So i wasn't going to continue. I was planning on this being a one shot split into 2 chapters, but the reviews asking for more were too hard to resist. It's be like trying to resist chocolate covered Edward... or Jared... or Damon... or Stefan... sigh... but i digress.

Seriously, thank you so much for all your reviews. They mean the world to me.

So here it is... more B&E smut!!!! I hammered this out in one day while battling a hangover after 2 hours sleep... oh Vodka i thought you were my friend! Turns out you're nearly as bad as your brother Whisky! And you betrayed me like your sister Margherita!

So this is the product of too much alcohol, too little sleep and of course seeing the lastest Eclipse trailer! Which was amazing!!!!!

Lessons In Lingerie

Chapter 3

Auditory Stimulation

My breath escapes me in a whispered sigh as my eyes open, taking in the early morning light that fills my bedroom. Some small part of my brain registers that dawn is just breaking, while the rest of my brain causes me to freeze for a split second as I awake with a sense of fear as I have done for nearly the past year. The fear that grips me to near completion stems from the terror that the past several months have all been a lie… that I never found him in Volterra, that my mind has been deluded into believing that the past several months have all been full of bliss and unfounded happiness that came with his return. I fear that in reality it is some sick, masochistic fantasy my mind has come up with to deal with the all-consuming, paralysing pain that I endured when he left me. Pain that left me a shell of my former self.

It only lasts for a split second, and then it's gone. Either because I feel his body next to mine, his cool marbled torso pressed up against my body, holding me in his safe embrace, or I smell his scent in the air or on my bed; a scent that is strong and fresh, or, the best way I am reassured he is really here, is when I open my eyes and I see his perfect golden eyes piercing mine with his intense gaze, his eyes reacting as if it's the first time he's seen me in months.

Of course there are still times I believe my mind has snapped, that I am in fact locked up somewhere in a loony bin, the world in which I live but a fragment of my imagination. Or that maybe the van really hit me nearly a year and a half ago and I'd slipped into a coma. After all, the existence of vampires and werewolves is the stuff of horror movies right?

Wrong.

So wrong.

More like the stuff of fairy tales. It's times like these that I truly believe I've lost my mind. Again these moments only last for a few seconds at most. I mean, who would place the words vampires and fairy tales together in the same sentence without it being a paradox? Vampires are supposed to strike terror into your heart, cause you to lie awake at night gripped by fear… not cause your heart to melt when he smiles at you, not lull you to sleep when he hums a lullaby he composed especially for you, not make you feel safe and protected. They're not supposed to make you feel like the most treasured person in the world.

But when it comes to Edward Cullen he doesn't exactly fit the norm for the Vampire stereotype. Nor do his entire family. Sure there's that fact that their beauty is something you would expect to find in the pages of ancient history books depicting gods worshipped thousands of years ago, and their strength and speed wouldn't go amiss amongst the pages of superhero comics. Then of course there's their appetite… or should I say their 'vegetarian' appetite. Yes they drink blood; they need it, they crave it… but they only feed on the blood of animals… never on the blood of humans.

I realise with foolish absurdity that my fears are unfounded, my belief that I am imagining the whole world around me is quashed when Edward touches me, or places his lips softly against mine… nothing that feels so real could possibly be a dream.

It's this reassurance that right now coaxes me back into reality and into the safety of the knowledge that he is here with me, that I am alive, and he is mine and I am his.

These musings last only seconds in my mind as I stir from my slumber and feel his cool breath upon my forehead as he senses the change in my heart-beat, the change in my breathing. I am not yet fully awake; my body sluggish and relaxed from sleep and the overwhelming sense of being in his presence, but my skin responds to him first, the hairs on my arms stand on end and a shiver that has nothing to do with the iciness of his breath courses through my body. I feel the contours of his body against mine as I lay almost on top of him, my head on his chest, tucked under his chin, our legs tangled together.

But the feeling today that is all new and encompassing is the fact that, where before I would feel the fabric of his trousers upon my bare legs, or of his t-shirt upon my cheek... all I can feel today is skin.

My skin.

His skin.

Naked skin so intimately entwined.

And I am assaulted by memories of last night and I can't help the smile that appears on my face or the sigh of contentment that escaped my lips, and I would think it were all a wonderful dream except for the fact that we're both naked under my covers.

I feel Edward's fingers brush my hair away from my forehead and his icy lips press a kiss to the top of my head, the fingers of his other hand brush up my arm, trailing back and forth. His touch alone causes a breath to catch in my throat. I don't need to turn my head to know that the corners of his lips twitch up in a smile at my reaction to him. His fingers leave my arm to brush across my waist and over my lower back.

