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Chapter 11

D Day: Part 2

"Harder."

"No. I don't want to hurt you."

"Come on, Edward. Please do it harder and be done with it."

"There's no way I'll do it harder, Bella. Be patient."

"Well, you're barely moving! Come on dude, we don't have all night!"

"I am doing what I think is best!" He gave a frustrated sigh. "Just be still. Don't move."

"Don't move?" she asked incredulously. "I'm so immobile. I can't feel my lower leg anymore!"

He snorted loudly. "You got a foot connected to that leg stuck inside the wastebasket, Bella. Of course it's numb." he retorted, frowning.

Shit!

This wasn't the start of the evening he imagined. They were supposed to eat dinner, have their usual conversation to help relax and calm Bella – and him as well, to be honest - then they'd go to his room to really start the night. But no, it had to start like this. He scowled at the wastebasket in annoyance.

Bella watched Edward brood in silence. I swear to God, stuff like this only happens to me. He had finished cookingdinner and was doing some minor clean up. She volunteered to help and was only supposed to throw away some used foils, but the wastebasket was so full - almost overflowing - that when she put it in, the foils just rolled off the top of the pile and fell to the floor. So she picked them up and put them back on top of the wastebasket, packing it down with her left foot.

The trash stayed in, and so did her foot.

Some people just don't have any luck. By some, I mean me. "It's not like I did this on purpose, you know. Nobody in their right mind would want their foot stuck inside a wastebasket." She pointed out, shifting her stance to try pulling her foot out of the blasted wastebasket, but again, it wouldn't budge. Her foot was jammed so tightly inside that every time she raised her foot, the wastebasket went with it.

"I didn't say that. Just..." Edward took a deep breath, closing his eyes to control his mounting temper. He was getting frustrated and anxious and so fucking annoyed that a fucking wastebasket was putting a damper to their special evening. He could just picture Bella talking about this fuckery to Alice or worse, Jessica, in the future.

Alice/Jessica: So how was your first time, Bella?

Bella: Meh. The man I trusted to make it all magical and special failed epically. Took him hours to solve a situation and when we finally did the frankfurter deed, he choked. Worst experience ever. *shudder*

Alice/Jessica: Awww, you poor thing. Who was he?

Bella: I'd rather not talk about him. He was nothing to me after that disaster.

"Edward? I seriously can't feel my leg anymore, and the bottom of my foot feels like millions of needles are repetitively pricking it."

Fuck it. I'll make this a night to remember even if it kills me. I'm Edward fucking Cullen. I can do anything! "Let me try to pull it off again." Nothing will ruin this night, even this fuckery.

He knelt in front of Bella and tried to tug the wastebasket off. The only thing that pulled was Bella, who slid and fell butt-first on the floor. "Whooops."

Shit! He scrambled towards her and helped her up. "Oh God, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

Bella nodded, rubbing her backside a little as she stood up. "I'm fine. My robust butt cushioned the fall." She gazed down at the persistent object in wonder. "I think it'd be easier if I jammed my other foot into a matching wastebasket, rather than attempting to pull this one out. This thing is stubborn!"

Rolling his eyes, Edward gave her a firm look. "I'll try to tug it again, much harder this time, so hold on tight. If you need more leverage, grip my hair. Just be sure to grip it tightly."

"Um...that could hurt."

Edward scowled at the wastebasket as he knelt in front of Bella again. "Then it'll hurt - I don't care. Hold on." He expelled a breath and tugged at the fucking wastebasket using all of his strength. I'm in love, I'm frustrated and I'm so fucking ending this disaster right now!

Good news: It did come off.

Bad news: He landed on his rear end a few feet away, knocking his head on the edge of the breakfast bar.

Good news/ Bad news: Bella tumbled backward (she refused to grip on his hair and chose to hang on to his shoulders instead) again falling butt-first on the floor. This time, her fall was harder, leaving her half-sprawled on the floor after the impact, just a foot or so away from the fridge with her legs apart, robe gaping open. Edward saw something that made him forget about the dull ache at the back of his head.

Boss? That's Marie. Marie! I saw Marie! She's so pretty! My Marie! Come to Anthony!

Edward's jaw literally dropped. Anthony was fist pumping and twitching like crazy.

Bella wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the robe.

No underwear.

No.

Fucking.

Underwear.

Easy access, boss. Yee-haw!

Noticing his almost catatonic state and following the direction of his eyes, Bella gasped in alarm, seeing what Edward was continuously staring at. She quickly closed her legs and fixed her robe. "You, erm, okay?" Holy frankfurter, I just flashed Edward!

He just blinked at her.

