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This is Edward, Bella, and a sofa. And a lot of citrus.

CHAPTER 21: Wrap Around

Bella followed my mom into the kitchen after saying good-bye to her dad, and I ran upstairs to my room. I had an idea that needed preparation in case I had the chance to make it happen later. I heard Emmett following me and grinned. While I would love to see the hairless ring on his ass from the lotion I'd applied to his toilet seat, I also didn't want to actually see his ass. I knew he would try to get back at me, but I was prepared. I grabbed the cordless clippers, holding them hidden in front of me as I went about setting up my idea for later until I heard his careful, stealthy footsteps enter my room. I wanted to roll my eyes. Emmett couldn't be sneaky if his life depended on it.

I waited until I knew he was behind me, raising my arms at the last minute so that he grabbed my torso but left my hands free. He lifted me with a triumphant grunt, and I brought my arms up and back, hitting the power button on the clippers and connecting with his head. He howled and tried to duck, and I flung the clippers across the room where they couldn't be used against me.

"Motherfucker," he said, not without some admiration. He put his hand to his head, feeling the shaved strip on his scalp. He tackled me with a whoop, and I was laughing too hard to properly defend myself. "I can't believe you did that."

"I can't believe you fell for it," I gasped as we wrestled on the floor. "Oof!"

We heard Mom calling us on the intercom to come down to dinner, and he rolled off me.

"Wait until Rosalie sees what you did," he said, dashing down the stairs.

I felt a moment's trepidation, but shrugged and followed him. Dinner went well after the exclamations and examinations of his head, but Mom and Dad just let it go after the initial shock. Rosalie adopted a serves-you-right attitude, so I knew I was in the clear. Dad, Emmett, and I cleared the table and cleaned up after dinner as was Cullen family tradition, and then Bella and I left to go get her things at her house so she could spend the night. Her house was dark and quiet as we entered and went upstairs, and I saw the stone in the necklace I'd given her catch the light when she hit the switch to the overhead lamp in her bedroom. She cast a curious glance at me as she went to her closet, pulling out an overnight bag.

"Okay?" she questioned, digging through her things.

"Fine." I was thinking about how much better the holiday was having her with me. It was sappy, but it was true.

She paused, tilting her head and looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I'm just thinking how different this Christmas is than last year. It's a whole lot better spending it with you." It was the truth, and I wanted her to know it.

She murmured my name, looking pleased and surprised at the same time.

"Let me help you." I took the bag, but tossed it on the bed so I could hold her. Kiss her.

She responded as she always did, fully and completely. She leaned into me and parted her lips, welcoming me in and taking me deep. I kissed her, taking my time to enjoy and linger over every sigh and soft sound, storing them in my memory and then making more. We shared soft, easy presses of lips until she laid her cheek on my chest, holding on to my arms.

"Wow."

"Come on," I told her, touching my mouth to her fragrant hair. "We've got all night."

I took great interest in her lingerie drawer while she finished packing. She wouldn't let me perv through it, although she did tease me about the nightstand drawer in my bedroom.

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"

"Oh, hell no," she said with a sly grin. "Actually, I was hoping we could try some of it tonight."

She wanted to try some of the stuff in my drawer. I was dumfounded, amazed, and unbelievably turned on. Once again, I thought I was the luckiest bastard on earth.

She asked about sleeping arrangements as we went back to my car, understandably concerned about falling asleep with Emmett in the house. I assured her that with the Whitlocks out of town, he'd be sleeping at Rosalie's.

"Okay, then, where am I sleeping?" she asked.

That was a good question. I wasn't sure where she'd be sleeping officially – that is, as far as my parents were concerned – but there was no doubt in my mind she'd be sleeping in my bed. I couldn't fucking wait to have her there all night long.

"Well, we have a guest suite over the garage," I said thoughtfully, and she snorted.

"Of course you do. A guest suite. Doesn't everyone? Oh, sorry. Go on," she told me when I gave her a look.

"Like I was saying, we have a guest suite over the garage, but I'm thinking I can convince the parental unit to let you sleep on the pullout bed in the music room. What?" I asked when she stopped to stare at me.

"You think they'll really let me sleep anywhere near your room, all alone on your private floor three stories above them?"

"Yeah. I'm thinking they will. It's very quiet – and very private – up there. You can't hear anything from the main floor."

