BPOV

I woke up with a big cat-like stretch and smiled into my pillow. I didn't have to wonder if last night really happened. I must have woken up a half dozen times over the course of the night, and every time I would sit up a little, realize I was still wearing my black dress, smile to myself and think, 'yep, it really happened,' before laying my head back down and falling back to sleep. I'm not sure at what point Edward left the bed. But when I was finally awake enough to open my eyes, they fixed immediately on a folded sheet of stationery and a single long-stemmed blush-pink rose. I pulled the fine paper close and flipped it open to see Edward's elegant script: Went for a quick hunt. I'll be back in time to make you breakfast. With my love, E.

I grasped the stem of the rose, smiling at the realization that he had removed all of the thorns. I brushed the silken petals against my lips, inhaling the sweet scent of the large blossom. I carried it with me as I pushed out of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom.

I froze at the sight of my appearance in the mirror. My hair was wild and my eye makeup had smudged creating dark circles below my eyes. My dress was disheveled and slightly askew. My body thought about being embarrassed by my appearance, but then a wave of satisfaction came over me. So worth it.

I stripped myself of my dress and folded it on the bathroom counter, biting my lip at the realization that I had on no undergarments—one having been helpfully removed for me…—and ran a brush through my hair. I grabbed a washcloth and removed my make-up, and as I rinsed the cloth my eyes traveled down my body. All at once I remembered, and I lifted my right leg up so that my toes rested on the edge of the toilet seat. There, in all its glory, was the mark I instructed Edward to give me. In case I need it, that would be my proof that last night really happened, thank you very much.

Smiling, I turned the water to the shower on and stepped in once it warmed. For a few minutes, I was all business, lathering my hair, then rinsing it, then turning to grab the sponge. But on some level, my brain was remembering Edward washing my hair, reliving the feel of that sponge as he washed between my legs, fantasizing about Edward kneeling, wet and beautiful, in front of me. All at once I was so turned on I could hardly stand it. All at once my unaddressed arousal from our little game last night hit me full force. Why was it again that I stopped him when we got in bed?!?

I was absentmindedly rubbing the soapy sponge over my body as I made these realizations, and when I ran it over my breasts I whimpered. I immediately bit my lip. Edward will be back any minute. I can't….can I? Would he know? Of course he would know, wouldn't he? Okay, pull it together, Swan. I shook my head, and quickly finished washing, trying hard to ignore my body's reaction to the sponge as it passed over certain areas. I rinsed and shut the water off, intent on distracting myself with dressing and seeing Edward.

I wrapped the towel around me and walked out into Edward's bedroom. I noted that he had cleaned up from our little activities last night, but then something caught my eye. I walked over to the couch and noticed a hole in the leather on the top edge of the backrest. Upon closer inspection, I found that the top edge of the backrest had quite a bit of damage in two places: Exactly where I had placed Edward's hands. My hand flew to my mouth to cover my gasp.

A rational reaction might have been fear—here was physical proof of the danger Edward insisted that he posed to me. But my mind went in a completely different direction—here was physical proof of the affect I have on Edward. I wasn't scared of his strength; I was completely thrilled and turned on by it.

But, more importantly, here was the proof that he could handle intimacy without harming me. Who cares if a couch or a bed or a wall is a casualty? Those things can be repaired or replaced. There was the answer: Edward just needed a way to redirect any excess…enthusiasm.

That realization had two results: I felt an almost uncontrollable giddiness at the idea that trying seemed more doable now than ever, and an equally strong wave of lust at the idea that trying seemed doable. Doable. Doable! I'm doable! Do me! Domedomedome!!!

I burst out into a fit of nervous laughter, throwing my hand over my mouth to try to stifle the sound. Then I scampered over to Edward's closet to grab some clothes. Folded on top of my overnight bag was the pair of black boxers Edward had worn last night and I had claimed as my own. I found the gesture of his having acknowledged my claim both insanely sweet and maddeningly erotic. Not helping!

I grabbed a pair of khaki canvas cargo shorts and a navy blue tank top, which I threw on over a beautiful pink bra and panty set that I chose because it reminded me of the color of the rose. With a grin still firmly in place, I walked back into the bathroom and brushed my hair up into a girly ponytail, then, noticing how prominently displayed that left Edward's mark on my neck, I adjusted it so that the ponytail was low and to the side, with the hair cascading over my right shoulder.

