A/N: Hello again! *waves* Well, I just want to say a huge THANK YOU to everyone who read part one and everyone who asked/begged/pleaded/demanded that I write more. I was overwhelmed by how well it was received. Here is your second installment :) And this is my warning: This chapter may not be for the squeamish :) There's some extreme citrus in here, folks. I had a blast revisiting these two and I simply wrote what they told me to. Hope you enjoy!


Soft lips against the back of my neck.

"I have to go, sweetness."

A gentle bite on my shoulder.

"Wake up and kiss me."

I rolled over onto my back, eyes still closed, my lips turned down in a pout. I heard a husky laugh close to my ear.

"Believe me, leaving you here in bed looking all delicious is the last thing I want to do. But, I need to go meet Emmett."

I finally opened my eyes to find Edward smiling down at me. He was fully dressed, his hair damp from the shower, his fuck-hot jaw clean shaven. I reached my fingers out and trailed them across his smooth cheek.

"Will they like me?" I asked in a quiet voice as our eyes met.

He captured my fingertips and pressed them to his lips. He knew exactly what I was talking about.

Edward's brother Emmett and his wife Rosalie got into town late last night. Emmett was coming to help Edward with a couple of snags they had ran into with the warehouse and apparently he hated leaving his wife at home, so she came along. Edward had informed me that Rosalie most likely agreed to come because they were both very curious about me. They knew he was seeing someone and that it had gotten really serious really quickly. We were having dinner with them tonight and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about meeting Edward's family. They were very important to him and I wanted to make a good impression.

"They're gonna love you, baby," he reassured me. "You really have nothing to worry about, I promise. Now, give me a proper kiss to hold me over until later."

His head dipped down and God, I really loved the way he kissed me. It was always more than just a meeting of lips and tongues. Edward's kisses were tender and possessive and drugging. They never failed to leave me wanting more. His tongue slowly worked its way into my mouth and, oh fuck, there was the tiny instrument of torture that I adored, my heaven and my hell. Edward delighted in teasing various places on my body with that evil little stud in his tongue; I loved every fucking second of it.

I was panting when he lifted his mouth from mine and - just because the smug bastard was fully aware of what it did to me - he tugged the sheet down and sucked my naked nipple into his mouth. He bit it not so gently and then flicked it with the stud before soothing the sensitive flesh with soft licks and kisses.

"Damn it, Edward, why do you do this to me just before you leave?" I moaned, my legs shifting restlessly beneath the sheets. Certain regions below my waist had definitely been awakened and I was throbbing in the most delicious way.

"Because now I know that you'll be thinking of me after I leave, Isabella."

"Cursing you, more like," I pouted.

"Probably." He grinned that damn sexy smile and my heart melted, like it always did in the face of this man's charisma.

"I have to go," he told me, pressing soft little kisses all over my cheeks and lips. "I'll pick you up at five."

Hold up. He thought he could just get me all worked up like that and then leave with no consequences? Screw that. My fingers slid stealthily under the sheets, down to the juncture of my thighs, and slipped into the wetness coating my pussy. I rubbed gently, trying to contain my gasp at the pressure against my sensitive clit, before I pulled my hand out from beneath the covers.

Edward lifted himself from the bed, but was stopped when I grabbed his shirtfront with my other hand. He raised his eyebrow at me and I tugged his face closer to mine. Thinking I wanted another kiss, he smiled and lowered his head, but I halted him and instead pressed my wetness against his lips. His nostrils flared immediately and I slipped my fingers into his mouth. He made that fucking sexy growly noise and I pulled away quickly.

"Now you'll be thinking of me after you leave," I told him with a smirk. "Have a nice day at work, dear."

I rolled over and snuggled under the covers, only to let out a surprised squeak when the he tugged them back and gave my bare ass a sharp smack.

"There will be consequences for teasing me, Isabella," he informed me, a devilish glint in his eye.

"Looking forward to it," I replied, looking back over my shoulder at him as I rubbed my abused posterior. Which was tingling nicely, come to think of it. Edward grinned and shook his head at me before leaving.

I laid there with a silly smile on my face, thinking of how much things had changed in such a short time. Fifty-one days, to be exact. Fifty-one days since Edward came into my life and turned it upside down.

I never thought I could ever fall so hard so fast, but he changed that. I hadn't just fallen for Edward, I had leapt off the cliff and plummeted down right alongside him. He had confided without hesitation that he'd never felt this way before either and that made me so happy. He fit so completely into my life, like the missing piece of a puzzle. My family loved him and my friends adored him. He had quickly became my best friend, my biggest supporter, my shoulder to cry on, my soul mate. He was the other half of me, and sometimes I still had trouble believing that he was real, that he was mine.

However, the twinges of fatigue in my nether regions reaffirmed the fact that he did indeed exist and took great pleasure in loving me thoroughly and quite often. Edward had introduced me to all manner of naughtiness and I deeply appreciated it.

All he had to do was give me a certain look and suddenly I was desperate to have him inside me. We'd fucked in every position both of us could think of and a few I hadn't even realized were possible until he showed me. Edward had unleashed my inner vixen; he made me bold and daring, unafraid to ask for what I wanted. He just knew me, my wants and my desires, better than I knew myself. At his urging, I had explored scenarios I'd never dreamed of pursuing before.