She shook her head and headed toward my car, letting me open the door for her.

"It's different, being the parents of boys," I told her, knowing what she was thinking. "Besides, after Emmett's little scene at the dinner table the other night with the condom, it's not like they haven't figured out we're, uh, sexually active."

My parents were lenient, but they weren't stupid. They knew there would be some sneaking around going on in the house that night, but as long as they trusted me to be smart and responsible, they'd most likely let it slide.

We stopped at Alice's to wish her and Jasper a Merry Christmas and so the girls could exchange gifts. We didn't stay long, and as we approached my house, I realized I had a perfect opportunity to set up the idea I'd prepared for earlier. It was a fantasy I'd had forever, and I was hoping to be able to act it out later that night.

"Care to make a bet?" I asked casually as I parked the Volvo in the garage. I grabbed her bag from the backseat, walking behind her to the door that led into the kitchen.

"What kind of bet?" She gave me a wary look.

"Let's see…" I pretended to think about it. "I bet they let you sleep in the pullout bed in the music room."

"I bet they don't," she said confidently.

"If I win, and they do, then I get a free night." Oh, she had no idea. No idea what I could do with her and her acceptance of giving me free rein for the evening.

"A free night of what?" Yep, no idea.

I bent to put my mouth close to her ear. She leaned into me in reaction, and I smiled. "A free night to do anything I want with you."

She pulled back sharply to stare at me. Her eyes dropped to my mouth, and she licked her lips in anticipation. I almost jumped her right there in the garage when I saw the tremor of excitement run through her. God, I loved it when she reacted to me that way. It was just like I reacted to her.

"An – Anything?" she stuttered, still staring at my mouth.

"Yeah." I brought my face closer to hers, watching her eyelids flutter shut in expectation of being kissed, but I shifted at the last second and brushed her cheek with my lips instead of her mouth. She gasped in disappointment, and I couldn't help a pleased smile. She was just as on edge as I was.

"What – what do I get if I win?"

"Anything you want," I promised her, but I knew this wasn't a bet I would lose. Even if I did, I could handle giving her anything she asked for.

"Okay," she breathed. I was practically vibrating with eagerness to get her up into my bedroom.

My mom and dad were sitting at the kitchen table with what smelled like peppermint hot chocolate in front of them.

"Did you guys stop and see Jasper and Alice?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, for a bit." I gave them an innocent, easy smile. "So where should I put Bella's stuff?"

"I don't know," Dad said. He gave me a level stare, settling in his chair and draping his arm over the back. "Where do you think she should sleep?"

He was going to play it that way, was he? I was good at strategy. I studied him calculatingly, starting high to give him room to negotiate. "Well, I was thinking maybe the sofa in my room?"

"You did, did you?" He kept his serious stare for about three seconds before we both grinned at each other. "That's a little presumptuous. Don't you think the bed in the music room would be a little more comfortable?"

A good strategy wins the game every time. Perfect. It was exactly what I'd wanted. I shrugged like it was no big deal. "Sounds good."

I turned, gesturing for Bella to walk ahead of me down the hall. I stopped when my dad called my name, turning to look at him. He was giving me that "Dad look" again.

"I do expect that you'll respect the rules of this household. That you're old enough to be trusted to do so?"

Nicely played. The old man had some strategy skills of his own. I nodded, acknowledging that I understood the message, and led Bella up the stairs. We entered my room, and I shut and locked the door behind us.

I didn't bother with the light switch, thinking that she'd be more comfortable with the low lighting from the lamps next to my bed. Bella wandered over to the double doors leading out onto the balcony. I studied her – the wavy tumble of her dark hair, the gentle, feminine curve of her waist, the slender length of her legs. I loved her so much I ached with it, and she was too far away.

"Come here," I said softly.

"What about your parents?" She turned to face me, still standing in front of the doors.

"They won't come upstairs until before they go to bed. We've got plenty of time." I knew they wouldn't be coming up to check on us and that we were safe from parental interruption for a while.

I could see the entire length of her reflected in the glass, and another fantasy sprung to mind. One at a time, I reminded myself. I had won our little bet. I felt a flare of satisfaction, closely followed by guilt. It hadn't been exactly fair. I'd been pretty sure my mom and dad would let her sleep in the music room, as my grandparents were the only ones who used the guest rooms over the garage. I felt bad, but my desire was stronger than my guilt. I wanted her here, in my room, on the black leather sofa. I wanted to see her pale, white skin glowing against the dark, buttery smooth material. Knowing she wanted me, too, helped to soothe whatever guilt I felt. Knowing I was going to have her, and have her in a way I'd only dreamt about, shook my control and composure.

