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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters – They belong to Stephanie Meyer and the Twilight Saga. The poem is 'Daffodils' by William Wordsworth.

From the moment I took my seat between Eric and Lauren I knew that letting my mind wander would be the best option. Every English lesson is the same – Eric attempts to capture my attention with his 'subtle' winks and cheesy compliments while Lauren scrutinizes her manicured nails and frequently slips in snide remarks.

Despite the seating arrangements I loved the class. Not that the teacher had anything to do with that, at least that's what I've been telling myself the past two months since he started here.

Oh, Mr. Cullen. If only you knew.

His artistically dishevelled hair, complete with hints of bronze was enough to make Forks High's female population drool over. Pair that with piercing green eyes that I could drown in and you get the sighing. His chiselled jaw with a dusting of stubble gave him that rugged, manly look – not that he needed that if his sizeable muscles that flexed under his snug, black polo shirt were anything to go by.

While the rest of the class found their seats and settled down I focused on the man at the front of the room. He stood behind his organised desk, leaning forward to read from a sheet of paper. What I wouldn't pay to be stood behind him right now because I'm sure the view would be worth it. He was wearing dark blue jeans which fit him perfectly, his outfit was practically begging the girls to admire it.

The lesson began but I was lost in my fantasies where my hands were tugging on that sex hair as his hands grasped at my waist. He licked his lips as I looked up at him with my bottom lip pulled between my teeth. His face inched closer to mine and my heart rate sped up, his lips only centimetres from mine when... "Miss Swan!" … my thoughts were rudely interrupted and I snapped back to reality, the heat rushing to my cheeks.

"I would appreciate it if you paid attention in my lessons. Day dreaming when you should be learning is not going to get you qualifications, Miss Swan. Please see me at the end of the day."
"Yes, sorry sir." His eyes closed momentarily and he sighed almost inaudibly before continuing where I assume he had left off.

The rest of the time flew by. I made sure to at least look as though I was following what he was saying, even if my mind was elsewhere. I avoided eye contact with anyone, especially Mr. Cullen. My embarrassment was threatening to burn me alive, I'd never allowed myself to get so carried away before. My fists clenched and unclenched under the table as I silently cursed myself for my stupidity.

This was new territory for me. I'd never found myself attracted to someone like this before and I had never been called back at the end of the day. I was the quiet, attentive and well-behaved student that only ever saw the punishments being dished out, but for once I was on the receiving end.


Everyone began to sweep their belongings off their desks and into their respective bags and a glance at the clock confirmed it was the end of the lesson, only gym was left now before I'd have to face the consequences of my daydreaming.

During gym I explained my situation to Angela, leaving out what I was actually thinking about in English when I was supposed to be listening. Many sympathetic smiles and reassurances later I returned to the locker room to change out of my sports kit and into the blue blouse and grey skinny jeans that my best friend and personal stylist Alice Brandon had forced me into this morning. I refused to wear the black, strapped pumps she had thrust at me, reminding her of my unfortunate lack of balance. She had given me a pair of flat, black boots instead, which came to just under my knee.

Alice rarely let me dress myself, she'd pull out her puppy dog eyes and accuse me of ruining her chances of making it in the profession because of lack of practice. I'd always roll my eyes at her dramatics, but we both knew I'd give in.

"Shoot!" I hissed as I clamped a hand over my eye in a feeble attempt to protect it from further damage. I scrunched my eyes up before opening them and blinking, my eyes watering from the pain. "What's up?" Angela asked, turning me to face her. "I have something in my eye." I told her, trying not to blink.

"Here, let me have a look." She tilted my head up slightly, peering into my left eye for a few moments. "It's just a little bit red but I can't see anything." she assessed with a shrug. "Great. I'm going to have to take my contacts out." I huffed in annoyance. I hated wearing glasses, it was something I avoided at all costs.

I found a space in front of a mirror, slipping in between the girls applying unnecessary amounts of foundation and mascara. "Did you see that top he was wearing today? It left nothing to the imagination. I couldn't take my eyes off him the whole lesson!" Jessica squealed to the girls surrounding her. "My days, I know! I'd read his story any day." someone added and a round of giggles ensued. "Mr. Cullen is one book I wouldn't mind uncovering." retorted Jessica with a wink which was reflected in the mirror. Once I realised they were making crude innuendos about the teacher I was soon to face I made quick work of removing my lenses, returning to Angela's side where we shared a knowing look.

