So, none of this is mine. I wrote the first chapter for a contest and now, I'm expanding it. What I own … a condo and too many books. What I don't … Twilight and all its characters.

Next chapter will be their lemon … probably mostly pervy lemon because that's how I roll. *Runs off to find some visual stimulation for said lemon*

Chapter Eleven

BPOV

We left the Cullen estate in the late afternoon the following day. Edward was hovering by his brother. Emmett looked sad, but very determined. I hugged Emmett, telling him that if he wanted to talk, he could. I was a psych graduate student. I knew how to handle some of his shit. Emmett kissed my cheek and said that he wouldn't mind my help in redecorating his condo.

That was not what I expected, but I would gladly do anything to make that gentle giant smile more.

Within reason, of course. I wasn't about to have sex with him because I loved Edward. I loved Emmett, too, but not in that way. You're rambling, Swan. Deep breaths … phew!

Back at our condo, Edward and I put our Christmas presents away. Edward was very sweet, constantly touching me and caressing my face, holding my hands. "Are you okay, Edward?" I asked.

"I am," he said, looking at me.

"You're awfully demonstrative today," I quipped, sitting down next to him on the couch. "Not that I mind. I love your hands on me."

"I guess I am," he shrugged. "It's just with what's happening to Emmett, I'm worried."

"About?"

"About what's going to happen," he said. He pulled me onto his lap and he nuzzled my neck. "I can't lose you, Bella."

"You won't," I whispered. "I told you that I loved you. That hasn't changed."

"I know, cara," he said. "But, in my life, there are dangers. Yes, there's a code of conduct. Women are revered and never touched, but with everything swirling around us, those rules are changing. I don't like that. My mother, you, Alice … you're all under protection, but it may not be enough."

"What about you? Who protects you?" I asked. "Yes, I know that you can take care of yourself, but who protects you? I can't lose you, either." I leaned forward, kissing his lips tenderly. I maneuvered my body, straddling his trim hips. He stared at me, his hands cupping my face. "I like that only I get to see you like this."

"Like what, dolce?" he murmured.

"Tender, sweet," I whispered. "Like I'm the most important person in your world."

"You are, Bella," he smiled crookedly. "I love you. More than I ever imagined possible. You bring me happiness, joy, brevity and solace in my ugly world." He kissed my jaw. "You are my Bella." His hands moved from my face and he slid them down my back. He gazed at me, love, passion and desire swirling in his evergreen eyes. "I need you, cara."

"Make me yours. In every way," I whispered. With a slow, carnal smile, he leaned forward, kissing me deeply. I melted against his body and twined my fingers into his thick, bronze hair. His cupped my ass and stood up. I squeaked, latching my legs around his waist.

"Hold on, spider monkey," he snickered, his mouth moving along my jaw. He did not just say that. I giggled as he carried us to our bedroom. The sun had begun to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the snow-covered city scape. Edward lay me on our bed, staring at me. "I want to see you. I want to love every inch of your body, Isabella."

"As do I," I whispered. "Please, Edward."

He smiled crookedly, pulling me up by my arms. He eased my sweater over my body and revealed the black lacy bra I wore. Edward looked at me, his eyes predatory. I blushed, uncomfortable under his scrutiny. I knew I was attractive, but the way Edward gazed at me, you'd think I was the most gorgeous woman alive and that he needed to devour me.

Cupping my head, he pushed me back onto the pillows and kissed me, plundering my mouth and holding me to his body. "You are mine," he growled against my lips. I whimpered as his fingertips traveled down my back and swiftly unclasped my bra. Tossing it from my body, he kissed down my neck and wrapped his lips around my nipple, flicking it with his tongue. "You taste so sweet, Bella."

"Edward," I whimpered, arching my back, pressing my breasts into his mouth. He growled, nibbling on my nipple and rolling the other one with his hand. Kissing across my chest, he teased my other breast, staring up at me. I brushed his hair from his face. He released my tit, kissing me forcefully. His hands unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs, along with my panties. "Baby …"

"I want to lick your pretty little pussy, Bella," he said, his voice dark and husky. "I want you to fuck my face."

