A/N: So this is my first attempt at writing. I have read so many wonderful stories on this site and decided to try my hand. Please be gentle. I'm not sure if this will be a multi chapter fic or if I'll keep it a one-shot. I guess I'll let all of you be the judge :). This is essentially one giant lemon but I can't promise it's a good one. I have no beta, so all mistakes are mine. I apologize in advance for any grammatical error you may find. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. All characters belong to the very talented SM. I'm just messing with them.

I woke up to a pounding headache. My mouth felt like it was full of cotton and the taste was terrible. I could only begin to imagine how bad my breath smelled. I very slowly opened my eyes only to slam them closed again as the bright California sun caused the pounding in my head to increase.

I groaned and rolled over. Well, I tried. I looked down to find a warm, muscular arm wrapped around my torso. I started to panic. I tried to remember what the hell happened last night but it was very fuzzy. I knew that I had drunk an obscene amount of alcohol. More than I would normally allow myself, but after the hell that was this last semester, I thought I deserved to cut loose and have fun for a change.

I took a moment to study the arm that was wrapped around me, hoping to find some indication of who this was. I didn't want to roll over to look at his face and risk waking him. Once my eyes made their way to his hand, I knew. His fingers were splayed out across my bare stomach. I would know those fingers anywhere. I watched them countless times, absolutely mesmerized, as he gracefully stroked the keys of his beloved piano. Those fingers belonged to the man that I had been carrying a torch for since childhood. Those fingers belonged to Edward Cullen.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't uncommon for me to wake up and find one, or two, of my roomies in my bed. Usually it was Emmett or Jasper, but Edward has done it a time or two.

I'm sure you're wondering why I wake up every morning with my male roommates in bed with me. Believe me when I say that sleeping is the only thing that ever goes on in this bed when any of the guys are with me. In fact, that's all that ever goes on in my bed, but that's neither here nor there.

They all have their own reasons for doing this.

Jasper does it for comfort. After an ordeal that the two of us went through in high school, we spent two years sleeping in the same bed. It was the only thing that kept the nightmares away. Due to our age difference, he went off to college a year before me, so we had to spend that time sleeping apart. Because of that we can now sleep in separate beds most of the time, but sometimes we just need the comfort that only the other can offer in order to sleep.

Emmett's reasoning is quite simple. He just likes to cuddle. It started after him and his girlfriend, Rosalie, broke up and she moved out. He had gotten so used to having someone to cuddle with at night that he couldn't sleep. Being the awesome friend that I am, I decided to step in and be his personal teddy bear. I guess in hindsight this was not the best idea, seeing as how Emmett and I's affectionate relationship is what caused the break up to begin with. Insecure cow.

Then there was Edward. He just didn't like to sleep alone and most nights he didn't have to. Edward was what people would call a man-whore. I had to admit, my soul died just a little bit more every time I would come downstairs in the morning to find him sending off his latest conquest. It was rarely the same girl twice. I think he's getting pretty close to having the entire female population of USC as notches on his bedpost. On the very rare nights that he doesn't bring anyone home, or he doesn't stay with them, he's crawls into bed with me.

So by now I'm pretty sure that another question has come up. Why do I, a female, have three male roommates? The answer; I didn't really have a choice.

The four of us grew up together in the small town of Forks, Washington. Although they were all older than me, we were the best of friends. When I was seven, Emmett and Edward moved away. Carlisle and Esme hated that they had separated the four of us, so they thought it would be a good idea to buy us a house to share while we attended school. I'll never understand how my dad was sold on the idea of me sharing a house with three guys, but my mom could be very persuasive.

Once I had discovered that I would be living with the three of them I tried to get my mom to let me live in the dorms instead. I refused to move to California to be mother hen to the three of them. She had insisted that it wouldn't be like that and when I still refused she pulled out the big guns.

At first she tried to use Esme to guilt trip me. She said that Esme would be upset since she had already taken the time to decorate my room just how I would like it. I did feel a little guilty but I still wasn't sold. When that didn't work she used Jasper.

