Story Title: The Experimental Procedure

Summary: As Adam Savage says, "The difference between science and screwing around is writing it down." Never is that more clear than when Dr. Cullen is faced with his sexy assistant and her blushes.

Disclaimer: The author does not own any publicly recognizable characters herein. No copyright infringement is intended.

I smiled at the sight greeting me in my well-lit home office. My pretty little assistant, Isabella Swan, was seated elegantly on the cushioned examination table. She was dressed in a white lab coat, her chocolate hair framing her heart-shaped face in long graceful waves. Shapely legs clad in dark stockings peeked out from under the coat. Fuck. I could see the lacy band at the top of the stocking, which was hot as hell. Almost as hot as the sky-high, shiny black heels threatening to slip off her delicate feet.

I was thrilled. Bella wasn't my assistant today. She would be my subject. Although, I supposed, I would certainly value her role in today's procedure.

I cleared my throat.

"Miss Swan."

"Dr. Cullen."

My cock swelled, as it always did when the word "doctor" crossed those plump red lips. Her mouth was made for sucking cock, and fuck if it wasn't about the hottest thing ever for her to refer to me with such deference. It also didn't hurt that her voice was soft and sweet … almost melodious. I adored hearing it.

She smiled at me as I crossed to her.

"Do you understand our procedure today, Miss Swan?"

She swallowed—looking a bit apprehensive, or perhaps excited—and nodded.

"Yes, sir."

I grinned. I liked the way she said, "sir," too.

"Let's review the experimental procedure. I'm going to taste you, fully clothed. I'm then going to remove your clothing and taste your body again. I will use a voice recorder to take notes. Then, I will speak to you in ways deliberately designed to draw a response from your body. I will use graphic terms and descriptions. When I have created a suitable flush on your skin, I will describe your body aloud to document the change. Next, I will repeat the tasting procedure to observe the changes in flavor. In the interest of scientific rigor, I will need to savor your entire body. I will continue making verbal notes through this process. I will use highly graphic language for my comments in order to ensure you maintain your flush. I will, of course, check in with you frequently. I will require your feedback on the sensations my mouth has on your skin, both at rest and when flushed. I also would like to ensure your comfort. It is possible, even likely, that the sensations will be overwhelming. In the event you need me to stop or slow down, say 'micropipette,' and I will pause to check in with you and stop if necessary."

My subject sat listening quietly, her eyes wide. Her only tell, the occasional intake of breath as she, I presumed, imagined the procedure we were about to perform.

"In addition to the external procedure, I will sample your taste internally. I will also need to discover the change in your taste when you are experiencing penetration and different forms of stimulation. I have several instruments I will use to penetrate and stimulate you; however, the element of surprise is valuable to my process, so in most cases, I will not warn you of what item will be touching you or inserted. As you recall in our consultations prior to today regarding limits we discussed how far you believe your body can be pushed. I will not stray from those parameters. The language I use to bring out your blush and arouse you and that of my comments will be kept within the parameters you provided regarding your appreciation for dirty talk and of your specific proclivities. I have a list of terms you prefer and those you do not like. I understand you have a praise kink and also appreciate a small amount of degradation.

"The final step in today's procedure will be an exploration of the change in the taste of your skin during intercourse, at which point I will disrobe and penetrate you with my penis."

I paused, giving her a chance to absorb the information.

"Do you have any questions, Miss Swan?"

"What about release?" she asked. "Climaxes?"

"You are, of course, welcome to take your release at any time," I smirked as I answered. She would certainly find quite a bit of pleasure and release if I had anything to say about it, and as the man in charge of the room, I would have plenty to say on the topic. "And as many times as you wish and are able. I will make observations on changes following your climax, of course.

"If you have no other questions, I will make my preparations, and we can begin when you are ready."

"Yes, doctor," her sweet voice steady as she answered.

I turned away and washed my hands before setting up an instrument tray along with my voice recorder next to the exam table. On another tray, I arranged several sex toys for later, along with a bottle of lube, all covered with a cloth.

I crossed back so I was again in front of the pretty little brunette seated patiently on my table.

"You may lie back, Miss Swan," I said, gesturing with my hands.

She eased back, arranging herself carefully on the table, her lab coat falling open as she lay back, revealing that in addition to the coat and stockings she wore only a lace bra and panty set, its deep blue vibrant against her peaches and cream skin.

