A/N: I did NOT enjoy writing this. Turned me into a bloody basket case, and what the hell was I thinking writing it from Edward's POV. Must have been getting in touch with my inner lesbian…

Chapter 40

Sydney

Edward's POV

Alice insisted on making us coffee, plonking them loudly down on the kitchen bench before she took her mug and phone and headed toward the door. "I'm going to the lobby to call Jazz," she explained a little too casually, making me want to fucking groan out loud.

It was all kinds of fucked up that my sister was all too aware of what was going on. The fact that she'd tried to palm condoms off on me still made my skin openly crawl. Sometimes, I actually preferred Emmett and all his wise ass bullshit to her. At least, he wasn't so fucking plugged in to my sex life.

When she left the room, I turned to Bella with a long, inward sigh. She was smiling slightly to herself and rubbing her forehead, her cheeks beginning to flush.

I cleared my throat, rubbing the back of my head, wondering when and if I could ask her to go into the bedroom with me. It was suddenly really fucking awkward.

Not knowing what to say, or how to initiate anything, I picked up my cup with both hands and took a sip—grimacing because Alice made fucking disgusting coffee.

Bella did the same.

It dragged out like this for a couple of minutes, when Bella turned to face me. "Edward … do you want to just go in the …" she left it unspoken, her eyes flickering to her coffee, looking suddenly uncertain while her face all but burst into flames.

With a relieved sigh, I placed the mug of disgusting tasting crap down on the bench and turned back to her, holding out my hand. "Come on."

Meeting my gaze, she smiled warmly and took my hand. I slipped my fingers through hers, pulling her down off her stool with me, but after taking a few steps toward the bedroom, I stopped and scooped her up in my arms.

"What are you doing?" she asked me, her smile turning to a smirk as her brow arched.

"I'm being romantic," I replied lightly.

She chuckled softly and rolled her eyes, placing her palm against my cheek. "You're a dag, but I love you."

I paused, almost faltering. This was the first time Bella had spoken this—first.

"I love you too, cheeseball," I replied, teasing her, before planting my lips against hers.

She kissed me back, so softly there was barely any pressure, while I half blindly carried her to the bedroom.

With my elbow, I turned on the light switch, kicking the door closed behind us, before putting Bella back down on her feet. She immediately went to her bag, knelt down and began rummaging around in it, before she turned to me again. For a moment she only gazed at me, her expression was serious and her eyes were endless, but that was as far as I could read her. I knew she had to be nervous—it was natural for her to be, but then she smiled at me and it contradicted everything I was thinking. It was warm, and completely fucking vulnerable, but then ... not...

But then I had given up on trying to work Bella out months ago.

Breaking into a smile, I motioned to her with my finger, and this time her smile broadened, becoming almost teasing. Walking back to me, she reached up, grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me down, pressing her parted mouth against mine.

She took me completely by surprise that I almost lost my footing and fell on top of her.

Taking a hurried breath through my nose, I righted myself, then curving my arm around her waist, I pulled her tightly against me. She opened her mouth, kissing me with more depth, while I became vaguely aware that her free hand was running awkwardly from my shoulder down my arm, where she clumsily placed the condom she was holding in my hand.

Fucking stupidly, it took me a moment to realize what she had given me.

I took it from her, clutching it in my fist before wrapping my arm around her and lifting her off the ground.

I carried her to the bed—uncoordinated as I became more and more lost by her mouth—her hot, sweet tasting lips that controlled every fucking breath I took and every impulse within me.

"Edward?" she uttered, becoming breathless.

I only hummed in reply before taking her mouth again.

"Turn … off the … light," she managed to say, barely a whisper, her lips grazing against mine as she spoke, before she again pressed them to me hotly, and just as a shudder rippled through her.

Turning back, I stumbled to the door where the light switch was; eventually needing to pull myself from her mouth to see what the hell I was doing.

We were instantly plunged into darkness that suddenly drew attention to the heavy, urgent sound of our breathing, and Bella's trembling little body in my arms.

