Because so many asked in your reviews, I wrote this for fun. It's Sunday which is Edward's favorite day. Naked Massage Sunday. Thanks to Sally for stepping in and checking it over for me.

The sun streamed through the skylight, warming the blanket on the bed. I was stretched out on my stomach, the way Bella instructed me to do, sighing at the heat I could feel on my back. I rolled my shoulders in anticipation of feeling Bella's hands on me again. She had informed me my back and neck were like cement, and she needed to work on them, as well as my leg, to help the flow of my body so I could move better.

I was hoping once she finished working, I could prove how well I could move—specifically while my cock was buried deep inside her.

Reaching behind me, I flicked off the towel she had draped over my ass, tossing it on the floor. She might strive to be professional all the time, but I had no desire to be modest. I was looking forward to feeling her bare skin against mine.

The low thumps of her footsteps made me smile. She was hurrying down the hall with the lotion she had gone to heat up. She entered the room, setting down the items in her hand. She huffed in exasperation as she picked up the towel, draping it back over my ass.

"Behave, Edward."

"I am."

"Why was the towel on the floor then?"

I tilted my head in her direction, smirking at her. "I was hot."

She snorted. "Hot. Uh-huh. A hand towel made you hot."

"It's a thick one. It happens."

She turned to grab the lotion and I quickly dispatched the towel again, tossing it to the other side of the room. She turned back and groaned.

"I give up."

"Good. Now lose the clothes. You promised me a naked massage."

"I said you could be naked. Not me."

"Nope. Both of us or no massage."

I was totally bluffing. I wanted the massage, but I really did want her naked.

She rolled her eyes, and pulled off the long shirt of mine she was wearing. "Fine, but these are staying on."

It was my turn to groan. "These" were a pink sports bra and boy shorts set. There was no lace—nothing silky or lacy—but they were so sexy on her that my cock twitched. I buried my face in the blanket, glad I was lying on my stomach, or a totally different kind of massage was about to happen. In other words, my cock massaging the walls of her warm, wet pussy.

"I wish I had a massage table," she mumbled as she crawled up the bed, straddling my thighs, pushing my body deeper into the mattress. "This would be so much easier."

I shook my head. "No, I like it like this."

I didn't have to see to know she rolled her eyes at me.

I sighed in contentment as she drizzled warm lotion on my back and neck and her hands started to work and knead. She was so good at this. Within moments, I was lost in a haze of pleasure. Up and down, back and forth, she pressed and pulled, her fingers digging into muscles I didn't even know were sore and easing the ache. She stretched over my back, the silk of her skin brushing on mine as she moved in a constant fluid motion, never ceasing in her ministrations. I found the strength in her tiny hands amazing—how her little fingers could dig so deep and coax hardened muscles into a relaxed state was beyond my comprehension.

She moved and shifted, now straddling my waist and working on the back of my legs, her hands in a continuous circuit over my muscles and ass. I tried desperately not to get turned on by the feel of her gliding fingers over my buttocks, but it was to no avail. My cock twitched and lengthened, pressing into the mattress, wanting relief. Wanting her hands on him.

Bella shifted again, moving off me. "On your side, Edward. I'll put a pillow under your hip to help."

I rolled away from her, and she slipped a pillow in place, tapping my leg. "Lift, so I can put one between your knees."

I lifted my leg and I heard her deep inhale of air. She knew exactly how she was affecting me, but she chose to ignore it. The pillow slid in, and she tapped me again. "Relax, please."

A small groan escaped my throat when her hands began to work on my hip—the sound a mixture of pleasure and pain. She was bent over me, her hair brushing my skin on occasion, as she worked the muscles in my hip and leg.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No."

"Can you relax?"

"I'm trying, Cupcake. Your hands feel…really good. Really…really good."

"Edward," she sighed.

I reached behind me blindly, my hand finding her hip. "Your touch does something to me, Bella."

She giggled. "Obviously."

I chuckled. "I can't help it, baby." I slipped my hand lower, cupping her ass. "I've been trying to be good. Just ignore it."

She lifted my hand off her ass and set it on the bed. "Try harder. I'm almost done."

That was both good and bad news. My body felt better, but it meant she'd be taking her hands off me. I didn't like that.

A few minutes later, she sat back on her heels. "Roll over again." As I started to, she put her hand on my side. "On your back, Edward."

I did as she asked. She was motionless for a moment, her hand resting on my stomach. "I really need to buy a massage table," she muttered. "I have a feeling this is going to cause trouble."