I skipped downstairs expecting Edward to already be back, but the house was quiet and empty. I thought about just grabbing a bowl of cereal, but Edward had said he wanted to make me breakfast, and I didn't want him to think I'd gotten impatient, so I just grabbed a glass of orange juice. It occurred to me that I'd never been at the Cullens' house completely alone before. I walked around looking at the few photographs that were displayed in the public part of the house and unthinkingly found myself standing at Edward's piano several minutes later.

I ran my hand over the glossy surface and sat at the bench. I placed the glass of orange juice on the floor next to me and rested my fingers lightly on the keys. It made me feel closer to Edward to sit where I knew he had sat so many times before. I pressed down on some of the keys and was surprised by how loud the notes sounded in the otherwise still house.

A memory came to me from when I was maybe twelve or thirteen. Renee got into knitting and joined a knitting circle that rotated its meetings between the members' houses. One of the members had a daughter my age, Marla, I think her name was, who had a piano and took lessons. I would hang out with her while our moms did whatever it was they did, and she was always working on the same song whenever I came over. I liked it because it seemed melancholy, but every once in a while turned hopeful. I realize that sounds dumb, but that's how it always seemed to me.

Before I really thought about it, my fingers were on the keys trying to remember the notes. Marla had tried to teach me. I wasn't coordinated enough to be able to pay attention to both hands at once, so she had created a game where she played one hand and I played the other—then I only had to remember half. We had a lot of fun, and I had gotten to a point where I knew my part, sorta.

It took me a few minutes but, before long, I found the notes. I was so pleased with myself that I broke into a big grin before resuming my concentration and trying to remember more. It didn't sound particularly good, but for some reason remembering this one insignificant part of my past was comforting in an unexplainable way.

I don't know when Edward returned. I didn't see or hear him. All I knew was when his arms wrapped around my stomach and his cold lips found my exposed throat. I jumped and pulled my hands away from the keys, scared that he might be upset I touched his piano. He chuckled lightly against my neck before resuming his feather-light kisses. "Don't stop on my account, love," he whispered.

"I…I don't really know…."

"Nonsense. I heard you. You were doing fine. How did I not know you could play?"

"Edward, I can't play. I just sorta know this one song, well, only half of it really. I didn't even remember that I knew it until I sat down here. I don't even remember what it's called."

"Play for me, Bella."

"Edward—" This was beyond embarrassing. The virtuoso asking me to play.

"Please, Bella?" Ugh. I was as susceptible to his pleas as he said he was to mine.

"Don't laugh," I muttered.

I felt him smile against my neck and place a gentle kiss there.

"Well, see, I only know some of the notes…." My hand began playing the notes I knew, not well, of course, and even worse than a few minutes ago when I didn't have an audience—or didn't think I had an audience. "That's as much as I've remembered so far."

"Start again," he whispered, and I felt him shift slightly behind me.

My left hand began moving uncertainly over the keys again. Suddenly, Edward's right hand appeared on the keys and played the other half of the song. I gasped, messing up the notes. "Again," he whispered.

I did better the next time, but was nearly holding my breath in concentration. Sharing this with him was so wonderful that I found myself wishing I actually knew how to play so we could do this together. There was something so intimate about playing with him, and even though I was so obviously unskilled, sharing that with him for those few moments made me feel connected to him in an unexpected way.

Hating to interrupt the moment, I waited after the sound of the notes faded away. "Do you know what it's called?" I whispered.

"Yes. 'Moonlight Sonata.' It's Beethoven." His breaths were cool against my ear.

"You know it? I mean, can you play it?"

He rose and slid onto the bench next to me. He gazed at me for a moment in a way that made my heart race, before turning to the piano and bringing to life the song I could only hear in pieces in my memory. It was beautiful and haunting and sad and unexpectedly hopeful. When he was done playing, he turned to me and used the pads of his thumbs to wipe the tears I hadn't realized had fallen off of my cheeks.

Holding my face in his hands, he leaned into me and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was tender at first; I think he felt the connection I sensed too. Then he deepened the kiss, before long running his cold tongue over my bottom lip, asking permission to enter. I opened my mouth to him, and reveled in the feeling of our tongues dancing together. I moaned into him and placed my hands on his strong shoulders before running them up his neck and into his hair.

Before I realized it, Edward lifted my body onto his lap so that my knees were straddling his legs on the bench. The position brought my center flush against his hips, causing my stomach to turn immediately into a mush of tingles in response to the sensation of his erection pressing firmly against me.

The weight of my pent-up arousal descended upon me full force and I groaned at the contact and shamelessly ground myself against Edward. He grunted in return and clutched tightly at my back, pulling me in against him so that there was no space between us.

