lol. Since a lot of you guys wanted to see Bella's bikini I put a link for it on my profile. And be warned, b/c it's not what anyone would call modest! XD

Yay! This is the chapter in which Edward paints Bella!! I've been so excited about this chapter ever since like chapter 4! Hope you enjoy it.

And now that Eddie-poo has had horrible nightmares about Mildred….we can get back to the story! lol. Poor Edward…you can come sleep with me if you're too scared to be in your own bed! ;)

EPOV

After classes were over, I took Bella back to my house, mentally going through my house, making sure it wasn't too messy. We were both too tired to do anything but go straight to sleep. Since I couldn't endure not feeling her skin against mine, we slept naked beneath the covers. I dreamt of my Bella the entire night; most of my dreams were too…naughty to even think about telling her. God, even in my sleep my mind couldn't stay out of the gutter!

I woke early that morning, around four o' clock. Wind was blowing hard outside and the rain was pouring down in buckets. Lightning split the air, followed by a crack of thunder that rolled angrily through the Valley of the Sun. It was strange weather for Phoenix. It was the first thunderstorm I could remember that was this extreme. Getting up carefully so that I didn't wake her, I got out of the bed and turned on the TV in the living room. It said that classes had been cancelled due to a couple trees falling and taking out six power lines. Classes were cancelled? The whole day? The hallelujah chorus sang in my head.

That meant that I could take all day in painting Bella. A wide grin spread over my face. I knew exactly how I wanted to paint her; I had known ever since I had learned of this assignment. I quietly got out my easel and canvas, setting it up in the bedroom. I must have moved it a dozen times but I had to get this perfect.

Suddenly, she turned over in her sleep and I had the perfect pose. Her hair was spread over the pillows, a waterfall of chocolate, the dark soft sheets barely covering her nipples as she lay on her side. One leg lay exposed all the way to her hip, the supple skin beckoning me to do wonderful things to her delicious body. The other leg was hidden under the sheets. I hoped that Mr Cook would say this qualified as nude modeling because suddenly she was so beautiful I couldn't keep myself from staring. She looked like a goddess, her white skin contrasting starkly against the black sheets. Her face was serene and unblemished.

I quickly sketched her form, taking particular care with the lines of her body. It was hours later that she woke, just as I was finishing. Her eyes fluttered open, soft as a moth's wings.

BPOV

When I woke up, Edward was standing, completely naked, behind an easel and smiling as if he had just won the lottery. The sun slanted lazily through the windows and I panicked. Why hadn't we woke me up so we could go to school? We were late! Immediately, I jumped off the bed and raced to get dressed.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I demanded, pulling on my panties. "Bella, if you put on any clothes I swear I will rip all your clothing so that you won't have anything to wear," he warned, green eyes completely serious.

I stared at him in shock. He had to be joking. My stomach clenched in both anticipation and fear. Anticipation for obvious reasons, and fear because if he ripped my clothes, what would I wear on the way home? I carefully pulled the panties back down my legs, feeling very self-conscious as his intense eyes watched my every move.

That was when I heard the torrent of rain outside. Shocked, I glanced out the window into the storm just outside.

"It's been that way since four this morning. Classes were cancelled today so we have the whole day to ourselves," he explained, still standing behind the easel. When I turned back to him, I noticed his eyes raking over my naked body hungrily. I blushed and climbed back onto the bed. "Would you like to see your painting?" he asked gently.

"What?" I said stupidly. I was still a little disoriented from waking up. The storm couple with Edward's strange behavior made everything seem so strange.

"I painted you while you slept."

Curiosity overtaking me, I climbed off the bed and carefully stood in front of the easel to look at Edward's painting. The second my eyes rested on the canvas, I gasped. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before. My sleeping for was so lifelike that I was almost convinced that if I reached out and touched it, it would be real, a miniature person. The dark sheets seemed wispy and mist-like, wafting around me like a kind of insubstantial fog. It looked like something from a dream, surreal, except for the sleeping woman. She was the only thing that looked real. The only colors that he had used were blues, grays, blacks, and dark chocolate brown for the hair.

It was easy to see that he had taken great care, painting each stroke with loving precision and patience. Every line in that masterpiece was flawless. To say that Edward was a skilled painter would be like saying that the universe is large – it was true, but it misses the scale of things, a drastic understatement.

I think I forgot how to breathe.

"What do you think?" he asked quietly. I turned my wide eyes towards his, still stunned by what he had accomplished. I could see clearly from his expression that he was afraid that I wouldn't approve. But, honestly, how could I not?!

"It's beautiful. Why didn't you ever tell me that you were this good?" I asked.

He grinned sheepishly. "I don't brag. Besides, I'm nowhere near a gifted artist. But hopefully my work is good enough."

"I think you have some problems with your sight because this is amazing. How can you doubt yourself after seeing this?"

