A/N: After a very long hiatus, I'm back. Sort of. During the last 12 months I got pregnant, got severely sick putting me pretty much on bedrest the entire 9 months, suffered from preeclampsia towards the end, and gave birth to a healthy little girl. She is now 2 months old, and I'm finally getting back to normal. However, since it's summertime I have all five of my kids home and driving me crazy. I'm trying to get back into writing regularly but I can't promise there will be steady updates on any of my stories. I will do my best to update when I can. My family will always come first, but I am sincere when I say I will finish all my WIP fics and quite possibly add on to a few of my oneshots.

For this specific story, I originally intened it to be a oneshot but of course I'm wordy so I didn't finish it the way I wanted in a oneshot. This is the next chapter and as of now I think it'll be at least 4 chapters but possibly more if I can't contain my brain and words. I don't think anyone will mind though, right?

Thank you sister_liz for always taking the time to edit my stories. You are such a good friend, and I don't know what I'd do without you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the characters involved. No copyright infringement intended.

The minute Bella reached me at the end of the aisle and Charlie graciously handed his daughter over to me to love and cherish for the rest of my life, I felt like the luckiest man in the world. I had everything I had ever dreamed of. I had the career I always wanted to make my father proud, and I had the most wonderful woman to call my own.

Bella was absolutely beautiful in the dress my mother had made for her and the veil her mother had given her. She even wore the simple blue hair clips her father had given her. I couldn't help the permanent smile plastered across my face. I'm sure I looked like the love sick fool to everyone watching but I didn't care. I'd waited for this day for so long and nothing was going to ruin it.

The reverend began with welcoming everyone, and a song was sung by the congregation. He then asked Bella and I to face each other and to take her hands in mine.

"Isabella Swan, will you have this man to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?"

"I will," she answered with the slightest sound of a sob and giggle together.

"Edward Masen, will you have this woman to be your wife; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?

"I will." The words came out of my mouth so easily, without the slightest amount of doubt or fear.

"Let us pray," the reverend announced, prompting everyone to bow their heads. "Dear heavenly Father, our hearts are filled with great happiness on Edward and Isabella's wedding day, as they come before You pledging their hearts and lives to one another. Grant that they may be ever true and loving; living together in such a way as to never bring shame or heartbreak into their marriage. Temper their hearts with kindness and understanding; rid them of all pretense of jealousy. Help them to remember to be each other's sweetheart, helpmate, friend and guide, so that together they may meet the cares and problems of life more bravely. And with the passage of time, may the home they are creating today, truly be a place of love and harmony, where your spirit is ever present. Bless this union we pray, and walk beside Edward and Isabella throughout all their lives together. We ask these things in Jesus name; Amen."

Raising my head and seeing the tears of joys stream down Bella's face made me proud. I knew with all my heart she was happy and would always be happy. I would do everything to make sure nothing ever faltered her love in me.

"You may kiss your bride now, Edward," the reverend instructed with a soft chuckle, breaking me from my thoughts. I took a deep breath and raised the veil still covering her face. I gently wiped the tears from her face with my thumbs, before giving her the softest and simplest of kisses against her lips. If we were alone, I would have kissed her more passionately in this moment of complete bliss and joy. However, being in front of all our friends and family and in the house of the Lord, I restrained myself. Everyone cheered and instantly began to come over to congratulate us. Before I knew it we were in a whirlwind of being passed around to every single person around and eventually ushered outside. In our small community, a wedding was a reason to celebrate and we did. Everyone ate the wonderful food provided by the ladies of the community, chatted and laughed with each other, played games with the kids, and danced.

I knew Carlisle wanted to have his discussion with me about the wedding night, but I wasn't going to have that discussion until I got to dance with my bride. I took her hand and led her out to the middle of the crowd where everyone was dancing and swung her around until she was in my arms. It's the first time I felt at liberty to dance with her and know there wasn't anyone going to try and cut in.