Say something, Bella! Make this situation less uncomfortable! "Umm, I was supposed to wear a thong but I figured that since I'm gonna be wet in the not-so-distant future and a thong doesn't cover that much anyway, I'll just skip it. I honestly don't like thongs. They're weird. They shouldn't even be considered as underwear because they're not. If you think about it, I'm pretty sure the butt hates them too. They're violators...um, bullies really. They invade the crack of the butt and remain there to be a constant nuisance. Like they're there to give the butt a wedgie. A bully, really." Oh my God, shut up Bella! Stop talking about thongs like they're a menace to the butt! And wedgies? Seriously, Bella?

Her traitor brain was laughing hard at her blunder.

Edward swallowed hard. "Umm, t-that s-sounded...wise. P-practical. Wise. And really practical." Fuck my life, I'm stuttering and repeating myself like an idiot.

They stared at each other across the room, unmoving and unsure what to say next. The expression on both their faces clearly screamed "Let's just curl up and die simultaneously."

Bella covered her face with both hands and groaned. "I'm so embarrassed for flashing you."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You looked wonderful. Marie looked wonderful," he assured her, gaining a bit of control over his idiocy.

My Marie looked perfect.

Edward ignored his delinquent peen.

I'm bad-ass, boss, not delinquent.

Edward scoffed at such ego.

Bella parted two of her fingers and peeked at him, like she was watching a horror movie and was curious to see the scene but still too horrified to completely take her hands off her face. "Really?"

He nodded.

She went back to fully covering her face and muttered some things that Edward didn't hear. He narrowed his eyes, weighed a decision, then crawled towards Bella. Fuck the plans. Spontaneity could be good too.

He sat beside her and nudged her shoulder with his own. Completely taken by surprise, Bella removed the hands that covered her face, looked at where he used to sit then glanced at him. "You moved so fast."

"I'm beyond aroused, Bella."

Bella gaped at him in shock. Eeek. Umm, TMI?

This is it. Enough with the incidents and fuckery already. I'm taking control. "I saw Marie and I got so horny I couldn't think straight anymore."

That's the Edward I was talking about this morning, boss. High five, my man!

"You are?" she squeaked.

He nodded then reached out to grasp Bella's right hand and brought it to rest on Anthony. "Feel this? You caused that. Marie made Anthony this hard. So for the record, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything, you should feel proud. Nobody has ever had this much power over Anthony before."

Trufax, Bella. Trufax. Marie owns me.

Bella squeezed Anthony a little and Edward groaned, closing his eyes to savor the sensation. Acting on pure instinct, and encouraged by Edward's assurances, the brunette leaned closer and dropped a tentative kiss on his lips. When he kissed her back, his eyes still closed, Bella opened her mouth and licked his lower lip. Edward growled and pulled her to him, making her sit astride him.

Oh fuck. Knowing Bella's lack of underwear made his dick twitch and throb, but feeling the lack of cover made Anthony crazy.

Free me! Free me! I want to feel Marie skin to skin!

He held the back of Bella's head with one hand as they continued to kiss. His woman could really kiss now. Frenching, in particular, had become an art form. She even cupped the sides of his face with both hands and concentrated on kissing him fully. As if right now, for her, the center of her universe was his lips. He couldn't help but respond enthusiastically. Their tongues played a little game of tug and war for a while but he let Bella pull his inside her mouth and she sucked and licked it like there was no tomorrow.

So fucking delicious.

Using his free hand, he guided her hips to move back and forth slowly. Bella gasped and pulled away from him a little, still cupping his face. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of rubbing herself on Anthony. Marie was tingling again. When Edward grinded back, she hissed and rested her forehead on Edward's. "Do that again. Please."

He did. His thrusts were slow and in time with her hips' back and forth motion, still guided by him. She scooted closer and went back to kissing him, this time harder and more insistent. She couldn't quite explain it, but the need to kiss Edward that way was too strong to ignore. Crude as it sounded, she was practically eating Edward's mouth. And he let her. Between his grunts and her moans, there was no denying that they were in their own sexually-charged bubble.

"We're both wearing too many clothes, baby."

Bella moaned when she felt Edward lick her earlobe after whispering into her ear. She felt his hands move toward the knot on her robe and then forgot about it when he started nibbling her other earlobe. She was breathing hard and enjoying the nibbles and licks and grinding when she heard Edward's "Fuck!"

She opened her eyes. "W-what?"

He continued to eye her up and down. "What are you wearing?"

She blushed. "Lingerie. I bought it this morning."

"Baby, you look...fuck." Edward took a deep, calming breath. "You look so beautiful." His eyes went back to her face and remained locked on her own.

Edward had beautiful green eyes. Of course she knew that. What she didn't know, and found out in that instant, was his capability of staring at someone with such intensity. He was staring at her with a deep, penetrating look in his eyes that literally gave her goose bumps and made Marie even more wet and tingly.