As I pulled my glasses from my bag and put them on I groaned. "You look... sexy" Angela informed me, waggling her eyebrows and chuckling at my failure to keep a straight face. Once we'd recovered I checked my watch, hastily stuffing my kit into my bag when I realised I needed to be on my way to Mr. Cullen. "Good luck, Bella!" Ange shouted after me as I headed up the stairs.


I knocked on the door, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. I wasn't doing anything wrong, as such. Everyone has off days, right? So it'll be okay. "Come in." The familiar voice called through the door.

I slipped the door open slowly, peering through the gap before entering the room. Mr. Cullen looked up at me from where he sat at his desk, pen in hand and tongue poking between his lips in concentration. Hell, he looked cute. Oh Crap, I did not just think my teacher looked cute. Save me. He's a grown man, for God's sake.

"Are you planning on standing there the rest of the night, Miss Swan?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I hadn't even noticed that I'd stopped a foot from the door. "No, Mr. Cullen." I responded, my eyes trained on my boots. He stood up and walked around his desk to lean against it, his long fingers holding onto the edge as he faced me. I moved forward and dropped my bag on the floor next to the table on my left.

"Right, I assume you know why you're here?" He asked, his gaze meeting my own. "I think so, sir." I admitted somewhat sheepishly. "It's clear you weren't paying attention to anything I was saying today. That's not behaviour I can associate with you, Miss Swan. Is everything okay?" the concern in his tone as he voiced his question was clear which surprised me. He genuinely wanted to know the answer. "Yeah, it's fine. I was just... my mind was elsewhere." I stammered, letting my hair fall round my face as a curtain to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks.

"Well, you're going to have to catch up now. I wouldn't normally do this but I'm willing to go through today's work with you now."

"Thank you. I'm really sorry, it won't happen again."

"You're an excellent student Miss Swan but we all have our off days, it's only natural. However, I wouldn't want you to get behind because of that." He complimented with a smile, causing my blush to return.

"Right, let's get started." He continued, pushing himself away from the desk and walking past me to the whiteboard and picking up a marker. I stepped backwards and sat myself on the desk, shuffling backwards and crossing my legs. I leaned back on my palms and bounced my foot as I listened to him talking about the famous English poet William Wordsworth.

As Mr. Cullen wrote facts and phrases on the board I watched the way the muscles in his forearms flexed, almost mesmerised by the movement. This time I remembered to listen to what he was saying, successfully avoiding a repeat of this morning's embarrassment.

"As I'm sure you know, his most famous poem is 'Daffodils'. His original version was written in 1804 but published in 1807, and is actually the version I prefer, as opposed to his revised and elongated version which he completed and published in 1815. Am I right in assuming you've heard of the poem?" Instead of nodding to confirm that I had heard of the poem I recited the first stanza.

"I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze."

When I finished I bit my lip nervously, looking shyly up at my teacher. There were few poems that I knew by heart but it just so happened I had been fascinated by this poem ever since I was a child. Only Angela knew of my love for poetry, I had been to embarrassed to share that information with Alice yet Angela also had a passion for literature and poetry so I felt safe sharing my secret.

It was a moment before Mr. Cullen spoke, he just stared at me in a stunned silence, his eyes wide and penetrating. Our eyes locked and I looked down quickly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. I saw him make as though he was going to move towards me but he stopped suddenly. Before I knew it he was reciting the rest of the poem in almost a whisper. I couldn't help but return my gaze to face in awe. My whole body tingled as I listened to him speaking the words I knew so well. So, so beautiful.

"The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: -"

He walked forward, this time with no hesitation. I chewed my lip and tried to focus on my breathing, looking away from his face, choosing to look at my swinging foot instead.
"A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:"

He lifted my chin with a finger and ducked his head slightly so he could look straight into my eyes. He was staring at me pointedly and intensely as he spoke the next two lines.
"I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:"

My breath caught in my throat and my heart beat sped up significantly. It was pounding in my ears and I silently prayed that he couldn't hear it. His breath fanned over my face, making it hard to think. It was so warm and sweet, leaving my mind in a haze. I licked my lips out of habit and I didn't fail to notice how his eyes flickered downwards, watching the motion.

"For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils."

As the last few words left his mouth he ran his thumb gently across my lips and I froze, not even blinking until he moved away and cleared his throat.

