THE SILVER LINING

A/N: This is a FGB one-shot written for Litljazzbird. Much thanks for her generous donation to the cause.

My sincere thanks to Justice_Aussie for pre-reading and keeping me on the ledge. I really went nutters over this chapter.

Nurse Kimpy snuggles go to ladyeire72 who pre-read WHILE SHE WAS SICK. I almost feel guilty about that, really. I PROMISE I didn't twist her arm.

Thank you to my beta, TFX, for always helping me to see the silver lining, and for also reminding me to keep my New Year's resolution.

CHAPTER TWO

I park the Volvo in Bella's driveway and my hand slips off the door handle as I close it. My palms must be sweaty. Great. I wipe them on my pants to dry them off. I feel like a 16 year-old kid on his first date, all nervous energy and sexual tension.

From the exterior, the house screams out that it belongs to Bella. It's a little cottage with vines crawling up its sides. Beautiful flowers are blooming everywhere. It looks happy, just like her.

As I approach the door, I take a deep breath to steady myself. You can do this, Cullen. It is just a dinner date, nothing more.

I lift my hand to knock on the door, but it swings open before I get the chance, so I stumble into Bella unwittingly. Her giggle lets me know that she's all right, but still. I've barely even gotten in the door and I'm already having issues!

The warm, radiant smile on Bella's face acts to calm my nerves almost instantaneously. I practically dive into her to deliver my standard greeting—a kiss on the hand. It's very romantic and refined. I pretend that I'm going to shake her hand then I reach out and kiss it instead. It's old fashioned, I realize, but I think it lets a lady know that she's special without being overly forward. When I look up into her face, she is flushed with rosy red cheeks, and it's breathtaking.

"Well hello again, Fantastic Mr. Silverfox," she says, in reply to my kiss. "Always such a charmer."

I have a bouquet of birds of paradise blooms for her. I was going to get the gold standard of roses, but I saw these and knew I simply had to get them. They are incredibly colorful and unique, just like her. I lift them up for her to see.

"Can we get these in some water, perhaps?"

"Of course. Follow me."

We walk down a hallway lined with framed photos of her children, family, friends. It's very clear that these individuals are the center of her world; they're displayed quite prominently. I compare it to my own home, which is very modern, with clean, angular lines, and somewhat stoic; it strikes me that our homes are very similar to our personalities.

We walk into the kitchen and she grabs a vase from a cabinet. She has to stand on her toes in order to reach it, so I get a lovely view of her behind. She's wearing a simple, colorful summer dress that happens to accent all her curves. For some reason, I feel an urge to walk up behind her and nuzzle her neck, but I'm able to fight it off. Clearly, my nerves are messing with everything. I need some way to calm down.

Bella turns back to me, and I hand the bouquet over to her. Something tells me that she will do a much better job arranging them than would I.

"Thank you for these, Edward. They're lovely. Birds of paradise are my favorite—such rich color, and they look just like exotic birds."

"They reminded me of you."

She replies with just a satisfied smile.

"Well, as you can see, I've already got my glass of wine. What can I get for you? I have red or white, so take your pick."

Hmm, this is going to be awkward. As a trauma surgeon, I rarely drank alcohol, because I never knew when I would be called in at the last minute. Honestly, the most carried away I ever got was when Jessica and I would split a beer on New Year's Eve. Since I retired and Jess passed, I never got around to changing my habits.

A little alcohol might be good for me, since I'm as nervous as a ten year old at his first piano recital.

"I'll take whatever you're having, but a small glass, please. I don't indulge very often."

It isn't really a lie, just a stretching of the truth. I don't want her to feel embarrassed.

Within moments, I have my own glass of wine. When she gives it to me, her fingertips brush along my hand, and I feel like I'm on fire. My nerve endings are suddenly alive. Her eyes dart up to mine, and I know I'm not the only one who felt it.

"The lasagna has a while to cook. Do you mind hanging out in the living room for a bit?"

"The only place I want to be is next to you, so that's fine."

"Haven't I scolded you about flattery before, Cullen?"

"I must be a slow learner."