The grinding stopped and Bella bit her lip. Okay, why do I suddenly feel like this? I've got the tingles just because Edward was giving me a certain look? I've actually gotten more wet, with no stimulation whatsoever except for his smoldering eyes? Smoldering eyes. Whoa. How could this be possible?

She glanced back at Edward and caught him still staring at her intently. There really was something lurking behind that look and for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what it was.

What he did next confused her even more.

Edward secured her legs around his waist and, supporting her weight with his hands just inches away from her butt, he stood up. She automatically put both her hands on the nape of his neck and entwined her fingers. He walked the short distance to the breakfast bar, leaned and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before depositing her on one of the stools. "Eat. I have to do something in my room but I'll be back as soon as I'm done."

After another peck on her lips, he trotted towards his room and left her alone in the kitchen.

Bella exhaled loudly then patted Marie. "Wow, right? Simply...amazingly...wow!" Sighing, she reached for one of the bowls that Edward prepared and began eating. Yum! Why so perfect, Edward? She shook her head at her silly question then chuckled. Be careful, Isabella Marie - we don't want you entertaining romantic ideas about your best bud, now do we? It was never like that with him, remember? She sighed and nodded. Of course. It would be too cliché if after tonight she suddenly started mooning over Edward. The virgin fell for her deflowerer. Like Stockholm Syndrome with a twist.

She was halfway done eating when she heard soft music playing in Edward's room. She smiled to herself. Well, well, well. Looks like my buddy went to prep his room for later. She looked down at Marie and winked. "See, he even went to great lengths just to make tonight really special. I told you I chose well." She hummed as she ate what remained on her plate.

Bella was rinsing her bowl in the sink when she felt two muscular arms encircle her waist and a nose nuzzle the side of her neck. She froze. Marie, who was fully recovered from what happened almost half an hour ago, started to tingle again. She almost dropped the bowl when she felt the arms around her tighten and felt Anthony nudge her butt.

A really hard Anthony had just nudged her butt.

"How was the food?"

She shivered. The question was whispered in her right ear, all breathy and seductive. She didn't know what happened inside Edward's room, but this...this person who was all huggy and nudgy and nuzzly and whispery? This is not her buddy, Edward.

This unknown Edward was making Marie wet like nobody's business.

"Delicious," she answered after swallowing loudly. "Thank you."

He held a fistful of her hair away from her nape and softly kissed it, making Bella shudder. "Just like you, love. Just like you."

Love? He called her baby awhile ago, now its love? What's up with the endearments?

"Edward?"

"Yes, love?" He breathed on her ear the question then continued showering kisses over her nape, bare shoulders and upper back. Then she remembered and mentally face palmed. She was wearing her newly purchased lingerie! She never got the chance to put her robe back after Edward slid it off her. No wonder he was acting all crazy horny - he was getting an eyeful! The blue embroidered eyelet babydoll left nothing to the imagination and without its matching thong...Bella rolled her eyes. She might as well be naked.

"Could this be considered foreplay? I mean, with you becoming this huggy, nudgy, nuzzly and whispery to me all of a sudden? Is this part of that stage?"

The hugging, nudging and nuzzling abruptly stopped. "What?"

She turned off the water, put the bowl on the sink then turned to face Edward, pushing him backwards in the process. He let her move but kept his arms around her. "I just want to know if you're starting with the foreplay."

Edward narrowed his eyes at her. "You're over thinking and over analyzing again, Isabella Marie."

"I'm not!" She denied hotly then relented and sighed. "Yes, I am. I'm just trying to understand why you're suddenly this...this!" She pointed at his arms around her.

"This?" He asked a bit amused, pulling her closer to him by tightening his arms around her then rubbed himself on her a little.

Bella blushed some more.

"Bella, I'm a hot-blooded male who has a woman, in his kitchen, wearing this amazing piece of clothing and looking all kinds of sexy. The same woman he'll be spending the night with. So of course I'm all huggy, nudgy, nuzzly and whispery as you called it. It's a normal reaction."

They stared at each other for a full minute before Bella rolled her eyes and scoffed at Edward. "You are so starting the foreplay."

"Fine. I am raring to go. Happy now?"

She smiled up at him. "Let's do this, Edward."

Anthony went old-school and started doing the running man.

Bella yelped when Edward picked her up and carried her bridal style towards his room. He gave her a crooked grin and then a quick peck on the lips. "We're doing this right, baby."

Again, there's the endearment. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered. I'm getting butterflies. What's next, weak knees?

Try butterflies, weak knees and an erratic heartbeat, all at the same time.

