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So sorry I keep forgetting these. I own NOTHING. Everything belongs to the literary genius, Stephenie Meyer. I'm just a dreg in her coffee cup.
The rest passed quickly, with me looking into Bella's eyes and ignoring the constant hum around me.
Later, after the goodbyes to everyone, we were at my-our- house.
Each pair-Jasper and Alice, Rosalie and Emmet, Carlisle and Esme- left the house very conspicuously, shouting something at me in their minds as they left to do God knows what.
Alice claimed she and Rosalie were going shopping, but. . . . .
Whatever, It didn't matter. Not now anyway.
Here were some of the things my very rude and inquisitive siblings were thinking:
Emmett: You'd better not break her Ed, or there won't be enough of her left to turn!
Rosalie, who was unusually not sarcastic: Be careful Edward. Really. She's not a vampire yet. Though I wish she would've stayed warm-blooded.
Alice, as usual, was enthusiastic: Have fun brother dearest! But keep your cell on. We won't be far, you might need to reach us.
I was about to ask her what she meant when Jasper, in a moment of glee, wanting to prolong my discomfort at all the thoughts being shot at me, decided he would toy with my emotions. Isn't my family just so nice?
Yeah. A regular Brady Bunch.
So Jasper decided to make me feel queasy, then scared then so nervous that I was shaking. That is, until Alice distracted him. With a promise that what Bella and I were going to do tonight was nothing compared to what she had planned.
He took the bait. Unsurprisingly.
My family is made up of Nymphomaniacs. (A/N: pple who think about, and have sex 24/7. If you didn't know.)
Seriously.
Carlisle was very careful to censor his thoughts, keeping it on some patient he treated today. Although he was my adoptive father, I don't think either of us would have enjoyed a sex talk.
Esme simply looked at me: You've finally found your match, my son.
I smiled at her. She was probably the only sincere one there.
So they left.
And I was alone with my wife.
Yes, my wife.
Mrs. Bella Cullen. I liked the sound of that.
Ha. Who was I kidding? I loved the sound of that.
She stood at the foot of the staircase, her porcelain skin glowing against the dark blue dress Alice had picked out for her.
She looked ravishing.
Which was ironic, because that was what I was going to do now.
Ravish her.
With her FULL permission, of course.
"Edward?" I looked at her. She actually looked a little nervous.
A pretty good sign was that she was wringing her hands.
I walked over to her and scooped her up in my arms.
"Yes Mrs. Cullen?" I answered, my face barely an inch from hers.
She blushed a brilliant pink and looked down.
I stroked her face and kissed her.
We kissed.
And kissed.
And kissed.
With me holding her some of the time, and her tip-toeing for the rest.
Then Bella decided she wanted to go upstairs.
So I, being the gentleman, had to give her what she wanted.
I carried her again, not wanting her to trip on the stairs, and end up in the emergency room on our wedding night.
Which, knowing Bella, was very possible.
We reached my room, and I felt Bella attempt to get down.
I let her feet hit the floor, slowly and gently, and she paused, looked at me, then took my hand in hers and led me to the bed.
If I had a heart, it would be pounding by now.
Bella's, oddly, wasn't. Hmm. That's strange.
It was the same even beat as ever.
I suppose she wasn't as nervous as I was, then.
Or maybe she HAD done this before!
I felt anger course through me.
Who had it been?
He obviously couldn't have appreciated her as much as I do, or he would have never let her go.
Or maybe it wasn't a he!
Gasp
What if Bella was bi-sexual?
Actually, that wasn't such a bad thought.
It was kind of hot, actually.
Wait. No. Focus.
You're about to consummate your relationship with your soul-mate, and you're wondering if she's bi-sexual?
What is WRONG with you?
What is wrong with ME?
I wonder if I'm bi-polar.
Okay, musing later, Bella now.
I snapped back to reality, and my Love was sitting on the edge of our bed, just changed into one of my shirts.
When did that happen?
She sat on the bed, her pale skin glowing, flawless, her soft, mahogany hair flowing down to the middle of her back, in one of my shirts, and looking, like a temptress, or seductress.
My God.
I could vaguely see the outline of her bra, and a piece of lace, through the shirt.
Even clothed like this, she exuded innocence and loveliness. My Bella.
Excruciatingly slowly, she began to undo the buttons, her graceful hands moving painstakingly over the first, then second, then. . . .
I would have been salivating if I had any bodily fluids.
As it was, the venom in my mouth started to go on overdrive.
Bella.
Bella's POV
Edward stood, as if in a daze, looking at me.
I had put on his shirt, while he was apparently thinking intently about something.
Now, he looked at me, not just in my direction.
He looked at me, and deeply into my eyes, looking so happy that I could have cried.
I was just so happy to be bringing my angel pleasure, happiness.
Now, for a little foreplay.
It was so payback time.
For all those times when he kissed me, and my heart skipped a beat, for when he dazzled me.
He was going to get it back three fold.
And I wasn't being careful this time, worrying about his bloodlust. If he could handle me tripping and bleeding in front of him AND clean my cut while breathing, he could definitely take this.
I walked to him, slowly, gradually, then, finally, reached him.
My hands moved unhurriedly down the buttons, doing each one by one, making him follow the movements of my hands, and look at me as if I was something to eat.
Which, technically, I was.
And he was most certainly playing with his food.
The shirt was opened, but not off, so he could see some of my bra and underwear.
Which happened to be a Victoria Secret burgundy, lace push-up. That was doing wonderful enhancing things to the amount of cleavage I had.
And let's not forget my beautiful lacy boy-shorts, that was doing its job, by turning butts into booties.
God bless Alice and her experience with lingerie. And her advice that the foreplay was just as important, as the actual nakedness of sex.
'You have to make him want you so badly that he feels like he's going to explode. Of course, with Edward, that's how he felt before, about your blood. And, more recently, you. Make him lust after you. Make him feel that way about your body.' She had told me.
And I was taking her advice to heart.
While it was still beating.
With the shirt still half-opened, I reached up, and started undoing his shirt, letting my hands brush his chest, whenever they got the opportunity.
As I did this, he closed his eyes, and tilted his head upwards, looking for all he was worth like he was praying for patience.
Ha. I'm good.
Then I looked downwards, reached the part of his shirt that was tucked into his pants.
And pulled it out.
My, oh my.
My virgin was very happy.
He had a hard-on.
At this second, he looked down at me, looking to where my gaze was.
He looked at my face, fleetingly, a look of embarrassment passing quickly.
Then he got this look in his eyes, I don't know how to describe it.
They smoldered.
"Bella." He said, his voice teasing and seductive.
I looked up at him.
He stroked my cheek.
"I want you. Right now." With that, he kissed me, on either side of my neck, then at the hollows of my collarbones.
Meaning, that this was much too much for him. He couldn't take it anymore.
Damn, I was good. But I needed to be better.
He needed to be pushed off the edge, where he teetered dangerously.
He needed to let go, to let himself fall.
And I was going to help him.
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Did you enjoy it? Don't worry, your sexyful part is coming up soon you horny people! The next chapter, unfortunately for my younger readers, is going to be an M. I know you all don't care about the ratings, but just thought you should know. Push that purple button!
p.s: I know Bella doesn't do Victoria's Secret, especially because of the name, but I t was a special occasion. And, okay, she doesn't do seduction either, but . . . .
Okay I don't HAVE an excuse, but it FIT okay?