A/N) We need to bring back the dry hump. Haha. That doesn't happen nearly enough when a couple has been together for awhile. Once you cross that "barrier"…men just fly right past the dry hump. I'm not happy about that…it needs to be revived.

Sorry that it's been so long…life, ya know?

"See, you had no reason to be embarrassed, Edward. I was the one who lasted 5 seconds," I shook my head in shame.

"Well," he helped me to my feet and adjusted my skirt. Leaning down, he kissed my nose. "I'll just take that as a compliment."


(Monday Night)

The Cullens were out hunting and the club wouldn't open again until Wednesday night. There was no point in going home. I didn't want to chance running into Jake, especially if he was with Samantha. This afternoon had been so perfect that I didn't want to ruin it.

I was drifting back into consciousness and sighed happily.

"Nice nap?" Edward's melodic voice drifted into my thoughts.

"Mmm," was my only response.

Edward's hands were lazily gliding up and down my back while I rested on his chest. After our little romp earlier, he gave me some of his sweats and a t-shirt to put on. He apologized for not having anything that fit me better, but I'd take baggy sweats that smell just like him over anything else. I'd felt so relaxed that I instantly fell asleep in his arms when we made our way back to the couch. I would have rather stayed up in Edward's old room, but he didn't have any furniture up there. In fact,…they didn't have much furniture anywhere.

"Edward?" I drew little circles on his chest and never met his eyes.

"Yes, Love?" He kissed the top of my head.

"Why don't you guys have much furniture here?" His hesitation caused my hands to stop their tracing and my heart to stop beating. "Edward?"

He sighed, "Well,…we can't really set up residence here, Bella."

My heart sank. I felt like a two ton steel weight had been dropped on my chest and I struggled to breathe.

"Oh." I couldn't make another sound. I felt the tears sting my eyes and knew that if I blinked they would fall to his shirt.

"Please understand, Bella. That doesn't mean that I'm leaving you. I meant it when I said that you're all I live for. I'll never ever leave you again," He squeezed me into a hug and kissed my head again.

"So…how is this going to work?" I pushed up on my elbow and looked at him. His eyes looked concerned but happy. The slight smile playing on his lips calmed my nerves, but only slightly.

"I've considered a few things. At first, I'd wanted to stay here without my family so I could be close to you. The family is actually looking for another place of residence in Montana at the moment," he leaned forward in a sincere gesture.

I didn't want his family to leave anymore than I wanted Edward to leave. They were my family.

"Why won't that work, Edward?" My breathing was deep and heavy.

"I can't stay in Forks, Bella. Somebody would recognize me even if I only go out to drive to your place. There are a lot of hunters around here that illegally use this land. If they saw that this house was occupied it would raise a lot of questions. I should be 23 years-old, Bella. While most people wouldn't notice a difference right away, they would notice that I don't have a job but still live in the lap of luxury. It would raise a lot of questions," he waited for me to process.

"So…where are you going?" I didn't mean for my voice to crack but it did. A single tear slid down my face.

"I don't know, yet. It's possible that I could stay in a hotel in Seattle. Many businessmen do it for months at a time while traveling," He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"That sounds miserable. Why don't you just stay with me? It's not like Samantha can complain about you being a nuisance. You don't eat, don't sleep, you're great eye-candy, and we have plenty of space," that was the option that I really wanted him to consider.

"Eye candy?" He smiled at me. "What exactly is eye candy?"

"You're hot, Edward. Very pleasing to the eye," I felt my face burn and he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

"Ah, well, I had thought about living with you if you had suggested it. I wouldn't have brought it up on my own, considering we've had a solid three days to process my…return," He looked down at me and I smiled up at him, hopeful. "However," my face fell. "That's no going to work, either. Bella, Samantha doesn't know what I am. It's not easy to hide when I have to stay indoors all the time, I don't eat, I don't sleep, and I leave in the middle of the night for hours and maybe days at a time. She'll get suspicious. Staying with you for a few days is doable, not for the long run," he ran his fingers through my hair.