"Bella?"

Her lips found mine again, before she started softly chuckling. "Better turn on the lamp."

"Baby, you're shaking."

I heard her inhale, just as her breath washed over my face. "So are you," she teased me. "I'm okay, Edward," she added softly, her tone serious this time.

Carrying her to the bed, I laid her down, before stretching out and fumbling for several seconds to switch on the lamp. Then, placing the condom on the bedside table, I turned to her; I preferred being able to see her, but the uncertainty in her eyes was beginning to worry me.

Even if it fucking killed me, I had to take this slowly.

Pulling her to me, I laid us against the pillows in the middle of the bed. She snuggled against my side, her fingers running up and down my chest slowly, but she was continuing to tremble.

Taking a heavy breath, I kissed the top of her head, letting my lips rest against her hair. "Bella, at any time if you want to stop, you let me know, okay?"

She tilted her head back to see me, her forehead bunching into a frown. "Are you trying to talk me out of it?"

I immediately shook my head, almost scoffing at how fucking ridiculous that was. "No, but…" I paused for a moment, searching for the right words, "I'd hate that you woke up in the morning, realized it was a mistake and hated me for it."

"Oh, Edward…" she began with a sigh before a small smile slowly grew on her lips. "I've tried hating you. I suck at it." She broke into a chuckle, before pressing her face against my chest to smother it.

I only grinned slightly to myself.

When she met my eyes again, there was no humor in them this time. "I'm ready—I promise. I want this to happen," she insisted, and she was serious, but her eyes were contradicting her.

She was completely fucking torn.

Taking a deliberate breath, I released it slowly, nodding. "Okay," I murmured, resting my lips against her forehead for a moment, knowing if she did suddenly stop this I'd probably fucking cry.

For a few minutes I only held her against me, in silence, running my fingers up and down her back, slowly feeling her loosen against me. She began to trail her fingers over my chest again, but this time she was deliberately tickling me. Tensing reflexively, my laughter rushing through my nose, I grabbed her hand, kissed it quickly, before replacing it with her lips.

I kissed her gently, but briefly, sliding my nose to the other side, easing her on her back. And when I merged my mouth with hers again, she curled her hand around my neck, anchoring her lips to mine, pulling my chest flush with hers.

She slowly parted her lips, taking it so slowly, that I was beginning to realize that she probably wasn't going to leave the pace up to me. So fuck it, I let her lead, and it didn't take long until it was intense and heated, and I was soon freefalling with her, while the taste of her, the feel of her beneath my palms, everything about her was flooded me again.

Then she slowed it down again, and fuck…

Her hands remained at the back of my neck, her fingers running through my hair, as her trembling body slowly became more fluid beneath me. She appeared completely receptive to me, but it was nothing like how she'd been at the bonfire—or even how'd she'd been at the Ferris wheel.

She was too cautious, and she wasn't letting it go. I had to loosen her up again.

I continued to let her lead, responding only to her, and not the raging desire and hunger that was screaming in my ears and fucking pounding from my groin. I let her kiss me, keeping her in control, and slowly, almost fucking painfully so, I felt when her entire mindset shifted.

It started to become rushed, almost urgent, but she was just kissing me, before her hands found their way beneath my shirt. At the same time, her entire body began to almost hum; I could feel the energy of it beneath my fingers.

That's when I took back the control—as fucking laughable as that idea even was.

Pulling from her mouth, I quickly got my bearings, before trailing my lips to her ear.

"Come here," I said, my voice almost husky, before getting myself to my knees, and pulling her with me.

She stretched herself up, so that she was level with me, her chest rising and falling against mine, before her eyes slowly caught my gaze.

They were burning with a thousand emotions that I would never be able to decipher, but then she smiled. There was no suspicion in it anymore; no cynicism, or doubt. The girl who initially looked at me as if I was going to spike her drink was now gone. Of course, she was seeing straight through me, she always would, but by the way she was smiling at me it was as if she could see straight down into me and she liked what she saw.

