Twilight is not mine

It didn't take long to convince the sex god. He grabbed hold of my hand with a look of determination and led me to the stairs. A couple of times people were in our way and I thought he was going to pummle them. One couple was uncermoniously leand against the door of the room he wanted and his nostrls flaired, fingers tightening around my hand slightly as his fist clenched.

"Move," he said simply, nodding at them. "Now."

At first I thought they were going to argue with him. The man brought his face away from the girls long enough for me to see his dialated pupils, the redness around his eyes. Those eyes widened slightly when he saw Edward standing there, looking for all the world like he was going to either kill them or take me right there. I wiggled from foot to foot at the thought.

"Sure, man," He nodded, edging away from the door with his girlfriend. "No problem."

"Thanks," I called over my shoulder as Edward marched in, tugging me along behind him.

In one quick motion he slung me over his shoulder and kicked the door shut behind us, walking towards a big bed in the center of the room.

If my lady parts hadn't been completely taking over my mind his determination might have worried me slightly but as it was the idea that he wanted me so badly he was almost mad with lust was just a major turn on. I was already wet, embarrassingly so actually.

My stomach flipped as he tossed me onto the bed, studying me with the eyes of a hunter, licking his lips slightly.

"I thought I was going to have to throw Jasper out the window again when I saw him talking to you," he said, his voice deep and sultry.

My breathing hitched, my cheeks already dusted pink from excitement and I was very tempted to reach down and show him what I wanted.

"Jasper who?"

A sly grin stretched his lips and he turned on his heel, walking towards the door.

My eyes widened and I almost demanded he come back so I could cum. But he only flicked the lock down to stop any prying eyes and before I could blink he was back with me, laying on his side beside me.

"One more chance to back out, Bella," he smoldered, his lips inches from mine.

Not a chance of that! I wanted him so bad it hurt.

I answered him by crushing my lips to his, finaly taking the oppertunity to wrack my fingers through his amazing bronze locks. I had thought they would be tangled or something but his hair is so soft it makes me groan embarrassingly enough. What a rediculous thing to find sexy!

"I want to consume you," he murmures, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and rolling so he's holding himself above me on his muscular arms. "I want to be so far inside you that I'm all you think of."

He's a dirty talker?

"God, yes," I groaned, arching up off the bed as he sliped a hand under my shirt.

His hand traveled agonizingly slow up my stomach, feather light across my ribs, and then covered my breast, right where I wanted them. Well to be honost I wanted his hands a lot lower but if he's not going to do that right now my breasts are right where I want him.

"Perfect," he muttered sitting up and tugging my teeshirt over my head. "Absolutely perfect."

I was thinking the same thing as I stared up at him.

I grinned slyly, tugging at the end of his own teeshirt and he raised one eyebrow, obviously happy where things were headed.

I think I drooled a little when his chest was fully displayed for me. You could count his six pack, which I fully intended to do later when he fell asleep on top of me. His red boxer shorts were sticking out from under his dark jeans, his bicepts were tattooed and just the right amount of muscel, not over the top like those weight lifter meat heads but definitely definded.

His hands were not satisfied palming my breasts over my black lace bra for very long because he soon unhooked it with the finese of a pro and the devilish look of a true bad boy.

He took my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling before lowering his mouth to them, circling my nipple with his tongue and flicking it every so often.

As his tongue massaged and played his hands slipped down my body so blissfully that I wasn't sure what to pay attention to- his hands or his mouth. His fingers reached the top of my jeans and without even pausing he popped open the button, trailing the zipper down. Instead of disconecting his mouth from my breast, which neither of us wanted, to help me get my jeans off he simply pushed his long slender fingers into the band of my panties.

I made another embarrassing noise as his middle finger ran up and down my pussy, testing.

"So wet," he groaned, finally pulling off my breast with a smack of his lucious lips. "Are you ready for me, kitten?"

I lifted my hips, pushing my jeans down my legs and he licked his lips, pulling off his own jeans and boxer shorts.

If Edward Cullen was a sex god dressed nothing could describe him naked. He was magnificent.

"Take off your panties," he commanded, sitting back on his knees to give me room.

