What is this? Two updates in two days? Is Momo going nuts?
Not anymore than usual!
But I'd really love to thank my loyal readers for propelling this story past 400 reviews and for all the nominations to the Twific Fandom Awards. See the bottom A/N for more info.

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Reminder on chapters: unless indicated, odd-numbered chapters are in EPOV, even-numbered ones are in BPOV.
Today we hear from EPOV. It's the chapter y'all have been (somewhat patiently) waiting for, so any and all additional Momo babbling will be at the BOTTOM.
On with the show!

Chapter 11 - EPOV

I attacked her like a brute. An over-sexed, lust-addled caveman. But I couldn't regret it or dwell on it as an excuse for self-flagellation—Emmett's words, not mine—when Bella reacted the way she did.

She'd responded—her touch to my touch, her kiss to my kisses, and her moans to match mine. We'd created a small fire there, and I couldn't wait to see where we took it when logistics didn't hamper our passion.

"This is me … us," I said, punching my code into the keypad. I reached for her hand and pulled her along with me.

She stepped away to hang her coat.

When Esme helped me decorate, she'd insisted on putting an alcove there with coat hooks and a bench. I'd never put a blasted thing on that damned bench, but now Bella dropped her bag on it, and suddenly, the bench had a purpose. Bella's things had a place in my home, just like she did.

She approached me and tenderly caressed my cheek. "I was promised inappropriate activity."

I blinked, then cradled her face in my hands. "You'll get it. Do you need anything before we move somewhere … cozier?"

I'd had sex-crazed dreams of taking her in my living room, bent over the couch or slouched on the rug before the fireplace. But there'd be time for that. Now, I wanted all of her. I wanted to make slow and fiery love to her in my bed.

"No." Her breath hitched when she replied.

With one fluid movement, I crouched just enough to pick her up in my arms, and she gave a little yelp of surprise.

"Edward!"

"Yes?"

"I wasn't expecting that!" She giggled despite her protestations.

The benefit of holding her in my arms, besides getting to my bedroom faster, was that I could walk and kiss her at the same time.

Her nails lightly scratched my chest, and the sensation sent a thrill down my spine. With stealth I didn't know she had, my little lady had undone a few more buttons on my shirt.

I kicked open the bedroom door and left it. No point locking it behind us if we were alone in the house. Nobody who had keys or the code to my front door would come and bust my chops on a Friday night when they knew I was on a date with Bella. Plus, if I made her scream, I wanted her cries to resonate through every nook and cranny of my apartment.

Feeling playful, I walked closer to the bed, then dropped her in the middle of it.

She squealed, but soon, her giggles echoed around us. "You didn't."

I reached for the dimmer switch on the wall and adjusted it until the room was bathed in a soft, honeyed light. I wanted to see all of her, but didn't want her to feel she was under a cold, clinical spotlight. I toed off my shoes and socks, then climbed on the bed.

Bella rose to her knees and came closer to me. "Too many clothes."

"Help me do something about it?" I asked, laying my hands over the span of her small, tight waist. I'd dreamed about being with her like this.

She got to work without another word, pulling me toward her by the belt loops. Without averting her gaze from my face, she undid the remaining buttons on my shirt, then pulled it out of my jeans.

The air around us sizzled, crackling with the intensity and anticipation we both felt. I let my hands wander over her torso, trying to find a beginning or an end to the flowy, soft sweater she wore. After a few false starts, she guessed my frustration and helped me out by discarding it in one swift move. With a swish, the sweater landed on the floor in a heap of multicolored fabric.

In between my short, shallow breaths, I feasted my eyes on her, now only clad with a navy-blue lace bra that made me painfully harder—I was hanging on by a thread.

"Oh, love … you're so damn beautiful."

She heaved a deep sigh, trembling before me like a leaf.

For a second, I misconstrued her reaction. "We don't have to go any further, if you don't want to."

"No. No. It's not that. I haven't … I haven't had sex with anyone in a long, long while. I'm clean, and I have an IUD. I'm … protected."

Idiot. Sex-addled moron. Of course, she'd be worrying about safe sex.

"I'm clean as well, darling." I paused to caress her. "I haven't done this in … well, a long time. And you're covered. Thank you for telling me. At almost forty, you'd think I would know to have initiated this conversation before we were in bed together. Forgive me for the oversight."

She pulled me into her arms and threaded her fingers through my hair, caressing me in such a tender, loving way that I almost melted in her embrace. "No harm, no foul. I guess we're both very eager, aren't we?"

I proved her point by kissing her, nibbling on those plump, supple lips of hers. "Case in point. We're still doing everything at your pace, love. I mean it—if you'd rather I wore a condom, I will."

She shook her head. "No need. I trust you."

At her proclamation—so adamant, so firm—the passion I'd barely held at bay until now bubbled over. "I want you, Bella. I've wanted you for so long."

"Have me," she replied. With a harsh tug to my belt, she undid it and pulled down my jeans.

I kicked them off and lay down in bed with her, holding my weight off her by leaning on my elbows. I traced the outline of her bra with my fingers first, then with my tongue. Her nipples peaked under the lace, and I couldn't resist suckling on them. She moaned, arching her torso against mine, and her center grazed my hard cock, which throbbed painfully in the cotton confines of my boxer-briefs.

With a quick tug of my hand, I released the front clasp of her bra, and the fabric fell away, revealing the expanse of her dusty pink velvet skin to me for the first time. Yearning for her as I was, I let my hand cup her breast while my mouth ravished the other.

"Oh, God. Edward, please …" She moaned, pushing her core against my cock again. "Please, touch me."