She gaped at what greeted her when Edward opened the door. His usually manly room was transformed to something entirely...honeymoon suite-ish? There were rose petals everywhere, a mix of white and red, even some on the bed. Candles - vanilla scented, her absolute favorite – placed inside these cute little clear glasses - were scattered around the room. Some were on the floor; others were on his nightstand, on top of his dresser, and even a couple on his treadmill. She could hear Sting crooning softly on the background about fields of gold. Edward had even covered his lamp with a light red cloth that blended well with the candles. Bella bit her lower lip as she surveyed the room one more time before she muttered "Please put me down."

"Did you like it?"

She tried answering his question but the lump in her throat made it impossible. He sounded so unsure and she wanted to assure him that she loved it. That he was being thoughtful and romantic. But again, she couldn't speak.

Bella walked towards the bed and noticed that Edward even changed his cotton sheets to silk.

Silk sheets.

Expensive silk sheets she'd just bleed on.

"Manuscript."

"Bella? Did you say something?"

She took a deep breath, begging her tear ducts not to fail her now and turned to face Edward. "Manuscript. I said, manuscript," she answered then ran out of the room.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Edward looked around and reined in his need to scream in frustration. He wanted to trash his own room and fucking punch someone.

Calm down, boss. It looked like Bella was a wee bit overwhelmed.

He scoffed at his know-it-all dick. "I knew it! This was too much for her! The fucking petals. Fucking candles. Fucking music! Why did I even do this? It's lame! I never do this. Never."

You love her. You're expected to turn a bit mushy. No worries, boss. I'm still perfect so nobody will think you've grown a vagina or whatever.

He sat down on the bed and start venting his frustrations on his hair, finger combing then pulling then finger combing it again. He was sure something was definitely wrong when Anthony made more sense than him, if you could get past the ego-stroking comments.

The silk sheets were an awesome idea, boss. Showing the bling without sparkling. Nice touch.

Edward glared at the sheets he'd purposely bought for tonight. He wasn't usually particular about bed sheets – sex was never about sheets anyway – but he vividly remembered Emmett bragging about how great the sex was when done on silk sheets. His friend talked nonstop about the feel of silk on his naked skin while making mad, passionate love to his wife. Of course they all laughed at him but he was sure after that particular poker night, he wasn't the only one who bought silk bed sheets for future experiments.

He never did try it with his exes. He'd never felt the need to exert any effort, except tonight with Bella. Then she used her safeword and stormed out of his room. Fuck my life. I did all this, for a woman I'm one hundred percent in love with, and I scared her away.

He briefly wondered how much time had passed and if he'd given Bella enough time alone to go see her. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He wanted tonight to be very special, but with the rate things were going, it looked like it would end in disaster.

Come on, boss. The night still young and so are we. Don't give up just yet.

Edward glanced at his dick in half-fascination, half-irritation. What happened to Anthony? Since when did he start having a sound perspective?

Told you I'm perfect.

He shook his head and was about to stand up to check on Bella when the brunette herself walked back inside his room. Her eyes and nose were red and she looked completely miserable. He felt his heart clench. Fuck this loving someone business. It's complicated, I'm almost always confused and a clenching heart? The fuck? "Hey." That sounded pretty lame.

Anthony twitched in agreement but remained silent.

Bella made a face then sat beside him on the bed. "I'm sorry. I told myself I would not cry in front of you so I had to run out."

He put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "Why cry in the first place? Was the room too much? I could, you know, remove the petals and the candles. Even turn off the music."

"Don't." Bella answered, putting her head on his shoulder then sighed. "I honestly loved everything."

Edward's heart skipped a beat. Anthony yee-hawed. "Really? You're not just saying that to appease me?"

"Really. I loved everything so much, I couldn't stop the tears from coming. Happy tears, Edward. Happy tears." She sniffed. "See, I'm so overwhelmed my eyes are leaking again. Stupid, emotional person."

He wiped the tears with his fingers tenderly. "I kinda love you being this stupid, emotional person so stop being hard on yourself." I think I'm gonna have a heart attack. So many fucking emotions.

"I kinda love you too, buddy."

Yow-za. Don't worry, boss. This buddy thing you got going on with Bella will disappear once I've given her some serious Tonylovin.

Edward mentally face palmed.

Bella, on the other hand, sighed and stood up in front of him. Then to his utmost surprise and Anthony's glee, he watched as Bella put her hands on the babydoll's hem and started pulling it up. His breathing hitched as inch by beautiful inch her flawless skin was revealed. Creamy, white thighs...

Marieeeeeeee!

Totally bare Marie...fuuuuuck. Edward swallowed hard, eyes nearly bulging out of its sockets. Bella's vagina looked so smooth and perfect. Anthony was beside himself, twitching and hardening and throbbing. For the life of him, he couldn't take his eyes off Marie.