I smiled down at her while she smiled up at me and her eyes shined with complete joy. I pulled her even closer into my arms knowing I had every right to hold her close to my body now. "You know what the best thing about today is?" I asked.

"What is that?" she wondered playfully smirking at me.

"The fact that I don't have to give you up to another man to dance with," I explained. "I don't have to share you with anyone else. And if someone dared to ask I have every right to tell them no."

She giggled and shook her head like I was talking crazy. To me though, it was a big deal. It's deemed inappropriate for a man to dance with only one girl and even more frowned upon for a woman to dance with only one man. If you dance with the same person more than three times at one event, people talk and your reputation would be tarnished. It was even harder for me since I was sheriff and I needed to be seen as the decent and honest man I was required to be. I couldn't focus all my attention on one woman even if everyone knew Bella and I were serious about each other and I had every intention to marry her someday. I have sat back and watched Bella dance with other men at every town event we'd been to. I've watched as she would giggle at what they said and be twirled around until she was so dizzy she had to grip on to their shoulders or hold their hands to gain her balance. So many times I felt the burning sensation of jealousy rush through me. But now, I'll never have to feel that again. No one would dance with her again unless I allowed it.

"Are you admitting that you had some jealousy issues in the past?" she asked.

"Yes, I am fully admitting to being jealous of the attention you got from other men in our community. I'm glad you are finally mine and I don't have to share you with anyone," I said.

"You know you can't keep me to yourself forever. I do need to be sociable and polite to others," she pointed out.

I sighed regrettably as I swung her around in a circle. "True, but for now, I'm keeping you to myself."

"You aren't the only one who dealt with jealousy issues, you know?" she said. "I had to sit back and watch you dance with other girls, and watch them practically throw themselves at you. Even mother's were relentless in pushing their daughters your way. How many times have you been invited to dinner at one of the young maiden's homes in our area and even the neighboring towns?"

"You know I only went to be polite," I said wrapping my arm around her waist even more possessively. "I never had any interest in anyone else. You were always the one I wanted."

"Well the same goes for me," she countered. "I only dance with those other men because it's required of me, not because I actually wanted to. Most of the time I would just pretend I was dancing with you even when some of them would step on my toes or their hands would be so calloused I felt like I was being wrapped in sand. And quite honestly, most of those men did not know how to take care of themselves like you do. They would always smell horrible and I felt like I couldn't get the smell off of me for days."

I laughed and kissed her sweetly on the forehead. "Are you trying to say I'm more feminine than most of the men around?" I asked.

"No!" she gasped, looking up at me with large eyes. "I'm just saying you smell good." She nuzzled into my neck and inhaled. The sensation of her breath on my neck made me involuntarily smile and close my eyes contently. I couldn't imagine being more happy than I was in that moment. I had everything I had always wanted.

Our peaceful moment was interrupted by a loud clearing of the throat and a tap on my shoulder. My first instinct was to swing a fist at the person attempting to cut in. Was this person seriously trying to dance with my wife on our wedding day? I opened my eyes and turned us around. Staring back at us with a pleasant smile on his face was Charlie. "Would you mind if I danced with my daughter one last time?" he asked politely. I smirked realizing now even her father would have to ask my permission. I nodded my head, willingly giving my permission. I took Bella's hand in mine and kissed her knuckles before handing her over to her father.

I stepped back and watched as Bella and Charlie danced amongst the other couples dancing. I could see him talking to her seriously and Bella occasionally smiling and even at times ducking her head like she was trying to fight back from crying. As happy as I was to finally have Bella as my wife, it had to be hard for her to leave her parents to enter womanhood. I prayed that I would be a good husband to her and be able to provide everything she ever needed.

I felt a hand slap down against my shoulder and the familiar chuckle of Carlisle from behind me. I turned around and glanced up at him for only a second before my eyes drifted back to my Bella dancing with her father. "Why don't we have that talk I promised you earlier?" he suggested. I hesitantly turned back to him and hummed my response. "She's in good hands, Edward. Charlie won't let anything happen to her." He could clearly see my unwillingness to even let her out of my site for a moment. Reluctantly, I followed Carlisle down by the trees until the sounds of the party were barely audible.