"Bella, baby, you know how much he misses you. He would be devastated if you didn't move in with him. Besides, I know that you haven't been sleeping very well since he left, so you know that he hasn't either."

Yeah, that changed my mind quite quickly, as she knew it would.

To my utter surprise, I did not, in fact, become their own personal maid. They were good about cleaning up after themselves, taking out the trash, doing the dishes, etc. I did, however, cook for them and after an epic battle with the washer, I insisted on doing their laundry. What is it about men that no matter how many times you explain it, they still can't seem to grasp how to work a washing machine? How the hell they managed to live a year without me, I'll never know.

Coming back into the present a thought occurred to me.

Edward's fingers were splayed out across my bare stomach. Why the hell is my stomach bare?

I quickly looked down and to my extreme surprise and utter horror; I was completely and totally naked.

How the fuck did I end up naked in bed with Edward?

Again, I started to panic. I quickly, but gently, managed to unwind myself from his grasp and stumbled into the bathroom. I closed the door as quietly as possible before making my way over to the sink. I leaned against the counter and took a few deep calming breaths as I wracked my brain for some clear memory of the night before.

I remembered the beginning of the evening without a problem. The boys threw a big party at the end of every school year to give everyone a chance to have a good time and relax after finals.

My head was starting to throb even worse than before from trying to remember. Just as I was about to give up and go wake Edward to find out what the hell happened, it was as though a veil lifted and I remembered everything. I gasped as the memories filled my head.

"OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod!"

I was standing at the bar with Jasper and Emmett doing shots of… well I had no clue. I was already pretty lit so it all tasted like water at that point. Angela, a girl from my psych class that I had become good friends with at the start of the semester, came over to do a shot with us. We were just talking and laughing when something caught her attention. She looked down at me and smirked.

"What?" I asked.

"Edward's staring at you."

"What?"

I turned around and sure enough, Edward was standing not ten feet away, his piercing green eyes fixed on me. I turned back to Angela and rolled my eyes.

"Angie, he's drunk, and from this distance I'm sure he thinks I'm one of his harem."

"If you say so. He's been staring at you almost all night."

I rolled my eyes again.

"Well we're about to find out 'cause he's coming over here."

Just as the last words left her lips I felt two strong arms encircle my waist. I jumped at the unexpected contact, earning me a light chuckle from Edward.

Even if Angela hadn't told me he was coming over here, I would have known it was him as soon as he touched me. Edward's touch brought with it this spark. Almost like a small electric shock that never failed to make my entire body a livewire. I hated the fact that my body reacted to him the way it did. It was extremely pathetic on my part that just the sound of his voice could damn near bring me to my knees.

I took a moment to relish the contact. It just felt so… right being in his arms. I pulled in a breath, bringing in the scent of cinnamon, brown sugar, and cigarette smoke. Good God he smelled good. After basking in my Edward bubble I snapped myself back to reality. I turned my head slightly and looked up at the bronze-haired god that starred in every fantasy I've had over the last two years.

"Something I can help you with, Edward?"

He smiled that sexy, panty dropping, crooked smile of his and I felt my knees go weak. It was a good thing he was holding me as tightly as he was or I might have hit the floor.

"Dance with me" he said. It almost sounded like he was demanding it instead of asking. Then again, I'm sure Edward wasn't used to asking for anything when it came to the fairer sex.

I wanted to say no but, I mean, come on. It would be incredibly fucking stupid of me to pass up the chance of having Edward grinding against me on the dance floor. Even still, I refused to be one of those girls. The kind of girl that did whatever was demanded of her just because a hot guy paid a little bit of attention to her.

I looked back toward Angela only to discover that she was gone.

Well, damn! There went my only out.

"You know Edward, asking will usually get better results than demanding."

He smirked at me and let out a soft chuckle. He unwrapped his arms from around my waist and I instantly regretted opening my mouth. He stepped around so he was standing in front of me and took both of my hands in his.

