A/N: Twilight not mine. Mmmm, married to Edward.

Is it hot in here???

Chapter 25 – EPOV

My heart pounded in my chest as I placed Bella on her feet just inside the room. Part of it was probably carrying her all the way from outside, and up the stairs, even though she hardly weighed anything, but I knew that the majority of it was from excited anticipation of what we were about to do.

"You're welcome, Mr. Cullen. You've made me the happiest woman in the world, "she replied, wrapping her arms around my neck. We kissed for several long minutes, the electricity that always seemed to flow between us picking up in intensity and pace. It took everything I had to tear my lips from hers.

"Evie left something for you in the bathroom. I wasn't allowed to look. And she said to hang your dress on the back of the door; they'll be around to get them all in the morning so they can be properly cared for." Bella dazedly took in my words, before shaking her head to clear it. With a small smile, she went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I stood there for a moment, still dazed by the day's events. I was married to the most beautiful, wonderful girl in the world. Bella was mine, for the rest of our lives. No one could take her away from me now.

I finally shook myself out of my stupor to pull off my tuxedo coat and the bothersome bowtie. I never mentioned it, but the bowtie was causing some uncomfortable flashbacks to when I was being tortured. Choking was standard fare for them. Luckily, the issue vanished when Bella was near me, so I'd only had to endure for a couple of hours before she joined me at the makeshift altar.

Just as I was unbuttoning my sleeves, the door to the bathroom cracked open. I turned to look, but all I could see was Bella's back. "Baby, can you help me? I can't get my veil off or my dress unzipped. I guess none of us thought about this part."

"I'm always glad to help you, Sweet Girl. Especially when you're getting undressed," I added in a low, hungry tone. It pleased me to see Bella shiver in response. I gently removed her veil, seeing that several strands of hair had wrapped around the clip, making it impossible for her to get it off without pulling her hair painfully. I then moved her hair to the side, being sure to drag my fingers gently across her skin, leaving goosebumps in my wake. I unhooked her dress and then unzipped it down to her waist, revealing the delicate skin of her back to me. Again, I ran my fingers down her bare skin, skimming over her bra. Again, she shivered. I couldn't help but chuckle low in my chest. "Are you cold? I should let you finish what you were doing and go stoke the fire."

Breathing a bit fast, Bella looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes hooded with excitement. "No, I'm not cold at all. But go ahead and stoke that fire. We'll see how hot we can get tonight." I couldn't help my groan in response to her teasing. She gave me a sassy smile, before again closing the door. I turned away from it, adjusting my pants to be more comfortable, before going to see about the fire. I turned on one small lamp on a table across the room from the bed and turned off the main lights. The fire also gave off a bit of light, enough to see her by, but hopefully dark enough to keep her from becoming self-conscious.

I finished unbuttoning my sleeves before taking off my shoes and socks. I then wandered around the room. I had no idea what to do next. I'd just sat down on the foot of the bed when the door to the bathroom cracked open and the light went out. I unconsciously stood up and stared in awe at the vision before me. Her hair was down around her shoulders, still gently curled from earlier. She wore a white diaphanous gown with spaghetti straps at the shoulders and a sweetheart neckline, with the rest of it skimming her body down to her ankles. The fabric was so thin that I could make out the outline of her body through it, though thick enough to lend her some modesty. When she moved, it flowed around her like water. It appeared that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Jesus, Bella. You're exquisite!" I couldn't help but walk toward her, my hand reaching up to trace the side of her face and down her neck, to finally stop at the straps of her gown. Her face, which had been bright red and uncertain, turned happy with my reaction, before changing once again to a combination of love and lust.

"Thank you, Edward. I loved seeing you in your tux, but I would love to see you without your shirt now," she breathed at me. Clearly, my tiger was out to play. I couldn't wait.