"Oh, shit," I whimpered. He rolled us so he was on his back and he moved my body over his lips. I'd had men give me oral, but never like this. I was completely around him and I felt very exposed.

"Hold onto the headboard, cara," he said. "Give me your body. I want to be surrounded by your sex, your scent, by you …" I bit my lip, lowering myself and he grasped my ass. He spread my legs further and with a rough swipe of his tongue, he tasted me from my asshole to my clit. I moaned, leaning forward. Edward's mouth moved relentlessly against my pussy. I was afraid to move, but Edward pushed on my ass. "Fuck my face, Isabella. Move your body, baby."

"I don't want to suffocate you," I whimpered.

"You won't, Bella," he said, biting down on my thigh. I yelped and rolled my hips. He growled from between my legs, his fingers gliding through my sex and up my ass. I shuddered, wanting him to explore there. He must have noticed my movement and he stopped licking my pussy to saturate his finger in his mouth. Teasing my asshole, he circled the rosette before he drew my lower lips into his mouth. I watched him as best I could. From his fingers, to his mouth, to his growls, I was quickly losing control. He slipped two fingers inside me and used his other hand to circle my ass.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped, not in control of my movements. My pussy was clenching, fireworks exploding from my core. "Don't stop. Don't fucking stop." Edward just snarled beneath me, curling his fingers inside. I could hear his slurping and my juices dripped down my thigh. With a silent scream, my body seemed to seize up. I gripped the headboard and let my head fall back as I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me. When my body relaxed, I fell forward and panted heavily. Edward wriggled out from beneath me. I felt him press behind me. "Hmmmm …"

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he whispered, his lips pressed to my neck. They were very warm and I could smell my essence. His hands moved along my belly before cupping my breasts. "I want to be inside you when you come again, Bella."

"Please," I whimpered. I turned around and tore his shirt off. My fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen while we feverishly kissed. He made quick work of his jeans, sliding them down and kicking them off. I smiled when I felt his hardness bob against my stomach. I wrapped my hand around his cock. He moaned against my mouth. Pushing me down onto the bed, he fell into the cradle of my thighs.

He pulled back, staring at me. "I want to feel you, baby. But, if you want me to wear a condom …" he trailed off.

"I trust you. I know your past, but Alice showed me your test results," I whispered. "I want you to be inside me. I want to feel all of you. No barriers. I love you."

"Fuck," he said, balancing on one hand and grasping his cock. He blinked down, rubbing it along my folds. I moaned, holding my leg up and desperate to see what he was doing. He looked at me, placing his cock at my entrance. "I can stop."

"No. I want you. I want you to make love to me," I said, staring into his eyes. He leaned forward, kissing me deeply as he slid home. We both moaned loudly against each other's mouths. I was stretched to the limit, completely filled with Edward. He didn't move his body, just continued to kiss me. "Edward, baby, please … I want to feel you, moving inside me."

"I'm relishing this," he said. "Feeling your pussy all around me, wet, tight and pulsing for me." He looked at me, his eyes so very green. "I love you, Isabella, so fucking much. I want to show you." He rolled his hips and slid in and out. I whimpered, my head falling back. He looped his arm under my leg and moved his body, going deeper and deeper inside me. I never felt so full in my life. "God damn, you're squeezing me so tightly, Bella."

"Feels so good," I breathed, sliding my hand between our bodies and circling my fingers over my clit. I could feel his cock, slick with my arousal with my fingertips. "I've never been this wet, Edward. Only with you." He smiled slowly before kissing me, his tongue circling mine. His movements were deliberate and deep, filling every inch of my sex. There was no rush, but there was an urgency in his lovemaking. It was like he was trying to memorize how I felt around his body. I could feel my climax begin to build around him. "Edward …"

"I can feel you, cara," he whispered. "I don't want to ever forget this moment, this feeling. Looking at you as I make love to you for the first time. It'll only ever be you, mia cara. No one else." I whimpered, but he crashed his mouth with mine and rolled us so I was on top. He was deeper. We twined our fingers together as our bodies rocked in tandem. I leaned back and he cupped my breasts while I rolled my hips. "Fuck, baby, that is so beautiful."

