A/N: I promise not to make this long, since I haven't updated lately. I want to thank lexiecullen17 and snozzberryfaery for being my betafish. And thanks to twighlit and britpacksuccubus for pre-reading.
RL has been fast paced and full of sick people, lol, this is my only excuse for the delay in updating. You have my apologies and thanks for sticking with me.
SM owns Twi.
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BPOV
My hands ventured out and weaved through his hair. His lips were flush with mine as he guided me backwards into my room. Any residual embarrassment or anger from that morning was fading quickly with every touch of his mouth on my skin.
His fingers were pressed firmly into the small of my back. I knew it had been too long since a man had really touched me; I was moaning into his mouth as he kissed me.
"Edwaaard," I moaned out loudly and only had a brief flash of embarrassment. My calves hit the bed, and reluctantly, I let go of his hair. With my hands free, I eased back on the bed and reclined, propping myself up on my elbows.
Quicker than I thought he could move, Edward was on his knees between my parted thighs..
"We're jumping ahead a little bit, Bella," he sounded out, his voice muffled as he pressed opened mouthed kisses through my jean covered leg. "Are you sure you're ready?"
Instead of answering him, I ran my nails over his scalp, down his neck and just past his shoulders. The change in my position left his face pressed into my stomach, his hands curled around my hips. I could feel the erratic pace of his heavy breathing through the thin fabric of my shirt.
His weight shifted off his knees for just a moment before he pressed his face into the curve of my neck. I felt his tongue as it met the skin at the hollow of my throat, and a slow tingling spread down my chest with each seductive pass.
The moment I stopped breathing and felt a shiver run down my spine, he spoke.
"Lie back, Bella." The deep sensuality of his tone was not lost on me. Or my vagina. "Let me take care of you."
Without a second thought, my body reclined, my eyes darting across the ceiling. Jesus, I may as well be a seventeen year old girl on prom night. I felt him positioning himself between my legs before I saw any part of him.
My hands were fidgety and tired of being idle, evidently, because they went straight from being limp at my sides to trying to undo the button on my jeans.
Edward's hands clasped over mine, stopping me with the button poking halfway through the stitched hole. My insides flooded with endorphins at the thought of him taking complete charge over my body.
Sadly, that thought deflated faster than a balloon in a push-pin factory.
"Just relax, Bella." His words ghosted over my stomach as his hands moved my own back to the bedspread.
I was so close to sitting up and asking what the fuck was wrong with him that he didn't want my pants off, when I heard something that instantly made me wet and my body tighten up.
The steady and slow whirring of the Rabbit sounded like heavy bass on an amped up radio. Deafening.
"Fuck me," I whispered to myself in anticipation, sure the epic buzzing had drowned out my words.
"Not quite yet," Edward responded. My head shot off the mattress enough to see a grinning Sex Guru with very hooded eyes staring back. I watched as he ran his fingers over the top of my thigh and noticed that under his gaze all the noise fell away.
His other hand moved while I was entranced, the long graceful digits tracing circles just below the rise of my hip bone. There was a sudden pressure right where my clit was hidden under the seam of my jeans.
Tearing my eyes away from the dancing fingertips, I saw just what he was doing. Slick bastard he was. Poking its head out, literally, from between my legs was my brand-spanking-new see through shiny purple toy.
Hey there, friend, nice to finally meet you. Great my vagina was doing introductions now.
Edward bent, and I saw his tongue poke out of his mouth at the same time that the slow whirring was back and sending vibrations through my hoo-hah.
Sweet jesus in heaven, I thought - and may have even uttered into the darkness. My eyes shut, and my head slammed back into the bed. The dual combination of his mouth on my exposed flesh just above the waistband and the slight hum just below had me fisting the comforter tightly already.
My back began to arch off the bed as my hips ground down into it. The caress of his fingers stopped and gripped my hip into place. Locked down into position, I could feel Edward's teeth scratch over my abs, and the buzzing increased just a bit.
It wasn't an overwhelming change, but it was enough to have me cursing and praising God all in one breath. The heaviness of Edward's hand at my hip was glorious. His mouth and tongue circling my belly button was divine. And the pressure blooming from my clit and tunnelling into my stomach was delicious.
My neck was so bent that it felt like the back of my head was pressing into my shoulder blades. My hair was mussed and draped across my face. The way my hands were pulling at the bedspread made me feel like I was on the highest roller coaster's downward roll...holding on for dear life.
My stomach tightened further, and at the base of this ride's hill, my body exploded and I lost it.
"Ooooh," I moaned brazenly. "Edward, God...yes!" And as my body crumpled into a jiggly mess, the vibrations stopped, but Edward's mouth and hand stayed where they were.
I shifted a little but quickly stopped when I felt the fabric of my pants push in to my swollen clit. My head was swimming with a post orgasmic high, and all I really wanted after going so long without one was to have another.
The overwhelming hunger for sex was there, pitted in my stomach and streaming through my veins. Once again, I felt like comparing myself to a fiend. Funny how Edward seems to be the fuel for your addiction.
A giggle threatened to escape my smile stretched lips at that thought, but I held it in. I opted to try and look sensuous instead of a giggling school girl. I wanted Edward to show me just what he was going to 'teach' me.
Unfortunately for me, my sex guru had just Power Ranger morphed into a huge cock blocker. Well, clit blocker.
"Bella, wait." He sounded as breathless as I felt. As he spoke, his hands wrapped gently around my wrists. I'd been trying to pull his body up toward - cough, make that on, cough - me. "I can't...we can't...not yet."
