Don't own Edward or Bella, but I sure as heck wish I could borrow Edward for a week or two. ;) Do you think SM would let me have him if I promise to return him... eventually? lol. Hope you enjoy. Please let me know you did. Or that you didn't. Either way.

"… All my body wants right now it to be inside of you."

She blushed, but continued boldly, "well what are we waiting for?"

Edward smirked again, and Bella laughed, a sweet resonating sound that filled the room. He leaned closer to her, bringing an arm to her shoulder, he kissed her again, a tender touch that made her lightly sigh into his mouth. When his tongue pressed against her lips, becoming more urgent, she parted for him, and he lapped inside her mouth, tasting and massaging her. Bella's hands ran over his torso, enjoying the feel of his undulating muscles, and cool, hard skin. For a short moment, she wondered about the temperature, but Edward then shifted so he was above her, hovering, lips still connected, and her mind went blank.

Her hands moved of their own accord, reaching his pants, working to undo the button, fingers fumbling in her euphoric state. Finally, she was able to release the connection, and the zip undid itself from all the pressure behind it. She slid her hands around to his backside, and squeezed gently, enjoying the firmness, before pushing his pants down to mid-thigh. At this, Edward moved a hand to help her, and he wiggled his hips and pushed with his palm to free his legs. Bella watched as he pressed himself up, and then slid off the bed to let them fall to the floor. He was now only in boxers, tented and dark. Bella bit her lip and turned to him, reaching to lower them.

As she slid them down, she was greeted with Edward's gloriousness.

I'm not sure that's a word. Bella smirked at her thoughts, a bit hazy at the moment. She had seen men before, but only as her patients.

It's much different when you're giving a bath to an unconscious man, whose penis isn't erect. It looks so big. Really big. Will it fit? Bella looked for a moment, and gulped. She might have been filled with trepidation, but she was still curious. Hands reaching, she gnawed at her lip with wide eyes. As they came into contact with her new gleaming, hard toy, Edward hissed and his hips jerked reflexively. She glanced up at him momentarily, and saw he had a look of deep concentration on his face, fists balled at his sides. Bella smiled softly, and then lowered her mouth the rest of the way to him, and heard a most beautiful sound—Edward's very vocal appreciation; a loud moan. With both hands stacked at his base, like she was trying to start a baseball game, she hummed and licked at this tip, not really sure what to do.

It was, however, obvious, that he was enjoying this as he hissed again. Removing one hand, she lowered her mouth a bit further, and began to work back and forth, sucking ever so lightly. Edward's had placed his hands on her shoulders, and then into her hair, pulling softly, making Bella moan in response. After a few minutes, he spoke:

"Bella," and she looked up at him, still caressing him with her tongue. He groaned, and pulled her back, so he might be able to think.

"I don't want to come in your mouth right now. You should stop." Bella's eyes widened and she blushed, pleased but unaware that had been having such a potent effect on him. She nodded, and stilled her mouth, removing her hands. She slid back on the bed and laid down, looking at Edward intently as he reached for his bedside table, opening a drawer there, and pulling out a condom.

"Edward," she breathed, suddenly shy again, "may I put it on?" He laughed, and handed the package to her. Bella sat up, and ripped it open, then took a moment to inspect it.

"Come here, please."

Edward shimmied closer, and Bella grasped him again, smiling coyly, and deftly rolled the condom over his cool, ivory shaft. He groaned at the pressure and the warmth of her small fingers.

"Perfect," Edward crooned, and then gently pushed her back into the bed, following close behind. Crawling back over to her, he lay next to her on his side, and arm draped over her torso, tickling her belly. Her eyes were wide and a bit glassy, and he kissed her again, so hungry for her, trying to excite her and calm himself.

A precarious balance, he thought, smirking and drawling circles around her navel. She moaned and wrapped her hands around his shoulders and head, pulling lightly, so he relented and shifted to hover over her again. He pressed his hands into the bed on either side of her, arms bent but unwavering in their preternatural strength. Now they were nearly there, and Bella felt another wave of nervousness rip through her, making her heart rate skyrocket, and Edward paused, hearing this, and met her eyes.

"Bella… we don't have to do this. Remember, you can tell me to stop anytime." And she nodded, fully aware, but burning so hot she couldn't have said no even if she could speak. She nodded again, and slid her legs apart, making room for him, squeezing his biceps with her tiny hands, letting him know she was ready.

