Okay. So This isn't this weeks chapter. It was the beginning of this weeks chapter, until I decided it had to be its own separate entity.

I don't know how you all will receive this...but it was really fucking powerful to me.

To write anything after the end was just to compromise the integrity of the emotion and sullied the whole thing for me.

And so this is a bonus. A short interlude of sex and emotion.

Enjoy.

xox

Holy…

It took me awhile before I was anything but an inarticulate mess. For several long minutes all I could think of was a gigantic string of profanities. I used the time wisely, however, using it to rake my eyes diligently up and down her body. She had a sultry smirk plastered on her face that matched her hooded lids and confident stance. She looked fucking sinful in the most heavenly way. Her little hands were poised at her hips, and an eyebrow was arched up at me while I unabashedly drank in every detail.

A slow, eager smile slid across my face and my eyes caught on fire. On unsteady legs I took a step toward her.

She held out one hand with her palm facing me and shook her head, effectively halting me. My brows knit together and my eyes widened in horror. My mouth gaped and it took a second before I could say something.

"Wha…?" Was all I could get out as I swept my eyes from her head to her toes for the thousandth time in the last sixty seconds.

"Where's my other shoe?" she purred. Her voice had taken on a deep, velvety texture as she slipped into the sexy character that matched her bold get-up. I was equal parts horrified and aroused.

"Huh?" I was all kinds of eloquent. She had my mind so foggy with lust I could barely see through it. I just wanted to touch so badly. Fingers on satin. Palms on lace. Tongue on satin ribbons. Skin on skin. I needed to feel her.

She shook her head at me and took a step forward. Smirking and playing her game, extinguishing every urge that raged through my body, I took a step back. I granted her a wide berth as she sauntered past me, her eyes watching me like a hawk to ensure I didn't move from my place. I wasn't sure I would have been able to move regardless, nothing was working properly inside my brain.

"Oh fuck," I mouthed as she strode past me and I saw her backside for the first time. Her eyes were on me. She read my lips and giggled to herself. She was within arms reach. My fingers twitched and things inside my belly clenched and unclenched in little spasms. I fought it all back and just watched, licking my lips and swallowing as my mouth literally pooled with saliva.

As if just having to watch her prance around the room wasn't torturous enough, she made her way over to where I had set her purse on the floor near the kitchen. With a quick glance over her shoulder and a sexy, little wink, she bent with straight legs, her ass in the air aimed right the fuck at me, and retrieved something out of it.

She continued past me, stopping once she reached the dark, open doorway of my bedroom. Leaning against the frame with her back to me, she dangled the object in the air. One beautiful and lonely black stiletto. With her forefinger hooked into the heel, she held it out over her shoulder at me.

"These would go much better with this outfit, don't you think?" she asked without looking back.

My smile amplified at her playful little voice and body language. I swallowed thickly. It seemed to take all the concentration I could muster. I blinked a few times. She giggled to herself and drifted into the bedroom, disappearing as the shadows engulfed her.

I practically fucking sprinted the eight steps it took to get into that room with her.

She stood in front of my closet as I approached her smiling like a buffoon. My tongue darted out to wet my lips as I reached for the door handle, sliding the old metal accordion to the side. She was so close to me I could feel the heat spiralling off her body to dance freely across my skin. I peered across my left shoulder at her, our eyes locking, every feature on my face twitched and jerked with suppressed anticipation. She shrugged slightly at my intensity, chewing on her lip and grinning.

Slowly, my eyes closed, I took several steadying breaths, so fucking turned on already and I hadn't even touched her yet. I lowered myself to a crouch and reached into the closet. Opening my eyes I nearly caved and touched her, my face was so close to everything it wanted. The corner of my upper lip raised a bit in a small, lopsided smirk, contemplating.

"Don't," she said in a breathy, yet firm whisper, reading my mind.

Dammit.

I shook my head lightly, thoroughly enjoying every second of her sweet torture.

With the orphaned item in hand, I stood back up with exaggerated slowness. I held it out to her with a huge grin plastered on my face. I had a feeling it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Her tiny fingers wrapped around the shoe, carefully avoiding mine, and she turned to walk away.

And then there's that view again.

I tilted my head to the side and watched aptly while nearly coming undone.

She leaned her ass against the corner of my nightstand and bent at the waist to unfasten the shiny, taupe heels she had on.

