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~Previously on The Acclimation Diaries…

She rolled onto her side and propped herself onto her elbow. "Edward?" she quirked her eyebrow at me.

"Yes," I said quietly, suddenly feeling like a child that just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Not that I mind so much, but, why am I not wearing any underwear?" she asked.

Busted.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

"What?" I asked, my mind racing to come up with some explanation, any explanation.

Think Edward; use that brain of yours.

I could tell her that I couldn't find them, but she would never believe that. I could tell her that since they were damaged, I'd just disposed of them for her, but knowing Bella she would wonder why Alice hadn't foreseen that and supplied a new pair of panties. Why hadn't Alice seen that anyway? I could also tell her that some desperate creature ran off with them, a wolf perhaps. Yes, a desperate, rust colored, foul smelling, bitter wolf.

No, she'd never buy that either because I would have ripped all of his mangy limbs off, including that ridiculous tail, if he was close enough for me to even hear him thinking about it.

The truth it was then.

I couldn't look her in the face as I slid my hand between the couch cushion, where I'd quickly shoved them when I realized she was awake, and sheepishly pulled them out. Holding the purple satin in my hand, I wasn't able to stop myself from rubbing the soft fabric between my thumb and forefinger. The material was cold and wet where I'd released onto it.

"Edward, did you just..." her voice was quiet, apprehensive, "with my underwear?"

She couldn't even say it, but I could hear the smile in her voice. She wanted to say it.

I wanted her to say it.

That realization coupled with the heat from her innocent blush and the sweet scent of her growing arousal slapped the pervert inside me awake.

Dare I ask her to say it?

Gentlemanly Edward would have never asked. But this new facet of myself was positively dying to ask and with Bella across the room, I felt that I could let my guard down a little more and let him have the proverbial reins. Loose the brain filter and go with what felt right at the moment.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end and my skin practically tingled with anticipation. I was suddenly very aware that my pants were still open and I was exposed when my body started reacting to her aroused state.

Bella must have just seen my already growing erection because her breathing hitched.

I slowly sat up on the couch and stretched my arms across the back of it, her purple satin panties still dangling in my right hand. As I moved, my pants slid farther down around my hips, exposing more of my naked flesh to Bella.

Her pulse pounded in her chest and between her legs as she sat up on my bed, her body trembling with desire.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Bella," I said calmly as I fondled the panties in my hand. "Did I do what with your underwear, exactly?"

She hesitated and I could smell the nervous energy that permeated out of her.

"Touch yourself," she whispered.

"I did." I smirked at her. I fingered the shiny material, settling back against the leather sofa, my pants sliding even lower down my hips. "Would you like to know how I touched myself?"

Bella nodded, licking her top lip and then pulling the bottom one between her teeth as her eyes fluttered closed. She took an uneasy breath and exhaled a small moan. Her smooth throat flex as she swallowed.

Oh yes I would love to feel that against me as I came.

Patience.

"First, I touched myself like this," I brought my right hand to my face and started to rub the soft fabric against my cheek. I swirled the silky satin against my skin, dragging it across my open mouth. "Mmmm," I sighed quietly. "I can taste you." I whispered, rolling my tongue over the little cotton swatch in the center of the panties. "It's good, but it's so much better directly from the source."

Bella shifted on the bed, sitting on her knees, her tiny hands stuffed between her clenching thighs as she rocked back and forth slightly, trying to create some kind of friction, even in the smallest amounts.

"Does it excite you, that I enjoy putting my mouth on you in the most intimate way? That I love feeling your soft, wet flesh under my tongue, knowing that it was me that made you so? That I can't stop fantasizing about the way your blood pulses through your clitoris when I have my lips wrapped around it? That I want to kiss and tease you until you pull my hair…" I closed my eyes and my breath hissed through my teeth as I thought about her fingers clutching at my scalp. "God, I love it when you pull my hair like that."

A small whimpering sound came from across the room. I opened my eyes and saw Bella quivering with need; her gaze was fixated on my moonlit form. At some point while I was talking to her, my hand had taken on a mind of its own and started stroking my length.

