I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I smiled back at him, letting him know I was ready. Well, as ready as I would ever be.

He took a step closer, until he was standing at the edge of the table. He put his hands on my knees and slowly pushed my legs apart.

"Lay back," he said with a smirk and a lift of his chin. He put his hand on my chest and gently urged me down. I leaned back until I was touching the table, the coolness of the wood making me shiver slightly. Or maybe it was just the anticipation of what was about to happen.

He leaned over me, his hands flat on the table at my sides, until his lips barely touched the skin on my stomach. I gasped softly, not out of surprise, because I was watching his every move, but because of the contrast of the coolness of the table and the warmth of his lips, both touching my skin at the same time.

He lifted his head to look at me, his brows furrowed in a silent question, and I immediately dispelled his concerns.

"Don't stop," I moaned softly, my voice already hoarse from screaming. Good screaming. I lifted a hand to his head, burying my fingers in his hair, and gently pulled him back down to me. He quickly took the hint and resumed kissing a slow, soft trail down my body.

By the time he reached the juncture of my legs, I was squirming, aching, ready for him to get down to business. My hips were starting to twitch, wanting to move towards him, and I used the hand that I still had in his hair to push his head down to where I wanted him.

"Patience, beautiful," he said with a grin. "Patience."

I huffed loudly and arched my back, rolling my body off of the table and towards him.

He cocked an eyebrow at me in response and turned his head to look behind him. Fuck, if he walked away, if he was going to tease me and not finish what he started, I was going to be fucking pissed.

But I shouldn't have worried. He was just looking for a chair. One of the dining room chairs that he had pushed out of the way when he walked me to the table. He pulled it up, close to the edge, and sat down.

At the head of the table.

Between my legs.

Jesus.

I lifted my head to look at him, and I could just see his head peeking between my legs. There was something weirdly gynecological about it all, but I quickly dismissed that line of thinking when he started stroking the skin on the inside of my thighs, just his fingertips, so slowly… so softly.

I fell back on the table, wanting desperately to watch what he was doing to me, but too exhausted and too turned on to hold myself up. I just closed my eyes and let myself feel. It was such a luxury, really. Younger men usually required such effort, but Edward, oh fuck yes, he was so giving.

His hands slid up my legs until they were behind my knees, holding my legs in position. He pushed my legs open, gently, up and back, and then I felt his breath on my skin. It look a little of the strain off of me, and I was able to let myself relax a bit.

I waited, for what felt like minutes. Waited to feel him touch me. Waited for him to make me come again.

He pressed his lips against me first. Just his lips. Soft, full, warm. Gentle touches on my skin. Then his tongue came out, just the tip, and barely touched me. I gasped again, flinching my body towards his mouth, silently begging him to move faster.

But if there was anything I knew about him at this point, it was this: he would do this on his own time frame, exactly how he wanted to do it, and the more I pushed him in one direction, the more he would make me wait. Just because he could. And fuck, how I loved it.

So I waited. I was breathing heavily, my fingers grasping and clawing at the table beneath me, just trying to hold onto something, when I felt his warm, wet tongue really touch me.

All fluff, but with that underlying mystery of "what really happened that night?" I promise that all of your questions will be answered, but it might not be until the very end, so please stick with me! :)

I'm out of town today, RL business, posting this before I hit the road. Hoping to get back early enough tonight to post another chapter, but wanted to warn you just in case.

Thanks to LayAtHomeMom for recommending TMOS in her last chapter of her story, "Felt!"

Also thanks to MidnightCougar for listing TMOS on .com under the "What We're Reading Library!"

If you found my story from a recommendation, please let me know who and where so I can thank them! And thanks, as always, to all of YOU!

All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. :)