"Well, you did get your laundry right the very first time you attempted in on your own, so I don't buy that argument."

"It helps when you write everything down so you have a cheat sheet to follow."

I watch her take a sip of wine from her glass, puckering her lips a bit before she swallows. She is so incredibly sensual, but I don't think she really has any idea. If I were 20 years younger, I would have been all over her by now. I guess the one good thing about my age is that it makes me more of a gentleman.

"How old are you, Edward?"

As always, she surprises me.

"I just turned 65 in June."

"A Gemini, huh?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"And a war baby."

"Now you're just trying to make me feel old!"

"Pffft. Please. I'm 60, so it's not like I'm the jailbait contingent over here!"

"Well, then, it's a good thing I didn't meet you when I was in high school, or I would have gotten myself into trouble." Damn, I shouldn't have said that. It makes me sound lascivious.

"Would you, now? What sort of trouble are we talking about here?" Bella's tone is all together flirty, and I like it.

"In all honestly, I probably would have just admired you from afar. I've always been a little reserved."

"I probably would have done the same thing. What a pair we would have made, huh?"

"I was actually a very serious student. I was the one who was always studying. Had you been present, I would have found myself profoundly distracted."

"What year did you graduate?"

"1964."

"So you were a senior when Kennedy was shot?"

"Yes, I was. I have always remembered that day so clearly."

"Me, too—it's one of the first times I took notice of the world outside of myself. I was only 13."

"I was sitting in the cafeteria eating my lunch when the principal announced over the intercom that 'President Kennedy has been shot.' That brief statement was it, no other details. Nothing. We looked around at each other in confusion. A few minutes later, the bell for next period sounded, and we filed off to class. As I walked into my English class, my teacher was crying. We sat there, in silence, looking straight ahead. The only sound I heard was her sniffles. A few minutes later, the principal was on the intercom once again, telling us that President Kennedy was dead. We were released from school immediately, and I walked home by myself, stunned."

"They didn't even tell us Kennedy died at my school, just that he had been wounded and we were all being sent home for the day. My mom picked me up, sobbing; she cried for the next three days straight. We were all glued to the TV set the entire time. She screamed when John John saluted his father's casket."

"By the time MLK and Bobby Kennedy were killed, I felt like, 'Who's next? Are they going to kill everyone who could possibly make our world better?' I felt so jaded."

"Those two assassinations were during my senior year, and everyone I knew was incensed. I was so thrilled when Bobby Kennedy entered the presidential race, even though it was so late in the game. He made me feel so full of hope and promise, like there really was a chance to make a difference. I think my heart kind of broke the day he was shot."

"I was just finishing my undergrad at Northwestern, getting ready for my finals when I heard the news."

"Every year after that felt like some new, earth-shattering event would every summer after that. The moonwalk and Woodstock in 1969, Kent State in 1970, Watergate break-in in 1972, Nixon resigned in 1974. It felt like one big, long, depressing shit show."

"You know, it's kind of sad, but I just now realized how much I missed out on while I was in medical school and residency—I know all those events happened, but it's almost like I was in this separate dream world. I went from the OR to bed and back to the OR, and have little memory of anything else. I made me so insulated from outside events. How sad is that?"

"There were so many things to worry about, like the Three Mile Island disaster and the energy crisis. Remember the huge campaign to turn off all your lights to conserve energy? Or when they adopted daylight savings time? OPEC suddenly became a four-letter word for most Americans! By the end of the 70s, I was so busy with my babies—Leah and Seth—that I was just as out of touch as you felt. In a different way, of course, but still out of touch. "

"Emmett and Alice were born in the Nixon/Watergate years. They were still in high school when the Berlin Wall fell in 1989. They honestly have no recollection of the Cold War, when the world was held captive by the threat of Communism."

"Oh my god, yes! They don't understand why the Cuban Missle Crisis was such a big deal. Or the Olympic games, how the Russians and Soviet-bloc countries would rack up these huge medal victories, and everyone knew they were cheating with steroids, but it could never be proven?"