I pulled her to me, crushing her in my arms as my lips crashed into hers. After a few moments of heated kisses, I felt her hands on my chest, working on my buttons. I started at the bottom since she'd started at the top, and we met in the middle, finally able to remove the offending piece of fabric. I groaned when I pulled her heavenly body against mine. My hold on my control was tenuous at best, and I had to get a better hold on it if I wanted this to last longer, and to take care of Bella as her barrier was breached. I had felt it yesterday morning, and could tell that it wasn't that strongly attached, so hopefully it wouldn't be that painful to eradicate.

I scooped Bella into my arms, marveling again at her lightness, before gently placing her in the middle of the huge bed. We continued kissing as I allowed my free hand to stroke her face and neck, moving her hair out of the way, before moving my lips past her chin and to her sensitive neck. She moaned as I licked and nibbled on the sensitive spot just under her ear. My hand continued its explorations, following the strap from her shoulder down to her breast, caressing it gently before brushing her already-pebbled nipple with my thumb. Her reaction was electric, suddenly arching her back with a small gasp as she grabbed my hair with both hands. I gently tugged the strap down her shoulder, exposing her breast to my ravenous eyes. She was beautiful, as she always was. But this time, she was my wife.

"God, Bella, you are so perfect. I have to taste you, "I murmured to her before lathing her breast with my tongue. She let go of my hair long enough to pull her arm out of her strap before returning her grip to it. We worked together to get the other strap off as well, baring both breasts to my hungry mouth and hands. I continued to kiss and lick my way around both wondrous globes, using my hands to worship the other. Her groans were coming regularly now, and my pants were incredibly uncomfortable.

I felt her press me downward after a bit, telling me she was ready for more. Not needing more than one hint, I immediately began moving lower, pushing her beautiful gown out of the way until it was pooled around her hips, just hiding her woman's mound. I paused again, to make sure she was ready for this, to which she groaned out a "Please!" and lifted her hips. I couldn't deny either of us anymore, so I pulled her gown the rest of the way down her body before tossing it to the side. She was completely bare before me for the first time, and it took everything I had to not come in my pants at the sight. Her breath was coming in pants as she muttered, "You're wearing too much!"

I stood up off the bed, quickly stripping my pants and shorts off, my excitement negating any uncertainty I felt at being naked in front of her. I quickly climbed back next to her, pressing my full body against hers for the first time. Both of us groaned loudly at the contact, before we literally attacked each other's lips with passionate kisses. Her hands wandered all over my body, caressing muscles and ridges, before taking my hardness into her hand. I grunted loudly from the contact, unable to hold the reaction in. After a few moments of her stroking me, I had to pull her hand away. "Baby, I'm too close. Please, let me love you," I quietly begged.

With her nod, she grasped my free wrist in her hand, and guided it down to rest upon her womanhood. We again groaned together, loving how each other felt. I took the prior morning's activities as an example of how she likes to be caressed, and began lathing and nipping at her breasts again as I fondled and stroked her wet folds. I couldn't believe how wet she was for me. I couldn't wait to taste her, so I brought my hand up from her body and licked a finger clean. She moaned when she saw what I was doing, and grabbed my wrist, bringing it to her own mouth.

"Holy Fuck, Bella!" I groaned at her, feeling her tongue circle my finger and suck the juices off of it.

"Please, Baby. Don't make me wait anymore. I need you inside of me!" she begged me. I hesitated, concerned about hurting her if I tried to enter her too soon, but her hands were insistent as they pulled me over her. My hips settled between her thighs, perfectly aligned with her wet heat. I braced myself on my elbows on either side of her shoulders while I caressed her face and hair and kissed her lips. Finally, neither of us could wait any more. She pulled her legs up around my waist, using her heels to pull me to her. We were so perfectly aligned that I didn't need to adjust myself at her opening.

I began slowly, gently pushing in, groaning the entire time, hearing her moans in my ear. My dreams nor my fantasies could have prepared me for this. It was pure heaven, her wet heat slowly enveloping me. I would move forward a bit before pulling back, moving further forward the next time, before repeating the cycle. I was trembling from the strain of trying desperately to go slow for her. I reached her barrier, could feel it give some with each pulse against it. Bella gave no visible reaction, other than the moans of pleasure and murmured pleadings for more.

