Happy weekend all! So sorry it took so long to update. This last gig sucked every creative morsel out of me and I am just getting back to it. But hopefully you'll like this reintroduction into my brain. Thanks to Cosmopolis trailers and Bel Ami for the tone of this chapter…

Creep free zone ahead. LOL

MWAH!

Ride it, My Pony- Genuwine

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Chapter 63: There was no Master. No Mistress. Just us.

EPOV

I really didn't want to behave, regardless of what Esme had said.

She is sure to be a little apprehensive, Edward.

Give her some space to reflect on everything, Edward.

Be a gentleman, Edward.

Don't think about the physical right now, Edward. Think about her emotions.

So how was I supposed to do those things when Bella was straddling me in her truck, off the road in some private secluded clearing she had taken us to?

I mean, if we were going by Bella's emotions, I would say she was horny and trying to get herself some.

Pressed up against me with her hands gripping my hair and her tongue in my mouth.

Very hard to concentrate about giving her space when she was grinding up against me to her own music in her head.

Killing me.

"Bella," I moaned, failing in any attempt to pull away.

It felt too good.

"I should have worn a skirt," she mumbled against my jaw as she pulled away enough to snake her hand down my chest and towards the buttons of my jeans.

Apprehensive my ass.

Bella was never apprehensive.

"Did you bring anything?" she asked as her hand palmed me.

My brain was a blank.

Well, not quite blank.

My brain was in my jeans at the moment, trying to get out and find her.

Thinking about cowgirls.

Don't think about the physical right now, Edward. She'll have all sorts of questions after talking with Alice.

"Bella," I groaned and finally pulled my head back enough to see her.

"Yes?"

She was grinning like she was drunk, her profile lit up enough by the moon so that I could see she was flushed.

"Don't you want to talk?" I asked, trying to clear my head from the dazed feeling of wanting to simply give in and get her naked so I could watch her ride me.

Boy did I ever want her to ride me here in this shitty old truck.

There was so much more head room than my Volvo.

"Talk?" she asked, smirking. "We can talk after. I just want to be with you. It's been all week."

Her hand popped the buttons of my jeans and I succumbed to my eyes rolling back into my head at the heat of her hand sliding in over my boxers. She adjusted over me and found her way under the fabric, making me hiss when her hot fingertips wrapped around me. It was entirely too easy for me to simply lift up my hips and slide my jeans down a little to provide her easier access.

"I love how you can be soft and hard," she sighed, stroking me slowly.

"That…doesn't even…make…sense," I stammered, feeling my balls contract.

Damn she was going to get me off in no time if I didn't focus.

"Silky smooth," she breathed and slowed her hand, her thumb tracing up and over my head.

Sweet Jesus, she was fingering the slit of my cock.

"And so hard," she hummed and squeezed me with her grip.

"Fuck," I gasped, thrusting up into her hand hard to give her an idea of what I could do if she'd just get naked.

I wanted in.

"Did you bring protection?" she asked, her voice almost a whimper as she pressed don on my thighs.

I could only nod like an idiot and fumbled with my pockets until I found the wrappers I had shoved in there just before bolting out of the house. I hadn't really expected to be getting lucky tonight.

Just really, really hopeful.

"Take your jeans off," I grunted and ripped at the packet until I got it open.

Bella slid from me off to the side and shimmied her way out of her jeans, her legs glowing in the night. I shoved my own down past my thighs along with my boxers and took myself in hand as she kicked off her shoes and maneuvered back towards me.

She paused as she watched me touch myself, licking her lips as I moved.

I could tell she was excited to see me touching myself. Her eyes were intently watching, following every slow stroke as if she were learning.

How was this gentlemanly?

Who cares?

She was moving again, the hungry look taking over in her eyes as she crawled over my thighs once more, nothing between us this time. With barely a thought in my head, I was slipping the condom on and angling myself towards her as she hovered over me.

Bella slowly eased herself over me, her breath escaping between her teeth on her lips as I entered her at an excruciatingly slow pace. The cab of the truck was quiet except for her heavy breathing and my heart as it hammered in my ears.

God I just wanted to grab at her hips and shove her down hard, filling her.

But maybe that small part of me that wanted to remain a gentleman knew that she needed to work into this.

"So much," she groaned and let her head fall back slightly as she continued to fill herself with me.

