December 25th

I awoke feeling completely and unconditionally happy. My bed was warm and I was completely relaxed. I rolled over, intending to snuggle up against the love of my life, but I was met with empty space. Edward wasn't in bed.

I raised my arms above my head and pointed my toes, enjoying the feeling of my muscles stretching. I was slightly sore from our previous night's activities, but any pain I might have been feeling was overwhelmed by my pure contentment. Everything was perfect, except for the fact that Edward was missing. It was Christmas Day, and I wanted to see if we continue what we had started last night.

I pulled myself up and out of bed, pulling on my robe as I did so and I made sure to make a little side trip to the bathroom to brush my teeth. If things were headed in the direction I hoped they were, I didn't want any interruptions. As I left the bedroom, I could hear movement downstairs … and what sounded like the radio. I wandered downstairs, wanting to be with Edward.

The sounds were coming from the kitchen, so I moved in that direction. As soon as I got to the doorway, I stopped. Edward was in the kitchen, all right. He had pulled on his boxers and had his back to me and it looked like he was making coffee. What caught my attention, however, was the music filling the room. "Baby It's Cold Outside" had come up on the Christmas play list he was listening to, and he was shifting his weight back and forth to the beat of the music. I wouldn't call it dancing exactly, but it made me smile nonetheless.

I was caught off guard when I heard his voice, singing along to the deep male part. I muffled a giggle, opting instead to watch him sway and sing along. The muscles in his back moved under his skin, and I longed to run my hands over them.

I don't know if he heard my muffled laughs - I thought I did a good job covering them - or felt my presence behind him, but he turned around, catching me staring at him. He was completely unashamed of his little show.

"Good morning," he smiled, walking towards me. When he stood in front of me, he dipped his head and kissed me. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," I said as he took my hand and settled me into a raised bar chair, standing between my knees.

"Did you sleep well?"

I shook my head "Very well. I must have been exhausted."

He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "You did exert an awful lot of energy last night."

I could feel the blush on my cheeks.

"You look absolutely amazing this morning." His compliment didn't do anything to make my blush go away.

"So do you," I hoped it came out flirtatious. With him standing next to me in only his underwear, I was definitely interested in picking things up where we left off last night.

He smiled lazily at me before bringing his mouth to mine. His mouth was slightly demanding, and I was elated. This might not be as hard as I had thought.

"What time do we have to be at your parent's house," I asked after we had broken apart. I needed to know if we had time to take this to the next level.

He smirked like he knew was I was hinting at. "I told them about three," he wound his arms around my neck, "so we've got a few hours … to get ready."

He released me and walked back to the coffee maker, pouring two cups and handing one to me across the bar. "I've got coffee, but are you hungry? I was thinking we could make some pancakes or an omelet or something."

"An omelet sounds good," I told him, jumping off the bar chair. "I'll help."

"No, no, no …" he stopped me. "You sit right there. I've got this."

Rather than resume my place on the chair, I stood next to it and watched him move around the kitchen, gathering stuff necessary to make our breakfast. I was treated with getting to watch his muscles move as he grabbed things out of the refrigerator, and my view got even better when he bent down to grab something else out of the bottom drawer. My desire for him grew even larger, if possible, and suddenly I was impatient with him for suggesting breakfast. I already knew what I wanted to nibble on.

My eyes followed his form as he walked to the opposite counter, arranging the things he had pulled from the refrigerator before turning to grab a bowl out of the cupboard.

I abandoned my position next to the chair that I had occupied, walking over to him and running my hands down his back. The contours of his muscles felt so wonderful under my fingers, but I kept my hands moving lower, until I reached the bit of cloth that covered him, squeezing gently.

"Bella …" he said in a warning tone, but I didn't care. I knew what I wanted to accomplish, and it sure as heck didn't involve breakfast.

Ignoring him, I pushed my body against his, pressing a kiss to the middle of his back and moving my hands around to his chest. It wasn't long before I had found his nipples and I dragged my fingers over each one in turn, wanting to make them stand out into my hands.

Even though I earned a slight shiver out of him, he stopped my exploration of his chest. I huffed against his back.

"Bella, if you keep that up, we'll never have breakfast."

"So?" I responded. "Maybe I don't want breakfast. Or maybe," I dropped kisses along the line of his shoulder, "I want a different type of breakfast."

He turned to face me. "As enticing as that is, I really think I should feed you."

I sighed and narrowed my eyes. This was going to be harder than I thought.

"And besides," he said into my ear as he pushed past me to turn on the stove, "we should have plenty of time for that, later." He gave me a little tap on my ass as he moved away.

