Happy Monday!

Well… really… this is just….filler… nothing much really… I mean what could possibly happen in her bedroom with Charlie snoring next door?

I'm sure Edward will behave, even given is enjoyment of a little risky business.

But I am sure someone will tell me I should have put a warning on this. …

So warning… may be NSFW…. Bedroom… Bella and Edward… nighttime… yeah, maybe… I'm sure she's got a chess set in there somewhere they can play.

Under Control- Parachute (thanks Kacy for the suggestion!)

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Chapter 41: You need a new bed.

EPOV

I stood in the shadow of the tree for almost an hour, debating.

I shouldn't do this.

Chief Swan had a gun, and would never let me in again if he caught us together in her room.

But the thrill of climbing up again, of wrapping myself around her while he slept in the room next door. My heart was beating fast from the adrenaline coursing through me at the idea of being caught.

Of course, thoughts of the last time I was caught came to mind.

I was starting to realize, after all that was said in the last few days, that Tanya had probably planned for us to get caught. Why else would she have let me take the lead?

This was a bad idea.

Her window was wide open, an invitation to anyone if they looked.

Chief Swan would be upset if anyone hurt her.

I should just go up and close it.

Go in, kiss her goodnight and leave.

Who the fuck am I kidding?

If I stepped inside, I would not be leaving.

I had been a wreck all week, learning that Bella was a lot more enthusiastic at trying things with me than I had imagined. I fantasized about having sex with her more than usual. I was pretty sure if we went much further, I'd simply need to jack off more, not less. Or simply succumb to having sex with her.

Once you taste the forbidden fruit, you want it more, right?

I'd want her all the time, and she'd get tired of me.

She hadn't even flinched today when I mentioned liking the idea of being caught.

What scared me more was that she seemed excited by it herself.

Bella was starting to make me realize that my reservations in getting close to her because of my tastes were not all that valid anymore.

She was allowing me to open up, and she wasn't afraid.

I'd have to talk about this to Alice tomorrow.

Was this… normal?

And more importantly, was it okay? Was this safe?

I had a lot to discuss in the morning.

But now, standing in the dark under her open window, I had to make a decision.

Go up and give in to my desire?

Or retreat and leave her vulnerable, possibly feeling rejected.

Was there a third choice?

Could I go up and behave?

I doubted it.

She had me so worked up, even taking care of myself twice before getting here, I was feeling the need for relief again.

By her hand.

Or mouth.

Or fuck even just a good dry hump against her.

But I wanted to do something.

I needed it.

I just needed to control myself. Not too far tonight.

I had to draw a line.

Somehow.

I'd figure out what that line was when I was in her room.

And pray I knew the proper limits.

I looked up one more time, to be sure the Chief's light was still out, the adrenaline of what I was about to do coursing through me.

Did he sleep with his gun?

Was he a heavy sleeper?

This was a bad idea.

But so very tempting, and I needed something to ease this feeling in my chest and in my groin. She had me so wound tight.

Take a leap. A step. A crawl… Something. We needed this.

We. Needed. This.

I slowly made my way up the tree, learning the first time where the good footholds were. Reaching the window, I could see in and felt my determination waver. I could see her, tucked under her blankets in the cold air of her room, her eyes closed and seemingly asleep.

Fuck, I had waited too long.

I'd close her window and just go home.

I was hit by an avalanche of disappointment.

I hadn't realized how much I needed to see her.

Touch her.

Her movement caught my eye, and I saw her shift.

Maybe she wasn't asleep yet.

"Bella," I whispered.

Her eyes flew open and she grinned, something so beautiful it was like a siren calling me.

Bella was my siren.

I slipped into the room, closing the window partly to ward off the chill and moved quietly towards her bed, nervous suddenly.

My emotions were all over the place.

I wanted to do so much.

I was nervous with anticipation of pleasing her.

I was terrified I'd fail.

I was excited as hell for her to touch me.

I was terrified I'd get off too soon.

I was scared her father would come in and find me all over her.

But I was more scared of getting off too soon.

And my adrenaline was charging through me like a freight train.

I pulled my jacket off, watching her slide the covers back for me, revealing her in only her underwear and a tank top. And that tank top had ridden up a little, showing me her stomach.

Oh, I wanted to touch the soft skin there. Too many times I had been thwarted.

I dropped my jeans beside her bed, kicking off my shoes at the same time and crawled quietly into her squeaking monstrosity. She threw the covers over me, shivering when my cold body came in contact with hers.