"You both look happy," he began.

I smirked and nodded my head. "I think we are."

"Are you ready to give her everything?" he asked.

"I've always been ready to give her everything."

"And are you ready for tonight?" he asked, looking me straight in the face with a serious expression.

"Honestly, no. But if you're asking if I know what happens in the marriage bed, then yes. I've been a sheriff long enough and have had to deal with the whorehouse plenty of times to know how it works," I explained.

"I'm quite aware of your knowledge of what happens at the whorehouse, but Bella is different. She's still innocent. She's not one of the whores who know what they're doing and can handle the roughness of some of the men who come through this way. You'll need to be gentle with Bella. She'll need to be cared for and cherished, not just used for your own gratification. She'll need you to be understanding and patient. Her pleasure is just as important as yours. If you want your love to last you have to think about her needs before your own. And I don't mean just in the bed; at all times. She is your responsibility now and as her husband it's your duty to make sure all her needs are met."

"Carlisle, I know all this. I'm not going to do anything she isn't ready for. I've always put her needs before my own and have never strayed from her in any way. I've waited for her to be ready, I've provided for our future, I've proven my love for her, and I've worked hard to build a life for us. I've prepared for this marriage in every way possible. I don't expect anything from her. I want to be the one to take care of her for as long as I live."

He smiled and nodded his head. "Just remember this is Isabella we're discussing, so don't treat her like a delicate flower who can't do something just because she's a woman." I laughed, knowing exactly what he meant by the comment. To tell Bella she can't do something because she's a girl only made her want to do it more to prove she was just as capable as a man. So far she has proven she is just as strong, if not stronger, than any man I've ever met.

"I would never take that away from her. She's done enough to show me she can outdo me in just about everything and I still love her. It's one of the things I love most about her because out here you have to be strong. I like that she challenges me."

He laughed again and patted me on the back. "I think you'll be fine tonight. Just remember you'll need to take the lead this time." Taking the lead with Bella was nearly impossible. She always went first and always had to be better. Sudden fears of taking the lead on our wedding night overwhelmed me. Would she even allow me to lead her? Did I even know how to lead her, especially in bed?

I knew the basics of sex and what happens with a man and a woman in bed, but knowing I had never had any experience and it was my job to lead wasn't all that comforting. I already had fears of hurting her or not performing properly, but it was even more pressure to have to take the lead where Bella was concerned.

"Why don't I get you back to your bride before she starts to think you have already abandoned her," he suggested with a chuckle while leading the way back up the hill and towards the crowd of people.

I scanned the crowd until I found Bella talking with her mother a few feet away from the rest of the people. Her mother looked sad and patted Bella's hand over and over until she pulled Bella into her arms embracing her like only a mother could. I instantly thought of my own mother and searched the crowd for her. She was only standing a few feet away watching me with a proud expression on her face. I smiled back and walked over to her. I wrapped my arms around her small frame and hugged her tightly telling her how much I loved her and thanking her for making this day so perfect for my Bella. If it weren't for her I wouldn't be who I am today and Bella wouldn't be so beautiful in the dress she made for her. This entire day would be nothing without my ma.

"You're welcome, Son. I'm just glad you're happy," she said, hugging me and rubbing my back like she always did when I was little. In her eyes, I think I'd always be her little boy. She pulled away and held me at arm's length looking me over like she was still seeing a child. "There is something I want to talk to you about." Her face turned serious. I feared she was going to try and give me another talk like Carlisle had.

"Ma, if this about the wedding night, Carlisle already talked to me," I said.

"Well I'm right glad he did. I guess that was something I hadn't even thought about." She looked away and pulled her arms away from me while her face blushed slightly. I felt a little embarrassed bringing it up myself.

"Then what is it?" I wondered.

