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Chapter 17

I awoke slowly, my mind clouded with my erotic dreams of Edward. I stretched languorously, my limbs pleasantly heavy and my body lethargic. Images flashed behind my closed eyelids, each one more provocative than the one before. Edward singing to me at Maria's...followed by Edward kissing me at Maria's, passionate and unrestrained. Edward's pleading whisper for me to come home with him, and my stunned consent.

Next came the embarrassing part. My moment of insanity where I actually considered locking myself in the bathroom the entire night, followed by my humiliating outburst to him about my insecurities. God, had I really told him all that? Why he didn't go running from the room at the incontrovertible proof of my craziness would forever be a mystery to me.

I felt a shudder work its way down my entire frame as I remembered what had followed. His words, his touches, the feel of his hands, fingers and mouth on my body, and my body's reactions to those touches. An involuntary moan escaped my throat, and I froze, hoping that Edward hadn't heard me. When there was no answering noise, I opened my eyes reluctantly, and found myself alone in Edward's beautiful bed.

Well, not entirely alone. My hippo was sitting on the pillow that Edward had occupied last night, a note propped under his chin. I opened the paper and felt my eyes mist as I read the words penned in his elegant script.

Good morning, my beautiful Bella. Your hippo missed you last night, and I am already missing you this morning. Everything is set in the bathroom if you would like to take a shower. When you are ready, please join me in the kitchen. ~ E

As much as I would have loved to wake in his arms this morning, I was grateful for the privacy he was affording me after last night's intimacies. He knew me so well, knew that I would feel self-conscious awaking half-naked in his bed. I stretched once more, and the feel of the soft sheets gliding across my skin was enough to stir the embers of desire that were merely banked, not extinguished, in Edward's absence. I knew it would take very little to fan that desire into an inferno when I was in his presence again.

It was that thought of being with him again that fueled the speed of my morning routine. Within twenty minutes, I was showered and dressed, my drying hair pulled back into a pony tail as I padded down the hallway to the kitchen. I stopped in the doorway, watching and listening to Edward.

He stood at the counter, his back to the doorway, singing along with the music playing from his docked iPod. The song choice made me smile. Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison had always been one of my favorites, ever since Charlie had taken to calling me that when I was little. Now listening to Edward sing along vaulted the song to the top of my favorites. Although to be honest, every song I had heard him sing quickly became a favorite. I couldn't wait to download the one he had sung for me last night.

He was wearing fitted black jeans, a light gray tee shirt, and a silvery gray button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was rumpled, and when he turned his head to the side, I saw that he had not shaved. The appealing shadow on his jaw made me want to feel it against my cheeks...and other areas of my body that tingled at the thought.

"Good morning, Bella," he said over the music, turning his head to look at me, that devastating crooked smile on his lips. Edward stepped away from the counter, a swagger to his step that made me want to throw myself at him right here in the kitchen. "You, my... my brown eyed girl," he sang softly, slipping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. "Do you remember when we used to sing," he murmured, bending down to kiss me.

I sighed with contentment, raising my hand to his neck so I could bury my fingers in the hair at his nape, holding him closer as his mouth opened over mine and his tongue surged forward to wish mine a good morning. He tasted like toothpaste, and coffee, and that unmistakable flavor that was all Edward. He sucked my bottom lip between both of his, nibbling lightly, and I could feel his smile against my mouth before he kissed me softly one more time and pulled back.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, raising a folded hand to my face to stroke my cheek with the back of his fingers.

"Yes," I said a little breathlessly, feeling my blush rise as I remembered how quickly I had fallen asleep after our bedscapades. The blush deepened considerably when I considered the aroused state in which I had left him in to float off into dreamland. "How about you?"

"Best night's sleep I've had in years," he said softly, rubbing his nose against mine. "I've got some breakfast. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I've got fruit, bagels, pastries, and some scones. And the nectar of the gods, coffee, of course." He glanced at the clock. "I figure we've got about half an hour before we need to leave, right?"

I checked the time, surprised that I wasn't racing the clock as I usually did. Edward handed me a steaming cup of coffee and gestured for me to sit at the table. He hadn't been kidding when he said he had an assortment of items. I took some fresh fruit and half of a bagel, my stomach rumbling with hunger. I noticed that he was watching me over the rim of his coffee cup, a half smile on his face. "What?" I asked self-consciously. I ran my thumb across my upper lip, wondering if I had cream cheese smeared on my face.