I swallowed thickly. She was a beautiful woman and today's experiment would certainly be enjoyable for both of us. I needed to relax before she completely overwhelmed my senses.

"Is it warm enough for you, Miss Swan?" I asked. "I can raise the temperature if you need me to do."

She shook her head. "I'm fine for now, doctor."

"In that case, shall we begin?"

Miss Swan nodded, letting her eyes close.

I began speaking into my recorder. "This is a test of the hypothesis: how does the reddening of the skin, caused by dilated capillaries, also known as blushing, alter the taste of the skin. The subject is Isabella Swan, age twenty-nine. This experiment will be conducted by Dr. Edward Cullen on the first of June, 2022. Observations, notes, and an audio recording of the experiment to follow."

Miss Swan shifted at my words.

"There's no need to be nervous, Miss Swan; I will start small."

She nodded and gave me a small smile as I reached out and took one dainty hand in mine. I lifted her hand and gently pressed my open mouth against the inside of her wrist, sucking gently and running my tongue along her skin. She giggled at the contact but didn't speak.

I returned her hand to where I'd found it, resting with its mate on her flat midriff, a hint of bare, creamy skin peeking out where her lab coat was falling open.

"The subject's wrist tastes like skin," I said into my recorder with a chuckle, "and smells very nice, like freesias. The first contact created a tickling effect for the subject."

Miss Swan smiled and let out a breathy little laugh at my words.

I walked around towards her head and leaned over to suck lightly on her neck, just below her ear, swirling my tongue along her soft skin. I smiled against her body as I heard her breath hitch. This was going to be fun.

Straightening, I returned to my recorder.

"The subject's neck bears a similar taste to the wrist. I note a similar fragrance as well. I believe I also detect strawberries. Prior conversations with the subject allow me to deduce fairly conclusively that the strawberries are from her shampoo."

Miss Swan rolled her eyes. I ignored her sass.

"What can you tell me about the sensations of being licked, Miss Swan?"

"Well, it tickles a bit," she hedged slowly.

"I gathered as much," I smirked before warning her, "I'm going to undress you now."

She sat up at my gesturing, letting me ease her lab coat off her shoulders. I smirked and slipped one hand under her thigh to lift her slightly so I could tug the coat from under her. I wasn't going to let an opportunity to touch her sexy little body slip through my fingers, even if I was about to get plenty of better opportunities.

I reached around and unhooked her bra. It was hot as hell—all blue lace—but I couldn't deny that I was ready to start really tasting her body, which meant her rosy nipples had to be free.

Now gloriously topless, I turned my attention to her matching panties. Again, they were gorgeous, but they had to go. In the name of science, of course. I coaxed my pretty little subject onto her back and eased my hands under that luscious ass, relishing the feel of her soft skin as I realized the tiny panties were even smaller than expected. Not bothering to resist temptation, I gave her round cheeks a light but firm squeeze, drawing a soft and satisfying "ah!" from her lips, before slipping my fingers under the lacy waistband of the thong and giving a sharp tug. Unsurprisingly, the fragile material gave way easily, and I pulled it free from her body. When I saw the destroyed undergarment in its entirety, I couldn't help lamenting that I hadn't seen her standing in them, especially with those high heels; that tiny string totally swallowed by her ass. Must have been a fucking sight to see, and I missed it. I might be able to arrange for her to demonstrate that sight for me another time if I replaced the panties I'd just destroyed.

Bella sighed. "Those were expensive."

I grinned. "You should find someone to replace them for you and thank him by modeling the new ones while wearing those heels."

She just shook her head, an exasperated look on her face.

With her now naked—but for stockings and heels—I hesitated, my hand trailing her bare thigh, tantalizing close to the promised land. I chuckled before silently admonishing myself when her breath caught. I didn't want her blushing yet. Ideally, she wouldn't be aroused so quickly, but a glance at the weeping honeypot nestled between pale thighs told me that was a lost cause.

Deciding I should get down to it and stop wasting time when I could be tasting the intoxicating brunette, I gently tugged first one, then the other high heel off before quickly rolling each stocking down her legs.

Well, damn, I thought. What a fucking sight. Sure, I'd missed her ass swallowing that itty-bitty thong, but now she was lying on my table, entirely bare and ready for me.

"I am beginning the second phase of the procedure," I said into my recorder. "I will taste the subject's wrist and neck again."

