Said it before, will say it again. Edward and Bella aren't mine, but this little love-story is.

Minor references to Restless Heart again in this chapter...can you spot them? And yeah...I kinda love that band.

Rated M because Edward is ready to re-claim his woman. Get ready...

Chapter 6: Need, Want, Desire...

BELLA'S APARTMENT

He hadn't been back in her little apartment since the day they'd packed her things to leave a year earlier. He glanced around quickly, and noticed that things were just as they'd always been, and made a mental note to really check things out later. He also wanted to pay a visit to her father's recording studio while he was here, but there would be time enough for that whenever. Right now, all he was focused on was Bella and the bed. He wanted his woman in his arms on that bed.

She barely had her door locked behind them when he began to ravish her. She was facing away from him, still fumbling with the deadbolt when he gently but firmly pressed her into the door from behind and pinned her into place. His hands lifted her hair to allow him free access to her neck, which he kissed, sucked, and nibbled as he whispered to her while he rubbed his heat into her bottom. "Baby girl, I missed you so much".
She responded, wriggling her bottom into his pants and putting her hands behind her to grab his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to go on, to continue.

His hands moved from her hair to her tee shirt, which he pulled over her head. She was braless, he had known. He had seen her nipples poking through her shirt when they were drinking in the bar; it was one of the reasons he needed to slam his shot of tequila back in one gulp. Oh, he couldn't wait to see those nipples again, the torture made his balls ache. For now, from behind her, he was content to reach around for a little touch. His fingers walked up her hips to her waistline and crept around to her navel, where they met at the narrowest part of her waist. Slowly, slowly, they inched up to her bare breasts, till each hand cupped a full orb. She moaned at the same time that his head leaned into her hair, resting, savoring the feel of her breasts in his hands. His fingers stroked and pulled at her nipples, coaxing them to attention. "Turn around, Bella", he whispered to her." If I don't see them soon, I'm going to die".

He released her and allowed her to pivot, but still kept her pinned against the door. She turned to face him, naked from the waist up, chest heaving; nipples at attention, eyes glazed and fixed on him, awaiting his next move. He cupped his hands over her breasts again, thumbs rubbing gently over her erect nipples as he leaned in for a long, wet kiss. He'd missed the taste of her tongue and needed her tongue dancing on his, but her nipples were erect on his fingertips and he ached to feel them in his mouth.

"Bella, you have no idea how much I missed you, how much I missed this" he whispered to her, his fingers flicking her nipples. The sensations were overwhelming her. He knew how sensitive her breasts were and he always paid extra attention to them during their lovemaking.
"Edward, please", she managed to say.
"What? Please what? Tell me what you want, sweetheart", he urged her as his mouth pulled a taut nipple in, hard. He felt her knees give way, and held her up by her waist so she wouldn't collapse to the floor.

She moaned, "Oh God", lifting her arms above her head and holding them there for a moment, then dropped them over his neck and held him tightly as he licked and sucked her nipples. He worked his magic on each side till she could barely stand any longer, till she pulled his mouth off her breasts and forced him to kiss her again, long and slow. When their kiss ended, before their lips parted, she spoke into his mouth, "Take me to the bed, Edward...please take me now".

With her arms still locked around his neck, and her naked breasts against his shirt, he lifted her under her bottom, directing her to lock her legs around his waist for the short walk across the room. He reached the bed and allowed her to dismount, where she hurriedly began to remove his shirt. She was as frantic for sexual contact now as he was, and it excited him enormously when she became the aggressor in their lovemaking.

Her hands went to his belt buckle and zipper, tugging down his jeans and boxers, freeing his cock, already so hard and throbbing, ready and yearning for her touch. She sat on the edge of her bed, topless in her jeans and looked at her lover, adoring his muscular manliness. She cocked her finger to him – come here - and he stepped forward and sucked in his breath deeply when she began stroking his balls with her soft hands.

"How long are you going to make me wait until you show me how much you missed me, Edward?" she asked as she began moving her hands up and down his shaft. She wet her lips with her tongue and licked him from the base of his cock to the bulging head where juices were escaping before he was able to find his voice and respond.
"Oh my God, stop. If you don't stop I'll cum right now, Bella", he panted, pulling her head back.

He pushed her gently back onto the bed and sucked in huge amounts of air to regain control. Feeling her mouth and tongue on him after a week without her nearly sent him over the edge. He'd watched her lips closing over him and knew he was getting close to losing it, but the feeling, God; the feeling when she'd made contact was when he knew he was a goner. He knew he'd have to take control of the situation or their make-up sex would be over before it started. He felt like he was hit by a fast moving train.

He unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and she lifted her little bottom to assist him in tugging them off her. Oh Jesus, she was pantiless. He gulped and licked his own lips at the sight of the pretty peach he loved so much. "God, I can't get over how beautiful you are when I see you naked like this", he whispered to her.

She slithered up higher on the bed for comfort, resting her head on her pillows and coaxing him up the bed beside her. He joined her and kissed her long and slow, rubbing his hand up and down the length of her body as he made out with her. His hand came to rest between her legs, and his fingers slipped inside her wetness, probing, rubbing, and moving in and out in a gentle rhythm that left her aching and breathless.

"Don't make me wait, Edward", she begged.
"You have to", he said. "I've missed tasting you there".

He slid down the length of her body and nudged her thighs apart with his jaw, his five o'clock shadow pleasantly rough on her inner legs.
He pulled at her womanly lips with his mouth and kissed her most intimately, extending his long tongue as far inside as he could, licking and tasting what he had missed for seven days. His fingers assisted him in her pleasure, gently finding her deep center, and then her clitoris, as he kissed and sucked, tasted and swallowed every drop she gave him. She spasmed violently into his mouth, her pleasure complete, nearly unable to breathe with the rapture.

He spread her legs apart wide and held them open with his knees as he lay on her and kissed her hard, allowing her to taste herself on his mouth. His erection was at her opening and he thrust inside her in one deep stroke.

"God, Edward!" she cried out "God!"

Sometimes she thought he forgot his size. He pulled her close and held her tightly to him and thrust inside her over and over and over, relentlessly. He forgot himself, forgot everything but his need and desire for her, forgot about trying to sustain his pleasure, knew only that she was his woman and he was with her again. He needed her, he needed her to know, and he called her name again and again as he made love to her, "Bella, Bella". With every thrust he pulled her closer and said her named more urgently, "Bella", until all she heard was the sound of her own name echoing in her ears mixing with the sound of the crashing waves of their mutual orgasms.

He lay spent and exhausted in her arms, still nestled between her legs as she stroked his back, his favorite thing, she knew, after their lovemaking. Her eyes filled with tears and spilled down her cheeks and she also felt dampness on her neck. It was several seconds before she realized those were his tears and not her own. They lay quietly without speaking, their tears co-mingling. Broken hearts were mending in the blessed glow of after-love.

Author Notes: Is it wrong of me to be jealous of make-believe?