"I just can't believe that you're here with me, that I was actually able to convince you to spend the weekend with me," Edward told me, leaning forward and putting his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his fist as he smiled at me. "Last night, the way you let me touch you, and the way you responded? That was the sexiest thing ever Bella, and I can't wait until I have you all to myself again tonight. That's the only reason I was able to leave your side this morning, with the promise of tonight."

I felt a deep, hot blush stain my cheeks. Even my ears were burning. I had never felt particularly sexy with Jacob. For the majority of our pre-baby time as lovers, I had simply been flushed and awkward. I remember feeling guilty and worried about getting caught, ironic considering our shotgun wedding. Our friendship and comfort with one another didn't translate well into passion. When you added the stress of raising two young children while trying to build a business to the mix, the toll on our sexual relationship was high. During the years following the birth of our children, I had been too self-conscious about my post-baby body, and with our marriage crumbling even then, sex was not something that we indulged in frequently. When the urges became too much and we did come together that way, it was with the guilty acknowledgment that the feelings weren't what they were supposed to be and the end result was often rushed and unsatisfying. The two year drought that Rosalie had been unable to fathom had actually been preceded by quite some measure of time without any true sexual satisfaction or emotional connection.

But last night with Edward made me feel so many different things, some for the first time ever. I felt wanted. By focusing only on my pleasure, I felt like he really wanted to be with me and wasn't just looking for a sexual release of his own. I felt pretty. No not pretty, but beautiful. Sexy. Desired. And empowered by his response to my body. It took all the restraint I had to not get up from the table, grab him by the arm, and take him back upstairs to finish what we had started last night. I knew that Edward could read the thought in my eyes when he inhaled sharply and clenched his fist against the table.

"I need to get you to work before I don't let you go to work at all," he said hoarsely, confirming my assumption.

"What are you going to be doing today?" I asked.

"Working as well," Edward answered. "I hear there's this great bookstore and café downtown where I can work from my laptop," he teased, gesturing to the briefcase near the doorway. As we finished our breakfasts and gathered our things, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation when I thought of returning to his home later that evening.

It was busy at A New Page, and I was on my feet running from the moment the doors opened. Edward spent most of the day at one of the desks directly in my line of sight, and I rather enjoyed that every time I looked up I could study his handsome profile. He left twice, once to get lunch for the two of us and Angela, and once just before closing to pick up dinner, so that we wouldn't have to run out tonight. The enticing smell of pizza filled the Volvo, and I couldn't wait to get home and relax.

Thirty minutes later, the pizza box sat on the coffee table, over half the pizza gone. I sat with my back to the armrest of the sofa, my feet on the cushion beside me. Edward returned from the kitchen with two bottles of beer and handed one to me.

"I can't believe how sore my feet are," I said with a groan, gratefully accepting the drink and settling back against the couch. "I don't think I sat down for more than ten minutes all day long."

"It was really busy. If today is any indication, A New Page is going to be a favorite Saturday hangout," Edward predicted. He sat down on the cushion next to me, beer in one hand, lifting my feet into his lap. Before I could protest he was tugging my socks off and sweeping his thumb along the arch of my foot.

I was embarrassed by the loud groan of pleasure that forced its way from my throat at his touch. Edward grinned, taking a swig of his beer. "Feel good?" he teased.

"Oh gods," I breathed as he applied a little more pressure. "Pure heaven, don't stop. Just make sure you stay away from my toes," I warned him.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Really? Why is that?" he asked, his thumb sweeping across the ball of my foot and sliding between my toes. My foot jerked involuntarily, kicking Edward's bottle of beer and spilling it all over his shirt, and I clapped my hand over my mouth in horror. "Ticklish much, Bella?" he asked calmly, dripping beer from his chin onto the button down and tee shirt...which was rather appealingly plastered to his chest.

"I'm so sorry," I said, meaning it wholeheartedly but unable to stop the giggle from escaping. "But I did warn you," I reminded him.