I'm not huge, I admit it.

But I am well blessed and with her small body, you had to wonder where it all went.

No. didn't really care.

Because damn. She was taking every last bit of me.

I could feel her ass pressing against my thighs, and her heat surrounding everything.

And still I stayed absolutely still, allowing her the chance to drive this, even though my hands gripped her hips desperately. She leaned in slightly so that her lips brushed my ear, a pleasured sigh escaping them as she rolled her hips slowly.

"So good," she murmured and rolled her hips again, easing me out only slightly before pressing back into me.

Heaven and hell.

So slow.

So much.

She liked it slow.

And fuck it was maddening.

I groaned when she lifted up, pulling away so that I nearly escaped the tight hot pressure of her. She groaned with me and enveloped me again, a little more insistent than the first.

Roll.

Slide.

Lift.

Groan.

Down a little faster.

I was losing it.

Balls clenching. Hips wanting so badly to thrust up.

Bury.

Plunge.

Her hands found my hair, and she moved with a little more surety.

And that's when I realized she was taking her time to get it right.

She was feeling me, learning me.

Learning herself.

Up.

Down.

Roll of the hips that looked so incredibly hot as she undulated over me.

Grind and pull up.

Down.

A little harder so that her ass pressed into my balls as she ground into me.

A little faster.

More.

"Yes," I heard myself hiss and gripped her hips a little harder, guiding her.

"Harder?"

Her voice sounded so sweet and strained I could only nod.

And watch as I disappeared into her again.

And again.

Again.

Faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

Allowing me to press up into her and make her moan when I met her halfway.

Push. Pull.

Feeling every bit of her around me.

Tight.

Gripping.

Welcome.

Her breathing picked up, one hand snaking down my chest and grabbing at the material of my shirt as she rode me. I watched her as she did, her hips moving like she had done this forever, her upper body covered by her shirt. I let my hands move up, capturing her t-shirt with it and pulling it over her head so I could see all of her.

She was wearing a simple bra underneath, dark against her skin and hiding what I wanted to see. She whimpered as she felt me slow down, only long enough to peel away her bra and release her breasts.

I had once thought her breasts were too small.

I was wrong.

With one hand back on her hips, I let the other palm her perfect breast as she moved against me again, a wicked smile on her face as she watched me. I liked that she enjoyed watching me touch her.

She was fearless. Unashamed.

Beautiful.

Mine.

"Lean back a little," I groaned. "Put your hands on my thighs."

She did as I told her, leaning back and propping herself up by grabbing onto my legs, allowing me to set the rhythm. This way I could watch her breasts move as I thrust up into her.

Beautiful.

"Oh, so much more," she whimpered and let her mouth open in one long moan as I moved up into her faster.

Breasts bouncing.

Inside clenching against me with each thrust.

"Faster," she pleaded, her hands gripping me a little harder.

I was losing myself in her. Faster, harder, deeper.

I could feel her trembling around me as I sped up.

"More, God more."

Quickening at her words.

Grunting.

I could hear her ass slapping on my thighs.

I could feel the heat of her with each upthrust.

Reaching around I ran my fingers in her hair, gripping to hold her up as her hands slipped and moved.

Her hand in my hair, grasping until it hurt.

Yes.

Harder.

Faster.

Tugging.

Pulling.

Slamming again and again.

Clenching.

Shaking.

Crying out.

Tightening around me.

Harder.

Mouth on her throat.

Sucking. Biting. Enjoying her taste, her sounds, her body.

Everything blurring to pleasure.

My name echoed in the cab, ringing out over the sound of skin on skin, over the panting, the whimpers.

I was lost.

Groaning into her skin as I released.

Burying deep.

Shaking as I tensed.

Wanting to stay there forever.

Her and I, linked and one.

Satisfied.

Tugging Bella against me, we slowly came back to our senses there in her truck, the windows steamed and smelling like the best thing ever.

Us.

It smelled like completion: like sweat and really good and satisfying sex.

I loved that smell.

She hummed against my shoulder as we sat there, still joined as long as we didn't move.

I wondered idly if I could manage a second time just by sitting there with her around me.

At least until she giggled and squirmed slightly, freeing my poor deflated ego.

"That feels so weird!" she exclaimed and looked down between us, where if I hadn't been withered then, I was certainly now.