We both stop our history lesson to simply take a breath and process the dredged up memories that make us both a bit introspective for a moment. I take a look around the room, and it is just as much eclectic Bella as everything else I've seen. She has a lot of sculpture around, primarily Rodin. When I was in college, I spent a semester in Paris, and I visited the museums daily; the Musee Rodin was one of my favorites. I especially enjoy his sculpture called, "The Kiss." Bella has a model of it on the coffee table.

"I see you are a fan of Rodin."

"Indeed I am; how do you know so much about art, Mr. Trauma Surgeon?"

"I lived in Paris for a while when I was in college, and I love Rodin. In fact, 'The Kiss' is my favorite."

She brings her hands up to her heart as though it is going to break. "Oh, be still my heart!"

"What?"

"Do you not realize how romantic that was? You admitted that you love Rodin, and his quintessential piece of work is your favorite? I don't think it gets any better than that."

I clear my throat, embarrassed. "I wasn't trying to be romantic, just honest."

"Too bad. It was romantic anyhow."

We sit there in silence, looking at each other. Neither one of us has the courage to speak. When the oven alarm sounds, it forces us both to jump, and breaks the magic. Bella stands up to walk to the kitchen, and I choose to follow her. I guess I just made a split decision that I'd rather be nearer to her than far.

She opens the oven to take a look at the lasagna, then removes it and places it on the stove to cool.

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Actually, the table is all set, and all I need to do is get the salad and breadsticks." She grabs a salad bowl from the fridge and hands it to me. "Why don't you put this on the table and sit down. Do you need more wine?"

Knowing that my face is completely flushed red from the wine, I understand it's the last thing I need right now. I feel pleasantly calm and happy, maybe even a bit silly. It must be the wine's effects, but I'm not fighting it. I'm actually enjoying it.

"Sure, I'd love some more!" I reply heartily. I briefly wonder if I'm going to regret this tomorrow. Aw hell, who cares? I'm actually having fun.

Bella arrives at the table with breadsticks then goes back for the lasagna.

"I wasn't sure if you eat meat or not, so I decided to make spinach lasagna. I hope that isn't a problem. I should have asked, but it was such short notice."

"You could feed me cat food and I'm sure it would be delicious."

Bella looks me straight in the eye. "You feeling all right, Mr. Silverfox?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, you were just waxing poetic about eating cat food."

I start to chuckle at that, and the chuckle soon builds into a full rolling boil of laughter.

"Edward? Are you okay?"

"I've never been better. Not once in my entire life have I been this better."

"I think I'm going to get you a glass of water for your dinner."

She turns and walks into the kitchen, and I watch her ass sway as she leaves. I wonder what she would feel like pressed up against me while we danced.

"Here, I brought you some water. Perhaps you should stick with that for a little bit. I have to admit, though you have a cute as hell drunk grin."

"I'm not drunk! I'm just very relaxed."

"Uh-huh. That's just another way of saying that you're drunk. Drink the water, Edward—I don't want to have to use my stern voice with you."

I follow her suggestion then I take a bite of her lasagna.

"Bella Swan, this is the most fantastic thing I've ever eaten."

"Really? It's just spinach lasagna, for heaven's sake."

"I don't care, it's phenomenal. Tell me, are you exceptionally wonderful at everything?"

Her joyous laugh brings a silly smile to my face.

"What?"

"That only proves that you're drunk, Edward!"

"Why would you say that? Your lasagna is like manna from heaven. I could eat it every day for the rest of my life and be just fine."

She shakes her head, smiling while she does so. "Right. Now you sound like someone who wants to get laid."

I choke on my wine, and sense that my cheeks are flushed; I hope she dismisses it as being caused by the alcohol.

Her eyes widen in response. "Did I—I mean… are you not interest—um, never mind…" She quickly turns away from the table.

I rush to grab her hand and reassure her. "Bella, you may have surprised and startled me, but I should hope that by now it is clear that I'm very interested in you. I'm not always very adept at showing it." I bring her hand to my lips in reassurance.

I watch Bella's cheeks and chest flush in front of me, and I feel certain that she is as attracted to me as I am to her.