I'd been fairly sheltered, sexually, when we met. Not a virgin, but pretty damn close. I'd only been with three guys previous to him, and only had sex a handful of times between the three. Those experiences had been . . . sufficient, since I didn't know any different. Nothing earth-shattering, for sure. I never even knew the meaning of 'earth-shattering' until my first night with Edward. From that night on, he had opened my eyes to a whole new world, a world filled with the most intense pleasure I'd ever experienced. The depth of emotion that he wrung out of me with each orgasm never failed to astound me, no matter how many times it happened.

Thinking of everything that Edward had introduced me to of course made me remember my first lesson in anal play. Up until then, exploring something that most people labeled "taboo" hadn't really appealed to me. I'd certainly never thought to broach the subject with any of my previous partners. But Edward changed all of that. It had been about three weeks after we met, and it all began with a bubble bath. . .


"It's so unfair," I moaned, sinking deeper into the citrus-scented bubbles. "You have this huge, amazing tub and you never take advantage of it. I have a tiny one at my house that isn't even big enough for me to stretch my legs out."

Edward laughed, undoing the buttons of his shirt. He'd worked late and I had a pizza waiting for him when he got home. We'd eaten on his bed and told each other about our days. When I complained my back was sore from helping to move around some furniture at the doctor's office, he offered to draw me a hot bath with the stipulation that I had to share it with him.

"Well, it's true, I do prefer showers. Though, looking at you right now might change my mind, beautiful girl. I believe I might be acquiring a fondness for baths. Or you in the bath, at least," he said as he removed his shirt; his pants and boxer briefs were next. I tried not to let the drool escape my mouth as I gazed at his amazing body. "Now move over and make room for me."

I happily scooted forward and he slid in behind me, arms and legs on either side of my body. I leaned back against his solid chest, sighing in contentment as he gently rubbed my shoulders. We were quiet for a long while, simply relaxing in the hot water, before Edward's lips slowly began a lazy journey from my temple down to my jaw. He pressed soft, sucking kisses to my damp skin, making me squirm.

"Happy?" he asked in a low voice right next to my ear.

"More than I ever thought I could be."

I turned my head to gaze up at him and our lips met in a tender kiss that quickly turned heated. His hands stroked from my shoulders to my breasts and he squeezed and massaged both of them, pinching and pulling my nipples. He hooked his feet under my calves, pulling my legs wider apart, before biting at my bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth, teasing it with his stud. I moaned and my hands rose to cover his on my breasts before I urged one of them lower down my stomach to between my thighs.

"Do you want me to touch you, Isabella?" His voice was a dark whisper against the skin of my neck as his other hand continued inflicting exquisite torture on my aching nipple.

"Yes," I breathed. "You make me feel so good."

Edward's long fingers stroked between my legs, pressing and circling, entering me briefly before slipping out to lightly rub my clit. I squeezed my thighs as tight as my position would allow, trapping his fingers against me. Between the simultaneous attention he was paying to my nipple and my pussy, I felt like I could happily explode in not too long at all. Edward, however, had other plans. His hands retreated and he placed both of them on my hips, lifting me to my knees in front of him.

"Lean over and hold onto the edge of the tub," he told me, his lips pressing kisses to the small of my back before he sank his teeth gently into the top of my right butt cheek. I squirmed against the pleasurable sting and did as he asked, placing my palms on the raised end of the tub and arching my back. I looked over my shoulder at him.

"Now what?" I asked, raising one eyebrow.

Instead of answering, Edward picked up the sponge on the side of the tub and dunked it in the water. He raised it high and wrung it out above my body, chasing away the bubbles that clung to me. The gush of hot water washing over me felt so good. His hands soon replaced the bubbles, curving across my shoulders, down my back, over my hips and thighs. He reached beneath the water and grasped my right knee, lifting it and placing it on the edge of the bathtub. I was completely open to him in this position, my ass and pussy spread to his gaze.

"God, you are so fucking gorgeous," he murmured, his fingers sinking into my hips. His thumbs grasped my cheeks and pulled them slightly apart before squeezing them back together. I squirmed, pushing against him as best I could, desperate for a firmer touch to soothe the ache inside me.

"C'mon, Edward. Stop teasing me," I begged.

"Settle down, sweetness. I'm not teasing; I have every intention of making you come so hard you see stars."

I moaned at his words, then sighed happily when two of his fingers slipped beneath me and slid swiftly inside my drenched pussy.

"Mmm. . . Oh, that is much better," I gasped, swiveling my hips and slowly fucking myself on his fingers. With my knee bent to the side, the angle was perfect for him to reach all the places that set me on fire. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to sensation.

"Isabella." His firm voice invaded the haze of pleasure in my brain.


"Pay attention, baby."

"I am," I assured him. I looked back at him and the raw lust on his face made me tremble. His eyes had turned dark jade, which only happened when he was really turned on. I loved it.

Edward's fingers slipped from inside me and I made a sound of protest, but it quickly turned into a hiss of pleasure when he replaced them with his thumb. He thrust a few times in a circular motion and I moaned, pushing back against him, trying to force him deeper. But he simply pulled his thumb out, maddeningly slow.

I was about to chastise him again for teasing me, but the words got caught in my throat when he suddenly slid his wet thumb up higher and pressed it between my cheeks, right against my ass. My wide eyes met his and he gave me a slow and sexy smile.

"No one has touched you here before." It was a statement, not a question.

"No," I whispered, shaking my head.

"That pleases me."

He didn't invade me, just simply left his thumb pressed there. I couldn't decide if I liked the sensation or not. I didn't dislike it.