My eyes widened slightly as he stroked his dick unabashed, watching me intently. Of course I'd had sex before. I wasn't going to come to a party and lose my virginity to some random stranger as a form of distraction from a craptastic day, although it probably would have ended better than Jacob freshman year. Everyone had been doing it and Jake wanted to do it. He was my only close friend so I didn't want to tell him no. It turns out that's exactly why I should have told him no. He hadn't known what he was doing and he fumbled a lot with the condom. I'd spent the entire time worrying about the stories I'd heard about condom breaks and not putting them on right. I hadn't even been close to cumming when he collapsed on top of me. It was awkward and I didn't want to look at him after. We haven't talked a lot since.

So granted, I'd had sex before but this guy, this sex god would not be like Jacob Black... Edward Cullen knew what he was doing.

I scurried onto my knees and pushed my panties down my legs, unable to stop myself from running a finger down my pussy.

His eyes watched me hungrily as I traced my pussy lips, teasing myself before finaly pushing a finger inside.

"Uhm," I breathed.

He blew out a breath, his hand quickening its strokes along his magnificent dick.

"You'll need more than one finger, kitten," he promised.

I added another, groaning at the feeling and he shook his head, grinning wickedly. I wrinkled my brows, pushing a third finger inside. Warm tingles shot up my body. I'd never used more than two fingers before but I made a mental note to do it more often.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked, twirling his thumb over the tip of his massive cock.

I brushed my fingers over my clit and a strangled groan rose from my lips.

"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled.

I nodded, in a haze of lust.

"I can make you feel better."

My eyes roamed down his arm to the hand stroking his cock. I knew he wasn't giving me empty promises. If three fingers felt this good that was going to be... wow.

And then I muttered something that seemed to completely crush any semblance of control he had left.

"Please," I breathed, pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy at a reckless pace. I needed more. Has anyone ever died of unfulfilled sexual desire before?

His hands were off his dick in an instant as he launched himself across the bed, pushing me onto my back and once again he was hovering over me with the eyes of a preditor.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" he asked. It sounded almost like an accusation when he said it in that agonized voice raw with need.

I didn't have time to answer him before he thrust into me with one quick push of his hips. My arms wrapped around him automatically as a groan echoed throughout the room. I wasn't sure who's it was so I didn't bother being embarrassed. I just closed my eyes shut tight and held on to his shoulders as he set a steady pace.

"So sexy you drive me mad," he answered himself, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

I threw my legs around his waist, meeting his hips thrust for thrust as the head board protested it's abuse. Bam, squeak, bam, squeak.

His tongue peaked out to taste the skin of my earlobe and my legs tightened around him, my finger nails digging into his back.

"So sexy you make me feel like an animal," he grunted.

My head lulled back on the pillow and I bit my lip, trying to stiffle any noises I didn't want party goers to hear.

"God, Edward," I groaned, despite my best efforts. "Please. Faster."

He nipped at my shoulder, complying immidiately, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust.

"Open your eyes," he demanded.

I pried my eyes open to find him staring at my face intently, the head board slamming against the wall now, a shean of sweat on his powerful shoulders. His eyes were the most intense green I had ever seen, a color I had previously doubted excisted in nature.

"I want to make you feel good," he said in a don juan voice, a voice that would be starring in my fantasies for weeks. "So good, Bella."

My breathing matched his thrusts and I had to let go of his shoulders to grab onto the shaking headboard so I didn't combust and fly off into the atmosphere.

"I'm so close," I got out, my eyes fighting to close but I wouldn't lose one second of staring into those beautiful eyes.

He groaned, reaching back to unhook my legs and push my knees to my chest so that my legs rested between our bodies. Every thought I'd had of staying quiet so nobody heard me went out the window as I released a scream so loud I'm sure they could hear it, even over the music downstairs.

He never slowed his pace as my pussy walls clung to his dick and spasmed waves of pure joy through my body. My eyes felt like they were going to burst with the pressure of keeping them open.

He leaned down, his breath fanning over my neck, his hands going to rest on either side of my head and instead of slowing to let me come down from my orgasm he sped up.

"Breath," he whispered, his voice a tense gritty tone of pure sex.

I released a deep breath and a shot of tingles washed over not only my heaven bond pussy but my entire body.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," I chanted.

It was too much. I wasn't coming down any time soon and from the look on Mr. Sex God's face that was exactly what he'd intended.

Author's Note: -Fans self- Wow. So I hope this makes up for the absent update from the Mistress. My husband definitely thought so when he woke up this morning with a printed copy of this chapter on his pillow. -winks- I promised I wouldn't tell but change the bronze locks to black curls and green eyes to sky blue and you've got the night I met my husband, first year of college at a party. Lol! Don't judge me. You would have too. Haha