Disclaimer: Once again, Twilight is not mine; I just play in Stephanie Meyer's sandbox. My incredible betas Im2xshy and Kzintikiller keep me motivated and on track for which I am eternally grateful.
I want to give a special shout out to my beta Im2xshy. This chapter is dedicated to her. She was ready to wring my neck for cock blocking Edward and Bella and I appreciate her patience with me while I worked all their issues. AM this one is for you!
Author's Note: This chapter is all about the lemony goodness. If that's not your thing or you're under 18, look away now. However, I would encourage you to read the end section which is good but not lemony. If you go to the end of the chapter and then scroll back up, I've put in "BKDWN" so that you know where to start reading. If the lemony goodness IS your type of thing, I hope you will enjoy it. This will be the last regular chapter of this story, but there will be an epilogue to follow. Thank you all for joining me on this crazy ride. Enjoy.
Previously in Chapter 55: Still on Isle Esme, Bella and Edward finally had a long overdue discussion about what they were both feeling and Edward did a lot to put Bella's fears to rest.
The interior of the house was a blur as he carried me into the master bedroom. While we'd used the room to change and the attached bathroom to shower, we hadn't actually tried out the bed. It looked sturdy enough, but part of me hoped we could do some damage to it. The idea started me giggling again.
"I think that's one of my favorite sounds," he said stopping next to the bed and setting me back on my feet beside it.
"The sound of you laughing or giggling. It's such a happy sound," he said. The sweetness and intimacy of his comment made me smile. He ran a gentle finger along my bottom lip. "And that smile is one of my favorite things to see. I've missed it."
Before I could think of a reply, his finger trailed lower to toy with the skin where it peeked out of the top of my simple white sundress. His eyes never left mine, as I felt all his fingers slowly begin to undo the small pearl buttons down the front of my dress. It was an incredibly erotic moment, and I was glad I didn't need to breathe because it made holding my breath to see what he was going to do next so much easier.
I had forgone a bra since we'd been on the island, so once the buttons were undone, the warm air in the room brushed over my now exposed nipples, making them pucker and sending an additional jolt to my already tingling core. But his fingers were far from done as he ran one under each of the small straps that were now the only things keeping my dress up.
His eyes were still locked with mine and the look in his eyes made my stomach quiver.
"Your skin is so soft," he murmured, as he slid each of the straps off my shoulders and had the dress floating to the floor with a soft swish to land in a pool at my feet, so that I was left standing before him in only my white boy shorts.
Now his eyes did move as they traveled languidly from my face to my toes. His gaze was like a physical caress as they moved over me. Feeling a little self-conscious, I started to lift my arms to cover my chest, but Edward caught my hands, and without a word of reproach for me trying to cover myself, he held my arms out wide as he continued to look at me.
"I thought I remembered how beautiful your breasts were, but either your change made them even more lovely or even my vampire memory didn't do them justice because they are quite simply spectacular."
Gently but firmly, he placed my hands back down at my sides, and his very busy fingers trailed up my arms to my shoulders leaving goose bumps in their wake. His eyes followed his fingers as they drifted downward until they brushed over the very hard tips of both my breasts. I gasped at the sensation and the jolt that seemed to go through my whole body at his touch on such sensitive spots. At the same time, I felt the warm wetness from my arousal begin to seep out of me, and I imagined that if my boy shorts didn't already have a damp patch on them, it would only be a matter of time.
"It's like they were made just for my touch," he continued almost to himself as he cupped one in his hand and brushed his thumb over the nipple. "Pale, soft and yet firm with luscious rosy tips, begging for my mouth to taste them, and I intend to get my fill." His eyes flashed to my face. "Get on the bed, Bella."
The command in his voice made me scramble to do what he asked without hesitation. I only stopped long enough to rip the bedspread and the top sheet out of the way. There was no way that my boy shorts weren't soaked by now, and it occurred to me that he could probably see that as I moved, not to mention smell it on the air. Oddly enough, I didn't mind at all, on the contrary, I wanted him to know the effect he had on me, and it made me feel that much sexier. Edward had just the hint of a smirk on his beautiful mouth as he watched me. Once I was settled against the pillows, he slowly walked around the bed, his movements almost sinuous as if he were cat stalking his prey.
