"You said I could have you any way I wanted you. And as much fun as that last round was, I'm not so sure that I'm done playing with my new present yet."

He broke the kiss, leaving me breathless, and worked his way down my body. He kissed my chin, moving down to my neck and then to the valley between my breasts. His hands came up and pinched each of my nipples roughly, earning a little yelp from me. He soothed the pain, pressing a kiss and a small lick onto each reddened peak. Holding onto my hips as he moved lower, he trailed openmouthed kisses to my bellybutton. His body was wedged between my legs, keeping my legs apart, something he used to his advantage.

"I'll be right back," he said, pressing a kiss onto my dripping sex.

My whimper was as much for the jolt of pleasure that he sent through my body as it was for my displeasure as he pulled himself off the bed and walked towards the door to the bedroom. I was quickly consoled by the sight of his remarkable body, almost gleaming in the soft candlelight. I couldn't hold back my smile as he walked purposefully out the door, not bothering to pull on clothes.

I contemplated following him but decided against it. Laying back against the pillows, I stretched slightly. I could hear him moving around downstairs and idly wondered what he was doing.

"Bella?" I heard him call softly up the stairs.

"Come back to bed, Edward," I tried to entice him, hoping that I sounded remotely sexy.

"I would rather you come here, love." I could hear him trying to hold back a laugh.

I stood and reached down to grab Edward's discarded shirt, pulling it on and buttoning a few of the buttons. He might be okay walking around the house naked, but I wasn't, especially when I didn't know what he had planned. His lack of attire did suggest one possibility, however. His scent surrounded me, coming off his shirt and I breathed deeply to add to my memory of his spicy smell. I loved the way he smelled.

I got to the bottom of the stairs but didn't see any sign of him. Most of the house was still dark. There was a slight glow from the living room where he had plugged in the lights that were on the Christmas tree, so I figured that was my best shot at finding him.

"Edward?"

"I thought I already unwrapped my Christmas present," his voice came from behind me. I turned to find him coming out of the kitchen, still gloriously naked.

I smiled as he approached me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. "I can't complain, though. You wear my shirt much better than I do."

I shook my head as I pressed my head into his chest. I kissed along his collarbone and ran my hands across his naked flesh before bringing them down to cup his ass. I squeezed lightly as I rolled my hips slightly into his. I could feel him hardening against my stomach.

"Bella …"

I dropped my hands and backed out of his embrace. I saw his eyes drop slightly, confusion flashing over his face.

When I was sufficiently far enough away from him so that he couldn't just reach out and grab me, I turned to face him. He hadn't moved towards me, which I took as a positive sign. Without saying anything I started to work on the buttons of his stolen shirt. Slowly I worked my way down the buttons, swaying my hips as I did so. It didn't come completely apart when I was finished, catching on the mounds of my breasts.

His eyes darkened with lust at my impromptu striptease and I could see his obvious arousal. I felt slightly stupid because we were standing at the base of the stairs, but I quickly swallowed that emotion. I turned my back to him, glancing over my shoulder and slowly lowering the shirt in what I hoped was something akin to sexy.

I pulled the shirt back up to my shoulders and turned yet again to face him. I ran my hands up my body, spreading the opening of his shirt and coming to cup my breasts. I massaged them, working my way closer and closer to my nipples. After ghosting my thumbs over each of them a few times, I stopped my movements. Before I could think too much about it, I pinched my nipples, rolling them between my fingers and pulling slightly.

I barely heard his moan as he watched me. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. His eyes almost dared me to do whatever my next move was. My mind was blank. This was still his night and I didn't have anything specific in mind.

Deciding at last to give him a show, I kept my eyes on his and walked towards him, stopping when I reached him to reach up and whisper in his ear. "No touching."

His eyes narrowed and he turned to watch me approach the stairs, but he still didn't move. I lowered myself, sitting so that my feet were on the bottom step. I reached up to cup my breasts again, wasting no time to move in to resume pinching my already hard nipples, spreading my legs to give him an unhindered view of my dripping core.

My right hand abandoned the nipple it had been playing with and started a course down my body. Edward's eyes grew wide as he realized what I intended and he started to stroke himself lightly, but he made no move to leave the spot that I had confined him to.