I was always taught to be fair in life so it's only right to give a little back, and I run my fingers over the defined muscled of his chest. Before moving my head back to look into his beautiful eyes, a rich ochre colour, evidence of his hunting trip before he came to my house last night, although his eyes were darkened with desire last night.

"Good morning love" his sweet breath washes over my cheek. I know Charlie won't be home for another couple of hours, after his night shift. If he was home, Edward would have never risked us being caught in this position. So I knew we had some alone time before we would have to make ourselves more, well, presentable.

If my father caught us like this, despite the fact that we were engaged, he would have his shot-gun aimed at Edward faster than even my fiancée's vamperic speed could muster. Not that it would do any good mind you. The bullets would just bounce off Edward's skin; skin that was harder than granite but as smooth as marble.

Edward's lips were but a mere fraction away from mine and he moved the arm my head was resting upon so he could pull my lips towards him. My free hand reached up and I placed it upon his soft cheek as his lips closed over mine. Every time we kissed it felt like the first time… I always felt that same anticipation, that same rush of adrenaline and the bliss of contentment when his lips finally reached mine.

As my tongue carefully trailed across his closed lips his fingers pressed against my back and I move my lower body slightly, and felt a low growl emit from the back of his throat, the primal reaction I had evoked in him causing a surge of lust to strike my centre.

"God I love it when you make that sound…" I whispered into his mouth, my voice husky through lack of use.

"Really?" He whispered, the surprise evident in his voice.

"Yes…" I spoke on a breath. "It makes me feel safe… protected."

Before I realised it, I was on my back with Edward hovering above me, my legs bent on either side of his hips, one of his hands in a fist beside my head supporting his weight. His other hand trailed down my body; his fingers starting on my lips, caressing them with his thumb; instinctively I opened my mouth and took his thumb between my teeth.

I was definitely awake now.

He moaned deeply and his eyes flashed with desire as he continued his journey down my body, his fingers skimming the outside of my breast and down to my hip. Edward gripped my hip softly and pulled me towards him grinding against me. His rapidly hardening cock brushing against my inner thigh causing a moan to leave my lips as the feeling, combined with memories from last night flooded my mind.

"And I love it when you make that sound" Edward whispered. "Only I can make that sound come from your perfect lips."

"Only you… only you will ever make me moan". God I loved it when Edward spoke to me like this, so full of passion and desire.

He was suddenly hovering above me, his eyes soft as he caressed my cheek.

"Are you okay?" He whispered in the silence of the house.

I smiled and caught my bottom lip in-between my teeth, "Better than okay. Last night was amazing Edward. Thank you."

"I'd say the pleasure was all mine my love but I think it was a mutual feeling." He responded with a sly quirk of his eyebrow and a smile.

"Oh my God Edward it was... I...I've never felt so... not even when I've..." I stopped before revealing anymore.

"Not even when you've..." He prompted, a look of playful confusion on his face.

I felt myself blushing but ignored it, remembering how forward we'd been with each other last night, but decided to play with it for a moment... to make him stew.

"When I've been alone..." I left the sentence hanging, intonating suggestively.

"Alone?" The smirk on his face, coupled with the way the word left his lips on a breath told me he knew what I meant but was playing me.

Two could play at this game.

"When I'm all alone and you're off hunting... but I can't stop thinking about you."

"I don't follow you." The slight twitch of his cock against my thigh betrayed his words.

Oh really... well you want it in plain English my dear fiancée?

I caught his lip between my teeth and released it, my mouth upon his as I breathed my words into his mouth, "When I fuck myself, but imagine it's you."

I felt the moan leave his lips before his lips devoured mine, his tongue desperately searching for mine.

"What have you done with my shy, innocent Bella?" He chuckled against my lips.

"She's hog tied in the basement... apparently along with my reserved, innocent Edward. They can keep each other company."

"I'm sure they can find novel ways to entertain each other." He responded with a smirk before his features became a mix of desperation and lust. "Can I watch you Bella."

"Watch me?"

"As you so eloquently put it my dear fiancée, which was fucking hot by the way... watch you fuck yourself."

I sighed as my cussing, desperate Edward emerged even more. A wicked thought ran through my head and I smiled. I really liked this new side to us.

"Only if I get to watch you." I moved my thigh against his cock, already feeling pre-cum against my skin.

Edward pulled me up suddenly so he was sat back on his calves, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands running up my thighs, his cock nestled against my pussy as his hands reached my ass pulling me against him, coating his cock with my juices.

