Okay, so we're going to embark on a journey. A darker journey, one that will be around a different kind of Edward, a snarky, bossy Bella and a new Esme. It will be a drabble-ish type fic. The chapters will be between 1000 to 2000 words. Updates will come on Mondays and Fridays with teasers on Tuesdays and Saturdays on my blog. The link for the blog will be on my profile. The story is planned, but not pre-written.

Chapter Twenty-Five

BPOV

The wedding reception for Jacob and Seth was one that I will not soon forget. The dancing and music were amazing. Edward shocked me with his smooth moves and sexy smiles. I was even shocked when Edward somehow managed to get my dad on the dance floor. My father moved stiffly to the Electric Slide, but I could tell that he was having fun.

Around ten, they did the 'bouquet' and 'garter' toss. However, it was more like two bouquet tosses since Jacob was not wearing a dress. Though, if he had had his choice, he'd be wearing a classic Vera Wang gown. He did not like his white tuxedo, but it looked wonderful on him. Paul caught Seth's bouquet while Jacob's bouquet landed in my arms. I tossed it to Rose, scurrying off the dance floor.

It would be a long time, if EVER, if I cross the bridge to get married again.

Edward laughed as he held me on his lap. I tried to hide myself in his arms as Jacob glowered at me. He had intentionally tossed the bouquet to me. Not happening, buddy. Edward kissed me gently, pulling my attention away from the scowling Jacob. After Rose and Paul had their picture taken with Jacob and Seth, the DJ put on a slow song. Edward guided me off his lap, spinning me onto the dance floor. Smoothly, he swayed with me, staring into my eyes and holding my hand over his heart. It was very romantic and I felt my cheeks flame at the intensity of his stare. When the song ended, Edward brushed his lips over mine. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, Rose ran over to us. "Bella! Bella!" she squealed, tugging on my arm.

I groaned, turning in Edward's arms. "Don't yank my arm out of socket, Rosalie Lillian Hale," I grumped. Damn it. You ruined the moment.

"Sorry," she snorted. "Paul and I are going back to his hotel room. We are going to celebrate this." She wiggled the toss bouquet that Jacob had thrown to me, but I thrust into Rose's arms. "Don't wait up for me!" Rose danced away, gliding between the dancing couples.

"So, does that mean that we have the house to ourselves?" Edward asked, his voice deeper and laced with want.

"It would appear so," I purred in reply.

He turned me, staring into my eyes. "I want you, bellisima. I want to make love to your beautiful body, treat you how you deserve to be treated, worship you."

"I want to do the same to you," I murmured. "Let's get out of here before we start giving Jacob and Seth, along with the rest of their guests, a free porno."

"Good point," Edward snickered, walking us back to our table. He picked up my purse, handing it to me. We hugged a slightly drunk Jacob and a perfectly sober Seth before we left. Charlie was engrossed in a conversation with Harry and Sue, Seth's parents. I sent him a text, telling him that I loved him before I clambered into the car. I drove us back to the villa, parking in the garage. Edward was holding my hand the entire drive, his thumb running over the top of my knuckles. I was squirming when I turned off the car and I knew that I had ruined my dress with my arousal spilling out of me. Edward told me not to wear panties and I complied.

Edward opened the driver's side door, helping me out of the car and into the villa. Once we were inside, he swept me in his arms and carried me up to the lavish bedroom we shared. Never once did his gaze break from mine. It was intense. In our room, he placed my feet on the ground. The room was filled with moonlight, bathing the bed in an ethereal glow. Edward's fingertips glided down my cheeks, making me shudder in anticipation. "Do you know how much I want you? How much I desire you?" Edward asked as his hands moved behind me and lowered the zipper to my lacy dress.

"If it's a fraction what I feel, then yes," I breathed, tugging on his tie. I removed it from his shirt, tossing it blindly onto the floor. I felt my dress loosen as the zipper was loosened to my waist. His fingers grazed up along my spine as he reached the clasp at the top of my shoulders, holding my dress up. "Fuck, what you are doing to me … I'm so turned on, Edward."

