A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be dusting my living room. It's so dusty living here in the desert. :D

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. It's Monday morning. Need I say more?

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. She posted a pretty chapter today. It made me teary. :)

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. "And when I tell you to go, you gotta go. You gotta paddle your little heart out. You can't hesitate, you can't pull back, you can't hold back. No fear. Alright?" You probably don't even know what movie that's from. It's one of my very favorites... :)

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. Not a full on lemon...but we're getting there. :)

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… Chapter Forty - Text … Edward …

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It's hard to leave. I want to ask you to come home with me, but Claire's sleeping. She has school in the morning. It's not feasible.

I kiss you, hold you, touch you. I want to touch more of you, but we're going slow. We're doing this right. It's too important to mess up.

The drive home is torture. Being away from you is the worst kind of misery. Not being able to see you until tomorrow afternoon is a nightmare.

Not sleeping next to you is a living hell.

I text you as soon as I'm in bed, hoping you're still awake. You reply quickly.

Yeah, I'm awake. Glad you got home okay.

I smile. You're as concerned about me as I am about you. You're invested in this, too. I like that.

I did. I miss you already. What are you wearing?

I ask it as a joke, but secretly, I hope you'll tell me.

I miss you, too. And wearing? You know what I'm wearing. I wore it last night. Why, what are you wearing.

Screw slow. I'm hard for you.

It's different from last night. Tonight I'm wearing nothing but a smile and a hard on.

Your response takes a few more seconds than usual. I think I surprised you.

Really? Nothing, huh? What happened to slow? Not that I mind you flirting with me. Though I may need to lose an article of clothing or two...

Right where I want you. Let's see if my old Bella is in there somewhere.

Screw slow. Can you lock your door? Go in the living room or something?

I wait, aching for your words.

Yeah, I'm there. Claire's sleeping. I had to take off my panties. They're wet. Dripping.

Oh fuck, baby. There's my dirty girl.

Wet, huh? I could take care of that for you. With my tongue. Would you let me, if I was there?

It's hard to rub my cock and text at the same time, so while I wait, I stroke.

I'd want your tongue and your fingers. Would you give them both to me? Let me feel them both inside of me?

Damn it, I wish I'd stayed at your apartment again. This living apart thing needs to end. Like, now.

Whatever you want, baby. My cock is so hard right now, my hand can barely wrap around it, it's so big. What do you want to do to my cock, baby?

I don't even need lotion tonight. I'm seeping for you, spreading the beads of cum all over myself as I tug and pull, reading your words over and over again.

I want your cock in my mouth, where I can lick it and suck it and hear you moan from how hot and wet my mouth is. Would you cum down my throat, baby? Or would you cum all over my tits?

Holy fuck, this is killing me. I want you so bad, I can't stand it anymore. If I thought I could jerk off and drive at the same time, I'd already be pounding down your door, before I pounded into you.

I'd fuck your mouth so good, and I'd fuck your tits, but I'd save my cum for when I'm inside you. I wanna be buried deep in your pussy before I let go. Feel you clamp down on me. I want that so much.

I'm pulling, tugging, jerking like I haven't done in ages. Each time I did this in the past six years, it was to images, memories of you. Now, I have something real, tangible. It might just be your words, but I know you're on the other end with your phone, feeling all the same pleasure I'm feeling. And I love it.

Would you let me ride you, baby? Watch my tits bounce up and down while I screamed out your name? Do you remember how that was, baby?

I remember. I remember all of it. Every second.

Oh yeah, Bella. I remember how fuckin gorgeous you were. I can't wait to see you like that again. Will you let me see you like that?

I'm stroking so hard, I can feel my stomach muscles beginning to tense.

I wish you could see me now. My fingers pushed inside me, pumping like I wish your cock was doing. If you were here, Edward, ohhhhhh...I want you so much.

The image of your words pushes me over the edge, and I'm barely coherent enough to type with one hand.

Bella...oh fuck baby...I can't...ooooooooooo

I cum so hard, picturing you in my head. Thick spurts of milky white liquid cover my stomach, and I sit. Gasping for air. Waiting for you to write back.

After a few minutes, you do.

Sorry, I haven't cum that hard in a really long time. So much for taking things slow. Just so you know, next time I see you, I won't be able to stop. I have to have you. If you kiss me, beware.

I laugh, knowing it will be the same for me.

Well, looks like I need to take a long lunch tomorrow. What time does Claire get home from school?

Grabbing some tissues, I clean up my mess, put on some sleep pants.

She's home at three. I'm home all day, whenever you want to come over. I'm here, if you want.

Oh baby, I want. No doubt about that.

I usually take lunch at noon. I'll be over then. And Bella, don't forget...I love you.

It's late, you need to sleep. After the evening we've had, I think we're both exhausted.

I'll be ready. I love you, too. I'll see you soon.

I smile, anxious for tomorrow and when I'll see you again. I can hardly wait.

I text one more thing. A heart.

Hopefully you know what it means.

You have my heart. Then, now, always.

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A/N: Wooooooo, it's a little hot in here, right? Is it just me? Oh golly...

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