Cold legs met with fiery thighs and soft ass.

Her back arched away for a second before curving to fold into against my stomach.

Chest to back.

Hair tickling against my neck as I leaned in and brushed my lips across her shoulder, making my way along her hot skin to her neck where her heart pumped a fast rhythm.

I wrapped my arm around her, bringing her up closer to me, the heat of her stomach warming my fingers. I sighed at the sudden euphoria gripping me as I held her to me. Feeling her here made the week slip away, made the fear of being caught less poignant. Having her there was perfect.

Normal.

Safe.

Maybe this is all we needed to do tonight.

I could hold her; ignore the lust and the hunger. Because really, she was more important.

Whatever she wanted, I knew I would cave and offer her.

I was that attached to Bella.

I hummed against her skin and kissed her along her jaw, flexing my fingers across her stomach, feeling her adjust against me to remind me of the want I had for her. She was wedged up tight to my throbbing cock, and regardless of my contentment in holding her, it had other plans, partnering up with my hips to push slightly against her ass, burying close to incredible heat that was only masked by two shreds of cotton.

She moaned softly and turned her head, searching out my mouth with hers. I took it slowly, tasting her with my tongue. Savouring her.

Intoxicating.

Siren.

I moaned and deepened the kiss, my body wanting more as it pressed again, and contentment falling away for desire. I was teetering on the edge of behaving, falling into the pit of primal need.

Bella turned in my arms, pressing her body close while she ran her hands over my back.

"Hi," she whispered, a smile creeping onto her mouth as she watched me.

"Hi," I answered huskily, kissing her softly this time.

Tenderly.

Slow.

Worship.

Savor.

Skin so soft by her hip.

Arms wrapped around me, pulling closer.

Legs. Legs together. Would she freak if I pulled one lovely thigh over mine?

I felt her hands roaming along my back, travelling down with firm pressure.

"Take off your shirt," she whispered, bunching it up from the back to help me take it off.

I shifted in the bed, making it squeak loudly as it fought the weight of both of us.

"You need a new bed," I groaned and tugged the shirt over my head, it ending up on the floor by my jeans.

"I like my bed," she replied softly, trailing her hands over my bare chest. "It's just not used to so much action."

I groaned and eased her back against the sheets, my mouth searching her out. She kissed me eagerly and wound her hands up into my hair, making me groan a little louder when she pulled.

"Shhhh," she giggled and pushed my head down a bit, inviting me to nuzzle against her breasts. Her laughter turned into a quiet moan when my nose traced over a nipple.

My hand slipped over her mouth, tipping my head to look up at her.

"Do I need to hold my hand over your mouth all night, or should I stop?" I asked, feeling bold.

Her reaction to me made me bold. I liked that.

A lot.

She squirmed beneath me, making the bed creak again and her eyes crinkled in amusement. I slowly slipped my hand from her mouth, making its way down to her waist where it fingered the hem of her shirt.

I looked up at her again when she made a small noise.

"I'll be quiet," she breathed, trying not to move in the noisy bed. I moved, causing it to groan in outrage to my body there.

"I'm less worried about you than I am about your bed now waking up your dad," I whispered, grinning when it creaked again as I settled close beside her.

"I need to lock the door," she whispered, sliding out from my grasp.

I watched her walk to the door, enjoying the view of her rear in her tiny underwear. They had ridden up a little, letting her cheeks peek out. I liked how her ass moved in them. Firm with a little jiggle that her jeans hid from me.

And then her legs as she came back.

So long, like she was made of mostly leg.

"What?" she asked, standing next to the bed, fidgeting with her tank top.

My eyes moved slowly up her body, taking in the way her thighs disappeared into her underwear that covered just as small portion of her.

The part I wanted so badly now that I was staring at it. .

My eyes continued to trail upwards, enjoying the quick rise and fall of her breasts. Already her nipples were screaming for attention.

There was so much I wanted to do, but so much I knew I shouldn't.

It was a losing battle, as I lay there with her belly button at eye level. I could just lean in and I'd be able to smell her.

Was she already wet?

I was teetering on being good. Or very, very bad.

Behave or take a giant leap.

Behave. Chief Swan is next door.

Leap. She's here, looking at you with so much want.

We could be quiet.

Right?

Balancing precariously on that sliver of choice.

Her dark and heavy eyes helped me to fall.

