I seriously love you all. Especially my Beta, Jasmine (BlueFlowerAlways), who is quite possibly the most wonderful person in this entire world.

Stephenie Meyer owns everything, including my heart on ice in a cooler.

EPOV

There was no answer. I deliberated with myself as to what to do. Was she there? Did she know it was me and didn't want to speak with me? I knocked three times again. Four seconds passed with no answer, and I was just about to leave when the door swung open and my angel was before me.

Bella stood there with a surprised and seemingly delighted look on her face. It was at that point I realized she was clad in only a towel that started right above her breasts and ended a bit higher than mid-thigh. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders, dripping water over the threshold. She clasped her hands to her chest in an attempt to retain some modesty.

"Bella," I whispered, "please don't cover yourself." I took her hands and placed them at her sides. My fingers ghosted up her arms, over her shoulders and across her collarbone. I cupped her cheek and looked into her chocolate brown eyes, trying to convey to her what I wanted; what I needed. I wasn't sure if she wanted the same thing as me, and if she was possibly upset at my sudden departure yesterday.

Apparently she wanted me too because she pressed her soft lips lightly to mine, and I took her bottom lip and sucked on it, bringing my other hand to her side and pulling her closer to me. She walked us backward into her apartment and I slammed the door shut with my foot and broke away from our kiss. I brought my hand to the top of her towel and quickly tore it away from her body and let it fall to the floor. The sight of her wet, naked body caused all the blood to rush downwards, and I was becoming harder by the second. What had started out as sweet, soft, kisses, turned into pure animal lust with one drop of a towel. Bella looked so beautiful, so goddess-like standing in her kitchen completely exposed. I made short work of my own clothes so I was standing in nothing more than my boxers.

How I longed to touch her. I couldn't hold myself back so I gripped her close to me and started to lick and nibble her ear, letting my hands trace every curve, every inch of skin she had to offer. She let out a breathy moan as her hands found my dick and grabbed it through my boxers. Her hand felt so good and my erection grew. I needed more from her desperately.

"Get on the table," I demanded, the corners of her lips turning up into a seductive smile as she jumped up on the table. Her breasts bounced and I pounced on her, hovering over her gorgeous body. I attacked her nipple with my mouth, alternating between sucking hard and blowing cool air on it. Her reaction to my ministrations was incredible, her back was arching and more and more moans started to leave her mouth. My fingers found their way to her other nipple and began rolling and pinching them between my thumb and forefinger. She began rubbing her thighs together, searching for some friction that I hadn't been giving her.

I brought my lips close to her ear and whispered, "Do you want me to touch you?"

She nodded her head, the ability to form simple words having left her body.

"Where? Here?" I touched her cheek lightly and she shook her head.

"Here?" I trailed my fingers down her arm and across her stomach.

"No," she breathed.

"You're going to have to tell me where you want me to touch you, Bella. I can't read your mind, you know," I teased. All I wanted was for this seemingly sweet and innocent girl to say something incredibly dirty.

"I need your hands to rub my pussy. I want them all over me and then I want your tongue to fuck me," she managed to get out, and my dick twitched considerably at her words. I would give her what she wanted.

My hand stroked her lower lips and I groaned. She was dripping fucking wet. I moved my hand to rub her clit, and she growled. She wanted more. With a grin I circled her nub faster and faster, bringing my other hand down to trace her entrance with my forefinger. She was writhing on the table and I held her hips down.

"Stay put," I said.

She tried but failed, miserably. Her hips kept bucking upwards as I slipped to fingers into her hot, tight, core. I brought my mouth to her bundle of nerves, putting it between my lips and teeth and sucked greedily. Her grunts became louder and more frequent while I pumped and sucked harder. My teeth grazed her clit and she came screaming.

"Fuuuckkk! Edward!" she cried.

I let her ride out her orgasm until she opened her eyes and they met mine. I brought my fingers out of her and sucked on them, tasting her delicious juices. She sat up and kissed me hard, not bothering to ask for entry to my mouth.

"I want to taste myself on you," she said, and I became aware, yet again, of the problem in my underwear. She looked down and smirked.

"I can help you with that," she said as she stroked me through the fabric again. My Bella yanked the boxers off my body and tossed them aside and her head tilted. She traced a finger on the underside of my cock, using the other hand to gently massage my balls ever so slowly. She was punishing me for before.

