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Chapter Nine: Stay, Just A Little Bit Longer

Breakfast was quiet. Rosalie, Alice and I slowly ate our food and concentrated on not becoming nauseated or maybe just trying not to think about what we'd be doing. I had nervous butterflies in my stomach and my lips became raw by chewing on them just thinking about what Edward and I would be doing later on during our lesson. Dancing with Edward had its drawbacks, like having two left feet, but it also had amazing perks, like his hands being on my body somewhere at all times. I had to admit that even I didn't understand fully why on earth Edward would even want to be around me as much as he has been. Not to mention that weird thing that happened with Jane last night. He had told me that I already signed up for classes when he and I talked, so naturally, I didn't sign the paper, but Jane had done the same thing and he wasn't accepting her as a student.

"So Bella, what are you doing all day today?" Dad asked as he speared a log of sausage with his fork and stuffed it into his mustached face. I smiled and shrugged as I played with a triangle of toast.

"I have lessons all day with Edward," I smiled. My father raised an eyebrow at the use of his first name, "You know, Mr. Edward Cullen." I corrected quietly.

"I am glad you're not being so formal with him, Bella. He's only two or so years older than you," My mother smiled at me, and her elbow not so coyly bumped into my father's side. Dad's eyebrow quickly retreated to its rightful resting place and he continued chewing.

"Rose? What about you?" Dad continued asking.

"I have some lessons with Emmett today," Rosalie shrugged her smile was infectious. "What about you Daddy? Mom? What are you two doing?" Rosalie was always good at turning the tables on our parents and getting them to forget about us. Rosalie would always do that for either my or her benefit whenever mom or dad began to get too nosey about our business. She said that dad was always the one who was nosey out right, but mom would snoop or just watch what we were up to, so it was always good to offer some sort of interest about their life or what they had done that day to keep them off of our backs.

"Oh, well, Alice's mom and I are going to go to the spa and enjoy a seaweed wrap and facials," Mom looked over at Mrs. Brandon who smiled just as big as mom. Their blue eyes sparkled with excitement at their 'total relaxation day' was a given on any Saturday or Sunday given the place.

"And Bernard and I are going to go sink some puts in down at the driving range some and then go on the full course this afternoon." Dad smiled over at Mr. Brandon who didn't seem too enthused, yet that was his usual demeanor anyway.

"Par four!" Mr. Brandon said shaking his head, but dad ignored him and laughed.

"We don't have to keep track, Bern." Dad laughed.

"Then that would just take the point out of it," Mr. Brandon disagreed but it fell silent when dad didn't have a rebuttal.

Breakfast went by with a few more comments, Mrs. Brandon asking Alice what she was doing, and of course Alice was excited to announce that she would be with Jasper taking photos of wildlife or some plants that were indigenous to this area. Mrs. Brandon and Mr. Brandon peered at each other with meaningful glances and a serious look of doubt on their faces. Mr. and Mrs. Brandon weren't naïve; they could tell something was going on. I believe my parents had the same suspicion, but I got the idea that they were letting this continue so that we wouldn't be held up in the cabins all vacation long complaining about how bored we were collectively like we did last year. We all almost didn't come to the resort this year because of how awful last year had been for us. But now that Edward, Jasper, and Emmett were here we were completely enamored by this resort and to take us away would be nothing short of torture. Rosalie wasn't laying out every hour of every day, she was actually participating. Alice wasn't sitting in the shade drawing up ridiculous fashion statements, she was walking around enjoying nature instead of just putting up with it. And I was actually trying to gain some coordination instead of sitting safely under a shaded tree, reading a book that I had read a thousand times and telling everyone it was extra credit for school, when really I knew that I was dissecting the writing style of that author.

