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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Part 2 of the Honeymoon.
Conversation. Tad bit of 'angst', though I wouldn't really call it that. (Just another way of Edward showing Bella how much she meant to him when they weren't together.)
Oh, and... Lemons and romance galore. Then more lemons. Then more hotter ones.

Side-notes: - I have one word for you guys in this chapter: GuitarWard. :D
(The song chosen for the pick Edward 'wrote' and 'sings' is in my profile for download if you want to listen to it. It melts your heart and makes you cry in all the good/bad ways.)

Again: This chapter is NOT SUITABLE FOR work, church, school, around children under the age of eighteen, around anyone who might take offense easily, and any jealous husbands or boyfriends who get really pissed off when you take the time to ignore them and read this story. ;) If you thought the last chapter had a graphic lemons... let's just say that the lemonade is so strong in this chapter, it will be pouring out of your screen. (Hopefully.) I am trying to beat my lemon score with this one. I suggest reading this next to an air conditioner, having a large glass of ice water handy, and when you're done, find the latest toy, shower-head, or man to to occupy you for a few hours. Just saying. You've been pre-warned.

No beta still, as she has some things going on (but I love her dearly); please excuse ALL errors, including spelling!
Also, for those of you asking, Bella and Edward would have been married April 25th. :D

THIS CHAPTER, ACCORDING TO MY PROGRAM, IS 90 PAGES LONG. 51, 400+ words.
I hope that makes up for the time it took to post.

Disclaimer: I own nothing that is Twilight or Stephenie Meyer related. But I think she's a genius for creating these two characters that I can play with!

"Yeah I love my baby...heart and soul.
Love like ours won't never grow old...
She's my sweet little thang...she's my pride and joy.
...She's my sweet little baby...
I'm her little lover boy'"

~ Stevie Ray Vaughan, "Pride And Joy"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Endlessly Drowning
(PT 2 of the Honeymoon)

EdwardPOV

I felt our bodies swaying in the gentle breeze, heard the sounds of the waves hitting the rocks around us, and opened my eyes as soon as my arm beneath Bella began to grow numb. We'd spent most of the day in the water. I rented a jet-ski and took her out. We circled the entire island.

Now, Bella and I were napping on a white hammock, hung between two sturdy palm trees... it was the best way to spend the vacation, besides the sex. Whenever people ask you: 'if you could be anywhere in the world, no worries about cost or anything else, where would you be?' ...This moment... this would be it for me. Swinging in a hammock, sun blazing down, nice cool breeze, ocean beside me, crystal powder sand beneath, cold Corona between my legs, and my beautiful wife wrapped up in my arms, her head on my chest, in a peaceful somber... my child in her stomach... My life, so far, couldn't get any better than this.

I licked my lips and adjusted my arm beneath her, before taking my free hand and starting to caress her stomach. It amazes me every day, seeing it start to inch out, knowing there's a new life starting in there. Thinking of everything we've been through and where we are now. I remember my father Carlisle once telling me, "Edward, stay in the moment and absorb all of it, even if it's a shitty moment... because one day, you're going to look back at your life, and wonder what it took to get you where you are." Those words never rang more true than right now. All the hell and the shit and everything else... if I didn't go through it, if Bella didn't go through it, then we may not have made it here. She may not be my wife, and that may not be my child growing inside of her. ...Shit is crazy how it does and doesn't work out.

Bella's hand fell above mine on her stomach, and she smiled before opening her eyes, "Hey handsome."

"Hey..." I whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"No, I'm awake... I was just thinking."

"What are you thinking about?"

She bit her lip, blushing slightly, "sex."

"Yeah?" I laughed. "Haven't you gotten sick of me yet?"

"Oh no," she shook her head, closing her eyes. "Not by a long shot."

I kissed the side of her head, enjoying the palm trees providing shade over my face and most of her body, "what part of sex are you thinking about?"

She bit her lip, shrugging, deciding to go bashful.

I turned my head and adjusted my body to face her better, "Bella?"

"Hmm?"

I smiled, stroking down her pink cheek, "tell me something that you want to try."

She shrugged again.

"Come on," I whispered soothingly, pecking her top lip, "just tell me. You know some of mine."

"Well," she began timidly. "...I always imagined you and I making love..."

"...Yes?..."

"Blindfolded."

"Like, me blindfolding you?" Simple enough.

She shook her head, "the both of us, at the same time."

"Hmm, that could be interesting," I pondered, "..dangerous, if we were around sharp objects, but could be enjoyable. Opening the other senses and whatnot..."

Her eyes widened, "Really?"

"Sure," I smiled, "what else?"

She licked her lips, loosening up a bit, "Well... what about role-play?"

I laughed, shaking my head, "What, like you being in a schoolgirl outfit? I could enjoy that."

"No, like a whole scene," she slapped my chest playfully, "like... we have to stay in character... we could do anything... police man, one night stand, nurse and doctor..."

I felt myself unable to quit smiling, "...interesting... as long as you're still Bella and I'm still Edward... I don't want to have any fantasies about fucking other women."

"What, like you haven't thought about some movie star or-"

"Never," I reassured her.

"Really?"

"Really."

"...Me neither."

"That's good." Damn good.

"Have you..." Her voice trailed off, and she looked away, blushing again.

"Go on."

"Have you... ever had any type of anal play?"

I smiled at her. I'm not telling her anything. Not yet.

"Okay... what about having it done to you?"

My left eyebrow raised, and I chuckled slightly, "like with dildos and shit? Hell no. I'm not homophobic, but... no."

"What about just a finger? Would you be open to that idea? Maybe just touching the area, not entering?"

What the hell? "Uh... I've never been open to the idea before, but ...yeah, maybe with you, I'd... possibly consider it. Maybe." Not a definite. "I mean, I'm comfortable enough with my sexuality to possibly explore it, if you wanted to, but there's no guarantees I'd like it."

"You might."

"You're right, I might."

"Did last night bother you, with what I was trying to do?"

I shook my head, "it was nice. Very nice, once I let go of myself, which I admit, took me a while. But shit Bella, the things you can do with that talented little mouth of yours..." I adjusted myself nonchalantly, "I need to just quit thinking about it before I get hard."

Instantly, her hand slipped over my board shorts, "no, don't stop thinking about it..."

I watched as her hand began to pet over the velcro fastening, shook my head and grinned cockily, "Bella, don't wake him up unless you're planning on entertaining him."

"I definitely plan to entertain him, Edward. It's my job, as your wife, after all."

I laughed, teasing, "damn straight. I knew there was a good reason I married you."

She nudged me with her elbow, then awkwardly climbed up to her knees, the hammock threatening to tip and knock us in the sand. I stiffened, preparing myself to catch her, though if the hammock tipped, there was no way she wasn't going to fall. But thankfully, she steadied us, then decided to swing her leg over and straddle me. I moved my body to the center before we went over in the opposite direction, and then gripped her hips, and admired her sexy body in her baby blue tank top and denim, cut-off, mini shorts.

She started to rock into me, her hands on my stomach, her long hair on the right side of her face and streaming down her shoulders. I listened to my Corona, now tipped over and facing the dirt, poured out the rest of its contents into the sand. But all I could focus on the way her body felt above mine.

"Edward..."

"Yes love."

"I... have a confession to make."

I looked up from her breasts and found her face blushing again, "...okay, what's up?"

"Last night... when you and I were in that... position... I sort of liked where I was."

"What position?"

Her blush grew immensely, and her voice lowered to a bare whisper, "being on... your... face."

I licked my lips, instant flashbacks of her quivering thighs against my cheek, her wet heat against my nose and mouth, the high heels above my head... I realized I was fantasizing about it too much, because not only did I grow much harder beneath her, but her face was shameful, her thinking I didn't like it.

I snapped myself out if it, shaking my head, "I loved it."

"...Really?"

"Fuck yeah," I rubbed her hips, "are you kidding me? What did I tell you, back in the cabin? I want to name a food group after you so I can do it every single damn day."

"Well," she shook her head, "you couldn't do it every day, anyway."

"Why not?"

"Because... you know... you're a gynecologist-in-training... Feminine reasons, to be more specific."

I laughed, moving my hands up to knead her breasts over the tank-top, "so what?"

"What do you mean, so what?"

"It's only blood."

"Wh-" Her mouth dropped, her eyes widened. She stilled her dry-fucking, dammit.

"What?" I laughed. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You cannot be serious."

I shrugged, "so what if I am? It's not like I've ever done it before with anyone else, but I'd do it with you, no problem. Maybe I was a vampire in a past life or some shit. Blood doesn't bother me."

"Ew, Edward, that's sick."

"Bella, come on. Think about it. What happens when you prick your finger or something? Instinct tells you to stick it in your mouth, to soothe it with your tongue. What the hell is the difference? I'm going to have sex with you when you're on your period, so why n-"

"What?" Her mouth fell open more.

I tilted my head at her, smiling assuringly, "Bella, babe, please... Don't knock that one until you try it. It's supposed to be the best feeling ever for a woman. You know how, you're pregnant, and you have all these hormones, and it makes you want me all the time?"

"...Yeah..."

"It's the same with your cycle. Extra hormones. More blood pumping down there, more senses, more everything. Trust me, it'd feel amazing to you. Plus it's known to alleviate cramps, and orgasm can sometimes lessen or even stop the flow of blood, create a shorter cycle for you. That way, the both of us win. Besides, we have showers and towels if you're that concerned about it. And, we don't to worry about that for at least... what... Like six more months or some shit."

She leaned forward, resting her head on my chest, "You're... kind of a freak, behind closed doors. How can you be so sweet and charming, but such a sex God behind the door?"

"Remember when you and I were back in Seattle, and I told you that you had no idea what I meant when I suggested 'anything and everything'? That I could show you a hell of a lot about sex, shit you couldn't imagine knowing?"

"...Yes..."

"This is just the tip of the iceberg."

"It's not that I don't... want to do some of the things you're suggesting, it's just that I never have, and I hate that I'm ammature, and that you're so-"

"Baby, come here..." I moved her up my body and cradled her face in my hands, "listen. If anything makes you absolutely uncomfortable, I'll stop suggesting it, right now. If you want to try something, even if you think I won't like it, suggest it, please. I'm open to just about anything. I want you to know that I didn't marry you based on our past sexual experiences when we were apart. I married you because I love you and I want to explore these ideas together, with you. I want us to have no boundaries, no insecurities, no worries. I want us to be free with each other. But I only want what will make you happy too. I don't want to ever hurt you or make you uncomfortable, all right?"

She smiled and gave me a nod, "all right."

"Is there anything you're absolutely against?"

"Ball-gags, chains, excruciating pain caused by slapping and whatnot."

"Well good thing I'm against all that too."

She giggled, kissing my lips gently.

"Bella," I tucked her hair behind her ears, "tell me your darkest fantasy. Something that you've never said out loud before."

She took a deep breath, relaxing herself, "Um... well... you're going to look at me differently, but lately, when I'm alone and by myself... like if you're at work or whatever... I sort of imagine you being mean to me."

"Mean to you?"

She blushed, "Yeah... kind of like you were in the garage that night in the cabin, when I pissed you off... I've sort of wondered what it'd be like to have sex with you, and you saying all that stuff in my ear you said that night, and like... pulling on my hair and using me as you want, calling me names and stuff... I mean, I know you wouldn't mean any of it, but... sometimes, I think it'd be kind of... hot."

I stared at her for a moment, discombobbled. She never ceased to amaze me.

"I told you you'd look at me different."

I shook my head, gathering my thoughts, "So... just so we're on the same page... You want me to fuck you. Like, fuck you, fuck you."

"It's something I think about, yeah. I'd love to see what kind of things you'd say, and how hot it'd make me. I'd love to witness an animalistic side of you, just to have you let loose, and not worry about saying something that might upset me or whatever. I think I could handle it. In fact, I know I could."

I inhaled, thinking it over. "I mean... it's something that takes a lot of mental strain. No matter how much you love someone, if they're calling you a bitch and yanking your hair and just plowing into you, you neve know Bella, you could be thinking that's the way I really think and really want to treat you, and it's definitely not."

"No, I know that. It could be... another form of role-play, I guess."

I pondered more, "Mmhmm."

Could she really handle that? With everything in her past...

Could I?

I wanted her to tell me her darkest fantasy so that I could fulfill it, but the thought of treating her like a whore... didn't settle the best with me. I've done that with other women, but that's because I didn't give a fuck about them. However, the thought of using her as I wanted, being animalistic... of her surrendering to me in certain ways... that part did.

I pursed my lips, "Here's the thing. I don't like to see you in pain, I don't like to hurt you in any way... but if you really want to explore that path, then I can do it. I won't be a complete and utter dick, because even though you could handle it, I'm not sure I could. But I think I could handle tossing you around a bit," I laughed playfully. "I'd be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind also. We just have to be careful with the baby."

"Okay. Good."

"But you have to know, and this is important: If I call you something, or do something out of the ordinary, that's because it's out of the ordinary. I don't mean it. All right? Deal?"

"Deal."

"And if I do anything and it starts to bother you, upset you, whatever, just let me know and I'll immediately stop."

"Okay."

"And, I think that, if we're going to be doing a lot of new things, we should have a safe system."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back down against my chest, careful not to tip us, "last night was all right, because we didn't do anything brand new, just something at the same time for a change. I mean, yeah, you took over a bit of my control, but I was aware of what was going on. But I think that if we are going to explore more details, then we need to come up with a 'safe-word', first of all. That way, if we're uncomfortable, all we have to do is say the word, and we can stop. It doesn't have to be awkward after, we can just quit and do something else, no questions asked."

"Another, if either of us are drunk, we need to make sure each other are a hundred percent aware of the decisions being tossed around. Not that I think we'd take advantage of each other, but... it's best not to be shit-faced when we're trying new things. Let's just put it that way. And... we need to be open and honest, like we're doing now. There's a difference between being playfully surprised, and keeping a secret until it's just too late. And... uh... we just have to make sure the other person is a hundred and fifty percent okay with whatever we're trying. It's not a big deal to say 'no', you'd never hurt my feelings, and we could just move on and think of something else. Is that all right?"

"Yeah. I like those ideas."

"Great. So... what should our 'safe-word' be?"

"Mmmm," she began to kiss above my chest, on my white t-shirt, tossing ideas in her mind, "what about... pineapple?"

I laughed, rubbing her back, "you've been mentioning pineapple a lot lately... are you craving it?"

"Yeah," she giggled, "... but it's not related to sex, so I think it'd be simple enough."

"All right. Pineapple it is."

"Can we go get some?"

"Sex?"

She laughed, "Pineapple... and then, yeah, maybe some sex."

"Sure."

BellaPOV

I sat on the island, swinging my legs back and forth, munching on cold pineapple cubes. I couldn't get enough of it. I'm sure I've almost ate my weight in pineapple by now.

"Bella," Edward said, sitting on the counter near the kitchen sink, across from me, "can I ask you a personal question?"

I looked at him, tilting my head, "there are no personal questions, remember? Go ahead."

"Well, I was just thinking back to a few moments in the cabin... one playing truth or dare, or twenty questions or something. Uh... Have you ever done anything with a girl?"

"Yes."

Instantly his eyebrow raised, curiosity spreading over his emerald eyes.

"What, did you want to know specifics?"

"Uh... yes. Was that even a question?"

I laughed, shaking my head, "A few girls in college. Colleen being the main one. All the other girls, I just like made out and danced with."

He crossed his arms, leaning against the glass cabinet behind his head, "...so... what happened with you and Colleen?"

"Oh you know, the usual things that college girls do when they're experimenting."

"Bella, I'll break it down for you, since you're being stubborn. Kissing, obviously. Petting?"

"Yes."

"Fingering?"

"Yes."

"Toys?"

"A couple."

"Oral?"

"Almost, but I chickened out."

He licked his lips, eyes glinting mischief and arrogance, "scissor position, perhaps?"

"Possibly," I winked at him.

"I knew it," he shook his head, grinning, "I told you that you were a vixen. And Colleen doing it to you? Dear God."

I beamed at him, "and if you ever tell any of your friends about that, and I find out, you'll be cut off. Got it?"

"Yeah, okay," he shrugged. "Would you ever have a three-some?"

"Not with you. I wouldn't want any other girl touching you. Not even Colleen, though she'd be the only girl I'd share a man with. I'd fuck their shit up."

"Hmm," he pondered. "What about me and another guy?"

"No. I only want you."

Edward smiled, "That's what I wanted to hear. Same goes for me. By the way, did you know that pineapple is rumored to make women aroused?"

"No."

"Mmhmm. Tropical fruit always does. It also can change the way you taste and it's rumored to induce labor."

"Well, we don't want that," I rubbed my stomach.

He chuckled, rubbing his five o' clock shadow on his jaw, "we don't have to worry about that."

I took a moment to study him. So beautiful, my man. Really. Broad, strong shoulders. Arms that were muscular, but not scary-strong. The perfect swimmer body. Firm chest, the 8-pack abs, that V-shape indents between his hips, the treasure trail... Nice calves, proportioned legs. Not to mention what was beneath those plaid, tan and white board shorts of his. That, in itself, was another object that deserved to be studied all in itself.

I loved a tall man, and he fit that category perfectly. Facial scruff. Copper dissarayed, perfect hair I love more than my life, almost. Everything about his face was infatuating. It almost hurt to look at him. From his bright green eyes, reminding me of emerald stones held up against a light, sparkles and all... To his pouted lips, to the way the lines form on the sides of his mouth when he gives one of his many smiles... Long, dark lashes. Even his ears were perfectly proportioned with his head. Perpendicular nose, a few barely visible freckles thanks to the sun we got here. And his hands... My God, I loved his hands so much. I found myself constantly touching them. They were soft, not calloused. Firm, long, trained fingers... His nails always cut and cleaned... He really, really was just... perfect.

Taking a staggering inhale, I peeled my eyes from his chest, and found his charming face again. And he was just fucking grinning at me, like he knew every damn thought in my mind.

"What?" I asked, smiling shamefully.

He drug his tongue across his bottom lip, before turning his wet lips into a crooked smile, "Nothing."

I blushed, shaking my head, "you're so sure of yourself, aren't you? You arrogant little man."

"Well, I have had twenty-three years to grow acquainted with myself."

"And I bet you've enjoyed every minute of it."

"Damn straight." See? Arrogance. But I loved it, all the same.

"Edward, just so you know, there's an extremely fine line between confidence and cockiness."

"And where do I stand?"

"Where do you think you stand?"

He hopped off the counter, and strolled toward me, "...How about we find out?" He parted my legs and moved between them, his face directly in front of mine.

I took a pineapple cube and ran it across his lips, enjoyed watching the juice run down his chin, "Ooops. Let me get that for you. I'm so clumsy..." I leaned in and smiled, before licking from his adam's apple, up, over his chin, and on his bottom lip. He drew his tongue out, the tip meeting mine, before pulling it back in and kissing my lips.

He moved back and licked his mouth, before taking a cube and putting it against my lips. I smiled, allowing him to push it in my mouth, but caught his index finger before he could pull it out. I grabbed his hand and pushed his finger into my mouth, allowing him to feel the back of my throat when I swallowed the fruit, then licked around his finger, and slowly slipped it out. He tapped his wet digit against my bottom lip, then ran it down it's width, side to side. His eyes looked darkened, and his mouth was open, his tongue bouncing inside like he was thinking something dirty. Hmm, I wonder what that might be, wink wink.

I bit my lip, kissing the tip of his pointer. "Edward?"

"Hmm?"

I dropped my hands to the velcro on his shorts, and popped it open.

He smiled and looked down, watching me work, "and what do you think you're doing?"

"I want to try something with you."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course. What a silly question."

I licked my lips and released his shorts, then twisted around on the counter, to where I faced the same wall he was looking at. Then I scooched forward on the island, and laid back, to where my head hung off.

Immediately, he caught a hint at what I was wanting to do, as I put my hands back in his shorts and released him from the confinements. "Bella, are you... sure about this?"

"Oh yeah," I smiled, adjusting myself on the island more comfortable. "Alice told me something during my batchelorette party, and I want to see if it's true."

"If what's true? Giving yourself a blood-rush?"

"Seeing if I can take you all the way in my mouth. All the way. More than ever before."

He chuckled lightly, his hands gripping my hips, "Baby, I really don't want you to fall off this thing. You're pretty high up."

"Just hold onto me then. I really want to. Can I, please?"

"You're asking me permission to suck me off? Bella, you never have to ask my permission. It's always there at your convenience."

I licked my lips and moved him closer, teasing the tip by rubbing it across my lips like a tube of lipstick. I listened as his breathing cut short, and felt his fingers tighten against my skin. I pulled away and smiled up at him, "Remember, don't get too excited and yank me off of here by accident, okay? And relax... I want you to enjoy this."

He shook his head, smiling down at me, "You know I'm going to fucking watch this shit, right?"

Without responding, I gave him a wink and took him into my mouth. He locked up and held me still, exhaling slowly. I teased him for a few moments, flicking my tongue against the head, teasing the hole on top, scraping my tongue down the underside of him. I licked both of my hands and gripped him firmly at the base, steadying him for the best fit. I waited for a couple seconds, until enough saliva was built up in my mouth, then took him back in and pushed him to me, my hands gripping his ass.

Edward grunted with each inch I took in, his hands shakingly massaging my knees, "Jesus, Bella." I inhaled through my nose and tightened my lips around, moving him in and out of my mouth, faster and faster. Each time I pulled him out, I made sure to suck hard when I brought the tip back in. He hissed, exhaling staggardly, "Oh fuck." Kneading the skin of his ass beneath his shorts, I continued to push his hips toward my face, and felt him hitting the back of my throat. It made me want to gag at first, but once I tilted my head a few inches to my right, it somehow seemed to miss my gag reflex all together. Working up the courage, I moved him further, and felt his hard form sliding past it, into the tight depths of my throat.

He stopped moving, his breath catching, his shaking fingers locked on me. I listened as he struggled to speak, to breathe, and then I swallowed with him still there. He moaned, "That feels so damn good, Bella. Please don't you fucking stop." While I bobbed, allowing my throat to adjust to him, I slipped my hands up the back of his shorts, to the small of his back. It was a bit clammy, as his body started to overheat, being worked by my movements. Again, I pushed him further, beyond the points I've had him in the past, and he groaned even louder, bent over, and dropped his head to my stomach, "Jesus Christ. Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh fuck Bella. Fuck. Ohhh..."

His breath was hot on my stomach and coming in pants. His stomach and hands shook. I started to push and pull his hips, allowing myself to adjust to him, allowing him to move the saliva and keep my throat lubricated so he'd slide better. "Ungh, B-Bella, fuck, I c-can't... ." I moaned and he gasped at the vibrations, burying his face into the skin bared beneath my tank-top. I wanted to smile. I shut my eyes, prepared myself, and pushed him until the rest of his body met my face. His voice dropped, and I didn't think he was breathing anymore.

I held his shaking form still, and tried to ignore the sounds of me sucking, to listen to his breath. If I didn't know I was pleasing him so well, I would have thought he was having a panic attack. I could practically feel his heart beat in his form, aside from the general throbbing of it's perfect hardness. I loved the way he tasted and felt, gliding in and out of my mouth. I loved to lick him, to suck on him. Swirling around his sweet pre-cum with my tongue. I loved every single thing about it, and I never imagined myself to love giving head like I did, but with Edward, it was so much better than anything else. Maybe because I wanted to please him as much as he pleased me. Maybe it was another way to show him I loved him. The more and more I did it, the more I understood when he talked about adding oral sex to a daily routine. It sure made a hell of a lot of sense, after all.

I felt his fingers shaking, finding the button to my blue jean shorts. I wanted to ask him what he was doing, wanted to tell him he didn't have to do this, that this moment was for him. As a thank you for last night, on top of all the other things, like choosing me for his life. But he kept panting and grunting while I worked, fighting the urge to rock his hips, cursing under his breath. Everything about what he was doing made me not want to stop, and there was no way I was. Fuck it, let him do what he wants. It's not like whatever he was about to do, I was going to hate. Like that was ever possible. I moaned around him again, enjoying his shudders. He pushed my shorts down, and I heard him curse a faint, "fuck," when he noticed I wasn't wearing anything beneath them. I helped him by kicking them off.

But then, he flipped my entire world around. Quite literally. One moment, I was laying on my back on the island, pleasuring him. The next, I was in his fucking arms, upside down, my legs wrapped around his head, his arms tight around my waist. With the angle, he went straight back down my throat and I about gagged because that time was unexpected, but quickly used my hands on his thighs to push myself back enough. His tongue found and opened me up slowly, and I shuddered, releasing him from my mouth. "Edward!" I was fucking HANGING UPSIDE DOWN, when he was doing this. Thighs on his shoulders, legs crossed around his neck, heels on top of his head. I moaned loud when his perfectly warm and wet tongue found my spot and he began to suck delicately on me. But I didn't want to stop, and it took every single ounce of willpower I had to control myself enough. Without my permission, my hips began to rock into his face in a circle. I felt him sliding in and out of my throat, as far as I could push him. He'd stop every once in a while and catch his breath, but then he just went right back to work. And my God, I felt everything he was doing to me, like he was sending volts of electricity into my body. The ups and downs, the ins and outs, the lapping and sucking and teasing... I loved his tongue. I loved his lips. I loved this man.

I didn't notice he was even walking until we crashed down on the couch, him beneath me. I moaned as he dove his slick tongue inside me and swirled, before pulling out and doing it again. I pushed down, wanting as much of it as I could. I used both my hands and my lips, twisting my hands on his form like I was ringing out a towel, and sucked hard on the tip, my tongue probing him. He gasped, his fingers squeezing my ass cheeks, pushing his hips up to my mouth. I allowed him to move in and out as far as he wanted to freely. I didn't care if he was fucking my face. I was doing the exact same thing to him. And I liked it. I liked being this free, dropping more and more of my inhibitions by the second. Only with Edward.