Standing at the foot of the bed, he studied me. "So lovely," he murmured.
There was no smirk on his mouth now, just a heat in his eyes that felt hot enough to burn the wet panties right off me. Catching the hem of his t-shirt, he pulled it off in one smooth motion and tossed it aside leaving him only in a pair of low slung jeans. A breath I no longer required caught in my throat. It had been so long since I'd seen the visual feast of his bare chest and the V of his hips and points south that my fingers tingled to touch him. By the bulge his jeans and the fact that tip of his cock was already peeking over the edge of his waistband, I could tell that he was fully aroused and hard.
How had I gone so long without being with him like this? I really must have been out of my mind for the last few weeks. I made a vow that I would never let it happen again. The need to touch him became overpowering, and I started to sit up so I could crawl across the bed to him but he stopped me.
"No," he said, his voice still commanding. "Stay there."
I reluctantly settled back against the pillows. "But I want to touch you," I said softly.
"Oh, don't worry, you'll get your chance," he all but growled at me. "Before I let you out of that bed I intend for you to touch me everywhere that's physically possible, but first things first."
His hands moved to the waistband of his button-fly jeans, which I assumed he had nothing on underneath as he usually went commando. As I watched, he slowly, almost painstakingly opened each button. When the last one was undone, his erection slid out to stand proud, tall and very hard.
"How could you doubt how much I want you?" he said softly as his hand moved to touch himself. "If you need any proof, you don't need to look any further than right here. The only reason I don't walk around with a hard-on for you every minute of the day is because I've had decades alone to work on my self-control."
Seeing him lightly stroking himself made it all but impossible to make my mouth form any words, so I just nodded and watched him with rapt fascination. Without conscious thought on my part, my own hand drifted down mimic him, as I touched myself through my very damp panties. I realized what I was doing when I saw his nostrils flare and his eyes followed the motion of my hand.
His eyes were black with desire and without another word from him, he shoved down his jeans and stepped out of them. The lower half of his body was no less a work of art than the top half had been. In fact, it was probably even better. Before I'd seen Edward naked for the first time, I'd never thought that I would find the male body and all its parts as anything more than just a simple variation of my own, but his body had blown that idea to pieces. He was, quite simply, beautiful.
His gorgeous face, with its smirking poet's mouth and wild bronze hair was impossible for anyone, including me, to resist.
The hard plains and muscles of his chest and abdomen.
The long, firm lines of his legs.
And most delightful of all, the smattering of bronze hair across his chest and the corresponding treasure trail that led to points south.
As for those points south, they were the absolute picture of virility. From the back, he had a butt that you could bounce a quarter off of. And, although I didn't really have much to compare him to, in my opinion, from the front, he was long, thick and very well endowed, not to mention utterly delectable.
Edward had climbed onto the bed and was now crawling toward me. Again, I felt a little like he was the predator and I was the prey, and I didn't mind one bit. When he got close enough, he picked my hand from where it was still brushing over my damp boy shorts.
With his eyes on mine, he lifted my hand first to his nose where he inhaled deeply, then he opened his mouth and licked the remaining arousal from my fingers. My whole body shivered as I watched him, and I heard myself whimper.
"Delicious," he said with a seductive grin. "And I bet it's even better right from the source."
I half expected him to remove my underwear, but he left them in place and moved up my body until our faces were level, and he proceeded to kiss me. I could faintly taste myself on his tongue and it only added to the eroticism of the moment.
He pulled back to look at me. "But first I have to taste those luscious breasts that were tempting me a few moments ago."
A gasp of anticipation went through me as his hand moved to caress and pinch the still hard nipple of one of my breasts while his head dipped down, and he wrapped his lips around the other nipple and sucked.