"Well. You errm... you seem to know that one quite well. That's good, saves us having to go through it thoroughly. Right... so now to analyse the poem. I'm sure with you this shouldn't take long." He rambled on, scrubbing a hand through his face before running it through his messy hair. I watched in silence as he wrote the first stanza on the board in his immaculate handwriting.

He turned back to face me, his brow slightly furrowed. "What?" I asked, twisting my hands in my lap. "You've never worn glasses before. You weren't wearing them this morning." He stated in an accusatory tone as he crossed his arms across his chest. "Yeah, I normally wear lenses." I answered. "Why?" he questioned with genuine curiosity. "They don't really suit me." I explained to him.

Alice always told me how much she loved them but I chose not to believe her, instead opting for contacts. I also didn't want to come across as your stereotypical book worm. " I don't agree." He declared simply and the air grew tense again. I thanked him quietly, trying to break the silence that was now threatening to suffocate us in the small classroom.

"Could you... do you mind passing me that book on my desk? The anthology." I looked over to his desk, spotting the book he meant and hopping up from my place on the table. "Sure." I agreed, thankful for the opportunity to hide my face.

I took my time walking to his desk, wanting to grant myself as much time as possible before I had to look at him again. His actions while reciting the poetry had been inappropriate and only added fuel to my fire. I now wanted him more than I ever had before but it was wrong, I knew that much. I was confused to say the least.

I leaned forward, stretching over his desk to reach for the book which was at the other end. My fingers brushed the edge of the book and I tried to slide it closer. I felt my blouse ride up a few centimetres from my movement and there was a sharp intake of breath from somewhere behind me and I immediately pulled back with the book clasped in my shaking hand.

Two strong hands grasped my hips firmly and I let out a shaky breath. "Thank you, Miss Swan." He whispered huskily into my ear before reaching around to ease the book from my fingers. I heard him sigh before retreating and I took the opportunity to inhale deeply but his scent swam in the air around me, only serving to increase my heart rate further. I gulped, unsure of what to expect when I pivoted to face my teacher.

When I was once again facing him, his forearm was pressed against the board and his forehead was leaning on it. I could sense his frustration and I was internally debating whether to slip out of the classroom while he was distracted. I decided against it, settling myself back onto the table I had previously occupied.

Mr. Cullen straightened up and opened the book, reading through whatever was on the page. "Okay, Miss Swan. If you could annotate this first paragraph for me." He said, holding the board marker out towards me without making eye contact. "Themes, form, structure and meaning?" I checked while I pretended to be incredibly interested in the writing on the board so that I could abstain from seeing the expression on his face. "Please, if you don't mind." was his muffled response.

I got started straight away, working from bottom to top. The task was a welcome distraction, occupying my thoughts and allowing me to return to familiar territory, so to speak. I had no idea where sir was standing, the room was silent except for the squeak of the marker as I scrawled across the smooth, shiny surface of the board in my messy handwriting.

I stood on my tiptoes, my left knee slightly bent as my foot lifted off the ground as I attempted to reach higher on the board to continue my analysis. My right arm was fully extended and I leant against the board with my left hand to steady myself as I wrote.

Two hands clamped down on the board, one on either side of my head, effectively trapping me where I was. I gasped in surprise, dropping the pen on the floor. We were so close yet our bodies weren't touching. I could feel the electricity pulsating through the air, sending a shiver down my spine. His breath fanned over my left cheek as Mr. Cullen moved forward to whisper in my ear, our skin still not making contact.

"How do you expect me to control myself when you pull a stunt like that, Miss Swan?" He murmured into my ear causing me to whimper embarrassingly. My breathing sped up noticeably and his lips brushed my lobe, but only just. "I.. I don't know what you mean, sir." I stumbled over my words, fear and anticipation flooding through me. "Oh, I think you do Miss Swan." His right hand moved from the board and his fingertips trailed slowly along the exposed skin below the hem of my blouse.

"The way you stretch up, your skin taunting me each time. The way you leant across my desk, oh God the view... that position. I nearly lost it right there." A small moan escaped my lips as his words went straight to my core. I squeezed my thighs together but my movement didn't go unnoticed.

Fingers moved down over my hip, behind my knee and then they continued their path, tracing painfully slowly up the inside of my leg, leaving a burning trail in their wake. His fingers inched closer to where I wanted them most and my wetness pooled between my legs. I groaned in annoyance as his fingers moved along the curve below my ass instead of continuing upwards, this elicited a low chuckle from him.