Given the strict orders I was under, I had plenty of time to gawk at her as she changed her shoes. I leaned back against the wall by my closet and studied her body. She wore a strapless, fawn-coloured, satin bustier with an overlay of intricate black lace. The lace was so distressed it had an almost feathery texture to it. It wrapped around the cups of her breasts and dipped down into point toward her navel. She had matching satin panties with thick bands of the feathery lace stretched across her hips. They seemed relatively innocent at first glance; until she turned around revealing the back of the little half-thong-underwear-devil contraption was made from sheer lace and hugged her ass cheeks like they were hand-painted on her skin. Her legs were covered in nylons made of the identical lace. The fabric looked incredibly soft to the touch…which I was beginning to salivate for. They stopped in the middle of her thigh in a thick band of black satin. The contrast against her milky thighs was stark and made her skin appear that much softer and somehow more vulnerable. I needed it.

Dropping the offending taupe heels to the side, she quickly slipped her toes into the black heels I gave her for Christmas and sighed dramatically. She sauntered slowly back into the centre of the room, just a few feet from where I stood still as marble, and did a glorious little twirl for me.

"Isn't that much better?" she asked smiling sweetly at me. She twisted her toe into the floor and bent her leg, modelling the shoes for me.

I didn't answer. I couldn't get my brain to send a signal to my tongue…it was too busy spamming my dick. So I just nodded.

"You shouldn't have held my poor shoe hostage," she purred. "It did nothing to you, and do you know how many times I could have shown it some love over the last eight weeks?" Her voice was aural sex. My head went from slowly nodding yes to dumbly shaking no as her questions shifted.

She giggled at how unintelligent I had suddenly become at the simple sight of my girlfriend dressed in a slutty bustier. But to my credit, it had been a really long fucking eight weeks and I was severely sleep deprived on top of it all. And to Bella's credit, the ensemble wasn't actually slutty. It was classy, obviously expensive, and expertly chosen to fit her. It somehow even managed to appear sweet and honest while maintaining its sexy intention. It was perfect for her in every way.

She took a small step toward me. The silvery lighting through the window combined with the lights streaming in from behind me in the living room illuminated her in an angelic way. She reached her little hand out to me, but then stalled it just before actually touching my chest. My skin hummed in anticipation then rioted when she fell short. She bit her lower lip and looked off to the side as if she were pondering something. I studied her every breath.

I'm so fucked. I can't wait.

"Is it safe to say you like it?" she asked, looking back to me, her eyes searing into mine, a manicured eyebrow raised in question.

I smiled.

"And you wanna touch me?"

My eyes narrowed, brows pressed together, and my lips formed a small O, blowing a stiff and shaky breath through them.

So much.

"Where do you want to touch the most?"

Now that was a question to be taken seriously. Could I only pick one place? I wanted to fucking touch every inch of her. I wanted to lick and rub against her entire body. This was torture in its purest form. Tantalus.

I took a step toward her, effectively bridging the gap between us entirely, as I pondered her question. I reached out my right hand and her eyes widened in silent reprimand. She hadn't given me permission just yet. I snickered at her, even being all sex-kitten-esque she was so fucking cute.

Bella.

"Just one place?" I asked, my hand paused momentarily between us, our faces inches apart. I could barely keep my smile or the excitement in my voice contained.

"Just one," she confirmed in a quiet whisper, barely moving her lips, which I was suddenly enraptured by.

My eyes glossed over with lust and adoration as I looked at her.

God, I love you.

I wet my lips while slowly looking her over, deciding. When I met her eyes again I noticed a telltale rose flushing the apples of her cheeks. I cocked my head to the side at her, knowing she would understand the gesture to read, now, after all this, really?

She bit her lip and shrugged in response.

My fingers waggled in the air anxious to make contact with anything at that point.

Slowly, I brought my other hand up and together they slid over the lace wrapped around her hips, with my fingertips grazing her ass cheeks. Her eyes snapped shut immediately at the contact and she hummed. I squeezed the bone and flesh and dug my fingertips roughly into her body. Need and urgency tormented through me, moderated by the sweet warmth of familiarity.

Then I pushed.

Her eyes flew open.

I guided her backward until she hit the foot of my bed. Her eyes were dancing as they stayed glued to mine. I smiled my warm, crooked smile at her. Her returning grin was like coming home after a long day…which was precisely accurate.

I leaned in to smother her face in kisses but she pulled back.