I fisted my hands in the back of Edward's shirt, trying to find leverage to pull myself in harder against him. All the while our mouths fought for dominion over the other's lips and neck. We were both panting hard and my heart was crashing against my ribcage.

EPOV

I'd needed to hunt. Bella's mouth on me had been the single most erotic experience of my life and I was spent, not just in the physical sense, but mentally. The entire day had been an exercise in control, and by the very end I had managed to hold onto it by the very thinnest of threads—my leather couch was proof of that.

Blood was one of the surest ways to help me maintain my control. And not knowing what the new day might bring—since all of my days of late seemed to bring unimaginable surprises—hunting seemed imperative. I hated to leave Bella; she slept so restlessly all night. But I really needed to go so I could feel more in control and return before my love awoke.

I heard the piano as I returned to the house and was momentarily confused. I had approached the house from the woods in the back and reflexively glanced in the rear garage windows to see if my family had returned. Rosalie was a proficient piano player and sometimes amused herself at the piano. But my family's cars hadn't yet returned. That left only Bella.

To be sure the music wasn't practiced. She seemed to just be playing around, but in a purposeful way. None of that was what intrigued me though. In the year and a half since we first met, Bella had never once indicated she had any experience playing the piano at all. And yet here she was fiddling around with Beethoven?

I slipped in the back sliding door and silently moved through the house. I leaned against the wall behind her for a few moments while she tried out different keys, attempting to resurrect the melody. After a few minutes, she successfully found the notes for the first dozen bars of the sonata and broke out into a huge smile of accomplishment. That was when I could no longer sit back and watch silently.

I chuckled as I surprised her. And of course I was not at all surprised by her immediate embarrassment. I was determined to make her play for me when she knew she had an audience, and I had to nudge her into playing several times. The image of her hand moving on the keys struck me as sensual, perhaps because her hand now moved where mine had so many times before. And then I got her to play with me, just for a few minutes. But in that short time I felt like I shared something with Bella that was such an important and personal part of me; I came away feeling like she knew me better because of it.

She asked me to play for her, and I did. And before long, we sat facing one another. I held her face in my hands, and I was overwhelmed with her beauty and her closeness and how very much I loved and desired the woman sitting before me.

In that moment I didn't know whether it was the way she looked at me or the music we shared or the intimacy of that moment or the power of the freshly consumed blood flowing through me or the seductively sexual being that Bella was turning into or the unexpected build-up of our relationship over the past week or the remaining three weeks until our marriage. What I did know—all I knew—was that I wanted her.

I threw my desire into kissing. And it was wonderful and hot and dizzying and consuming.

I want—no, need—more.

I pulled her into my lap causing the heat of her center to crush against my now obvious erection. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her body flush with mine. I was rewarded with Bella's sounds, which together with her scent seemed to reverberate directly to my cock. She ground herself against me and it made me feel delirious with need.

More.

Bella was grasping and clutching at my back, trying to pull herself in closer to me. I knew what she wanted. My arms slipped down from her back and my hands slowly came to rest on her firm bottom. I gently squeezed her there and she moaned loudly into our kiss and her hips jerked against me. I groaned and grasped her harder, helping her grind herself into me.

More.

God help me, I need to feel her. I moved my hands back up, purposely slipping them underneath the back of her top. I groaned at the color of it—she was quite aware of how partial I was to dark blue against her skin. When my fingers made contact with the soft skin of her back she jumped but then sighed into me.

My hands roamed all over her back, constantly serving to pull her tight against me. The higher my hands went, the more my arms caused her shirt to ride up in the front, and I became acutely aware that all that separated our torsos from one another was the thin cotton of my t-shirt.

"Edward," she sighed. "Mmm."

"Bella." I pulled back so that I could look in her eyes, silently asking permission.

"Please," she asked, and offered.

I gently grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her outstretched arms. The shirt had caught the band on her ponytail and loosened it, so I reached up and pulled it all the way free, preferring her hair that way anyway.

Bella was a vision. Her long mahogany waves spilled over her ivory skin which was covered by a dainty and feminine blush pink bra with satin straps and a small row of satin roses in the center. "Perfect," I murmured, before returning my mouth to her skin, this time working down her neck to her collarbone.

More.

I felt Bella clutch harder at the back of my shirt. "Edward,' she moaned, tugging harder on my shirt. I momentarily released Bella's body so I could reach back and pull off my shirt, bringing our bare upper bodies fully into contact for the first time. The heat and steady thrumming of her heartbeat radiated into me making it feel like her heat was my own and her heart beat for me too.