He pushed one of his long, skilled fingers in me and I pulled him out of my mouth for a second, calling out his name. I moaned, feeling him flicking his tongue on my clit, over and over and over and over and over again, faster and faster each time. Driving me crazy and slowing down, then doing it all over again. Another finger was added easily, and I could only imagine how wet I was for him. But again, for the first time, I didn't worry about it. He obviously liked it, so until he complained, neither would I. I felt my insides throbbing, my stomach tightening. But so was his form, in my hands. With that thought, I pushed him back in my mouth, tried to match the attention he was giving me with the attention I was giving him. It only took two times of deep throating him, and his mouth stilled beneath my thighs, while he shot off into my mouth . I gulped him down and pushed him as deep as he could go. "Fuck Bella!" he panted, his hot breath meeting me and making me shiver between my thighs. I sucked him until there was no more, then licked around the tip, making sure to clean him off good. He deserved it.

He came down trembling slightly and telling me that he loved me, then went right back to work where I was. There was a second of insecurity that flashed over me, now that I wasn't working him, but it quickly vanished when he started to use his fingers and his lips on mine once more. Before I thought about it, I rose up, sitting straight, and arched my back, my hands finding the arm of the couch behind me, where his head rested. I squeezed the couch, shivering over him. I'd never felt as intense as I did, at this angle. That electric shock feeling engulfed me. And he encouraged me, his hands finding my hips, forcing me to rock on him. Like he enjoyed having me cover his face. Maybe he did, obviously he did. I moaned his name, squeezing the top of the couch with my left hand, about ripping the stuffing out of it.

"Ungh, baby, so c-close!" I panted, my heart heavy and pounding in my chest, in my throat, in my ears. "Shit, shit, Edward! So good..." I couldn't close my mouth, couldn't open my eyes. Couldn't focus on the many windows surround the place we were staying in. All I could think about was the constant shudders he was putting into my body. The feeling of his slick tongue and wet lips and perfect fingers. His hands began their roam around my body, and he massaged me while his mouth worked, around my thighs, the small of my back, the pressure points on my hips, my inner-thighs, my pubic bone.

"Don't stop, Edward," I blew my sticky hair out of my face, the heat around my skin overtaking me. I started to tremble when he dove his tongue back inside. His pointer finger found my clit, and then his thumb slipped beneath his jaw, and he shyly stroked around my ass. I wanted to tense up, since he'd never touched me there before like that. I wanted to tell myself how foreign it was... but the problem? I really liked it. No, no, screw that. I loved it. It intensified everything. I loved how one finger was on my clit, his amazing, wet tongue was inside of me, and his thumb brushed around that area. It felt like he had complete control of me, more so than ever before. My entire body lit up and I about broke my back with my arch, and all he did was apply pressure - not to enter - but enough pressure to let me know he was there, and I just SCREAMED out in pleasure and came harder than ever. I couldn't even swallow. I couldn't stop shaking, or panting, I felt my head grow dizzy, my body lock up and throb, the push of his tongue deeper inside.

Right when I thought I couldn't take any more, he started moving with his fingers and his mouth, all over again, and another one hit me. "UNGH, EDWARD!" I screamed, shuddering over him. I really couldn't breathe at that point. My chest heaved, my face contorted, and if he didn't take the time to stop with his hands and catch me, I would have fallen off of him and the couch. I moved forward and flattened myself over him, shaking so hard that I felt like an earthquake ripped inside of me.

Before I could comprehend what the hell just happened, I felt him picking me back up again, and we were moving, heading toward the bedroom. He lay me on my back and stood between my legs, just the slightest brush of his fingers sent me back into overdrive.

"Look at you right now... flushed and heated... so beautiful, Bella."

I bit my lip, still post-orgasmic. I couldn't even be nervous when I watched him spread my legs. I couldn't comprehend the fact that he was clearly studying my form, which he'd never just openly done. I mean, yeah, sure, we'd done it a hundred times by now, but he never took the time to really look at me. And I didn't care; I felt too good to care. I felt like I could do anything. I never had a single orgasm that powerful before. And then another extreme one right after it. It was an incredible feeling. Empowering even.

I watched his legs spreading between mine, making my legs part more. I noticed the sweat glistening off of me, and grabbed my tank-top, before arching my back and yanking it off of my chest. Now I was naked, and he still had his plain white t-shirt on. But it felt so much better, being naked. The air conditioner could have been on fifty degrees, but being with my sexy, God-like husband made it feel like it was a hundred and fifty.

"Bella," he said, shaking his head slowly, "I have to say... I love you so fucking much right now. Look at you..."

I smiled, stretching out my arms over my head. I felt intoxicated, or high, or maybe both. I didn't care if I was laying, spread eagle in front of him, in broad daylight, in a bedroom full of windows. I felt on fire, in a good way. I'm sure the baby inside of me was loving all the extra warmth inside of my body just as much as I was.

He ran his left hand down between my breasts, across my diaphragm, and around the circle of my belly button. He pressed down a bit on my left hip, hitting that sensitive pressure point that made me think about sex. I gasped, rolling my eyes in the back of my head, "Mmmm."

"Do you like that?"

"Yes."

He licked his thumb on his right hand and slipped it between my legs, focusing right on my clit, "and this?"

"Mmhmm," I breathed, shuddering. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and arched my back, enjoying every touch he was giving me. I felt his finger circling lightly, brushing across me... One finger there, another on that sensitive spot of my hip, and I was moaning. I knew he was watching me. Knew he was studying me, to be more precise. But I still didn't care at all. It felt amazing. I was like a goddess being worshiped, and all I wanted to do was baske in it. Never in my life had I felt so confident and liberated.

Ahhh... The things Edward Cullen could do to you.

Not even a minute later, I was exploding into a million little Bella's, grasping at the sheets, all over his hand, I'm sure. I couldn't even speak, all I did was suck in a large gasp of air and hold it until my heart stopped beating into my ringing ears and my fingers unlocked themselves.

When I finally relaxed into the sheets, I opened my eyes, and found Edward smiling down at me smugly, "That's three... and..." He looked at his watch, "it's barely reaching Noon. I'll definitely hit twenty by the end of this night."

I mock-frowned, playfully, "I thought you were going to try to do twenty in a row, like you did last night with the twelve."

He bent over me, his hands beside my head, his weight held high, and whispered against my lips, "I am. Greedy."

"But then why did you say that's three?"

"Practice."

"Practice?"

"Seeing what works."

"Ahh. I see," I ran my hand over his chest, "by the way, you look so sexy right now."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm."

"Sexy enough to do me?" he grinned.

I smiled, pushing up that white, v-neck t-shirt, "Mmhmm."

"Sexy enough to do me right now?"

"...Mmhmm," I brushed through his tousled hair.

He helped me pull off the last article of clothing and settled himself between my legs, and entered me without hesitation. We settled into a gentle rocking, not too fast, not too slow. He knew all the ways to kiss my neck, to brush my hair, to pull me up to him when I wanted him to, even when I didn't ask. He knew me inside and out, and I made sure to show the same with him. Rocking in his lap, rolling over and riding, lifting my hips to meet him, stroking him at the same time... and before I knew it, I was seeing stars and rainbows and sunshine and a billion Edward Cullen orgasm faces floating around on cartoon clouds in my mind.

And I'll say it again: ...Ahhh... The things Edward Cullen could do to you.

*&*#!#$^%$^

I woke up to find the bed naked beside me.

Edward wasn't there.

I hadn't realized that I fell asleep after our latest tryst, until just now.

But it was so easy to fall asleep, being wrapped up in his arms. It came so naturally for me. Because I felt safe with him.

Curling the white sheet around me, I tip-toed out of the bedroom, checked the bathroom, strolled through the kitchen, the living room, the sitting room, the bar area... kept going and going and going, wondering if he left to go do something and didn't leave a note.

And then I heard it.

Sweet, strumming melodies of an acoustic guitar.

I walked outside toward the infinity pool, and found Edward, sitting in denim jeans, a navy blue v-neck t-shirt, no shoes, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his bronzed hair looking like he had been tugging through it, and an acoustic guitar I hadn't seen before. He had his green eyes closed, his long lashes fluttering against his skin, humming a melody in his head, the sun lowering down onto his face as night threatened to take over the daylight. He looked so relaxed, far off from everything else. I felt my heart clenching, in all the best ways. I wished I had a camera to take a picture of him in that moment.

There was nothing I loved more than Edward when he played his music.

"La da da-da-da-da..." his velvety voice coo'ed quietly, he shook his head slowly, strumming a few strings with his thumb. His face held nothing but passion, and even an ache, of some sort. He inhaled his cigarette, not bothering to touch it, and blew the smoke out of his nose, humming his raspy voice in perfect harmony.

When he opened his eyes and found me standing caddy-corner from him, he smiled, and pulled the cigarette from his lips, "...Hey baby..."

I smiled, my heart melting into a million butterflies, "Hey... I didn't mean to interrupt... I wasn't sure where you were, until I heard the guitar and..." My voice trailed off as I got lost in his perfection, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"No, no, it's fine, you didn't interrupt." He leaned over, patting a clothed bench to his left by the open fireplace, "Here, come sit by me."

I smiled, doing as he asked, "you look so handsome right now."

"Thank you," he took a drag, blowing the smoke away from my face, "did you sleep all right?"

"I did... How long was I out?"

"About six hours."

"Oh my gosh, Edward, I'm so sorry, I didn't'-"

"No, don't be silly, Bella. I didn't mind. It's fine."

"Did you sleep?"

He shook his head, "No, I wasn't real tired. Just picked up the place a bit and have been strumming on this thing. Oh, and I cooked you some dinner. Mushroom Ravioli with a hint of garlic and herb. It's in the oven on warm."

"Thank you," I shivered, feeling nervous and ancy and just really in-love with him that moment, "I've never seen that guitar before."

He smiled, strumming the chords once, "Alice got this for me on the day of our wedding. She mistook it for the one I broke. She thought I snapped my acoustic, but really, it was my electric. I didn't want to correct her, because I love it all the same. It's something, isn't it?"

"It's beautiful."

"Like you," he grinned.

I blushed, biting my bottom lip, "So... what were you playing?"

"Oh, just fiddling around."

I watched as he licked his lips, and felt my insides tingle, "Can you play something for me?"

"Uhhh..." He studied the lowering sun out across the ocean, pondering thoughts in his mind in silence. I watched his expression, how his lips parted, how he inhaled his cigarette and let the smoke out slowly, the white fog teasing his lips as it flowed off of it and into the air. "Only one song is coming to mind this moment, and I wrote it a couple years back..."

"That's fine."

"I, uh," he cleared his throat, looking over at me, "I wrote it about you."

"Two years ago, you wrote it about me?"

"Yes... I was going through one of my rough times and I was thinking about you and, uh..." He scoffed, shaking his head, "How much I missed you, and I was really a hopeless case at the time, and everyone thought I was crazy, but... I mean, what can you do, you know?"

My entire body was shaking and I wrapped the covers around me more, "...Was it a bad song?"

"Mmm... not exactly. I was having it pretty rough... You know, drinking a lot, depression, other shit... The girls I was seeing thought it was bad...," he chuckled, "but that's because they were always being compared to you. They knew I never loved anyone else but... you, and that I never would."

I chewed on my fingernail, studying his eyes and the gold flecks that were in him, "I wanna hear it."

"Are you ...sure? I mean, it's depressing, and we're on our Honeymoon, baby. Do you remember when I told you I was with Tanya, and thought I saw you, and about that rush of panic I had? This was around that time..."

"I still want to hear it... Please?"

He sighed, taking a sip of his bottle of water, "All right... It's pretty slow."

"I like slow."

"And depressing, in a way. Longing."

I nodded, "please?"

Edward smiled, "perfect timing, since the sun is going down. It looks beautiful on your face, by the way."

I blushed, "thank you Edward."

"You're welcome Bella," he smiled genuinely. "All right... here we go."

I watched as his fingers strummed the chords with his right hand, and moved along the spots with his left... How he licked his lips and fluttered his lashes closed... How he focused in on the melodies so much, that he'd slowly shake his head, or move it to the left, or just to the right, as he felt the words...

And then, with that raspy voice I love so much, he sang with a sadness and aching that tugged at my heart strings and made me want to cry:

"Mmm...
Ohhh... I'm counting down...
Hoping the time has come, to let it out.
Every time I try to breathe...
I feel suffocating,
I'm on my knees...
I felt the cold and dark run through my veins...
Shivered when I heard her call my name...

She burns like summer sun,
I know she's the only one I want,
Even when she's gone away...
I felt the heat on my skin, and my head starts spinning,
...Too much is never enough,
When she burns like summer sun ...for me.

And ohhh... I'm holding out...
Now that the time has come, for giving in.
...So just for tonight would you keep me warm?
Take away my pain...
...Help me forget it all?
I felt the cold and dark run through my veins...
Shivered when I heard her call my name...

She burns like summer sun,
I know she's the only one I want,
Even when she's gone away...
I felt the heat on my skin, and my head starts spinning,
...Too much is never enough,
She burns like summer sun ...for me.

No... Yeah, she burns.
Shalalalalalala...

The time has come, I'm counting down,
Held my breath and I let it out,
Now there's nothing left she can take from me...

She burns like summer sun,
I know she's the only one I want,
Even when she's gone away...
I felt the heat on my skin, and my head starts spinning,
...Too much is never enough,
When she burns like summer sun ...for me.

She burns like summer sun, oh no
Burns like summer sun, oh, no, no
Burns like summer sun, sing with me now, oh,
Burns like summer sun... for me."

I watched as he moved forward a bit, his lips parted, his eyes remaining closed, and then he licked his bottom lip and exhaled slowly.

It was a lot harder to hear it than I thought... Maybe because it was eery, and made me realize how much pain he was in, as if I didn't know from everything else he'd mentioned. Or maybe because, though it was hauntingly depressing, it was also quite beautiful... the way he had me in his mind all the time. The way he never let go, even when he was with everyone else... The way that I didn't either.

Those lyrics though... like how he said he held his breath and let it out, and then there was nothing left I could take from him... He was basically saying that I took everything, even his last breath, and that he really was a living shell without us being together... And how he was asking for other women to take the pain away for a little bit... that song summed up the past four years of Edward's life without me. Why he did some of the stupid things without me... The cold and dark, as the abuse he allowed in his body, because of the dark part in his life... Everything.

It crushed me, and mended me at the same time, because it made perfect damn sense.

He slowly opened his eyes and found mine, and I smiled, ignoring the streams of wetness down my cheeks and the swell of the heart in my chest. We stayed still for a moment, letting it all sink in, all his poetry and heartache and beauty... That message... waited until it absorbed deep within my being. I wanted to soak in it, so I knew just how much this was meant to be.

Then, because I didn't feel words would be enough, I walked over to him and crawled in his lap. Edward sat the guitar on the table and wrapped his arms around me, leaning back against the wicker backing of the little bench he was sitting in, and pressed his chin to the top of my head.

I sniffled, wiping my face. I wanted to tell him that it was beautiful and that I loved it, and understood everything.

I wanted to hug him and kiss him and have sex with him and just do anything I could to show him that I was here, and I'd do whatever it took to make up for my lost time. That I hurt when we were apart too. That I ached and longed for him. That I was so happy to have him back and that I loved him more than anything else.

But I didn't know if it'd be enough to express how I felt, so I opted for no words and a lot of hugging instead.

EdwardPOV

After Bella and I watched the sun set, I took her into the kitchen with me. She bit her lip, appearing a bit distracted, but every time I glanced at her, her smile was genuine, so I didn't worry too much about where her mind was. I know what her face looks like when she's bummed or upset. It didn't look that way.

"Edward?" she asked, while I prepared the food in a large bowl.

"Yes, love?"

"Can I wear your t-shirt? It just... it looks really warm. I mean, if you're not cold or anything..."

I smirked, backed away from the stove, and pulled it over my head. Walking over to her, I gave her a sweet kiss on her left cheek, and lifted her hands. She allowed the sheet to fall away from her silken nude frame, and I put it on and covered her with it. She smiled, wrapping her arms around herself, basking in it. It came a few inches past her hips, so she was mostly covered, though I knew what was beneath it - or not beneath it.

I grabbed the drinks and the food and we moved into the living room. She sat beside me, her right leg curled in front of her, her left knee propped up toward her chest, the t-shirt blocking any important views. I turned on some soft music, this moment Elvis Presley, 'Can't Help Falling In Love', and placed the bowl between us. She smiled as I lifted the fork to my lips and blew on it, before turning it to her. I didn't want her to burn her tongue. She took a bite, her eyes trained on me, and smiled as she chewed.

We shared the bowl of food in a sweet silence, full of smiles and occasional kisses when we couldn't help ourselves. She'd caress the back of my neck, her thumb beneath my hair line, and I'd massage her knee that was closest to me. I absolutely loved it. I loved enjoying each other's company, not having to worry about our friends mocking us, or the phone ringing, or anything else. We could be Edward and Bella, together.

Using my thumb, I wiped sauce beneath her bottom lip and licked it off. She giggled and blushed, sipping on the glass of water.

We sat there for a couple of hours, relaxing into each other and listening to oldies. By the end, she had her head on my chest, and we were laying down, me beneath her, arms around her, legs tangled. She nuzzled her face into my bare chest, shivering slightly.

I rubbed her back, and noticed my hand was much warmer than her skin. "Are you cold?" I asked.

"A little..."

"Do you want me to get you something? A cover or some hot tea?"

She shook her head and propped herself up on her arms, holding her weight over me, "Wanna take a hot bath with me? I noticed the tub could fit ten Emmett's."

I smiled, "Sure."

She got the bath situated while I grabbed some towels, drinks, and moved the mood music in. By the time I re-entered, I found the lights dimmed, candles, and the tub filled with the most beautiful woman I ever had the privilege of loving. Her hair pulled up on the top of her head, a few loose strands falling where they may. One piece ending with a small curl on the left side of her collar bone. I smirked, un-fastening my belt from my jeans, "do you have any room for me in there? Or is it all filled up?"

"Well," she took a dramatic look at the massive tub, "...I don't know..."

I bent down and kissed the top of her damp head, "please?"

She melted down a bit, and turned her head, offering her neck to me. I smirked, kissing along it, murmuring another "please?" between each peck, until my face about reached bubbles.

"Well," she whispered. "I suppose I can allow you to share."

The disk switched to Mazzy Star, 'Fade Into You'. I stripped and climbed in the opposite side of her, thankful the spout was in the middle of the tub, instead of on end.

Bella tilted her head, studying me, "Well... we can't have any of that."

"Any of what?" I laughed.

She moved her arms around the bubbles and water, gesturing the distance between us. The circular tub was fucking huge. Our feet weren't even touching, even if we extended.

I grinned, shrugging my shoulders, "and?"

Her mouth opened and she dropped her arms, an evident mock-frown, "You don't... wanna sit by me?"

I licked my lips, "now what do you think?"

"Well... if you wanted to... wouldn't you have done it?"

"Maybe I want to make you sweat a little."

She studied my eyes for a moment, then relaxed on her side, acting unphased, "yeah, you're right. We've been spending too much time on top of each other. We may end up getting sick of it. I think it's best we stay on separate sides of this massive tub."

I played along, "If... that's what you feel is best."

"It is," she replied bitterly.

"All right," I smirked. You stubborn, stubborn girl.

I watched meanderly as she washed over her arms and massaged her neck, the hot water steaming from her eyes, the bubbles falling down or blowing away when she exhaled. She did her best to ignore me and act carefree, but I knew what she was thinking. She wanted me to cave. And I would. But I wanted to see what she'd do in the mean time.

After she was done, she leaned back against the tub bank, and curled her knees up toward her chest.

Her breasts were right beneath the surface, and I knew if I blew out a gust of air, the bubbles would fly away and they'd be revealed to me. The thought alone made me want to combust. I thought about stroking myself... but the last time I did that in front of her, she seemed nervous...

Hmm...

I ran my soapy fingers through my copper locks and tugged the ends.

Instantly, her eyes flashed to my face, and she frowned, "What is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"You tug on your hair when you're thinking or stressing. Especially if you tug backward. What is it?"

I smirked, shaking my head, "Nothing."

"Your smile is giving it away, Edward. It's something. What is it?" she pressed.

I studied her caramel eyes, almost losing my self in them, "I was... thinking about alleviating some pressure. Giving myself a massage."

"Are you sore?"

I shrugged, "sort of."

"Where at? Where were you going to massage?" Her eyes were so innocent. She had no clue. It turned me on more.

I grinned arrogantly and licked my lips, "...my dick."

Her mouth formed into an 'O', and she sat there for a moment, looking stunned. I studied her expression, trying to figure out if she'd be okay with me doing that. Waited for her to say 'pineapple', if she wasn't. Eventually, she just shrugged and took a sip of her ice water, "Well, if you can handle doing it yourself, then go for ahead. Don't let me stop you." Her voice was adoring, and almost competitive. As if she dared me to be able to handle myself without her...

The nerve.

I sighed and dipped lower, resting my head against the basin. She was right. I wouldn't be able to finish without her... especially having her sit right fucking across from me, naked and surrounded by wetness... I'm sure a little bit of it forming between her thighs, begging me to come and feel it-

Stop it, Cullen.

Fuck.

I cleared my throat and closed my eyes, absorbing the African vibe of Ali Farka Toure's, 'Ai Du'. There was something about blues rock... very little lyrics... and a lot of slow grind that made you want to have sex. As if I didn't want to have sex anyway. I always want it. I'd had it in some form more times during this vacation than the past two weeks... and I still wanted more.

With my eyes closed, flashes of her legs wrapped around my head, of me holding her upside down, of her straddling my face, then her later on the bed, spread out before me, coming on my fingers... it all hit me hard, and I had to put my hands on myself to alleviate some pressure. I couldn't help it. It wasn't a matter of playing anymore. I needed relief.

I stroked slowly, firm at the base, pulling up, rubbing my thumb across the tip, then back down. I knew she knew what I was doing. I knew it before I even opened my eyes and found hers. And she was panting, her lips still parted, her eyes lusted over. She was driving me insane, just looking at me. All her eyes said to me was come fuck me, come fuck me Edward. Begging me. Driving me on. Of course, I wanted her to help me. I wanted my hands to be hers. I mean, she was so close . But should I ask her? Would she be willing, or would she still be stubborn?

I tried to will her with my eyes. Please come help me baby.

She shuddered, as if she got my message. I stopped my hand movements, ignoring the throbbing ache, and looked at her blankly. She bit her lip, looking back at me. We sat there, for what seemed like hours. It could have been minutes, but it felt like forever. All the while, I grew emptier.

"Bella," I whispered, feeling that drawn notion all over again. The electricity. The wave.

"Yes, Edward?" Her voice was light as well.

"I don't want to be on opposite sides of the tub anymore," I frowned. "I need you."

"You do?"

"Yeah," I nodded solemnly. "You're right in front of me, but I'm not touching you..." I shook my head, sighing. "...and if I'm not holding you, then I miss you. It's as simple as that."

A beautiful, gentle smile crossed her lips, and she pushed off the end of the tub, and met my open arms in the middle. I pulled her over to me, thankful she was so willing to sit in my lap, despite my straining erection that bounced against her stomach.

"Much better," I exhaled, pushing my face into her neck.

She ran her fingers through my hair, wetting it down, "I'm right here."

"I need you," I whispered again, kissing along her skin. I lifted her body up and positioned myself between her thighs, urgent for her.

Her hands found my shoulders and she squeezed and hissed, cursing under her breath as soon as I started to push inside, "Wait, wait, wait, wait... p-please."

I froze, holding her up from me, "what is it, angel?"

Her lashes fluttered and she swallowed hard and shook her head, "it's nothing. Go ahead."

"Are you su-"

"Yes."

I kissed along her neck and jaw, and placed her back above me.

Once again, she tensed as soon as I touched her entrance, and this time, she whispered, "ouch."

"Are you okay?"

She shook her head, frowning, "I'm so s-sore."

Mother... fuck. Duh, Edward. Relentless pounding, of course she's going to be sore. You just tore it up this morning in the bedroom, idiot.

I sat her on my knees and clutched her face, "Bella, I am so sorry, I wasn't thinking, and I-"

"No, Edward, it's not you, I want to, trust me, but-"

"Bella we don't have to-"

"No, I want to, I just... I need a break, I think. Just for tonight..."

I watched as she frowned, hurt by her own words, and worried that she upset me by speaking them out loud, "Okay. It's fine baby, we can take a break. I'm not upset at all."

She offered to give me an orgasm with her hands, but I couldn't do it. Instinct told me to take care of her. What was I supposed to do, kiss it and make it feel better? Yes, okay, I wanted to, but knew I shouldn't. A break meant a break, Cullen.

I swallowed and held her tight, willing my erection to go away. After I stopped breathing in her delicious scent, ignored how perfect her body looked and felt against mine, imagined how fucking good and warm and slick she tasted on my tongue, and pushed away all flashbacks of having sex with her out of my mind... I finally succeeded. Then I took care of her. Washed her hair and the rest of her body, making sure to be gentle with certain areas. Massaged her shoulders, neck, ribs, hips, thighs, feet... anywhere that wasn't sexual. Even the tips of each finger and toe. I applied gentle kisses on her collar bone, shoulder blades, ear lobes...

Once the water started to get cold and we were all clean, I pulled her out of the tub and wrapped a warm towel around her. Gave her some Tylenol. We spent the rest of the evening in bed, munching on snacks, laughing about moments we shared in high school and at the cabin, talking about the baby, and eventually, falling asleep holding hands.

*&*#!#$^%$^

I woke up to find Bella staring at me, running tiny circles on the inside of my palm

"Mornin'," I mumbled groggily into the covers.

