Disclaimer; As you already know, I don't own Twilight or any of the characters, I just borrowed them for a while.

Special thanks as always to Rita01TX for her wonderful editing and Keye Cullen for pre reading and finding all my British quirks. Without these ladies this would not be as much fun to read. A shout out too for Leech Lover Claudia for my gorgeous banner.

A/N Sorry for the delay in posting this final chapter. (I think I'm finding it hard to let these two go.) But, since I can't deny you guys some sexy schmexy lovin any longer here it is! Enjoy…

Chapter 14

I sat in the kitchen waiting impatiently for Edward.

My knees were bouncing and my fingers tapped the edge of the table as I watched the minute hand crawl agonisingly slowly towards three o'clock. The knock at the door made me jump and, smoothing my hands down my dress, I rushed into the hall. As I passed the mirror, I checked my reflection. In a blatant attempt to drive Edward mad with lust, I had put on make-up. I didn't usually bother, but I had managed to clumsily apply some mascara, only poking myself in the eye twice, and a little lipstick. I just hoped that it enhanced my normally plain features.

I peeped through the spyhole. Edward knew I did this and he was standing on the other side, peering back at me and mimicking my pose. One eye was squeezed shut, the other open wide and held close to the glass. I giggled as I noticed his tongue sticking out like he was concentrating hard. I flung the door open and jumped into his arms.

"Hey, Bella. Missed me much?" he laughed, holding me out at arms-length to look me over. "Wow, you look amazing."

I blushed.

"Hey, I made lasagne for us. It's in the refrigerator, I just need to grab it."

I purposefully tried to sway my hips as I walked back into the house, hoping he thought I looked sexy and not like some demented penguin. He followed me and I made a point of bending at the waist to dip into the refrigerator, pushing my ass up in the air. I must have been doing something right because I could swear I heard him suck in a deep breath through his teeth. I stood again and swung around to hand him the lasagne dish, keeping a neutral expression on my face.

"Here, we can warm it up and eat it at your house."

Raising an eyebrow, he took the dish, not sure whether I was deliberately using innuendo or not. I smiled innocently and spun away from him. Bending again, I grabbed some salad stuff and dropped them into a bag.

"I'm ready, if you are."

We stowed the food in the trunk and Edward ran to hold the passenger door for me. I remembered how I got in last time, flopping in the seat and twisting my legs. Just as before, the motion caused my dress up to ride up my thighs. I bit my lip, making a big deal out of slowly smoothing it down. Edward stared and licked his lips. Gotcha! I was definitely affecting him and I couldn't help the smug smirk gracing my face as we rode over to his house.

He rushed around and opened the door for me to get out, gentlemanly as always. What a shame I was having such unladylike thoughts about him. I looked up at him from under my lashes as I held out my hand for him to assist me. He watched my legs as I spun them out of the car and I let the wrap fall open, revealing my bare thigh. He swallowed thickly.

"When is your family coming home?"

It distracted him from his gaping.

"Um... Sunday night."

I moved around the back of the car and looked at him, my head tilted to one side.

"Can you open this for me?"

His eyes immediately dropped to the bow on my hip and I had to stifle a giggle.

"The trunk," I laughed, wiggling a finger in the direction of the car.

"Eh...oh, yeah."

He ran around and retrieved the lasagne dish and the bag full of salad. I let him lead the way, enjoying the view of his rear end bobbing and flexing before my eyes as he climbed up the steps to his parents' house.

I followed him inside, he made straight for the kitchen, unloading the food onto the grey veined, white marble counter top. I had been in here before, but I had been too distracted by my lack of panties to really pay full attention. Looking around now I was impressed. Esme Cullen's kitchen was an amazing. Large and spotlessly clean. Full of high spec equipment and chrome gadgets. She even had one of those large, professional coffee making machines like in coffee shops; the kind that dispense steamed milk and make really frothy cappuccinos. For a moment, I was distracted from my plan as I did some ogling of Esme's kitchen erotica, pausing to run a finger gently along the edge of her stove.

"I think you have a little drool..."

Edward mocked me as he swept a finger across my bottom lip to catch the imaginary saliva. I punched his arm lightly.

"It's just such an amazing kitchen; I would love to bake in here."

His eyes widened.

"Bake...like cakes?"

He sounded surprised, his voice climbing at least an octave higher than normal. I giggled. The route to a man's heart and all that.

"I didn't mean potatoes, Edward."

