For some reason it felt a little too scandalous to post this chapter before dark... Let's earn that M rating. ;)

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Previously:

Despite any reservations I had about what this night would bring, having only met Edward a few hours ago, I knew I needed to go through with this. I needed it, needed him, like I needed air and water to survive.

And so, I brought my hands up to cup his face, and whispered the only thing I knew I desperately wanted.

"Be mine."

Chapter 8
BPOV

We were a flurry of kisses, moans, wandering hands, and flying clothes. The first time Edward pressed his lips to mine, gentle and sweet, I sighed softly into his mouth. He moved slowly at first, drawing back for a few small pecks, before diving in again. He ran the tip of his tongue lightly along my bottom lip and I opened to him, enjoying the taste of him as we moved together. My hands flew to his hair, lightly tugging as I'd been dying to do all night, and he groaned.

When we both were out of breath, he moved his lips down the column of my neck, stopping to suck lightly at my pulse point. His hands rubbed up and down my sides, each time moving slightly higher until he reached the sides of my breasts. He passed lightly over my curves one time before dropping his hands to the hem of my sweater, looking at me for confirmation.

"Please," I moaned, enjoying the slow torture when he dragged the backs of his fingers along my body as he lifted my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor.

His eyes raked over me hungrily, my chest heaving as I struggled to calm my breathing.

"I believe you said this was getting uncomfortable?" he whispered huskily as he reached out and quickly flicked open the front clasp of my bra. Both breasts spilled out and Edward drew in a sharp breath before moving his hands up to brush the straps off my shoulders, then cupping me in his large hands. He kneaded my flesh, not too hard but not too soft either, and I moaned embarrassingly loudly when he ran his thumbs over my hardened nipples.

My nipples had always been very sensitive, but Jacob had never wanted to spend much time on them, preferring to get to the actual act. I was extremely pleased when Edward stayed focused on my breasts for a few minutes, rubbing and tugging at different intensities to gauge what I liked. His ministrations were pushing me closer and closer to the edge, and when he leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth, I almost came.

I was sure any more would push me over. I moaned his name and Edward looked up – he must have noticed the state I was in, as he immediately increased the pressure of his movements. He lapped lightly at one pebbled nub, sucking gently, while continuing to manipulate the other with his fingers. Without warning he switched sides, running his fingernails over the breast his mouth had freed and biting down lightly on my other nipple, and I was done for. I screamed out as my body clenched in waves, holding tightly to Edward's shoulders as I tried to regain my balance.

He swept me up in his arms and carried me into the nearest room, laying me down gently on the couch and removing his own shirt before pressing his body over mine. I reveled in the feeling of our warm skin touching.

"You're so beautiful when you come," Edward smiled, running a hand along my cheek. I couldn't help leaning into his palm. When I looked up, his eyes had darkened again. "I'm going to make sure you do that many more times tonight."

I shivered at his words, but suddenly felt somewhat uneasy. I had never orgasmed more than once, and never during sex. Jacob usually tried to take care of me beforehand, but it didn't always happen. Despite Edward's ability to make me come already, I wasn't sure I could do it again, and somehow … I didn't want to disappoint him.

Edward noticed me over-thinking things and furrowed his brow. "What's wrong, baby?"

I smiled instinctively at the pet name, and tried to calm myself down. "Nothing, I just … don't know if I can do that again?" It came out as a question and I was sure I was bright red.

He relaxed and gave me an easy smile. "Just leave it up to me. I'll take care of you." For some reason, his statement felt more intimate than the current context.

We gazed unblinkingly at each other for a moment before his crooked grin was back, and he slid his hands down my body to the waistband of my jeans. He released the button and zipper and slowly peeled my jeans and panties down my legs, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin as it was revealed to him. When I was completely bare before him, he sat back on his heels and stared down at me, eyes hooded and intense.

"Beautiful…" he whispered, before lowering his mouth between my legs.

He took one long, slow lick and I shuddered at the extreme pleasure, moving my hands to his head to stop him. He looked up, confused.

"You don't … you don't have to d-do th-that," I stammered. "I don't, ah…"

His eyes grew dark as he regarded me. "Has no one ever done this for you before?"

"No…" I whispered. "He didn't really like it, and I guess I didn't either."

Edward shook his head slowly, the light scruff on his chin tickling my inner thigh. I giggled without meaning to, and he smiled up at me, fingers caressing the sensitive spot. "I guarantee you, Bella," he stated confidently, "If you didn't enjoy it then he wasn't doing it right."

He proceeded to show me exactly what he meant. He teased me with his tongue and fingers until I was crying out again, my entire body practically convulsing off the couch as my second orgasm ripped through me. Edward held me close until the tremors stopped and I could once again open my eyes.

He smirked at me, and I cut him off before he could say anything. "Feeling pretty cocky there, mister?" As I spoke, I ran my hand across the extremely hard bulge in his jeans, causing him to groan.

I continued to stroke him until he stilled my hand, asking with his eyes if I was willing to move this to the bedroom. I let him lead me down a hallway until we came to a large open room with a king sized bed. I climbed on and leaned back against the pillows, watching as Edward stopped by the edge of the bed to pull off the rest of his clothes before moving to hover over me. I felt him against my leg and reached down to touch him, sliding my fingers lightly up and down his length. After a minute or so, Edward growled and flipped us over, pulling me on top of him.