"Miss Swan," he said as he actually bowed, eliciting a giggle from me. He looked up at me when he heard it and winked. "Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

I couldn't help myself. That was just too damned cute. I smiled at him as I curtsied in return to his bow. I'm sure the people around us thought we had lost our fucking minds. "Why I would be delighted."

He took my hand and led me through the sea of bodies. When he came to a stop the song changed and Addicted by Saving Abel starting playing.

Lovely. Of all the fucking songs in the world they had to pick this one to play now?

Edward turned me so I was facing him. He hooked his index fingers through the belt loops of my jeans and pulled me flush against him. I was startled by the sudden movement and yelped in surprise. He simply smiled in response. He then grabbed my hands, bringing them up to wrap my arms around his neck before placing both of his hands on my hips.

His eyes never left mine as we danced and as hard as I tried, I couldn't bring myself to look away from him. Between the intensity of his eyes and the way we were dancing, it was as though floodgates had opened as I felt a sudden rush of wetness between my thighs. At this point I was convinced he was going to make me come just by looking at me like that.

Halfway through the song he spun me around so my back was pressed up against his chest. We continued to grind on each other. In this position it was more evident that little Edward was definitely enjoying this dance as much as I was. I decided to have a little fun with him and rotated my hips and pushed back a little so my ass would grind into his very hard cock. I heard him moan and his hold on my hips tightened.

He leaned in closer and buried his face in the side of my neck as he breathed in deeply.

"Fuck! Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

To illustrate his point, he thrust his hips against me, causing us both to moan this time.

I didn't even have time to think about answering him before he spun me around and assaulted my lips with his.

Although I was surprised by not only the sudden movement, but also the fact that Edward Cullen was kissing me, it only took mere seconds for me to respond.

Our lips seemed to move in perfect sync with one another. I felt his tongue snake out and lick my bottom lip, asking for entrance that I readily granted. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped when I felt his tongue enter my mouth and intertwine with my own. If I thought Edward smelled good, it was nothing compared to how he tasted.

As our tongues battled for dominance, I slid my hands from his shoulders, up his neck, and buried my fingers in his hair. It was so soft and I couldn't stop myself from tugging on it slightly. He growled. Like seriously, growled. Honestly that had to have been the sexiest sound ever. I felt a new wave of wetness between my legs. My already very wet panties were now completely drenched and I was pretty sure if we kept this up any longer my jeans were going to be soaked through as well.

My lungs were beginning to burn from the lack of oxygen, but I couldn't bring myself to stop kissing him. Apparently he was feeling the burn as well. He pulled his lips from mine and I almost whimpered at the loss.

He rested his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes, searching for something. Whatever he was looking for he must have found. He grinned then grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the dance floor. My brain was still in a lust-induced fog, so it didn't quite register that he was headed up the stairs and to my room until the door closed and he slammed me against it.

Again, he captured my lips with his before I could speak. Not that I had anything coherent to say at this point. There was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that there was something I should tell him. Something important. But with the way his tongue was expertly fucking my mouth, I couldn't for the life of me think of what it was. Nor did I particularly care.

He lifted me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. This new position was much better. His cock was perfectly lined up with my throbbing center, allowing me to grind on him to create the friction my body was so desperately craving.

When the need for air became apparent again, he freed my lips, only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of my throat. His hand that was not supporting my weight reached around my back and undid the three ties that were keeping my shirt in place. Of course, I couldn't wear a bra with this shirt, so when he pulled it away and threw it behind him, my top half was left completely exposed to him. He let out a groan and his lips continued their descent from my neck to my collar bones. He trailed his tongue down in between the valley of my breasts before turning his head slightly and taking my left nipple in his mouth.

I let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan at the sensation of his mouth on me. He circled his tongue around my nipple before taking it between his teeth and biting down gently.

"Fuck! Edward!" I hissed out in pleasure. I felt his lips turn up into a smile before switching to my right breast and giving it the same attention as the left.

