A/N: This fic was totally intended to be a o/s, but the people demanded more so I'm making it into a twofer. I won't be extending it anymore so please don't ask! I've got lots of other fics to keep you well entertained. ;-)

This is mostly Star Trek and sex. I hope you can handle that. Hehe.

Disclaimer: SM would never make Bella into such a wanton geek like I do.

Our walk back to his apartment was thick with tension. His fingertips brushed mine as we walked, like he wanted to reach out and grab my hand, but was too afraid to. And I was too fucking shy for my own good to do get the balls to do it myself. And did I even want to hold his hand? Well… fuck yes I did… but was I ready to make such a public gesture about it? Let others see… know… I'd spent so much time thinking that I hated the guy, that I wasn't sure how much was really hate and how much was just me confusing disgust and arousal.

Jasper was out for a study group or something, so the apartment was dark when we got up the stairs. This time, Edward took my hand as he led me through the door, and my heart beat unsteadily in my chest. Alone… totally alone… no pre-Columbian pottery to worry about shattering in our passion…

Edward dropped my hand and turned on the lamp next to the couch. My hand felt cold without him- how silly I was becoming. I dropped my purse next to the door, and contemplated kicking off my shoes. Did he want me to stay that long? Was that too presumptuous?

"Take off your coat," he said with a grin, and I smiled back as I shrugged it off, hooking it on the wall next to the others. I slipped off my shoes too… now seemed as good a time as any. He merely smiled when I turned around. The tension flowed between us and I gulped. I knew he could feel it too… something in the way his eyes widened just slightly, his breathing deepening… it matched me. This was palpable, unmistakable. I was wet again.

"So…" I said, rubbing my arm with my hand, crossed over my stomach. I bit my lip; I didn't know what to say next.

"So…" he said, just as unsure. It was like we were playing chicken or something- whoever was first to move was the loser. Or would that be winner?

What next? How do you move on from rivals to lovers to essentially awkward strangers? I gulped. My stomach was in knots, this was completely unchartered territory for me. With Jake, it was simple, easy. We hadn't tiptoed around each other. Although, we hadn't necessarily had any passion… but that was besides the point. Now… copious amounts of passion to be sure.

But how to act on it.

It was like a staring contest now. Edward's eyes never left mine, and I was panting for air, a deer in the headlights, totally immobile. My body was screaming at me to inch forward… to leap at Edward and finally claim his lips with mine. To wrap myself around him and never let go…

I swallowed hard. I watched his Adam's apple bob once as he swallowed too. I had the urge to run my fingers through his hair. That odd, crazy hair… I wondered what color hair our kids would have…

And then we both moved at the same time, and I was in his arms, and everything felt right. The universe was centered. God, something was wrong with me.

His lips moved over mine fast and needy, our hands wandering everywhere. It was better than the first time, which was shocking. Edward's tongue traced my bottom lip and my lips parted to welcome him. There was no hesitancy now, we met each other head on. My arms wrapped around his neck, weaving my fingers through his hair as he nibbled on my bottom lip. I moaned into his mouth, aching to get closer. It could never be enough. He was setting my entire being on fire.

"Bella," he groaned as we gasped for air. I was on my tiptoes, trying to get closer, one hand drifting from his hair down his broad chest, admiring the muscles I found there. "Bedroom," he groaned, and my feet went along with him as he dragged me to his room, our tongues still fighting for dominance. The room was dark and it was messier than I would have expected. We stumbled a bit as we tripped over his laundry, and when we tumbled onto the bed he landed on me, making me make the "oof" sound no one wants to hear when they're getting down and dirty. "Oh God, are you OK?" he gasped, pulling off of me, making me miss him instantly.

"I'm fine," I moaned, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes, digging my fingers into his shoulders and dragging my mouth to his again, needing his touch, his kisses. I felt half-crazed and I couldn't stop to save my life.