"Hey you," she whispered, the minty smell of toothpaste hitting me. "Sleep well?"

I shrugged dismally, "how long have you been up?"

"About an hour."

"Are you feeling better?"

She smiled, "much, thank you for taking care of me last night."

"Welcome."

She giggled at my lack of words, then laughed again when my yawn lasted about a minute. I couldn't help it. I pushed my face into the pillow and rolled completely on my stomach.

"You're cranky," she decided.

"No."

"Yes. I can tell."

"Hush it," I grumbled, turning away from her. Okay, so I was cranky. But oh well. But I left my hand to her tiny circleage. I liked it.

*&*#!#$^%$^

I hadn't realized I fell back asleep until I woke up, and the sun was higher in the sky, "Jesus, what time is it?"

...No answer.

"Bella?" I rolled over, to find her spot empty.

"Bella?" I called out again, much louder.

Still no answer.

Growling in frustration, I quickly strolled into the bathroom, took a leak, brushed my teeth, and climbed in the shower.

I needed coffee. Strong coffee.

When I entered the kitchen, dressed in a pair of boxers with a towel around my neck, I found my wife, standing in front of a stove, the sounds of sizzling and popping before her, "where were you? I called for you and you didn't answer."

She jumped when I spoke and twisted around, spatula in hand, "Jesus, Edward. Scared the crap out of me. I-I... um," she cleared her throat, clutching her chest, "I went to the front desk and had to figure out how to get some more groceries, since you never told me how the food got here. I wanted to make you breakfast. I left you a note on the table."

"I didn't go in the kitchen earlier," I explained, pulling a fresh pot of coffee out and pouring myself a cup, "so I didn't see your note. Thank you for making this."

"You must not have slept well last night... You seem off."

"I needed ass," I chuckled, then froze, when I realized I said that out loud. Fuck.

Bella stared at me, jaw locked.

"I'm sorry Bella, I was just kidding. I swear-"

"Mmhmm."

"Baby," I sat the cup down and pulled her into my arms.

She tensed, still holding the spatula. Probably preparing to hit me with it. Grovel, Dickward.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I was completely fine last night, just doing what we did. Spending time with you, knowing you're mine, talking about our future... it was enough. I promise."

She scoffed, "And here I was, so excited about how we spent last night even though we didn't get to make love, and now making you double sided ham, bacon, green pepper, and nacho cheese omelettes, and you want to-"

"I said I was sorry," I gave her my pouty face, curling out my bottom lip in front of her and batting my eyelashes. "Please? Please baby? I'm really sorry. I loved taking care of you. I love you so much..."

She sighed, caving in. Thank fucking God, "Oh, all right. Drink your coffee and I'll let you make it up to me later."

I smirked, letting her get back to my breakfast, "Don't forget I have to finish my goal."

"You don't have to do anything," she objected.

"I want to. And I couldn't last night - which was fine by the way, no worries, love - so I'm going to do it tonight."

"Mmhmm, we'll see."

"No seeing about it, babe. It's a done deal."

I hope.

BellaPOV

After breakfast, I moved over and sat on his lap at the kitchen table, "Edddwaarrddd," I purred, biting my lip.

He chuckled, "What do you want?"

"Um... well... since you asked... The lady at the front desk told me that there was this thing happening on the other side of the island. A lot of people are going to be there, she said a couple hundred, and they have live bands and it's an outdoor event, on a deck by the water, and... I was just wondering if you'd like to go? Maybe get out a bit? They also mentioned something about a Salsa club on an island bordering this one. They take a boat over there one day..."

"Sure, we can go."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What time does it start?"

"Around six or seven, I think, for the blues thing. The flyer she gave me is on the counter top."

He kissed my shoulder once, "Well, what do you want to do in the mean time?"

"Explore more?"

He laughed, "All right."

And we did just that: Scuba diving, to be more exact. We didn't go too far below because Edward worried about the pregnancy, but we did see the most beautiful view of sea life ever. Bright colors, weird shapes, beautiful moss, just everything... I loved it.

After lunch on the pier, we settled back into the villa around four o'clock and took a shower full of adoring hugs, make-outs, and playful banter. Proceeding that, Edward dug our cell phones out of my purse, hooked them up to the chargers, and turned them on - the first time since we'd left the reception. Within seconds, both phones were going off, letting us know that we had a ton of missed calls and a lot more voice-mails.

We lay side by side, listening to our messages. Most of them being our nosy friends, with people like Rosalie's messages starting out with, "Hey lovebirds, I know you're on your Honeymoon, but I just had to call you and interrupt because..." while the guys (coughEmmettcough) started out with, "Yo fucker, take your dick out of her for two seconds and pick up your phone, biiiish. Just because you're on your Honeymoon doesn't mean the world stops. It's important..." I didn't even want to know what Emmett wanted, but most of the others were just wondering if we'd made it okay, if we were doing it, so on so forth.

It made me happy to know that we didn't have our cell phones on.

Edward asked me if it'd be all right if he called Emmett while I got ready to go out.

I let him know I didn't mind. It'd give me more 'me' time to focus on what I wanted to wear.

EdwardPOV

"Yello."

"What's up, fucker?" I said, leaning back on the couch.

"Well, well, if it isn't the prodigal fucking golden child finally mustering up enough strength from his million and two orgasms in order to make time to call his fucking best buddy back!"

I laughed, scratching my head, "What the hell are you up to, Em?"

"Well, first of all, it's nice to know that you're fucking breathing. Thanks for calling to let someone know, dick."

"Sorry about that-"

"And second of all, why in the hell do you have your phone turned off?"

"Uh... I'm on my Honeymoon?"

"So?"

"I'm not supposed to be in contact with the outside world, I'm sup-."

"Yeah, I know, you're only supposed to be in contact with her vagina - as if you won't get sick of it eventually. What if I fucking fell off a cliff or some shit and you didn't hear about it until a week later?"

"Emmett... there are no cliffs in Seattle."

"Well... what if I got run over by a plane or an evil dragon caught me on fire or something?"

"What the fuck did you want, Emmett? Why in the hell are you harassing me?"

"Dude. Lots of shit has gone down, in the what, three days you've been gone? Lots of shit."

"Like what?"

"Alice and Jasper split up."

"WHAT?" I sat up, jaw dropped.

"Yeah. It was her idea. She's been staying over here at my house, because she doesn't want to be at ya'll's apartment without you. She's fine, it seems. I guess. I don't fucking know. But Jasper's not taking it well, he keeps fucking calling and calling and calling and shit. He told me it came out of no where. One moment, they were working on her issues she's apparently been having - which you never fucking told me about, you son of a bitch, I had to hear it from Jasper - and the next thing he knew, she said that she needed a break from everyone until she could resolve things. She said she didn't want to hold him down, and that though she knows she wants to be with him eventually and get married to him and whatever else the fuck girls have planned when they meet 'the one', ...that she cannot fully love someone else until she learns to love herself first."

I scoffed, rubbing my eyebrows, "...Wow... they seemed fine at the reception. She seemed happy."

"She didn't want to show any negativity during ya'll's wedding day. You know how much she loves you."

"Wow... I don't know what to say. Is she there with you now?"

"Her and Heather went to get some Chinese food. Oh, but wait. There's more."

"There is?"

"Yep. A lot more. She just told me that she's late. You know? Late."

"Late as in her period being late?"

"Yeah. She says she's on the pill and they always are protected, but her periods are always regular, and she cannot figure it out."

"It's probably the stress from the break-up."

"That's what I told her. But you never know. Oh, and guess what else I learned."

"What?"

"That I might end up having to be a boyfriend again."

"Huh?"

"Heather and I. I took the plunge, and I told her I was thinking about asking her to be my girlfriend, at the reception, after you and Bella took off. I didn't, but I want to let her know that I'm thinking about it."

"No shit."

"Yeah. It's much better this time. Like, crazy better. So far. I mean, you never know, but so far, I like the idea of being her boyfriend. Until we start fighting more and sexing less. Then, you know, I'll have to handle my shit."

I laughed, "that's good, Em."

"Yeah. I think seeing Rosalie and Jake at the wedding, and having that whole fucking run-in with them and seeing it with my own eyes... I think I needed that to straighten myself out. I mean, I want some kind of commitment too, and if Rose is gonna move on that fast and with that dick-head, then I should be able to, too. You know?"

"Wait. Is this just because Rose and Jake are together, or do you actually want Heather to be your girlfriend again?"

"I want her to be... I think."

"You make no sense, but whatever. If it's what you want, then I'm happy for you..."

"Yeah, but there's another problem."

"Oh God. I've only been gone a few fucking days! What now?"

"See, this is why you should have your damn phone on!"

I growled, stood up, headed to the kitchen, and pulled a Corona from the fridge, "Keep talking. What is it?"

"I think I kissed Alice last night."

I spit out my beer, spraying it all over the sink. Coughing, I grasped the phone, "What? Emmett! You just fucking said you and H-"

"I know, I know, but she and I were here last night just drinking and playing fucking Scrabble because we were bored as fuck and you weren't here and we didn't have any money, and I'm pretty fucking sure we kissed."

"What do you mean? How do you not know?"

"Uh, I was high as fuck and drunk as shit, and so was she?"

"You got Alice high?"

"She wanted to!"

"Emmett! You fucking idiot! How could you be so irresponsible with her? You obviously know what she's fucking going through, why in the hell would you want to make it worse?"

"Hey, hey, hey now, weed makes everything better, not worse."

"What else did you guys take?"

"Noth-"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Emmett."

"Dude, I swear, we did-"

"EMMETT," I growled in warning.

He exhaled heavily. "Fine. We may have snorted a few Percocets I had in my medicine cabinet... they're missing."

I shook my head and flopped down in a chair by the window, seething, "You... are stupid."

"Well! You weren't here! You know how shit messes up when the three of us aren't together! We're a fucking pack, man. You, me, and Allycat, man, we're heterosexual life-mates. We're a damn tripod, you selfish idiot. One leaves us, and we fall apart. This is why you shouldn't go anywhere!"

"Well, excuse me for regaining my life back, I seem to be pretty fucking happy now that Bel-"

"Just because you have your life back doesn't mean you have to ignore your friends."

"Emmett. I wasn't ignoring you. I'm on my Honeymoon. A week without me isn't going to kill you."

"Uh... did you not just hear all the shit gone done since you left a few days ago? And this is just the shit that I know. That's saying something, E."

"Yeah. It says that you all need to find new hobbies."

"Not funny. How's the wifey?"

"She's great. Getting ready. She wants to go to this thing on the pier tonight, something about blues and classic rock. Should be interesting."

"Hmm. You do the shit you wanted to her yet?"

"Emmett."

"Come on, tell me. You know I live vicariously through you."

I smirked and tugged my hair again, "Not all of it, but I am enjoying myself all the same."

"You haven't hit the ass yet? Dude. Come on, it's not that hard, just fucking tell her how bad you want it and you know that she'll cave."

"She knows."

"Tell her more."

"All right, Emmett, I've got to go."

"Wait, wait, I wanted to tell you something else. Check your suitcase, in that secret department on the left. I left you a present. Fucking use it."

"All right. I'll call you later. Don't fucking touch Alice again, Emmett. You're my bud and all, but she's my best fucking friend, and I swear to Christ as my witness, I will fuck you up if you dick with her and make shit worse. And be good to Heather, you horny bastard. If you don't want to be with her, fucking end it before she gets her hopes up that you're a decent guy. And stop playing with her emotions!"

"I can't make no promises."

"Emmett-"

"Tell Bella I say 'what's up' and to bend over and show you that pretty little ass like the good girl she claims to be. Call me later. See ya biiissshhh!" Click.

I sighed and tossed my phone on the table. Somehow, I knew that this was how shit was going to be. It never failed. Oh well. This was my Honeymoon, and I going to do my best to not allow anything to spoil it.

BellaPOV

"So where is he at right now?"

"I think he's in the living room talking with Emmett."

"He's talking to Emmett? Bella, you're letting your husband talk to Emmett? What the hell is wrong with you? You know he's never going to shut up."

I laughed, put my sister on speaker-phone, and sat it on the sink so I could flip my head over, "We're catching up with our friends real quick so no one things we ran away."

"If I were you, I would run away."

"What about Jake?"

"He can come," she laughed. "But I'd totally run if I were you."

"How are things with you and Jake?"

"Fantastic. I wished we would have just hooked up back in High School and saved us a lot of lost time."

"Awe," I gushed, raking my fingers through my hair, "Rosalie. You're starting to sound like a gushy high school girly-girl."

"Oh shut up, Bella, Christ. You're ruining my mojo here."

"Just saying."

"Yeah well don't. I'm not a teenager, I just... I really love him. It's crazy, how all these emotions came out and just spilled over every damn thing. Every time I see him, I want to jump his bones."

"So? I want to jump Edward's bones every second."

"Yeah but you're a pregnant newlywed."

"Still. I wanted to ever since the day I met Edward."

"You were fifteen!"

"You lost your virginity at fifteen!" I objected, cold-heartedly.

"Yeah but... Shut up!" She laughed. "We're not... Anyway. I just wanted to let you know that Jake and I are doing good and we haven't killed each other yet and we're still happily together. He says 'hi' by the way. He wanted to talk to you, but he's crashed out. I think I exhausted him."

"Oh dear God, Rose, please spare me the details."

"I am. And we all know you're getting some. Did you do the whole leather outfit thing yet? How'd he take it?"

"I did, thanks for talking me into it. He was... shocked... he fought it a little but he gave a lot too, so... I think overall, he liked it."

"Mmmm... Leather, man. Puts those boys into a frenzy, I tell ya! What else have you two done that's new?"

"I will give you all the details as soon as I get home, but I have to go before he comes in here and notices I'm taking my time getting ready."

"Oh just give me one detail!"

"Upside down sixty-nine in the kitchen. Gotta go, love ya, bye!"

"Wait, Bel-"

"Bye!" I hung up and exhaled.

*&*#!#$^%$^

It took me a little while longer to get ready than I had originally planned. Symptoms were starting to strike me a bit... A hint of nausea and a minor headache, but quickly dissolved once I kept my mind off of it. Plus, I felt like being festive.

I put my long, dark hair in a bunch of tiny spiral curls, brushed through with my fingers to create a lot of volume. Make up was fun and flirty, light purple on the eyes and peach colored cheeks, lots of mascara.

My dress was white and silky, tight around the bust, and flowing mid-thigh. My swollen breasts made it fill perfectly. It had an Asian floral print trailing around the bottom hinge and moving up toward the waist, colors of purple, blue, orange, and a few greens. I matched it with simple purple heels, tall enough to make a statement but short enough to allow me the leverage of not breaking my neck. Blue and black wrist cuffs and my Gemini necklace, two spritzs of 'Intimately' by the Beckham's on my pulse points, and I was set.

I met Edward in the living room, and our jaw's dropped simultaneously. You'd think by now I wouldn't be so shocked when I saw him and he took my breath away, considering it was a daily occurance, but still, I was.

Dressed in a white collared shirt with a hunter green and white striped sweater vest over it, jacket, dark denim jeans, black shoes and belt, his bronzed hair perfected into a delightfulness of which I wanted to lick, his emerald eyes glowing, forcing the golden hues to flicker, five o'clock shadow, and a grin that pulled up higher on one side... Damn. I needed to go change my panties.

"Hey," I said timidly, still out of breath.

"Hey," he replied lightly, apparently the same way.

"You look nice," we said at the same time, and laughed.

He smirked and pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my forehead, "I like your dress, baby. Is it new?"

"Yes. My mama got it for me."

"She has good taste," he grinned, kissing my forehead again, "...well, on you. Too bad I can't say the same thing for what she wears. I cannot believe she still owns a pair of coveralls."

I slapped him on his chest playfully, "They come in handy when you're painting a room."

"Yeah but she's not a painter."

I didn't argue. He had a point, and I hated those blue jean coveralls just as much as the next person.

"Are you all set?" I asked him, looking up and kissing his chin, for it was the only thing I could reach if I stood on my tip-toes.

"Yeah," he whispered, but he moved to his knees. I started to ask him what he was doing, and then he kissed my dress where my stomach was beneath it, and it all made sense, and I melted.

"Hey baby," he whispered, rubbing it gently with his hand. "Hanging in there?"

I smiled and ran my fingers through the back of Edward's hair, "Doing fine."

He kissed there again, mumbled, 'I love you so much...' to it, and stood on his feet, "I hadn't given my little boy a kiss yet so I figured I'd make it up to him before we left."

"What if it's a little girl?" I teasingly argued.

He smirked and wrapped his light jacket over my arms, "...Then she gets a kiss too..."

*&*#!#$^%$^

We arrived on the other side of the island, rejoining the 'land of the living', as Edward put it, since there were a ton of people there. All laughing, drinking, swaying to the sounds. Everyone looked like they belonged in a Salsa video, with their bright colored dresses and hats and shoes... Beautiful blues and soft rock music played by a live cover band which were sitting on a long pier, covered by two canopy's, one on each side of the circle. A mini bar lined down the right side of the peer. Tiki lights streamed down the other. There were people on the beach, on the pier, in the water... It was like a fiesta.

Edward held my hand and pulled me through the tight crowds, and when there was room for both of us to walk side by side, he placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me. We quickly said 'hello' to a few people, and made friends with a few couples who were on their Honeymoon. One couple, Jeremy and Marielle, were the sweetest, most kindest people we'd met in a long time. Jeremy was tall, maybe only a couple inches shorter than Edward, with dark brown, spiky hair, brownish green eyes that trap you into them, and full, pouty lips. Chiseled features. Marielle was a couple inches taller than me, with long, brown, wavy hair, sweet innocent blue eyes, and high cheek bones. They seemed to be opposite of each other... Him very outspoken and funny, while she was shy and reserved. They were about our age, maybe a year younger, from Connecticut. Jeremy was currently in college to be Defense Attorney, while Marielle was taking a break from school.

After conversing with them and realizing we found some kind people, we left the rest of the group they were talking with, grabbed some drinks, and decided to share a table close to the band. Edward and Jeremy immediately started talking about music, while Marielle sat beside me with a tentative smile on her face. I smiled back to her, squeezing Edward's hand on my knee, while the band played an awesome cover of Southside Johnny's, 'Future In Your Eyes'.

"So," she said quietly, so quiet in fact, that I had to move closer to hear her, "how long have you and Edward been together?"

"We've known each other since we were fifteen years old," I smiled, "so almost eight years. How about you and Jeremy?"

"Three years," she replied. "We met during Homecoming, Senior year. His school was a rival to mine."

"Yeah, our team kicked her school's ass," he cut in with a chuckle, taking a sip of his scotch. "It was love at first fight."

"We were very into 'team spirit' back then," she giggled. "I was a bouncy cheerleader, he was an arrogant player with war paint all over his face. How cheesy it is to think of it now."

"But back then, anything in high school was life or death," I said. "Edward was in baseball, and whenever the team lost a game, I thought the day was never going to end and he was never going to smile again."

"Oh yes, been there before," she sighed. "Thank God that's all over."

Edward leaned in, smelling of mints and chocolate cigars, and gave me a kiss on my cheek. He asked them what brought them out here (they Google'd the island), and the three of them fell into a soft conversation about what the island had to offer and what we've explored, and what everyone's plans are. I leaned to my right into Edward and rested my head on his shoulder, enjoying the salty breeze from the ocean on my face, the different genre's of music, the smell of happiness and pure joy around us. I felt my toe tapping to the rhythm, his left hand around me and caressing my ribs, his right hand in front, thumb massaging my stomach.

Marielle and I later fell into a discussion about our weddings. Hers was a backyard wedding, with a circle of tall sequoia trees surrounding them. She said it was small, only about fifty people invited, which was what they wanted. She said their families were very opposite as well. Her dad was a judge and her mother was a teacher, while his father sold cars and his mother was a seamstress. But when I looked at them, though they were opposite in comparison, they were also very similar... Beautiful appearances, genuine smiles, the look of love in their eyes when they glance at each other... It also made me feel better, knowing how I grew up more like Jeremy, and Edward's wealth was more like Marielle's.

They told us about how Marielle's father swore Jeremy was 'corrupting' her, back in school. She said she went to church three times a week, her family had dinner every night, Sunday dinner outside. He was a smoker, didn't care too much about grades, as long as he made passing ones in order to play sports. They spent the last three months of school inseparable, and her family frowned upon it at first, because when they tried to object, she'd sneak out and meet him at an old, busted down drive-inn and they'd run off for the night. She'd skip school on occasion, and they even bailed on their final exam to go to Florida for the weekend, out of no where. They were lucky they had enough credits to graduate. But they didn't care, they explained, because they knew it was fate.

Jeremy laughed, shaking his head, "You wouldn't believe how happy we were to graduate and go to the same college. We didn't have to worry about sneaking around so much."

"I know the feeling," Edward sighed. "We weren't together in College, but in High School... it's very hard for us to sneak around since our parents are best friends."

"Oh man!" Jeremy shook his head, "That had to suck."

I smiled, "it did sometimes, but it's nice that it worked out the way it did. I think if we had more liberties back then, we wouldn't be enjoying each other as much as we are capable of now. Because we would have ran it all into the mud in high school, you know? Taken it for granted because we were so young and couldn't appreciate the truth of sex and everything."

"I totally understand where you're coming from," Marielle agreed. "I tell Jeremy that all the time. That I didn't get to really appreciate him like I do now, because I understand what it means to make up after a disagreement, or be sick all week and have him take care of me. Back then, it was just, 'oh he's my boyfriend and we're in school', blah blah. Now it's real and it means more."

Edward brushed his fingers through my hair and leaned into my ear, whispering, "Pssst."

I leaned into him and smiled, "Yes?"

"I love you," he said sweetly. It made me giddy. I'm a chum.

I bit my lip and twisted toward him, caressing his face, "are you okay?"

"Mmhmm," he nuzzled along my jaw, "Are you?"

"Yeah... I'm wonderful," I smiled.

"So are there any plans for babies?" Marielle asked us. "I know you probably get that question a million times now that you're married, just like we do, but... I am curious. You two seem to really blend well together."

"Actually," Edward moved his chair closer to me and draped his arm tighter around me, "we're expecting now."

"Really?" her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, while Jeremy gave Edward a congratulatory handshake.

"Yes, Bella is almost 15 weeks long."

"Wow! Oh my gosh, you guys, that's awesome! When it's time, do you want to find out the sex?"

I looked at Edward, and he smiled and shrugged his shoulders, replying, "We didn't at first... but lately, I've been ancy in wonder. As the 20th week inches closer, I find it harder to wait."

"Really?" I said. "You didn't tell me that."

"Well baby, it's kind of obvious that I want to know," he laughed softly. "I mean, if it's a girl, then I should really stop calling her 'my little man'... and if it is my little man in there, then I want to know that way I can make better plans... like we can discuss easier options for the nursery and everything else."

"I thought we were going to do neutral colors for the nursery, that way when the next baby comes, we can keep it and re-use it without having to do too much reintivation..."

"So the twentieth week is when you'll be able to have the option of finding out?" Jeremy asked.

"Yes," Edward turned his attention toward him, but squeezed my right knee, "we can find it earlier, all the way to the twelfth week with the type of investments we've made at the hospital, but it's easier to make a false judgment, so we'd rather just wait."

"Are you a doctor?"

Edward quickly explained to them what he did for a living, receiving more compliments in handfuls. I watched him smile proudly as he discussed graduated from college with honors, passed certain tests with abbreviations meaning long names I couldn't even repeat, and how that led him to go through medical school while he was granted the ability to work under Doctor Sherber at the Seattle hospital, and how not only could he do medical school, but if he stayed on top of his game, how he could be allowed to complete his internship in a single year, instead of the standard two-three years... so on, so forth. Then I asked them if they had any plans to conceive. Marielle explained they have been having some conception problems, her the problems with her fertility balance. That led into another brief conversation of Edward explaining to them their options about what they could do, based on how much money and the type of insurance, etc, etc... I spent the time running my fingers through his hair on occasion and rubbing his back. It wasn't that I wasn't interested in the conversation, but it pained me to think of all the women out there who struggled for years to have a baby, when Edward and I seemed to have it easier... It made me sad and I didn't want to be sad on my Honeymoon, as selfish as that may sound.

It took over an hour before Edward would finish his scotch. I knew it still bothered him to drink when I couldn't, but it truly didn't bother me at all. It's not that I wouldn't love to sip on a Martini, but with the baby on board, I just didn't think about it as much. I wanted to protect, I all ready felt that instinct. But there should be no reason whatsoever for Edward to not enjoy himself. I had to beg him to order the damn drink in the first place.

He leaned in and kissed my temple, before excusing himself for a smoke break. Jeremy followed him, while Marielle stuck back with me. I didn't mind. She was a sweet girl.

EdwardPOV

"So earlier," Jeremy said as we walked toward the water, cigarettes in hands, "one of you mentioned that you and Bella weren't together in College, but that you had known each other since you were fifteen..."

I smirked and lit mine, "Yeah," inhaled slowly and blew out the smoke, "we met young and became swept up easily, got too involved, and couldn't really handle the pressures of an adult relationship when we weren't adults yet, you know? It was hard and I'm sugar-coating this right now, but in a nut shell, we were together for three years, off for almost four, and then reunited in January."

He grinned at me, "it just goes to show you that it doesn't matter where you're at in your life. You can't fuck with love, man. It'll come back and get you, regardless of if you're ready or not."

I smiled at him, "Very true. I guess love has a final destination, just as death does. You cannot run from it, because if it's your time, it's your time."

He agreed, "So you're wanting a boy?"

