DESIDERATA

A/N: This chapter was initially meant to be one, but it's getting a bit unwieldy in length. Thus, I split it in two, which essentially means you're going to get two lemons in a row. I didn't think I'd have many complaints over that. Plus, it means I get to post now, rather than in another week.

Things I own: Two French coffee presses, the one and two cup sizes. The French press coffee in this chapter is a nod to MsKathy, my fellow caffeinaholic comrade.

Things I don't own: Anything Twilight, it all belongs to Ms. Meyer.

My love and thanks to NaughtySparkle for reading and always being receptive to my crazy ass ideas. ILY, bb.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: THE ICEMAN CUMETH

"Education is not the filling of a pail, but a lighting of a fire." – William Butler Yeats

BPOV

The first thing I notice as I climb out of the fogginess of sleep is Edward. I've never awoken next to someone else before. Waking up with Edward is like nothing in this world; he is impossibly beautiful, even with bed head and morning breath. It should be a crime to look this good while asleep.

I try to process the entire package in front of me: Fuckhot naked torso, complete with chest hair to nuzzle in; a scent like nothing I've ever taken in before, so uniquely Edward, and something I want to smell every day for the rest of my life; the slow rise and fall of his chest underneath me, as he breathes deeply in sleep; the outline of his musculature, even when in a relaxed state. I decide to wake up and ogle him at my leisure, really taking all of him in. I don't know that I've ever had the chance to just look at him, in all his perfection, until now.

His eyes, when he's sleeping, are perfectly relaxed. It makes me recall how furrowed his poor brow always is when he is awake. He must carry the weight of the world on those brows, and I instantly feel remorseful; I likely contributed a great deal to those furrows, and I'm not proud of that fact. Otherwise, his brows, are deep and pensive, and impossibly thick, which lends a certain intensity to his look. Although he is an intense man, I wonder if his brows don't make him appear even more intimidating than he is otherwise. His lips, slightly apart while he sleeps, are sublime. His bottom lip is full, and focusing upon it reminds me of all the luscious things he did with it last night. I think I need to suck on it, between my lips, perhaps even bite down on it a little bit—it is the perfect size for that. His top lip is thinner, and almost looks like a watercolor bird flying far away on the horizon. You know, the kind where the silhouette looks like a fluid, flowing line, one you can imagine flying off into the sunset? That's exactly what it looks like. The thought occurs to me that it isn't farfetched to compare Edward to artwork, because he is a study in classic male beauty. I haven't found a single feature on his body that is less than perfect. It's as if the universe rifled through my brain and created the perfect male for me, who happens to be Edward Cullen.

I shift my focus to the shape of his face, and enjoy the scruff gracing it. I want to run my fingers over it, but I also do not want to wake him up just yet. His jaw line, including his chin, is strong and angular. It reminds me of a Greco-Roman statue. I'm thrilled to have unfettered access and a front row seat to enjoy Edward Cullen's profile. Who knows if I'll ever get the opportunity to see him this closely again? That thought brings a sour pang to my stomach; I realize that all I really want is to wake up on his chest for the rest of my life, and to be able to take in that face every morning. Even if it is just a quick gaze followed by a sigh every morning, because we're so busy, I want that view. That realization takes me by surprise. It makes me understand that I am completely under Edward's spell, and there is no way around it. I don't think I could deny him anymore, even if I wanted to. I'm his, completely.

I roll off of him a bit, in order to take in the rest of his physique. Without a shirt, I can assess his muscular arms and shoulders, his chest, and his abs. Even in their relaxed state, they are the stuff of legends. I think back to the Greco-Roman statue comparison, and honestly? Most of what I've seen pales in comparison to Edward Cullen. He is, for all intents and purposes, the perfect male specimen. The clincher in all of this? He professed his love to me, and I turned him away because I felt he was too pretentious and egotistical. What in the name of God was I thinking?? This man is bloody perfect and I wanted to cast him aside? He's brilliant, witty, beautiful, richer than Croesus, has a superb family, and still I was willing to let go of all this?

Okay, Bella Swan, that nonsense fucking ends immediately.

I can no longer keep away from this lovely man. I want him, God, do I want him, in every shape and form. I want him to be the first man to make love to me. No matter what happens, I want to be able to say, when I'm 90, I lost my virginity to Edward Cullen, and it was worth every second. Given a choice, I would always choose to have Edward Cullen to deflower me. That thought causes me to snort, which causes Edward to wake up.

Damn! I wasn't done checking out his hot bod! I haven't even gotten to the junk yet!

Edward's eyes flutter as he breaks into consciousness. If I thought his eyes were angelic when they are closed, their vivid green color when opened puts the rest of it to shame. Jesus, his eyes are mesmerizing! And, I notice, they are looking at me with the force of a laser beam.

Fuck. Me.

