Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I don't own Edward and Bella, but I would love to lick his tattoo.

A/N: I want to thank my betas; this would be nothing without them. Also, I would like to give a shot-out to crimsonmarie, because she is my favorite. Seriously, if you aren't already, read her stories.


Saturday nights. Normally, I hate Saturday nights. Sure the work week is over and I can stay up late and sleep in on Sunday. But a typical Saturday night normally leaves me on another wreck of a date or home alone eating ice-cream.

However, this Saturday night was different, one of those rare but perfect ones. My best friend Alice was getting married in two weeks. Tonight was her bachelorette party, which I was co-hosting with our other best friend, Rosalie.

I couldn't remember a time when I hadn't been friends with the two of them. We'd met on the first day of kindergarten, when Alice had been quick to inform both Rose and myself that we were going to be the best of friends. Of course, she'd been right, and since that day, we'd been inseparable, living together all through college and even now.

Alice Brandon was the epitome of big things in a tiny package. She had hazel eyes that sparkled with excitement and just a hint of mischief. Her hair was cut short like a pixie, which is the perfect way to describe her. She was twenty-four, and one of the most determined people I knew. She had studied design and business in school and is now working towards designing her own clothing line which she was calling Il Caro Uno.

She had met her fiancé, Jasper, our freshman year at the University of Washington. Just like she had done with Rose and me, she'd marched right up to him and told him that she had been waiting her whole life for him. Surprisingly, he hadn't gone running, and the two of them had been together ever since.

Jasper Cullen was twenty-five and by far one of the smartest, most kind-hearted people I had ever met. He and Alice were perfect together, and I knew that he loved my best friend unconditionally.

Jasper was lean and tall with sandy blond hair and baby blue eyes. He has an ability to read people in a way I had never seen. That, mixed with his love for researching the human mind, had made him an amazing psychiatrist. He joined an already established firm in downtown Seattle after graduating, but we all knew that one day he would run his own office.

While Alice and I were both short, Rosalie Hale was the exact opposite. She was also 24, like Alice and I, with the looks of a freaking model. She was blonde with piercing blue eyes and legs that seem to go on for days. Rose recently opened her own car detailing business called Nothing But Details.

In college she majored in business, but on the side she worked for a detailing company in Seattle. When she graduated, the man who ran the business set her up with her own shop. It was now one of the most popular body shops in town. She had been dating Emmett, Jasper's brother since our sophomore year of college. He had been asking her out since Alice met Jasper, but Rose being Rose had to play hard to get. Once they got together though nothing could separate them, and the two of them are quite the comedic pair.

Emmett Cullen was the big brother I always wanted. He was 26 years old making him the oldest in our little group, and yet you would never guess it. He was nothing if not playful and can always make me smile with his ridiculousness.

Em was huge. With his six foot five inch frame and 250 pounds of muscle, he can look intimidating. But he was really just a big teddy bear to those he knows and loves. He majored in business with a minor in physical therapy and opened his own gym immediately after graduating. Although the guys come from money, he refused to take anything from his parents, and instead he took out a loan to open the gym. Sweat was an immediate success and he was able to pay back the loan within its first year of business.

Unlike Rose and Alice, I wasn't involved with anyone. I'd only been in one serious relationship, and that had been in high school. It wasn't that I didn't date; I just hadn't met anyone that could or wanted to hold my attention past a few dates.

"Isabella Marie Swan, are you even listening to me?"

"What? Sorry, Alice," I replied sheepishly. "I was spacing out again, I guess. I'm listening now."

"We're here, ladies. Last stop of Alice's big night! Let's do this," Rose yelled while scrambling out of the limo.

I was actually looking forward to tonight. The whole day had been all about Alice's favorite things. We'd had a full spa day including massages, facials, manicures and pedicures, followed by dinner at Alice's favorite restaurant, Palisade. Now we were headed to the newest nightclub in town, Bitten.

We were meeting Jasper and the rest of his bachelor party there. Jasper had convinced his brothers and dad to perform a few songs with him at the club tonight as a surprise for Alice. He had said that it was something they had always enjoyed doing when they were together, but Alice had never had the chance to see it. I could hardly wait to see her face when she saw what he had planned.