"Come here," I insisted quietly. It was all I could manage without my voice shaking. Lust was riding me hard, and I tried to get a grip on it.

She smiled, and I wanted to drop to my knees and beg her. She knew somehow, because she took one slow, taunting step at a time toward me, watching, teasing me, bringing me to the edge so suddenly and completely that my control snapped.

I grabbed her, taking her mouth, and was gratified when she opened instantly, meeting my tongue with almost the same frantic need. I was consumed by it. I wanted her bent over that sofa, willing and just as desperate for me as I was for her. I'd won the bet. My possessive caveman instincts crowed, but it had to be something she wanted, too. But, holy fuck, how I coveted having her over that sofa.

I grabbed hold of that last shred of sanity and forced my head back when she would have gone deeper with the kiss. Everything in me screamed to just take. She showed no signs of wanting to stop, but she didn't know what I'd planned or what the "anything" was that I wanted. I struggled to regain a semblance of control, grounding myself by reaching out and touching the curve of her cheek, feeling how fragile she was, but I saw the same desire that I felt in her expression. She lifted her mouth toward me in an unmistakable gesture, demanding more, but I had to be sure.

"If it's something you don't want, Bella, you just tell me, okay?" I swallowed. I was trembling in excitement, and even though I was on the verge of one of my biggest fantasies, I knew I'd relent. I'd take her any way I could get her – any way she'd let me, any way she wanted. But oh, please, I thought. Please want this.

"I want you, Edward," she said, looking me directly in the eye. My heart leapt, and my dick surged against my jeans.

If the kiss I had given her before was desperate, it couldn't compare to the one I gave her then. I surged deep and then tore away, spinning her around so that I could see her reflected in front of me in the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows. I felt her pressed all along the front of my body and watched as my hands slid up to cover her breasts. She moaned and writhed against me, reaching back to touch my cheek as I bent and sucked on her neck. I couldn't take my eyes off of our reflection as I undressed her, stripping her clothes more quickly than I had intended. I wanted to see her, savor the exposure of each inch of skin, but I was so hard it was painful. She shivered as I pulled her shirt off, and I rubbed her arms before sliding each strap of her bra over the smooth, round curves of her shoulders. She shivered again, and I realized it wasn't from being cold, even though gooseflesh rose on her skin and her nipples hardened as I exposed them. I unbuttoned her jeans, and she pushed them down, kicking off her shoes, somehow managing to pull her socks off with the opposite foot without having to bend. Once naked, she stood facing away from me, waiting, and the breath heaved in and out of my chest with the effort it took not to pin her to the floor and get inside her as quickly as possible.

My eyes were glued to the smooth, alabaster expanse of her back. My hand shook as I reached out and brushed my fingertips down the indent of her spine. "Jesus, Bella. Your skin – It's so beautiful."

I fisted my hand over the dimple just above the sweet curve of her ass, clenching my teeth. I couldn't just throw her down and pound into her. She had to be sore from the day before. She would be shocked. I had to control myself, but the longer she stood before me naked, the harder it was. Sweat was trickling down my forehead. I wanted her so badly, and I'd barely even touched her.

"Edward." Her voice was ragged and breathy, and oh, how I ached at the sound of my name coming from her in that tone. At my continued silence, she tried to turn to face me, but I held her shoulders to prevent her from moving.

"Shush," I whispered, leaning against her back, running my mouth along her neck and inhaling her warm, musky scent. It was like a fucking aphrodisiac. My dick strained, wanting more contact, friction, anything. "You promised, remember? Anything I want."

Shudders ran through me at the thought, and I knew I couldn't wait another second. I'd set some condoms and a bottle of lube just under the edge of the sofa earlier, before the Emmett-and-hair-clippers incident. I steered her over to the black leather, every muscle in my body tightening, anticipating, slavering. I stopped just before her knees hit the seat, running my hand over the silk of her back.

"Here." I hardly recognized my own voice. My excitement was so great I could barely speak. Fine tremors ran through her body, responding to the urgency, the sheer lust I was radiating in my need for her like that, like always.