After you read something so many times that was written by the same person, you don't pay attention to the story anymore so much as you pay attention to the grace the author uses when they're writing. You get to know if they favor the comma or the semi colon. My parents didn't understand, my sister didn't understand, and Alice attempted to understand- and could follow me in poetry- but she didn't understand literature. And yet here I was, on a Saturday afternoon, walking up several flights of stairs up to Edward's cabin to practice whatever dance I needed to know to cover Tanya's butt. I was too dazed to notice Mike Newton walking out of a personal cabin looking particularly rough. his polo shirt was untucked, looked as though someone got sick down the front of it, and his shoes weren't even tied. He looked up at me, his blue eyes red rimmed, squinting with what I assumed to be a pretty hefty hang over.

"Mike," I greeted cheerfully.

He passed me mumbling something unintelligible and not so pleasant sounding. I hummed to myself the rest of the way up the stairs straight to the door of Edward's cabin. I heard The Four Season's playing in his room, an upbeat tone, and one of my favorite songs.

'Big girls don't cry!

Big girls don't cry-ey-ey-eye!

They don't cry.

That's just an alibi.'

I smiled to myself knocking on the door loud enough for him to hear it over the music. I heard his nimble fingers twist a knob on a radio and static followed along with an audible click from the radio being shut off. Edward walked to the door and opened it, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Bella! Good morning!" Edward said pulling back and opening his door further to allow me inside. "Come in, come in!" he said with a large smile covering his whole face.

"You're in a good mood," I laughed as he pulled a comb through his wet hair. Edward shrugged and smiled crookedly at me and shrugged.

"Well, I had a lot of fun last night with you. Plus, I didn't have a hangover this morning or anything so it is a win-win to me." Edward smiled as he sat down on the rocking chair next to this radio and pointed to the one opposite of him.

"Well, mike wasn't as lucky as you, I just watched him stagger out of someone's small cabin with his eyes half open and someone's vomit on the front of his polo," I laughed shaking my head. Edward snorted and rolled his eyes.

"I'm not exactly surprised. Mike makes a habit of over doing things. He is one of the reasons girls from the resort aren't supposed to be up here anymore. He had a 'misunderstanding' with one and went too far without consent. It was a big mess with lawyers in the mix and everything. My parents were embarrassed for our resort, but ultimately it was the Newtons' who attempted to fix things by making it a rule that guests at the resort don't come up for the late night escapades." Edward shrugged, his left hand on his face, two fingers at this temples while the other had the air quote still up.

"I never realized how much of a jerk he was," I shuddered. I never realized how very fortunate I was that I saw through what Mike was trying to put on, but I was also horrified by the fact that my father, a State Trooper, was fooled by Mike's facade. And my father was even thinking about getting Mike an in with the law enforcement career after his college career. "Does he have everyone fooled?" I asked abruptly.

"No, mostly just parents and people who don't pay close attention to him." Edward shrugged, "your father probably doesn't give him a second thought because the case against him was an open shut case dealt in hush money." His face was impassive and slightly bored; like he had expected nothing less of Mike and that it was something that was discussed often between him and his parents.

"Do your parents think that you'd do something like that?" My voice was appalled. I barely knew Edward but I just knew he wasn't like that. I barely knew Edward, and yet we've intimately touched and felt each other's bodies. I let that thought sink into my brain. Sure we've spent a few tens of hours together this past week, but that's not getting to know him, that's gaining his knowledge about dance.

"Of course not," Edward paused and uncrossed his legs and leaned closer into me. "They know I'd never do that, but they're worried about Mike's influence. We used to be close when we were younger, but since I turned 16 I found Jasper and Emmett and they took Mike's place easily. I put up a façade for my parents so they don't feel bad for being tied to Mike's family and Mike does the same to ease the tension between the families. It's kind of like a bad divorce they're one set of parents and Mike and I are the child. My parents don't get along with his anymore since his choices the summer before we started college." Edward shrugged more to himself. "But honestly I couldn't bear to see my parents walk away from a place they nurtured and inherited since they were kids."

