Rating: M

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns all things Twilight - I just like to get weird with her characters.

A/N…Much love and thanks to my beta LovinRob for all of her encouragement and hard work on this story! Without her OCD and her cock/pussy thesaurus, this fic would be a hot mess of past and present tense and the word erection used repeatedly…

Many thanks to AmandaC3 for creating the marvelous banner for this story and the Togaward bonus banner. I wouldn't believe it was possible – but she made Rob hotter by wrapping him in pink bed sheets…

Without further ado, here is Edward's birthday present...

Chapter 10 – Dance For You

Edward grabs my hand, leading me through the crowd and down the stairs. He opens his door and motions for me to enter first. My entire body is vibrating with nervousness and excitement. I feel his lips on my neck just seconds after I hear the door shut and lock behind me.

He gently brushes my hair away from my shoulder and places three kisses down my shoulder. I feel myself flush as my body instantly reacts to his touch. He runs his hands down my arms as he skims his nose along my neck before placing a soft kiss behind my ear.

"Where do you want me, Miss Swan?" He whispers.

A shiver runs through my body and I can feel his excitement growing against my lower back. Trying to maintain my composure, I close my eyes and answer quietly, "I need to prepare, but feel free to sit where ever you're comfortable and if you'd like, you can make the music selection."

He runs his fingers over my upper arms again, lightly grazing the sides of my breasts as he does. I breathe in quickly as I feel his mouth on my earlobe sucking lightly and releasing it with a pop.

"I want you to choose the music, Bella. I can tell you're nervous."

My hands are trembling and I am nervous as fuck. I certainly don't have enough confidence or alcohol in my system to pull this off. My blazing insecurity is about to get the best of me when he takes my hands in his and wraps his arms around me reassuringly.

"You don't have to do this, Bella." He says as he nuzzles my neck. "This is enough for me."

I want this. I want to do this for him and for me. He is like a drug to me and I am chasing his high. I need a fix. I straighten my back and turn to face him, placing my hand over his cheek and rub my thumb over his lip.

Giving him my best haughty smirk, I drop my voice an octave, "Make yourself comfortable, Edward. I'll be out in a minute."

I turn and grab my bag from the floor where I had unceremoniously dropped it upon my arrival. I can feel his eyes on my every move. I smile as I select a song from my iPod and place it in his iHome, all queued up and ready to go.

I make my way to the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind me. Looking in the mirror, my face is flushed pink. I remove my toga and nude undergarments and inspect myself in the mirror again as I know the next set of lingerie I am planning on wearing leaves little to the imagination.

The bra and panties are black sheer with small corn silk blue embroidery. A bit of a splurge, but the panties make my ass cheeks look pert and smackable. Although my breasts are a small C-cup on a good day, the bra pushes the girls up, making them look like a delectable treat to be feasted on (fingers crossed).

I throw my hair into a messy bun and pile it on top of my head and retouch my make-up, though I really hope it will be smudged by the end of the evening. I slip a navy wrap dress on, careful not to button it on the inside so he can just pull the tie for easy removal. Finally, I slip on a pair of sky high patent heels and pick up my featured reading recommendation being a naughty librarian and all. I take one last glance in the mirror just to make sure I look the part. I place my hand on the door knob and silently tell myself not to be a coward. Taking a deep breath I open the door and shut off the light. Just like last week, he is sitting on the futon, glass of Makers Mark in hand, and a smile that sets my body on fire.

Showtime, Bella. "Good evening, Mr. Cullen." I say as I step towards him, looking down at him over my glasses with a seductive smirk glued to my face. "So glad we could arrange this private session. Tell me, have you completed the required reading?"

His eyes roam all over my body as I slowly stalk towards him. He leans forward infinitesimally, licks his lips and shakes his head no.