"I think we can come to some sort or compromise." He spoke on a shaky, desperate breath.

His lips descended to my neck, trailing a path over my collar bone. I moved my lips to his ear and whispered to him. "Go sit in the rocker."

Edward moved me so I was sitting on the edge of the bed and suddenly he was sat in the rocker at the end of my bed, the chair barely moving. I raked my eyes over his figure unashamedly, my mouth watering at the sight of his cock standing proud against his stomach. I stood and walked over to my iPod as I found my Edward playlist. It was songs I compiled for after I was changed. Obviously I thought we wouldn't be intimate like this... so open and sinfully dirty with each other, until after my change and I had been compiling songs that made me think of Edward in the way that, up until now, I had only expressed in my mind.

No harm in trying some of the songs out now, and the first one on this list was perfect.

I returned to the bed as the opening notes of Pink's 'Fingers' came through the speakers. I locked eyes with him as I ran my finger from my collar bone, the last place his lips had been, closing my eyes briefly as I imagined his lips continuing on their path. I ran my fingers over my nipples as I spoke, the thoughts of Edward's tongue making me breathless.

"I would imagine your fingers, your tongue, caressing every inch of my body. Trying to imagine how it would feel. But after last night I know I didn't do them justice."

I ran the fingers of my other hand across the underside of my breast and up to caress my nipples, pinching them. I opened my eyes to see Edward, one hand on his thigh, evidently so he didn't grip the arm of the rocker... the grip he had on his thigh would have reduced it to sawdust. The other hand was wrapped around his cock, pumping slowly.

The image of Edward pleasuring himself was beyond erotic, and knowing he was doing for me and because of me was like a shot of liquid desire being injected into my veins. It would forever be burned into my mind.

I left one hand on my breast as I placed my index finger in my mouth, sucking on it slowly while maintaining eye contact with him. I released it with a pop and saw his jaw twitch as I moved to run the damp finger over my nipple, but avoided it at the last second to run down my stomach leaving a shiny trail as I moved my fingers to circle my clit.

"Fuck Bella" he growled. "I can smell you and I want you so fucking much."

"Soon baby..." I whispered back to him.

I abandoned my breast as I leant back, putting my arm out behind me to prop myself up so I could continue to pleasure myself while watching Edward. I ran my finger down stroking my folds.

"Edward... do you... do you fuck yourself when I'm not there?"

His response was almost immediate. Before yesterday I would have expected him to stutter, try and change the subject or something.

"Yes"

I smirked. "You've been holding out on me."

"Not for much longer." He growled.

I dipped two digits inside myself, stroking, imagining his fingers. It felt so much more real having him here and I let out a moan at the feeling.

"Yes Edward... fuck I'm already close." I sighed as I pumped my fingers inside of me watching him pump his cock in time with my fingers and the sight made me even wetter.

I saw Edward's tongue flick out to wet his lips, tasting the air followed by a short "Fuck", and without warning he flew from my chair to kneel between my legs and extracted my fingers, replacing them with his tongue. The sensation caused me to collapse back on the bed as my hips arched up, my hand reaching out and mercilessly swiping my lamp, clock and most recent novel to the floor with a crash in my desperate attempt to grasp onto anything as an outlet for the jolts of desire assaulting my body.

Edward threw my legs over his shoulders ignoring the mess, both of us too consumed in our passion to care, moving his tongue to stroke up my clit, his fingers sliding inside me. My thighs clamped around his head in a move that would have suffocated a human.

My mouth spewed forth a mantra of yes every time his fingers pumped into me.

I felt the fire building in my stomach and Edward's name escaped my lips in a cry as I came around his fingers.

I lay panting on the bed as the tremors coursed through my body. I felt Edward pull his fingers from inside me and moved to lick them clean of my juices. I don't know what compelled me to do it, maybe it was the post orgasmic euphoria I was experiencing but I stopped him, pulling him down on top of me so our lips were a mere inch apart and brought the fingers up to our lips and placed them in my mouth, sucking off my juices. Edward's mouth descended upon me, his tongue caressing mine, tasting me on my tongue, a growl reverberating deep within him. Hearing his feral sounds, knowing they were lust filled was my second favourite sound. My first being the sound of Edward's moan of release, and with that in mind I rolled us and slid off the bed between his knees.

I held his gaze. "Is this okay?"

He looked at me with desperation in his eyes. I knew he wanted me to but he was scared, this would take some serious self control on his part.