My whole body bucked, and I let out a little cry of delight at the sensation of him suckling, nipping and pinching my breasts. While we'd done something similar when I'd still been human, the feeling was much more intense now. Part of it was, of course, because my senses were so much more heightened, but I also thought it was because Edward was not holding back in fear of hurting me like he had when I'd still been human. My hand slid up to grip his hair, holding him in place at my breast.
After a moment, he pulled back and my nipple came out of his mouth with a little 'pop'. "You like that, hmmm?"
"Y … yes," my voice sounded breathless, which was quite a feat, since I didn't actually have to breathe.
The smirk was back on his lips. "Oh, love, that's nothing. You have no idea what I plan to do to you."
His lips descended to my other breast where he gave it a thorough suckling. I was so wrapped up in the feeling of his lips on my breast that it took me a moment to realize that one of his hands was traveling down my stomach and was sliding into the front of my boy shorts.
"Edward," I whimpered when I realized he was going to touch me without the cloth barrier between us. His fingers didn't actually need to go very far before he encountered evidence of my arousal.
Releasing my breast again he looked up at me. "You're so wet, love. Is that all for me?"
When his hand stilled and he only continued to look at me, I realized that he wanted me to actually answer him. I swallowed more out of reflex than anything and tried to form some kind of coherent response.
"I … uh, yes," I managed and the look in his eyes made me a little bolder. "I want … please … touch me."
He grinned at me and went back to lavishing attention on my breasts. As if he were waiting for something, his hand hadn't really moved inside my underwear, but I was almost desperate to feel him touch me more intimately, so I shifted my hips to encourage him in that direction.
"Someone's impatient," he murmured with a chuckle around my breast, the vibration adding a new level of sensation.
"Please, Edward …" I begged.
"Since you used the magic word …" he said continuing to tease my breasts with his mouth and his free hand.
The talented fingers of his other hand slid a bit lower inside my underwear, and he tapped them against my outer lips as if he were playing a piano. The idea he was playing my body as his instrument threw yet another log on the raging bonfire of desire that was already raging through me. Apparently, the tune he was playing came to some kind of crescendo because his fingers suddenly slid down and between my outer lips to rub the bundle of nerves between my legs that was all but weeping for his touch.
It only took two strokes of his finger against my sensitive flesh and him biting down hard on my nipple to have me crying out his name as my body exploded in a mind shattering orgasm. Where orgasms he'd given me as a human had been what I considered a ten on the one to ten scale, the one he'd just given me was about a 22 on the same scale, and he wasn't even inside me yet. I hope I survived the orgasms still to come … no pun intended.
"Well, that was fun," he said with a smirk as he withdrew his hand and watched me try to calm down and stop my body from shaking in the aftermath of the orgasm.
I managed what felt like a somewhat goofy smile. "You won't get any arguments from me, and if you give me a minute, I'll be ready and willing to return the favor."
He leaned in and kissed me long and hard. "Don't worry about it," he said a moment later. "You can have a turn at me soon enough, but right now, this is about you, and I'm not done tasting you yet."
Without waiting for a response, he crawled down my body, kissing his way over my chest and lower to my belly until he was settled between my legs, and his mouth hovered over my damp underwear.
"Hmmm, so good," he murmured as he inhaled deeply and his fingers toyed with the waistband of my boy shorts. "I think it's time we got rid of these, don't you?"
Again, the most I could manage was a nod. I assumed he was going to pull my underwear down and toss them away, but he surprised me yet again when he took hold of each side and yanked. In his hands, the cotton fabric ripped as easily as paper, and he pulled them off my body.
"Much better," he said tossing them aside. "Now, spread those lovely legs, so I can see how much you want this."
I did as he instructed, and I felt hyper aware of every air current in the room as it rushed over my newly exposed flesh. I suppose it should have made me self-conscious for him to see me so … intimately, but it didn't. Instead, his words made my whole body tingle. Letting him lead and telling me what to do was freeing in a way because I didn't have to think, and the best part was everything he'd done so far had been geared toward making me feel amazing, so it was a win-win for me.
