Instincts by Stavanger1

A Twilight Fan Fiction Story

Summary

She wants him. She needs him. Instinct won't let her fight it. He seems oblivious. Or is he? Bella
wanted more than Edward was willing to give. Or so she thought!
Instincts

I was sitting on my bed in a daze, trying to regulate my rapidly beating heart. The past two hours
had been spent with Edward Cullen; sitting on my bed studying for our French test that would take
place the following day.

He had approached me during lunch and asked if I would mind helping him with grammar and
sentence structure because he had a hard time with those things when it came to the "Language of
Love" as he so eloquently put it.

Being completely at his mercy due to my infatuation, I readily agreed and offered for him to come
to my house to study. He told me he'd be there before winking at me and walking over to his group
of guy friends.

Yeah, he winked at me. Me!

After school I had hurried home to make my room somewhat presentable. When he arrived he told
me how grateful he was to have me help him. Funny thing was though; while we studied he helped
me more than I helped him. When I mentioned it to him, half jokingly, he got very quiet and the
tips of his ears colored slightly. Was he embarrassed?

Right as that thought came to me he stood up claiming he needed to use the restroom. Looking me
in the eyes he seemed to contemplate something before abruptly turning for the door in my room
saying he'd be right back. Then he was gone.

I was confused at his actions. What was that all about?

Not that I really cared, he'd been the object of my lust induced obsession for quite some time now,
and having him here, actually in my bed was cause for celebration in itself. I did a little happy
dance inside.

Laying down where he'd just barely vacated, I closed my eyes and inhaled his smell. The simple
scent brought back memories of the first day we met.

Flashback

It was the first day after the summer. I was new to this school, having spent my sophomore year
at a different high school.

I walked into the class room, heading straight for the back corner. I didn't even look at all the faces
around me until I was safely seated by my desk. I didn't look up until I heard this velvety sweet
voice addressing me.

“Hey. So, I'm guessing you're new here? I'm Edward and this is Jasper.” Looking up I was met with
the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever had the pleasure of looking into. He was gorgeous of course,
but that was obvious. He had to be to have a voice like melted chocolate. Mmmm....chocolate....

“Hi. I'm Bella,” I responded, unintentionally batting my eyelashes at them, but not in a sexy way
like most girls could pull off, no I did it in a way that probably made it look like I had tourettes
syndrome. Edward and Jasper exchanged some sort of look before they both shrugged. Edward
stared at me a little bit longer until the teacher called the class to order. He reluctantly looked
away, freeing me from his intense gaze.

We were told to seat ourselves according to the alphabet using the first letters in our last name. It
just so happened that Edward, Jasper, and I had last names with the closest first letters so we
were seated by each other. I luckily remained in the far back corner with Jasper in front of me and
Edward next to me. They both high-fived each other muttering something about “hot”, but I'm not
sure what they were talking about. I mean, I knew it wasn't me, I wasn't anything special. Yet
coincidently enough they kept sneaking glances at me all throughout the class period, and the
following one that we happened to have together as well. I had never really gotten a lot of
attention from boys before so this was all new territory for me.

End Flashback

I guess, looking back now, I should have known they were both flirting and not so subtly checking
me out. I never noticed. The sad part is I crushed on Edward the rest of my junior year and we
became close friends. He would ask me if we could study together and he'd tell me about his new
girl friends, or latest conquests.

Pathetically enough, I just adored him from afar; never brave enough to do anything about it. Not
even when it should have been blatantly obvious he was trying to get me to notice him as more
than just a friend. My blinders were on making me oblivious to the world. My friends told me on
several occasions that he liked me. But they weren't telling the truth; of that I was certain.

And yet now, a year later…

I'm not sure.

Edward was the biggest flirt in the school and consequently the most popular guy too. Since I
associated with him I became somewhat part of the “in” crowd as well. I had a couple of really
good friends that I hung out with frequently, but always in the back of my mind I wished I was
wherever Edward was. Whenever we would go to a party I would look for him and somehow he
would always find me and we would talk. But we never did more than talk despite that I
desperately wished we would.

That is, until the end of our junior year.

A large amount of juniors went away on a history field trip that lasted 7 days. We were lucky
enough to get to fly and I was seated between Emmett by the window and Edward in the aisle
seat. I'm no fan of flying so I was really scared during take off and during the turbulence. To
lighten the mood, Edward started singing “I believe I can fly”, only he changed the lyrics to “I
believe I can fly, then I crashed and then I died” causing me to have to hold onto his arm because
I was overcome with fright. He just laughed it off but let me hold onto his arm. Emmett was asleep
next to me and didn't notice a thing.