"Bella?" He asks, quizzically.

I swallow hard. "Yes?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Why would you think something is wrong?"

"You're staring at me. And you're awake."

"Well, I happen to be appraising the real estate, and it seems mighty fine from this perspective."

"Oh, does it now?"

"Yes, in fact, I was just thinking that I wouldn't mind establishing residency in this very locale. As long as the chest comes with the deal. That's not negotiable."

"I'm pretty sure that could be arranged. The seller is anxious to appease the buyer. He said he'll do anything to accommodate the buyer's particular…whims."

"Well, then, you'd best tell the seller that the buyer is extremely interested in taking the package for a test run."

"Is that so?" The smirk that blooms on his face is stunning and spectacular.

"Yes, indeed, it is."

Edward's cell phone rings. The ring tone is "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen. It starts with the lyrics, Mama, just killed a man.

WTF?

"What's up, Mom?"

I grin to myself. That's actually pretty clever. Something I would do. I like it.

Edward sits up in bed. "Outside? Are you sure?"

I can't help but listen to the conversation, as I take in Edward's furrowed brow and low, angry voice.

"Fuck. How soon will Rose be here?"

"Well, why don't you text her and you two can work on it together. Yes, Mom, of course I promise. No, we won't." Suddenly, Edward blushes. "Mom! Yeah, okay. I'll check in with you later." He shakes his head as he ends the call.

"Apparently, half the paparazzi in the world are located outside my front gate. I was planning to take you to the Waffle for breakfast, but word from Esme is that we have to be sequestered here until she and Rose get things straightened out. We won't be able to leave, and they won't be able to come here. It will only add fuel to the fire. I'm so sorry, Bella."

"Why are you sorry? We are not going to let those assholes get to us. We are going to have an awesome day, all to ourselves!"

"You know what? That's exactly the attitude we both need today. We're simply going to enjoy it, no matter what. I have an idea. I'll be right back."

Edward grabs his phone and dashes out of my bedroom. He returns a few minutes later with that crooked half-smirk on his face.

Oh, my Smirky has returned. I never thought I would actually enjoy his smirkiness, but it's really growing on me…

"So, what evil plots did you just hatch?"

"Bella, why so suspicious? Do I look like the kind of guy who would hatch evil plans?"

"Well, that incredible smirk of yours is downright sinful. I will give you that much."

"All right, I'll simply cancel those plans. We don't have to…"

"Now wait just a minute! I didn't say you had to cancel them. I simply want to know what the plans are."

Edward chuckles. "As if I'm going to give away the surprise. Do you mind staying in bed for a little bit longer?"

I eye him warily. "Why? What did you have in mind?"

His grin disappears, replaced with a look of absolute hunger. Sexual hunger. "I don't think you want to know."

"Oh, I'm fairly certain that I do. In fact, I think you need to be in this spot right here in order to give me all the gory details," I say, patting my hand on the empty spot next to me.

Before I can even process what has happened, Edward is not only next to me on the bed, he has lunged over to me, pinned me down with my arms above my head, straddling my waist. His lips hover mere centimeters from mine.

"Okay, I'll tell you."

A pause. I await his answer, still silent. I'm starting to get uncomfortable with the intensity of his gaze on me.

"Yes?" I say, trying to prompt him into action.

"Oh Bella, you really have no idea, do you? If your body keeps taunting me like that, I'm not going to be able to control myself around you."

"What? I'm just lying here!"

"Yes, that is, technically, correct. However, you happen to be 'just lying here' clad in nothing more than a pair of skimpy lace boy shorts and a tank. I mean, look at you! Jesus, your nipples are even hard! Do you have any idea how badly I want you?"

"You keep saying stuff like that, Edward, but I'm right here! I'm a captive audience! Remember, when you told me at the restaurant how you couldn't wait to be buried deep inside me? I want that. I want you. I want that experience. Now."

"I couldn't possibly do that while we're sorting through this whole James affair. Things are bad enough for you as it is!"

"What makes you think losing my virginity to you could ever possibly be mixed together with all that negative bullshit? I can't imagine anything more positive that could come from all of this. I want you, Edward Cullen, so badly. I really, truly want to know what it feels like to have you deep inside me. I dream about it. I need it, so much. Please, Edward? Please?"

A chime sounds overhead. We've been talking so intimately and intensely that we both jump at the sound. Edward's face brightens, then darkens again.

"Your surprise is here, but don't think we aren't going to revisit this little denouement. Immediately, following your surprise," he warns. He grabs my hands to pull me up to a stand. "Come on, let's get you fed."

We walk out towards the kitchen, and Edward pulls a t-shirt over his head as we're walking.

"You, my dear, are positively, absolutely, scandalously underdressed. You should be seen by no one other than me. Please go wait in the kitchen, I'll be right there," he says, planting a kiss on my cheek. As I turn he gives my ass a slap, and I squeal. I can hear him snickering behind me.