I only smiled back, completely fucking conquered by her, before leaning closer I covered her mouth with mine.

I was quickly drowning in her, and the energy that was coursing through me was becoming really fucking painful. A strangled groan escaped me, and as if spurred on by it, Bella took me more into her, but she was still holding back. Me, on the other hand, I was too far gone, and I only crushed my lips more to hers, pulling her tighter against me, while my hands found her naked skin.

I was on fire; but at the same time, I knew if I didn't get some kind of release soon, I was going to fucking snap in half. This was despite the absolute burning desire I had to have her in my hands.

Sliding my palms further up along her soft, heated skin—despite the restriction of her tight fitting shirt—I reached the swell of her clothed breasts.

Bella, although now completely responsive to me, continued to tremble, her skin almost literally alive and humming, but the moment my hands covered her breasts, she jolted. And immediately unsure of myself, I froze.

"Don't stop," she whispered breathlessly, after pulling from my lips, and this time when she kissed me again, she grabbed my t-shirt and began to tug at it.

Withdrawing my hands from underneath her shirt, I gathered the hem and peeled it up, then severing her lips from mine, she allowed me to pull it completely off her.

Her hair spilled back over her naked shoulders, and reaching out, I moved it gently behind them. I thought about dropping my face into it and taking the smell of it in, but as soon as my gaze focused on her chest, all other thoughts faded from my mind.

She was wearing a black lace bra, and for a moment I couldn't tear my eyes from it. I watched it rise and fall with her chest, almost mesmerized, before blinking, I pulled my gaze away and let my eyes trail slowly down to the belly ring that glittered at her navel, before focusing again on her bra.

It was so fucking sexy that I almost didn't want to take it off.

Dropping my lips to the crook of her neck, my fingers carefully slid the straps off her shoulders. I kissed her bare skin, over and over, tasting and inhaling the tenderness of it as I trailed every curve with my nose. All the while, Bella continued to grip my shirt in her fists, her breath hot and becoming shallow.

It quickly refocused my attention, and when I looked up and met her gaze—practically fucking drunk on the sight of her—her eyes all but subdued me.

Taking a deep breath, and almost groaning as I released it, I again pressed my mouth to hers.

She was pulling my shirt up, but struggling; her hands running along my ribs, making me flinch and my muscles twitch reflexively. Impulsively, I grinned, snorting with it, as Bella reacted the same say. Pulling back, I tore my shirt over my head in one motion, before pressing her naked skin against mine, as my lips connected with the curve of her shoulder, and then her neck, before back to her mouth.

She was soft against me, and growing hotter, but it wasn't enough; I wanted to feel all of her.

I attempted to unclasp her bra, but I was blind and had no fucking idea what I was doing—and for the life of me I couldn't find the fastener. Eventually, severing my mouth from hers, I peered over her shoulder to see what the hell I was doing.

There didn't seem to be a clasp at all.

I continued to yank and tug on it, thinking it was attached with Velcro or something, but the fucking thing refused to budge.

Screw this shit!

Becoming frustrated, I attempted, roughly, to pull it up, and as the sound of the cotton strained, Bella, whose lips were resting hot on my shoulder, started chuckling.

"Edward … you undo it at the front," she murmured into my ear continuing to laugh softly.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair and breaking into a grin. "Sorry," I whispered to her, kissing her ruddy cheek, before gently drawing her back.

I stared at her bra again—slightly askew from my assault on it—with apprehension. I had no fucking idea how to get it undone, but it looked like it would involve a whole lot of groping.

Blinking slowly, I lifted my eyes back to Bella's. "Do you … want me…?"

She was nodding her head before I could finish. "Yeah," she replied; though, her tone was barely a whisper and wavering.

Taking a steady breath, and with shaking, clammy freaking hands, I reached over to where I imagined it was fastened together and attempted to undo it. I fumbled with it for a few seconds, but surprisingly it wasn't too difficult. And unclasping it, I gently slipped the whole thing off her.