"Yeah," I kicked the sand around, "I do... I find myself wanting a boy more and more each day. I won't be disappointed if it's a girl, don't get me wrong, but... I just... I don't know. I'm pretty good at reading people, and I've studied up on pregnancies for my career, the little signs and symptoms a woman can have, depending on the sex... None of it's a scientific confirmation or anything, but I've found it true in a lot of cases I've assisted with my boss, Aubrey Sherber. And..." I chuckled, looking toward the setting sun, "I just really think she's having a boy."

"I don't know how you do it, man. I mean, Marielle and I have been having conception problems and it sucks, but at the same time, I mean, I don't know if I could handle it. Some people just... aren't ready. Aren't you freaking out?"

"Every once in a while, things might hit me, like bills and plans and everything we must get done with the time crunch. And yeah, it's an adjustment, and we didn't have time to really plan because the pregnancy wasn't necessarily planned... And I agree, we are young. My buddy Emmett, he's a good guy and I love him, but he's the typical, just graduated, mid-twenties guy. Doesn't get too involved in relationships, loves to have fun, loves to make trouble and chase girls and drink beer and party... I mean, he's responsible when it comes to taking care of himself and paying his own way, but he's still a guy, you know? He's not ready to grow up, and he shouldn't have to until he wants."

"But then I have a cousin, his name is Dean, and he's the same age as Emmett, but he's more mature. He's not necessarily ready to get married, but he is starting to get over those party days, and he focuses more on future plans... Then you have someone like me, who didn't care if I was partying and didn't care when I was calm. I was okay either way... but when Bella came back into my life, I just knew that if I could get her to wake the hell up and get away from the guy that she was seeing, that we had unresolved business that we needed to handle."

"I knew she and I were going to back together, or at least I prayed we did, but there were some hard fucking struggles to get through first. And it was a bitch at times, and she was a pain in my ass, and I was a dick back to her, and it was trying times for us... But once we really talked and became friends first, we realized more and more how important that the other was, how much we missed out on while we were being stupid and was apart, and then it became that whirl-wind romance all over again. Completely consumed and swept up, and there's no fucking way we're ever going to be able to pull ourselves away from each other again... But I've come to accept that it's just how she and I are. It's a meant to be thing, as cheesy as it may sound to others, but it is, and there's no sense in trying to fight it anymore. We've both just caved and accepted it, and to tell you the truth, it's working out pretty damn good this way. I'm completely satisfied drowning in her. I wouldn't pass up a love like this for anything."

"But how do you feel about being a father? Despite your connection with your wife, it's still... unknown territory for you."

"I get nervous and I panic, but all I can do is take it one step at a time. I know it's not going to be easy, and she and I are going to have different opinions when it comes to raising the baby, and we're going to clash, and we're going to have to sacrifice some of 'our' time, but... I honestly look forward to it. This baby wasn't planned, but I couldn't be more happy with the surprise. It's another example of my love for her, and her love for me, and we can see that and witness it every day in an actual physical form with this baby... Show what we, as a couple, accomplished. And I get excited about the little important things, like the first word, first walk, first everything. She's more worried than I am, but that's because I have more experience with children than she does... But Bella, she has an amazing heart. All she wants to do is give to others, and I know that she's going to conquer being a mom. And when she needs help, I'll be there."

*&*#!#$^%$^

I found Bella where she was when I left, laughing with Marielle, watching with wide eyes as people danced around her to the gentle music, currently 'Be My Lady'. She seemed so happy, and I definitely sensed a glow around her. I liked it. A lot.

I snuck up behind her, bent over, growled playfully, and nibbled at her left earlobe.

She jumped with a gasp, then giggled, covering her chest, "Edward Anthony Cullen, you scared me! I thought you were some random guy or something!"

"I'm sorry," I whispered, kissing along the side of her face tenderly, "I missed you."

"You're forgiven," she smiled. "Do you want to dance with me?"

"I was coming over here to ask you."

She quickly jumped up and took my hand, her eyes flickering and sparkling. I laughed as we pushed through the tight crowd, and found a spot toward the end of the pier, where spits of the sea water splashed up occasionally. It would be perfect for us, as long as she didn't slip. I'd have to keep a tight hold on her, knowing those damn heels and her track record.

She put her right hand on my shoulder, and her left hand in my right. I pulled her closer to me, as close as possible, and pressed my nose to her forehead. We danced into a gentle sway, the beautiful sounds of soft jazz, mellow drums, and a raspy voice creating a romantic mood. I could never get enough of her scent, strawberries and cinnamon. I had it memorized, but it wasn't the same as when you could put your nose in her hair and absorb in it. It was like a drug. I felt her fingertips on my shirt, squeezing the fabric, craving more attention. She pressed her face into my shirt and kissed there. My left hand, which was obeying itself on the small of her back, decided to venture south just a few inches, above the curve of her ass.

After the second verse, when the chorus picked back up, I put her left hand on my other shoulder so that I could cup her face, and felt her smile into the palm of my hand. I bent down and turned my face in, lingering my lips on her cheek. Her fingertips squeezed my shoulders again and she pushed her pelvis into me, her lashes fluttering, her breath calming. "I love you so much," I whispered into her ivory skin. She slid her teeth across her bottom lip and turned to where my lips were still lingering on her face, and met my mouth with her own. I pushed into her, wrapped my arms around her tight, and felt her stand on her tip-toes to get to me easier. And there went that damn flutter feeling in my chest, the completion in my heart, the vibrating taste on my lips from hers... She parted her mouth, and I swept the tip of my tongue in, connecting to hers briefly. It was a romantic kiss, slow and lingering for what seemed like an eternity. I kept us swaying but put most of my focus on her mouth. Her fingertips ran through my hair as we turned out faces to opposite sides. She tasted like the most sweetest, ripest, juiciest fruit, and I could never get enough. I'll always starve for more of her. Crave her. Want her. Need her.

When the song ended, she pulled away from my lips, and gave me a firm hug. She was adorable. I melted back into her body, loving the way we blended into each other. Lifting her feet a few inches from the ground, I moved us in a slow circle. It took every ounce of strength in me not to push us onto this wooden pier and make love to her in front of all of these people. The more and more time I spent with her, the more I realized that making love was a form of expression in which the words I wanted to say weren't needed. I'd make love to her any hour of the day if she'd let me.

...I'm just not sure about how all the other people around us would take it. Which is why I refrained.

Bella hummed against my Adam's apple, and my hands found themselves back to her hips, "Baby?"

"Mmm?" I smiled. This was probably the third time she's called me 'baby' this week... and she'd never called me that before... I liked it.

She pulled back, kept her hands behind my neck, and studied my eyes, "I think I want to find out the sex of the baby too."

"Really?" I asked, pulling her closer to me, "Bella, you don't have to just because I mentioned it. I can wait."

"No, no, I think... I really want to know."

"Why?"

"Because..." she shrugged, thinking internally, "I just do. I want to know if you're going to get your wish or not."

"Oh, Bella," I sighed, bending down to look at her directly. I cupped her stunning face in my hands and pressed my forehead to hers, my eyes zoned into her caramel's, "listen to me sweetheart. You are my wish. All right? I mean it. This baby... it's a gift. But you are what I want the most. Everything else is a bonus."

"I know that you say that, but... if we found out it was a girl, I know you'd love her all the same, but I really, really want you to be thril-"

"Bella, please hear what I'm saying. I promise, either way, I'm going to be ecstatic. We're having a family! You and I, we're here, we're married, and we're starting our lives... RIGHT NOW, this is us, the first set of memories from our life, as Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, and I don't ever want you to think that I'd prefer one to another, and might be upset if I didn't get exactly what I asked for. Because I did get what I asked for. I got us."

She exhaled, and caressed my lips with her thumbs, "you promise you'll be okay with a girl or a boy?"

"I cross my heart."

"Okay," she smiled, "but I still want us to go ahead and find out."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm," she gave me a nod, "I mean, the second and third or however many others, they can be surprises... but this one, I want to know. It's been killing me, and I really don't think I can wait even if I wanted to."

"If that's what you really want, Bella, then we can find out."

"I do."

I smiled against her cheek and then whispered in her ear, "That means... in about four weeks, another big change will happen for us."

She smiled and turned in to kiss me, "Four weeks?"

"Mmhmm. One month."

"Oh, I just got that excited-nervous feeling."

I grinned as the band's version of Stevie Ray Vaughan's, 'Pride And Joy' started, and spun her in a small circle, giving her a surprise, "Well then you better dance that feeling off with me. Or we'll never make it through this month!"

She laughed, intense excitement filled her eyes, and she met my hands, and started swaying her hips. I twisted her into me and spun her back out. She easily fell into my lead, allowing me to move her across the dance floor at my leisure. Her entire face reminded me of a small child: extremely excited. Obviously never heard the song before, which meant I had a thing to teach her. No one should live and die without knowing of Stevie Ray Vaughan, Jimi Hendrix, BB King, Chuck Berry, Muddy Waters, Buddy Guy, Nina Simone, Joe Cocker, Etta James... Hell, even Eric Clapton. This was a damn rule.

Thanks to my mother, Esme, this type of song and dance had been branded into me from a very young age. My mother loved to dance, and therefor, taught me what she knew. She once told me, 'A man in love won't be afraid to lead a beautiful woman'. She had a point. I wasn't afraid.

I twisted our arms and dipped her back behind me, then brought her under my other arm, and spun her around, never losing a step. Bella laughed as we began to clear a space, the people around us watching us move. I was quick with my steps, just making sure to connect her hand and move her along with me. When she spun back into me, she pressed her back against my chest and rolled her hips, all the way down to the floor and all the way back up, her ass making delicious teases against my crotch. I laughed, moving her away before I got carried away. She winked at me, allowing me to move us in the opposite direction. I loved how much trust she put in me. She swayed her hips, flipped her hair, shook her breasts, did everything in her power to fucking knock me off my whim... and it almost worked a few times.

I caught a brief glance of our new friends Jeremy and Marielle clapping and cheering us on. Bella moved behind me, her hands on my back, and rubbed up against me, before spinning around. She walked away, then folded right back into me. I took a chance, and by the time she moved in front, I fixed my arms, and flipped her in a circle on my right side. She burst into a fit of laughter when I put her back to her feet, and I lifted her and spun her in a circle, kissing her cheek. Then she was right back to seductive, grinding her hips and running her fingers through my hair. I allowed it this time, giving a nod to a couple single men to my left. Yeah, I see you staring at my wife's ass. Back. The. Fuck. Off.

Bella bit her lip and moved in front of me, her shoulders rocking, her eyes locked on mine. I kissed the tip of her nose and my hands found her ass they seemed to be so fond of, and we kept moving our hips in synch. If we were horizontal, there'd be no doubt in my mind that this was easy access. Which was why I encouraged it. Besides, she didn't seem to mind one bit. At the end of the song, I made sure to spin her out, dip her slowly to my left, and plant a soft kiss on her exposed collar bone. Quite a few people cheered for us, and then went right back into their own dancing and conversations.

With the next song, Jimi Hendrix, 'Little Wing', it pulled me right back into the 'Honeymoon' mood. Not just the romantic part, but the absolute lusting for my wife, must have her now mood. I pulled Bella into my arms and enveloped her body with mine. Made sure she was held up against me as tight as possible without losing oxygen flow, and kept my arms securely around her waist. Bent my knees and buried my face into the side of her neck while we danced slowly.

There was something that I had been dying to do with her since I found out such a thing was actually possible. I'd never mentioned it to any of my friends, not even Em or Alice. I kept it to myself, because it was one of those things I was terrified to bring up with her. And if she heard it from anyone else, I feared it'd make it worse. Bella was extremely bashful at times, and though I knew I could be smart about if if she let me, the idea of brining it up and having her freak out bothered me. Almost more than anal sex, this was something that took a lot of trust in me. She'd have to be completely, one hundred and eighty percent comfortable and in the moment. And I knew I needed to bring it up to her before we got down to business. Like back-door play, this was something that should never be brought up in a surprise instance. But how?

"Hey," she whispered, running her fingers at the back of my neck where my hairline met, "what are you thinking? I hear those wheels turning inside that handsome head of yours..."

"A lot of things," I smiled, pulling back to look at her, "how much I love you, for starters."

She smiled, flickers of silver in her eyes.

"And... about all of the things that I want to do to you," I continued softly. "If one day you'll only let me."

Bella hummed, swaying side to side with my body. She kept her voice just as low as mine, and never removed her eye contact, "What did you have in mind tonight?"

A shudder ran through me and I breathed in her luscious scent greedily, "Well... I was thinking about the whole 'anything and everything' plan we never got to accomplish back in Seattle... Such a shame... And about the whole bet that I won on the plane... Not to mention a few things that I'm worried to bring up with you, because I'm not sure how you'd take it." There. Prepare her.

"Edward, you can say and suggest anything you want to me. You know that. Even if I seem apprehensive, I don't want you to be frightened of me!" she giggled. "I don't want any secrets hidden, any wish going unfilled..."

I smirked with a tilt of my head, and tucked her hair behind her left ear, "Bella, you may not like every single thing I want to try. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't."

"Well," she smiled, "you never know until you ask me."

I bit my lip and studied her expression, trying to figure out if this was the best time to just lay it out on the table. I just didn't want to frighten her in any way.

"Please tell me?" she said breathlessly, as I moved then roughly pulled her back into me. Then she sighed, "Mmmmm," and I trembled again. Damn this woman.

"All right," I said, licking my lips. "Do you remember the whole 'anything-"

"Yes."

"Okay. There's something I want to try with you, that we haven't done yet. I've never mentioned it before, but I've thought about it ever since that night I put you on top of the counter top in the kitchen at my condo, or hell, maybe even before that. Normally, I try and not talk about things and go with the flow, but this isn't one of those things I can do that about, because it takes a lot of trust in that person, and it can't be spontaneous, because then you may tense up and not-"

"Edward," she giggled, rubbing my jaw, "...you're rambling."

I sighed and took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I had a love-hate relationship for the times she made me nervous. "Bella..."

"Yes," she smiled, enjoying this way too much.

"I want to make you..." I paused and grinned, shaking my head. Damn, damn, damn. Just get it out, Cullen.

"Make me..."

"Come like I do," I spit out with an exhale, preparing for the face slap.

She looked at me, furrowing her brows. Fuck. She had no clue. "Edward, you make me every night we do anything."

"No, Bella," I chuckled nervously, ignoring the music and people around us. I bent forward, and placed my lips to her left ear, "I want to make you really cum. There's this thing that I can do for you... you'll come like I do."

She shivered, gripping my shirt between us, "like... make it..."

"Mmhmm," I licked her ear. I felt her body start shaking, and knew the nerves were kicking in with her, "Baby, it's nothing to be nervous about. I want to do it. And I know it's the best kind of orgasm for you... Come on, please? Will you think about it?"

She nodded, swallowing hard, "Uh... That sounds awkward... Have you ever done that before?"

"Not really."

"Will it hurt the baby?"

"No," I smiled against her neck, shaking my head, "not at all. Unless there's a problem with the pregnancy - which Dr. Sherber would have let you known about - then we can have sex all the way up to your due date. And remember... we have that system, with the 'pineapple' safe word, so if you're uncomfortable with it at any point, we can just say it and move on."

She ran her fingers through my hair, swaying with me to the sexy music, "all right... We can try."

I kissed her neck, "yes. Thank you, Bella."

BellaPOV

We spent the next couple of hours dancing to the music with the crowd, kissing, laughing, and enjoying ourselves. But sex was the only thing on my mind.

To say that I was apprehensive when we arrived back to the villa would be an understatement. I'd never heard of anything he described before, and to be honest, was a little worried. Not that I'd ever tell him that, because there was a part of me that, although I was nervous, I was also curious.

The thing was, I was so tired of being the one to over-analyze and break things apart. Worry about what he'd think if me or my body or whatever the thing was reacted a certain way that I wasn't used to. Because obviously, Edward didn't care about those things. He cared about me. About pleasing me.

So as soon as we stepped into the house, I decided with myself right then and there to drop the whole worried act. It didn't get me anywhere. And I knew it had to be tiring. I didn't like the fact that it took Edward a while to ask me something. I didn't like that he always expected me to be nervous, and to chicken out. I didn't want to chicken out. If I were being completely honest with myself, any and every possible act of sexuality, as well as physically and any other thing available to do with Edward, I wanted to do. So I needed to just stop, grow up, and accept that I was the only paranoid one in this relationship. And it was overplayed.

And it needed to stop. Now.

As soon as Edward walked in behind me, I twisted around and pushed my mouth into his, knocking him backward into the door. He froze for a second, then quickly realized that I was trying to cram my tongue down his throat, and he needed to cooperate with me. His left hand found my ass, his right hand went to my hair, and he pulled me and pushed himself, our faces mending and molding, our tongues colliding passionately. I swirled mine around his slowly, savoring the taste of him.

He pushed his jacket off of my arms, and I found his green and white sweater vest, shoving it up until his arms got in the way. Breaking from our kiss caused us both to whimper from the loss. His hands slipped up the back of my white dress, focusing on my lace, white, boy-cut panties. I jerked them off and pushed his arms up, yanking the shirts over his head, until all before me was a firm, muscular, tan chest. His hands when right back where they were, and when I dipped my head to kiss his chest, he decided he wasn't having any of that. He bent forward, his face blocking my way, and attacked my lips, before twisting us around, and pushing me against the door.

Nothing about what we were doing was polite. Our mothers would most certainly not approve.

I jumped and threw my legs around him, and he caught me, before my hands could find his neck. "Oh Edward," I panted against his over-heated neck. "I love you so much." He smiled and kissed me once more, pinning my head and the rest of my body. His hands moved down my torso and around, cupping my ass beneath the silk dress. I moaned and arched my back, pressing my chest into his, "Yes. Take me." He pulled his face back, his cheeks flushed, his eyes sparkling, and stilled his motions.

"What?" I asked, stroking through his hair.

He tilted his head to the left, and the corner of his mouth lifted as he studied me.

"What?" I asked again, grinding my pelvis into his hardening behind his pants.

He chuckled lightly and pressed his lips to my mouth delicately, teasingly, "Nothing love."

"Ohhh," I sighed, slipping my tongue in his mouth.

To say that I loved the way his tongue massaged against mine would be an understatement. I lived for it. I had kissed many men in my life, a few whom I regret and still have nightmares over, and a couple who were what at the time I'd identify as 'great', but Edward... he was irreplaceable. I knew his experience while we were apart only justified his reasonings for being so confident in bed. I knew that the women before - or should I say between - me was a lot more willing to throw caution to the wind, and allow him to do whatever he wanted with them. I couldn't even fathom what experience he gained in the past four years. I knew that's why he was a lot more willing to be open with what he wanted with me, and I was apprehensive. But I didn't want to be like that anymore. I wanted to give myself to him, in any way he desired. That's what love was about, after all. And he all ready knew how I felt.

Pulling my face back, I clutched his in my hands, and panted breathlessly, "Edward."

"Yes," he steadied my hips, stopping me from grinding against his crotch for a moment.

I looked him straight in the eyes, my notion making clear, "I want to do everything with you."

"We will," he smiled, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip, "when you're ready, we'll d-"

"No Edward," I shook my head, rounding my shoulders, "now. Starting right now. Every day, every night, something new. I want to give myself in every single way you want. I want to try everything you can think of. I don't want to hold back anymore. I don't want to be 'shy, reserved, cautioned Bella'. I want to be everything you fantasize about, and the only way I can learn is if I just let go and let it happen. There I was, the other night, asking you to give over some of your control to me... but the truth was, I was a hypocrite. By being scared or worried about what you'll think, I've never given all of who I am, and that wasn't fair to you. I want to be with you, in every single way possible. And when we accomplish all of that, no matter how long it will take, I hope that we can invent new ways to be together. The only person that I trust myself to be this free with is you..."

I swallowed and took a deep breath, never breaking eye-contact. "I want you to teach me how to let go and allow all of this to happen. Starting now. Because I'll never truly be able to be myself unless I do that... I want you to teach me, Edward. I want you to show me every single thing you know. I don't want you to hold back from me, and I never ever want you to be afraid to ask me to try something with you. I don't want you to worry about upsetting me because you're more experienced with me. I just... I want it all. I want to give you it all. But you have to teach me... Please? Please just... please." I sighed, blowing the air out.

Wow. Talk about word vomit. I never spoke so many words so fast and actually had them all make sense before.

"Are you positive, Bella?"

I sighed, "Yes, Edward. No more doubts. No more anything. I want to be free with you."

Edward smiled slowly, and tucked the hair behind my ears, "All right, Bella. We'll teach each other."

I grinned, feeling the weight of the world lift off of my chest, "thank you."

"Do you want me to go first and teach you tonight?"

I smiled in relief, and nodded, "Yes."

He kissed the tip of my nose and pulled me off of the door, "Come on... We need the bed for this."

I giggled as he carried me through the double doors, and laid me on the mattress. He didn't have time to move before I pulled him down on top of me, but was quick to make certain he didn't topple his weight on my stomach. Our make-out session was lingering and endevouring, and we seemed to pretend we were memorizing each other's every inch all over again... and then he left me breathless and aching for more, moving off of me.

"Roll over onto your stomach. Time for your first lesson."

I smiled and did as he asked. He straddled my legs and began to massage my shoulders, giving the right amount of pressure that elicited a moan from me, "Edward, that feels so good."

He smirked against the back of my neck, and began to unzip my white dress. "Bella, tell me something else you want to try. Something you've been afraid to say."

I pushed the side of my face into the pillow and closed my eyes, feeling every single fingertip on my tightened skin, "Anal play."

His fingers steadied for a moment, and I heard him smile behind me, "Really?"

"Yes... the more you talked about it, the more I've secretly thought about it... I want to see if it's worth the pain."

"With me, I'll do my absolute best to make it worth it. Hopefully, there won't be a lot. ...Tell me another."

"I want to take a night where you are in absolute control... I've fantasized about giving myself to you in however you ask. Willingly."

"Mmm," he kissed between my shoulder blades, "we can do that. Tell me another."

I sighed, shivering beneath his warm lips, "I want... you to allow me to take more control too. I want to show you that I don't always have to be shy and virginal."

"All right..." a kiss on the middle of my back, "another?"

I smiled, the feeling of his hands on my ribs turning me on more, "dirty talk. Lots and lots of dirty talk. Not necessarily names, but just telling each other how we feel and what we're making each other do."

He laughed against my skin, and kissed the small of my back, his hands kneading my butt cheeks, "...keep going baby. I love hearing you."

I felt the pulsing between my thighs quicken. "Edward, I need you."

"Soon baby..." Another kiss on the small of my back, "please keep going."

I moaned and sealed my eyes, wishing he'd push his leg up toward me and alleviate some pressure, "Shower sex. Pool sex. Tub sex."

"Mmhmm," licked where the seam of my panties touched, "What else?"

Arching my back toward his chest, I squeezed the sheets with my fingers. Every single inch of me felt like it had caught fire, "Edward..."

"Almost... Keep talking to me." He lifted up and pushed the dress off of my shoulders. "Tell me what you want."

I struggled to work to lift my arms so he could move it from my elbows, and then he was quick to pull it down my tiny frame. The sound of my voice was gutteral and low. Seductive and aching. "Edward, I want you so bad."

"Keep speaking Bella... Keep telling me what you want."

My heartbeat pounded in my throat and I swallowed thickly, trying to refocus my thoughts on any place other than my throbbing core. Who knew the simple act of discussing desires and a body massage could be this erotic?

He pulled off my heels and placed my legs gently back on the bed, "I'm all ears baby... What else? Tell me some positions."

I shivered as his hands found my lace booty shorts once more, the only object left on me, "Edward."

"Say it, Bella."

Trembling at the sound of his voice, I about came on the spot, "Fuck."

Now he was back to sweet and velvety, "Come on... I want to hear that sexy voice of yours."

I pushed myself toward his knee that was between my legs, trying to alleviate myself, "fuck me, Edward."

"Keep talking Bella and I will soon."

"Now."

He remained calm, his thumbs massaging the curvature of my ass, "This is part of the teaching, my love. Positions?"

"Every position," I panted, pushing my face into the covers, my hair sticking to the back of my neck, "doggy-style, missionary, cowgirl, sitting face to face, sixty-nine again. I want us to stand up. I want to bend over in the shower, I want you to hold me in your arms. I want to lay on the bed with my legs hanging off and have you kneel on the ground in front of me. I want-"

His lips found my ear and I jumped, unaware he was that close, "do you want to sit on my face again, Bella? Did you like that?"

"Yes," I lifted myself up toward his crotch, but his hands found me and he pushed me back into the mattress, forcing a growl from my throat, "Edward, you're killing me."

He didn't remove his mouth from my right ear, but he lowered his voice into that sexy tone that could do me in so easily, "do you know that sometimes, all I have to do is rub my nose between your thighs, along those wet panties of yours, and I want to come? I fucking love the way you smell when you're turned on, baby. So sweet and pure and clean... Mmmmm," he licked my earlobe.

"Edward."

"You don't know what you do to me. What your body does to me. Has it ever occurred to you why I love going down on you so much?"

I moaned and shook my head, pressing myself against his knee again.

"It's your form... You're so fucking pink, and slick, and warm, and you taste of every single fucking thing that I love mixed into one. The shape and size of you, it's all perfect. And how you moan, and call my name, and arch your back, and tremble... Christ, Bella. I love your lips, I love to kiss you like I do your mouth. I love to suck on them, and open you up for me. Slowly. I love pushing my tongue inside of you, feeling the texture of your walls. Feeling how wet you are and how much wetter I can make you. I love circling your clit, using different techniques, feeling it throb and grow with every single movement. I love to suck you between my lips, having your thighs crash against my ears, feel you tug roughly on my hair, and I don't really use my fingers too much because all I want is you on my mouth-"

The tightening in my stomach was beyond intense. I'd never heard him talk to me so honestly, and I loved it, "Edward, I-I can't, I'm... fuck."

