Next thing I knew, Edward was on top of me, pinning me to the bed. Not that I minded. Not at all. He kissed the corner of my mouth, then moved down my cheek and neck to the lace of my tank top. He ran his lips back and forth across my cleavage before raising his head. "So, Bella, are you tired?" His tongue flicked out and traced my collarbone. "Because you could always just go to sleep."

By this time I was panting. "N-No," I managed to stammer out.

His eyes darkened. "Good," he said. "Because I had plans for tonight." He pushed aside the strap of the top with his nose and kissed my exposed shoulder. "Do you have any idea what I wanted to do to do, that first day you came here?"

"Tell me," I breathed.

"Why don't I show you?"

Edward reached underneath me and gripped the hem of my shirt. "Arms up." I obeyed, and he quickly pulled it over my head. He stared. After a minute, I became self-conscious, but Edward grabbed my arms before I could cover myself. "What did I tell you before, Bella?"

Was he seriously asking me to remember something that happened more than two minutes ago while his hands were so close to my naked breasts? "Um . . ."

"I told you not to hide yourself from me. Now, just lie back and relax." He smirked.

I enjoyed the sensations as his mouth moved to my nipples, licking and sucking, but soon it wasn't enough. I started to pull his shirt off, but Edward drew back. "Bella." Now there was no teasing in his voice. "How many times do I have to remind you? If you can't control yourself, we have to stop."

I blushed. "I'm sorry, Edward."

His face softened. "It's all right. I know you're trying. Now, what did you want?"

"Oh . . . I, um, wanted to take your shirt off."

He smiled tenderly. "All you have to do is ask."

There was a pause before I realized he wasn't counting my previous statement as a request. "Edward? Can you take off your shirt?" I asked uncertainly.

He leaned forward until my breasts were pressed against his shirt and his lips just barely brushed mine. "What's the magic word?" he whispered into my mouth.

My lips formed the word "please," but I had no breath to speak it. My heart was trying to jump clear out of my chest and I felt a heat pooling in my lower body that was not totally unfamiliar but felt more intense than ever before.

Edward sat up. I whimpered at the loss of contact but stopped when he pulled his shirt off. His chest was just . . . perfect. He slowly lowered himself back onto me, and we both moaned at the feeling of my soft, warm breasts meeting his cold, hard chest. Edward claimed my mouth in an almost desperate kiss, thrusting his tongue between my lips and plunging deep inside. I moaned into his mouth and met his tongue with mine, being careful not to go past the point where my lips met his. He growled approvingly at my restraint and rolled onto his side, taking me with him. Edward trailed his hand down my back, along the side of my hip and down my thigh until he reached the back of my knee. He suddenly gripped my leg and pulled it around his waist. My eyes nearly rolled back into my head. Edward's mouth trailed down to my neck and he kissed and sucked. He moved both hands to my breasts and began circling with his fingertips, teasing me. I groaned into his mouth and tried to press closer, but he held me still. Eventually his fingers reached my nipples and he began tugging and stroking them. I whimpered; the pressure in my core was building until it became almost unbearable. Of their own volition, my hips began to rock against him in an attempt to relieve the tension. Edward froze for an instant, then pulled away.

"I'm sorry, Bella," he said and I realized he was panting, too. "We can't go to the next step today, I'll lose control."

I gaped at him, horrified by what he was suggesting. "You can't leave me like this!" I blurted without thinking. It was true. If he didn't do something soon, I would literally die of sexual frustration.

Edward sighed and lowered his forehead to mine, closing his eyes for a moment. "Okay, Bella, just relax. Trust me to make this okay for you."

"Of course I trust you."

He lowered his mouth to my breasts again, attacking them with a new ferocity. I moaned as he pinched one nipple between his fingers while flicking the other with his tongue. The feelings were so intense that I almost missed the path his other hand was taking. Almost.

He followed the same trail his fingers had made before, down to my knee, but this time he ran his fingertips back up the inside of my leg. When he reached my inner thighs he hesitated, but did not stop. I was desperately sucking in air, trying not to faint. Soon, his fingers reached the point between my legs that was crying out for his touch. They hesitantly stroked the soaked fabric of my shorts and I moaned so loudly that in any other situation, I'd have been mortified. Now, though, I absolutely didn't care. The sensations were just too much for me; they were almost overwhelming. Edward's hand firmed and cupped my sex, applying steady pressure, and I flew to pieces at the feeling of his palm rocking against me.

Bursts of light flashed before me as I was overtaken by pure ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me until I was drowning. The only thing that held me to the earth was him, his body against mine, his hand cupping me . . . "EDWARD!" I screamed.

When my soul returned to earth, Edward's face held an expression of awe. I blushed and tried to slow my breathing. He seemed at a loss for words, making several attempts to speak before finally saying, "Bella . . . dear God, Bella. You are incredible."

I snuggled into him, hiding my face against his shoulder. As I drew closer, though, I felt his hardness pressing into me and I remembered about his pleasure, ashamed I'd forgotten him. "Edward?" I asked timidly. "What about you?"

"What about me?" he replied. "I'm in heaven."

"No, I mean . . . don't you want me to do something for—"

He chuckled and it sounded strained. "Bella, I think I've taken all I can stand for one night. You can worry about me another day. For now, sleep."

That wasn't hard; Edward must have noticed the difficulty I was having keeping my eyes open. There was just one more thing I needed to say before I fell asleep. "Thank you, Edward. I love you."

Oh so you may notice Edward's getting kinda OOC, that's because I really love dominating Edward. He's NOT going to be very dominating (unless you guys review and tell me you want him to be!) but I had to add something to keep me from getting bored w/the story. So tell me if you think Edward's not as sexy in this chapter. I don't see how anyone could, but I'm open to the possibility.