She sat kneeling before me, with her chest now completely naked. Her breathing began to hitch and for a moment I thought she might cover herself, but she didn't.

I only stared at her in a horny fucking stupor, wondering how the hell I was going to hang on. I think I started drooling and my aching-to-be-free dick was pushing all boundaries of my fucking sanity, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.

Gently, I ran my fingers slowly across the right one, my thumb brushing over her nipple, before cupping my whole hand over it. I couldn't comprehend how soft it was, and I wanted to plunge my whole face between them. This was when I noticed that goose bumps were beginning to spread out across Bella's arms and she began to visibly quiver.

I glanced up, quickly taking in her eyes; they were still burning dark, but her whole expression was contradicting itself. She looked just as willing as she did scared to fucking death.

With my hand still covering her breast, I curled my other around her naked back and pulled her against me. I kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck; savoring her, but beginning to feel flustered and overwrought by how fucking aroused I was.

"Jesus-fucking-Christ, Bella—you're so beautiful!" I uttered, as my heart plunged in my chest, making me feel just as unstable and out of control.

Removing my hand from around her, I placed it over her other breast before connecting my mouth back to hers. I could feel her heart beneath my fingers, rapid and heavy as her chest heaved, and her heated breath filled my mouth and washed over my face.

I was getting to the point of no return, and was beginning to realize that if I didn't get some fucking relief from the confines of my jeans soon, I'd explode.

Moving my hands back around her, I pressed her naked chest tight against mine. This is when I felt her hands slide down my sides and her fingers slip beneath the waist of my jeans. My muscles tensed involuntarily, while her hands ignited a fire in my skin. Dragging my mouth from hers, I bent my head to rest my lips against her shoulder, reining myself in.

She pulled back, her hands finding their way to the front of my jeans. Then bowing her head to rest against my chest, she unbuttoned them.

The instant my pants were open, I felt myself spring forward, and the pure relief of it caused this fucked up involuntary primitive sound to burst from me. Dropping my face into Bella's hair, I gathered it up in my hands, squeezing my eyes shut, while the motion of it almost caused me to blow my fucking load, and it took all my concentration to talk myself down.

Slowly, she lifted her head to me, as my nose and lips grazed down her face until her parted mouth caught mine. She kissed me once, deeply, before pulling back and softly breathing out my name before our lips connected once again.

Curving my hands around her hips, I brought her closer to me again, and found myself immediately digging into her lower stomach. The friction of it was like a buzz of electricity shooting through my veins. I only flinched and shuddered, making some fucking animal sound behind her mouth.

I was beginning to fear how long I could possibly last, because at this point, as far gone as I was, fucking seven seconds was looking promising. But going at the pace we were was just as painful as going too fast; I was barely hanging on.

My jeans had fallen down around my knees, and while Bella continued kissing me, I attempted to kick my shoes and socks off. She eventually stopped, her soft laughter feeling almost cool against me.

"Do you want me to help?" she whispered in my ear.

"When I'm done, I'm starting on you," I replied, teasing her, before reaching awkwardly behind me, and eventually managing to pull my socks off; throwing them over the side of the bed.

With my jeans slipping further down my legs, I took Bella by the shoulders and laid her gently back against the pillows. Her cheeks were ruddy, but still she continued to tremble. And as she settled back against the cushions, she covered her bare chest with her arms.

Inwardly, I sighed; it bothered me that she was so nervous, but I had to keep reminding myself that Bella hadn't done this before, so naturally she'd be anxious. At the same time it was effective in bringing me somewhat down.

Leaning toward her, I took her hands, gently prying them away from her chest before I positioned myself over her. And planting my lips to hers, I kept her hands clasped in mine.

"Relax, baby. Okay?" I mumbled, against her lips.

She only hummed a barely audible reply, nodding slightly.