"Relax, Isabella," Edward murmured. "I promise I won't hurt you."

I nodded, my eyes never leaving his, and consciously relaxed my muscles, which had automatically tightened up at the first touch of his thumb. He slowly began rubbing very gently and I'll admit it, the slippery pressure did indeed feel good. His other hand rose and he slid his longest finger back inside my pussy as his thumb continued to press and circle against my hole.

And, oh my, that felt completely wicked, both of my most sensitive spots being stimulated by this man's dexterous hands.

And then Edward did what he knew drove me insane. He talked to me.

"God, your body is a fucking masterpiece. I love seeing you spread wide open like this, just for me. Only for me." He thrust his finger deeper while pressing just a bit harder with his thumb and my eyes rolled back in my head. "Your cunt is tight and so fucking hot; it makes me crazy when I'm inside you." I groaned, unable to hold his gaze anymore, and my head dropped down between my shoulders. "This gorgeous little virgin ass is all mine, isn't it, my naughty girl?" I nodded weakly; my whole body belonged to him and he knew it. Edward's voice was sultry and dark. "I'm utterly addicted to you, baby. I know where to touch you. I know what makes you feel good. Just trust me."

I nodded again as I felt him shift in the tub; my trust in him was unwavering.

I wasn't prepared for the shock of his hot, wet tongue replacing his thumb. Then again, I don't think I could have prepared for it. He licked me gently at first, lapping and teasing lightly. I instinctively pushed back just a bit - my surprise swiftly eclipsed by my need - and was rewarded with broad strokes of his tongue. If I thought his evil little stud felt amazing against my nipples and my pussy, it was nothing compared to this. Streaks of heat raced through my stomach before settling into my throbbing sex. The sensation of his wet, velvety tongue, coupled with the erotic image in my head of exactly what he was doing to me had me aching and tingling and I wanted more.

"Oh, God. . . Mmmm. . . Edward," I sighed, feeling like a wanton slut as I thrust myself back against his mouth, practically begging for more of his probing tongue. He didn't disappoint. He raised his hand – the one that wasn't occupied inside me – and gently pulled me open wider, giving him more access. His tongue was sensual and sinuous and I was quickly losing my mind. My thighs began to tremble, my breath came in stuttering gasps and pants.

"Touch yourself, Isabella," Edward whispered, his hot breath bathing my wet flesh before he resumed the delicious torture that he was so very good at inflicting upon my body.

I lowered my chest so that I rested on one elbow, making it easier to reach my pussy. Edward's slippery fingers met mine and I hissed as we both rubbed my swollen clit. He fucked me with his long middle finger, and it felt amazing, yet not enough at the same time.

"Do you want my cock, baby?" he asked and I nodded frantically, so relieved that he understood my need. I was desperate for him to fill me deep and hard.

I was sad to feel his mouth leave me, but pretty positive we'd be exploring more of that in the future. Edward stood in the bath tub behind me and helped me to stand as well, placing my right foot on the ledge where my knee had been. He urged me to bend at the waist and put one hand on the wall in front of me before he guided my other hand back between my thighs. I moaned when he slid his hard cock along the crevice of my ass a few times, spreading my cheeks so I could feel his balls rest against my most sensitive places. He knew how much I loved that; they were so big and heavy and just the epitome of all things male, pressing against everything that made me his opposite. Male and female. Solid cock and heated balls imprinting on a wet pussy that was open and eager to receive him. The sensation always filled me with the most primitive arousal.

His thumb dipped inside my slit, gathering my wetness, before he teased my ass again, rubbing and pressing.

"One day I'll fuck you here," he told me. "And you'll love it. But, right now I need to be inside that hot little cunt."

His dick slid into my swollen pussy in one deep thrust and I cried out, overwhelmed by the fullness stretching me.

"Oh, baby. You feel so fucking good," he praised as he set a steady rhythm. "Touch yourself while I fuck you, Isabella. I want you to come all over my cock."

Well, who was I to deny him? My fingers worked frantically between my legs, rubbing and pinching my clit while he continued to slam into me, and there was just no better feeling in the world. I was thisclose to coming and he fucking knew it. He pressed his thumb harder against my ass, slipping it just a little bit inside before retreating, then pushing in again. His penetration was shallow but, holy cow, that's when the stars fucking aligned. Between his cock, his thumb, and my own fingers, I didn't stand a chance.

"Oh. . my. . GOD!" I screeched as I came violently, my whole body shaking. I felt like a rag doll, boneless and loose, as Edward steadily fucked me. If I thought he'd be satisfied with taking only one orgasm from me, I was wrong. Just when I began to regain my senses, he slid his thumb deeper into my ass - penetrating it in earnest now, aided by my wetness - and changed the angle of his thrusts. My eyes widened and I let out a hoarse scream when I came a second time, both my pussy and my ass convulsing around his invasion.

"Ahhhhh, yeah, that's it," he growled behind me. He gave a couple more hard thrusts, his fingers digging almost painfully into my hip, before he shuddered mightily, pulsing and spilling inside me. My supporting knee buckled and I'm pretty sure I blacked out for few seconds, but Edward held me upright.

I don't actually remember leaving the bathroom; the next thing I was aware of was being cradled in Edward's arms on the edge of the bed, a towel secured around me. My body was still twitching with aftershocks and I had absolutely no strength in my limbs.

I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me, concern etched in his handsome features.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his fingers cupping my cheek.

I nodded, unable to find my voice yet.