We walked into the club, and for what on the outside looked like any other bar we had been to over the last couple of years, it was incredible on the inside. There were three levels, with the dance floor spanning the entire lowest one. Also on this floor there was a DJ booth and small stage. The VIP section was on top with a balcony that looked over the dance floor. On the middle floor was the main bar, surrounded by small bar tables.

We had reserved the VIP section for the party, because fuck if Alice wasn't going to have the best. She deserved it. The guys were already there when we exited the elevator, and had been thoroughly enjoying themselves, by the looks of it. We were going to have to do a lot of drinking in order to catch up.

Shots were poured, appetizers were served, and all of those who didn't already know each other introduced ourselves.

Jasper's bachelor party consisted of his father, Carlisle, my dad Charlie, who was going to walk Alice down the aisle, and some of his friends and family. Of course, Emmett was there as well as their youngest brother, Edward. I looked around but wasn't able to see him.

Ever since we had met Emmett and Jasper, they'd been talking up their baby brother. They'd shown me pictures, told me stories, and built up the image of an ideal guy. He was always so busy with school that I had never had the chance to meet him. Alice was the only one who had.

Then there were the ladies. Besides Alice, Rose, myself and some of our other girlfriends, we had the boys' mother as well as Rose's. Both Esme and Jo had become like moms to us all. Alice's parents had both died in a car accident during our freshman year of college, which was the reason behind Charlie stepping in to give Alice away at the wedding.

Jasper caught my attention and motioned for me to come over.

"Hey, Jas. It looks like you've all had a good night so far," I said, giving him a quick hug.

"Oh, Bells, you have no idea," he replied with a grin. "Edward is getting everything set up on the stage right now and I need you to go and make sure that everything is okay. I'll bring everyone down in about ten minutes."

"Sounds perfect. She is going to love this. I do believe that someone is going to get lucky tonight."

"That's the plan, darlin'. Now scoot," he said, giving me a little shove as he, used his Southern accent that came out of nowhere whenever he was drunk.

I made sure to get Rose's attention so that she knew what I was up to, and I made my way down to the stage. If I was being completely honest with myself, I was actually a little nervous to meet Edward.

Jasper said that until two weeks ago, Edward had been in Maryland at Johns Hopkins University, working on his pre-med undergraduate degree. He was transferring back to Seattle to get his actual medical degree at the University of Washington. Emmett and Jasper were thrilled that their brother was back home, and if they loved him, I was sure I would too.

I approached the stage and stopped dead in my tracks. Standing on the stage was a man who owned the phrase "panty dropper". I knew it was Edward because I had seen pictures of him before, but those pictures did not do the man justice.

He was gorgeous. Tall, lean, and built perfectly. You could tell that underneath his dark, button-fly jeans and tight black t-shirt, that he was toned and fit. He had a layer of sweat on his body, which would normally be a turn off, but it made him appear to glow.

His face was right out of a magazine with high cheekbones and a chiseled square jaw. He had the most beautiful set of lips I had ever seen, just the right shade of pink and just a little bit pouty. I couldn't see his eyes from where I was standing, but I could tell that he had long, dark lashes. That alone was enough to ensure that his eyes would be amazing.

I watched him arrange everything on stage, making sure it was all in place and working properly. I had never paid much attention to a man's hands before, but his hands, with their long lean fingers, deserved to be sculpted and then adored.

He stood up after adjusting something on the floor and raised his shirt up to wipe the sweat from underneath his eyes. I had to squeeze my lips together to contain the gasp that wanted to slip out, because sweet baby Jesus, this man not only had a beautiful face, but a drool worthy body. His stomach rippled and dipped into a sexy six pack and he had the "V for Victory" as I liked to call it. It led straight down to the promised land, pulling my eyes in that direction.

As my eyes scanned his torso, they landed on the sexiest tattoo I had ever seen. It started underneath his left arm and trailed all the way down to his hipbone, thick and all in black. From what I could tell, it was a series of Chinese characters. I was surprised that I was still standing. Never before had the sight of a man made my knees go weak, but that was the only way to describe what I was feeling.

And my panties just got wet.

My eyes continued their path back up his body, and I gasped a little when I realized he was looking right at me, his eyes a blazing emerald green.

He smirked at me, letting me know that he caught me assessing him and hopped off the stage to approach me. I could feel my cheeks heating up already. I had never hated my stupid blush more for always giving me away.