I kissed her again, and then again, before slowly trailing my nose over her chin and down her neck. I pressed my lips against the soft incline at the base of her throat, feeling her pulse, fast and steady, before I ventured further down. She immediately tensed, her breath hitching, and unsure whether she was comfortable or not, I slowed further, dragging my face softly past her breasts; where the feel of them completely clouded my mind for a moment.

Her hands were becoming clammy in mine—but then in all reality that was probably mine. I threaded our fingers together, and this seemed to relax her a fraction, but she was still so much on edge despite my best attempts to calm her.

Slowing it further, I Released her hands, running my nose over the soft, almost burning, skin of her stomach until I reached the waist of her jeans. Then pulling myself back to my knees, I gazed down at them for a moment, before carefully unbuttoning them. It revealed her underwear; they had pink polka dots on them—nothing sexy at all, but even still, a surge of red hot fire suddenly flooded me, making me falter for a moment. As my mind began to form around what was beneath them, I tore my eyes away, beginning to fucking tremble from the degree of pure, fucked up, horny desire that was pulsating through me.

I was so high strung, I was just keeping myself together, and as I slipped off the bed to take off her shoes, I forced myself to recite our, baseball line-up beneath my breath.

Pulling off her shoes and socks helped somewhat, but when I was done, I stood back up, my jeans slipping down to my ankles, just as I lost my footing and went over backwards.

"Oh, crap!" I uttered in reflex, as I landed flat on my ass.

Bella burst out laughing, before scrambling to the edge of the bed.

"You okay?" she asked me with wide eyes, trying to keep a straight face.

I sat myself up and grinned at her sheepishly. "I'll survive," I mumbled kicking off my jeans and getting to my feet; rubbing the back of my head and feeling like a giant dick.

When I looked down at her again, I realized she was staring at me, her eyes wandering down to the fact that I was standing practically naked with one huge, obvious boner straining through my underwear. In fact, she was gazing at me so intently that it almost made me feel self-conscious, and I very nearly subconsciously covered myself in my hands.

Heat rose to flood her cheeks, before her eyes rose slowly, taking in the top half of my body with as much intensity that by the time they met mine hers were completely ignited; while a smile pulled on her lips.

"What are you smiling to yourself about?" I asked her, my voice husky and somewhat restricted, before climbing back on the bed with her.

"You; you're funny," she murmured half chuckling, before, grinning along with her, I pulled her into my arms, taking her lips again with mine.

She circled her arms around my back, one wrapped over my shoulder, before parting her mouth and kissing me again, heatedly. The warmth immediately returned to my body, but I tore myself away, remembering I'd left something unfinished.

As her arms slipped from around me, I shuffled myself down on my knees, with her between my legs, back to the unbuttoned waist of her jeans. Without focusing further than taking them off, I hooked my fingers through the belt loops and slid them down. They were tight fitting, and in the process, I almost pulled down her underwear; they gathered at her hips, as I struggled to swallow past an internal groan. In the next moment and without further thought, I pressed my lips high on her thigh, then again, just above the waist-band of her underwear.

Her skin was warm and supple, and fuck me, the urge to rip those underwear completely from her became almost irresistible, but then she shuddered, and all at once my focused snapped back to her, and how fucking anxious she looked.

Enfolding her in my arms, I pulled back the covers of the bed. I could feel the goose bumps covering her skin against me, yet she felt so incredibly warm at the same time.

This seemed to be typical when it came to Bella. She always seemed torn right down the middle, fighting an internal battle with me.

Wrapping the blankets over us, I told myself repeatedly that she was nervous and nothing else. Her body continued to quiver—to the point her skin seemed like it was humming again. I pulled her tightly against my chest, holding her for a moment. I needed the time to get complete control of myself before we continued, but the feel of her naked skin pressing against mine did little to help.

She buried her face into my chest, before I felt her lips against my neck, and then again on my shoulder.

"I don't want you to hold back, Edward," she whispered, her breath hot against my bare skin, before again she placed her lips to my throat.

"I won't, baby, but you have to relax. You haven't stopped shaking," I replied, softly, even as I shook against her just as blatantly.