"We'll go slow baby." I whispered. "You tell me if you want to stop and I'll do the same. I promise."

His response was a slight nod.

I thought the best thing would be to start slow. I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, maintaining eye contact, gauging his reaction. His head fell back and a sigh left his lips. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock before taking a breath and taking him in my mouth. I could only fit halfway down comfortably given his size and the fact that I didn't want to gag... that wouldn't be attractive and any sign of discomfort on my part and Edward would want to stop... even if I didn't want to.

I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked back up his shaft. I had no experience in this department other than what I'd read in magazines so using my basic knowledge and Edward's reactions to guide me I worshipped the top half of his cock with my mouth, my hand caressing the part I couldn't fit.

"That feels amazing Bella" Edward spoke, his voice hoarse.

I looked up to see Edward breathing heavily, watching my mouth move, his hand moved to brush my hair away from my face but quickly clenched into a fist and he placed it back on the bed. I knew what he wanted. I reached out with the hand that wasn't stroking his cock and entwined my fingers in his. I let his cock slip from between my lips as I spoke to him softly.

"It's okay baby... I trust you... I want you to. Control me, show me how you want it."

I moved our hands to my head where I let go of his hand, caressing his wrist with my fingertips, then running it up his thigh, wanting to be touching him as much as possible. My tongue darted out, the tip flicking the slit where more pre-cum had gathered and a swirled my tongue around the tip. Edward's hand gripped my hair softly as I sunk back down, showing him how far I could take it comfortably, before rising back up and squeezing his thigh to tell him it was okay to do this.

He tentatively placed his hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me down, controlling the rhythm of my mouth on his cock. It sent a thrill through me, knowing he was trusting himself like he did last night.

His hips began moving slightly to meet my mouth I heard his breath hitch, his hand left my head to clutch the comforter by his side, and I continued the rhythm he had set, my hand twisting up and down every exposed inch of his shaft.

"Oh God, Bella... yes... Bella... Fuck Bella..." I felt a rush of moisture between my legs as I heard his desperate cries and looked up to see him throw his head back, his mouth parted and my new favourite sound left his lips as I felt his cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed every drop.

What I wasn't expecting was the orgasm that wracked through my body as my lips left his cock, my whole body bowing under the shudders of pleasure that radiated out from my core and caused my pussy to twitch in euphoric bliss.

I managed to haul myself up from the floor and climbed into Edward's lap, his arms wrapping around me to hold me to him as I caught my breath, our position similar to the one we ended up in last night, only this time he was sitting up, running his hands through my hair.

"Bella, that was... more than I could ever have dreamed..."

I moved back to rest my forehead on his as he tucked my hair behind my ears and held his hands on my face.

"Your trust in me is overwhelming." He whispered softly.

"I trust you because I love you Edward... and I love you because I trust you. I trust you with my heart, my soul and my body... it's all yours... it always has been."

He placed a reverent kiss to my lips.

I sighed, tucking my head under his chin, looking to the nightstand to see the time when I remembered my destruction earlier. I laughed softly. I kept my legs straddled on either side of Edward's thighs, gripping them as I bowed my body backwards off the bed to pick up the clock. As it was upside down, my angle meant I could read it perfectly and I saw we had about an hour left till Charlie came home. Looking back up I saw the look of desire in Edward's eyes at my position, my body taut and my breasts jutting out.

He moved his hands under my back bringing my body back up, even though I could have done it easily, like a sit up. Hmm... now if I could do my sit ups in this position everyday I'd be a very happy woman... and have the most incredible abs to show for it.

"Are you trying to tease me my Bella?" Edward murmured.

"Now why would I do that... Mr Cullen?" the tag on at the end a result of a memory dredged up from last night.

The look that passed over his features was one of pure lust and he smirked at me.

"Well Miss Swan, I'm not sure if you're aware but women who tease get punished."

As much as I wanted to indulge in this particular fantasy right now I knew we had to get cleaned up before Charlie got home, and besides, at the 'Mr Cullen' revelation last night, I pictured myself in a particular outfit I'd seen in Secret Desires yesterday. Ironic how yesterday morning I'd had to be practically dragged in by my hair... now I was considering the benefits of their loyalty card.

"You'll have to punish me later Mr Cullen. Charlie will be home in less than an hour and we need to clean up."

"I hope you realise the longer you delay your punishment... the more intense it will be?"

And I was wet all over again.

"I suppose I'll have to take it... however you want to give it to me." I whispered in his ear.

"As you wish my love." He whispered back, before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to the bathroom.

TBC?

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