OK--I'm getting straight into the lemony goodness in this chapter...haha! There's some fluff mixed in here, cause let's face it, if you're not all blissed out on your wedding night, you probably shouldn't have gotten married ;)

Thanks for the reviews! I'm doing a double post day, posting an update here and on Man Who Can't Be Moved, because I have to get my second part of the Christmas collab in by Sun and it's a juicy ass lemon featuring C/Es so I want to make sure it's good and won't be writing on anything until after I submit it Sunday. Never written one from their POV before...should be interesting.

Also, there's a section in here that might be offensive to you, so I elluded to it and depending on how many people yell at me for skipping over it, I may/may not do an outtake. I dunno. We'll see.

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Chapter 38

Edward

"Bella," I growled, slamming her against the wall as soon as we got into the suite. "As much as I've enjoyed seeing you in this dress on our wedding day, I need it off of you. Now."

I took her mouth with mine, kissing her fiercely, as I felt along the back of her dress for the zipper.

"It's on the side," she said in a quick, shaky breath against my lips.

I found the zipper and quickly pushed it down. She slipped out of her dress smoothly as I drug my mouth along her hot, slick flesh. "I'm not going to make it to the bed."

She pushed my jacket off my shoulders and fumbled with my tie. "No?" I captured her nipple in my mouth and heard her breath hitch in her throat. "Too bad."

She awkwardly unbuttoned my shirt, too flustered to concentrate on the tiny clear buttons, and finally slipped her hands inside it when she finished, running her fingers down my stomach and causing me to jerk as a shiver tore through me while it fell away from my shoulders.

I groaned against her skin and trailed kisses over her stomach until I got to the waistband of her thin, white thong. I stood up and spun her around so that her chest was against the wall and ran my hands over her ass appreciatively. "So fucking hot," I murmured against her neck.

She moaned as I dipped my fingers in between her legs, stroking the wet fabric in smooth, slow movements. "Edward," she whispered.

"Are you a fan of these?" I asked roughly, licking a trail to her earlobe.

"No," she said, swallowing hard.

"Good."

I one swift movement, I ripped them off her body and threw them on the floor. I placed a frenzy of kisses all down her back, tasting the sweetness of her skin, and wrapped my arm around her body, slowly making my way to her slit. And abruptly stopped.

"What the fuck is this?" I hissed, grabbing her hips and turning her around so I could see her.

"Rosalie planned it. You like it?" She bit her lip and flushed from head to toe as she waited for my answer.

I couldn't speak. My words had gotten stuck in my throat as my fingers slowly brushed over the smooth skin. My dick was throbbing against my pants, begging me to release it and fuck that smooth, wet...

Oh, God.

I took a deep, ragged breath and fought for coherency so I didn't sound like a bumbling idiot when I answered her . It wasn't the first time I'd seen a woman bare, but it was the first time my Bella--my wife--had done anything like this before. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. This just made her even more incredible.

I'm sure I looked like a star struck fool.

"Fuck," I hissed. "Like wouldn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling right now."

She gave me a slow, wicked smile and began taking my pants off. She backed me up against the door and pushed them down, running her tongue over my chest and biting down on my nipple. My dick bounced as the sensation rushed through me and a low growl vibrated in my throat. She slowly trailed open-mouthed kissed down my stomach, dipping her tongue in my navel, and then taking me in her hand.

With a quick, impious flash of her eyes, she swirled her tongue over the tip of my dick before she took me into her hot mouth, causing me to throw my head back against the door and moan her name loudly. She worked me, moving her mouth up and down my shaft in time with her hand, sucking and teasing until I finally hit the back of her throat. My hips bucked involuntarily and my hands went into her hair, gently guiding her as I felt my release near.

"God, you're so fucking good at that, baby," I said between my teeth.

She hummed as she went back down on me and my head snapped down to look at her. She was watching me, waiting for me, with what I'm sure would have been a fucking sinful grin on that beautiful face of hers if half my dick wasn't in her mouth.

She grazed her teeth along my shaft lightly as she came back up, and the sensation combined with the visual of me fucking my wife's mouth caused me to lose control, coming violently into her mouth. The growl ripped from my throat as my orgasm pulsed through me with such blinding force, I had to brace myself against the wall so I didn't collapse.

When I'd finally gotten some of my sense back, I gripped her arms, pulling her to me forcefully, and slid my tongue in her mouth, kissing her feverishly, before I bit down on her lip, desperate for her to feel some of the ache that was burning through my body at an incredible speed.

