A/N: This chapter is extremely graphic and very very lemony. I know this might seem obvious, but I just wanted to add in an extra warning. Enjoy xx

EDUCATE

Just as I had imagined, Mr. Cullen was not gentle when it came to physical affection.

His lips dance against mine with an intoxicating rhythm, dominating my plump skin, and I can almost feel them swelling from his aggression. He tastes like the beverage we just shared; silky yet oaky simultaneously. It is heavenly. I could fucking drink it.

The stubble on his jaw has begun to grow back and it scrapes at my skin as we move together, desperate to be closer, but already as close as we can be. Edward still has his hands upon my waist, and his grip bites into the fragility of my skin, almost as though he is attempting to fuse our bodies together. My breasts, full and tender, lay flat against the stretch of his t-shirt.

A groan rumbles through his chest, a low and guttural sound, and it sends me into ecstasy. In response, I run my hands through his saturated hair and secure them just above his neck, coiling the strands around my fingertips. When I pull his bottom lip between my teeth, he squeezes me – hard.

"Miss. Swan," He growls against me, sending a vibration across my skin. "You taste better than I imagined."

"You imagined what I tasted like?" I ask, kissing him again. It is short but just as forceful.

"Are you fucking kidding? It is the only thing I have been able to think about since I laid my eyes on you."

I smirk. "Does this mean you're going to touch me from now on?"

Edward crashes his lips to mine once more before releasing his grip on my waist, turning off the stream of water that cascaded over our bodies. My body yearns for his touch as soon as it is gone.

"Is that what you want? You want me to touch you, Isabella?" He arches his eyebrow as he runs his gaze over my exposed body, droplets of water crystalizing upon my skin.

I can tell that he is enjoying himself. It pisses me off.

"Yes, Sir. I want you to touch me more than anything."

He chuckles and opens the shower door. As he stands in the opening, his emerald eyes sparkle with mischief. "If touching is what you want, I'm more than happy to oblige, but I need to know what I'm working with. Get into my bedroom right now. I'm going to give you a proper assessment."

Jesus Christ.

As I walk into the adjacent room, I am grateful for the liquid courage that lingers in my bloodstream; I have a feeling that I am going to need it. Not knowing where Mr. Cullen wants me, I head towards the wardrobe on the far side and lean against the cool wood.

He follows me out, pulling the soaked t-shirt over his head, and hurls it into an awaiting laundry basket. He stands in just his jogging bottoms, and I practically salivate as my eyes rake over his chest. He had been taunting me in class with his unclasped buttons, exposing mere inches of his torso.

Now, with his skin on full display, I feel like I have won the lottery.

His skin is almost translucent in color, his pecs sitting full and defined in the center of his chest. A small bundle of hair decorates the space in between, continuing down onto the faint outline of his abdominal muscles. The definition of his chest disappears in a V-shape under the waistband of his pants.

"Are you checking me out, Miss. Swan?" Edward growls, remaining on the other side of the room.

I nod, gulping, unable to put my satisfaction into words.

He lifts his index finger, coaxing me towards him; it's becoming a signature move of his. However, I am not complaining. The power that it has over me is ridiculous.

I oblige without question.

"Do you want to know what I am going to do with you?" He asks once I am inches away from him, my chest heaving with heavy breaths.

I cannot bring myself to speak again, so I simply nod once more.

Closing the space between us, he drops his lips next to my ear.

"Don't think that, because you're in my bedroom, you're no longer my student. I'm going to keep you in that position, Miss. Swan. Except, if I am going to tailor our lesson together tonight, I need to know where your skill-set is at."

"My…skill-set?" I repeat, the words straining to leave my lips. No-one had ever left me speechless before.

Curse this man and his attractiveness.

"I need to know how good you are at certain things, so I can work out what we need to focus on," Edward clarifies.

My mind is reeling, and I am struggling to think straight. When he speaks again, he drops his voice lower, and I think I might faint.

"Kneel, Miss. Swan."

My eyes widen as I consider what he has just asked me to do. Despite my very few years on Earth, I had certainly honed my sexual prowess, exploring every action possible just about anyone. I certainly wasn't unqualified in the bedroom department, but, as I stand in front of Mr. Cullen, I suddenly like incompetent, like I'm a virgin once again.

