*A/N* Thank you, thank you, thank you to those of you who voted for me in the Twifanfictionrecs Top Ten contest! She's My Blackberry Pie made #5 and I won an amazing banner for my fic! Squee! So to show my thanks to all of you, here is a 4,000+ word lemon. Happy reading! 😉

*BPOV*

"So, I gather hunting parties aren't usually that, er, short?" My question was punctuated with a gasp at the feeling of Edward's lips feverishly touring down the sensitive skin of my throat.

Edward barked out a laugh. "No. That was definitely a first," he chuckled, rolling onto his side and propping his head up on his hand. His other hand idly twirled a lock of my hair between his fingers.

We were lying on the floor of the spacious tent Edward had unfurled from his rucksack and pitched seconds before a sudden winter storm hit, blown in by gusty westerly winds, pelting the area with an icy rain.

The last time I was in a tent with Edward on a mountain during a winter storm, the circumstances had been quite different.

First of all, I'd been a human icicle huddled in a sleeping bag, barely able to form words through the violent chattering of my teeth. In an effort to shield me from his icy skin, Edward had stayed as far away from me as the thin tent walls would allow.

And secondly, there was the small detail of hiding out from an army of newborn vampires intent on destroying me. And the most notable difference was the absence of a troublesome teen werewolf that wouldn't be named.

Edward seemed to be thinking along the same lines. "This is how our first camping trip should have gone," he muttered through one side of a half-smile.

"Ugh. Not one of my finer moments," I grimaced thinking back to all the damage I caused on that mountain. "There are so many things I wish I could go back and do differently," I sighed wistfully.

Edward shrugged. "In hindsight, I'm not so sure I would change anything knowing how it all turned out," he mused. I raised my eyebrows in mild surprise. How many times had he told me that he wished he'd never left?

"I mean think about it, if one little thing had gone differently, maybe Harry Clearwater would still be alive. Where would Charlie be right now if Harry was still alive?"

I frowned contemplatively. The pain of Edward leaving me may have healed, but it left a terrible scar on both of us. It was difficult to reconcile that that traumatic event had paid for Charlie's happiness. And if that were indeed true, how could I possibly regret it?

And what kind of person did it make me that, in a way, I was thankful that a man had died, too young, so that my father could find his own happiness in the arms of Harry's bereaved widow and children?

Edward continued his speculations. "Where would we be if we'd never gone to Italy? If I'd never promised to change you? Would you have married me if we hadn't been tested like that? I'm not so sure you would have.

"In fact, you probably would have gotten so sexually frustrated and fed up with being continually rejected by me that you might've gone out and kissed another guy anyway just to make me jealous."

My jaw unhinged in shock and horror. "I would never," I protested indignantly, deeply offended.

Edward smiled just a little. "Maybe you don't remember how impulsive and...imaginative you could be when your needs went unmet, but I remember quite well," he said with a slight edge to his voice.

Rage showers. Panties left on the windowsill. Laying naked on the beach for him to find me. A hysterical crying jag. And that one time, more out of petty anger than any desire to seduce him, I'd ambushed him at a crowded restaurant wearing very little.

It had seemed so long ago that Edward's and my physical relationship had left me so wanting. So desperate. And, oftentimes, so irrational.

I had to admit that I couldn't say for certain that I wouldn't have been driven to such extremes if a year later we were still doing the same old chaste song and dance.

"Would it have worked?" I asked curiously.

"Would you kissing someone else make me jealous? Are you joking?" Edward looked at me with incredulity written all over his fine, straight features.

"I meant would my kissing someone else have convinced you to do more with me?"

"I-" Edward momentarily faltered for words. "I'm not sure. Maybe...if I thought I was going to lose you over it. But I was so convinced that I'd kill you...I almost did kill you," he glowered.

I rolled my eyes. "Dramatic much?" He ignored that.

"Knowing what a dolt I could be, I probably would have suggested some kind of an open relationship arrangement if I thought it would meet your needs without you getting hurt.

"It would have killed me to share you with someone else. It did kill me to share you with someone else," he amended, his pained eyes glancing away. "But I don't think you realize how much I was haunted by the idea of hurting you. And then when I actually did..." he blanched.

"Open relationship?" I gaped at him. "So you would've assumed that if it couldn't be you, that having sex with just any other guy would appease me? You would have let someone else take my virginity?" My voice shot through two octaves and my eyebrows flew up to my hairline.

Edward flinched. "Are we really going to argue about something I didn't actually do?"

"Well, I guess that depends," I hedged.

"On?" he asked warily.

"On if you want makeup sex or just regular sex."

At first, my flirtatiousness appeared to delight him, but then he seemed to consider my words.