"What?" I panted.

"Seeing my bare cock disappear into your perfect, wet pussy," he growled, his thumb pressing down on my clit. I moaned as I met him, thrust for thrust. "That's it, baby. Ride my cock. I want to feel every ounce of your arousal on me."

"Keep talking like that and it won't be long," I moaned. His thrusts grew harder and plunged deeper. "Oh, fuck! Like that, Edward. I love your dick inside my pussy."

"My dirty girl," he growled, holding my hips still while he pounded in me. I was moaning and I could feel my body begin to lose control, but this orgasm felt different, deeper, more intense. "Oh, fuck. Let go, Isabella. Cover me, baby. That's it."

"Edward!" I gasped as I pushed him out, soaking him with a very wet, juicy orgasm. I had barely recovered when Edward slid back inside and his thrusts were just as hard, making my arousal build again. I'd screamed when he came inside me, filling me with his release and collapsed on his chest, exhausted, sated and … "Edward, why are you wet?"

"Hmmmm, that would be your doing, cara," he said, his hands gliding over my back. "Apparently, when I was inside you, I was hitting at just the right angle, in the right spot, to make you come. Hard." I could hear the pride in his voice. I sat up, shocked at the sheer destruction in the bedroom. "What?"

"I think we need new sheets," I said, sliding off his softening cock. He sat up and snorted. "Aren't you mad?"

"Why would I be mad? I made my fiancée come so hard she squirted," he said, getting up and looking at the mess. He reached into his phone and snapped a photo.

"What the fuck?!" I shrieked. "Edward! Anyone can see that!"

"It's in the same folder as your naked photo that you let me take," he said, waggling his brows. He pulled me to his body and kissed me, tender and loving. "I love you, Bella. We'll clean this up in a bit. I think we need to cool off in the tub." He swept me off my feet, carrying me to the bathroom and filling the massive Jacuzzi tub.

EPOV

We were boiling in the bathtub. Bella was in between my legs and idly massaging my thighs. She was quiet, relaxed and teasing me with her tits. They were just above the bubbles, pink, pert and begging for my attention. My cock was growing behind her. My recovery time was not what it used to be, so I was shocked that he was preparing to go again. "Bella, you're driving me crazy with these touches beneath the surface," I said. She smiled, pressing further back against me. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"

"Yep," she said. I slid my hands under hers and twined our fingers together. Her engagement ring sparkled under the dimmed light of the bathroom. "I never felt that way, with anyone, Edward," she whispered.

"Me, neither," I whispered back. "I want it all with you, Bella. I don't ever want to stop feeling like this. I can't imagine not loving you." I moved our hands and cupped her breasts with her own fingers. She giggled, arching her chest. "You're just as pervy as me."

"Sex, fucking, making love … it's for the sake of procreation, but it can be fun," she said, turning her head. "I'm more open-minded than most. I like experimenting."

"Really?" I asked.

"Within reason, of course. Golden showers?" she shuddered.

"Ew, no," I laughed.

"I want to play, explore this between us," Bella whispered. "You make my body sing, Edward. You made me squirt. I only thought that only happened in pornos."

I snickered, moving our hands down her flat tummy. "Do you want to continue playing now?" I asked.

"Yes," she panted, capturing my lips with hers. "What did you have in mind?"

"I saw my cock disappear in your body. I want you to do the same," I said. I unplugged the tub and we both stood up. "Come with me, baby." We dried off and walked to the closet, which had floor to ceiling mirrors. "I want you to watch as I make love to you. I want you to see my cock in your pussy, watch my hands as they caress every inch of your body." I pressed my lips to her ear. "I want you to spray your cum on that mirror."