I ignore my self-doubt.

I'd been waiting all week to get my hands on Edward Cullen – I wasn't about to fuck it up now.

Capturing his eyes within my own gaze, I drop slowly onto my knees and run my tongue across my teeth as he watches. Even in the dim lighting, I can see him squirm.

Curling my fingertips around the top of his pants, I make sure that I also snare the waistband of his underwear and pull them down the expanse of his thighs. He breathes a sigh of relief as his erection bursts out of its confines, and I make a noise of my own as I consider the size of him.

The muscle between his legs is impressive, and it is clear why he is so confident when it comes to seduction. Fundamentally, he certainly has the tool in which to honor his promises.

"Are you sure that this is what you want?" His voice comes from above me, capturing my attention. I had been so caught up in the size of his cock that I hadn't noticed him staring at me.

I take a deep breath before bowing my head. "Yes, this is definitely what I want."

Reaching a hand towards me, Edward rubs a thumb across my cheek, smirking. "Then, show me what you can do, Isabella."

Come on, don't be a disappointment.

Looking over the length of his shaft, I watch as he twitches under my gaze. A long, thick vein runs along the base, stopping halfway up, and I begin there, tracing the space with my fingertip. Edward hisses at the contact and I allow my lips to contort into a small grin.

Who's going to win tonight, Sir?

I was going to make sure it was me.

For a few moments, this is all that I grant the panting male above me – the torture of a single fingertip. I caress each ridge on his cock, precisely exploring the delicate skin. It shifts with every graze, like a stretch of solid velvet, and I enjoy how unrelenting he feels.

"Jesus, Bella," He breathes above me. I had hardly begun, and he already sounded like he was teetering on the edge.

"This isn't too much for you, is it, Sir?" I purr, relishing in the power my touch has over him.

"N-no, not at all."

"Are you sure?" I run my finger over another ridge and Edward groans. "I can stop if it is."

"Fuck…no. I need you to…"

"Need me to what?" Bringing my lips towards his cock, I let my breath wash over the sensitive skin.

"Bella…"

I was seriously enjoying myself.

"Come on, Sir. I need you to tell me. I don't quite know this exercise."

"You're ridiculous," He says, panting.

"You're exactly where I want you," I correct before I pull him completely into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the girth of his cock.

When he curses, I know I'm going to get full marks on this assignment.

Pulling my cheeks in firmly, I take in more of him, using my tongue to wet the awaiting skin. I keep a hand wrapped around the base of his cock and match the rhythm of my bobbing head, ensuring that no inch of him is left unstimulated. Edward groans again, louder this time, and knots his fingers into my hair, securing me to his member.

His forcefulness is heavenly.

"How much can you take?" He grunts.

That sounds like a challenge, Sir.

Pulling him deeper still, I lift my hand away, allowing my lips to brush against the skin of his pelvis. He is shaven, but a few rogue hairs linger; they tickle my nose. I linger as he touches the back of my throat and I pull back, using my teeth to graze both sides of his cock, swirling my tongue around the tip as I reach the end.

"That much, Sir," I tease, looking up for the first time since I had taken him into my mouth.

I wish I had looked sooner.

With his hands still nestled into my curls, Edward's head is tipped back, and his chest rises and falls, evidently labored. With his cock still in my hand, he glances down at me, his emerald eyes hooded with pleasure. I bite my lip instinctively.

"Impressive, Miss. Swan – very impressive," He lauds, bringing his fingers to my chin and pulling me to my feet.

"Did I pass this one?" I jibe, and something passes over his eyes as they burn into my own.

He kisses me roughly, our tongues dancing against one another. "Very much so. Seems like it's only polite for me to show you what I can do."

Finally!

Mr. Cullen's movements are faster than mine, and the confidence oozes from his body like a devilish toxin. The bed that has been neglected for the whole evening is inviting, and he pushes me onto the plush mattress, making me bounce from the collision.

"Up," My Adonis instructs, and I comply, using my hands to maneuver my body towards the headboard. I know I am far enough when I feel the rough material irritate my back.