"Can I help you with that?" she asked. Her voice was quiet, she still seemed so unsure of her raw sex appeal.

"Absolutely," I smiled at her. I shifted my weight and heard the muffled crunch of some of the photographs I'd stashed under the cushion. One of which was Bella wrapped in nothing but a sheet in the middle of my bed, one of my favorites.

How many times had I fantasized about Bella playing out all of those photos for me?

Considering I didn't sleep, it was probably reaching the thousands. And here was my chance to see one, right here, right now.

She started to get up and I shook my head. "Wait," I whispered. "Stay on the bed."

Bella quirked her head at me in confusion for a moment, but she settled back onto the mattress and waited.

Excellent.

I let go of myself and stretched my arm across the back of the couch again. I had to; I was so excited I nearly shot off right then and there.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself. Yes, it was a futile exercise and completely superfluous being as that I didn't need the oxygen, but it did help, kind of.

Bella's scent was so concentrated in the closed room and growing more powerful by the second. It was all I could do to stay here on the couch and keep my hands off of her.

"You see, Bella, I love those pictures you gave me," I started to explain, "but unfortunately some of them have sustained some…damage, from over use, and I was wondering if you could help me by recreating one of my favorite ones, since you are already on my bed."

Bella nodded with possibly the most wicked smile I'd ever seen on her. The sound of her heart pounding was so hard and loud that it practically disrupted the air around her.

"Thank you," I heard myself say. My voice was almost unfamiliar to my own ears, rough and laden with desire like never before.

I clenched the back of the already damaged couch, denting the wood with my fingers as she slowly started to unbutton the dark blue cotton blouse she was wearing. After she dropped her shirt to the floor she hooked her thumbs underneath the straps of her bra, raising an eyebrow at me, questioning if I was ready for her to continue.

"Yes, please," I whispered.

I watched Bella slide her hands around her back and unleash her perfect breasts. The creamy white skin was tipped with sweet pink buds. I pulled a breath through my teeth and peaks tightened for me.

Me.

An unstoppable smile spread across my face as that realization settled into my mind. Sitting up, I reached over my head and pulled my shirt off, dropping it ceremoniously to the floor in front of me.

Bella sat up on her knees, her hands trembling as they rested against the waistband of her jeans, her finger lightly tapping the button, waiting.

Biting my lip I nodded, I didn't trust myself not to growl in response. But then again, it seemed to thoroughly arouse her when it slipped out. Here was a chance to test how much control I had over this new aspect of myself.

I opened up the back of my throat and let out a controlled, soft purring sound.

My efforts were immediately rewarded when Bella closed her eyes and groaned quietly. I gripped the frame of the sofa tighter and heard the wood creak in protest.

She pulled the button of her pants open and the sound of the zipper moving through it's teeth made my mouth fill with venom and my near panting breath to catch.

When she pushed her jeans past her hips a fresh wave of her scent washed over me and I nearly sprung at her, taking every liberty with her body that I could.

But I reigned myself back in, disposing of my pants and underwear in a second while she struggled to be free of hers; I wanted to see the look on her face when she saw me completely naked for the first time.

"Oh my God," she gasped when her eyes scanned my body. "You're so beautiful," she said softly, her lips quivering around the words as she spoke.

I couldn't help but smile at her reaction and breath a quiet sigh of relief. For as sure of myself as I appeared to be, there was always a part of me that was uncertain where Bella was concerned.

"Lay back," I whispered, taking in every inch of her naked flesh, burning it into my mind for all eternity.

She turned her head to me; her eyes were heavy with lust and passion as she licked her lips and started to pull the sheet around her body, like it was in the photo.

"No, please," I said. "Let me look at you," I whispered.

"Edward…" she whimpered, her body arching toward me, muddling my resolve.