He chuckled and rubbed his thumb lightly over my center making me shiver. "Hmmm, yes, I can see just how much you want it." His thumb was dripping with my arousal when he pulled it away from my body and slid it into his mouth. "Even better than I expected," he said. "But I want more, I need more."
With that, he leaned in and … and … well, my mind sort of went blank at that point due to the overload as orgasm after orgasm rolled through me. Edward's tongue and mouth and fingers, there were no words to really do them justice. In my mind, they were now going to be known as the Holy Trinity, because they were giving me the closest thing I'd ever had to a religious experience. When he put all three of them to use on me and in me, it was like my body, my soul, just every part of me was in a constant orgasmic state, one dove tailing onto another as he didn't let me come down from one before the next one slammed into me. The overload of sensation left me with only vague impressions of exactly what he was doing to me to provoke such a response.
The flat of his tongue lapping at me.
The point of his tongue flicking over me as his fingers slid in and out of me.
His lips literally sucking the arousal from my body like you would suck the juice from a very ripe peach.
All I knew for sure was that all of it felt good, no not good, good was too mild a word, earthshaking was closer, mind blowing was probably the best description. His name fell repeatedly from my lips like a curse, like a blessing … like a song. If I'd still been human, I was pretty sure I'd have been dead from heart failure over what he was doing.
Thank God I wasn't human any more.
But if I had been, wow, what a way to go. Talk about dying with a smile on your face.
Just when I thought that he couldn't improve on what he was already doing, his lips wrapped around my clit, and he sucked on it like he had on my nipple earlier while his fingers were curled deep inside me. Some hazy, barely functioning part of my brain wondered if he was also going to bite my clit like he'd bitten my nipple when he did exactly that.
And I heard myself scream.
I don't think I would even call what I felt at that point an orgasm. The word seemed so weak and pale compared to what I felt. I would liken the feeling more to a nuclear bomb going off in my body than a simple orgasm.
Reality began to return slowly. I hadn't passed out or anything, of course, as it was impossible for me to do that now, but my brain and my body had to take a moment to start working again like a stopped heart after it's been given an electrical shock.
I felt as languid and relaxed as I could remember being since I'd been changed. I was so out of it that it took me a second to figure out that my eyes were closed. I hadn't even remembered closing them. Forcing them open, I was greeted with the sight of Edward, still positioned between my legs, only now he was giving my sensitized flesh a respite. Instead, he was placing small butterfly kisses along the inside of both my thighs as he watched me with a very smug expression on his face.
"That was fun," I said echoing his earlier statement.
He laughed. "It was indeed."
Just has he had admired my laugh earlier, I catalogued his laugh as one of my favorite things as well. It was then I noticed something. "Why are you all wet?"
I was referring to the fact that liquid droplets were hanging from his hair, dripping off his nose and his face and chest had a sheen on them, as if he'd been sprayed down with water. I also noticed that the bed under me was also wet.
At my question, his grin only widened. "That would be your fault."
I felt myself frown slightly. "Me? How did I do that?"
"When you came the last time, you squirted all over me," he said, as he drew little patterns on the skin of my thigh.
I stared at him in disbelief. "I did? You're sure?"
He licked at some of the moisture around his lips. "Yes, I'm positive."
"I thought it was just a myth that women could do that."
"Apparently not," he smirked.
I was still a bit stunned by this little revelation. "I had no idea." Then I turned sheepish. "Well, sorry for getting you and the bed all wet."
He looked anything but upset that I had apparently all but hosed him down, in fact, he looked inordinately pleased with himself. "I'm not sorry, and don't you dare apologize again, I was actually hoping you could do it. And aside from the fact that you taste delicious, it was fun for me to find out that you most definitely can."
"Did you do something to get me to do it? Is there some trick to it?"