"How old is this place?" I asked, because my parents too came here back in the early 40's or whatever, before Rosalie or I were even thought of.

"Well, honestly it's probably about 90 years old. My great grandparents on my mother side, the Kellermans, owned it and found themselves in a bit of money troubles due to the 20s and such, so they sold half to Mike's relatives. My parents started taking over about ten years ago after my pap died," Edward thought for a moment, "and really the Newtons barely own a quarter of it, they had to sell half their portion to my parents after Mike's little fiasco."

"Edward," I paused and looked up at him through my lashes, his attention and intense eyes were on me, as always. "I want to get to know you, if that's alright." I bit my lower lip embarrassed.

"I was thinking the same thing," He smiled crookedly back at me, his eyes showing the same sheepishness as I had.

"What's your favorite color?" I blurted out, and instantly the blush crept up on my face and I laughed at myself. One of the most childish questions I've ever asked.

"Brown," Edward shrugged without any explanation as to why. "What is yours?"

"I guess it changes, right now it's green. Usually it's soft brown, sometimes the color of fresh parchment," I shrugged smiling to myself.

"Favorite author?" Edward asked without skipping a beat.

"Jane Austin." I blurted out smiling, "and Emily Bronte," I shrugged to myself. Who couldn't love the Bronte sisters?

"Really? The Bronte's?" Edward put his finger up to his lips and stood up abruptly as he walked over to a stocked bookshelf and pulled out two small books, walking over and handing them to me lightly. 'Wuthering Heights' and 'Jane Eyre' were placed in my waiting hands. "I love them, in some ways, but the fact that they are almost the same book is upsetting. Her sister was hardly original."

"She was just trying to write a proper story for the time. Emily was writing something that was considered to be a very scandalous topic. A black male that was equal to that of a monkey almost. They called Heathcliff a savage. They also were considered siblings in strange ways that loved each other," I defended my favorite authors, even if what he said was true.

"I was just saying, good books, even if they are virtually the same," Edward shrugged.

"Oh? And who are your favorite authors?" I countered raising an eyebrow. Edward's finger was back at his mouth, he sat back in his chair, relaxed, thinking about his answer.

"I don't have one," Edward shrugged. "There are so many. Shakespeare is too… generic, but I find that I enjoy his melodramatic flare."

"Melodramatic flare?" I countered.

"He writes about love and love lost. He was not particularly in love with his wife, but he tolerated her, and he only ever had daughters except for his son, whom he named a play after, and he wrote about how horrible it was to have daughters." Edward shrugged, "melodramatic." he continued.

"I see what you mean," I nodded thinking back to Taming the Shrew, Romeo and Juliet, Othello, Twelfth Night… the list went on.

Edward and I went on and on about our favorite foods, our favorite bands, and eventually we just started talking about our hopes and dreams; something we had already known about each other, but we were exploring it further and more intimately. It was time for lunch before we realized our whole morning was almost over and done with. I blushed as I pushed myself off of the floor as someone knocked on his door. Edward hopped up agilely and walked to his door opening it. A woman stood outside of it with caramel brown hair, bright eyes and the same tone of skin as Edward. She looked to be very young, but her eyes showed more than just beauty, she was older.

"Mother," Edward greeted her as she walked in uninvited, her weary eyes on me as Edward kissed her cheeks. "Mother, this is Isabella Swan, she's taking lessons with me. We were just talking about her hopes in attending my University next fall." Edward lied, he didn't know when I'd start college, I hadn't gotten to mention the peace core really.

"Isabella, I'm Esme Cullen, so nice to meet you," her voice sounded like a song, and her hands enclosed around mine.

"Hello, please, call me Bella." I blushed. My voice was suddenly small for my body.

"Bella, then." Esme corrected. "Edward, I was hoping to have some lunch with you. Your father and I just got back and we'd like to rest up for tonight," Esme turned to me, then. "Would you care to join, too Bella?" Esme extended a very warm invitation.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly impose," I smiled politely.