It hadn't escaped my attention that he has continuously been touching me.

"Then I'll move. We can find a place to stay together. She doesn't need me there. Hell, she's never there as it is!" My heartbeat was erratic. I was desperate to find a solution for all of this. It's not like he had any obligations, did he?

"There's more, Bella," he sat up and pulled me into his lap to face him. "I have been away from my family for a long time. While, I'd much *kiss*, much *kiss*, much *kiss* rather be with you 24/7, they miss me. I admit that I miss them, as well," he wiped the tears out of my eyes. I was openly sobbing, now. I knew what was coming. "But, they're not heartless. They know that there is no me without you."

I grabbed locks of his hair, full force, and pulled him to me. His admission that he was going to Montana was coming soon and I didn't want to hear it. I wanted him to stay in that damn hotel in Seattle to be near me. I wanted to be selfish. Honestly, with everything he put me through, I think I had a right.

Edward tugged on the back of my hair and leaned back to let me breathe.

"Bella, I have to go to Montana with them," he was looking at the ceiling.

"But,…but…you said…," I started choking on my words and tried climbing off of his lap, but his firm grip left me planted in his lap.

"Let me explain," he pleaded with me and wrestled me to keep me in his arms.

"No! No! You said you'd never leave me, again! God, how foolish am I?" I continued my struggle. "I can't believe that I was stupid enough to trust you, again. How could you?…How?…" I was speaking with my eyes closed, unable to meet his stare.

"Bella, please let me explain! I'll see you as much as I can!" he wrestled me to the ground and climbed over me so I was pinned underneath him.

"When, Edward?" I finally met his eyes. "When? Are you planning on attending school there? Did Carlisle get a job? What? How exactly are you planning on seeing me? And, how can I trust that you will? You may leave with them and never return!"

I started gasping for breath…I was hyperventilating.

"Calm down, Bella. Please, baby, calm down," he was trying to caress my face, but I was thrashing about below him.

"Don't call me that!" I choked out.

"Come with us, Bella," I stopped thrashing, but my breaths were still short. Suddenly, my entire body felt exhausted.

"I…I…I don't know if I can, Edward," I focused on his words and the calming of my breaths.

"I know this is all moving fast, Bella, but…the one thing I'm sure of is that I want you. And, I realize that it's unfair for me to ask you to leave this life that you've built for yourself, but I want to be with you more than anything. No,…I have to be with you, Bella. It sounds very "Jerry McGuire", but you…complete me. I won't ever be whole without you in my life," he dropped his head to my shoulder and started kissing his way up my neck.

I had stopped fighting and struggling. There was no need. All I felt was exhaustion and I wanted to shut down for awhile.

"Did Carlisle get a job at a hospital there?" I whispered.

"Yes," he ran his nose along my jaw.

"Are you guys attending High School, again?"

"The others are. My path depends completely on you," he leaned back and looked into my eyes.

We stared at each other for several minutes. He'd break his gaze to kiss me a few times, but I never moved. I never even puckered my lips to offer a kiss back to him. Thoughts were swirling around my head and I didn't want to think.

"Can you let me up?" I whispered almost silently.

He kissed me once more and lifted his body off of mine, lending a hand to help me up.

"Can I take a shower, Edward?" I had already turned my back and was heading up the stairs.

"Of course," he sounded as defeated as I was.

He followed me up the stairs, slowly. I kept my arms folded against my body in a protective stance while he fished out a clean towel for me.

"Take your time. I'll be waiting for you when you get done," he kissed my forehead and turned to leave.

"Edward!" I yelled after him. Suddenly, my heart hit the floor. Wake up, stupid! You can't push him away like that!

"Bella, are you okay?" he was back in the door in half a second.

"I love you," my eyes pleaded with him to believe me.

"Oh, Bella," he rushed to stand in front of me. "I love you, too. I'm sorry about all this. I know it's a lot to process. Just know,…I'm here with you as long as you want me."