She gasped, a sound of pain mixed with pleasure, and I nearly lost it again. I grabbed her hips and picked her up, intent on carrying her to the bed, but only managing to make it to the couch before I recklessly threw her down and began plundering her body with my mouth.

I made my way down her chest and stomach, nipping and sucking as I went, destined to get in between her legs and taste the delectable sweetness that was distinctly Bella. I spread her legs apart and licked a slow, deliberate trail up her slit, feeling the smooth, glistening skin against me, and groaned as her hips bucked up and she thrashed on the couch.

I held her still and continued to taste, well aware of the sounds she was making with every flick of my tongue as they caused my dick to twitch against the couch each and every time. The intense, drumming beat of desire, urging me to take her and bury myself inside her, grew stronger with each passing moment.

She arched and writhed, and I finally couldn't take any more. I put my fingers inside her and pumped them in time with my flicks, feeling her muscles clench up just before she came hard, screaming my name as her walls rippled around my fingers.

I scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom, only for her to wiggle out of my arms and push me down on the floor, a mere five feet away from the bed.

"I need you, Edward," she said thickly.

"How do you want our first time as husband and wife to be?" I asked, scraping my teeth along her shoulder.

"Oh, God," she moaned.

She pushed against my chest, urging me to lay down on the floor and then straddled me, sliding herself down on my dick and making me moan as I felt her wrap around me. I grabbed her and pulled her down so that I could kiss her, as she began moving up and down, grinding her hips against me each time she came down on me. Her movements grew hurried, needful, so I pushed her up so that she was sitting and took her hips in my hands, driving myself into her as she came down.

She bit her lip and threw her head back, and I vaguely noticed through the fog of lust that it was the most amazing sight I'd ever seen. Her muscles contracted around me, close to the edge, and I thrust into her roughly, lifting my hips off the floor, and watched her come around me when I did.

I flipped us over and grabbed her feet, sitting them on my shoulders, and then in wild, reckless thrusts, cleaved myself inside her, over and over, driving us both to the brink of orgasm again.

"Come with me, baby," I whispered as I stared into her beautiful, cinnamon-chocolate eyes.

It hit us together, fast and hard, the animalistic sounds echoing through the room as we lost ourselves in the sensations that pounded at our bodies.

We collapsed in a heaving mess of tangled, sweaty limbs and held on to each other as we both struggled to catch our breath and slow our hammering hearts.

"We should get married more often," she said with a breathless giggle.

"We should," I agreed. "That was the best fucking sex I've ever had in my life. And we've had a lot of good sex."

"It was."

"I'm not done though," I said, shifting us so that my weight wasn't crushing her.

"You're not?" she asked in shock.

"Oh, fuck no. We're only getting married once. I'm going to make it so that when we catch our flight tomorrow night, you'll be walking funny."

She snorted. "How romantic."

"There'll be some romance in there somewhere," I said with a crooked grin. "But I've got to get over you...uh, yeah." I could feel myself growing hard inside her again with just the thought that she was bare around me.

She laughed. "If I'd have known a wax would get this reaction from you, I'd have been doing it all along. It was definitely worth the pain."

"No, oh, God, no. Not unless you want to spend the rest of our lives in bed. I can't...Jesus, just the fucking thought of it makes me want to..."I shook my head and tried to clear the violent thoughts.

"Edward, I'm not breakable. You know that." She bit her lip and looked at me coyly. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to do so many things to you." My mind was racing with the possibilities. "But first, I think..." I trailed off and finished my sentence in a whisper against her ear.

She let out a strangled, shocked, choking sound and I pulled back to see her reaction. Her eyes were huge, staring at me in wonder.

"Have you never thought about it?" She shook her head mutely. "Really?" I asked incredulously.

"Uh-uh."

I pulled out of her and slipped my fingers inside her, gathering the wetness and spreading it towards her lower hole. "Well? What do you think? I'll be careful..." I circled it with my thumb and used my other hand to gently stroke her clit.

She mewled softly and closed her eyes, nodding her head as she let herself become steeped in the sensations I was giving her.

I gave her a slow, sinful smile. This was going to be so fucking good.

"How's your bath?"

"Soothing," she said with a sigh.

"Sore?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the tub behind her.

"One area is, yes," she smirked.

"I'm sorry," I said, kissing her hair. "Well, I don't know if sorry is the exact word for it. That was..."

"Amazing?" she finished with a soft laugh.

"I didn't expect it to be like that," I told her honestly. "I thought it was going to be porn star good, but I should have known with you, that it would be better than anything I was picturing."

"Wait, are you telling me you've never done that before?" she asked in surprise.

"No, I haven't."