He rolled his eyes but smiled. "Bella, don't you think you're exaggerating just a bit?"

"Not at all," I replied. Glancing back at him, I knew he wasn't going to give in. He would never see how phenomenal of a painter he was. He made Michelangelo look like a five-year-old.

Edward wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to him swiftly, leaving me no time to act. When he spoke, his voice was husky, causing my core to instantly become wet. "I haven't been able to fuck you in too long, Bella, so get on that bed before I tie you to it."

I had to admit, the idea of Edward tying me up kind of turned me on. But not being able to touch him would be pure agony, so I quickly obeyed and jumped onto the bed, awaiting him to join me. But he simply moved the easel out of the way and stood watching me, appraising me. Blushing darkly, I dropped my eyes to the sheets, crossing my arms over my breasts.

Suddenly his lips were at my ear and his hands firmly grasping my wrists, pulling them away from my chest. "Don't cover your beautiful breasts. Otherwise I'll be forced to punish you," he warned.

With a gasp, I realized he was acting the same way he had back in his car. He was dominant Edward all over again. And damn, it turned me on! My core ached for him and my legs were suddenly like Jell-o. Thankfully I was lying on the bed and not standing, otherwise my knees would have given out.

His lips swept sensually from my ear to my chin, tracing my jaw line. My body tensed under his expert touches from pleasure as well as anxiety. I had no idea what he was going to do and that made me even more nervous.

"Relax, Bella," he purred into my ear with a voice as smooth as melted sex and just as erotic. His large hands gently unclenched my fists, running his soft fingertips down the sensitive skin on the underside of my arms. "Just feel. Don't think – just feel my lips, my tongue, my hands." He pulled back and looked into my eyes with a smirk that most certainly did not relax me.

I bit my lip and struggled to keep from moaning just by that intense look he gave me.

"If you don't relax then I'll have to leave since I'm making you so tense," he replied, sitting up.

He was straddling me, his hardening penis brushing over my lower stomach. He held himself so that I felt none of his weight. With a Herculean effort, I focused on relaxing my every muscle.

"No, I'll relax," I said quickly, knowing that his order was impossible to obey. I was already dripping for him.

He turned back to his exploration of my skin, talking conversationally as if he wasn't running his hands closer to my hot folds.

"Have you ever been taken from behind?"

My mouth dropped open in shock. Suddenly, I couldn't remember how to speak, much less obtain any sort of oxygen.

"Breathe, Bella," he reminded me, sounding amused at my reaction. "May I take that as a no?"

"Of course not," I gasped. Then I realized my blunder. "I mean, no I haven't…done that." My voice shook when I said the last word. Suddenly I was very frightened. Was he going to…? I made myself say it in my mind. Anal sex? From what I'd heard of it – which wasn't very much – it wasn't very comfortable, painful even. My heart began to race in fear.

"Shhh," he murmured, touching my hair gently with his lips. "Relax. I won't do anything you don't want me to. I won't force you."

Then all thought was wiped from my mind when his lips closed over mine, drawing me into a hot, passionate kiss. His lips moved with mine hungrily, his tongue sliding over my own. I moaned and inhaled sharply through my nose, determined to make this kiss last longer than the others. Entwining my hands in his hair, I held his face securely to mine as I lay on the pillows. His hands were on either side of my head, holding him up. I felt his hard dick against my stomach, and I grinned in satisfaction, proud that I made him feel this way. Suddenly I felt strong, sexy, and powerful.

His hands cupped my breasts gently at first, then roughly, rolling and pinching my nipples in his fingers. Edward's hot mouth closed over my breast, sucking it into his mouth. His teeth grazed over the sensitive skin, marking me.

I gasped and arched into him. As his mouth worked my breasts, his hands dipped lower, circling over his hips and into the crease where my thigh met my abdomen. His fingers skimmed the top of my core and I hissed, angling my hips up to create that friction I so desperately needed.

"No, Bella," he said sternly. "I told you to relax. Don't move. I want to pleasure you. I want to make you cum so violently the neighbors will need a cigarette."

My eyes opened and I stared up at him in shock. Once again, he was serious, without one hint of humor. And he continued.

"I will make you beg me. I will make you beg for my cock, to beg for me to fuck you like an animal. By the time today is over with, you will be so sore you won't be able to sit down." His emerald eyes were dark with lust and love intertwined. "You will be just a puddle beneath me, melting from your multiple orgasms."

Since I was naked, there was no way to hide the ocean now pooling between my legs. His soft fingers were still between my legs. Now he smirked as he felt the heat and wetness emanating from me now. He lifted his hand to his lips, watching me, and took one long lick. I saw the remaining liquid trickle thickly down his hand before he lapped my juices from his hand.

