Hello all! So many of you were quite… frustrated with me blocking you from this part of the night. Well, it would have been the longest drabble chapter in history… snort…

I have never laughed so much as I have over the last set of reviews, from the Tempur-pedic testimonials to the worry over Charlie busting thru the door in his underwear, gun in hand. You guys are a hoot!

I'm taking a couple days off this week, so look for the next one on Friday.

I promise… no cliffy this time… there's…resolution.

Come On Closer

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Chapter 42: But it was throbbing.

BPOV

I was floating. Died and gone to heaven sort of floating.

Every muscle in my body felt heavy.

Jesus Christ, where was the light to take me away.

I had to be dead.

Or I was dreaming.

That's it.

I had just had the most amazing sex dream ever.

One that seemed to continue when I felt warm fingers brushing across my skin.

Oh my, I wasn't dreaming.

This was real and Edward was amazing.

I had an amazingly skilled boyfriend.

I smiled and tried to open my eyes, it being so much more difficult because of the sated feeling in my body. Edward pulled me close against him, his lips drawing me in with a lazy caress over my mouth.

"Mmmm, that was so much more than I thought we'd get to tonight," I murmured slowly against his lips, feeling a little like I did when Renee gave me that hot buttered rum drink for Christmas.

Drunk. I felt a little drunk.

Everything now was so much more relaxed than it had ever been.

Well except for one thing.

And that one thing was pressed up against my stomach and I could swear it had its own beating heart.

The hard beating entity pressing close stirred me awake, made me move along Edward a little more surely. He was nuzzling against me, offering me small kisses along my skin when I eased him back into the covers, his eyes scrunching up when the bed creaked under his weight.

"This bed is going to fall apart," he joked, settling in to get more comfortable.

His arm lying under his head, so that his bicep rounded nicely for me to ogle, he looked like a god in my bed.

And he had a cocky smile on his face, no doubt from making me fall apart from his delightfully magical fingers.

Well.

He had it coming to him.

"Shut up about my bed Edward Cullen and stay put," I growled and kissed him, hoping I could show him just how much I appreciated what he had done.

His hand brushed at my breast again, fingers finding my nipple where he pinched it, making me yelp.

It surprised me more than hurt me, and his wicked look on his face made me think he enjoyed it too.

Biting his lip and raising his eyebrows at me, I wondered if this was another kink he had.

So far I liked everything he had revealed to me.

Even the bit about wanting to do it where we could get caught.

Charlie slept in the next room, and while I knew he was out like a light, it didn't mean he wouldn't wake up.

We had to be quiet still.

Because we weren't done.

I moved to sit up a little more, to take in the beauty that was his body.

Lying there so relaxed, as if the act of making me come had brought him his own release of sorts. Had he come to realize that this truly was different?

He was a totally different man than just a few hours ago.

He wasn't hiding anything. No hands in pockets, no hiding the tremendous hard on that fought his boxers. Did he even realize it was standing there, thumping with the same rhythm as his heart in his throat?

It was a little frightening actually.

I don't mean in an Elephant Man sort of way.

I mean, he was big. That was obvious.

But I was seconds from asking him if I could touch it.

Just touch it.

Okay, maybe more.

I understood the mechanics of a blowjob.

I... sorta… practiced in the eighth grade with my friends with our bananas at a sleep over.

They were surprised how far I could get mine in.

Well, that was a banana.

I doubted Edward's cock tasted like banana.

Exotic maybe.

But it was throbbing.

And did I say it was big?

And what would he taste like?

I really, really wanted to find out.

He needed a little release. He couldn't yank it all the time by himself right?

I studied his body again, at the strength in his arms, the cut of his chest as it sloped down to his stomach. Taut, firm. And the hair was a lighter version of the hair on his head. It glimmered slightly in the dim light.

It felt coarse against my fingers as it slide through them on the trek down his chest.

I felt his stomach tighten when I touched it, his breath catching in his throat.