"I wasn't too rough?"

I shook my head.

"That was intense, huh?" he said with a smile, a touch of smugness definitely present. If I'd had the strength I would have rolled my eyes at him.

Edward stripped the towel from me and we both slid naked beneath the blankets. He knew that I liked being held after we made love, and I sighed with contentment when he wrapped his big body around me from behind. I felt protected and cherished. Oh, and thoroughly fucked. Let's not forget that.

I was also curious.



"Have you done. . . that a lot before?"

"That. . .?" I heard the laughter in his tone.

"Anal sex," I clarified even though I knew that he knew what I meant and he just wanted to hear me say it.

"I wouldn't say I've done it a lot, no."

"How did you know I'd like it?"

"Because I know your body, Isabella. As thoroughly as I know my own. You're so fucking responsive, so sensitive. But, beyond that, I need to claim you in every single way I can, and I know that you thrive on that. It's in your nature, sweetness. You love being owned, being possessed."

"Only by you," I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes because the connection I felt with this man was staggering and, at times, overwhelming. Sometimes I felt like I only existed because he did.

Edward must have heard the emotion in my voice because he turned me in his arms so we were face to face. I wanted to hide against his neck, but he made me look at him, his hands framing my face.

"Of course only by me," he fiercely assured me. "I'll give you the world, baby, but I'll never let you go. I can't. I warned you the first night we spent together. You are mine. We fulfill each others needs; mine to claim you, and yours to be claimed. Nobody else will ever understand, and nobody will ever come between us. For life, Isabella."

For life, indeed. I wish I had the courage to tell him how irrevocably in love with him I was, and had been since that first night together. Why was I such a coward?

I was shaken out of my memories by the ringing of my cell phone. I knew it was Edward; I'd set a special ring tone for him.

Never had much faith in love or miracles
Never wanna put my heart on the line
But swimming in your water is something spiritual
I'm born again every time you spend the night

Gotta love Bruno Mars, right? I reached my hand out to scoop the phone off the nightstand and answered with a smile on my lips.

"Miss me already?"

"Always. Are you still in bed?"

"Yep, taking advantage of my day off. I plan on being very, very lazy."

"Must be nice, sweetness," he said with a laugh. "Listen, I have a request for tonight."

"A request?" I was intrigued.

"Mmm hmm." His voice dropped lower and I tingled with awareness. He usually only spoke to me in that tone of voice when he was up to something naughty.

"Tell me," I urged him.

"You know that dress you're planning on wearing to dinner tonight?"

"The red one?"


"What about it?"

"I don't want you to wear anything underneath it."

I gulped.


"Nothing," he affirmed.

I thought about the dress in question. It was a halter style with built-in support so I really didn't need a bra. The skirt flared out from beneath the belted waist and ended just above my knees. It wasn't a style that would easily give away whether or not the wearer was sporting panties underneath..

"Any special reason why you suddenly have this request?" I asked him.

"Several reasons, actually, but first and foremost because I love knowing your pussy is naked while everyone around us remains oblivious."

I had to take a deep breath before I answered him.

"I will comply with your request if you promise to behave. It would be slightly embarrassing to meet your brother and sister-in-law for the first time with wetness dripping down my thigh, ya know?"

"Mmmm, baby, now I'm picturing that and I'm as hard as a rock," he murmured. "I love how your body reacts to me. Are you wet right now?"

"As a matter of fact I am. Not only because of the state you left me in, but before you called I was remembering our bubble bath."

I heard him groan. Yeah, no explanation was necessary on that one.

"Ok, we need to stop. Between the taste of you on my tongue and knowing that you're turned on right now because you were thinking of the first time I played with your hot little ass. . . I'm a danger on the road right now, Isabella."

"You started it!" I accused with a laugh.

"And I'll finish it, I promise, but it will have to wait until later. Remember my request. I'll see you at five."

"See you then, baby."

I did indeed spend the day being pretty lazy, though I managed to get a few chores done around my house. At half past three I took a long shower and then dried and flat-ironed my hair. I didn't usually straighten it because it was pretty time consuming, but I made the extra effort tonight. I teased the roots just a little bit and parted it down the middle so it hung straight and shiny, framing my face. After doing my make-up – mostly natural with just a hint of smoky eyeshadow - I stood in front of my lingerie drawer, contemplating. I didn't have an issue going sans underwear. I'd done it before. But my body's natural reaction to Edward was a whole other story. I finally decided to stash a pair of panties in my purse; I could put them on later if he didn't behave.

I donned the pretty halter dress that Alice had helped me pick out and was just slipping into a pair of black strappy sandals when I heard the side door slam. Edward never bothered knocking anymore since I'd given him a key.

"Back here, baby!" I called to him from the bedroom

He appeared in the doorway and, damn, my man looked fine. Snug charcoal slacks, navy cashmere sweater and black leather shoes. His hair was just a bit wild and there was a shadow of stubble on his strong jaw. Sex on two legs, let me tell you.

"Hey, handsome," I practically purred as I walked towards him. I could smell his cologne - Acqua di Gio - and it did things to me. I wondered how far into the evening I'd make it before going for the panties residing in my little black clutch.

"You look gorgeous, Isabella," he told me, taking my hand and tugging me close to him before wrapping his arms around me. His lips met the side of my neck and his warm breath washed across my skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. He pulled back and his eyes met mine as he slid his hand down my thigh and then back up under my dress. I gazed at him steadily as his fingertips brushed the soft, trimmed hair of my naked pussy; I saw heat flare up in the emerald depths when he discovered I had complied with his request.