Once we got to our destination, we were told to get into our designated pairs and check in with our
host families. Our teachers informed us that we would be staying with them for the remainder of
the trip, so we were to treat them with the utmost respect and to follow their house rules. We were
allowed to do whatever we wanted as long as we showed up to class every morning ready to learn.
There was only one stipulation; we were not to go anywhere alone. We had to stay in pairs no
matter where we were or what time of day it was.

I went with my friend Angela to my host family's home. After greeting them and getting our house
key we were told to put our stuff away, have dinner, and then we could do whatever. We had
decided to meet up with a few of our other friends to go clubbing. So after dinner, we got ready,
and headed out.

We walked down the street and met up with Edward, Jasper, Emmett, Mike and Eric. They told us
they'd heard from their host families that there was a pretty cool club called Route 66 and that we
should go there. We readily agreed and went on our way. The boys were already tipsy yet they
went straight to the bar for more drinks. It is crazy the things that fake id's can do for you. The
girls retired to the sitting area, after finding a couch to sit on.

Pretty soon the boys joined us, and after conversing for a while longer Edward and Jasper went to
the dance floor to dance. The girls were still talking, but I couldn't tear my eyes off of Edward and
his amazing physique. He was most definitely a prime specimen of a man. As if he could feel my
stare, he turned to me and beckoned me with his finger to come join him. I did so reluctantly after
my friends pushed me out there.
As I got closer to him he grabbed me around the waist bringing me flush against that amazing
body of his and said, in the most seductive tone ever known to my ears, “I‟m going to kiss you
now.”

And he did.

Oh, boy did he ever.

He had one hand on my lower back and the other tangled in my hair. My arms were both wrapped
around his neck playing with his hair. The kiss started out gentle, with hardly any pressure. But as
we started responding to each other, our kissing grew more frantic, more heated. Embarrassingly
enough, I'd never actually kissed anyone before so this was a new experience for me. I guess it's
true what they say about instincts taking over. Only, I wasn't sure I was doing it right. When
Edward parted his lips, sliding his tongue across my lower lip I did the only thing I could think of. I
sucked his tongue into my mouth and didn't let it go.

He tasted amazing, even with the alcohol tainting his breath.

I heard him groan. I felt him moan. And then I felt....him. And that was something entirely new to
me. Sure I knew what was there, I'd taken the classes, snuck some porn, but to actually feel it was
entirely different. And pretty spectacular to say the least.

And to know I was the cause only made it hotter. Our kissing had really started to get heated when
the dumbass Eric came up to Edward, hit him on the back of the head, and effectively broke the
hottest kiss known to man.

“Eww, man, what the hell are you doing with that?” he said gesturing to me.

I didn't stick around to hear the answer. I grabbed my friend and ran out of there. I could vaguely
hear someone calling my name, but didn't stop to see who it was.

“Eww, man, what the hell are you doing with that?”

Who says that? And why? Was I that gross? Tears threatened to fall so I just nodded and hmmm'd
and aha'd at whatever Angela was saying, not paying attention to anything but those words.

“Eww, man, what the hell are you doing with that?”

Sleep did not come easy to me that night and waking up was not something I had looked forwards
to. I knew I had to meet up with everyone and the thought of all the ridicule I'd be receiving was a
less then comforting thought. As it was, no one said anything except for Eric who came up to me
and said,

“Just thought you should know, Edward told us all that was the hottest kiss he'd ever received from
anyone. Ever.” Then he walked off to his group. Why he'd tell me I have no idea since he was so
offended by the kiss, but whatever. I was simply glad no one else was bothering me about it.

I chanced a look at Edward who just gave a half smile and a shrug that clearly said „don't worry
about it, it was nothing’. It may have been nothing to him, but at the time it was everything to me.

The next couple of days I admired him from afar, far too mortified to seek him out and actually talk
to him. Why ask for rejection? It's not like he had sought me out either. Besides, I already knew
that I was nothing special compared to others he'd dated. I tried to forget about the kiss, I really
did, but found it was an easy visual when I....ehm....took a shower.