"You already picked your spot," she clicked her wet little tongue at me, staring pointedly at my hands on her hips.

Incredulous, I gaped at her.

Fine. Two can play at this game. We have all weekend.

With my palms still flush against her, I roughly spun her around so she was facing my bed. She giggled as I pulled back on her, forcing her to snap at the waist and stretch her arms out onto the mattress in front of her. The bed was a good six inches lower than her middle, causing her ass to point right at me in all its lacy glory. I licked my lips and continued.

Keeping one hand on her left hip, my other ran flat against her right – slowly along the hipbone, over the top band of the panties, and down along her backside. I angled my hand downward and cupped one perfect, lace-covered ass cheek, the tips of my thankfully long fingers slid along the fabric between her thighs. I could feel the warm moisture seeping through. Her entire body shuddered in response to my slight touch.

Need. Want. Now.

I leaned over her back, careful not to make contact anywhere I wasn't allowed. I used my palm on her ass to stabilize my self as I whispered, "don't move" in her ear.

I kicked off my shoes and rounded the corner of the bed. Climbing up at the head of the mattress, I slowly crawled toward her. Her palms were outstretched on the comforter as she leaned forward smiling at me. I winked at her as I neared. The angle her body was at made her breasts spill forward into the very top of the bustier. They looked supple and heavenly and I momentarily questioned my decision, I wanted desperately to touch those. But no, I had chosen right.

On all fours, so close our noses were nearly touching, I stared deep into her eyes. Neither of us blinked. We took in one another's breath for a few more moments until I spoke.

"I love you," I whispered, my heart clenching with the overwhelming reality of those three small words. It had nothing to do with the visit, or the outfit, or the unforeseen naughty game we were playing. I just needed her to feel the power of those words before I continued.

"I know," she whispered back. I tasted her breath on the tip of my tongue. It made my mouth water.

Her eyes were soft and they returned the sentiment in fervent silence.

After a few more seconds of staring at each other, I lowered myself to my belly underneath her and wiggled closer. I pulled at her hips and placed a kiss right at her centre, intentionally letting my hot breath push through the sheer fabric and tickle her.

"Oh God," she moaned from somewhere above me.

After a slow swipe of my tongue against her sensitive skin and a conflictingly chaste peck at each hipbone, I rolled off the bed and walked back around behind her. I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it somewhere behind me, like I gave a shit where. As I pulled down my jeans and boxer briefs I noticed she hadn't so much as twitched. It dawned on me that I had somehow snatched the power from her stiletto-wielding hands and taken it for myself. I snickered under my breath at my obvious skills while silently acknowledging the symphonic parallel to our relationship that had always been about trust and balance.

It was my turn to lead.

Hearing my snickering, Bella peered over her shoulder at me. Her eyes went straight to my eager dick and widened with want. I reached down and quickly yanked my socks off, because standing naked with socks on was very unsexy. While I did so, Bella playfully wagged her ass in the air at me.

Oh you are going to regret that…or maybe you won't.

The smile on her face was radiant as she teased me. I palmed the lacy place that was my only permissible area, squeezing and kneading her flesh in my hands while trembling I was so eager to crawl inside her. I slipped my fingered underneath the material and pulled the waist away from her body on either side. I slowly slid the panties over her ass and down her legs, not touching her skin or the downy strands of distressed lace that covered her legs. She lifted each foot in turn, ridding herself of the temptress-devil-panties. I had crouched down before her so I could help guide the fabric over her shoes. As I looked up, I had to smile at the sight just inches from my face. She was panting with anticipation, not being able to see what I was going to do next. I slowly rose and placed a small, innocent kiss on one ass cheek, and then repeated the gesture on the other, the tip of my nose skimming along her sensitive skin. My hand snaked between her legs and cupped her but didn't move. I just held her firmly.

"Oh my God," she gasped. Her back arched and her hips quirked out, driving her centre deeper into my palm and at a better angle for me to enter her. All the while she waited for me to do something…anything. I pulled with my hand against her pussy until she was exactly where I wanted her, then dragged it back slowly, artfully avoiding her most sensitive spot just to fuck with her. My fingers slid along the wet folds of skin and everything inside me pulsed with want.