My hand finished its journey down my body and came to rest on my sex. I heard his breath hitch and his hand stop, and I wasn't sure if it was because he wanted me to continue or he wanted me to stop. I threw caution to the wind and began to stroke myself, spreading my fingers through my wetness. I ran my fingers over every part of me. His eyes never left me, splitting his time between watching my face and watching my fingers.

The sensations running though my body were something that I had never felt before. The glow from the Christmas lights in the next room, the eroticism of the location, the sounds of our panting, the intimacy of showing him my body like this created a feeling of high that was completely different than any other.

I slid one finger into my dripping core, rolling my hips up until my finger couldn't go any further. It wasn't enough to dispel the feeling of need running though me, so I withdrew my finder to add another. My fingers picked up speed and my hips met the pace they had set. Jolts of pleasure ran through my body and my head fell back and my breathing accelerated. It was pleasurable, but I wanted more. I trailed my left hand down to play with the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex.

I was so caught up in my own pleasure, I didn't notice that Edward had completely stilled. His hand was grasping his hard length, his eyes completely glazed over and his jaw slightly dropped open. My hips rolled faster and my fingers pumped harder until my body went stiff, finally breaking apart, under my own ministrations. My moans came out labored, mixing with my shortness of breath.

It took a minute to recover, but when I did I noticed that Edward still hadn't moved. He seemed frozen to his designated spot.

I was afraid that I had pushed him too far. That maybe he was appalled by my demonstration. Granted, it wasn't anything that we hadn't done before, but there was something different about this time than any other.

"Edward?"

His name off my lips broke the silence that we had established and seemed to bring him out of his trance. He strode forward quickly and grabbed me hard, bringing me flush to his body, kissing me hard. He didn't waste any time before he thrust his tongue into my mouth.

He bit down on my lower lip before he drew back. "I was wrong earlier. That is the stuff of fantasies." He moved his head to my neck, biting into the flesh where my neck met my shoulder. I moaned, surprised at his roughness and surprised at myself that I liked it as much as I did.

He spun me around quickly and pushed me up against the wall at the base of the stairs and I had to brace myself against the wall with my forearms in order to not be smashed up against it. He pulled my hips back to meet his, bending me at the waist and pressing himself against me for only a moment as he spread my legs, pushing into me without preamble.

I cried out as he entered me. I wasn't in pain; I was completely turned on by his primal instinct. He thrust into me hard and fast, grabbing my hips to hold them still. My cries turned to moans and I rested my head on my forearms, letting the wall hold my weight. He moved his body to blanket mine, his face coming to rest next to my ear, his hands left my waist to cup my breasts, massaging and rolling them as I had earlier.

He began to growl into my ear, not letting up on his thrusting slightly. "You make me so fucking hard. I love to fuck you, to use your body any way I please." If it were possible I got even wetter at his words. I loved how he could get caught up in the moment and let his language go. I vaguely wondered if he knew was he was saying. I was fairly sure he didn't, because he would be mortified if he did. That thought turned me on even more, to know that I drove him to act like that.

"Shit, Bella, you're so tight. You feel so fucking good around me."

I could do no more than continue my moans. Even if I had had the ability to speak, I wasn't sure what I would have said. Instead, I let my moans urge him on.

He drew back off me and slowed his thrusting. I took the opportunity to catch my breath, rolling my hips to try to get him to move faster.

All of a sudden, I felt him his hand come down to smack my ass. That was unexpected, and my eyes widened. The sting of his hand only added to the sensations running through my body. I felt his hand rub the offended area before he smacked me again. My moans came back with vengeance. He increased the speed of his thrusting again and brought his hand down onto my ass a third time. It was enough to send me spiraling down into the pit of pleasure that he was pushing me into. I clenched down hard around him, crying out his name over and over as I let myself go.

He had stopped his movements when I had first started to come and he let me recover for a few seconds before he pulled out of me. I turned to face him, curious as to why he had stopped and very aware that he hadn't yet found release.

His mouth crashed into mine, pushing me back so that I was wedged in between the wall and his body. He ravaged my mouth, exploring and tasting every part of it and making me respond with equal enthusiasm. His hands drifted down to grab me by the thighs, bringing me up to wrap my legs around his waist. He slipped back into me, thrusting against me hard twice before backing up to lower himself onto the stairs, leaning back, his feet on the ground.

