Author's Note: There's a little bit of the last chapter that I want to get Edward's side of, so we'll back track a little and then let him take back over the story.


EPOV

I started us a warm bath while Bella enjoyed her snack, wanting to love and spoil her as much as she would allow me to. She wouldn't be happy with jewelry, cars, and expensive things like other women, but baths, romantic evenings together and attention, I would gladly lavish her with until the end of time. I didn't want her to feel nervous when she came upstairs, so I situated myself in the tub, relaxing and allowing her to take her time and come to me at her pace so as not to rush the evening.

Her soft footfalls on the staircase, along with the steady beat of her heart, let me know that she was approaching carefully, trying to not fall on the stairs. She paused when she reached my room and took a deep breath, likely enjoying the faint scent of the candles placed around the room for her, or perhaps preparing herself to join me. Her heart sped up slightly as she approached the bathroom.

Then, she came to stand in front of me, her deep brown eyes shining with love that took my breath away. Her face lit up with a smile that could warm even the deadest of hearts and she carefully removed her clothing. I was nearly speechless.

"Beautiful." I whispered, reaching to help her join me in the bath, needing to have her in my arms.

Her beauty overwhelmed me, as did her scent. The burn in my throat that wanted to drink her blood was there, but it was paled in comparison by my need to admire her. She was soft and curvy, delicate, yet strong in her own way. She was perfectly proportioned, and I couldn't stop admiring her.

I swore my heart raced in my chest as she carefully lowered herself down to sit on my lap, the warmth of her body and her love radiating around us, making my body practically hum with contentment.

She relaxed and leaned into me as I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I loved how she reacted when I massaged her, her heart beating quickly, the blood pulsing in her veins, the first scents of her arousal starting to reach me and her soft, almost inaudible noises of pleasure.

Her trust in me was unwavering, even as her neck was a mere inch from my teeth. My love knew that I would never hurt her. Doing so would be like hurting myself. Loving her was as natural as breathing, as existing. I told her of my love and desire, although words were never enough.

One of her soft hands slid under the water, delicately touching me in my most intimate place, and then wrapped around me. I gasped involuntarily. My body ached for her and the contact of her hand in such a sensitive place was beyond my wildest dreams, no matter that it wasn't our first touch anymore. It would always overwhelm me, and she would always hold this power over me, my mate.

"We don't have to do anything you don't feel like tonight, love." Although I said the words, and I meant them, I sincerely hoped that she wouldn't want to stop. I needed her more than I needed anything, even blood.

"I know. Relax." She adjusted her hand so that she was touching more of me as she massaged my swollen erection. I closed my eyes and leaned back, savoring every slight touch of her hand and the unfamiliar sensations of pleasure coursing through my body. This was such a new experience; one I had definitely lived too long without.

As amazing as this felt, I needed more, to touch her and to feel her and to share this pleasure. My hands slowly caressed her delicate hips and then to her waist, around to her stomach and up to her lovely breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly at my touch and I massaged them for a movement before sliding my hand back down to the soft V between her thighs.

I quickly found the place that would drive her wild, learning her body just as well as my own. I rubbed the small bud of her clit between my fingers and she moaned loudly, encouraging me. My orgasm was approaching much too quickly, and I didn't want to be crass and get it all over her. She deserved so much better.

"I don't think you want a huge mess in the bathwater. Let's finish our bath then and I promise to show you just how much I love you several times tonight if you like." That was a promise that we would definitely be keeping.

She understood my meaning, though she was quietly lost in the sensations with me. I washed her hair, one of my earliest fantasies of her coming true. She trusted me so completely. I felt the goosebumps raise on the back of her neck and the tops of her arms at my touch, and treasured each one. Her scent was incredible, especially concentrated like this and mingled with her arousal.

Our bath water started turning cold and I helped her up, offering a warm towel.

"I could get spoiled on this."

I wanted to add 'You have no idea.' 'We could stay in the tub all night.' 'I never want you to wear clothes again.' But settled for "Good, me too." as I shamelessly admired her nearly naked body and her damp hair cascading down her back.