"That's my girl," he said huskily, his thumb lightly stroking against the tender cleft sheltering my clit.

"Remember my condition," I breathed. "You need to behave. I'm nervous enough meeting your family, I don't need anything embarrassing to happen."

"You have nothing to be nervous about, baby. Everything will be fine. But, if you insist, I will behave," he told me with a sexy pout as he pulled his hand out from beneath my dress. "Are you ready to go?"


We arrived in Port Angeles quickly, and before I knew it Edward was guiding me to the front door of a quaint little Italian restaurant. I took a deep breath as we stepped inside.

Edward scanned the interior, waving off the overeager hostess as he found what he was looking for.

"There they are," he murmured, tugging me in the direction of a corner table occupied by a striking couple.

I'd seen a few snapshots that Edward had on his computer, but seeing Emmett and Rosalie in person really did give me pause. He was big and muscular, his dark curly hair cropped short, deep dimples visible as he smiled at our approach. He nudged his wife, causing her to look up from the wine list she was perusing. Rosalie was. . . well, she was absolutely stunning, with long, wavy, blond hair and piercing violet eyes. She could give any Sports Illustrated cover model a run for their money, and I suddenly felt plain and dowdy.

Emmett stood immediately as we neared the table and came around to pull his brother into a hug.

"Hey, man, good to see ya!"

"You too, Em," Edward replied with a grin. It was so easy to see the affection he had for his family. "This is Isabella Swan. Baby, this is my brother Emmett Cullen and his wife Rosalie."

I smiled and held out my hand to Emmett first, but he surprised me by engulfing me in a hug. Man, he was huge.

"So great to finally meet you!" Emmett said when he released me. I liked his easy-going manner immediately. He turned to the beautiful blonde who hadn't spoken yet. "This is my Rosie."

I held out my hand to her as well and she shook it firmly, an appraising look in her eyes.

"Pleasure to meet you, Isabella," she said coolly, and I got the impression she was sizing me up.

"You too, Rosalie," I replied just as politely.

Edward and I sat down across from them and a waiter approached to ask what we'd like to drink. We settled on a bottle of red wine and Emmett and Edward starting getting caught up on family stuff and details about what they needed to do at the warehouse. I didn't feel left out, not with Edward's hand resting on my thigh and the heated looks he regularly sent my way. I added to the conversation when I could, asking a few questions about their family and just trying to relax and get to know these people who were so important to the man beside me. I found Emmett to be really funny and nice, if a bit hyper. He kinda reminded me of an overgrown teenager. Or maybe a huge puppy.

Rosalie was. . . well I hadn't really came to any solid conclusions about her yet. She interacted easily with the guys and it was plain to see that she loved Emmett immensely. She and Edward seemed to have a brother/sister type relationship. They teased each other a lot. To me, she was achingly polite, almost to the point of rudeness, but not quite. There was something holding her back from relaxing with me and I didn't know what it was.

We had just finished our calamari appetizer – truthfully I hadn't eaten much of it because my stomach was still a ball of nerves - when Rosalie stood and announced she needed to visit the ladies room.

"Will you join me, Isabella?" she surprised me by asking.


I went to follow her, only to be stopped by Edward's hand on my arm. I raised my eyebrow at him in question, but he simply pulled me closer and planted a kiss on my lips before releasing me without a word. I rolled my eyes at him a little bit but couldn't help smiling at his actions. We really had problems keeping our hands off each other. I made my way to the ladies room.

Rosalie was waiting for me, leaning against the fancy little vanity. It appeared we were the only two people in there.

"So, Isabella. How much do you really care for my brother-in-law?"

I bristled immediately. Why the hell was she questioning my relationship with Edward?

"I care for him very much. Not that it's any of your business," I told her.

"I disagree. He is my family, so therefore, it is my business."

"What's your problem, Rosalie?"

"My problem is money hungry little wenches who see dollar signs when they look at Edward."

I gasped, completely insulted. She thought I was after Edward's money?

"Are you serious?" I asked her incredulously. "I couldn't care less about his money! I have a great job, Rosalie, and I own my own house. I manage my money well and I can take care of myself quite comfortably, thank you very much. Edward's bank statement holds no interest for me at all."

"Oh, come on. You guy have known each other, what? A couple of months? He talks like you're already friggin married, like you're his fate or his destiny or something! I call bullshit. Now, what I want to know, is what the hell you're really after."

My hand shook with the need to just really give her one good slap across her perfect face. I honestly was not a violent person by nature, but this blonde bitch was asking for it. I willed myself to calm down and then took a step closer. Our faces were only inches apart.

"Listen to me well, Rosalie," I requested in a steely voice. "I'm going to tell you this one time and one time only. That man out there means more to me that anyone else on this earth. It doesn't matter that we only met, it doesn't matter that he's rich and successful. I wouldn't care if he was a burger flipper or a plumber. What matters is the way we feel about each other. I was really surprised and actually sort of scared when I realized how quickly I'd fallen for him, but he feels the exact same way and he helped me to realize what's important. He is my everything. It would have been nice if you and I got along, seeing as we're bound to be around each other from time to time, but don't think for even a second that there is anything false in my feelings for Edward. The next time you dare to put your nose where it doesn't belong, or question my motives for being with him, you will find yourself short a few teeth, courtesy of my fist. We on the same page here?"