"I'm pretty out of practice with all this stuff. I haven't really been out with a man since my divorce. I was too busy getting my kids through high school and college to think about dating. Once they graduated, I may have had the time to date, but not the inclination. Maybe it was simply that I didn't feel confident enough to find a new partner."

"You can't be serious! I mean, you must have had so many men who were attracted to you!"

She snorts in response. "Uh, yeah, fending off the men has never been a particular problem for me. No one has ever asked me on a date, Edward. No one."

"It has to be because you simply didn't take notice of their gestures. There is no way guys haven't been wanting you."

"Remember about the flattery? It will get you everything you ever wanted."

"And what is it that you want, exactly, Bella Swan?"

She swallows, pausing for a moment. Her eyes dart away from mine, and I hear her whisper, almost imperceptibly, "You."

"Me? Really?"

"Of course, Fantastic Mr. Silverfox. You're gorgeous, sweet, and intelligent. How could I not want you?"

"Well, it isn't like I have a lot of experience. I feel very awkward. There are plenty of reasons as to why you wouldn't want me."

I hear Bella take in a deep breath, and she looks me straight in the eye.

"Edward, we're older now. We have more years behind us than we are likely to have ahead of us. Let's not waste a moment of the time we have left being coy or indirect.

"You're an incredibly sexy man. I don't know what you looked like when you were younger, but in my eyes, you're amazing today. In some ways, you might even be sexier, because you've lived and loved, you've had incredible, life-changing experiences, and all that makes you better. The wisdom of a lifetime of experience only enhances your ability in bed, you know?"

Bella might as well have been stroking my cock just now, because her words have the same effect. I want her, so badly. More than I've wanted anyone for years. It's such a rush to experience desire this strong.

"It's been a long time for both of us, Bella. Are you sure this is what you want? Am I the one you want?"

"From the very first moment I saw you at the Laundromat, you're the one I've wanted in my bed."

"I don't want you to think I'm being presumptuous, but I did come prepared just in case we decided to… um… get involved."

A glorious smile lights up her face. "I would expect nothing less, Dr. Cullen. I'd rather you be prepared and presumptuous than the other way around. In fact, being prepared is kind of… hot."

I pat my jacket pocket to ensure that the condoms and lube I bought earlier are still there; my search proves to me that they are.

Bella suddenly yanks me to my feet using my collar as leverage, and moves her hands to my face. "Will you please kiss me with those wonderful lips of yours? I've been imagining what they might feel like on mine."

I don't have time to think or to answer; I simply move toward her lips and am instantly rewarded. She is so incredibly soft and warm, and she tastes like red wine. She nibbles on my lower lip, and I open my mouth to her tongue. I had completely forgotten what real kissing was like, and I'm lost in the sensation.

I'm able to pull myself away from her for a moment. "May I take you to your bed, Bella?"

"Please," she says with a hint of neediness behind it.

She takes my hand and leads me upstairs, where we stop in front of her bed.

I remove my jacket, laying it on the end of the bed carefully. I turn to her, and can see the desire on her face. It makes her even more beautiful than usual.

"You're by far the most beautiful person I've ever seen, because your inner beauty is even lovelier than your physical features," I explain. "I'm going to let your hair down."

I remove the clasp, and her hair comes raining down over her shoulders. I love that she didn't bend to society's unwritten rule that older women must have short hair—what a ridiculous notion. It would be criminal to cut these phenomenal waves of hers. I give her a gentle kiss on the top of her head to convey how much I adore her.

I put my hand on her zipper when she stops me. "No—I want to remove your shirt, first."

Like I'm going to argue with her over such details. "Okay."

She glides her two fingers down the trail of buttons to where it disappears into my pants then runs them back up to the top of my shirt. Slowly, her thin, delicate fingers unbutton my shirt in a pattern designed to drive me insane. She undoes a button then kisses the newly exposed skin lightly. When she reaches the last button before my fly, there's no way she can fail to notice the effect of her ministrations on me. My heart starts beating wildly, not knowing how she will respond to my erection. Bella pulls the rest of my shirt out, finishing with the buttons. Now it's back to my turn, and her zipper.