I noted that the taste of her wrist was unchanged. After I sampled her neck, I trailed my tongue down to suck the skin of her upper chest. It wasn't quite her breast—I would get there soon enough—but it was extremely close, just at the top of the swell on the side, near her arm. She seemed to think it was as enjoyable as I did, judging by how her thighs clenched.

"The skin of her neck is unchanged. The taste of the subject's upper breast is quite delicious, more delicious perhaps than the other areas I have sampled thus far. Miss Swan, is there anything you'd like to report on how you are feeling?"

"It tickled a bit but also … uhh … being licked while naked is … quite erotic." She probably wasn't aware, but her confession was bringing just a bit more pink to her cheeks.

"Erotic, Miss Swan?" I pushed gently. "Could you be more specific?"

"It's a turn-on," Bella hedged slowly.

Her hesitation didn't surprise me. I had known everything about her—her sex life and her turn-ons before beginning this experiment. I knew she adored dirty talk but sometimes struggled to say the words herself. She was extremely adventurous but shy and self conscious, and—I knew she liked to be pushed. That was why she'd been so eager to be my subject for this experiment; it forced her out of her comfort zone.

"Are you wet, Miss Swan?" I asked, knowing the question would prompt a full blush. I wasn't disappointed.

Her cheeks bloomed pink.

"You're blushing, Miss Swan," I commented, partially so I would have the note on the beginning of the primary blush. "Does that mean you are wet? What would I find if I parted those pretty thighs and slipped one finger into your hot little pussy? Would I find it dripping honey, ready for me to lick it all up?"

"Yes," she whispered, her flush spreading to cover her chest and breasts.

"Good," I said. "Because it's time for my feast."

I dove in to taste her neck again.

"Neck is still delicious and it's time to start sampling more interesting parts of the subject's sexy body. I imagine her breasts must taste extremely delectable."

I sucked the same spot on her upper breast, harder this time. I swirled my tongue against the soft skin, enjoying the salty-sweet taste. I added my teeth and nibbled slightly before pulling back. I grinned when I discovered I'd left a small mark on her upper breast. I wondered how long it would stay.

"Her upper breast is even tastier. A fresh bit of sweetness. Her skin also mars quite easily. The experimental procedure caused a mark."

Bella's head jerked at my words.

"Edward! What did you do?"

"Tut-tut, Miss Swan. It's Dr. Cullen. You are my subject today. And, it's nothing, just a tiny hickey."

She sighed as she looked down at her breast, surveying the damage before muttering, "at least it's on the side."

"As I was saying," I raised an eyebrow at her.

She gestured as if to say, "go on."

"The sexy subject now bears a mark on her breast. Leaving the mark was an extremely satisfying moment. Miss Swan's response, however, makes it clear I must be careful and avoid more such marks, or at least avoid them in places that might be visible to others."

She rolled her eyes. "I have a big event coming up, you know," she commented. "I don't need hickeys from an experiment all over me."

I smiled broadly. "Duly noted, Miss Swan.

"Now, before I continue to taste these delectable breasts, I'm going to take a moment and remind the sexy little kitten what I'm about to do to her tempting body."

My words, as expected, brought back her fading flush as she shivered and rubbed her thighs together.

"It seems she liked that, since her blush has deepened and she is rubbing those pretty little thighs together, pretty little thighs I will very soon be diving between so I can lick up all the delicious juices I am sure are dripping from that tight pussy. Thighs I will thoroughly enjoy wrapping around me as I plunge my cock hard and fast into that wet pussy."

I punctuated my words by trailing my hand down her torso, running one finger along her stomach, enjoying the sight of her abs clenching at my touch. I stopped just shy of her mound, chuckling as she moaned.

"Of course, before I can indulge myself on Miss Swan's delicious honey, I need to try the rest of her body.

"How does that sound, Bella?" I turned my attention back to my subject. "Shall I feast on one breast while I play with the other, only to swap and take the other nipple in my mouth to wrap my tongue around, to nibble with my teeth? I'll keep a hand on your first breast and ensure the nipple is still hard as a rock, almost as hard as my cock is.

"Where should my other hand be, though? I could leave it right here," I let my hand rest on her belly. "Or I could move it down just a touch," I moved down her body, stopping once again just above where she and I both wanted me to go.

"I'm not sure yet where my hand will go, actually," I mused aloud. "I think I'll start and find out when the time comes."