"Don't think I won't get you for that one, Cullen!"

I make my way to the kitchen, wondering what Edward has planned. I allow my mind to wander to the thought of having sex with him. It makes my insides all jumbled and my girlie bits start to go nuts just thinking about it. I don't have time to think about anything else, because Edward arrives with a series of boxes and bags in his hands.

"Bella Swan, I am about to introduce you to what is otherwise known as breakfast nirvana, The Waffle. It is West Hollywood's finest new breakfast eatery, where movie deals are made daily. Since we couldn't go to The Waffle, it has come to us. Now, if you would be so good as to grab a stool at the breakfast bar, your meal will be served."

I watch as Edward takes out plates and cups, napkins and silverware, dishing up the various goodies he ordered. He gets a pot of French press coffee going and everything smells just heavenly.

"I should probably let you know, breakfast is my favorite meal of the day."

"I hope that the woman who has buns named after herself would love eating breakfast! So, let me tell you what we have here. This one here, with nuts, is the baked-in pecan waffle. It MUST be eaten with butter and pure maple syrup for the perfect taste sensation. This one is a chocolate chip waffle, topped with chocolate ganache. And the last one is a blueberry waffle with blueberry sauce and lemon curd. It reminded me of you, because you make those delicious little tarts with lemon curd in them. "

I sit there for a moment, dumbly, with my mouth hanging open. This is all so thoughtful and sweet; I never expected this. Well, I never expected to spend the night at Edward Cullen's house, in Edward Cullen's bed, but still. All the rest is icing on the cake.

"This looks so amazing, Edward. I can't believe you went to all this trouble for me. All I really need is a bowl of cereal and huge amounts of coffee."

"You're a guest in my house, and I intend to treat you as such. Now shut up and eat."

I take a bite of the pecan waffle, and it is heavenly. The pecans have been roasted ahead of time, so their flavor is keen and strong. Delicious. I moan.

"If you're going to moan like that, you won't have any time to finish your breakfast, because I will attack you. You're walking a very thin line as it is, Swan, and I'm doing my utmost to contain myself for a few minutes," he says, he voice low and serious.

I swallow hard. "How do you know that wasn't intentional?"

"Bella, I'm warning you…"

I don't answer him, I simply spear another bite. The blueberry is next. I can't decide which one I like better, they are both so good. "Mmmmmm, sooo good," I purr in the sexiest voice I can muster.

I'm not certain, but I think I hear Edward growl.

Yes, please!

I know exactly what I'm doing to Edward, so I push it one step further. I take my finger, run it through the chocolate ganache, and put it into my mouth. I suck my finger all the way in, then retract it with a loud "pop!" I start swirling my tongue around my finger, and Edward gets this look of complete focus and he stares intently at my mouth. I decide to repeat the process for added effect. He grabs my hand just as it's about to reach my mouth and pulls it into his own instead. It feels so warm and soft, but he grazes his teeth across my finger as he pulls it out. While this should feel the same way it did when I had my finger in my own mouth, in his, the experience is positively electrifying. I don't have any idea what he's going to do to me, and it makes this simple feat so arousing.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you weren't interested in eating breakfast this morning."

"Who said I was? I think we were on the right track before we got interrupted."

"We can get back to that. It isn't like we're going anywhere…I have all day to torture you if I so choose, you know."

I scoot my stool as close to Edward's as possible, and hook my legs over his, so we are facing each other.

"Well, if that's how it's going to be, let the torture begin."

I spear a chunk of waffle and hold it over my mouth, so that a drop of chocolate drips near my mouth. I look over to see Edward swallow hard. I make a move to wipe it off, but he stops me.

"Don't. Touch. It."

He snakes his incredible tongue out from his mouth and licks up the errant drop. I whimper, which causes him to smirk.

I really can't believe I used to hate the smirk. It's so fucking sexy.

I grab another bite of waffle, but this time, it is a drop of maple syrup that falls perilously close to my cleavage. Edward is on it like a hawk. I honestly don't know which is more arousing: Watching his tongue dart out of his mouth, or feeling his wet warmth on my skin. The effect of watching and feeling both actions forces out a low moan from me. He grins again.

"Edward, you haven't had anything to eat yet. We can't forget about you!"

I cut up a piece and bring it to his mouth. He opens widely and wraps his lips around the fork. I never knew eating waffles could be erotic, but I'm pretty sure that Edward could make anything look erotic. He swallows, and I can't help myself. I lean over to kiss his syrupy lips.

"Mmm, so sweet," I murmur.

"I could say the same thing." I feel him smile against my lips, and I smile against his in return.

"Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Because I asked you to. It'll be well worth it, I promise."

"You didn't use the magic word."