"Fuck me," she gasped, looking at the mirror and seeing both of us. I pulled over a bench, close to the mirrors and sat down. My cock was bobbing, anxious to be buried in Bella's pussy.

"Come here," I said. She walked to me and faced me. "Turn around." I scoot back and she sat down. I was behind her. She was sitting demurely, her breasts covered by her arms and her legs together. "Look up, Bella. What do you see?"

She blinked up, her head cocked. "I see a couple. A man, strong and confident."

"And you?" I asked, my fingers moving along her arms and kissing her neck. "Describe yourself."

"Petite, athletic, but with curves," she said. I slid my hands along her arms and moved them away from her breasts. I cupped them, twisting and teasing her nipples. "Hmmm, breasts that fit perfectly in your h-h-hands." I smiled against her skin, massaging her breasts and making her more aroused. Her legs were starting to fall apart. With my right hand, I slid it down her belly and caressed just above her mound. She whimpered.

"You're not describing, Isabella," I whispered.

"Flat tummy," she said, her hands leaning against my thighs. "Wide hips."

"Perfect hips," I cooed, moving my other hand to her sides. "Spread your legs, Isabella." She was panting, her breasts heaving as she spread her legs apart. "Wider. I want to see your pussy. Lean back against me." She did, her eyes moving down her reflection to her swollen sex. "Tell me. What are you feeling?"

"Desire," she breathed, her hands on either thigh. "I can smell how wet I am. My pussy is pink, leaking with arousal. I can see evidence of that on my thighs."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice deep, barely controlled. I was going to come from her description and her body.

"Touch me," she pleaded. Her hips bucked and she whimpered.

"Where? Tell me where?" I cooed, my palms on her belly. "Do you want my fingers in your needy pussy?" She whimpered, her face flushed. "Or I could tease your ass ... I'd love to take that, baby. You'd own all of me, as I owned all of you."

"P-P-P-P-Pussy," she said. "Make my pussy come, Edward." I smiled against her skin, draping one of her legs over mine. I slid my fingers through her neatly trimmed curls, soaking my fingertip with her arousal. She shuddered.

"Watch my hand, Isabella," I said, cupping her sex possessively. She bit her lip, watching my fingers disappear into her body. "You're so fucking wet, baby. I love that you get this wet with me, Bella. I want you to lose control." She cupped her breast and spread her legs farther apart. Her eyes were still trained on her sex as I languidly slid my hand inside her. When she twitched, I kept my fingers inside, curling them upward and massaging the spongy part that I knew would make her come hard. "Keep watching, Bella. See how wet you are? How pink and needy your pussy is?"

"Edward," she moaned, pawing at her breasts. "I want you inside me."

"I am inside you, baby," I said, my lips against her temple.

"I want your cock. Again, please? Fuck me with your cock," she gasped.

I gently lifted her so she was sitting on my lap. My arousal was damn near weeping to be inside her. "Put me where you want me, Bella," I said. She raised her body, grasping my dick and teased her folds before placing the head at her entrance. "Watch, baby. Watch as you take me all in."

She bit her lip as she took my cock into her body. She shuddered, just as she had when I first slid inside. I smirked at her reaction. My eyes were trained on where we were joined, as were Bella's. She tried to move along my length, but her legs were too short. I put her feet on my thighs and I leaned back, using my hips like a piston. She moaned. "Do you like what you see?"

"Now I know what you're talking about," she choked out. "Fuck, we're beautiful together."

There's my dirty girl. I held onto her hips, my body moving at insane speeds as I was lost to her body. Bella was crying out, pleading for more. I felt her fingers caress the underside of my dick as she furiously rubbed her pussy, moving in concert with my hips. She clenched around me and I felt a gush of arousal on my cock. She screamed, pushing me out of her body. I grasped my cock, rubbing it along her folds as she exploded all around me. Her head was thrown back and she missed the messy show. When her legs went limp, I slid back into her and I slowly thrust in and out. It was so easy to glide within her because of her arousal. I could feel the flutterings of another orgasm around me. I moved her head, kissing her lips. "I love you, Isabella Marie Swan. You were made for me."