"Please, Bella," I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut. "I want so badly to lay your tender body beneath me and tease you within and inch of your sanity…and mine." My legs shook with the effort it took to stay seated. "But I'm begging you, do not ask it of me right now, I don't have the strength to refuse you and I don't think have the control to carry out my desire without hurting you."'

She sighed and it sounded defeated. Once again, I'd managed to make her feel rejected, when it wasn't the case at all.

I had to move quickly before she up and decided that we should stop and she should get dressed again. And Bella putting her clothes back on was no part of my plan for this evening's acclimation session.

"Tonight," I said quietly, my eyes drifting to her hands that rested low against her soft white belly, "I would like watch you."

The air in the room pulsed in time with her heart beat, sputtering for a moment before settling into a steady, quick rhythm.

"Tonight, I want to commit to memory every move you make. And the next time I'm alone with the rumpled, stained picture of you lying across my bed, I can think of this night and remember how beautiful you looked when you touched yourself for me."

At this very moment, being so open with Bella, I felt our relationship turn an important corner. It was almost as if a shroud had been lifted between us and a new baseline for my control was born.

I sensed a change in Bella as well. The way she moved, the slight upturn of her mouth and the way she deliberately licked her lips, communicated to me that she had a better sense of how much her body actually affected me.

"Do you think of me often when you're alone?" she asked, her tiny hand creeping down her body.

"Constantly," I growled through my clenched teeth.

Her fingers lightly brushed across her apex and she hissed with pleasure.

"Edward," she whimpered, curling her hand between her legs. "Mmmm."

Slowly I began to drag my hand up and down my length, lingering at the tip, teasing myself. "Yes, Bella, just like that."

She pushed her head back against the pillows for a moment, her open mouth panting, before her eyes rolled in my direction. The pace she kept on herself picked up when she saw that I was touching myself as I watched her. Pulling her fingers from between her thighs she made a wet trail up her body to her pretty pink peak and lightly pinched the sensitive bud.

"Tell me what you're thinking about," I whispered.

"You." She gripped her breasts, squeezing and kneading them together.

"What about me?" I asked, my hand expertly moving against my flesh.

"Everything about you," she sighed, pushing her hands down her belly. "The way it feels when you touch me. You know just where I need you the most. Every inch of me literally trembles in anticipation every time you're around your cool tongue feels so good when you taste me." I could hear the soft sounds of one slender finger sliding inside her hot little body.

"Tell me more," I rasped, tugging at myself furiously.

"I love the way you feel, so hard and smooth and so unbelievably soft at the same time. I don't know how you do that, but I can't stop touching in you and it's killing me being so far away from you right now."

"Bella," I groaned, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.

"I want to feel your glorious skin under my fingertips every second of every day and taste you the way I did the other night…" Her body bowed up off of the bed and I could smell her approaching orgasm. "Please, Edward…uhhhh…I want…" Her breathing was tight and labored as her hand worked to drive her to release.

"What do you want?" I asked knowing full well that I would give her whatever she wanted, wedding be damned. "Tell me Bella."

"I want…to taste you again Edward, please."

Sweet heaven above.

Before I had a chance to respond she was up off of the bed and kneeling between my spread legs, looking up at me as she did that night in Charlie's kitchen. She ran her delicate hands up my thighs, stroking my cold hard skin.

"I know you're afraid that your…stuff will hurt me," she said quietly, stroking the backs of her fingers up my length. "And if you don't want me to do that, if it's not safe, I won't. But please, let me at least touch you."

Sometimes, I could be so stuck between my era and today. In my time, when I'm sure couples engaged in such acts of lust, but oral sex was never talked about, it was something that was wicked and sinful. To today, where it is talked about so openly and with such disregard that it's become something one expects almost as commonly as a kiss goodnight. It has all but lost what I believe to be its true meaning, a gift from one lover to another.

An act that, if done properly, could give immense pleasure to both parties involved.

I must be doing it right then, because I enjoy the hell out of giving it to Bella.

She smiled up at me, leaning her head against my thigh, and all of the pieces of my control fell into place. I finally truly understood, for the first time, that Bella's desire to give me pleasure were just as strong and my own for her.

