The honeymoon

EPOV

It wasn't hard to choose a place to take Bella for our honeymoon. She has said over and over again that she wanted to see Paris, so it was the only option in my mind. I invested in some over-the-counter sleeping aids so we could enjoy some much needed sleep on our 10-plus hour flight.

I gave her some noise reducing headphones to wear during most of our journey so she couldn't hear where our destination was. I took them off her after she fell asleep.

I came to an hour before we were meant to land. Bella was still sleeping, curled up next to me. I sprung for the first-class seats so we could lean all the way back and push the armrests out of our way. A flight attendant came by and asked if I wanted some coffee.

"Sure, make it two; I think she'll want some when she wakes up."

I took the coffees as Bella was making her cute little waking up noises. She opened one eye and looked at me.

"Are we there yet?"

"An hour away," I said.

"Are you going to tell me where we're headed?"

"Nope, you'll see when we get there."

"You know, I could just ask the stewardess or something."

I raised an eyebrow and smirked at her, "You'd never do that. You may say you don't like surprises, but I know better. You want to be surprised."

She sighed, "Will you at least tell me what continent we're on?"

I shook my head as she put her seat up and took her coffee. We sipped silently as we waited to hear that we would be landing shortly. We exited the plane and Bella turned to look for something that might tell her where we are.

There was a sign above emblazoned with the word 'Bienvenue.'

"Paris?!" She cried.

I smiled and nodded. She threw her arms around me as the other passengers tried to maneuver around us. Some smiled, while others threw us dirty looks for blocking their way.

"Edward! This is the greatest present ever."

"Not quite," I replied, "Nothing could ever be greater than being married to you."

She smirked, "You're biased."

"I am indeed."

A shuttle took us to our hotel. Our suite had a balcony, just like I had requested. I walked out on it to make sure it had the view I wanted—and was greeted by the Eiffel Tower. Bella followed me outside, "Oh my god, Edward! I can't believe you found such a great room! This is beyond perfect."

"Only the best for you," I replied. "So, what do you want to see first?"

"Well, I can see the thing I've been waiting my whole life to see right from my hotel window."

She gazed lovingly at the tower. I grinned at her awe-struck expression.

"Do I have competition?"

"No," she replied, "It's just a flirtation...it will never last."

I pulled her into my arms and we enjoyed the view together until I heard someone cough softly behind me. It was the bellhop who was waiting a bit impatiently for his tip. I handed him 50 euros and he disappeared quickly.

Bella was still leaning against the balcony railing, "Let's just stay in today. We can go see the sights tomorrow."

I rested my chin on her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her again, "Whatever you want."

She turned to kiss my left temple and I moved her back into the room. We could leave the unpacking for later – right now, all I wanted was Bella.

BPOV

Paris! I couldn't believe it! This was about ten times better than any conventional, island getaway honeymoon. Paris is a city built for romance. Plus, I took four years of French in school, so I'm hoping I can brush up on it a bit while I'm here.

But, I wasn't about to rush off to go see the sights just yet. Not while I had this amazing hotel room with an even more amazing man in it. He took me back into the room and placed me on the bed.

"So, if we're staying in all day," he said with a lascivious grin, "I can't think of a better way to pass the time."

"You're not sick of me already?" I asked as he lifted my shirt over my head and went to work on my neck.

"Are you kidding? How could I ever get enough of you?"

"Well, you did have me about six times the other night," I reminded him.

"Still not enough," he replied, "And besides, those ten hours on the plane – being that close to you but not able to do more than kiss and hold you – that was torture."

"Hm, well maybe on the way home we can join the Mile High Club."

"Now there's an idea."

He threw our clothing to the floor slowly as we covered every inch of each other's exposed skin with feather-light kisses. He turned me onto my stomach and began to massage up my legs slowly. He took his time with my backside, caressing gently with his long fingers and even placing a nibble here and there that elicited girlish giggles from me.

He really concentrated on my back, though; he spent nearly twenty minutes just kneeling at my side rubbing my back with firm yet gentle pressure. I tilted my face towards him and moaned slightly to let him know how much I enjoyed his massage. It was slow and sensual – he made me hot by the mere touch of his hands.

The warm, Paris summer air was drifting through our balcony door, which Edward had left open. At first, I wanted to get up and close it so no one could hear what we were about to do, but the breeze felt too nice.

Edward finished my backrub, and moved to straddle my legs. He slid his right arm under my waist and lifted my back side to him. I started to lift myself up, bracing my weight on my elbows, but he put a hand on my upper back, "No, stay like that."

I obeyed and felt him move to spread my legs apart so he was positioned in between them. His erection was pressed against my backside – I felt him move his hand from my hip to his shaft and he positioned it just beneath me. It brushed up against my already swollen clit and made me jump slightly. I could hear the grin in his voice, "Mmmm, did you like that?"

"Yes," I whispered.

I pressed my left cheek to the mattress as he rubbed his shaft back and forth across the nub. I grabbed two handfuls of the bed clothing as he slowly drove me over the edge with just the friction he was creating.

Once my breathing had returned somewhat to normal, he placed himself at my entrance and pushed inside slowly. I gasped as my core was still sensitive from Edward's previous attentions. I heard him take a sharp breath as my walls clenched around him.