"Edward," she gasped, clenching around me. "I love …" She bit her lip, staring in my eyes as she came again and I filled her pussy with my release, triggered by her vice-like grip around my cock. I wrapped my arm around her waist and sat up, kissing her neck, moving up to her earlobe before kissing her delectable mouth. She sighed against my lips, looking at me blearily. "I do love you, Edward."

"I never thought I'd live to see the day where I needed to hear those words, dolce," I whispered. "I'll never tire of hearing them and I will everything to do right by you, Bella. I can't wait to be your husband."

"Nor can I wait to be your wife," she beamed. We both sat up and she gaped at the evidence of our coupling on the mirror. "Um, wow."

"Yeah," I said, grinning goofily. She smacked my arm. "What? I'm proud that I can make you lose control like that." She bit her lip, blushing as she looked back at the mirror. "Come on, cara. Let's take a shower and then clean up."

"Good idea. As much as I want to have more naked fun time, my pussy is sore. You're huge, Edward," she giggled, getting up and tugging me off the bench.

BPOV

"I don't understand why you want my help, Emmett," I said, a couple of days after Christmas. "I'm not an interior designer. You should pick what you want for your newly redecorated condo."

"I'm color blind, Bella," he snorted. "I can't tell what's what. I don't want to have a condo that's black, white and shades of gray. Not that I'd know what colors they are anyway. Mrs. Banner, my housekeeper, knows enough to hang my clothes in outfits so I know what matches, but when it comes to furnishings?" He gestured to his empty condo, save for an air mattress in the bedroom. "Please, Bella?"

"Where did your furniture go, Em?" I asked, looking around. "And this is honestly, very nice. Homey."

"I wanted to have a family here," he shrugged. "And my furniture was donated because the she-beast bought it all."

"How did it look before?"

"Very sterile," he answered. "It was a show place. I want to be able to show it off, but be comfortable. You know?" He looked at me, sheepish and anxious. "You made Edward's condo become a home, Bella. It was tiny, minute changes, but the change is there. It could be with my brother, but it's also you."

"Have you heard from Rosalie?" I asked.

"Through Jenks. Once we figured out where she landed, in some posh high-rise condo in Trump Tower, we had the divorce papers delivered," Emmett said. "Since I'd changed my phone number and honestly, my address …"

"Wait, this isn't the condo you lived in with Rosalie?"

"Nope. I lived in some high-rise monstrosity with that bitch. Right on the shores of the lake," he snorted. "This place belonged to my grandfather. Dad had it renovated, but never sold it. He was attached to it, the old sap."

"Is there a fortress nearby?" I asked, naming the security measures in place for all of the Cullen men.

"Right next door," he snickered. "It's a small one-bedroom place, filled with technology that would make NASA shit a brick."

"Who's staying there?"

"My new bodyguard, Garrett," Emmett replied. "Seth is also on standby, when he's not working with Edward."

"Have you and Seth made up?" I asked.

"We have and I felt like a dick," he shrugged. "But, the fact that he didn't say anything pissed me off."

"Rose obviously put him in a difficult position, too," I offered. "She threatened Sue and Leah. You've met them both. What would you have done?"

"Probably the exact same thing," he snorted. He looked around the condo, giving me a hopeful look. "I know you're going back to school soon. I'd like to have furniture. Wanna spend some money?"

"Furniture for the whole place?" I asked. He nodded. "That's not going to be cheap."

"I'm a Cullen. We have more money than God," he laughed, tugging on my hand and dragging me to the garage. "Come on, Bells." I rolled my eyes and got into his massive SUV. A blonde-haired man slid into the back. "This is Garrett. Garrett, this is Edward's fiancée, Bella. You treat her like how you'd treat Esme, Carlisle or Edward. Got it?"