"More," I begged, and I knew what was coming even before she said it.

"Tell me what you want. I, also, don't have mind-reading abilities."

"Put your hot little mouth on my cock before I explode."

"I sure hope you do explode. I like the way you taste," she said, and took only the head of my cock in her mouth. She began sucking really slowly, taking only a half inch at a time. I laced my hands through her hair and tried to set a pace, but she resisted. I only hoped that she was building to something.

And she was. Without warning, she shoved my entire length into her mouth and I felt the tip hit the back of her throat and I screamed. I was so god damn close I could feel the tightening in my balls. She knew it, too, and she started to swirl her tongue all around my cock, faster and faster, bobbing her head faster and faster. I was right on the edge and she squeezed my balls and I was done for. I exploded in her mouth and she drank me in, not leaving one drop. She licked her lips seductively.

"So fucking good," she said.

I pushed her back against the table, fully erect again at her words, and I teased her entrance with the tip of my dick. I traced it back and forth across her clit and she threw her head back.

"You want me? Tell me."

"Bury your cock so far in me you'll never be able to get out. I want you to fuck me so hard I'll never walk right again. Please fuck me, Edward, please!" she pleaded, and I could only oblige.

I slammed into her hard and she screamed. I started out very slow, pulling out slow so just the head was in her, then slamming into her again. Her hips flailed wildly and her walls began to clench down on me like a vice. I picked up the pace and thrust into her deeper and deeper. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around me, giving me better access inside her. I kept hitting her sweet spot, and she writhing beautifully underneath me. She was close and I could feel it, and so could she. Her hand snaked around to where we were connected and started to rub her clit, needing to be pushed over the edge. She pinched it and came hard, screaming my name. The sight of her touching herself and the way her walls milked my cock brought me to my release immediately afterwards.

"Unnnhhhhh fuuuuckkkk," we screamed together. My became slower and slower until we were completely immobile. I pulled out of her and stared down at her. She looked a bit embarrassed and awkward, which was hilarious to me since we had just fucked hard. I stepped off the table and helped her down. She shifted uncomfortably in the nude.

"I'll…I'll be right back. I'm just going to go put some clothes on." She started towards her bedroom door, then turned back to me and added, "Don't go anywhere." She blushed faintly and closed her door.

I picked up the clothes from where they had landed, most of which were in the sink. I wiped myself off quickly and stepped back into my boxers and jeans. My shirt was back on and I went over to the couch and sat down, waiting for Bella to come out of the room. I really wasn't used to the situation we were currently in. I either had a relationship, then slept with the girl, or just slept with the girl and never spoke to her again, like a one-night-stand. But with Bella, we slept together twice and didn't know much about each other. I felt this undeniable connection with her and I wanted to stick around. I also wanted to do things right. If she would have me, I wanted to ask her out on a date. I heard the door creak behind me and she shuffled in uncomfortably. She had on a pair of jean shorts that were quite possibly created by the devil himself, and a yellow t-shirt that hugged her curves deliciously. Her hair was still askew from our activities until she put it up into a ponytail. She walked over to me and sat down on the couch, a little too far for my liking.

I turned to her, trying to collect my thoughts. I was about to say something, but she beat me to it.

"I think we should talk," she said with a bit of uncertainty, "about our situation."

"I was just going to bring that up," I responded truthfully.

"It's just that I've never been in this sort of situation before…" she trailed off. She thought she was inexperienced and I was some sort of sex freak that did this sort of thing all the time.

"Neither have I."

"Really?"

"I wouldn't lie to you," I said. And it was true.

She let out a gust of air that I didn't know she was holding. "I'm so glad you said that, Edward. I don't feel like such a loser now," she chuckled.

I scooted closer to her and cupped her cheek in my hand. "You're not a loser."

She blushed and looked down. Then something spread across her face. Realization, then horror.

"I just realized…you never wore a condom either time we…you know."

"Oh my god, Bella, I'm so sorry. I'm such a selfish jerk. I…I feel horribly. It seriously never entered my mind. All I wanted was you, and in turn I forgot the basics. Are you…are you on birth control?" I felt like such a stupid asshole.

"Yes, but have you…well, have you been…you know…tested?"

"Of course, Bella, and I'm clean. I promise."

Another breath was let out. "Phew! Good, me too. I think we should be okay, then. I'll be sure to keep an eye on the…other situation."

