A/N: Super smutty chapter. I need some ideas to go on, please. What should they do next? Should her change be next, or should she have some more human sexy time?

I think I have a mini writer's block.

Review and enjoy, loves.

Review goal: 50.

40, at least?

Previously…

"Milk me, Bella." His voice made me come undone, and we climaxed together, his cock filling me up and his sweet come spilling out of me, my walls contracting hard. He grinded into my back side, his balls tingling. I huffed against the wall, spent and sweaty.

He laughed musically in my ear, still breathing heavily. "So much for getting clean…"

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I leaned into the slippery wall, letting the hot water unwind my soar muscles. Edward pulled out of me and kissed my forehead, flipping me around. He looked into my eyes and stroked my face softly and I let my eyes fall shut, smiling. Edward picked up my strawberry shampoo and let his soapy hands work over my scalp, massaging. I let my head fall against his shoulder and he supported my weight easily.

I let him wash me, just thinking and resting, feeling his hands glide over my body, raising goose bumps wherever they swept. Soon, I would be just like him. I wouldn't get tired, he could really go all out on me without hurting me. I felt a blush creep up my neck, adding to the heat of the water. But it was soothing. He rinsed me and turned off the water, twirling my hair and letting the water fall out of it.

He picked up a towel and dried my hair softly, letting his hands brush through it. He dried every inch of my body with care, and even slipped on my purple panties and bra for me. "Time to get dressed, Bella, love," he said, kissing me gently.

I wandered to the oversized closet, picking out a white, simple dress with long sleeves. I didn't bother to put on shoes. I shook my head , not doing my hair, just letting it fall down in curls. It was like I had permanent sex hair these days…

I found Edward at the piano, playing an unfamiliar but brilliant melody. I watched as his expert fingers glided across the ivory, his face serene in the sunlight coming through the window. I watched his thighs, contracting as his feet lightly danced along the foot pedals. Oh no. I felt myself become damp. No, no, no, no. God, I just got out of the shower!

I need to get ahold of myself. I tried not to focus on his back and shoulders, not watch his perfect face. It was just all to easy since we were here, alone, the only minor restraint being Edward's self control, which was almost no factor anymore.

As the song faded to an end, I watched his foot linger on the pedal and his dancing hands glide up to swim through his hair, ruffling it and making it shine in the sunlight. He stretched, his back muscles flexing visibly.

I couldn't control the moan that left my lips. His head snapped to me, but I was guessing he'd already heard me. "God Edward, we really do need to leave soon. Because I don't think I'm ever going to want to, if we don't." I smiled. "And I can't keep Charlie waiting any longer than I'll have to." My voice got smaller at the end, as I thought about leaving Charlie for good. At least he'd get to see me, once last time.

Edward's expression was composed by the time my eyes went back to his face. He got up from the bench, letting his eyes wander over my covered body, not trying to distract me intentionally. His face was apologetic as he walked to me slowly, taking my hips in his hands. I knew he didn't honestly know what to say anymore. I was at a loss of words, too. There was so way I could live without him, now. There was not point in trying.

He leaned down to kiss me, but didn't touch his lips to mine. He hesitated, almost like the first time we kissed, letting his breath coat my tongue and teeth, deliciously. I took his head in my hands and slipped my tongue into his mouth, only to have his snake out and sneak into mine. He picked me up and set me on the piano, letting my dangling legs tinkle the keys. He shut the cover. "Honestly," he panted, pulling away from my mouth, "the only music I want to hear is from you." I moaned, letting him push up my dress and pull down my purple panties. His fingers probed my cunt, massaging my lips and clit.

"God, Edward, fuck my pussy." As he slipped his fingers into my walls, I thrust into his faces, letting him go deeper. I wanted release.