"Tsk tsk, Mr. Cullen. If you don't do the required reading, how will you ever learn about mutual pleasure?" I ask with an air of annoyance. Pursing my lips to the side of my face as if I am debating something, I continue, "Perhaps the Human Sexuality text book was too broad and overwhelming for you. Maybe we should focus on something more specific. Something that will help you play to your strengths."

I hand him the book and quickly turn around with my hands clasped on my lower back pacing the length of his room, unable to make eye contact while he reads the title. After about 30 seconds, I can't stand it and have to peek at his expression. He is staring at the cover of the book, She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring A Woman. He is smirking, clearly trying to hold back a laugh.

"Is something funny, Mr. Cullen?" I snap, "Because if you don't intend to read the assigned literature, I am sure I won't waste my time again with another private session." I finish crossing my arms under my chest.

His eyes go wide at the tone of my voice and he shakes his head furiously. "I'll do the required reading, Miss Swan." He replies quietly, his expression changing into a naughty crooked smirk, "I'd even be happy to do the practical application as well."

"Hmm," I retort tapping my finger to my lips appearing to be deep in thought, "You don't sound very convincing. I don't think you are taking this very seriously, Mr. Cullen. Perhaps you need some additional encouragement, yes? A little positive reinforcement, a little, push?"

He begins nodding his head up and down vigorously, squirming in his seat in anticipation.

"Very well, then Mr. Cullen. Please set the book down." I sigh indifferently.

I walk over to the iHome and take a deep breath before hitting the play button. The beginning chords of TLC's Red Light Special begin and I start lightly swaying to the music with my back facing him. At first I feel awkward, sort of like Jamie Lee Curtis in True Lies, but then I turn to face him.

His eyes are wide, lips are parted and he is clearly trying to steady his breathing. There's seriously nothing more gorgeous to me at this point then seeing Edward Cullen practically salivating. It is just the confidence boost I need to kick this up a notch.

I continue to sway as I slowly run my hands up over my hips, my stomach and then gently palm my breasts. My swaying becomes more exaggerated, as I run my fingers through my hair, pulling out the messy bun and letting my wild mane fall over my shoulders, all the while, maintaining direct eye contact with him.

I begin to walk towards him slowly, pulling my bottom lip through my teeth to conceal the moan that is threatening to escape. I stop right in front of his feet and dip low, grabbing his hands in mine from his knees as I come back up letting his hands lightly graze my stomach and the tips of my breasts right before I place his hands behind his head.

I give him a coy smile as he tries unsuccessfully to mask his disappointment. Ah, ah, ah, patience, lover. I can't help my teasing smirk in response as I lightly slide my fingernails down the front of his chest and place my hands on his knees, spreading them slightly as I maneuver them under his toga. I softly run my hands up his thighs, mere centimeters from where his cock stands erect, desperate for my touch. I slip my hands back down to his knees and close them tightly, pushing myself up.

Standing over him, I look down and slowly remove my glasses and throw them on his bed. Smiling, I reach down the hem of my dress and pull it up as I sashay my hips, giving him a glimpse of my panties for the first time. I then begin to roll my hips as I turn around, looking at him over my shoulder, making sure he is enjoying the view from behind as well. Spreading my legs apart and pulling my dress higher, I sink down and sit on his lap.

His erection is huge and I gasp when I sit on it. He moans deeply, hopefully not in pain. I grind down on it gently and in time with the music while laying my head on his shoulder, making sure he gets a good view.

Taking his hands in mine, I place them firmly on my tits as I continue to gyrate on his lap. I let them linger there momentarily, squeezing his hands and encouraging him to cop a good feel. After a minute, I lower his left hand to the tie of the wrap dress. One tug and the goodies will be exposed. Keeping his hand under mine, I wrap his fingers around the tie and slowly pull his hand while his right hand continues to stimulate my breast. The wrap dress comes apart, exposing my lingerie to him. Taking my hands off of his, I move them to the back of his head to run my fingers through his hair as I continue to rub my crotch all over his dick.