"Wow, Bella. You can make cakes for me any time."

He was grinning widely, looking so cute that I decided to make him some cupcakes tomorrow in Charlie's small and shabby kitchen.

Then I remembered the real reason I was there…my master plan to lose my virginity with the guy I loved. I could feel the excitement starting to build as the anticipation fluttered in my stomach.

"Edward, will you play for me?"

I tried my best to look at him seductively, half closing my eyes and parting my lips just enough to allow my tongue to slide out and moisten my skin. I had no idea if I was doing this right; I just hoped it was alluring and not like I had some kind of facial tic.

"Okay, sure."

He hesitated for a moment. I hoped it wasn't because he thought I had something in my eye. He held a hand out to me and smiled when I took it. I enjoyed the warmth of it as he wrapped it around mine, pulling me with him into the entrance hall.

Just like the last time he played for me, he sat at one end of the piano stool, leaving room for me next to him. I took my position and crossed my legs, allowing the wrap of the dress to fall away and reveal my legs. I made no move to cover myself and he stilled as his eyes raked from my ankles to my thighs. He looked my legs up and down a second time and I forced myself not to squirm under his scrutiny. It sent a shiver up my spine and I had to bite my lip to keep my composure. I felt sure he would touch me then, the expectation making me curl my toes. But he didn't.

He took a deep breath and turned back to the keyboard. For a second, a wave of crushing rejection swept over me. All my amateurish seduction was for nothing. I was laying myself bare for him and he could just easily ignore me. I knew I was over thinking it. I knew that it was because he was afraid to push me too far, too fast, and that he was holding himself back for my benefit.

He stretched out his fingers, cracking his knuckles. Carefully laying his fingers on top of the ivory keys, he paused for a moment before starting to move. The notes came thick and fast, a lively piece which was at odds with the suffocating desires and rejection that were coursing through me. I sighed and he glanced across to me.

"You don't like this one?" he asked as his playing slowed and quietened. I shook my head.

"Will you play my song again? The one you played when we came back from the movies?"

He cleared his throat, no doubt reminded of our "non sex" adventure in the back row.

"Okay."

Expertly, he managed to switch melodies into my song. His eyes closed as he played, fingers stretching to reach the notes, thighs flexing as he worked the pedals, his shoulders rising and falling as he gave himself over to the music. Watching him like this, lost in his passion, made me want him badly. I wanted to feel his fingers moving like that on my body. I wanted to be the one to put that look of concentration and sensuality on his face. I could feel myself becoming turned on, the tingling in my belly, the moisture at my core. I rocked slightly on the stool, pressing my thighs together, enjoying the sensations it evoked.

Edwards's eyes were closed as he continued plying by instinct alone. I couldn't stand it anymore. I rose quietly and moved to stand behind the bench. I let him play a little longer, but when the feelings inside me were too strong, I placed my hands on his shoulders. Leaning forward, I pushed my hands over his shoulders and across his chest, pressing myself against his back in an embrace. His playing faltered as I leaned my lips close to his ear.

"Edward, I need you," I whispered hoarsely into his ear.

He shuddered, shifting his position on the stool.

"Bella...I don't know if that's such a good idea."

He placed his hands over mine as they pressed against his heart.

"But, I love you and you love me..."

I brushed the tip of my nose around the shell of his ear. He sighed.

"I want you too, Bella. Believe me. I just don't think it's a good idea. It's too soon."

I whined like a child that couldn't get its own way.

"But I want you, Edward. I need you."

He swallowed and the bobbing of his Adam's apple only increased my desire for him. I kissed softly along his jaw and down his throat.

"I don't want you to panic. I don't want you to feel afraid."

He tilted his head to the side. I had reached his collar bone, so I pressed my tongue against his flesh, slowly licking him as I traced my way back up to his ear. His eyes squeezed shut as he wrestled with his emotions. I could see the bulge forming in his pants.

"Edward, please. I'm not frightened of you. I love you."

I hoped he could hear the truth in my words.

"Bella, I love you too, so much, but..."

I cut him off as I freed one hand and began to move it down his body. He groaned slightly as he pressed back against me.

"Edward, please don't make me beg."

I had reached his waistband and paused. If I hadn't been so close, I might not have heard him gasp softly as I stroked him through the rough denim. His eyes rolled up in his head.

"Bella...baby, please...think about this."

