A/N This chapter is almost entirely smut, so if that isn't your jam, just scroll down and read the short section after the line break where Charlie makes a brief appearance.

Chapter 6

Bella

Sighing contentedly, I lazily skimmed a finger through the fine trail of bronze hair that disappeared beneath rumpled white sheets, "You know, if you had gotten your way, we wouldn't be doing this right now," I pointed out a bit smugly.

"Making love in the middle of the day like a couple of newlyweds?" Edward chuckled. He sounded lighter and more carefree than I'd heard him in ages. "I admit there are some perks to being temporarily empty-nested. Maybe we should have let her go to summer camp," he mused with a grin. Then, laughing in earnest, he joked "We could have said she had some premature aging disease and probably gotten some charity to pick up the bill."

"I do feel sort of guilty about that, but I think Renesmee preferred Grandpa Carlisle's science camps at home to the company of other children, anyway. Where else would she have learned to stitch perfect sutures into an orange or perform an appendectomy on a surgical practice doll?" I asked with an awestruck shake of my head.

"...And then assist Carlisle with a real appendectomy when Jacob got appendicitis last year and couldn't go to a hospital because only a surgeon with vampire speed would've been able to perform the surgery before the incision began to heal itself," Edward tacked onto my statement with proud papa grin.

Then, still grinning at the ceiling as we lay tangled up in bed, his fingers tracing lazy little swirls and figure-eights on the back of my arm as he held me, Edward added as an afterthought, "There's another perk to not getting my way that really can't be understated," he began.

"And what's that?" I murmured into his skin, placing a trail of soft kisses down his chest as the desire began to well up again in the pit of my belly.

"That–" Edward let out a groan when my hand dipped under the covers and wrapped around the impossibly hard pole that was tenting the sheets. "With—mmm– Renesmee gone," he answered in a strained voice. "The dog has no reason to stay…Fuck, that feels good," he moaned as I massaged his hard length with long, languid strokes, swirling my lubricated hand around his shaft just the way he liked.

Still feeling guilty about my losing my temper on the way home from our hunting trip, I told him,

"I want to make you feel good," as I slid my way down his body, worshipping his perfect physique as I went. Disappearing under the sheets, I settled myself between his legs, inches away from the marble-hard object of my desire.

I took my time, using my hands to tease and explore. Cupping his balls in my hand, I gave them a gentle tug as I ran the tip of my tongue along his length, eliciting a deep, prolonged moan.

In a low, husky voice, Edward growled, "What have I told you about hiding your face from me?" Then he whipped the sheet back over my head just in time to watch me descend on him, taking nearly all of him into my mouth.

The handy thing about my gift meant I could keep talking to him even when my mouth was otherwise occupied. And the handy thing about being a vampire meant not only did I not have to breathe, but my jaw never ached. Essentially, I was a blowjob-giving machine, and I loved it almost as much as he did. Though, in the beginning, it had taken a bit of convincing to even let me do this because Edward would rather die than degrade me. It wasn't until I told him that he was denying me the pleasure of reciprocation that he eventually relented.

You like that, baby? Feeling the back of my throat when I take all of you into my mouth? I silently purred as I took him deep.

"Fuuuck, yes," he answered my thoughts in a barely controlled voice. One of his hands was buried in my hair, though not exerting any pressure. His other hand was fisting our Egyptian cotton sheets.

I loved pleasuring him this way, feeling the power I wielded over him as I coaxed him closer and closer to release. Edward, like me, was such a naturally reserved person that he wasn't a particularly loud lover. So it gave me a real thrill when I got to hear him grunt and groan and whine (God, I loved it when he whined) under the ministrations of my hands and mouth.

His breath coming in ragged pants, Edward whined, "Bella. Love. Please. I need to–"

Open your eyes, I insisted as I withdrew until only the head remained in my mouth. He did, locking eyes with me as I swirled my tongue around him, paying special attention to the little ridge underneath.

"That is so fucking hot," he growled as he watched me work him over.

I chuckled a little around him. Good. Keep them open. I want you to cum, and I want you to watch me swallow every last drop, I ordered, and picked up my pace, sucking and stroking him in earnest now.

Edward kept his eyes locked on me until the moment he threw his head back and let out a visceral groan, emptying his release into the back of my throat. But even then, with his eyes screwed shut, I knew he could see me, in my thoughts, from my own point of few, taking him into my mouth and relishing the taste of him. The erotic mental stimulation, he once told me, made the physical sensations exponentially more pleasurable.

Edward was still recovering when I rose up to a kneeling position, grinning victoriously, I wiped the excess moisture from my lips and chin with the back of my hand.

