BPOV

As I approached Edward's door I put the heels on. I took a deep breath and walked into his room to find him standing exactly where I told him. I adjusted the lights in the room so that only the recessed lighting that highlighted his bookshelves was on dimly, then moved to the table next to the leather sofa where I placed the large round candle, the spoon, and the towels. The dim lighting on the other side of the room, the candle, and the occasional flashes of lightning were all that illuminated the room.

Edward kept his eyes on me the whole time. I could feel them boring into the back of me whenever I wasn't facing him. It felt like there was an electromagnetic field between his eyes and my body. Goose bumps broke out on my bare skin.

Fuck! Fuckfuckfucketyfuck! I don't know if I can do this! I don't know if I can do this! Okay, calm down. Fuck.

There was no way he didn't hear my heart hammering against my rib cage. I could feel my pulse in my toes.

Finally, I walked over to stand in front of him. I bit my bottom lip, hard, to keep from breaking out into a big goofy nervous grin. I wanted to be Bad Ass Bella tonight.

I took a deep breath. "I want to remind you of the rules and make you a few promises. But first I need to ask you a question, and you need to be entirely truthful." I looked into his eyes for the first time. "Do you trust me?" He didn't answer, and I started to get worried that he had to think about his answer. But then I realized that he was playing the game, and clearly playing it better than me. "You may speak."

It looked like he stifled a smirk. "Yes."

"Good. Okay, then. First, the rules. You will do what I say. You will speak only when I say. You will not touch me unless I give you permission to. If you disobey a rule there will be consequences. If you disobey the rules twice you will forfeit the turn you have coming."

I paused and met his eyes again to make sure he understood.

"Okay. Well, then, I also want to make you a few promises. I know we have limits and that they are there to keep me safe. I promise to stop immediately if you say 'stop' and to slow down or give you a minute if you say, um, 'wait.'" The heat radiating from his eyes made my voice catch in my throat. I momentarily lost my train of thought. I ended up whispering, "Do you understand? You can answer."

"Yes, thank you." His voice was low.

I needed to get out from under the weight of his gaze for a moment. So I slowly began walking around his body, and I imitated the move he had pulled on me last night when he was admiring me in my new dress. I placed my pointer finger against his bicep and then drug it across his back, across his other bicep, and back around to his chest as I circled him. Keeping my finger against his chest, I slowly let it drop down across his stomach to the waistband of his flannel pants at his hipbone. I felt him go still. I hooked my finger in the pants and pulled them away slightly and smirked. I don't know how but I knew it! He'd put on a pair of boxers under the pants after the shower. I laughed inwardly—apparently he felt he needed extra layers of clothing for protection around me. I wasn't having that.

"Really Edward? You are overdressed. The pants can go." When he hesitated I raised my eyebrows at him. He smirked at me, his face a mixture of amusement, lust, and something else dark that I didn't fully understand. If he ever takes his turn I am so gonna pay for this.

He pulled the flannel pants down and left them in a pile at his feet. The black cotton boxers that he wore were tight and left nothing and everything to the imagination at the same time. I hadn't seen him in five days; it felt like an eternity. That thought made my mouth water and I swallowed hard. He saw me do it.

His underwear led my thoughts in a different direction. "You know, Edward, I seem to have misplaced an article of clothing. I looked everywhere and couldn't find it. Do you know anything about it? You can answer."

"No." His voice had a questioning tone. He was confused. His mind hadn't gotten there yet.

I crossed my arms across my chest and put my weight on one hip. I tried to look stern. "Really? Do you want to rethink your answer?"

"Uh…." He was actually at a loss for words!

"Think back, Edward. I was wearing them Tuesday morning…white…." I let it hang there for a minute. His eyes widened momentarily. I took a step towards him and motioned for him to bend down so I could whisper in his ear. "Go get them and come right back." I pulled my body away and noticed his nostrils flaring.

He was gone from in front of me before I saw him move. Then he was back, his hands at his sides. I held my hand out and wiggled my fingers at him. "I think you have something that is mine."

He dropped his eyes as he placed the white cotton bikinis in my hand. I wanted him to know I wasn't mad, so I reached up on my tiptoes and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Why, thank you. I'll come back to these in a minute."