"I'll be gentle," he murmured, positioning his legs inside the angle of her own, and then kissed her again.

Edward felt cold against her too-hot flesh, swollen and so ready for him. Bella was very aware of how wet she was at the moment, all nerve endings and sensations. He used one hand to align himself, his tip just resting at her entrance, and then slid his other hand to grasp the back of her head, kissing her deeply. She was excited, and nervous and so ready. Bella shifted her hips just slightly, closer to him, so his tip entered her, and he took it as her signal to begin. Slowly, so slowly that Bella was not even sure he was moving, Edward entered. He watched her face, reading her reactions, straining to withhold the beast within him that wanted to ravish her completely.

He saw the discomfort she tried to hide for his sake, when he reached her barrier, and he paused for a moment.

"Do you want me to break it fast or slow?" Bella bit her lip, not sure. Is it like a band aid? He could see her orange confusion and continued to slowly press into her, feeling it tear, feeling the heat of the blood, of her flesh sliding and making room for him. He groaned at all of the sensations, and she made another face of pain, not hiding it as well this time, but he continued to push forward slowly, past her defense and into the very depths of her wet heat. Once he completed his first journey forward, Edward stilled, giving her a moment to adjust. Bella found that the cool temperature of Edward's erection eased the pain, and as he lay, fully sheathed within her, that she rather enjoyed this sensation of fullness.

"Edward," she whispered, "I feel so full. It's so good," and contracted her pelvic floor muscles, triggering his cock to twitch. They smiled together, and he pulled back, groaning at the sensation, while her eyes rolled back into her head, and her mouth flew open. "So good, I had no idea…" she panted, as he moved, gently, softly, and slid his hands to cradle the back of her head. He leaned down and kissed her, murmuring against her lips, "you ok?"

She nodded, and began to pant as his pace increased ever so slightly and opened her legs a bit further, inviting him in.

"How does it feel?" he wondered, still meeting her eyes intently, but Bella didn't know how to say what she was experiencing, and didn't respond. She opened her mouth, eyes wide, staring deeply into his, overwhelmed.

"Good? Is it good? You ok?"

She groaned, pulling on his shoulders. Edward stopped, gently applying pressure to her head, which his hands cradled.

"Am I hurting you? Please answer me."

"Edward… I've never felt so… oh, it's so weird."

He chuckled, "good weird or bad weird?"

"Uhh, I don't know."

He stilled, pulling his head back, bracing himself by turning his palms down into the mattress.

"Bella…" his voice was low, dangerous, "talk to me. Shall I stop? Oh, forget it. We can try another time."

He moved to pull out of her, which was really the last thing he could ever want to do, but she made a strange noise, and swiftly wrapped her legs around his hips. This effectively pulled him inside her all the way, making them both moan loudly. Bella lifted her hips, and brought her feet down into the cheeks of his ass, which made him drop his head into her clavicle, shocked and very pleased at her response.

"Edward, I don't want you to stop. God, you're so deep like that. Ugh, I just need a second."

He nodded, still buried in her neck, remaining motionless.

Bella ran her fingers over his back, enjoying the sensation of his strength, and of him filling her.

"Edward," she whispered, "it feels so good. I had no idea. Wow. Is it always like this?"

He shook his head, kissing her neck softly.

"Really? I think I'm ready, Edward," she breathed, so he began to move.

Slowly, in an out, with deep concentration on the colors she showed him, Edward worked through Bella. She groaned, and pulled at him, whispering words that made perfect nonsense.

"It's so weird, Edward, so good, but weird…" and they laughed, and moved and breathed together. He knew she was too smart for this, but Edward had never wanted anyone like he wanted Bella. She was compassionate and brave and ready to act on behalf of others but never herself. She was backwards and brilliant and selfless and everything that had ever frustrated and enraptured him.

"Bella," he moaned, looking into her eyes, moving slowly within her, and she whispered his name in response, soulful brown orbs piercing him and making him feel exposed. Bella's chest was so full, overflowing with elation and joy. He continued to move within, and slowly increased his pace, eliciting soft moans from her. Edward was having a difficult time maintaining this slow pace. He paused after filling her completely, and told her to put her legs down. She did so immediately.

As he rolled onto his back, they vocalized their appreciation of this new position. His hands now fell to her hips, and he assisted her to rise and fall, only stabilizing and supporting, not commanding. She grinned, and worked, and crossed her arms above her head, causing her breasts to jut out, bouncing as she brought herself down. He couldn't help but work over the tempting peaks for a few minutes, but as his climax neared, he knew he wanted Bella to come with him.

