Okay pple step aside, step aside, got a hot potato in my hands! Hot potato coming through!

Yeah, I'm weird sometimes. BTW-THIS CHAPPIE IS M RATED! Um, do I have to make the whole story M? CUZ I really don't wanna, it just has a teeny, not even very graphic sexyful chappie. That's like, short. Do I have to?

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. Just experimenting badly with Stephenie's delightful characters.

Although he turned his dazzle on me, (Damn those vampiric charms!) I still tried to continue. But he wasn't having any of that.

So I tried not to give in to his kisses, at least not yet, and kissed him.

I pulled off his shirt, the result, a scantily clad Adonis staring at me in surprise.

He looked at me, and his eyes seemed to say 'Game on', so I started to play.

All the while I was kissing him, his neck, his chest, my hands exploring every contour of his perfect body, everywhere but his mouth, because if I did that now, I'd be caught by his lips, and he wouldn't have let mine go.

I wasn't ready to do that, not yet.

I wanted to torture him a little first.

I kissed him, again, and again, and he moaned, his breathing ragged, my lips and tongue dragging slightly on whichever body part I was touching.

'Come into my web, said the spider to the fly. . .'

My wandering hands moved from his granite chest. . . . .to his belt.

I quickly, with fumbling hands, unbuckled it, and threw it aside, Edward at my mercy.

I undid his pants too, and, realizing what I wanted, in less than a second, they were tossed to some far corner of the room.

"Bella. . . ." He moaned. I smirked, and continued my exploration of his flawless self.

I so win.

Edward's POV.

She had removed my shirt, belt and pants.

I was amazed at how my Bella, my angelic, unaware temptress, had become so aware at her ability to seduce.

However this had come about, I certainly wasn't complaining.

I groaned as her nails dragged against my back, giving me shivers down my spine.

She kissed me, again, and again, coming close to my mouth, but never kissing me on the lips.

It was torture.

My cold body readily absorbed her heat, feeling for the first time, the sensation that humans often described.

The fire that I felt when her skin touched mine, a fire both good and bad, that was so hot that you wanted more at the same time you wanted to put it out, and the only way to put it out seemed like pressing our bodies closer together, but that did nothing, except make it hotter, more unbearable, and more enticing.

Then, as her hands, her heat, her flushed face touched me everywhere, the fire intensified to its peak, and I felt like I was going to pass out from the pleasure and explosion of absolute ecstasy.

The sensation stayed, with Bella watching me with satisfaction, a small smile on her face.

Then it was over, with a last tingling feeling.

I stared at her.

I wanted her to feel what I felt, I wanted her to feel the- the desperation, the yearning. The explosion.

I held her.

And I kissed her on her luscious red lips.

My lips moved with hers, unrelentingly, moving only to give her time to breathe, and even then, she could do nothing but gasp.

I stripped of the cumbersome shirt, leaving her only in her underwear.

She was gorgeous, the way her hair was tousled, and slightly untidy, her chest heaving.

We kissed. I kissed her everywhere.

I ravished her neck, leaving it red and flushed, and, as we kissed, I pushed her back, forcing her to take a few steps that would make her land on the bed.

She fell back, and we rolled, sometimes with me on top, sometimes her.

My hands explored every inch of her body, learning her curves, dipping underneath her bra.

I enjoyed hearing how I made her feel. I enjoyed hearing her little gasps and moans of pleasure, knowing that I was the one causing her to feel this way.

We paused, me on top of her.

She reached behind her back and undid her bra. I heard the snap.

I looked at her bra for a moment, wondering. . . . If I should.

Then I touched the strap, feeling the lace, then pulled it down.

And pulled the whole bra off.

I proceeded to kiss her, working my way down. First, her neck, then, her collarbones, then I went lower, and lower, very slowly, my mouth taking its time, caressing and kissing each wonderful part of her, with her gasping for air all the time.

I kissed her stomach, feeling and hearing her shallow breathing, knowing how I affected her, and liking it.

Caressing, kissing, biting. . . .

Sucking, licking, caressing. . . .

It continued, each of us in turn, then, in a moment of passion, my forefinger hooked at the top of her panties, pulling them down.

She didn't like being the only one naked.

After I tossed her underwear haphazardly somewhere, she pulled my boxers down, down , down.

Until they were off.

Till this moment, we hadn't been talking, just moans of passion, each others names penetrating the air.

Now, I whispered in her ear, my voice trembling.

"Spread your legs Bella, Love."

She said nothing, only did what I asked, because although it sounded like a command, I was really begging, pleading for more.

More of this sensation- jittery, tingly- less yearning, more. . . . satisfaction.

As I settled between her thighs, I could see her body tense, see her steel herself for the pain.

I admit, I hesitated, not wanting to cause her pain.

"Are you. . . .ready, love?" I asked gently, softly.

"Yes." She said simply, without wavering.

I could see in her eyes, the determination; she wanted this, she needed this, and she was definitely going through with it.

Extremely softly, not even considering my vampire strength, I slowly eased myself into her.