Here it is, y'all. A little BPOV as a thank you for getting me to 1k reviews! I hope you enjoy!

Fun fact: When I first thought this story up, I initially imagined this Bella to be a little shy. A little meek. My Edward's are always the ones that come to me the strongest, but I have to work harder for my Bella's. And as I worked more with this one, she developed such a fire. And of course she would have to, if she were gonna cut through Redactwards bullshit and straighten him out, right? He needs some tough love, abs I love how she's grown in my head to be that for him.

Some people have asked me how long this will be and I really have no idea. I go off of a beat sheet, and we're at about the halfway mark on that. That's all I can really say. I go with the flow on this one.

So. Without further ado...let's check in on our girl ;)

(Huge thanks to all my usual list of folks. Love yall!)


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BPOV:

How dare he?

Honestly. How fucking dare he?

Showing up at my place looking all climbable and smelling like wood and honey, giving me a goddamn guitar pick instead of flowers before one of the best dates I've ever been on, and then just...not fucking me?

Rude.

My laptop sits warm on my lap, my fingers tapping against the keys without really pressing down. I should be doing my daily writing, but I'm too filled with all sorts of restless energy.

I'd love to text him and tell him he better get over here and fix this problem his fine ass has caused.

I should.

I should text him and tell him how I'm aching for him right now. How my pussy is throbbing and so wet I feel it on my inner thighs. That I want him to soothe that ache with his tongue, and I want to taste him, too.

But I'm a lady, and ladies don't beg.

I'm not enough of a lady not to do something about this problem, though.

Shoving my laptop aside, I roll over to dig in my treasure chest. This calls for the big guns. With the way I have to twist, how my ass juts out, I wonder what Edward would think if he saw me like this. Better yet, what would he do?

My hair is still wet from my shower, the tangles his fingers left brushed out. I'm wearing an old T-shirt and a pair of plain cotton panties, teal blue except for the darker patch where my desire has revealed itself.

Would he stand in the corner and watch while I got myself off; pull his cock out, and make himself come for me while he watches?

What if I were on my knees in front of him, catching it with my tongue? Fuck, I bet he tastes good. I can't wait to suck his swollen head into my mouth to suck out every drop.

This is annoying. I'm always the one driving the boys crazy, not the other way around. I was pretty smitten with Jake until he showed his ass the way he did, but Edward...fuck, if Edward told me to sit on his face in the middle of that fancy-ass restaurant, I would have.

I've never wanted anyone the way I want him.

I finally find my beloved rabbit, the biggest one I have that hits my clit and my g-spot just right every single time, because...well, let's just be real, Edward is handling some heavy fucking machinery, and I need to prepare my pussy for destruction.

Destruction that I will welcome with open arms and nothing on but a smile.

With my rabbit stretching me, sliding in with absolutely zero resistance, I realize what I should have done.

I shouldn't have given him an option. Next time, I won't. He wanted it just as much as I did; I could feel it. I could feel it in the way his tongue worked against mine, his fevered touches, how his hips bolted me to the door, his cock pressing against my lower stomach. And I saw it in his eyes; those damn sparkling, emerald eyes that made me weak in the knees.

No, next time, he'll be mine. Next time I'll take what I want.

I'll pull him into my living room, shove him onto the couch, strip for him. I'll make him watch me, but I won't let him touch me. I'll take his shirt off, unbutton his pants, but I won't go any further than that right away. It'll be his punishment for making me wait. If I have to hold off, then so does he.

After I feel like he's waited long enough, I'll get on my knees in front of him. Pull his cock out and worship it with my tongue. I know it's big, but I bet it's pretty, too. I bet it will feel so good when I push it down my throat. I bet he makes the best noises, too. A heightened version of the growly little groans I got in the hallway.

Someday I'll suck him off all the way. I can't fucking wait to have him shoot his cum down my throat, on my face, on my tits, deep inside me.

But not this night.

This night, I'll rid him of his pants, run my hands all over all those muscles I only got little hints at. Then, I'll pin his hands against the couch while I straddle him, hovering my lips barely above his when I sink down on him. Make him feel how his cock filling me hitches my breath and makes me moan.

Fuck, I bet he feels even better than this plastic cock that's making me feel so good in combination of thoughts of him.

I wonder what he'll do when I release him, when I let him touch me. Will he take control? Grab my hips and move me the way he wants? Push his cock up while he pulls my pussy down?

Fuck…

My whole body is tingling like my skin is alive. I'm so close to an earth-shattering orgasm—something better than I've ever been able to get from porn.

I can't wait. Can't wait to dig my nails in his shoulders. To kiss and bite and claw while I ride him like my life fucking depends on it. Because right now, it feels like it just might.

I finally explode, and it takes me by surprised. I'm usually pretty quiet when I'm on my own, but I scream with the force of it, my pussy tightening so hard on the toy inside it that it's hard for me to even move it. I'm a fucking mess, soaking my sheets with sweat and my own cum, and I can't fucking breathe.

It takes...well, I don't know exactly, but it takes a fucking minute to come down and regulate my breathing enough to function. I'm pretty positive I blacked out, and all I can think is that…

If this is what happens when I'm just thinking about him, how mind-blowing is it going to be when I have the real thing?

The worst part is, just that thought makes me ready for more.

There's something different about Edward Cullen. Something I'm not exactly sure I like. He's forcing his way into my being, and part of me definitely can't have any of that.

And yet, part of me needs it.