13.

Bella felt weightless, formless, free of thought or fear in that moment. The contentment she felt was so complete she forgot all about space and time as well. The only reality she could comprehend was Edward, his lips, his hands, his body, and the way she felt when she was so close to him.

She needed to get closer.

Panting, gasping, yet loath to let go of the other, they shifted and nudged, pulling and arching their bodies, till with a squeak and a thump they landed on the floor.

"Ow," Edward moaned, rubbing the back of his head with a hand. The other hand cradled Bella close.

"Oh my God, Edward," she whispered in mortification. She tried to roll off his body, but he wasn't letting go, and they ended up rolling awkwardly back and forth in the space between the couch and coffee table.

"We end up like this a lot, you know," he commented, when they finally stopped wriggling around. "Like that day at the bar."

She giggled. "You do offer the most amazingly comfortable landings."

He frowned. "Are you implying that I'm soft, Ms Swan?"

Shifting her hips against his, she pretended to think about that. "I wouldn't call it soft, exactly."

"No?" he smirked.

"Well, it feels…" She spread herself out over his body and starfished a bit, banged her hand on the coffee table and nearly slipped off him. "Ow. You know, it's obvious the world is out to get me. All these dangerous floors and tables and things, just waiting to bruise me. If it weren't for you, I'd be sore all the time!"

"Like my butt right now," he grimaced.

"Oh shit! Come on, let's get off the floor." She scrambled up and held out a hand to him. "Turn around, let me see. It doesn't hurt too bad, does it?"

She pushed up his t-shirt to rub up his back, and he obliged by dragging it off and tossing it onto the couch.

"How does it look?" he asked, trying to ignore the way her light touch on his skin turned him on.

"From here it's looking pretty damn good," she murmured. Her hand dipped down to rub over his ass. "How about here?"

Turning around to face her, he shrugged. "Well, it is a bit sore…"

"I have just the thing for it. Come with me," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along to her bedroom. "Alice found this fantastic massage oil."

"Have you ever tried it before?" he asked.

"Not yet," she confessed. "Never really had the chance to, since I got it."

He chuckled as they came to a stop by her bed. "If you'd let me, I could make you sore. Then I could use the massage oil on you."

She snorted with laughter. "You're such a romantic, Edward!"

"What can I say," he grinned. "You seem to inspire me."

For a moment, they both stood there beaming at each other. Then, giving in to the inevitable tug of their own personal gravity, they shared a soft kiss. Then another, and another, until they were once again lost in desire, aware of nothing beyond their need for the other.

His hands bunched the skirt of her dress, tugging it higher, till he could reach for the smooth skin of her thigh. She shivered in response, taking a quick moment to help him unzip her, then shrug out of it.

He ran a finger over her exposed body, tracing the shape of her shoulders, the swell of her breasts, the way her waist narrowed and flared out to curvy hips. He paused at her belly button, then danced his fingers down to the crease of her thigh, circling over to the other side, tantalizing her with every touch, but never close enough to satisfy her.

Bella was so focused on the path of his hands on her body, on the anticipation, and making sure her legs didn't give way, that she could hardly breathe. Fortunately for her shaky balance, he stepped back and nodded to the bed.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, scrambling to the centre of the bed in an undignified flap of arms and legs. Rethinking the sexy-factor of that performance, she then tried to salvage the situation by adopting an alluring pin-up pose, stretching one arm above her head and reclining gracefully on her side.

Edward blinked and shook his head. The pace at which this evening had progressed was enough to make a man's head spin, and add to that a very sexy, naked Bella… he could barely comprehend it all.

She smiled and crooked a finger at him, and he decided he didn't need to comprehend anything beyond the fact that she wanted him.

The next few minutes were a blur. There may have been a hundred sexual things they wanted to try out, but for now they could not get enough of simply touching and kissing each other. Gentle touches grew more frantic, soft and sweet kisses turned more desperate, until…

"Ow!"

"Shit! Shit... what did I do? Did I kick you? I kicked something," Bella froze mid-hump.

He squeezed his eyes shut, gasping in pain and trying to hold her in place at the same time.

"Cramp," he explained breathlessly. She evaded his grasp and immediately moved down to examine his limbs. "Right thigh," he hissed as she firmly kneaded the tense muscle. "Shit," he breathed as the pain subsided. "How's that for a buzzkill?"

She didn't immediately reply, making him squint an eye open. While he'd been catching his breath and berating his stupid muscles, she'd reached into her bedside table and emerged with…

"Is that the massage oil?" he asked, intrigued. Maybe he hadn't ruined things after all.

She smirked, making it slightly harder for him to breathe. He hadn't been expecting her smile to give such a kick to his heart, that's for sure.

"I did promise you I'd help with that soreness, didn't I?" she said, popping the lip open. "We got these samples a while back. It's supposed to be really good. But…" she blinked innocently, "I wouldn't want to ruin your… uh, clothes. Why don't you take it all off?"

Edward laughed outright at her grin and stood to remove his 'clothing', which at that point consisted of just his boxer briefs.

Bella covertly eyed Houdicki, who seemed to wink at her hopefully.

When Edward placed a knee on the bed, his cock bounced and Bella couldn't hold back any longer. Abandoning the massage oil at her bedside table, she shimmied across the bed till she was within licking distance.

Edward's startled laugh brought her back to reality before she could do something really crazy, like start talking to his dick.