"You mean I got to be your first on something?" She paused laying her head against my thigh. "Ha!"

"Bella, everything is like the first time with you. Nothing feels the same as it did before. Everything's so much better. It's like every part of us connects." I laughed at myself. "I sound ridiculous."

"Nah." She turned herself around to face me. "Are you sleepy?"

"Very. We've been up for almost twenty-four hours. Aren't you sleepy?"

"Yes. And hungry."

"Well, let's order some breakfast and then we can sleep until it's time to pack," I said gently, skimming my fingers down the line of her neck and over her shoulder. "I'm going to take a quick shower."

"Okay."

As I scrubbed myself clean, my mind started going back to yesterday. How anxious I was all afternoon to make her my wife. How I'd walked the strip with James and just happened across a jewelry store that carried Celtic wedding rings. One look at them, and I knew they were meant for us. How the entire drive to the wedding site, the beating drum inside my chest grew stronger, faster, with each mile we crossed as I got closer to Bella. How stunned I was as I saw her walking down the aisle towards me, towards our future together, looking more beautiful than a picture in a fairytale, and how completely peaceful I felt when Charlie put her hand in mine. I thought about the love that surged through me as we said our vows. How I finally realized at that moment, she was mine. That everything we'd been through had brought us closer together and made us stronger.

I was so lucky to have her in my life. That she brought Eli into it and that we found Aiden, our son.

And then the realization that she put her complete, total trust in me with every part of her--her mind, her heart, her soul, her body--nearly brought me to my knees. She had given herself to me in every way possible and as I walked back into the bedroom, I wondered if I would ever be truly deserving of her.

There she was, my light, the reason for my existence. She casually laid on the bed in a white satin gown, studiously looking at the room service menu. I hitched the towel around my hips and climbed into the bed, pushing the menu out of her hands and taking her in my arms.

I kissed her tenderly, wishing I knew how to convey everything I felt for her, how solely hers I was and how wrapped up in her I had become. I pulled away and kissed every part of her face gently, reverently, before I brought my lips back to hers again.

"I love you," I whispered, skimming my nose along the line of her jaw.

"I love you," she repeated. "What just happened?"

"I had a moment," I chuckled. "An epiphany, I guess, in the shower. Without going into it, I realized I love you more than I know how to tell you or show you."

"Well, now you're being romantic," she said with a soft smile.

"I guess I am." Her stomach rumbled in between us. "Food?"

"What do you want?"

"Whatever you're having's fine." I kissed the tip of her nose. "No, I take that back. I want an omelet. Just like we had the morning after I spent the night with you for the first time. I think that would be pretty fucking appropriate. Don't you?" I gave her a crooked grin.

"Sounds perfect."

Bella

I woke up, blissfully wrapped up in Edward's arms, and wondered idly if he'd mind being woken up to me squealing. My blood was racing through my veins and my heart was fluttering in my chest with the excitement that bubbled underneath my skin. It was like all at once, it was finally hitting me. I'd been emotional during the ceremony, but the thought of after--of Edward being my husband--was too surreal a concept to grasp. And now here he was, sleeping tranquilly next to me, the fingers of our hands intertwined; our wedding rings touching.

I gave in. I buried my head in my pillow and let the joyous scream break free, releasing all the pent up energy that was surging through my body.

I felt better.

I sheepishly looked at Edward and saw him looking at me with a sleepy smirk on his face. "Feel better?"

I giggled. "Yes."

"Can I ask what that was about?"

"I'm...happy." I beamed at him. "Can you die from happiness Dr. Cullen? Can your heart literally beat itself to death because of all the endorphins and adrenaline racing through your blood?"

"Are you telling me I orgasmed you to the point of near-death earlier?" he chuckled.

"Do you release endorphins when you orgasm?" He nodded, grinning at me. "Then yeah, you might have."

He pulled me against him and placed a kiss on my forehead. "Glad to hear it. Though, you don't seem critically ill."

I crawled up his body and straddled him, taking the white night gown and pulling it over my head, as I bent down to kiss him. He laughed and grabbed my shoulders, looking at me with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"Whoa, there. You're probably pretty sore. Maybe we should wait until we get home," he laughed.

"Nope." I pursed my lips when he didn't move. "I promise, I'm not. Not the part that matters right now, anyway."

His smile faded and he looked at me seriously. "You're sure?" I nodded, getting a humming response from him as he released my shoulders and let me ease my face to his.

Our lips met, becoming a quick, fiery tangle of tongues, as his hands moved gracefully over my body. He cupped my breasts, kneading gently, as his thumbs grazed over my nipples, instantly causing them to harden with his touch.