My moans and groans were apparently becoming too much for him because he suddenly yanked me away from the door and made his way to the bed. He cleared the room in three strides and had me on my back, him hovering over me, before my mind could catch up with what was happening.

He reached back, grabbing the back of his shirt, and pulled it over his head before bringing his mouth back to mine. I traced the contours of his defined chest and sculpted abs, rejoicing in the way he shivered at my gentle touch.

He shifted, supporting his weight on one forearm, while his other hand made its way to the button of my jeans. He quickly did away with my pants, leaving me lying before him in nothing but my drenched panties.

He looked down at me, seemingly drinking in the sight.

"So beautiful," he whispered.

I smiled, not really caring if he meant it or not. It was sweet of him to say.

His lips got back to work on my neck while he snaked his hand into my panties. He ran his index finger over my folds, starting at my entrance and slowly moving his way to my clit and circling the sensitive nub with the tip of his finger.

I couldn't have stopped the moan that escaped my lips if I had tried.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked, his lips brushing against the skin of my neck as he spoke.

"God, yes" I whispered breathlessly.

Without warning, the finger that was teasing my nub swiftly entered me and I let out yet another moan.

"Fuck, Bella. So wet for me," Edward groaned.

His finger pumped in and out of me at a leisurely pace, bringing his thumb up to rub my clit. After a few torturous minutes of this, he added a second finger. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but as soon as he started pumping in and out of me again the feeling went away.

"Jesus Christ! So fucking tight!"

His words once again brought that feeling to the front of my mind that there's something I needed to tell him. Now if only I could remember what the fuck that was…

Again, I pushed it aside. Besides, did it really matter right now? Hell no, it did not.

He kissed his way down my body as his fingers worked me into a frenzy. I was writhing beneath him like a bitch in heat. I should have been embarrassed but I was too worked up by this point to give a shit.

I was getting close. I could feel my stomach start to tighten, warning me of my impending orgasm. My moans and groans grew louder and just when I thought it couldn't get any better, it did.

He removed his fingers from inside me, and before I could utter even a sound of protest, he, quite literally, ripped my panties from my body and replaced his fingers with his tongue.

"Oh… oh God… Edward!" Heaven, pure fucking heaven. I could die right now and go out with a smile on my face and a song in my heart.

He thrust his tongue in and out of my pussy, mimicking what his fingers had been doing previously. He reached up with his left hand and palmed my right breast, running his thumb over my nipple. His right hand came up and started working my clit again while he fucked me with his tongue.

The coil in my stomach tightened further.

"Fuck… Edward… gonna…uh…gonna come."

"That's it, baby. Come for me."

He thrust two of his fingers back inside me, hitting a spot inside that I never knew existed. That was all it took. The moment his fingertips brushed over that spot my walls clenched down as I called out his name in utter ecstasy.

His fingers continued to move slowly in and out of me, bringing me down from my high, as he lapped up everything I gave him.

"Mmmmm… you taste so fucking good."

I simply hummed in response. I couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone speak.

Once he was satisfied that he had gathered every drop, he withdrew his fingers, making sure to lick them clean, and crawled back up my body.

He positioned himself between my legs and braced himself on his forearms so as not to put all his weight on me. He leaned down and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. I was hesitant to allow his tongue to enter my mouth. I had imagined that it would have disgusted me to taste myself on him, but I found it oddly arousing.

Without breaking our kiss, he reached over and grabbed his pants off of the footboard of my bed. He pulled out his wallet and retrieved a condom. When did he take off his pants?

I started to panic then. I FINALLY remembered what it was that I needed to tell him that was so important.

I pried my lips, albeit reluctantly, from his and sat up as best I could with him lying on top of me.

"Edward, wait," I said as I placed my hand against his chest.

"What's wrong?" he asked with genuine concern.

"I… I mean… I've never…" I didn't know how to say it so I just blurted it out. "Edward, I'm a virgin!"