"Just regular sex?" Edward mouthed with a profoundly wounded expression. He clutched his hand to his chest as if he'd been shot in the heart.

"You know what I mean!" I giggled, grabbing hold of his shirt and kissing him, taking care not to shred the fabric, per Alice's lecture.

"I really don't," he hungrily kissed me back. "I can't read your mind," he said brattily, his butterscotch eyes smoldering.

In between soft, apologetic kisses I clarified, "I meant 'just regular' spine-tingling, toe-curling, bed-breaking, tree-felling, multi-orgasmic, frenzy-causing sex."

"Oh. That kind. Well, I guess that's alright then," he smirked with a playful gleam in his eyes.

Edward's arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me on top of him to straddle his hips.

"Well, as I recall," Edward laid his palms flat on my jean-clad thighs, sliding them slowly up my legs and curving around my hips, "I already owe you some makeup sex from earlier, but Alice stole you away from me," he said with the cutest little pout, his thick brows knit together.

Was it really earlier today that I had been so angry with him? It seemed like ages ago.

"Oh, that," I said dismissively. "That was nothing. Just me being stupid."

Edward made a disapproving face. "Your feelings are never stupid, Bella," he chided. "You felt strongly enough to walk out on me. That probably merits a conversation, don't you think?"

"But we already had a conversation," I whined a bit petulantly.

Edward chuckled. "I apologized, you accepted, and Emmett accused me of watching Dr. Phil, but it wasn't really a conversation."

I sighed. "And you're not going to make love to me until we do, huh?" It was my turn to pout.

Edward smiled and reached up to cup his hand around the side of my face, grazing his thumb over my jutted-out lower lip. "Something like that."

"I just want to understand why you're so uncomfortable with sex being so much as implied around Carlisle and Esme when they are the ones that volunteered their island for our honeymoon and the guest house for us to live in New Hampshire.

"They are clearly, for lack of a better word, encouraging. Besides, what's to be ashamed of? We're married, consenting adults. Well...you are, at least," he grinned.

"You're not consenting?"

"I meant I'm not technically an adult," he laughed.

"Oh... It's just...It's hard enough to talk to you about sex when we're not actually having it," I laughed nervously.

"...Talking to your parents about it or even around them...ack, I don't know. I mean, how would you feel if I made comments about our sex life in front of Charlie," I countered.

Edward frowned. "That's a little different. Charlie barely tolerates me. He didn't even want me to share a bed with you after we were married. The idea of me defiling his little girl would have him reaching for his shotgun so he could use me for target practice."

"You have to admit, it would be kinda funny to see his face when the bullets bounced off you," I joked, playfully poking his rock-hard abs through his t-shirt with finger guns.

"Not if you knew where he'd be aiming," Edward grimaced and clenched his thighs together beneath me.

Edward's face turned serious again. "Can we back up to the part where you said it was hard for you to talk to me about sex?" he asked in a gentle voice. "If that's true, then Carlisle and Esme are beside the point."

I sighed. "I didn't mean it quite like that. Just that...there's nobody that I'm more comfortable talking to than you. But even with you, it's still uncomfortable.

"It doesn't help that every freaking word for the reproductive anatomy is just gross," I wrinkled my nose and threw my hands up in the air in frustration, working myself up into a full-on tangent.

"And the non-clinical words that people use are almost worse! They're vulgar and just...not me," I finished in a near whisper, shrinking into myself a little.

"And since I don't want to sound like a complete imbecile saying something like 'I love how your mouth feels on my whatchamacallit,' I'd just as soon not say anything at all."

Edward appeared thoughtful and nodded his head. "I can understand that. It's true there aren't many eloquent alternatives." He paused in thought for a moment and then continued.

"Did you know that vagina means vagina in English, Spanish, French, Italian, German, and Portuguese? But in Russian, it's vlagalishche," he grinned in contrast to the harsh sounding accent he spoke with. His razor-sharp teeth glinted in the dim moonlight that penetrated the thin tent fabric.

I blinked at him. "I think I'll stick to whatchamacallit."

Edward threw his head back in deep, full-throated paroxysms of laughter, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. It made me want to lean down and kiss him there, so I did, with soft, lingering lips.

His laughter cut off abruptly, replaced by something between a purr and a moan. His hands, which had been resting on my hips, slid behind me to softly knead the rounded curve of my bottom.

Planting a row of kisses along the strong line of his broad, square jaw, once I made it to his ear, in a husky voice I whispered, "I don't want to talk anymore when there are so many better things we can be doing with our mouths."