I was guessing it was the reason why she immediately broke into a full grin, almost laughing, bringing out the same reaction in me, before I cupped her face to fully meet my lips; effectively cutting off her reply.

I was willing to wager the reason I was shaking wasn't exactly why she was, but as she kissed me, opening her mouth further against mine, it again completely contradicted everything.

Would I ever understand this girl?

I pulled her against me tightly, as her hands ran over my shoulders and into my hair, before my hand found her breasts. I cupped my palm fully around it, expecting her to tense or pull back, but she only melted against me, taking a hurried breath through her nose and taking my mouth to a level that was quickly becoming torture.

Moving my hand further down her side, almost too hastily, I leaned my weight more against her. When I reached the waist of her underwear, I paused, before slipping my fingers beneath them, inching them down past her hips, as my knuckles dragged against her skin.

At this point Bella pulled from my mouth, before reaching down, squirming against me as she did, pulling them completely off.

What she did next almost fucking killed me.

After ridding herself of her underwear, her hands made their way to me, trailing down my stomach to the front of my jocks. Then, in one motion, she yanked them down; the elastic waist caught my dick and pulling it vertical, before it sprang back up, smacking me in the stomach and making me openly jolt as an impulsive, choked up fucking groan burst from me.

"Oh God, Jesus…" I uttered in physical fucking pain, as my hands instinctively flew down to protect myself from anymore of her enthusiasm.

She gasped anxiously. "Oh, Edward—I'm so sorry!"

I could only imagine her expression; my eyes were clamped shut as I waited for my tortured dick to stop pounding!

"It's okay, baby," I spoke as half a groan, my voice tight.

Her lips pressed gently against my cheek, then to my shoulder before she burst into laughter, muffling it against my skin.

"I'm sorry, Edward," she repeated, attempting to suppress her laughter. "Did I injure you?"

"No," I confessed, removing my hands from myself and curving them around her waist, before nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck. I took a deep, heavy breath. "Just file that one away for future reference."

She continued to laugh softly, nodding, before reaching down, this time carefully, she pulled my jockeys completely off me.

I kissed her again, pulling myself on top of her, and now completely free, I was stabbing hard into her stomach.

Jesus, the friction was like fire, and I instinctively held my breath, holding myself from the brink, even as she continued to kiss me; her parted mouth taking my lips repeatedly.

I let her take control for a moment, while for the infinite time that night, I concentrated on slowing myself down.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, while my hand inched slowly down her side, over her hips and thigh to the back of her knee. Then wrapping her leg over me, I rolled into her, completely on top of her.

I was suddenly grinding almost painfully fucking within her, while the heat generating from her burned through me. Then completely without thinking, I was about to push myself into her when I suddenly realized, and just as Bella severed our lips to remind me.

"Edward!" she burst breathlessly, but fucking anxiously.

I was nodding before she could finish. "I know. Hang on a minute."

Pushing myself back on my knees, I leaned over and grabbed the condom off the bedside table, tearing into it, before rolling it over myself a little too hastily. My dick by that point was so sensitive that it jerked and almost fucking killed me.

If I lasted 3 seconds it'd be a miracle.

Impatiently shoving that thought aside, I switched my focus back to Bella. Bella who, wrapped her arms around my neck, easing me back over her.

Resting my elbows on either side of her, I gazed at her for a moment. A thousand emotions seemed to be rushing across her face, reflecting in her eyes, making her appear scared out of her wits and completely fucking willing all at once. And everything in between.

I pressed my lips to her brow, resting them there for a moment, before pulling back to gaze at her

"You okay?" I eventually asked her.

Nodding, she said softly in reply, "I'm okay."

I covered her mouth with mine again, and then again. She was accommodating me—every move I made, but she was still reserved enough that I was on edge over her.

Of course, she knew exactly what was going through my head, as if she could freaking read my mind.