My breathing picked up as she straddled my stomach, her back to me. She leaned forward, her hands on my thighs, kneading them in low, slow strokes. Her body mimicked the action of her hands, her face so close to my throbbing cock I could feel her warm breath drifting over the head. Her hair brushed against my legs, the silky strands tickling my skin. I lifted my head, groaning at the sight. Bella's ass was right in front of my face, the pink cotton stretched tight across her rounded cheeks, which flexed as she moved.

Trouble, indeed.

Unable to help myself, I lifted my hands, resting them on the back of her legs. She stilled briefly then began her movements again. I mimicked her actions, running my hands up and down the back of her legs firmly, slowly going higher with each pass. When I reached the edge of her pink shorts, I spread my hands out, allowing my thumbs to graze over the damp material between her legs. I smiled—Bella was obviously affected too.

Slowly, I dropped my thumbs, ghosting them over her pussy. She whimpered, her hands gripping my thighs. I slipped under the cotton, groaning when I felt her wet heat on my finger tips. She was as turned on as I was.

I dropped my head onto the pillow, my back arching when her lips closed around my aching dick, drawing it into the wetness of mouth.

I guess the massage part was over. I was more than okay with that.

"Fuck…Bella…"

She hummed around my cock, and I felt the vibration run down my shaft like an electric waterfall. I fisted the sides of her cute little boy shorts, yanking them down and off, ignoring the sound of tearing fabric. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, pulling her back toward me, and buried my face between her legs, lapping at the wetness waiting for me. I lost myself in the taste of her: licking, sucking, nibbling at her tender flesh, wanting her to feel the same pleasure she was giving me. She moved over my cock using her mouth and hands, drawing me deep into her throat, cupping and caressing my balls and driving me to the brink of my release.

The room around us ceased to exist. We were lost in the heat of our passion, feasting on the sensations our mouths and fingers were creating. I grunted and thrust my hips up, wanting deeper into her throat. She whimpered, pressing herself against my tongue, gasping when I slipped my thumb inside, adding to the pleasure I was giving her. Her entire body tightened, a long, low groan shuddered around my cock as she came hard, her pussy gripping my thumb, her clit throbbing under my tongue.

Fire exploded, my balls tautened, and I exploded, roaring her name and spilling down her throat. It felt endless, my body shuddering, muscles rippling long after the intense moment passed.

My head fell back, too tired to hold it up anymore. Bella lay across me, her heavy, panting breaths tickling my now sensitive cock, her hand still cupping him gently. Taking a deep breath, I nudged her to a kneeling position and sat up, helping her to climb off my torso and kneel back on the bed.

We faced each other, both silent. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes wide and glossy, lips swollen and her hair a wild riot around her face. She looked freshly fucked. I was pretty sure I looked much the same.

"Come here," I murmured, pulling Bella into my arms and lowering us back to the mattress, tucking her under my chin where she fit perfectly. For moments I held her, letting the afterglow settle and calm us. I ghosted my fingers up and down her back while she tenderly stroked my chest, neither of us speaking for a while. I slipped my hand under her chin, tilting her face up and kissing her sweet mouth deeply.

"You taste like us," I whispered. "We taste amazing together."

"We are amazing together."

"You make me so fucking happy, Bella." I kissed her again. "I love having you here with me. I love smelling you on my pillow. I love how your hands feel on me. Your massages… I fucking love your massages—especially the private ones."

She smiled sleepily at me. "Therapeutic massage, Edward. It's supposed to be therapeutic—to help your body relax."

"Trust me, Cupcake." I smiled against her lips. "I couldn't be more relaxed. I vote for a naked massage every Sunday."

"Of course you do."

"I think maybe Wednesdays would be good, too. Maybe the occasional Friday, just to make sure I'm really relaxed."

"I'll be sure to take care of that for you," she mumbled, then giggled. "Oh, I think I just did."

I laughed with her, tucking her tight to my chest. "I think you need a nap. I worked you pretty hard."

"Hmmm" was all I got for a reply.

I nuzzled her head. "Sleep, baby. I've got you."

Reaching over, I snagged the blanket, throwing it over us. I could tell from her deep breathing she was already out.

I closed my eyes, feeling rather tired myself.

I liked naked massage days.

I liked them a lot.

So...there you go. Just a little fun for Edward. And Bella. Your regular update will happen tomorrow. Have a great Sunday!