It felt like hours as we kissed and slowly grinded on each other. My blood pressure was sky high, I barely could fathom how it could go that fast without giving out. My fingers found purchase in his hair again, fisting it as I pulled him closer to me. It could never be enough. I was panting, moaning, a mess in his arms. "Oh Edward," I sighed as he kissed up and down my neck again, licking my neck and then blowing cool air across it. Instant goosebumps erupted over my skin.

"Isabella, what are you doing to me?" he moaned into my neck, and it wasn't until then that I realized his hands had stayed frozen, immobile on my hips. His fingers were pressing into my skin hard, and I was almost afraid that he was going to leave bruises. Though being marked by him in some way didn't bother me one bit.

"Are you OK?" I breathed, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck and trying to make him look at me. "Edward?"

His brilliant green eyes met mine, and I melted. They were so dark, so full of heat and want and lust and need that it left me breathless. "I need you Bella," he choked out, his lips swollen and bright red from our kisses.

"I'm yours," I whispered, and I didn't know in that moment if I meant my heart or my body, or both… "Take me, Edward."

He moaned loudly, his fingers finally dragging up my body, pushing my shirt up. Skin on skin contact. Yes! Finally! His fingers felt cold over my overheated body, my stomach muscles jumping as his fingers trailed over them tentatively.

"Edward, please," I begged, my legs wrapping around his waist and digging my heels into his ass. Closer… I had to be closer…

He froze again against me, and I groaned as his lips left mine again. His mouth should always be on me… anywhere… I could think of several choice places I wanted his mouth right now.

Edward took several deep, calming breaths, and eased himself away from me. My lust-filled brain couldn't compute what was going on, why Edward looked so forlorn when he moved off of me slowly. "What's wrong?" I asked, realizing my voice was deep and husky now. Fuck me. My entire body was still thrumming.

"You hate me," he said simply, sitting up and running his fingers through my hair. It didn't work. His sex hair still looked like sex hair.

"No… no… no I don't," I stammered. "Why-?"

"I forced you into this," he said, almost like he was trying to convince himself of the fact, rather than telling me. He was staring forward, at his desk, which I could barely make out through the dim light that was coming through the thin curtains. It had all sorts of books open and bookmarked on it, highlighters and post-its everywhere. His desk wasn't all that different than mine. In fact, our entire bedrooms looked about the same, except that he had photos covering the walls, instead of the giant lotus tapestry that I had over my bed.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, puzzled, sitting up next to him. It was harder than I had anticipated; my limbs were just about like Jello; I felt drunk. "I don't hate you, you didn't force me anywhere-"

He cut me off. "You know you hated me. Every time you'd look at me, it'd be pure venom in your eyes. And I don't know what changed, but now you're in my bed, and your scent is in my sheets, and I want you so bad, but you can't possibly want me…" His expression was so sad, I could help but cup his face and make him face me.

"I never hated you," I said, knowing it was only half a lie. I'd only thought I'd hated him… big difference in my book. "You irritated me. You still do, quite a lot. But I think it's because…" My voice gave out as I realized I was about to blurt out that I thought I might like this guy. To his face.

"Because?" he asked, looking genuinely interested in what I was about to say.

"Um, because… because…" I was a lost cause. And I had no fucking clue as to what to say to not sound clingy or dorky or just plain weird and undesirable. So I did the only thing I knew to do in a situation like this. Shut myself up. By kissing his mouth.

His arms shot around me like lightening. Apparently my mouth is super persuasive, or at least a good distraction, because now I was the one on top and I was about to go hog wild on him. My thighs spread to straddle him, and he gave out a strangled moan into my mouth as I ground onto his hips. I was soaking wet and I was pretty sure it was going through my pants now. I could just imagine, if neither of us were wearing any clothes at all…

Edward wrenched his mouth away from mine again. "We really should talk first," he panted.

"What are you, a girl?" I burst out, irritated, and immediately blushed even harder than usual. I was just that impatient. I was tired of waiting, and now that I knew just how well he used those lips and that tongue, I didn't want to part from him ever.