I didn't give her a chance to respond. Instead, I dove back in, wrapping my mouth around one hard nipple. I didn't pause when I heard her gasp, only swirled my tongue and added teeth to the task. I brought my hand up to her other breast, the one further from me. Normally, I might not have cared which breast I started with, but in this case, I had planned this carefully and knew which angles would work best. I needed my right-hand free when I switched breasts, which meant starting with her right breast.

I kneaded her breast as I suckled, enjoying the sounds of her gasps and moans. And then I switched.

Sucking her nipple into my mouth—hard—I cupped her other breast before rolling her nipple between my fingers.

Bella was breathing heavily now, her thighs clenching, clearly waiting for me to direct my attention lower.

"Do you want something, little girl?" I asked with a smirk, lifting off her breast to look at her. "Are you hoping for something? Maybe I should find something for my other hand to do … Ah, I know! Maybe I'll find out just how wet your little pussy is? Is that what you were hoping for? Were you hoping I'd carefully and slowly trail one finger between those soaked lips? Or maybe you want me to ease one finger inside you, just to see how tight this pussy is? Then I could draw my finger back out and circle your little clit. I wonder how you'd squirm if I circled it so-o-o slo-owly. Or maybe I should shove a finger or two into you as hard and fast as I can and start pumping, and maybe let you fuck yourself on my hand?"

She rubbed her thighs together, her juices glistening on them as they leaked out of her. Fuck, that was a pretty sight.

"Hmmm, not going to answer me? Well, you are the subject, so perhaps I should make the decision myself. And I know exactly what I'm going to do."

Sweeping my hand down between those creamy thighs, I slipped two fingers inside her. She gasped at my hand, a gasp that only increased when my thumb landed on her clit. I started pumping hard but not as hard as I might have. We'd get there.

I grabbed my voice recorder. I had an experiment to complete, after all.

Things to observe.

Reactions to document.

"Sucking on those nipples has made the horny little subject extremely wet. She has been blushing quite furiously and it makes her breasts and nipples almost as delicious as her pussy is wet. I have two fingers buried inside her, and she is thoroughly creaming all over my hand. It's quite enjoyable for me. I can feel her clenching around my fingers, and I have to imagine how it will feel when we reach the conclusion of our procedure, and I get to feel this wet, tight, gorgeous, sweet pussy gripping my cock."

I leaned forward and took a nipple into my mouth, nipping lightly before swirling my tongue and laving it generously.

I was rewarded for my nipping teeth and pumping hand. Bella was gasping and moaning, thrusting her hips in time with my hand.

"Tell me what you feel, baby," I whispered, lifting my head to look at her face, her neck taut as her back arched. "How does being finger fucked change the feeling of being tasted?"

She whimpered and shook her head.

I smirked and redoubled my efforts with my hand. She was about to come.

"Do you want me to make you come?"

"Yes, yes, please!" Her voice was a low moan. That wouldn't do. I wanted a scream.

"Will you answer my question if I make you come?"

"Yes!"

She was thrashing now, trying to get more friction from my hand.

I began pumping harder, still circling her clit with my thumb, and renewed my attention on her breast: mouth on one, hand on the other.

"Oh, oh! Fuck. More! Dr. Cullen!"

Her chants became louder and more nonsensical as my speed increased until she screamed and then turned silent, just gasping.

I slowed my hand, bringing her down from her climax. I pressed a last open-mouthed kiss to her nipple, taking the last swipe across it with my tongue, and then I straightened, slipping my hand out from between her legs.

"What's it like to come with your nipple in my mouth?"

Bella glared at me as she caught her breath before mumbling something that sounded an awful lot like, "one track mind."

"Miss Swan, I am a doctor. I do not have a one track mind," I defended. "I value the scientific process and want to make sure everything is fully recorded."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure, you do."

I gestured with my hands in a so? movement, gathering the recorder.

"It was like something was connected—a string between my breasts and my pussy. When you bit my nipple, I could feel it in my pussy. When you touched my G-spot, it made my boobs ache."

I adjusted myself in my pants, not very subtly. The word "pussy" coming out of that beautiful, sweet mouth was making me hard as a rock.

"Thank you, Miss Swan. That's very helpful feedback," I replied. "I'm going to return to the procedure now. It's time to taste that pretty pussy. It's still dripping, all for me. I think you like how I talk to you. I think you're a sweet little slut who gushes when I say I want to lick up every bit of those juices flowing out of you."