I fisted my hands in his hair, pulling gently as I ground my hips into him and listened to his moan, echoing my own.

"Bella," he whispered against my mouth.

He positioned himself at my entrance and I let myself come down on him. We both stopped all other movement as we reveled in the feel of our bodies joining together. His hands skimmed my sides, going to my hips and he started rocking me against him in a slow, enticing pace.

I ran my hands over his chest and tried to speed up his torturous pace, only for him to keep a firm grasp on my hips, never deviating from his motions.

He chuckled. "Just feel, baby. Quit trying to rush it."

I moaned as he pushed me down into him, rolling my hips against his and sending the sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I closed my eyes and obeyed, allowing myself to get lost in his movements, in the feel of his skin against mine, the scent of his skin, and the feel of his lips and tongue as they traced patterns along my skin.

Before I knew it, my breathing was ragged and our bodies were becoming slick with sweat as we neared our release. He let go of my hips, allowing me to take the lead, and I brought my body up and down on him faster, harder, as I stepped closer and closer to the edge.

A low, guttural sound came out of Edward's mouth as he came inside me, pulsing, and making me come with him.

I kissed his jaw, running my tongue up the scratchy stubble, until I got to his ear. "Again," I pleaded softly, rocking against him.

He groaned and flipped us over as he captured my mouth with his, kissing and touching me with such tenderness, I went pliant, giving him all of me and letting him take control.

He thrust into me with smooth, strong strokes, gently skimming his hands over my breasts and teasing my nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

My hands went to his hips, pulling him into me more forcefully, and before I knew what was happening, he had my hands in one of his above my head, as he continued to drive into me. I pushed my hips up to meet each of his strokes, and he broke away from our kiss, moving his lips down my neck and traveling down to my nipple.

He flicked my nipple with his tongue, then sucked down on it. I could feel myself getting ready to come again, and my body started to tremble underneath him, responding to every touch and thrust. He smiled and hummed against my skin as he felt the change in me, driving himself into me faster, with more power.

He squeezed my hand and brought his head up, his green eyes lit with fire as he grunted and watched me come strongly around him, screaming and writhing underneath him. With one last, quick thrust, he came deep inside me, burying his head in the crook of my neck and moaning my name against my skin.

His breath fanned out over my skin, causing a chill to run through me. I shuddered and felt his chest shake with his silent laughter as he rolled off of me and curled up against me.

"Sleep," he mumbled. "I didn't get enough. This chick I married in Vegas is a sex fiend. She woke me up screaming and then practically attacked me. Weirdo. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do when we get home."

I spit out a laugh. "You got married in Vegas? How cliché."

"Huh," he laughed. "It wasn't that bad. There were no Elvis impersonators and neither of us were drunk."

"Oh, well, that's a relief. But that means you probably can't get it annulled." I yawned.

"No. No annulment. Guess I'll just have to divorce her ass if she doesn't shut up and let me sleep."

I giggled. "How much time do we have before that damn alarm will go off?"

"Three hours."

"Oh, okay. That's enough." I closed my eyes and burrowed down against him. "Night."

"No, morning."

"Oh, whatever."

The blasted alarm went off, disturbing our slumber and we both got up and started packing. I got my dress off the floor and put it in the garment bag, then found my shoes strung out in between the door and the couch, where they'd at some point fallen off my feet, and then picked up the shredded scrap of lace that was my thong. And yes, I was walking a bit bowlegged, but I was trying my best to hide it.

I held it up and twirled it around. "Hmm. I think I might've changed my mind. I liked this one."

"We can buy you another," Edward said, picking up his tux and hanging it up.

"No, I don't think we can." He looked at me in confusion. "I'm pretty sure this was La Perla. Which means Alice is going to kick my ass." I paused for a beat. "No, she's going to kick your ass."

"Then don't tell her. It's just a pair of underwear. What's the big deal?"

"I'm pretty sure she said something about this being over a hundred dollars."

He dropped his shoes on the floor and I watched them bounce across the room. "Are you fucking kidding? Alice paid over a hundred dollars for a piece of fabric the size of my hand?" he asked in shock.

"Mmm," I said vaguely, throwing it in the trashcan. "Yeah, we'll just keep that to ourselves."

We took separate showers, because there was no way I was going to be able to have any more sex with him before we left. Which caused him to throw me a cocky, crooked smirk when I explained to him the reason why I needed him to get in without me. I threw on a pair of sweats and a tank top, carrying my hoodie with me for when we got back to Chicago, and had my wet hair in a ponytail on top of my head, only to be told I needed to change into something nicer. Since Edward gave me no clue as to why, I changed into a long, flowing maxi dress and threw on a pair of flat sandals so I could at least be comfortable on the plane.