I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled into his chest. He rocked me in his arms for awhile before pulling away and turning on the water in the shower.

"I'm going to make you something to eat. Take your time and I'll be downstairs when you're ready," he squeezed my shoulders and walked downstairs.

(Process Time)

I stepped into Edward's shower and was met with his manly essence. He scent always made my head swim. Focus, Bella!

Okay, what just happened? Three days ago Edward walked into my life, confessed his undying love, told me he only left because he thought it was better for me, apologized profusely, took me to see his family who missed me too, kissed me senseless, told me he wouldn't pressure me with Jake, told me he'd never leave me again, we fooled around on the couch like a couple of teenagers (well, technically, he still is a teenager), took a nap wrapped in his arms, and then…he told me he had to leave. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH MY LIFE?

Okay, let's back up. He told me he wasn't leaving me…then he told me he had to. Then he told me, again, that he wouldn't leave me. How is that supposed to make me feel? Does he understand how confusing that is?

I can't breathe without Edward. There is no chance that I would survive without him. Now, I know that he said he would stay with me, but would that make him happy? If he had to hide out in a hotel room most of the time, wouldn't that be a miserable life for him to leave. At least if he went to Montana he would have free reign to do as he pleases. I'm sure he'd have more fun hanging out with his brothers all day than in a hotel room by himself.

Wait, why would he have to be by himself? My only job is working at the club and that's open nights. Maybe he could come work for me? Seattle is pretty gloomy and rainy most of the time, so we could do things during the day if the weather permitted. Really, we could spend every moment together.

When would he go home? He would have to go home and visit his family. He would also have to go hunting somewhere around here, which meant that I'd be alone after the club on occasion. If he stayed, Jake would surely stop talking to me and I'm sure he'd have to vent to Samantha who would, in turn, hate me on principal.

So, why couldn't I go with him? Samantha wouldn't miss me. Maybe Jake would buy out my share of the club?

No, no he wouldn't do that. His life is working at the garage. He would never give that up. I'd miss him, too. It's possible that I could have fallen in love with Jacob. I COULD HAVE. Edward has my heart. I hate to break Jacob's, but it comes down to being happy. I've spent so much of that last few years being unhappy that I think I deserve to be a little selfish in my own love life.

So, how do I know that Edward will make me happy and not just break my heart, again? He has confessed his love for me constantly, but how much of that is substantial? I need something else. Something that will prove, through action, that he truly does want to be with me forever.

I want him to change me.

Yeah,…I want him to change me.

There is no doubt in my mind that my life will be 100% complete when I know, for sure, that I'll be spending the rest of eternity with Edward,…right?

No, no…this is what I want.

This is what I want.

I finally moved from the spot I had been standing for the last 15 minutes. I had red blotches all down my chest from the scalding water hitting me like a torpedo. Grabbing a loufa from the towel rod, I put some of Edward's body wash on it and lathered up. Images of Edward showering with this same loufa assaulted my brain and my entire body turned to mush. I moved the loufa down my body and when I brushed it past my pubic bone I moaned. I didn't moan in pleasure, I moaned in pain.

The area that Edward had been deliciously thrusting himself on was sore beyond anything I'd felt down there. Delicately, I brushed my hand over my core and winced in pain as I washed myself. Don't let him know you're in pain. He'll never do it again.

I dressed in the same clothes of Edward's that I had been wearing and went downstairs. I smelled something wonderful in the Cullen's dining room and headed that way.

"Edward it smells wo…," I paused. I couldn't move. The entire dining room was lit in hundreds of candles. Centered in the middle of the room was a table for two with rose petals scattered all around the table. My meal was waiting for me.

"How?…Oh my God, Edward," I still hadn't seen him yet. He walked up behind me and put his strong around me, swaying gently.

"I hope you're hungry, because I slaved away driving the Dante's to buy you a delicious dinner," he smiled into my neck and I bit my lip trying not to laugh.