I traced lower still, just above his boxers and the head of his cock that threatened to peek from above. Looking up at him, I felt the need in his eyes course through me.

"Your turn," I whispered, hoping I sounded remotely sexy.

His breath came out in a whoosh and I swear he twitched in his boxers.

But he made no move to stop me or tell me this wasn't what he wanted.

He did want it.

Now just to learn how he liked it.

I held my breath, waiting for him to grab my hand away like he had that one day. But he remained frozen, one hand under his head, the other tracing quickening circles on the small of my back. I took that as a sign that he was willing and let one solitary finger trail over the material, tracing up the hard length of him.

So hard.

I understood now about calling it rock hard.

It was solid. Thick. It put stone statues to shame it was so rock hard.

I think I moaned.

That would be inside of me one day.

Hard and thrusting. Maybe even tonight.

If I did this right.

I looked up at him, at his flushed cheeks and darkened eyes and suddenly I felt like an amateur in the den of a pro. He looked at me with such intensity.

I didn't want to ruin this.

He had given an amazing performance. What if I didn't?

I mean, people gave bad handjobs. I'd heard Tyler and Mike talking behind Lauren's back.

I didn't want to be anything like Lauren.

"You'll tell me how?" I whispered, stroking along his length again.

His breathing sped up and his bicep flexed beside his head. I felt his hand at my back give me just the slightest pressure.

Urging me on?

I don't know.

But I took it as a silent request.

So I did what I felt he'd enjoy.

I leaned down and placed a long, soft kiss against the head of his cock, the fabric dulling the feeling I was sure, but still his hips twitched and he groaned.

"Fuck, Bella. I'm… gonna… woah,shit," he babbled, clenching his eyes as he shook his head back and forth, as if at war with himself.

I raised my head, leaving my hand covering him, intrigued by how hot he was there.

He let out another breath and eased his hand from behind his head, guiding it down to mine, pressing firmly against me for a second before he spoke.

His voice was rough and full of need.

"I want you to," he breathed. "Slow. Fuck, I need it slow. Or I'll come right away."

His words worked me up, the idea that he was teetering on coming because of me. I wanted more than anything now to take my time and give him the same enjoyment he had given me.

"Okay," I whispered and moved again to find his lips, hearing him whimper when I moved my hand from his. I pulled away and opened my eyes, his intent on mine.

"Slow," I assured him and slid my hand along his shoulder, stroking it much like he had done to me. I moved my lips along his jaw, darting my tongue out to taste the place where his jaw and neck came together. Making my way down his throat, I enjoyed the burn of his stubble along my tongue as I licked and kissed him.

He tasted like he smelled. A little earthy, clean. Salty.

I could bury myself in him. Or he into me, I suppose. Whatever, he smelled good.

I reached his shoulder, laying open mouthed kisses along the solid muscles there, enjoying the twitching of them as I covered every inch of him from shoulder to shoulder. All the while I stayed away from his lower body, seeing only that his hand had slipped away from his boxers and was now clenched at his side.

He was fighting. Something.

I looked up from his shoulder to see him staring at me, nose flared and jaw clenched. And his eyes were nearly black in the darkness as he watched me above him.

He was beyond tense.

"Is this all right?" I asked, sliding my hand over his chest to try and soothe him.

"Yes," he hissed, adjusting his hips beside mine.

My eyes trailed down his stiff body, landing on his boxers again.

"Tell me what you like," I whispered, and twirled my fingers through his chest hair, making him groan.

He wound one of his hands into my hair, tugging against me so that he could kiss me again, fiercely. I was pressed up close enough to feel his hips grind against me, searching for relief.

When he drew away, he was panting.

"God, Bella, you just have to touch me and I'm in heaven," he groaned and closed his eyes again.

"Let me take care of you," I whispered.

I kissed him softly on his tight lips.

"Let me see you," I said.

Slowly his eyes opened and they regarded me with so much hope.