Or maybe not.

I reluctantly returned to my chair, my mind working overtime to come with a way to make him lose control like he did last night. Edward was busy chopping and mixing things, so I let my mind wander. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I remembered what I had done last night, but I was quickly consoled when I finished the thought with Edward's reaction. He seemed to enjoy it, and that was all that mattered. I just wasn't sure what I could do to entice him like that again.

I surveyed the kitchen, looking for something that I might be able to use as a prop. We didn't use toys often, but maybe that would be something to look into. It would have been a lot easier if I could go grab something to aide me on this venture.

A slight stroke of genius hit me. I could do this without help. While Edward's back was turned, I slowly untied the silk belt of my robe, pushing it off my shoulders. The fabric pooled around my waist, leaving me bare from the waist up. A wave of cool air hit me and I shivered, my nipples hardening with the slight breeze.

And then I just waited, watching Edward move around the kitchen. He never turned to face me, focusing instead on making breakfast. That gave me more courage - I knew that he wanted this as much as I did. Well, I was determined to win this game.

After what seemed like forever, he spoke. "And, breakfast is -" he said with a flourish, finally turning to face me, plate and fork in hand. As soon as he saw me though, his enthusiasm for the breakfas he had prepared disappeared. His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped slightly when he saw my naked torso, and I felt a surge of satisfaction that I had caused such a reaction with very minimal effort.

He quickly composed himself, setting the plate on the counter between us. I knew I could break him, I just needed to find the one little thing that would push him over the edge.

"Here … try it," he told me, holding out a fork full of the cheesy omelet. "It's hot," he cautioned.

I opened my mouth obediently, allowing him to place the piece of omelet in my mouth. I chewed, never taking my eyes away from his.

"It's good," I told him. His face fell slightly, like he was hoping for a stronger affirmation, but he held out another piece to me.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked, and at my nod moved to grab a glass and some orange juice out of the refrigerator. I took the opportunity to take the abandoned fork and cut the rest of the omelet into bit-sized pieces.

He came back around the counter this time, so he was standing between my legs. I took a sip of the juice, making sure to keep the fork out of his reach.

"Did you taste it?" I asked him, foregoing the fork all together and holding out a piece of the omelet to him.

His eyes darkened, but opened his mouth to allow me to feed him. As he chewed, I licked the cheese off my fingers.

"It is good," he confirmed. "I'm pretty good."

I smirked. "Yes, you are."

We continued to feed each other with our fingers, much to my excitement. I made sure to linger whenever he fed me my pieces, licking and sucking at his fingers until I was satisfied that they were clean. When he held out the last piece to me, I knew that I had to make it count. I chewed the piece of omelet, holding onto his wrist until I was done, then raising it back to my mouth, swirling my tongue around his finger and sucking gently. I heard his slight gasp as I caught this finger between my teeth, dragging them along his skin before going back to lavish attention to it with my tongue, mimicking the actions I would like to perform to another part of his body.

When his eyes closed, I took the opportunity to jump down off the chair, brushing up against him. My robe slid to the floor, leaving me naked, and I could feel his arousal through the fabric that separated us. I ran my hands all over his chest, coming to play with the elastic of his boxers.

"Edward …" I wanted him to open his eyes, to watch my next move.

When he opened his eyes to look at me, I slowly slid down his body until I was on my knees in front of him, taking his boxers down with me. His breathing grew heavy and I knew then that he wasn't going to stop me. I had him exactly where I wanted him.

After a glance up at him, I lightly grasped his hard length and blew across it gently, watching it twitch in my hand. I smiled, and pressed a kiss to the tip before completely taking him in my mouth. I heard his slight groan when the heat of my mouth hit his flesh.

I wanted to draw this out as long as possible; the goal was to make him lose control. I worked his length slowly, running my tongue over every part of his length, then sucking gently, using my hands on what I couldn't fit into my mouth. I glanced up at him and made a noise in the back of my throat, hoping that the vibrations would translate into pleasurable sensations for him.

His eyes were shut and his breathing was hard, his hips straining not to move. I moved faster, wanting him to break, willing him with my mouth. I could feel him tense and a low growl escaped his throat. I had him.

Drawing back, I blew once more across his length, earning a strangled groan that sounded slightly like my name off his lips. I stood and pressed myself against him, running my fingers imperceptibly over his erection.

I kissed along his jaw line slowly, waiting for him to compose himself enough to look at me. I knew that he really wanted release, but I didn't want to give it to him. Not that way. I was going to use this to my advantage.