Rosalie was completely silent, her violet eyes shrewd as she digested my words. I was just about to turn on my heel and walk away from her when, unbelievably, she broke into a huge grin.

"Well, halle-fucking-lujah!" she exclaimed, and shocked me even more when she pulled me into a hug.

What. The. Fuck?

"Isabella, I'm so sorry for every nasty word I said!" Rosalie began, and now that I really looked at her I could see that she was talking to me with candid emotion in her eyes, not the polite mask she'd worn at the table. "It's just that Edward is like a brother to me. The last relationship he was in? Tanya was only after his money. I was so fucking relieved when he caught her getting her nasty groove on with another guy. She was all sweetness and angelic to his face, but none of the rest of the family could stand her. We didn't say anything to him because he seemed happy. However, I can honestly say that I have never witnessed him being as happy as he is with you. You should hear the way he talks about you! And seeing you two together, even in as short a time as I have? It's just so obvious that you're meant for each other. Please, please, please forgive me? I really just wanted to be sure, because he deserves the best. And I definitely think you're it."

My head was reeling. Apparently I had passed some sort of a test? I opened my mouth to say something, only to be cut off by her.

"And I'd really love it if we could be friends. Because, like you said, we're going to be seeing a lot of each other from here on out. Can we start over?"


"Please, call me Rose. Emmett calls me Rosie, but all my friends just call me Rose. We will be friends, won't we?"

"I'd like to be friends with you," I said slowly. "But, Rose, please don't do that again, okay? Only honesty from here on out?"

"Cross my heart," she affirmed. "Oh, and just to let you know? I totally get the whole falling-hard-and falling-fast-thing. Maybe it's just something about the Cullen men, but Emmett and I got married after only dating for four months. Shit, he proposed after only two weeks! Crazy, but we knew right from the very beginning. That was five years ago and it just keeps getting better and better. So, I knew what you meant when you said you were scared, but those two guys put there? They know what they want and they make sure they get it. Resistance is futile."

I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. My emotions had been all over the place today and now? Being on the verge of bitchslapping someone only to find out she was a kindred spirit who knew exactly what I was going through? The laughter was a release.

"This is surreal," I giggled when I finally calmed down. "I was literally ready to slap you across the face five minutes ago."

"Hey, I'm the first to admit that I can be a supreme bitch, but it was really hard to keep up the charade! You just seemed so lovely and nice, but I had to be sure." Rose said, laughing right along with me. "Isabella-"

"Please," I held up my hand, "it's just Bella. Edward is the only one that gives me my full name, and while I love the way it sounds from him, it's weird to hear someone else say it."

"Bella, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," Rose said with a smile.

And I totally agreed.

"Well there you two are!" Emmett exclaimed when we returned to the table. "I was just about to come and check to make sure no one fell in."

I felt Edward's eyes on me as I sat down next to him. His hand immediately sought mine out beneath the table.

"Everything okay?" he murmured right next to my ear.

"Everything is fine, baby," I told him, dropping a soft kiss on his lips.

We were interrupted by the arrival of our food and I found that I was suddenly ravenous for the plate of fettuccine set in front of me.

Dinner was a relaxed and enjoyable affair after that. Rose and I both had the same alcohol tolerance, it seemed, which was very low indeed. Two glasses of wine and we were giggling and gossiping like teenagers while the guys simply laughed at us. Rose came clean with them about what had happened in the ladies room, and her re-telling of it sent me off into more gales of laughter. She seriously cracked me up. Emmett and Edward just shook their heads at her, used to her antics by now, I suppose.

Edward mostly behaved, but his hand did wander very high up on my naked thigh a few times beneath the table. I was tipsy enough that I didn't try very hard to stop him. The panties stayed stashed in my purse. Plus, now that I was so much more comfortable around Rose and Emmett, I wasn't worried about embarrassing myself in front of them. They actually had a hard time keeping their hands off each other as well. Rose was a touchy-feely drunk, it seemed, and Emmett loved it. Edward and I were witness to lots of groping, whispering, and kissing. Thank goodness our table was mostly private in a corner because he and I weren't much better. The Cullen men apparently shared the same sky high libido; Rose and I were damn lucky girls.

I was genuinely sorry to see the night come to an end, but as we hugged goodbye Rose and I made plans to meet the next day after I was finished with work. The guys would be working late, so we decided to grab a bite to eat together. I was looking forward to it and also decided to call Alice and invite her to come along. I had a feeling Rose and Alice would hit it off.

When we arrived back in Forks, Edward asked me to stay the night at his place. We hadn't spent a night apart since we met and usually split our time between his bed and mine, depending on what was going on that day. I was more than happy to take him up on his invitation. Even though my sheets and pillows now carried his scent, there was just something about being in his arms, in his bed, surrounded by him.

He'd long ago stocked his bathroom with my favorite shampoo, body wash, and toiletries, so there was no need for me to go home and get anything.

I slipped my shoes off before following him into his bedroom where I found him waiting for me with his hands on his hips, his expression stern.

I raised my eyebrow at him, silently questioning.

"It has come to my attention, Isabella, that you have yet to receive a punishment for your actions this morning."

"My actions?" I asked, walking towards him, doing my best to appear completely innocent. "Could you please define that? I'm afraid my memory fails me."

As if. I knew exactly which actions he meant. This was going to be fun.

"I'm speaking of you purposefully tormenting me this morning. Do you know how miserable it is to drive to work with an erection as hard as a fucking iron bar?"