"Hmm, do you like my new dress, by the way?" I turned around in front of him, giving him a little show. "You may speak."

"I love it. You look stunning."

"Thank you. I love it too. But I'm feeling overdressed now." I knew what part of my outfit I wanted to take off, but I couldn't figure out how to do it without looking completely awkward and risking falling over. Then it came to me. That's fucking brilliant. "I need your help, Edward. It would probably be easiest if you got on your knees."

His face looked confused, then wary.

"Now, please." When he dropped to his knees in front of me, a tiny moan of excitement and pleasure escaped my throat. His eyes flashed to mine. The combination of his position, the game, and his eyes caused a rush of moisture to flood to my panties. I bit my lip again. I couldn't have planned that better.

"Since you seem to like my panties, Edward, I'm going to reward you for playing along so nicely with me. I want you to take off the ones that I'm wearing." I took a step closer to him. He licked his bottom lip. And, now they're even wetter. Oh God, there's no way I'm going to make it through this without imploding. Oh, but what a way to go!

Cold hands interrupted my thoughts. Gentle fingertips trailed up the front of my thighs and paused at my hips. He gripped my hips momentarily like he was struggling to hold on. I stilled and kept silent to give him the time he needed to regain his control. Then his fingers were hooking under the thin straps on both hips and slowly pulling them down. It felt like it took him a full minute until my black and pink panties were sitting around my ankles. Resting a hand on his head I lifted first one foot and then another, using the toe of my heel to lay them in front of him. "That's much better. Thank you. They're yours now." His hand flashed out and grabbed them into a fist.

EPOV

This girl is going to be the death of me.

That was my exact thought as I pushed back from the kitchen table. But when she spoke to me like that, when she laid out so plainly her desire to control me, I couldn't help but be thrilled. As I stood in my bedroom waiting for her—what is she doing? when is she coming up?—I couldn't help but relish in the thought of relinquishing a little control. I knew one of her greatest desires was for us to be equals, which meant sharing the ability to make decisions and be in charge, things admittedly she so infrequently got to do with me and my family. And it was so mentally exhausting to keep myself so rigidly under control all the time. So I decided, if I could, I would play this one last game with her tonight.

It took effort not to fly to her when she entered my room. She looked absolutely ravishing in a body-hugging black sheath dress and tall black heels. She had on dark eye make-up that made her eyes look huge and her skin look ethereal. Her hair was long and full and slightly wild. I watched her enraptured as she moved around my room. Where did this confidence and poise come from? I noted with interest she never stumbled once, despite the heels. If it wasn't for the pounding of her heart, which sounded nearly as loud in this space to me as the thunder, I might not have thought she was even that nervous. Her nerves helped calm me. They told me she knew that she needed to be careful if she wanted to play this game.

She asked me if I trusted her. It wasn't even a question. She had saved me in every way that I could be saved. She was the very embodiment of trust. She reiterated her rules and I had to restrain myself from smiling at her effort to be all official and businesslike. Then she nearly caused me to break her rules and reach out and pull her into a hug when she made her promises to me. At all once I was reminded of her actions on Tuesday morning, how she had gone so slow in touching me, allow me to get used to her before pushing us further. I felt incrementally more assured that I would be able to play and not disappoint her by having to pull away.

I was caught up in these thoughts and the hot feel of her single finger across my skin when she reached down to my waistband and then asked me to remove my pants. The pout of her lips at discovering my layers was too precious and I bit back a laugh. But I also found myself incredibly aroused—Bella Swan, Seductress. How is she familiar with doing all of this anyway? As I lowered my pants I found myself anticipating what she would do next, and I started formulating my own plan for when it was my turn.

Her next words completely threw me. "You know, Edward, I seem to have misplaced an article of clothing. I looked everywhere and couldn't find it. Do you know anything about it? You can answer."

"No," I answered, confused by the direction of the conversation. All of her clothing was in the bags in my closet.

Her posture was immediately stern. "Really? Do you want to rethink your answer?"

My mind reeled. "Uh…."

