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AN: I AM SO FUCKING SORRY. I swear, I never intended to take so long to update. Y'all know me by now, and RL screws me over every ten minutes. If you're still here, I love you more than kitty purrs.


There was a quite a spread left by his overly friendly neighbor, but I couldn't stomach any of it. She gave me the creeps, and no matter what Edward said, she wanted a piece of him, or at least thought about it and that bothered me.

It bothered me to think about anyone wanting what I had. I'd waited a long time for him, and I wasn't giving him up for anyone.

We retired to the living room after we cleaned up the food and found ourselves on the couch. It was my favorite place in his entire house. It was a comfy couch, wide and soft and warm, and we both fit perfectly.

Snuggling was something very new to me, and it seemed like it was something Edward loved. I wasn't complaining, at all. It was probably the best thing I'd ever done in my life. I'd never felt more centered and happy than when I was wrapped up in his arms.

I also loved his kisses. The soft ones, the hard ones, the silly ones. All of them.

"We play home on Thursday. Will you come watch?"

I flipped over in his arms and smiled. "You want me to?"

He nodded, letting his finger run up and down my cheek. "Of course. I need my girl there for luck."

"I'll come, sure. Can I bring Emmett? You know he won't love you anymore if you don't invite him."

He laughed. "Yeah, I planned on having him come along."

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes sparkling. "It means a lot for you to come, Bella."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Thank you for wanting me there."

He wrapped his arms around me, rolled over so he was on top of me and kissed the breath out of me. I never got tired of his kisses. I wasn't even sure I knew how to live without them anymore.

"You're staying, right?"

I nodded against his chest, smiling. "Trying to get rid of me?"

He stood, abruptly and lifted me from the couch, throwing me over his shoulder and smacking me on the ass.

"The only place you're going is in my bed. Come on. It's time to pick up where we left off."

I hang on to him as he took us to his room and just stared at his gorgeous face. I was excited about what was going to happen, but I wasn't sure I wanted to get my hopes up. If he got me upstairs, got me all hot and bothered and then put the brakes on again, I was going to shoot him.

For reals.

I yelped as he threw me on the bed, causing him to chuckle. He crawled over, settling beside me, and pulling me against him.

"You think I can see you in your panties?" He whispered.

I almost choked. Was it a trick question? I'd run around his room as naked as a bald eagle if he let me. I wasn't sure we were going in that direction, and I was sort of embarrassed about acting like such a big whore around him all the time. Maybe hard to get was the way to go.

And then his fingers were in the waistband of my pants and my brain took a hike. I threw my leg over his, grabbed his face, and kissed him with all I had.

"Don't make me wait, Edward. Not anymore."

Flutters burst out in my belly when I felt him shake his head and push the zipper of my jeans down and then slid his hand underneath.

Rolling me over, he settled between my legs, and I helped him shove my jeans down my legs, leaving me in my underwear.

"Your skin is like butter," he rasped out. "I want it in my mouth."

I stopped breathing. Never, I mean, ever, had anyone said anything like that to me. In fact, I don't really remember any words as sexy as that coming out of the mouths of the losers I'd slept with in the past. Seriously, I wondered if I'd ever actually had real sex because it sure as fuck never felt like this, and our equipment hadn't even come out to play.

I was pretty sure I was going to die when I felt his penis. Dead.

His lips were everywhere his hands weren't. I felt paralyzed, laying there like a soggy noodle just letting him. It felt so damn good, I didn't want to distract him. I wanted to feel those hands and I wanted that mouth on me. Those lips, that tongue, those hands… I'd died and gone to heaven.

As strong as he was physically, he touched me so gently. I could feel the way he loved me in every touch, it was an experience I knew I'd never forget.

"Love you, Bella," he whispered in my ear before pulling it in between his teeth.

His hand was between my legs, cautious, testing, and I wanted to scream for him to touch me already. Do it all, right away, all of it. I was dying for it.

He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his strong chest, and those ungodly beautiful arms. I reached out and ran my hands over his pecs, down his chest to the ripples of his stomach, and back up again. He was a Goddamn wet dream. Everything about him was just perfection. It was fascinating.

He threw the shirt across the room, and went back to kissing me, this time starting with my stomach and working his way upward, pushing my shirt up and over my chest. The cold air hit me and my nipples hardened. I wasn't sure if it was due to the chill, or the way he looked at me.

"You're fucking gorgeous. Jesus…" he said. "Look at you."

"Look at you. You're like… all muscles and strong."

The glaze in his eyes softened, and his hands went to my face. "I'll be so good to you, Bella. I promise you, I will."

I had no doubt. He could be so bad, and I'd love it. Good, bad, and everything in between. He was simmering down, and we couldn't have that.

"Let me make love to you, Bella."

Oh, the words… the things he said to me. Unreal. Beautiful. Everything I wanted.

"God, yes."

I tried not to sound desperate, but hell, I pretty much was. I needed to feel all of him, inside and out.

His fingers went into the elastic of my panties, and he slowly slipped them down my legs, his hands running over my skin. Again, I was rendered mute, motionless. It'd never been that way, no one had taken the time to remove my clothes so thoughtfully, taken the time to take in each inch of me.

His eyes wandered, and the look in them was one I'd never seen from him. He wanted me, and it gave me a power I'd never known.

I watched in a daze as he stripped us both down, and in the back of my mind, I knew I should participate in some way, but it was so sexy watching him take the reins. He had plans—I could see it in his eyes and I wanted to go wherever he took us. The ball was in his court. He knew I wanted him, and it felt good knowing and feeling how much he wanted me.