He burst into laughter, and I looked away, embarrassed at my verbal spewing. Of course, we'd both taken courses on sexuality, and gender roles, and I should have known not to say that; men can be sensitive too, and it doesn't mean they aren't masculine. And there are different levels of masculinity…

"Bella, you're too funny," he said with this grin that I could only describe as shiny. It made all of him light up somehow, and the tension between us was broken. Unfortunately, I mean all tension, which meant the urgency between us also had faded. "I just think we should think this through before we go crazy. I don't want you regret me." He finished in a voice so tiny I almost didn't hear him. Whoa. I think he was blushing just as much as me in that moment.

"Huh?" I asked dumbly. The lust was still clouding my brain and I couldn't think anymore. That had to be the reason I couldn't think coherently anymore.

"Bella, I'm not the kind of guy that just brings girls back and takes advantage of them, despite what you may think of me." I blinked. I'd never pegged him for that kind of guy, just an annoying one. I'd never assumed he was a man-whore. I was glad I didn't have to deal with a line of SoAn floozies I didn't even know about. "And this means something to me, if it doesn't mean anything to you, I won't-"

"Wait, what?" My shock was intense.

"Bella," he sighed, exasperated. "You have to know how I've felt about you, I thought everyone in SoAn did."

"Um…" I managed, staring at him with my mouth wide open. Great Bella, way to be attractive, I scolded myself, but my jaw didn't listen and continued to stay dropped as I stared at him. "What do you mean?" I breathed.

He ran his fingers through that glorious sex hair again, and I wanted to swoon. He was so damn pretty.

"I mean I'd liked you since day one, pretty much, since Cultural Anthropology 102," he mumbled. "And I thought you knew that."

"How would I know that? You're so busy being a know-it-all that that's all I see," I said, frowning a little. I didn't understand this guy at all, it was hot and cold and Katy Perry-ish and it was driving me nuts. He wants me, he pushes me away, he treats me like an ass, he likes me?

And then I thought about it. He wasn't the hot and cold one. Edward had always been the same guy to me- a bit arrogant and somehow always there with that smirk on his face. I was the one that kept changing my mind, hating him then straddling him in his bedroom like a wanton slut. Or something a little more PC.

His face fell as I was going through my little inner self-revealing monologue, and I realized that I probably seemed like a world class jerk now. "I'm sorry, I just… I didn't realize…" I didn't know what else to say.

"I can go," he mumbled sadly, and started to stand. "Wait." He stopped and looked around just as I was about to point out the obvious to him. "This is my apartment. But I'm not going to kick you out…"

"I want to stay," I told him honestly, and I hoped he could see the sincerity in my face. I wasn't ready to leave his side yet. "I just had no idea Edward, I'm sorry, I thought you hated me, wanted to be all competitive and jerky to me, I had no idea you felt that way." I blushed as I said it.

He tilted my head so he could look me in the eyes. It was a look I'd seen a million times cross his face, only when he was looking at me. I'd thought it was a superior, smug look when really, I hadn't been paying attention at all. It was… adoration. Admiration. Love?

"Give me a chance," he begged, even though it wasn't exactly necessary to plead. I was his. I knew that somehow, even if it didn't make a damn bit of logical sense. I couldn't scientifically explain how irrational I was being, I just knew that when it came to Edward, I was a goner. He'd worn me down, broken down my defenses, and all I was left with was the desire, the need, the want that permeated me now. And I could finally see that's how he felt too.

"Of course," I responded softly, instead of spilling all of the thoughts that had just come to mind. He liked me, but I was pretty sure he'd think I was nuts and call the whole thing off if he knew just how capable of verbal diarrhea I was and how dorky all said thoughts were.

He grinned and pulled me to my feet. I was disappointed. I'd wanted to stay in that nice comfy bed and maybe show him just how willing to give him a chance I was. "Come on, let's get something to eat," he suggested. My stomach growled just in time, and I sighed in concession, knowing it'd be more fun on a full stomach.

"What do you like?" Edward asked as we walked back into the kitchen. "I've got… well, not a whole lot. I can offer some Hot Pockets, or maybe some kosher hot dogs?"