"Think back, Edward," she began, "I was wearing them Tuesday morning…white…." And then it clicked. Twin thoughts ran through my brain: Damn. She's good., and, Fuck. I'm screwed. She took a step towards me and beckoned me to lean down. She whispered hotly in my ear, "Go get them and come right back." I flew to my closet. In the back of the bottom drawer was a carved box where I kept several important mementos I had related to Bella. Both pair of panties, the lemonade bottle cap from our first lunch together, a few notes she had written to me at various points, the onion root lab worksheet, the pocketknife she had used to carve our initials in the tree…. I grabbed the white panties and pressed them to my face. Her scent was still thick on them. Then I returned to her. She held her hand out and wiggled her fingers at me. "I think you have something that is mine."

Afraid she was mad at or disgusted with me, I didn't meet her eyes as I placed the white fabric in her hand. But then I felt her lips on my cheek. "Why, thank you. I'll come back to these in a minute."

Before I knew it, she was off in another direction again, asking me what I thought of that Goddamn sexy dress and twirling in front of me. When she started making pronouncements about being overdressed, I braced myself. I didn't think I could handle seeing her naked again in my current state. My brain was computing every possibility when her words caught me off guard. "I need your help, Edward. It would probably be easiest if you got on your knees."

What?

I apparently didn't move fast enough. "Now, please." I complied, remembering how appealing she had told me this position was to her. That was confirmed when I heard her moan, a sound that reverberated directly to my cock. And then I smelled her. Oh God she's exquisite. The venom started pooling in my mouth. It would be such an easy matter to tear that dress in two and bury my face between her legs.

"Since you seem to like my panties, Edward," her voice took on a throaty quality, "I'm going to reward you for playing along so nicely with me. I want you to take off the ones that I'm wearing." Her heart was pounding and her scent became stronger. I licked my lips. I'm going to have to taste her soon. I can't smell that and not taste it.

I slid my hands up underneath the hem of her dress, just barely brushing my cold fingertips along her hot skin. When I realized how close my hands were to her pussy I had to grip on to her hips to keep myself from simply burying my fingers in her heat. The feeling of her clenching around my hands is fucking astounding, and I nearly lost it. But I wanted her to have this her way, so I took a deep breath and pulled the panties down as she'd commanded. She used her hand on my head to steady herself as she kicked them off—the hot black panties she'd worn in the shower and I'd struggled earlier not to simply tear off of her—and then kicked them to my knees. "That's much better. Thank you. They're yours now." Her voice was strained. I relished in it. Then I grabbed the panties into my right fist and squeezed, easily feeling the moisture soaked well through the crotch against my palm.

BPOV

"Do you like the gift, Edward?" I paused, seeing if he might slip up. How does one get a damned vampire to lose his concentration and make a mistake? "I rather think you do. I rather think you have a panty fetish, Mr. Cullen." I circled around so that I was standing behind him. I stood so that my feet were on either side of his calves as he kneeled on the floor. I placed my hands on his head and several times ran my fingers through his hair, scratching my fingernails along his scalp. I could swear I heard a very low noise resonate from his chest when I did that. I leaned over and placed my lips against his ear. "I rather think that makes you a naughty boy." I snaked my tongue out and licked the shell of his ear. He hissed.

I kissed down his neck, around the back of his neck at his hairline, and over to his other ear, where I whispered, "You're still overdressed. Shirt off, please."

There was no hesitation this time. The shirt was instantly on the floor several feet away.

I hiked the skirt to my dress up a little and knelt down behind him, straddling his calves now. His back was a freaking masterpiece of sculptured muscle with strong broad shoulders that narrowed to a trim waist. I placed light kisses on both shoulder blades and his spine. He shivered lightly. Then I pressed my chest up against his back and wrapped my arms around his chest. "You are so beautiful, Edward." I held him for a moment before pulling away. I placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss at his hairline before dragging my tongue as far down his spine as I could reach in my current position. He hissed louder this time. "Mmm…you taste so good." I placed my hands on his shoulders and stood back up. I walked back around to his front.

"Why don't you have a seat on the couch, Edward?"

He rose slowly, gracefully, and moved the three steps to the couch. He sat down dead center, now wearing only his tight black boxers which were straining against the mass of his erection.

Please, God, please, let me be wearing him down.

EPOV

I sat in the center of the couch with the most painful erection of my life. Her scent hung so heavy in the air I felt like I was swimming in it. And the feel of her arousal in my hand as I rubbed my fingers against her panties was heaven. I didn't know how much more of this I would be able to take before I threw her down and helped her find God.