Without warning, her legs strongly clenched, pulling me all the way inside of her. I couldn't help my shout of surprise and pleasure as I struggled to maintain my control, trying to stay still inside of her until she was ready. I pried my eyes open to find her writhing below me, her face tensed, her mouth open. It took me only a moment to realize that her reaction was one of pure pleasure. I tentatively pulled back a bit before surging forward gently again. She gave her own shout of pleasure with that, and I knew that I was free to move how I wanted.

I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her, once again making sure that she wasn't experiencing any discomfort. Again, it was the exact opposite. She grabbed my hair in both hands again, pulling me down for several sloppy, wet kisses, the best we could do since both of us were panting for breath as I began moving in and out of her in earnest, the explosion within both of us building quickly. I couldn't seem to ease my pounding into her, but she met me for each thrust and clearly reveled in each stroke. She had been sex talking for several minutes now, her words getting more difficult to discern, though most of them sounded like "More", "Faster", "Harder", "Love", and "Fuck".

She yanked on my hair once more, bringing my focus back to her eyes from where I'd been entranced watching her breasts bounce to the rhythm of my thrusts. Her eyes were almost black and hooded with her passion. Her face was flushed and her mouth hung slightly open, fighting for air. She kept biting her lower lip, trying to stifle her sounds, but having to let go to breathe again. She looked deeply into my eyes and said, "Edward, I'm almost there. Please come with me!"

"Yes, Baby, come for me! I can't hold back much longer," I groaned back at her. Seemingly in response to my words, her body tightened down into itself as a flush spread its way across her breasts, both sure signs of her impending release. I tightened my grip on her shoulder and hip, not wanting her to accidently buck me off during her orgasm. I leaned down again, bringing her nipple back into my mouth, before gently biting down.

That triggered her climax, her legs and sex clamping down hard around me, her back arching, a primal cry being wrenched from her throat. Her climax triggered my own as I slammed into her a few more times, shouting my own pleasure to the world, my entire body trembling violently as my release spurted from me deep into her body.

Long moments later, I finally relaxed back down on top of her body, barely remembering to take most of my weight back onto my elbows. Both of our bodies shook occasionally from aftershocks of pleasure streaking through us as our breathing slowed. I reluctantly pulled myself from her, garnering a whimper from her and a shiver from me, before rolling over to my side of the bed, reaching out to grab her hand as we lay side by side recovering.

After a few moments, I knew I had to get up, or else I was going to go to sleep as we were. I rolled off the side of the bed, ignoring her whimper of protest, before stoking the fire and padding into the bathroom. I had more plans.

*****

BPOV

I could hear Edward turn on the water in the tub, though I could do nothing but lie there limply. I realized now that I had had no idea how wonderful making love with him could be, despite my fantasies. It was perfect; he was perfect. His every thought, every movement was about bringing me pleasure, making sure I felt good, much before any thought was given to his own pleasure. He'd clearly lost the last of his control during my own orgasm and was no longer able to hold back, no matter how badly he wanted to, and I had loved it. I don't know if he thought that he had to give me more than one orgasm, but I was completely sated.

After several long minutes, I heard Edward turn the water off in the bathroom. What was he doing in there? He emerged from the room, leaving the door open and the light off behind him, though I could see several lit candles within. He padded over to the bed, his gaze lingering lovingly over different parts of my body. I was too relaxed to get self-conscious at the moment, and simply returned his perusal with my own. He was beautiful. I couldn't believe that I got to touch this man every day. He soon reached my side and gathered my limp form in his arms, chuckling at my lack of strength.

He carried me into the bathroom before gently submerging me into a tub full of bubbles and warm water. "Is the water okay? Not too hot?" I shook my head "No" and he climbed into the tub behind me, wrapping his long legs on either side of mine, pulling my back against his chest. This, too, was heaven and I could only groan my approval. He pulled my hair up on top of my head, making a messy knot before tying it in place with a holder. The man thought of everything.