"Hey, now that the wedding's over, I was thinking about maybe cutting my hair," I said casually as we walked downstairs to meet up with everyone.

Edward's steps faltered and he gave me a hard look. "Why?"

"Um, or not. I was just thinking that since I've had hair down to my ass since high school, it might be time for a change. But I can see that wasn't the best idea," I said with a giggle.

He wrapped my still damp hair around his hand and pulled me to him. "Your hair is one of my favorite things about you. Let me explain," he said lowly against my mouth. "It's soft, and thick, and shimmers this amazing red in the sun. If you cut it off, I can't do this," he tugged on my ponytail, closing the small gap between our mouths and kissed me deeply. "Not only do I love your hair, I love the color of your eyes. The deep, chocolaty color seems to pull me in. When you're angry or horny, take your pick, they have these cinnamon colored flecks in them and seem to be indescribably saturated with color. Then there's your body, which, I believe I've given you enough examples over the months to describe how I love that. And then there's that warm, pink blush that tints your cheeks almost constantly, because you, a ghrá, are embarrassed about nearly everything, even when you try not to be. And sometimes, it covers your entire body, exceptionally lighting your body in a flame of color. So, if you don't mind, I'd rather you not cut your hair."

I blinked and tried to unscramble my brain. "Holy shit," I breathed. "Where did that come from?"

He released my hair and grinned. "I've been thinking about things since that epiphany of mine. I want to at least try to tell you how much you mean to me." He shrugged. "I don't know if I'll succeed, or if I'll come of looking like a total jackass, but it's worth a shot."

"No, definitely didn't look like a jackass, there," I said, still dazed.

We rode the elevator down to the main floor and found everyone waiting for us at the entrance of Le Cirque.

"You're taking me to eat at Le Cirque?" I asked, stunned.

"You said something about it, so I thought I'd save it for last since it's supposed to be the best," he answered with a grin.

"Oh, my God. Do you know how long I've been wanting to try the L'Agneau du Colorado?"

"No, but now you can." He put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"Hi!" Alice squealed. "How was the wedding night?" She gave Edward a narrowed glance. "No details."

"It was great, thanks."

"Momma! Da!" Eli darted around everyone and latched on to us. "Daideo said we get to go home later!"

"We do, do you miss home, squirt?" Edward asked, picking him up.

"Um-hm. Aiden and I want to go home and play with my cars. Da? Will you set the track up for us?"

"Sure, buddy. We'll set it up in the bonus room so it's out of the way. Okay?"

"Where's your brother?" I asked Eli, looking around.

"He's asleep. Over there." Eli pointed behind Emmett.

I craned my neck around and saw him passed out in the stroller. "Well, all right then."

"The boys already ate," Esme said as she gave us hugs and kissed our cheeks. "I wasn't sure they'd enjoy this kind of thing."

"Um, no, probably not," I said with a laugh. "Thanks."

"Sure, sweetie."

We went inside and were immediately seated. I looked up at the ceiling and smiled at the colorful streams of color that billowed down, resembling a circus tent, and then turned my attention to the menu. I could hear Edward and James talking next to me, but wasn't paying any attention. I was too wrapped up in my own little culinary world, anxious to see if the food was as good as its reputation.

The food arrived and smelled incredible. I took a bite and almost groaned, it was so good. I offered Edward a bite before he took a bite of his lobster, so that I didn't have to get a new fork or make a trip to the hospital.

"I'll brush my teeth when I'm done," he said when he took the first bite.

"I hope so. Not being able to kiss you would be...weird."

He smiled. "It would."

We ate desert, something I never did, and Carlisle and Esme paid the thousand-something dollar bill without blinking twice. I fidgeted with my napkin guiltily after the waiter took their credit card, quickly getting Carlisle's attention.

"Bella, don't feel guilty. We didn't get to have a rehearsal dinner or anything like that for you two. This is the least Esme and I can do for you." He gave me a warm smile.

"I know, but it's so much," I replied, biting my lip. "Thank you."

"You're quite welcome, dear. Think of it as an initiation into the family. We Cullen's like to spend money, as well as make it. You, Bella, just passed with flying colors." Carlisle winked.

"Yep, welcome to the family." Emmett raised his glass, as did everyone else at the table.

I blushed furiously. "Thank you. Thank you for accepting me. And Eli. You don't know how much it means for me to have some kind of family other than my father."

"Aw, Bella!" Alice said, wiping her eyes. "We love you, too."