Well, ladies and gents *peers out to see if there are any*, this here chapter is what was supposed to be the end of the story. Heehee. That is until BellaMadonna decided it needed to be continued. Through her patient coercion, there will be more. But, you read the prologue, so you already knew that. The beta for this endeavour is none other than the irreplaceable BreathofTwilight. (Didja notice, bb? Giggles) However, I would be remiss if I didn't give my other incredible support system credit as well. RobotMoose and WickedWriterChick, I love you to pieces! And much thanks to the Twificsters for their support. Hope this works, the site is being a bit of a PITA lately.

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns the rights and makes the big bucks. I own a seat next to some pretty fabulous people at ComiCon.

Enough of this nonsense. Read, already.

EPOV

"What was that?"

I grin. "I'm not sure, exactly. Want to get out of here? Maybe go for a walk? Talk some more?" I ask, hoping against hope she agrees. I really don't want this date to end. I don't want to be separated from Bella just yet. Maybe not ever.

She seems hesitant and fidgets a bit in her seat, but replies in a soft sighing voice, "I think I'd like that."

Yes! My brain is giving a fist pump. And my dick agrees.

I settle the bill quickly as my companion excuses herself to visit the ladies' room before we leave. I tell her I'll wait for her by the door. I see her before she sees me, and watching her while she is unaware and unaffected, just serves to cause my already uncomfortable erection to swell measurably. It is really uncomfortable, but it's also kinda nice. Just a couple of kisses have done this to me. This hasn't happened in… well, maybe ever…

When Bella reaches me, I take her hand and open the door. "How about a walk down to Waterfront Park?" I suggest with the biggest smile I'm sure I've worn in many months.

"Sure, that would be nice," she grins back at me.

As we walk, we continue the conversation we'd begun at dinner, stopping occasionally to see if that connection is still alive. Just quick little pecks interspersed with deeper, more soulful kisses. Those are the best; I get to hold her in my arms. Feel her tiny body pressed against mine as she threads her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. I know she has to feel how much I want her. She can't possibly not feel it against her stomach. But, I don't care. I want her to know how strongly my body reacts to her.

As we reach the park, our conversation has slowly dwindled and more time is being spent on kisses than talking. We stand against the fence that protects children from falling in the water, and I press her against it, placing my foot between hers, leaning into her body as I kiss her deeply. I suck gently on her lower lip; a quiet moan escapes her before I swallow it, covering her mouth with mine. The kiss takes on another dimension. No longer are we two strangers getting to know each other, it's as if this is where I'm meant to be. It feels so right. I break the kiss to press feather light kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and just behind her ear. I press my hips more fully to hers and she presses back, another small moan drops from her lips. She's aroused; I can feel her nipples pressing into my chest through the thin fabrics. I slide my hands down her back to caress her ass. So tight, yet so soft. And I pull her more fully against my arousal. I need to get her out of here.

"Your place . . .

BPOV

". . . or mine?" he chuckles. He fucking chuckles. Gah, he's got me so worked up, I can hardly begin to form coherent thoughts, and he chuckles? I pull away with a huff.

"No! Bella, I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing because it's such a cheesy line! But, also, so apt. I want you so badly I can hardly speak. I want to take this further. You feel the connection, I know you do. You said so. I just want to, no, need to, worship you and make love to you. And, I'm so caught up in this whole thing, I couldn't think of another way to broach the subject. I'm so sorry if I offended you." He truly looked dejected at the end of his speech. I couldn't be angry. It actually was kind of funny.

"Well, I want to get Bessie home, so how about my place. You can come in, we can have a nightcap and . . ." My rambling was cut off by a pair of soft, warm, luscious lips covering mine.

"Deal. I'll follow you so you don't get lost." He chuckles again. He just thinks he's a comedic genius, but then again, it is kinda funny.

"Okay. I'll see you there, then." Fortunately, I had allowed for the possibility that he would be as charming as he is, sense of humor notwithstanding, and I might be inviting him for a drink before sending him on his way. Thus, my apartment is spotless.

It doesn't take long to get to my place. I pull into the drive and the shiny silver Volvo parks along the curb. I slide out of Bessie's cab and head toward the front door. I'll admit I'm more than a little excited about spending a little more time with him. He meets me at the door, slips his arms around me and kisses me thoroughly before I can even get the door open. He finally takes the keys from me and opens the door, never ceasing his assault on my lips. Of course, I give as good as I get in that department. Edward pulls us inside and closes the door, locking it. "We don't want anyone interrupting, now, do we?" he purrs against my neck.

I gather my composure enough to walk away from the door and into the living room, dragging a perfectly willing Edward behind me. I sit on the sofa and pat the spot next to me, inviting him to sit.

