BPOV

I woke up and removed myself from Edward's arms and made my way to the bathroom in the dark.

I looked back over my shoulder to see Edward laying there on his back, with his erection tenting in the sheet that covered him.

Once in the bathroom, I sat there freaking out. I wanted to try to give him a blow job, but I'm not sure if I will be any good at it.

What if he doesn't like it? What if I do it wrong? What if I am no good at it? What if it makes him hate me?

I'm scared of being a disappointment to him.

I want to make sure that its pleasurable for him and that I don't hurt him in anyway.

I looked at myself in the mirror trying to see what Edward sees. I only see a skinny girl with scared eyes biting at her bottom lip, but I know he loves me. I want to do this. I will do this...for Edward...I won't let fear stop me.

I walked out of the bathroom and quietly got back on the bed.

Slowly I pulled the sheet down off his his body, revealing him in all his naked glory.

He truly had a beautiful body.

I trailed my fingers down his chest and stomach, breathing deeply and summoning my courage.

My fingers slipped down to his hip and to the base of his erection.

I moved my fingers up the shaft and watched in fascination as it grew a little more.

I brushed my fingers over the tip and watched as it twitched under my touch.

Looking up to ensure he was still asleep I leaned forward and very gently pressed my lips to the tip.

His skin was smooth and silky under my lips, and I kissed his tip more firmly.

A deep hum came from Edward and I worried that I've lost the element of surprise.

I looked up at his face revealed he's still asleep.

I pressed another kiss, allowing my lips to open just a little.

I let my tongue peek out and brush across his tip.

I felt him grow a little more against me and it encouraged me. I opened my mouth a little more and slipped him inside just a little. I tried to remember the tips I read in the magazine and flattened my tongue against his tip and sucked him further into my mouth.

His hips jumped a little, pushing him a little further into my mouth and he gasped loudly and I saw his eyes jerk open. I sucked him again, curious to see what he would do. He groaned low in his chest and he pushed himself up slightly on his elbows.

"Bella? What? What are you doing?"

I pulled my head up in surprise, "I...I wanted to surprise you, am I not doing it right?"

He swallowed deeply, "I... no, it's good, but you don't need to do that."

I couldn't help the hurt that crept into me, "You don't want me to? I know I don't have experience but I thought you might like it."

"Baby, what you did felt fantastic, I just don't want you to feel like you have to do this if you're not comfortable."

"I want to do this for you."

I moved my hand up his shaft and he dragged in a breath, "You want to do this?"

"Yes, I want you to feel good...I want to make you feel good."

"You always make me feel good, baby."

"You do so much for me, I want to do this for you. Please?"

"Baby, I don't want you to ever feel you need to pay me back with sex."

"I don't, I just wanted to do something nice for you, but if you don't want me to," I told him, moving my hand from him, and feeling like a failure.

He grabbed my wrist and kept me from leaving, "Don't leave, baby, I liked what you were doing, I just didn't want you to feel obligated."

"But you liked it?" I asked.

"Of course, I like everything you do," he said with a smirk.

I leaned back in and slid him back into my mouth, a sigh of pleasure escaping him.

I sucked a little harder and stoked my hand along his shaft.

His moans told me I'm doing it right and I allowed a little more of him to slide in my mouth.

"Yes," Edward breathed out, his hand coming down to thread through my hair.

I slid more of him in, sucking harder, moving my hand faster.

"Oh God, Bella," he told me, his hips rising to meet my mouth.

I sucked him in deeper, finding an easy rhythm with my mouth and hand.

His other hand moved to my chin, drawing me up off of him.

"You...you don't want me to finish?"

"Not that way, baby, I want you on top of me."

Edward reached for my hand and pulled me up his body.

His hands were eager as he settled me over him, his fingers clinging to my hips.

I pushed myself down on him and he let out the most satisfied moan I've ever heard from him.

I rocked forward on him letting out my own moan, god I loved the feel of him inside me.

His hands moved from my hips and laced through my own fingers and I pushed myself against him, my hands held in his.

He sat up and lifted his thighs to push up into me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

"Yes Edward," I moaned loudly.

We pushed and pulled against each other. Moaning out our pleasure and sighing out our love.

Sweat was building on both of us as I rode him harder and harder.

"Oh fuck, Edward...yes," I said as I rolled my hips over him and feeling him harden more inside me.

"Say it again, baby. Scream it for me."

He thrusted up into me harder as I moved over him again and again.

"Oh fuck, yes, Edward, fuck," I screamed as I felt my walls clamped around him.

"Fuck, baby, fuck," Edward roared out as I felt him come hard inside me.

Our fingers gripped each others until our knuckles were going white and then my body went limp and I collapsed onto his.

I laid my head against his chest, hearing his heart beating rapidly.

We held each other trying to calm our breathing.

He let go of my hand and wrapped his arms around me, his long fingers moving up and down my spine.

He placed a kiss on the top of my head.

"I love you, baby," he said quietly.

"I love you too, forever," I said as I lifted my head and looked him in the eye.

I've never felt love the way that I was feeling it now.

I truly felt the magnitude of his love for me.

I only hope that he felt how much I loved him.

"Bella, do you know how amazing you were?"

"No," I said shaking my head.

"You were so amazing. You surprise me all the time. You were so confident in everything you did this morning. You screaming my name so loud, I loved it baby. Never be afraid to express yourself, in anyway you want."