"No … worrying about me … Edward," she breathed, continuing to kiss me, opening her mouth further to me each time

I only moaned my stifled reply into her mouth, knowing I was letting her stall me for a moment.

Because I fucking needed it.

I was happy to just kiss her again, letting it build until once more I was burning and throbbing in fucking pain. Then, unable to hold out a second longer, I pushed myself up on one elbow, took her leg with my free hand and wrapped it around my hips, and in one motion I slipped fully and completely inside her.

I think I took her by surprise, because she immediately sucked in her breath, so fucking sharply it made me jump, before moving her hands from around me to push them against my chest.

She was completely rigid, while the muscles within her were clamped around every fucking inch of me. She was blazing; it was practically fucking shredding me as a choked, fucking guttural sound rose up out of me.

It was a kind of torture I'd never before felt in my life, and I was torn over completely releasing myself to it, while worrying about how much I was hurting her.

Pulling my torso up, I looked down at her. Her eyes were tightly shut and her face was creased in pain, while her hands were wedged into my chest, continuing to push against me.

"Hey," I uttered in a restricted, pain filled fucking voice, continuing to struggle against the burning sensation of being inside her. Her eyes opened slowly, while her forehead continued to bunch in obvious pain. "Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head, her hands relaxing against me, before she wrapped them slowly over my shoulders. "No," she whispered, sounding completely divided. "Just give me a minute."

Almost collapsing back on top of her, I dropped my face to her neck, pressing my lips to her heated skin, before again back to her mouth. "Just try and relax, baby."

She nodded again, cautiously responding to me, before shifting slightly, and immediately her muscles squeezed tighter around me.

Oh, God in heaven...

I was coming apart, and groaning internally, I took one forced breath after another, feeling fucking sweat begin to trickle down my back.

I was hot anyway, but within her I felt like I was fucking on fire.

"Keep going..." she uttered after a moment, severing her lips from mine to release her breath.

Completely fucking overrun by this point, I kissed her again, over and over; her entire face, her neck and shoulders, completely drunk by her and losing myself in the feel and taste of her skin again, while I remained clamped within her. Then slowly she began to relax, releasing me in the process, and I could breathe again.

I moved out of her slightly, before back down; she immediately clamped back around me, openly flinching, but with a deep breath, she was able to relax again beneath me.

It was continuing to knock the wind out of me, but it helped me focus more on her and away from the fact that I was completely amped and on the edge.

"I'm sorry," she whispered quickly, against my mouth.

"It's okay, baby," I assured her, then grabbing her hands and threading her fingers with mine, I pulled back again, only fractionally, before easing myself back down. Then pausing, I moved again; I was cautious—too conscious of her and the fact that every little bit of friction made me practically implode.

I forced myself to take it as slowly and carefully as I could manage; each time moving further out, and reading her to keep myself under control.

Her eyes remained closed, and her breath was rigid, but gradually she began to ease up, before releasing one of my hands to clamp it around the back of my neck.

I stayed completely conscious of her, until I was able to get her to the point where I could pull almost all the way out then completely enter her again, without her reacting in pain.

But it wasn't fucking easy, and with each breath I took I was fighting the urge to completely succumb to her.

The sweat was beginning to pour down my forehead, my arms were beginning to quake, and with every movement I made, I became more and more charged. I was barely hanging on, barely able to breathe, and I just wanted to let myself go.

I couldn't keep the pace slow anymore, my body was completely taking over, and when I pulled out, I pushed myself back into her, then again, and again...

She was responding in pain again, her hands finding their way into my hair where she grabbed a fistful of it, but I couldn't stop; I was on complete auto pilot.

My brain was trying to keep up, and as I tried to express it to her, to keep her with me, all that came out of my mouth was a jumble of words that made absolutely no fucking sense.

I spoke her name, though, and she spoke mine, but she was gasping, her breath catching and coming so audible she was all but crying out.

I was almost literally burning with her, as the energy of it seared through my veins, until a low, fucked up groan burst from me and every muscle within me locked up. Taking a forced, tortured breath, I pulled out of her completely, before sliding myself back into her again with so much pressure my legs started shaking.

