Hiya Folks! If you haven't re-read the last chapter, please look at it now because it's complete. And very smutty. Here's number 11! I actually really struggled with it, so it's a bit of a short one.

P.S. Thanks MissAnoni for suggesting a different name to Edward Gives In. I pretty much suck at names. Anyways, the companion to Explorations from EPOV is now Letting Go.

Edward continued to lick at my sex as aftershocks rushed through me. The feeling of his cold tongue lapping up my juices was too much, and I climaxed again, making a high-pitched keening sound. Edward kissed his way up my body, only briefly pausing at my breasts, and lifted his head to gaze at my face. Our eyes met and we spent a minute just looking at each other. Of course, I ruined the moment by blinking, but it was still emotionally intense, as if we were staring into each other's souls.

I noticed that Edward was still wearing clothes. That was unacceptable. I began lifting the hem of his shirt until he raised his arms, allowing me to pull it off. His chest distracted me, and I indulged myself a little, running my fingers up and down that smooth expanse of skin. I didn't let myself get sidetracked for long, though. Soon I was unbuttoning his pants and trying to work the zipper over his erection without hurting him. Although, come to think of it, his pants would be far more likely to break than his body.

Edward sat up and pulled the jeans down, kicking them and his shoes off until he was garbed only in his underwear. I reached for the waistband, but he caught my wrist.

"Not tonight, love," he told me, and I pouted.

"Edward, I want to see you."

He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath before flashing me his crooked smile. "Bella, you're getting selfish. I think that was enough for one night," he murmured in a husky tone. I could tell he was trying to dazzle me, and it worked, but I refused to be distracted.

"Please, Edward. I've wanted this for such a long time."

He hesitated, and I could feel his resolve weakening. I pressed my advantage.

"Edward, if you really feel that uncomfortable, we don't have to do anything," I told him, crossing my fingers behind my back. "But please at least let me see it."

He let out a breath and surrendered. "Fine."

To my surprise, Edward just leaned back against the pillows and waited for me to make my move. I hesitated, and he smirked. When I realized he expected me to back out, my resolve hardened, and I grasped the waistband of his boxers in both hands, pulling them down until Edward was revealed to me in all his naked glory. This was the first time I'd ever seen him nude, and it was incredible. I thought that men's penises were supposed to be ugly, but he must have been a special case because his erection was . . . well, it was too blatantly masculine to be termed "beautiful," but the sight of it sent another wave of arousal through me. Looking at the visual evidence of his desire for me, I knew that there was no way I was stopping before Edward was totally satisfied.

I reached out and carefully touched the marble length of him. Amazingly enough, it was even harder than the rest of his body, like pure, unalloyed steel beneath my fingers. As I brushed his erection, Edward gave a stuttering gasp and closed his eyes, throwing back his head. "Does that feel good?" I murmured, trying to sound seductive. He just groaned. I hesitated for a moment—I hadn't really planned this out, and I wasn't sure exactly what to do—but I mentally shrugged, figuring that this was as new to Edward as it was to me. I'd just follow my instincts and hope it worked for him.

I closed my fingers around his erection, just below the tip. He was so thick I could barely reach around him with one hand, and I started to worry about how he was going to fit inside me. That was a concern for another day, though; tonight I just wanted to pleasure Edward. I stroked my hand up and down his length, marveling at the smooth texture and enjoying the sound of his strangled moans.

"Bella," he panted. "You're so . . . incredibly . . . warm."

I smiled and stroked up his length, rubbing my thumb over the tip of his erection. Edward's face contorted and a drop of wetness pooled under my finger. I stared at that bead of moisture and suddenly, I had to taste him. Looking at him coyly beneath my eyelashes, I raised my finger to my mouth and licked it. The taste was indescribable, and I let the pleasure I took from the flavor of him show on my face. This was too much for Edward; he groaned and swiftly grabbed my waist, pulling me above him. He held me against his body and I shivered at the sensation of his hardness against my stomach. Moving very slowly so as not to alarm him, I once again trailed my hand down to his erection, gripping it and pulling up and down in a pumping motion. Edward's hips bucked beneath me, and he buried his head in my shoulder, using my skin to muffle his moan as he spilled himself between our bodies.

I pulled myself up the bed and snuggled into his side, cuddling naked for the first time. Edward let me; his body was still shuddering. Looking down, I realized that my stomach was coated with his seed. I found it strangely erotic and unthinkingly trailed my hand down my body, rubbing it into my skin.

"Oh, God, Bella," Edward groaned. "I don't think I'll be able to control myself if you keep doing that."

"You like it?" I asked demurely.

"God, yes. I want my scent on you, so that everyone will know you're mine. You bring out primitive instincts in me that I didn't even know I had."

I smiled, pleased by his reaction and generally content. The air was filled with a concentrated version of Edward's scent, and I just wanted to bottle it so I could smell him forever. After a little while, my blissful daze gave way to waves of drowsiness, and soon I had to fight back a yawn. Edward noticed it, of course, and chuckled. "It's late, Bella. You need your rest."

I pouted and began to argue. "But—"

"Hush, my love. Go to sleep." Wrapped in his cool embrace, breathing in his scent, and hearing my lullaby hummed into my ear, I couldn't hold out for long. Very soon, I drifted into the world of very happy dreams.

OK, it's becoming increasingly hard for me to write this story without boring myself, but it's not anywhere near over. How would you feel about a return of dominant Edward? Or any other suggestions you have to spice it up!