"Aww, poor baby," I commiserated, trailing one finger down his hard chest.

"Poor baby, indeed."

"Shall I kiss it? Make it better?" Please, please please.

"Oh you'll definitely be kissing it, sweetness. Thoroughly. I had the taste of you on my tongue for hours. I could barely concentrate; all I could think about was sinking my mouth into your sweet little cunt. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Not a thing. I willingly admit to my crimes. The question is, what will my punishment be?"

Edward's hands left his hips and curled around my waist, pulling me firmly against him, kissing me roughly and deeply. I could feel the steeliness of his cock through the measly layers of clothing separating us. He slid his palms down over my ass, squeezing roughly, before delving underneath my dress. I knew what he'd find. My wet, swollen pussy, eagerly awaiting his attention.

"My, my," he drawled, dragging his finger down my slit. "It appears you actually are in danger of having wetness dripping down your thigh, my sweet Isabella."

"It would appear so," I answered softly, my eyes never leaving his as he gently rubbed my clit with two fingers. God, when he was so achingly tender like this it drove me crazy.

"However, I have plans for this gorgeous fucking body. Come with me."

He withdrew his hand a led me over to padded bench at the end of his bed, the one that held the spare sheets and blankets.

"Kneel on it, Isabella. Face the bed."

I did as he asked, my excitement growing with each second. Edward had playfully spanked me before, like this morning, but I had a feeling this was going to be something different.

He placed my hands on the bed so that I was bent at the waist, knees spread. I felt his calloused fingertips slowly push the skirt of my dress up around my waist, baring my nakedness to him. I was staring straight ahead at his wrought iron headboard, the one that he'd tied me to with silk scarves four nights ago. Just thinking of that had me trembling with anticipation. I really never knew exactly what he would do next and I fucking loved that.

"You asked me for a reason why I wanted you bare beneath this dress. I told you I had several. This is one of them. All day long I have been thinking of bending you over and feasting my eyes on your delectable ass. Did you know that when I fuck you from behind, it's perfectly shaped like an upside down heart? I won't ever get enough of it."

Oh, God. He knew what the dirty talking did to me.

The next thing I knew, he was spreading my cheeks wide open with his hands and delving his tongue between them, licking me quite thoroughly from the bottom of my slit all the way up my ass. Just one long, slow, lick, that was all, but it had the ability to completely set me on fire inside.

"Ahhh," I moaned breathily, my fingers clenching the fabric of his comforter tightly.

"I know how much you love that," Edward whispered darkly against the small of my back. "You responded beautifully the first time I did it, sweetness, just like I knew you would. I can't even tell you how much it turns me on, knowing that I get to bring pleasure to this beautiful body in ways that no one has ever tried before. I fucking adore your willingness to explore everything with me."

"Edward," I sighed. "You're killing me here, baby." And he really was. God, the way this man talked to me. . . I could feel wetness running freely down my leg now, my nipples were as hard as ice, and I was simply aching with the need to be touched my him.

"Patience. We'll get there, I promise. But, first, stay right where you are."

I felt his presence leave from behind me, but he was back only a few moments later. His hand slowly caressed my skin, rubbing gently over my naked cheeks. I let out a squeal when I suddenly felt chilled liquid dribble down my cleft.

"Relax, baby. It's just lube," Edward said, rubbing the slippery fluid all around my hole. I moaned when he gently slid one fingertip inside. We had explored anal play a lot since that first bubble bath and every time it just seemed to get better and better. The first time he'd fucked me there, I didn't think I'd ever recover from the overwhelming sensations. To say I'd liked it was an understatement.

"We're going to try something new, Isabella. You'll like it, I promise."

Before I could ask what, I felt something very smooth and cool against my ass. It entered me slowly, narrow, then wider, then narrow again. It was a plug. We'd never used one before, but I knew about them. It felt different from Edward stretching me, but oh so nice.

"Fuck, I think that's the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen," Edward breathed harshly. He tugged on the plug just a little bit and I groaned, pushing back against it.

"Now, about that punishment," he murmured and about two seconds later I felt the heat of his palm spanking first my left cheek and then my right in quick succession.

Words cannot even fucking describe how amazing that felt. Spread open, breached by the plug, his hands conjuring up a tingling, stinging, warmth? No fucking words. I moaned loudly and was rewarded with two more strikes, these ones both closer to where the plug stretched me. They didn't really hurt, just a tiny bit.

"Oh, God!" I cried out, unable to stop myself. "Mmm, more, baby. Please," I pleaded shamelessly. Edward rubbed his hand soothingly over the warm and sensitive skin of my ass, before delivering another slap to each cheek. I squealed, trembling all over. He grasped the end of the plug and slowly worked it in and out of me just a little bit.

"Crawl up the bed, Isabella. Turn and face me."

I made my way towards the pillows on shaky knees, completely aware of the plug invading me, and of the fact that the skin of my behind was warm and tingling. All of it made me feel so alive. Moving was pure, delicious torture, but I managed. I faced him on my knees, breathlessly waiting for his next instructions.

He watched me silently as he stripped out of his clothes and I really did try not to drool. My man was gorgeous.

"Take off your dress, sweetness."

I slowly slid the zipper down my back and pulled the dress over my head, tossing it to the side of the bed. Edward shed the last of his clothes and joined me, mirroring my position. We were knee to knee, our bodies only inches apart. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me with unmeasurable tenderness, his tongue tasting and teeth gently nipping. He tasted like heaven and sin and fire, and I lost myself in that kiss, forgetting the naughtiness that had brought us to this moment. This was just me and my Edward, the love of my life. He just made me feel so much. I felt like my heart was overflowing, ready to explode, and suddenly I just couldn't keep it inside anymore.