"I'm Edward," he said in a melodic voice as he approached. "You must be Bella. Jasper said to keep an eye out for you."

"Umm, yeah. I'm Bella," I stammered. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks again, and I heard him chuckle.

Great Bella, you're fucking blushing again and sounding like an idiot; I'm sure he is really impressed.

"Everything is all setup. Now I just need the rest of my family and the audience. You can stay right here and wait for everyone else if you want. This is the best seat in the house." He winked at me and climbed back onto the stage.

I stood there, frozen in awe. If I didn't get it together quickly Alice and Rose would know something was up. It would only take them one look at my mouth dangling open like a fish dripping in drool and my eyes wide open and glazed over, and I would never hear the end of it . The last thing I needed was either one of them trying to fix me up with Edward. I didn't need that kind of embarrassment. This man was definitely out of my league.

I heard Alice squeal, and I looked over my shoulder to see the whole group making their way to join me in front of the stage.

Alice came up beside me, practically bouncing on her toes in excitement. She had no idea what was going on, but she had always loved surprises. Rose was on my other side, and I could tell she was just as excited as Alice, even though she knew what Jasper had planned.

Luckily for me, they were both way too distracted to notice the shit-eating grin that was occupying my face.

Everyone quickly gathered around and whistled as Emmett, Jasper and Carlisle joined Edward on stage.

Edward was already standing center stage at a microphone with an acoustic guitar in his hands. Emmett climbed behind the drum set and began twirling the sticks between his fingers. Carlisle went to the right of Edward and picked up a bass guitar, while Jasper was on the left side of the stage in front of a microphone, holding an electric guitar.

Jasper leaned into his microphone before Alice had a chance to question what was happening and cleared his throat. "Howdy everyone, my name is Jasper Cullen. In two weeks I am getting married to this little darlin' down here, Miss Alice Brandon-soon-to-be Cullen. Say hi, Sugar."

Alice blew Jasper a kiss and then threw her little hand in the air, squeaking out a "hi" to the crowd. She then turned in a full circle and ended with a curtsy. She could never pass up the opportunity to be the center of attention, but she quickly turned her focus back to Jasper.

"Tonight we are having our bachelor and bachelorette parties," Jasper said to the crowd, "and I wanted to do a little something special for my Allie. Behind me you'll see my dad and my two brothers, and before you ask, good looks do run in our family." I had never seen him smile so wide. "We are going to be providing you all with a little entertainment tonight. This is for you, Alice."

As his speech came to an end, Emmett yelled out "1, 2, 3, 4" and began drumming. They all looked so at ease on the stage, but my eyes focused in on Edward once again. He stepped up to the microphone and began crooning, his voice just dripping sex. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

I was vaguely aware of the whistles and hollers from the crowd, especially those in our group. I saw Alice spinning and dancing to the music beside me, and I could hear Rose's inappropriate catcalls to Emmett.

But all I could focus on was the way Edward's fingers gripped his guitar, the way his lips moved as he sang and the way his hips swayed to the beat of the music. I couldn't look away.

My eyes scanned his body for what must have been the hundredth time that night, taking in every detail and committing it to memory.

Edward sang the main vocals with Jasper singing backup for all of the songs except the last one. Jasper moved to the microphone Edward had been using while Edward moved to the keyboard that was off to the side of the stage. Jasper looked right at Alice and mouthed "I love you" before launching into the best version of Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flatts, I had ever heard.

As soon as they had finished their songs, Jasper, Emmett, and Carlisle all made their way to their awaiting significant others. I didn't even want to think about what was about to happen in the VIP area as each woman dragged their man towards the elevator.

The rest of our group quickly dispersed throughout the club, and I was once again left alone.

I looked back on stage just in time to see Edward take a swig of water. I watch his Adam's apple bob as he drank. He reached up to run a hand through his hair, and I felt my heart flutter at the sight in front of me.

On the underside of his bicep was another tattoo. This one was underneath his right bicep, and it was the Gemini sign. It was all in black like the one on his torso but looked like it had a tribal design running around it.

Of course, as I was once again studying his perfection, he caught me for the second time. But this time I refused to make a fool of myself. I looked up at him on the stage and gave him a wink paired with the best smile I could manage.

He shot me a brilliant smile before leaving the stage and motioning for me to follow him. We walked silently together up the stairs and towards the bar.