She stood looking at me for a moment and then walked right up, pulled her skirt up a few inches—further releasing her musky scent into the air—before straddling my lap. Her now-bare crotch was still covered by the dress, but just barely. She kept the weight of her body away from mine. She was mostly sitting on my knees. It took everything I had not to pull her hard against me and grind myself against her hot, wet center. God I've never felt more seventeen in my life.

"Edward?" Her voice forced my eyes to move from her lap to her face. "There is a reason why I wanted to play this game tonight." Slowly her right hand made its way over her breasts and stomach and came to rest on the taut edge of her skirt. "I need you to know something about me, something that I don't think you know." I caught movement in her lap and immediately my eyes tracked it. She had slipped her hand under her dress. I watched enraptured as her hand began to move. She. Is. Touching. Herself. I was torn between being absolutely fascinated and wanting to tear her hand away so I could take over. "Ah ah ah. Eyes up, please." It took everything I had to drag my eyes away from the sight of her pleasuring herself.

"As I was saying," she continued, "yesterday you said you thought I deserved to be treated a certain way because I was pure and innocent and a lady. I wanted to play this game with you tonight, Edward, because while I may be those things sometimes, that's not all I am." The sound of her fingers moving through her wetness was now audible. I swallowed, hard.

"Would someone who was pure do this?" She pulled her hand out from under her dress and wiped her fingers across my lips, which fell open instinctively. I was now smelling her scent full force. I groaned and then she offered conspiratorially, "You can taste, if you like." I snaked my tongue out of my mouth and licked my lips clean. I had to close my eyes at the goodness of it.

"Would someone who was innocent," she moved her hand from my face slowly down my torso to my groin. My eyes flashed open and she studied them for a moment before grazing my cock with her fingertips. I flinched and held my breath, but true to her words she went slow. She was studying my reactions and gauging her movements based on them. I heard her swallow, then say, just as her fingers softly stroked my length, "Would someone who was innocent want this?" Her rubbing became more insistent. When she used her nails against me, I lost it.

"Bella, fuck."

Her eyes flashed to me and she froze. She raised an eyebrow and pushed herself off of my lap, back into a standing position. "Who gave you permission to speak, Edward? Certainly I did not." I couldn't wait to see where she was going to go with this. As always, she surprised me. "Lay down on the couch. Clearly you need a reminder of who's in charge of this, of you, tonight."

She stood over me and looked me up and down. My body took up the whole length of the couch. She didn't appear to neglect a single part of me with her eyes. She murmured "beautiful," although I don't think she meant to say it out loud.

"Close your eyes, Edward." So I did.

BPOV

Holyshitholyshitholyshit! He let me straddle him! He let me touch him! He let me stroke him! My mind was reeling, calculating just how much I might be able to get away with tonight.

And then he spoke out of turn. As much as I absolutely loved hearing the word 'fuck' roll off his beautiful velvet mouth, he needed to be reminded who was in control of this little party.

I shivered as I surveyed his exquisite body on the couch and then after he closed his eyes I walked over to the candle. I whispered, "Do not open your eyes until I tell you to." I looked into the candle, which over the past hour had managed to create a large pool of liquid wax. I dipped my pinky into the wax--it was hot but not too hot. I figured if I could tolerate, he could too. Perfect.

I picked up the candle and the spoon and knelt down on the floor next to his torso. "I don't know if I told you, Edward, but I love your mark on me." I noted that this position allowed me to see just how accelerated his breathing was. "Now it's my turn."

I held the candle up and scooped some of the hot wax into the spoon. Hoping it wouldn't drip or congeal before I wanted it to, I moved my hand above his chest and began to drizzle a line of hot wax over his still heart. He reacted instantaneously, hissing and choking out a "wait."

I stopped immediately, just like I promised I would. He didn't say stop! I was almost holding my breath waiting for him to decide if he was okay with this.

I heard a low growl rumble in his chest. Then he surprised me by saying, "Go."

"Are you sure, Edward? You won't hurt my feel—"

"Go." His voice was husky.

I took a deep breath. I noticed my hand was trembling now. I grabbed one of the hand towels to catch any spills or drips I might make.