"I did earlier, and look where it got me!"

"It got you in the kitchen, eating the most erotic breakfast in the history of mankind, with a man who really just wants to fuck you senseless."

The image his words plant in my brain is so hot—Edward fucking me on the counter with waffles flying everywhere. My face flushes.

"Why are you blushing? Did I embarrass you?"

"Hardly. I embarrassed myself. Got a little carried away with imagery there for a minute."

"Oh? I'd like to hear about that."

"Nope. That one stays planted right where it is."

"Okay, then feed me some more waffles."

"Wait, you were going to close your eyes for me."

"Bella, we're back where we started, you know. I still haven't heard the magic word."

"Oh, for fuck's sake. PLEASE!"

He smirks away and chuckles at me. And then, finally, closes his eyes.

I trace over his lips with maple syrup and notice his breath start to hitch.

Oh Edward, I'm just getting started…

I lean over him and start to trace his lips with the tip of my tongue. He startles when my tongue first touches him, but almost immediately opens his lips to give me better access.

That's right, sweetie. Play nice.

Just to make sure I got every little speck of syrup off of his lips, I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, causing him to release the hottest moan I've ever heard. I'm so fucking wet I'm afraid I'm going to slide right off his stool and into his lap.

Not such a bad idea!

I didn't notice that Edward had taken his finger and dipped it in something sticky until he brought it up to my lips to smear it on me. We repeat the process we just completed, only in reverse. Now it's my turn to moan.

"God, you're so beautiful, Bella. Your hair is slightly messy, you've got those little boy shorts on, that tank. You have no idea the effect you have on me, do you? You are so innocently sexy."

"Innocently sexy? What does that mean?" I ask, giggling.

"Well, you look like this little sex kitten, ready to hop in to bed, yet I know you're a virgin. It's like you're sexy, but you don't know it. That is a huge turn on."

"All I have to do is look at you and that's a huge turn on."

"I think it's pretty safe to admit we are both turned on. Right?"

It's getting hard to talk. I nod.

"And what do you suppose we should do about it?"

"You're the pro here, what are you asking me for?"

"You're the guest. I was trying to be polite."

"Okay, then. I need to take a shower."

His face sinks with disappointment. I need to clarify.

" I mean, let's take a shower. Together. We're both all sticky, after all."

His face brightens instantly.

"That's a spectacular idea! Why didn't I think of that?"

He grabs my hand and away we go. He takes us to his master bathroom, which is nearly as big as Charlie's house in Forks. It seems like every bathroom gadget known to man can be found here. His shower has no doors or curtain—you simply walk your way into it. It is decorated with stone tiles, and the floor is heated. There is a large bench near the stream of water.

While we're waiting for the water to heat up, I see a funny looking pod thing in the corner of the bathroom. It looks kind of like the thing they used as Spock's casket in Star Trek.

"Edward, this isn't all just some sick plan to lure me into your Trekker pod so you can do the Genesis experiment on me, right?" I say, pointing at it.

"Bella, I can safely say no one has ever called that a Trekker pod before. It's actually a floating pool. You dissolve enough Epsom salt in the water to create a buoyancy similar to the Dead Sea. The water is nice and warm. You basically put on ear plugs, set the timer for however long you want to be in there, and float away."

"I'd worry about falling asleep in there. Knowing me, I'd drown myself."

"The water is only ten inches deep. And there's a headrest."

"Huh. Well, I guess you fancy LA-types have all the latest and greatest gadgets."

"My mom actually found it for me. I have a really hard time relaxing, and she felt it would be helpful for me when I get really stressed out."

"Your mom is one of the coolest people I've ever met. You're really lucky to have her, you know."

"Yeah, she is great. I hear so many people say they could never work with their parents, but I've never felt that way before. They're really decent people who do good work. Nearly everyone in my life happens to be an amazing individual. I don't have a wide circle of friends, but the ones I have are very solid. I would trust any of them with my life."

"You have to know that I have a quote for that…'Friends, like books, should be few and well chosen.'"

"That's a great one. Who said it?"

"Samuel Paterson, if I'm not mistaken. I'm pretty sure the shower must be warm by now. Did you want to go first?" I didn't want to assume that we'd be showering together, even though that's what I suggested. I suddenly got nervous about it.

"But I thought…we were going to…do it together?"

"Well, I…I've never been naked in front of anyone before. I feel a little nervous."

"Would it help the situation at all if I told you that I can't fucking wait to see you naked? It's something I've imagined from nearly the first minute I saw you."

Edward walks towards me, with that same intense/focused look he had on earlier. My heart starts to pound in my chest and I feel the butterflies flitting around in my stomach. As he reaches me, he slides his body right into mine, and gives me one of his famous passionate kisses. One of his hands is behind my head, the other one on my ass. He pulls it in towards him, and I can feel how hard his erection is. He grabs my hand and places it on his cock.