As we kissed, Bella's hands across my bare skin left blazing trails that only exacerbated my need for her. When all of a sudden she removed her hands from my body I immediately felt a sense of loss. My eyes flashed open searching for the explanation of her pulling back.

She sat before me with one delicate hand pressed against the lacey fabric of the front of her bra. Her other arm was folded behind her, and then the straps to the garment slackened as she undid the clasp at her back. I sucked in a breath. Her actions still never failed to surprise me.

Biting her bottom lip, she met my eyes. She held still for a moment, allowing me to prepare for the sight she was about to offer me.

I wanted her to know I wanted it too, so I gently reached up and placed my hand on hers above her heart, then pulled both of our hands away, slowly lowering the lacey fabric as we did.

Sweet God she is astonishingly beautiful.

I reached my hands up and cupped her face, pulling her to me for a kiss. "Bella," I whispered around the edge of our kiss, "there are no words. No words for how much I love you. No words for how exquisite you are."

She leaned further into the kiss, bring her bare chest flush against mine. The sensation was nearly unbearable and we both moaned at the contact. I immediately felt her peaks harden against me and I thrilled at being able to feel the physical evidence of her arousal the way she could mine.

More.

I felt a war raging inside of me. I knew this was going too far too fast but I felt compelled by my need for her, particularly since our recent intimacy had slowly begun to chip away at my fear that Bella would automatically be harmed if I allowed myself any loss of control.

Our kiss deepened and Bella gasped for breath. I ran my mouth across her jawline to her neck, nuzzling the mark I made there. Bella was panting in my ear and the feel and sound of her breath was driving me crazy. I felt her hand land on top of one of mine and felt her trying to guide me. She panted hard again and then breathed, "Touch me," as she slid our hands down to her breast.

Ungh, so good. The feeling of her breast in my hand was beyond description—she felt warm and firm and full and soft and hard.

"Edward," she panted. "Oh."

"Bella, you feel so good," I rasped.

"Mmm, harder Edward." She licked my ear. "You told me you'd touch me harder."

Christ. Her words went right to my cock, which was straining uncomfortably against my jeans and her now damp shorts. I knew exactly what she was talking about—the words I'd used to guide her in touching herself that morning.

I knew how I wanted to touch her, but we were well into dangerous territory here and I froze in fear of hurting her. She felt it.

She pulled back and met my eyes. Her face was flush, her eyes appeared heavy with desire, and her mouth hung open. She laid her hand on top of mine. "Would it…would it help you if I…showed you? I mean, how…hard is…okay?"

Her words amazed me once again. She is going to be my salvation and my death all at once. I leaned in and kissed her softly, and whispered "yes" into her mouth.

She tightened her hand around mine and guided us in kneading and squeezing her soft flesh. The harder the touch the more soft moaning sounds she made. An intensification of her aroused scent made it clear that she derived intense pleasure from being handled rougher and some primal part of my brain jumped to attention at the receipt of that knowledge. Her willingness to go slow and let us learn about one another was not only helpful to my control but also made me realize that she could be handled somewhat less gently than I would have attempted.

She brought her other hand up and with both hands pulled mine slightly away. She held my wrist with one hand while she grabbed my forefinger and thumb with her other and guided my fingers to her taut nipple. It took effort to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head as she showed me how hard I could squeeze her there, the sight of her demonstrating this being so incredibly erotic.

"It's okay, Edward," she whispered, leaning in to kiss my ear, "it feels good. You won't hurt me."

"Bella, I love you so much," I murmured as I ran my nose along the length of her neck. "You are driving me crazy."

I felt her cheek curve into a smile against mine. "The feeling is mutual."

I felt her gently dragging her teeth along the shell of my ear and I groaned. She bit down playfully and I growled instinctively, causing her to whimper in pleasure. "Need you, Edward," she bit a little harder. "Want you, so much." She pushed herself hard against me to punctuate her point.

Her heat, her words, her teeth, her body. It was so much, nearly too much, and I wanted it all. My resistance, my resolve, was wearing down, and now in my mind appeared as a taut rope fraying in the middle with only the thinnest of fibers still holding the whole thing together.

More!

Not needing her guidance any longer, I ran my hands hungrily over her chest. She arched into me, tilting her head back in a pleasured abandon. I caught her weight with one hand across her back and slowly leaned her back so that her body was on full display for me. I guided her so that her shoulders came to rest against the piano, her elbows landing on the keys, causing a discordant symphony of notes to erupt from the instrument. This piano had never made a more beautiful sound in all the years I had owned it.