We relaxed there for several minutes, just absorbing the warmth and feel surrounding us. His hands unconsciously caressed whatever they happened to be near, and when he wrapped his arms around me, they found my breasts and I couldn't help the groan that escaped me. The unconscious caresses soon gave way to purposeful strokes, his lips nibbling along my neck and ears, whispering his love and lust for me. We were both a bit surprised to discover the effect that his naughty talk had on me, quickly pushing my excitement upward, tightening my breasts even more, making my hips wiggle against him, where I felt him stir against my back. Feeling him hard against me made me moan once more and unconsciously spread my legs, needing some type of contact.

Edward lifted my legs over each of his, effectively spreading me wide open but facing away from him. I was a bit confused until I felt his hands and fingers at my center. I was surrounded by him: my back was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around my body, his legs flanking mine. His fingers continued to explore my folds, finding my bundle of nerves quickly and working it while the other dipped lower to penetrate the opening below. My head dropped back against his shoulder and he was whispering directly into my ear, while my own cries rang throughout the room.

"That's it, sweet girl, feel my fingers inside of you, just like my cock was a minute ago. Can you feel me? Does it feel good? How about my other fingers working your sweet clit? Do you like that stroke? Do you like it gentle or rough? Do you feel my hard cock against your back, just begging to be let back into your beautiful body? Reach up and stroke those luscious tits for me, baby. Pull on your nipples, I know you love that…" he continued on. I answered with a nod when I could, though I could make no more than grunts and groans come out of my mouth. I could feel another orgasm coiled tightly within me, waiting to be released.

"Do you want to come, Sweet Girl? Do you want to come all over my hand?" Again, I could only nod frantically in my desperation. He added a third finger to those buried deep within me, pushing me right to the edge. I teetered on the edge for a moment before he suddenly pinched my clit gently between his fingers. My world exploded around me, a loud keening sound escaping from my mouth as my body convulsed and shuddered in his arms. His hands slowed their ministrations, allowing me to relax and come down from the peak they'd taken me to, before removing themselves to gentle me further.

I lay lax in his arms for several more minutes, regaining my breath and strength. I could still feel his hardness against my lower back, though I could tell he was trying not to press it into me. Knowing him, he probably thought that I was too tired and wouldn't want to take care of him again. Silly man.

When I could, I pulled myself forward out of his arms, getting enough room to turn around. I then settled back into his lap, straddling his hips, my arms wrapping around his shoulders. He watched me with curious eyes as I began kissing him again, beginning with his lips before traveling across his cheek to nibble on his ear and then down his neck. He allowed his head to relax to the side and back, giving me plenty of room to do what I wanted. I could feel his hardness nestled between my legs, pulsing in time with his heart and twitching on occasion when I hit a particularly good spot on his neck. This time, it was his moans that filled the room.

I raised myself further onto my knees before swiveling my hips and taking his hard cock into myself, surprising both of us at how neatly I'd done so. We both groaned as I lowered my body fully upon him, swallowing him whole. "God, Bella, you feel so damn good," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine, his hands moving to rest on my hips. I wiggled around a bit, finally getting him to scoot down in the tub enough to give my legs the proper leverage they needed. He groaned again as I began to raise and lower myself on him, keeping the pace slow and gentle, but with deep and strong thrusts. Apparently he'd been closer than I'd thought because it wasn't long before his hands were urging a faster pace.

Minutes later, the water was sloshing with our combined movements as I rode him hard and he thrust up into me from below. His hands were still gripped tightly onto my hips, so he'd braced his neck against the edge of the tub, locked in place by my hands that were clamped to the back of the tub, and was using his astounding abdominal muscles to power up into me. He was growling low in his chest almost constantly while I was moaning and mewling above him, already on the edge of another crest. With a loud roar, he surged up hard against me, lifting me off my knees, much like the first time we'd climaxed together, though this time he was buried deep within me. I continued to hold onto the side of the tub as I bucked and trembled through my own orgasm as he continued to thrash below me.