"How charming," I turned my head and offered a kiss to him. "Edward this looks amazing. Thank you so much for doing this. I can't believe you got this done so quickly. How did you get into town and back so quickly?"

"Vampire," he smiled at me. "Besides, you were in the shower for 45 minutes. I left a note for you not to panic that I went to get you food, but I beat you back."

He kissed my neck and walked over to my chair, pulling it out for me.

"I feel so underdressed for this. I look ridiculous. Maybe I should go upstairs and at least do something with my hair," I smoothed my wet hair and looked down at Edward's clothes.

"You look stunning. In fact, seeing you in my clothes does very little to my resolve. Very, very sexy, Bella," he smiled shyly at me. If he were human, he would be blushing. "Now, sit…eat…enjoy."

My face was completely flushed as I moved towards him and took my seat. I picked up my fork and he poured me a glass of wine before taking his seat across from me. I took a bite of my salad and it tasted divine.

"Mmm," I felt my eyes roll back in my head as I chewed my food. Food had been the last thing on my mind, but once I tasted it I realized that I was starving.

"Mmm," my eyes slowly lifted to the noise I heard across the table. Edward's eyes were focused on my mouth and his mouth was hanging open.

The look he was giving me was smoldering. That one stare shot a tingly sensation down my belly and it stirred in my core. I sucked in a breath and took another bite, savoring the taste. I closed my eyes, trying to avoid Edward's stare, and swallowed. When I opened them again he was slouching further in his chair and looking right into my eyes.

"Taste good?" His voice was low and husky.

Flirt! Flirt with him!

"Just about the best thing I've ever tasted," I took another bite and chewed slowly keeping eye contact.

"Just about?" He questioned, never blinking or turning away from me.

"MmmHmm," I winked at him, stunning myself by my own sexuality.

"And," he cleared his throat. "what would be the best thing you've ever tasted?"

"It's um,…not what's in my mouth," I swallowed my small bite and looked up at him. "It's what's in your mouth."

He audibly groaned and it sent a new rush of wetness between my legs.

"Edward?" I dropped my fork, loudly.

"Yes, Bella?" His breathing was deep.

"I think I'm full," I sucked in a breath. It was taking everything in me not to crawl across the table and tear his clothes off.

"I bought you desert if you'd like," he licked his lips and looked at mine.

"No, thank you, maybe later," I licked my lips right back.

"Is there anything else I can get for you, Bella?" his lips turned into a slight smile.

I "hmm'ed", got up from my chair, and started to clear my plate.

"No, no. You sit, I'll clean this up. When you've decided what you want, let me know," he kept that sly smirk on his face as he grabbed my dishes and took them into the kitchen.


She was driving me CRAZY!!

I threw the dishes in the trash (I only bought one set for tonight, anyway) and leaned on the counter trying to shake myself out of this mood I was in.

This afternoon had been wonderful, but I felt like I should apologize for what I did to her. I practically begged her to touch me. What kind of a gentleman begs a woman to make him cum?


I'd resorted to physical pain and started hitting myself in the head and pulling at my hair.

The thing is, Bella has blossomed into a sexy, semi-confident, beautiful woman and I was itching to devour her. She no longer had to answer to her father, or ask permission for anything, or try to figure herself out. No, she's Isabella Swan…and she's mine!

I paced back and forth behind the island and tried to calm my hormones and keep them in check. The way she was licking her lips was maddening. When did she become such a seductress?

"Oh, Edward?" I heard her teasing voice coming from the dining room and it pulled me.

I walked through the kitchen door into the dining room and stopped dead in my tracks. There, lying on the table, was my Bella lying on her stomach, naked, with a sheet draped over her. Her feet were in the air and her head was laying on her arms. She wore the sexiest grin on her face.

"Isabella…," my eyes drifted over her silhouette. The name 'Bella' wasn't appropriate for this vixen tempting me before my very eyes. 'Isabella' was a sexy, grown-up name. Perfect.

"What are you doing, sweet girl?" the words left my mouth in a rush.