"You like me for more than that, right?" I asked him.

"Oh, baby, of course. You own my heart and soul. I was madly in love with you before we slept together - this was just an extension of our love, not the reason for it."

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"You were born," he said.

"To some that was a mistake," I said quietly.

"And those are the people that don't deserve you, baby."

I nodded, as I leaned up and kissed his lips.

"Thank you for loving me."

"Best and easiest thing I've ever done."

I laughed as both of our stomachs growled.

"Are you hiding a bear in there, Edward?" I asked.

"I could ask you the same thing, baby."

We both laughed and decided we should get dressed and eat something.

We took a quick shower and then got dressed.

We walked hand in hand to the kitchenette, and I toasted some pop tarts as Edward made us a bowl of cereal.

As we finished breakfast, we heard someone knocking on the door.

Edward got up to see who it was.

He opened the door as I was came up behind him.

"Hey brother, you guys ready to go skiing?" she said excitedly.

"Yeah, we'll be ready in a few minutes."

He looked at me and I just smiled slightly.

I was kind of afraid.

I've never skied before and I was afraid that I would hit a tree or break my leg.

"Love, everything will be fine. I'll be there with you and if anything happens, dad's a doctor," he said with a smirk.

How he knew what I was thinking was beyond me.

But he always seemed to know what I was thinking.

After we put on our coats, hats and gloves we met the rest of the family outside.

We all piled into the suv and Carlisle drove us up to the resort.

When we arrived we all went to the ski rental shop and Edward helped me pick out boots, skis and poles.

Edward helped me put on my boots - they were heavy and hard to walk in.

"Why are your skis so much bigger than mine?" I asked.

"The better you ski, the longer the ski - since you're a beginner, you need to be on really short skis."

Edward's skis are taller than him, he must be really good. I hope I don't embarrass him or me too much today.

Edward helped me fit my boot into the ski and then he slid out next to me and we found a small hill for my lesson.

Edward showed me how to move turn and stop - he looked beautiful and graceful and I'm pretty sure I looked like a newborn moose; wobbly and awkward.

Once Edward said I was good to go I followed him to the ski lift. That was a whole other challenge - getting myself lined up with the moving chair lift; skiing is not for the coordination challenged.

Going down the run was scary even though Edward assured me it was the easiest one.

He stayed right beside me the whole time and insisted we go two more times.

After that I told Edward I was getting sore and he should go on some of the harder runs.

"Are you sure, baby?"

"Yeah, I'll just go the lodge and have some cocoa," I told him with a smile.

Edward skied off, a smile on his face looking every bit the gorgeous jock he was.

It took me awhile to pop my skis off and then I propped them in the rack with the others and made my way up the stairs.

Half way up the stairs I hit an extra slippery patch of ice and lurched forward, smacking my forehead right on the stairs.

Dammit - my head felt like it split open. I picked myself up off the stairs and made my way the rest the way up.

"Hey, are you alright?" a voice said behind me.

I looked around to see a middle age woman coming over to me.

"You have quite a bump on your head, you should head to the first aid station."

I started to protest but a wave of dizziness hits me and I mumbled ok.

She led me to the first aid station and told the medic what she saw.

The medic shined a light in each of my eyes. "It looks like you have a mild concussion," he told me.

He had me lay down and looked at the bump on my head. He told me it's not bleeding but I'll have a big knot and a bruise.

"Is there someone we can call for you?" the medic asked.

"My boyfriend is out on the runs."

"Do you know which one?"

"I think the black diamond."

"We can send a patrol out to look for him, what's he wearing?"

"Blue ski pants and jacket, black gloves and hat, his name is Edward."

The medic got on a radio and relayed all the info I had just given him.

I laid back on the vinyl bed and closed my eyes.

"Baby, baby are you okay?"

Edward's panicked voice pulled me from the sleep I didn't realize I was in.

"I...I fell," I told him quietly, trying to sit up.

"Don't try and sit up, Bella. The medic told me you have a concussion."

"I...I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for."

"I didn't mean to ruin our trip."

"Nothing is ruined. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me."

"You would think I could walk up stairs on my own."

"Baby, anyone can slip on the ice."

Edward helped me up and wrapped his arm around my waist.

We walked down to the lodge to wait for the rest of his family.

They came walking up to us and instantly Esme flips into mother mode.

"Bella, what happened?" she said softly as she touched the bandage on my forehead.

"I slipped on the ice on the stairs. The medic said I have mild concussion."

Carlisle came over then and looked in my eyes and felt the bump on my forehead.

"Yeah, he assessed the situation correctly. Did he give you anything for the pain?" he asked.

"No. I told him I already had pain medicine and that I had a doctor with me."

"Well let's get you back to your cabin, and I'll make you some soup," Esme said.

"Thanks mom," I said quietly.

There were quiet gasps around and I suddenly felt like I said something wrong.

"I'm sorry, I...I shouldn't have said that."

"Honey, I haven't been so happy to hear someone call me mom since Alice and Edward learned to talk."

"Y...you're not upset?"

"No, sweetie. I like that you feel comfortable enough to call me mom," Esme said as she pulled me into her arms.

We walked to the SUV and got in. Carlisle drove back to the cabins and we got out at our cabin.

Edward wouldn't let me walk. He carried inside and sat me on the couch, as they went about preparing lunch.