We lay on the wooden table together, the hardness digging into my hips as I curled myself against Bella.

We had sex. Wow. We totally just had bangin', hills-are-alive-with-the-sound-of-music sex!

"Ahem," I cleared my throat unconvincingly, "so, this wasn't necessarily how I was intending for this date to go."

Bella snorted in disbelief. She knew me so well already and we barely knew each other.

"No, really!"

"Uh huh..."

I tipped her chin so she could see the sincerity in my eyes.

"I mean it Bella. Our first time together...it should have been...special. You know?"

Bella looked at me with incredulity in her gaze. "I don't know. I'd call passionate table sex pretty damn special."

How did she manage to make me feel better with that statement?

"Well, I'm glad you liked it then. And, as much as I'm enjoying this moment of post-coital spooning afterglow, I think there's another spoon somewhere that's violating a very indecent part of me right now." I hoped that wasn't too much information, because it was true. I like anal spoon sex as much as the next guy, but even I have my limits.

I felt sort of bad when I realized that we really hadn't removed that much of our clothes. We hadn't even really had any foreplay.

"Bella?" I ventured to apologize, while I stood there like some kind of mook and waited for Bella to bring me a wet rag to clean myself. Yeah, I was so excited to have dipped my wick that I'd almost pulled my boxers on without cleaning up first. That would have been a fun sticky mess later. Did you know that jizz acts as a replacement for super glue when introduced to fabrics? It's true. You can Google it.

"What's wrong, Edward?" Bella inquired, concern knitting her brow.

It was kind of hard to think right then, because instead of handing me the rag, she decided to clean me herself. And she was being quite thorough about it. The warm cloth stroked my balls gently, then swiped over and around my still sensitive dick. What was I going to say again?

"Foreplay!" I blurted out like a kid with Tourette's syndrome.

Bella's eyes widened in shock at my outburst.

"What about foreplay, Edward?" How the hell did she remain so calm?

"Sorry," I apologized, collecting my thoughts now that her hand finally left my no-no place. "What I meant to say, when my brain took that temporary hiatus, was that there wasn't any foreplay."

"I'd gathered that," Bella smiled up at me, amused by my incoherent ramblings.

"What I mean is that there should have been foreplay. Lots of it." Why wasn't my brain working? Would it look weird if I smacked my head repeatedly to possibly jump start it?

"Hmmmm," Bella tapped her chin in thought, "I would have to say I agree with this assessment."

My head hung in shame.

"I ruined this for you. Our first time and I totally ruined it. God! I acted like a complete teenager seeing his first set of boobs! What is wrong with me?"

While I ranted, Bella had stepped closer and wrapped her arms around me, my dick pressed into the sliver of skin that showed on her midriff. I know I just came not even ten minutes ago, but the exquisite feel of her warm skin caressing that appendage revived it and it stood at attention, pointing to her chin (and more specifically, her mouth) as if to say "you're next".

That's when I noticed her staring at me with hunger in her gaze, her hips purposefully swaying back and forth...back and forth...coaxing The Beast back out of it's flaccid prison like a one-eyed snake charmer.

I think I may have moaned or something.

"You were saying, Edward?"

"Was I talking?" No really, had I been talking?

"Something about foreplay, I think," she looked pointedly at me, that evil eyebrow all but drawing a diagram for me.

Craving more contact, more friction, just...more...I grabbed her and pulled her close, wedging my erection between our bellies. My lips were a divining rod and easily found hers, as I pulled first the top lip, then the bottom, into my mouth. A whimper escaped her lips, a desperate plea for something that only I could give her. My moans replied in an unspoken promise to quench the fire that burnt between our bodies, threatening to consume the both of us in lustful flames.

My lips released hers, eliciting a pout from the beauty before me. Pressing her body tightly against mine, our most intimate parts begged to fit together like puzzle pieces. My mouth gently caressed her cheek as I reached her ear, gently nipping at the flesh just below the lobe.

"Bella?" I inquired, listening to her panting breath in my ear as I softly teased the flesh of her neck, not quite kissing it, just sweeping my lips back and forth.

"Yes, mmmmmmmm...Edward?" She sounded just like one of those women in the movies, all gasping breaths and wanton moans.

What she failed to notice, while I was putting her under my spell with the teasing of her erogenous zone (What? I read Cosmo!), I was redressing her a bit.

"It's time for our date. Let's get these dishes cleaned up and put the food away."

Bella pulled away from me, slightly stunned.

"But...I thought..."

"As much as I'd love to spend the entire day making passionate monkey love on various surfaces of your home," I interrupted, "my purpose in coming over was to take you out on a date."

"But..." she protested again, desperation clear in her voice.

Because I wasn't a total dick, and because I'm not a complete monk, I let her off the hook a bit.

"But, if this date goes exceptionally well, perhaps I'll need to thank you for a lovely time. However shall I do that?" I tapped my finger on my chin, thoughtfully.

"W-with...your penis?" Her eyes shone with hope.

"Perhaps," I answered.

Boiling anticipation is part of seduction, right?