I rolled my eyes with a grin. "Seriously? Hot Pockets? Don't you realize how much fat and fake meat is in there? Didn't you watch that documentary Jared had us watch in Sociology and Environment? Corn grown to feed our food! And besides, haven't you heard Jim Gaffigan's comedy routine? Hot pockettttts…."

Edward snorted. I mean full on, sounding like a pig, snorted. "Did you just sing like Jim Gaffigan?"

"Yeah…" I loved stand up comedy. It was so revealing of the culture and society at the time, what makes us laugh and what makes us go "ooooh" like it was painful. Besides, I kinda liked to laugh, and with the pressures of school and trying to be perfect all the time, it was a rare thing sometimes.

Now Edward was the one practically dying of laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm just picturing him, and then you… it doesn't quite fit," he said, wiping tears out of his eyes. "Anyways, you don't want a Hot Pocket then, I assume."

"Good assumption," I said with a grin, loving this playful, light banter between us. It felt so different than any other interaction we'd ever had, but it felt effortless. "I'm fine with even peanut butter and jelly, honestly."

He frowned. "Yeah right, like I'd feed you that. Do you have any idea how much sugar and fat is in processed peanut butter?" he teased.

"Touché," I smirked, and toyed with a little plastic figurine on the counter. "Is this… Freud?"

Edward blushed scarlet. "It's Jasper's," he said quickly. Maybe too quickly.

"And this…" I fished another plastic figurine out from under a pile of newspaper. "I suppose Wonder Woman is Jasper's too?" I quirked my eyebrow at him. "I can always use the Rope of Truth on you if you don't answer me…" I flicked her arm up and down at him threateningly.

"It's the Lasso of Truth," Edward corrected me quickly, and he looked back into the freezer as he pretended that he hadn't given away the fact that he was a little more dorky that he'd ever given away before.

"Oh yeah, that's right," I said teasingly. "How silly of me. Got anymore?"

"Umm," Edward stammered into the frozen peas and vodka as I picked up Captain Picard.

"YES!" I yelped, leaping up from the bar stool I'd been perching on. "I LOVE Captain Picard!"

"More than Kirk?" Edward asked, turning as he sensed my newfound enthusiasm. Yes. Star Trek is my weakness. So shoot me.

"Definitely. Picard had the whole diplomacy thing going on… plus he was into archaeology," I smirked. I patted his tiny plastic bald head.

"But Kirk was good with the ladies," Edward said, sliding on the bar stool next to mine. He produced a Spock figurine out of seemingly thin air then, and I wasn't sure whether or not to laugh in his face or swoon. "And he had Mr. Spock to help him out with the logic and whatnot."

"Picard had Riker," I reminded him. "Far more sexy."

"I'm not about to debate sexy second in commands," Edward laughed. "Though, if you'll remember, Chakotay, second in command to Janeway, was an anthropologist."

"You're right," I grinned, and we slipped easily into geek speak, chattering for an hour or so about our favorite Trek moments while he whipped me something up for dinner, which was completely delicious. This felt really good, really right. Like we didn't have to work hard at getting along once we were both on the same page, once I knew that he really didn't hate me. Or think he was better than me. Or whatever.

I took one last pull from my beer and looked over at Edward. I realized with a jolt that I'd never felt so content before, and that he had never smiled so easily before. It made me want to sigh with happiness, and I didn't realize until he looked up and gave me a panty-dissolving grin that I actually had sighed.

"Was that any good?" he asked, gesturing towards his now-empty plate.

"Mm, yes, you're allowed to cook for me anytime," I grinned, feeling my rosy cheeks from the beer.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Edward asked innocently.

"Sure," I said, hopping off the bar stool, heading towards the couch where a large TV sat parallel. Such guys. There were video game consoles and DVDs scattered everywhere. I'd never have guessed Edward and Jasper would be messy guys, but this just proved it.

"Um…" Edward hedged, and I realized he hadn't moved an inch from his spot. "I was thinking maybe on my laptop, here in my room…"

Ah ha. The boy thought he was being all smooth and sneaky, but I saw right through that. Saw through it, and leaped at the chance. As if I was going to give up the chance to be truly alone with him. The things that I wanted to do with him didn't need an accidental audience of Jasper.