"And then when you come Bella," his hot breath crashed into my ear, his hands still holding me onto the mattress beneath him, his hips grinding into me, his erection between my ass cheeks, "the taste of you at that moment, when you're all soaking wet and pulling me deeper inside of you, throbbing around my tongue, pulsing against my face... Fuck, Bella... you have no idea how good it is to me."

He could hold me into the mattress all he wanted, but there was no way he could stop me from grinding against his leg, "Edward, I need you to-"

"What baby? Tell me what you want."

"Anything!" I demanded, my body throbbing to the point it hurt. "Everything. Touch me, lick me, fuck me, just do something!"

He moved his hands beneath me and caressed over my legs, avoiding the area I wanted him to touch the most, "Mmmm."

Deciding I'd had enough teasing, I moved my hands beneath me and found his, pushing them toward my center, "now, please."

"Stay right there." He moved his face down my back, dragging his wet, bottom lip across my skin, all the way to my panties. His fingers hooked in the sides, and I was thankful when he pulled them down my legs and deposited them somewhere on the floor. A whisk of cold air hit my thighs, and I shivered and moaned into the covers.

He hovered himself above me, his hands on my ass, and began to massage me, teasing me more, as if that helped my situation at all. Any second, and I was gone. I may not even last him entering me.

"Bella, when you were sitting on my face, did you like where I put my fingers on you?"

"Mmhmm," I panted into the mattress, flashes of his tongue inside me, his pointer on my clit, his thumb on my smaller area.

"Good. That's real good, baby, that's what I wanted."

My body felt like it was scorched in flames, "Ungh, Edward, please."

I felt him shuffling around, then his left hand found my hips and he lifted me a bit, sliding a few pillows beneath me, "stay relaxed, Bella. I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" I whined, fighting the urge to growl at him.

"You'll see. Please stay where you are."

The time he took to do or get whatever was excruciating. It could have been a minute; it felt like an eternity. I lay there, vulnerable to the world, throbbing, over-heated, my mind filled with the most sexual thoughts I'd ever had in my life, and there was nothing I could do but wait.

It was horrible.

Eventually I felt the bed move, and exhaled heavily, grateful he was back.

"Tell me what you're thinking."

"How bad I want you."

"How bad do you want me?" he replied, with an arrogant grin, I'm sure.

"More than ever," I admitted.

"Good."

My heart was about to burst out of my chest, "What do you mean by 'good'?"

"Well... I've got you where I need you... right now, your body is absolutely at the mercy of me... Any touch, any kiss, any lick, any movement I make to you can and most likely will set you off." He trailed his fingers down my spin lightly, causing me to shiver and pant. "You wanted me to teach you how to be 'free', Bella? Well let me explain this first lesson: Freedom comes with a price. If you give yourself completely, you have to be willing to wait until something else takes hold of you and reels you back. Therefor, you have just as much power in vulnerability as I have in control. We are equal. That's what this is all about."

I struggled to breathe.

"How do you feel right now?"

"Achy."

"Achy but good, right?"

"Yes."

I listened as he opened something, and then rubbed his hands together, "This is a silicone-based warming lubricant. I'm going to massage you for a moment, because you have a lot of tension. All right?"

"Mmhmm," I breathed through my nose. "Please hurry. I want you so bad."

"I know you do," his breath staggered for a moment, "I want you too baby. Trust me. But I need you to relax."

"Okay," I nodded. You can do this. The moment his hands touched me, I couldn't help but sigh into the bed. Sure, they weren't near my pubic region, but between the way the lube warmed into my skin and slipped his hands around my neck and shoulders... "That feels so incredible, Edward."

"Good," he kissed my left shoulder. "Stay relaxed. Let me work on you."

I smiled, thinking you can work on me as much as you want.

For the next fifteen minutes, he massaged every single inch of me... from my neck and hairline, earlobes, behind my ears, my shoulders, my arms, my fingertips, my ribs, the sensitive area between the small of my back and my butt, my hip bones... my thighs, my butt cheeks, behind my knees, down my calves, my heels, toes, and in-step... everything but the one area I craved.

Then he rolled me over, propping the pillows beneath my butt and a couple beneath my head, and worked on my front... my neck, my jaw, my cheeks... my shoulders, my breasts, torso, ribs, stomach, belly button, and back down toward my legs and feet. And then he'd blow on me, making the lube tingle against my skin. I felt the tension just leave, as soon as he'd touch. Some areas were sensitive, but then he'd rub real fast and press into it, and it'd fade away.

Laying relaxed on the mattress, I felt like one of those cartoon characters that run and slam into the wall, getting stuck there, flattened out like a pancake. I hummed, but didn't bother moving.

"Open your eyes," he whispered.

I did as instructed, and melted as soon as mine found his. He was sitting on his knees beside me, on my right. So beautiful. Now shirtless, his belt unfastened and hanging from his pants, his copper hair looking like it had been run through a few times, his lips forming into a curve of a delicious smile... His emerald irises conveyed pure love and devotion.

He kept his voice calm and raspy, "Do you feel 'free' right now?"

I nodded, unable to find my voice. My heart was in my throat.

Thunder rumbled outside in the midnight sky, and I shivered, my eyes jerking from his toward the window. Pink and yellow heat lightning began to flash around the entire bedroom, richocheing colors off of the walls outside, bouncing into the windows. It sped my heart beat and my desire up more.

"Look at me."

I did as he asked, and lost my breath, my lips parting. Those once bright green eyes were lusted over and blackened. Jesus.

"Spread your legs, baby."

Shivering and licking my lips, I again did as instructed. I felt almost hypnotized.

Grinning, he inhaled through his nose and hummed, the vibrations bouncing with the thunder outside. I watched in anticipation as he moved closer to me, lifting his right hand. Without my allowance, my eyes shut and I arched my back, moaning "Yessss," before he even touched me.

...But he didn't.

I opened my eyes, to find his hand lingering above the junction at my thighs, an amused look on his face.

I bit my lip and kept my expression as calm as possible, focused right on his face, and begged silently with my eyes.

When that didn't work, I took a deep breath, batted my lashes slowly, arched my back a bit, and whispered, "Please baby?"

EdwardPOV

Do not pass out.

Do not pass out, do not pass out, do not pass out.

That's all I could think about, as I stared down to my beautiful wife: Fully exposed. Vulnerable. Over-heated. Wanting. Needing. Craving. Begging. And then there was the flush along her naked body... The look of wonder and desire in her caramel eyes... The apex of her legs directly in front of my eye sight, bare and aching. Not to mention she just fucking called me 'Baby' again. I loved that shit.

Fuck my life. It was too much. You're in control, E. You've got this. You haven't shown your thoughts yet, so don't start now. Keep your face calm. Keep yourself relaxed. Ignore the aching in your own body. This is about her, not you. This is FOR her.

When that didn't work, and I felt myself twitching in my pants, I growled internally and shouted to myself, Stop being a fucking pussy! Do what you want to do to her, because she's offering herself to you! Stay strong, and take control. Get your damn mind out of the gutter. Okay, not happening... She was still naked, arms relaxed at her sides, legs open for both of our pleasure, her eyes burning right into my soul, and that fucking bottom lip held between her perfect white teeth...

I blew out a staggering breath and swallowed heavily. All I - or should I say Cullen - wanted to do was crawl between her legs and combine us. Push into her and pull her to me, feel her throbbing around me and me pulsing inside of her, until the uttermost final moment, and then fucking explode until she moaned my name and - Get it together you fucking bitch.

"Edward?" she whimpered, her right hand resting gently on top of mine. I snapped back my focus and watched as she lowered my hand with hers, finally resting it above her pubic bone. Then she whispered, "Please?" again, her body trembling in anticipation. And my whole resolve both crashed and tightened. It would be about her. I had to make certain of it.

"Okay," I whispered, finally giving in. I hadn't even touched where she wanted me the most, and she still fucking moaned and arched her back, threw her head against the pillows. Her fingers clutched against the back of my hand, and I could tell she wanted to move it south, but she refrained. "Good girl," I smirked, massaging the top of her skin with my oiled thumb. I had to keep her calm and breathing, so she didn't start to panic about being so vulnerable to me. I didn't want her nervous ever again. I kept my voice soft, confident, and reassuring, "I love you so much. You're look so beautiful, Bella... Keep breathing... In your nose..."

She inhaled slowly, her chest rising, her lashes fluttering against her skin, her lips slightly parted... You keep breathing too, E. I exhaled with her. This was when all my study of the female anatomy in medical school helped me out. Continuing to massage her pubic bone with my right hand, I used my left to press slightly above it, applying a tender amount of pressure. Bella writhed against my hand and chewed her lip. God, she was so sexy. It took everything I had not to fucking take her right then and there. I swallowed and averted my attention back to my hands, and slowly moved my right one down, careful not to touch the two main areas, but around the sides of her. Massaged there. Then in to her thighs. There too.

"Edward," she whimpered, grabbing a hold of my right wrist, "now?"

I licked my lips and began to caress between her folds, watching how she reacted. And she loved it, finally having the ability to get some relief. I made sure to stay delicate and light at first, noticed her body trembling, paid attention to her arousal. When she was as slick as I needed, I pushed my middle and ring finger inside without any problems. I had to stifle a groan from my own lips, feeling her walls and the heated texture of her insides. It was wonderful hearing her call my name and ask for more. As if I wouldn't give it to her.

Making sure she was nice and lubricated, I brushed along her spot with my thumb while my fingers continued their movement, and pressed down on her pubic bone with my left hand. Bella arched her back again and sighed, her hands squeezing my wrists, encouraging me on. It's now or never, Cullen.

Rule 1. No matter what, keep her calm and tell her what you're about to inflict on her. Taking a breath for luck, I cleared my throat and turned my body, to where I could still work her, but hover over her at the same time. "Bella," I whispered, "you don't have to open your eyes but listen to me, all right? I'm going to do something but I will not hurt you. I promise. Do you trust me when I say that I won't hurt you?"

"Yes," she answered immediately.

I kissed her lips a couple times and pushed my fingers in her as far as they would go, and she moaned into my mouth, her right hand finding my hair. I licked along her bottom lip and moved out, then pushed them right back into her, creating more (much louder) moans of appreciation. "You feel so good baby," I reassured her.

"S-so do you," she replied, her chest heaving. "And you make me feel good."

Damn straight, I grinned. "I want to make you feel even better than this."

"Do it," she shook her head, then lifted it and kissed me once, before dropping it back onto the pillows. "I'm all yours."

Taking that as all the sacrifice I needed, I began to pull and push my hand up and down, jiggling it quick to make my two fingers curled upward and lodged in as far as they would go, faster and faster and faster and faster. Never letting up. I could feel her insides throbbing. I watched as her eyes bugged and her jaw went slack, and she could no longer speak, only struggle to breathe, the pleasure intensifying and overtaking her every thought. She was wet and moist and bothered, sweaty and sticky and perfect, and her body became my temple, and I made sure to make her mine all over again. I kept her legs parted, my eyes focused on her flushed face, my hand moving inside of her, my thumb brushing her clit simultaneously. I felt her g-spot ripening above my fingers, and using my left hand, I pushed down on her mound, right above it, to where my fingers on the inside would almost meet the ones on the outside. She pulsed harder. I brushed her clit. She throbbed more.

And Bella screamed out in pleasure, her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Her legs began to quiver and I had to use my body to keep them apart.

I moved harder and faster. Careful not to hurt her. Having her pleasure in mind, and that alone.

"Stay relaxed baby. God, you're so fucking beautiful. Bella, I wish you could see yourself, and feel what I'm feeling right now, being inside of you like this..."

"Oh my God!" she cried out, thrashing beneath me. "OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod, OHMYFUCKINGGOD, EDWARD!"

Lightning crashed outside the window, but it didn't phase me as much as her words did.

I wanted to tell her how hard she made me. I wanted to tell her how much I fucking loved every bit of this. But I couldn't speak myself.

I kept going, doing my best to ignore the tightening in my pants, begging for it's own release.

I listened to the sounds she was making with her mouth, the heaving in her chest, the sounds that my fingers were making inside of her... Watched a pink flush spread across her neck and jaw, her collar bones, going on... around her erect nipples and the underside of her breasts... down... down... further... around her belly button and hips... lower... toward my glistening fingers disappearing into the heated warmth I loved almost more than life itself...

More.

Noticed how her body became hotter, rolls of beautiful sweat dipping around her... the way her hair stuck to her forehead and the right side of her cheek... How her lashes fluttered, her mouth formed and froze in that perfect 'O', the way her chest heaved, and her body tensed, and her hips rolled, and her toes curled...

More.

How her voice crackled and lowered in octave, becoming that sexy and seductive sound that I craved in the middle of my deepest dreams... Watched how her fingers curled into the sheets, her back arched more, her legs spread wider at their own resolve, how she muttered my name but no other words, and how fucking gorgeous she looked, verging on the moment of pure ecstacy...

"Edward, we have to stop!" she trembled, her hands reaching down to me.

I didn't recognize my own voice, it being so low and raspy, "No we don't."

"Y-Yes, FUCK! Yes, we have to because... m-my body, it's doing something and-"

"It's normal, Bella. Enjoy it." Please enjoy it. Don't worry.

"But my blad-"

"It's not your bladder, I promise. I'll never lie to you." My heart was doing double-time. My lungs felt on the verge of collapse. Heat waves pounced off of her and onto me, creating a band of sweat on my forehead.

Bella moaned louder.

I pushed my fingers deeper, electing an arousing moan and the pulsing of her walls, "You're about to come hard, Bella."

"Oh GOD," she cried, clawing at the sheets. She couldn't form words. "E-Edward! E... Ohhhhh... Shhhhh... Mmmm..."

"And I can't wait until you do..." I pushed deeper and curled up, and moved my other hand back down on her pelvis bone, "Don't fight it. I want you to come for me, Bella when I say to."

"Unnngghh," She thrashed around, her manicured fingernails tearing into the sheet, her lips formed into a tight line, and her eyes rolled back into her head.

Keeping my other hand on her pelvic bone, I brushed along her clit with my thumb then held it down and in place, kept my fingers inside her curled and trapping her over-swollen g-spot, and held my breath, before whispering a very staggering and low, "N-Now."

And then she screamed louder than I ever thought possible, her back bent into a perfect upside-down 'U', her hair fell along her shoulders against the pillow, her jaw locked, her face contorted beautifully, her legs stilled, her toes curled, her entire body started shaking stronger than a clothes dryer, and then she just fucking did it... She came all over my hand, hot and perfect and gushing and squirting, just as I had wanted.

I about shot off in this moment of glory, to the point where I had to curl over and apply pressure to my pants and will it to calm down for a moment. Each time I brushed her clit, she doubled back into another orgasm, and more of her came, and I fucking got off on that shit more than anything else. "Jesus Bella," I panted, licking my dry lips. "Fuck." I shook my head, making sure I wasn't in a dream. "You are so sexy, Bella."

This was fucking perfect. You, Cullen, are a sex rockstar.

Fuck yes I am.

Another brush of her clit. More moaning. More steam and electricity bounced off of us. I curled the two tighter inside of her. Another wave of orgasms. By this point, I'd lost count of them. All I could think about was the pulsing heat of her walls clenching around my drenched fingers, the shudder of her thighs, the once-pink flush of her body now turning into a deep red color of passion...

I withdrew my hand, moved between her legs, and hovered myself over her body. Watched as wave after wave after wave after wave hit her and consumed her in all the ways possible. It almost made me not worry about getting off, just watching this shit unfold, her being at the mercy of me, even without me touching her now. Almost. But before I knew what I was doing, my pants were unfastened. I kicked them off, along with my shoes and socks, and pulled down my boxers.

Bella's body was still writhing, though not as strong, and she still had her eyes shut, moaning. I looked down to her form and about came again, watching it glisten and pulse at it's own attire, clenching and welling. I rubbed my aching form along her forms, getting myself a small tease, and then kicked myself in the ass for doing so. She was so fucking wet and so fucking perfect and that fucking pulling sensation began all over again at the slightest touch of her, and I couldn't handle that shit. The slightest touch sent her into another pulsing wave of moans.

I gripped her hips, thankful she was still propped up on the pillow, and kissed her left breast, before thrusting myself all the way inside of her. Then I fell on top of her and groaned, burying my head against her collar bone. THIS SHIT WAS FUCKING INCREDIBLE. Never, even in all the orgasms in the past, did this shit ever feel this good. She was so fucking unbelievably tight, and that throb and pulse and shudder inside her walls jerked me in deeper, almost to the point to where I didn't even need to fucking move.

She whimpered, struggling to wind her legs around me.

Rain pelted against the windows, the lightning flashing in spurts.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked breathlessly, kissing her ear and willing myself to not groan too loudly.

She shook her head quickly, dragging her nails up and down my back.

"Do you... shit..." I gasped, feeling her purposely clench those wonder muscles. I closed my eyes, trying to keep my focus, "Love, do you want me... ungh...to k-keep go-"

My voice cut off as she lifted and lowered her hips on her own terms, grinding me into her. I became breathless in no time at all. Our hearts practically pounded out of our chests and into each other's. I worked her into the mattress at a slow and struggled pace, over and over, willing myself to keep driving her into more waves of pleasure, forcing myself to not enjoy this so much that each and every noise out of me was a dismunteled grunt. I wasn't going to last long at all. And I wasn't even ashamed of it.

"E-Edward," she gasped, tugging at my hair to the point of my head hurting, yet it driving me further, "are you close?"

I nodded, her muscles around my dick gripping once more, the wetness that was there overwhelming... "...Fuck me."

"I'm trying," she gasped, clawing at my arms.

I couldn't help but chuckle, before burying my face into her volcanic-temperatured neck. Pushing into her harder. Hitting that wall.

"Come with me, Edward, please."

I shuddered as she pulled me deeper and bit down on her neck, before pushing her into the mattress and letting everything I had built up inside of me envelop into bliss. Fucking wetness and Heaven mixed in one.

Bella screamed and came again, holding me in place on top of her, those heels pushing into my ass cheeks. That heartbeat that was once threatening to burst out of my chest was now inside my throat and my ears, and I finally released her neck from my teeth, and groaned into the pillow beside her damp hair.

She kept moving, kept lifting and pushing me and sending me into over-drive.

And then, somewhere in the middle of it, I realized I had just had an orgasm without ejaculating.

Because right after I realized that, she fucking pulled me in tighter with those damn pc muscles, and I actually released. Hard.

"FUCK!" I cursed loud, pinning her down above me. It felt as if every liquid inside of my body had been ripped out of me in a matter of seconds, yet hours. I even arched my back, strained my neck, pushed her deeper into the covers. But I couldn't fucking help it. She just fucking made me have a double orgasm. How did I ... God damn!

"God damn," I collapsed back on top of her, spent out of my fucking mind, and blinked my eyes, while the after shocks kept coming. What the hell just happened? How did she do that shit?

"Oh God," she swallowed hard, laying lifeless beneath me. "Oh God. Oh Edward, Oh God..."

I nodded, unable to respond. Never better. Never better, never better, never better.

"I can't feel my body," she panted breathlessly, her hand trembling as she raked through the back of my sweaty hair. "But it feels like it's electrocuted at the same time."

"Mmhmm," I buried my face into her neck, intoxicating myself of her strawberries and cinnamon and sweat and arousal and heat.

"I-I'm... Are you okay?"

I inhaled sharply, still unable to move, "Mmhmm." Never better. Never better, never better, never better.

*&*#!#$^%$^

I fell asleep.

I fucking fell asleep inside of her.

That's how spent I was.

And I have no idea how long for. The only way I woke up was when she shook me slightly. The storm was still rumbling outside.

I rubbed my face into her neck and hummed, completely and utterly blissed out.

Her voice was calm and sweet, "Edward will you please take a shower with me?"

"Okay," I mumbled, nuzzling in her again.

"Come on baby," she whispered, tapping my back slightly. "Let me help you up."

Groaning, it took all the strength I could muster in my arms, along with all of hers, to get me off and out of her. I rolled on my back and rubbed my face, the smell of her deliciousness on my hands, triggering me once more. "Fuck Bella," I laughed, shaking my head. I couldn't really form a sentence, so I didn't bother to finish it.

She let me lay there while she went to the bathroom and ran the shower. Then she came and got me, mumbling how the covers were 'done for'.

"They're not," I argued, following her to the bathroom, "we'll wash them and call for more covers."

She twisted and pulled me in the glass doors and into the hot water. I cringed at first and tensed, but then I felt her mouth on the dip in my collar bone, and relaxed immediately. My hands found the back of her head and I closed my eyes, pressing my mouth against her forehead, "I fucking love you so much."

She nodded and ran her hands up my sides. We showered in a comfortable silence. Our feelings were conveyed with our actions, by washing each other's hair and bodies carefully. And an assload of passionate kissing. I felt waves of love coming on stronger than ever, because each time she'd turn away from me, I wanted her back in my arms. I missed her. In fact, I kept pulling her back to me.

"Edward," she giggled, reaching down, "I need to grab the soap. I forgot to wash my face."

"Mmm," I shook my head, "I don't want you to leave."

"I'm just bending over, I'm not going anywhere."

"Not good enough," I whispered. My voice was cracked and about shot to hell.

So was hers.

We were both hoarse and exhausted.

She quickly grabbed the damn bar and twirled back around, and hugged me tight, "I love you too."

"It's about time you responded to that," I laughed, kissing her left cheek gently. "...Ten minutes later."

"Better late than never."

I wiped her hair out of her face and kissed her nose, all playfulness aside, "thank you for tonight Bella. ...For trusting me. For being my wife. For everything."

BellaPOV

I woke up around eleven in the morning, feeling rested, with Edward breathing behind me, his arms holding me securely across my chest, his body pressed right up against me. We didn't end our night last night until around five in the morning, so I wasn't for sure how I woke up.

We were both naked, so to say that he was 'awake' in some areas would be an understatement. If I so much as pushed backward, we'd be having sex again.

I smiled at that thought and nuzzled against the pillow, recollections of last night and all the new experiences coming back to me. I didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed at all. I felt loved. It took a lot of patience on his behalf, to get me where he took me. We shared our first inhibition last night, and it was remarkable.

Edward pushed his face into the back of my neck and pulled me closer to him, accidently slipping himself between my thighs. I shut my eyes and bit my lip, fighting the urge to push down onto him. He was right there though... And why would I let it go to waste? I couldn't. It would be unethical of me, after all.

Taking a breath, I slowly moved, feeling his tip at my entrance. Just do it, Bella. Don't be a chicken. Think of last night. Finding my determination, I arched my back the slightest bit, and moaned, feeling him enter. I could never have enough of him. Ever.

I felt him smile against my neck, and slowly awaken. Then he mumbled sexily, "Couldn't wait, huh?"

I shook my head, my heart pounding against his hands holding me.

In his half-sleep daze, he moved along with me, me doing willingly most of the work. It didn't matter though. The point was that we were complete again.

After a few moments, his arm beneath my body moved down, and his finger found my spot, and he applied the most delicate pressure there. I called out his name and arched my back, begging silently for more.

"Roll onto your stomach," he whispered raspily, waking up a bit more.

I did as he asked, and he moved on top of me. His legs were straddling mine, while mine was straight. Yet somehow, he was still inside of me, moving along that front wall that created all those wonderful feelings in me last night, thanks to his skilled, musical fingers. We both were quiet but breathing heavily, getting lost in it all over again.

I'd lift and he'd push, he'd pull and I'd move, we'd grind and we'd gasp, and moments later, we were each other's again, him coming a few minutes after me, then after he regained his strength, falling right back over to the side of my body.

"Jesus," he muttered, rolling me over and pulling me flush against him once more.

I smiled, and shut my eyes. We fell back asleep.

*&*#!#$^%$^

The next time I opened my eyes, I was on my back, and Edward was hovering over me, applying open-mouthed kisses to the side of my neck.

I smiled and ran my fingers along his skin, mumbling a question about what he was doing.

"You're like an addiction to me now," he mumbled in explanation against my skin, creating a shiver. "I want more."

I smiled, though I knew that one day, this was going to cost us. Each moment passing, we were growing more dependant on each other. It was going to suck, going back to 'real life' in a couple of days.

Edward moved above me and spread my legs, not bothering to cover us back up with the fresh white sheets, "Do you want more too?"

"Yes," I nodded, my fingertips finding his hips.

He entered me slowly and we both began to rock into one another, creating a steady rhythm. We didn't speak for a long while, just moving in sync and listened to our breathing.

But then when he finally spoke, it sent chills to my very core...

"I think about fucking you," he panted, holding his weight above me while he kissed down my shoulder. "when I'm eating... When I'm in the shower... When I'm shaving... Dreaming... Watching TV... At work... Reading a book... Driving my car... Having drinks when I'm with my buddies... Fucking grocery shopping or pumping gas into my car... I think about fucking you while I'm fucking you. I think about fucking you as soon as we stop... It doesn't matter how tired I am, or anything else... It's never enough."

I gasped and pulled myself up to him, making us both sit up, me in his lap, "I feel the same way about you. I want you all the time."

He moaned, licking my skin in front of him. "No one's ever made me feel the way that you do, Bella," he smiled into the middle of my breasts, moving my hips with his hands, "no one ever makes me feel as wanted and as needed as you do."

"I do need you," I shivered, running my fingers through his hair, meeting him thrust for thrust. "I do want you. It's a never ending cycle."

Edward grunted and pushed me harder onto him, his release getting closer, "Good. Because I have to have you."

I arched my back and moved into him, "I'll always be yours, Edward. Only yours."

And I made sure he knew who I belonged to as I rocked and released once more. Just as he did with me.

This time he fell backward with me above him, muttering how 'unhealthy it was' that we were 'so involved with each other'.

Then he chuckled, and shook his head, contradicting himself. "Like I give a shit. It's never going to stop. I don't want it to."

He knew I agreed with him before I even told him.