"Love," he spoke, and she dropped her hands to his outstretched ones. He supported her with one unwavering hand, and with the other found where they were joined. He laid her fingers onto the moving flesh, and she marveled at the sensation, so full, so hot, yet so cold, too. Her eyes were wide with marveling, and she looked so beautiful to him, that he could barely hold on a moment longer.

"I want you to come again, with me. Do you think you've got another for me?" and his hand moved hers aside, finding her sensitive bud and working quickly. Edward's other palm went back to her hip, helping her move as her motions became sloppy, like her breathing. But determined Bella continued to rise and fall over him, a bit more reckless, almost dropping onto him and shakily rising up.

Edward could see the azure of her orgasm approaching, and knowing she felt the same sensations he did overwhelmed him. As she contracted around him, crying and shaking, he half rose up, calling out her name loudly, pressing her body into his desperately.

They fell apart together for a few moments.

As Edward softened inside of her, Bella decided to fall forward, incapable of holding herself up with her pathetic, quivering limbs.

Edward shifted so they both lay on their sides, and slipped out of her, knowing he must act quickly lest his unnatural physical reactions give Bella cause for further suspicion. He kissed her temple, sweetly, then her lips deeply, and rose from the bed.

"I need to get rid of this," pointed to the condom, and made his way to the bathroom. He returned a moment later, with a wet washcloth, and motioned for Bella to slide her legs apart. She shook her head no, but he gently gripped her leg, kissing her knee, and, with the greatest of tenderness, cleaned the scant amount of blood that was smeared on her thighs. He continued to kiss her legs, and then looked up at her sweetly. She smiled, and let her head fall back. Edward joined her, draping an arm across her belly comfortably.

They were silent together for a few moments.

Finally, Bella turned to him, and kissed his arm, which was within reach, and found his eyes.

"Edward," she began, her voice now sensual in a way she had never been able to achieve before, "you were A. Maze. Ing." Her tinkling laugh filled the room, and swirled around his bass, full one. He kissed her temple, and made a few sweeps of his fingers over the crook of her arm. Goosebumps rose across her skin, and he reached for a soft blanket, under which he tucked her.

As he wrapped the cloth around her feet, Bella spoke, "Edward… I have a question."

He met her eyes, expression open.

"Well, you know you don't have to tell me, if you really don't want to… but… why do you feel different?"

He knew exactly what she wanted to know, but feigned ignorance.

"What do you mean? Now that I've gotten you off so many times?" He laughed, trying to derail her.

"No, Edward, be serious," she frowned slightly.

"Oh, but I am. Do you know how beautiful you look when you come? And the noises you make, so incredible," his voice developed a husky quality, and she blushed, as a certain look rose in her eyes.

"Of course I don't. Stop distracting me. I just thought I might ask."

He looked at her for a moment, considering. "I'm sorry," he said suddenly, surprising himself.

"It's ok. If you want to tell me… you can. No pressure. Really." Her expression was earnest.

Now it was his turn to frown. So sweet. So innocent.

And you're ruining her!

He fought back the unpleasant thoughts, and knew that he could never tell Bella.

But what happens when she gets her first wrinkle? And you never seem to look older than you have for the last hundred years? What happens when she isn't so gently prying?

Edward felt as though he was drowning in despair at the knowledge that Bella could never truly be his. As the tide came to sweep over his head, leaving him for undead, he felt her hot little hand on his cheek, pulling him up.

"Edward, I'm sorry. I won't ask again. Just don't make that face. I'm sorry, please come back," she urgently whispered. Without realizing it, Edward's emotions had written themselves across his face, and despair had attempted to break forth. If he hadn't heard Bella's voice, Edward would have been consumed.

"Bella," he said, voice wavering slightly, "I don't think I can talk about it," and she nodded, kissing him again, fiercely this time, yanking him completely back into the present. He pressed into her, real, here, now, alive and his, even if for only this moment. She ran her fingers through his hair, and hummed and he calmed, and they tangled themselves back into his sheets.

Bella's getting curious! Oh no—what's going to happen? We all know sex for Bella and Edward is everything; they can't go back now! Tune in next time for more lovin' and drama and emotions. All of which can get sticky. Lol. That was weird. I'm stopping now.

Err, right now.

-Compassion

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