I tried to snap out of it, at least long enough to let her dry off, but the scent of her arousal hit me strongly when attempting to towel dry my own hair.

"I'm just going to mess that up for you in a minute anyhow." she said with smoldering eyes and a smirk that made me harden impossibly, needing her.

"Why wait?" I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to bed, sitting her on the side of it as I reminded myself to be careful with my human.

"Am I not allowed to walk anywhere?"

"No, I want to hold you." And never let you go.

She smiled softly and reached for my towel, replacing it in an instant with her hand. I closed my eyes again, relaxing into her touch as she loved me, enjoying the softness of her hands, the warmth of her, the gentleness of each motion. She wasn't afraid or nervous in the slightest.

She adjusted herself a little, I thought to get more comfortable, but suddenly she placed a soft kiss on the head of my cock and then slid me into her mouth almost all the way. "Fuck." I whispered, surprised, loved and completely overwhelmed.

That she was willingly doing this for me, unprompted, unasked, it nearly brought me to my knees. "Sorry." I added, feeling a slight remorse for cursing in front of her.

Bella removed herself just long enough to answer, "No you're not." in a confident, sultry tone that drove me wild. She was right. I wasn't really that sorry. I could never be sorry for this.

She took more of me her mouth and the moans coming from me were unstoppable. It was hard to not grab her hair and hold her to me, but I had to be careful not to hurt her. I simply clenched my fists, closed my eyes, and lost myself in the feelings.

The feeling of her tongue on me was pleasure beyond my wildest fantasy. I had never imagined being able to enjoy this with her. Of course, I had seen plenty of movies and heard memories in the minds of others, but nothing had prepared me for this act of love, selflessness, of totally giving herself over to my pleasure and mine alone. She wanted to do this for me. She loved me.

She used her hand to touch parts of me she couldn't reach with her mouth and loved me so completely. "Bella…" I whispered, touching her hair carefully but deciding better of it. I felt my climax approaching and didn't want her to have to deal with it in her mouth.

"You better stop before…" I couldn't finish my sentence. It's as if she knew what I was trying to say. Her hand was gone, and she took me in her fully, my body reacting before my mind could even form a thought.

"Fuck!" My climax consumed my mind and all of the tension in my body, it shot out of me, taking any stress or worry along with it. She wasn't bothered like I thought she would be. Always surprising me.

She moved away from me slightly and relaxed on the bed. I collapsed beside her, needing to hold her in my arms. Words were impossible. They didn't matter. All that mattered was her. Us. It took several minutes for me to return to my senses and kiss her hair, the only way I was capable of thanking her in that second.

"I love you." I whispered to her, afraid to talk loudly and disturb our peaceful bliss.

"I love you too. Are you alright?"

"Am I alright?" How could she possibly think that I wasn't? "Alright doesn't even begin to cover it."

"I wasn't sure if you would want-"

"I always want you, silly girl. In any way you want to have me. I told you that last night." We were quiet for a minute again. "I love you so much. I never believed that my mate was out there, that I could possibly deserve anyone, and then you come along, and you love me so unconditionally. You want to be with me in all of the ways I want you. You have never once been afraid of who or what I am. To be so intimate with you, I can't put it into words. That felt amazing, but not just that, your confidence, your love, that you would want to do that for me. I'm simply overwhelmed. I guess in this sense I really am a teenager again. This is all so new to me."

"Me too. Did I do alright?"

"Oh my God. You think you still have to ask that? You made me speechless for several minutes." No one had ever done that before.

Her mischievous grin told me that she was teasing me. Reality was starting to come back to me. We were so, incredibly happy. I kissed her and loved her, wanting to return the favor as much as possible.

"God…I'm beyond ready." she said. My erection brushed against her, eagerly hearing the meaning of those particular words. I needed to ask one more time, to be sure she was alright. "And if you ask if I'm sure one more time I'm going to take matters into my own hands." As much as I would have loved to see that my body had other needs for her tonight.

"As you wish." We kissed passionately as I tried to show her my love in a way that words just couldn't do. She was wet and ready for me as I slid myself inside of her, my body trembling with the sensations just like our first time.

