As always: Everything and anything related to the Twilight saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fiction based on her writings. No harm is meant by it.

Special thanks and much adoration to my beta freakyhazeleyes

WARNING: READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

"Memory is like an orgasm. It's a lot better if you don't have to fake it."
~Seymore Cray

Chapter Eight: O is for Orgasm

The first time Edward Cullen ever climaxed was when he was twelve. It had been awkward, quick, and possibly the most exhilarating feeling he had experienced. He had been sitting at home on Saturday night, in his bedroom watching a movie with a naked woman parading around the screen and suddenly it felt like all the blood in his body was starting to travel south.

Edward can remember sitting on his bed, staring down at the tenting of his flannel pajama bottoms, and wondering what the hell that was all about. He can vividly tell you that the feeling of pulling the pants down and the elastic rim of them brushing against him had made him moan involuntarily.

That was when he remembered something his older brother had talked to him about.

He quickly discarded the pants and his boxers. He got up to make sure the door was locked firmly, and when he was sure of it, he turned up the volume on his television and lay back on his bed. He took a slow, tentative hold of his engorged member, gasping as the warm hand created new sensations. Even slower than before, he moved his hand up and down, tightening his hold as he got to the top. He stilled his motions, noticing the pearly colored liquid he was emitting. He took a swipe of the clear moisture and rubbed it on the head of his young dick, gasping loudly at the unbelievable feeling that small motion gave him.

Again, he stroked down, this time when he came up, he let his thumb play along the slit of his head, groaning at how good it felt. Tentatively he stroked down again, moaning lightly as his hand came back up. He stopped his hand when something Emmett told him popped into his head. Swiftly, he got up and grabbed lotion from his dresser and a tissue.

Rubbing some of the lotion onto his hand, he let his hand slide down himself once more, noting how much smoother the motion was, how much better it felt. His hand sped up and minutes later he was coming into his hand collecting everything his young body produced. As he came down from cloud nine, he wondered if girls did the same thing.

When he was sixteen, he lost his virginity to Bella, but when he was seventeen, he finally had sex with someone, his girlfriend at the time Jessica Stanley, a girl from his school. She was pretty, not overtly beautiful but still easy on the eyes.

That was the first time he heard and felt a girl come. He had been fingering her in the back of his car. She had been so warm, so wet, and ready for him, and the moment his fingers slid into her, he knew that this was what everyone always talked about. It wasn't that his time was Bella was bad, but it was just an experimental thing. They had both been absolutely clueless, but now he knew from reading and his older brother what to do, and for Edward, there was nothing like bringing a girl to her climax. He watched in awe as Jessica's whole body shook and her core tightened around his fingers as she came, his name, his fucking name pouring from her lips. It was single-handily the most incredible sight. From that moment on, Edward craved that expression, the look of pure ecstasy splayed across a woman's face when she came.

Watching Bella climax was unbelievable. He had never had the opportunity to see it. Their first time had ended too quickly for Bella to even embrace the fact that they were having sex, but these last couple of times had been extraordinary. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth dropped opened, her head tilted back exposing her neck, her chest protruded forward, and her body shook like a leaf in the wind. It was by far the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

So when the letter O appeared out of the hat it was only a matter of seconds before his mind set forward on the word orgasm. It was an instantaneous thought, but he didn't just want to make her come, no, he wanted her to feel like her body was on fire, like she had no control of herself, like everything she had ever felt before didn't even compare.

He had learned about the female orgasm from a human sexuality course in college. If the female G- Spot was stimulated correctly and directly, a woman would come, but not just come, but squirt almost like man, and her body, her body would shake as if she were having seizures. He remembered sitting in class as the professor explained how a woman could shake for up to a minute without stopping, without being touched after the orgasm ripped through her body.

That's what Edward wanted to see happen on Saturday. He wanted to watch Bella convulse, wanted to hear Bella scream, really scream, as every fiber of her being was shaken, as every electrical impulse was turned on at the same time.

And for Bella to call the formal challenge, it was like someone somewhere was answering his prayers. Call him greedy but he wanted as many of the letters as possible. He loved to pleasure. Don't get it wrong, he loved to be pleasured, to be lavished upon by a woman, but there was another type of pleasure he gained from watching a woman lose control of all her senses, all because of him.