His jaw flexed with the effort of resisting what his body was telling him it needed. He was stronger than I would have originally given him credit for, still wanting to put my feelings before his own, even in the face of such massive temptation.

I pressed my breasts closer against his back, rubbing them up against him. He sucked air in through his teeth.

"Edward, I want this. I want my first time to be here, with you."

"Oh, Jesus, Bella."

He took hold of my hands and spun around on the bench to face me. I stood in the gap between his legs. His hands rested on my hips as he scanned up and down my body. I swallowed hard. I wanted this; I wanted him so badly. I wanted to feel his gentle touch, his mouth, and his hands on my flesh. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as his left hand slid across my body, then he deftly undid the bow at my side and the dress fell open.

I whimpered as he took a moment to look at me. He licked his lips, his eyes roaming hungrily over my body. He slipped his hands inside the dress and, with a steady motion, he slid his palms up my sides, skimming the edge of my breasts and opening the garment wider in their wake until finally reaching my shoulders, running his hands over them. The dress fell down my arms and I shrugged it off, allowing it to fall softly to my feet.

"So beautiful, Bella."

He stared at me wearing nothing but the lingerie and heels. Then he ghosted his right palm over the exposed skin at the top of my breasts. I quivered as his touch left a burning heat across my chest. I stroked the side of his face with the flat of my hand and he leaned in to me, closing his eyes, his own hands moving now to cup my breasts through the heavy black lace. He bent forward, kissing and nuzzling them through the fabric.

Suddenly, and with surprising swiftness, he ran a hand around to the small of my back and pressed me against him. He held his ear to my heart and closed his eyes. I held his head to my chest with one hand and stroked over his unruly hair with the other.

"Are you sure you want this?"

His voice was barely a whisper.

"So much, Edward."

He nodded against me.

"But not here."

He drew himself up then, towering over me even with the heels. He twisted and, in one smooth movement, picked me up in his arms, carrying me towards the stairs as if he were my bridegroom. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head against his chest.

He carried me up to his room and placed me gently on his bed. I looked at him in awe as he started to undress. He watched me the whole time. He had stripped down to his boxers, his erection straining against the fabric, when he moved to the bedside table. He dug around for a second and then looked at me strangely.

"Um, Bella? You wouldn't happen to have any condoms in your purse, would you?"

What? No condoms? Shit! After I managed to convince him to come to bed, he held the empty box upside down, shaking it as if one might magically appear.

"No."

I blushed. Did I look like the kind of girl who carried condoms in her purse? The thought of me actually buying condoms was mortifying enough, quite apart from the fact that Charlie would probably have been informed before I even had the chance to get them home. I realised then just how big the box was that he was holding.

"Um, Edward? How many were in that box?"

He looked back at me, frantic that he hadn't realized how this jumbo sized pack was making him look like a total manwhore.

"Huh..."

Then the penny dropped.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. I haven't used them all. Well, I have, but not how they should be used."

I was looking at him all confused and scrunch faced. He sighed.

"We blew some up and decorated Emmett's porch when he started dating Rosalie."

"Oh, I see."

Well, that's all right then. Edward the Ass strikes again.

"Fuck!"

Edward was back fisting his hair as he paced back and forth. I am pretty sure he was considering alternative options like cling-film, surgical gloves, sticky tape, that sort of thing.

"Got it!" he exclaimed. "Alice...don't...just don't go anywhere."

I giggled. Like that was going to happen. He ran out of the room. I lay back on the bed listening as he banged and clattered around in his sister's room.

After a while, I heard him cheer when he presumably found what he was looking for. He came rushing back in to me, all red faced and flustered.

"Well, Miss Swan. You've got a choice."

"A choice?"

Just call me Baffled of Forks because, seriously, what was there to choose with condoms? He raised an eyebrow, holding out both hands for me to see.

"Alice has quite a collection. You can have Glow in the Dark, Smiley Face, or the one I'm hoping you won't want…Chocolate Flavoured."

I giggled.

"Why don't you want me to have the chocolate one?"

I had always liked chocolate myself.

"Fuck, Bella! I don't want you getting carried away and biting Little Ed off."

I laughed as he looked at me in mock horror.

He tossed the packets onto the nightstand and flopped on the bed next to me, his breathing starting to regulate again. He turned to face me, smiling as he propped himself up with one elbow. He looked at me now, stroking along my jaw with his index finger, slowly and firmly. When he reached my chin, he changed direction and ran down my throat. I swallowed hard as he kept moving, slowly dragging down my chest and along the valley between my breasts. He paused as he reached the lace barrier.