Then one night, a few days before we were going home, we went to a club. He was there. Of
course. He didn't pay me much attention until it was time for me to leave. As I stepped out waiting
for a cab I felt a yank on my coat, and looking down I saw Edward pulling me into his cab. I tried
to resist but he won, pulling me in next to him. Emmett, Mike, and Jasper were in the cab too.
They had been waiting for Eric to come, but he was talking to some girl with dirty-blonde hair so
Edward had taken the opportunity to pull me in. When Eric turned and saw me sitting in his spot
with no room left for him, he was pissed.

"What the hell man?" he yelled at Edward.

"Shove it," he replied, closing the door on a gaping Eric.

They went to drop me off first but I told them to just go to their house and I'd walk home, it was
only like 10 minutes anyway. Edward did not approve and when we got to their house, he informed
his friends he was walking me home.

"It's dark. She shouldn't be outside on her own," he had said when they questioned him on it. I
thought I saw them share a silent conversation before they shook their head and walked inside.

So we walked home. When we got there, Angela let us in and Edward followed us up the stairs.
Once we got to the room Edward went straight for my bed, which left only Angela's bed for me to
sit on. As I moved to follow her over there, he grabbed a belt loop, halting my movements.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was smoldering.

"Umm..." I glanced at Angela who was smirking at my predicament.

"To sit by Angela?" It came out as a question. He has way to much power over my coherency.

"Why don't you just lay next to me so we can...talk a little," he stated, pulling me down next to
him.

I lay down on my back staring at the ceiling, while he turned onto his side and propped his head up
on his hand supported by his elbow.

We talked for a while about what we thought of the fieldtrip so far, and how we liked the area.
Almost an hour had passed before I noticed that Edward was drawing circles on my hip. How long
had he been doing that? Dang him, now I was tingly all over, and my core was heating up.

I turned to look him in the eye and saw him looking at me hungrily. Was that lust? No, it couldn't
be.

"Hey Angela, don't you have somewhere to be?" he said to Angela, increasing the pressure on his
circles. I almost moaned. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I had to bite my lip to keep
quiet.

"Actually, Edward. You should go. We have to be up early anyway," she said as she took her
pajamas and went to the bathroom to get ready.

"What are you ... Doing?" I managed to squeak out. Stupid hormones.

"Nothing," he trailed of innocently. He looked into my eyes again then, and started to slowly move
his head closer to me. I felt my eyes widen a little and my lips instinctually parted. He was almost
there and just as he licked his lips and I steeled myself for a repeat of our magnificent kiss that
first night.....

"Hey, I'm done. You go get ready and I'll walk Edward out." Angela gave Edward a pointed glare
and pointed to the door. Edward's eyes flashed of something looking almost like disappointment
before his eyes cleared and he got of the bed. As the walked out the door, I let out a huge breath I
didn't even know I'd been holding. Going to the bathroom I decided it'd be a good idea to "shower"
before I went to sleep so I didn't toss and turn all night.
The next few days after that were like the days after the club incident. Edward wouldn't talk to me;
he just stared, turning as soon as I caught him, which was kind of often seeing as I couldn't keep
my eyes off of him. I was so confused. What did it all mean?

The night before we were going back home we all went to a new club, all of us wanting to have one
last big party before going back to the real world. While there I decided I wanted to get drunk. I
wanted to get rid of my inhibitions so that maybe I'd have enough balls to seek Edward out and
continue where we'd left off a few days ago. But when I went to buy my drink I found that the
universe was against me as I discovered I only barely had enough for one little drink. I bought it
without hesitation and sat in a corner to simply pity myself.

As I sat there, nursing my drink with my eyes closed I felt the cushion next to me sink. Opening
my eyes I was met with the wonderful green eyes of my Greek God, the male version of Aphrodite.

“Hi,” he breathed before putting a hand in my hair and pulling my face towards him.

“I've been thinking about that kiss and I came to have another one.” He said setting his smoldering
gaze upon me.

He didn't even wait for a response, just plunged in there, tongue and all. This time I was a little bit
more prepared for the battle of the tongues, but found that even if I was able to hold my own I
didn't want to and conceded defeat fast. He wasted no time shoving his tongue into my mouth, so I
could suck on it again, mimicking movements I knew I wouldn't be too opposed to trying with him.

From the looks of things, it wasn‟t too far off from his mind either. Without breaking stride, he
picked me up and placed me in his lap, pushing me into his very obvious, very prominent erection.