He doesn't waste any time in joining me on the bed, hovering over my aching body as he kneels between my legs. He's not touching me, and the frustration makes me arch my back in protest.

"Can you see that I'm doing this to you on purpose, Isabella?" Edward growls, making me groan. "I know it's what you want me to do the most."

Holy shit, this man is good.

"I'm going to start slowly," He brushes his lips against my own, leaving a slight trail of moisture. I'm insatiable. "I'm going to reward you properly for being such a good student."

Once again, I could tell that he was enjoying the torturous pleasure he was inflicting upon me. It seemed to be his approach to anything sexual. At least I was learning something about him.

"Yes, please," I beg. "Anything."

With one final chuckle, the floor is his.

Starting at my neck, he presses a flurry of kisses to my skin, and I'm so sensitive that I immediately break out in goosebumps. They are open-mouthed, wet, and, when he begins to suck at my skin, I feel so good I could disintegrate. He continues across my collarbones, trailing kisses across the protruding contours until he reaches the curve of my breasts.

"You don't know how much I have thought about doing this," Edward growls as he brings his mouth to my right nipple, erect and ready for his caress.

Expertly, he wraps his lips around the raised bump, my nerves exploding at the merit of his touch. He swirls his tongue over the top and, matching my own behavior, he uses his teeth to lightly nip at the flesh. Putting all of his weight onto one arm, he brings the other up my torso, along the curve of my waist, and cups my other breast.

I am breathless, grasping at the white sheet beneath me, and my chest jolts with every bite.

"I have to say, I'm a boob guy," He teases with his lips still pressed against my skin, and it makes me groan, enjoying the vibration his voice sends through my body. "And you're certainly helping that."

"Mmmhmm," I moan, speechless for the second time tonight. This man was a magician.

"Do you like how that feels, Miss. Swan?" I nod eagerly, and I hope that he can tell how much I crave him between my legs.

Luckily, the man appears to be a mind-reader.

Traversing down my body, he arrives exactly where I need him most. I am slick, both with pleasure and frustration, and he uses a finger to explore what he has caused.

It fills me up deliciously, and I am finally rewarded by the fullness of his touch. My hips buck against his hand and he brings another finger inside, exploring me completely. My muscles clench deliciously around him.

Continuing his assault, he pushes further into me, and curls his fingers upwards, locating my sweet spot. Instead of moving them in and out, he grinds them in place, and the pleasure explodes through me. I can't help but throw my head back and moan.

"Fuck me, you're incredible," He growls before pressing his lips to my clitoris.

His fingers remain nestled in me, and he works double-time to grant me pleasure, leaving none of me craving; all of me satisfied.

Initially, he simply awards me the tip of his tongue, flicking it slowly against the nub of nerves, and pressure begins to build in the hollow of my stomach. The pleasure is so intense that my mind is empty, and I can only focus on the gentle stress he places on my clit. He is barely touching me, barely granting me with anything, but it still sends my body into a frenzy.

"How does that feel?" He breathes, and I want to cry.

"Harder…please…" I whimper; I'm close to tearing this damn sheet apart.

"Do you think you've earned it?"

"Yes, please, I just-" He cuts me off by wrapping his lips completely around my clit, and sucks. The dual pressure - his fingers and tongue, pounding, swirling, curling, flicking - are the perfect recipe for my undoing.

My muscles now clasp his fingers rhythmically, and I can see stars beginning to dance behind my eyes. The moans that leave my mouth are loud and guttural, and I scrape my nails over his shoulders, feeling him shudder beneath my touch.

"Edward…I'm…so…close."

He removes his lips and pulls his finger out of me.

I shouldn't have said anything.

The lack of touch causes me to cry out.

"You really thought I was going to let you come like that, Isabella?" He whispers against my lips, once again hovering over me. He kisses me; I can taste myself. The tip of his cock, wet with pre-cum, rests against my stomach. "No way, I want to feel you."

Sitting up, he reaches across me to the bedside table, pulling out a condom packet. I wrap a hand around his forearm, making him stop.

"You don't need to do that. I'm on the pill, Edward."