"A magician never reveals his secrets." He nipped lightly at my thigh. "Maybe if you are very good, I will demonstrate it again for you."
I smiled at him being all mysterious and sexy. "Well, then why don't you lie back, and I'll see what I can do to start earning those brownie points?"
"You say that like I'm done with you," he said as the heat and caveman Edward began crept back into his eyes.
"But you've done so much for me already, wouldn't you like me to … reciprocate?"
"What I really want …" he began, as he moved up so that his body was covering mine and his groin was cradled between my thighs. I could feel his erection hard and throbbing against my core. "…is to be inside you." Taking my hands in his, he raised them over my head to press them into the mattress. "I've been waiting to be inside you ever since your change, well, actually I've been waiting for it since I left you that morning…"
His voice trailed off and the confident, commanding caveman Edward vanished as his body sagged against me, his head dropped against my shoulder, and his arms went around me to grip me tightly. I knew that he was once again beating himself up for leaving me alone with Esme to go to New York the day that Victoria and Riley had attacked. Part of me wanted to smack him for feeling guilty over something he couldn't know was going to happen, and part of me wanted to comfort him. We both carried scars from what Victoria and Riley had done, and I could not discount or devalue his.
In the end, I decided to deal with the situation in the same way Edward had dealt with my melancholy earlier; I took the direct approach. I put my hands in his hair in what I knew he took as a comforting gesture. "Edward, look at me," I said trying to put as much firmness in my voice as I could manage.
Slowly, he lifted his head and looked down at me. "I'm sor…"
I covered his mouth with my hand. "No. You have nothing to apologize for, not for leaving me that morning, not for anything as far as I'm concerned. It's done, it's over. In this room, it's just you and me. This room is about healing and reconnecting, and most of all, both of us moving on from the past so we can look to a future that is full of limitless possibilities."
He looked into my eyes and slowly I saw his burden ease. He nodded. "Yes." His hand caressed my cheek. "Limitless possibilities."
I wrapped my legs tightly around him. "Make love to me, Edward. You're not the only one whose been waiting for you to be inside me." I lightly scratched the nape of his neck, a very sensitive spot on his body, and he shuddered in my arms. "Don't make either of us wait any longer. I want you so deep inside me that we can't tell where you begin and I end."
Tangling his hands in my hair, he leaned down and kissed me long and slow. I loved when he kissed me like that. It made me feel cherished and loved. When we finally broke apart, he looked down at me with so much love in his eyes it made my throat close up.
"I love you, Bella," he said softly.
"I love you, too," I managed around the lump in my throat.
Using our mutual declarations as a signal, Edward shifted his body and slid slowly inside me until he was fully seated within me. He didn't move right away, but that was fine with me, as I reveled in the renewed feel of him. From what I could remember when I was still human, it felt different to be with him now, but in a good way. Everything was more intense. He felt so big and hard inside me, and yet there was no pain, no discomfort, it was as if we were made to fit together. What I really felt at that moment was total sense of completion.
"There it is," I whispered reverently.
As for Edward, he groaned softly and closed his eyes. The expression on his face was almost blissful, and I had a feeling he was trying to gain some kind of control of himself. "God, Bella, you feel so good," he said softly.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and began to move, his motions were languid and unhurried. Our eyes met and held as he moved inside me, the depth of our emotion on clear display for the other to see. Sensation built upon sensation like a fire being slowly stoked as the friction of our bodies built to a peak until, cradled in each other arms, we both climaxed.
While it wasn't the blow the top of your head off kind of orgasm I'd had earlier, in my mind, it was better. The other one had been more physical than emotional, almost so big and explosive I couldn't process it. This one was physical too, but it was more emotional to the point of being almost spiritual, and in my mind, it served to highlight and strengthen the deep connection I had with Edward.
Afterward, we lay together on the bed; Edward had rolled us so that I was sprawled on top of him, and he was still inside me as he drew lazy circles on my back.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked me quietly.
"No much really, just enjoying the feeling of being with you again," I smiled up at him. "I feel delightfully used."