The backwards stripping thing that Bella was presently doing completely made sense to Edward. He totally loved it. Especially Anthony.

Then a vision of her stomach followed until Edward had to bite his lip to stop the groan from coming out. Bella's breasts. Bella's fucking perky, perfect-for-his-hands, breasts came into view. He wanted to kneel down and worship them. He wanted to take those gorgeous, pink-tipped breasts in his mouth and suck and lick them forever. He had to clench his fists tightly; the need to cup them and feel their weight was overwhelming him.

"This is all me, Edward. Excuse the paleness and the almost non-existent boobs. Umm..." Bella stopped talking and blushed. Well, this was it. She was standing in front of her best buddy, completely naked and yep, red as an apple.

She saw him shake his head then stand up, taking hold of both her hands and squeezing them. "You're perfect."

"Well, uh, I wouldn't go that far. I'm okay-looking, I guess. But perfect? Nah."

Edward didn't respond to what she said. Instead, he cupped the sides of her face and leaned down to kiss her. It was such a slow, gentle kiss. He took his time brushing his lips over hers, like he was memorizing the shape of her mouth. He nibbled on her lower lip a little before flicking his tongue over it. His tongue followed the outer line of her lips before taking her pouty lower lip in his to suck and lick some more. When she expelled a shaky breath, he took advantage of her opened mouth and plunged his tongue inside.

Bella moaned as she felt Edward's tongue invade the inside of her mouth. He relentlessly tasted every crevice, even licked her teeth and the roof of her mouth before curling his tongue around hers and sucking on it as if he needed it to live. There was a feel of desperation in the way Edward was kissing her that didn't make sense. Although, she wasn't gonna complain. Edward was an A+ kisser.

She felt his hands let go of her face and trail down her naked back, pushing her closer to him. He was grunting as he thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, his hips mimicking the movement, while she tried desperately to catch his tongue and suck on it herself. Edward's taste was ridiculously delicious, like a cross between Skittles and mint. When he finally let her have a go on his elusive tongue, she sighed in contentment.

When she shifted closer, bringing their lower bodies so close that there was no more space between them, she felt Anthony poke her stomach. Edward's penis felt so solid, like a rock. A huge, poking rock. When his hands stopped at her hips, he raised her a little so that Anthony and Marie were aligned for direct contact and started moving her hips in time with his. She pulled her lips away from Edward and groaned, "I need to sit. Or lie down. I don't think I can stand up anymore."

Edward nodded and they moved towards the bed. Bella sat down and watched him take off his clothes. He felt immensely proud of his body seeing her almost gaping as she checked out his muscled chest and abs (which made Bella lick her lips upon seeing, he smugly thought) then followed the movement of his hands with her eyes as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He could actually hear Bella gasp when he hooked his hands on both the waistband of his jeans and boxers then pulled them down.

Anthony had a roaring entrance.

He was proudly erect and had never been as big as he was tonight.

I'm the man, boss. I'm the man.

"Wow. Hello, Anthony."

He smiled at Bella's breathless greeting.

Hel-lo, Bella. Ready to mambo?

Edward rolled his eyes.

"You shaved."

He nodded as he approached her, watching her scoot in the center of his bed. Fuck, she belonged here. She fucking belongs here, in my bed - with me - always. "Anthony ordered me to do it."

Bella chuckled and lay down, closing her eyes when she felt how comfortable and smooth the silk sheets feel in her skin. She felt the bed dip when Edward joined her then sensed him looming over her.

"Open your eyes, Bella. Look at me."

The sight of Edward, above her, wearing the same expression in his eyes that she couldn't figure out hours ago, brought back the butterflies-weak-knees-heart-rate-way-up combo.

"Ready for this, baby?"

She was literally breathless with anticipation. "Yes."

He moved closer, parting Bella's endless legs to give room for himself. He supported his weight by resting his elbows on each side of her head. He rested his forehead on hers, closing his eyes and savoring the moment. He inhaled and a mix of vanilla, strawberry and Bella's own addictive smell inhabit his senses. Finally giving in to the need to taste her again, he leaned down and gave her a kiss. He couldn't help moaning his approval when she met him halfway and opened her mouth to welcome him in.

He was fucking home.

They shared deep, probing kisses for a minute or two before Edward pulled away and dropped a smattering of kisses on Bella's cheeks, nose, chin, jaw and neck. When he reached her collarbone, he gave it a few licks before sucking and nipping it gently.

Bella moaned and pulled him closer, one hand burrowed in his hair while the other rubbed Edward's muscled back. She could feel him inching closer to her breasts and even before he could give it some stimulation, her nipples hardened. She arched her back instinctively, feeling Edward's mouth hovering over her right nipple. "Please."