"I want you to ride me," he said almost demandingly.

I complied, moving to position my feet on the stairs next to his thighs and my hands gripping the railing for leverage. He gripped my waist, helping me to find a rhythm as I bounced above him. I concentrated on raising up almost all the way off him before tightening my sex as I sunk back onto him. When I felt comfortable enough with our odd position on the stairs, I leaned back slightly, arching my back and finding a new angle that made his breathing quicken. I was pleased with myself when I felt his hands come up to take residence on my breasts again.

My arms were getting tired from holding onto the railing, so I shifted forward, bracing my arms on the stairs by his head. His mouth came to replace his hands on my breasts, teasing my nipples, unable to ignore their close proximity to his face. He moved his now free hands to my waist, gripping tightly and lifting me almost all the way off him, holding me still as he thrust quickly into me from below.

He was close, and it didn't take much to drive him over the edge. He pushed into me, groaning loudly and releasing into me. I continued to move over him, milking the last of his orgasm from him before collapsing onto his chest.

His breath was hot against his ear as I held him while he tried to calm his body, murmuring to him and placing kisses on his skin. I didn't move off him, even though I realized that his position on the stairs had to be pretty uncomfortable.

Finally, he spoke.

"I'm sorry, Bella," he said quietly.

I pulled back, completely taken off guard with his admission. I glared at him, confused. "Sorry? For what?"

He gestured to us and to the space that we occupied. "For this. It's not … I didn't…" he couldn't complete his thought. "I didn't plan this. It's not how I had imagined."

I laughed. He sounded like a girl and I loved him for it. "It's not how I imagined, either," I told him honestly. "Most people tend to shy away from the stairs as a place to have sex."

His eyes grew sad, so I kissed him, hoping to convey how I felt. "But I'm not sorry about it. I could never be sorry about being with you." His eyes came back to mine. "Variety is the spice of life. And I loved it."

"Bella, I just took you on the stairs like a caveman. The least I could have done was take you back upstairs. Or to the couch." He sounded ashamed.

"I like it when you can't control yourself around me. I like to know that I drive you crazy. Besides," I added as an afterthought, "it's not like I didn't contribute." I blushed slightly.

He wasn't convinced. "But I got rough, didn't I?" He ran his hand down to feel where he had smacked me.

"A little." I didn't want to lie to him. Shame crossed his face. "But it didn't hurt. I thought it was pretty hot," I confessed.

He wasn't convinced. "But usually we plan stuff like that."

I wasn't sure what I could do to convince him that it was okay, so I just kept trying. "Edward, it's okay. Really. I liked it."

He searched my eyes, for what I'm not sure. "Honestly," I reaffirmed. "It's okay to get a little rough once in awhile. I won't break."

He sighed, resigned. And then he pulled my head to his and kissed me tenderly, seeming to try to make up for our actions on the stairs. I kissed him back, trying to tell him through my kiss that I was okay and that I loved him.

He finally pulled back. "The stairs are a little uncomfortable."

I chuckled, but moved off of him and allowed him to sit up. When he had, he drew me into his side and I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I love you, Edward," I told him, still trying to reassure him.

He squeezed me in response, turning to me. "I never got to give you your Christmas present."

"Well, I guess I'll have to accept it, seeing as how you've accepted mine."

He kissed me again, standing and pulling me up and off the stairs. I drew the shirt that never quite made it off me tighter around me, but didn't bother to button it back up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the living room.

We stopped in the doorway to the living room and he pointed up to the mistletoe that hung in the doorway. I laughed, remembering the mistletoe I had hung in our bedroom.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered before kissing me for the millionth time that night.

Author's Note: It was shorter than the last one, but this one was less "romance" and more just getting it on. It was my attempt at making Edward a bit more dominate and not so girly. And it was kind of just a filler chapter, basically an excuse for more sex, partly inspired by the stair sex scene in "The Thomas Crown Affair".

I'm thinking that there will be one more chapter, something where Edward can give Bella her gift, and of course more lovin'. After all, this is an exercise in learning to write smut. I make no promises though. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and everyone else that has favorite'ed and alert'ed the story. It gives me warm fuzzies.

I'm still working on my multi-chapter fic, and I've got about 10 chapters done, but I hate when people stop updating in progress fics, so I'm hoping to get most of it done before I start posting it.