He smiled back. "You look delightfully used," he said trying to run his fingers through my hair which was now a tangled mess.
I tugged lightly at his hair. "We both do. Of course, on you it looks good."
He studied me. "Oh, I don't know, I think it looks pretty good on you too. Seeing your hair all tumbled and wild reminds me how it got that way."
"Sweet talker," I said with a snort. "But on that note, I'm feeling like I could use a shower." I smirked at him. "You want to join me?"
He smirked. "I think that's best offer I've heard in a very long time."
Carefully, I lifted my body off of him, and we both groaned at the loss as he slid out of me. Climbing off the bed, I waited for him to do the same. Then I surprised the heck out of him by throwing him over my shoulder as he'd done with me earlier.
"Bella! What are you doing?" He laughed. "Put me down, I'm too heavy for you to carry."
"Not with my newborn strength you're not. Now just be quiet and enjoy the ride, I won't be able to do this forever," I said, as I gave his butt a little smack and walked to the bathroom.
In response, he laughed all the way to the bathroom, where I set him down in the shower and turned on the water. "So, I was thinking," I began as we washed ourselves.
"Oh? Should I be scared?" he teased.
I slapped his chest. "Behave or I won't share my idea with you."
"Sorry." He laughed and rinsed shampoo from his hair. "Tell me all about your idea."
I smirked up at him, at the same time, my hand slid down to wrap around his erection that had never really gotten below half-staff since we'd come into the house. Just the touch of my hand had him going from half-staff to full-alert in a blink. That was something I found very interesting about male vampires, they could have marathon amounts of sex without much of any recovery time, and they never got tired.
Gripping his erection, I began to move my hand slowly up and down. "My idea was that it's about time I worked on that whole being good thing."
His eyes were half closed and his body was all but vibrating under my hand. "Well, who am I …" He groaned. "… to stand in your way …. when you have a good … make that a fabulous idea." He gasped. "God, Bella, I love your hands."
I chuckled. "Oh, I think I can do better than just my hands," I told him as I knelt down in front of him putting his erection at eye level as my hand kept stroking him. I looked up at him. "What's that old saying, 'When I'm good, I'm very, very good, but when I'm bad … I'm better?' Well, I'll let you be the judge."
I proceeded to make him as crazy as he'd made me earlier. As my hand continued its busy task, I placed open mouthed kisses along his length and then starting at his balls. I used the flat of my tongue to lick my way back up the same path to the tip of him where I sucked and laved the sensitive underside of the head with my tongue. By the time I pulled him into my mouth and started to bob my head over him, he had been reduced him to a cursing, growling mass as he looked down at me with dark, hooded eyes.
"Yes, Bella, don't stop."
I had no intentions of stopping. Interestingly enough, I found out that I didn't have much of a gag reflex, something which I was sure Edward would be happy about, and so I was able to take him almost all the way into my mouth as I toyed with his balls with my other hand.
His hands were pressed up against the opposite wall for some kind of balance as I worked him over, and I heard the tile beginning to crack as his hands dug reflexively into the wall.
"Bella, please," he begged. "I'm so close."
I let him drop from my mouth momentarily, but my hand kept stroking him. "Come for me," I said before taking him back in my mouth.
Just to send him completely over the edge, I tried something I'd read somewhere. While my mouth was busy sucking on him even harder, I used one hand to rub and gently push against the sensitive skin just below the base of his cock, and at the same time I slid my pinky finger inside his small puckered hole.
There was a crash somewhere behind me and my sweet, gentlemanly Edward, roared like the lion he was and proceeded to come in buckets, filling my mouth to bursting. Delighted with this turn of events, I swallowed every drop I could, and I now understood why he didn't seem to mind at all when I'd coated him with my own arousal earlier.
His body was still shaking from the violence of his orgasm as I gently licked him clean. I could have used the water still pouring from the shower to clean him, but I found my way more fun. After a moment, he pulled away slightly and leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.