Bella flexed her hips slightly, rubbing her thighs together.

"Do you want me to lick that juicy pussy, little girl? Do you want me to drink everything you've got and make you come again?"

She whimpered but didn't reply.

"Come on, baby, tell me what you want. Good girls get rewarded."

"Please, lick me, Dr. Cullen." Her words came out on a moan.

"Good girl," I cooed. "What a fucking good little girl. Just wait, sweetheart. I'm gonna make it all better."

I crossed between her legs and grabbed her knees, tugging her so she was on the edge of the table with her legs spread wide, and I dove in like a man dying of thirst.

I ran my tongue between her lips, savoring her musky taste, before slipping my tongue into her entrance. She moaned, and I moved up to suck her clit into my mouth, slipping two fingers inside her pussy.

"Her pussy is so fucking good," I lifted my mouth—briefly—off her pussy to speak into my recorder. "Musky honey. Nectar of the gods. I don't need food; I just need to feast on this juicy kitty every day.

"Any feedback to add, little one?"

"I like when you fuck me with your hand when my clit is in your mouth," Bella said.

"Good girl," I murmured. "Brave little slut, telling me what she wants, what she likes."

I ducked down and pressed a kiss to her pussy before standing and pulling my hand away. She gave me a slightly betrayed look as if she couldn't believe I would dare stop.

"Hold on, Miss Swan. Trust me."

I grabbed the instrument tray with the sex toys and pulled it to the other end of the table. Lifting the cloth, I selected a toy, careful to block it from her sight.

I dove back into her scrumptious pussy, blindly turning the toy on and slipping it into her.

I grinned around her clit, which I was now nibbling, when her thighs predictably tightened around my head as the vibrator began pulsing inside her, thrusting evenly, fucking her as I ate her out.

"Oh, fuck, Edward!" she squealed. "It's—ah!—so deep!"

I chuckled and swiped my tongue across her clit before deciding it was time for her to get all the stimulation I could arrange. I reached out and groped the tray to find the things I needed. Somewhat clumsily, I popped open the bottle and—probably making a huge mess I couldn't muster the will to care about—poured a generous dollop on the silicone.

I pressed the tip of the lubed plug against her puckered rear entrance and relished her gasp before sliding it all the way in. Not bothering to resist the temptation, I pulled back so I could see the pink bejeweled base nestled between those perfectly round cheeks, just under the blue handle of the pulsing vibrator being swallowed by her puffy, glistening lips.

"Such a fucking pretty sight," I told her. "You, my perfect subject, stuffed full of toys. Did you know your hungry pussy is just as much of a greedy little slut as you are? It's trying to swallow that vibrator."

"Please," she moaned, her chest heaving. "I'm so close."

"Miss Swan is nearly ready to come for me again," I said into my recording. "And most of her body is a delectable shade of pink. I'm going to have to taste her breasts again before she does. First, though…"

I bent back between her legs and ran my tongue up and down along her slit, lapping the juices dripping around the vibrator before nipping at her clit. I heard her breath shift and knew she was about to come.

I grabbed a bullet vibe from the tray and held it tightly to her clit as I walked around her and began to suck on a neglected nipple. I gently set my teeth against it and—

That did it.

She was writhing and screaming, gasping and swearing, liquid gushing out of her body onto my table and the floor.

I straightened and pulled the bullet from her before carefully, and ever so slowly pulling the still pulsing vibrator out of her, trying to ease her off her high slowly and guide her back down to earth.

I put the toys to the side as she caught her breath.

"Are you okay?" I asked carefully.

"Yeah," she gave me a contented smile. "I'm great."

"Do you need to stop? Or a break?"

She shook her head.

"Some water?"

"Yes, please."

I helped her sit up and handed her a water bottle.

"I'm good," she said after a few sips, smiling brilliantly at me. "I want to finish."

I nodded and returned to my place between her legs as she lay back.

I tweaked the plug still sitting cozily in her ass. "In or out?"

She flushed a deep red. She wasn't entirely comfortable with how much she enjoyed anal play.

"In," came the whispered response.

I grinned and began to shed my clothes. I smirked at Bella as my chest came into view, and her eyes were transfixed by it. I dropped my shirt on a chair and unbuttoned my pants. As I dropped them, my cock, hard and heavy, bounced against my stomach.

I heard a sudden intake of breath from Bella.

"Commando?" she asked, a bit feverishly.