She eyed me curiously as I pulled the condom off.

"I didn't mean to upset you," she whispered and leaned in kiss me. "I just like it better when you complete me. It feels weird when its over and I can't hold onto that."

I pretended to scowl at her and leaned in to take her chin between my fingers.

"If you hadn't wiggled free we could be doing that again," I teased.

"That fast?" she asked, her eyes lighting up. "I'll remember that next time."

She moved to slip off of me but I held her there straddling my thighs.

The last thing I wanted was for her to get dressed again.

I wanted to enjoy the time we had together.

Kissing her along the jaw, she relaxed against me and let her hands play in my hair as I explored her. My fingertips ghosted over her skin, enjoying the gasp when I pinched her nipple playfully. She adjusted over me again, and I knew we were taking a risk, her body so close to me as I grew once more.

I would never talk ill of her truck again.

I pushed her down into the seat, the steering wheel the only obstacle to keep me from laying down over her easily. But there was so much more room than I would have thought. Bella was easily laid out beneath me on her back, staring up at me with playful eyes.

She was so happy.

Which in turn made me happy.

Everything from the last few days seemed inconsequential really when I saw her smile.

My eyes fluttered closed when I felt her hands drift over my body, searching once again.

Tickling across the chest hair, playing with my own nipples until I felt her go in for the kill.

I grabbed at her wrists when she made to pinch them, pressing her hands over her head into the door.

She tilted her head and the smile turned thoughtful.

"Do you want to tie me up?" she asked.

I blinked at her and paused.

Bella was so direct. And out of the blue.

"Um," I said, trying to plan out how to tell her I thought about a lot of things with her.

"I want you to one day," she said, her eyes turning a little lusty.

I let out a breath and leaned back a little.

She had no idea just how worked up she could get me talking like that.

I wondered if I could get her to talk dirty some day, when she was controlling me.

I did think about her in charge a lot.

But I thought about so many things.

"What else do you think about?" she asked.

She seemed so calm, laying there completely exposed beneath me, with her hands in mine, captured. She shifted slightly, her thigh moving up along my hip, exposing even more of her to me.

"How are you so relaxed talking about this?" I asked, amazed.

She shrugged and smiled.

"Because I trust you, Edward. You won't ever hurt me. I know that. And if I want something, I want you to know, just like I want to know what you want," she said simply.

"Your conversation with Alice must have been really good," I replied.

She smiled and I could see the mischievious air in her eyes.

"I went in over thinking everything," she said and let her body relax beneath me a little more. "But she made me realize that nothing that we do together will ever be wrong, as long as we both want it."

"So what do you want?" I asked.

"Every bit of you," she replied and pulled up enough so that her lips brushed mine. "I want to learn and be a part of every thing."

I let my hands ghost down her arms, allowing her to twine them in my hair once more.

"I want to make you happy," I murmured against her lips. "Whatever you want."

She sighed and pulled me down onto her, the steering wheel not so bothersome anymore.

"I don't know a lot," she whispered into my ear. "So we'll see what we like together."

"I want a lot," I replied, chuckling into her hair.

She laughed with me and wriggled under me slightly, offering me a better place to lie against her. My hand brushed along her side, tracing the swell of her breast as it passed. She held me close and breathed into my neck, content.

We were quiet for a couple minutes, savoring the feel of one another until she finally broke the silence.

"I think I'd like it if you spanked me too."

I groaned into her shoulder and rubbed my forehead back and forth against it.

"Killing me Bella," I groaned, feeling myself raring to go again.

Not that I minded another round.

But I wanted it to be loving and gentle and now I just wanted to fuck the hell out of her again.

I sighed and propped up above her a little, smirking.

"What?" she asked, her tone all too mischievious to be taken seriously.

"You want me to spank you," I repeated.

She at least offered me a bit of a blush.

"Yeah," she mumbled and looked down between us. I knew she felt me stirring against her.

"It's a little cramped in here to spank you, Bella," I teased and moved against her.

I could see her heart beating a little faster in her chest.

"I know," she whispered. "But I want you to know what I want."

"I want," I murmured and paused to taste her neck kissing her slowly down her throat.

So many things.

"What?"

Her legs moved around my hips, trapping me closer to her. To where I wanted to be.