I spun around to face him, biting my lip and still not touching him although desire pounded through my veins. "Why didn't you?" I breathed out, desperate to distract him from his teasing. "Because... because this is wrong, so very wrong. But I can't stop, it's too late. It feels so right." He admitted, his eyes meeting my own and I could see the lust and need surfacing.

The pad of his thumb ran over the lip which I held between my teeth and he tugged on it gently. "Every time. The way you look, so innocent yet sexy. Biting you lip and looking up through your lashes. Don't you know what that does to me?" He licked his lips as he looked at my lips and I parted them slowly, licking them the way he had done while watching his expression. He let out a low, throaty moan which made my knees go weak.

I tilted my body so there were mere inches between us. "I'm so, so sorry sir. I didn't mean to cause you any discomfort. But you're not entirely without blame." I don't know how I had become so bold but they had achieved what I had been wanting ever since I first saw him. His mouth was on mine in a flash, his body pushing mine backwards until I was flat against the board. Our lips moved in a desperate frenzy, his arms once again pinned me in place and I looped my fingers into the front pockets of his jeans, pulling him in closer until our bodies were flush.

He moaned into my mouth, my state of arousal increasing ten fold. My lips parted and his tongue ran along my bottom lip, asking for permission and I granted it without thought. I needed more, anything I could get.

His hand moved to my thigh, pulling it up onto his hip and I wrapped my arms behind his neck before lifting my other leg. I could now feel his erection pressing against my lower belly and I shifted my weight in an attempt to gain height so that I could feel him where my need was making itself known. My fingers ran through his wild, sex hair, tugging so that our kiss deepened.

As I lowered myself slowly, rubbing my core against his erection, he growled sexily, only adding to the sensations I was feeling. The friction increased my need for him and my body moved faster. Despite the two layers of denim separating us, I felt as though there were no barriers. I pulled away to catch my breath, "Oh, God." I panted, as eloquent as ever. "That's, oh, God Mr. Cullen, it feels so good." He began planting kisses along my jaw, making his way toward the sensitive part behind my ear where he nipped and sucked at the skin. I whimpered, overcome by the situation.

"You'll be the death of me, Bella." The way my name sounded in his velvety voice was incredible and I mewled in response. I was carried to the door, one of hands raked down his firm chest and I ran my teeth along his ear lobe. "Hold on." He instructed and I tightened my grip on him as one of his hands left my thigh. The lock clicked and his hand returned, this time holding my ass, kneading the soft flesh.

"Tell me, what had you so distracted today?" He asked, sucking on my ear. A blush crept to my cheeks as I remembered. My earlier thoughts had not been so far from my current situation. "I was just thinking." I said, hoping he wouldn't want me to explain more. "No. You're not getting away with that." he laughed at my defeated expression. "I was thinking about you." I admitted reluctantly. "Mmhm. I'd hoped as much." He smirked at me and I ran my hand down his torso until I reached the hem of his shirt, deciding that two could play at this game.

His eyes closed and his breath hitched as I brushed his skin with my fingers. "What about me, exactly?" He probed, "It must be good if your blushing." I kissed him hungrily before responding shyly. "About us, this." I rubbed against his erection slowly to emphasize my meaning and he walked us to his desk, setting me down on the edge in front of him.

"You're not as innocent as you look, are you Miss Swan?"
"No, sir. I'm really not."

"I think I need proof, I don't believe you're as bad as you claim. Show me what you fantasize about, Miss Swan." He encouraged as his knee slipped between my legs, forcing them apart.

"Oh, I am Mr Cullen. I've had plenty of time to picture this moment... sir."

"It's so hot when you call me that. You'll be screaming my name soon enough, Bella." He purred seductively in my ear. "Show me." he encouraged and I pulled his shirt up over his head before attacking his eager lips with my own.

My hands moved to his jeans, making quick work of undoing the button and pulling down his zip. He kicked off his shoes and socks and I pushed down his jeans as far as I could reach before using my feet to push them to his ankles. He kicked them off and I took a moment to take in his appearance, his long, muscled legs and his well defined chest.