"You think this is funny, do you?" he asked, gesturing to the river of beer that had been absorbed by his shirts and was still dripping off his jaw. I snorted this time, lifting my own beer bottle to my lips teasingly. Edward watched while I took a long swallow, and as soon as I moved the bottle from my face, he grabbed my ankles and gave a tug, pulling me forward and making me spill my beer all over my shirt. I looked up at him, wide-eyed with shock. "Oops?" he said innocently.

"Edward," I scolded him, my tone serious. "My shirt is soaked. What am I supposed to do now?"

"Well, you could always just take it off," he suggested, the heat in his eyes belying his attempt at an angelic expression. Edward set his nearly empty beer bottle on the coffee table with a loud clunk. "As a matter of fact, I should probably wash mine before the stain sets in." He crossed his arms over his torso, grabbed the hem of his tee shirt, and pulled both the tee shirt and his button down over his head in one swift movement.

I had never seen Edward without his shirt before. Sure, I had caught glimpses of his abs when his shirt rode up, and admired the stretch of his shirts over his pectorals or shoulders, and I had certainly caught glimpses of his chest hair. The sight of him now, completely shirtless before me, made my mouth water. Edward had a lean build, but the muscle he did have was well defined. He had just the right amount of chest hair, a few shades lighter than the hair on his head and it appeared just as silky to the touch. My eyes lingered on the darker, more defined trail that started at his navel and disappeared under the waistband of his jeans, which rode low enough on his hips for me to see the band for his boxer briefs. The glimpse of his obliques had me itching to trace the 'V' with my fingertips...or my tongue. Maybe both.

Edward cleared his throat, and I realized I had been staring open-mouthed at his chest. I jerked my eyes back to his, noting his gaze was filled with amusement. "What about your shirt, Bella?" he murmured. I looked down, and my silky blouse was all but transparent where the beer had spilled. Even through the plain white cotton of my modest bra, my nipples were peaked and pressing against the fabric. I knew that Edward noticed as well when he licked his lips.

I jumped up from the couch and held my hand out. "Here, I'll take your chest…I mean your shirts! And I'll lick…I mean launder them! Where's the washing machine?" I asked, my voice bordering on the edge of hysteria. Edward's smile got wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"In the room off the kitchen," he said, standing as well and handing his shirts to me. His fingers stroked mine deliberately as he handed off the ball of fabric, and when I walked past him on trembling legs, he trailed his fingertips along my shoulder and down my back. I found the laundry room without difficulty and opened the washer, separating his two shirts and putting them inside the machine. I unbuttoned my blouse and threw it into the washer with his clothes. It wasn't until I had added the soap and started the wash cycle that I suddenly realized I had nothing to wear back out into the living room. I glanced around frantically for a shirt, a towel, anything, trying to stop myself from hyperventilating. I turned toward the doorway and there stood Edward. Leaning against the jam with his hands stuffed in his jean pockets, forcing the fabric even further down his hips, his smile was now a smirk as he studied me clad in only my slacks and bra.

"What?" I asked him petulantly, crossing my arms over my chest.

Edward's smirk transformed to a full-fledged grin. "That was easier than I thought. Thank you."

"What was easier than you thought?"

"Getting you out of your shirt," he said, stepping forward, crowding me in the small room. I shuffled backward until I felt the wall at my back, and I felt my breathing pick up. It wasn't from a feeling of claustrophobia, oh no. I wanted to be even closer to him, so that there wasn't even an inch of space between us. Again, Edward seemed to read my thoughts in my gaze, and he stepped even closer.

Edward pressed the length of his body into mine. I couldn't look away from his eyes, They were locked with mine as he took my hands and held them above my head.

"Bella....." Edward's voice was husky as he pressed his hips to mine. I groaned before I could stop myself. His lips grazed my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "I want you....I want you now, please."

I was breathing just as hard as he was, my voice trapped in my throat. I leaned forward and licked an errant drop of beer off Edward's collarbone. "I want you more." I nipped the skin there and felt Edward's fingers tighten around my wrists.

"Bella, you are dangerous."

I felt dangerous. For only the second time in my life I felt sexy, and desired, all due to Edward. Our eyes met again and I bit my lower lip, knowing what it did to him. "Only as dangerous as you are for me Edward."