"Ugh yeah," he breathed into my ear, "You like that, my dirty Bella, don't you? You shouldn't have been wearing that white dress sweetheart." He licked my jaw, slipping his second and third finger into me, my throbbing pussy now dripping and sucking his hand in. "You are no where near innocent." He moaned into my ear, making me mew loudly.

"More, baby, more." I chanted. He opened my legs slightly wider, and stretched my pussy wider, now fisting me, my come flowing down his wrist.

He pounded his fist into me, growling into my ear. "You're so close, baby. I can feel you clench around my fist. Won't you come for me, love?"

I moaned, rubbing my clit with my juices. "Beat that pussy up baby," I chanted, until I screamed Edward's name, contracting around his fist. He pulled his fist out, wiping it along my stomach, which was now… dress-less? He licked my stomach, which was heaving, moaning.

His moans got me hot again. God, he just fisted me! I screamed in my head. When we get home, I am definitely looking into some hot shit we can do. I remembered when he penetrated me with that toy, and I felt I small longing for my ass to be filled again… but not by plastic…

"Edward," I said sweetly, massaging his already hard cock through his boxers, "I want you to put it in my ass." He looked at me, alarmed, leaning his chin on my stomach. I felt his silent breath on my nipples.

"Bella…" he started, "I don't want to hurt you, love." And his eyes meant it. I got up, my sour vagina not fazing me in the least. I took his face in my hands and let my hands go into his boxers, massaging his length roughly.

"Come on, Edward." I cooed, watching his eyes go shades darker and feeling his back tense. "I know you want to… just take me, Edward. I really want this." I knew I'd won when he surrendered with a groan, leaning into my lips. He picked me up off the piano.

He carried me to the bedroom, taking off his boxers after he lay me on the bed. He pulled out Vasaline from the top drawer of his nightstand. My stomach throbbed in anticipation.

"Wouldn't want to tear you, love," he whispered into my ear. His breath went straight to my core. "I want you to enjoy this as much as possible. Get on your knees, you dirty girl." I grinned, doing as he said. He placed the fluffy pillows under my stomach and pelvis, propping my ass and hips up for him.

He slid his hands down my spine, stroking my back, and down my ass cheeks. I propped myself up on my elbows, pushing my ass out for him. I felt his fingers at my hole, probing, already covered in Vasaline. It didn't hurt, I only wanted more. I gripped the sheets as he thrust two fingers in my ass lightly, and then his cock.

He pushed in, filling me and I moaned into the sheets, ripping them with my finger tips. He thrust into me, his balls slapping my clit, sending delicious waves through me. I slammed back into him, wanting him to fill me deeper and deeper.

"Fuck, I love your ass," he moaned into my ear, and he gripped my hair, wrapping around his clenching arm for leverage. I pushed out, relishing the feeling. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me with each thrust, along with his arm muscles and calves. God, his body was so hot, all glistening with my sweat and juices. I concentrated on the sound of our moist bodies slapping together, his balls slapping against me, making a hot and hypnotizing smack.

"Ugh, ah oh…" I pounded back into him, my breasts swinging with each bounce I made.

"Fuck your cunt, Bella, he said, and he guided his fingers with my own, slipping both of our hands into my dripping depths. I kneaded our fingertips into my sensitive tissue, still pushing against his cock. I felt my orgasm coming fast.

He groaned into my ear and started pounding faster, groaning louder and harder and his thrust becoming animalistic. He gripped my shoulders and he humped me at vampire speed, my breathes and moans shaking with each thrust. He stopped abruptly and shuddered, moaning as his seed squirt into my asshole, seeping out, and I came onto our fingers, stilled all twirled inside of me, twisting and turning. My pussy clenched around our hands, and I pulled them out, putting my fingers in his mouth, and he put his in mine. We sucked my juices off each other's fingers, moaning at the taste, in post-orgasm heaven.

We lay down, panting and tingling, and looked up at him, his hair dripping and drenched from my own sweat.

"Wow," I grinned, and he smiled back.

"Yeah, I know…"