Oh wow, he was huge. I couldn't help the moan that came and that only seemed to spur him on
more as he helped me grind against him. I was quickly becoming breathless and as he left my
mouth, I couldn't help but latch onto his neck and suck ever so gently, right below his ear. That
earned me a moan and a twitch from his lap region while he tightened his hold on me.

And then it happened again. The spawn of Satan appeared; ruining another hot make-out session.

“Why the hell do you insist on doing the nasty with....the nasty?” came Eric's nasally, slurred voice.

“I'm not sure,” Edward murmured as though I couldn't hear him. Then he had the nerve to turn to
me, “Bella? Come home with me?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. Like I would! I was tempted a
little I have to admit, he looked so handsome sitting there with glassy, hooded eyes and a flushed
complexion, but I was too angry to fall for it.

“Screw you,” I told him and slapped him, hard. Then I got off of him and ran out of the building. I
heard him coming behind me; at least I think it was him. In my desperate attempts to keep him
away I quickly told the bouncers to detain him. Once I was out in the open air I let the tears fall
freely and cursed his name. How could he do this to me? Use me like that? I'd never felt so
vulnerable and hurt before.

I made it to my host family's home and Angela let me in. She didn't ask what had happened, just
gave me a quick hug and left me to my own devices. I took a shower to wash off all traces of
Edward, brushed my teeth and went to bed. I dreamed of kissing Edward and him leering at me in
front of everyone.

When I woke up I was even more tired than the day before. I was emotionally drained. I dressed
and packed in a daze, and once at the airport I avoided Edward like the plague. He tried talking to
me but I just couldn't let myself be affected by him anymore. I would walk away as soon as I saw
him coming towards me.

Eventually, I had to seek solace in the only known safe place; the women‟s restroom. But again, as
the universe converged against me, I noted that I was seated next to Edward in the airplane. There
was only the measly two foot aisle separating us. He tried to talk to me at first, but I ignored him
by plugging in my headphones and turning away from him. After trying repeatedly to get my
attention and failing he grew quiet signaling he was pissed off.

Once in the airport back home he roughly grabbed my arm and yanked me to him saying,

“Do you even realize what could have happened to you last night? In an unknown place? In the
dark? Crap, you're just so stupid!” he yelled, throwing his hands up in the air before stomping off
to what I assumed was his parents. I was stunned to say the least. What did he care?

The last month before the summer holiday we avoided each other, never speaking or even sparing
a glance at each other. I was still so upset; however the anger had given way to hurt and
disappointment.

The last day of classes I skipped. After all I had no idea what to say or do, and most definitely did
not want to see him. I knew that I was the reason for his awful mood, just as he was responsible
for mine.

That summer went by incredibly slow. I didn't even see him once, not that that was a bad thing. Or
at least that was what I kept telling myself. If I had seen him I might have had to punch him,
which probably would have only hurt me.

The day before school started back up for my senior year I found an envelope in my mailbox with
my name on it. No address and no stamp, just my name. Curious, I opened it, only to find a 3x5
index card with the words:

I'm sorry.

My heart broke a little bit at the words, and my anger was replaced with sadness. A whole summer
of being angry, wasting time and energy brooding, and he had taken the time to apologize. I knew
he meant it, he never said those words unless he truly did mean them. That night I cried myself to
sleep and vowed to forgive and forget. But I would not fall prey to him so easily again.

Ha! If only I knew.

The first day of school was like the year before, only this year I knew everyone and I was slightly
more confident. When Edward suggested we study together for our classes we shared I hesitantly
said yes. I was a little scared of going down that road again, but knew I couldn't refuse him a study
partner. And we did work well together. The first month went well; all we did was study and talk
about his girls he liked--

My door opening brought me out of my reverie. Edward had come back from the restroom and now
seemed a little more composed, almost determined. We were still studying French when suddenly
he turned to me and said, “Do you mind if we take a break? I have a headache.”

He closed his eyes and laid down on my bed, shielding his eyes from the light with his forearm. I
should have been more suspicious, but really, I had no basis for it since he never once brought up
last years field trip. After bringing him some Ibuprofen, I turned off the light and sat at the foot of
the bed. A few minutes passed before I felt him stirring.

Sitting up he turned his upper body towards me and said, “I really want to kiss you again. It's all
I've ever thought about since that first time.”

I'm sure he heard my jaw fall open with the loud pop as all the air rushed out of my lungs. I'm also
sure he could feel my heart rate pick up.

Did I want to kiss him again?

Did I want to fall again?

Yes, I decided. After all, I seem to be a masochist and a glutton for punishment.