"God Bella, you are so beautiful. I need to touch you. I need to feel you." She moaned what might have been a 'yes' as I placed both of my hands at her neck and worked down, running my palms across her shoulders, back in over the smooth plane of her chest, around and in between the firm curves of her breasts, and over the firmness of her stomach. Here and there my touch would cause Bella to moan or jerk in response, causing her body to play more music against the piano. My hands came to rest on her hips, which I grasped firmly and unthinkingly pulled towards me, creating friction between us. We both groaned at the contact and Bella ground into me on her own. I wanted her so much in that moment that a thought flitted unwelcome through my mind: Screw the wedding! Take her now!

No! More! No! Yes! More! Ugh.

"Bella, I…I want to try something. I need you to…hold still. Can you do that for me, baby?"

"Mmmhmm," she managed, lifting her head off the piano to meet my eyes.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her stomach and she trembled.

BPOV

Oh God.

I thought the sensation of his hands on my breasts would unravel me, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of his lips on my skin. He ran soft kisses across my stomach, from the bottom of my rib cage to the top of my shorts—at which point I didn't entirely maintain my promise to hold still. But the higher his kisses went, the more his silken hair, now wild from my hands running through it, brushed across my breasts. That light contact made my breasts ache for the want of him, and the more I tried to hold myself still the louder the sounds that escaped from my throat and mouth.

And then there was the damn piano. The sound of it as my body moved against the keys sent jolts directly to my center, especially she I knew for certain that the glossy black instrument was the centerpiece of a shared fantasy.

Occasionally I thought I heard Edward whispering against my stomach, but I couldn't make most of it out. I was trying to pay attention to his hushed tones when I felt tongue.

"Unngh, Edward," I cried out as he ran a slow icy lick fully up one side of my stomach.

I heard a rumble in his chest and I forced my eyes to focus down on him. The sight of him taking slow precise laps at my torso was the most incredible thing I had ever seen.

"Oh God, Edward. Umm. Please."

I arched against him and he drew one arm around my lower back. He looked up at me, meeting my eyes with his now blackened gaze. As he looked at me he slowly ran his hand up my stomach to my right breast, grabbing it firmly and rolling my nipple between his fingers.

I wanted to watch as this played out before me, really I did, but the sensation was too much, and I threw my head back as I gave into just feeling.

His tongue.

Oh. My. God.

He circled his tongue around my belly button and then plunged into my belly button, causing my hips to jerk against him. He clutched tighter with the arm around my back as if trying to hold me in place. Then holding his tongue rigid against my skin, he slowly licked a straight line from my belly button between my breasts to my heart, where he placed a wet open-mouthed kissed.

He lingered there, with his lips pressing lightly over my racing heart. "You have to hold still now, baby. Please."

"Okay," I breathed, not sure I actually said it out loud.

Any consideration of that fled my head when I felt his lips press against my left breast. My hands balled into fists, that small motion of my arms causing more notes to fill the room. I was dying to grasp as his head and pull him against me harder. But I needed to feel his mouth on me so badly that I didn't want to do anything to ruin this so perfect of moments.

I was panting now, the anticipation so great that my whole body felt on fire.

"Please, Edward."

He kissed around my breast in a circle, one hand going to gently cup my other breast.

I strangled on a scream when his lips press down gently on my achingly erect nipple. "Ungh, yes, Edward. Oh, more."

I heard him groan and felt the gentlest of sucking sensations. With the exception of rare occasions sucking on my bottom lip, he had never before taken any part of my body into his mouth. I thought I would die from it. I want to feel his teeth! In that moment I wished more than anything that he would—could—bite me. Because it was forbidden, my body was screaming with need for it.

His lips tugged gently against my sensitive peak and I groaned at the pleasure of it. I put so much effort into staying still that I was now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, making his hands glide with even greater ease across my skin. My sweat exacerbated the pool of wetness now accumulated between my thighs. I was so aroused that I knew not only were my panties a casualty but I was pretty sure my shorts were, too.

And then his licked me. First, he ran one wet firm lick across my breast and over my nipple. And then he used his tongue to flick my nipple over and over, and at that I screamed unabashedly and out loud. He moaned in response and I felt a fresh rush of moisture, now clearly on my thighs.

"Edward, I can't…I can't hold still…I need…." I trailed off into a whimper.

He moved his mouth to my other breast while I continued to moan and whimper. He sucked my nipple into his lips again, this time running his tongue over it while it was still in his mouth. I screamed his name and he lifted his head, his eyes flashing to my face. "If I hear you scream my name in pleasure like that a million times, Bella, it will never be enough."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body back against his, and then he shoved the piano bench back and to the side and stood us up. From having straddled his legs for so long my own were wobbly, and he kept his arm around my lower back for support.