"My muscles are a little sore from my nap on the couch, today. You asked me what else you could get me…so…I'd like a massage. Do you mind?" She lifted herself onto her elbows and the sheet slipped down her back, giving me a delicious side view of her upper-torso area.

Sweet Jesus!

I couldn't move. I was frozen, literally.

"Um,…you don't have to. I just thought…Well, the way you were looking at me earlier,…and all the candles….I just….," I watched her face blush and embarrassment took over. She really was adorable when she was flushed. She thought I didn't want her? That's laughable!

"No-no," I rushed to her side and tilted her chin up so her eyes could meet mine. As much as I wanted to look down, her eyes held me captive. "You just took me by surprise is all. A massage?" I tilted my head to the side, inquisitively.

"If that's okay?" the look on her face was worry.

"Anything you ask, my love," I kissed her forehead and tore myself away from her lips.

I climbed on the table and straddled her waist. It was clear that she truly was bare beneath that miniscule sheet. I wasn't even sure where she had gotten it from. We weren't exactly completely unpacked here and finding a sheet from a bed that none of us used seemed impossible.

"Hmm, where should I begin?" I mused.

She reached under the sheet and pulled out a bottle of massage oil.

How did she…?

I grabbed the bottle from her and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Isabella, were planning on seducing me tonight?"

I ran my nose along the shell of her ear and made her shiver.

"Actually, I carry it in my purse because it keeps my hands moisturized better than any other lotion. The cold weather dries out my skin. It just came in handy tonight," she glanced back at me and smiled.

"Well, I'm glad you had it," I kissed her neck and sat back in my position.

I folded the sheet down further so that is rest just above her perfect, perfect, ass. My breath whooshed out of my body and I slid my hands up her back and over her shoulders.

"Tell me if I'm being too rough. I don't want to hurt you," I rubbed circles on her shoulder blades before opening up the bottle of massage oil and rubbing my hands together.

"The rougher the better," she moaned and wiggled her hips.

That tiny wiggle was the last straw holding my hormones in check and Little Edward was standing at full attention just above her shaking hips.

"Easy, Love, you have no idea how rough I can be," I applied more pressure and slid my hands down her sides and back up to her shoulders.

"Mmm, that feels good," she took a deep breath and when she exhaled her back cracked.

"Oh My God! Bella, are you okay?" I wrenched my hands off of her body and help them at a surrendering position. Cracking bones can't be a good thing. What did I do?

I thought I felt my heart start beating again in my frantic craze, but calmed considerably when I heard her giggling.

"What, may I ask, is so funny?" I laughed back with her.

"It's okay for my bones to crack when you're giving me a massage, Edward. I actually feel much better since they did," she continued laughing at my expense.

"Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" I tickled her sides, holding her hips in place with my legs. Her laughing increased ten-fold.

"Stop! Hahaha! Stop, Edward!!! I hate being tickled!" She squirmed below me. .

"It doesn't look like you hate it," I continued my antics. "In fact, you seem to be having a great time."

"No, no! OW! OW!" I jumped off the table immediately and assessed her body.

"See, I told you I couldn't be trusted!" I brushed my fingertips against her side and I heard her laugh again.

"You're so gullible, Edward," She smiled at and giggled. Suddenly, I felt like my entire world made sense. The events of my life were all part of some cosmic plan to bring me to this point in my life; this pivotal point in my life.

She was so incredibly beautiful smiling up at me. Her smile reached her ears and her laugh was better than any music I had filed away in boxes or ever composed on my piano. This woman was what my life was all about. I was born and then reborn to find her. As much as I hate to admit it, leaving her was what it took for me to see it. My body would implode if she wasn't near me. She's mine. She will always be mine. Always. Forever….

As I stared at her, that gorgeous face relaxed and her eyebrows pulled together in question.

"Edward, are you…," I cut her off with a fierce kiss.

I stood at the side of the table and pulled her near me, turning her body over in the process. Her chest and flat stomach were exposed, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her chocolate brown ones. Leaning in, I kept my eyes open as my mouth connected with hers in a slower, tender kiss. She hummed into the kiss wrapped her fingers in my hair. Bella's eyes were locked on mine the entire kiss, without a blink.

