A/N: Thanks so much for all your wonderful thoughts? Looks like "burping" has taken on a new meaning for a lot of you, huh? ;)

Well, it's hump day Wednesday, so…let's see how much, ahem, burping these two can get up to.

Betad by the lovely Michelle Renker Rhodes.

Most characters belong to S. Meyer. The rest is all mine.

So…let's have some more warm Key West in the middle of February, shall we?

Part 3 – Not All of Me is Nice and Golden

Finally, everyone's gotten the fuck off the boat, and the only two souls left aboard are my new wife and me. Just as I'd told Bella once during that "honeymoon" of hers when we first met, it doesn't take much more than the push of a button to set this boat out to sea. After months of prep, we've charted our courses, loaded everything we'll need for the next few weeks, settled things back home…

And now Isabella Marie Masen and I are off on our honeymoon.

The sun is setting as the Eclipse's white sail waves goodbye to our home port. A topaz sun rolls downward in the horizon, hiding behind aquamarine waters while Bob Marley, Bella's and my favorite reggae-man, plays quietly in the background.

Speaking of not needing much more than the push of a button…

My wife sits on the edge of the ship's port side, watching the blue waters part before us and leave frothy white bubbles floating on the surface. Her long, smooth legs swing back and forth while I hold her by the waist to make sure she doesn't fall over.

"I'm glad you changed into your red board shorts for the sail away," Bella grins lustily, trailing one red fingernail down my bare chest and across my abs. "This is how you were when I met you…looking so god-damn sexy and bad," she chuckles.

"Well," I smirk, "while you weren't in this tiny, white bikini when I met you," – I slip a finger under the small, triangle-shaped fabric covering up one of her perfect, perky breasts – "you were wearing one the first time I was in the water with you – the first time I realized I'd probably fucking die if I didn't find a way to get into those skimpy little bikini bottoms."

Her big, brown eyes sparkle hungrily. "You got into them alright - over and over. Have you had enough now, Mr. Masen?" Her voice is low and husky.

"Never, Mrs. Masen," I shake my head. "That's why I put a ring on it – so that I could be perpetually inside them."

"So bad," she chuckles, and with a deep sigh, she turns her gaze to the thousands of miles of water ahead of us, to where all the shores I'll take her in the next few weeks await: Cozumel, Belize, Costa Rica, Panama, Aruba, Curacao, Barbados, St. Lucia, Dominica, Antigua, Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, Turks & Caicos…and who knows where else before we return to Key West.

The ocean's mist nibbles at her toes, making her giggle. The spray of salty sea foam reaches up and nips my thighs, and I grin at the perfection of the approaching evening: the sea, the setting sun…and my wife.

"So, Captain Masen…" Bella reaches up and adjusts my captain's cap over my head, holding my gaze as if she sees so much reflected in my eyes. "It's our honeymoon, and soon, we'll be miles and miles from the nearest shore with no other ships or souls to be seen. No phones, no TV, no computers, surrounded by nothing but sea, fish and stars. What oh what are we going to do all alone out here for the next few days until we reach civilization once more?"

She trails her fingernail past my nose and my lips, making them twitch the way I know she likes, past the angular jaw that always makes her sigh. Her finger lingers over one of my nipples, and she giggles at the way it puckers at her touch – that touch of hers that's always been fire on my skin, lighting me up and turning me on since the first time she touched me.

In return, I offer her one of my lopsided grins that makes her inhale and that clearly spells out all my thoughts – everything I want from her and everything I'll give her throughout this trip and beyond. I can almost feel her pelvic muscles clenching around me.

Wrapping a hand around her errant finger, I still its circular motion and lean in, closing my lips around her warm earlobe. She sighs when I gently suck and allow my breath to wash over her, enjoying the way the skin on her tanned shoulders prickles. She's a jellyfish – my jellyfish. I know I leave her as boneless as she leaves me.

"Deep-diver…" she breathes unevenly, dropping her head to my chest and brushing her lips back and forth.

I pull her off the ledge and flush against me to keep us both from slinking straight into the waters below. Oh, I'll make love to her in the water, but not just yet. We've got a few other places to cover first-

Like right here…right now.

"Beautiful Bella," I grin, "lucky for you, I've got both the ideas and the equipment needed to take you deep…for quite a while."

I pull the strings on either side of her little bottoms, and they fall away at the same time that the she reaches out and pushes down my shorts, freeing me. With a quick crouch, I sink into heaven.

"Edward…"

"Oh baby…"

OOOOOOOOOO

BPOV

I wake the next morning to the sound of seagulls circling above us. My first thought is that we must be sailing close to one island or another for there to be birds nearby. It's one of the many maritime facts that my husband has taught me.

My second thought is all about the warm, hard body lying naked next to me.

He's pressed up against me, right thigh attached to my left with his arm haphazardly thrown over my stomach. This is the way we always wake: some part of him at least touching some part of me. He says it's the only way he can sleep.

He's also snoring right into my ear, with that jaw of awe resting on my shoulder while his warm breath tickles the side of my neck, but I'm used to it. I suppose it's become the only way I can sleep.

So while he lies on his stomach, the way he tends to end up in the mornings, I glance down at his perfectly round, bare ass rising and falling with his deep breaths, and I just…lie there for a while, enjoying the view.

Edward must sense me staring.

The snores stop, and when I tear my eyes away from his shapely bottom and look up at him, his eyes are on me.

"Gazing at my ass again?" he grins. The arm he had thrown around me tightens and pulls me in closer.

"Well, it's right there," I chuckle. "What else am I supposed to do? It needs some sun, by the way. The rest of you is nice and golden."

He chuckles huskily, his voice still full of sleep, and then he shuffles us around so that I'm lying on top of him. His morning wood presses stiffly against my stomach. My pelvic muscles clench together, and I can already feel the pulsing throb between my legs even though he was inside me for hours last night.

His hands slide around the nape of my neck while my hair falls like a curtain around us.

"Not all of me is nice and golden," he whispers, rolling his hips and poking my tummy with his hard-on – as if I didn't get what part of himself he was referring to.

By this time, my heart rate has spiked in glorious anticipation. He always gets me this way – hot, excited, needy, wanting - no matter how often we make love.

"Maybe it should come out and get some sun sometimes instead of always being…stuck inside," I tease, yet even as I do, I'm already lining myself up for entry.

Edward shakes his head slowly, eyes on mine while making a grumbling sound of disagreement. "No, Beautiful Bella," he murmurs, shifting with me so that his swollen tip is right there. "It likes being stuck inside where it's nice and ahhh…" he breathes as he slides in, "so warm and tight."

I swallow and whimper as I sink down and stretch around him. I swear, he's right. It's never enough.

I ride him slowly, the way I know he likes to start out the mornings. He fondles my breasts before guiding me down so that he can wrap his mouth around one, his tongue flicking my nipple. The sensation is like an electric shock making me moan loudly. I throw back my head and slide up and down smoothly over his long, thick length. He moves to the other breast, one hand on my waist as he guides me back and forth.

"Edward…" I grin lustily, "I love all the ways you make love to me."

"Mmm," he groans, green eyes dark and hooded. "That's a good thing…because I plan to love you in a whole lot of different ways throughout this trip."

We kiss and moan and groan for an endless moment in time. His tongue dances with mine, hands exploring all over my body while I support myself by propping my hands on his chest until the need for friction grows for both of us. His thrusts grow harder, and I grind into him faster.

"Yes, yes, yes…" I pant, arching my back and splaying my hands over his shins. And when Edward reaches between us and circles his finger around the right spot, I reach behind me and cup his balls.

We both fall over the edge together.

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