He speaks in a low, sultry voice. "Bella, I want you to feel exactly what it is you do to me. I am this hard nearly all the time I'm with you. Hell, I'm this hard from just imagining your naked body in front of me. Don't you want to find out what you'll do to me when you're actually naked?"

I squeeze his cock and let out a small whimper. It is all I can do to whisper out, "Yes" to him in reply.

He places both of his hands underneath my tank top, coming in contact with the skin on my lower back. I jump just a little, because the feeling is so intense. With his fingers on my back and his thumbs along my sides, he slides his hands up, slowly removing my shirt in the process. He tosses it aside and cups his palms around my breasts.

"So beautiful," he murmurs. I blush in response.

Because I have no idea what I'm doing, I follow his lead, removing his shirt in the same fashion. I run my fingers through his chest hair, and he lets out a slight moan, which encourages me to go a bit further. My thumbs circle his nipples, and then he lets out a much more audible moan.

He becomes more impatient, and tugs at my boy shorts, and we both work to yank them off. The second I'm naked, I work on getting his pajama bottoms off, but his erection gets caught in the waistband. I keep tugging, and his cock springs free, slapping him on the stomach.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!"

"Maybe just try to be a little less enthusiastic next time, okay? Not that there's anything wrong with enthusiasm! A little moderation would be perfect."

He grabs my hand, leading me into the shower. It's warm and steamy, which is exactly how I feel on the inside right now as well.

"Is it all right if I take a big, long, hard look at you, now that I have you in front of me, naked and inviting?"

I couldn't possibly utter a word right now if I wanted to, so I simply nod my head.

He starts with a chaste kiss to my lips. He moves his hands from my cheeks, down my neck. He skims across my collarbone, and once again holds my breasts. I've always felt self-conscious about them, recalling the torturous communal showers from PE class, and feel myself curl up my shoulders.

He speaks to me in a quiet voice, "Hey, what are you doing? Are you trying to hide these phenomenal breasts from me?"

I blush. "I've never felt like they were phenomenal. In fact, I've always been embarrassed by them."

He shakes his head silently. "Really? These beauties, right here, you've been embarrassed by these? Bella, I see breasts all the time in my line of work. Tits of all sizes and proportions. Please believe me, yours are nearly perfect, and they're totally natural. I mean look," he demonstrates by cupping both of them simultaneously, "they're just the right size! And, more importantly, your nipples are spectacular. The color, the shape…they just make me want to dive in and kiss and suck them all day long!"

I giggle at the image of Edward walking behind me with his hands on my boobs as I go through my day.

His hands shift to my behind. "Your ass, oh I don't think you really want to know what I've thought about your ass. Every time I saw you bend over on the set, I wanted to run straight for you and fuck you from behind. God, it's positively delectable. Made just for squeezing, I'm sure of it. The fact is that your tits and your ass fit so perfectly into my hands, and that can't be a mere coincidence. The only logical conclusion is that it is made for me to play with and squeeze to death."

"It doesn't surprise me that you leap to that conclusion. I don't suppose this has any influence on your opinion at all, does it?" I say, as I squeeze the base of his cock, then slide my fist up and down his length. I earn a deep, long groan from that.

"Absolutely none. And I believe, Ms. Swan, we were cataloging your assets here, not mine."

Edward drops down on his knees, so his mouth is right next to my pussy.

"Oh, Jesus, I can smell you from here!" My knees give out when he says that. Of course he is there to catch me. He swivels me around and sets me down on the built in bench. His mouth is still mere inches away. He spreads my thighs, then spreads my lips. "You're so wet…fuck!" He drags his finger through my wetness, bringing it up to his mouth. Watching him suck my wetness off of his fingers is probably the most erotic thing I've ever seen in my life. I can't help but let out a loud moan at the sight. It causes Mr. Smirky to appear.

Damn, that fucking smirk alone makes me wet!

He places his hands on my knees and looks me directly in the eyes.

"I'm sitting here in front of you, and I have to confess—you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You're natural, and wonderfully curvy, and it's like you've been custom built to meet my specifications. You are the whole package, and I could look at you naked, all day, every day, and still never get tired of seeing your exquisite body. Please believe me when I say that you are amazing."

"I have something I need to admit to you. The most I've ever done sexually is had someone feel up my boobs. I've wanted to have sex for so long now, but I just never found the right person. When I see the way you look at me, and touch me, you make me feel so special. I decided that I really want to lose my virginity to you. I guess I'm trying to tell you that I'm not very good at this sex stuff, but I really want to be. I want to learn how to give you pleasure as much as I want to receive pleasure from you. You could have your choice of anyone in the world, but I'm the one who captured your attention. I want to deserve that attention, and I can only do that if you teach me how. Do you mind doing that? Teaching me?"