"Touch me, Edward." I whisper as I turn my head slightly.

Wasting no time taking what he wants, he runs his hands over my body. His right hand wanders over to my left breast, as if he knows the greedy whore is seeking his attention. His left hand runs further down my stomach, over my pubic bone, only to cup my now drenched pussy over my panties. I can't even try to be embarrassed about the moans that escape my lips, nor the knee jerk reaction I have to seek friction by moving my hips up and down his body.

I need more, so I grab his hands and return them to the top of his head, and slink off his lap back onto my feet. I turn to look back at him as I remove the dress from my arms and let it drop to the floor. I spin around to face him, licking my lips and running my hands all over my body. I straddle his legs again, this time facing him. I briefly think about scooting my pelvis up so that I can place his dick directly under my center, but I figure I will let him take the lead.

"Show me where you want me, birthday boy." I say as I put my lips to his ear, slipping his earlobe into my mouth.

He releases a shaky breath, grabs my hips and places my entrance right on the head of his cock.

"Ah, FUCK!" I whisper shout, closing my eyes and throwing my head back.

His hands are on my hips, guiding my movements, using me for his pleasure. I can hear his breathing pick up between my moans of pleasure. Unable to help myself, I sneak a peek at Edward. His eyes are focused on where our bodies meet, only separated by three thin layers. He must feel my gaze on him because he suddenly looks up to meet my stare. His eyes are dark and full of lust; his expression is one of pain and pleasure.

"What would please you, Edward?" I breathe out huskily, "Do you want to touch me?"

He nods, licking his lips.

"Yeah. Fuck. Yeah, Bella." He grits out and somehow pulls me down harder on his dick.

His right hand releases the death grip it has on my hip and begins lowering the straps of my bra, all the while placing kisses all over my collarbone and the tops of my breasts.

"Do you want me to take this off, Edward?" I ask seductively as I reach around to unhook the eyes of my bra.

Again he nods, clearly speaking is becoming difficult for him, especially when I unlatch the last hook and slowly pull my arms through the straps, exposing my breasts to him for the first time. His lips part and a deep growl reverberates from his chest. The minute the bra hits the floor, each of his hands are rubbing my tits. Squeezing and kneading them, causing my nipples to become impossibly hard. He sucks one into his mouth clamping down forcefully, and then swipes his tongue over it to ease the sting.

Since he is no longer steadying me on his dick, I have to grab onto the back of the futon and grind myself down onto him. I like this because in this position I can set the pace. For once in my entire sexual life, I feel powerful. It is strange because I am in control, while still being controlled. It is a high that I am sure I will chase for the rest of my life.

I don't notice that the song has ended, but Edward is far from through with me. It is now quiet in the room. All you can hear is our breathing and the frame of the futon squeaking and shaking from the intensity of our dry humping.

Just when I think it can't get much better than grinding on Edward's cock, he ups the ante. I feel his hand slip into my panties, pressing two fingers firmly on my clit. I very nearly jump out of my skin and release this unnatural keening noise. Pleased with his effect on me, he takes it to the limit one more time and starts the dirty talk.

"So fucking good, Bella. You feel so fucking good!" He is harshly breathing against the side of my neck, nipping and licking and biting at it between the errant thoughts that are escaping his lips. "Just wait until I am inside of you. I'm going to make you cum, my Bella. You're gonna cum so hard, and then you'll be mine."

I don't know if it is the possessiveness of his statement, or the fact that he is rubbing my clit so expertly, but I decide to up the dirty talk ante myself. I stop circling over his cock and place his hands back on my waist. For a split second he looks worried, over what I can't imagine. I lean in and swipe the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip before kissing him deeply. The kiss is slow and sloppy. I want to swallow him whole, I can't get enough. I abruptly end the kiss and pull away to look at him as I gather my tits in my hands, squeezing and rubbing my fingertips over them.