He leaned his forehead down to mine, our eyes mere inches from one another. "Bella, I want…there are things I want to do right now. Things I can't do. Things I shouldn't do…yet."

He trailed off. I waited. But I needed to hear him say whatever was on his mind.

"Tell me, Edward."

He continued to meet my eyes, his smoldering with that intense blackness. It was clear his mind was racing but he remained hesitant.

"Tell me. Please, Edward? There's nothing that you would want to do that I don't want too."

With that he placed a devouring kiss against my lips and I moaned into him. When he sensed I needed air he began to talk around his kisses. "I want to put my mouth on you, Bella, everywhere. I want to taste you."

"Unhh, yes, Edward," I breathed, now rubbing my thighs together to try to generate friction. He noticed and pulled my hips more firmly against his own, grinding his erection into me.

"But, baby, I need you to know. I want to do it so bad. But I'm too afraid that I could lose control, there, if I do it now."

I could only moan in response. Rational thought was quickly eroding away at the sound of his voice. "I…I understand, Ed…ward."

He pulled back and looked in my eyes again. "Do you, Bella? Do you understand? Do you understand that I want it? Bella, as soon as it's safe, you have to know…."

"Know what, baby?"

His expression became intense, bordering on fierce. "I am going to feast on you, Bella. I am going to eat you alive."

Holy fucking hell.

"Oh my God, Edward," I whispered against the skin of his neck. My legs were actively shaking now. Then, with more volume, I managed: "I am gonna fucking hold you to that."

He growled in response and gripped my hips, shoving me back a half step. I squeaked in surprise and looked up at him. He swallowed hard and then trailed his hands down my stomach to the button on my shorts. "Off," he rasped, half asking, half commanding.

Our hands fumbled together and within seconds I stood completely naked before him. He closed the gap between us with one step that made it appear he was stalking me. He threw his arms around me and crushed his mouth to mine. When one of his hands smoothed down my back to cup my bare ass, I moaned and without thinking threw my legs up around his waist. He grunted and caught me, pressing me against him and taking us two steps backwards until I felt the piano press lightly into my back.

I felt him lower some of my weight and the piano sung out a cacophony of notes as he rested my ass against the keys, my legs still wrapped around him.

He placed his hand flat on my heart slowly running it between my breasts and passed my belly button to the triangle of moist hair between my legs. He pulled back a half step and guided my left leg to rest on the bench. He wrapped his left arm around my right leg where my thigh met my knee and held my leg tight against his hip.

And then he firmly grasped my mound with his right palm.

I cried out and arched my back, seeking more of the delicious contact with him.

"Bella, I want to be in you." His voice was strained, husky.

"Please, Edward."

He rubbed his fingers back and forth through my wet folds several times before finally slipping a long finger inside me. I moaned his name loudly and tried to press myself harder against his hand. One word ran through my head without stop: More. More! MORE!

EPOV

Mother of God.

I want her. I want to touch her, taste her, feel her, enter her.

I grinned darkly to myself as I fleetingly considered throwing us both in the car and driving to Seattle so that we could catch the next plane to Vegas and be married tonight. I knew Bella wouldn't object…

I grunted and shoved the idea away. Three weeks. What's three weeks? That was the blink of an eye to me. At least it once felt that way. Now it seemed like a millennium.

These thoughts ran through my mind as I enjoyed the taste and feel of her against my lips and tongue. The skin on her stomach was so amazingly soft and smooth. Like warm satin. But that was nothing compared to the feel and taste of her breasts. Her heart sounded like a drum in my ears and I relished in it as I pressed gentle kisses around her breasts and then dared to suck her sweet nipple into my mouth. I kept my jaw locked tight as I lightly sucked her delicate skin between my lips, even going so far as to tug at her. The scent of her increased arousal was driving me to the edge of insanity; the sounds she was making in response to my lips and tongue threatened to push me right over the precipice.

"Edward, I can't…I can't hold still…I need…." The need was plain in her strained voice. I did that to her.

I wasn't done with her yet. Unsure if I would be able to allow myself to lose this much control with her again any time soon, I was going to take all I could get. I moved my mouth to her other breast and quickly sucked her nipple into my lips again. Needing to taste her further, I ran my tongue over it while it was still in his mouth. "Edward!" she screamed, and I jerked my head up to her in response. Oh God, that was exquisite. "If I hear you scream my name in pleasure like that a million times, Bella, it will never be enough."