After the challenge had been called, he disappeared for the rest of the day, the image of Bella sauntering away with a look of awe on her face still engrained in his head. He ended up just shopping for some groceries and stopping at the local farmer's market for a little bottle of grapeseed oil. It would come in handy for his plans on Saturday.

When he arrived home later that night, Bella had prepared dinner. It was just some chicken and vegetables, but after not eating all day, Edward practically devoured it, Bella commenting on how he should chew his food.

Monday passed by uneventfully. He had worn a turtleneck to work to hide Bella's little bite mark on his neck, which had already faded to a light red by Monday morning. No one even approached him about it, but that wasn't rare. Unless it was required of him, Edward mostly stayed to himself at work, occasionally chatting with some of his colleagues if he ran into them on his way somewhere.

The only person he talked to was his cousin Alice, who was his assistant. Yes, it was a bit nepotistic of him to hire his cousin as his assistant, but there was no one that he knew that was more qualified or more organized than Alice, but soon he would be losing her, and he would have to find someone to replace her after she married her high school sweetheart Jasper Hale in September.

Tuesday and Wednesday passed as quickly as Tuesday and Wednesday always do, which meant that they dragged on for eternity, which was not helped by the three hour long meeting Edward had on Wednesday night. Apparently parents thought a male rabbit chasing after a woman rabbit in a bathing suit was too risqué to air on Nickelodeon. Edward shook his head throughout the entire meeting. Did they not remember that Ren and Stimpy used to air on the damn channel when he was growing up?

Thursday proved to be a fun day for Edward, not so much at work, but at home. When he walked into the apartment, Bella had been doing yoga in the living room, and he watched, fascinated, as she bent forward completely, legs stretched out, head touching the floor, and her hands cupping her ankles.

"What's that one called?" he asked, surprising her, but not breaking her momentum.

Through heavy breaths she answered, "Prasāritapādottānāsana."

"Prasārita-what?"

"It just means intense spread leg stretch."

She stood up after thirty seconds and did a back bridge, something he had seen her do many times, but something was different this time. Maybe he was a pervert, but he watched as the muscle in her pelvis rose and fell along with her chest as she took even breaths.

"Doing your Kegels, I see!" he teased, and she merely told him to fuck off.

On Friday night, they sat around the television, eating popcorn and watched the first season of The Office.

"What?" Edward asked when Bella wouldn't stop sighing.

"Nothing. Jim is just so adorable. I just want to cuddle with him."

"You're joking, right? He's a total nerd!" Edward scoffed, throwing popcorn at Bella.

"I've always had a thing for nerds. There's something incredibly endearing about them, especially the way they interact with women. Plus I love how he is with Pam."

"Pam is smoking!" Edward commented, taking another mouthful of the snack.

"Oh, so it's okay to like the nerdy girl but not the nerdy guy?"

"That's not what I meant, Bells. It's just that someone like you can do so much better than someone like Jim."

"Jim's great though, and him and Pam are fantastic together. They're absolutely adorable. I like how they started out as friends," she said, not realizing the implication of her comments, but Edward didn't comment on it. Instead, he changed the subject.

"The letter tomorrow is O."

"O?" Bella questioned as she turned to face him.

"Yep. Make sure you do some Kegels beforehand. I know you have, but please. I don't want to hurt you tomorrow," he spoke sincerely. He didn't want to hurt her, not at all, but she needed to do her part to make tomorrow spectacular. Plus, he wanted to win.

"Hurt me? Are you planning to shove me against a brick wall or something?" she asked, worriedly.

"No, nothing like that, but please just do as I say."

"Ay Ay Capitan!" she saluted, giggling as she stood up to go to the bathroom.

"While you're up, go make some more popcorn," he said, tossing the bowl to her.

She gave him the finger and walked away.

=x=

Edward avoided Bella all day on Saturday. He had to get into the right mind frame for what he had planned, and he needed to be stern, but still make sure Bella was okay and that she was ready for everything.

He stayed in his room, nursing the bottle of grapeseed oil in his hand, tossing it from one to the other, over and over. He unscrewed the cap several times and took a whiff of it, loving the subtle aroma.

After doing absolutely nothing since he woke up, he actually decided to work on a project for work. He was only twenty-five but by next year, there were rumors that he would be made a partner. He would be the youngest executive the company has ever had if the rumors were true, but it was well deserved.