*&*#!#$^%$^

"Bella, wake up."

I opened my eyes and then covered them with my hand. The damn sun was bright.

We'd been on the beach all day, since we drug ourselves out of bed. I never got tired of the beach. I don't think he did either.

I moved my head and found Edward laying beside me, "Yes?"

"We need to go eat. Then I'm taking you somewhere."

"Where are we going?"

"To another island. It's more crowded than this one... Lots of entertainment. Tourists. Like an uptown boardwalk of sorts... We'll make a day of it, if you want?"

I smiled and stretched out my limbs, "Okay. Sounds good."

We ate dinner at the restaurant-slash-main building. Edward fed me spinach salad, turkey with gravy, and chocolate cake for desert. The baby in my belly had to have been happy about that. After that, I stayed dressed in my two-piece bikini, blue jean cut-off shorts, and multi-colored tank, while Edward remained in his khaki cargo shorts, white wife-beater, and blue and tan checkered, button-down, open t-shirt... thing. Anyway, he looked like sex walking, and I looked like a hillbilly, but hey... we were happy.

A short boat trip, maybe thirty minutes, and I could hear the people from the crowds screaming and laughing, the amusements, the rides, everything... Being secluded on an island to coming here... it felt like we had mind warped back to a time where people truly existed. It, in a nutshell, was a clusterfuck. But still, a very beautiful, colorful, amazing clusterfuck. With the tiny, rickety roller-coaster, all sorts of bungee-jumping, space shoots, lots of rides on the ground, and many carnival-like attractions... It was awesome... and crowded.

Edward helped me off the boat, and immediately went in 'protective' mode, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his left side. He weaved us off the dock and through the crowds of screaming kids, feisty teen-agers, adults trying to get to the carnival/gambling tents, the scene of ground rides, toward the middle of the event. Then, after re-adjusting his Rayban's, he grinned down to me and asked me what I thought.

"I think..." I bit my lip, watching in amazement as two people were shot in the air in a huge ball, looking bungee thing, "this place has potential."

He grinned, knowing I was underplaying. "All better to entertain you, my dear." He allowed me to hop on his back, and we were off again. We ventured around the shops, picking up little souvenirs to take to some of our friends and families back home.

We rode a few small rides, like the hymalaya and the apples - until the spinning ride became a bit too much for me. After that, I watched in amazement as Edward shot basket after basket, while I barely made two in, and somehow managed to hit myself in the head with one ball. Edward won me a giant dolphin there, as well as a fish that looked like nemo if he were blue, and a brown bear, through his various talents of games, such as shooting pan things, hitting balloons with darts, so on-so forth. I could barely carry all of the prizes.

Then it was ski-ball, darts, and a few other mindless, yet fun, arcade games. Not to mention those yummy elephant ears and funnel cakes.

You could never have enough of those.

Before I knew it, the sun was starting to go down, and I was on his back again. Now, we were heading toward something that looked like a sky-swing. Each step he took, I felt my stomach turn into another knot. I wasn't sure why, exactly. I knew I couldn't ride it being pregnant, and was thankful I had that as an excuse. I was bad enough on planes, with experienced pilots. Sticking me on a stupid velcro thing with two strings, making me swing back and forth down stories, over a crowd of on-lookers did not sound interesting nor appealing, no matter what shape I was in. I'd die or pee my pants, or most likely both, simultaneously.

He sat me down and exhaled, looking up.

"Edward... you are kidding. You are not going on that sky-swing, are you? You could seriously get hurt. It... doesn't look that sturdy."

"No, Bella, I'm not going on the sky-swing."

I blew out a gust of wind I hadn't realized I'd been holding, "That's good. You had me wor-"

He cut me off, "I am, however, going on that."

"What?"

He nudged his head forward, "Look past it."

I stood on my tip-toes, over the onlooking crowd, and found the target of Edward's desire, high in the damn sky, with blinking lights. A man, probably about two hundred and fifty pounds, give or take a few steroids, jumped and screamed like a little baby, with a string wrapped around his ankles. He had to be tumbling down stories, not just feet.

I went into hyperventilation, "Bungee jump! Edward, you're kidding, right? Please tell me that you are kidding me."

"I'm not," he chuckled. "I've always wanted to do it."

"No," I shook my head, tugging him back into me by his shirt, as if he was actually going to jump right now, "no, no, no. I don't like that idea. I didn't sign up for this."

That got him laughing harder, as he twisted and bent down to my level, his hands bracing the sides of my arms, "Bella, you're not signing up for this. I am."

"Yes, you signing up for the jump means I sign up for heart failure or premature labor!"

"Don't be dramatic. It's going to be fine."

"No it isn't, that looks scary as hell! It's almost night time! What if they don't hook it up right?"

"Emmett's done it."

"Emmett is an imbecile!"

"Bella." He looked at me like a disapproving father.

"Edward," I hissed back. "I'm not crazy for not liking this idea! Okay? I'm not. I don't want to raise this baby by myself, and that looks scary as fuck. A man over there on steroids just pissed his pants. And that cord didn't look sturdy at all! Why on earth would you think I'd be up for allowing this?"

He started to speak, but I cut him off.

"Look! It's not even over water! There's a little mat down there. That's not safe at all!"

"B-"

"And that's a little rickety crane, taking you up that fucking high, in the dark, with what? Two, maybe three little men up there who don't have much of a life or family to worry about if they die? You're putting your life in the hands of them? No."

"Bel-"

"No. No, no, no, no."

He exhaled and pulled me into his chest, "Calm down, Bella. Please don't be upset."

I didn't even know I was shaking until he stilled me. How could he be so calm about this?

I grabbed his hand and made him follow me toward the guy on the ground, taking the money for this catastrophe of an occurance, "Excuse me? How many stories up is that?"

He smirked and looked from me to Edward, then back to me again, "It's a hundred and eighty meters, or six hundred feet, or a tenth of a mile, or the equivalent to fifty-two stories high."

I wanted to growl. Or hurl. "And what type of safety precautions do you take to re-assure the wives of the stupid men who attempt this idiotic stunt?"

He chuckled and shook his head, "You've got a firecracker on your hands, eh sport?"

Edward smirked, "Always."

The carnie brought his attention back to me, "Jumper wears a safety harness, elastic rope is calculated and checked daily, as well as the ankle straps. Crane has to be signed for as cleared regulations. Most cranes are built to throw cars around, so no worries about the weight limits. ...And worrisome wives have to hold their breaths and not pass out while said-husbands ENJOY this this idiotic stunt."

Edward jerked me away from the smartass as I shot him death-glances, stupid dumbass man and his remarks.

"Baby... listen. I've always wanted to do this. Always. I want to be able to let go and feel the wind-"

I scoffed, "Not to mention back injuries, dislocations, sprains, rope burn, broken bones, whiplash-"

"And feel the wind, as I was saying, run through my veins... Feel that sense of freedom and then snap back into reality-"

"Or a plunging death while shitting yourself."

He sighed with a frown, rubbing my arms, "...I really want to do this. ...But I won't do it if you ask me not to. You're most important. Not a thrill."

Fuck.

He was giving me that sacrificial look he sometimes does when he wants something but knows I'm against it. Damn him and his pretty eyes all to hell.

"Edward," I groaned. "This is really serious."

"I know. Tell me not to, and I won't. No questions asked. We'll walk away, and go enjoy ourselves somewhere else, and I can be fine with that."

Yeah. Right. I hissed and walked away from him, clutching my forehead, "Just let me think for a moment. Alone."

The next ten minutes was spent with me by the beach, fifteen feet away from him, internally bashing my brains on why I was even considering this, instead of out-right saying NO.

Because you love him.

He could get hurt! Because he's always wanted to do this.

He could seriously be injured. Because he looked like a child at his very first candy store, and you're going to be the evil mother ripping the Snicker's bar out of his hands.

He could fucking DIE! ...Because you love him, Bella. For all he is. Even during his stupid, idiotic, braindead moments like this one.

I growled into my hands and stomped my feet a couple times. I really didn't want this to happen. I really, really, really was against this. But if I said no, he could resent me. If not outspokenly, he'd still be upset internally, and I loathed upsetting Edward just as much as he loathed hurting me.

I had to let him do it.

...Fuck me all to hell.

I cleared my throat and walked over to him, my hands in my pockets, not even attempting to smile. He looked back down to me, no sign of emotion or expectation in his expression. Shit. He was waiting for me to say no. I knew it. He was waiting for me to put my foot down, and be the baby I always was.

"Okay," I whispered, closing my eyes, ignoring my shaking body. "If this is what you really want to do... then okay."

He sighed, "Bella, you don-"

"You have to do it, Edward." I opened my eyes back up and found his dazzling ones, "So... go. Do it."

He tilted his head, making sure I was okay with this. Don't start crying, don't start crying, don't start crying. "Bella, are you sure?"

I pulled up all my strength in my voice, and looked him dead in the eyes, "Yes."

He stepped closer to me, that electric current swarming around, "And... you'll still love me after I do it? You won't be mad?"

Please don't cry, please don't cry. Don't show fear. "I'll always love you, Edward, don't be ridiculous. But you want to do this, so go." Go before I chicken out and have a coronary and beg someone to hand-cuff you to me so you have to stay on the ground.

He pulled me into his chest, hugged me tight, and kissed the top of my head numerous times, "Thank you Bella. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

I chuckled, despite myself, "Yeah, well, remember this moment of excitement when you're pissing your pants and humiliating yourself on the way down."

He cradled my face and kissed my lips a thousand times, talking between each set of kisses, "I love you... so much... you're the best wife... I could ever fucking have... and I swear... I'm going to make it up to you... I promise. Thank you so, so much... I just really... thank you... I fucking love you, Bella."

I pushed him away, toward the smartass carnie guy, "Go! Now."

"Thank you," he said on repeat, fulfillment in his eyes, as he walked backward, until his voice became muffled into the growing crowd. I bit my fingernails, watching him pay the man, then get escorted into the small building to sign papers.

And for some reason, overly-dramatic as it sounds, sad songs about letting someone be free started playing in my mind, and I finally let my damn tears fall, while the panic set in.

If something happens to him, you're dead too Bella.

Yeah. No shit.

EdwardPOV

After handing over my valuables from my pockets, getting weighted and measured, and signing my life away, they strapped me in a harness and sent me on my way.

I took a deep breath as I mounted the crane, a few of the workers behind me. All men but one woman aboard. Blonde hair. Tall. She was close to my age, I guessed. She had to be. Why on earth she'd choose a job like this was beyond me. All the women I knew, Bella included, felt safer with jobs on the ground, or at least inside something with a floor and a ceiling.

She caught me looking at her briefly and smiled. I smiled back and then looked toward the scenery as the crain lifted up. While we were climbing, the crew lectured me on the procedures of what was about to happen, if anything was to fail, about how when they tell me to jump, to actually do it, or I may chicken out, so on and so forth. About fifteen stories up, the girl approached me, while they examined and then re-examined all the equipment. She was not even worried about hanging onto a rail, "What is your name?"

"Edward."

"Well, Edward, is this your first time?"

"Yes."

"Okay. It's going to be fun. Let me give you a few pointers... If you have any gum, spit it out. If you don't want people to see your middle, tuck in your shirt... After you jump, you'll hang for a few moments while we lower you down onto the mat..." She kept giving me helpful hints, and was very kind about it, but there became a certain point where my eyes focused on the spot that was my wife, my future.

I could barely make her out as we moved higher, but I knew she was probably biting her nails and freaking out. It was wrong of me to ask her to witness this. I knew it was. But if I didn't, and went off and did this alone, then she'd be upset with me for not telling her anyway, and then I knew she'd want to see it because she'd freak out if she didn't ... thought she'd freak out if she did - like she is now.

It was something I felt I needed to do. I'm a guy. It's what we do. We test our limits, for no fucking reason, other than to do it and then brag about it later.

With each foot we climbed, the heartbeat grew louder in my ears, until the wind and everything around me was blocked out. I watched as the man kneeling before wrapped comfort straps, padding, and elastic bands around my ankles and tugged on ropes. They strapped the cam-helmet to me. I noticed how the the pier below me was shrinking and fading fast, and the only lights close were the blinking lights attached to the crane behind and beneath me.

Around the fortieth story up, my nerves set in a little. The wind hit the crane and we shook around, and I fought to not grab the bars. Not because I didn't want to look masculine or any of that dumb shit. This was an internal thing. If I was going to do it, I was going to do it with my balls hanging out.

When we finally got to the top, all the people below me looked like nothing but splotches of black and gray beneath the lights and setting sun. I spun around, and looked at all the workers while they gave me the last bit of pointers. I wasn't sure I was breathing, but I wasn't sure I wasn't either.

I was eerily calm. And I couldn't remember the last time it felt like everything in the entire universe was sitting still.

They asked me to walk out on the plank when I was ready, and I took a second to have for myself. The noises of the crane, the wind, everything came back into focus. The blonde smiled as the guy beside me helped me walk out on the ledge, hooked the final part to me up, and stepped back, "So, new jumper named Edward... what is the thought in your mind this very second?"

I blinked and looked them in the eye, ignoring the strong wind on my back from the half-light, half-night sky surrounding me, "Besides my entire universe and everything that matters to me, sheltered inside one body with two of the most perfect souls in it? Which is my wife and baby on the way?"

"Yes," the girl beamed.

I smirked and rounded my shoulders, building my confidence back up, trying to block out the worried thoughts from my wife that seemed to be bouncing in my brain, "'Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless when facing them...' It's a quote, from Rabindranath Tagore."

I twisted around and stood on the yellow tape marking the end of the ledge. I chose a back-dive approach for this jump. I wasn't sure why, but it was the way I'd always envisioned falling. I blew out a gust of wind and looked down through the grate metal at my feet, toward the ground fifty-two stories below me. I couldn't feel my heart pounding anymore. I'm sure my adrenaline was going like crazy, but I felt nothing at all. Just the emptiness of freedom.

She seemed charmed while the guy beside me lifted my arms out to my sides, walked back into the crane, and left me by myself.

"So... be fearless then," he said. "Jump." For some reason, I didn't think he thought I could do it. It felt like a dare. And I never back out. Ever.

"On the count of three," the guys shouted in unison. "One! ... Two! ... "

They didn't get to three before I opened my eyes wide and leaped backward. All at once, a million things happened, both in slow-motion, and exhilaratingly fast. The first thought out of my mind was, is the cord even attached? Because when you're jumping into nothingness, you don't feel that shit, just the air beneath your body, both lifting you up and pulling you down simultaneously. And hard.

My body turned from laying horizontal to vertical in a matter of seconds, and I watched the lights from the pier surrounding me, then sky, then pier again. Back and forth, back and forth. Felt the wind run through my veins, just as I had imagined. Felt the enlightenment of what fearless and freedom were all about, if just for a few moments.

This was living.

I noticed the people edging closer, and I sort-of felt like those characters in the video game of The Matrix, where they jumped and froze in mid-air. It felt like the ground was never coming near me, but coming down too fast at the same time. As I got closer to the mat, I heard people screaming in excitement below me.

Then my brain snapped into focus of what was happening, and I saw the mat tumbling toward my face, faster and and faster, it was closer and closer, and I couldn't see pavement and people anymore, just the stupid white mat below me, and then... it was calm for a second.

And then I was snapped back into the air, and the whole thing started over again, except not so fast or high, and this time, I knew the cord was attached.

Once it finally settled down and I was hanging above the crowd, I took a moment to let all the adrenaline wash out of me. My body was shaking, my lips were quivering. I felt like I had the best high of my entire life in those few seconds. They lowered me slowly onto the mat and I left my legs up, so they could un-do me. Then a doctor on-sight asked me a few questions to make sure my senses were in order and I was okay.

It took a brief second to get my sea-legs back, and I felt a little sting from the grippers, but that was it. Harmless.

I started walking back, smiling at the applause of the crowd and few comments about how brave or stupid I was. I felt like a King.

Bella came rushing into my arms as soon as the gate at the end was open. All of her relief and smells and rejoice came crashing into my body, probably a little harder than she wanted, but it was okay, because I could reassure her with the strongest hug imaginable that I was okay.

She held me tighter, refusing to let me put her down, while I walked outside the gate. "You scared me," she whispered, her body shaking like a leaf. "I'm so proud of you, but you scared the shit out of me. Are you okay? Did you get hurt, are you-"

"I'm fine, Angel," I kissed the side of her face. "Everything's okay now. I'm here."

"I just love you so much," she kissed me once. "So fucking much Edward," another kiss. "And I don't ever want you to let me hold you back," a longer kiss. "But that was really fucking scary for me, so please don't make me ever let you do that again!"

I sat her to the ground and framed her face in my hands, "...I love you so much." Bent lower and lifted her tank-tops, so I could kiss her stomach, "and you too." Looked back up at her, "Thank you baby."

She brushed her fingers through my now-tangled hair while the people handed me my valuables back, "You're welcome."

*&*#!#$^%$^

Every time I closed my eyes, I could see myself falling all over again. Ahhh the crazy things you do when you're on vacation.

After about another hour hanging out at the pier, once my adrenaline finally dwindled down, Bella and I made our way back to the boat.

We'd arrived back at the villa around nine, and I told her to dress in something nice for dinner. She looked at me like I had grown a fungus at first, then made her way into the bathroom. She had no idea I had something up my sleeve. She should really learn by now.

I made a few phone calls, showered alongside her, then dressed in some dark denim jeans, a white collared shirt, loose tie, and a black blazer jacket.

Twenty minutes later, Bella came walking out with her long hair pulled back elegantly, twisted and resting on her right shoulder. She wore minimal eye-shadow but lots of mascara and plump lips. Silver, strappy, open toe heels. Her body looked elegant in the red dress she chose. It was spaghetti-strapped, had a V-dip around her bust, with jewels beneath the breast cups, then the rest flowing freely toward her knees.

I grinned at her and handed her a rose I found outside, before kissing her cheek, "Elegant as always."

She tucked her arm in mine and I led her outside. Immediately once we started heading in the opposite direction as we normally went, the questions began, "Edward? Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise."

"Ugh. You always do this."

"Welcome to a life with me, babygirl."

"One of these days, I'm going to surprise you."

I smirked, "I'm sure you will."

Bella's eyes widened once we arrived to the big boulders, reaching out into a piece of the sea. The front desk was willing to go all out for me, thanks to my Grandfather's credit card that's charged there.

They cleared a couple of the boulders, and placed a red linen table with two chairs by candlelight. Eight lanterns surrounded us in a circle, as well as a few resting on the sand around us, and up on a few of the other rocks. The water appeared to be blue in the moonlight, and had steam rolling off of it, coming up toward the rocks.

And the best part? Van Morrison and Joe Cocker lent out their voices in surround-sound, as well as Hendrix, Vaughan, and a few others we listened to last night. Currently the Morrison remake of, "Have I Told You Lately?"

Bella's hands met her mouth and she looked quickly from the scene, back to me, back to the scene, then to me again. "Edward," she voiced, muffled into her palms. "It's amazing."

I led her down the cleared pathway and pulled her chair out, before taking my own seat.

Her face glowed in the moonlight, and she beamed gushy smiles at me as she reached for my hand over the table, "You... are... I can't think of a word to describe you. I don't know how you keep doing this."

I laughed, pouring us some sparkling cider, "Just say thank you, and we'll call it a trade."

She shook her head, still smiling, "Thank you baby."

That caught my attention. That damn nickname. I smirked and caressed her hand with my thumb, "You're very welcome."

They prepared an excellent meal of house salads, coconut shrimp, New York strips, fresh butter rolls... cobblers and cake for dessert. We ate in a casual conversation, me explaining the rush of the jump for the eighteenth time, us discussing more baby and house plans. Laughing over stupid silly moments in between.

After we were finished, I took her up to the highest rock, and with some careful maneuvering, slow danced with her, allowing the ocean mist to spray us lightly on occasion. Bella held onto me tight and pressed her face into me, while I caressed her back and kissed her face.

We didn't speak. We didn't need to.

With each sway of our bodies, I was sent into another frenzy of emotional love.

I could never wash out the passion and praise that I hold for her.

I would never willingly fight this internal melt of my body in the middle of an aching burn.

I'd always long for her, even while I held her.

She was mine and mine alone, and I would happily consume and drown in all the tiny particles that made my angel up.

Because every second gone by was another reason to be thankful.

And every single day was another recollection and justification of a time and a place where I had lived and loved hard for someone with a purpose bigger than this entire world.

And looking back at moments like this, when it's just her and I above the sea, slow dancing and not caring about anything but each other... I'd go through all the pains and struggles again. Tenfold.

As long as it all eventually brought me back here once again. With her.

Because she was what I admired and what I aspired to be like someday, if ever possible. She was my Bella.

And I would never be able to stop loving her.

And I have never wanted to try.

No matter what.

BellaPOV

I laid on my back and pulled Edward above me, moving his blazer jacket off of his shoulders.

We weren't in a hurry. We had no where else to be.

Edward kissed along my neck and shoulder gently, his warm lips creating trails of goose bumps where they moved. He moved away slowly and smiled down to me, and all the bursts of passion I felt in our relationship came crashing over me, once again. He was perfect. And I was overwhelmed with love for him.

"Close your eyes." He whispered.

I did as he asked, and he moved away from me.

"Where are you going?" I asked softly.

No answer.

I sighed and bit my lip.

"Sit up, my love, and keep your eyes closed please."

Again, I did as he asked.

I felt something wrap around my head. Silk, maybe? Wait... "Edward, are you blindfolding me?"

A chuckle, "Yes... Open your eyes. Can you see me?"

"No."

Movement around me, "Now?"

"No."

"...Good."

I reached out to him while he moved around the mattress again, and found him a couple feet away, on his knees. I wanted to ask him what the plan was, but then I felt the silk ends of something wrapped around his eyes, and it all started to make sense.

He was fulfilling my fantasy.

I shuddered at the thought, and inched closer to him, "Can you see me?"

"No," he whispered, his hands working to find my hips.

I smiled, attempting to climb in his lap without kneeing him in the crotch, "we could get injured doing this."

"I know," he helped me sit in his lap and wrap my legs around his waist, "is it worth it?"

"Yes. With you, my answer is always yes..." I found myself whispering the last part, "...it's always worth it with you, Edward."

I felt his hands cradle my face, his sweet breath against my mouth. Then he whispered, "Usted es mi vida. Por lo tanto vivo para satisfacerle..."

Biting my lip, I sighed heavily and kissed his lips. During both our sophomore and junior years of high school, we both took Spanish. I knew exactly what that meant. Usted es mi vida. Por lo tanto vivo para satisfacerle : You are my life. Therefore, I live to make you satisfied.

I smelled him in every breath I took in. Tasted him on my lips. Yearned for him. All my senses were intensified. Powerful. Filling. His tongue crept into my mouth and I drew it in easily, moaning at the sensation. It amazed me, how being unable to see and knowing he was to brought us to a new level of sexual desire. It was better than my fantasy, all ready. And we'd only just begun.

Edward's hands caressed my legs, all the way up to my dress. I felt his fingertips inching, grasping the fabric in his hands while he pushed it up. I ground into him forcefully, feeling him quickly come to life. He growled in my mouth, sending a jumble of quivers up my spine. I struggled to work on the buttons of his shirt. There seemed to be double the buttons, but this was only because I couldn't see the damn things. A couple of times I thought I had it, but then I'd try to open it, and we'd get caught.

"Just rip it," he sighed into my neck, forcing me with his hands to push into him again.

I bit my lip and did as he asked, listening to the buttons fly everywhere. Each one of them hitting a window or the hard wood floors or the covers around us.

And it was like a buzzer went off. Because he just lept forward and I moved forward and we crashed into each other's lips, thankful not to bust any noses. He fell on top of me, and I realized we were at the end of the bed, and he was about to fall off. But he didn't seem to mind as he pushed into me with vigor, giving me the pleasure of friction I wanted.

"Bella," he panted as I licked down his neck and fisted his hair in handfuls, "where did you get this dress?"

"I've had it for a couple years."

"So it's not new?"

"No..-"

I listened as his hands tore open the fabric, from my knees all the way up. I'd only worn the dress once, and my mom paid a lot for it, but I wasn't going to argue about it now. This was too damn important. It took a couple times before the bust was shredded too, and then it was pushed off of my shoulders as he brought me back up to his lap.

We weren't going slow anymore.

My hands found his boxers the same time his found my thong, and I was pushing it down while he was ripping that off of me, and then we were right back at each other's mouths again, nibbling and biting and sucking the entire way. His strong hand was on the back of my neck, pushing me into his mouth with every twist and turn of our faces. It couldn't get any hotter than this.

He lifted my hips and moved me lower, to where my legs were hanging off the bed and he was leaning over me, standing. His hands were all over my body, on my breasts, my ribs, my neck, my sides, my stomach, my back, my shoulders... caressing and kneading and massaging and teasing.

I ran my fingers down the molds of his iron chest, memorizing the feeling on the pads of my fingers. He'd always felt good. But again, all of this was intensified in the moment. I grabbed his wrist and moved it lower, to the point I craved the most attention. A groan escaped his lips through his heavy breathing, and he began to play with me, teasing but not entering.

"Edward please," I cried, my hands all over him in the most passionate way. His hands found my hips once more, and he was moving. My hands slipped to his shoulders and my arms lowered, meaning he was lowering, but where was he...

All thoughts vanished when he opened my legs and started to kiss along my left inner-thigh. My fingers moved into his hair and I encouraged him to move closer, to get his mouth closer. I wasn't shy anymore. Not since yesterday. And it was never going to stop.

"What do you want, Bella?" his hot breath touched my core, and I shivered, throwing my head back.

"This," I said, pushing the back of his head closer to me.

He fought against me, and I could hear him smiling, "say it. Please love?"