"Nonsense," Esme laughed. "It would be lovely to have your company," she decided for me. She was so nice, I felt as though I couldn't possibly refuse her.

"If you insist," I said weakly. Edward's eyes were strained and uncomfortable. He could sense my aversion.

"Mother, you shouldn't just assume, perhaps she needs to ask permission." Edward's words had an edge, but Esme blushed and nodded her head.

"Forgive me, dear." Esme smiled and nodded her head, "we'll come ask your parents personally."

My face reddened even more, mostly because I would be absolutely mortified if anyone ever asked permission for me. I was also red because I realized that she wasn't going to let me get out of lunch with her and her husband. I was also embarrassed because Edward seemed reluctant about me joining them for lunch. I felt a little cheap.

"No, of course not, I'd love to join you. I'll meet you there?" I asked as I grabbed my grey sweatshirt from the back of the rocking chair I was sitting in a few hours ago.

I walked out of Edward's cabin without another word and ran down the stairs as fast as I possibly could. I ran to my cabin to see Rosalie and Alice sitting on Rosalie's bed giggling. Their eyes were wide with shock and worry when I ran into the room, panicked and out of breath.

"Bella… Are you okay?" Rosalie approached me slowly. I gulped in a lot of air and swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Edward's mother came over and she is insisting that I eat with them today at lunch… HELP!" I couldn't breathe, and my hands were shaking nervously.

"Bella, come here! I need to put your hair up!" Alice jumped up in full 'makeover mode' and began working on my mess of tangles. "My god, did you dance the salsa! This is a rat's nest."

"We didn't dance at all-" I winced at the pull of the comb along my hair. Alice stopped abruptly and Rosalie's back turned away from me holding a nice, but casual outfit, for me in her hands.

"What exactly did you do?" Rosalie's eyes narrowed and her hands clutched at her hips.

"We talked," I shrugged smiling slightly. Alice laughed nervously to herself and Rosalie did the same as they bit their lips.

"Bella, I have so much to tell you! It's more than talking though, oh my gosh. Jasper's lips a re so soft." Alice gushed as she held my comb to her chest, her eyes dreaming.

"That's great!" I giggled looking at Alice, though, I could tell maybe a little more transpired than just kissing. Alice was a little more adventurous than I was, and here I was being pretty adventurous. "Rose?" I asked raising an eyebrow. Rosalie rarely ever blushed, but when she did you knew she did some hot and heavy things.

"I um… Emmett and I were in the water, and we were kissing and one thing lead to another and.." Rosalie began to ramble and her eyes were wild like she was trying to defend herself.

"Did you loose your virginity?!" I shouted.

"NO! But I would have if the time wasn't so close to lunch," Rosalie giggled to herself. "I think he's the one, I think I want to lose it to him… Like he's the one it's meant for," Rosalie clarified.

"Are you sure? Do you love him?" I asked, naturally I am like any concerned sister, but also I get to play the excited girlfriend, too.

"I think I do, Bella." Rosalie confessed, her eyebrows pulled together in concern for herself. "And that scares me a little, but I'm ready."

"I'm in love with Jasper!" Alice yelped and covered her face. "I can't even control myself. I love him, already."

"I think I may be falling for Edward," I sighed and looked down at my feet, ashamed. We all just met these boys and already we were falling in love and practically throwing our virginity in their faces. "Look, the other day when I was late, Edward was trying to teach me how to move my hips and I just couldn't get it right, and he kept trying and eventually he started touching me… Like down there, to get my hips to fall into rhythm… And I mean it worked, a little too well." I started to blush and looked down at my feet feeling a little too embarrassed to look up.

"Did he give you a…. did he give you an orgasm?" Rosalie sounded jealous, and the word orgasm was unrehearsed in her mouth, but something she had read about in her magazines.

"Yeah," I said, my mouth was dry and there seemed to be a lump in my throat.