I reached down and cupped her cheek in my palm. "I talked with Carlisle today," I said, brushing my thumb along the bottom of her jaw. "It's safe."

She wrapped her hand around the base of my near painful erection and stroked up my entire length, unbearably slow.

Every muscle coiled under my skin in anticipation. She looked up at me, that deliciously wicked smile on her perfect little mouth.

She inclined her head toward me and waited, her fingers ghosting across my taut flesh.

Dear God, she's teasing me and I can't take it.

"Please, Bella," I breathed.

I watched as she moved closer, my nerve endings sizzling with need.

Her soft warm tongue touched me a split second before her full red lips encompassed my tip and it was nearly over before it even began.

Think of something else.

I looked down, trying to distract from the feeling of Bella's hot, wet mouth working up and down my length. Her soft brown hair spilled across my thighs and down between her shoulder blades, stopping where her back started to arch, just before the swell of her creamy round bottom, which bounced slightly with her movements.

Not helping.

Leaning my head back I centered my attention on a random spot on the ceiling, trying to focus on something other than this erotic vision before me.

Her fingers curled around my shaft and started to stroke in time with her mouth and I felt my fist go through the wall behind the couch.

Bella didn't stop. She jumped slightly at the sound of my hand punching through the plaster and if anything she picked up her pace, and increased the pressure.

Everything knotted in the pit of my stomach, winding up, ready to explode.

I chanced another look, angling my head for a side view. Her little body curled into the most fetching position, her knees tucked neatly under her body, her tiny feet pressed against her rump, her toes curling and releasing against the tender flesh.

And then I saw it, my undoing.

I'd been so focused in not bursting that I hadn't heard or smelled what Bella was doing. It was a good thing, because had I known this would have been over already.

Bella's free hand was clenched between her delicious thighs. Her body shuddered and I felt her whimpers vibrate off the back of her throat. As I processed what was happening she pulled her hand out and touched her warm, wet fingers to the sensitive skin just below my shaft.

That was all I could take and my body released. Her throat flexed around my length as she swallowed, greedily sucking down every drop she pulled from me.

My entire body shuddered with another wave of pleasure as she took me out of her mouth and crawled onto the sofa and curled up against my side.

"Bella, that was…" I struggled to form a coherent thought, to say something semi intelligent but my ability to pull a big SAT word out of the air without a second thought, seemed to escape me at the moment and all I could say was, "Wow."

She giggled and buried her face in my shoulder.

"What's so funny?"

"I don't think I've ever known you, of all people, to be rendered speechless."

I had to chuckle at that. "That's because I never have been before." I winked at her and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "That was amazing."

Bella dozed against me for the rest of the night, smiling and giggling in her sleep.

I could hear my family downstairs, milling around. Alice asked if I wanted to play chess and Emmett begged me to play his new video game, an amped up mix of Halo, Resident Evil and Guitar Hero.

But I wasn't interested in anything other than spending every moment I could with Bella's naked body pressed against mine.

When morning arrived Alice demanded that I hand over Bella for more wedding madness. I slipped into a pair of lounge pants while Bella was in the shower and surveyed the damage to the wall behind the sofa and saw a hole that opened up into the hallway on the other side.

I stepped outside my room to see how badly it looked from the other side and nearly collided with Emmett.

"Esme is gonna have your balls man," he chuckled. "She's pretty cool as long as any damage stays in your room." He pointed to the hole in the wall. "But that, spills onto her turf and she is going to flip out."

"Emmett McCarty Cullen!" Esme yelled, flying up the stairs, her cell phone clenched in her outstretched hand. "Carlisle just called and this is what I hear," she pressed a button and a clip of Motley Crue's, Dr. Feelgood, started playing.

Emmett was notorious for his practical jokes and I generally didn't abide by that type of behavior. But given the last all male conversation we'd had in Carlisle's office, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

It was about that time that Esme spotted the hole that I was trying my best to hide.