Now that she was lined up perfectly, my moistened hand held onto her bare hip while the other gripped my dick and teased her entrance, getting it ready for me. She pushed backward trying to claim me faster, but my hand held her hip firmly, keeping her still. She whined a desperate little plea that didn't have a chance to finish because it turned into loud cry as I suddenly filled her completely in one thrust. I couldn't wait any longer.

Profanity.

Lots and lots of profanity filled my mind and perhaps even escaped my lips. She was so warm, so wet and tight and perfect and mine. The moon made the satin of her outfit glimmer in front of me as I held her hips and rocked in and out. I went to grab her shoulder but remembered it wasn't in the acceptable zone. So I ghosted my palm a half an inch above her from shoulder to ass. I slowly mirrored the dip in her back and the swell of her hip as my hand radiated heat floating above her. I swear she felt the caress as if I had actually made contact, because she moaned her body caved underneath me. Her foot slipped on the hard wood, but I had such a firm grip on her that her ass stayed in place. She screeched a little when my fingers tightened to hold her in place, but it was a good kind of yelp. Within seconds her inside walls were clamping down around me and she came, whimpering my name.

I continued moving gently within her until she quieted, and then pushed on the back on her hips to still her. Bent over her body and panting, I had to close my eyes tight and focus on my breathing in order to calm myself. As she regained her composure she tried to squirm from my grip and grind against me, wiggling her little ass back and forth in front of me while I was still deep inside her.

I fingers tightened on her hips. "Wait, please. Oh God, Bella, please wait. Wait, wait, wait…" I chanted the word under my breath trying to physically push away the wall of release that was threatening to topple down on me.

I generally hated that position and refused to climax that way. It offered no intimacy. The entire reason I made love to Bella was to make love to Bella. It was about our connection and our devotion. It was about feeling good and holding each other close. It was about as much skin as possible, slick and moving against each other. The transference of love.

With weak knees and an entire body that couldn't stop trembling no matter how hard I tried, I sunk down to my knees, my hold on Bella's hips bringing her down with me. Staying connected to her, she sat in my lap straddling my legs that were folded underneath me. Clearly forgoing the game, I wrapped my arms around her front and pulled her until her back was pressed against my chest. Her head fell onto my shoulder and I hugged her tightly, my lips placing soft, tender kisses along the column of her neck and dusting over the top of her shoulder. Her skin was hot and soft beneath my lips and it almost brought tears to my eyes at how much I missed it. One little hand reached up and wove into my hair, holding onto the back of my head for leverage as she tried to move on me in the awkward position. She found a slow, almost indiscernible rhythm, but it was so slight that it was nothing but agony. Even so, ripples of sensation caked in emotion spread through us simultaneously. I eased the bear hug I had her in and leaned her forward so we could get more movement out of the way our bodies were knotted together.

Bella's little palms gripped my bent knees and her head flopped forward, resting against the side of the mattress. I rang my fingertips slowly down the length of the black satin ribbon that laced down her spine, fingering the delicate bow at the bottom. As Bella swivelled her hips against me, shooting white sparkles into my vision from the onslaught of sensation, I gasped and pushed desperately on that wall of release, groaning out her name. I tugged gently at the ribbon until the bow untied, then slipped my palms under the boning and pulled it away from her body, loosening the corseting until I could slip it over her head.

I needed more skin. I needed more connection. I wanted more Bella.

I bent over the top of her, her forehead still resting against the bed, and moulded my chest to every inch of her back. I rest my chin on her shoulder and tilted my head to face hers. My arms pressed across her stomach, clutching her to me.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," I whispered reverently against her neck, holding her.

She cried. Not cried out in pleasure. She actually started crying. It was soft and it quietly shook her entire body. I hugged her close and moved slowly inside her. I asked her to look at me and I kissed away all the wetness that streamed across her cheeks, knowing they were happy, overwhelmed by emotion tears.

The sun was rising, sending golden and orange rays into the room, and we were both utterly exhausted. We came together as I pressed my cheek against the sweet divot between her shoulder blades and clutched around her torso, trying in vain to absorb her into me so I would never again have to be without her. Her fingers intertwined with mine and she squeezed. We trembled and sobbed with release against one another.

Wordlessly, I stood, holding her with me, and we crawled onto the bed and fell asleep, having never known a deeper love or intimacy than we did that night.

See what I mean?

We just need to tiptoe out of the room and let them sleep for a while.

The regular chapter will be up Thursday as usual.

Thank you guys. I genuinely swoon over every review.

Hearts,

Air

~xox~