He leans in and gives me a slow, deep kiss. "I would like nothing more. Your body is like a fucking treasure map, and I need to be buried deep within you to discover all your secrets."

I whimper. How the hell else do you react when someone says that to you?

He smirks. "I'll take that as a yes."

I nod enthusiastically, pulling his lips towards mine. Although I've kissed Edward now multiple times, each time is different. His lips can do marvelous things, and the same can be said for his tongue and his teeth. His mouth tastes incredible, and that surprises me. I guess I rather expected it to taste like breath, which isn't necessarily appealing, but I find that I'm totally wrong there. His breath smells so quintessentially Edward, all the time, no matter what he has been eating or drinking. Right now, there is a slight lingering taste of maple mixed in with Edward, and it is delicious. I don't think I will ever tire of feeling his soft velvety tongue move against mine.

His lips part from mouth, and work back towards my ear, causing me to momentarily pout. Until he reaches my ear, that is. The feeling of his tongue over my ear causes me to shiver. He asks me if I'm cold, but I am incapable of responding to him. When he nibbles on my earlobe, it's all over. I gasp and arch my back involuntarily, and I can feel his lips forming a grin.

"I take it that your ear enjoys my attention," he whispers in a sultry voice.

I whisper back, incapable of speaking any louder. "I've never had someone touch my ear before, and I find it incredibly…arousing."

I feel his hot breath at the same moment I hear it, and the combination travels straight south, right to my cooter. He doesn't let up, he continues to lavish the same fuckhot attention to the rest of my body. He skims his nose up and down my neck, and over my collar bones. He snakes out his tongue along my cleavage, then works his way over to my breast. As he grabs my boobs, his tongue goes to town on my nipple.

"Bella, I know I already said this, but your nipples are sublime. They're so pink, and round, they almost look dainty. But they're so responsive to my attention, look how they're puckered up just for me! It's a shame that you have to cover them up most of the time."

He starts to run his tongue down my belly, stopping to lick my navel. I can say with complete honesty that I had no idea the navel was an erogenous zone. I've never put much thought into it, of course, until Edward lit in on fire with his stupendous mouth. Lord, the oral skills on this boy just don't stop. I feel like I'm a stick of dynamite, and he lit my fuse, and we're both watching the fuse burn down closer, and closer, and closer, all the way to the end. I'm working my way up to a massive explosion, and it's going to require everyone to duck and cover.

While I soak up and appreciate all the attention Edward is giving me, I suddenly realize that he's been moving south. As in, a beeline for my cooch. As in, he's nearly there. This thought paralyzes me momentarily, because I'm equal parts mortified and excited about the prospect of receiving cunnilingus for the first time. I have no idea what to expect, and I'm worried that I won't do it right. Or that I'll taste bad. True, he did taste me earlier and seemed anything but repelled. Most of all, I'm worried that I will love it. If I love it, I'll end up having to beg for it, because it can't be much fun for the guy. Apparently, my worries are becoming obvious, because Edward breaks through into my thoughts.

"What's wrong, baby? You just tensed up on me…did I do something you didn't like?"

I can literally feel my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. As much as I would like to go hide myself away and not deal with any of this, I can't do that to Edward. If we're going to make something of our attraction to one another, we owe it to ourselves to be honest and open. So I am.

"Remember how I told you this is all new to me?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"Well, I'm half petrified, half excited about you going down on me. See, I have no idea what to expect, and I'm so worried that you'll be disappointed in me somehow. I don't know if I will taste any good and I don't want to turn you off. But most of all, in all honesty, I'm afraid that I will like it."

"Afraid that you'll like it? Why is that something to be afraid of?"

I feel the burn in my cheeks intensify. "Because then I'll want it all the time, and it will be embarrassing to have to ask you to go down on me."

His answering smile is beautiful and reassuring. He cups my face in his hands, looking straight into my eyes. "I've already told you this once, but I will repeat it as much as you need me to in order to make it sink in: Your body is impeccable, Bella. Just looking at your naked form is a privilege. Your pussy is so beautiful and perfect to me. I can't wait to sink my mouth into you. Don't you remember what I said last night? I meant every word of it. I can't fucking wait to taste you all over my lips. Right now, being this close to you, enveloped in that amazing scent, it's taking all my willpower to keep from diving right into you. I already know you taste wonderful. Will you please simply relax and let me explore your body?"

I answer him softly. "Yes, of course."

He replies by gently kissing the area just above my pubic bone. With his long, slender fingers, he runs along my slit, carefully opening my pussy for him to see. When he looks at it, I hear him utter a deep moan, which goes straight to my clit.

Jesus, do I want you!!