Edward leaned down and picked me up and I squealed as he began to carry me backwards out of the laundry room. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tight, pressing kisses to his shoulder and neck, and within moments we were in his bedroom. Edward set me down gently on the bed, and I reluctantly released him from the circle of my legs. With a smile he picked up the hippo that was sitting there. "Sorry pal, I don't share, especially tonight."

I giggled a little watching him put the toy in the chair. My giggle died when he turned back and I could see very clearly how uncomfortable his jeans had become, the fly bulging with his erection. I unconsciously bit my lip again at the sight, and groaned when he surged forward, pressing me back on the bed and covering my mouth with his in a frenzied kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him tighter against me as his lips traced the column of my throat and down to my shoulder. He licked along my collarbone. "You taste like beer," he said with a laugh.

"I can go take a shower," I offered weakly, not sure that my legs would even hold me if I attempted to stand.

"We can take one later," he murmured, and the thought of being in the shower with Edward was enough to send another shiver through me. He grasped the shoulder strap of my bra between his forefinger and thumb, slowing sliding it down my shoulder. "I've got you right where I want you, and I'm not letting you go."

I took a deep, unsteady breath, too aroused to speak, but the sound made Edward pause and pull back. "Everything okay?" he asked, studying me with worry in his eyes. "Am I moving too fast for you? I still mean what I said yesterday, I just want to be close to you."

I reached up with trembling fingers and brushed his jaw. "No, not too fast. I want to be close to you too, to be with you," I emphasized the word so Edward would not mistake my meaning, and the fire in his eyes flared. "It's just been a long time, and I'm a little nervous."

"How long, Bella?" he asked, the fingertip of his index finger tracing a lazy pattern across my collarbones, dipping down to the valley between my breasts, and following the cup of my bra. I shivered again, the sensation unbelievably erotic, and my nipples tightened further. Edward leaned down and pressed a kiss to first one nipple, then the other, through the smooth cotton of my bra, swiping his tongue once across each straining peak. Even through the fabric, the sensation made my eyes roll back into my head.

What had he just asked? "Um…a couple of years," I admitted in a breathy voice. Jesus, I didn't want to talk about Jacob when I was in Edward's bed. "And to be honest, in the years leading up to our separation, only a handful of times."

"Jacob's a fool," Edward whispered, his tongue now tracing the path his fingertips had taken as his hands moved lower. His fingers were caressing my ribs, my abdomen, dipping into my navel before tracing along the band of my slacks. "It's been a while for me, too, Bella," he murmured against my skin, and I wondered if he was hiding from me. "As soon as I found out Heidi was cheating on me, I was done. While going through the divorce, Emmett encouraged me to find another woman, and I tried a couple of times. But that's just not me. I can't do a random hookup." Edward looked up at me then, and the bold honesty in his eyes made my heart flutter. "This is not just about sex, Bella. I care for you, and I want to show you how much."

I felt a tear slip from the corner of my eye as I reached for him, any reticence I may have felt dissolving at his beautiful words. I buried my fingers in his hair and pulled his face to mine, opening my mouth to his so that our tongues could tangle. "Oh, me too, Edward!" I half sighed, half sobbed into his open mouth. I took his upper lip between mine as he sucked my lower lip between his, and I moaned loudly when his hand swept down my abdomen, across my hip, and along my thigh to grasp my knee and pull my leg up over his hip. Edward pressed his hardness into the juncture of my thighs, and I pressed back against him, wanting nothing more than the barriers between us gone so I could feel the slide of his skin against mine.

Edward's hands stroked up my sides, fingertips slowly dragging over my ribs, causing a bubble of laughter to rise in my throat. That laughter died, replaced by a sharp intake of breath, when his hands cupped my breasts. His nimble fingers made quick work of the clasp, sliding the straps from my shoulders and discarding the garment off the side of the bed. I heaved a shuddering sigh as his lips found first one aroused nipple, then the other. He alternated between the stiff peaks, his fingers plucking and smoothing the breast which did not have the focus of his talented lips and tongue. I dug my fingers into his hair, arching my back and forcing my swollen flesh even deeper between his lips as low groans escaped my throat at regular intervals.

Restless, wanting and needing more, my hands smoothed across Edward's shoulders and down his back. My fingertips explored the curve of his spine, palms coming to rest just above the waistband of his jeans, before venturing lower. I slid my hands into the back pockets of his jeans and squeezed the ass that I had ogled for so many months. I lifted my hips, sliding my other leg so that both of his were now positioned between mine.