“It's all I've thought of too.” I replied in an embarrassingly breathless voice.

As he leaned in to kiss me I had to ask. I stopped him by putting a finger on his lips. He furrowed
his eyebrows, silently asking me what the problem was.

“Why did you deny me when Eric was so rude to me?” I just had to know.

He heaved a heavy sigh and turned to look at the ceiling.

“Eric only said those things because he was jealous."

“Huh? I don‟t get it.” Jealous of what?

“He was upset that I got up the nerve to make a move.”

I just stared at him with wide eyes. What the hell was he talking about?

He sighed and then chuckled a little.

“You don‟t see yourself very clearly, do you?” He shook his head. “He was jealous because he
wanted you for himself. He-“

I snorted. Out loud. Wow that was hot.

“Right, because plain, boring old me is something to want,” I said while rolling my eyes.

“You have no idea,” he stated, running a hand through his amazingly inviting hair. I have to admit
I wanted to be that hand right about now.

“Anyway,” he said, staring pointedly at his feet. “I was so caught off guard when he interrupted us.
I just didn‟t know what to say. I was trying to figure it out but my brain filter was off. That
kiss…mmmm…It was so damn hot!”

I was at a loss for words. I mean, what do you say to that? „I’m glad I broke your filter?’

Grabbing my chin, he stared into my eyes with such intensity I would not doubt the words coming
out of his mouth. Not only would I not, but I was starting to believe that I could not.

“I can‟t even tell you how sorry I am. About everything.”

“I believe you,” I said, and I meant every word.

“I tried to follow you, but those bouncers wouldn‟t let me go. They said something about „following
orders‟ and by the time they let me go you were no where in sight.”

“That would be my fault. I told them to restrain you so I could get away,” I told him.

“Nice,” he said while rolling his eyes. I smirked.

“Anyway, as soon as I saw you weren‟t around I hailed a cab and went to your house hoping that‟s
where you‟d gone. The whole way there all I could think about was what could happen to you while
out in the dark on your own. I can‟t even try to explain my elation when I saw you walk in your
door. You went inside just as I pulled up, and knowing you were safe, I went home.”
“Aww…you worried about me? That‟s so…so sweet. Who knew you had it in you?” I smiled, shoving
his shoulder in a teasing way. Truth was I just fell for him a little bit more; As if that were even
possible.

“Yeah, well,” he smirked, almost embarrassed before he turned serious again.

“It was so frustrating how you kept ignoring me the next day. I just wanted to apologize and
explain myself. But after the constant rejection I just got pissed off. I really didn‟t mean to yell at
you. I was just-“

I couldn't take it anymore and latched onto him with my lips, silencing him. As I traced his lower lip
with my tongue I felt him shudder and then groan. This time however, he pulled my tongue into his
mouth, sucking on it. And man what a feeling. Did he know how to use his tongue or what? He was
sure to know how to pleasure me if he kept this up. And I did indeed want him to “keep it up.” Pun
intended.

I decided to be daring, and cupped him though his jeans. He hissed, squirmed, and pulled me
tighter.

“I want to try something. Are you game?” he asked breathlessly in my ear. Part of me screamed to
say no. It told me to push him roughly and tell him to get the hell out. To run for cover while I still
could to avoid that pain that was sure to come. That was the cowardly, insecure part, the one I
always went with.

But the stronger and surprisingly more dominant part responded without hesitance and out loud;
“Anything.”

He pushed me off of my bed and stood up with me. Looking into my eyes he seemed to be
searching for something. Whatever he was looking for he must have found because next thing I
knew, my shirt was off and on the floor and I was standing there in only my simple, black cotton
bra. His eyes grew before he searched my eyes again. This time I didn't wait for him to find
whatever he was looking for. Reaching behind me I unclasped my bra and let it fall at my feet. I
figured if I was going down anyway I might as well go down hard. His eyes grew impossibly larger
as he drank in my naked upper body.

Then he cupped one breast in his hand, and I groaned. Rather loudly.

“They are spectacular, and just the right fit. Look, they are perfect in my grasp,” he murmured as
he looked at me in awe. I had never felt more beautiful than I did in that moment. Gently,
hesitantly, he ran the pad of his thumb over my nipple and it instantly reacted by puckering.

“Beautiful,” he sighed, repeating the action on my other breast.

“Spectacular,” he breathed, bending his head and running his tongue around one areola before
gently laving at a nipple. I couldn't even try to contain the moan that came forth.