I quickly ordered several shots for both of us. If I had any chance at all of having a normal conversation with him, I was going to need liquid courage, and a lot of it.

After downing my first shot I looked up at him and asked, "So are you glad to be back in Seattle?"

"I am. I enjoyed my time in Maryland, but I missed home."

"I know Emmett and Jasper missed you. They talk about you all the time."

"I'm sure none of it was true," he said with a smirk. "To be honest, they talked about you a lot too."

"Really? What did they say?"

"That I needed to meet you, and that you were beautiful, funny and smart. I have to say I'm disappointed in them. They lied."

My heart sunk at his admission. I tilted my head down and focused my eyes on the floor. I already knew he was out of my league, but to hear him say it was something else entirely.

"Nothing they could have said would do you justice. You have to know you're gorgeous."

He grabbed my hand that was resting on the bar and pulled me closer to him. My head shot up, and I looked into his eyes. I could see that he was telling the truth, not just feeding me a line, and I felt the blush rising from my neck to my face.

"The same goes for you," I admitted with a smile.

He smiled back at me and then ducked his head, almost shyly and I felt him drag his fingers across the tattoo on my wrist.

"How long have you had this?"

"I got it when I turned eighteen. It's the Virgo sign," I said, smiling. I reached out and touched his bicep. "In a way it matches yours."

"It does; I like it. I like the one on your back, too. Why Shakespeare?"

I shouldn't have been surprised that he had noticed, but I was. I was also impressed that he knew who wrote the quote.

"I majored in English and Literature in college and now I work as an editor. I'm also working on writing my own book." The words came out like verbal diarrhea. My two best friends didn't even know about my book. He was just so easy to talk to. I felt comfortable enough to tell him anything. "I've always loved the classics and Shakespeare, Hamlet is one of my favorites. The quote just seemed fitting."

His fingers continued to ghost over my wrist, and I could feel my heart accelerate at his simple gesture. I knew I had to change the subject.

"So what kind of a doctor do you want to be?'

"I'm not one hundred percent sure yet; I go back and forth between Pediatrics and Oncology. They are both so different, but equally interesting," he answered before taking another shot. "I have some time to figure it out, though."

I nodded and took my last drink. Feeling brave as the shots finally warmed my body, I looked up at him and asked, "So can you play any other songs besides what I heard earlier?"

"I can. Would you like me to play something for you?" he replied with a smile.

"Oh, no. That's not necessary, I was just curious," I stammered out. I was once again becoming nervous under the intensity of his stare. Obviously the alcohol wasn't working as well as I planned.

"No, come on. I want to play for you, really," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him back towards the stage.


Why hadn't I listened to my brothers before? They had been telling me for years that Bella would be perfect for me, but I had insisted that I didn't have time for a relationship, especially a long distance one. However, after seeing her tonight, I was eating my own words.

Perfection. That was the only way to describe the beautiful girl standing beside me. While she ordered our drinks, I took the opportunity to once again check her out.

Her brown hair flowed down past her shoulders, wavy and full of volume. I wanted to run my fingers through it. Her heart-shaped face contained small, delicate features, including a pair of voluptuous pink lips that were just begging to be sucked on.

Her body was stunning in a royal-blue, one-strap dress. It came to mid thigh, showing off her long, shapely legs. The neckline emphasized her perfect breasts and long graceful neck in just the right way.

But it was the back that really got to me. Her shoulder blades were exposed, and across the left one was the hottest tattoo I had ever seen. It was all black and written in an elegant script that was surprisingly easy to read. It said, To Thine Own Self Be True.

I thought back to earlier when I had caught her staring at the tattoo on my side and hadn't been able to help the smile that had spread across my face. A pink blush had spread across her cheeks when she realized she'd been caught, making her appear innocent and sweet. I hadn't been able to stay away any longer and had hopped off the stage to make my way over to her.

I had spent the last four years working hard to finish my undergrad. I hadn't left anything behind in Baltimore, especially not a woman. I had never been in a serious relationship. Sure, I'd had my fair share of women but it was mostly one night stands, no matter how hard many of them had tried to make it more. I had never felt the desire to have anything else. At least, not until tonight.

I knew I would eventually want what my brothers and parents had. I'd just never thought I would find it now.