"If only you could see what I see, Bella, you'd know that your pussy is a fucking work of art. You should never be less than proud of it. As much as I want to play with your tits all day long, I think my real Achilles Heel will be your pussy. One look at that, it will be my downfall every single time. The way it is so responsive to my touch, you get so wet, so ready for me, it drives me nuts."

He carefully slides one finger inside me, and with his tongue, traces a path up to my clit. My clit and I are old friends; we have to be if you are a horny virgin with no one around to help alleviate the tension. No amount of self-pleasure could ever equal the moment his mouth touches my flesh. I've never felt anything that even approaches the feel of Edward's lips and tongue on my cunt. The minute his warm, soft mouth touches me, I've achieve nirvana. The sensation is unreal, and my legs are starting to clench around Edward's head. I'm trying so hard not to hurt him, while focusing on getting off, but getting off wins every time. I just have to let go and hope that I don't kill Edward with my legs' vice grip.

I realize that I'm breathing really loudly, mixing some moans and whimpers in there, too, but it feels too fucking good to be embarrassed. At the very least, Edward knows he's on the right track. I just know there is no better feeling in the world, and I'm perfectly okay with Edward giving me cunnilingus forever.

Pleaseohpleaseohplease…don'tmotherfuckingstop…shitshitshitfeelssofuckinggood!!!

I'm intimately aware of what it takes to make me cum. I know exactly what the build up feels like. I know what to expect. Or, at least I did before Edward laid his hands on my body. Now, I just feel like lighter fluid, and Edward is my match. I'm highly combustible. And sometimes, even the lighter fluid fumes can burst into fire. I'm nearly certain that Edward just lit my fumes, because when my orgasm arrives on the scene, it comes from out of nowhere, and suddenly I'm the fucking Towering Inferno. All I know for certain is that I am screaming at the top of my lungs, and panting like I just ran a marathon. Then, Edward does the unthinkable—I'm coming down from my orgasm, trying to slow down my breathing, and he takes his finger, which coated in me, and licks it clean.

Fuck. Me.

"Oh, I will Bella, mark my words. I just thought we'd take our time getting there, since we have all day."

"I said that out loud?"

"Well, there were actually quite a few things you just said out loud. But, yes, you did say fuck me."

I flush in embarrassment. "You can hardly blame me for being enthusiastic; I didn't know it was possible to feel that way. It was incredible. Amazing. Indescribable."

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it, because I'd like to repeat that action frequently."

"I will never complain when you want to, just so you know."

"Perfect. I'm glad to hear that."

"Okay, so now it's your turn, except you need to help me figure out what to do." I grab his cock at the base and slowly slide my fist up and down his length. "These things don't come with instruction manuals, do they?"

That earns me a laugh. "No, they don't, but it's really not complicated technology. The principles are fairly simple. Tight fist, plenty of lube, that's pretty much all you need."

"I just need you to tell me what feels good, and what you like, so I can learn you. I don't care about anyone else's penis. I just want to make yours happy."

"You see, that right there—you utter something completely sinful and hot, and it comes out of that innocent looking face! It just kills me. You're sexy and innocent all at the same time!"

I take in his cock by the base and examine it closely. Since I've never seen one up close and personal before, I want to get a good look. While I don't really have a basis for comparison, I have to admit that, no surprise, Edward's penis is a thing of beauty. Again, it just puts those fucking statues to shame. He's thick enough to the point I can't get my hand all the way around it. It seems to be pretty long, too. It's a beautiful shade of deep red and starts to turn purplish as I stroke it. It's so soft and smooth, deliciously warm; I really didn't expect that at all. It's all wet at the tip, so I run my fingertip over it just to see what it feels like. It's surprisingly similar to my own wetness—again, something unexpected. In the meantime, all my investigating is starting to drive Edward to distraction. He's making some pretty loud moans and groans, which only serves to make me press onward. His penis is absolutely fascinating.

I start to experiment with different touches, surprised to learn how easy it is to affect a cock. So many things I do make it jump, which also elicits a grunt or moan out of Edward. I run my fingers lightly over his balls, and they move! They fucking move! Like they are some living, breathing organism that is capable of sentient thought. That idea makes me snort—yeah, the only thing balls are capable of thinking is how to get off. I'm not going to kid myself here.

"Bella, while I'm grateful for your singular attention to my swollen cock, I don't think I can take much more. If you could perhaps focus your attention to the stroking department, that might be helpful."

I grin at him. "I might be able to do that." He looks at me, confused.

Oh, just wait until you see me pull a rabbit out of my hat, Edward Cullen!

Grabbing the base of his cock hard, I stick out my tongue and run it over the tip. That earns me another jump. As a follow-up, since he apparently liked the first move, I put my entire mouth over the head. Edward delivers a deep groan. I remove my mouth, and circle my tongue around the head, then along the bottom of the head. His hips thrust. Now I want to try to go down as far as I can. I'm worried that I'm going to hit my gag reflex, and I'm pretty sure no guy wants his cock to make people hurl. Lucky for me, I have a really weak gag reflex, so I should do fairly well with this little task. That's when he starts the talking.

