A/N: Thank you guys so much for taking this short ride with me... I hope you enjoyed.

Thanks again to my team... Ashley, Monica and Di... couldn't have done it without you!

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Part 5

Edward sighs as firm but gentle teeth nip at his collarbone for an answer, the swipe of a tongue for punctuation. A series of tender bites and kisses cover the expanse of his back. Bella places one hand next to Edward's head for support, the other gripping his thigh. It's an easy reach for him, shifting to lick and nip at the soft skin of her wrist.

"Edward..." She warns, but he doesn't stop. Sometimes a little goading is necessary to keep her moving.

The hand is jerked out of reach, and Bella moves away from his body. Before he can question, her tongue is back on him, licking a firm stroke up his length and his mind is useless. He can almost feel his blood rushing through his veins, flowing down to where her fingers are gripping his shaft.

"Jesus, Bella," he chokes, gives in to his body's need to rock into her mouth and fingers.

"Yeah, just like that," she taunts.

"Come on and ride me already, Bella. Don't tease me," he growls.

"No, I like it just like this," she murmurs, never stopping her teasing tastes. "Going to lick you until you fall apart. I want your come in my mouth."

"Fuck."

Then it's only Edward's broken voice in the room, begging and sighing, and Bella making good on her promise. He's nearly coming, his body shaking with restraint when she pulls away with a pop.

"You've got to be kidding..." He whimpers, but it's stopped by a light smack on his ass.

"You can't come yet. I'm not finished with you," she chides.

Edward groans and tries to pull her mouth back down to him. He doesn't need to glance back to know the look in her eyes. His lover knows what she wants, couldn't care less if he wants to hurry the pace. He's expecting tongue and is surprised to feel her slick fingers grip him, stroking slow and sure. Edward loves this feeling, how her hands can manipulate every nerve in his body.

Unfortunately, Bella still doesn't seem to be in any rush, languidly stroking him and keeping him on edge. He doesn't know how long she keeps him like that, and the only thing preventing him from attacking her is the knowledge that she can't hold out forever.

"Bella…"

"What do you need?" she breathes. It's quiet, speculative, as if she doesn't know exactly what he needs.

"Anything… God, anything."

Fingers continue to squeeze and stroke around him.

"Please. Fuck, Bella… please." Despite Edward's two hundred thousand dollar education, his vocabulary disappears during sex.

He can't help but sigh raggedly in relief when she pulls back. It's only seconds before he feels her tight, wet heat stretching over his length. Warm hands grip his shoulders as she settles her hips fully onto him. He's thankful she knows she has to set the pace. If Edward could move, it would be over too fast. He wonders how she can ride him so smoothly, pace unhurried, possessing a patience he lost at the first touch of tongue.

But apparently, even Bella can only last so long, he thinks, as she yanks him forward, sitting up with her chest tightly pressed to his front. The younger woman wraps him up completely—her legs encircling his torso, hot breath at the side of his neck, and it all feels so fucking amazing.

Their bodies are bowed, she's flexing and guiding, Edward losing himself in the knowing and intimate play between them. He's nearly shocked out of their rhythm when she slams her hips down, bouncing in time with the snap of his hips. Edward's pretty sure he's lost all powers of speech, can't even moan when her soft voice hums in his ear.

"Gonna come, Edward? Don't hold back, come on…feels so goddamn good."

Bella's walls tighten on his flesh, and he's just done. He comes, shaking and panting, while she doesn't even lose her pace.

And like so many times before, seeing and feeling him fall apart sets Bella off, her slick walls pulsing with her own release. Edward's spent, but it still feels perfect—coming inside her. They remain locked together, her arched back with him supporting her, as the tremors pass, passion abating, and leaving pure fulfillment in its place.

Bella waits for Edward to catch his breath before sliding off his lap, breaking their connection. Her limbs are reluctant to take her weight and she falls onto the sheets away from him. Edward's barely in better shape, but he manages to clean them both. Not with a shirt—he never forgot that lesson—but with wet cloth he retrieves from the bathroom. They lay peacefully for a few minutes until their breathing is slow and even.

"Two years..." Edward exhales, and smiles when Bella looks at him, cue for her to reach out again, pulling him close and covering his mouth.

Only under pain of death would Edward ever admit that this is his favorite part of everything. The two of them are never closer than in this moment—the day done, bodies fulfilled. There's just this kiss, both of them kissing each other as they've never kissed anyone else, and never will again. The urgency is gone, seduction over. Every stroke and touch is knowledge gained and used—the way Bella's tongue reaches as deeply as possible while Edward's hands frame her face. How his teeth run along and capture her bottom lips just as she pulls away.

Bella falls asleep first, sprawled on the left side of the bed. He gets up, folding abandoned clothes and removing his contacts before settling next to her.

He doesn't know if she's figured it out, but this, the game they play and the control he willingly gives up, is just another way to build her confidence. It's subtle, private, but it's just as important. There's more to eliminating doubt than the business knowledge they share. He believes she is capable of so much professionally and personally, in their relationship, but if this can help, Edward's ready to relinquish everything, every time.

In the end, it'll be worth it. As good as they are now, it will get better. Bella likes her job, excels at it—Edward knows all the things she's done for him. But she's getting too complacent, too comfortable. The young woman's talent is apparent, and she'll be amazing on her own.

For now, Edward will keep silently pushing, loving, and supporting, until she's ready to take her place at his level.

When Bella Swan finally steps up, Chicago will never be the same.

That's it for these two as of right now... keep it on alert just in case. ;)

Does anyone feel like reading a drabble over the next few days? Is that still a thing? I have at least 3 of them that I had posted before... they were all pulled down by the site after a lot of my stories were reported for rated M content... I'd like to have all my stories posted in one place again... so let me know what you think are you all as bored as me?

Also, I hope you are all checking out my new (never posted) story called Hold Steady... the first chapter went up yesterday!

Jess