Please, feel how much I love you, Bella. Please! There are only so many words to describe this love, so…you have to feel it from me. Feel it, Bella…

I cupped her face with my hand caressed her cheek. Every touch that I gave her released a small whimper out of her throat. My hands slid down on it's own accord to her neck and I could feel the blood pulsing through her veins. That blood…it was my undoing before. It scared me. Now,…I see it as a gift. Perhaps that makes me s masochist, but I don't care. Lying beneath her skin is the path to an eternal life with Bella. She could be mine for eternity. One hundred years is really just a short time to be alone when I could have the rest of eternity with this wonderful woman. It would be so great…

I lingered on her neck before dipping down to her collarbone and tracing it softly with my fingertips.

"Touch me," she groaned against my lips and finally closed her eyes. I could tell she was embarrassed by asking.

"I am touching you, Isabella," I slid my hand down her side and circled her hip bone.

"No,…touch me!" She grabbed my hand in hers and pulled it back up her body to caress her breast. She fit perfectly in my hand. Her body was made to fit mine.

"Oh, you're so soft," I lightly caressed her and grazed my thumb across her nipple, making her jump.

My lips trailed to her jaw, spreading scattered kisses all along her flesh while she squirmed underneath my touch. It didn't escape my attention that her hips were gyrating off the table. She had touched me so intimately earlier, it was only fair that I returned the favor.

In a flash, I was on the table and lying between her legs. Her eyes were heavy and her hands were scratching down my chest.

"Take this off," she pulled at my shirt and I ripped it off in a flash.

"Isabella, you should stop me," I balanced on my left hand and slid my right hand down the center of her body.

"I don't want you to stop. I want you to love me," she brought my hand back to her breast.

"I do love you," I leaned down and kissed a trail down her neck and sternum.

"No, make love to me, Edward," her eyes were closed again when I looked up at her.

God, yes, I want to make love to you. I'd worship your body until you were begging me to give you what your body is longing for.

No, we can't make love here. Not like this. Not after only being back in her life for three days.

"Not tonight, Isabella," I drug my lips across her flesh and circled her nipple with my tongue.

"Ugh," she bit her lip. "Edward, I want it. I've only ever wanted you. This ache is killing me and you're the only person who can help me."

Her hips were thrusting into mine. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, successfully dropping the sheet to only cover her sex. Those naked legs were wrapped around me. Those naked legs are wrapped around me!

"You're so tempting, Bella. Let me," she pulled her hips against mine and the animal in me let out a loud groan. "Let me take the edge off for you."

"Edward," she whimpered and continued to thrust up into me.

"Bella," I pushed her hips back down to the table and attacked her nipple, again. I swirled my tongue around it and lightly nipped at her with my lips covering my teeth.

"I don't want to be a charity case," she was arguing but her hands were wrapped in my hair, pulling me closer. "I thought you'd want it, too."

"Oh, Love," I looked up at her and slid the sheet completely off her body. "I want to make love to you. It's been on my mind since I saw you. Hell, it's been on my mind since I met you." I trailed down her stomach and ran my hand down her bare,…Dear God!…her bare sex and palmed her in my hand.

"I want to make love to you, but not here. You deserve better than a dining table," I slid a finger through her folds discovering just how wet she was for me.

"This is perfect, Edward. Mmm, that feels so good," she arched her back and pushed against my hand.

"You at least deserve a bed, romance,…a honeymoon, Isabella. You've waited this long. Shouldn't you wait until your wedding day?" I continued to lathe her other nipple while my finger found her sensitive button and made slow circles.

"Ohh, yes!" Her hips were flying off the table against me. "I wasn't waiting for marriage, Edward, I was waiting for you. UGGGHH!!! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

Bella's hands were frantically pulling the button on my jeans and pushing them down my hips. I hadn't bothered putting my boxer-briefs back on after this morning, so she was met with my throbbing erection practically springing forward into her hand. My pressure on her clit doubled when she took me into her hand and start stroking me.