"Relax and let me take care of you," I whispered.

His body relaxed incrementally, his breath coming a little easier.

Still panting, but not like he had run from his house.

"Show me," I requested, taking his clenched fist in my hand and easing it open.

I took it and placed it on my face, easing him to relax with my own body. He watched me as I took his hand and moved it slowly down my neck, cupping one of my breasts so that his eyes travelled to that, distracted. I closed my eyes to the feel of his hot palm on me, slipping my hand down his arm and across his chest once more.

When my hand reached his stomach his eyes shifted back up to my own, licking his lips in anticipation. His hand slid away from me, moving back to rest open beside him.

I ignored the noise of the bed and slowly crawled down to get a better position beside him, my hand tracing along the edge of his boxers, just as he had done to me. I looked up to find him watching me. He seemed to understand my silent request; his hips lifting up slightly to allow me to pull his underwear carefully down his hips. I kept my eyes on his, feeling his hand help me free him until his boxers reached his thighs. Edward let out a soft sigh when he was clear of the fabric. I moved again, kneeling beside him, eyes still concentrating on the dark depths of his.

Suddenly I didn't want to see it.

Ogle it.

Stare.

I wanted to make sure he knew, it was all him.

"Bella."

I moved to slide his boxers down his legs, my eyes finally concentrated on the long length of each leg. I wanted to ignore what lay half way up his body, and looked instead to his long feet. I let my hands trace over them, intrigued when his toes curled and flexed by my touch. Up over his ankles and working over the shape of his calves. He shifted his weight when I touched his knees, making the bed squeak loudly. It was almost as loud as his groan.

"Shhh," I teased, making the mistake of drawing my eyes back up to meet his.

Because there, hard and proud against his stomach, was Edward's treasure.

We both let out a noise and my hands stilled at the base of his thighs. My heart sped up as I took in the sight of him.

I had seen penises before.

In books.

Renee had all the Joy of Sex books and whatever self help to loving guides tucked neatly in her nightstand.

I had made the mistake of looking for matches one day.

So etched in my mind was some Seventies dude with a big pointy thing in his hand as his beardy face dove into some hairy woman's bush.

It was perhaps why I shaved and trimmed since I was twelve.

But the pointy cock pics had perhaps distorted my views of what they were in real life.

That or Edward was shaped more beautifully than any other man.

"Amazing," I whispered and traced my fingers up his thigh until I hovered over him, unsure how he wanted me to touch him.

But I wanted to touch it.

See if it was as hard as it was under the boxers.

Would it be soft?

Would it fit in my hand right?

I wanted to reach out and take it in my hand to see.

And just hold it so I could feel his heart beat in my palm.

"Show me," I whispered, my voice breathy.

"You just… fuck, Bella," he groaned and slid his hand down to take mine, holding it for a second over him before releasing it again. "Wrap your hand around it, lightly. Not too tight."

I hovered for a moment; afraid I'd hurt him.

Or would he explode like he said he would?

What would that be like?

I knew he'd feel bad about going quick, but really that was kind of exciting to think I got him that riled.

"Bella."

Licking my lips, I relaxed beside him and carefully let my hand settle down on his length, wrapping my fingers around him. He groaned again and I swear I felt him stiffen further in my hand.

He was hot and velvety smooth. Like new skin that had never seen abrasion or work.

"So soft," I breathed, hearing Edward choke and then chuckle above me.

I looked up and he smiled, shaking his head.

"That's the last thing I ever thought you'd say," he said, bringing his hand to mine, covering it lightly.

"I mean it's like velvet. Like you moisturize," I said.

"Bella," he croaked, clenching his eyes closed again and groaning. "You're killing me."

I smiled bashfully and looked again at the part of Edward that had played a part in my dreams for a couple weeks now. I felt his slight pressure on my hand and I followed, offering him a slow stroke up his shaft. He groaned and relaxed under me, his eyes watching as I stroked him lightly.