"Come here," I whispered, scared and excited and feeling myself aching as she slowly climbed back into bed, lying down beside me carefully to keep the bed quiet.

She sighed quietly when my fingers moved to her hair, brushing it off her shoulders so that I could see every bit of skin. My nose followed along, enjoying the subtle changes in her scent as I explored across her body.

Her hair smelled like flowers.

Her neck, flowers fading into something like vanilla.

Her shoulder, sweet and a little more like vanilla.

She smelled like a damn cupcake.

And I wanted to lick her frosting.

I ignored the creaking as I shifted further down so that my hands could wander, as they wanted. My fingers found the hem of her shirt again, and I looked up to find her watching me, eyes half closed and bottom lip tucked in her mouth.

"I want to see you," I whispered. "I want to touch you."

She nodded stiffly, biting her lip a little harder. I paused at her nerves, afraid that now that we were here, in bed, touching, she was losing her nerve.

And I was straining to keep from losing it.

Her fingers slipped over mine, taking the fabric and pulling it up slowly. I sat back to watch her as she moved, arching her back to pull the top up further. Just as she reached her breasts, I stilled her progress.

"Wait," I said, my voice husky.

She swallowed and eyed me carefully.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, but I placed my hand over her mouth lightly.

"I just need… a minute," I replied softly, letting my fingers glide back down to her bare stomach, dragging the backs of them across the length of her tight quivering belly.

I wanted to savor. Every inch of her.

Make this... good and perfect.

"So soft," I murmured and leaned in to kiss the expanse just over her belly button. She moaned quietly and arched up into me. I breathed in her skin, placing my cheek against her stomach, enjoying the sounds and heat of it. I closed my eyes and stayed very still against her stomach, gathering up my strength for the next step.

I could do this. And stay under control.

I was going to give tonight.

I wanted to see her.

Touch her.

Enjoy her.

"Edward?"

I hummed and slowly pulled my head up, smiling lazily at her heavy lidded eyes. Without a word, I let my hands run up her sides, capturing her top in my fingers to pull it up further, holding back the moan when I saw the curve of her breasts.

I could do this.

I could do this.

Her shirt slipped further and I couldn't hide my excitement. I licked my lips at the sight of her hard nipples mere inches from my mouth. The shirt forgotten, bunched up high under her chin, I moved a little closer, her breath growing more labored as I closed in. I followed my fingers with my eyes, entranced at the skin as it goose fleshed at my touch.

And when I touched the rough texture of her nipples.

"Ohhh," Bella moaned, slapping her own hand over her mouth as her body convulsed under me.

I moved up against her until my mouth hovered over hers. She was looking at me with wide eyes.

Not scared or worried.

But almost frenzied.

I pulled her hand away gently and kissed her while my hand moved back to her breasts, feeling them as I cupped one in my hand like they belonged there. Her moan was captured in my mouth as I continued to explore both her mouth and her breast. Her nipple tightened further when my thumb dragged across it. Her body moved under mine again, pressing closer.

And making the bed creak again.

I drew my head up at the sound of something in the other room.

Fuck me.

Bella sat up on her elbows and looked towards the door, holding her breath.

We listened in the quiet for a moment before a low garbled noise carried through the door.

"He's still asleep," she whispered, sighing as if in relief.

I licked my lips and took a deep breath, my eyes wandering down her body as she settled back into the bed.

My hand had never left her breast.

She laid there, a timid smile on her lips, one arm thrown back over her head while the other played on my neck, tickling it a little.

She was truly beautiful lying there, looking up at me with want.

For me.

No crazy agendas.

Just that she wanted to be with me.

Amazing.

"Please don't tell me you want to stop," she asked, her voice hoarse.

I shook my head and let my index finger trace slowly around her breast again, making her breath hitch.

"I don't want to stop," I whispered and let my finger glide downward, towards her stomach.

I found the waistband of her underwear and drew a line across her stomach where they met. Bella put her hand over her mouth again and let her eyes flutter closed at my touch.

I was heady from seeing her react to me.

Both of us were breathing heavily now, and I knew, as soon as I touched her there, we would both be lost. This was it. Something I had craved and fought against since I had first seen her.

With a feather light touch, I let my fingers graze over her thigh, making her body twitch.

"Shhh," I whispered when she whimpered. Bella let out a long cleansing breath and closed her eyes, as if to concentrate.

In the other room, the Chief's snoring stuttered and stopped.