I dipped the spoon in the wax again and drizzled the hot liquid along the same line as before. "I can't actually mark your body, Edward, but I can give you this little reminder that you're mine." I drizzled more wax on his chest, this time a loop that connected with the top part of the first line. I dripped a second coating of wax in that same loop pattern.

"How does this feel, Edward?" I scooped more wax and began a second loop off of the original line. "You may speak."

"It feels fucking hot." My heart started thundering.

With a very shaky hand now, I drizzled a final coating of wax onto the second loop, completing the letter 'B' in the center of his chest. The coolness of his skin had helped the wax cool and harden almost immediately.

I grabbed his hand closest to me and lifted it over my mark. I took his forefinger and helped him trace it along the wax letter. "You are mine, Edward. For the rest of the night, in case you forget who you belong to, who's in control of you, just look down."

I placed the candle back on the table along with the spoon and the towel. "You may open your eyes now. And please sit back up." He did as I asked, and looked down to see the letter on his chest. When he lifted his face to mine, his eyes were the blackest I had ever seen them. His expression was fierce. It was thrilling.

Seeing his mark made me think of mine. God I love that he marked me. I want another one. I had decided earlier that I wanted as many marks as possible between now and the time I was changed. I just knew I had to keep them away from areas that might show around my wedding gown or Alice would kill me. I had just the place.

As I kicked my heels off, I said, "I hope you won't disobey the rules again, Edward. I would hate for you to lose your turn in our little game." I walked up and stood in front of him again. "Did you learn your lesson? Answer."

"Yes." It came out as a hiss. Oh my.

"I'm feeling left out, Edward. I want a mark of my own tonight. Answer me, would you be willing to do that for me?"

He bit his bottom lip and nodded.

"Good. I'm glad. But first, I think we need to make sure you can keep those hands under control." I reached over and took his right hand, which was still gripping my black panties, and lifted it up across the back of the couch. I reached behind me and scooped my white bikinis off the floor and pressed them into his left hand. I leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "All you had to do was ask, you know." I bit down gently on his ear lobe, then placed his left arm across the back of the couch on his other side. "Now, no matter what happens for the rest of the game, your arms must stay right where I put them. I don't care what you have to do to keep them there. Nod if you understand." He did. I noticed he had spun the white bikinis around so that his fingers were now rubbing against the crotch of both panties.

I stood back in front of him again. Taking a deep breath, I stood up on the couch, one foot on either side of his hips, my crotch right in front of his face. I slow began to pull my dress up, exposing more and more of my thighs. I stopped just before he would get any eyeful of anything, although his nose was now mere inches in front of my very wet pussy.

"Right here, Edward," I said, placing my forefinger against the upper inside of my right thigh. "I want you to mark me as yours right here."

At my words I noticed that his hands gripped the back of the couch. I placed one hand on the wall in front of me for support and the other in his hair, encouraging him. "Please?"

He slowly leaned his head down and forward and placed a gentle kiss on my thigh. I gasped and sucked in a breath. He purposely selected a place so high on my thigh that when his lips found my skin his nose brushed lightly against my outer lips. When he actually started sucking against me I cried out in pleasure, wrapping my hand tight in his hand and holding him to me. It was over too fast, and I was panting hard. I felt a new trickle of moisture leave my body and I heard him groan in response.

"Thank you, Edward," I breathed roughly. I stepped down from the couch. So he could see, I placed my right leg up on the cushion next to him, pulling my skirt back up high enough that we could both admire his handiwork—lipwork? It was a thing of beauty—bigger and dark than what he'd placed on my neck.

EPOV

Ican'ttakethisIcan'ttakethisIcan'ttakethis! Focusing on those four words over and over ironically helped me take it. Anything, anything, to help distract my mind from what she was doing to my body.

Her words were causing my brain to melt.

Her touch was electrifying my body.

Her little stunt with the candle wax nearly caused me to come flying up off the couch at her until I realized what it was. I should have guessed, really, given that I saw her bring the candle in. But it seemed that my brain function had been severely reduced.

Her possessiveness and dominance over me were making my heart soar.

Her scent was making my mouth water.

And when my nose brushed against her moist hair I vowed I would soon make good on my thoughts of burying my face in there until she couldn't see straight.