"Bella … Bella … Bella …" he chanted my name, pleading for me to finish what I had started. I almost gave in at the sound of his voice.

"Edward," it was my turn now, "I want you to fuck me."

His eyes flew open at my confession, almost like he had forgotten the state of arousal that I had left him in.

"Bella?"

"I want you to fuck me," I told him again in a low voice. "Right here, like you did last night." I hopped back up onto the bar chair, opening my legs for him.

He looked conflicted for a moment, but I knew I had won. He was in no condition to refuse.

When he made no move towards me, I made a face like I was lightly disappointed, and moved to run my hand down my body, pretending that I was going to take care of myself. My hand hadn't even made it past my bellybutton when Edward was pressed against me, my hands held out to the side.

"I can't take that again," he growled at me. "You're too fucking sexy for your own good."

I grinned, finally getting what I wanted. I was glad to let him take control and let his defenses down.

He let go of my hands to pull my lower body closer to his, entering me in one stroke.

"Yes," I moaned. "Fuck me harder." I deliberately urged him on, knowing that he wasn't completely gone like he was last night.

He increased his speed, making my breath come in pants. "More … please."

He slammed into me and stopped moving, leaning over me.

"Edward?"

"Tight … wet … fuck," I heard him murmur against my throat. He slipped out of me and I whimpered.

I didn't get much time to wonder what he was thinking before he pulled me off the chair, spinning me and pushing me back to the lean over the table and entering me once again. I welcomed him, pleasure rushing back through my body. He set an almost frantic pace, his hands snaking down underneath me to palm my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

"Oh Edward … oh yes … Edward … yes," my moans urged him on, but I was too far gone for that to be my intention.

He pulled out once more, turning me around and lifting me up to put me on the table before joining us once more. "I want to see your face when I make you come."

I closed my eyes to compose myself as his thrusts grew even more frantic. He drove me to the edge, not quite taking me over the peak when I felt him thrust once more and empty himself inside me. I held onto him as he recovered from his orgasm, surprised when he started to move again half a minute later.

"Finish, Bella. Come," he groaned.

It only took a minute more before I felt myself fall over the edge, my muscles tightening around him. I collapsed against him, panting hard.

"Thank you," I sighed softly against his skin. I knew how hard it was for him to let go, but I looked forward to helping him to get past that. He didn't seem to have a problem with anything that we did, but I wished I could get him comfortable with making the first move.

When our breathing had slowed and we had relaxed slightly, Edward spoke. "Bella," he said almost incredulously, "we just had sex in the kitchen."

I laughed. "Yes we did."

"On the table."I pressed myself closer to his naked body. "Yes, and it was amazing."

"I'm never going to look at this table the same way again."

"Maybe next time we can actually get on the table, instead of just the edge," I teased. I didn't want to shut the door on any future activities.

"You're crazy," he laughed. "And absolutely amazing."

"You're pretty amazing yourself."

"But now we need a shower," he asserted in a rather seductive voice.

"We needed a shower before this morning," I pointed out before glancing at the clock. "And we've got about two hours before we have to leave. Do you think that's enough time?"

"With the way we've been going? Probably not," he smirked, pulling away from me and swinging me up into his arms. "But we can try."

"Edward!" I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Put me down!"

"Not a chance," he told me, heading for the stairs. "We need to go take a shower."

I laughed all the way upstairs.

Author's Note: Sorry for the slight delay - I found this chapter a bit harder to write. I'm running out of ideas to spice up the sex without resorting to props they don't have. I'm also finding it a bit hard to get Edward to bounce between being attentive and loving and completely hot and dominate, but that's my own fault. Maybe I'll take on a story where Edward's all aggressive, because I find that it's harder to write believably.

Also, someone asked in a PM about Bella and Edward's marital status. I didn't give it much thought in the beginning because I didn't think it would matter - they obviously live together and that was enough for the beginning. As it's progressed, however, I've kind of come to the conclusion that they are married, but are still in the newlywed phase, which lends itself to lots and lots of sexy love.

I'm not sure if there's going to be a shower chapter, because again, I'm not sure how to do it without it being kind of lame. They've been going at it for 18 hours and it's been more and more of the same, which might work for my longer story, because things would be spread out more, but in the short timeline of this story I feel like it's a bit repetitive. I do know what I'm doing for the final chapter though … I just don't know if there will be an interim chapter.

Again, thanks for the alerts and the favorites and the reviews … they are awesome. It's how I grow as a writer. And I'm still trying to reply to signed reviews!