"Why? Do you need time between, well, you know?" I blurted out very crassly, but hey, my libido was evidently in charge here.
Edward actually laughed, a small smile on his lips when he spoke to me-still on his knees and between my legs. "That's definitely not the issue here, Bella."
"Then, what's the fucking problem?" I huffed, very aware that I was pouting now. "Or is that it? There's a fucking problem?"
Edward's eyes bore into mine this time. "No! Shit, I mean..." His hands went straight to his hair, tugging gently. "It's just...I decided I really like you and want to do more than just fuck you, and I can't start fucking you now like this. It's not the right way." His palms were hidden in clumps of bronze hair that poked through the spaces in between his fingers. As he was rambling, my brain finally caught up to what he had actually just said.
"You like me?" Oh, great. We're back to stumbling through sentences like we're a sixth grade girl.
"Yes, more than I'd like to admit." He then flashed the dazzling smile.
Is it awful that I'm picturing millions of women's panties dropping round the city? Fuck if my libido wasn't caught up in a swoon from his charms.
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The gleeful, girlish giggles finally erupted, the noise hidden under the shower's stream. Jeebus, the sex guru wants to get to know me. Me? He didn't want to hit and run. Wow, that's sweet...just not in the way I said it, but the meaning is sweet.
I washed up quickly, wanting nothing more than to be close to Edward again. Secretly, I was praying that when I stepped out of the bathroom, he'd be naked. I mean, geesh, this is 2010. Who waited to get to know someone before they screwed their brains out after multiple orgasms nowadays?
Of course that wasn't what happened, though. I stepped out of the bathroom after primping in the mirror, trying to give myself that naturally beautiful look. Ha! Yes, nude lip gloss is natural.
Groaning, I wiped the sheer gloss off my lips and poked my head into the hallway...where no one was waiting, naked or otherwise.
"Crap," I huffed before getting the idea he might be waiting on my bed. I opened the door, and no luck. "Double crap. Just my luck. Get the guy whose profession revolves around sex, and he's a freaking monogamous monk."
"I wouldn't go quite that far, Bella." I heard from the doorway. I refused to turn around and face him. Instead, I threw my hands in the air animatedly.
"Shit, we need to get you a cat collar. You know the ones with the little bells? So you can stop sneaking up on me," I complained to bedspread, which was still crumpled from my first clothes on orgasm. Fuck! Well really, my first great orgasm.
"You mean so I can stop overhearing you have conversations with yourself?" He chuckled his way through the sentence effortlessly.
"Yeah, that too," I huffed before adding, "I guess I should get dressed since you have your err...um...cock locked down."
"Oh, you make him sound so sad," he whined, and it caused me to turn around. Edward was looking down at said handcuffed penis. "It's okay, buddy. You're not completely grounded."
That did it. I burst into a fit of giggles. "Hey, I may have conversations with myself, but at least they are not with my hoo-ha."
That little comment earned me, what I would call a mock glare, the hint of his famous smirk giving it away. "You get dressed. I came to see if you had any snacks I could raid for us?"
"Puh-lease," I sounded out sarcastically, "I just graduated med school and work horrendously long shifts with no hope of eating a real meal. I live on snack foods."
He winked and told me he'd meet me in the living room, saying that we had a certain television series to finish watching. I almost groaned out a complaint, but I rethought it. Maybe naked vamps and blood drinking would cause another spontaneous sex act to happen. Hopefully.
Yes, let us become the dick whisperer. My inner perv clapped and sang. That bitch may even have started doing some ancient lust inducing dance, complete with tassels hanging off her. Whoa, never mind. What? A girl can hope.
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EPOV
What the hell am I doing? I knew that she wanted me to fuck her. I also knew that I wanted to screw her and make her whimper my name in her dreams. Then, why are we causing me so much pain if it's what everyone wants?
It was crazy that my dick was becoming Dr. Phil and giving my brain advice. Yes, everyone here wanted to get laid, but more than that...I wanted Bella. I didn't want to share her, and to have that, I needed to convince her and my sore balls that I wasn't just a quick fuck.
But, one thing was right. What the hell progress was I going to make cozying up with her on the couch? The same couch she spilled her secrets to me on, the couch that led to our lip-locked stumbling to her bedroom.
Images began pulsing in my head like a strobe light at a disco club. Bella moaning my name. Bella's nails running over my skin. And the cherry on top- Bella screaming her way through an orgasm that almost had me nutting in my pants.
I had to get us out of her place for a bit, and I knew just the thing. I reached into my pocket and dug out my cell, all while throwing a bag of popcorn into her shiny red microwave.
"Hey, Jasper, it's me," I said before he could run through the whole greeting for the shop. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry I disappeared when I went to get coffee."
I could hear him laughing, saying how they saw me sprinting behind a pretty brunette and hopping into a cab from the shop's window.
"What?" I tried to hide my own laughter. I must have looked like a panting puppy, begging for a treat. "Well, I called to say sorry and to let you know I won't be back in tonight."
"No one expected you to, boss." Ugh, I hated when he called me that, and he knew it. But, he also knew-probably from my whispered conversation-that I was still with the pretty brunette and wouldn't argue with him.
"Thanks, Jas." No point in saying anything else. Jasper always had a reply. Always.
"No problem. And, Edward? Tell Pinky the...what did she call me? Oh yeah, tell her the blue eyed devil says hey."
What did I say? He always had an answer for everything.
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A/N: I hope you all loved it, tell me what you think. Reviews mean Edward's balls won't be permanently blue, lol.