"Ugh, Bella…you're distracting me. I want to make this good for you," I lay my head in the middle of her chest.

"You are! Faster, Edward!" The fast my fingers circled her clit, the faster she pumped me in her hand. Her head was thrashing about and the moans escaping her mouth were like a drug to me. I needed to hear them.

"Isabella, you're going to make me come. Please, stop. I need you to orgasm, love. Please!" I was the one begging, again.

"Keep talking! I love hearing you like this," she slowed her hand but only slightly. I still felt like I was teetering on the edge.

"Um,…" I laughed nervously, distracted by what to say. "I don't really know what to say. I've never done this before."

"Mmm,…I want you inside me, Edward. Please, put your fingers inside me!" I could barely see those beautiful eyes behind her heavy lids.

I captured her lips with mine for another searing kiss as I explored her sex. I felt the heat radiating from her core and wanted to plunge my fingers into her, but knew I had to take it slow or I'd hurt her.

Always her safety, first. Always. Put her pleasure before you own you caveman!

"Please, Edward!" Her hips thrust against me and I slipped a long finger inside of her. "Uuuggghhh!!!"

I kept still and let her adjust. I wasn't sure how much experience she had with this type of physical love, but I was slowing down on my own behalf, too.

"You look so sexy coming undone," I kissed her, again and let her hips left themselves towards my hand. She was successfully making love to my hand and it drove me crazy.

"I need you to move. I need you to take control. I…I….Please?" She almost looked like she was in pain. I can't have that!

I started thrusting one finger in and out of her while rubbing my palm against her clit. This was all trial and error. Truly, I had no idea what I was doing. I was almost regretting not listening in on more intimate thoughts from others during my long life. What I did know, was that she felt so good around me.

"Ugh, Isabella, you're so warm and so Goddamn tight around me," I dropped my lips to her neck and started sucking lightly on her pulse point, taking great care in not going too far.

"It feels good! And, you feel good in my hand, too. Mmmm!!! Did I do this to you?" She started pumping me harder and faster.

"Christ! Yes! Yes, you did it!" I could help but start thrusting into her hand. She felt so damn good around me. "And, am I the only one who can make you this wet? You smell so good when you're turned on. Sometime soon, I wanna taste your sweet,…UGGHHH, Bella!! I..I…"

I'd fallen apart completely. My hand was moving at vampire speed to help her obtain her orgasm before mine completely shattered my body.

"Come for me, Isabella! Now! I need you to! You're so good at what you're doing to me!" I leaned my head down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.

That's what did her in.

"Yes!!!!! Uuuggghhh!!!! Oh my God, Edward!" Her back was arched so far off the table that it almost looked like she had elevated. Her hand had stilled on my cock, so I covered her hand with mine and mimicked the movements she was making, completely falling apart, myself.

"That's it, Isabella! Uugghh!! I'm coming!" I still our hands and cold streams of liquid landed on Bella's stomach and chest.

Our moans continued to fill the room as we both held still in our positions; hands still on each other.

Lazily, I kissed Bella's swollen lips and laid down beside her. Neither of us said anything to each other before she rolled to her side and wrapped her arms around me. I pulled the sheet up around us and let her relax.

"I can't live in a world where you don't exist, Edward," it was barely a whisper, but I heard it.

"I can't live without you, either. We'll figure this out. I love you, Bella," I kissed the stop of her head. "Do you want to move to the couch?"

This table can't be comfortable for her.

"No, just hold me," she pulled me tighter and yawned. "Thank you for tonight."

"Shh, don't thank me, love. Sleep now. We'll talk more in the morning."

I have a long night of thinking ahead of me.

**I'm not proof-reading this so I hope it turned out okay. Just leave me a little review and let me know how you think things are progressing so far. I know it seems fast, but…he's Edward. You know things won't go THAT fast.**

~Much Love~