"Am I forgiven?" I asked as his breathing finally returned to normal.

Golden eyes twinkling with adoration, he reached up and cupped his hand to the side of my face, reverently stroking the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone. "You already were. I told you that," he murmured softly. "Now you've got a credit for the next time I do something to provoke you into aggravated assault," he chuckled lightly.

"Besides," he purred, his other hand roaming over my soft curves until it rested on my hip, "I think I'm the one with more apologizing to do." And then he rolled us over in a blur of movement so that I was on my back and he was hovering over me.

"I wish you could hear what I'm thinking when we're together like this," Edward huskily rasped, his eyes raking hungrily over my body.

"You could tell me," I offered in a strained voice as he blew a cool stream of air over my nipple which instantly pebbled.

"I'm thinking that I love every inch of your body, especially how it feels like it was made specifically for me," Edward revealed, cupping his hand over my breast that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. I arched my back, wantonly pressing my body into his hands.

With his nose pressed to my skin, he trailed soft, lingering kisses in the valley between my breasts and down the soft line of muscle definition that bisected my abdomen. "And smelling myself on your skin makes me want to bury my face in you, devouring you until my last breath," he told me as settled himself between my legs. His cool breath washing over my core made me throb with a need that was almost painful.

"Edward," I whimpered, my voice an unspoken plea, but Edward's only response was to trail the tip of his finger up and down my cleft, spreading my slippery arousal around the pulsing bundle of nerves near the top.

"Please," I finally begged, an edge of frustration seeping into my tone.

A deep hum sounded out from low in his throat. He sounded amused. "And now I'm thinking how much it turns me on when you beg," he told me just before he clamped his lips around my sensitive nerve endings.

A guttural groan tore out of me as he sucked and licked me into an absolute frenzy. He had to hold my wrists down at my sides so that I didn't destroy yet another headboard, and the gentle restraint only made me more turned on.

As I got closer and closer to ecstasy with every pass of his practiced tongue, some little spring inside of me coiled tighter and tighter. I was so close to cumming that Edward didn't dare move his mouth, so instead, he let me know what he was thinking by moaning enthusiastically. The vibrations produced by the deep, bassy sound were enough to send me tumbling over the edge of my orgasm with a rapturous sob of relief.

But Edward was nowhere near done with me. He effortlessly scooped me up off the bed and arranged me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist as he kneeled beneath me, his impressive erection nudging at my entrance. With the last spasms of pleasure from my orgasm still surging through my body, Edward lowered me down onto his erection while simultaneously rocking upward with his hips.

My head fell back as I groaned at the sudden feeling of fullness. Edward took advantage of my exposed throat and pressed his lips to the small silvery crescent-shaped scar over my jugular. With his arms wrapped securely around my torso, he lifted me up several inches, and then, once again, with perfectly timed movements, he lowered me back down while he thrust up into me. This left me feeling like I was being penetrated so deeply I could practically taste him.

Edward fucked me tirelessly like that until we were both shuddering with orgasm, almost out of our minds with pleasure. I don't know if I pushed Edward down onto his back or if he pulled me down onto his front, but either way, we ended up a breathless, tangled-up heap of limbs and linens.


Just then my cell phone started to vibrate on the bedside table. The lit-up dial informed that the caller was calling from an unknown number. I answered it on the first ring in case it was Renesmee.

"Hello?" I answered breathlessly into the phone.

"Hey there, Bells," my father's voice greeted me on the other end. I let out the breath I'd been holding. "Dad, hi," I said, sounding more curt than I'd intended. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to him…but I was naked and still coming down from a soul-shattering orgasm, sooo…I didn't want to talk to him.

"So how come I had to find out from Billy that my granddaughter ran off to Brazil," he asked in a tone that was half judgemental and half amused.

Covering the mouthpiece with my hand, I groaned out loud before telling him, "She's with a family friend, Dad. And she'll be back in a few days. It's really no big deal."

"She's seven," he clucked disapprovingly.

I sighed. "Dad, now isn't really the best time…"

"Alright, alright. Is Edward around?" Charlie asked then.

My brows puckered with bewilderment. I answered, "Um, yeah. Why? Do you want to talk to him?" I asked without bothering to hide my surprise. This was certainly a first.

"Just for a minute," he confirmed.

I held the phone out to Edward who took it with an equally curious expression. "This is Edward," he stated into the phone in his smooth, velvety voice.

"Edward, it's your father-in-law. I was just at the liquor store picking up a six-pack when I was reminded of you. Got me wondering…are you a bourbon man?" Charlie cackled in earnest. "Or more of a single-malt scotch?"

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