EPOV

I sit down next to her and, for the first time all evening, I have her alone, away from anyone else's prying eyes. I take her hands in mine and lean in for a kiss, just a little one, which she deepens. Pulling her hands from mine, she wraps them around my neck with her fingers entwining in my hair. I pull her firmly against me, wrapping my arms around her waist.

As our tongues memorize each others' taste, my hands begin to stroke up and down her back and sides. Little whimpers escape her as she presses herself closer still. I kiss across her cheek to the shell of her ear, giving it a little lick as I make my way to her neck. I sprinkle feather-light kisses down her neck and across her collarbone to the hollow of her throat, where I swirl my tongue, teasing her soft skin, before kissing up the other side. I repeat my actions in reverse on the other side of her neck, ending finally with a searing kiss on her lips. Soft sounds escape her luscious lips as I make my rounds. Her hands begin to wander, caressing my chest and arms.

I lean back against the arm of the sofa, pulling Bella's small form atop my own, never stopping the stroking, the kissing. She follows me, leaning against my chest. Slowly, she brings her knees to either side of my hips and sits up. Her brown eyes are hooded and looking very aroused. She reaches for my shirt and begins to pull it loose from my pants. Yes, I like where this is going. I won't push, I won't rush, but I like the fact that she seems to want me. She begins to fumble with the buttons, so I give her some help. As soon as the buttons are undone, she assaults my chest with her fingers and mouth. Stroking over my skin with her soft fingers and chasing them with kisses and licks.

BPOV

His skin is stretched taut over defined muscles. Not bulky, but very nice. And he's so warm. I could just get lost in his warmth and his kisses. As I'm exploring his chest, his hands continue stroking, and they have now found the hem of my dress and are stroking up the outside of my thighs, from my knees, stopping just short of the cheeks of my ass. It feels so good I can't help the nearly-silent moans escaping against Edward's chest. It must feel good to him, too, as he lets loose a low groan, and I feel his erection pulse below me. And, oh my, what an erection it is. I can feel the length of it under me in just the right position to create the friction I'm seeking. I begin to roll my hips against him, eliciting more moans, and arousing myself even further.

His hands travel over the curve of my hips and up my sides to cup my breasts, kneading and pinching my nipples, the stimulation making a direct line from my breasts to where I'm pressing myself against his erection. He moves the neckline of my dress aside to reveal a lace covered breast, "So soft . . . so beautiful," he murmurs, as he draws my lace covered nipple between his teeth. I don't know how much more I can take before I have to have him.

As I continue to stroke over the muscles in his chest, my hands begin to stray farther down, toward his beltline. He feels so good. I run my hand below his belt and palm . . .

EPOV

. . . my dick. She's squeezing my dick. That feels so good, but I know that if I don't stop her now, I'll embarrass myself. I'm so close, already, just from her rubbing herself against me; I grip her wrists, and pull them up to my mouth and kiss each finger. "Bella. I don't want to finish this here. I don't want to assume, but you have to know how much I want you. Do you want it, too?" Please say yes, please say yes.

"Ummm . . . I don't know, Edward. It seems that we're moving really fast here. But, I can't honestly say I don't want to." She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, seeming to weigh her options. I reach up and remove her lip from her teeth, then suck it into my mouth and nibble a little myself. Her hands return to me, to my belt, beginning to work the buckle. Again, I stop her hands.

"Bella . . . what I have planned for you would be better in a bed. Which way?" I ask as I stand with my arms beneath her ass to support her. She wraps her legs around my waist, locking her ankles over my ass, and grinds herself against me.

She giggles and points down the hall. "Second door on the right." I'm glad to hear the giggle. I now know that she's not as nervous as I thought. It seems she might even be a little playful. I like my women playful. I walk us down the hall and into her room with a huge smile on my face and drop her onto the bed, where she bounces a few times, giggling all the while.

I slip my shirt off and drop it at the foot of the bed before grasping Bella around the waist, moving her toward the head of the bed. Crawling over her petite form, I drop my lips over hers. I begin in earnest to explore her body, quickly becoming frustrated with the dress. "You appear a little overdressed for our current situation, Bella," I whisper against the hollow of her throat. I tug a little on the dress, and she obliges by sitting up to remove it. I almost forget how to breathe as she is revealed to me. She's perfect. Soft curves, skin that nearly glows in its paleness, and the most beautiful lace lingerie covering, minimally, those bits I'm most interested in right now.

"So beautiful, Bella, so beautiful," I say as I begin my exploration once again. I begin by capturing her mouth with my own, tasting hers and continuing to kiss down her neck to the valley between her breasts. My nibbles, scattered along the edge of her bra, raise gooseflesh along her skin. I slide the straps down her arms as I reach behind to release the band of her bra. Removing the offending scrap, I kiss from the valley between her breasts, over the mound to the left, and suck the peak into my mouth. Laving around the base and nibbling, just a little, on the very tip. She moans and squirms beneath me as I repeat the same on the other breast, not wanting to leave either unattended. I continue to massage her breasts and twist her nipples with my fingers as I kiss my way down toward her bellybutton. Her fingers find their way to my hair where they alternate between pulling gently and massaging my scalp.