She looked back up at my face and took a deep breath before beginning. "I'm thinking about moving into town instead of living on the farm. I don't think Bella or you want your mother hanging around and butting into your lives, so I think it's time."

"Ma, you don't have to move. I'm sure Bella wouldn't be bothered by you being close in case we need you. I know I won't mind. I built our house near yours so I could be there to take care of you."

"Edward, you don't need to take care of me. You have worked hard at building your home and making the land profitable on top of being sheriff here in town. Now that you're married and have those responsibilities on top of everything else, you don't need to continue to take care of me. I've already talked to Mrs. Cope about renting out one of the boarding rooms and I'll make enough money being a seamstress to get by. I don't want to be a burden to you or your marriage."

"Ma, please don't talk like that. You could never be a burden. I don't want you to leave."

"Edward, this isn't just about you. I don't want to live in that house all by myself without you or your father. And I can't intrude on your home every night just so I'm not alone. At least at the boarding house I'll have people to talk to and spend my time with." I was suddenly overwhelmed with guilt at the thought my mother felt like she wasn't welcome now that I was married. I never even stopped to think about how this would affect her or if she would feel abandoned by me.

She smiled up at me and placed her hands on my cheeks. "Don't, Edward," she warned. "I know you well enough to know you're thinking you did something wrong. You have done everything right. You are the best son any mother could ever have, and I know you will make a good husband for your wife. I'm overjoyed with how you have turned out and so proud of you for following your heart to Bella. There is no other woman on this earth I would rather see you marry."

"You really don't have to move into town right away, though," I pleaded.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. It's still going to be a while until I can fully move. I'll need to pack up my belongings and make sure everything is in order before I do so. I'll still be close for a little while, but I promise I won't intrude on your first few days as a married man."

I reached out and pulled her close to my chest. "You can intrude all you want," I said. "I know Bella won't mind. You are always welcome at any time."

"Edward," Bella's sweet voice called out from a few feet away. I pulled away from my ma and turned my head towards Bella. She smiled and glanced back and forth between me and my ma. I looked back at my mother, feeling that sting of guilt once again.

"Go on, Edward," she encouraged. "It's about time for you to thank Bella's parents one last time for giving you their daughter before you take your bride home."

"You are coming home tonight, right?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "I told you it's still going to be a few days before I get settled into the boarding house."

"Do you have a way to get home?" I asked.

"I'm sure I can find someone to give me a ride."

"You can ride with me and Bella in the wagon," I offered.

She laughed. "I think that would look a little funny to have the mother in law riding along with the newly married couple, don't you?"

"I don't care what people think."

"Edward, I'll be fine. Go be with your bride. And please don't forget to thank her parents one more time."

I dropped my shoulders in defeat and kissed my mother on the cheek. She patted my arm one last time encouraging me to go to Bella with a nod of her head. I turned away from my mother and walked towards Bella who was waiting patiently for me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up in my arms spinning her around. She squealed and gripped her arms around my neck. I placed her back on the ground and took her face in my hands before kissing her on the lips. When I pulled away, I brushed my thumbs against her red cheeks and smiled down at her. "I love you," I whispered.

Her expression looked confused. "Are you okay?" she asked.

I nodded my head and explained what my mother and I discussed. She tried to make me talk my ma out of moving, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. My mother had made up her mind. As much as I wanted my mother to always be close, it was time for me to grow up and live away from her just as much as Bella was going to have to live away from her parents.

Most everyone had either already left for the day or were beginning to pack up their belongings and gather up their kids to prepare for the ride home. Bella led me across the yard to where her parents were and I did as my mother told me, thanking them both one last time for giving their daughter to me. I promised them I would take good care of her and shook Charlie's hand. Renee gave me a hug and whispered in my ear not to hurt her daughter. I whispered back that I wouldn't. Bella gave each of them one last hug and fought back the tears before I helped her into the wagon.

Bella waved back at everyone hooting and hollering while we pulled away in the wagon. Some of the young children who still remained chased after us for a short distance. As the crowd faded from sight silence took over. I glanced over at Bella and noticed a slight smile on her face. She caught me watching her and linked her arm around mine while resting her head against my shoulder.