A lusty-sounding growl rumbled from Edward's chest. "Yes, ma'am. But you're going to need to point me in the direction of your whatchamacallit," he teased, earning a nip on the earlobe.

Wrapping his arms around me in a protective cage, he fluidly rolled us over so that he was on top.

"You let me know when I'm getting close," he grinned wickedly, assailing my throat and collarbone with soft, feathery kisses.

When the long, slender fingers of Edward's graceful hands were splayed, they spanned from my ribcage to my hips and made me feel entirely enveloped by him. I felt his fingers grasping the fabric of my long-sleeved henley.

Kneeling astride my thighs, and with torturously unhurried movements, Edward slid his hands up my sides, exposing more and more of my body as he glided the shirt over my skin moving as slowly as cold molasses.

Arching my back, I raised my arms over my head to aid in the removal, elongating my already long torso and wantonly jutting my breasts out towards his spellbound face, only inches away.

With the shirt removed and tossed aside, Edward murmured, "It's ok if you can't always find the right words. Your body speaks to me loud and clear, even if your mind doesn't."

He then placed a gentle kiss just above the tiny pink bow where the cups of my bralette met in the center. And with the tip of his nose, inhaling deeply, Edward drew a line up the center of my chest, between my breasts up to the hollow of my throat.

All the while, his fingers back at my sides dragged the bralette over my head in the same measured fashion as he'd removed my shirt.

He then turned his face to the side to rest his cheek against my shoulder, pressing his lips against the scar at my throat.

Feeling his breath wash over my skin, I gasped at the sensation of his feather-light touch circling around the stiffened peak of my nipple without actually touching it

"What's it saying now?" I rasped, my chest straining towards his touch as he chuckled darkly in my ear.

"Right now it can't decide what it wants more: to be teased or to be touched," he asserted, circling the other nipple as I whimpered with need.

"I guess that makes you fluent in eight languages," I giggled breathlessly. He hummed in agreement, replacing his finger with his tongue.

My eyes squeezed shut and my jaw dropped open at the feeling of his mouth closing around the hardened bud. I sighed rapturously at the suckling of his lips and the rhythmic movements of his tongue. My fingers tangled into his tousled bronze locks, holding him there.

"Am I getting warmer? Is this where you like my mouth so much?" I felt him smile against the soft curve of my breast.

All I could do was whimper. It felt so good. Better than good. And he was only getting started.

Expertly translating my sounds, he thought out loud, "Hmm, close but not quite." So he switched to the other breast and repeated the exquisite torment on the other nipple, while one palm traveled down my quivering stomach until it reached the button of my jeans.

Desperate to feel more of him, I reached down behind his back, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, and tried to tug it over his head. Edward's mouth detached from my breast with an audible pop.

With blazing eyes and a sinful smile, Edward crossed his arms in front of himself, grabbing the t-shirt by the hem, and sinuously pulled the fabric over his head, revealing his washboard abs, his powerful chest, and his broad shoulders. He then pulled it over his head, mussing his hair in the sexiest possible way.

He was too beautiful. Like an angel chiseled out of marble. As my eyes raked over him, it was impossible not to notice the second impressive tent he'd pitched tonight, proving that while he may be an angel, he was also very much a man.

*EPOV*

Was there anything more seductive than Bella looking at me with come-hither eyes and her plump pink lower lip pulled between her teeth?

I repositioned myself by nudging first one of my knees between her thighs and then the other. Reaching behind me, I hooked my hands around her knees and raised them so that her legs extended straight up in the air, with her bare heels resting against my shoulders.

Cupping my hands around the outsides of her ankles, I smoothed my hands down every inch of her shapely legs, around the feminine curve of her hips until my fingers hooked into the waistband of her skintight jeans and the cotton panties underneath.

In stark contrast to every other slow, controlled movement I'd made thus far, I whipped her jeans and panties off in one smooth, lightning-fast motion, leaving her completely bare before me. Bella gasped at the sudden exposure.

I took in the sight of her, eyes hooded and lips parted. Her breathing was ragged and uneven and the rosy pink skin of her nipples was puckered with her obvious arousal.

Most obvious of all was the mouthwatering scent of her heat emanating from between her thighs.

It exacerbated a different kind of thirst within me than the perpetual burn in the back of my throat, but this other thirst was every bit as inexorable.

I looked down the pale, slender lengths of her legs as if I was looking down the double-barrel of a shotgun, honing in on my target. And I was an excellent marksman.

I lowered myself down onto my front, bending Bella's knees over my shoulders, and coming within inches of her soft folds, glistening with her arousal. For a long, drawn-out moment, the only thing I let her feel was the weight of my eyes and the chill of my breath on her heated skin.