She moaned and thrusted against me, keeping our pace steady. I could feel her body tensing, but her face was concerned, rather than relaxed. "Just let go, love. I'm nowhere near done with you yet." I growled quietly in her ear in a way she liked, and she came hard around me, letting herself enjoy the feeling.

Needing to see her, to hold her closer to me, I rolled us over so that she was on top, so, so grateful for my perfect vampire memory. I would never forget the beauty of her like this, taking me inside of her, her breasts bouncing a little with each thrust. My hands roamed her body and when I found her clit again, I was treated to her soft whisper of "Fuck." I would have laughed had I not been so otherwise indisposed with our lovemaking and what it was doing to me.

She came hard around me again, the force of her pleasure triggering mine as I released inside of her, floating as if I were having an out of body experience, my very being tangling into a love knot with hers.

"Don't move."

"I won't. I could stay like this forever." I couldn't wait for her change, no matter how much part of me would always try to fight it, so I could spend whole nights making love to her.

"Me too."

We were both working to catch our breath, smiling, and holding each other. "You are so amazing."

"I made you curse."

"I made you curse." I laughed. And I intended to do it again, and again, and again.

"I'm not apologizing."

"Me neither." We were past that point now.

"You already did."

"And you insisted that I didn't mean it. I love you so much my Bella, my mate, my life." I kissed her and dazzled her, as she called it, until she fell asleep in my arms with a smile still on her face.

I didn't take my hands off of her the entire night, except to cover us with the blankets so she wouldn't get cold. I spent the whole night reflecting, remembering the evening, treasuring her soft breaths and her quiet heartbeat as she slept. We had come such a long way in such a short time.

If I would have had any idea this bliss was possible for me, leaving her would have been so much harder. I'm not sure that I could have gone. There was no longer a single doubt in my mind that I was hers forever.

She could ask me for anything, and I would make it happen. She could hand me the matches to light myself on fire, and I would do it with a smile if it would make her happy. She trusted me, despite my ability to harm her, and I trusted her, knowing that she would never even think of hurting me.

All of the teasing my brothers had put us through took on a new meaning. They were perverts, thinking about sex near constantly, but they teased us because they were happy for us. Their teasing was their way of showing understanding, and joy that we could finally share these experiences together. It was them knowing what their own experiences did for them and how much it would mean to me.

My family's inappropriate thoughts over the years that they tried to hide from me made more sense as well. 'Maybe if he got laid really good, he wouldn't have such a stick up his ass.' 'All he needs is one good dick sucking.' 'Poor dear. I really wish he had the comfort of a mate.' At least Esme's thoughts hadn't been as inappropriate as my brothers and even my father sometimes.

The physical pleasure would have been nothing, inconsequential, useless without Bella, but because it was my mate that I could share these things with, it felt as if my entire world had snapped into place. All of my desires were met. My wildest fantasies were suddenly my reality. I had someone to not only understand me, to want to spend time with me, to hear my darkest secrets, but to love me, pleasure me, as I could love and pleasure her. The fact that I had something to offer someone with a soul as lovely as Bella's made my heart incredibly happy.

She stirred slightly in her sleep. "Edward." she whispered, smiling. I smelled her arousal again. God, how I wished I could read her thoughts and watch her dreams. It was almost like the first night spent watching her sleep, feeling myself reborn in the pureness and the joy of the moment.


The next morning, she woke up and stretched out, immediately reaching for me, and holding me close to her. "I'm here." I whispered, kissing all over her face. "Good morning, my love."

She was still groggy. "Morning." she whispered, making me grin at her cuteness. I caressed her face and then down her neck with my fingers. The electricity surged between us under my touch. Her heart rate sped up a little. She reached for me, kissing me, and running her hands through my hair.

My dick hardened, brushing against her thigh before I had time to pull away. She smiled.

"I'm tempted to keep you in bed all day." I growled, quietly.

"Then do it."

"I don't want to hurt you. And before you protest, that would hurt you."

"Fine."

"How about I make you some breakfast while you get dressed?"

"Sounds amazing, actually."

