A/N: I am so sorry, I know I haven't been that good in updating lately, but I've just been so busy. I know you all hate me and I wouldn't be surprised if no one is reading this story anymore, especially after I promised you a lemon…I'm so sorry to leave you hanging like that, I've just had way to much going on in my life these past months (endless amounts of fights with my best friends) but anyway that's over now.

I'm would like to thank all of that reviewed on the last chapter and I promise you I will spend the time, right after this to reply to all of those :) I'm so so so sorry! So to all of you still reading this, here is the next chapter!

I don't own anything in relation to Twilight but you all know that!

BPOV

The door slammed shut loudly, behind us. Were we really going to do this, now? The inside of the room was dark; I could barely see anything, just the outlines of certain shapes. I stumbled my way across the room, yep still drunk.

Edward wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me towards him. I reached up and tangled my hands in his hair; it was so soft, so smooth, and so silky.

As his lips crashed down onto my own, my mind kept telling me something was wrong. The more rational part of me was saying, less talk more action! I didn't know what to do, I was conflicted, or maybe it was the alcohol.

His hands wrapped more tightly around my waist, feeling the skin there, while my hand traveled to his neck. The kiss became more intense. I felt his tongue smooth against my lower lip and I parted my lips, allowing him entrance.

Our tongues touched, battling. My hand moved from Edward's neck down to his shirt. My fingers played with his top button, fumbling to undo it. A small part of me cheered victoriously when I succeeded and then I moved on to the next button.

In less then a minute, I had successfully unbuttoned his whole shirt–and yes a small surge of smugness rushed through me.

The whole time our lips hadn't broken contact and if I didn't get oxygen in my body soon, well I'm pretty sure you can figure out what would happen next. I wonder if anyone has actually died of lack of oxygen due to kissing. What the hell? Here I am kissing Edward Cullen and I'm thinking about dead people.

I broke the kiss, panting for breath–I was actually going to pass out soon. Edward smirked at me, but from the looks of it, he looked like he really needed the oxygen too.

"Well that was an interesting kiss." He commented, the wide smirk on his face still there.

"Uh," was all I could get through my breathlessness.

"Bella," he whispered seductively, taking a step towards me. Very slowly his fingers sought out the zip on the side of my dress. He brought the zipper down little by little; it was starting to piss me off. If I didn't have any dignity at all, I would have grabbed it off him and yanked it down myself.

A soft groan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes in embarrassment. I heard his low chuckle and felt his hands rest on my bare shoulders. His hands slid down, sliding the dress with them. Of course, I couldn't have worn a bra with this dress, so suddenly I felt very exposed.

I heard his sharp exhale of breath and snapped open my eyes. I looked up to find him staring at my chest, well of course he was–I had expected as much. He had this strange look of awe on his face.

"Bella I…" his voice was husky and unbelievably sexy.

"Shhhh," I wrapped my arms around him and attacked him with my lips; he kissed back, as eager as ever. We had somehow moved onto the bed, so I was now lying on top of him, with my unexposed chest pressing into his unbuttoned shirt.

The shirt was really annoying me, so I lifted myself off him slightly, and got rid of it. Silent laughter shook his frame and I winked at him.

So now all I was wearing was black lacy underwear and all he was wearing was a pair of black formal pants. Haha we matched, that thought only lasted a second before I decided I wanted to get rid of the pants as well.

Before I could think any further, his lips found their way to mine again. I kissed him passionately and hungrily; I wanted him inside of me. My hands traveled down his side to the belt loops of his pants.

I entwined my fingers in them and used them to pull him closer to me. Then I moved my hand to his zipper and unlike him, I quickly pulled it down. I threw the pant to the other side of the room. He made low moan when my fingers touched him.

"Bella," He grumbled. Before I knew what was happening, he flipped me over and now he was the one who was lying on top of me. His hand brushed my breast, his thumb grazing across my nipple.

I shivered with pleasure and his thumb grazed my nipple again. I kissed him again and again, my lips trailing kisses down his neck. His fingers traveled to my only piece of clothing left. He fisted the lace tightly, tugging hard on it.

A felt my underwear rip beneath me and soon I was completely nude. The thin piece of cotton that was Edward's boxers wasn't enough to hide his erection from me.

I felt myself dying to rip the boxers of him, savagely. Wetness was beginning to pool between my legs. Timidly, I reached down and touched him. The reaction was almost immediate; he let out a small hiss between his teeth.

Enjoying his result to my touch, I continued my explorations of him. My finger stroked his length and this time he groaned. "Bella please stop torturing me." I grinned; no way I was having way too much fun, I ripped of his boxers and discarded them on the floor. I kept playing with him until he snapped. He growled loudly, "Bella!"

I giggled, "I'm sorry Edward." He looked at me contemplatively then he smiled wickedly. Uh-oh! This time he reached down; I felt his hand on my thigh. I could feel it brushing inwards and drifting upwards.

"Edward?" I questioned cautiously, he wouldn't dare. He winked at me in response and his hand got closer to its destination. I felt his touch on my lips and I cried out in ecstasy. He inserted a finger and pulled it out again. He repeated this several times and then he increased the pace. I kept howling out in pleasure, "Edwardddd fuckk." I whimpered to him.

In response he inserted another finger and then another. He was pumping them so hard I thought I was going to explode. "Stop Edward, St–"

He took them out immediately and looked at me in concern. "God Edward fuck, I need you right now!" I demanded needfully. He smiled slowly, and then he positioned himself so that he was lying directly over me. After a few seconds I could feel his tip touching my center, and then I could feel him pushing inside me.

I was getting impatient with his leisurely pace; I let out a groan of frustration. He laughed in reply and sped it up, "Ugh Edward." I almost died when he was fully inside of me; he had seemed so big that I was scared he wasn't going to fit. Having him inside me felt fucking amazing, so much better then ever before.

I'd had sex before, I wasn't the playgirl of the century, but I had had my fair share of sex. This just felt too good, like nothing I would have thought possible. He began to thrust in an out of me, slowly at first. Hadn't he learned I didn't like it slow, by now?

"Faster Edward," I cried desperately. He complied with my request and picked up the pace. I could feel the tension building up inside me, boiling over and needing release. I screamed as my climax approached.

"Fuck Bella," He moaned as I tightened around him. "Youu feel so fucking goodd…"

"Oh Edward," I screamed. I was suddenly aware how very loud I was when I felt Edward's mouth silencing my own. He gave one last thrust and then that was it, we lay in the warmth of our embrace.

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A/N: Hope you liked it, the first lemon I wrote so lovingly and gracefully. So yeah sorry once again for the delay and I'll have the next chapter up soon, please review!