His eyes light up before he furrows his eyebrows.

"You sure? I promise I've been tested recently."

I don't give myself time to think about why he had to do that, and I nod.

Coming back to his previous position, his body looks luxurious above me, and he brings a hand to rest upon the headboard. His eyes burn into mine; his skin radiates warmth. He uses a hand to wrap my thighs around his waist. I can feel him brush against my entrance.

"One more time, Miss. Swan, you don't have to do this if you don't feel comfortable."

Hmm, what a gentleman.

"I promise, Sir, I have wanted this for a while."

He looks satisfied with my answer.

"Them, I'm going to show you exactly what you get when you behave like a good girl."

Holy hell.

He enters me slowly, as though he's scared I will break under his grip, and my eyes roll back into my head. With the size of him, I appreciate the extra time to adjust myself. He halts, letting me shift beneath him, and I groan.

"Fuck, Sir, you feel so big."

"Good answer, Isabella," He whispers into my ear, and then he wholly destroys me.

As he slams in and out of me, the force of his thrusts is unrelenting, and I feel my insides burn as they experience the full brunt of his assault. The headboard bangs against the wall, matching his rhythm, and he grits his teeth as he shows me what I have been working towards.

Our bodies are flush against one another, and I clutch the sides of his torso, digging my nails in, attempting to gain some kind of control.

He stops moving and glances down at me, smirking. "What are you trying to do, Miss. Swan?"

His cock is still within me, and the pleasure of his fullness makes me groan. "Please…Sir…I was just…"

Capturing my wrists with one hand, he places them against the headboard.

The grip around them is unrelenting.

"You're not going to fucking move, Isabella. This is my turn."

He begins to move again, hitting the spot he once explored with his fingers, and the fact that I cannot touch him is soul-destroying.

Within moments, both of our bodies are decorated with a thin layer of sweat. The nerves in my body feel like they're standing on end as he slams himself in and out of me, and I bring my hips up to meet every thrust, groaning into the dimly lit room. Glancing down, I watch as he owns me, dominating my body with ease.

Except, as I stare down at his movement, pressure begins to build in my stomach again, and my excitement peaks. Of course, I was well acquainted with orgasms, but I had never had someone make me come during sex. I can't prevent the cries that leave my lips.

We stiffen before coming undone together.

"Bella," He groans against my forehead as he finds release, his thrusts now slow and purposeful, and I can feel him leak into me, delighting in the fact that I have this much of an effect on him.

In the moments that follow, we lay in a tension-filled silence, coming down from our simultaneous high. My nipples are still erect, and they rise and fall rapidly.

"So," I say. "That just fucking happened."

"Yep," Edward replies. "That did just fucking happen."

"Did you enjoy it?"

He laughs. "It's not a hotel review."

"I know. I just didn't know what else to say," I confess, running a hand through my new unruly hairstyle. "It was the first thing that popped into my head."

"I mean, that's fair."

"I'm just going to pop to the bathroom. To…you know…clean up."

Edward chuckles again before sitting up, flicking on the bedside lamp. Light finally fills the room. "Don't worry, I get it."

As I lower myself onto the toilet seat, I exhale sharply.

After sex, I am not usually left with any pain, but, after the size of Mr. Cullen, I'm not surprised that I feel a little sore. A feeling of relief courses through my lower body, and my muscles feel stretched, swollen – an empty space he once occupied.

A fresh sensation also preoccupies the space. Contentment. Maturity. Pure ego?

I don't feel a need to name it. Mr. Cullen has left me reeling, a bundle of emotions.

I already crave the possibility of round two.

Flushing the toilet, I walk over to the sink and run my hands under the cold tap, bringing the cool liquid to my clammy face. I catch my reflection in the mirror. Just as I had suspected, my lips are puffy, stained with a purple hue, and they pulsate faintly beneath my fingers. A myriad of red marks adorn my neck, produced by his teeth, and a new wave of arrogance washes over me.

They are secret medals that only he and I know the story behind, a lingering confirmation of my victory tonight.

Damn, Bella, you really pulled this one off.