"Bella," he breathed, rocking his hips into mine as I tilted my pelvis toward him. Even with the layers of fabric separating our bodies, I nearly went cross-eyed with pleasure when his erection rubbed against my clit. Edward slid one hand between our bodies, his suddenly clumsy fingers working the button on my woolen slacks. I lowered my hips to give him better access, and he had the button and zipper down in a flash as he sat up on his knees, his fingers grasping the fabric at my hips and tugging it down my legs, my pants joining my bra on the floor. I lay back again, surprisingly not self-conscious clad only in my cotton panties, and studied him through heavy-lidded eyes. His lips were red and swollen, his hair a riot of glorious waves that stood out in all directions from my fingers, and the look of desire in his eyes mirroring my own thoughts and feelings.

I pushed myself to a sitting position and then knelt as Edward was, reaching out to explore his chest. The hair beneath my fingertips was silky, the muscles hard and warm. I circled his nipples with my thumbs, scraping my nail lightly over the tight peaks, enjoying his shudder and how his jaw tensed when he threw his head back and tried unsuccessfully to suppress his groan. I pressed my lips to his chest just about his heart, reveling in the feel of his rapid heartbeat, opening my mouth to trace my tongue across the hard planes of his chest.

I briefly took one nipple, then the other, between my lips, scissoring the peaks as he had done to me, smiling when Edward groaned and uttered, "fuuuuuuck!" My fingers trailed and teased along the firm muscles of his abdomen as I continued to kiss and lick his chest, collarbones, and shoulders. I traced my index finger down the center of his abdomen and dipped into his navel, then followed the thickening trail of hair to where it disappeared into his jeans. The sight of his denim-encased erection, hard and ready for me, made my mouth water. Although I had never particularly enjoyed going down on Jacob, I suddenly wanted nothing more that to have Edward's cock fill my mouth, his hands fisting my hair, tongue swirling and lips sucking him until I made him scream my name the way I had screamed his last night. I was surprised at the images and words in my mind, things I had formerly thought of as dirty, depraved, or disrespectful. In my heart I knew that nothing that Edward and I did together could ever be considered in any of those negative ways. Not that dirty was always disrespectful…

I felt my clit twitch at the thought, and the low throbbing between my legs became more pronounced, more urgent. I needed this man, and I needed him now. I reached down to cup his erection, squeezing once, then again a second time before I set my fingers to work freeing him from his denim prison. He plunged his fingers in my hair, pulling my face to his as he kissed me desperately, his lips sucking, tongue stroking and teeth nipping.

As my fingers worked the first button of his jeans my frustration grew. I loved the sight of those button fly jeans on Edward, but in my current state of frenzied arousal a zipper would have been nice. Or elastic-waist sweat pants. "Off," I growled against his lips, taking the bottom one between my teeth and nipping, then sucking it full into my mouth the way I wanted to suck his cock.

"Impatient," he growled in return, approval in his tone and a smile on his lips. His fingers slid down my body, pausing to gently pinch my nipples, before his hands joined mine, our fingers fumbling in our haste.

"You make me that way," I told him, my lips tracing his jaw, my tongue rasping against his neck. Despite my nervousness, I was no shy, blushing, wedding-night virgin. I was a grown woman who knew how good sex could feel…and exactly how good this man in particular could make me feel. And somewhere within me I knew that what had happened last night was only the very beginning of the things I would feel with him.

I pushed his hands aside as I wrested the second button free. Edward's hands immediately went to my hips, hooking his thumbs in the elastic of my waistband and tugging my panties halfway down my thighs. He stroked his palm over my mound, the tip of his index finger finding and pressing my clit, making me groan loudly as a tremor wracked my body. "Wet," he moaned as his fingers slid through my slick, swollen folds.

"You make me that way, too," I told him, my fingers freeing the third button. Impatient, my hands moved to his hips, trying to tug down the half-fastened jeans. Edward released me with a reluctant groan, sliding back and getting to his feet at the side of the bed. I watched as his hands dropped to his jeans, those musician's fingers that played me even better than they played his guitar working the last button free. He hooked his thumbs in the belt loops and tugged, the jeans sliding over his hips, down his muscled and hair-roughened thighs, past his adorably knobby knees and firm calves, and pooling at his ankles before he stepped out of them entirely.