"So am I, Bella," he smirked, taking my hand and placing near his crotch. I could feel the heat through the gabardine wool of his tuxedo. It twitched when I moved my hand over it, cupping him very gently. I'd tried, in the previous month, to show Edward his own pleasure, but he always deflected. This was the first time he had granted me access to his hardness.

And he was fucking huge.

I had remembered when we fooled around the night of the grand opening, how it felt pressed against my thigh. I'd seen it in its semi-erect state whenever we showered, but now? Caressing his hardness in its full glory, I wanted it. I wanted him. With my own smirk, I fell to my knees and made quick work of his belt. "Bella …" Edward warned.

"You always say it's about me," I purred, pulling his pants over his trim hips. "I want to show you what it's like when it's about you. I'm taking no for an answer, Edward. Enjoy my mouth around your cock." I removed his boxer briefs, revealing his long, thick, perfect cock. There was a pearl of pre-cum at the tip. With a seductive grin, I licked it off.

Edward fell against the wall we were near, gripping the edge of the window. "Fuck," he growled.

I kept my eyes on him as he stared down at me. With fumbling fingers, he unbuttoned his shirt, removing it, along with his jacket. He was naked, for the most part. I wrapped my lips around his erection, taking him as deep as I could. His skin was salty and soft, even despite the hardness of his shaft. I hummed around him, closing my eyes as I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper. My right hand was firmly around the base of his hardness while my left hand toyed with his balls, rolling them gently. I heard a thump. Blinking up, I saw that Edward's head had fallen back against the wall. Every muscle in his neck was straining and he was panting in need.

He was enjoying it.

I released him with a pop, kissing down his length before I took one of his balls into my mouth. He was mumbling incoherently while I twisted and pumped his arousal. His hands were still gripping the wall and the window. I sat back on my heels, still touching him. "I'm certain my hair is much softer than the wall, baby," I cooed, teasing him slightly.

"I don't want to hurt you," he choked out, his eyes the most brilliant green.

"You won't," I said, removing his hand from the window sill. He tenderly caressed my cheek before twining his long fingers into my curls. With a gentle nudge, he urged me back to his cock. I smiled, eagerly complying with his silent request. I took him back into my mouth, allowing him to control me. He was tentative at first, but soon was experiencing pleasure – pleasure that I was willingly and freely giving him. I wanted him to feel nothing but pleasure, ecstasy and desire. From what I was feeling and his expression, I was successful in my endeavor.

I nipped at his hard shaft, bringing him closer and closer to his own release. His face was flushed and sweat broke out on his brow. His eyes were almost predatory as I twisted my wrist around him, suckling his length. "Bella," he breathed, his fingers tightening in my hair. "I'm so fucking close."

"Hmmmm," I purred around him, picking up the pace of my bobbing. He whimpered, hips thrusting in concert with my mouth. I felt him twitch inside of my mouth and his thrusting became erratic. I scraped my teeth along his length and that's what did him in. With a stream of curses, his release filled my mouth, tasting sweet, earthy and all Edward. I kept my mouth on him as he continued to spurt his cum down my throat. I eagerly took it all, relishing in his taste. Once he stopped, I licked him clean and sat back on my heels, thrilled that I was able to make him explode like that.

Blowing out a breath, Edward looked down at me. A slow, sexy grin spread over his face and he helped me to my feet. "While I thoroughly appreciated every second of that, bellisima, I can't wait to taste you. It's been far too long," he said, running his thumb over my pink lips. Claiming my mouth and sliding his tongue between my lips, I moaned, gripping his shoulders for support. Nibbling on my lip, he grinned crookedly before growling, "Your turn."

A/N: Edward got a blow job! Edward got a blow job! Tee hee. Up next will be the rest of the lemon, all in Edward's POV. I wanted to get his take on feeling his bellisima. Leave me some lovin! OH! And check out the pervy pic teasers on my blog and/or tumblr. Links for both of those are in my profile. You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or twitter: tufano79. Leave me some!