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"I want you to touch yourself. I want you to show me what you want me to do to you."

She blew out a harsh breath at the words, her body straining towards the fingers that ghosted over her the skin of her stomach. He had trailed them up from her center, the tips leaving wet trails across her skin that left a tingling as they cooled.

He laughed softly near her ear at her attempt to get closer to his roving hand and pulled it away completely, the other leaving where it had been pinning her wrists above her head.

"Do it, Tirnel. If you want to continue I want you to show me."

After a groan of annoyance she lowered her arms, letting her hands move over skin that was too sensitive from his teasing. She flicked her fingers over her nipples, catching the taut peaks and pulling at them until her hips wiggled in response, and her breath came faster.

She could feel his eyes on her; feel his hand where it laid passively on her arm as he leaned over her, just close enough to let her feel the heat that so often radiated from him. Shifting more towards him she made an annoyed sound when he countered by sliding away.

"Talk to me."

His voice was a whisper over her skin and she arched again at the sound of it.

It never occurred to her to not do as he instructed.

"I want you to do this. I want to feel your hands on me, your teeth. I dream about it sometimes." Her voice sounded strange to her own ears, wispy and wanting, and not at all like she sounded even when he was moving inside of her.

"What do I do in your dreams?"

She told him, her hands wandering down from her nipples and over her stomach, her mind drifting to those early morning thoughts that never failed to leave her wanting.

Her voice trailed off as her hands reached her center and the wet, wanting heat there. She wasted no time with sliding a finger from on hand inside of her, curling and pumping it so that it brushed over the spot that made her writhe. The other took a more leisurely path before circling the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex, slowly moving closer until she was gliding over it in a steady pattern that had her legs tightening and her toes curling.

She heard herself moan as the pleasure grew and she tried to form words through the haze. "I dream about your mouth being where my hands are, your tongue di-dipping in..ah.. inside me. Over and Over."

She was vaguely aware of him shifting again and then his lips were brushing her ear, his teeth skimming the point of it and causing her to whimper. "I want to see you come."

The rumbled words had her clinching her muscles, her hands quickening their pace until she was moments from the edge.

"Cullen…"

"Let go, Nell. Let me see you."

She called out as pleasure filled and swallowed her, and she was vaguely aware of her feet shoving into the mattress and her head tilting back as his lips traced over her cheek.

She was still riding the pleasure of it as she felt him leave her side and move over her and down, his shoulders pressing into her thighs and spreading them apart even as his hands clamped around her hips.

"Again."

The words were muffled against her flesh and she barely had time to cry out as he lathed his tongue over her slit while her nerves still jangled from her release.

He dipped his tongue into her, lapping up the juices that had collected there before sliding his lips over her folds and to the swollen peak that nestled between them. Finding it, he grazed with his teeth, causing her knees to clutch around his head, before pulling back to run his tongue over it as he slid a finger into her waiting warmth.

He coaxed her through the aftershocks of her first release and began to build the pleasure again, his tongue matching the steady rhythm of his fingers. He brought her back to the cusp and then slowed, his touch becoming light and causing her to call out, her hands reaching down to clamp into his hair and give a useless tug.

She wasn't strong enough to pull him from his purpose, and if the smile she could feel was any indication, he knew it.

And she knew that he wanted her to beg.

She didn't at first. She always did her best to not give in, to try at tempting him to overcome his own self-control and simply give her what they both wanted, but it only worked part of the time, and when he was focused… hardly ever.

She lifted her feet to press them into his shoulders, her fingers flexing in his hair until words finally tumbled from her, the actual meaning of them lost in a babble of need.

She felt him grin again as he reapplied the pressure of his mouth and hands, bringing her back to the edge and then tumbling over it.

He was up and over her before the first wave had even finished, sliding into her clenching muscles and causing her to sob at the over stimulation.

He set a steady pass, coaxing her through her tremors and back up again.

His hands buried in her hair when she gave an exhausted whimper, and he set his lips over hers as he eased in and out of her at a steady pace.

"Cullen…" She could barely get any more out, her sweat soaked fingers sliding over the skin of his back as it bunched with his movements. "I can't…"

"You can."

He drew in and out of her slowly, coaxing and teasing until she was moaning into his neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet digging into the soft flesh of his backside.

It continued longer than she thought possible, the sounds from both of them mixing in the space between them.

When he finally decided to increase his pace, she could feel her limbs trembling.

He brought her over one last time, finally following himself, his fingers clutching at her scalp, the twinges of pain adding to her pleasure.

Ever the gentleman, he didn't collapse on top of her, instead rolling to his back, and folding her onto his chest.

They stayed like that for several minutes, the morning chill from the open doors washing over them until he reached blindly for the blanket and covered them both. It left them in a strange cocoon of sweat and sex, the smell not entirely unpleasant, especially when the scent of lemon, which had worked into her fingers from his hair, joined them.

He buried his face in her hair, his fingers gliding over her back, and let out a contented sigh before speaking again. "Are you alright?"

She smiled into his chest and tilted her head until she could smile at him. "No." When his brows lowered, her smile widened. "I'm not alright, I'm wonderful. Amazing, "

She heard him chuckle and let her smile widen. "You'll have to let me return the favor sometime."

He lifted a hand to run through her hair and continue down until it smoothed over her legs. "Could I stop you?"

"Would you want to?"

He smiled and nipped at her ear again, seeming to enjoy the tremor it caused. "No. Not at all."