My eyes lingered on the protrusion of his cock in his boxer shorts, finally freed from the confines of his jeans. When I finally tore my eyes away from the bulge in his boxers I saw he was smirking at me, his eyes dancing with humour. "See anything you want?" he chuckled, "Nothing too impressive." I answered defiantly. "You'll pay for that." He promised and my stomach fluttered at the thought. Before I knew it his lips were on mine and his fingers were working quickly to undo the buttons on my top. My blouse was then removed and Mr Cullen was now staring openly at my breasts, barely covered in a lacy, red bra. My cheeks burned as my self consciousness got the better of me and I shifted awkwardly.

His gaze met mine and he cupped my cheek with his hand, kissing me slowly. "Don't be embarrassed, Bella. You're beautiful." His fingers ran up my stomach, trailing a path through the middle of my breasts and tracing the fabric of the cup making me moan with pleasure. "Perfect." He muttered as his fingers continued over my shoulder and down to the clasp of my bra. He placed chaste kisses along my shoulder and up my neck as he undid my bra and let it drop to the floor.

His left hand moved to my hip and his right went to cup my breast, gently kneading and rolling the soft flesh. I threw my head back and whimpered at his touch, never knowing it could feel this good.

I then felt his mouth sucking on my other nipple and gently tugging it with his teeth, my hands travelled to his hair and I used it to hold his head in place, needing more, not wanting him to stop. His mouth left my breast and he blew onto my wet skin and I cried out, arching my back. "Please, I need you." I begged unashamedly. "I've waited so long to hear you say that."

He crouched down and wrapped a hand around my calf before unzipping my boot and removing it slowly, next he repeated the motion with my other shoe and ran his hands up the outsides of my legs. He growled and he slipped his fingers into the waistband of my jeans, sliding them from my hip to the front. He looked into my eyes and tugged the denim, asking if I was ready. I nodded desperately and I lifted up my hips to help him as he yanked the offending items down past my knees and over my ankles before discarding them on the floor with the rest of our clothes.

He pushed me backwards so I was lying back against his desk. I was slid further onto the desk so that my knees were bent over the edge. I felt his knee slide between my legs on the desk and he manoeuvred himself so that he was above me, holding his weight with his arms braced on either side of my head.

I wrapped my arms behind his neck and easing his face down so I could kiss him. Reality hit me and I giggled, he smiled down at me, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "What's so funny, beautiful?" He asked with a raised eyebrow which was an incredibly attractive look on him. "I'm kissing Mr Cullen." I whispered conspiratorially and my behaviour rewarded me with one of his panty dropping smirks. Come to think of it, that's the only thing I hadn't dropped... yet. "You and him are going to be doing more than kissing if I have my way."

"I'm counting on it." I breathed into his ear and my hand slipped down between our bodies to stroke his cock through the cotton which was dampened with his pre cum. "Christ Bella, so good." His hips rocked into my hand a few times but then his hand slipped down to meet mine and pulled it up over my head. I pouted up at him and he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it. "Later." He assured me moments before his hand brushed against my wet underwear.

"I'm thinking these can go."

"I think so too." Mr Cullen shimmied my matching lacy, boy shorts down my legs, his leisurely pace was making me impatient. I writhed beneath him as he bent one of my legs up to slip the fabric over my foot, then replacing my leg on the desk and raising the other to completely remove my boy shorts. To my dismay I realised that I didn't know his actual name I needed to rectify this before things went any further.

"What's your name?" I asked my Greek God of a teacher, "Isn't it a little late for introductions? It's been a couple of months." He responded, raising his eyebrows at me questioningly and I shook my head. "No, Mr Cullen. Your first name." I explained and understanding dawned on his face. "Edward." He stated simply and I smiled, "Edward." I repeated and he groaned, closing his eyes. "I love the way you say my name, so sexy."

I smirked at him and licked me lips, "Ohhh Edward!" I moaned out with exaggeration but I gasped when I unexpectedly felt his finger glide up my slick folds, circling my clit before trailing back down. He repeated the motion and I whimpered at his touch. "Now I'll give you something to moan about, Isabella."

"More, please, more." I panted hungrily as I lifted my hips to meet his fingers. "You're so wet for me, Isabella." Edward's finger slowly changed course, slipping into me and pumping slowly in and out. "Oh, God. Edward, more, Ed.. Edward. Amazing." Another finger was added, his pace quickening each time and his thumb circling my sensitive clit. I felt the spring in my stomach begin to coil and I rocked my hips in sync with his fingers. Each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. "I'm so close, Edward... so.. close" I cried out as his fingers twisted, hitting the perfect spot and my muscles were contracting around his fingers. "Come for me, Bella. So, beautiful."