"Oh my god! Me too!" Alice screeched, "you know, Jasper, not Edward."

"I was close… But we got interrupted," Rosalie rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"By who?"

"Not a who exactly… A crab came over and kinda pinched his foot." Rosalie began to laugh and her composure broke in her face. A crab came up from the water and pinched Emmett's exposed foot, of all things.

"Maybe he was trying to say not in public!" Alice chastised.

"Can we focus? I have to meet Edward's parents," I grumbled.

Alice and Rosalie finished with me my hair was up in a French twist, which felt nice in the balmy summer air, my body was in a cute halter top and jean shorts. A small part of my navel was exposed from the bottom of the halter to the top of the shorts, and that made me feel a little uncomfortable, but I had limited time and unfortunately limited options due to my reluctance to pack because I didn't want to be here, let alone look cute or presentable.

"So who is it you're having lunch with?" Dad asked again.

"The Cullen's, the owners, they invited me." I clarified for the third time.

"I thought Mike's folks ran this place," My dad scratched his head and fingers played with his moustache.

"They own like a quarter of it," I shrugged.

"Really? I thought it was split down the middle?" Rosalie asked furrowing her eyebrows. I wanted to stomp on her foot. I controlled myself and shook my head no.

"Not anymore." I bit out raising any eyebrow, "It's a long story," which wasn't a lie.

"Right, well have fun." Dad said trying to sound happy for me although his annoyance was apparent. I wish my father of all people knew about Mike. I wish my father of all people would be able to see through Mike like I could.

I walked into the large dining room of the resort and my eyes scanned the room. It would seem that Edward's parents weren't the only ones in town. Mike sat sullenly with a woman who looked like her world revolved around the mall and designer clothing, but had the same light blue eyes as her but light blonde hair. A man sat with the same sullen look as Mike, his dark blue eyes looked bored and his hand was ruffling through his thinning sandy blonde hair, a man I took as Mike's dad.

Edward sat with his mother who had long caramel brown hair, and his father who had fair blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Both of his parents were bronzed by the sun, their faces seemed fresh and healthy, and their clothes looked comfortable, but designer as well. They looked like a very happy family, the opposite of Mikes, in every respect, even the placement of their tables. It was clear that they didn't exactly get along. Esme, Edward's mother, looked as though she was sympathetic to the Newton's annoyed faces. As soon as Edward looked up his green eyes found mine and a strained crooked smile greeted his face.

"Bella," Edward stood up, along with his father as I walked up to the table. "Come sit," Edward pulled out the chair closest to him.

"Thank you," I said softly as I sat down and smiled at the blue pair of eyes and two sets of green looking at me. "Thank you for inviting me to have lunch with you," I smiled at them politely.

"Well it's a pleasure to have someone around that Edward is teaching, but also has the same taste in literature." Esme smiled. "Forgive me, this is my husband, Carlisle Cullen. He is a doctor, so forgive him if he starts diagnosing you with something," Esme laughed and Edward blushed at the comment. Perhaps his father had a habit of noticing things.

"Bella, how nice it is to meet you. I'm a medical doctor, but I wouldn't dream of diagnosing you with anything," Carlisle rolled his eyes at his wife, but a playful smile was on them.

"Thank you," I laughed.

And the conversation flowed evenly through all the meal. Esme liked to refurnish houses and remodel them for people. She liked to design homes and build them. Esme attended an architect school and had an associate in design, so she had a real knack for it. Carlisle was a general medical doctor and he was on his first real vacation in over thirteen years. Carlisle talked a lot about how he's still itching to get back into the hospital and help people, but he finds it nice to be here at the resort for people, just in case.

Esme and Carlisle asked me about what I wanted to do, where I wanted to go to college, what I wanted to study when I got there, and asked if I had any aspirations to having a family and if I'd been coming to the resort long. They were surprised to find that I've been coming here for years, as did Edward.