"Please what, baby?"

She bit her lip and opened her eyes, catching him looking up at her. "L-lick it."

He gently flicked it once with the tip of his tongue. "Like that?"

"More," she mumbled and offered said nipple to him.

She watched him licked the tip then swirl his tongue around the pebbled nipple before engulfing it inside his mouth in a gentle sucking motion. Her body's reaction was immediate, liquid gushing uncontrollably down there making Marie really wet. The sucking done on her right nipple and the thumb grazing on the left became too intense for Bella to handle. Everything was heightened. She felt electrified. She couldn't stop the tingles and the shudders...

"Oh God!"

A toe-curling sensation flooded over her senses and all she could do was let it happen. I think I saw a glimpse of God having coffee with Elvis and James Dean for a moment there.

It didn't help that Edward continued what he was doing regardless of what just happened. Her other nipple was given the same amount of attention and it was friggin' delicious! I didn't know my breasts could be this sensitive. This is bad. I love nursing Edward. What? I'm confusing even myself. It sounded like I'm his mother and...eww. Just eww.

Bella was able to relax for a full second when she felt him release her nipple and kissed his way to her stomach. He gave it tiny nibbles and licks that tickled and she was about to giggle when his tongue dipped inside her navel and all she managed was a long drawn-out "Uhhhhh."

The Uhhhhhh turned to Oh My God when she felt his hand cup Marie.

She literally stopped breathing when he inserted a finger – not sure what finger – inside her. That's my tampons only zone! Abort! Abort! I want my Mommy!

Sensing her fear, Edward removed his finger and crawled back up. When they were face to face, he tenderly brushed a finger over her flushed cheek. "You okay?"

She took a deep breath then nodded. "I just had an orgasm."

"I know. Your breath hitched and you tend to bite the side of your lower lip when you peak."

Bella blushed deep red. "I do?"

"Yep. It's mesmerizing."

She sighed. "I just discovered that I could orgasm by just, erm, stimulating my breasts. Maybe because I'm a twenty-four year old virgin, I get off easily."

"A lot of women do, Bella. It's not about your age or being a virgin."

"I couldn't blame them. Having one's nipples licked and sucked is all kinds of delicious."

Edward smiled then lay down beside her. Anthony was raring to go; but it was Bella he was concerned about. Yes, she was wet enough, but she was a virgin and she needed a little stretch before Anthony could penetrate her. "Bella? Do you want to stop?"

Bella turned to face him and shook her head. "No. I...I just got really scared when I felt your finger."

He gave her a quick kiss. "Okay. Want me to try something else?"

"Don't you want me to give you a blowjob first?" she counter-asked.

Anthony nodded. His heart didn't. Tonight is about Bella, Anthony. Lay off. You'll get your one-on-one with Marie, I promise. "No, I'm good. Let's concentrate on you, Bella. I'm overly stimulated anyway. I don't want to self-combust."

"Self-combust?" Bella grinned at him. "I'm that arousing for you?"

You have no fucking idea. "You have no fucking idea."

She burst out laughing. "Crude, Edward."

"Prude, Bella."

She merely raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm not so prude-y anymore dude. Look; I'm naked, wet from an orgasm and just minutes away from losing my V-card."

"Not so prude-y, huh? Let's see about that." Edward challenged then with a wink, got up from the bed, took hold of her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He then knelt between her parted legs, raised them to his shoulders and looked at her. "Well? Should I continue, my love?"

She rolled her eyes at what he called her. "I'm no prude. Eat me."

Edward pretended to look scandalized. "Isabella Marie Swan." Cullen, he mentally added. "Where did you learn such language?"

"From my crude housemate," she promptly answered, then giggled when he beamed proudly at her. "Come here for a second, Crude. I want to be kissed here before there," she added touching her lips before pointing Marie.

Edward did, leaving her breathless and craving for more but he already went back to his kneeling position and was intent to indeed eat her. She raised herself a little and leaned on her elbow to be able to watch him do it. But when Edward lowered his face to Marie and blew his hot breath on her gently, the elbow that supported her weight turned to jelly and she gave up watching.

Her Sex God/buddy/housemate/deflowerer extraordinaire began dragging his talented tongue around the bend of her thighs, circling Marie. With each pass, he came closer to Marie's highly-sensitized lips, licking and nibbling her flesh.

Oh God, the licking and nibbling...

Edward pushed the tip of his tongue between Marie's lips and tasted her amazing wetness. Fuuck. I could live just by drinking Bella's pussy juice alone. He let his tongue rest against her clit before he gently pushed and wiggled it back and forth.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed loudly. Actually, it sounded more like Uhhh meeeh gawwwd to her. Heaven help her, she almost jack knifed off the bed. She was trembling and gasping for breath; electrified from the tips of her hair to her toenails. I wouldn't be surprised if my hair resembled Don King's right now. Oh and there's God again, this time chatting with Michael Jackson.