Edward had started at the Austen and Meyers Advertising Agency as an intern in his sophomore year in college, and steadily he climbed the corporate ladder to what he was now. The company owed Edward a great deal for the cereal campaign he had single handedly landed for them.

Work was incredibly stressful so these weekends have been proving to be just exactly what he needed to de-stress.

By sunset, Edward had been sitting on his bed doing nothing for about three hours. It was all strategy though. Bella had laughed at him about his eagerness, but from his spot he could see the shadow of Bella's feet pacing around in the living room.

He was making her wait on purpose; the anticipation would just make her more excited for what he had planned.

He decided to put her out of her misery, catching her by surprise when he opened the door. She yelped and fell down onto the couch.

"Fuck, Edward. You scared the shit out of me," she exclaimed, standing up, and clutching her chest.

"Sorry," he apologized, walking up towards her. His voice was deeper than usual, and he practically marched towards her as if her were hunting her. His movements made her sit back down on the couch. She stared up at him wide-eyed as he smirked down at her, fire blazing in his eyes.

"Stand up, Isabella," he ordered, sternly, and she complied immediately. "Follow me."

He extended his hand, and she placed her small hand in his. Quickly, he gripped her hand, and walked her to the kitchen table, standing her beside it.

"Don't move," he instructed as he took the fruit bowl off the table. Once that was done, he walked to his bedroom and retrieved two pillows, and lay them down on the kitchen table vertically.

"Take off your clothes," he told Bella, staring straight at her as she took off her tank top and pajama shorts, removing her underwear slowly, all while Edward stared at her hungrily.

"Mhmmm…ravishing," he murmured, moving to stand behind her. He grabbed Bella's right wrist, and removed the hair tie she always wore off, and used it to tie her hair up.

"As much as I love your hair down, I need it up for now," he informed her as he started to litter kisses along the nape of her neck. She leaned her head on his bare chest as he left wet open-mouth kisses. His hands rubbed up and down her sides roughly. It was not a gentle touch, but Bella was groaning in appreciation. She had been waiting all day.

"I love the body wash you use," he mumbled into her neck as his hand started to manipulate her nipples. They harden in his hands, letting Bella feel more. He rubbed his hips against her backside, and she felt how hard he was. He was still wearing sweats, but she could still feel him.

"Sit on the edge of the table!"

Bella complied immediately, sitting on the edge of the table, legs closed. Edward followed her movements, as he grabbed a chair and sat down in front of her, pulling her legs open. He groaned as he caught site of her, glistening for him. He looked up at her, smirking confidently as let one finger travel down her, dipping in to tease her clit and then back out. She moaned and arched her back, and Edward pulled his hand away.

"Lay down, Bella," he said, emphasizing by lightly pushing her down with his hand on her chest.

When she was fully splayed on the pillows on the table, he sat back down and pulled her closer to him by her hips. Her sex was mere inches from his mouth and she could feel it. She grasped at the pillows tightly as he let out hot air against her.

Pulling her close enough for his lips to be against her, he took a long slow lick right up her sex, spreading the moisture with his tongue. He reveled in Bella's gasp and started to flick his tongue against her clit, rubbing the tiny nub of nerves with the flat side of his tongue to alternate between the tip of his tongue.

Bella was starting to lose it, and he could tell. As his tongue worked her, his hands rubbed up and down her thighs, moving from her inner to outer with every few strokes of his tongue. It wasn't long before Bella's hips started to rise off the table. Edward grinned against her as her hands made their way to his hair. She gripped the locks tightly as she started to violently shove her hips against his mouth. Moments later she was seeing stars behind her eyes as the first orgasm of the night passed through her.

Edward removed himself completely away from her as she came down from the high. Her body was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat that he was tempted to lick but opted not to.

He walked around the table and when he reached the other end he pulled Bella up by her shoulders so her head was right at the edge of the table and feet just hung over the other end. She gasped as he pulled her. She was still struggling to even out her breathing.

Edward watched as her chest rose up and down as she took deep breaths in. He waited until she was slightly calmer before speaking.

"Relax, Bella. Just breathe in and out," he spoke softly, the sound of a cap twisting off catching Bella's attention.

"What's that?" she asked, watching him with her peripherals. She was afraid to move her head incase he would force it back forward.

"Grapeseed oil. Just sit there and relax," he assured her, rubbing some of the oil onto his hands, warming it up. Gently he rubbed Bella's arms, moving his hands up and down them, spreading the oil.