Eventually we both relaxed downward, only his tall frame keeping us from slipping under the water as I rested upon his chest, listening to his heart thunder. My hands had dropped down to wrap themselves around his waist, occasionally caressing the skin I found there, while my legs were still tucked up against his sides, his body still deeply buried within me.

A fine shiver ran through me as our bodies cooled down from their heated passion and I became aware that the water had gotten chilly. My shiver triggered his awareness of the situation. "Let's get you out of here, Sweet Girl, before you get too chilled." He moved me away from his lap, letting a small groan escape as his body left mine, before grabbing a washcloth placed next to the tub. Moving quickly, he used the rag to gently clean the sweat and other fluids from my body before rushing through the same action for himself. He stood up and stepped out of the tub, and I couldn't help the in-drawn breath at the sight of him naked and wet before me. Smirking at me, he quickly ran a towel over himself. He then grabbed a dry towel and held it open, using one hand to help me out of the gigantic tub that was still slippery with bubble bath. Once I was out of the tub (with only one slip and no injuries), he briskly dried my skin, being sure to get every drop of water off of me.

Once he was satisfied that I was sufficiently dry, he lifted me in his arms and grabbed my hairbrush on his way out of the bathroom. The fire had died down a bit, but was still emitting a welcoming warmth, which felt heavenly after getting chilled in the bath. He set me down on the soft rug in front of the fire and sat behind me with his back to a chair, again straddling my hips. He gently removed the band from my hair, letting it fall around me once again, gently untangling the few knots with his fingers. He then began to run the brush through my hair, and I thought I would die of the sweetness and pleasure he was bestowing on me. He was showing me, yet again, how much he loved me, this time without a hint of sexual passion. I began purring deep in my throat, audibly telling him of my contentment without saying a word.

Between my late night and the languid state of my fully sated body, I was nearing sleep fast. I lay against him, reveling in the feel of his naked body behind me. Even though I was completely limp against him, I could feel that his manhood had again stirred behind me. I managed to roll my head to the side so that I could see his face. "Again?" I asked, my voice husky from fatigue and the night's prior high volume declarations.

Edward gently snorted, shaking his head. "Sweet girl, I can't help my reaction to your naked body being pressed against mine. Maybe in thirty years I won't get hard when you're pressed against me, but certainly not tonight. I know you're exhausted, Baby. Let's go to bed." With that, he lifted me away from him to gather his legs beneath himself in preparation of standing up. I was now lying fully on the rug looking at him shifting above me, and I couldn't let the opportunity pass, no matter how tired I might be. I wanted to make love in front of the fire on our wedding night.

Just as he was beginning to rise to his knees, I reached out and grasped his neck, twining my fingers into the hair there. He immediately stopped his movement, waiting to see what I was doing. I slowly pulled him down to me, giving him time to adjust the rest of his body to support it properly, and hopefully align it along mine. He did exactly what I wanted, lying pressed against my side, his arms on either side of my chest as I pulled him down for a slow, sweet kiss. The kiss deepened and I could tell by his breathing that his excitement was rising again. I was surprised to feel my own body reawaken again, as well.

I ran my hand down from his neck, over his broad shoulders, and down to his chiseled chest. I rested my hand for a moment above his heart, feeling its strong beat, knowing that it beat for me. I brushed the tips of my fingers across a nipple, causing his body to flinch and his breath to hitch. I hadn't realized that his man's nipples might be as sensitive as my own. I brushed my fingers over it again, gaining another response, before taking it between my forefinger and thumb, giving it a gentle pinch. His body shuddered above me and a groan escaped from his mouth into my own. He shifted his weight slightly, freeing his hand to wander my body. At that point, our breathing had made it impossible to continue kissing, so he rested his forehead against mine, continuing to look deeply into my eyes. His hand caressed my body, and I mimicked each motion with my own hand on his body. When he stroked, I stroked and where he pinched, I did the same. He was teaching me exactly how he liked to be caressed.