We stood at the bar drinking shots and getting to know each other. The conversation flowed easily between us and there were no awkward silences. The entire conversation was full of flirtation, so when she asked me if I could play any other songs, I decided I wanted to show off for her a little. I wanted to somehow let her know what she was doing to me.

I led her back down the stairs and to the stage, stopping just in front of it, where she had been standing earlier. I leaned in close to her, inhaling her sweet strawberry vanilla scent and pushed her hair back before whispering in her ear, "You just stay right here. And remember that this is all for you." I winked at her and turned away, laughing a little to myself as I felt her body tremble slightly.

I approached the DJ and asked him if he would mind if I did a little solo piece. With the reaction we got from the crowd earlier he said he couldn't object and gave me a nod towards the stage.

My nerves started to gather as I climbed on stage, bringing a chair with me. I placed the chair in the center and adjusted the microphone, grabbing my acoustic guitar before taking a seat.

I heard the song playing come to an end and felt the spotlight hit the stage. It was now or never.

"This song is for Bella."

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had the choice
You've made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

I could hear the applause from the crowd, and I heard my brothers shouting my name. I quickly looked up and saw them both leaning over the railing, giving me a thumbs up.

But there was only one person's reaction I truly cared about. I had watched Bella throughout the entire song. Our eyes had been connected from the beginning to end; I had been unable to look away. As I put my guitar down I knew what I wanted to do, what I had to do.

I approached her quickly and pulled her body flush to mine. I gently pressed my lips to hers, and it felt like everything in my world came together. She wrapped her arms around my neck and sighed against my lips before sinking into me.

I ran my tongue over her bottom lip, silently begging for entrance. She responded by opening her mouth to me and sliding her hands up my neck and into my hair, pulling my face closer to hers. Our tongues intertwined and moved together perfectly in synch.

From the second our lips had met, there had been a jolt of electricity flowing throughout my body unlike anything I had ever felt before. My lust began taking over, and my hands brushed up her sides and along the sides of her breasts. I knew if we didn't stop now, I was going to end up taking her right in the middle of this club.

I pulled back and brushed her hair back from her face, giving me a clear view of her dark, expressive eyes. "Do you want to get out of here?" I asked.

She smiled up at me and nodded before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the elevator.

I had come here tonight to celebrate Jasper and Alice's upcoming wedding and my homecoming. I hadn't been looking for anything more, but somehow I had found a part of me that had always been missing. The words from my song were true. I was already falling.


I knew we were here for Alice and Jasper, but after the song he sang and a kiss like that, there was no way in hell I could stay any longer.

We quickly said our goodbyes, but not before I had received words of encouragement and congratulations from all the ladies in attendance. It relieved me to know that my friends didn't think I was rushing things. Not that it mattered at this point, I was already to far gone.

We made our way to the parking lot as quickly as possible and climbed into Edward's sleek black car. There was a nervous energy flowing between us, and I had to quickly put an end to it.

I grabbed his face and pulled it towards mine, quickly attaching my lips to his. He kissed me back for a minute before pulling away with a sexy grin on his face.

"The faster we get out of this parking lot, the faster I can get you in my bed," he said, reaching over and grabbing my hand. My body was trembling in anticipation as we sped away from the club.

Edward's condo was only a ten-minute drive from the club. As soon as we'd arrived, Edward quickly exited the car and rushed to my side to open the door. He grabbed my hand again and led me inside.

As we entered, I followed his lead and slipped off my shoes. A quick scan told me that he hadn't been living there long. The walls were bare and boxes had been stacked everywhere.

We both walked just inside the entryway to a small hallway. We stopped and stood on either side of the hallway, it felt as though there was an electric-current running between us.

Our eyes remained locked as we entered into a form of cat and mouse, both of us waiting to see who would cave first. Neither of us could resist for long and we both pushed off of the wall at the same time, meeting in the middle.

I lifted my hands to run them through his hair before pulling his face to mine. I needed him and I couldn't wait anymore.

He wrapped his arms around me as he pushed me back against the wall and pressed himself into me. I could already feel his hardness, and I shivered at the sensation.

"Bella, we aren't even going to make it to the bed if you keep this up."

"That's fine with me," I replied as I trailed kisses down his neck. I had no idea where my sudden boldness was coming from, but decided to use it to my advantage.