"Edward, oh, wow, Edward, so good." I moaned his name as I rode out the waves of my orgasm, his talented fingers still pumping in and out slowly as my muscles relaxed. "You're so tight," he breathed, "That was amazing, Bella. I need you right now." His eyes burning with lust and need. I reached for the wrist of the hand which had been inside of me and lifted it so his fingers were inches from my lips. I closed the distance, sucking his fingers into my mouth and pulling them out again.

My actions elicited a long, sexy moan from Edward and I licked my lips, looking at him innocently. "That was so erotic, Bella. I need to be inside of you." He begged and I smirked, "later." I told him, using his words from earlier, "Now it's my turn." I pushed against his shoulders and he quickly understood and rolled over so he was on his back.

I straddled him and began kissing the skin above the waistband of his boxers, licking up the V that disappeared below the cotton. I then eased the fabric down his legs, throwing his boxers to the floor. I became incredibly wetter as I took in his naked form. He was incredibly well endowed and I worried momentarily that he wouldn't fit inside of me. It's not as if I've had much experience.

I licked my lips before moving my lips to his cock and wrapping my hand around the base. I kissed down the length slowly and he groaned. I gently stroked up towards the head and back down, taking it slowly. He grew impossibly harder in my hand and I swirled my tongue over the head, tasting his pre cum and moaning at his sweet, salty taste. I carefully took him into my mouth a small way before sliding him in further.

As I pulled up I moved my hand up his shaft at the same time, squeezing slightly as I went. A moan slipped through my lips and Edward growled, bucking his hips slightly. I started to move faster as I became surer of my actions, taking Edward's moans and gasps as encouragement. An idea came to me and I released his erection from my mouth and blew gently onto the wet skin of his cock while continuing to stroke him with my hand. "Oh, Jesus. Bella, stop, please." I looked up at him through my lashes as I halted my actions.

"If you keep that up I'm never going to last." He commented with a chuckle and I'm sure he muttered 'tease' under his breath. Edward grabbed my hips and rolled us over so that he was once again hovering above me. I ran a hand through his sex hair, noticing the sheen of sweat that covered him body. "I can't take it any more, Bella. I need to fuck you." He breathed with a sense of urgency and I nodded my head, "Please, Edward." I begged frantically. His hand slid between us and guided the head of his cock to my opening, running it through my wet folds before returning to my entrance. He paused and I lifted my hips in encouragement.

"Are you sure?" He checked, holding my gaze. "Yes!" I all but shouted and he entered me slowly. I felt my walls stretching to accommodate his girth and I whimpered at the sensation of being filled up. "You're.. so... tight." He panted before kissing me hungrily and pushing in the whole way. I gasped into his mouth and one of his hand moved to my breast, rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers and palming the flesh. My hands tugged at his hair of their own volition and he groaned loudly, the sound going straight to my core.

Edward pulled out most of the way before pushing back in again, slightly faster than before. "Faster." I demanded and I rocked my hips in time with his as his thrusts became frantic. He grunted as he pumped in and out of me and I whimpered and moaned in response as the spring began to coil inside of me once again. "Those noises, so hot. You're amazing, so good, warm." he huffed in a strained voice, bringing me closer to the edge. His hand left my breast and circled my sensitive clit quickly and I writhed and bucked my hips.

His thrusts became harder and faster and I knew he was close, as was I. "I'm... so... close. So.. close." he muttered between grunts. "Come for me, Bella." he pleaded and with a few more thrusts my orgasm crashed over my, my walls contracting around his cock as my body shuddered. "Oh, God. Edward, I'm, oh, I'm.. coming, Edward." I panted out, "Oh, Bella, Fuck." he groaned, just as I felt his warm release inside me, his movements slowing as we rode out our orgasms. Our chests heaved as we recovered, Edward's hard body was pressed lightly against mine. "That was amazing, Bella."

I giggled, which did strange things to our current position and my breath hitched in my throat, Edward's heart beat pounding faster against my chest. "I don't think I'll be able to hand in the assignment next lesson, Mr Cullen." I frowned up at him.

"That sort of behaviour won't be going unpunished, Miss Swan." he answered with a kiss and we laughed, basking in our new found euphoria.

Author's Note:

That was my first story. It actually took me longer than I thought it would to write but it's here now.

Let me know what you thought of my inner smuttyness ;)