I noticed that I tend to write lemons for 2 chapters at a time. Is it just this story, or all of them?

Edward woke to the most delicious feeling of silken hands on his cock. Moaning, he shifted his hips and opened his eyes. In the half-light, he could just make out the long sweep of hair belonging to his wife as she bent to trace her tongue where her fingers had been.

"Fuck," he choked out.

When she enveloped his length in the wet heat of her mouth, he had to force himself to calm down and enjoy it. He wouldn't let himself come as fast as he had their last time, that was for sure. There'd been no way to contain it; it had been an entire year, after all.

"Bella." His voice sounded foreign to him, as if it caressed her name the way she caressed him with her tongue.

She merely hummed in response, and the feeling went straight to his balls. He'd never known her to be so bold, to suck his cock like a champion, like someone with experience. She swallowed around him, and he groaned so loud in the quiet of the night. He could just barely see her look up at him from between his legs, and he felt his cock pulse with the need to release. It took his damn hardest effort to keep from spilling his cum down her throat.

When she pulled off him and rose to straddle him, he saw her face glowing like a naughty angel in the pearlescent light. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in disarray, and her breasts hung right there in his face. They begged him to kiss them, but he settled for fondling them as she sank onto him and he lost his focus.

She cried out, biting her lip and bracing her hands on his chest.

Needing to tell her the words crowding in his head, he rasped, "You're fucking amazing."

Her breath shuddered out as she lifted and lowered. He twisted her nipples between his fingers, and her hips faltered. Bella was sensitive, needy, and she was riding him to her completion. Wanting to prolong her pleasure, he let her rock over him until he felt her muscles tightening into an orgasm.

At the sounds coming out of her mouth, he lost it. Taking hold of her waist and flipping them, he slipped out long enough to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She squirmed, and he tweaked the other with his thumb and forefinger.

"Edward," she cried.

He licked and sucked on her breasts until he felt his cock leaking, finally pushing himself higher so he could claim her wet pussy. "Damn, that feels so good."

Unhurriedly, he pumped in and out, watching the shadows on her face as she tilted her head back into the pillow. He ran his thumb up the middle of her throat, feeling her swallow against it as he cupped her jaw and dipped his thumb into her mouth. It was clear she was working her way toward another orgasm as she let out a low moan.

"That's it, baby. Feel how deep my cock hits?"

"Yes," she moaned.

Wanting to watch her face, he leaned down until her features came into focus in the dimness of pre-dawn. "You're almost there, I can feel it. Do you want to come?"

"God, yes."

He pulled her hips up, tilting her pelvis. Her next cry sounded choked, and she gripped his forearms for leverage.

"Come on, baby. Come for me." Her entire body arched, one long line of smooth skin beckoning to him. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Please don't stop."

Their pelvises ground together with their every move, and he smirked. "Are you sure?"

"Please. Please."

She was so fucking sexy, he didn't think he had it in him to keep going. Her muscles clenched and unclenched. She trembled, and he swallowed hard, focusing on not losing it.

"That's it, Bella. Let go."

A quiet sound began in her throat, a low moan that echoed in the base of his cock. If he didn't clamp down on the desire coursing through him, he was going to come before she did.

"Oh, so close. Edward!" Clutching at his arms, she shivered and writhed beneath him.

"Right here. Feel me so deep inside you."

She cried out and the dam broke, sending her into a quivering mass of nerves and sensation. He followed soon after, gathering her in his embrace and kissing her thoroughly.

"Can we do that every morning?" he asked finally.

She curled into his side when he lay beside her. "Sure."

Pushing her hair out of her face, he asked, "What was that about, anyway?"

"I got up to feed Quinn, and I figured the best time to avoid a milk bath is right after they've drained." She buried her face in his neck.

"Makes sense." He ran a hand down her back and ass, utterly content with the world.

When he woke again, she was asleep next to him wearing a nursing bra. Something told him she wouldn't let her breasts out of their fabric prison in the near future. Glancing at the clock, he saw that they would need to get up soon and face the day. Sometimes, he hated being a responsible adult.

But he figured he had a few minutes before Rose would expect them to appear and take their son off her hands. He'd promised Bella he would taste her, and he was nothing if not an oath keeper. Besides, he figured he owed her.

Sliding down the mattress, he peeled the sheets from her body, smiling when she shifted and reached for them.

"Mm, cold."

"Not for long."

In seconds, he slipped his hands under her ass and brought her pussy to meet his mouth. He felt her hands in his hair at the same time he heard her gasp. With his lips wrapped around her, he delved his tongue inside. She panted, struggling to lift her hips, but he held her too tightly for her to move.

"Oh, God, I—"

All the air left her lungs as he sucked her clit into his mouth, and she couldn't finish her sentence. He kneaded the globes of her ass, pressing his mouth harder against her and feeling her rise quickly to the brink. Growing hard at the sounds she made, he groaned against her pussy and sucked harder. She screamed something incoherent and shattered into pieces.

Without hesitating, he levered up and slammed into her, eliciting a strangled cry from her mouth. Pistoning his hips, he drove relentlessly into her until he emptied everything he had left to give.

"Good God." Afraid to crush her, he rested on his side and pulled her close to spoon her. "I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life."

"What in the world was that for?" she mumbled.

Chuckling, Edward kissed the side of her head. "There's no telling how long it'll be before we have uninterrupted time together again."

Though she yawned, she said, "No complaints from me, I promise."

"Still cold?"

"No." Bella snorted. "A little hot, actually."