Before I get the chance to spin her around, I feel her palm run over my erection, and I gasp.

"I'm sorry—was… was it wrong?"

"God, no, Bella. It felt amazing. I just wasn't expecting that."

She smiles at me then slides my shirt off my body. "Good," she replies with genuine satisfaction.

"Okay, now it's my turn."

She giggles while I turn her around so I can unzip her dress. I decide to follow the pattern she established with me, and I unzip it slowly. As I work my way down, I kiss her skin underneath as it is revealed. The zipper ends near her tailbone. I rub my thumb in light circles over the area, and Bella arches her back in response to my touch. Standing back up, I lift her dress by its straps and drop it to the floor.

Now that her skin is almost fully exposed, I take a moment to run my fingertips lightly over her back. As if the dress didn't engage me enough, she's been hiding one of her thongs underneath. Leaning over her shoulder, I grasp the sides of her thong in my hand and murmur, "Do you have any idea at all what these do to me? I saw you folding them the very first day and I've been wondering what they look like on you ever since."

Bella slides her small hands over mine, nudging them to rest on her bare cheeks. I don't care how old I am—a woman's curvy ass will be forever desirable in my mind. Especially Bella's curvy ass.

Without taking my hands off her body, I glide my palms over to her stomach, moving toward her breasts. As I cover them with my hands, she sighs. I'm delighted when I feel her nipples react to my touch. She leans her head back over my shoulder, giving me an excellent vantage point of her cleavage. I notice that the bra she's wearing looks like something a younger woman might wear, none of the utilitarian models that Jessica wore after she delivered our children. I never understood why her bras had to be so… unappealing. They always made me think of the school lunch ladies. Once again, she was adamant that mothers had no business being sexy, but Bella clearly graduated from a different school of thought, for which I am extremely grateful.

As my hands familiarize themselves with her skin, I realize that everything about touching a woman is so different compared to when I was younger. Back then, I was always so anxious to move on to having sex. Foreplay was necessary, of course, but always abbreviated. Now that I have Bella in my arms, I want to spend hours learning every nook and cranny of her body, kissing, licking, sucking, exploring. As I start to move toward the bed to lay her down, she stops me.

"You're still dressed. I need to see you, Edward. Please."

"Do you want me to do it?"

"May I?"

"Absolutely."

She grabs my belt loops and pulls me over to where she is seated on the edge of the bed. She stops to palm my erection once again, and it feels incredible.

Without further ado, she unzips my pants then pulls them to the floor along with my boxers. I step out of them and put my hands under her arms, so she'll stand up. I slip off her thong, unclasp her bra, and we're finally naked in front of each other. She's more amazing than I ever imagined.

"Your entire body is perfect, Edward. I knew you would be," she says, a little shyly. "I told you that you're a silverfox."

"I think you may be the sexiest woman I've ever seen naked."

"Edward Cullen, I'm nothing more than a happy, old, wrinkled, saggy woman. There is nothing remotely sexy about me."

"Don't you dare say that. When I look at you, I see a strong, wise, sexy, intelligent, witty woman. I see a face that displays its wrinkles proudly, due to the many smiles that have graced it."

I give her an affirming kiss on the mouth, so she understands the truth to my words.

"I see arms that have carried babies and loads of laundry. I see a pair of shoulders accustomed to carrying the weight of the world."

I kiss her arms, then her shoulders.

"I see a pair of beautiful breasts that have nursed two children and sparked love affairs."

I take the time to cup her breast then suck her nipple into my mouth. I lavish an equal amount of attention on each so neither one feels left out.

"I see a gently rounded belly that bore two babies and isn't afraid of enjoying the finer things in life, including frequent belly laughs."

My hands skim across her abdomen and I bend down to give it a soft kiss.

"I see long, lean limbs that stretch and bend, carrying your beautiful frame through life's many events. I want to feel these strong legs wrapped around my waist when we join together."

I run my hands up and down her legs, giving each thigh its own kiss.