If she thought that was the most intense experience she could possibly have, she was wrong.

Driven by Bella's reactions, Edward buried his face in Marie and began licking and sucking her lips in earnest; pulling them and gently biting them in a way that made Bella release a keening sound punctuated by Oh Edwards. Encouraged, he suckled her clit hard and licked it, causing her to raise the volume of her "Oh Edward" to another level.

He drove his tongue into Marie's hole, licking the juice and swallowing it with gusto. Mine. Nobody will taste and savor Bella's juice but me. Ever. Using both thumbs, he gently pulled Marie's lips wide apart so that he could shove his tongue deeper. He couldn't get enough of her taste.

When he was assured that Bella was lubricated enough, he inserted back his index finger and tested her tightness. Anthony twitched incessantly. So fucking tight. She's so fucking tight, Anthony. He sucked her clit to distract her as he added another finger inside.

Bella's keening intensified.

He started to move his fingers in and out of Marie, in time with the suckling of her clit. When he carefully pushed his fingers deeper (he wanted Bella to lose her hymen via Anthony and not through them) and touched against a particular spongy spot, Bella literally went crazy.

"Oh God. Edward! I'm about to pee...no, I'm not. Yes, I am. Oh, God I'm so confused. Edward!"

G-spot invaded. He curled his fingers in a come hither motion and stimulated it even more.

Bella screamed his name (which made him feel like he was ten feet tall) at the top of her lungs and her body jerked a couple of times.

G-spot conquered.

A standing ovation for you, boss.

He licked and sucked all the juices that came out of Marie then stood up, helped Bella lay down on the bed properly and reached for a condom. He could feel Bella watching him put it on and when that was done, he moved in between her parted legs.

Their eyes met and held.

"Wow."

He smiled. He fucking felt like yelling "I'm the King of the World" right about then.

"That was...wow." Bella exclaimed, licking her suddenly dry lips. "What was that, anyway? It was super intense."

"You just discovered that the G-spot was not a myth."

Bella whistled. "I love my G-spot."

I love you. If only he could say it out loud.

Noticing for the first time his position and the condom on Anthony, Bella beamed at him. "This is really it, Edward."

He nodded, fighting the urge to cry. What the...? Don't get fucking emotional now you dufus! Stop acting like you're the virgin here! He held Anthony in one hand and leaned forward, guiding him inside Marie. Bella helped by raising her legs and wrapping it around his waist. When the tip entered her moist opening, Edward closed his eyes. So warm. So moist. So snug. So mine. Anthony was fist pumping and high fiving himself. Edward, on the other hand, was an emotional wreck.

Unmoving, he tried to get a hold on his feelings.

When a minute passed and he remained still, Bella called his name.

Opening his eyes, he gave her an assuring smile (albeit forced) then continued pushing Anthony inside Marie. Bella winced a little. He leaned even closer and kissed her full on the mouth, giving her some time to adjust. He nibbled on her chin and pushed another inch. Bella grimaced but did not complain. He looked down at where they're joined and sighed in relief seeing Anthony was almost half in.

He doubled the effort on keeping Bella aroused; giving her open-mouthed kisses, licking that sensitive skin behind her ears, nibbling her earlobe, sucking her nipples (which was her favorite) all the while alternately pushing Anthony in then pulling out. When they reached the dreaded hymen, their eyes met. Bella bit her lip then pulled him for a kiss. "Do it, Edward. Pull a Nike. Just do it."

He kissed her back, shoving his tongue inside her mouth and squeezed her right nipple a couple of times, waiting to hear her respond positively to the stimulation. When he squeezed her other nipple and she moaned, he gave one hard thrust that bid adieu to Marie's conscience.

Bella pulled away from him in surprise. "Did...? Was that...?"

He nodded solemnly, a bit scared to move. "Did it hurt?"

She tentatively moved her hips forward, causing Anthony to lodge deeper inside her. "A little but the pain was tolerable. I expected the worst. Did I bleed?"

Edward pulled Anthony out slowly and gently then checked. He sighed in relief. "Yep. But not too much."

Bella nodded then looked at him. "You did it Edward! You deflowered me!"

Don't get emotional, fucker. "Nah."

"So eloquently put," Bella teased, then winked at him. She was so giddy, it wasn't even funny. No more hymen! No more conscience! "Care to finish the deed, Mr. Deflowerer Extraordinaire?"

Instead of answering, he pushed Anthony back inside Marie and watched Bella's face as he did so. She huffed a breath, but again she didn't complain. He leaned fully against her, hands on the side of her head, taking in much of his weight as he penetrated her. "How do you feel now?"