"Sure, that sounds good," I said, biting the inside of my cheek. The calm, comfortable air was gone again… the tension was back, with a vengeance. I knew him a little bit better now. Keeping my hands to myself was pretty much a non-option.

The only light in his room was the blueish glow from his laptop screen. Apparently he'd already picked a movie. I waited for his first move, because I didn't want to be too presumptuous with his intentions. He must have sensed this, because he moved to the bed, past me, sweeping past the covers and holding them open for me. I eagerly but nervously snuggled under his arm, licking my lips.

We were moving so fast. I should have been terrified. But he was being more of a gentleman than I was being a lady, and I knew I could trust him.

Especially when I saw his movie choice. "First Contact?" I giggled. The eighth Star Trek movie was one of my favorites, one I could watch over and over and never get sick of. "Really?"

"Don't you like this one?" His brow furrowed in concern.

"Of course I do! I just wasn't expecting you to pick this one. I picked you for a Wrath of Khan kind of guy." I grinned up at him, and he smiled back. The movie started, and I settled down against him a little. I wanted to turn and face him, to lay in his arms and take a deep breath, capturing his scent to my memory. Instead I focused on the movie, admiring William T. Riker's handsome jaw and capturing blue eyes, and pretending that my body was humming with need, that my hands weren't itching to wander.

Edward could quote along with most of it, as I soon found out. He mouthed most of the words along with the actors, which of course I found both endearing and annoying. Not that I couldn't do the same.

"Assimilate this!" We both said gleefully along with Worf, and laughed together as we did. Edward's hand had long since moved to my knee, rubbing incessant and arousing circles there. The slow burn set in, and I willed his hand to move further up my body, closer to where I needed it.

I realized then that he wasn't watching the movie anymore, he was staring at me. The flashing screen before us made his eyes look even darker than before, jade replaced with black. His hand slid slowly up my thigh, making my breath catch in my throat.

"Bella," he whispered.

"Yes," I replied in the same hushed tone. Not a question. An answer. Yes. Please. Now.

He cupped my face and turned to me, and even though the movie kept going, there was nothing else in this world but his kiss. Or maybe more. I could only hope.

With shaky hands, I shifted, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to bring him closer to me, trying to move awkwardly and get my legs around his. He grabbed my knee and hitched it over his hips so that I could fully straddle him again. I sensed a theme here, and now I could only hope it wouldn't end the way all the other kisses had.

But then Edward was dipping his hand under the waistband of my pants, and suddenly we were in uncharted territory and oh God did I love it. His fingers kneaded my ass and I subconsciously ground onto his thigh, keeping our lips well locked together. More, more, more.

There were explosions going on on the laptop, and I couldn't help but think of maneuvering and thrusting. Clothes were now being shed and when my bare chest touched his, I lost all thought and all control. He was wrestling me to the bed now, and my pants were down around my ankles before I could even think.

"Can I?" Edward panted as his traced his fingers over my drenched center.

"If you don't I'll kill you," I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair again, dragging his mouth to mine as his fingers tentatively touched me there for the first time. "Fuuuuuuck," I moaned. My hips thrust up towards his hand, begging for more.

"You're so wet," he marveled, pushing two fingers slooooooowly inside me. "How are you so wet?" It sounded like he was talking to himself more than me now.

"You," I breathed. "You made me that way Edward, I can't help it." I moaned low in his ear to get my point across, and he ground his boxer-covered erection against my inner thigh. That bulge was getting harder and bigger every moment, it seemed. "Please, Edward…" As much as I loved foreplay, I wanted his cock a lot more.

"Um, should I… are you…?" Edward suddenly seemed tense, like he'd forgotten something important. I'd seen the look on his face once before when he forgot about an assignment.

"Condom?" I guessed. "Do you have one? I'm on the pill but I mean…" Bareback on the first go was definitely something I didn't want to really do, no matter how much I liked the guy.

"I have one," he said reluctantly. "But only one."