The skin of his cock glided smoothly in my hands, and I watched in fascination as I drew up close to his tip that the skin folded over some, protecting him.

Or aiding in arousing him.

"God that feels incredible," he whispered, his voice strained."Slow, just, wow."

His hand moved over again, tightening around mine to show me he liked it a little tighter.

Of course he did.

If you really thought about it, a was really just trying to be what it was like inside of me. So he'd want it tighter, sometimes full up and down, sometimes shallow.

Fast and slow.

Hey, Cinemax was very educational.

I decided to experiment a little.

Moving with more courage, I sped up, twisting slightly so that my thumb came in contact with the slit running up the underside of his tip. He groaned and his hips moved with me, urging me on.

If only it weren't so damn noisy in the bed.

Edward, tensed beneath me and grabbed onto the side of the bed, stilling his hips as I slowed.

"Slow, yes, slow," he hummed. He craned his neck back into the pillows and stretched his hips towards me extra slow.

The bed barely made a noise.

I resumed my slow and steady strokes, hearing him pant and hiss as his hips flexed in the air.

"Wet, good, but need… wet. In my jeans, or, woah. Just a little wet," he babbled.

I could tell it must feel weird without any lubrication. Like rubbing your arm over and over and over again with your hand.

The idea of Indian burn on Edward's cock made me cringe.

But I didn't have any lotion or lube in my room. It was all in the bathroom.

Locked out of my room.

I licked my lips, terrified of how he was going to take this.

I paused, hearing his panting stutter at the lack of stimulation. I took a breath, and leaned in, allowing my tongue to flatten out and travel up the underside of his cock.

I wasn't expecting the jerk reaction of his hips that thrust hard.

And the deep-throated grunt that echoed through the room.

His body slammed down into the bed, making it shudder with the force of him.

His eyes caught mine and they were frantic.

"Do that again."

I shivered at his voice.

Throaty.

Commanding.

Almost dangerous.

And sexy as hell.

I leaned in; eyes on his as I slowly opened my mouth and repeated the movement, tongue from base to tip.

I even added a little flick at the end.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out. He merely eyed me with dark eyes, asking.

Again.

So I did.

Lick and flick.

He tasted a little earthier here. Salty and all Edward.

And maybe lotion. It was hard to tell, because he was asking again.

So I did.

Again.

Lick and hover over him for a second before I let my lips envelope.

Just the tip.

He was saltier there.

He groaned and I felt his hips flex, pushing into my mouth a little more.

Slowly.

I pulled him out even slower, sucking on him slightly, which made him whimper.

A good kind of whimper.

And his eyes watched every move.

Tongue around the tip and then mouth covered more deeply, testing the banana theory.

Slow.

Mouth wet, he was easier to let sink into my mouth.

His mouth dropped, his eyes closed for an instant and then I was pulling away.

Slow.

Again.

"Bella," he moaned and moved underneath me, a little faster to prompt me to speed up.

So I did.

It wasn't so difficult to know what he wanted. He moved, I compensated. He moaned I knew I was doing it right.

And I liked it.

This was a lot easier than I thought it'd be. After all the conversations I had heard about hating to give blowjobs.

They were obviously doing it wrong.

Seeing him slowly fall apart, his breath coming faster, his head moving from side to side, craning. It was exciting to watch him.

I was burning up by the sheer delight of pleasing him.

I had forgotten about noise, and when he let out another garbled jumble of words, I reached up to clutch at his chest, to calm him. His hand reached for mine and his eyes blazed as I continued, feeling him stiffen and push a little more earnestly.

"Close, shit, Bella," he gasped, gripping my hand hard.

He threw his head back, a slow strained moan leaving his lips, and that was my only warning before he shuddered and let loose inside my mouth. I swallowed the slightly bitter taste down, slowing down until his hand slowly drifted down to my cheek, stilling me.

I eased him out of my mouth, letting his fabulous cock rest lazily on his stomach.