"Here," I repeated. "God, I want you here."

I pressed gently on her shoulders, and she hesitated. She didn't understand at first, but at the continued pressure, she sank gracefully to her knees. I almost came right then as she knelt in front of me, facing away, waiting, wanting, and complying with my desires. I slid my hand back to her shoulder blade and pushed lightly. This time she reacted immediately and eagerly, bending at the waist to lay her upper body on the seat of the sofa, her breasts flattening onto the leather. I ripped the shirt over my head, my hands scrabbling for the belt and buttons on my jeans, yanking, tugging, desperate. I couldn't slow down or hold back as I absorbed the sight of Bella, my Bella, bent over the black leather cushions of my sofa waiting for my cock.

Holy fucking hell.

Even my vivid and detailed imagination could never have come up with anything so absolutely fucking amazing. My jeans hit the floor with a thud, and she lifted her head at the sound. My hand shot out without conscious thought, tangling in her hair and holding her in place. If she moved…fuck. If she moved, if she acted like she was going to get up or leave, I didn't know what I would do. I'd like to think I'd act like a civilized person, but I'd kind of left that behind about ten minutes before. I loved her so much. I wanted her so badly.

She made a soft, whimpering, excited sound, and I was done. I fell to my knees behind her, my thighs bracing hers, supporting and capturing. My fingers curled around the lush curves of her hips, digging into the flare of bone as I trapped her between my body and the sofa. I needed contact – much more contact – so I pressed my chest to her back, feeling the slide of our skin, the heat of our bodies meeting and blending. The sensation spread and soared through me. Reaching up with a shaking hand, I pushed the long strands of her hair forward so it pooled on the leather around her face. I was panting, losing it, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to bring the unholy urges back under my control. My lips found her neck, tasting her, but that only made it worse. I couldn't hold back any longer and reached for the condom and the lube, scrabbling along the floor until I found it, squeezing so hard when it was in my hand that I thought it might burst and squirt all over her back. I had to fight a surge of hysterical laughter. Every nerve ending was on edge, scraped raw, and I needed the balm of being inside her as soon as possible.

I fit my knees inside hers and spread them wide, fitting myself into the space she allowed, rubbing my burning, aching shaft along that smooth, sensitive, intimate flesh. She made a noise I couldn't decipher in my daze of lust, and I took a deep breath, gritting my teeth. It took an immense effort to ease my hips away from where they desperately wanted to be so I could roll the condom over my erection. It also gave me room to spread the lube on myself and over her, around her tender opening, being generous with its use. I couldn't be as gentle as I should, and I hoped that the slippery stuff would help make up for my lack of control.

"Okay?" My awkward position brought my mouth close to her ear, and I buried my face in her hair, taking a deep, gulping breath as the slick slide of my own fingers brought me perilously close to coming.

She made an odd, grunting noise in affirmation, head nodding frantically, her body taut and trembling. And then she sent me reeling.

"Edward. Please."

Oh, fuck. I slipped my fingers inside her, spreading the lube, feeling her slickness, the soft, wet heat, the strength of her muscles clenching and clamping. I withdrew, wanting even more lube just in case, and she moaned at the loss. I knew when I heard the sound she was just as caught up as I was, just as needy, and it steadied me just enough to hang on to that last thread of reason. She pushed back against me, demanding that I enter her, but this was my fantasy. I pinched her butt and smiled. I wanted to shout with triumph when she moaned at the small sting. She wanted me.

"No," I said, and was shocked at the low growl of my voice. "Be good, or don't you want this?"

I thrust my dick against her, but underestimated how the sensation would affect me. I bucked again in reflex. She started to sit up, but I settled my hand between her shoulder blades to keep her in place. There would be no moving. This was all me.

I spread more lube over her, over me. Her hands flexed into the leather, trying to grab and grip, to hold on, but the material was too soft, too tight, too slick. Just like she was inside. I saw her try to bite when she couldn't grip, and that was when I lost what was left of my rational mind.

"Jesus, Bella," I whispered, and I was inside her, all the way, hot, tight, and exquisite.

I was shocked when she came with that one stroke, shuddering, shivering, crying out, and almost jerking out of my clutching hands.

Fuck. I froze. Every muscle and molecule in my body locked down, fighting against primal instinct, every formidable urge to plunge madly, to thrust, to hammer my hips until I came in a blaze of glory.