"We need to pick up Daisy from my parent's house in a few days. She's going to wonder where I am," Bella said.

"We will," I assured. "Although, I don't know how Sam is going to take to sharing his territory."

"He will have to learn to live with it," she said with a determined and warning tone. I laughed at her strong will and protectiveness of her dog before leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. I snapped the reins to make the horses go a little faster. I couldn't wait to get home, to be with my Bella and show her what I've built for her.

"I hope you like the home I've built for us," I said once we pulled the wagon up in front of the house. Sam came running over wagging his tail and waiting for me to hop off the wagon to get his typical petting. I glanced over at Bella who had her eyes glued to the front of the house. I couldn't tell from her expression if she was happy or disappointed. "I know it's not much yet, but I can build on as we need. Emmett McCarty was a big help with drawing up the plans and selling me the wood I needed at a good price. He even came out a few times to help with some of the building. The inside is rather bare right now, but I figured once you got settled you would want to make those decisions about how to fix up the inside." I knew I was rambling, but I had to say something. All I could do was hope she would learn to love it if she really wasn't happy. I would do whatever I needed to do to make it something she loved.

I hopped off the wagon and gave Sam a quick pat on his head. He whimpered when I didn't give him more attention, but I had more important things to take care of. I walked around to the other side of the wagon to help Bella down, placing my hands at her waist and lifting her off the wagon. Once on her feet, she stood there still looking up at the house with an unreadable expression. I busied myself by gathering up her hope chest from the back of the wagon and her bag of clothing and carried them towards the house. I placed them just inside the house and looked back towards her. My heart ached as I wondered if she was having second thoughts. I watched her, waiting and wondering what she was thinking. She finally focused her eyes on me and her face lit up with a smile as big as the sun.

"I can't believe I have my own home," she said with tears of happiness in her eyes. "It's perfect." I couldn't help but smile back at her while my heart filled with pride. She ran to me and collided into my chest in a warm and welcoming embrace. Resting my chin at her shoulder I caressed her long hair, which fell down her back, and drew her closer to me, wanting so badly to feel her warmth wrapped around me. She pulled her head up, looking up at me with that same joyful expression. "You're the most amazing husband in the entire world." I took advantage of the moment and leaned in to give her a proper kiss on the lips. Her lips tasted like honey and felt as if I was touching a cloud. I'd kissed her many times before, but the thought of kissing my wife and knowing I could kiss her at any time I wanted for the rest of my life was overwhelming. I was instantly aroused and wanted nothing more than to bring her to our bed and consummate our marriage. Without breaking our kiss, I reached down and lifted her up into my arms. She squealed and squeezed her arms around my neck. With a huge grin on my face, I carried her over the threshold of our home.

I had every intention of bringing her straight to our bed and making love to my wife, but as I continued to kiss her and slowly walk to the back of the house where our bed was, I could feel the tension building inside of her. She broke away from our kiss and sucked in a nervous breath while looking around the inside of the house. I placed her back on her feet and waited for her to make the first move. She always had in the past so I assumed this time would be no different. I also knew, from what Carlisle had told me, I needed to take things slow and take my cues from her. She slowly walked around the home I had built and gently touched things with her fingertips. It wasn't a huge home like I wished I could have given her. There was a common room with a small sitting area and eating area. On one side of the house was the kitchen. I took great care in making sure the kitchen was as nice as could be, complete with cupboards, cast iron stove, the nicest pots and pans, and even a small set of fine china for when Bella invited guests over. In the back were two rooms, one of which would be our room and the other could be Bella's sewing room until we had children. Eventually I had plans to build on to make even more room for a family. I watched Bella's reactions to the home as she moved through it. When she reached the bedroom and her eyes darted to the bed, I noticed her cheeks redden and her bottom lip suck between her teeth. Her eyes darted from mine to the floor and then to the bed. My heart sunk, thinking she was trying to silently tell me she wasn't ready to be with me in the marriage bed.