"Well, lie down," she instructed. "Don't just stand there."

Edward did as she instructed, though he really wanted to tease her about her obvious fascination with his dick. Still, he was a smart man and knew how to hold his tongue. And also how to use it, but he knew there was time for that. He couldn't help but fantasize about how she'd taste and feel when he went down on her.

She blew his fantasies straight out of the stratosphere the moment she brought her slick, warm hands down on his thigh and began massaging the muscles with firm strokes.

Bella observed with satisfaction as the stiff muscles of his thigh softened, followed by a different kind of tensing. Houdicki, in particular seemed to be stiffening a little more with each stroke… and she hadn't even touched him there yet. With a wicked grin, she leaned forward and let her warm breath blow over it.

Edward groaned and his dick jumped.

Bella reached for a little more of the massage oil, rubbed her hands together to warm it, and started massaging the other thigh. Edward's abs clenched deliciously and his hips jerked a time or two, until she finally brought her hands to his dick.

"Well, this is kind of familiar," she said with a wink, as she began moving her hands along his shaft. "I've been wanting to do a proper job of it since the first day I met you."

Edward half laughed, half groaned. "I was so mortified. You barely touched me, and I practically came all over the place."

"Well, not really, but I hope to change that today," she said, moving her attention to the foreskin. "Wow, this is like a snuggie for your dick." She fisted Houdicki and started moving her hand, watching as the head appeared and disappeared, while the shaft seemed to harden and lengthen, the more she worked it. It was fascinating in a way dicks hadn't really been since she had been a teenager with her first boyfriend.

Bella licked her lips in anticipation, but Edward stopped her. Shifting around till he was face to face with her (though her hand refused to leave Houdicki), he kissed her hard, his glazed eyes proof of how close she had brought him to the edge.

"I have to be inside you now," he groaned. "I need you. Please."

She nodded and kissed him back, then watched avidly as he suited up and positioned himself above her. He kissed her sweetly as he entered her, the intimacy of the moment making her heart swell. Then he started moving to a quick, measured rhythm, and her eyes fluttered shut.

His hands moved restlessly over her body, as though he couldn't get enough of her. He sucked and tugged at her breasts, noticing how she grunted in pleasure when he grabbed her ass, and how she ground her hips closer to his when he pulled on her hair. He found her mesmerizing, and besides, focusing on her reactions made it possible for him stave off his impending orgasm.

She couldn't have said how long she lasted… it seemed an endless rush of pleasure since he started thrusting, and yet Bella had never been driven to the edge so quickly in her life. But then again, none of her previous lovers had found her g-spot with such unerring accuracy either. And the way he stimulated her entire body… she really didn't stand a chance. Her orgasm rushed over her in an almighty wave of pleasure so intense that she could hardly breathe. Thankfully, Edward followed soon after, because she wasn't sure her body could have taken much more stimulation right then.

The moment Edward disposed of the condom, he dropped back to bed and pulled her close.

"You cuddle?" she teased.

"No," he said haughtily. "But I'm letting you cuddle."

She laughed, too blissed out to argue with that. Plus, she really liked the way he was stroking his fingers through her hair.

Snuggling closer, her hip bumped up against his, and she looked down. Much reduced from his earlier exertions, Houdicki lay spent against Edward's thigh… not as tiny as when she had first come across it, but nothing like the orgasmator that had pounded her into heaven just a few minutes ago.

"It's so fascinating," she mused.

"What is?"

"Houdicki," she said, before freezing and biting her lip. "I mean, your dick."

His lips twitched, but he didn't give in to his smile. "Really? How's that?"

She squirmed a little uncomfortably, but he didn't let her go. "Well, it's just that in books, and well, porn, the hero is ridiculously well hung, you know? And seems to give all the best orgasms too. So Alice and I, we kind of got into this mindset where we figured that might be what we wanted. But then you walked in, and well, first of all, you have this super deceptive dick that can just magically grow bigger or smaller, and it's fascinating. And then, when you pushed in, I could feel the girth, and holy mother… you just knew what to do to me, and I don't even know how you made me come so quick. I mean there's usually a fair bit of uncomfortable thrusting and like, sometimes you have to tell the guy to just go slow because it freaking hurts! But today was this perfect sexual experience and I'm going to shut up now."

She tried to hide her face under a pillow, but Edward didn't let her. She tried to grab his pillow instead, but he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her over him, which led to a tickling match of epic proportions, till he finally pinned her down, both of them laughing and out of breath.

"So, let me get this straight," he said. "I'm basically the best you've ever had, yeah?"

She grinned and nodded.

"I'm glad my dick fascinates you. I'm all about penis positivity," he continued. "Please feel free to explore any time. He's rather fond of your attention, as you might've noticed."

She rewarded him with a kiss and added a tug and squeeze to Houdicki, who predictably half-jumped to attention.

"Fuck, yeah," he grunted. "But I think it's only fair I get some alone time with your pussy as well. Fairplay and all."

He didn't leave much scope for discussion, already kissing his way down her body as he spoke. Spreading her legs wide, he had just settled in with a preliminary suck to her clit, when all hell broke loose.

They both jerked upright, somehow managing not to butt heads or fall off the bed.

"What the fuck is that?" he asked, as an awful wailing sound reverberated through the apartment.

"Fire alarm!" She looked at him with wide eyes, before they quickly grabbed whatever clothes they could find and rushed out.