"Too sensitive," he tried to explain, and I could relate. I'd felt the same way earlier.
Giving him a moment, I got to my feet. There were two fist sized holes in the tile where his hands had apparently broken the tile and gone right through the wall. Hmm, Esme was not going to be happy about that. I gave a mental shrug. We would fix it, and besides, it had been so worth it and right now, I was having too much fun to care. It was wonderful not to feel burdened down as I had these past weeks. I felt lighter and so happy I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't having the mother of all amazing dreams. No, scratch that, if I was having a dream, I never wanted to wake up.
As I waited for Edward to collect himself, I started to wash my hair. As I rinsed off the conditioner, I opened my eyes to find him looking at me. "What the hell was that?" he said in a tone that was stunned rather than unhappy. In fact, he looked anything but unhappy. Rather, he looked at me like I knew the secrets to the universe.
I liked that look.
In reply, I just smiled at him. "A magician never reveals her secrets either," I teased.
With a grin of his own, he descended on me and kissed me silly. Things got playful after that, and the rest of the shower was filled with laughter, sighs, giggles, gasps, groping hands, hungry mouths and tickling fingers. When the water finally started to get cold, we climbed out, dried off and began to put fresh sheets on the bed. I say 'began' because we didn't get any further than getting the fitted sheet before we gave up and started round two.
Or was it round three? Yes, I think round three if you counted the shower, which I most certainly did.
The theme continued to be playful, but we also threw in inventive and even a little kinky. I think we ended up trying about every sexual position either of us had seen or heard and for Edward, with the mental catalogue he'd probably stored up over the years, that was saying something.
Actually, I'm not entirely sure there were names for some of the things we did.
The only thing we didn't really try, beyond a little exploration and touching was anal sex. which we both decided might be something to think about for the future, but not right then.
The day had bled into night, and the night had nearly bled back into the next morning when we finally lay replete and tangled around each other.
"Esme's gonna kill us," I told him as I surveyed our surroundings. "First the bathroom shower and now the master bedroom. I wouldn't be surprised if Alice saw what happened, and Esme is already plotting our punishment."
As had been my prediction, okay, my hope, the bed was in a shambles. The frame and headboard were all but kindling. We were currently lying on the mattress that had long ago lost anything resembling sheets, and there were random holes in the fabric with bits of foam coming out. One of the dressers was smashed from when Edward had taken me up against it. A lovely arm chair was broken beyond repair after I'd straddled himin it. The plush, probably handmade area rug that covered the floor had a number of tears in it where it had been gripped by one or both of us when we'd made love on it. And to top things off, there were feathers everywhere from the somewhat raucous pillow fight we'd had earlier.
Edward chuckled. "She may bluster about it, but she won't punish us, she'll just use it as an excuse to redecorate everything. Of course, she'll probably make me pay for it, but it will be totally worth it. Plus, she'll be so happy that you're better and things are right between us again, that she won't really care." He stroked my hair as he talked. "We will, however, have to get a supply of new mattresses to use in the meantime though."
"Hmm, I suppose you have a point there. I do want to do something to repay her and Carlisle for lending us the island though." I stretched up and kissed his mouth. "It was definitely what we needed."
"Definitely," he said lightly kissing me back.
"Hey, by the way, you were SO holding back on me when I was still a human and we did this."
He grinned. "I think I mentioned that at the time. Was I wrong to do it?"
I snuggled against him. "No, there's no way I would have survived all this if was still human. I am curious though, since you hadn't been with anyone before me, did you learn all your 'moves' from what you saw in other people's minds?"
"Pretty much. In addition to having years alone to work on my self-control, I've had years to pick up tricks and ideas from those around me. I tried to tune them and others around me out for the most part when things got sexual, but there are times when I couldn't. I'm sure it will come as no surprise to you that the members of my family can be very … sexual. It's also a vampire thing, especially for mated vampires. At the time, I wished for a way to bleach my brain, but now I see that it will come in handy when I'm with you."