"Wow," I heard above me.

I looked up to find Edward's eyes closed, a ridiculous grin on his face as he fought to breathe.

His smile gave me a sense of proud accomplishment.

I'd done it. Made Edward feel the same pleasure I had, reducing him to a smiling and sated lump.

I slid up to lie against him, smiling into his eyes when they finally opened to regard me. His hand reached for mine, bringing it to his heart where I could feel it still beat quickly.

"That was my first blowjob," I said, his smile widening so much that his eyes nearly closed.

"Funny," he giggled, eyes twinkling. "Mine too."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

He hummed and turned on his side to hold me closer, wedging one of his legs between mine. His eyes searched mine out, the awe and happiness so clear in them I wanted to cry out in joy.

I did that for him.

"I'm realizing there's a lot I haven't done properly before," he whispered. "And that the rest doesn't matter."

I leaned in to kiss him and then paused, thinking better of it.

I mean, he had just… in my mouth.

But he reached for me and kissed me deeply humming against my tongue when his went searching.

"You taste good," he murmured. "I like that, a lot."

We lay there kissing for some time, finally breaking apart when I fought a yawn.

"It's late, but I don't want to go," he said, snuggling up to me more, making the bed squeak again. "But I should."

"What are you doing tomorrow?" I asked, excited to see him as soon as I got off work.

"Appointment first thing in the morning," he yawned. "Then I'm free."

"I get off work at two," I replied.

His eyes were closed, but he smiled and snuggled closer.

"I still can't believe you'll be making cookies for other people," he said. "I'll come by so I can get some fresh ones."

"I think you get them pretty fresh from me already," I teased, sighing when he nudged his nose lower against my breasts.

"Ten minutes," he murmured. "Give me ten minutes and then I want more cookies."

I held him close, hands brushing softly through his hair as he sighed and relaxed against me. I knew he was falling asleep, and that we should get him out of the house. Looking at the clock, it was one thirty. Charlie would be up at four to go fishing.

I'd let Edward sleep a little bit.

I didn't expect to drift off myself.

But the feeling of a naked boy in my bed was comforting.

I drifted off, only to wake up around four to the sound of the shower in the bathroom.

I sat up, waking Edward in a rush.

"Edward!" I hissed. He sat up quickly, his hair flattened on one side while the rest stood every which way.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep," he mumbled, looking around, out of sorts.

"My dad's up. You need to get out of here while he's in the shower," I pressed, slipping from the bed to find my sleep pants and a ponytail holder.

Edward scrubbed at his face and looked around for his clothes, hurriedly putting them on. When he was dressed, I peeked out into the hall to hear the shower still going and Charlie humming loudly.

"Come on," I whispered, waving Edward towards me. "We can sneak you out the front."

We tiptoed quickly down the stairs, every creak seeming to be louder than I remembered.

When we got to the door, Edward reached for me and kissed me quick.

"So tonight?" he asked. "We can go out tonight?"

I nodded and opened the door.

"Call me later," I whispered.

He grinned and leaned in again, kissing me by the ear.

"I enjoyed last night, thank you," he whispered.

I felt the flush to my toes and I pushed him out the door, grinning.

"Let's keep from getting caught so we can do it again," I teased and smiled when his eyes crinkled up.

"Definitely."

He gave me one more smile before bounding down the steps, taking off down the street to where I assumed his car was parked. Smart boy, parking it away from the house.

I smiled and picked up the paper on the porch, closing the door and heading to the kitchen. I caught my reflection in the china cabinet and cringed.

I looked properly fucked.

I pulled my hair up into a bun and tried to straighten my shirt, but it was no use, it was wrinkled from the night. I hastily threw on my sweat shirt and rushed through making coffee. I was halfway through making the toast when I heard Charlie walk in.

"You're up early," he said, a little surprised.

I nodded and poured him a cup.

"First day at work. I have to be there at six," I said trying to sound casual.