Edward took another step towards the bed, but I put my hand up to stop him. He paused, raising an amused eyebrow at me, as I blatantly studied him. His dark gray boxer briefs fitted snugly, the impressive bulge beneath pressing against the fabric so that I could see the ridge of his head. There was a large damp spot at the tip, and again the longing to have him in my mouth, to taste him, almost became a compulsion. I reached out to drag a fingernail from the tip to the base and back up again before folding my fingers around him. He fisted his hands at his sides, groaning loudly as that part of him under my hand twitched.

I slid my hands up to the waistband and then followed the band around to the back, plunging my hands beneath the elastic to grasp and squeeze his naked ass, drawing him towards me. Edward's lips collided with mine as he took my mouth almost violently with his. He pulled me to him, his arm holding me tightly as he put one knee on the bed, pulling off my panties and flinging them away as he eased me off of my knees and on my back again. He never broke the kiss as he settled between my legs, his boxers now the only barrier between us.

"Off!" I commanded again, sliding his boxer briefs down as far as my arms would reach. He reached down to help me, and I tossed his boxers without a care to where they would land as he returned hot, heavy and ready, between my legs. I wrapped my legs around his, tilting my pelvis toward him and feeling his thick length slide between my folds.

Edward stilled at this newest contact, braced on his forearms above me. His eyes were pinched closed, his jaw tight as he clenched his teeth, almost like he was in pain. I reached up to caress his cheek with my hand, smoothing his brow with my fingertips. His face slowly relaxed, and when he opened his eyes, the green warmth there made my heart stutter.

"Sorry love, I had to get control before I completely and utterly embarrassed myself like a seventeen-year-old virgin," he whispered huskily, turning his face to place a kiss on my palm, then nuzzling his nose against mine before placing a feather-light kiss on my lips. Edward's tongue teased my lips, which I opened to him with a quiet sigh. Our lips whispered against one another, tongues twisting, sliding and tasting, the kiss deepening with each passing moment. I slid the hand cupping his cheek into his hair, gripping and tugging, trying to pull him closer. He shifted so he was lying on his side, bringing me with him so that our bodies were flush from nose to toes.

I slid my leg up and over his, my knee resting along his hip as I slid a hand between us to explore the muscles of his chest. He imitated my action, sliding his thigh between both of my legs until it was flush with my center. I groaned into his mouth, knowing he could feel how wet I was, but I couldn't find it in myself to care with him pressed against me like this. His hand swept down my side to grasp my hip, sliding slowly along the crease where my thigh met my torso, tracing maddeningly light patterns along the top of my thigh and my pelvis. The muscles there contracted at the provocative, yet too little contact. I felt him smile into our kiss, and I frowned at the teasing, my fingers stroking down his abdomen to boldly take his erection in my hand. His cock was hot and smooth to the touch, thick and turgid wrapped in my fingers, and when I squeezed him lightly, his entire body shuddered against mine. I rubbed my thumb over the head, spreading the bead of precum there and stroking down to his base and back up again, and I wished that I could see as well as feel him.

Edward let out a feral growl, his lips sliding from mine to latch on the sensitive spot on my neck he knew drove me crazy. He pressed me back into the pillows again, his lips dipping lower, pressing soft kisses to my collarbone, sliding down to tease my nipples with soft nibbles and licks before he moved even lower. His fingers pressed between my thighs, no longer teasing but seeking, stroking. His thumb circled my clit as he slid his fingers along the folds slick with my arousal before suddenly plunging first one, then two fingers inside of me.

"Edward!" I cried out hoarsely, feeling my body already starting to convulse around his fingers. As good as it had felt last night, I didn't want to come this way, too reminiscent of the lonely manner in which I had come so many times before this man was in my life. I wanted Edward inside of me. I wanted to give him my climax and take his while we were joined in the most elemental of ways. My hands frantically grabbed at his shoulders and back, his skin now slippery with sweat. I tugged on his hair as his tongue traced my navel and dipped even lower still. "Please, Edward, no" I groaned, sobbing, as his perfect lips found my clit and sucked it gently into his mouth, his flattened tongue making broad sweeps as his fingers continued to pump in and out of my body.