"It seemed efficient." I grinned. "You wore nothing but lace under your little lab coat."

She shrugged in agreement.

"Miss Swan has opted to keep the plug in her sweet ass while I fuck her into oblivion," I said into the recorder, enjoying the flush that returned to Bella's face and chest as I spoke. "I have stripped and am going to fuck her now. While I pound her juicy pussy, I will taste her body and continue to speak to her to maintain her flush. And I expect she will continue to offer enthusiastic feedback.

"Better get comfortable, sweetheart." I grinned at her. "It's time for you to be properly fucked."

She gave me a small, sexy smile and stretched, arching her back and spreading her legs, offering me her wet center.

"Such a good girl; so needy with her legs spread."

I stepped back between those creamy thighs with my hand on my cock. I carefully rubbed just the head between her folds, enjoying her brief shiver as I passed over her clit. With my other hand, I twisted the plug in her ass.

"Ah!"

"I love the sounds you make," I ground out, trying to contain myself. Much as I wanted to slam inside of her right this instant, I wasn't quite done teasing her yet.

I slipped two fingers inside her little hole and gathered her wetness before I began to stroke myself slowly, spreading her juices on my cock as I pumped. She watched my hand, mesmerized, and gasped in surprise when my hand returned to her pussy for another greedy helping of her wetness. She gulped as I ran my hand over the head of my cock.

"Look at my cock, Miss Swan, see how he weeps for you? He wants to be buried as far inside you as he can get."

I gathered my precum with my thumb and held my hand out towards her mouth. I began to rub it on her plump lower lip, but she took control and sucked my thumb into her mouth. I let her suck my thumb for a moment, wishing it was my cock she was trying desperately to swallow, loving how she wrapped her tongue around it.

"Do you know how good you look with your pretty lips around something? Imagine how good you would look on your knees with my cock down your throat."

Good as it was, I put the thought aside. Another time.

She whimpered around my thumb.

I chuckled and pulled my hand back.

"Another time, sweetheart, my cock already has a job right now."

And with that, I slammed into her velvety heat.

She let out a cry as she was completely filled. I was a bit bigger than the vibrator that had so recently been fucking her.

"Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed. She was so tight, so wet. Her walls were clenching, groping, pulling me deeper inside.

I held still for a moment, letting her get used to my size. It took everything in me to keep from pounding her hard and fast right off the bat, especially watching the look of wild ecstasy on her face.

I gritted my teeth as I felt her muscles contract around me, squeezing even tighter.

"You can move," she whispered. "Please move. Please—fuck me, doctor."

"You asked for it, baby," I growled and began moving my hips, slamming into her with powerful thrusts.

I grabbed her thighs, lifting them over my shoulders so I could tug her half off the table, keeping her body close to mine as I bent over her.

I ducked down, effectively folding her in half, and took one of her nipples in my mouth.

"Oh, please, Edward," she moaned. "Use your—ah!—teeth! Please."

I obliged, nipping as I fucked her harder.

I moved away from her nipple, licking and sucking my way up her neck to a spot behind her ear. I swirled my tongue across her skin and sucked, hard.

She whimpered and groaned, twisting her head to give me better access and thrusting her hips against mine, urging me to go faster.

"You taste so good when I'm fucking you," I growled in her ear. "Damn, baby."

I gave one last hard suck and straightened so I could watch her breasts bounce with each thrust. Straightening also let me see the glorious view of my cock disappearing into her pussy.

"Look at you, taking my big cock like a pro. My perfect little slut, taking everything I give her. Do you know how good your wet kitty looks, swallowing my cock? I can tell your pussy likes it. Do you know how you're choking my cock, like you never want to be empty again, not even for me to be able to pound back into you? You just want me to stay inside you and pump you full of cum, don't you? Fuck, you're such a good girl. Maybe I should give you a reward. Do you want to come again, baby? You wanna come on my cock?"

Bella gasped and nodded. "Please!"

"Please what, baby? Tell me what to do, what my little girl wants."

I slipped my hand between us and circled her clit. I dropped my other hand to move the plug, thrusting it gently in time with my more intense thrusts into her pussy.

She began clenching me impossibly tighter. Her head was thrown back, and she was gasping, almost sobbing.

"More, please, more. Harder, faster."

I could only indulge her pleas. I reached blindly and found the forgotten bullet. I turned it on high and pressed it against the jewel on the plug as I rubbed her clit all the faster.

