Huge thanks to my girls, Sandy and Melanie who boost my confidence and make everything I write…better.

Um…hotness warning.

"Do you see how tightly he's gripping her thighs? He's really pounding into her. I bet he's hitting her cervix with every thrust," Bell whispered as she draped herself over Edward's bare back, her breasts pressing against his spine. Her laptop sat open on the bed in front of him, one of Bell's favorite adult DVDs playing on the screen. "It is so hot, so…sexy," she growled softly into his ear.

"Hmmm," Edward groaned, unable to take his eyes off the erotic display unfolding before him. When Bell suggested they watch one of her movies, he had been surprised at the content. The plot had started out fairly banal, but as soon as the couple started kissing, clothes started coming off and he realized that they were watching porn.

"I love this part. Watch how he lifts her up onto his thighs. Her pelvis is on an angle, which allows the head of his cock to graze her G-spot." Bell's breath was hot and damp against his neck and he trembled. After she had worshiped his cock, he had spent nearly an hour making sure not an inch of her delectable pussy had been neglected by his lips and tongue. She led him into the shower after that, taking her time as she washed his hair and body. When it was his turn with the bar of soap, he worked up a thick lather before he knelt down at her feet and smoothed his hands over her silky skin. Once they were clean and dry, they tumbled into the kitchen and ate cereal while standing over the sink before they wandered back into her bedroom, their eyes rarely leaving each other's.

Edward felt his body responding to both the visual stimuli playing out on the laptop in front of him and to Bell's proximity. Her little hands moved around his waist and slid down over his tight abdomen, feeling the barely repressed power in his muscles.

"Would you like to take me that way, Glasses? You could make me moan and whimper like that," she cooed as she slowly drew her fingers lower, onto the hard shaft of his cock.

"We were supposed to talk," he whimpered, turning his head to catch her eye. But those deep brown eyes were locked on his throbbing erection.

"And we will talk, Glasses," she vowed as she wrapped her palm around the head of his cock, gliding through the silky pre-come that had collected at the tip. "But right now, I want you to fuck me until I can't walk."

Edward moved quickly then, pulling himself out of her grasp and pushing her gently back onto the bed. The way she looked up at him as he crawled up over her widespread limbs made him feel powerful and wanted. His lips curled up into a smile when he watched her hips rise up, trying desperately to get friction where she needed it.

But that would have to wait.

He leaned down and claimed her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his need to possess her overpowering all else. Bell's fingers grabbed onto his shoulders, attempting to keep herself from being swept away. Edward was the ever sturdy port amongst the chaotic storm of emotions he brought out in her…and she was desperately trying to trust that he would always be there to save her.

"What do you want, Bell? Do you want me to fuck you like that guy did? Or do you want me to do what I want? Because this isn't just fucking for me," he rasped as he slowly lowered his body to hers, aligning them from head to toe. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, seeing the swirling emotions that were so obvious in his green gaze. "That wasn't anywhere near as sexy as you are, Bell. And you do it without even trying. You make me so hot."

Her eyes widened at his words.

"I want you," she whispered, reaching up to pull him down to her mouth.

There were no punishing thrusts or rough hands as Edward took her. Instead he tried to convey with his body just how important she was to him. He knew she would bolt if he said the words, but he couldn't keep it in any longer. Their separation had shown him just how much he needed her. She was the self-proclaimed bitch that owned his heart.

As Edward moved above her, his hands cradling her head and his eyes locked on hers, she felt her protective walls crumbling. After years of using sex as a tool, she was finally experiencing what it was truly meant to be…an exchange of souls.

*()*()*

Hours later, Bell woke to the Edward's soft voice in her ear. His arms were wrapped protectively around her, his thigh thrown over both her legs as if he was worried she might leave while he was asleep. She couldn't deny the desire to flee when she heard what he was whispering in his sleep.

"Perfect girl…so damn sexy…love you."

As much as she didn't want to admit it, she rejoiced at his words. Even in his dreams she was there with him. It just showed her how different they were. Her sleep was plagued with nightmares of him fucking other women, while he slept soundly with words of love on his lips. Once again she fought against the urge to leave him, knowing that she just wasn't good enough for him. What if she could never open herself up and return his affection? How could he stand to stay with her, knowing that she might never say the words? And then there was her infertility. He was a strong and intelligent man who would one day want children.

And she couldn't give him any.

"Don't leave me, Bell. Isabella…love you," he mumbled, his body tensing as if he could feel her indecision. She rolled over and settled her head on his chest, soothing her hand up and down his arm. He turned his head in her direction and breathed in deep, relaxing once more into sleep.

As Bell listened to the strong beat of his heart beneath her ear, she realized she was fighting a losing battle. There was no way she could be without him now.

No way.

Oh Bell…

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