Oh, Jesus, I was going to fucking die!

My body began shuddering, pulsating—fucking twitching.

I uttered a fucked up sound and words that I'm not sure exist in the English language, before I completely let it go, coming in one huge fucked up explosion that ripped me to shreds.

In the next moment, I collapsed on top of her, fighting to catch my breath, before kissing her clumsily on the side of her face. My heart was hammering, rocking my entire body, and hers, as the charge slowly went out of me. I was almost literally wet and trembling so fucking much I felt like I was in shock.

Bella's arms gently curled around me, holding me to her while I rose up and down as her breathing calmed.

Eventually, I rolled off her, before pulling her into my arms with a heavy, exhausted sigh. She snuggled against me and laid her head on my chest, but she was quiet; while the only sound between us was the sound of our breathing.

The feel of Bella's heart hammered against me, while mine continued to feel like it was jolting me—so much so that Bella flattened her palm against my chest, as if to feel it. Grabbing her hand, I brought it to my lips; I could feel her pulse racing at her wrist while a light sheen was covering her entire arm. In fact, her whole body was hot and silky against mine.

For the longest while she didn't say anything, and just when I was getting worried that she was too quiet, she spoke; her voice breaking softly as if she was close to tears. "I love you, Edward." And tilting her head back, she planted her lips so freaking gently, just below my jaw.

"Love you too … cream puff," I replied, attempting to lighten shit up, even as I was coming apart.

Running her nose against my throat, she sort of chuckled beneath her breath, before releasing her hand from mine to curl herself further against me.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked her after a moment.

She shook her head slightly. "No..."

I wasn't altogether convinced, but I didn't press her on it, then wrapping my arms more securely around her, I turned my head and rested my lips against her brow, taking an exhausted fucking breath. My skin felt like it was buzzing, but at the same time I was fucking shredded.

There was a sudden knock at the door, making Bella jump, before I quickly yanked the blankets up to cover us.

"Alice—don't come in!" I snapped, raising my voice, too fucking desperately.

And even from the other side of the door I heard the little rat scoff to herself. "Yeah, sure, if I wanted to bleed from my eyes."

"What the hell do you want?" I demanded.

"Mom just rang. Our plane leaves tomorrow morning at nine."

"Yeah, okay. Thanks."

"Goodnight, lovelings," she replied teasingly, like a fucking wiseass.

Bella laughed softly, while I only rolled my eyes with a short sigh.

When I was sure the little rat was gone, I pulled the blanket back down from us—I was already fucking sweltering—before running my hand over my forehead and through my semi-damp hair. Bella then reached over and wiped my brow teasingly, laughing lightly.

"Edward, it's a wonder you don't dehydrate," she said softly, her tone teasing, before pressing her lips to my shoulder. "You're all salty," she stated, deciding to taste the rest of my skin, and fuck me, if it didn't make me horny again.

The energy began to shift in me, but at the same time she was tickling me. Breaking into laughter, I plunged my face into the crook of her neck to smother it, before kissing her damp skin.

"So are you," I murmured, before laying my head back on the pillow and pulling her to my side. "You tired?"

She released her breath into a hum, before curling her legs around mine. "Yeah…"

Reaching down, I pulled the sheet over us, leaving the blankets, before leaning over to switch off the lamp.

"Good night, baby," I mumbled.

"Goodnight, crocodile," she replied sleepily, tightening her arms around me, just as a shuddering yawn left her.

"Love you, alligator."

"Sap."

I chuckled softly. "Shut up and go to sleep."

After several minutes, and just as I was on the brink of sleep, Bella's small voice piped up, "Edward?"

"Hmmm?"

"You're not a dud root."

A/N: Well that was only really awkward, and cheesy af. Ugh. First lemon I ever wrote, and I tried to make it as realistic as possible. No, girls who have sex for the first time don't tend to have multiple orgasms.