"I'm going to go bed the horses for the night," I declared. "Why don't you take a few minutes to look around and get comfortable?" She nodded her head and continued to look around the small home.

I walked outside, feeling defeat rush through me. I'd waited so long to be with Bella, with any woman, and here I was a married man and still unsure if I would be intimate with her. Not only did she look nervous, but I also had some apprehensions to what was coming. What if I didn't know what to do or how to treat her? What if I hurt her in some way? I'd never forgive myself if something were to happen to her at my hand.

Sam came charging towards me and nearly jumped into my arms. As much as I tried to teach the damn dog not to jump up on me, he still did every chance he got. I scolded him and pushed him back to the ground. He hung his head in shame and whimpered.

"Oh, come here," I called to Sam, being greeted with what could only be described as a smile for a dog. He stood up and threw his head back in enjoyment when I finally gave him the attention he wanted and scratched his ears and petted his back. I talked to Sam and petted him for a good five minutes, giving him as much attention as I could before I attended to the horses and wagon. After securing the horses into their stalls and giving them food and water for the night, I mucked out their stalls and put down some fresh bedding. After that, I chopped some firewood and stacked it in the woodshed. Then, even though the sun had completely disappeared behind the mountains, I decided to do some handwork. I was avoiding going back to the house. I wasn't sure I could take the rejection if Bella refused me on our wedding night.

After a while I heard the sound of a wagon coming up the road. I stepped out of the barn to meet my mother and thank the Weber's for driving her home. As they pulled away, my mother turned and gave me a pointed look.

"Edward Anthony Masen what on earth are you doing out in the barn on your wedding night?" she asked with her hands on her hips and an eyebrow rose at me.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked to the ground. Even as a grown man hearing my mother scold me made me turn into that ten year old boy again who wanted to hide from getting in trouble. "I guess I'm just nervous."

She clicked her tongue, and as I raised my head just slightly, I could see her shaking her head in disappointment. "Edward, I did not raise you to chicken out over anything. You have no problem throwing yourself into trouble and getting yourself involved in the most dangerous of circumstances, but going to your wife on your wedding night is what scares you?"

I chuckled at the absurdity of what she was saying. I was acting like a coward. I needed to be a man and go to my wife. I took a deep breath and looked at my mom with confidence. I smiled at her and gave her a hug before walking back towards the house. Sam lay at the foot of the door. I leaned down and patted him on the head one last time before stepping over him and walking into the house. Everything was dark except for the faint glow of a lantern coming from the bedroom. I took another steadying breath and slowly removed my boots by the door along with my hat. I walked towards the bedroom and slowly pushed the door open. Sitting on the bed donned in a white nightgown and dark hair cascading down her back was Bella. My breath caught in my lungs at the sight of her and there was a aching inside of me to touch her. She quickly stood to her feet and glanced up at me with an anxious expression. I moved slowly across the floor until I was standing directly in front of her. Her eyes remained on the floor and I could hear her heart pounding through her chest. Or it could have been my own heart beating so fast. I touched my thumb to her chin and gently pulled her face up to look at me. She let out a shaky breath and met my gaze. I leaned in and gently brushed my lips across hers. Her eyes closed, and I felt her body relax just slightly as our lips touched. I pulled away and waited for her to open her eyes to me. When they did, I caressed her cheek with my hand and ran my thumb across her lips.

"Just this once will you let me lead us?" I asked, with barely a whisper to my voice. She sighed and smiled as she nodded her head. My words weren't about going first or being better than the other but a simple gesture of understanding between the two of us. She always had to lead, go first, or be better. This one time when it mattered for me to lead the way, I wanted her to allow it. I wanted her to understand this wasn't about me or her, but about us.

