A/N: Trying to catch up on posting since I've been slacking again. There is no method to this madness,i am sorry to say. I just write and post whenever i get a chance. Love y'all 5ever 3

Chapter 26

Bella made a show of taking her top off for me.

She sat up, perching herself on her knees. I rolled onto my back, placing my hands behind my head, ready to watch whatever she was going to do.

She giggled as she shimmied her zip up hoodie from her shoulders, exposing the tight white tank top underneath. The shirt was see through; she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. I laughed with her as she shook her hips, her hands grabbing the bottom of the tank top and lifting it up.

My dick went from zero to a hundred in five seconds.

She sat back on her feet once she finished, running her hands down her sides and across her perfect tits.

I laughed again, feeling buoyant with the quick return of her good humor, though I was just about ready to bust in my pants.

Her fingers pinched her nipples, and she winked at me with a playful smirk on her lips. I groaned, way too fucking turned on from just looking at some boobs.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I grunted out, my voice already husky with lust. My hand shot out on its own accord, aching to touch her.

She slapped it away. "Nu uh, your turn first."

Don't need to tell me twice.

I pulled myself up onto my own knees so that I was facing her. Reaching behind my head, I gripped the neckline of my shirt and pulled, quickly tearing it from my torso. Bella laughed again, though her lip found its way beneath her teeth as her eyes raked up and down my chest.

"You're pretty beautiful yourself, Masen." She whispered. She reached out with an open palm, and my skin was just fucking aching for her to touch it, but I slapped her hand away, anyway.

Her eyes shot back up to mine. I smirked.

"Pants?"

It had been far, far too long since I've seen this sight in front of me.

Bella and I both stood at the foot of my bed, racing to pull our pants off, and suddenly; there she was.

Better than a statue carved by Michaelangelo, Bella was lean, toned and pale, standing still in front of me with nothing on. My now-exposed cock was throbbing and I noticed, for the split second I was able to look away from Bella's perfect body, that her eyes were fixated on it.

"Jesus, Bella," I choked out. Bella let out a small moan, and my dick twitched again in response to the sound.

I took a step towards her, and she closed the gap immediately, pressing the entirety of her warm body against mine. A primal growl ripped from my throat, the sensation of her skin connecting with mine awakening a prehistoric beast inside of me; I had no more coherent thoughts. I only had this carnal need to take her, to take her and make her fucking mine, the way she's supposed to be.

I pulled her tighter to me with one arm around her waist, my other hand roping into her hair and pulling her lips to mine.

Bella groaned into my mouth, her hands flying up to the nape of my neck and tugging at the hair there. Our kiss was sloppy and urgent, as if we were trying to devour each other.

In a way, I guess we were.

I yanked at her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat so I could devour that, too. Every part of me wanted to bite, to mark her so that everyone knew where she'd been, who she'd been with. That she was mine. But I didn't do that, instead just letting my tongue ravage her skin and placing wet kisses from the tip of her jaw down to her collar bone.

"Oh god, Edward," She whimpered, and I moaned against her skin. "Please," she continued. "I need you."

I groaned, lifting my head from her neck and going for her mouth once again, wordlessly letting her know that the sentiment was more than fucking mutual.

"Please," She begged again.

Grabbing her hips, I guided her until I could sit on the edge of my bed. She understood, climbing on the mattress so she could straddle my waist. Propped up with one knee on either side of me, she reached down, grabbing my dick to put it into position. I hissed at the contact, though it wasn't enough, I needed to be inside.

In one swift movement she sat, taking all of me inside of her. Her hands flew to my shoulders and she gasped, her entire body tensing and her walls clamping down on me.

It took me a moment to realize she was actually fucking cumming already, but when I did, I reached around to place my thumb on her sensitive spot, keeping my eyes glued to her face as it contorted with pleasure.

After a minute her eyes flew open, and they were wild as she looked down at me.

"What the fuck?" She exhaled, laughing a bit as her body still trembled over me. I moved my hand from her pussy to her lower back, pressing her further into me.

We both moaned.

I leaned in, kissing her jaw with an open mouth. "Did you just cum?

Her body shook with a silent laughter, which I felt directly in my cock. I groaned against her skin, involuntarily thrusting up into her.

She gasped, nodding. "Yes," She said, finally grinding down on me. "Fuck, Edward, how do you do this to me?"

I reached up so I could grab her chin and align my mouth with mine again. I had no answer for her question, but I could show her exactly what she did to me.

Every inch of her skin kept contact with mine as she moved above me. I let her set the pace, thrusting up into her each time she came down on me. Our skin was slick with sweat, the friction from her chest against mine warming the area. My hands worked on their own accord, sliding from her hips to her ass and back up to her shoulder blades, desperately groping at every part of her.

"Fuck, Bella," I said her name every time my lips were free, when she would pull away to gasp for air.

I didn't need fucking air anymore. All I needed was her.

Her breathing grew more rapid and her thrusts more erratic, so I knew she was close again. I pushed up harder into her, desperate to feel her cumming around me again.

It would never be enough.

I was right on the edge, too, and when Bella pulled away from my mouth to press her forehead against mine, I gazed into her eyes, silently begging her to never let this stop. Never take this away from me again.

"I need you," I confessed between frantic breaths. "God, Bella, don't leave me again."

She let out a primal moan, her eyes still blazing into mine. "Never," she gasped as her thighs began to tremble.

"Promise me."

She nodded frantically. "Yes-" she started, but her words were cut off with a moan as she sank down on me one last time, pulling me into that perfect oblivion with her.

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We kept our clothes off for the remainder of the night.