I had expected him to freak out, to be surprised, to laugh even. Instead he just smiled that sexy smile and leaned in to kiss me again.

"I know," he said as he pulled back.

"What?"

"Bella, I know that you're a virgin. If you don't want to do this we don't have to."

I found it kind of sweet that he was giving me the opportunity to back out. It took me only a second or two to decide that it was too late for that. I wanted him and I wanted him now.

"No, I want to."

He smiled again and kissed me with a renewed vigor.

I heard the sound of the condom wrapper being ripped open. He pulled away from my lips and leaned back slightly so he could roll the condom on.

I looked down, getting my first eyeful of a naked Edward in all his glory. Panic began to rise within me again as I took in his size. Fuck me, he's HUGE! He's planning on sticking that WHERE?

Edward's chuckle brought me from what I thought was an internal panic attack.

"Not to worry, love. I promise I'll be gentle."

Oh God! Did I say that out loud?

"Yes, love. You did." He chuckled again and I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment. I was grateful that it was dark and he couldn't see it.

My embarrassment was quickly forgotten when he returned to his previous position of hovering over me and I felt the tip of his cock rub gently against me.

He placed several small kisses on my face starting at the corner of my mouth and working his way to my ear.

"I'm sorry, baby" he whispered.

At first I was confused. What the hell would he be apologizing for? In the next second I realized EXACTLY why he was apologizing.

He reached down between us, grabbing the base of his cock and lining himself up with my entrance. Without preamble, he quickly thrust himself inside me. I felt a sharp pain, but as he stilled inside me, it quickly became a dull ache. I felt tears well up but they didn't fall. So much for being gentle.

He stayed perfectly still for a few minutes, giving me time to adjust.

"I thought it would be best to do it quick. Are you okay?" he asked as he brushed his fingers over my cheek.

I moved experimentally and upon deciding that the pain was bearable I nodded.

"I'm good. You can move."

He started out slowly, pulling out an inch or two before pushing back in. The slow pace was starting to frustrate me, so I began to move with him, bringing my hips up to meet his thrusts. Once he realized that I was, in fact, okay, he sped up his pace.

We were both moaning and groaning as he pumped in and out of my pussy like this was the last time he would ever have sex again.

"Fuck! Yes, Bella. So. Fucking. Good." He punctuated his last three words with hard thrusts.

"Yes! Shit… Edward! Faster, baby! Harder!"

He did just as I asked, causing the coil in my stomach to tighten once again.

"Shit, Bella. I'm so close. God, you're so tight. I'm not gonna last much longer."

"Me too. So close… uh, right there."

"Come with me, baby. Oh fuck! Come with me!"

With one last thrust I felt his cock swell and he called my name out as he came hard, which brought on my own release. I screamed his name, probably a bit too loud, as a bright white light exploded behind my eyelids. I had never felt anything so intense in my life.

Our breathing was ragged and sounded like we had just run a marathon.

"That was… fucking… amazing," Edward managed to get out between labored breaths.

"Wow," was all I could say. Really, there were no other words I could think of to describe what had just occurred.

All too soon he rolled off me, got up, and made his way to the bathroom. He wasn't gone long, but that was all the time it took for my eyes to start to droop. He returned with a washcloth in hand. He very gently used the cloth to clean me up. It was a sweet gesture and I found myself smiling because of it.

Once he finished he tossed the rag into my laundry basket and came back to the bed, crawling in beside me. He lay down and wrapped his arm around my torso, pulling me against him; my back to his chest. He held on tightly as he pressed a small kiss to my temple, then my cheek, and lastly the spot just below my ear.

"Goodnight, beautiful. Sweet dreams" he whispered.

"Goodnight, Edward," I mumbled sleepily. And just as I was drifting into the wonderful world of dreams, I thought I heard him speak again. It was so quiet that I couldn't be sure but it sounded a lot like, "I love you, Bella."

"I love you, Edward," I thought to myself right before sleep took me.

A/N: So what do we think? Leave it or continue?