Once we were skin to skin, him cradled between my thighs, my legs wrapped around him and my hands on his shoulders, he kissed me again. Slowly, gently, reverently. The love poured from his lips with promises and wishes and dreams. Dreams I shared, wishes I'd had, and promises I meant to keep as well.

This was it.

This was everything I'd ever wanted.

His hand slipped between us, and softly, he rubbed between my legs. Just that simple touch was enough to have me bucking up into his hand.

"You're so wet," he whispered. "God, I can't wait any longer to be inside of you, Bella."

I didn't want to wait, either.

"Please, I need you now."

"I need a condom," he whispered regretfully.

He went to reach for one, and I stopped him. "I take the pill. Every day. I never miss. Ever. I haven't had sex in a long time, either. You don't have to, but you can… if you want to. I don't know…" I rambled.

I'd never had sex without one, but I really wanted to feel Edward, completely. I trusted him, and I knew I was covered. I just hoped he'd feel the same.

A small growl escaped his throat and he was kissing me again. The no condom thing must have sounded good to him, and then before I knew it, he was reaching down, and in he went, slow but firm, and every fucking mind-blowing inch of him.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," I breathed out.

It was like the sky opened up and little fat baby angels had flown into my head with their harps and flutes, piping away some heavenly little tune.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Damn, baby, you feel so good."

I wanted to agree, likewise. I had never felt so fulfilled, so absolutely right in my life. This was a man, and he knew what the fuck he was doing. Whatever I expected, this was so much better. So, so much better.

My hands went into his hair, and I pulled his head up so I could look into his eyes. I needed to see them, see what they said. I'd never felt so close to another person. Every fiber of my being knew him, needed him.

I couldn't talk, barely think, and hardly move, so I was glad he wasn't one of those guys that wanted to converse while doing the deed. I just wanted to feel, and feel I did. He felt like heaven, so heavy and strong, and the noises he made while he moved inside of me had me dizzy.

He tucked his head to pull a nipple into his mouth, flicking it and then sucking it back inside. Every muscle in my body was flying, every nerve on fire.

I finally found the energy to join in, and began rotating my hips along with his thrusts.

"Yeah, baby, like that," he moaned. "Keep moving like that. So fucking sexy."

I felt sexy. Alive. I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world, and it was all because of the man on top of me.

"I love you," I cried as my orgasm began to build up.

He started moving faster, harder, with so much passion and force that I felt like I was going to go straight through the mattress. I finally understood the expression of seeing fireworks. Colors and lights and explosions lit up behind my lids and I fell over the cliff, shaking with the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced.

He kissed every inch of my face, and then I felt it. He came, hard, with a roar and pressed his head into the nook of my neck.

I rubbed my hands up and down his back, smiling up at the ceiling like an idiot while he laid heavy and breathless on top of me.

It was the happiest I'd ever been. Thick tears fell from the corner of my eyes and ran down my face, coating the plush pillow underneath me. The emotions he'd pulled out of me were just too much to handle. I wasn't sure why I was crying, I just was.

"Hey, hey, hey," he whispered, kissing at the corner of each eye before wiping my face with his fingertips. "What's the matter? Fuck, did I hurt you? Oh God, I hurt you!"

He jumped up and I grabbed for him, gripping his bicep tightly, pulling him back against me.

"You didn't hurt me, I swear. I'm fine, I'm just… that was… I think my heart exploded."

The worried wrinkle on his brow softened, and he smiled down at me. "That was by far, the most perfect moment of my life, Bella."

I grabbed him around the neck and pulled him down tighter. "I never knew it could be this way. I never imagined."

He laid back behind me, and pulled me back against his chest. Kissing the top of my head, he sighed. "It's supposed to be like this, Bella. This is what it's supposed to be like, and I never want it to end. I meant what I said, Bella. I want this… for always."

I snuggled back against him and cried harder. "I can't believe I'm crying," I sniffed, laughing. "You fucking broke me."

He wrapped his arm around my waist, and I couldn't believe I had this. The most perfect man, basking in the afterglow of the best sex I'd ever had, and he was telling me he wanted me forever. How do things like that even happen?

"Bella, I want you to come home with me to meet my parents. When we play in Chicago in two weeks, I want you to come."

My breath caught in my throat. His parents? He was serious. This was happening to me, and I couldn't believe it.

I turned over in his arms and smiled up into his beautiful face. "Are you sure?"

He pushed my hair out of my face and kissed my nose. "If I don't bring you to my mom, she's going to show up here. She's very excited to meet you."

It was like a giant neon light bulb hearing that. "Oh shit," I snapped, sitting up.

He looked confused. "You don't have to…"

I waved my hands around in the air, shaking my head. "I totally forgot to tell you earlier. My crazy mother is coming to visit, and I can't get out of it."

He started to smile, but I pressed my finger to his lips. "This is not good news, Edward. My mother is the biggest pain in the ass and I don't want her here."

"So tell her not to come."

I rolled my eyes. I so did not want to get into my mother bullshit after what we'd just done. I was ruining everything, or she was, whatever.

"It's not that simple. Forget I said anything," I said, pushing on his chest so he was back against the mattress. "I just want to cuddle and have you hold me. I only want to think about you."

He chuckled and hugged me against him. "I can deal with that."

He was damp with sweat and smelled delicious. I peeked my tongue out to taste him, and I felt his chest rumble. "Did you just lick me?"

I nodded, embarrassed. I was such a spazz.

"That's fucking hot," he mumbled. "You're going to wear me out, Bella Swan. I knew it from the first day I met you."

"That sounds like a challenge, big hockey man. Are you sure you can't keep up?"

He growled again, and I was really getting attached to that sound from him. He grabbed my ass with both hands and pressed me down against his hardening erection.

"I think I can more than keep it up, sweetheart."


Hugs,

J'me