I wrenched my face away from him, breathing roughly.

"Isabella, what's wrong?" In a split second he went from dark and sensual to protective and worried. Concern was clearly visible in his jade eyes and I loved him all the more for it.

"Edward. . . I. . ." I frantically searched for the right words.

"What is it? Does it hurt?" His hand dropped to my hip, but I shook my head. Truthfully, I'd forgotten about that little bit of debauchery.

"I need to tell you. . . ."

"What, baby? Whatever it is, just tell me, because I'm about to start freaking the fuck out here."

An involuntary giggle escaped me at the thought of my Edward freaking out; my Edward who was almost always in control, unless he was buried deep inside me and on the verge of erupting.

I brought my fingers to his face, caressing his strong jaw and running my thumb over his sensual lips. He clasped my hands, holding them to him.

"I love you," I whispered, looking him straight in the eye.

He didn't react for half a second, but then his eyebrows rose and the most glorious smile spread across his beautiful face. I only got to enjoy that smile for a moment before his lips came crashing into mine and he kissed me within an inch of my life.

When he finally lifted his mouth from me, I found myself crushed against his chest, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I ran my fingers through his tousled hair, waiting for him to say something, still amazed at myself for finding the courage to finally tell him.

"Baby," he breathed, finally pulling back and meeting my eyes. "I love you, too. So fucking much."

I grinned, tears welling up in my eyes, and then his mouth found mine again. Edward lowered me to the bed and that was when I remembered the naughty little invader between my cheeks. I burst out giggling and he raised up on one elbow to smile down at me.

"What's so funny?"

"I just realized that I told you I loved you for the very first time with a sex toy in my ass."

Edward threw his head back and laughed deeply.

"Well, we really haven't followed tradition, have we? Why start now?"

"Exactly. Where's the fun in that?" I asked with a smile. He turned serious, his fingertips gently brushing my hair back from my forehead before pressing his lips there.

"I really do love you so much, Isabella. You make me so happy, and I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, too."

"You already make me happy, Edward. You're all I need. Although. . . ." I trailed off suggestively. His eyebrow rose at me. "You know what would make me really happy?"


I leaned up so my lips were right next to his ear.

"If you fucked me really hard right now. I'm aching for you, baby."

Then there was no more talking. He lowered his body to mine until we were touching all over. My legs naturally fell open to cradle him between them and I felt the thick, blunt, head of his cock rubbing through the wetness he found as he continued to kiss me almost savagely. My hands spread across his broad back, pulling him closer, desperate to be joined with him. Edward's mouth left mine and he licked and sucked a path down my throat and across my collarbone before pulling one of my nipples roughly into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue stud.

All of a sudden I was rolled so that I ended up on top, straddling him. My eyes widened as the movement caused the plug to edge deeper.

"Mmmm, God, Edward. . . You're driving me crazy," I groaned.

"Will you fuck me with that inside you?"

"Yes," I answered breathlessly, beyond excited by the idea.

Edward shifted and his hands grasped my hips, raising me up. I reached down and stroked his cock, lining him up with my entrance. We both moaned as I sank down on him.

"God, that's so fucking good," he murmured huskily, one of his arms wrapping tightly around my waist to anchor me to him. He slid his other hand beneath me and gently rotated the plug. I whimpered, almost overwhelmed by the feeling of being so completely filled.

"Yes, yes," I encouraged breathlessly as I moved upon him faster. My hand slid down between us and I stroked my clit roughly, pressing and circling. I was right there, sensations closing in on me from every side.

"Come, baby," Edward urged. "I need to feel you."

He sank his teeth into my nipple and that's all it took. I came and came and came, crying out hoarsely, shaking and trembling. Through it all, Edward held me tightly, with hot kisses and tender words against my neck. I dimly felt him pulsing and jerking inside me and I sank my teeth briefly into his shoulder, claiming him while aftershocks ran through my exhausted body. He was breathing heavily, his fingers tightly digging into my hips.

"Holy Moly," I sighed, just collapsing completely on top of him; I'm pretty certain there were no bones in my body at the moment.

Well, maybe one bone, actually, belonging to the gorgeous man underneath me.

"I never want to move," Edward groaned.

"Let's never move."

That lasted about another two minutes but then I got a leg cramp and was again reminded of the other intruder in my body.

"Can you take that out?" I softly requested. Edward nodded and very gently slipped the plug from my body.

We took turns cleaning each other up and then Edward led me to bed, pulling me as close to him as possible. I rested just under his chin with my leg thrown over both of his.



"When did you know?"

"That I loved you?"

"Mmm hmm."

"I never really had a revelation. It was always just there, ya know? Growing."

"Always growing," I agreed dreamily. "You're quite lovable, ya know."

"Am I?"

"Oh, yes."

"You're pretty lovable yourself, sweetness."

"Let's love each other for a really long time, okay?"

"Best plan ever."

The End.

A/N: Or is it? I have no idea. LOL. I said the same thing about the first part; I had no clue whether or not I would continue. If the right idea comes to me, then yes. But I won't just write another chapter for the sake of writing one. So, just keep me on alert, yes? I do hope you enjoyed this and if you feel so inclined, I'd really love to hear from you. xo