What he was doing was so little, yet so much to me. I had never been touched in such a way
before and he was so gentle and loving and...Reverent. He repeated the action on the other side
before standing back up and crushing me to him, breathing in the scent of my hair.

“Bella?”

“Mmmm hmmm?” Was all I could manage coherently.

“I really want to pleasure you. Will you let me?”

“Ummm.....I've never...you know.....done this,” I gestured between us with my hands, “kind of

thing...before.”
“I know. I'll take good care of you.” He said before placing his lips near my ear and whispering
gently, “I promise.”

“Will you go back to being hot and cold with me tomorrow?” I asked him.

I'm not sure my heart could take that kind of devastation again, though I knew I wasn't capable of
stopping even if his answer was negative. Instincts were taking over and my more logical side was
biting the dust.

“I will only be hot with you. If you'll have me that is,” he replied in an almost sad whisper, cupping
my cheek.

“I'll always want to have you,” I replied kissing his palm.

He looked into my eyes then, and I could see them swimming with his unshed tears. Does he really
want me?

“Yes, I do,” he replied. He must have seen my question in my eyes.

Then he nudged me to sit down at the edge of the bed again. This time he followed, sitting on his
knees between my legs.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed gently, and I did as I was told. He placed my arms at my sides
with the palms touching the comforter. Then he slowly brushed his fingers over my nipples again
making them pucker. He sighed as did I. It felt so good. Who knew? Then he slowly lowered his
hands to the top of my jeans, brushing them back and forth between my hip bones before ever so
slightly dipping inside.

I sucked in a huge, shaky breath, holding onto the moan that would no doubt spill over very soon.
Bringing his fingers back out, he popped open my button and lowered my fly.

“Stand up please,” he instructed. I again did as I was told, keeping my eyes closed. I could feel his
breath on my stomach. Then I could feel it on my panties, as he had lent forward to pull my jeans
down over my legs. I was trembling slightly and searched until I found his shoulders and held on
for dear life. I felt him turn his head and kiss my hand, first on one then the other.

Once my jeans were down around my ankles he told me to sit. I did and as soon as I was sitting
down he gently pushed on my chest until I was laying down on the bed with my legs hanging over
the edge. He lifted up my leg and gently pulled the jeans off all the way, kissing the arch of my
foot before returning it to the floor and repeating the process on the other foot.

Once my jeans were off and discarded somewhere in my room, I felt him shift ever so slightly,
bringing himself closer to my body, closer to...me. He gently ghosted his fingers up my legs until
they reached my panties. Lifting up, I felt him grab the sides and pull them down my legs before
throwing them off somewhere.

“You won't need those for a while,” he smirked seeming rather pleased with himself.

I was feeling so hot all over, so incredibly hot. It was pooling in my stomach, and threatening to
leak out between my legs. I grabbed onto the comforter with both hands trying to anchor myself to
reality while wishing more than anything to float away on this cloud numbered '9'.

The next thing I could feel was him laying sweet, soft kisses on the insides of my thighs. I couldn't
believe he was actually thinking about doing...that. I had heard, and read, that it was supposed to
feel amazing, but being in this position, I wasn't so sure I wanted to feel it.

Of course that was only until I did. His tongue gently probed my folds and I was done for. My hips
bucked up and I moaned while he chuckled.
“Edward,” I breathed shakily. Never had I felt such pleasure before.

“Keep your eyes closed and just...feel,” he said to me before gently parting my lips with his long
fingers and probing again. I could feel the heat building, the knotting in my lower stomach so much
stronger than anything I'd ever been able to produce myself. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven
when he latched onto my bundle of nerves. This would most certainly be the way to go should I
die.

“Edward!” I cried out as the sheer pleasure seemed to be too much. I laid there writhing and
squirming, as my thoughts were consumed by the man with the amazing tongue. He was hitting all
the sweet spots making me pant and wish for more. It was never enough, could never be enough.

He continued to lavish attention on my most intimate spot by slowly and gently running his tongue
in circles around by swollen nerves. But when he gently raked his teeth over it, I couldn't take it
anymore.

“I....I...Need...,” I tried to tell him, but couldn't find my voice; it was lost in all the panting and
moaning.

“What do you need beautiful? Do you need more?” he asked from between my legs, the vibrations
shooting straight into my core making me cry out.

"Aaahhh..."

“Do you need this?”He continued, never removing his lips from my lips.