Finally, we reached each other's centers. He moaned when he stroked my folds, finding them wet and slick once again. "God, Bella, you're so wet for me again."

"I know, Baby. Just as you're hard for me," I whispered back, taking his hard cock firmly in my hand. I began stroking him up and down, running my fingers gently over his head on each up-stroke, spreading the luscious juice he began weeping for me.

"I love you so much! I can never properly tell you exactly how much you mean to me. I just don't have the words," he groaned into my mouth, in between giving me several wet kisses.

"I know, Baby. I love you, too! I feel the same way; I just can't articulate how I feel. Show me, Edward, show me what you feel for me," I moaned back to him, one of my hands returning to his hair to keep his face where it was while my other hand pulled him above me once more.

He moved willingly, settling himself between my thighs. He pulled one of my legs up at the knee, opening my body up for him even more, the other leg quickly following the example. Still kissing me deeply and murmuring loving words between the kisses, he positioned himself at my entrance before gently pushing his way in.

***** EPOV

I couldn't believe Bella wanted to make love again. I knew she was exhausted. She was paler than normal and had dark circles beneath her eyes. Even so, she was absolutely stunning to me. Her body glowed in the firelight as I moved myself over her, finding my home again between her creamy thighs. I couldn't quit kissing her, telling her of my love for her. It felt like my heart had burst open and all the love I felt for her was pouring itself from my mouth right into hers to find its way to her own heart.

My hand gently stroked down her torso, past her hip, and down to her knee where I hooked my hand under it and pulled her leg up beside me, opening her sex to me more fully. Her other leg quickly copied its mate, leaving me pressed against her between her bent knees. I quickly positioned the head of my manhood at her entrance and gently pushed my way inside. I would be as gentle as I could, since I knew that she had to be sore by now, though she didn't seem to react as if she were, arching her hips up to me and moaning her sex talk interspersed with declarations of love into my mouth.

I quickly realized that my own fatigue was going to destroy my control and I would probably be erupting again soon. "Baby, I can't hold back much longer. Please, Bella, please come for me once more."

She moaned loudly once more before whispering against my lips, "Yes, Edward, I'm so close. Please don't stop, Baby. You feel so good. I love you so much. I didn't know making love with you would feel this good." She continued her whisperings against my lips as I continued talking to her, sharing the same feelings. Our eyes continued to be locked on each other, though it was beginning to be difficult not to close them in pleasure. I continued my gentle stroking within her, slowly speeding up and strengthening my thrusts. Moments later, as I felt the tightening in the pit of my stomach signaling the impending explosion, I began feeling the muscles surrounding me begin to tremble again. The trembles grew stronger, spreading from her core throughout her entire body. Bella locked her arms and legs around me as her sex locked down on my cock. I could barely move within her, but it didn't matter. Her body clamped down and sucked upon my cock, pulling my orgasm from me. We both shouted our pleasure into the room again, this time muffled with each other's mouth. I couldn't keep my eyes open during the crest of my orgasm, every muscle in my body clenching tight for several long moments before finally releasing in a flood of relaxation. I felt Bella's body unclench beneath me, her breath heaving in her chest, her legs and arms limply sliding off my body to thump to the floor gracelessly.

Once I was able to regain my breath and gather the last bit of energy I had, I pulled away from a nearly asleep Bella. She frowned gently at my removal, though she relaxed back to a serene look quickly. I went to the bathroom, cleaning myself up once more before rinsing the washcloth with hot water so that it would be comfortable for Bella. I returned to find her still sprawled across the floor, clearly asleep. I gently cleaned her up again, enjoying taking care of her in this most intimate way. When I was finished, I gathered her in my arms, and carried her back to the bed. Once I had her settled in, I climbed in behind her, wrapping my arms around her and burying my face into her hair, as I do every night. "I love you, Bella Cullen," I whispered into her hair, giving her one last kiss before dropping off to a deep, dreamless sleep.