"I was a bit of a shut in… I'd do one event a day because my parents made me, and the rest of the day I'd be under shady tree with a book." I laughed to myself, even though I knew that it wasn't exactly a good thing that I was a shut in and the only person to bring me out of my shell was Edward.

"And this year is so different why?" Esme asked as she put a cup of coffee up to her mouth, trying to hide a smile and a pointed look at Edward.

"Mother," Edward scolded.

"I'm merely wondering if something we've decided to offer recently has struck an interest in a new marketing bracket." Esme defended.

"I promised my parents to give the resort a real shot, and that night I met Edward and he made dancing seem so effortless, and I realized I wanted to look like Tanya and him, dancing around like graceful doves." I said shrugging, remembering the first time I had ever danced with Edward, and stepped on his feet about thirty times in one waltz.

"Oh, Tanya and Edward took lessons when they were younger, their grandmother practically insisted! They're not cousins, but they're as good as! Tanya was adopted by Carmen and her husband, my sister, and they became fast friends her and Edward." Esme smiled thoughtfully.

By the time lunch was over I found myself really enjoying the presence of Esme and Carlisle. Their smiles were infectious and their upbeat attitude was something you adopted when you were with them. Edward as a little anxious the whole time, perhaps waiting for the embarrassing baby stories to start, but they never did. Esme and Carlisle invited me for lunch tomorrow, too, and hugged me as I left with Edward to take a nature walk before continuing our 'dance' lesson. Edward had his arm around my waist and opened the door for me.

"They were super nice," I said sheepishly.

"They liked you," Edward smiled at me thoughtfully.

"How can you tell?" I laughed.

"They're my parents, I know them and how they think." Edward walked hand and hand with me during our walk, only stopping to grab a freshly blooming flower and put it in my hands. Edward was very sweet and knowledgeable about different types of plants and what type of flowers would look good against my skin. Edward hummed quietly to himself as we finished our half hour walk through one of the hiking trails and we walked to the large amount of stairs in front of us. Edward smiled encouragingly and started up the stairs slowly as I wanted.

We reached the top and went to his cabin, wordlessly. It was effortless with Edward, we didn't have to fill each second with talk, but I did want to know more about him. What he preferred to do when he wasn't working, where he wanted to go in the world, what he wanted to name his children, if he wanted children… But I didn't want to talk to him, I wanted to just be with him, and I sensed that he felt the same way. He opened his door and walked right to the record player. On came the music and he pulled me close to his body beginning to sway slowly with his hands on the small of my back. This dance was more like an embrace with swaying and it felt natural, it felt warm and comfortable. Edward's chin rested softly on my head and my face was deep in his chest smelling his sweet scent in was easy, and it felt right.

Slowly Edward began to dance differently, his hips rolling into my pelvis, his lips on the hollow of my neck now. I wanted to groan into him, I wanted to help the blooming nervousness that began to develop in my lower stomach. I felt need blossoming inside of my chest and sensitivity begin to assault every inch of my body. My hips rolled in kind, meeting his rolls, the friction of our rolling hips was enough to send me over the edge. My breath was ragged, the blood was pumping in my ears, and I felt the moisture between my legs grow more and more as his leg rubbed my clitoris area. I was so close to letting go when Edward pulled my lips to his, stopping our dancing completely. His lips were wet and hot, his breath was as heavy as mine, there was moisture coming from his brow, and his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me off the ground. I gasped, although I shouldn't be surprised, by his strength as he walked us to his bed and sat me down. He walked over to his door and locked it tightly, making sure all the curtains were closed, as well.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered huskily as he crawled up to where he sat me on the bed, like a predator stalking his prey.

"Don't stop," I whispered. I sounded heady. I sounded unlike myself; my voice was husky and raw with need.

