A/N: I want to thank each and every one of you for reading, and particularly my dear reviewers. Every time I hear that little pong noise, I giggle, I kid you not. And I'm not a giggler…Are you ready for some Edward loving? I know you are ;)!

My turn. His eyes had this glint that promised so much and every part of my body started tingling. Alright, a very specific part of my body started tingling. He had brought me to my knees when he had come on me earlier but just thinking that he could make me come was just too good to be real. And yet, here he was, in my bedroom, completely naked and he was mine.

Before I started squealing like a little girl, I took a few seconds to admire him again. So lean and long, so well proportioned, so deliciously muscled and pale. He was all male but beautiful like a work of art, his thighs, his arms and his cock. The one I had wanted in me since my eyes had met his for the first time. I would have it one day, I swore to myself.

I blinked and found myself pinned against the bathroom wall by my naked personal Adonis. The perk of his age was that he had incredible stamina, and here was the proof, against my inner thigh. I whimpered, pretty loudly. I quickly checked the time, only an hour before Charlie came home. I hopped up and circled my thighs very tightly around his waist. He could thrust so easily in that position. Just the idea made me faint with desire.

Edward had his eyes closed and his mouth parted. His hands started roaming me, from my back to my legs, avidly. His breathing was labored and I was in no better state.

"I love you, Bella…" He rasped, just before his lips claimed mine demandingly. He took charge, capturing my tongue with his and basically fucking the hell out of my mouth. Yes, my man had skills. I shivered.

"Are you cold?" He whispered, sucking that little sweet spot under my hairline.

"No, I'm not, not at all. E-Edward…" I stuttered. "I need you…"

In a few seconds, my back was no longer against the wall but on the bed, pressed under his hard and warm body. The feeling was incredible, protection and possession rolled into one.

Edward then launched his most powerful weapon on me: his eyes. They were the most beautiful I had ever seen, liquid sin and innocence, the purest green in the universe. They were almost black, now and I knew they were that way when he was turned on. I had other physical proofs of that, the hardness against me, the trembling of his legs and the goose bumps covering his arms.

"You know…I've never done that before. I'm not sure if I'll be any good at it." He admitted, pink in the face. He was the most adorable human being and I fell for him all over again.

"I don't care, baby…" I breathed, kissing him slowly and teasingly. "I'm sure I'll love it. Because it's you doing it." He smirked.

"Yes, me…"

His hands started going down after that and I lost myself to the sensation. He had such large and long hands, they felt so wonderfully expert, rolling and running on my skin. He took his time too, not rushing his movements, learning what made me react, what made me moan. And I did, a lot.

Experience was overrated, enthusiasm was the key. That's what was missing from my relationship with Jake. We knew each other by heart but we were jaded with each other, so we were doomed. I didn't think I could ever get enough of Edward. He was the key to my lock, he opened me completely.

Speaking of opening, he spread my thighs wide open for him and I helped him eagerly, settling comfortably against the pillows.

When his thumb first grazed my clit, I arched into his hand, wanting more.

He kept stroking very lightly and he moaned when he saw me, clenching my hands into fists and torturing the sheets.

He got bolder and put his other fingers in action. His forefinger and middle finger started teasing my slit and playing with my sex.

He seemed to like my "Fuck" response because his hesitation vanished and both digits entered me.

Stroking, curling, massaging…The constant movement and the eroticism of his panting mingling with mine caused my feet to dig into the bed.

He slowed his actions then, leaving me whining, almost sobbing from the lost bliss. I looked at him and saw the same mischievous light I had seen in his eyes before. He had a plan.

"You have the hottest pussy…" His voice was what sex sounded like. My man liked to talk dirty.

"Uungg, Edward…" I choked, incapable of saying anything else.

"I love touching you, just like this." His fingers started moving again and my whimpers were nonstop now.

"Soon, I'll do more than touch." Oh, heaven.

"I'll lick you…and I'll fuck you." His voice broke in the end, betraying his nerves.

I barely heard it, though, because he blew softly on my clit at the end. I saw the proverbial stars, the most potent ecstasy took over my entire body and I arched as high as I could. I think I cried, between my grunts and moans. Edward was a God of sex.

He looked very smug and had the silliest grin on his face, probably mirroring mine.

"Bella! Are you up here honey?"

Well, fuck, my father was here. Early.

Short one again but I wanted to give it to you today since the next few days are going to be real busy for me. Leave me your thoughts :).