Bella screamed, her whole body pink and shaking.

"I'm gonna—ohh!—I'm gonna come," she moaned. "Don't stop." Her words were stumbling as she struggled to speak, and I couldn't have denied her if I wanted to.

Three more thrusts and I felt her walls clenching me as she screamed and slumped back onto the table.

I waited for her to come back to herself. Finally, she raised her head, gasping.

"T-take the plug out?" she stammered. "Too much … but don't stop."

I tugged the plug out and slipped her legs off my shoulders so I could wrap my arms under her thighs, lifting her off the table. I carried her to the wall and pressed her against it, wrapping her legs around my waist and grabbing her wrists to hold above her head before I resumed my thrusting.

I was so fucking close. Feeling her come around me had almost done me in, but I was determined to hold on.

I pounded her into the door as I licked and sucked her neck, loving the salty taste of her sweat, loving that I had made her body taste this way.

"Oh my god," she moaned as I pumped into her.

"I know, baby," I grunted into her ear. "You're such a good girl, taking everything I'm giving you. I'm gonna fill you with my cum. Is that what you want? Do you want my cum leaking out of you?"

I felt the gush of wetness and the way she clenched my cock at my words.

"You do, don't you?"

Another clench. I was so close now.

"I'm so close, baby. I'm gonna come in you and fill you up so it leaks out of your kitty. Keep clenching my cock like that and I'm gonna come."

"Keep talking like that, and I'm gonna come again," she wailed. "Ahh!"

"Anything, baby. Your pussy feels so good clamping around my cock. You're so wet and juicy, and your pussy is so tight and greedy. You're just eating my cock. You always want more, don't you? Such a good little girl. Good little slut. You want it all. You want to come again? One more time?"

"Yes!"

I released one of her hands from where I held them both against the door.

"Touch yourself, sweetheart, that's it. Come on, play with that little clit for me. Make yourself come while I fuck you against this door. I want you to scream."

She slid her hand between us and pushed her head back, her neck straining.

She was so close. I was so close. I sped up, the friction almost too much.

I felt her inner walls clamping down on my cock. I was about to come; I tried to hold on until she did.

"You gotta come, Miss Swan," I growled. "I can't hang on."

Her face was flushed, her eyes shining, her hand between us working feverishly, a finger encircling my cock every few out-thrusts.

"I'm coming!" she cried.

Her climax was too much. I couldn't hang on. I came with a shout, harder than I could remember coming in a long time, pumping into her twice as I filled her with my cum, painting her insides.

She crumpled onto me, clinging to my shoulders, as I collapsed against the wall, holding her to me.

A few moments passed before I was able to move. I straightened and, still inside her, I moved to a chair, holding Bella on my lap.

"Any final feedback?" I asked, a smile in my voice.

"Mmm … was amazing," came the murmured response before she mumbled, "fucked me good."

"Yeah, I did, didn't I," I grinned proudly.

"Cocky."

"Yeah, I am, and you love it." I chuckled, flexing my hips slightly, reminding her of where I was still inside her.

"We should get you cleaned up," I finally sighed.

She nodded sleepily but made no move to get up.

I chuckled and stood, placing her carefully back onto the table as I pulled out of her, both of us moaning slightly at the loss.

I brushed her hair out of her face.

"You okay?"

She nodded and smiled meekly.

"You know you're turned on by the weirdest things?"

"You taste different when you blush and when I fuck you, and now I have evidence." I waved my voice recorder at her as I turned it off. "I'm gonna write it up and make charts."

"Dork." She rolled her eyes, but smiled, until something passed over her face.

"You gave me a hickey!"

I grinned. "I like you marked."

"That's what this is for!" She waved her diamond-covered ring finger in my face. "Three days, Edward! The wedding is in three days!"

"And now, every fucker will see it on our honeymoon and know that not only are you mine, but I keep you very satisfied, too. And busy."

She glared at me. My grin widened.

I'd proved today the value of being an OBGYN with a home office. I could definitely find plenty more uses for that exam table.

Three days and she'd be mine forever. Mine for whatever other experiments either of us could devise. Maybe next time, I should find out whether she came harder from toys, my hands, her hands, or my cock. And what combination made her come the hardest.

… And what position.

Or … her sucking my cock, licking my cum … seeing her flushed skin …

Yeah, we were gonna have a great marriage.

And yes, she was absolutely going to be sporting a hickey for the wedding.