I laid on my bed with my head in Bella's lap. She stayed propped against the headboard, not under the blankets with me; a silent reminder that she could not stay. Her little hands ran through my hair again and again while she hummed a song I'd never heard before.

"Mmm," I snuggled my head into her thigh. "What song is that?"

"A new one."

"I like it."

She continued humming, but I heard the smile in her song.

"Hey, Bella?"

"Hmm?"

I tilted my head to look up at her. "Did you write a song about us?"

She snorted a laugh. "Maybe. Why?"

"That first night I saw you after you came back. You were playing a song that sounded like…"

Her hand left my head to cover my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, licking her palm, and she laughed.

"That's a sad song, Edward."

I nodded. "It sounded sad. I missed most of it, though, because after I figured out it was you I had to go throw up."

Bella laughed again, louder this time. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

I shrugged. "You're gross, I guess."

She stuck her tongue out at me. I sat up just enough to kiss it.

"Will you play it for me sometime?" I asked.

She sighed. "I dunno. It's not very nice."

"I can take it."

"Can you?" She asked pointedly, but I knew she was joking. "Yeah, I guess I can play it for you. Next time I get you alone with a piano."

"I will be sure to make that happen sooner than later."

She giggled, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. I settled back into her lap.

"Jake's throwing me a birthday party."

I popped up again, sitting straight up to look at her. "Did I miss your birthday?" I asked, panicked.

"Jesus, Masen, relax. Do you think I would be here if you did?"

Relieved, I made a show of rolling my eyes before resuming my position on her legs.

"It's this Wednesday. We're just gonna have a party in my backyard. Charlie's gonna cook, of course."

"Do you ever get tired of fish?"

"Yes. Will you come to the party?"

I groaned. The last thing I wanted was to see her with Jacob Black wrapped around her, smiling and so-fucking-proud of himself for his shitty birthday party.

It wasn't about what I wanted, though. I made a promise.

"Isabella Swan," I started, and she laughed. "Didn't we just talk about this? I'll do anything you want."

"Hmm.. anything?"

I nodded, closing my eyes and I snuggled deeper into her.

She nudged my head once, twice, until I groaned, opening my eyes and looking up at her.

A smirk played on her lips. She leaned down, her mouth right next to my ear. "Fuck me again before I go?"

God, I fucking loved Isabella Swan.

Bella left when the sun came up, so I went back to sleep. I was working the lunch shift that day, so I had to be out of the house by eleven. I set my alarm, and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out and dreaming of my girl.

My happiness was palpable.

I had finally gotten her back. I mean, sure, okay, she wasn't mine, per say, but she never really was. It didn't matter what label was on it, anyway. She wouldn't leave me again; she promised.

And, fine, technically she was still with Jake, but… only because she felt like she had to be, right? I mean, she was sneaking around behind his back to be with me… that obviously meant something.

I simply would not think of him. Not today, anyway. I deserved to ride this high.

Alice came home from Jasper's right before I left for work. She noticed my change in demeanor instantly.

"Whoa, what's going on, brother? Are you humming?"

I smirked at her, giving her shoulder a playful shove as I slid on my backpack and headed towards the door.

"Weird…" She mumbled, looking at me like I was crazy on her way upstairs.

I felt fucking crazy, but in the best way possibly.

My shift went by quickly. Lauren made a few unwarranted passes at me, somehow still too dense to realize it was not going to happen again. Emmett's mom came in with her boyfriend, and I made sure to thank them for letting us use their cabin over the weekend.

It was one of the best I'd ever had, after all.

Alice and Jazz were snuggled up on the living room couch when I got home from work, watching a movie.

Jasper looked over his shoulder when I opened the door, smiling when he saw it was me.

"Hey, man! How was work?"

I tossed my backpack on the ground, heading to the fridge in the kitchen. "It was fine." I called out. "Beer?"

"Sure, dude. Thanks."

I grabbed three bottles, knowing my sister would be salty if I didn't bring one for her. I passed them out before popping the cap off my own and collapsing down in the recliner next to the couch.

"Whatcha watching?" I asked.

"We were watching The Shining." Alice sat up, using the remote to pause the movie. "Guess we're taking a break."

"Wow, Al. Don't sound so excited to hang out with me."

She rolled her eyes, making Jazz laugh.

"Are you guys going to Bella's birthday party on Wednesday?" I asked.

"Duh." Alice said.

"Why?" Jasper asked. "Are you?"

I shrugged. "She invited me, so…"

"And that's not gonna be, like, weird?"

"It's always weird." Alice muttered. I nodded.

"She's right. I don't think it will be any weirder than normal."

"O…Kay," Jasper conceded, giving me a look that says 'I know what you've been up to and maybe its a little fucked up to go to a party Jake is throwing for his girlfriend that you fuck, but its none of my business.'

Damn right, it wasn't.

Bella called me late that night, and the night after, letting me know that she wasn't able to sneak out of the house, but she was thinking of me. I returned the sentiment, obviously- I was always thinking about her, and we stayed up talking until the sun started to poke over the horizon.

"So, I'll see you at the party, right?" She asked right before we hung up.

"Wouldn't miss it." I looked over at the clock, noticing it was almost six in the morning. "Oh, hey, it's your birthday right now, isn't it?"

"I was waiting for you to say something."

"Hm, impatient as always, huh?" She laughed on the other end of the line. "Happy birthday, my beautiful Bella."

I heard her smile in her voice. "Thank you, Edward. I'll see you tonight. Bring beer."

"I always do. Save a joint for me, okay?"

"Always do. Sleep tight, babes."

"Night, Bells."

She scoffed as she hung up the phone. I smiled to myself, happy as a fucking pig in shit for once in my pathetically lame life.