I pulled her to me and stood us up, realizing I needed to hold her weight because her legs were so uncertain beneath her. I did that to her. And I want to do so much more. Fuck.

I leaned my forehead against hers and tried to communicate all that I wanted, all that she was, to her. But in the end I needed her to hear it. "Bella, I want…there are things I want to do right now. Things I can't do. Things I shouldn't do…yet." I hesitated a moment to make sure my control was in tact enough.

"Tell me, Edward." I want to, Bella, but…. "Tell me. Please, Edward? There's nothing that you would want to do that I don't want too."

That can't be true. Can it? I wanted it to be, so bad. If that's the truth, eternity is going to be too short for us. I crushed my mouth to hers, summoning the courage. She told me last night—ungh, thinking of last night does not help my grasp on control—she told me she wanted to hear my words. I swallowed and murmured as I kissed her, "I want to put my mouth on you, Bella, everywhere. I want to taste you."

She moaned her ascent and rubbed her thighs together. I'll help you with that, baby. I ground our hips together and continued, "But, baby, I need you to know. I want to do it so bad. But I'm too afraid that I could lose control, there, if I do it now." She whispered words of understanding and I pulled back to meet her gaze. I love this woman. I needed to make sure she did understand, especially after what she had done for me last night. "Do you, Bella? Do you understand? Do you understand that I want it? Bella, as soon as it's safe, you have to know…."

"Know what, baby?" She melts me when she calls me that. If feels so…human.

I lost myself and blurted out, "I am going to feast on you, Bella. I am going to eat you alive."

But she rewarded my crass words with a promise I would make her keep: "I am gonna fucking hold you to that."

More. Now!

I pushed her and grasped at the button on her shorts. "Off," I demanded, although I tried to soften my tone with a pleading gaze. Within seconds, we pulled the offending fabric away, releasing the incredible scent of her arousal. She stood in absolute perfection before me and left me speechless. I kissed her roughly and touched her everywhere, apparently encouraging her to throw her legs around me. I grunted at the contact between her wet heat and my now aching erection. I pressed against her, desperate for some relief. I stumbled back a step or two and she was up against the piano, a clang of notes rang out as I sat her gently on the keys. I supported her legs and then could wait no more.

I cupped her sex in my hand and she cried out. That was my breaking point. "Bella, I want to be in you."

"Please, Edward." No need to beg, baby.

I easily wet my fingers in her slick moisture and slid home. I wanted it to be my cock inside her so bad that I thought it impossible to resist.

Her words managed to distract me. She was panting "more" over and over again.

I slid a second finger into her. Still she called out. Then a third. She moaned and groaned and screamed out my name. At one point I felt my middle finger brush against her barrier and I pulled back, not wanting to hurt her, not wanting to take that from her in this way.

I needed her words again. They kept me grounded. In the moment. "Talk to me, Bella," I rasped.

"So…good, Edward. You too," she managed, "you talk, too." She threw her arms around my neck, seeking leverage.

As I worked my hand against her, I leaned into her, pressing my lips against her neck and collar bone and feeling her breasts press into my chest. "I want you so much, Bella."

"Oh God, Edward, me too. I wish…."

"What, baby, tell me what you wish for."

"I….," she cut off with a groan when my thumb found her clit.

"Come on, Bella, I need to hear it." My voice sounded strained, even to myself.

"I wish it…was…your cock inside me. I wish you were fucking…me….," she moaned again.

I pressed a hard kiss against her carotid artery, feeling her blood racing and her breath pant against me. "I wish that too baby. Soon. I promise, Bella, I will have you soon."

"Oh, yes," she whimpered.

I was moving faster within her now, and stray notes rang out more frequently, more forcefully.

"More, Bella, tell me more."

"Mmm…I love…love you inside me. Edward," she tilted her head back to look at me, "I want it…ungh…want you inside me…all the…time."

Me too, Bella, I'm home there. Me too. "God, Bella." I curled my fingers inside her, stroking her sweet spot.

"Oh, mmm, Edward…Edward…."

I circled her clit faster and she jerked against me. "Come on, Bella," I ground out, "give it to me. I want it."

She was whimpering non-stop now, occasionally managing a strained "oh" or "I" before trailing off into a moan. She was close—I could feel her body tensing around me.

"Oh God, I'm…."

"Yeah, baby, come on."

Then she did three things that absolutely thrilled me: she screamed my name in pleasure, came hard against my hand, and clamped her teeth down hard at the base of my neck. Instinctively I growled, but I kept enough presence of mine—despite her teeth on me which elicited a natural defensive instinct to kick in—to keep stroking her until she was entirely played out.