"Easy Angel; or I might explode before we've even started."

I tried to relax, but it was difficult when all 8 inches of Edward Cullen were inside of me. He pumped his hips at a nice steady pace that had me grasping at the sheets again in no time. But I didn't want to cum too soon; I wanted this sweet torture to take as long as possible, so I bit into the nearest pillow and tried to will myself into remaining calm.

It didn't work as well as I had hoped. After about five minutes, I was back at that wonderful precipice, waiting for him to fall over with me.

"Edward!" I cried. "I love you!"

"I love you more," he said as he shuddered and I felt his seed spilling into me.

He fell forward and braced himself on the headboard with his right arm. After a moment, he pulled out of me and I immediately turned to snuggle close to his chest. His hands caressed my face as he kissed me gently.

"So, how do you like Paris so far?" He laughed.

"It's the greatest city in the world," I replied. "Now, let's see how big the bathtub is here."

EPOV

After a day spent in bed…and in the bath…and on the coffee table – Bella and I decided to just hoof it and walk around Paris to see the sights. We were in the heart of the city, so it wasn't hard for us to make it to most of the major monuments.

We started at the Tower, and then walked over to the Arc de Triomphe where Bella had her Nikon ready and waiting to take pictures of me standing in front of the arch in various poses. I didn't mind her treating me as her personal posing whore as long as it made her happy. And she seemed happy with the results; she even said she got a few shots she would add to her portfolio.

I took her down the Champs-Élysées towards the Louvre, but was struck when we passed Cartier's. I pulled Bella over to the window to view the display. There were a number of pieces that seemed a bit over-the-top, "Hey, let's go inside."

"Why?" She asked.

"I want to get you a gift."

"Again…why?"

"Because, we're in Paris," I said. "I need to get you a gift that you can tell people your husband got you in Paris."

"Fine," she said.

We walked in and I pulled her to a case full of rings.

"How about that?"

"I have two rings from you," she said. "I don't need anymore."

"Not even those?" I asked as I pointed to three silver rings with diamonds in them.

"Enough rings," she said. "I've never really worn them before, so I'm going to have to get used to wearing my wedding and engagement rings."

"I think we should get them melded together," I said.

"No, I like them separate."

"OK, OK," I replied. "How about a necklace?"

I pulled her to the necklace case and we peered in.

"What do you think?" I asked.

She was gazing lovingly at something and I followed her glance. It was a necklace with pearls and diamonds.

"Do you like that?"

"Yeah," she said quietly, "My mom used to have something like it."

"Pardon," I said to the clerk and pointed to the necklace, "Est-ce que je peux voir cela?"

"Oui Monsieur."

He pulled out the necklace and I put it up to Bella's neck, "It's beautiful, Angel."

"OK, get it then," she said.

"Combien coûte ceci?" I asked the man.

"€ 42,000," the clerk said.

"Je le prendrai," I said.

The man rang it up and I handed him my credit card. I took the box and immediately put it around her neck.

"But, it's for a special occasion," she protested, "I shouldn't put it on now."

"Wear it for me, please?"

"OK," she said.

"Merci," she said to the clerk as he waved at us.

We walked down to the Louvre and then to Notre Dame. Bella took an endless stream of photos as we walked around the cathedral. We went to the top of the building and she took photos of the city.

"Did you get more stuff to add to your portfolio?" I asked.

"Not really," she said sadly. "It's all too trite – photos of Paris skyline from the top of Notre Dame? It's so been done."

I laughed as she finally put the camera away and we walked to the nearest metro station.

"Why don't we just walk back?" She asked.

"I'm tired," I said, "Aren't you tired?"

"I guess," she sighed.

We got back to the hotel and I flopped on the bed in exhaustion. She knelt next to me and began to rub my shoulders.

"Do you want me to give you a back rub like the one you gave me yesterday?" She asked.

"Yes please," I replied as I tilted my face to the right side.

She pulled my shirt and pants off as I lay there; she began at my ankles and slowly massaged her way up to my backside. She even gave me a nibble there, the same as I had given her.

She pulled away for a moment and I turned to see she was removing her clothing. She straddled my legs and began to massage my back. She went slow and sensually, the way I imagined I went with her yesterday.

I began to grow particularly hard. Uncomfortably hard, in fact – I had to say something.

"Angel, I have a situation."

"What?"

"Umm… this is starting to hurt."

"Am I too heavy?" She asked. "Do you need me to get off?"

"No, it's not that," I said quickly. "I just have a…"

"A what?"

I turned as she knelt beside me to show her my growing problem.

"Oh," she laughed, "You have a 'situation.'"

"Yeah."

"Well…I can fix that."

Honeymoon in Paris…is there anything more romantic? I went there for three days with my mom, but it wasn't enough. I really think you need at least a week to see all of Paris.

Anywho! Next up: they start their life in Seattle…

French translations:

Est-ce que je peux voir cela? – May I see that?

Oui Monsieur – Yes sir

Combien coûte ceci? – How much is it?

Je le prendrai – I'll take it

Merci – Thank you (although, I'm sure you all knew that)