"Stop teasing me, woman," he whined playfully, ticking my ribs lightly. My hips wiggled in response, causing my slick wetness to glide against him. He was rock-hard and smooth against me, and we both sucked in a sharp breath at the contact.

"Shit," Edward whisper-moaned, stilling my hips with his hands. I rested my own hands on top of his, and started shifting my hips, sliding up and down his length. When he started thrusting his hips to meet mine, I moved my hands on either side of his head to brace myself on the bed, leaning down just enough for my nipples to brush against his chest with our rocking motion. The friction was incredible, and he moved just enough to press against my clit with each pass. Our breathless pants filled the room.

At one point, he slid down so far that his tip rested against my entrance. We both paused, uncertain. Suddenly Edward's eyes widened almost comically and he leaned his head back, exhaling sharply. I wondered what was wrong when he spoke up, sounding sheepish.

"Ah, I just realized that I don't have … anything." His eyes shifted to look down at where we were connected, then back up to meet mine. "I'm clean, but…"

I had only ever been with Jacob, though we had never used a condom, so I had gotten myself tested after the divorce, just in case. "I am, too." I realized when he didn't start moving again that Edward was waiting for something else. A brief pang of sadness flashed through me before I tamped it down, not wanting to over think things and ruin this moment with him. I reached over to brush the hair out of his face, giving him what I hoped was a reassuring smile.

"There's nothing to worry about."

Edward smiled back before motioning for me to roll over. He crawled up my body, nudging my legs apart and settling himself between them. He reached down to line us up, and held my eyes captive as he started to slowly slide inside me. It was the most intense moment of my life: the tender way he stroked my hair as he waited for me to stretch to fit him, how we never lost eye contact, the feeling of being filled so completely.

When he was finally fully seated, he took a deep breath and paused before starting to shift his hips. Every slide out brought more delicious friction; every thrust in brought a new wave of pleasure. He was hard and hot and fit me perfectly. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced – I felt as though we were becoming one body, one soul, together.

It only took a few minutes before he had me back on the ledge, and I could tell he was close as well. When Edward reached down between us to feel where we were joined, and began rubbing circles around my clit with his thumb, I fell right over, moaning his name as I shattered around him. My body was hypersensitive from my previous two orgasms, drawing this one out longer than ever before. My walls continued to clench around him and pulled him over with me, and he pulsed inside of me, shooting warm streams deep into my core.

He collapsed on top of me and then rolled us over onto our sides, still holding me to him tightly. After our breathing had returned close to normal, Edward left the bed to move into what I assumed was the adjoined bathroom, returning quickly with a warm, wet towel. He gently cleaned me up, and I had never felt so cared for. We each used the bathroom and then tumbled back into the bed with him spooned behind me. I was deliciously exhausted and barely felt a brief kiss on my temple before I dozed off.

I woke up suddenly, momentarily disoriented and wondering where I was. Soft light was streaming through the partially closed unfamiliar curtains; it must have been shortly after dawn. When I finally realized where I was, I turned my head slightly to look at the sleeping man beside me. His hair was disheveled from our activities and from sleep, and one hand was still attached to my hip.

As I gazed at him, my mind starting imagining what this life could be like. Waking up beside Edward, him leaning in to kiss me with a crooked grin, neither of us wanting to get out of bed, our hands roaming freely; then we were suddenly interrupted by a pair of soft giggles as a boy with Edward's copper hair and a young mini-me came crashing into the room, jumping up beside us on the bed…

I gasped sharply and sat up abruptly, only pausing for a second to make sure I hadn't woken Edward. His hand had slipped off of me and he frowned in his sleep, grabbing at the sheets. After a few moments he stilled, and I gently touched his forehead, rubbing away the creased lines.

I carefully climbed out of bed, standing naked in the middle of the room without a care, still staring at Edward. In a perfect world I could easily imagine us dating, falling in love, building a family together … and yet, I knew that would never be a reality. We could never live that dream together; I could never give that to him. Although I had thought I was getting over it, the intensity of the pain felt stronger than usual, likely because of the connection I felt to Edward.

I slowly started moving around the room, collecting my belongings and getting redressed silently. I kissed his cheek softly and took one last look at his sleeping form before slipping out the bedroom door, following our trail of clothes out into the living room. As I pulled my sweater down over my head, I happened to catch a glimpse of a few photo frames on the wall, and leaned in to get a closer look. One had Edward with his arms around a beautiful middle-aged couple, who must have been his parents. Another was a candid shot of him laughing with two young men who had very similar features.

I remembered him telling me that he had two brothers, and the way he smiled fondly whenever mentioning something related to his family. Looking at their closeness in the pictures further strengthened my resolve. Edward was wonderful, amazing, perfect – all of those overused yet completely accurate adjectives wrapped up into one tall and sexy package. He was smart, sweet, and full of life, and he deserved more than I could give him. I knew he would be hurt when he realized what I had done, but I hoped (although my heart protested) that he would find someone else and move on.

I shut the front door quietly on my way out, slunk into the driver's seat of my car, and quickly drove home. As soon as I was behind the closed door, I sank to the floor and cried. I cried for myself, I cried for Edward – for I knew he would surely hate me when he woke up to find me gone – and I cried for the beautiful children in my fantasy that would never come to life. I cried for the love I had lost before I even knew what it was.