I couldn't deny it; I loved see my marks on her. And I loved that she loved it too.

"Edward, love, I need to see all of you now. It's time for the boxers to come off now," she said lowly as she placed her marked leg back on the ground.

I knew she would make this request of me. I knew I should say 'stop.' There was only so much I could reasonably take. But, Goddamn it, she had me so tightly wound that I wanted nothing more than to give into whatever her vision was for our so-called game.

She kneeled down in front of me. Mother of God. She slowly reached towards me and placed her hands on my hips. She looked up to my eyes and, God help me, I nodded. She curled her fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled them down; I lifted my hips to assist her in lowering them. When she had pulled them all the way off, she held them up on one finger and looked me dead in the eye. "These are mine now, Cullen. Turnabout is fair play, and all that." She tossed them to the side.

Her heart was racing and her breathing was coming shallow now. I watched her look at me. Her mouth dropped open and I saw the muscles of her neck work as she swallowed. That little action caused my cock to twitch and she noticed.

She wrapped her hands around my knees and pulled, indicating that she wanted me to scooch down towards her. She could never pull me, of course, but I complied.

She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his knee, and I sucked in a breath at the vision of her kneeling before my naked body with her face so very near to my lap.

Then she surprised me by laying her head down on my right thigh, about midway between my knee and my groin. She brushed her hair back off her face and slowly worked her right hand up my thigh in a small circuit. With each pass of the circuit she would go a little higher. Until finally her fingers brushed lightly against the base of my cock.

"I'm going to touch you now, Edward. I promise I'll go slow."

I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, giving in to the sensation of it.

I could feel her heart beating against my knee, her warm breath on my thigh, and her soft fingers slowly stroking my hard length. It was unspeakably good.

"Edward, I'm giving you permission now to say anything you want to say at any time. I like hearing you. I want to hear you." I felt her tilt her head up. "Open your eyes, baby, I want you to watch." I wrenched my head forward to look at the sight of her in my lap. She was right. This was not something to be missed.

She adjusted her body to make her arm a little more comfortable as she stroked me. It brought her chest up against my thigh and her face was now laying more against my hip. I could now feel her fevered breaths against my cock as she worked it, a little harder now, in her fingers.

"God, Bella. Fuck. You are so fucking good."

She gripped me harder and my hips jerked against her.

"Edward, you are so hard. God you feel amazing in my hand." Her words caused more air against my erection.

She pulled her hand away and I moaned out loud. I watched in wonder as she brought her hand up to her mouth, bathed her palm with the moisture from her tongue, and then wrapped her wet hand around me again. When she started moving up and down my length this time, the feeling was even more sensational.

"Yes, Bella, yes, God." I grunted. "So good."

She started moving faster.

"Edward, I want to make you feel good."

"Ungh, it is, Bella, you do. It's…nnngggh…so…."

I felt her adjust her body once again. She moved her head slightly closer to her my center, making it so that when she pumped me in a certain way the base of my cock would brush against her lips or nose. I froze.

What is she? Is she? Does she want to? Can I…? My thoughts were a complete mess.

Anticipating what was going on in my head, she whispered, "Earlier today, you cut me off before I had a chance to respond to your fantasy, Edward. I never got to say how much I also want more than just your tongue in my mouth."

"Bella—"

"You say the word, Edward, and I won't do it. I'll back off a little, or I'll stop. But I want to taste you, Edward. I want to feel you inside me. I need to." All the time she kept working her tight fist slowly up and down my length, her labored breathing now flush against me.

She held her head still, waiting for me. Seconds passed, minutes. My brain had worked itself into an absolutely standstill. Tell her to stop! Tell her to wait! You shouldn't let her do this! She could get hurt! She could….

And then I felt her move the remaining inch so that her lips were firm against the side of my cock. She stilled her hand, allow me to get used to the feeling of her lips against me. Keeping her lips closed, she slowly drug the soft skin of her lips and nose up my length. I grabbed on tight to the back of the couch with both hands. Under no circumstance can I touch her head!

When her face reached the top of me, I felt her tongue snake out against me. I sucked in a sharp breath as she circled her tongue around my head.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Bella."