"How do you only have one?" I exclaimed, definitely not amused now. "Edwarrrrrd." I wanted him in me, goddamn it!

"It was a gag gift from Jasper," he explained. In the background, Zefram Cochrane and the entire Enterprise crew were partying it down after defeating the Borg. The movie was almost over.

"That's weird," I mused, grinding my hips against his, trying to get my point across. "We can get another." Please please please, it had been so long and fuck, I needed him so bad…

"You gotta know something," Edward blurted out.

I was feeling like a cat rubbing itself all over something it wanted to mark as its own territory. "What?" I tried not to growl, but come on. My clit was throbbing and his fingers were inside of me, what else was I supposed to do?

"I'msortofavirgin," he stumbled out, and my jaw dropped. No fucking way.

"No fucking way," I said, in accordance with my thoughts. The idea was almost laughable. "You've seen you, right?"

"It was never really an issue until now," he muttered. "Jasper gave me the thing as a joke when he found out I liked you…"

"Joke's on him, I guess," I said with a half-weak smile, trying to break the tension. Because I knew I should have been scared that he was, but I was just selfish enough to want to be the one. Even if it meant he was a two-pump-chump. "Come here."

To calm his nerves and mine, I kissed him deeply, trying to reassure him with my tongue. His fingers moved inside of me again, which made me jump and moan like a porn star into his mouth. Holy shit it felt good. "You're amazing at that," I praised.

"Thanks," he said, and I could tell he was blushing. His hair was standing on end, and he looked so young in this moment- he really was a virgin. Holy shit. Could I really do this?

And should I blow him first to make sure he lasted longer? I mean… I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't a sexpert either. But weren't they supposed to last longer that way? Or if we had another condom, double bag it just in case?

Fuck. These were thoughts I should not be having.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, brushing my hair out of my face with the hand that wasn't inside my cooter.

"Um… I want to do this but I don't know how," I murmured.

His eyes widened and he curled his fingers inside me, making me moan loudly again. "You're not a virgin too are you?"

"No, no," I laughed nervously, not wanting to talk about it. "I just want this to be good for you, Edward."

"It's you, Bella," he said softly. "It will be."

The Lifetime movie moment passed as he curled his fingers inside me again, brushing against the really good spot in there. "Yessss," I moaned. "Don't stop."

"I gotta make you cum," he said, like he was reading a manual instead of driving me insane. "Because I won't last long and I need you to feel good."

Aww, he was thinking about my needs even now. The man deserved a gold medal for being a twenty-two year old virgin and a thoughtful guy. Good one.

"I want to be inside of you Bella," he said into my ear, nibbling the lobe. I was about to start speaking in tongues, the way he was touching me, the heavy breathing in my ear. He withdrew his fingers and I groaned, unhappy at the empty sensation I now felt. "Are you close?"

"Um, yes," I gasped, my body already starting to pulse. For being a virgin, he sure as hell knew what he was doing. Probably watched a lot of porn…

"Good," he said, and tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth. The condom fell to the bed uselessly, and I couldn't help but giggle. "Damn, it looks so much sexier in the movies."

His boxers were tented in a major way, and I rubbed my hand over his erection. He jumped at my touch. "Has anyone ever done this for you, Edward?" I purred.

"N-n-no," he whimpered, bucking his hips to my hand. "No one."

Well if that's not an ego boost I dunno what was. "Good," I said in that weird sexy voice again. "We'll explore that later." He grinned at me like a little kid in the proverbial candy store, and I smirked at him. The smirk got even bigger when I saw the treat in his pants he had for me as the boxers slid down his legs. "Holy crow!" I gasped.

Epic. Cock. I'd seen exaggerated cave paintings and ancient phallic religious pieces that rivaled the peen of Edward Masen. My hand flew to my mouth in excitement, shock, and smugness. That was my cock. That got to go inside me. Holy shit.