Sauntering towards the door, I am primed, like an animal, ready to try my luck one more time. Except…

What was going to happen between us after tonight? Was this going to become a regular thing? Would he forget my existence and never talk to me again? Would he tell someone?

My mind swerves from question to question, and my previous confidence disappears. Of course, this was something I needed to broach with Edward, but I was not about to bombard him with the dreaded 'what are we?' question. I had just made some kind of progress – there was no need to ruin my hard work.

Pushing my inner devil into the shadows, I put my credence on hold.

To be honest, when I enter the room again, I don't even want to utter a word. The sight of him makes my heart swell.

Sitting upright, Edward has propped a pillow up behind him and holds a book between his fingers, a pair of glasses resting on the ridge of his nose. The sheet, which was previously a mess from our escapade, is now immaculate, and a t-shirt has been neatly placed upon the spare pillow.

He really was a gentleman.

Edward notices me hovering by the open door and closes the book, resting it on his lap. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I reassure him as I cross the room, my bare feet padding across the floor. I pick up the t-shirt; it feels soft and well-made. "You didn't need to do this."

"I want you to be comfortable, Bella. I don't want you to feel too naked."

I laugh, shaking my head. "You just fucked me!"

"Yes, but I still have manners. You don't have to wear it if you don't want to."

Staring at him quizzically, I slip the piece of clothing over my head, inhaling as the smell of him fills my nostrils. The knowledge that I am wearing his t-shirt feels provocative; it's almost as though he is touching me once more.

Pulling the covers back, I climb into bed beside him. "What were you reading?"

"A Streetcar Named Desire," He states, holding the book out towards me. It is thin and looks like a short read. "Have you heard of it?"

"No," I say. "What's it about?"

"It's a classic. Not quite Bronte, but it's up there. It's hard to summarise."

I lay my head on the pillow, gazing at him longingly. "Well, could you try?"

"Why don't I just let you borrow it?"

The breath catches in my throat. He wants to…give me something? It feels completely taboo, but my toes tingle with excitement.

"Would that be alright?"

He smiles crookedly. "Of course, I have another copy somewhere. It's all yours."

I make a mental note not to forget it in the morning.

"Do you always read before you go to sleep, Sir?"

He shakes his head. "You don't need to call me Sir. You can just call me Edward."

"Alright, Edward. Answer the question."

"No," He says, matching my position in the bed so our heads are on the same level. Electricity flows between us. "I told you, I'm trying to get into it."

"Yeah, I really didn't understand what you meant by that before."

"I meant; this is my first teaching job."

"Oh," I try to hide my surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah. Mom thought it would be good for me, so I'm trying to catch up on lost time."

I bring the covers up so that only my head peaks out; he grins. "What did you do before."

"I was between jobs."

"What kind of jobs?"

"Do you really need to know?"

"I'm trying to find out more about you," I proffer.

He lets my words hang in the room before answering.

"It's late. I think that we should sleep."

"I'm not tired."

Edward chuckles. "Bella, it's three in the morning."

"Don't do this."

"Do what?"

"Shut me out when I am trying to get in."

"Is that what you think I'm doing?" He breathes; his stare is so intense that I feel like it's burning a hole through me.

"Yes, Sir."

"I promise I'll talk to you about it soon."

"Why not now?"

"Isabella..." His voice sounds like a warning, and I know that I have to admit defeat.

"Fine," I huff and roll away from him, brutally terminating the intimacy between us.

I hear him chuckle behind me. "Are you not going to say goodnight?"

"Why should I?" The inner teenager in me has taken over.

"Fine," He mocks before he grasps my shoulder, spins me back around, and captures my lips with his.

Unlike our kisses during sex, this one is deep and passionate, and Edward uses a hand to cup my cheek. His touch feels comforting on my skin, and I groan against him, our lips moving against one another. Once again, it feels like he is trying to fuse us together as one.

Pulling away from me, he keeps his face mere inches from mine and brushes a thumb across my lips.

My heart sings as he whispers into the darkness.

"Goodnight, Isabella."

Not going to lie, I'm nervous to post this one. I wanted to give their first experience together justice, and I hope it lived up to all of your expectations. This is my first real experience with posting smut, so please feel free to give me any feedback if you have any!

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