Bella let out a squeal of frustration at the lack of contact. "Oh, please. Warmer. Hot. You're so fucking hot!" she pleaded, thrusting her hips up at me.

The dirty word out of her sweet mouth made my erection grow impossibly harder, straining uncomfortably at the fly of my trousers, but I ignored it for now. I had a very impatient goddess to please.

I dragged a finger down the center of her, coating my finger in her wetness before trailing my digit up and around her swollen bundle of nerves, eliciting a long, deep groan.

Chuckling, I told her "You're pretty fucking hot, yourself," my voice rough with barely restrained desire.

Making unbroken eye contact with the wide-eyed love of my existence, I sucked my slickened finger into my mouth, sampling her sweetness with a satisfied moan just before frictionlessly sliding it all the way into her tight, wet core.

"Oh," she sucked in a breath at the sudden invasion but was soon keening at the stroking of my finger along the slightly rougher patch of silk along her upper internal wall.

Adding a second finger, I lowered my mouth to her soft, slick flesh, tracing the dewy petals of her exotic flower, writing love letters to her with the tip of my tongue.

"Ahhh!" Bella caterwauled in pure ecstasy as my lips closed around the glistening pink pearl peeking out from within. I moaned with my own deep satisfaction into her flesh, the vibrations making her shudder with pleasure.

"By golly, I think I found it!" I teased, resuming the relentless flicking of my tongue over her and pumping my fingers into her wet heat.

Too absorbed in her own imminent release, Bella could only wail and grind her hips onto my hand and face in search of deeper penetration.

Come for me, my sweet sexy girl. Let go, I mentally urged, my lips otherwise occupied. Mhmm, right there, I thought in anticipation, feeling her insides tighten around my fingers.

"Edward!" she screamed in a high, tight voice. With a quaking sob and her fingers wound tightly in my hair, Bella threw her head back and rode out her climax as I lapped up every drop of her sweet nectar. My pumping fingers slowed to match the pace of her rolling hips, coaxing out every last spasm of pleasure.

With one last parting kiss to her mound, I rose to my knees, detangling myself from her legs. I looked down at her laying in a boneless heap on the floor, eyes closed, panting and heaving as she came down from her high.

When her eyelids finally fluttered open, she was greeted with my cocky, satisfied grin.

"How was that?" I smirked.

"Why don't you lose the pants and I'll show you how good it was," Bella demanded.

By the time I could say "Pants? What pants?" my belt and what remained of my clothes were tossed into a corner along with the rest of our discarded clothing. Perhaps a little too eagerly, I dove into the empty space next to her, like a baseball player stealing home.

Giggling at my enthusiasm, Bella placed her petite hand under my broad jaw and tugged me closer for a kiss which I happily obliged. I knew she could taste herself on me, and I moaned into the softness of her lips when she deepened the kiss, opening her mouth to me.

After several moments of losing ourselves in a passionate embrace of lips, tongue, and breath, Bella was the first to pull away.

I rolled onto my back, causing my rock-hard erection, curved slightly upward, to slap obscenely against my navel. I was about to make a joke about my "whatchamacallit" being somewhat easier to find, but the words were choked off in my throat the second Bella's hand wrapped firmly around my length.

I could tell Bella was being watchful of her grip strength, as she used just the right amount of pressure as I'd demonstrated to her the time before. And then my moan turned into a deep, protracted groan as she leaned over my right thigh to then take the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth.

Wasting no time, she lowered her mouth over me, taking nearly all of me in her mouth, using her venom to lubricate. Pulling back a little ways, she used her petite hand to spread the moisture around, her fingers not quite reaching all the way around the base.

She then pumped my shaft with a rhythmic twisting motion while her mouth did wondrous things to the top half of my erection.

While one of my hands fisted into the reinforced fabric floor of the tent, the other tangled into her hair, not applying any pressure at all, just feeling the ebb and flow of Bella's mouth as she earnestly bobbed over me.

It was one of my favorite new things about making "posthumous" love to Bella. I'd never before let my hands anywhere near her face or head when we were intimate.

I could imagine it all too clearly, feeling her body go slack in my arms and pulling my hand away only to realize with abject horror that I'd crushed her skull in a split second of carelessness.

It was the waking nightmare that flashed before my eyes every time she tried to push my physical boundaries. The 10% chance, the string in Alice's ball of futures, the future I'd seen with my own mind's eye. I'd bet against it when I'd agreed to consummate our marriage while Bella was still human.

It was one thing to merely fear something might happen, but it was entirely another to see it played out in my sister's head. To see the destroyed look on my own face with the realization that I'd taken my own life as well as hers because there was no life without Bella.