"That feels nice," Bella moaned out as his hands traveled to her breasts. Deliberately, he avoided he nipples as he moved around the table to rub down her torso and then her thighs. Bella let out little wisps of air and moans as he rubbed at her thigh, working out all the tension.

Edward grabbed some more oil and moved around again to sit down, this time by her feet. He grabbed her right foot and began rubbing the sole of her foot, pressing his thumb against the pressure points there. Bella's moan became progressively louder as his fingers expertly rubbed the heel of her foot and instep. He repeated the process with the other foot before standing back up.

He went to wash his hands before coming back to Bella. She had her eyes closed, and she was breathing heavy.

It was erotic at its best. You couldn't write what he was looking at justly. It was simply beautiful.

"Bella, I need you to relax now." Bella simply nodded as she opened her eyes to take a peek at Edward.

"You okay?" he asked, smiling playfully.

"Dandy," she answered breathlessly, Edward snickered.

"Okay, just sit back and relax. Please, by all means, tell me if I'm hurting you. Okay?"

"Okay," Bella answered trepidation clearly evident in her voice.

Taking more of the oil, he stood by the middle of the table, and rubbed the oil on to her pelvic bone and placed his left hand on it firmly. He took his middle and ring finger and slowly slid them into Bella, separating them once inside to curl around the rough surface of her G-Spot. He gave a test push against her, and Bella's entire body jumped off the table.

"Holy fuck," she gasped out and Edward chuckled. He couldn't wait to see her really feel the effects.

"You okay?" he teased, rubbing her again. This time he watched as her eyes rolled back in her head. She nodded, biting her lips as he started to push in hard and fast. Bella's moans were raucous and going straight to Edward's dick.

"Edward, OH GOD, YES!" she screamed out as his fingers pushed in hard. His hand over her pelvis kept her as still as possible on the table. His fingers looked like they were attacking her with how hard and fast he was driving them into her. An outsider would think he was trying to kill her, but Bella would beg, scream to differ.

This was like nothing she's ever felt before. Her body was on fire, blazing, and Edward could feel it. He could feel how hot her body was by the way the sweat was starting to pool under his hand. He could feel her body starting to react, starting to prepare itself for climax. She was starting to tighten around him, and her whimpers and pleas for more were starting to get louder. As he kept pushing his fingers, she started to scream loudly, just moans and groans, no words, but he knew that his name would pour from her lips.

"Bella," he whispered, and she responded by raising her hips against his fingers, wailing as her body started to really react. It was starting to happen and Edward could see it, and he grinned as he felt her hold his fingers tightly inside.

He drove his fingers in harder now, faster, and Bella was almost crying in pleasure as she began to grip the table for leverage.

"Edward!" she screamed out as he felt her immanent climax growing closer. With a few more strokes of his fingers he pulled out watching Bella squirt as her body shook like she was having a seizure. She called out his name, over and over, as her body kept shaking. Every part of her was reacting to the impulses. Her arms shook, her legs shook, even her fingers twitched. He watched as her toes curled and uncurled, and he watched the slow fall back down from the release.

"HOLY FUCK!" she let out through her erratic breathing.

"Say it!" he exclaimed pulling up a chair to sit by her face.

"Say it," he repeated.

"You win," she whispered.

"Excuse me? I didn't hear you," Edward teased, as he brushed some hair sticking to Bella's forehead away.

"You win," she practically yelled.

"That's right. I win. You know what that means. That means, two more weeks until you get to pick out a letter. Oh and it also means, you're not allowed to wear clothing in the house."

"What?" Bella asked rising as quickly from the table as her exhausted body with let her.

"You heard me!"

"That wasn't part of the deal," she argued, pointing a finger in his face. He playfully grabbed it and kissed it.

"You know the rules of the TFC, I can add to it as much as I like, and I'm adding that you have to walk around the house naked for the next week. After next Saturday, you are free to be clothed once more."

Bella growled at him as she stood up off the table. She was about to walk away before she realized that she was the only one to come.

"What about you?" she asked, her eyes traveling down to the obvious bulge in Edward's pants.

"Don't worry about me. We'll deal with that next Saturday. Why don't you go shower?" he suggested and she nodded, wobbling all the way to the bathroom.

"Need some help, Swan?" he teased from his seat in the kitchen, already starting to rub himself over his sweats.

She turned around and gave him the finger as she closed the bathroom door.