"Your body shows its age with dignity and poise. It is ready to bear all things, at any moment it might be needed. What I see in you is the personification of very best kind of woman, nothing less. You're beautiful. You're sexy. End of story."

"I've heard that the mind is the most important part of sexual attraction and arousal. In fact, it feels like you just had sex with my brain. Will you have sex with my body, too? Please?"

"Every good girl gets what she wants when she uses the magic word."

"Okay, let me get my box of tricks."

"Box of tricks?"

"Toys?"

I'm momentarily confused. Toys?

She says it a little more firmly. "SEX toys!"

"Oh! Ah, I didn't think women your age did that sort of thing…" I hedge, a little surprised that my suspicions have turned out to be correct. She does like to play with toys after all.

"This one sure does. You know, I've found that as I got older, it's not as easy for me to have orgasms, and vibrators are great little tools to use."

"Well, to be honest, I've never used them before."

"Hang on a second… you mean you lived through the sexual revolution and you've never used sex toys? How is that even possible?"

"I had a wife who was never interested in anything adventurous. She balked at even wearing sexy lingerie."

"Oh, Edward, I'm so sorry."

"I'm very interested in learning how, though, especially if it will add to your pleasure. You'll teach me?"

"Believe me, it will magnify our mutual pleasure."

Bella gets up from the bed and returns with a small, pink suitcase. She sits down cross-legged, suddenly looking all serious business.

"When Jake and I got divorced, I knew I needed to be in charge of my own sexual pleasure. I wasn't going to let my lady bits atrophy simply because I was no longer married. Listen and learn, Edward. I have some friends to acquaint you with; we're going to have a threesome."

I must have a concerned or mortified look on my face, because Bella suddenly drops everything and puts her hands on my cheeks.

"Oh, don't worry, I didn't mean a real threesome—I meant a threesome with one of my closest friends, the Eroscillator."

She pulls out a bronze-colored stick and pops on a tip that looks like a mini marshmallow.

Is she kidding me? A marshmallow is supposed to make sex better?

She sets it aside and grabs a large bottle. "A post-menopausal woman's other BFF, Liquid Silk."

"I do know that good lubricant is very important," I choke out, anxious to let her know I've done my homework.

Bella must genuinely like me. She even smiles sweetly at my word vomit.

"Here, feel it," she says, handing the gadget to me. "Go ahead, turn it on."

I turn it on; it's incredibly light, but powerful. I can see the appeal instantly. While I'm investigating, I can see Bella doing something in my peripheral vision.

"Can I try something? Do you trust me?"

"Yes. I absolutely I trust you."

"Okay, you're going to get to experience this first hand. I'm going to lube you up, all right?"

"I will never say no to your hands on my erection. Never."

She bends forward and whispers into my ear, "You can call it your hard on, Edward, and I won't be offended. In fact, I'm about to rub lube all over your hard cock. What do you think of that?"

I think I just died and went to heaven, that's what I think about that.

"Mmm, your cock is amazing. Lay back for me, please."

I follow her instructions, putting my hands behind my head so I can watch what she's doing.

"While you may have experienced vanilla ice cream sex in the past, that's all gone now. Tonight, you are going to get the Lollapalooza, and you'll never want to go back. I promise."

She wraps her hand around my cock, squeezing tightly, gliding up and down in slow, careful, deliberate strokes. It feels incredible, but I'm even more aroused by watching her watch me. She has a look of intense concentration mixed with unmistakable lust, and it's incredibly hot.

"All right, I'm going to put the fingertip on the end of your cock, so you can feel how intense this little devil is. Ready?"

I nod my head vigorously.

As it touches my skin, I'm unprepared for how amazing it feels. It's so gentle, yet so potent, and I can feel myself grow harder almost immediately. I gasp in response to the feeling of total, unadulterated pleasure.

"I know, right? It's amazing. I can actually experience multiple orgasms with this thing. At my age!"

The thought of Bella using this wand on herself excites me almost more than I can stand. I simply have to see that.

"Can—I mean, is it all right if… "

"Do you want to watch?"

"Yes, I really do."