My hand stilled on her leg, my thumb the only thing that moved as it caressed the smooth skin of the inside of her thigh.

"Keep going," she breathed.

This was the part that got me riled up. The risk. Was he awake? Or just sleeping differently.

What would happen if he came to check on her?

Hear something that he hadn't heard before.

The thrill of being quiet, and yet giving her absolute pleasure.

My heart was racing.

I was diving into this like a man on the high dive.

I was all in.

Licking my lips, I applied slight pressure to her leg, easing it under her knee to lay higher in the bed.

Opening her up to me.

A soft creak and another adjustment and I had her other leg trapped under my own leg that cradled her by the knee. Capturing her so that even when she wanted to clasp her legs shut, she would not be able to.

She was vulnerable now.

I refrained from staring at heaven between her legs, my mouth returning to hers as my fingers moved once more, up her leg.

Thumb drawing circles along the soft flesh, easing its way up.

Up.

Up.

To the soft cotton fabric between her legs that was most definitely affected by me.

Hot and damp and making me want to pull that fucking fabric away to see for myself.

Another whimper in my mouth at the first brush against her, and as I assumed, her free leg squirmed, moving to clench tight. But her other leg trapped, she was reduced to thrusting against me, trapping my hand harder against her.

Panting she moved against me, hands grabbing at my head, hips rolling to press my hand harder.

"Edward," she moaned softly, almost pained.

I knew that feeling.

Pained pleasure of a different sort.

And her voice, almost begging, made me crazy with want.

Needed to stay in control.

Please her.

Her breathy moan was captured in my mouth as she attacked me again, her eagerness something entirely different from past encounters. She was eager, full of uncontrollable desire, and she was wearing me down.

"Please," she begged. "Oh god, please touch me."

I shifted against her, creak be damned and pressed her back against the bed once more. My mouth moved down her neck, nudging the tank top to the side as my lips sought to discover her breasts. She shifted again in her bed, pushing her hips up towards my exploring hand as it traced the line of her underwear again.

I had to pace myself.

She wanted more.

She was killing me slowly.

Or well, quickly.

Her hands tugged me closer to her breasts, my mouth finding a nipple just as I ventured a finger under the fabric of her underwear. Her gasp and jolt in the bed brought my head up, to make sure she was all right.

She was so much more reactive than Tanya.

Frantic and almost out of control with every touch.

It was… thrilling.

She whimpered and looked into my eyes, and I could feel her nails scraping along my scalp lightly.

Nervously.

"More?" I whispered, tracing one finger just underneath the fabric.

She nodded and choked back a moan, biting her lip instead.

"Stay very still," I teased, watching as her body fought to writhe under me again.

Easing one finger a little deeper, I let out a low groan when I felt her hair and heat.

Her breathing picked up when I slid another finger under the fabric.

Slow.

Had to be slow or I'd burst.

I wanted to see her there, but I knew, if I did I wouldn't stop.

Steps.

Touch tonight.

Just touch.

Taste later.

Laterlaterlater.

Oh fuck she was hot and wet.

She whimpered and squirmed against me again when I eased lower, finding the slick folds of her. Bringing her lips to mine I kissed her slowly, my tongue moving slow just as my fingers did against her other lips. She bucked against me when my thumb grazed her clit, hard and easily found in her excitement.

She was so incredibly sensitive, I had to wonder how long she had been like that.

Did women get excited like men did?

How often did she take care of herself?

I didn't want her to have to do that anymore.

I wanted to do it for her.

I hummed against her lips as I slid deeper into her folds, finding her entrance and kneading it gently. She was a virgin, sure to be tighter and more sensitive than Tanya. I wanted her to enjoy this in every way.

Thumb grazing her clit in light circles, I dipped one finger closer to her entrance, barely entering before I twirled it around slowly, feeling her grip me with each movement. Her body was trembling against mine as I moved, hips moving with more earnest as I found a slow rhythm.

Circle.

Gentle push and then rotate to feel every bit of her.

Circle a little faster. A little more firmly.

Hips bucked, her teeth biting my bottom lip slightly in her need to stifle her moans.

Body quaking when I pushed a little deeper, curling slightly and slowing moving.

In.

Out.

Slow.

God, slow.

"More," she whined and pushed her hips up into my hand.

She was going to kill me.