I took her hands in mine and raised each of them to my lips, kissing her knuckles and never breaking my eyes from hers. I slowly moved one hand to the middle of her neck and carefully untied the bow at the top of her nightgown. Once the bow was loosened, I pulled on the fabric which was held tight by the simple bow and slipped my hand inside to touch her. My hand grazed across her shoulder and neck loosening the fabric even more. My lips met hers and I gently pushed my tongue into her warm mouth reveling in the taste and feel of her tongue against mine. With one last swift pull at the fabric around her neck, I loosened the gown enough that it dropped to the floor at her feet leaving her completely bare in front of me. She gasped and pulled away from the kiss. I didn't dare steal a glance at her bare body in front of me just yet. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her body flush with mine. I continued my assault of kisses against her cheeks, across her forehead, and down her neck while I tried to muster up enough strength to pull away from her and remove my own clothing. I feared if I let go of her she would be too shy and want to cover up. I didn't want her to.

I ventured even further with my kisses and grazed my lips across her shoulders and along her collarbone. My fingers splayed across her back and tenderly massaged into her skin. The feel of her warm and soft skin on my fingertips sent tingles through my own skin all the way to my toes. When I swept my tongue along her jaw I heard a soft moan escape her lips but she quickly repressed it.

I moved to her ear and whispered, "Don't hide what you're feeling. I want to know if you're enjoying what I'm doing or if I do something wrong. Please, tell me if I'm making you feel good." She nodded her head and once again moaned at my touch on her breast. I slowly pulled away and for the first time took in the sight of her naked body before me in the dim light from the lantern. My breath hitched and I felt as if I might explode from the rush of heat filling every portion of my body. She was the most exquisite sight I'd ever seen. She definitely wasn't the first naked body I'd seen and certainly not the last I'd see from all the trouble always going on at the whorehouse, but her body was much more beautiful. Her curves and the delicate softness of her skin were much more appealing than anything else I'd ever experienced.

I could see the flush of embarrassment turn her cheeks pink while I stood there gawking at her naked body before me. To ease her discomfort, I reached my hands up and brushed her cheeks with my thumbs in an inept attempt to remove the blush.

"You are so beautiful. I love you so much," I whispered before moving in and claiming her mouth with mine once again. Her body eased and molded against mine while we kissed. For the first time she let go of some of her tension and wrapped her arms around my neck, twirling the curls of hair at my neck around her fingers. As we continued to kiss, I began to unbutton my shirt and pull it from the confines of my trousers. I again brushed my lips along her neck and ventured down to flick my tongue across her pert nipple. She let out a squeak and tightened her fingers around my hair. I glanced up at her face to be sure the reaction she just had wasn't one of pain, and once I was reassured it was one of pleasure, I continued and sucked her breast through my lips, twirling my tongue around the bud. I listened as her breathing sped up and her heart hammered against her chest. I wanted to lay her down on the bed and make her mine forever. I wanted to make love to my wife.

I flicked my tongue against her nipple a few more times, before nibbling and kissing my way back up to her mouth. While we kissed, I slowly rocked our bodies towards the bed and once her legs hit the side of the bed, I carefully lowered her to the pillow. I stood back up and once again took in the sight of her naked body. I had a feeling I could spend the rest of my life exploring her body and still find new things to love about it.