"There's no delineating our roles together, Bella," I whispered. "I won't let you be my sub, just like I won't be yours. But I like it when you take charge, just about as much as when I do you."

I reached down and pulled out the other condom, happy I had brought a couple.

You never knew.

"I want slow and gentle with you," I continued as I slowly rolled the condom down my cock. "But I want hard and fast. I want to make you scream, Bella. But not out of pain or fear."

She looked up at me with heavy eyes, squirming beneath me to encourage me.

"I want to hear your voice echo off the trees outside," I continued and moved against her, consciously staying just at her entrance as she moved. "I want you helpless and begging. I want you empowered to make me beg. I want to fuck you, make love to you, worship you."

She whimpered under me and shifted again, allowing me in just a little.

Just enough for us both to groan.

She was taking me in, even when I had the power to decide.

We'd suck at this power trip business for sure.

There was no Master. No Mistress.

Just us.

"I want everything," I groaned and pushed into her, delighting in her quick intake of breath and the unbelievable feeling of completeness when I was inside her so deep.

"Everything," she moaned and held me to her, straining to get as much of me against her as she could in the cramped quarters.

I thrust into her again and again, not so hard as to push her along the seat, but harder than we had ever done. I needed it.

She needed it.

She grasped at me, saying my name with each thrust, her heels digging into my back as if to will me harder.

Give us a room alone for several hours, who knows how much we could do?

But in the confines of Bella's beaten down truck, we could only do so much.

Even still the old thing creaked like her bed had that one night.

It made us both laugh; listening to the driving rhythm we set by the groaning of the truck.

I was enjoying it. No one to hear us, no one to stop us from doing what we wanted.

Creak away crappy truck.

I owned it.

And Bella soon learned you could do a lot in a truck. She found herself back on top, creating almost as much noise with the truck as I had. I liked seeing her above me, her hair moving in time with her breasts and her body flushed and beautiful as it took over. And when we had finally collapsed in a sweaty heap, there was no doubt in my mind what we could do.

We could do anything, given the right place and time.

And because I could, with Bella sprawled on top of me in exhaustion, I took advantage.

A quick slap on her ass had her jolt against me with a yelp, her eyes wide as she looked down at me. But she was smiling too.

I wiggled my eyebrows at her and pulled her back down so I could rub where I had slapped her.

"That's all I can manage in this cramped space," I justified, grinning into her hair.

Oh yes, I had liked that.

"Next time," she sighed and hugged me tight.

Next time.

There was nothing quite like feeling Bella accept me for everything.

There was nothing quite like knowing that Bella was what I had needed.

Which is probably why I felt my heart grow a little heavier when I saw her truck leave me at my doorstep, disappearing into the darkness on her way home.

I waited until the taillights were gone before I turned and went inside.

Esme was watching TV in the living room, and she looked up when she heard me walk in.

"Good night with Bella?" she asked.

We both were not entirely sure what Bella would do after meeting with Alice.

Or Chief Swan for that matter.

"Yeah, even better than before," I mumbled and offered Esme a soft smile.

She nodded and eased her way up coming to me to offer me a gentle hug.

"I knew she'd understand. And it sounds like Charlie is coming around if he let you two stay out so late," she said.

"I have dinner with them tomorrow," I replied and walked with her towards the stairs.

"Well, just be the gentleman I know you are and things will be fine, I am sure of it," she said and hugged me once more before letting me go.

I flopped down into my bed, thoroughly sated from our night together.

There was only one thing missing.

I pulled out my phone.

"I was just thinking about you," she said when she answered.

I smiled in the darkness, feeling her warmth run through me even from just her voice.

"I forgot to tell you something before you drove away," I said softly.

"And what is that?" she teased.

She knew.

"I love you, Bella Swan."

"I love you more, Edward Cullen."

We said our goodnights, both of us tired from the day. I smiled in the darkness at her words.

She loved me more.

I'd have to debate that with her tomorrow.

Because I was pretty sure I loved her more.

I couldn't wait to see her tomorrow.

To show her just how much.

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AN: just a little truck time… writing foreplay you see.

More coming up. I am hoping to have another chapter to you this weekend to make up for the long break.

Still got some Jasper to see! I miss that crazy baker!

Happy weekend my dears!

MWAH!

steph