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-#3!0—

We are at my house, in my house, as usual.

"Edward, I want to get laid."

It was a recurring statement. And fuck me if my pants don't get tighter every time.

But is it time yet? I know that I fucking want her. My dick knows I want her. My mind knows that I fucking want her. Hell, her mom knows that I fucking want her. But my fucking conscience keeps nagging and telling me that it isn't time yet. When will it be time? It has been three months. Two. Fucking. Months. It is torture. The worst type of fucking torture. I mean, yeah, we've passed practically all the other sexual barriers. But it isn't the same as being inside her. My cock springs up just thinking about it.

"Bella…"

"I know… I know. It's not time yet…blah blah blah." She gets up from the bed and walks over to my floor length glass door. When opened, it doesn't lead to a balcony. You fall or you jump.

She opens it and jumps.

I groan in frustration, pulling her hair.

I don't want her mad or annoyed at me. I want her happy always. But it's not time

I get up and jump out the glass door too. It's easy to trace her scent, since I know it so well, and I also have her thoughts at hand. I find her in a small meadow. Yeah... she's pissed. Fuck.

"Bella?"

"What?" she doesn't turn to look at me, instead standing and staring at a small waterfall.

"I'm sorry."

"Mmmhmm."

"You know I love you, right?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Do you still love me?"

She abruptly turns to face me.

"Why the fuck would I stop loving you, Edward? You're my Big Poppa," she says softly, though there is a smirk on her face at the end.

My heart soars.

I stand there, staring at the beautiful woman that has completely taken over all of me—my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul. And the last one is saying a lot, because before Bella, I didn't even think that I had a soul. As cliché and sappy as this sounds, she brought the light into my existence. And she made it a life. I do not simply exist anymore – I live, and it is all because of her.

Her eyes are dark, since it's been a week since we hunted. Her hair is flowing in waves down her back, long and amazing. She is wearing a yellow sundress that barely reached her knee, and is barefoot, having left very suddenly.

She's fucking beautiful.

And suddenly – my conscience disappeared. And every part of my body was telling me that it was right. It was the right time to officially make her mine; to make love to the gorgeous woman standing less than 3 feet away from me. Now is the right time, in a small meadow a mile away from my house. Now is the right time, when it was unexpected and unplanned.

It is the right time.

"Bella…" I whisper, so full of awe and love in that moment. She must realize my thoughts, because she breaks out in a grin and her eyes glaze over with lust and need and want. And I see from her mind that it's the exact same look in my own eyes. I smell her arousal as it permeates the air, and I get even harder than I already was because quite frankly, I'm always in a state of arousal around Bella.

"Edward," she whispers back.

I walk take two steps toward her, and she takes one step back. I know that it's not out of fear or because she doesn't want it – she loves the predatory gaze in my eyes and wants to play a little.

"Bella," I growl. "Don't. Tease. Me."

"Why not?" she smirks. "You made me wait. Now I'm making you wait a little."

"Not smart, Isabella."

"It's very smart, Cullen."

"I could always just take what I want."

"And I just might not stop you."

At that, I pounce. I pounce on her, and we end up in the small bed of water that the waterfall flows into.

"You fucking made me wet!" she shrieks, trying to push me off of her.

"Babe, you were already wet."

She rolls her eyes, and I chuckle.

"If you want to get laid, get the fuck off of me and take your clothes off."

Am I supposed to tell her no?

Well, too bad.

I get the fuck off of her and strip.

"Your turn," I mumble when she gets up. The dress is clinging to her skin and her nipples are hard and pretty fucking obvious through the material.

She takes it off, quickly followed by her bra and barely there thong. I moan when her smell gets stronger.

"Come here," I murmur, so fucking ready to just take her already. She does as I say, and then she's right in front of me and I can tell from her eyes that she realizes how perfect this moment is.

I lay her down on the grass, and hover right above her. I pepper her face with kisses, showing her how much she fucking means to me. She spreads her legs and puts them up so that her knees are in the air. I rub my cock against her folds, and she moans, grabbing my hair and moving my face down to kiss her.

"Edward... now, Edward."

I do as she says and position myself before pulling from the kiss, my breaths labored.

"I love you, Bella. I love you so fucking much," I say before I plunge into her. She moans and wraps her legs around my legs, trying to get me in deeper. I know that I should really start to move, I can't. all I can focus on is Bella. She's surrounding me, next to me, near me, with me, below me… and it's almost too much. And at the same time, not enough.

I go deeper. And I start to move. She's panting and moaning and groaning and scratching and pulling and clenching and pleading.

Faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

More.

It's Bella and I must give Bella everything that she fucking wants.

So I'm going faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

More.

Her walls are squeezing me and I feel myself fast approaching and her legs are trembling below me so I can tell that she'll be joining me.

My grunts get louder, and my thrusts get faster (harder, deeper, more).

"Cum for me, Bella. Cum for me," I manage out because I know that I will not be able to last much longer, and I want her to come with or before me. I move my hand down her body, to her clit, and I gently pinch it.

It sets her off.

"EDWARD!" she screams as her orgasm reaching her. She gets impossibly tighter, and that – that right there – that shit brings my own. I bellow out her name and I'm going harder (faster, deeper, more).

I'm not tired per se, but I feel it. I turn us over so that she's on top of me, and hold her to my chest. She kisses my skin and I feel her smile against me.

Thank you, she thinks to me.

"The pleasure is mine," as I kiss the top of her head.

Suddenly, I hear applause.

Both her family – including Rob – and mine walk into the meadow.

I'm a bit embarrassed, but Bella just laughs.

"Sorry, Edward," Esme says. "We were outnumbered. It was me and your father against them all."

The embarrassment isn't that deep and if Bella doesn't care, then it doesn't matter. I shrug.

"I really should be threatening you for deflowering my daughter or something, but I know damn well that there was nothing left to be deflowered, so congratulations," Bella's dad says.

"It's been long coming," Jane mutters, a smirk on her face.

"Were you diligent, Cullen? Did she fully enjoy herself?" Rob questions. I wonder why he cares, but his thoughts are mainly focused on Kristen Stewart, the only thoughts involving Bella being how he's happy for us.

"I very much fucking enjoyed myself, Spunk. Now all of you get the fuck away. I'm not done with him yet."

They leave, and I do a mental dance."

"I love you," she murmurs.

"So fucking much."

"I fully corrupted you, Big Poppa."

"I know. Corrupt me some more."

"With pleasure."

And we fucked off into the sunset.