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Set in-between Chapter 21 and 22.

BPOV

Sex was still new to Edward and we had done it so much in the last few weeks that I honestly didn't know how I wasn't ridiculously sore.

But because my vagina seems to be a mutant, she was ready for a round at any time.

Edward and I were staying in on a Friday night, cause I'm pretty sure we're both 72 years old at heart. I loved it, but hated it at the same time.

Edward came over wearing a jacket that had elbow patches; I was in sweats and it was 7:30. I was also trying my hand at knitting cause Rose and I wanted matching hats with our names on the back, but this knitting shit is not easy.

"Dammit!" I sighed, throwing the pile of thread that's supposed to somehow become a hat on the floor.

"What is it?" Edward put down one of Charlie's golf magazines and I died a little inside.

"The fucking thread won't work! I give up! Rose can just order a specially made hat. I really don't give a damn!" I grabbed Edward's drink and winced when I tasted club soda.

Really.

We needed an intervention.

"Edward…this is not normal. We're 17 not 70. Why the fuck are we home right now?"

Edward, God bless him, looked truly confused. "You said you wanted to stay in tonight?"

"Oh, just shut up!" I lunged across the couch and started furiously kissing him. He, of course, responded just as vigorously, but I was forcing the passion, and he was just kind of doing what I was doing.

I pulled back. "Oh, fuck. We're that couple."

"What do you mean, dear?" He asked leaning back, and crossing his legs, swirling his club soda in his glass.

"Edward, could you try to not sit there and look like Jay fucking Gatsby? Our relationship is going to bore the both of us. We shouldn't be like this. We just started having sex for fucks sake. You should be all over me!"

Okay, I might have been freaking out a little more than I should, but my period was due next week, and I was a little sensitive, okay?

"Bella, calm down," he slid forward and grasped my hands in his. "Will you tell me what's really wrong?

"It's just…never mind. Just kiss me."

I grabbed his sexy ass hair and pulled his lips to mine, feeling more passion this time. I was rushing it. I wanted to get to the even better stuff.

I lay back, bringing him with me, running my hands all over him, forcing his lips apart with my tongue.

I moaned and he groaned and we were mush against each other.

I was starting to get aggravated with his shirt; I wished I were strong enough to just tear it out of the way.

"Baby…slow down…we have all night," He whispered, trailing kisses down my neck, making me shiver.

His hands were braced on either side of my head and I didn't like how far away he was. "Let's go upstairs."

Edward smiled at me, got up, then hoisted me up bridal style making me squeal.

"Edward! I'm too heavy!" I giggled as he huffed us up the stairs. I started to get even more turned on though when it proved that he was strong enough to make it all the way upstairs and into my room and just be a little winded.

"You're so sexy."

He smirked and peeled his shirt off, trailing mine up over my stomach. "And you're beautiful."

And of course I blushed. His hands brushed over my stomach, making goose bumps break out all over me. I did the same to him and we giggled like two year olds.

Soon all our clothes were shed and I was clawing at Edward, desperately needing him. "Please," I whined.

"I'm here," he cooed in my ear as he rocked against me, making me grasp his hair tightly and feel safe but mad with lust.

He slid a single finger down between my boobs, over my belly button, over my clit, and stopped at my entrance, teasing me softly. My hips were bucking and I was gasping as he sucked random spots of my neck, marking me.

"Please," I whispered again.

He pushed the finger into me and I sucked on his ear lobe. I could feel his throbbing member against my thigh, making me wetter and wetter.

It was so hot in my room and my head was thrashing back and forth as he set a maddening pace of his finger going slowly in and out, massaging me from the inside out.

After minutes of torture, he took the finger out and put it on my lips. His voice was low and gravely, "Taste what I do to you."

I sucked on his finger and moaned more at his words than my own taste.

He kissed me after pulling his finger out then descended his kisses lower until his lips were at my lower ones.

He kissed and sucked and nibbled until I was a panting, thrashing, sobbing mess, begging for him to end the sweetest torture. He was bringing me to the edge, then taking me back down, over and over again.

"Please, Edward!" I cried after the third time of being denied my release.

And if I had thought Edward was doing a fantastic job before, my plea only made him bring his fucking A game, because within seconds I was letting out a silent scream, clutching his head to me, sobbing his name over and over again.

He let me come down from my high for a few minutes, planting lazy kisses over my chest, neck, and face.

When I was ready, he slid on a condom, and slowly entered me.

I could feel myself stretching around him and I never wanted the feeling to end. Sex with Edward was the best I'd ever had. We fit together so perfectly.

"Edward," I sighed when his hips were flush against mine.

"I know," he panted, pulling out slowly, and gently thrusting back in.

It wasn't enough. He set a slow rhythm and I felt like I was dying. I needed more.

"Please," I cried, "please Edward, I need more."

"I know, baby, I fucking know," he gasped.

His pace became faster and harder and I was so close but so far away. My legs were wrapped tightly around his torso, not letting an inch of skin not be touching a part of each other. He was holding me so close and tight and I loved every second of it.

"Almost there," I panted.

He groaned and sped up.

In a movement too fast for me to even register, Edward had pulled us into a sitting position, with me straddling him, and his arms wrapped tightly around me still. His face was buried in my neck, groaning, and he was sheathed so far inside me, I knew I'd be feeling him tomorrow.

"Yes," I moaned, swiveling my hips.

"Fuck…I'm so close, Bella…Bella, baby," he panted, fisting my hair and turning my neck to the side, sucking harshly on the skin.

I lifted myself on and off his cock, loving the feeling, and he kept me close to him, feeling so loved and wonderful. Sadly, I knew this would be over much too soon for my liking.

When his hand reached down to rub my clit, I fell apart, clutching his hair and sighing his name, just like I'd been doing since we first started this.

He came nanoseconds after I did, groaning my name.

We stayed in the position until I felt his cock soften. We lied down, with me half on top of him. I smiled and kissed his chest.

"I love you," I whispered into his skin, right over his heart.

"I love you."

Fin.

Wow. Thank you all so much for everything. I'm so sad it's over.

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If you're interested, check out my new story Bottled Up.

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