Edward stopped the moment he heard the word no, looking up at me, his eyes dark with passion and lit with confusion. I groaned anew at the sight of him between my thighs, where I had imagined him so many times. "I need you inside me, please!" I cried, reaching for him, my hands on his face as I pulled him towards me.

Edward's confusion vanished and he surged up to kiss me, reaching under the pillow to grab a foil packet I hadn't known was hidden there. He paused for a moment, ripping it open and rolling the condom over his length while I pressed open-mouthed kisses to his shoulder and chest, watching him prepare for me. When he turned back to me, I lay back on the pillows, my arms stretched out to him, ready to take this man as my lover, and to become his.

"Are you sure, love?" Edward asked hoarsely, positioning himself between my legs. I could feel his erection right where his fingers had been and it took all my restraint not to lift my hips and take him inside me. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, then my cheek, then my lips. "I need you to be sure."

I lifted my leg, running my foot along his calf and the back of his knee. "I have never been more certain of anything. Please, Edward." I knew I was begging but didn't care as he slowly surged forward, finally where I wanted him.

There was so much I had forgotten, so much that came back to me as we joined our bodies. I had forgotten the pressure, the stretching as his body invaded mine, a little uncomfortable at first as I adjusted to his size. I had forgotten the fullness, and the lovely, lovely friction as he slid home. Most of all, I had forgotten how it felt to have a beautiful man over me and inside me, feeling the same way I did, and I cried inwardly as I realized all I had been missing, and all that I now had here with Edward.

"Oh God, Bella," Edward groaned, pressing soft kisses to my face. His body was shaking over mine as he held himself still with rigid control. I didn't need his stillness. I didn't want his control. I needed him, just as wild and wanton as he made me feel. I flexed my hips, wrapping my thighs over his, and I felt him quiver inside me.

He started thrusting, withdrawing almost completely before slowly stroking back in until his hips were flush with mine, then back out again, the pace maddeningly slow. I raked my nails down his back, grasping his ass and pulling him tighter to me. Edward's lips found mine, his kisses as slow and sweet at his lovemaking, building in intensity as the pace increased. I gasped, sighed and groaned into his mouth as our bodies moved together, closer, faster. His answering sounds fueled my desire. The swear words he whispered under his breath were beautiful accolades, his grunts of ecstasy as our bodies collided as sweet as the songs he sang.

Edward grasped my hips as he rose, kneeling between my legs. The change in angle hit the same sweet spot his fingers had the night before and I trembled, feeling myself starting to come apart around him. His eyes were dark as he watched me, and he reached out to take my hand, lacing our fingers together and pressing my hand to the mattress beside us. His other hand slid down my hip, fingers exploring where our bodies were joined, and I felt my orgasm start the moment his fingers pressed against my clit.

Edward seemed to feel it too, and he increased the tempo and depth of his thrusts as he stroked me in counterpoint. I barely recognized the voice as my own, the sounds of pleasure forced from my throat so primal and raw as my climax built. Then all functioning thoughts ceased as my body quivered around him, my body pulsing on his length as I screamed his name.

Edward continued to thrust and stroke through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was almost sobbing. Just when I was winding down, he pressed deeply into me and I could feel his release begin, his erection throbbing within me and setting off another shorter, but no less intense climax. He leaned down to claim my lips once again, and we both groaned at the feel of our bodies contracting in time with one another, our panting breaths intermingling.

Edward rested his forehead against mine, rubbing his nose gently across my cheekbones, forehead and nose as we quieted. I raised a trembling hand to his head, stroking his hair and then tugging lightly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He shuddered one more time, kissing me before he pulled away. Immediately, my body felt bereft and empty at his departure and my groan was pained. He echoed it with one of his own, rolling to his side to grab a tissue and dispose of the condom. Once finished, Edward reached down and grabbed the covers, sliding behind me and pulling me to him, wrapping his arms around me and sliding his leg between both of mine as he covered us with the blankets.

No words were exchanged, only sleepy caresses, soft kisses and tired sighs. Edward fell asleep first, his soft snore making me smile as his heavy limbs pleasantly trapped me against him. I drifted off to sleep, exhausted but happier than I had been in a long, long time.

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