I pressed against her more firmly, my hips moving against the side of hers for some relief while I stroked her more quickly. I could hear her breathing quicken to moaning pants. I was lost in the feeling of her body grinding and shuddering against mine. Her soft pants sounded like my name, until she turned her head into my shoulder and moaned against me.

"More, faster."

I heard the bed as it moved, no longer just creaking, but the clear sound of movement as if moved and strained.

Creak. Groan. Whimper. Creak. Creakcreakcreak.

I listened to her as she pleaded in a breathy whisper. Over and over.

More. More. More. Faster. More.

And then she keened when I added another finger.

Any second, her dad would wake up to the racket.

But we were past the point of no return.

She was clawing at my shoulders, clutching me as I pumped into her, reminding myself to press a little harder against her clit to bring her more quickly.

Savoring was done.

Now it was about seeing her fall apart.

She was so close.

I could smell her in the room, making me heady and lusty and needy to see her come.

She was shaking, clawing, tensing, panting.

Creaking. Metal against metal, grating.

And the sound of me in her as I slid in and out.

Moaning. My name getting louder.

My breath, fighting back the low growl in the back of my throat as fought not to rip off her underwear and bury myself in her.

Snoring. Thank god there was still snoring somewhere in the symphony of getting Bella off.

"Yes, yes yesyesyes," she cried, a strained groan as I felt her tightening around me.

Pressing her body hard against mine as it clenched and froze in a beautiful display of hair spread out, eyes clenched tight, mouth open in a silent scream.

Neck strained.

Breasts high in the air.

Stomach tight.

Flushed skin.

And tight quaking clamping down on my curled fingers that slowed their pace to feel every inch of her as she collapsed and shuddered into the bed.

She panted beside me, her arms sliding off my shoulders to lie limply over her forehead.

I slowly slid my fingers out of her, fighting the urge to take them to my mouth.

I wanted to taste her.

Another day.

I could wait. As much as my body wanted more, I wanted this to be about her tonight.

She had let me in, with the danger of her father waking in the next room. I listened over our breathing and sure enough, he was still sawing logs in the next room.

I relaxed against her, letting my fingers trace across her skin as she caught her breath. She was still flushed and her hair was a mess. I liked the look of disarray on her. She looked absolutely beautiful, in a sexed up girl sort of way.

I wanted to see this often.

Bella, spent and naked and flushed and so beautiful.

A slow smile spread over her face, her eyes slowing opening to regard me. I pulled her closer to my body, forgetting about the pain in my groin for once. I simply wanted to kiss her and hold her in her post orgasmic bliss.

She hummed against my lips and wrapped her arms around me again, her tongue searching me out before she sighed and pulled away.

"That was so much more than I thought we'd get to do tonight," she whispered, grinning goofily.

I chuckled against her neck and nuzzled into her, smelling a new scent on her skin.

She smelled like sex.

The entire room was infused in her scent.

Vanilla and flowers and sex.

I could drown in that and be happy.

She eased herself free of my arms and pushed against my shoulder, back onto the bed with a load grating noise.

"This bed is going to fall apart," I teased and settled into the pillows, one arm lazily tracing down her spine as she shifted to sit up, looking down at me.

She scowled at me with pursed lips and pressed her hand a little more firmly against my chest as if to hold me in place.

"Shut up about my bed, Edward Cullen and stay put," she groused, leaning over to kiss me.

I couldn't help but reach up and stroke one of her breasts, hearing her squeak when I pinched her nipple lightly. She pulled away and watched her hand as it slowly slide down past my ribs, to my stomach.

My breath came a little faster, my stomach tightening at her tickling fingertips.

She looked up at me through her eyelashes and flashed me a wicked smile.

"Your turn."

Fuck me.

Oh god.

I swallowed and held my breath as I felt those fingers dip slower, over the fabric of my boxers until she hummed and let one solitary finger trace up the rock hard length of me straining against the fabric.

"You'll tell me how?" she whispered, looking up at me with those bright innocent eyes.

I wasn't going to last five seconds with that look.

Another finger joined the tracing. And then she leaned over and laid a lingering kiss over the tip of my covered cock.

Scratch that.

She was going to make me come before I was even out of my boxers.

Fuck control.

She shredded it.

Fuck I hoped the Chief slept through Round two.

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AN: yep…. Imma cock tease… but I figured this was best told from Bella's POV…

Hehehe.

More… tomorrow.

This chapter is brought to you by Tempur-Pedic mattresses… they don't creak... BWHAHA

MWAH!

steph