"I tell you what—why don't you put some Liquid Silk on me, and I'll use the wand on myself while you work me over," she says, handing me the bottle.

"This Liquid Silk, it's good? I mean, a good brand?"

"I swear by it. It's the closest thing to my natural lubrication. Plus, it lasts a long time. You'll see," she winks at me.

"I kind of feel like I'm going back to medical school."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Not at all; I am a doctor, after all. I can't believe I didn't know all this stuff already."

"Hey, it isn't like you and Jess were awful—you guys were together for a long time, and that isn't a very easy accomplishment, especially these days. Now, you just have the chance to learn about new, different experiences. Not necessarily better, or worse, just different. So you didn't know about it. Now you do. Problem solved, right?"

"Right…"

"Hey, wait a minute—we just got off on the Mars exit, didn't we? I seem to remember that our bargain was me using the Eroscillator on myself while Fantastic Mr. Silverfox works me over simultaneously…"

I groan at the visual that creates in my head, anxious to get started.

I squirt some lube in my hand, rubbing to warm it up before I touch her.

"You have a very good bedside manner, doctor. I can't tell you how many cold hands and speculums I've endured throughout my life."

I rub my slick hands over her labia first, ensuring they are completely covered. Carefully, I insert two of my fingers into her, twisting them around inside. I take my other hand and coat her clit, which she takes as her cue to start up the Eroscillator and put it to work where my hand left off.

My fingers are still deep inside her when she starts to moan. I am in complete and utter awe watching her; I've never seen anything like this in my life. She is letting loose with such wild abandon, no hint of embarrassment or remorse. Not that she should feel that way; I'm just used to my experiences with Jessica. It is a real shame that she never learned how to loosen up. I have the feeling it would have done her a world of good, but that's all water under the bridge now anyhow. I turn my attention back to the incredible woman coming undone before my very eyes.

"Edward, I want you to curve your fingers upward, towards my G-spot."

I follow her instructions, diligently trying to find the elusive spot. When she gasps suddenly and arches her back, I get the idea that I may have found what I was looking for. Suddenly, I feel her walls contracting around me.

I amazed to realize that I just helped Bella have an orgasm. I may just be a sex god after all.

Watching her writhe under my fingertips is nothing short of mystical. As she slowly relaxes, I gently remove the Eroscillator from her grasp and turn it off. I lie down next to her and pull her into my body to rest for a moment. I'm in no hurry.

"I've never actually seen a woman orgasm like that before. I feel like I just had a religious experience."

"Hmm, I don't know about religious; there was something all together sinful about feeling so incredible."

We lay together for a moment, appreciating the sensation of bare skin against bare skin. I had forgotten how wonderful it feels.

"Ready for round two, Mr. Silverfox?"

I don't really know how to say what I need to say—no matter how you slice it, it's awkward to talk about safety and protection.

"Um… this feels weird to say, but it needs to be done. I want you to know that I haven't had any partner except my wife since we got married, so if you are concerned about STDs, I'm clean. I brought some condoms just in case; the choice is yours. I know you said you haven't been with anyone either, so I wanted to give you that information."

"Spoken like a true, pragmatic gentleman. I would expect nothing less. Thank you for thinking of me. I think we'll be all right without any protection. We're both clean."

Bella turns to grab some more lube, and spreads it over my softened cock. It doesn't take much stimulation before I'm genuinely ready for her.

"Do you have any idea how much I want you, Bella?"

"Why don't you show me?"

I don't waste any time showing her how special she is. I deliver kisses all over her breasts, taking her nipples into my mouth and sucking them into stiff peaks. She feels alive underneath me, an active and willing participant in this pleasure. I had no idea verbal feedback could be so… stimulating. I quickly learn that she likes to talk dirty and god, it's arousing.

Bella works her fingers through my hair, yanking the roots, and it feels so savage and raw. I continue to move my mouth down her body, and her fingers remain connected to me, almost as if she is leading the way, showing me where I need to be. When I reach her pussy, I start to explore her tentatively, and she presses my face into her lips, begging for more direct contact. Naturally, I oblige.