"Understood, Mr. Cullen," he said robotically. "Mr. Black is in the car behind us."

"Thanks, Garrett," Emmett said, rolling his eyes at me. I giggled as we drove to some furniture store that was known for its one-of-a-kind works of art. I wrinkled my nose, but followed Emmett inside. We met up with an attractive woman who was suctioned to Emmett's side, making him extremely uncomfortable. Jacob and Garrett were watching, snickering at Emmett's clear distaste for the woman.

"Look, um, Chloe," I said, looking at her. "You're making my brother very uncomfortable with your constant pawing."

"Am I?" Chloe purred. Paw, paw, caress …

"Yeah, but my mother raised me to be a gentleman," Emmett chuckled. "I'd appreciate if you back off, or if you could find someone else to help us. If not, we'll take our business elsewhere. I'm purchasing furniture for a 3200-square foot condo that needs to be elegant, but homey. You can probably guess what the commission is going to be, princess. You just fucked yourself royally." He wrinkled his nose. "That wasn't very gentlemanly, was it?"

"No, Em, but I think she got the point," I laughed. "So, go get some else, Chlorine." She huffed and stomped away. I shrugged, sitting down on a grey couch. "This is pretty comfortable."

An older gentleman, about Carlisle's age, came over and he apologized about Chloe. He said that she was overly flirtatious with the male customers. I said that she was acting like a harlot. The man blushed and assured us that he'd personally take care of us, giving us a hefty discount. With his help and some fancy computer program, I helped Emmett find furniture for his new home. I didn't unilaterally make decisions for him. I assisted him, by helping him choose colors, textures and décor. When it was done, the sales man was ready to hire me, but I declined, saying that I had a master's program I needed to complete.

Emmett hugged me, thanking me for my help. I smiled and kissed his cheek before getting into the car with Jacob. I had a couple of days before the winter quarter would begin and my life would return to its normal level of crazy. I wanted to make the most of it. "Jake, can you drive me to …" I trailed off. "Um, where does one get sexy lingerie? I normally buy my shit in bulk at Walmart."

"I'll drive you to see Zafrina," Jacob laughed. "Planning on seducing The Boss?"

"Planning ahead for New Year's," I smirked. "We're spending New Year's Eve at home and I want to give him something to salivate over."

EPOV

"Thanks, Mrs. Cope, for doing all of this," I said. She'd come over while Bella was over at the hospital with Alice. She was preparing for her internship, meeting with her advisor and getting the lay of the land. She didn't need to do it, but with Alice's connections, she wanted to get a head start. I used the afternoon to make munchies for our evening in for New Year's, but I was hopeless in the kitchen.

"Mr. Cullen, it's truly my pleasure," she answered. "And thank you for the time off to see my daughter. She introduced me to her fiancée and he's a wonderful man. It'll be a spring wedding."

"This spring?" I asked.

"Oh, no. After she graduates from college," she laughed. "Next spring."

"Congratulations," I smiled.

"Now, your antipasto tray is in the fridge. You don't need to do anything with that except for take it out. For these other appetizers, put them in the oven at 350 degrees. The quiches? They go in for fifteen minutes and the fancy pigs-in-a-blanket? They go for ten. You can put them in five minutes after the quiches," she explained. I looked at her, my brow arched. "I wrote it down for you, Mr. Cullen." She handed me a sticky note. I read it and nodded. "I've also made some cookies. They are in the refrigerator as well, along with rum cake. It was a family favorite when I was younger. Happy New Year and I'll see you on Tuesday."

"Thank you," I smiled. She pointed to the note and bustled out of my condo. I looked up, sighing. The house looked strangely empty. The holiday decorations were boxed up and put into the storage unit. The only thing that remained was the twinkle lights on top of the mantle, mixed in with some greenery. As the sun set, I lit the fireplace and turned on the lights and lit some candles, setting a romantic mood. Bella came in a half hour later, dressed in a grey skirt, purple sweater and a long grey coat. Her cheeks were pink and she was grinning from ear-to-ear. "Did things go well, cara?"