Not one to shy from instructions, ever, I complied. She was still wearing those sinful jeans that looked like second skin on her luscious legs. But first, I palmed her sex and rubbed along the seam of her pants. She felt hot and ready under my touch, even with layers of fabric between us. And her squirms and moans spurred me on. The closure of the contraption she was wearing, however, turned into quite a challenge and wouldn't give when I tried to pop it open. Frustrated, she took over, fumbling with the zipper and button but managed to release them both with a triumphant grunt. I leaned back on my haunches and helped her remove her jeans, taking my time to graze her creamy thighs with my lips as I uncovered them.

When my gaze landed on her sex, now only hidden behind a scrap of blue silk that matched her discarded bra, I almost lost it. Now I knew what I wanted first. Still kneeling on the bed, I bent over her and grabbed the sides of her panties in my hands.

"I'm tempted to bite these off your delectable body, my darling. But I like it a little too much, the way this color sets off your skin, so your lacey bottoms are safe … this time." Slowly, I slid them off her hips and down her legs.

"God, Edward. If you don't touch me now, I'm going to self-combust," she protested. The sound came out as not quite a hiss, not quite a moan.

"Your wish is my command, you enticing, sexy, desirable creature. My Bella … oh, my love. I'm going to have you, all of you. But first, I'm going to taste you."

Hooking her calf over my shoulder for easier access, I brought her mound closer to my face, and while my fingers reached to tease her nipple, I hovered over her pussy and took in the sight of her—trimmed and neat and glistening with her juices. Juices I intended to lap from the source, one taste at a time. I kissed a line of fire and want on her skin, getting closer and closer to her labia, then left a long, tantalizing lick from the top to the bottom of her slit.

My dick was so hard I'd explode if she touched me. Right now, my concern was to avoid a two-second implosion the minute I entered her. With a deep, shuddering inhale, I breathed her in—her fragrance and her moans drowned my growls of pleasure as I ate out her pussy.

"Edward, yes, right there …" She hissed.

I sucked on her clit and freed up my hand because, by God, I had to touch her. Dip my fingers deep inside her. It took me one move; I plunged two fingers inside her folds, and her wetness coated almost my entire hand. Slowly, I pumped in and out and kept lapping at her clit until she shattered in my arms.

Her scream was one word. My name.

She panted and with disjointed cries came down from her high.

For one long minute, I stared at her, mesmerized by the look of pure ecstasy on her face, the tide of blush tinting her skin a darker shade of pink, and the sounds she made. In my home. In my bed. Because I'd made her come like a freight train.

However, the pause didn't agree with my temptress. She rose off the bed and launched herself at me. "I want to play with you now," she said with a saucy grin. "You're still overdressed."

She pawed at my boxers and fondled my cock through the fabric.

My overeager member twitched, and I hissed at the contact. "Bella, love … please …"

"You don't want me to touch you? I want to see you. I bet your dick is pretty like the rest of you." She pouted.

I wanted to chuckle at her phrasing, but now wasn't the time. "Oh, I do want you to touch me. A lot. But if you do that now, I'm going to shame myself."

I gathered her in my arms and started punctuating my words with kisses to her collarbone, neck, and jaw. She shivered and moaned and, again, grazed my dick with her hand.

"Bella, love … I want to come inside you. Please."

She gave a little growl, like an angry kitten, but pulled me down on the bed with her. We fell in a heap of wandering limbs. She hooked her toes to the waistband of my undies and pushed them down my legs. With one last kick, I discarded them.

I hovered over her naked body adorned with beads of sweat. She reached out for my face and tugged me closer to her.

"Now," she murmured in my ear.

I trembled too at that moment. As I moved to take her, aligning my cock to her entrance, a shiver of sheer desire and want shook my frame. When I slid inside her for the first time, thrusting into her wet, tight folds, I sighed. I belonged—with this woman who jump-started my brain and heart. I belonged. And the force of that realization erupted inside me like a crumbling dam. The roar of passion I let out in that second snapped something in me.

"I wanted this to be gentle … but I can't be."

At my words, she arched her back, pushing into me, and I slid deeper inside her. "Do your worst, baby."

With an invitation like that, who could refuse? I certainly couldn't. I sat back on my haunches and pulled Bella up to straddle me. "I want you closer."

I pumped into her without restraint, but she met me thrust for thrust. As I nibbled and suckled her breasts, she bounced on my cock, and at every movement, I felt closer and closer to the edge.

"Fucking hell, Bella … I never knew. I never knew it'd be like this," I whispered.

She mewled my name interspersed with curses, and when her rhythm faltered, I rammed into her one last time. Her walls fluttered around my shaft, and I was the one yelling now.

"Bella …"

"Oh, yes … Edward."

We fell over the edge together, then plunged onto the bed in a satisfied, boneless heap of sweaty limbs.

So, I did say "see you next week" yesterday, didn't I? Well ... don't get used to double-post weekends, though: I don't have enough banked to do this yet. So thank you again for your patience.

Housekeeping:
1. My other story "Behind The Ivories" is up in the poll of the Top 10 Completed Fics of 2022 on the Twifanfiction Recs blog. Voting is open until Feb 24. I have a pinned post with voting links and other nominees (congrats, everyone!) in my FB group, LaMomo's Lair.
2. Nominations for the Twific Fandom Awards were also announced yesterday and voting for Round 1 opens later today. I can't thank you all enough for the nominations. I won't post voting links here because we know what ffnet does to those. I'll have a pinned post in LaMomo's Lair for this as well.
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And see you next weekend (for realz this time)!