edward and Mike as he retrieved a football from a nearby crate.

My eyes lingered on Edward while he shrugged doff his blazer before following Tyler and Mike out of the garage. I stood there for a moment, trying to think of an excuse to follow the boys out into the backyard.

"Let's go have a cigarette," Rosalie suddenly said from beside me.

I glanced at her and saw that she was pulling a couple of cigarettes out of the pack of Camel Lights clutched in her small fist.

"Sure," I said, and then I followed her out of the door.

Outside I watched as Edward, Mike and Tyler stood many yards apart while tossing a football back and forth. I watched the way Edward held himself when he threw or caught the ball. His body was glorious and every so often I felt a tingle run up my thighs whenever I caught a glimpse of flesh peak out beneath his shirt.

As Rosalie and I stood, drinking our beers and smoking cigarettes into the cold evening air, there was a few times when I caught Edward watching me. His eyes would flicker to mine as I released a puff of white smoke or took a sip of my beer. It felt good to catch him watching me, but I wanted more. I wanted him to talk to me and kiss me and touch me. I wanted him so bad it was ridiculous.

Time seemed to slip by and the sun was already starting to die.

"Check this out!" Mike suddenly called from the woods. It was a few minutes after he disappeared behind the trees when Edward had thrown the ball too hard.

Mike walked back into the backyard carrying an old beat up skateboard. I watched as Edward and Tyler approached him, arguing over who should use it first. Edward was eventually handed the skateboard and I watched as he stepped onto it before kicking off towards the uneven cement path. He tried to do a kick flip a couple of times, but failed. I pushed off of the garage door and made my way over to Edward, eager to get a closer look.

"You skate?" I asked in a small voice.

Edward glanced up at me, and his liquid green eyes were penetrating.

"I used to," he said as he tried to do a kick flip for the fifth time.

He was light on his feet; I could see it in how high he could jump. He was poised and moved with a kind of grace that reflected his athleticism. I watched as he skated up and down the uneven cement court and tried over and over to land tricks. Some he caught and some he didn't. Sometimes he would fall and every time he landed on his ass, he would roll onto his back and kick his feet into a reverse somersault seconds before releasing a thundering laugh. His laugh was deep; the sound was like the base of bell, which echoed off of the trees around us.

The rest of the evening went by very quickly and soon the rest of the boys came out to play, so Edward remained preoccupied until we were finally ready to head home.

We all walked through Tyler's house and back to the cars. I was eager to say goodbye to everyone so that I could finally be alone with Edward, but was immediately deflated when Alice approached and asked him for a ride home. Apparently Angela was going to go over to Eric's house for a bit so she needed a ride, as did Mike. I groaned quietly to myself when I realized I wouldn't be able to say goodbye to Edward alone.

I climbed into the back seat of the Volvo with Alice while Mike took the front. Edward dropped Mike off first and then me second. When he pulled up to Charlie's house, I had to restrain myself from sucking his lips into my mouth.

"Thanks for the ride," I said. I tried my best to keep the disappointment out of my tone.

"Sure," Edward said. His eyes were gentle, but he seemed to look just as annoyed as I felt.

I wasn't necessarily uncomfortable about kissing him in front of Alice, but at the same time, I liked that whatever it was that was growing between Edward and I was kept discreet. It was kind of personal to me, so I didn't try to kiss him goodbye. Instead I called a soft farewell before climbing out of his Volvo.

Alice followed me out of the car before jumping into the front seat. I gave them a small wave and then walked pathetically towards Charlie's front door.

Edward didn't text me that night.

The end of March and beginning over April came and went. Edward and I hadn't seen each other much over the next few days. We only saw each other at school so we weren't really able to talk or be alone. The only time we actually had some interaction was when we sat together during lunch or when he walked me to Gym after Biology. And he kissed me almost everyday, right outside of the girl's locker room after the first bell rang. Everyday, Edward would walk me to the gym and then he would swoop down and kiss me firmly and eagerly before he said goodbye for the day. But he never used his hands. His hands always stayed deep in his pockets, restricting him from touching me. I didn't really understand what was going on with us, but I didn't push the subject either. We were having fun with each other, but we never really embraced or touched each other too much, especially when we were alone. Sometimes Edward would drape his arm around me, or whisper in my ear in public, but that was as close to affectionate as we would get in front of our friends. I was fine with that, but at the same time I began to wonder if Edward wanted something more.