The bone-deep fear was the only thing that gave me the endurance to keep refusing her, time and time again, despite my own all-consuming desires.

If I thought resisting the wine was hard, resisting the forbidden fruit took self-discipline I'd only managed to acquire from eighty-some-odd years of denying myself.

All the times Bella had done this before had been pleasurable, unbelievably so, but nothing compared to this.

Being able to touch her freely without the paralyzing fear of killing the very reason for my existence allowed me to be able to fully experience and appreciate every languid stroke and lick in a way that I never had before.

And just like every other man who was fortunate enough to experience this divine carnal pleasure, I was reduced to unintelligible groaning, moaning, and finally pleading when Bella kept me right on the edge for an immeasurable amount of time.

"Bella love, please. It's too good, I can't…"

She chuckled around the angry purple head of my erection, the vibrations deep in her throat made my jaw drop open in silent rapture.

And then one hand dropped below to massage my balls as she sucked even harder, doubling the speed of the fist that was stroking me into oblivion.

A short, loud grunt filled the small space, my own, as my hips involuntarily pumped once, spurting my release into the back of Bella's hungrily gulping throat.

The waves of pleasure coursed through me like electricity, the voltage increasing with every successive pass of her hand and mouth.

Rising to her knees from where she was bent over me, she wiped our combined fluids from her mouth with the back of her arm.

"How was that?" Bella grinned every bit as cockily as I had when she was lying here in my place, completely decimated by the power of her orgasm.

"You're right. That was definitely better than talking," I panted from flat on my back. My entire body—well, almost my entire body—had gone momentarily limp from the aftermath of such an explosive climax.

Bella's hand was still wrapped around me. She gave me a little squeeze that made another spasm of pleasure rock through me.

"Again?" she licked her lips, ready to devour me again.

Taking her free hand, I tugged her down into my arms, kissing her with all the passion I could muster.

"Mmm," I moaned, with a mixture of contentment and renewed desire into the top of her head, kissing her messy hair.

"I love you. Need to feel you. Right now," I rasped, barely coherent enough to form complete sentences.

*BPOV*

I might have been the one on my knees, but I never felt more powerful than when I reduced Edward to a convulsing mass of incoherence beneath me.

"I love you. Need to feel you. Right now," he'd said in a voice gravelly with desire. I shot him a sultry smile. He didn't need to ask me twice.

Rising gracefully to my feet, I stood over him, straddling his hips.

"Sit up," I ordered in a voice hardened with my own need. He did as I asked at once, propping himself up on his hands placed flat on the floor just behind him.

The look on his face was enraptured as I gazed down upon him, a section of my hair falling in long, loose waves in front of my left breast.

Leaving both of my feet planted on either side of his narrow hips, I lithely sank down onto his lap, steadily impaling myself onto his rigid manhood until I felt the coarse bronze hairs covering his groin tickle the sensitive skin of my mound.

Two low groans rang out simultaneously as we were joined completely. Neither of us moved as I adjusted to his size.

My arms wrapped around his neck while Edward's arms wrapped around me, cradling me while his knees bent slightly behind my back to support me from behind. This position put us chest to chest and nose to nose, at least until I started raising myself up on his thick length.

The supportive arm around my hips helped raise me up, though I didn't need his help, as my legs didn't fatigue.

I sank down on him over and over again, immersing myself in him, mind, body, and soul—yes, soul.

The light topaz of his eyes shined with such love and lust and desire—a reflection of what he must've seen in my ruby red gaze. I'd never felt so open and vulnerable, so completely naked to his eyes.

I just wanted to love him, to spend the rest of my days loving him with every supernaturally powerful fiber of my being. And I wanted Edward to give me all of himself and for me to give it all back in return.

As I rode him, I could feel the strings start to tighten low in my belly. Edward began thrusting up into me with a new urgency.

The way our bodies slid together, like tectonic plates in a seismic event, the raw power of the resulting eruption likely registered on the Richter scale, with both of us climaxing together in a hail of visceral grunts and groans.

"Bella!" Edward shouted, his face a mask of shock. I froze, not immediately understanding what could have caused him to make that face.

"Did you...say something just now?"

I stared at him in confusion. "Did I say something? No. Nothing intelligible. Why?"

Edward was looking at me like a person he didn't entirely recognize. "What were you thinking?"

*A/N* Leave it to "Die for the Dick" Bella to discover her power while riding Edward like Seabiscuit in the Triple Crown. 😂

I had so much fun with this chapter (and so did my husband, let me tell you 🙋🔥)

I really loved getting to give them their little tent do-over. See how much better it turned out without the stupid mutt there to spoil everything?!

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