I bit my lip, caressing his jaw and mouth with my fingers, imaging him looking up at me while I'm looking down at him. How beautiful his eyes were. How perfect those lips felt...

I would be fearless. I promised myself and him. And I wanted to be. So I whispered, "Edward... Taste me."

He grinned against my fingers and kissed them once, before pushing himself closer to me. As soon as his lips found my ache, a moan escaped me, and I could swear I saw stars beneath this silk black scarf. I felt him opening me up with his tongue, his lips kissing against mine. He was doing it slow and romantic and teasingly, creating more of a burn for him as time went by.

I arched my back and tugged his hair, half-wishing I could watch him, and half-thankful I didn't have to. Nor did he have to see me. Because then I didn't have to worry about a damn thing other than how magical this man was with his mouth and how thankful I was that he loved to do this as much as I loved having him do this.

He should write a book to men about how to do this the way he does it. I don't need other experiences by other men to know it'd be a best seller.

Edward hummed into me, and I gasped, while his tongue worked from the bottom all the way up, pointed and swirled the top, the flattened as it headed back down. Fast then slow, then light as a feather, then strong and consuming, then back and around and over again... I didn't bother to stifle my cries of pleasure while he was doing this. I knew how much he wanted me speaking, and he was getting it tonight. I made sure to tell him how good he felt, how sexy he was, how much I loved him... all within the times I could breathe and actually muster to think of physical words of course.. and then when his tongue entered, I couldn't speak anymore... but I'm sure he caught the gyst of how he was making me feel by all the noises he was causing from me.

I think at one point, I even told him he was a God. Out loud.

Oh well. It was true.

He had me rolling and thrashing all over this bed, my body tingling, my stomach tightening, my senses aroused... I listened to his mouth on me, listened to my breathing and his breathing and our grunts and moans and humming vibrations... Heard the mattress moving and the wind outside and the ocean in the background...

My soul was on fire in all the best ways.

"Edward," I panted, reaching out for him though he couldn't see I was doing so, "I need you. In me. Now."

He didn't bother to object and I felt him moving, his hands gliding up my body, "I need you too."

After a few missed calculations, my hand found his hardened form and I helped him guide himself to me, and pushed him inside. He went easily and groaned, lifting my hips up with his hands to meet his thrust. I threw my legs and arms around him simultaneously, and then I was up and off of the bed, and we were standing.

It probably wasn't the best idea to attempt to walk around at a time like this, but when you're making love blindfolded and caught up in lust and desire, you don't think about that shit.

But then we were on the bed again, except somehow turned around, me in his lap, him sitting with his legs hanging off. I pushed and lifted myself against him, and his mouth found my breasts and his fingers moved in my hair, and we were panting and swearing and loving every damn second of this.

"So good," he mumbled into my shoulder.

I smiled and licked my taste off of his lips, before plunging into his mouth. He groaned and fell onto the mattress, and I went with him, not parting for air. Who needed oxygen anyway? Not me. Not when I had him to keep me living.

His hands helped me grind and buck onto him, pushing him as deep as he could go. I wanted more. That's all I thought about.

I needed him to keep fulfilling me.

I wanted to tell him to never stop doing it. I had to. "Don't stop," I cried while his hands teased my breasts. He cursed beneath his breath and thrust up into me, creating another cry from my lips. I pulled his hair, and then we were moving again, rolling to where he was on top. We almost fell off of the bed, but he quickly caught onto it, and steadied us right.

I was about to scream when he dislocated us. I was so close.

"Turn over. On your knees. Now."

"Fuck," I shivered, loving that commanding side of him. He crawled up behind me, until I was pressed into the headboard, my fingers grasping the edge.

"I'm going to fuck you, Bella. Hard and fast. I want you to feel it with your senses to the point to where you won't need your eyes. Say the safeword if it hurts, o-"

"Fuck the safeword," I gasped, pushing my ass into him. "I want you to. Fuck me, Edward."

"Jesus, where did you come from," he mumbled, pushing my legs apart, then sliding his form inside.

He didn't even push himself all the way in with his hands, instead opting to grab my hips and jerk me back against him. My eyes about bugged out of my head, as he obliterated every damn comprehension in my vocabulary. Over and over again, he pushed into me and slammed me back, relentlessly. I was screaming and moaning, bending over, resting my head against the headboard (bad idea if you don't want a headache), crying out his name on repeat. I listened as our skin slapped and our bodies guided. Listened to his breathing. Felt his heartbeat in my back.

"Hold on tight, Bella," he gasped, his hands over my hands, tightening my grip on the headboard.

I didn't even get to cuss, before my lower body was lifted off of the bed, and he managed to somehow hold me, thrust hard, and hit every single spot imaginable inside of me.

"EDWARD!" I yelled, grasping for anything and everything my fingers touched.

One arm came around my chest, the other hand still on my hips, and he forced me to arch my back, hitting my g-spot dead on... That wonderful spot he made alive with his fingers last night... That wonderful place I didn't believe existed except for on the pages of Cosmo magazine... And there he was, caressing it with each thrust.

His right hand found my hair and he pushed it hastily off of my shoulder, before tilting my head and pressing his lips to my neck. I listened to him breathe out of his nose as he slammed into me. "Fucking... Christ... Bella," he grunted, as I began to clench my muscles around him. "I love the way you feel, every damn time... but when you do that shit... Unnnghhh, shit."

"Edward please don't stop," I said, pushing myself down to him, as hard as I could.

He buckled over but quickly straightened and supported us, cursing harder.

"Touch yourself," he groaned, bending me back over the headboard. "Do it. Now."

Trusting he wasn't going to let me go, my left hand found my breast, my right dipped between my legs. For a second, my fingers found his form, ramming into me, the wetness there. He moaned when I briefly touched us, then buried his face into my back.

My fingers found my clit, and I moaned, as soon as I started feeling that familiar bubble from last night creep back up... That tingle in my bladder, though I know it was an orgasm and nothing else... He was going to fucking make me do that shit again... That powerful orgasm was coming. While he was inside of me.

"Oh my God," I cried, meeting his thrusts with pushes.

"Harder, Bella. Rub it harder. Like I would."

I gasped, doing as he instructed. Pushing. Rolling. Hard. Repeat.

The sensations...

The sensations were flaming higher than ever. The sounds of us panting and moaning, calling out each other's names. The smells of him and sweat and arousal. The taste of his kiss on my lips and sex in the air. The feeling of our bodies colliding and connecting from the inside out, the pulsing of his tip inside of me, the throbbing of my tightened walls...

He pulled my ass toward him, forcing me to arch my back, and all it took was one thrust against that magic place, and all sense of reality vanished.

I'm not sure if I screamed. I'm not sure if I cursed. I'm not sure if I moaned. The next thing I knew, I was on my elbows, and he was holding onto my hips, and I was coming, and the world was perfect. I felt him explode into me and push deeper, forcing my walls to take him in while we came together. I couldn't hear him say anything, and wasn't sure if he even spoke at all.

All my other senses failed, but the feeling was heightened. But I felt him inside of me and that was enough.

...Edward cradled me in his arms and moved us around the bed, to a comfortable laying position. He brushed my hair off of my neck and applied a few kisses to my shoulder.

But the sweetest part of that night was when he hummed me to sleep while he kept me feeling safe.

With the vibrations of his throat against my shoulder, the brush of his thumbs against my bare stomach, and the sigh from him as he rested for the night...

'Into The Mystic' never sounded better.

EdwardPOV

It was our last day. The last set of hours before we had to take that exhausting flight and re-join our busy lives in Seattle.

The last moments before the reign of responsibilities, bills, jobs, plans, moving, and everything else settled back in to being our main priority.

And as much as I love my friends and family, I was not looking forward to stepping off of that plane.

The more I thought about it, the more I hated it.

I spent my morning holding Bella as tight as possible, refusing to let her go. I felt as if I did, the rest of the world would suck her up away from me, and I wouldn't be able to fight against it. I listened as the clock in the kitchen echoed through the house, ticking slowly but surely, over and over again, wiping more seconds away from us.

As horrible as this sound, I imagined this day to be in comparison to a person's last day before their death. Knowing each second brought them closer to the unknown.

I didn't want to be in the unknown with Bella anymore. I wanted to stay here, keep her safe with me, shelter her from the world of disappointments and hardships. I wanted to close my eyes, create some magic power, and freeze time in order to protect her for as long as utterly possible. I wished we could vanish off of the edge together, and raise this baby in a world without commitments, busy street corners, and disappointing realities.

...But I couldn't.

And that thought made me feel miserable.

But I didn't want to talk to her about it and spoil today... At least we have today, right? I should be thankful.

Bella woke up shortly after my mental break-down, and after we brushed our teeth together and googly-eyed each other, she suggested shower sex. Like she didn't know my response... As if I would ever turn down shower sex.

She pulled me into her arms, and before I even got under the large shower head hanging directly above us, she twisted us around and pushed me up against the wall. She was really starting to get a hang on this whole control thing, and I was more than happy to let her.

We once again fell into an easy motion of panting and gripping, moaning and thrusting, kissing and licking, sucking and petting, and everything else in between that made the two of us blend so easily. It wasn't a routine, no, this was much better than that. It was like breathing. Necessary but easy.

Bella made me some breakfast, but I had to almost force her to eat. Apparently, this baby is going to remind us it's still around, no matter how blissed out we were. She was complaining a bit about a headache, so we took it easy for a few hours, relaxing on the couch and cuddling, with the glass doors opening, watching the ocean surf. There wouldn't be many times back in Seattle that we'd be able to just lay together, so we took the opportunity with strive, and embraced it.

After that, when she finally felt better, she met me inside with a new bikini, baby blue and fitting. I looked down to my white boardshorts, trying to figure out why the hell she was smiling so eagerly.

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

She giggled, "Those are going to be hot when you wet."

That's all the motivation I needed, before I swept her up in my arms sideways, and carried her outside to the deck. She started screaming and flailing, but she didn't get two actual words out of her mouth before I jumped in the deep end of the infinity pool with her.

She did, however, mean to push me away from her, before kicking me while she swam to the top.

I about choked on water because I was laughing before I reached the top. She tried to swim away from me, calling me every name under the sun, but I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her back into my chest. "Bella," I laughed, kissing her shoulder, "you should have seen your face under the water. You looked like a bubble fish."

"SHUT UP!"

"I'm serious... Your cheeks were all puffy and your mouth was puckered and your eyes wide like you saw a ghost."

"Edward. Comments like this makes me never want to have sex with you again."

"Baby," I laughed, spinning her around and moving us to the nearest wall, "you know you want to have sex with me right now."

"Nope. We had sex a few hours ago. I'm over it."

"You're over sex?"

"Yes." She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Mmmhmm."

"I am. You're old news."

I laughed, dipping the back of my head in the water, "sure I am."

"You are. I'm moving on. To my vibrator."

"I'll be your vibrator."

"The vibrator works faster than you do."

"You weren't complaining the night before last when you were coming all over my fingers."

She pushed me away from her, but I just swam right back, "You're such a cocky ass. Dickward."

"Why in the fuck does everyone put these little names in front of the last four letters of my first name?"

"Because we do! And you are a Dickward. And an Assward. And a..." She became flustered, before shouting, "...Cockward."

I laughed again and gave her that favorite grin of hers, "You love my cock."

"Shut the hell up and leave me be."

"Nope," I shook my head. "I'm here to annoy you."

"Well you do it well." Damn, she was feisty.

"Bella, you're turning me on right now."

She laughed then straightened up and tried to still look pissed, "Of course. You're a horn-dog."

"I am not," I laughed. "I'm a twenty-some year old guy, in my sexual prime, with a fine-ass wife that I have four years of lost time and sex to make up to."

"That doesn't make you any less of a horn-dog."

I gave her a wink and an arrogant smirk, "You love it."

"Mmhmm."

"You loved it last night when you were begging me to fuck you."

"I was delusional."

I moved closer, pinning her up tight against the wall, and pressed myself into her center, my mouth a second away from hers. Then I whispered against her lips, "I can make you delusional again if you'd like." She sighed and kissed my lips, caving into me. I smiled into her lips then ran my fingers through her hair. When we pulled away, I stroked her cheek, "See? You can't stay mad at me."

"It's really pissing me off that I can't because that might make you think you could get away with murder."

I shook my head, my mouth still against hers, "I won't murder you."

She giggled, and swept her tongue in my mouth. I sucked it in and gripped her ass, listening to her sigh. Shit like that. Simple shit like that just turned me on more. A few seconds later, she broke our kiss and pulled her face back to look at me, "You are... quite happy to see me today, aren't you?"

I smirked and pressed into her again, making her assumption that much easier to feel, "It's our last day."

An instant frown crossed her lips, and she rested her head against the ridge of the wall, "Don't remind me."

"It's going to be okay," I whispered, rubbing her sides. It sucked, seeing her sad. I hated it.

"So you say."

"It will be."

She exhaled, her chest rising against me, "I don't want to go back. I don't want to work. I don't want to be separated from you."

"We're married. We won't ever be separated again."

"We will when we have to work and stuff."

"I know," I frowned, "But we can sleep together every night. We never have to be alone."

"You work double and triple shifts at times, Edward. Some weeks, it takes you three days before you get home."

"I'll try to talk to Aubrey about it," I said softly. "See if I can't come up with something."

"She won't adjust your schedule. You're still-"

"She likes me, Bella. I get away with murder at that job. I'll talk to her."

She looked at me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, "She better not like you enough to make me want to knock her fucking head off."

"Hey," I pulled her roughly to me, "none of that. You know better."

"I know," she exhaled. "I just hate that she gets more time with you than I do sometimes."

"I feel the same way about Ryan."

"And Aimee."

"And Ryan."

She laughed and shook her head, "Two to one."

"Still. Ryan is enough trouble for both the girls at my job. And I don't have a past with Aubrey and you know it."

"Ryan is not trouble. I love him. He's a good buddy."

"Bella, a word of the wise: Do not tell your brand new husband that you love your male co-worker, whom at which said-husband cannot fucking stand and want to stab out his eyes with my pen every time I notice him gawking at you or calling late at night."

"It's for work when he calls!"

"Still."

"Aimee pages you."

"So does Bree and Aubrey and my male coworkers and a few other people, and it's not a conversation, and it's not a two hour phone conversation!"

She sighed and shook her head, "I don't want to fight."

"We're not fighting," I kissed her chin. "I'm just letting you know where I stand."

"Same here."

"Okay," I exhaled, letting it go. "Can we make out now?"

She laughed and caved in, pulling me into her and kissing me. And all that damn hostility and drama faded away into the wind, and all I felt was her body wrapped around me. We spent a good while making out and wading in the water.

After that, we bathed in the sun, making sure everyone back home would be jealous of our tans when we got back.

"Hey, Edward?"

"Mmm?"

"I was thinking about the nursery..."

"Mmhmm..."

"And, I was thinking... what about a jungle theme? Or maybe baby-blue, with little white lambs? Both could be suitable for a boy or a girl..."

I smiled and turned my head, finding Bella laying on her back beside me, "That sounds good."

"Do you really think that?"

"Yes."

She bit her lip, "Now if we can just get that damn house loan."

I nodded and turned back toward the sun, "We'll get it. One way, or another, we'll get it babe."

"I don't know," she sighed. "We still have my student loans to pay off, my house to sell... We have to figure out what to do with your condo if Alice decides to move out. We have to figure out the vehicle situation, plus come up with all of the deposits. Have to have a walk-through to make sure everything is working right-"

"Bella," I reached to my right, stroking her oiled arm, "Don't worry. Let me take care of all of that."

"We're in this together, Edward."

"You're right, we are. But you're carrying the baby, and since I cannot do that, and you cannot handle too much stress, will you please let me handle this?"

She sighed, "You know I won't be able to sit back."

"Try."

"Edward."

"Bella."

She exhaled, "Why do you have to be so damn difficult?"

"Why do you have to be so proud?" I replied. "I know you're independent Bella. I know you had your own job and your own house and all of this other stuff before I came back into your life... but it is the man's job to provide for his family, and that is what I am going to do. Call me old-fashioned if you want. But I was raised this way but a line of families who've had no trouble with this lifestyle, and I'd like to continue along in that stream of things."

"So I am supposed to be the house-wife all the time? Cooking, cleaning, laundry, raising babies..."

"I never said you had to quit your job."

"Yes you did. In the cafe."

"No, I said you should lower your hours after the baby comes Which I still think you should. My mom raised me, and didn't quit her job. It can work, Bella. We don't have to fight this system of things. It works for a reason."

"I just don't want to feel useless."

I cocked my head toward her and pulled on her arm so she'd look at me, "Bella, listen. You're never useless or insignificant. I just want you to be happy and healthy. This is a lot of stress for anyone, being a new mom and working and all of the rest we have on our plate. I want things as easy for you as possible. I don't want to upset you. I want to keep you safe."

She smiled and rubbed my hand, "I know you do. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just tell me you love me."

"I love you Edward."

I grinned, "I believe that."

BellaPOV

It was our last day.

That's all I could think about, and with every minute, I fell into a deeper depression.

Edward did his best to cheer me up, but I knew he knew I was upset about going back. We went diving again in the ocean. We took the boat toward these rocks that looked like caves, where Edward proceeded to dive off and show me his stunt work. Then we swam in the ocean there, until I felt something brush against my leg, convinced myself it was a shark, and begged him to take me to dry land.

We rocked in the hammock again, eating sandwiches and nuzzling while he sipped on a Corona.

Before I knew it, it was dark again.

We were in the bedroom, me laying on my stomach, Edward gathering things together.

I didn't want to pack. Packing was one step closer to leaving.

I didn't want to be sad... we still had time left.

I didn't know what to do.

Plus it was raining outside. Again. Pitch black, thunder, lightning...

"Hey Bella."

I turned, to find Edward kneeling beside me, holding a video camera.

"I found it in my suitcase. Apparently, Emmett packed it for me."

"It's nice."

He smirked and shook his head, "It's better than nice."

"Why's that?"

He grinned and stood, before stalking over to me like a lion, "roll over."

I did as he asked, puzzled expression in tow, "What are yo-"

He hovered over me, the thing pointed down on me, "Let's make a video."

"It's our last day! We missed everything. We should have found it earlier."

He laughed and shook his head, and his eyes were full of mischief, "No, Bella... Let's make a good video."

Immediately it all clicked together, "Are you kidding me?"

"Nope."

"Edward-"

"Come on Bella. Please? Oh, it'd be so fucking hot. I could watch it when you weren't home, and... Baby, please?" He pouted his lip, those damn green eyes sparkling.

"Are you serious?"

He gave me a nod.

I stared at the red light showing that it was recording. Could I really do this?

I looked back to him and all of his excitement. There was no way I could turn him down.

"Okay."

"YES!" he shouted, looking happier than ever.

"On one condition!"

"What? What, name it, anything."

I laughed, "Before we get too carried away, we work on your control."

He froze.

I beamed up at him, "You said anything. And you promised."

A shiver went through him, "Uhhh... all right." His voice was so low. He looked scared.

"Trust me, Edward. It will be good for you. And you can always use the safeword if you get too bothered."

He cleared his throat and looked me up and down, "What do I have to do?"

"Do you see that chair behind you?"

He turned, "...Yes."

"Go sit in it."

He looked back at me for a moment, confusion in his brows.

"Please," I bat my lashes at him.

He sighed and climbed off of the bed, heading toward the chair.

"Oh, and Edward? Put the camera over there, on the shelf. You can't hold it. Make sure it's hitting us both."

He looked even more confused as he did what I instructed, before plopping down in the chair in front of me.

I climbed out of the bed, and went over to my suitcase, carrying the cd my sister made for me, writing on top of it stating 'Music to get him to blow his load'.

Ahh, my sister did have a way with the words.

Giggling, I moved over to the radio and put it in, making sure the volume was turned up. Then I stood in front of him, and rounded my shoulders.

Okay, Bella. Pep-talk time. Just like in the cabin, when you danced for him. Except this time, you're going to actually strip.

Exhaling, I bit my lip and studied his eyes in the dim, glowing lights, "I have but a few rules for you."

"...Okay."

"You do not touch me until I say. You can make noise, move around, anything else. But don't touch."

He nodded, "All right."

I looked to my right, to make sure the red dot was there. Then I turned back to him, while 'Red Light Special' by TLC came on. Keeping our eyes locked, I started swaying my hips to the beat, more wide with each step. His eyes trailed down my skin, and I spun around slowly, making sure he could see my ass beneath my tight jeans I was now wearing.

"Damn, you look good Bella," he said softly.

I smiled and rose my arms up over my head, before circling in a drop to the floor, then back up again. I looked over my shoulder, to notice him leaning back in the chair, one knee bent, one leg straight, his hand beneath his chin, elbow on the arm rest. Lips parted, eyes lusting over and turning coal-like.

I kept swaying as I pulled the tank-top over my head, forcing my hair to fall down my shoulders. I spun it around my finger, before tossing it toward his feet.

He bent forward and picked it up, before nestling back in his spot, shirt clutched in his hands.

I walked toward him slowly and made sure to give a good show as I pressed my legs against his, spreading his wider.

He smirked, allowing me to stand in the center.

Baby it's yours, if you want it tonight... I'll give you the red... light... special... all through the night. Baby it's yours, if you want it tonight... Just come through my door, take off my clothes, and turn on the red light.

I twisted and pressed my butt against his jeans, arching my back. His fingertips tightened on the arm rest and he struggled to hold still as I began to grind. It didn't take long before he was pressing against me through the fabric. I bit my lip, and moved off of him.

"Damn, Bella."

I ran my hands down his chest and up, through his hair, "Eyes here, baby."

His eyes found where my hands were, on my pants. Licking his lips, he watched as I unfastened and un-zipped.

Then I twisted around and moved the jeans slowly down my hips, making sure to bend over as the jeans fell to the floor. Then, for extra credit, I ran my hands up my legs and in between, making sure he could see my fingers against my panties, before standing back up.

And he was fucking smirking, his chest heaving up high and down low... "You're making it easy to want to fuck you, Bella."

"Good."

I stepped backward and untied the top of my bathing suit. As the top fell, I covered my breasts, and fisted them in my palms, biting my lip and making sure he knew what I was thinking. He leaned forward in the seat, his elbows on his knees, most likely to adjust his... situation.

As if I'm even close to being finished.

I twisted my hips and twirled around slowly, making sure to arch my back, flip my hair, run my hands down my body. Then I turned my eyes back to him, and tucked the sides of my bikini strings, causing the bottoms to fall to the floor. 'Nobody' by Keith Sweat was up next.

He grinned arrogantly, and leaned back, making a big scene of how well he was handling himself.

"Edward," I sighed, walking toward him, "are you okay?"

"I'm great."

I straddled his lap in the chair, pushing my bare breasts up toward his lips, "and now?"

He stared at them, licking his lips, "wonderful."

"Remember... no touching." I moved slowly, dragging my nipple across his bottom lip.

I felt his breath shorten as he struggled to remain still.

My left hand found his hair, and I yanked it back hard, making him look at my eyes, "are you okay now?"

A growl escaped his chest as I started to rock into his pants, and he nodded silently.

I kissed his lips slowly, and he was a good boy, not kissing me back. That earned him a good grip of my hand near his pants. I continued to grind on him, alleviating pressure for the both of us, until we were both panting and wanting more.

Then I climbed off, despite myself, and walked backward to the bed.

"Can I come over there?"

"No," I sat on it, "you can be a good boy and stay where you are."

"Bella..."

"Come on, Edward," I smiled, scooting toward the middle of the bed, "this is going to be fun."

"Bella... what are yo-"

His voice cut off when he saw my hands trailing south of the border.

"A little birdie told me that you had a fantasy about watching me... is this true Edward?"

He nodded, swallowing hard.

I licked my lips and tilted my head, opening my legs to give him a better view, "is this what you had in mind?"

Again, another nod, as he pulled the front of his shirt away from his chest.

I licked my finger next and trailed it around my belly button, "and this?"

"Lower." His voice was a faint whisper now.

Smirking, I did as he asked, my three fingers rubbing gently along my form, my middle finding the entrance and circling around the wetness there. And I thought he was about to fall out of the chair, his eyes were so wide, and his mouth open, and he looked so fucking sexy sitting over there in the dark, watching me.

I smiled, dragging my fingers back up, opening myself for his viewing pleasure.

He rubbed his face and dropped back against the chair, "I can't fucking think straight."

"Control, Edward," I said, running my wet pointer finger in a small, slow circle around my clit. He said dirty talk too.

I had to.

"Edward... I wish you could feel how wet I am for you right now..."

He groaned and readjusted himself as my fingers started to speed up.

I smiled, giving him more of a show as I caressed my folds over and over, "...Just thinking about you is enough to make me wet... But when I think about what you'd do to me if you were with me... where your fingers would be... how your lips would kiss mine... how your tongue dips inside of me, swirling around and around, pushing in and out, your saliva mixed and you humming into my skin-"

"Fuck, Bella."

"...and I just become unbelievable horny, and I have to,... mmmmmm, ...t-touch myself, and pretend these fingers are yours, so I can have any amount of relief."

His tone was raspy, and low, "Is that how you do it? Just like that?"

I shrugged, trailing the wetness to the places I wanted the most, "mmmmmm... it... uhhhhh... depends."

He blew out a gust of wind and readjusted himself again, "depends?"

"Mmhmm," I blew my hair out of my face, getting lost in the sensations of this moment, "depends on what I fantasize you're doing to me..."

"Like?"

I smiled and moved lower toward the end of the bed.

"Well..." I swirled my finger around my entrance, teasing myself, "this is what I'd do if I imagined you'd want to tease me..."

I moaned and arched my back, shivering a bit.

"A-and..." drag my finger up to my clit and stroked it up and down, "this is what I think about when you use the flat of your tongue... mmmmmmm."