She pushed herself up slightly onto her elbows in my lap, giving herself better leverage. She whispered against me, "Would a lady do this, Edward?" And then she ran her tongue all the way from head to base and back again.

I moaned loudly. It seemed to spur her on. When she reached the top again, she pressed a firm kiss against my head, causing the top of it to push in between her lips.

"God, Bella, oh. Fuck."

She opened her mouth more, letting more of me slip into her mouth.

The heat and wetness and dirtiness of her actions seized me all at once and I gripped the couch harder. Some part of my brain registered a ripping sound on the back of the couch.

Slowly she pushed her mouth down around my cock. It was the most exquisite thing I had ever felt in my entire fucking life.

OhmyBellaohmyBellaohmyBellamyBellamyBellamyBella

To be sure, I was letting go—and that scared the hell out of me—but the place I went to when I let go was all Bella. It was my heart. My soul. And I could never hurt that, because it would mean killing myself. That realization allowed me to let myself completely set adrift in the sensation of her mouth, her hand, her body against me. I could trust us; I had to.

Then she completely blew my fucking mind. With my cock buried in her mouth and pulsing beneath her hand, she looked up at me from underneath her long eyelashes. She held my eyes while she moved up and down on me, taking a little bit more of me in with each motion.

"God you look beautiful with my cock in your mouth, Bella. It's the most incredible sight I've ever seen."

She moaned at my words, sending a shockwave from her vocal chords through my length. I groaned in return.

She held my gaze for another moment before removing her hand from my base and laying it flat against my upper thigh. She scooted up further on her knees again and, in a move that almost caused me to cum right there on the spot, she lowered her mouth around me until I was buried in the back of her throat.

"Oh, God, Bella, that's it. Just like that. Holy fucking God." There was a snapping sound from behind the couch.

And then she held stone still. She had almost my entire length in her mouth. Her eyes closed in concentration. She swallowed once roughly, and I felt her throat muscles work around my head.

"Oh baby, Christ."

As she had done with my finger in the car last night, I then felt her hollow out her cheeks and suck hard as she brought her mouth up my entire length. She was just at my head when she abruptly stopped sucking and plunged her mouth down around me again, taking me into the back of her throat. Where did she fucking learn how to do this it is so fucking good oh my fucking God.

The next time she went to do it, she flicked her tongue along my length as she sucked. I hissed out a string of now unintelligible curses.

Her motions then turned shallower but faster. "Bella, love. Fuck." I was panting hard now, having difficulty saying what I needed to say. "When…when I…say…move…when I say…move. Okay, love? Oh, God that's so good."

She wrapped her hand back around the base of my cock and joined her fist with her mouth in pumping me. That did me in. "Now, Bella, move." She did, immediately. "Fuck, I'm coming, Bella." I roared out as my seed poured out against my hand and stomach.

When my mind finally started to return to me, I felt her kisses on my knees again. She was still on her knees between my legs. I saw her reach to the side for something, and then she pulled up a hand towel from the floor. She reached up as if to clean me up. I gently took the towel from her and did the job.

Then in one smooth motion I leaned forward, scooped her up off the floor in my arms, and laid us together on the bed. I was completely naked; she was still in that hot damn dress. I held her tight against me.

"Bella, there are no words—"

I felt her smile against my neck. "I won."

"I don't know about that, love. I'm pretty sure I won." She giggled softly.

I ran my hands up and down her back, and then reached down and grabbed her thigh behind her knee, hoisting it up over my hip. She gasped. As I moved to reach my hand down between her legs, she stopped me. Our eyes met. "No love," she said, "tonight was all about you."

"But—"

She cut me off with a kiss. "All about you and your pleasure." We continued to exchange soft kisses, then she buried her head into the crook of my neck.

Her breathing started to even out. I rubbed my fingers through her hair. And then she fell asleep.

I reached down and pulled the blanket around her, but I continued to hold her directly against my body instead of separating us with a blanket the way I usually did. For now, at least, I needed to feel her.

Bella was right. She wasn't an angel. She wasn't something to be put up on a pedestal. She wasn't perfect. But she was perfect for me. She was exactly what I needed her to be when I needed it. And she seemed to have a better grasp on what I needed than I did sometimes.

I pressed my lips against her forehead. "Good night, my love, my life, my Bella."