And then he did it; he introduced his amazing fingers. He gently traced around my opening before
stopping to probe. As soon as one went in, I shattered. White lights and stars were forming behind
my closed lids, and I could feel my body convulsing in pleasure so strong I'm sure the Gods
themselves must have inflicted it upon me. I was vaguely aware that he had attached his lips to
my bundle and was lapping in time with his fingers movements, the actions seeming to prolong the
intensity of my orgasm.

As I came down from my high I noticed that Edward was watching me intently. He was smiling,
clearly pleased with himself.

“That.....was.....amazing. Never have I felt like that before. Ever,” I told him honestly, still a little
shaky from the force of my orgasm, still trying desperately to catch my breath.

“Thank you for letting me give that to you. You can't even being to imagine how long I've wanted
to taste you,” he said, giving me one last kiss before crawling up on the bed next to me, grabbing
my hand and entwining our fingers.

“It's me who should be thanking you. That was absolutely mind blowing. Incredibly satisfying,” I
told him, turning onto my side to look at him. I was still naked, and he was still as dressed as he
had been when he came over, but I wasn't embarrassed. I was not even slightly apprehensive
about my body because he had made me feel secure in myself.

I moved to kiss him again and he pulled me on top of himself, so I was straddling him. I could feel
him hot and pulsing beneath his jeans.

“Can I return the favor?” I asked him in what I hoped was a seductive tone.

“Next time love. Tonight was about you. I'm sorry for being an ass to you. Am I forgiven now?” he
smirked up at me from underneath his lashes.

“What was there to forgive?” I grinned, leaning in to sweetly kiss his cheek, then his lips.
“But if you truly want to be forgiven you'll let me take care of this for you,” I told him while tracing
his erection to emphasize my point.

Edward hissed and his eyes closed momentarily before opening. What I saw was probably reflected
in my own eyes. All that was there in his now dark green eyes was pure determination: Pure lust.
Heat started pooling in my stomach again.

“You....please...you really don't have to...to do...this,” he tried to force out while I continued
stroking the outside of his jeans. His mouth was saying one thing, but his shaft most certainly did
not agree.

Leaning down to his ear, I whispered as seductively as I could manage, “Oh, but I do. I do have to.
I've wanted to for so long.” I licked the outer shell of his ear before gently sucking his lobe into my
mouth, letting my teeth graze it.

"Don't you want me to taste you?" I asked him while laving at his neck before biting down.

His hips bucked up to meet mine and he let out a strangled moan.

“Just lie down and....feel,” I trailed off while moving down his body. Not bothering to actually
remove his shirt, I just pushed it up as far as it would go, exposing his fabulous abs to me. They
were rock hard and so defined it made my mouth salivate just imagining my tongue running over
them.

Dipping down I let me tongue peek out from between my lips and gently began dragging it across
his abs. I could feel his stomach muscles contracting with each pass of my tongue and it was
making me unbearably hot.

Going a little lower, I started dragging my tongue from one hipbone to the other, stopping to swirl
my tongue in his belly button. His hips jerked towards me again and I could feel his hardness
straining to reach me.

“Please.....please....please,” he chanted, punctuated by moans. His head was thrashing from side
to side.

“Please what?” I smirked, looking up at him with hooded eyes while I continued to kiss down his
happy trail. His eyes were closed and there was a crease between his eyebrows. His mouth was
slightly parted, and his tongue was level in his mouth, just barely peeking out.

“Please, just, please do something.....more.....be-before I go....crazy,” he said, trying to gulp down

air in the process.

“Okay, I'll see what I can do,” I told him while reaching for his button on his jeans. I wasn't quite
sure what to do, but trusted that like with the kissing; instinct would tell me what to do. It would
guide me on my quest to pleasure this amazingly gorgeous man writhing on my bed. Writhing
because of me; for me.

“Lift up,” I told him, smacking his butt to get him to move. He did as he was told and I grabbed his
jeans by the belt loops and eased them down his legs. Once they were down to his knees he laid
back down. Not wanting to sneak a peek just yet, I kept my eyes trained on his legs. The more
exposed they became the more I saw how perfectly hard and toned he was every where. That had
to be a good sign, right?