He put a finger under my chin and lifted my head until my eyes met his. He was staring at me with such intensity that it took everything I had not to look away. "No, I want to do this right."

He reached down and scooped me up into his arms, carrying me into his bedroom. He laid me on the center of the bed before climbing on to join me.

We both sat up on our knees, just taking each other in. This was far from my first time and yet I couldn't help but feel like a nervous virgin all over again. I knew that this was more than just sex.

He reached over and gathered me to him, running his fingers through my hair and kissing me with fervor. I was trying to take it slow, to enjoy every moment, but my body had a mind of its own and I ground myself further into him, eliciting a moan from both of us.

My fingers went to the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it up and over his head. Once the offensive piece of fabric was discarded, I focused my attention on his chest, trailing kisses along his pecs and abs.

The tattoo on his right underarm was much more elaborate than I could have possibly known earlier. It wrapped underneath his bicep and twisted up onto his shoulder in a tribal design. I traced its outline with my finger, loving the way his body shuddered under my touch.

I took another look at the tattoo on his side, and I moaned. "You have no idea what these do to me," I said as I ran my finger along its path and then repeated the trail I had created with my lips.

"Oh, I think I have some idea," he replied. He chuckled as his fingers brushed over the tattoo on my shoulder blade.

He trailed kisses down my neck and shoulder. His fingers were still tracing small circles on my back, finally resting on the zipper of my dress.

He pulled back to look at me, silently asking for permission to which I could only manage a nod. He unzipped the dress and then helped me pull it over my head before throwing it off the bed. I was left in nothing but my blue lace panty set which left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I should have felt exposed and vulnerable, but as I looked into his eyes, I couldn't help but feel beautiful, sexy, even.

His eyes took in my body before he whispered, "Perfect."

I once again pulled his face to mine, and he quickly responded, deepening the kiss. Without moving his lips from mine, he gently leaned me back on the bed and began exploring my body with his hands.

His fingers trailed down the sides of my breasts and across my torso. I was already trembling with anticipation, and this was only the beginning. Edward once again looked at me for permission before unclasping my strapless, front-clasp bra and pulling it from my heaving chest.

He lavished me with kisses, kissing every spot on my body that he could reach. He found my weak spot in the juncture of my neck and shoulder and paid special attention to that area. No one had ever made me feel this way. He was taking things slow, and making me feel worshiped.

He showered my body with kisses, trailing down my arms, my legs, over my stomach and across my breasts. But I needed more. I needed to touch him, to feel him everywhere.

I slowly sat up and crawled over to him, straddling his lap, and my hands instantly went to the buttons on his jeans. My fingers were trembling as I quickly popped the three buttons open. My fingers grazed his hardness, and he hissed as a result of my touch.

He gently pushed me back into the bed, before quickly removing his pants and covering my body with his. I could feel every muscle in his hard body pressed against mine as his kissed me. His boxers and my panties were the only things left between us.

He withdrew from my lips, causing me to whimper at the loss, but he quickly began trailing kisses all over my body. His palms pressed into my breasts, sending a jolt through my body from my head to my toes.

His erection was pressed into my leg and I couldn't help but push against it. I wanted him to feel at least a fraction of what he was making me feel.

I trailed my hands over his back and shoulder blades, scraping my nails along the path I was making. I reached the band of his grey boxer briefs and tugged on them, pulling them down. He rolled us onto our sides, removing them all the way and kicking them off the bed.

His warm hands cupped my breasts again before kneading one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He slipped the other hardened peak between his lips, and gently sucked on it. I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs, and I pushed my hips into his, looking for some sort of relief from the ache there. He switched sides, making sure to pay equal attention to each breast.

I pulled back slightly, taking the time to admire his whole body. If a penis had ever deserved to be glorified, it was this man's. I wrapped my hands tightly around his hard, smooth length and began to gently pump him.

"I need to touch you," he said as his hands once again began running down my body before stopping right above where I needed him most.

He hooked his fingers into the band of my panties and began pulling them down my legs. I lifted my hips slightly and helped him remove the last piece of clothing separating our bodies.

As soon they were off I felt his fingers brush against me. "Oh God, Bella, you're so wet. Did I do this? Did I make you wet?" he asked, his voice dripping with lust.

"Y-yes," I managed to squeak out. I could barely form a coherent thought after hearing the sound of his voice talking dirty to me.