Edward's lips reached mine, his hands began reaching up my shirt and his long fingers tightened around my breast, massaging them in a rough, but pleasurable way. I groaned and pressed my chest into his hands, his own groan came as my hand reached to his pants, unbuttoning them. His pants felt like they may burst from his erection that waited for me. I had never given much thought about how hard an erection would be, but this felt like a hard stone pressing into my hand, and it was perfect. Long, thick, hot to the touch through the material, and I wanted nothing more than to see how much of it I could fit into my mouth.

"Oh god," I groaned as his pointer finger and thumb began to roll my nipple between the two. I bucked my hips and I felt a new flood of warmth and moisture pool outside of me. I wanted to release so bad, it was almost there, but it was teasing me and making me work for it. I was panting, and Edward's lips were relentless on my neck, lips and earlobes.

"Edward, I… I." I couldn't get the words out, but I pushed him off of me slightly and his eyes were wide.

"Do you want me to stop?" Edward's voice was suddenly serious. His hands were off of me instantly.

"No, no… I want to do you first," I said in a hurried whisper.

"You don't have to, Bella," he whispered quietly smiling down at me. "You are close, I can feel it," he purred into my ear, pulling me back underneath his weight. I groaned as his hand began to unbutton my jeans. His hand plunged past my curls and straight for the moist pools of liquid coming from me. He groaned and rubbed his fingers in my slippery folds. "Jesus Christ, Isabella," he purred.

My hands reached into his jeans, if he wasn't going to let me touch him first, then I'd just do it while he did it to me. His erection was smooth, and deliciously hard in my hand. I felt it lengthen at the touch of my hand. His breath hitched as I began to rub my hand down the length of him. I began to feel an all new pain in between my legs. I didn't want fingers inside of me. I wanted to be filled, completely.

"Edward, I want…" I groaned and took my hand out of his jeans to pull his jeans past his hips freeing his long, thick erection. "I kind of…" I felt shy and looked into his eyes.

"No, not yet." His breath was hard, and I could fell that it was hard for him to say no. "I would love nothing more than to burry myself deep inside of you, but… not yet."

I wanted it, though. But he was right, it was too much, too soon. I sat up and his hands retreated from my shorts, I pushed him down and put his length between my hands, moving them the way Rosalie's magazines instructed. I took it as the right way because Edward's head lulled back and his hips arched towards me. I licked my lips watching his smooth skin in my hands. I leaned down and pulled him into my mouth. I heard a gasp come out of Edward's lips and I felt his abs pull as he sat up. I didn't have to look to know his green eyes would be wide with shock and his mouth would be agape.

"Bella, you don't have to-" he stopped short as I began to go deeper down his length and sucking as though he was a lollipop and I was itching to get a cavity. I felt his hands wretch at my shorts and pull them down to my knees, his fingers plunged into me. Two fingers began to pump in and out of me at the same rhythm I went up and back down his length, I could feel his fingers pressing harder. He must be close. I sheathed my teeth and picked up a heavy pace, as did his fingers. I felt my body clench familiarly. My knees locked and my breathing stopped for a second as my stomach clenched and instantly I exploded around his fingers. I removed him from my mouth in time to cry out his name and buck wildly into his palm. My orgasm calmed and I kept working on his length, and fortunately he was not far behind my orgasm. I felt his hands bunch at he bedsheets and his legs go stiff, and finally I felt warm liquid fill my mouth. It was salty and rather unpleasant. I swallowed it quickly, the thought of sperm made me feel queasy, but I wasn't going to give up. I swallowed every drop until he began to soften inside of my mouth. I let go of him and sat back on my naked bottom. He laid breathing heavy, his eyes closed and pinched in a painful expression. I smiled, taking that as a good thing.

"Bella, that was amazing." He breathed and pulled me down to lay my head on his chest. I felt awkward, both of us with our pants around our knees and he was hugging me to his body, his lips in my hair. Although it may look a little odd, it was amazing and natural. I wanted be naked and in his arms every night of every day.