"So, let me guess who in your family is the worst. I'm guessing Emmett and Rose."
He laughed. "No, actually it's Alice and Jasper."
I giggled. "I think I could see Alice with her boundless energy, but Jasper? Really?"
"Jasper reads voraciously, mostly history and non-fiction, but he also slips in some very suggestive material, like the Kama Sutra, the Joy of Sex and so on to keep up with her. As for Alice, in addition to her energy, she's very … inventive."
"I guess it really is always the quiet ones," I laughed. "So, I assume Emmett and Rose are next?"
He sighed. "I can see why you think that, but no."
I sat up and looked at him. "CARLISLE AND ESME are second?"
"Yes, but please don't make me talk about it. Just imagine if you had images of Charlie and Renee locked up in your head."
I shivered a little and wrapped my arms around him. "Okay, yeah, I can see why that's all kinds of wrong."
"All I'm going to say is that Carlisle's medical training gives him a very special awareness of the female body, and Esme has a little dominatrix in her that he enjoys." Now Edward was the one to shiver. "Okay, ick, now I do need some brain bleach for even thinking about it."
I gave him a quick, hard kiss. "Is that better? I know it's not brain bleach, but I thought it might help distract you."
He smiled down at me. "Actually, that was infinitely better than brain bleach."
"So, why are Emmett and Rose at the bottom of the list? The way Emmett spouts, I figured they'd be at the top."
"Well, I think that overall, the probably have the most actual sexual encounters of everyone in the family, but it's not necessarily very inventive. Emmett has to be a little careful with Rose. While she knows he won't hurt her or do anything she doesn't want, and they do have a healthy sex life, the trauma she suffered when she was a human and the attitudes she had from that time sometime hold them back from doing more adventurous things. Emmett doesn't mind though. I think in his mind he got the hot girl, and he's all about the quantity." He grinned down at me. "And if you tell anyone anything I just told you, I will deny it until hell freezes over."
I smiled up at him. "My lips are sealed."
We laid quietly for a while longer and watched as the light from the pink morning sky splashed color over the demolished room. My mind was turning over an idea that I'd been playing with for the last few hours. I thought I knew how Edward would feel about it, but I wasn't 100% sure.
The fact that he sounded so contented made me smile. "There's something I'd like to do, but I don't know how you'll feel about it."
He chuckled. "I didn't think there was anything we hadn't done in the last 24 hours, but if you have a new suggestion, then I'm up for it." He grinned. "Pun absolutely intended."
I laughed and sat up. "If you could get your mind out of the gutter for a minute, I meant something non-sexual."
He shrugged. "My answer's still the same. I'm game for whatever you want to do."
Working up my courage, I told him my idea. "I want to get married, here on the island … soon. Like in the next couple of weeks or as soon as your family can get here and we can pull things together."
Seeing I was serious, he sat up and took my hand. "Really?"
"Yes, I don't want to wait any longer to be your wife."
I frowned a little at the long pause that followed. Edward hadn't said anything yet, and I couldn't read anything from his expression. "Unless you think it's too soon. I mean we could wait if you want or have the wedding someplace else, it's just that this place is so beautiful and well … say something."
Grinning like a loon, he hauled me into his lap and kissed me soundly. "Sorry, you just took me by surprise, but I love the idea."
"Absolutely, the sooner the better," he said, and now I could see the excitement growing in his eyes. "I hadn't said anything before now because of everything going on, and I didn't want to push if you weren't ready."
"Oh, I'm definitely ready." I cupped his face. "There's nothing I want more."
"Then let's do it."
I grinned at him. "Wait. Do you hear that?" I asked, holding my hand up to my ear as if I was hearing something far off.
He frowned in confusion. "What?"
"Somewhere Alice is screaming and has already started to plan the wedding."
As if on cue, from the depths of the house, we heard the satellite phone start to ring.
Author's Note: Epilogue to follow … you are cordially invited to the wedding of Edward Anthony Masen Cullen to Isabella Marie Swan.