My breathing was speeding up as the anticipation began to build again. I locked eyes with him. His expression was serious now; he hesitated for a second before he moved his face to mine, keeping eye contact. We were close now, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. His eyes flickered to my mouth, then back to my eyes.

"Oh, Edward."

"Bella."

He kissed me, his lips pressing gently against mine, moving with me, firmer now. I could feel him trembling as he fought to hold back the dam of emotion threatening to burst within him. I snaked my arms around his back, pulling him towards me wanting to feel him, all of him, against me as we lay there. He broke away from me for a moment.

"You're sure this is what you want?"

The last chance. The point of no return.

"I don't just want it, Edward. I need it…I need you."

He nodded with closed his eyes, like he was in pain. When they opened again, the look in them took my breath away. He was focused and determined. He was passion and love, and he was beautiful.

He reached behind me and undid my bra clasp, then pulled the straps slowly down my arms, revealing my naked breasts. He took a second to look at me. I bit my lip as I felt myself becoming even more aroused.

"You are so beautiful, Bella."

It was my undoing. I reached up to him, pulling him down against me and capturing his lips with mine. This time, the kiss wasn't gentle. It was passion and need. It was raw. Hands moving, touching, pulling, squeezing, hips pressing into hips, rolling, pushing, wanting.

He kissed down my neck and took my hardened nipple into his mouth and I arched into him. The feelings of desire he could evoke in me were all new. I had experimented with my body before, but it was nothing compared to this.

"Edward," I whispered his name, my eyes closed as I just let myself feel it all.

He switched to my other breast and I hummed at the pleasure he was giving to me.

His hand was moving as he continued to work with his mouth. Trailing slowly down to my sex, his fingers moved across the lacy fabric. The sensation of his touch was electric and I pressed my hips up against his hand. I wove my fingers into his hair and scraped his scalp with my nails. He groaned against me, flexing his hips against mine. My hands moved over him, down over firm shoulders, caressing flexing muscle and sinew, his arms, his chest, his taut stomach, the trail of soft hair. Elastic. I tugged at his underwear, trying to rid him of them. He leaned back and grinned at my pathetic attempts to undress him.

"Let me help."

He hopped up and smoothly whipped the offending item off. He stood at the foot of the bed, naked before me. I stared at him, mesmerized by his beauty. He watched me as I looked my fill.

His hands gripped the lace at my hips and, slowly, he dragged my panties down my thighs and off. He looked up at me and I blushed at the scrutiny. At the same time, I could feel my arousal damp on my thighs and my desire for him spiked, my breathing coming harder. He ran his palms up from my ankles, gently moving them apart. He knelt on the bed as his hands moved higher. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, unable to look as he skimmed over my knees, parting my legs further, and over my thighs. Then his was mouth on me, hot and urgent, tongue twisting, laving. My fingers twisted in his hair. The sound, grumbling, purring, alien…it's me!

He slipped two fingers inside, still worshipping me with his mouth. My hips ground against him and I could feel the tension beginning to coil in my hips, pulling tighter and tighter as he worked me until, finally, it snapped and my orgasm crashed over me, making me scream his name while my fingers gripped his hair tighter.

Then he moved, kissing his way up my body. I was breathless. He ghosted kisses over my throat, my jaw. He found my mouth and I kissed him furiously, our tongues pushing and pressing against each other. My hand reached out and found him. I stroked along his length and he bucked his hips, pressing himself against my hand.

"Oh, Bella! I want you so badly." he whispered against my lips.

"Edward, yes."

I wanted him, too…wanted to make him happy…wanted him to be my first, my last, my always.

He tried not to break the kiss as his hand fumbled across to the nightstand. He pulled back and sat up on his heels, looking at the small packet in his fingers.

"Hmm, Smiley Face," he grinned as he tore the packet open.

"Let me."

I sat up and took it from his hands, relieved to see that the Smiley Face was only on the wrapper and not on the end of the condom. I gently took hold of him and ham fistedly rolled it on. He watched me in rapt fascination.

"I love you, Bella!"

"Oh, Edward! I love you too, so much!"

He stroked my arm before moving back over me. I felt him lining himself up and then he paused.

"You're sure?"

I looked deep into his eyes, seeing nothing there to hurt me. I nodded and he began to push into me. I gasped at the sensation and he stilled, feeling my barrier.