"Rough night? You look tired," he said and sat down at the table.

I swallowed and turned to grab the toast.

"I didn't sleep much," I replied.

Won't lie to Charlie. Won't lie to Charlie.

"We gotta get you a new bed, it creaks way too much," he said.

I felt my eyes widen as I buttered the toast.

Oh shit.

"It is pretty uncomfortable," I said, thankful my back was turned. I could feel my face heat up.

"Well between you talking in your sleep and tossing and turning, it's no wonder you didn't sleep well," he replied.

"I talked in my sleep?"

I turned to find Charlie blushing.

"Well, yeah. You must have been stressed last night," he hedged.

"What did I say Dad?" I asked, terrified that Charlie had heard everything.

He blushed more deeply.

"Mumbling, mostly. I don't know. Maybe an Edward or two," he said, uncomfortable. "I don't really know. It was late, I don't want to know what you dream about."

"Oh my god," I whispered, utterly mortified that not only had Charlie heard something, but now he thought I was having dirty dreams.

"Well, maybe if you had a better bed, you wouldn't have so much trouble sleeping, or…talking."

I looked at him, mildly surprised.

"Wait, you're saying I can get a new bed?"

He nodded and looked over his coffee mug.

"A twin bed," he said pointedly.

"Of course," I agreed, feeling the blush rise again. I looked down and picked at the lint on my sweatshirt.

"This Edward kid, he's good to you?" Charlie asked, studying his coffee mug. "I mean, with what his father said, not that I believe him. I just want you safe."

I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling that warm flush that spread over me when I thought of Edward.

"He's good to me, Dad," I murmured. "He's been through a lot, but he's kind."

Charlie stood and cleared his throat, looking down in his usual uncomfortable stance when he had something serious to say.

"I know you two probably won't be holding hands and doing homework all the time," he said, clearing his throat again. "Just, um… you know. Be prepared and all that."

"Dad," I whined, embarrassed.

After the previous night, this was beyond awkward.

"I just don't want to walk in on anything," he continued, his mustache wrinkling up with his nose.

"Eww, can we not talk about this," I groaned and turned to my cool refuge, the refrigerator.

"Well, you're an… adult and all. I can't stop you from having… a relationship," he stammered.

"Dad, it's good. Honestly," I replied in a rush.

He shuffled next to his chair.

"Okay. Well, we'll figure out something. I'm not so naïve that I don't think you won't hang out here, doing…homework when I'm working," he said. "Just not in the living room."

"Ugh! Dad!" I cried.

"I'm just saying!" he said, laughing now.

"I'm going to go take a shower now," I grumbled and moved to the door.

"Probably a good thing, your hair looks like you let a raccoon in it," he joked, but then a little more softly, where he didn't think I could hear, "Or something."

"Bye, Dad! You're not getting any pastries today!" I bellowed from the stairs, taking the stairs two at a time.

I closed the bathroom door and groaned at the weird relationship I had with my dad.

That had been the most awkward conversation ever. One that left me thinking hard on what he had said.

It was entirely too convenient to have the sex talk so soon after Edward had snuck in.

I was starting to think that Charlie knew way too much.

Maybe he was the sly one.

If he had any inkling as to what had happened in my room, I didn't want to know.

And he didn't want to admit it.

And that's why I loved my dad.

Even if it was awkward as hell.

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AN: Did good Bella… awwww.

So many of you were so concerned about her bed, LMAO.

And that Charlie would freak out.

Well, I am sure the next time he sees Edward, he'll have the man to man talk.

Who thinks Charlie is wiser than the kids think? That man is Police Chief after he's down with the kids.

But Charlie? There's a lot you can still do in a Twin sized bed…JS…

I'll be taking a couple days off from posting. This seemed a good place to hold. Lots of silliness at work, and these jumbo chapters killed my time this weekend, so look for a new chapter come Friday. Promise.

Love to you! Your reviews make me giggle and smile!

MWAH!

steph