I swung her into my arms bridal style creating one last play of notes and sat us back on the bench. She was panting hard with her head resting against the crook of my neck, seemingly incapable yet of words. With my still wet hand I gently tilted her face up so she could see mine, and then I slowly and deliberately sucked my fingers clean of her.

Her eyes flared in response, going from sated and tired one moment to hungry and alive the next.

"Play…play something else for me, Edward. Something that captures your mood, right now."

Her request surprised me, but as I could resist her nothing, I scooted us and the bench closer to the piano. She remained in my lap, so I as comfortable reach the keys. I launched into a funky jazz piece—something I'd never played for her before—and she smiled immediately. She pressed her lips to my cheek and whispered "Don't stop," and then she was squirming out of my lap.

I looked at her curiously and then she slid to her knees in between the piano and the bench on which I sat. "Sit up straighter," she whispered.

"Bella—"

She ignored me and my playing slowed. "Don't stop, Edward," she whispered again as she undid the button and zipper to my jeans.

She mmmed appreciatively at the realization that there was nothing between the jeans and my erection.

"Bella—"

"Pay attention to the piano, Edward. I'm going to touch you now," she said as her fingers gently reached out to me.

God help me, I want this. The fresh blood in my veins seemed to call for it. My body cried for it. I was literally aching for her touch.

"You can do this, Edward. Just keep your hands on the piano," she paused, seeming to think for a moment, "gently," she added. "I need this, Edward," she said as she began to stroke my cock, "and so do you."

Oh God, yes I do.

I might have said something in response as I enjoyed the sensation of her touching me while I tried in vain to pay attention to my fingers on the keys. I knew what she was doing—the same thing she had done last night with her panties and my couch. She was redirecting my attention, giving me an outlet for my…enthusiasm. I loved her for it. How well she knows me, understands me. That's what was so incredibly sexy about those actions.

Her hand was warm and hot and soft and hard and fast and slow and amazing.

"I need to taste you, now, Edward, sit up a little more, baby," she whispered as she leaned her head into me.

"Oh, God, Bella," I rasped, my fingers clearly missing the notes in the chord.

When her mouth wrapped around me I knew instantly: I'm not going to last long.

It was harder to reach the keys now, leaning further back as I was. And I could barely pay attention to them anyway. But I kept my hands there, and moved them against the ivories to ensure this remained safe. In some ways this was harder than last night—what was left of my rational mind revolted against the idea of losing enough control of my hands that I might break my piano. That would have been bad not only because it was one of my favorite material possessions, but more importantly because of this moment I was sharing with Bella. Not to mention that explaining the damage to my family would have been, well, let's just say, that was something I wanted to avoid.

Her mouth was so hot, and she was running her tongue all over me, flicking across my head every time she pulled her mouth back to the top. And then she started using her teeth, grazing them back and forth along my length.

"Fuck, Bella!" Her teeth did me in. "I'm gonna come, baby, move," I rasped. She sat back immediately but couldn't go far because of the piano behind her, so I pushed the bench back away from her at the same time. I came with a roar and a shudder ran through my whole body. I nearly fell backward off the bench.

She crawled towards me on her hands and knees, eliciting another growl from me—How can she not know how fucking sexy she is? She grabbed my shirt off the ground and handed it to me. I used it to wipe myself clean and then pulled her tightly to me.

"Bella, that was…." I truly had no words.

"Yeah," she whispered. "Amazing."

"Yeah," I agreed.

We held each other for a few minutes when her stomach growled loudly. I felt her blush against my chest and chuckled at her. "I was supposed to make you a nice breakfast, wasn't I?"

"I'm not complaining," she said with a smile.

"Still…let's go upstairs and get cleaned up and then I'll make good on my promise."

She pulled back and looked at me. "You better," she said with a gleam in her eye. The double meaning was not lost on me.

"You are so much trouble, Bella Cullen." I chuckled at her and she gasped.

I looked at her, wondering what had happened. "What?"

She shook her head, biting her lip around a small smile.

"What, Bella? What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Really. Nothing's the matter, Edward."

"Ugh, would that I could read your mind! Please tell me."

I saw her shoulders fall and knew that my plea was working. "You just…you just said my name…."

"Yes…." And then it clicked. Bella Cullen. "Oh, oh." I pulled back to look at her, worrying that I made her uncomfortable.

"Don't worry," she whispered around a kiss, "I liked it."

I smiled hugely in response. Nothing could be better than her being my wife. My wife.