My feelings for him were steadily increasing and I was longing for his touch. Just one quick kiss before Gym was easily becoming not enough for me. And it added to the fact that he never really touched me when we were alone. It was as if he didn't trust his hands around me or something. But I wanted more. A whole lot more, and I was scared because I didn't really understand what that meant. Edward knew me better now. He knew about my family, about my life in Phoenix, my lack of personal relationships and lack of sexual experiences. He knew enough to not push anything on me, sexually, but I began to wonder if maybe I wanted him to push me. I wanted him to instigate a physical interaction.

By Friday, I was totally and completely sexually frustrated. I hadn't felt his hands on me since Monday after school when we kissed on his bed and so I was desperate for him to touch me, or to anything me. It wasn't until after Biology when he walked me to the gym when he finally used his hands when he kissed me.

I was so stunned by his actions that I wasn't able to respond properly. The moment his hands fisted into my hair when he kissed me, I gasped and clung to his body like a starving child. My reaction was something that neither one of us was prepared for. The force of my body smacking against his caused us to stumble and crash into the brick wall of the gym. I let out a small groan of pain when my shoulder hit the hard surface, but I didn't release my grip on Edward's mouth or his blazer. His fingers tightened in my hair as his tongue slid forcefully into my mouth and after many minutes of moaning and sucking and fingers painfully gripping hair and articles of clothing, we pulled away.

We stared at each other for a moment, gasping for air, until the tardy bell rang. But I didn't move away from him. I didn't even give a shit about being late. Being in Edward's arms after four days of not really touching was like offering a drug addict the finest most potent brand of heroin. I was desperate for a fix, for a taste of Edward on my tongue and against my body.

"Do you want to come over tonight?" he asked in a deep, husky voice.

I racked my brain. I didn't want to have to explain to Charlie that I had been at a boys house, but I would skip up on a night alone with Edward.

"Yes," I breathed in a shaky voice. "Tonight."

"I'll meet you at your house after school," Edward murmured before he leaned down and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.

I moaned softly against him, savoring the way his thumbs felt as the grazed against my jaw and down my neck before he pulled away.

"Let's go right now," I said. My eyes were still closed and my head was swimming deliciously with lust.

"You want to ditch?" Edward asked in a husky voice. He almost sounded concerned.

I opened my eyes and was glad to see that the expression on his face wasn't as convincing as his voice. He looked as desperate as I felt.

"Its healthy to ditch once in a while." I repeated his words back to him.

Edward stared at me for a moment. I could see the battle in his eyes. He wanted to leave with me, but maybe he was felt guilty about letting me ditch? Either way, the lust he felt won over rationality and he kissed roughly a few more times before he gripped my hand and pulled me towards the parking lot.

I followed as closely beside him as possible with my head down. I was so nervous that someone would see us, but I was also desperately eager to be alone with him. When we entered the parking lot, Edward let go of my hand and I practically ran to my truck. I yanked the door opened the door, climbed in and shivered aggressively when my bare thighs hit the leather seat. I didn't wear tights today, only my skirt and yoga shorts. I didn't even have my door closed before I turned the key in the ignition and drove home as quickly as my truck would allow me.

Once I pulled into Charlie's driveway, I jumped out of the truck and moved swiftly towards Edward's Volvo, which sat idling the moment I had put my truck into park. We were quiet as we drove back to his house. We didn't speak or even look at each other, but I didn't really mind. The adrenaline coursing through my body was enough to occupy my thoughts. I was eager and excited to get back to Edward's house, and be alone with him in his room. I didn't know what would happen the moment we got there, but I also knew that I didn't really want to plan anything either. I just wanted to do whatever felt natural to me.

Edward parked in front of his garage and we both climbed out of his car. We were silent all the way up to his house and even as we hastily climbed the staircase to his room. It wasn't until I took my first step into his bedroom that Edward spun me around. His mouth was instantly on mine, hot and wet and eager. His tongue forced its way between my lips just as his hands reached down, grasping my ass firmly in his hands before pulling me up so that I straddled his waist. I felt him move, walking us towards his bed. I took the opportunity to push his beanie off of his head and fist my hands into his thick hair. I could smell his shampoo and the scent drove me wild. He crawled onto his bed with me still in his arms and as he bent over, I slid down his waist onto his lap. A loud whimper crawled its way out of my throat the moment my crotch made contact with his. I could feel his hard erection against me and the sensation was amazing. I jerked my hips against him involuntarily, seeking friction. Edward leaned back on his heels and pulled my hips roughly and purposefully against his hard cock, which cause a deep husky moan to roll of his tongue. From the way I straddled his lap, he forced my crotch to move against him in a way that sent a wave of pleasure through my body.