"Is it bad?" he asked doubtfully. I just stared up at him slack jawed and shaking my head. I leaned forward to grab it, touch it, lick it… when suddenly there was warmth on my face. Holy hell. Edward Masen had just cum on my face. Wayyyy prematurely.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" he shouted, his expression humiliated and sated. "Oh Bella, fuck, I'm so sorry, I can't believe-"

"It's OK," I lied. I was lucky he hadn't hit my eye. "It's fine…"

"Fuck shit motherfucking cock son of a bitch," Edward muttered, helping me wipe my face with the corner of his bed sheet. "I can't believe-"

"Don't worry about it," I said, trying to move on quickly. "Um… so at least you'll probably last longer…"

I wanted to die, but I also didn't want to stop. It was his first try and I knew I had to cut the guy some slack even though I felt grossed out that he came all over my cheek. I'd never had that happen before and I didn't know if I liked it or not. I hadn't even gotten the pleasure of a taste test first.

He chuckled nervously. "Sure," he said. I noticed he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. I chose to kneel in front of him and kiss him before he got lost in no-man's land and never tried to fuck me again. I needed to work on making him hard again so I could help him bury the bone so to speak.

Archaeology sex humor. Awesome.

It seemed to work, quicker than I had anticipated, but I was working with a rookie here so it seemed to make a certain amount of sense. Before I knew it I was spread out before him again, and his mouth was hovering over my pussy, blowing warm air over it. "Shit," I groaned, gripping the non-sperm soaked part of the sheets in my hands. "Edward, please…"

His first lick was tentative at best, but then he groaned around my clit and holy hell was I ready again. Tonight was awkward, but I KNEW that there was a sex god buried in there somewhere and I'd do my damndest to bring him out. He was already so good at this…

"Bella you're simply ambrosia," he moaned. His tongue was incredibly eager to explore me, pushing inside of me, making my hips arch off the bed. I was close again, incredibly close.

"Edward please," I cried. "Get the condom now, I'm not kidding."

With shaky hands, we rolled it on together, and I helped guide him to my center. "Now, Edward."

He nodded, and I could see his jaw flex with concentration as he pushed inside me, achingly slow. It was nearly enough to make me cum, but not quite. I wanted to be paying attention as he fell apart for the very first time. "Oh SHIT," he groaned loudly. "Bella… FUCK!" I loved this dirty mouthed Edward. I hoped I'd see him more often. The sheer amount of pleasure on his face was well worth the previous episode. I felt it too; the man was huge and filled me completely. Ungh.

When he was fully seated inside of me, I looked up into his face again. He was panting hard, eyes squeezed tight shut. I knew he was concentrating hard. "Edward, look at me," I whispered, cupping his face.

He opened one eye slowly. "Fuck me," I whispered.

His thrusts started out shallow, and I could tell by the way he held me that he was terrified, but I whispered small encouragements in his ear until I was being blown away. He was a fast learner- lived up to that reputation for sure. I was gripping the headboard in minutes, on the edge myself as he grunted and groaned and tried to keep it together longer than two minutes.

"Oh!" I cried out when his fingers traced my clit. Definitely had been watching porn. I was about to cum from a guy who'd never been touched until today. Pro in the making.

"I'm gonna cum," he said, gritting his teeth, and then I felt warmth fill the condom inside me. I came about five seconds later, squeezing his enormous cock, milking him as I cried out his name and gripping his shoulders tight, riding out my own intense orgasm. "FUCK!"

He buried his face in my neck as he collapsed his full weight on top of me, making me moan, this time in pleasure and not pain. This, I could get used to.

"I'm SO sorry," he muttered into my shoulder now.

"Why? I came," I giggled. "Hard."

He looked up at me, grinning so wide I seriously worried for his face. "You did?"

"Um, did you not hear and feel me?" I asked incredulously. I'm not that good of an actress.

"I was a little caught up in the moment," he admitted, and I had to kiss him again, softly this time.

"You were wonderful," I promised. "And it'll just keep getting better from here."

"You mean.. there's going to be another time?" he asked, looking excited and eager and entirely too sexy for his own good.

I stroked my hand through his coppery hair, now damp with sweat. "And a time after that, and a time after that and a time after that…"

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