"This might hurt a little, sweetheart. I'll be quick, okay?"

I grit my teeth and nodded, waiting for the pain. In one smooth movement, he pushed through and I gasped as I felt the tear. He stilled then, kissing me again and again. It was overwhelming, the feeling of him being inside me, the pain, my love for him. A tear rolled down my cheek and he kissed it away, leaning back to look at me.

"Bella, are you okay?" he asked, concern pulling his eyebrows together.

"Yeah, it's not so bad now."

He nodded and slowly pulled back out, watching my reactions carefully. Then he pressed back into me and I smiled, reassuring him. He picked up speed then, getting into his flow. I pressed my hips against his, finding my own rhythm. His kisses were hungry, needy, and I felt it too. He was grunting and sweating as he pressed on towards his own release. His hand moved between us, rubbing against my sensitized nerves, and I felt myself building towards another orgasm.

"I'm getting close, Bella…cum for me."

His eyes locked onto mine and damned if the look in them wasn't the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

"Uhng, Edward!" I cried, bucking my hips against him. His free hand was on my breast and he rolled my nipple between his fingers. It tipped me over the edge and I felt myself spasm around him.

"Edward...love...you," I gasped.

He pushed in again, once…twice, and clung tightly to my shoulders as his own orgasm overtook him.

He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, and rubbed his palm over his face before gently pulling out and rolling to the side.

"Oh, my God, Bella! That was amazing!"

I nuzzled into his side and he wrapped his arms around me. We lay there all aglow for a while as our breathing relaxed, kissing each other softly and murmuring "I love yous." Edward drifted off to sleep a few minutes later and I watched him for a moment; his face looked so serene in repose. I was blissfully happy that he had been my first. My Edward had been a loving, gentle, passionate and caring lover. I could hardly believe that he was mine. I stroked his cheek lovingly and he wrinkled his nose, which was just too damned cute for words, but he didn't wake.

Eventually, I remembered that our dinner still needed to be cooked and rose from the bed. I looked for my dress and smiled as I remembered it was still on the floor in the hall. I found Edward's t-shirt and pulled it on, enjoying the smell of him on it.

I stopped at the bathroom and cleaned myself up. My mascara had run, giving me panda eyes, and my hair was a big frizzy bird's nest on my head. I considered taking a shower, but I wanted to get dinner cooking first so, after splashing a little water on my face, I slipped down to Esme's kitchen. I looked at the stove, trying to fathom how to light the damn thing. I was just about to give up and order a pizza, when I heard a throat clear behind me. I turned and found Edward leaning against the doorframe watching me.

"You left me."

He was wearing just his boxer shorts.

"I wanted to make dinner for you," I told him, pointing at the lasagne and then at the stove. "But I don't know how to work it."

He pushed himself off the door and stalked over to me, wrapping me in his arms.

"Forget it. I'm not that hungry."

"But, I've made it especially for you."

He smiled at me and kissed the top of my head.

"Okay."

He stretched past me and easily lit the oven.

"Bella, what time do you need to be home?"

I bit my lip and looked at my toes.

"Umm, I don't, actually. Charlie is staying on the reservation tonight."

I peeped up at him, hoping to gauge his reaction. He nodded, his face all serious. Oh no! Was he going to make me leave?

"Okay, so I need to call Emmett and cancel on him."

He smiled then and I gently smacked his arm.

"Edward, I thought you were going to send me away."

He pulled me closer.

"What? You thought I would blow off my girl to spend a night listening to Emmett burp and fart his way to dreamland?"

I giggled.

"And besides," he said, placing a kiss behind my ear. "We've still got those other two condoms of Alice's to use."

My name is Isabella Marie Swan, and I love Edward Cullen!

No, wait!

I love Edward, Big Mouthed-But Not Such An Ass, Cullen.
I love him with an all-consuming, feel it in the pit of my stomach, passion.
I love his ridiculous sticky up hair.
I love his smirking, lopsided, sharp toothed, smug grin.
I love his lime green eyes.
I love his long gangly legs.

But, most of all, I love the fact that I get to lie next to him…all night long.

The End

A/N Sooo that's it then…I hope you all liked it. I do have another fic on the boil, but I won't start to post until it is finished (cowardly, control freak that I am) so, if you are interested in finding out what my brain spews out next, please put me on author alert.

Thank you so much to everyone who has read, favorited, reviewed and hopefully enjoyed it. Until next time, take care.

Love Claire xx