I pulled my mouth away from his, and gasped for air. My shaky hands moved on their own accord as I tried to force his blazer off of his shoulders and pull the buttons on his shirt open. Edward caught on immediately and yanked his jacket off before pulling his collared shirt, along with his undershirt, over his head. His full, muscular chest glowed Godlike in the dying sunlight that streamed through the opened drapes in his room. He was dazzling, bathed in rays of orange and yellow and gold. I let my shaky fingers flutter softly along his long neck, over his round shoulders and then down his perfect pecks.

His lips, coated with my saliva, glittered like diamonds in the dying light and his eyes glowed an eerie, smoldering green as he gazed back at me.

Edward's hands moved slower now as pulled my blazer open and slid it slowly down my arms. And when his fingers began popping the buttons of my collared shirt open, my heart began to drum even harder in my chest. I felt my body tremble beneath his touch. And when my shirt was finally pulled open, his hands were hot and smooth as he let my shirt slip slowly down my arms. He didn't undress me further than that, but it wasn't enough for me. I wanted his hands on every part of my naked flesh.

I didn't know where this new found bravery came from but I was ready to be with Edward. I wanted his body and I wanted to give him mine.

With trembling hands I reached up behind my back and unfastened my bra. I watched Edward's face as I slowly pulled the thin black fabric away from my body. His eyes took me in hungrily and I watched as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. I glanced down at my bare chest, curious to see what he was seeing. My nipples were hard and stood bright pink, practically glowing in the bit of sunlight that streaked across my bare chest.

Edward right hand slid steadily up my ribcage before his thumb stroked gingerly along the bottom curve of my left breast. My breath hitched and my skin instantly broke out in goose bumps.

Edward's gaze met mine, and I watched as he quickly searched my face. I wasn't sure what he was looking for, but there must have been something in my eyes that caused him to lower his hand.

"What's wrong?" I asked in trembling whisper.

"Bella," he whispered back. His voice was like silk, though it was thick with lust. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready."

"I want to," I said. My voice was a little more forceful than necessary.

Edward gazed at me for a moment before he leaned forward, and kissed me. His kiss was hungry again and his tongue plunged its way into my mouth. I moaned softly when his hands slid behind my back to rub against my shoulder blades before fisting them into my long hair. After winding his long fingers into my thick locks, he pulled my head back and his mouth immediately dipped to suck a path of wet kisses down my neck and collarbone. My mind was in a daze as Edward slowly lowered me onto my back before he continued to run his wet mouth along my flesh. Once I was placed firmly on my back, his hot wet tongue darted out to flick my left nipple. I let out a soft screech before his full lips wrapped themselves around the supple mound. The sensation was nothing I had every felt before. Shivers ran down my spine and a sharp tingling shot through my clit as I knotted my fingers in his hair.

After sucking my other nipple into his mouth, Edward continued his torture by kissing a path down between my breasts, over my ribcage, down my trembling stomach until he sucked hard against my hip. I groaned loudly in pain and pleasure before he released my skin and sat up to pull my boots and knee-high socks off of my feet. As Edward worked, my eyes flickered to my hip where his mouth was moments ago. I could already see a dark purple and red blemish appear beneath the moisture of his saliva on my light skin.

Once my feet were free, Edward's hands slid up my thighs and under my skirt. Once his fingers slid into the waistband of my shorts, his hands paused. He was watching me, waiting for permission. I nodded slowly, granting him access to the most exclusive part of my body.

In one smooth move, Edward pulled my shorts, along with my wet panties down my legs and off of my feet. I kept my knees closed, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, but Edward's eyes drank in the exposed flesh and bit of pubic hair that peaked out beneath the bottom hem of my skirt.

"Relax Bella," Edward said in a voice like honey as he ran his warm hands along my bare thighs.

My body trembled excitedly from his touch before I slowly let my legs fall open in front of him. I felt my face heat up the moment I was exposed. I had never let anyone other than a doctor or myself see this part of me before.

I watched Edward's face and saw his pupils dilate as he took in my wet and exposed flesh. And then it was as if his cool and collected demeanor shattered around him. His hand suddenly slid forcefully up my thigh where he ran the pads of his fingers roughly along my wet folds. I cried out immediately, the moment his fingers brushed against my swollen clit. And then it was a hungry tug of war between us. His lips crashed down onto mine and my hands fisted themselves into his hair. I cried out again when one of Edward's fingers dipped into my wetness, scooping up my arousal to rub it against my clit. Instantly, my body caught fire and I wanted nothing more than to have him naked against me. But when my fingers began to tug clumsily on the button of his pants, Edward's free hand gently pushed mine away.

"What is it?" I whimpered in a shaky voice.

"Not today, Bella," Edward murmured against my lips. His voice was just as weak as mine.

But I wasn't having that. I tried to pull at his pants again, but once I got the button open Edward pushed my hands more forcefully away. He gripped my wrists and forced both of my arms around his neck.