"Bella, you have no idea how fucking hot it is to see your lips wrapped around me. Watching my cock slide in and out of your beautiful mouth is seriously the most amazing thing I've ever seen. You know what would work even better? If you use your hand to slide along the base of me, while the rest of me is in your mouth. Yes, fuck baby…just like that…goddamn, so hot…Jesus…I'm gonna cum…"

I remove him from my mouth, not so much because the idea of him cumming in my mouth grosses me out, but because I've never seen a guy ejaculate before, and I really want to. He starts in my mouth, and ends up shooting over my chest. A couple streams even shoot over my shoulder. Holy hell, that's amazing—I had no idea penises could shoot that far! Watching him lose it, his eyes closed in bliss, with his hips thrusting with every spasm, is by far the hottest thing I've ever witnessed in my life. His hands are still wrapped in my hair, and he loosens his grip as he slowly comes back to me.

"Jesus, that was fucking intense. There's just no way you haven't done that before. You are so fucking primo, baby."

I blush at his compliment. "No, I simply pay attention to your responses. Your body was telling me what to do."

"God, I can't imagine how incredible it will feel to be inside you, Bella, but I'm going to need some time to recuperate. Let's finish showering, then I have a few things planned to keep our minds off of sex. At least for a few minutes, anyhow." He smirks at me.

I sit down on his lap, straddled and facing him, and give him a passionate kiss. He groans.

"I can taste myself on your tongue! You keep getting hotter by the minute! Okay, okay, we need to stop now, or we never will. Come on." He grabs my hand and we walk directly into the stream of water.

I reach out to grab his shampoo, but he stops me. "Can I do it?"

"Absolutely."

I watch one beautiful hand squirt the shampoo into the other. Just the thought of those amazing fingers massaging my scalp has me wishing that we could fast forward to having sex. While I'm incredibly nervous about the experience, I also cannot wait.

"I'm going to rinse your hair now."

I lean into the stream of water, and feel his fingers on me again, rinsing out all the suds. He moves me slightly out of the stream and puts the conditioner in for me.

"While I wait for the conditioner to work its magic, let me do yours, okay?"

He bends over, placing his head near my breasts.

That dirty perv! He just wanted to leer at the girls!

"I meant I was going to wash your hair Edward, not give you the chance to ogle my chest."

"What, is it my fault they are so conveniently located to where I happened to bend down? Would you rather I close my eyes and grimace?" He follows that with placing his hands on my tits, and giving them a little massage.

"Remember once upon a time, someone had this great idea that perhaps we should focus on something besides sex for a while? I'm thinking that massaging my tits doesn't fall into the 'something else' category."

"You know I can't help myself! They're so beautiful, and they're right in front of me, just begging to be manhandled. I simply can't not touch."

I continue to laugh while finishing his shampoo. "Enough, Romeo. Go rinse out your hair." Before complying with my request, he takes a nipple into his mouth and gives it a little nibble. My nipples are instantly hard.

I push Edward back into the shower stream, giving him a slap on the butt. I stand next to him, rinsing my hair, too.

"I think it is best if we wash ourselves off rather than each other," I add. "We certainly aren't making much progress in getting out of the shower at this rate."

Edward chuckles. "I hate to admit it, because I'm having so much fun, but I think you're right."

He gives me a quick peck on the cheek and hands me a washcloth. While we aren't touching each other, both of us are staring intently at the other's body, and I'm certainly just as hot and bothered as I was before. I turn around, so that my back is facing him.

"Bella, why did you turn away?" He asks, his voice sounding so disappointed.

"Because if I stood there and looked at your naked body for another second, I was going to jump on you and have you take me right there," I say over my shoulder. Just the thought of him fucking me in the shower makes my girlie bits tingle.

I feel Edward come up behind me, his cock already hard. "But when you turn away from me, all I can see is that luscious ass of yours, and that has me wanting to jump you and take you from behind right now." I can feel hot breath in my ear and lean back into his hard cock.

"We have ourselves a quandary, it appears. Either way, we both want to fuck like bunnies. What are we going to do?"

He sighs loudly. "We're going to finish our showers and try to focus on something else for a while."

I finish rinsing off my body and step away from the shower. "If you insist."

He turns the water off and stands next to me, both of us toweling ourselves, not trusting ourselves to do it for one another.

"Edward, why are we waiting again?"

"Because, what I have planned for you, I need to make sure I have plenty of energy stored up. I'm going to have you in every imaginable way tonight, and I want both of us to be ready."

END NOTE: The Waffle is a real restaurant in LA, one of the hot new places to have breakfast. It is incredibly expensive, but oh, so yummy!