I use my tongue to explore her crevices. When I finally reach her clit, her legs involuntarily contract, locking me into place.

So, oral sex is definitely a green zone…

I take my time, circling her clit with my tongue, nibbling on it, sucking it into my mouth. I'm simply appreciating how soft and velvety her skin feels on my tongue. I'm also appreciating the sounds squeaking out of her. I never imagined it could enhance the eroticism, but it genuinely does.

She tugs at my hair again, and I look up at her. It appears as though I got a little lost in what I was doing. She's smirking at my enthusiasm.

"That was incredible, but I want a turn, too."

She pulls me up towards her mouth, delivering a wonderfully passionate kiss. She manages to turn our bodies so that she is now on top of me, and she slides herself over my hard cock. We both moan into each other's mouth at the sensation. Instinctively, my hands reach for hips, and we continue to slide over each other.

"…want you inside… fuck, so hard…"

I have to say that I concur. She breaks apart from my lips and seeks out our partner in crime, the Eroscillator.

"Are you ready?"

"Fuck, yes."

Words are overrated. We stop using them all together.

Bella grasps the base of my cock, holding it steady, and slowly slides down. As she moves, she lets out a series of gasps and sighs that only makes me want her more. When I'm fully inside of her, she pauses. I hear her fire up the Eroscillator, and she moves it over her clit.

"FUCK!"

"You can feel it, can't you?"

I'm incapable of speech. Yes, I can fucking feel it, and I don't know that I've ever experienced anything more arousing in my life. I'm buried deep in her pussy, the Eroscillator is working its magic on both of us, and Bella starts to move. At first, it is only slight movements of her hips, but my cock is still fully inside of her. Gradually, she starts to move up and down my shaft, and it is pure bliss.

Now, I'm a guy who has a great relationship with his dick. From the very first orgasm I had, I discovered that we are allies in our hedonism. When he's happy, I'm happy. I beat off regularly, just as I have from the time I was 13. While I love the feeling of my hand moving on my cock, nothing I've ever done before—and I mean nothing—compares to this threeway I'm having with Bella and the Eroscillator. The added bonus to all this is that I get to watch her moving over me, coming undone, and it's because my cock is inside her. I'm afraid I might sprain something when I come, because what I feel building in my balls is going to be an orgasm of epic proportions.

"Edw—Ed… E… I'm com…OH!" she interrupts herself with a loud scream.

Oh dear god, she's going to kill me.

Her pussy begins to contract around me, along with the buzz from the Eroscillator, and I'm gone. I grab her hips and slam my dick into her as deep as I possibly can. Suddenly, Bella's bed is awash in chaos—screams, moans, cursing, grunting, sweating, bodies slamming.

Bella slowly devolves into little whimpers, until finally she is completely spent. She collapses on top of me, nuzzling her face into my chest. My softened cock slides out of her, but our bodies continue to be tangled together. We relax, listening to our breathing pattern slow down simultaneously. I stroke her soft hair, every now and then giving her kisses on the top of her head or her forehead. I have no words to describe what just took place, and eternal gratitude to her for showing me such enormous physical pleasure.

After a few minutes of silence, Bella pops up her head, looking at me, and says, "Covers." I don't need to ask for elaboration, I know what she means. We untangle ourselves momentarily, pulling back the covers just enough so we can bury ourselves beneath them. She cozies up to me, and I pull my arms around her to spoon.

Since we are incapable of deep conversation at the moment, she says simply, "Stay?"

I answer her just as tersely, "Of course."

The last thing I remember before falling asleep is how natural and right being together with her feels. I'm beginning to think that perhaps she was the one meant for me all along, and I'm simply grateful to have her here, lying next to me, part of my life now.

END NOTE:

The hand kissing gesture/wording comes straight from Rob Pattinson's Father. You can see footage of Rob reading an e-mail from his Father on the Tonight Show on my LJ page: kimpy0464 DOT livejournal DOT com

A special thanks to Wisdomous, who introduced me to the Eroscillator. These beauties should be handed out to every woman at birth, really. They're amazing.

Bella's toy box can be found at foryournymphomation DOT com.