"Relax," he groaned against my mouth.

And then he shoved a finger deep into me. One finger was enough. My head dropped to the soft pillow beneath me and I let out a low catlike moan from deep in the pit of my stomach. He stroked me slowly at first, loosening me up and spreading my arousal all over me while his hot lips sucked and licked hungrily over my neck. He was heavy and warm above me. My hands raked along his back and arms, feeling his back flex beneath my fingers and his biceps bulge as he balanced over me on his left arm.

"Oh my God," I breathed as I shifted my hips to take his finger in deeper.

Edward added a second finger and began to pick up the pace. The thrusts of his fingers in me were met with the circular motion of his thumb on my clit; and all too soon, my body began to quake beneath him. I gasped loudly, trying to force air into my lungs as a spring in my abdomen began to wind so tightly, preparing to explode. But Edward didn't let me come easily. I felt him shift over me, positioning himself so that he could snake his free arm beneath my waist. He gripped me firmly against his body, keeping me still and steady, as his fingers plunged remarkably fast into my pussy. I could feel my wetness seep out onto my ass and inner thighs and the sucking sounds of his fingers gliding in and out of me forced me further towards my orgasm. My climax was building so strong that I was almost afraid I might suddenly combust.

"I'm there," I tried to say, but instead I let out a wild scream of pleasure the moment I came.

The spring in my abdomen snapped, and I felt my cum explode onto Edward's hand. But he took his time, steadily thrusting his finger into me, taking everything I had to give before his pumping fingers began to slow. He left them within me for a moment, feeling me contract and pulse around him until he finally pulled his slippery, wet fingers out of me.

"You look so fucking hot when you come," Edward murmured huskily against my lips.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his words. My body was still trembling, and my mind was dazed with euphoria. But through the haze, I was still insanely aware of Edward and his prominent erection that was poking me hard underneath my thigh.

Edward shifted, relaxing his head into the crook of my neck. I turned my head towards him, inhaling his delicious sent into my lungs.

"Let me help you now," I whispered into his ear.

Slowly, I let my hand slid from his waist, down to his hard dick. Edward didn't stop me as I slowly slid his zipper down before I reached a shaky hand into his pants. I could feel him hard and hot over his boxer briefs. Just as I gripped him through his underwear, I dipped my face down and sucked softly on his neck and earlobe. He immediately reacted to my touch and I felt him shiver above me. With little effort, I pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs. I didn't even care that my naked wetness was seeping onto his school pants.

I didn't say anything to him as I gripped the waistband of his pants and boxers before pulling them down his firm hips.

Edward shifted below me, easily lifting his hips, as well as myself, off of the bed so that I could pull his pants down to his thighs. His body was fucking perfect. Too perfect to be human. My eyes traveled over his hooded eyes and opened mouth, down his neck, over the many ripples of muscle on his abdomen and down the hard v-shaped muscle of his pelvis. He had two moles just below his bellybutton, and his pelvis was very lightly sprinkled with soft brown hair, but it soon gathered into a smooth mound just above his hard dick. My memory of this particular part of him didn't do him justice. He was bigger than I remembered and his dick was much more intimidating.

"Is this ok?" He asked in a voice like velvet.

I met his gaze. I could see the tiniest hint of a blush on his cheeks. He almost looked embarrassed, but the hunger in his eyes hid it well.

I nodded. I wanted to do this for him.

With tentative fingers, I traced the thick vein from the base of his cock to the tip before I wrapped my hand firmly around him. As I worked, I tried my best to recall just what Edward had done that night in my room. I gathered the clear, slick precum from the head of his penis into my hand and used it as a lubricant as I began to pump him from base to tip. I had to use two hands as I worked and I made sure to continue to gather the flow of precum that continuously dripped from the slit on the head every time I gave his dick a firm stroke upward.

Watching Edward as I jerked him off was one of the sexiest experiences in my life. I watched as his stomached clenched each time I gave his dick a firm stroke and I whimpered every time he released a thick moan of pleasure. By the time he finally came, my arms had grown weak with exertion. I had to use most of my upper body to continue to pump him, and the movement caused him rock and bounce softly up and down on his bed. Seconds before he came, his eyes clenched shut and his hands gripped by bare thighs painfully into his fists.

"Bella I'm gonna come," he heaved as a shudder ran through his body.

His muscles flexed just as his hot seed shot out in several quick spurts onto his bare torso, coating my hand and his stomach in hot thick white liquid.

Author's Note:

Sorry, I've been so busy this week, but now I have the weekend to edit and publish. This will be the last lemon for a little while. There is more development of their 'relationship,' as well as themselves as characters, on its way.

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