"I'm willing to do whatever you are comfortable with if that issue were to arise."

She shifted in her position and twiddled her thumbs. She seemed to have something else on her mind, but was obviously uncomfortable with saying it. I didn't want her to close anything off from me. I wanted her to be open and honest and comfortable in my presence. I took her chin in my fingers and lifted her head up to level with my eyes.

"Please, say whatever is on your mind. Don't feel uncomfortable," I reassured her.

"I was just wondering where we go from here. We've slept together twice, and normally one-night-stands only last one night."

I frowned. "Do you only want this to be a one-night-stand deal?" I sincerely hoped she didn't.

"No," she admitted. "But I can understand if you do. There are so many girls out there that you can have and I get that I'm just a source for a quick release."

I was upset by her words. How could she think that of herself? I wanted nothing more than to be with her, in every way possible.

"Bella, that's not what you are to me. I feel this connection with you…I can't help it if I'm crazy, but it's just the way I feel. I don't want to leave you."

"I feel it too!" She seemed so happy that she wasn't the only one with this confusing emotion. So was I.

"You have no idea how good that makes me feel. It makes it easier to get out what I'm about to say. Bella, I'd really like it if you would go on a date with me. I want to do this right, and I think we have something special, even if I don't know your last name." I chuckled at the last part.

"I would love to," she smiled. "And it's Swan."

Swan. Perfect for a beauty like my Bella.

She stuck her hand out to shake mine.

"Hello, I'm Isabella Swan, but I liked to be called 'Bella.' And who are you?" She seemed more comfortable with me.

"Hi Bella. I'm Edward Cullen, and I don't liked to be called Ed or Eddie." Bella laughed at my introduction and I joined her. It was a nice moment.

It got silent again, and again she seemed like there was something on the tip of her tongue.

"Bella? What did I say? Please, just tell me what you're thinking."

"I just was wondering if I could ask…what happened in Chicago."

"I am so sincerely sorry about that, Bella. An old friend called. His aunt died, he was really close to her and so was I, and he needed someone to be around, and he didn't have anyone else at the time. I might have been there longer if he wasn't such a great friend."

"What do you mean?" she questioned.

"Well, I told him about you, and he immediately felt bad for 'cockblocking' me. Which doesn't make any sense at all to me, but he insisted that I fly back here, and he even agreed to drive me to the airport before the crack of dawn."

"You told him about me?"

"Of course," I said.

She smiled and took my hand in hers. Her thumbs traced small circles on my hand and she watched the patterns she was making. There was a small frown on her face.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"It's just that you told your friend about me. I didn't tell mine. My friend, Alice, called me the morning of, and I didn't mention you. I think it's just because I didn't want her going on about something that could be possibly nothing. I wasn't sure how you felt yet, and she makes a big deal out of everything."

"That's fine, Bella. I understand. But now I hope you do tell her. I want everyone to know that I'm going on a date with Isabella Swan."

"Alright, Eddie. I'll tell her."

We laughed together lightly and she kissed me lightly on the lips. It was so innocent and cute, a big smile spread across my face. I knew I looked like an idiot, but at the moment I couldn't care less. Everything seemed like it would work out.

A big yawn escaped me and I suddenly realized how tired I was. Three hours of sleep, jet lag, and an intense sexing session can wear a person out.

"You need to get some sleep," Bella said. "Go home and get some rest. We'll talk later. Okay?"

"I don't want to leave you," I said, sounding pathetic and needy.

She smiled. "Then don't. You can sleep in my bed, if you'd like. I was just going to the grocery store. I still haven't bought any food."

"Stay with me. Nap with me. We'll go shopping later."

"Alright, fine," she teased.

She took my hand and led me into the bedroom, where her soft, comfy, elaborate, canopy bed was calling to me.

We laid down side by side under her silk sheets and comforter. It was so nice and warm. I held her in my arms and placed a kiss on the top of her head. I hummed her a lullaby, and we fell calmly to sleep.

I hope you all liked that chapter! It was a little difficult to start, but once I did the words just kept flowing and I couldn't stop! If you guessed making sweet, sweet, love, you were sorta right! They did, but it was more like BANG BANG BANG. But awesome, nonetheless. Shout-out to twilightaddict21 for her correct prediction of answering the door in a towel - I love that cliche! It's so great.

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