After his jeans were discarded, thrown somewhere in my room, I slid back up to his waist, my eyes
closed. Once I reached my destination I opened my eyes to see Edward looking at me. His eyes
were glazed over and they were impossibly dark. He watched me like a hunter watches its prey.
But I was the hunter now; he was to be my prey.
Winking at him I lowered my gaze to his boxers. They were a dark green, perfectly matching his
lust ridden eyes. I could see them tenting in the middle, and it was by no means a small tent. I
reached a finger out and traced him through the thin material. Looking up I saw his eyes were
closed again and he was biting his lower lip. He was incredibly hot.

Looking back down I edged my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and started running them
back and forth before latching on to them and pulling them down his legs. Again I closed my eyes,
not wanting to spoil the surprise by seeing him until he was fully exposed. Once the boxers were
off I kept my eyes closed and slowly ran my fingers up his calves, over his knee and up his thighs.
Once I reached the tops of his thighs I could feel something soft and warm graze my hands.
Knowing I had reached the Promised Land, I reached out and traced his length. And when I say
length, I truly mean length. He was long, hard, and velvety soft. Not to mention perfect. And right
now, he was mine.

Daring to open my eyes, I chanced a look at his eyes again, but was only met with the same
crease between his closed eyes and the biting of his lip. He was trying to keep his moans in.

“Edward?”

“Mmm…hmmm?”

“I don't know exactly what I'm doing. Please don't be quiet. Let me know if it's good or not.”

His eyes shot open and stared into my own eyes.

“Trust me, you're doing only good right now,” he breathed.

“If you say so,” I said hesitantly.

“I do,” he replied, closing his eyes again.

Looking back down, I steeled myself for the feel of him. Reaching out a trembling finger I traced
him from base to tip. He shuddered and sighed. I did it again, going back down. Again he
shuddered but this time there was a small moan accompanying the shudder.

“Is this ok?” I asked him.

“Mmm hmmm,” he whispered barely loud enough for me to make out.

Deciding that I wanted to really feel him I wrapped my hand around his base and squeezed.

“Oh....ungh....,” was all I heard.

I kept the firm pressure on him as I moved my hand up his shaft, squeezing as I got closer to the
tip. As I did so I noticed the heat of the friction. And couldn‟t help but wonder if that was going to
be painful.

“Is this ok?”

“Ungh...holy...yes,” he muttered.

Feeling empowered by his responses, but also still mildly concerned, I brought my hand to my
mouth and licked it giving my hand a little bit of lubrication before I picked up my pace a little. My
hand moved more smoothly with the lubrication and the friction was less painful sounding. After
making the movement several times I notice a pearl of white on his head. He was weeping for me.
I made this gloriously naked man on my bed wet for me. Hot for me. Hard for me.

“I...ooh...need....ungh...more....please,” he trailed of barely coherent.

This is was my cue and I decided not to disappoint. Still not knowing what to do but feeling instinct
take over, I hesitantly lowered my head and licked him from base to tip.

“Oh my HELL, Bella, what...what are...you doing....doing to me?” he questioned between pants.

After letting my tongue make the same circuit as my hand had made earlier I plunged him into my
mouth. He was too big and hot and didn't fit all the way, so I pulled him back out.

“Hell, don't.....please don't stop,” he begged.

“Umm...you're too big,” I told him slightly embarrassed.

“Wow, that's an ego trip,” he chuckled. “Just use your hand for what doesn't fit.”

“Okay,” I replied and then did just that.

Edward started moaning and groaning louder, and eventually started moving his hips in time with
my movements. As I sped up my movements I felt him fist a hand in my hair, trying to guide me.

“Bellllllla!” he cried. “I'm....I'm....so...close.”

Wanting him to feel even a fraction of the way I did I pulled him out all the way with a loud pop,
licked his head and then blew on it before plunging him down as far as he would go. I felt the
expansion and pulled away just as he shot out all over himself.

“Holy hell!” he panted.

Grabbing my shirt off of the floor I cleaned him up and crawled up to him.

“How was that?” I asked him, feeling a little apprehensive about this whole thing. I mean, I'd never
done this before and he was not inexperienced.

Grabbing my chin he forced me to look in his eyes.

“Are you sure you've never done that before?” he asked. I nodded.

“I've never....Bella that's the first time anyone has ever made me feel like that. That was beyond
amazing,” he finished, kissing my lips.

As I curled up to him, I hoped that he kept his promise to only stay hot with me. I was in too deep
and didn't know if would survive rejection again.

Especially now.

Putting the sheet and comforter over us I started falling asleep. I could have sworn I heard him
say, “I‟m always hot, Bella, but only for you."