I kiss my way to the top of her panties and along the elastic, where I run my tongue across her body, just skimming under the edge and causing her to gasp. I gently tug on either side of the lace, and she raises her rear to allow me to slip the panties down her legs. As I drop them on the floor I begin my journey back to her, kissing along her ankle, up her calf to her thigh, licking that extremely sensitive crease at the top of her inner thigh, then breathing across her sex, eliciting another one of those delightful gasps, and continue back down the other side. I begin the circuit again, but this time I stop, and rather than breathing across her, I kiss her outer lips.

Her hands tighten in my hair, telling me she wants this. I reach out with my tongue to sample what this little bit of heaven tastes like. Salty, sweet, Bella. That's what it tastes like. I stroke again with my tongue, this time delving a little deeper. Wet, warm, delicious. Another stroke, this time from her opening to the top, circling her swollen bud and causing such delicious quaking in her body. I want to do it over and over, so, I do, stopping occasionally to focus solely on her clit, watching her body quake and twist with the sweetest sounds drifting down to my ears. I bring my fingers to her opening and insert first one, then two fingers. I pump them in and out in time to the actions my tongue is laving on her clit. She pushes her body into me. Soon, her body begins to stiffen, and I feel the spasms begin around my fingers. I want to watch this; I raise my eyes to her as she arches off the bed and screams my name. I did that; I made her scream my name in the throes of ecstasy. I continue to stroke gently as she comes down from her high. When the clenching of her walls around my fingers has stilled, I remove them and crawl my way up her body and kiss her with all the passion I have.

"Bella, you are gorgeous, and that was the sexiest, most erotic, thing I've ever seen!"

As we continue to memorize each other with our mouths, she again reaches for my belt. This time, I allow her to unfasten it. She releases the button on my slacks and lowers the zipper. She pushes down on the sides of my pants, encouraging me to slide them off my legs. I figure I might as well rid myself of the boxers at the same time. I yank my pants and boxers down, and quickly retrieve a foil package from my wallet. Once I make my way back up to her, my erection nestles itself against her hip. It feels so good I can't help pressing it into her more firmly, flexing my hips back and forth causing such wonderful sensations. Bella reaches down between us to touch it . . .

BPOV

. . . it's so soft, yet so hard. There is a little precum collected in the slit at the top so I circle my thumb around it to gather the moisture before sliding my hand down the length of his shaft. The skin feels like velvet covering a rod of steel. I pump my hand up and down, swirling my thumb over the head occasionally. The moans falling on my ears come in time with the pumps of his hips.

"Edward, you feel so soft, yet so hard. I can't wait to feel you inside me." He groans at that, and sits back on his heels holding a foil packet. I take it from him as I, too, sit up. Putting the corner of the packet between my teeth, I tear it open, remove the condom and roll it as sexily as I can over his erection. He gently pushes me back to lie on the bed and moves himself to hover over me, aligning himself with my entrance. He brings his lips to mine as he presses into me, slowly, all the way to the hilt. When his hips meet mine, he stops, stilling for a minute, letting us become accustomed to each other. I need that minute, both for my body to adjust to him, but also for my mind to adjust to the feeling of having him inside me.

"Oh, Bella. You are incredible. So warm, so wet."

Those tingles that I have felt all evening are even stronger once he is inside of me. Adjusting to that takes a little time. Finally, my hips begin to move of their own accord. He reads the signal and begins to pump into me, slowly, meeting the rhythm of my hips.

As I become more accustomed to him, my rhythm speeds up and he matches it, again. The feeling of him filling me and retreating is indescribable. The friction stokes the furnace within me; the heat building again, hotter and hotter, until I can no longer discern where I end and he begins. My breath is coming in pants. I can feel his breath panting against my ear as the coil inside me tightens. The coil unfurls feverishly, and my body begins to contract rhymically, milking his cock within me.

He gasps at the feeling of my body's contractions, and his thrusts become erratic and jerky. He stills as his orgasm explodes from his body, filling me.

His voice little more than a strained whisper, "Oh God." Then, a shout, "Bella!" And he collapses against me.

The feeling is delicious. His body covering mine, weighing me down, brings me back to reality. He raises his head to capture my lips with a slow, languid, yet searing kiss.

I want this feeling forever. "Stay with me," I whisper against his lips.

"Forever," he assures me.

e/n For those of you who might be going to ComiCon in San Diego this week, I hope to see you there. Don't forget to check in with many-a-fandom's little get together. Check it out at her livejournal. And the ff panel on Saturday at 10? I'm going to do my best to be at both. Wheee!

See you next week. I hope! Thanks for reading, and virtual bewbie gropes for those who review.