Bella tightened her legs around his hips and mimicked the movement of his hips. "Wonderful."

He kissed her. I love you so much.

She kissed him back. Thank you for everything.

"You up to try a new position?"

Bella's eyes widened. "I may no longer be a virgin, Edward but I'm sorry, I don't think I could do anal."

Jesus Christ. "I'm not proposing anal sex, Bella."

"Oh. Okay. What position were you proposing, then?"

Edward willed his heart to calm down. With Anthony still buried snugly inside Marie, he lifted Bella up in his arms as he rose from lying down to kneel in the middle of the bed. When they were chest to chest, he licked her earlobe then whispered, "Wrap your legs around me, baby and hang on to my shoulders."

He closed his mouth over Bella's, kissing her intensely as he began thrusting his hips up and down. Hands on each side of her hips, he controlled the undulating movement of her body. When they established a rhythm, he raised her a bit to lavish her nipples with attention.

Bella groaned aloud and asked him to move faster.

Harder.

Then Bella decided to take the matter in her own hands by using his shoulders as leverage, she untangled her legs and set her feet on each side of his waist. Then she started riding him.

Fuuuuuuuuuck.

He watched in awe as she took control and fucked him. Her beautiful breasts jiggled as she bounced up and down on top of him. He could hear her mumble his name over and over as she moved, eyes closed.

He could feel her nearing the point of no return with the way her movements started to become erratic.

Edward held on to her and took the rein once again, pumping furiously now as he pulled Bella's face to his and kissed her. His tongue devoured her mouth as Anthony devoured Marie. He put Bella's left knee on the bend of his right arm, raising it a little then shifted his hips, angling for deeper penetration. Bella went back to keening and half-yelling Oh Edwards now.

"Bella!" He gasped. "Open your eyes!" Grunt. "Look at me!"

She opened her eyes and blinked. "Wha..."

"Look at me, baby. Focus on my eyes, come on!"

She blinked a couple of times, and then finally managed to focus on Edward's amazing green eyes. Sensation overload. Am I about to die? Oh my God, this felt so...oh Edward!

Edward grunted, pushed Anthony the deepest and farthest he could possibly reach and shared the moment of blinding lights and mind-numbing pleasure with Bella's Oh Edwards as they locked eyes.

I fucking love you!

Oh God! Oh Edward Anthony Masen Cullen!

They were both gasping for breath, sweaty and a bit dazed with the intensity of their mutual orgasm. When their hearts finally settled and they were no longer breathing as if they ran a marathon thrice, he felt Bella rested her head on the crook of his shoulder and gave out a contented sigh. Edward dropped a tender kiss on her exposed nape and tightened his arm around her a bit.

This is it, the right moment. Granted, Anthony was still inside Bella and there was no denying the fact that he was still erect and hard, but this particular moment felt right. Damn the consequences of his decision, he'd tell her now.

"I love you, Bella." He cleared his throat. "I love you so much."

Silence.

He cleared his throat. "I mean, I'm in love with you. Like a man loves a woman. I love you more than a buddy. I'm so in love with you in a non-platonic way." What the fuck, Edward? Keep it short and concise, stop the word vomit already!

No response.

Edward wanted to slap himself. This had got to be the most pathetic admission of love, ever. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say here, Bella?"

Nothing.

He looked at her slumped form and called her name. When again, she didn't answer, he pushed her away a little then peered at her in concern. Fuck.

She was out cold.

Bella had passed out, not hearing his confession at all. He didn't know if he should be happy that she didn't hear that lame-ass admission or be disappointed that when he finally put his heart out there and told her what he truly felt, she slept through it.

You should've given her an energy drink before making love to her, boss. Or a female pill version of Viagra.

Edward groaned in frustration. He just experienced heaven and hell in one night. He just hoped the next time he'd tell Bella his feelings; she'd be awake, alert and responsive. He also hoped to God her answer would be "I'm in love with you too, Edward."

He pulled Anthony out of Marie then gently laid Bella on the bed. Lying beside her, he pulled the silk sheet over them then hugged her closer to him. Edward heard her sigh then felt her nuzzle her face on his bare chest while her hands remained clasped under her chin. She looked so at peace in her sleep. So fucking beautiful. "I love you, Bella. I really hope you feel the same way about me."

If not? His insecure self asked.

He gazed down lovingly at the sleeping brunette. Then I'll make her love me that way. Whatever it takes, we will end up together. Edward dropped a kiss on top of Bella's head. She's mine. I'm hers. Forever. I'll make it happen.

He considered what he just thought then nodded his head in affirmation. He's Edward fucking Cullen. Of course he'll make it happen.

Anthony hummed the wedding march, smirking.