Moved my finger in a circle, creating a hiss from the back of my throat, "and when you... use the tip of it..., like this..."

"Shit..."

"And..." I threw my head back, instantly wanting release, "...when you slide that tongue inside of me... I use one finger... like this... and press against my walls..."

I could barely hear him grunting over my own sporadic breathing.

"Edward, yes..."

"Oh my fucking God, Bella, this is killing me."

I pushed two in, "God yes..."

"Jesus fucking Christ."

A third, "E-Edward..."

I heard him moving now, and knew he had stood up.

His hands touched my leg, and my it instinctively shot out, my foot against his chest, "don't."

"Fucking... Bella..."

"Mmmm," I was getting so lost in it, I could barely control myself as my fingers grew minds of their own, dancing around the way Edward took control over me.

"Ohhhhh... Mmmmmm..."

Harder. My fingers were moving harder. "Unnghhhh..."

He groaned, but I had my eyes closed and I couldn't see what he was doing.

"Eddward... I'm close."

"Baby..." His voice was faint. "Please... Let me do it."

"Unngghhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Fuck," he panted, and I felt him pulling off his shirt, tossing it beside my head, "Bella. Baby... Please?"

I shook my head, though I really wanted his help, "touch yourself, Edward. Do it, for me."

"Fuck," he panted, un-fastening his pants quickly.

I managed to slow myself down enough to prop up and look at him, take himself in his right hand and start to stroke. He wasn't going slow.

"Two hands, Edward," I panted, before stroking my breasts simultaneously with my hand down south, "like this."

"I want to stroke you."

"I know," I moaned. "I want to touch you too..."

"Then why can't we..."

"Control, Edward."

He growled, and his movements sped up, rougher.

I followed in suit with my own hands.

We both started breathing and panting, his body standing between my legs. So close, but so far away.

Over and over and over and over, moaning and groaning and thrashing and panting...

And I wanted more. Before it was too late and we both found our releases.

"Edward, stop."

He instantly froze, his lusted eyes locked onto my mirroring ones.

I licked my lips as our chests heaved. We couldn't unlock our eyes.

"What is it, baby?"

I bit my lip, my nerves kicking in, "you did it."

"Did what?"

"Controlled yourself and did what I asked."

"But... we're not... finished," he looked down to me, to his hand still wrapped around himself.

"I know... I have one other thing to ask you."

"W-What?"

I swallowed and mustered up the courage, "Fulfill your final wish."

He tilted his head, not understanding.

I sat up and ran my fingers up his stomach, "the one you keep asking to do."

"Bella... are you sure?"

I nodded. "I want to try it. And you deserve it."

"It might hurt..."

"I don't care," I shook my head, moving closer to him. "I want you to have this. I know you won't hurt me too much."

"I'll try not to..."

"That's enough for me."

*&*#!#$^%$^

I blew out a gust of wind as Edward massaged my body. We were both still aching for orgasms, but it wasn't the first thing on our minds.

I was nervous, and he knew it.

He was doing whatever it took to keep me calm.

His hands felt amazing, rubbing all over my skin, kneading me and massaging. We talked for a few moments, after we calmed down enough to speak... He admitted he brought a finger vibrator, just in-case, because he wanted to make this easier for me. ...Not to mention a lot of lubrication.

He also admitted that he cannot stand to see me in any amount of pain. Well, that makes two of us.

But I wanted to try this, and I know he did, so I figured it was now or never. May as well do it before we get back to Seattle.

"Bella," he kissed my ear, "before we do this, I want to try something else first."

"What?"

He turned my face, "open your mouth."

I did after a smile.

And he did that fucking tongue lick thing again... that he did a few days back... when he licked all the way up and down again, slowly, before kissing me and doing it again. I moaned and pushed into him with my face. He pulled back before we got too carried away, his fingers grasping my face.

I stared at him in disbelief. I wanted him to continue and he knew it.

That's all it took to get me aroused again.

He released me with his right hand and ran it down my back, all the way above my ass cheeks, "...here."

I bit my lip and inhaled through my nose. I knew what he was getting at. But would I really let him?

He gave me the face. The one that activates virgins to throw their virginity at him in handfuls.

Damn the face.

"Okay," I whispered, closing my eyes.

"Remember... pineapple, if you don't like it."

"Okay."

I swallowed hard as he hovered himself over my back and began to massage and kiss his way down slowly. Each inch he moved caused my heart to climb in my throat. And what a perfect song of the moment to hit this nail on the head... 'Lick' by Joi.

Struggling to breathe, I felt him push a few pillows beneath my hips.

"You are so sexy Bella," he whispered against the small of my back... my hot spot when he puts his mouth there.

Immediately I moaned and arched into him. I couldn't help it.

He smiled against my skin, "I know you taste good everywhere..."

I pushed my face into the pillow as he licked a circle around my back, narrowing in like a bulls-eye on the spot.

His fingers kept kneading me, rubbing against my backside, and before I knew it, I was arching up to him again.

Why now? Why when I knew what he was about to do? Wait... Did I want this?

One lick.

One lick of his soft, wet tongue, and all the nerves woke up instantly.

Hell YES I wanted this.

"Mmm," I panted, ignoring the fact that this was taboo.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, rubbing my thighs.

I nodded, sealing my eyes tight.

Magic tongue. Magic, magic, MAGIC tongue.

I felt him being gentle, licking slowly with the flat of his tongue, dragging his bottom lip up slowly following it... and I loved him licking me anywhere... especially in the front... but this, as weird as it sounds, it felt amazing. I moaned as his fingers gripped me and lifted me toward his face. His tongue began to swirl with the tip.

I moaned louder.

He moved quicker.

I cursed into the pillow. I about ripped all the stuffing out with my fingers.

His fingers inched toward my aching center, and he began to stroke simultaneously with the rhythms of his mouth. If he licked up, his fingers moved up. If he swirled around, his fingers matched perfectly.

Over, and over, my mind slowly evaporated, until I was aching and begging, so close to my release, once again.

I didn't even care what he was doing to me.

I didn't care about what anyone else would think.

He was a magic man, with the magic tongue, and the magic fingers, and the magic form, and I wanted all of it, simultaneously, over and over and over again. Repetitively.

"More," I panted, ignoring the sweat against my face.

He obliged, spinning me out into the universe, dipping his fingers inside of me and curling upward.

I groaned and arched my back to him, "More. Please."

"Mmm," he hummed, kissing the small of my back, "I love you so much."

"More, please," I begged again.

I felt his finger, soaking wet, trailing down my back, and over my backside where he just licked. He kept his other hand occupying me in the front, while his finger grazed circles around my back entrance. He seemed hesitant, as if he wasn't sure if I could take it.

I could take it.

I would take it.

I pushed toward his finger, and he hissed as the tip entered me. It didn't feel too bad, sort of like the other night, when his tongue was working me at the same time. A little tighter when he'd pull out, but when he'd push in, it felt pretty damn good... I pushed more, arching my back. Encouraging him. We were nowhere near where he wanted to be, and I couldn't have him panicking on me this early in the game.

"Edward, that feels good," I encouraged him, my hand finding his finger against my clit, "keep going. Everywhere."

He kissed my back, told me he loved me again, and began moving his fingers in rhythm. No pain.

"Does that feel good baby?"

"Mmhmm," I panted. "More."

"Stay relaxed," he said, and I knew he was adding more lube. The second finger was a lot different, but still not dreadfully painful... just new. Really, really, new. He never stopped his hand in the front, and took his time with me, to make sure I could stretch accustom to him.

panted into the pillows, imaging myself full of him... sheathed by him... I could do this.

I was doing it.

After a few moments, when I re-focused back on my pleasure he was providing, I told him it was okay.

The third finger hurt pretty bad. I'm not going to lie. But only when he pulled. There was something about pushing it in that was okay... but the pull sucked. It was weird, how that would be, considering the purpose of a rectum was to push stuff out, but today, it felt better going in.

Again, he took his time, kissing along my neck, brushing the hair off my face, telling me how good I felt.

It took a good five minutes or so before I was ready to move on to anything else.

But Edward was patient, and that's why I trusted him with everything I had.

"Edward," I exhaled, turning back to look at him, "I'm ready..."

"Bella, we don't have to."

"No, I want to," I smiled genuinely.

He nodded and added another pillow below my hips.

Then he brushed his teeth, washed his face to calm down, and brought me a glass of water. I needed it to calm down and he knew it.

Edward used one of his fingers to push a lot more lube inside of me. After that, he lubed himself up with so much, I thought we'd waste half the bottle in one night. But it was okay. Whatever it took to get us closer, and have new experiences.

I wanted Edward to be my first for this. For everything.

And I wanted to give him this too.

He sighed as he rubbed himself there, and my heart started to pound out of my chest.

For him, I thought. For him, for him, for him.

It's all yours, Edward. Take it.

The finger with the vibrator was against my front, and I gasped when he turned it on, immediately consumed with that bubble feeling in my stomach. I didn't even care that he was using his fingers in me anywhere else... I fucking loved that vibrator finger-pad thing, and needed to get myself one asap.

"Mmmm," I panted, "I love you."

He pushed the tip in slowly.

My eyes lit up like sunbursts.

"Are you okay?"

Fucking OW. "Mmhmm."

"Do you want to use the safeword?"

I shook my head.

His fingers found my hip and he steadied himself, and my shaking form, "Stay relaxed baby." Began to massage me gently, on my hip, and my front. "You're doing so fucking good. Oh God..."

I blew out a gust of air I had been holding.

"I'm just going to..." He lifted me up slowly, careful not to thrust, and his fingers pushed inside of me and curled, hitting that g-spot thing we both loved so much. Instantly, I relaxed, and tried to push into it. He grabbed me, "Easy, baby." He chuckled. He began to kiss my shoulders, as he worked his fingers, and held me still.

Then he pushed in a bit more.

And my eyes grew wider. And all I felt was burning and stretching, yet sensations and nerves, and vibrations and happy g-spots, and I didn't know what the fuck I felt but I sure as hell felt something and I couldn't stop moaning, and I was in pain but it wasn't too bad that I hated it, and I began to just pant.

Because I couldn't think of anything else to do.

Edward blew out a gust of wind, and I knew he was holding himself back for me. Again, with the patience.

"I'm okay," I whispered, pushing toward that vibrating wall.

He drew in a deep breath, kissed my neck, and pushed in a bit more.

Ow. Ow, ow, ow. Owwwwwwwwwwwww.

"It'll only hurt for a moment, baby," he said reassuringly. "Just until you adjust. I won't move, I promise."

"No, no," I shook my head. "Move. Slowly. It'll help I think."

"Bella, are you sure?"

"Yes." Move. Move, move, move.

Edward began to thrust his fingers, dragging the vibrator up and down my front wall, while he met me behind. With each stroke, I felt my eyes grow wider, but myself stretching more... It was getting better. Not fantastic, but better. I wasn't shaking no more. I wasn't nervous, necessarily.

Again, this was new.

"I love you so much, Bella," he rubbed my hip, "you're incredible. You feel so good to me."

Curled his fingers tight.

"Unnghhhh," I panted.

"I'm going to move again now."

"Okay," I panted, loving that vibrating finger. Focus on that, focus on that.

His chest met my back as the same time three fingers pushed into me. He was all the way inside.

In every place.

...And then he let out the sexiest damn groan I had ever heard in my entire existence, and it floored me.

Followed by a raspy, "Jeeesssus fucking... Mmmmm."

I blew out a gust of wind, ignoring the slight pain, focusing on the pleasure of him.

Of giving him what he wanted. I would do anything for him. Anything in this entire world, and this was proof of that.

After a couple moments of adjusting, his other hand wrapped around me and pressed on my collar bone, my heart's blood pounding against his palm. Then he began a slow pace. "You're doing so wonderful, baby... Keep your breathing steady... Just like this..."

I nodded, pushing toward his fingers.

As soon as he started, I felt him throbbing, and knew it'd be no time at all.

He steadily rocked himself, cursing each time he pushed in, and hissing each time he pulled back. Each thrust got easier. Each grunt made me want to give this to him more.

I loved listening to him breathing. Loved feeling his heartbeat against my back. Loved his words of encouragement, his silent thank-you's, his kisses on my neck and shoulders, the brush of my hair off my back.

Those were the things I stayed focus on. Those, and the finger.

God I love his magic finger.

It felt as if each time he pushed in with his form, he was almost touching his fingers on the other side. I felt complete by him. Full by him. Loved by him.

And I knew he felt the same things by me.

Time moved by, and we were here, and that was all that mattered.

All this other stuff was nothing compared to the trust we held for each other.

"So good," he mumbled into my skin, "so tight and so good and I love you."

"Mmm," I panted, overwhelmed once more.

"Tell me you're mine, Bella."

"I'm yours."

"Again."

"Ohhh, I'm yours Edward," I sighed, gripping a hand full of his hair. "I'm yours, all yours."

He smiled and kissed my neck, "and I am yours alone as well."

I groaned as he sped up.

I can't describe what I was feeling.

Consumed, yes.

Was it pain?

Was it pleasure?

Was it both?

Was I growing numb to one of them?

Both?

Nope, it had to be none.

I felt it.

And I wanted it. Even the pain.

"You are everything," I panted, dropping toward my hands, "I want you to... enjoy this."

"Fuck, Bella, go slow baby," he gasped, though he thrust toward me. "Uunnngghhh."

I winced then pushed back, on my hands and knees.

Again, was it pain?

I wasn't sure anymore.

It was as if I was operating and feeling everything, but then outside my body as well.

Over, and over, and over again, he pushed and pulled, rubbed me in the best ways in the front, leaned and kissed and rubbed and supported...

"I'm close," he grunted.

"Me too, don't stop."

"Bella."

"Edward."

"Fuck, Bella."

His fingers steadied on that spot.

"EDWARD... Mmm..."

Over and over, faster and slower, gentle and never rough...

"Please?" I begged, my stomach tightening over, "I'm..."

And then his finger did the trick and I about boiled over, screaming nonsense, my walls clenching and pulling him in... on both sides.

Sensations.

Over and over, sensations... more senses, more nerves, more walls, more wetness.

I came and came, and clamped and moaned, and panted, and sacrificed myself to him.

He kept that fucking finger on that spot, and over and over I went, over the edge of bliss and pain, again, back and forth, until it all felt good.

And a few seconds later, he was right behind me, releasing inside and shaking, struggling to support me and not fall on top of me.

He couldn't even speak.

EdwardPOV

I struggled to hold her to me, my fingers still inside of her, her walls throbbing and sucking me deeper, even after my release.

She was panting and stiff, on her hands and knees, dead weight in my arms.

And I couldn't think of anything to think about.

How do you describe the best experience in your entire sexual history?

Easy. You can't.

So I didn't try to figure out anything to say.

She gasped when I slowly pulled myself back away from her, but that was all she said, before she flattened shakily on her stomach.

Shit.

Did I hurt her?

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

"Bella?" I whispered, rubbing the back of her neck. "Baby?"

"Mmm?" she replied staggardly.

What to do?

What to do, what to do...

Fucking FIX IT, jackass.

Instantly, all the guilt of my actions fled over me. I felt sickened.

"Baby?"

Silence.

I checked to make sure she wasn't passed out.

She had her eyes open.

I ran into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in hot water and mild soap.

Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

How could I do that to her?

How could I fucking hurt her?

Fix it. Fix it, fix it, fix it.

I lifted her in my arms and slowly began to wash her, wiping all the lube off, careful around the sensitive areas.

I can't remember how many times I apologized.

All I kept saying was how much I loved her and how sorry I was and how stupid I was to ever think this up.

Basically, I put myself in a panic.

And I wanted to take the pain away from her.

After a few moments of careful washing, she pulled herself up, helping me assist her, "I'm okay."

"No you're not."

"Yes," she nodded blankly. "Yes, I think I am."

"Bella, you couldn't even res-"

"No, no, Edward," she grabbed my wrists tightly, stilling me from washing her sides, "look at me."

I couldn't.

"Edward, look at me."

I shook my head.

I was an idiot. A selfish, stupid idiot.

"Edward Anthony Cullen, if you fucking love me, then you will look at me. Now."

I frowned and drew my eyes up to hers.

And all her caramel ones reflected was pure love.

I didn't deserve it.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Don't be."

"I'm so sorry."

"Edward, stop."

"You should have said the safeword."

She shook her head, "Why would I want to do that?"

"Bec-"

"Edward, look at me," she shook me. "Look at my face. Okay? I'm fine! I'm not hurt. You didn't hurt me."

I shook my head but her hands found my face and she forced me to stop.

"Edward... you didn't hurt me."

"Don't lie to me."

"You didn't. Yes, it stung, for a few minutes... but you did not hurt me. You were patient, and kind, and you took care of my needs first, over your own. I would never regret any of that."

"B-"

"No but's. I swear on my life, I am fine. You are fine."

I frowned and rubbed her legs, "I don't ever want to hurt you."

"You didn't. You never will."

"Don't ever let me."

"I won't have to. I know you. I know your heart, Edward. I know everything about you. That's why I married you."

I looked up at her, and her face was fucking glowing, and she was so beautiful, and I loved her even more.

"You're all that matters to me. Look what we just did, Edward... You and me..."

I nodded and rubbed her face, "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything," she rubbed mine.

"You were my first. I've... I never did that before. Not with Tanya, not with anyone else."

"But I thought that-"

"No."

"Never."

"Never."

"But... there's no way."

I chuckled, "Why is that?"

"Because... you were so good at it? At making sure we went slow, that I was okay. You seemed so experienced."

"I seemed that way because you were my first priority."

She sighed and tilted her head, smiling at me, "Wow..."

"What?"

She grinned, "You saved yourself for me."

I brushed her face and kissed her slowly, before mumbling, "Like I said... I'm yours as well..."

Another kiss, "Yours alone."

-AUTHOR'S NOTES-

So there we go, Chapter 29!

- Guys guess what! I have found the baby (or possible babies) for the TEF sequel! And I've got to tell you, the sequel ideas are POURING in, for all characters. I think it's going to shock a lot of people, the last chapters of TEF, with what's to come. Who ends up with who, who goes away, who splits up, what new things come about, so on so forth. I'm so excited. Just thought I'd throw out that little teaser! ;)

- Most songs (Some I couldn't find) that are featured in this chapter, are in the profile, with downloadable links. I know, I know... you love me. ;) I'm sorry I couldn't get all of them in, but will find a place eventually, hopefully.

- For those who continue to ask me where I get my research on how Edward's job works, here's another brief explanation, of combined answers:
" Education and training for standard OB-GYN: Formal education and training requirements for physicians are among the most demanding of any occupation. 3-4 years of undergraduate school and 3-4 years of medical school (depending on Honors select), and 2 to 8 years of (possible rotating) internship and complete residency, which may be completed together with approval. A few medical schools offer combined undergraduate and medical school programs that last 4-6 years rather than the customary 8 years (again, depending on Honors, history, advancement, placement, and G.P.A.) Some selectees are allowed to complete the internship while in medical school, and a select few may also have the ability to graduate and complete their residency early-decision, by approval of the board. To be licensed, all physicians must graduate from an accredited medical school, pass a licensing examination, and complete 1 to 7 years of graduate medical education, before taking the standard tests. "

Blended Sources: WikiAnswers, Google, ObGynCareer
...So basically, I am allowing him to be in that said 'select few'. Hope that clears up confusion. :)

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Reviews are better than Edward saving himself for Bella, and her saving herself for him :D

NOTE: This is not to over-dramatize or gain attention. It is not meant to open a flood gate of hate. This is just for my defense, as to back up my readers, since some seem to be 'spoken for' by this one person. *sigh*

TO WHOEVER WROTE THIS REVIEW:
Yes 2009-07-06 . chapter 28

OMFG! You actually have the nerve to ask people to vote for this piece of ** when it takes you a month to complete one chapter. WTF happened to the other characters? Will we have to wait two months now to get the other half or the honeymoon? This is so pathetic! I see why this was not even nominated for The Bellies, no one with a brain is even reading this anymore. I love authors like The Dominant that are kick ** and update once or twice a week even AG at least tells us that she is having real problems and why she has not updated. You actually wait until the last minute and make up an excuse every time as to why you have not updated. I can think of lots of Authors on here with way better stories than this like Pieces Of Time, She's pregnant but she updates twice a week. What's your excuse? OMG and then Falling For You her chapter are always long and they are always good and still she give us update sometimes twice a week. How the hell are you gonna write a sequel if you update once a month and your not even half way done with this story. I'm so done waiting for this crapy story to update. You are a ** writer! Then if you write something to you on the forum you only respond to one person. SuzyQ. Do you think that she is the only one reading your story or do you only care about her opinion and damn everyone else. I would not vote for you or this story if my life depended upon it! You suck!

(Again, this is for the lurker who decided to not sign in when creating that review, so that I could have the chance to respond to them privately. It's not meant to be directed to anyone else.)

Normally I don't address this type of review, because you cannot please everyone and not everyone is going to like you, and I'm learning that... First thing I want to say is, I hope that if anyone here thinks that I'm purposely ignoring them in any way, that you please come and talk to me. Send me a PM. It's never my intention to ignore a reader, I will say that much. I adore them. I know I cannot address everyone, though I wish I could. I do my best to keep up and make everyone as happy as much as possible. That's why reader input is so important to me. (Most of the time, I don't respond to individual reviews, because they ask questions in which will be answered in upcoming chapters.) I've never been one to bargain for reviews every single chapter, because although reviews are wonderful and make my day, it's not most important. Yes, they're there for encouragement, advice, motivation... But just knowing that someone else is as passionate about these characters is most important, and I see that when I check the FFn charts, or look in my inbox and see where people put me on Alerts, or send me Pm's, or put me as a 'Favorite Author/Story', or whatever else. Send me messages about how I've helped them get through a rough patch, or how TEF has opened their eyes to statistics, or what have you. It's not just about reviews and numbers for me. Or votes for contests.

This is not the first, nor will it be the last negative review I've received, and I'm okay with that. I take it with a grain of salt and learn from it. And I know that there has been a stream of bashing toward quite a few author's lately, and that makes me angry. But again, it happens. However, it upsets me when people call out my readers, on Twilighted, FB, or here, because I feel as if I have to protect them. I'M the author, so bash me if you must bash someone and feel that passionate about doing so. Don't speak for 'the rest' of my readers, unless you know for sure that they are all behind you. And straight up bashing will not make ANY author update any faster.

Not that it's going to matter to the person who wrote that review bc they have their mind set and said they won't be reading any longer, but I'll go ahead and humor myself by responding to you anyway.
As for the 'other characters' being missing, I've mentioned several times (as was it requested by several readers) that the wedding and the honeymoon will be Edward/Bella only, and the other characters will come back after those chapters. No offense to the other characters, but IMPO, Edward/Bella are the most important in TEF, and deserve the most screen time.

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About my 'lack of updates' and you liking other authors better... that's wonderful. :D I like them too (as you can tell by my Twilighted forums signature and my constant recc's of their stories) and have high respect for them and their talents. Truly. But in response for me and TEF, my updates are about 4-10x's the size of most of theirs, not to mention the picture/song details in every chapter, and requires more time to get them finished.
With the exception of the past few updates, my normal updates have been at least once per week on most occasions. Also, I'd much rather make the wait a tad bit longer and put out something actually worth reading, then update 2-3x's per week, and make it something easy to forget and cliched. If I'm going to write, it must be worth people's time, as they are taking that time out of their own lives to read my story. Makes sense, doesn't it?

I'm sorry that I've had a struggle with my personal life, and "Quote: always making excuses", but I try my hardest, that's all I can really say. I choose not to tell everyone about what I am dealing with on a personal level, because 1, why would I? And 2, I don't like creating a thousand and one fake-out chapter updates with author's announcements when I don't know when the next update will be or what is going on at that moment. All that does is upset the reader when they think they're getting an update, and click on it, then realize it's an A/N. Also, I don't know what made you think I'm not even 'half-way done' with TEF. It has about 5 chapters left. Trust me. I'm more than half-way done.

And as far as the Twilighted thread goes, I want you to know that I acknowledge SuzyQ because, not only does she help me on a personal level, but she's also been helping me sort out ideas for the TEF SEQUEL (YAY!) so that I can get things done faster and make the readers and myself happy. It's not meant for me to ignore everyone else, and I know for a fact that I don't. They're the coolest group of girls, truly. (But in her defense, everyone acknowledges her, because she's fucking hilarious AND she runs the 'welcome wagon'.)

I hope whomever is still here will stick with the story, but if you cannot, I understand. There's plenty of stories to get lost in. Plus it's summer time, so if you're that upset about my lack of updates and hate me/my story so much, stop reading it, and go swimming or camping or something. ;) Have fun! It's still warm outside!

And FYI: I'm not taking out the anonymous response. It is there for people who cannot create a profile but still want to give their CONSTRUCTIVE CRITIQUE, advice, or praise about the chapter. And I am not going anywhere. No one is going to run me off. It's sad that that's happened to some authors, but it won't happen to me. I'll face the music because I cannot live without writing, no matter how "shitty" some may think it is.

I don't mean to sound cruel. I'm an honest, caring person, and will do just about anything to create a smile on someone's face. But there's only so many times I will sit back and allow someone to swing at me before I finally take a stand and state my peace. To those of you who aren't interested in the story anymore, I wish you all the best, and maybe next time, the preceding story will be better for you. To those of you who are still with me, you should know how much you mean to me by now. It's not about popularity. It's about making new friendships and bonding over alike interests, and learning this amazing craft of writing. Which is why I'm doing this in the first place. God bless. XOXO.

~Angela.

ps - To all my faithful readers/supporters... MWAH. ILYGSFM. You're the fucking best and anyone who disagrees with me is as blind as a bat.
No, no, scratch that. They're as blind as Tanya/Aimee was, thinking that Edward would love them or anyone else besides Bella. Pssshttt. Right.