FuckFuckFuck.

I felt like I might pass out from the strain, the inhuman effort to hold back, but eventually I became aware that she had stilled under me except for the heaving of her breaths. I lifted myself off her, my muscles creaking with the strain, and thrust. Oh, God, finally. I thrust.

Mine, my brain shouted as I plunged in. Hers, my heart cried as I slid out. I was nothing but a fiery ball of pleasure, every nerve ending radiating joy and love and fucking.

"I'm going to come again," she warned me in a shaky voice, rising up on her arms, bracing against the cushions. I didn't think it would have been possible for me to swell any more, get any harder, but I did at her words.

She tossed her head, her hair spreading over my hands where they gripped her shoulders for leverage. The soft slide of silk was the last sensation my body could bear, and I went nuclear, became incandescent.

I came.

After what seemed like a very long time, I became aware I was lying on top of her and crushing her into the sofa. There was no other sound in the room except for harsh breathing heaving in and out of our lungs. With a herculean effort, I managed to roll to the side, slipping out of her and feeling the loss with a sharp, physical pang. I slumped to the floor with my back propped up against the sofa for a few seconds before reaching for my T-shirt and dragging it toward us. Gently running it between her legs, I used it to soothe and wipe her clean of the lube and her own moisture before doing the same to myself. I rolled the condom up into it, making a note to throw it out as soon as my legs worked again. Reaching out with the last of my strength, I pulled her into my lap, tucking her into the curve of my body.

"Okay?" I murmured into her hair, my lips searching out the spot that never failed to make her shiver.

"Better than," she assured me, lifting her face to mine. She placed her hands on my cheeks, her fingers stroking gently. She stared for a few seconds and then smiled, tilting her head to kiss me.

"I love you," she whispered against my lips.

I captured the words in my mouth and gave them back, along with the kiss. "I love you, too."

I groaned and set her on her feet before standing next to her, feeling like a limp noodle, but a very satisfied limp noodle. We dressed each other and stumbled, kissing and laughing, into the music room to get her bed ready. Dad came up a little while later to check on us and put the parental damper on any teenage hormonal designs we had on each other. He probably knew he was too late. I'd always been a bit of an overachiever.

I got her overnight bag out of my bedroom and brought it into the bathroom so she could get ready for bed. She rummaged through it after brushing her teeth, and I noticed she suddenly looked unsure.

"What?" I asked, arching a brow at her. After what we had just done on the sofa, I couldn't imagine her being uncertain of anything around me.

"Um, I need to change." She held up a bundle of clothes, and I rolled my eyes as I moved toward her.

"Why?" Like she needed clothes to sleep in my bed.

"Because we're supposed to be respecting the rules of the house?" She tried to imitate my arched brow, but was trying hard not to smile as I grabbed her around the waist.

"I think we already violated that one by screwing each other's brains out on my sofa." A laugh shivered through her. "Besides, what could be more respectful than giving you the most intense orgasm of your life? Dad would be proud."

I grinned wickedly, a little proud myself. She slipped out of my arms, and I groaned.

"I need to change and get in my own little bed in the music room. What if one of them comes back up to check on us during the night?"

"They won't. They won't!" I insisted when she just looked at me incredulously. "I was right before, wasn't I? Trust me."

"Then why did we even bother to get the bed out in the first place?" She looked annoyed and confused.

"Just in case. I cover all my bases, baby." One could never be too prepared. It was good to have a plan.

I heaved a sigh, grabbing the clothes she thought she was wearing to bed and tossing them carelessly on the floor. She made a sound of protest, but to avoid another pointless argument, I just bent down and lifted her over my shoulder. It was a possessive, overbearing asshole move, but I was feeling like a possessive, overbearing asshole. She'd just have to deal.

Her sound of protest became an exclamation, but I just shushed her and gave her an arrogant slap on the ass. "You're sleeping here with me, and that's that."

I tossed her on my bed, watching in appreciation as she bounced and flailed, her hair tangling around her.

"Oh, really?" she challenged me breathlessly.

Bring it on, I thought. I was feeling smug and invincible. I was on top of the world. Brimming with energy and confidence.

"Yeah." I smirked. "Really."

Well, if you insist." She insolently propped pillows behind her as if settling back as if to watch a show.

So I gave her one.