I kissed her forehead and went into my closet, dressing quickly in sweatpants and a t-shirt, soft attire for her to cuddle against me comfortably. Then, I went downstairs and started gathering ingredients for her meal.

She walked downstairs a few minutes later, looking unbearably adorable in one of my shirts, which just barely grazed the tops of her thighs and covered the roundness of her bottom, and a short pair of cotton shorts. "I didn't really want to get dressed today, since we're home alone. Hope you don't mind."

"Mind? You think I would mind seeing so much of your gorgeous body? You're mistaken, my love." I almost forgot about the eggs cooking on the stove. Thankfully, the smell of them brought my attention back to what I had been doing, at least, until she sat on a bar stool across from me and leaned forward for some of the juice sat out for her.

This new angle revealed tantalizing red lace peeking out from my shirt, delicately covering the top of her breasts. I growled and dropped the spatula I was holding. She giggled and blushed.

"Do you like it?"

"You have no idea."

"I'll have to thank Alice, then. This was one of the more innocent purchases she made." If that was innocent, I couldn't wait to see what kind of delectable items made up the rest of her shopping. Since I'm going to Hell…I thought, reflecting on how much times had changed since I first uttered those words when I put my arm around Bella in the school parking lot. "The panties match."

I dropped the spatula that I had just retrieved from the floor again and she laughed loudly, hiding her face in her hands. She laughed so hard that she cried.

"I didn't realize you were into slapstick comedy so much."

"Vampires don't normally drop things, do they?" she asked.

"No."

"Are you alright?"

"You have no idea."

"I have some idea." She said, smirking towards my pants. The sweats hid nothing, and she saw my arousal straining against the fabric.

I growled at her playfully, taking her in my arms. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"I'm enjoying myself."

"Now you know why I prefer jeans."

She giggled. "Breakfast is burning."

"Shit!" I ran over to the stove and grabbed another spatula. She laughed even harder and I became concerned that she might fall out of her chair. She couldn't seem to catch her breath or stop crying from laughter, even after I sat her breakfast on a plate in front of her.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to curse in front of you."

"But are you really sorry?" she asked.

"Well, in my time-"

"Edward, this is your time too. You live in it." I laughed with her now. Her statement was so absurd, yet completely true. Why had I always regarded my human time as my only time and held so tightly to the outdated rules and traditions? I shook my head, smiling at her.

"Alright, you win."

She smirked and started eating. I would never tire of watching her eat. The pleasure that food gave her was nothing compared to what she felt when we were intimate, but still, she made the cutest faces. Anything that made her happy made me happy too.

"What would you like to do today?"

"Can we just lay in bed and talk and watch movies?"

"Perfect." Sounded like Heaven to me.

"Oh, and maybe eat some more of the dick cake?" she asked. I cracked up laughing like a madman, caught off guard. She took me by surprise more than anyone ever had. Her thoughts were never what one would expect.

"The WHAT?" My eyes were huge.

"The dick cake." she giggled. "You know, the one Emmett and Jasper got for me."

"If you ever use the words 'dick' and my brothers in the same sentence again…" I laughed and growled playfully. She was absurd. Yet I loved her for it.

"I can't even call them dicks?"

"Well, that's acceptable, under certain circumstances."

"Like hanging banners above your bed?"

"Definitely that one. I didn't know you were capable of such language."

"You said fuck." She giggled, remembering last night.

"You surprised me."

"I would have done that a lot sooner if I knew you'd react that way."

"Last night was perfect."

"It was." She smiled. "So is right now. Breakfast is great, thank you."

"You're very welcome." I kissed her cheek and put some of her hair behind her ear. "What movies would you like to watch today?"

"Nothing serious. I probably won't be able to think about much besides you anyhow."

"That makes two of us."

"You won't be able to stop thinking about yourself?"

"You're impossible."

"I know." She smirked, sticking her tongue out to wrap it around a sausage link a little bit before taking it in her mouth to eat it. I groaned, so incredibly aroused.

"I'm going to go pick out a movie while you finish breakfast."

"You do that." She continued smirking at me until I was out of her sight, giggling and eating her breakfast. She would be the death of me.