I felt two of his fingers enter me. He began pumping them in and out while his thumb rubbed circles on my nub. He wasn't doing anything that hadn't been done before, but this felt different. My entire body was on fire and trembling, but even more than that, my heartbeat was uncontrollable.

He shifted on the bed and placed his body between my thighs. I could feel his warm breath fanning across my folds as he placed soft kisses along the inside of my thighs.

I lifted my head to look down at him just as he placed his tongue on my bundle of nerves. Nothing, had ever felt as good as this man's tongue on me. He moved it expertly along my folds, playing with my slit and nuzzling my most sensitive spots. I reached down and weaved my fingers through his hair, holding him there and praying that he never left his place between my legs.

It didn't take long before I felt myself fall over the edge; he didn't stop moving his tongue as he licked me clean. His fingers continued to move gently inside me as I rode out my orgasm.

When my breathing had finally returned to normal, he withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss.

"You taste fucking exquisite," he said as he slithered back up my body, kissing a path up to my lips, before kissing me deeply. I could taste myself on his tongue, turning me on even more.

I attempted to push him back, wanting to lavish him with the same attention that he had given me, but he held me in place. "If I don't get inside you right now, I'm going to explode" he whispered in my ear.

My head was spinning and my body was trembling. I could barely form a coherent thought; all I knew was that somehow all of this felt right. "Oh God, Edward, please," I whimpered.

His head rolled back to his shoulders and he groaned in reaction to my words. He began kissing me again, and this time the kisses were soft and sweet but full of passion. Our hands were weaved into each others hair tugging gently.

I felt his erection pressed against my thigh, and I reached down to grab him in my hands. I guided his tip to my entrance, unable to wait any longer, but his voice stopped me.

"Bella, look at me."

I stared deep into his eyes, and he held my gaze as he pushed all the way inside me, both of us moaning as we joined fully.

Never before had sex felt like this. I didn't know if it was the eye contact, which neither of us could break, or if it was something else, but it felt like we were two parts of a whole, finally joining together for the first time.

"So tight…so warm…so good," he mumbled, still not moving inside me.

Finally, after we had both adjusted to each other, we began rocking together, both of us exploring each other with our hands and mouths. I couldn't get enough of him, couldn't get close enough, and it seemed like he felt the same way.

I pulled him closer to me and began trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses from the base of his throat up to his ear before tugging his lobe gently with my teeth. "Harder, Edward, please. I need more… all of you."

I heard him groan, and his hips began moving faster against mine. He slipped his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly off the bed. My thighs spread open further, granting him deeper access, and he began moving in me harder than before.

I felt the all-too-familiar warmth spreading throughout my body, and I knew I was close. I could tell from his sounds and breathing that he was, too. He withdrew one hand from underneath me and sat back on his calves, pulling my body up to his and continuing to thrust into me.

He began drawing furious circles around my clit. "Bella, I'm so close; I want you to come with me. Can you do that, beautiful? Are you ready?"

"Oh mother of hell, yes-yes I'm ready," I screamed out, unable to control myself and too far gone to be embarrassed by my words. Between the new angle and the caress of his fingers, I couldn't hold off my release.

He began pumping into me harder; our motions became erratic and clumsy as he pinched my clit between his fingers. I screamed out, and we released together, both moaning the others name repeatedly.

His body collapsed on mine as we tried to control our breathing. I trailed my fingers up and down his spine, holding him to me, not wanting to break our connection yet. I didn't want what was happening between us, the emotions or the union to end.

All too soon, he rolled off of me, breaking our connection, but quickly pulling me to him. I snuggled into his side with my head on his chest before saying, "That was-"

"Perfect. Never-it's never been like that for me before, Bella. Never."

"I know. I feel the same way. Perfect."

He leaned over and gently kissed my forehead, then my nose. His lips found my mouth and lingered there before placing one last kiss on my neck. He pushed his face into my hair and nuzzled further into me. I heard his breathing even out and I knew he was asleep.

I felt myself drifting off, feeling warm and safe in his arms. My last thoughts before submitting to sleep were that I was finally exactly where I was supposed to be.

A/N: So what do you think? Hit or miss? Continue or leave alone? This was my first EVER attempt at writing so I would love to hear some feedback.

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