"Oh, my goodness. This is going to be awesome, Edward," she said. "My advisor, Maureen, is amazing. I may have to change my focus after meeting with her. It's going to be tough balancing classwork and the internship, but it's going to be worth it." She ran into my arms, covering my face with kisses. I slid my arms around her, relishing in her soft body pressed to mine.

"I'm so happy for you, Bella," I said, cupping her face. "You are so fucking brilliant."

"So are you, Mobward," she giggled.

"Not this again," I groaned, tugging on her hand. "If my guys heard you call me Mobward, I'd never live it down."

"Speaking of Mobward, things have been quiet since Rosalie was summarily dumped," Bella quipped, walking to the living room and curling up on the couch after she kicked off her heels.

"My guess is that they're trying to find out what she knows. But, we're still keeping a close eye on Royce, Marcus and Uncle Stephan. We've also got a private detective on Rosalie," I explained. "I can't tell you much more than that, but you're never going to be touched."

"I just worry about you, Edward," she said, brushing my hair back.

"Don't, Bella. I'm protected, just like you. I also carry a weapon on me at all times," I smiled. "Well, except when I'm home. That would be a little weird." She rolled her eyes. "Now, why don't you put your feet up and I'm going to get our meal ready."

"Meal?" she asked. "Edward, I love you, but you can't cook."

"Mrs. Cope helped," I said, turning on the oven and taking out the antipasto tray. I put it on the cocktail table and poured Bella a glass of wine. Turning on some music, I put the quiches in once the oven was preheated and five minutes later, slipped in the other appetizer.

"Edward, why don't you have a piano in your condo?" she asked. "You're a wonderful player."

"I don't know. I only took lessons to appease my mother, but playing was always soothing," I shrugged. I looked over at her and she was relaxed, content and happy. "Do you want me to get a piano?"

"It would be a nice place to fuck," she giggled.

"There's my pervy girl," I laughed.

"You know me," she smirked, blinking back at me. "But, if playing it is so soothing, why don't you have one?"

"I never really considered it. When I wanted to play, I'd go home to my parents' place," I shrugged, pulling out the quiches and pigs-in-a-blanket. I put them onto a tray and carried it to Bella in the living room. I bit my lip, considering the option of getting a piano. "It couldn't be a full grand piano. It would never fit in the service elevator."

"A baby grand?" Bella asked.

"Maybe," I said, sitting down next to her. "Where?"

She bit her lip, looking around our living room. "We could move the dining room table over and put it next to the fireplace? Or would that be too crammed?"

"I agree with you. It would be too crammed, but putting it next to the window on the other side of the fireplace would be nice. That chair is just for decoration, anyway," I chuckled. "What color piano should I get?"

"Black," she said, snuggling against my side. "It would look beautiful in here and hearing you play would be a bonus."

"Along with the promise of sexy times," I snickered, pressing my lips to her temple.

"That, too," she laughed. "But, I think your well-being is worth more than the promise of naked goodness on top of the imaginary, but soon-to-be-bought piano. Your face relaxes. The tension leaves your body and you look happy."

"Is that my fiancée talking or the psych student?" I quipped.

"Both," she answered. "As a psych student, music has healing properties and your jobs, both legitimate and illegal, are high stress. As your fiancée, I'm requesting it for purely selfish purposes."

"What's that, cara?" I snickered.

"I want to hear my future husband serenade me," she said, looking up at me and grinning widely. I rolled my eyes, kissing her tenderly. We munched on the appetizers that Mrs. Cope helped me prepare and we just talked for hours on end. It was probably the best night I'd had in a long time. No stress about my job, as Bella said, both legitimate and illegal. A night filled with laughter, flirtations and kissing. When the fireworks went off, I dragged Bella to the window and we watched as the new year was celebrated in the city of Chicago. I slid my arms around her waist, making a silent vow that I was going to make every one of her dreams come true and ensure in her happiness. It was my New Year's Resolution. "Happy New Year, Mobward," she giggled.