"Is that another hole in my wall, Emmett?" she asked.

Emmett threw his hands up in the air. "Don't look at me, that was all Edward."

"What did you do to him to cause him to put his fist through my wall?" she asked, fisting her hands on her hips.

"Again, I had nothing to do with it," Emmett said, shaking his head as my door opened and Bella poked her head out.

"Um, Edward," Bella crooked her finger at me and I bent my ear to her. "I can't find my underwear," she whispered.

"Bella, you do realize that we can hear you right?" Emmett asked, quirking an eyebrow at her. "Check the back of his closet; he's probably got a few pair in his pervert drawer."

I'm going to kill him.

Bella's face flushed redder than I'd ever seen it before as she ducked back behind the door.

I glared at Emmett and I could feel my lip twitch in rage, my fingers curling into my palms.

"Edward," Esme said calmly. "You go tend to Bella, I will take care of your brother." Her hand flashed up and took Emmett by the ear.

"Ow, Jesus Esme, that hurts," he whined as Esme dragged him down the stairs.

I was still smiling at that sight when I stepped into my bedroom.

"Pervert drawer?" Bella asked, narrowing her eyes at me. "Did you take a bra out of my room about a week ago? I seem to be missing one."

"Uh…maybe?"

Bella started to giggle and threw her arms around my neck. "I love that you are a closet dirty boy," she whispered, kissing my cheek.

"You do?" I asked, reaching down and giving her tender little rump a good squeeze, making her squeal.

"I do," she said quietly, kissing the underside of my jaw.

"Mmmm," I growled, lifting the back of the towel that she had wrapped around her body and pressed my lips to her neck. "You make me want to do dirty things," I whispered against her skin.

Edward, just stop right where you are, Bella does not have time for this. Alice's little voice invaded my brain.

"Go away Alice," I said as Bella's hands curled into my hair, urging me on.

I'm serious, Edward, I will walk right through that door and I don't care who's naked!

Bella stepped back and pulled the towel from her body with a saucy, "Oops."

I'm counting to ten and then I'm coming up.

A growl ripped from my chest as my eyes raked over Bella's naked flesh. "Shit," I snarled, only a few more seconds with naked Bella.

One.

I gripped Bella around the waist and dragged her body to mine and kissed her ferociously.

Two.

Hitching her leg around my hip, I slid along her thigh, sinking two fingers inside of her, and pressing my thumb against her hard little button.

Three.

Bella gasped and clutched my shoulders, "Oh God, Edward, yes…"

Four.

Her body jerked toward mine, her tight little nipples pushing against my chest.

Five.

I licked the side of her neck and she gasped.

Six.

Her muscles gripped my fingers, nearly there.

Seven.

"Come for me Bella," I whispered to her.

Eight.

Her heel dug into my back and she cried out, biting down against my shoulder as her orgasm overtook her. The sensation was so exquisite that I nearly came with her.

Nine.

I gripped her one last time for another powerful kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth, laying claim to it.

Ten.

I whipped the towel off the floor and secured it around Bella's body the very moment Alice stepped through the door.

"Hurry up and get dressed, we have an appointment at the bakery in an hour," Alice barked at Bella.

"Mmmkay," Bella mumbled, a sloppy grin plastered on her face and her eyes a little dazed and glossy.

I winked at her and she giggled as she stumbled off into the bathroom to get dressed.

"I'm impressed," Alice said, flopping down onto the bed. "I honestly didn't think you had that in you."

Neither did I.

It was fast and dirty and possibly the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced in the whole of my existence.

We would definitely be doing that again.


Chapter End Notes:

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my little fic! I really hope that you are enjoying this little trip inside Edward's head with me. As usual, reviews are GREATLY appreciated!!

Okay, now onto what I know you are all waiting for...what Edward shall I tempt you with this time? Hmmmmm, let's see....I'm thinking sneaking up behind you Edward that grabs you around the waist and starts to whisper dirty little thoughts into your ear as he presses himself against you.

Will that do?