I quickly finished removing my shirt and taking my trousers off before blowing out the lantern and joining my wife in bed. The bright moon shone through the window, giving just enough light for us to still see each other. I crawled over top of her and carefully lowered my body against hers. As I began to kiss her lips she allowed herself the chance to explore my naked body with her hands. The feel of her soft fingertips making trails along my chest sent shivers through me, and it almost made me chuckle from the tickling sensation. However, I didn't want to start laughing during our lovemaking so I reined it in and instead rubbed the erection between my legs against her stomach. She gasped and I saw her eyes fly open at the feel of my hardness against her. I moaned, letting the moan linger in my mouth for a few moments while I continued to press the erection into her skin. To my surprise, Bella opened her legs willingly and pulled my face to hers, claiming my mouth herself. I smiled against her lips, realizing this was the Bella I'd come to love coming out. She was taking charge and leading me. I welcomed the controlling Bella and let her take the lead. She continued to kiss me and let her tongue graze across my lower lip, before entering my mouth and caressing my tongue. I groaned with exhilaration as she trailed her tongue down my neck and dug her fingertips into my back. The fire building inside of me was about ready to escape. I needed to feel her from the inside. I slowly lowered my hand between her legs and slid a finger along her opening. I could feel the wetness pooling around her and took that as a good sign she was ready. I carefully lined myself up with her and pushed forward, never taking my eyes off of hers. She winced as I began to enter, so I quickly pulled out afraid I was hurting her. "I'm sorry,"
I cried nearly in tears at the thought I hurt her. She must have seen the horror on my face because she gingerly placed her hand against my cheek and whispered her reassurance that she was okay. She opened her legs even wider and helped me guide into her. Like true Bella fashion, she took over. As I eased my way into her, she winced again and gasped a few times, but didn't stop me. Carlisle's words kept playing through my head; take your time, remember her pleasure and not just your own, and cherish her and care for her. My eyes remained on her as I began to rock our bodies together. She made moaning noises and let out sounds that sounded like whimpers. Her eyes remained closed and occasionally they would tighten when her mouth would open with a gasp. I wanted to see and experience everything. I wanted to remember every detail of that moment with her. I never wanted to forget a single moment I spent with her. As my release came closer, I rose up on my arms and pressed even further into her causing a loud cry from Bella. Before I even had a chance to react to her cry, she started whispering for me not to stop. I listened to her request and continued rocking our bodies together. Within moments I was spilling into her and groaning from the pleasure overtaking my body. I'd never experienced something so incredibly amazing. I just hoped Bella experienced the same pleasure I felt.

I rolled to my side and pulled Bella into my arms, continuing to kiss her and gently caressed her body with my fingers. I pushed the hair off of her face and looked into her eyes for a sign of discomfort.

"Are you alright?" I asked, running my knuckles across her cheekbone.

"Of course I'm alright," she said smiling up at me. "I'm more than alright. I'm happy." I pulled her closer to me and kissed her lips then her forehead, whispering I loved her.

Feeling overwhelmed from the entire day, sleep came quickly for both of us. The best part of being married to my best friend and the woman I loved was being able to sleep with her wrapped in my arms.

In the morning, I woke to the sun shining through the window and the birds chirping outside. I glanced over at Bella, taking in the beauty of her sleeping form lying next to me. As much as I hated getting up and starting the day, I had a duty to the town. I gently kissed Bella on the cheek and crawled out from underneath her. At the foot of the bed I grabbed my trousers off the floor and began to get myself dressed. I was trying my best to be quiet and not wake Bella, but I was unsuccessful. I felt her hand touch my arm and snake around to my chest. Her lips brushed across the back of my neck before her chin rested against my shoulder. I reached my hand up and held her hand in mine against my chest while leaning back into her.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

I patted her hand and turned my head to see her face. I smiled and kissed her welcoming lips. "I need to get into town to make sure everything is going smoothly. Monday's are always the worst because so many men spend the entire weekend at the saloon and emerge on Monday morning drunk out of their minds and causing a ruckus."

She groaned her displeasure of me leaving, which made my heart ache. "This is supposed to be our honeymoon. You can't possibly leave me alone already. Just stay home one more day with me, please."

I chuckled at her insistence. "I have a duty to this town, Bella."

"I think everyone would understand if you weren't in town for one day. Can't your deputies handle one day without you? Wouldn't you rather stay home and spend all day making love to your wife?" She began to twist her fingers around the hair at my chest and swipe her tongue and lips across my shoulder and neck. I couldn't resist.

I turned my head even more to face her and gave her a crooked, devious smile. "Well, since you put it that way…" I quickly snaked my arm around her waist and threw her back against the pillows. She squealed and giggled as I climbed back on the bed and kissed her lips full of passion and desire. Her hands cradled my face while she moaned into my mouth and smiled against my lips at getting her way. She always got her way.

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