A/N: Well, this story finally has a beta, so everyone graciously thank LastH00rStanding for taking on this crazy job! See you at the bottom!

-Jenny

BPOV

I woke up the next morning wrapped up in a cocoon of delicious smelling man. Not only was his leg thrown over mine, his right hand was firmly holding my left breast. Apparently Edward Cullen was a sleep groper. Trying to pry myself out of my Edward cocoon only made him hold on tighter until his hold on my boob was a full out knead. To say I was getting turned on would be a big understatement. I finally managed to get free and make it to the bathroom. After taking care of business - which included brushing my teeth via the un-opened toothbrush sitting out on the counter - I made my way back to bed, only to find Edward turned in the opposite direction. Climbing back into bed, I scooted up behind him and wrapped my arm around his front. I gave a quick kiss to his head and fell back asleep, only to be woken up - after what felt like just moments - by an exploring Edward.

"Good morning, beautiful." His greeting was somewhat muffled since his head was buried somewhere between my neck and shoulder. Slowly, he kissed back up my neck to my lips. We went at it like this for a bit, kissing and making out like two teenagers in the back seat of a car until I remembered where we were - in the middle of a rather large bed. Quickly forming an idea, I started pulling on him to let him know I wanted him on top of me. He complied easily, but the gentleman in him made sure it was what I wanted.

"Are you sure, Bella? I don't want to push you too far." I really loved the gentleman, but at that moment I wanted horny Edward.

"Positive. I'll tell you to stop if I think it's going too far…I promise." With that said, I wrapped my legs around him, grinding my wet center up into him.

EPOV

God, I swear Bella was trying to kill me. I don't know where this sexy Bella came from, but I hope she makes frequent appearances. Grinding myself back into Bella, I let my hands wander. Slowly I moved my hand down her side to her hip; the skin exposed from her shirt riding up during sleep. I softly caressed her skin, working my way lower with each rub, and unhooked her legs from around me. I made my way further down with my mouth, stopping to pay attention to her breasts.

Reluctantly, my lips left her skin to seek permission to remove her shirt. She gave it with a nod and I wasted no time removing the offending fabric. She started to cover herself up, but I quickly stopped her, grabbing her wrists as I said: "You're so beautiful…please don't hide yourself from me." She moved her hands away, laying them at her sides as I moved to her left and resumed my exploration. Starting with her face, I ran my fingertips over her cheeks to her lips, then down her chin to her chest. Once again I felt the need to explore with my mouth, kissing from her collarbone down the middle of her breasts and then outward. Her nipples were standing at attention - just begging to be licked - so I wrapped my lips around one of the pert little buds and gave it a flick with my tongue. She arched her back, and let out a breathy little moan that had my already-hard cock throbbing.

Taking that moan as the green light to continue, I hovered back over her, momentarily breaking the hold I had on her nipple. Pushing her legs apart, I settled in between them, feeling the heat she was giving off between her legs. God, I'm almost glad I don't remember the one time we were together. I don't think I'd be able to hold back now if I did.

Amazing sensations swept over me as I pushed my hips against her thigh causing the most delightful friction ever. Nothing would compare to being inside her - of this I was very sure - but for now this would have to do. Going back to her breasts, I continued to explore and tease them with kisses, licks, and soft little nibbles. Bella was a panting mess by then, and I have to say I wasn't too far from her. She grabbed onto my shoulders and pulled me up to her lips while grinding her pelvis back into me. Moving my hand down, I rubbed her inner thigh, inching my thumb under the edge of her panties but giving her a chance to stop me. I waited, and when no resistance came I moved my thumb again in search of that little nub. I rubbed slow, tight circles over her most sensitive spot, teasing her and making her moan louder until it finally happened; she came with my name spilling from her lips, her hands holding me in a death grip. Removing my hand from her, I kissed her hard and bucked my hips into her a few more times before I too came, calling her name.

BPOV

Dear God, if we ever have sex, I'm pretty sure I'll die from orgasm.

Edward had excused himself to get cleaned up, but not before showing me to the guest bathroom so I too could shower and get changed. I had to put on my clothes from the night before, but at least my body would be clean. We were going to stop by my place before going to get Ethan from Edward's parents. It's actually a good thing we didn't do more then we did, because Ethan had called me on my cell not too long after we had finished. Could there be anything more awkward then having your kid call you in the middle of sex? Not that I would know, but it's not something I want to experience any time soon.

We were clean, fed and out the door an hour later. After a brief stop at my place for a change of clothes, we were back on the way to Edward's parents to pick up Ethan. Although Esme still hadn't warmed up to me all that well, I was at least on good terms with Daddy Cullen.

We pulled up to the house about twenty minutes later. The place was huge but at the same time gave a welcome feeling. Edward got out and came around to let me out. Walking up to the house Edward opened the door, and within five seconds of his loud, "We're here," we heard footsteps running towards us. Ethan launched himself at Edward, barely managing to balance himself before he fell into the wall behind us.

"Hey buddy, did you have a good time?" Jumping down, Ethan led us into the living room, chattering non-stop about what he did the night before. "It was so much fun. We made homemade pizzas last night then we watched movies on the big TV downstairs and had popcorn and candy. I can't wait to come back here!" We were both laughing at his enthusiasm and the way he described the "big TV" which was really the mini movie theater they have downstairs.

Esme came in then and offered us both drinks, which we declined. She was still somewhat cold towards me but - all things considered - it could have been much worse. We left a short while later with Esme promising that we were welcome to visit anytime. She gave all of us hugs; yes, myself included. Deciding not to go straight home, we ended up at the park. Edward and Ethan were throwing a football (that he just "happened to have in his trunk") back and forth as I sat on a nearby bench. While I watched the two of them together, I couldn't help but think about Edward's offer. It really was a little early to decide one way or another, but I knew if I were to be impulsive my answer would be yes. I realized that Edward was right, that our living together would be better for Ethan - although after this morning I'm not sure how fond I was of the separate rooms idea. Maybe by then we'd be comfortable enough in our physical relationship to share a bed. There is, however, Ethan to think about. What would he think about us sharing a room? Would he think that it meant we'd be getting married?

I realized that the safest thing would be to talk to him about it. He's almost ten. I think we can be a little straighter with him about what we're thinking. Looking back up at them playing, I couldn't help but smile. There would be so many details to work out, but in the end, I think moving in together will be the right choice.

A/N: I know its shorter then what i've been doing but, I figured at least I gave you all something to read, right? See you next time!