I sighed, kissing her neck and holding her to my body. "Happy New Year, Isabella. I love you," I whispered.

She turned in my arms and her eyes shimmered. "Make love to me?" she asked. Bella removed her sweater and shimmied out of her skirt. I bit back a groan when I saw her extremely sexy, very see-through, lingerie. "Here. I want to show the world that I'm yours."

I gulped, but stared into her eyes. I kissed her, roughly. She moaned as her hands flew up to my hair. I ripped off my shirt, sending buttons flying all over the room. As I kissed her neck, Bella's fingers moved to my belt buckle, quickly removing it and pushing my pants down. I cupped her face as her hand wrapped around my cock. "Turn around, Isabella." She kissed me once more before facing the city. I ran my hands along her body, teasing her breasts and sliding her slinky thong down her legs. I gripped my cock, running them along her folds. "I love you, cara," I whispered as I slid inside.

"Edward," she sighed, her hands splayed on the glass. "It feels so good. I love your cock inside me."

You're telling me, baby. If I could, my cock would always be inside you. I kissed her neck, slowly thrusting inside her. She was wet, tight, and mine. If only we weren't twenty-five stories up. She wanted the world to know she belonged to me. Bella wanted me to fuck her and show the city that she was mine. This is my dream woman. "Watch me as I fuck you, Bella," I grunted, my hands on her hips as I thrust forward. "Your pussy is mine. Say it, baby."

"Yours," she whimpered, her cheek pressed against the window. I removed her bra and twisted her nipples while I slammed every inch of my cock into her wetness. "Edward …" she gasped. "Harder. Take me harder." I eagerly complied, the sound of our skin slapping the only sounds in the room. She moaned, her hand circling her clit. "You're so big, Edward. I love you fucking me."

"Only you," I growled out. "It will only ever be you." She tightened her hold around my cock. I spread the globes of her ass, sucking on my thumb and circling her rosette. Her moans grew louder as she arched her back, pressing against me. I slipped my thumb into her and she pushed back, her wetness increasing around me. "I can feel you, baby. I want you to come."

"Hmmmm," she breathed, moving with me, pushing back against my cock. "More, Edward. I want more."

I removed my thumb and sucked on my middle finger, pressing it further into her body. She shuddered, her movements stopping as a rush of her arousal coated my cock. I moved my finger in tandem with my body and she began to mumble incoherently. I could feel my own body begin to tremble from staving off my orgasm. "Isabella, my Bella … I want you to come," I choked out. She let out a guttural moan, her pussy clenching tightly around me. I could feel her muscles pulsate around me and I saw stars as my cock couldn't hold back anymore. I released inside her, filling her body with my cum. She was limp against the window, panting heavily. I didn't want to leave her body, but I slipped out, seeing my release trickle down her thighs.

"I have no bones," she said breathily. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes soft and her lips curled up in a sweet smile. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too," I whispered, sweeping her into my arms. She squeaked, her arms resting on my shoulders. "Best New Year's ever."

"It was," she smiled, kissing me tenderly. "The beginning of the best year of our lives …"

"I couldn't have said it better myself, cara. Now, as much as I loved showing you off, fucking you in front of the city, I want to make love to my fiancée," I whispered. "You deserve nothing less." She smiled as I laid her down on the bed where we were lost in each other until the sun came up.

It was the beginning of the best year of our lives and I had a woman who I loved by my side. That made it worth it.

Always.

A/N: We had some drama in the previous chapter. This chapter was all lemony, smutty goodness. With a little plot development. Pictures of Emmett's new condo are on my blog. You can find a link for that on my profile. I'm also on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. Twitter, too: tufano79.

Up next will be back to reality and a jump in time. Probably closer to Valentine's day … and the grand opening of Bound and Gagged. Now, this will not turn into a BDSM story. I'm not into that. But, it will be lead to some pervy times for our two lovebirds. Leave me some loving … Thank you for reading! :-)