"I think about it all the time, Edward. Fantasize about it. About you, taking me, having me," leaning in and pressing my forehead against his for emphasis,
"…fucking me."

I can feel his entire body react to my last statement, giving me the confidence I need and the new high I crave.

"It always starts the same, I am naked, on my back, legs spread wide. Desperate and so fucking ready for you." His breathing picks up again, so I continue, "You are on your knees, between my legs, looking down at me, slowly stroking your cock, deciding…"

My words are slow, deliberate, oozing with want.

"I am guessing you are deciding how to take me. You know what I mean, don't you?" I tilt my head questioning him mockingly. "Are you going to ease it in gently, Edward? Go slow so you can feel how tight I'll grip you? So I can enjoy every ridge and vein and feel every inch of you? So you can settle in, buried to the hilt?"

He licks his lips, drawing them into a hard line and I can feel his grip getting tighter on my hips. Is it sick that I am slightly turned on by the thought of bruising? That I want any mark of his that I can get? I smile devilishly, relishing the control I have over him. Alright Swan, take it up a notch. I lean in and kiss him deeply but abruptly, leaving him panting so I can continue.

"Hmm… Or do you think that you'd prefer to shove it all in with one swift stroke. Fast and hard, Edward. Wouldn't that feel so good, slamming it in there? Asserting your power, your… possession."

I run my tongue over his earlobe and grind down hard on his cock. After a few seconds and a couple of slow circles on his tip, I lean in and pull his bottom lip between my teeth. Releasing it and raising my voice an octave so I can sound relatively innocent as I say my next thought aloud.

"Claim my pussy as your own, Edward? Isn't that what you want?"

The groan he releases is strained, and suddenly he begins bucking his hips, essentially grinding back. The friction is indescribable as my Edward is clearly unleashing the beast on me. I have to keep going because I cannot be contained. All those years of holding back are released. Edward has unlocked that door and I never want to shut it again.

"Are you going to stay on your knees and watch as you fill me, Edward? Hmm? Are you going to watch your cock slam in and out? Slow or fast? Does it turn you on knowing that you are the one in charge? That you're bringing me pleasure? That every time I moan or scream or beg you to "fuck me harder" that it's all you."

He grits his teeth together, bucking his hips impossibly faster and harder. The futon frame slamming into the wall, threatening to collapse due to the intensity he is letting loose on me. I can't get enough, I am so close, and I need to keep him going. I remove one hand from my breast and put it in my mouth, sucking and moaning before trailing it down to the top of my panties. I slide it in and start rubbing my clit, whimpering softly at the contact to my sensitive nub.

I can feel his eyes on me, watching as I touch myself. It thrills me to see the desperation in his expression with the tight set of his jaw and the hungry lick of his lips. This is all the encouragement I need to continue.

"From there, the fantasy can go a million different places. So many different positions, Edward. So many ways to take me. Would you like that Edward? Would it please you to have me riding your cock? Or do you want to take me from behind?"

I can barely get the words out as the grinding and humping becomes frantic. I close my eyes and throw my head back letting the mounting pleasure boil over.

"Fuck, Edward. Ahhh. I'm…" I can't get the words out, the intensity is too much. I intend to tell him I am close, but he interrupts me.

"Look at me, Bella." My eyes open wide, turned on and alarmed by the tone of his voice. His expression is crazed. "I want to watch you cum."

I nod slowly, our eyes are locked. I speed up the movement on my clit, rolling it in time with his thrusts. Every muscle in my body tightens, my ears ring, and I can barely draw a deep breath. My legs shake and my grip on the futon tightens. My eyes remain locked on his, it's like he knows that I have reached the summit that I am there and ready.

"Now I want you to CUM. FOR. ME." He demands, punctuating the end of his statement with rough thrusts.

It is all too much and I come completely undone. A split second and two hard thrusts later, I feel his body stiffen and his cock explodes, coating my panties with wetness, marking me. His mouth is on mine, sucking in my screams, taking them for himself like a trophy. I slump onto his shoulder, sated and exhausted.