"You taste sweeter than sugar," he murmured, leaning down to kiss my lips. "Taste yourself on my tongue," he commanded just before his mouth crashed onto mine. There was a new taste in our kiss and I assumed it was my juices. That thought was so strange to me, but it didn't turn me off. Instead, it made him all that more sexy, irresistible. He broke away and instantly moved his lips to my neck. He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, almost touching my clit but never quite getting close enough.

I growled in frustration and desire but resisted the urge to buck my hips towards his hand, that would only make this cursedly sexy man stop touching me. It was beyond me why he wanted me to keep still. I knew I wasn't going to last for long.

"Ed…ward," I said breathless, aching for him in the worst way.

"Yes?" His voice was deep and husky, causing me to become wetter still.

His fingers traced the opening of my hot cunt and I was powerless to do anything but moan his name. Over and over.

"If you want something, you're going to have to say it," he said, his breathing slightly uneven.

"Edward, please just…please," I moaned. "Touch me," was all I could manage.

"Do you want my fingers or my cock?"

I gasped, speechless. He had never asked that before. Dirty, naughty thoughts swirled inside my mind of all the things his cock and fingers could be doing at this moment that they weren't already.

"Both!" I cried out when he dipped two fingers unexpectedly inside me. Then I made the mistake of arching my back. It was unconscious – I didn't have any control of my body anymore. But I had moved and he knew that.

"Both?" He made a disapproving sound with his tongue. "Greedy, aren't you? Maybe I should teach you a little virtue, teach you to obey orders."

If I hadn't been hot and moaning for him before, I certainly was now! "Please just touch me," I whimpered.

As soon as those words left my lips, begging him to take me and stop taunting, I felt him fill me. I moaned in relief and wrapped my legs around his strong back, pulling him deeper inside me.

This time he was painfully slow as he moved in and out of me. His hands held my hips, keeping me from thrusting them back. He didn't seem to mind that I was writhing under him. When I leaned up and bit his nipple before swirling my tongue around it, he hissed and abruptly thrust hard into me, the force of the slam vibrating through me. It rattled my teeth but God, I loved it.

Gasping, I arched so sharply that I would snap in half. My whole body tensed with the amount of pleasure hitting me. Then, without warning, he pulled out of me completely. I whimpered at his absence.

"Bella, look at me," he ordered. My eyelids weren't obeying me. I clenched them shut tightly before opening them wide. Edward's chest was heaving enticingly, his dusky green eyes staring into mine with an intensity that almost made me cum right there. "Are you ready?" he asked significantly.

My eyes widened, instantly knowing what he was talking about. But I trusted him. I nodded, accidentally moving so that his hard cock brushed my soaking pussy. I cried out and pushed my hips back.

"Then turn over onto your hands and knees."

I did as he said, my heart accelerating so fast I was sure I was going to have a heart attack. Sensing my anxiety, he ran his hand from my shoulders to my rear, massaging as he went lower. Before long, all the nervousness had fled my system and my limbs were like melting pools of butter. He ran his hands over my ass, squeezing it almost roughly. I moaned, surprised by my reaction. I liked him squeezing my butt? Hell yeah, I did!

Then I felt him position himself behind me, inserting the head of his penis into me. Oh God, it was so different. Slowly he went deeper into me. It was slightly uncomfortable at first, but then the pleasure began to rock into me as he moved slowly in and out, afraid to hurt me. Moans flowed freely from my mouth now as I thrust my hips back into his throbbing cock.

Now he was pounding into me. I cried out each time he slammed into me, his sac slapping softly against me. It was hard to hold myself up with the pleasure growing inside me, balling tightly in my stomach. I was so close to cumming.

"Not yet, Bella," he growled seductively, pushing my hips back into his with his hands. "Wait."

I tried to obey but it was so hard. I was so close to that sweet relief. I bit my lip as it threatened to overtake me. I soon tasted blood in my mouth.

"Wait." With a single thrust into me, going so deep that the entire length of his cock sank into me and his pelvis hit my ass, he groaned. "Now!"

I came. Hard. My vision seemed to black out, replaced by exploding fireworks. I screamed out his name, feeling him release inside me. I didn't realize that we were crumpled on the bed together, panting and sweating. His fingers moved over my naked back, reawakening the slumbering bonfires beneath my skin.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked me, his voice now soft as ash.

"Yes," I said sincerely, looking up at him. His beautiful face was inches from mine. I thought about tomorrow. It was the due date for our project. The storm had died down, now only a steady rain. I listened to it for a while before I finally fell asleep, dreaming about Edward's glorious painting of me.

So I was experimenting with this lemon. Don't know if I did it right or even if you liked it so you gotta tell me! :D

Hope you guys liked that! And I'm very sad to say that the end of this fanfic is near. But there will be one more chapter after this. And it will be the last. Don't worry, this isn't the last lemon in this story. I have something special planned for the last chapter. ;) Also, since this story is going to be ending, that means that I have time for my other fanfic Surrendering now!!! That's a lemon story too.

Please review!

-Oriana