"It's almost seven," he said after a minute.

She peeked at the clock on the nightstand. "Ugh."

"Do you want to shower before me?"

Turning her head and blinking up at him, she pulled his face down for a kiss. "I'd like to shower together, but I don't think that would be a good idea."

With a wolfish grin, he looked down at her. "Why not?"

"You can't keep your hands to yourself, and I'm exhausted."

His expression changed, contrition darkening his features. "I wore you out, didn't I?"

"It's okay."

"No, I—"

"Edward." With her fingertips over his lips, she silenced him. "I wouldn't trade the past twelve hours for a week of sleep, and I'm not complaining. Stop worrying."

In response, he covered her mouth with his.

Bella did shower first, pulling her hair up in a bun afterward so she didn't have to worry about drying it. While Edward showered, she dressed for the day, thinking that moving into his bedroom had been a fantastic idea. His bathroom was spacious and his shower was massive. She didn't even know what to do with all the sprayers and knobs, but it didn't matter. It was a luxury.

One day, she'd love to take Edward in the shower, but it wouldn't be that morning. Though she'd fed him in the middle of the night, she missed Quinn. Heading out and down to the next room, she opened the door quietly so she didn't disturb him. She found Rose in the rocking chair, stroking his forehead and singing softly.

"Rose," she whispered.

The other woman looked up with a small smile. "Good morning."

Bella moved into the room and sat in the armchair, seeing that Quinn slept in Rose's arms. "You want children, don't you, sweetie?"

"You caught me."

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate you keeping him overnight."

"Oh, please, Bella, I loved it." Rose tried to hide a grin but failed. "I hope you got thoroughly fucked."

Bella blushed, a laugh escaping her unbidden. "Um, yeah."

"Yes!" Rose glanced at Quinn to be certain she hadn't disturbed him.

"It was amazing. Dinner was great, and he was relaxed and sweet the whole time. I think it's safe to say we've crossed into new territory in our relationship."

"Aw. Did he say the L word?"

Cocking her head, Bella frowned. "No."

Rose responded quickly. "Oh, well, I'm sure he will when he feels more comfortable."

"I'm sure you're right."

The thought stayed with her for the rest of the day. She'd never said it, either, but she couldn't fathom telling him if he wasn't going to say it back. It would mortify her if he responded with something such as I know or thanks.

Edward was sitting in the dining room when Bella entered, and they had a nice breakfast. He read the paper and drank too much coffee, but he was pleasant and teasing. She knew he had business to tend to, and it didn't surprise her when he left the table before she did. Rose came down with Quinn and stayed until Emmett arrived. When the two of them proceeded to get handsy, Bella took Quinn upstairs to give them some privacy. She felt close to Rose, and she wanted to see her happy. Hopefully, she would find lasting love with Emmett, and they could build the family Rose clearly wanted. Maybe she could have a sister of sorts, one who understood the ramifications of loving a member of the mafia.

Lunch was a solitary affair, and she wondered if Edward had too much on his schedule to join her because there was a problem, or if it was routine. Always at the back of her mind was the stress of something going wrong. His safety was a top priority for her, but so was hers and their son's.

Tyler served dinner late at her request, but she still ate alone. One day was all she'd gotten; less than one day, actually.

After Quinn's last feeding of the night, she put on her nightgown and lay down, feeling tears threatening. The massive bed wasn't the same without Edward. Completely opposite from that morning, the room felt like his instead of theirs when she was there alone. Pulling his pillow close to her face, she inhaled his scent. It hadn't changed at all but, at that point, she associated it with sex and sin. At least she could console herself with the thought that the sex had been with her.

But she had not seen him since breakfast. She knew better than to intrude into his inner sanctum, so she didn't go to the office to check on him. After what they'd shared the night before, it was odd to have an entire day alone with her thoughts, especially since doubt came creeping back in faster than she would have preferred. It amazed her how she could still feel lonely while living under her husband's roof or laying in his bed.

By the time the bedroom door opened, she was asleep, but having a newborn made her a light sleeper. She heard Edward moving around and cracked her eyes open to watch him undress. Naked—and glorious—in the moonlight, he climbed into the bed and she held her breath.

He scooted close to her, and her breathing came more easily as he draped an arm over her. Moments later, he pulled her against him and kissed the top of her head.

"Is tú mo gach rud," he whispered.

Realizing she'd never asked him to translate the Gaelic he occasionally used, she couldn't tell what he'd said. The tenor was affectionate, and she hoped it was something sweet. Relaxing, she snuggled into his side and tried to fall back asleep, but it was easier said than done.

When she heard Quinn in the middle of the night, she found Edward gone again. Thinking he'd gotten up before she heard the baby, she waited to hear his soothing voice over the monitor. All she got was more crying, so she hurried down the hall to tend to Quinn's needs. By the time his tears stopped, hers flowed freely.

Were Edward's promises meaningless? Was that what she could expect every day for the rest of their marriage? Or was something truly wrong? Needing to spend more hours in the office than out of it surely held importance. Self-doubt might be her status quo, but fear of the unknown dangers his job carried filled her with a different type of dread. All she could think was that theirs was no life, not the way they currently lived it. Once again, Rose's words came back to her.

Bella wouldn't let her husband forget about her again. She couldn't allow him to leave her alone every day, only coming together in the night. Never again would she permit herself to be content to be pushed to the back burner. No, they would speak of it in the morning, no matter where she had to track him down to make it happen.

Is tú mo gach rud~ Gaelic for You are my everything.

There's that first bump we talked about.