He too is trying to catch his breath. I can't be sure how long we stay there, lying completely spent. But I eventually feel his light kisses on my shoulder.

"I'm a mess." He admits, chuckling lightly.

"You are a mess – go clean yourself up, Cullen." I joke as I pull myself up to stand on shaky legs in sky high heels.

He stands up and kisses my temple. "God damn girl, I can't imagine it gets better than that." He admits, smiling.

"Me neither." I reply quietly with a sheepish smile of my own.

He walks into the bathroom, and I hear the shower start up. It takes everything in me not to full on sprint into the bathroom to shower with him. Instead I figure it's probably a good idea to find my bra and put on my pajamas.

As I slip the shirt he let me borrow over my head, his cell phone begins to ring. It is nearly midnight so I start to worry that it may be an emergency since everyone he hangs out with is upstairs. But it isn't someone upstairs; it is a picture of him and Heidi. It must have been Halloween last year. She is rocking a Playboy Bunny get-up, while he looks fetching as Hef in a smoking jacket. I can't help but feel inferior – she is so beautiful and he looks crazy happy. She is holding him so tightly and it looks like his hands are resting on the top of her ass. I stare at the picture until the call goes to voicemail.

A minute later he receives a text. So help me, I don't want to look at the iPhone, but when I see that the text is from Heidi, curiosity gets the better of me.

Are you ready for your present birthday boy? I can be there in 10. -H

I feel sick; I am just the opening act. I try to distract myself when another text comes through. Clearly I am a masochist because I can't stop myself from glancing at the perfect pair of naked tits that appears on the screen, followed by Heidi's sext.

Your favorite girls miss you Eddie. Have you sent bookworm home yet? –H

My stomach turns. I grab my clothes and coat and get the fuck out of there. On my way up the stairs, I make the decision to sneak out the back door; hopefully none of my friends will be out back so I can make a quick escape. Unfortunately, I see Rosalie propped against the kitchen sink looking murderous. I follow her eyes and spy Triple H and Orangutan Tits dancing with Emmett between them. Royce King is standing closely to her, speaking quietly in her ear. Ain't this some shit? I approach quietly.

"You deserve better than that, Rose. You are a fucking goddess compared to those zoo animals. If you were mine Rose, I wouldn't leave your side. I'd be so proud to have you on my arm." He coos in her ear. Reaching up and moving her hair behind her shoulder so he can get his mouth closer to her ear, he seductively adds, "In my bed…"

I want to puke in my mouth. "Rose!" I snap, "Can I talk to you real quick?" I ask pulling her out the back door. I don't miss the sneer that Royce throws my way.

A clear role reversal, Rose seems unsure of what I am going to say. "First of all, are you alright?"

Her lips form a tight line, masking her sadness for anger. "I just don't get it, B. I wouldn't let anyone who made Emmett uncomfortable around me. He doesn't take me seriously. I am literally sick of it¸ it's fucking embarrassing."

"Trust me, I get it, but cozying up to a douche like Royce King – not a good plan." I firmly advise.

She nods. "Where are you off to?" She asks, clearly the Emmett topic not up for discussion any longer.

I hate myself for what I am about to do. "I feel a little sick and Edward is passed out. I have a cab out front so I gotta go." I lie.

Thankfully she is distracted just enough that she doesn't question me, nodding and telling me she will be over tomorrow for coffee. I set off into the night to do the walk of shame.

A/N… So... yeah... That just happened...

Don't worry dolls, we will get some answers next chapter... Don't set fire to your Team Dryhumpward t-shirts just yet... I hope this chapter was like a Snickers - truly satisfying. I think some of you were getting the shakes from such a lack of citrus.

The next chapter will post again from the friendly confines of the Walt Disney World Resort. This time I will post from a clam shell on the Finding Nemo ride - again, totally appropriate.

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