Many thanks to SarcasticBimbo, my lovely beta.

Let's see what Edward has to say about this wedding, shall we?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN—EDWARD

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"Nice speech, man." Emmett's voice is dry and he pretends to punch me in the arm.

I shrug. "I Googled best man speeches and went from there."

With a hearty laugh, he says, "You lazy son of a bitch. Couldn't even write your own speech. I'm hurt." He puts a hand over his heart.

"Hey, I just took the bare bones. All the insults were straight from my heart."

"Fucker." He shakes his head. "I guess it could have been worse. Thanks for not telling everyone how I ended up buried in the sand with a cock drawn on my face when we were in Cancun."

I can't contain my laughter. "That's because I drew the cock. It makes me look bad."

"What?" He shoves my shoulder. "You told me it was Paul!"

"You were both too drunk to remember what happened! I had to look out for number one." Plus, Paul is a complete douche. "At least it wasn't in Sharpie. All we could find was a pen from the hotel."

"I definitely owe you another black eye," he grumbles. "Shoulda hit you harder with that damn Tonka truck."

"Like you wouldn't have done the same to me," I counter.

"You've got me there. Don't get too drunk tonight. I can draw better than you. I'm talking veins, wrinkly balls, and pubes."

"Aren't you supposed to be with your bride?"

"Okay, you get a reprieve. But I'm watching you, fucker." He does the De Niro pointing thing and everything.

"I think it's 'Focker,' Emmett."

"Nope, I got it right the first time." He snickers and elbows me in the side. Crossing his arms, he looks out at the party with a satisfied smile.

I'll give him that one. Only because I'm about to ogle the shit out of his sister. Now that Emmett's attention is elsewhere, I search the room until I catch sight of Bella.

She's beautiful in that dark purple dress; it hugs every one of her curves. I remember how soft it felt when we danced with the bridal party, the delicate fabric letting me feel the warmth of her skin beneath. And that fucking song…

I felt it in my chest as she looked at me

I knew we were bound to be together

It doesn't take a frilly, flowery acoustic song to spell out exactly how I feel for Bella. No, it's fun, lighthearted, and in-your-face. Just like my Bella. It took all I had not to kiss her right then and there.

"Good party, huh?"

I snap out of my Bella trance, guilt flooding my system. "Yeah. Looks like everyone's having a great time."

"That's all Rosie and I wanted. A great party to thank everyone for all those wedding gifts." He rubs his hands together with an evil laugh.

"Perfect reason for a reception," I agree in my most patronizing voice. "Who cares about celebrating a marriage?"

"I'm paying for the open bar, dude. You have any idea how much that's gonna cost?"

I shudder. There's a lot of people here, and all seem to have a drink in hand.

"I take it back. I hope you get a shitload of expensive wedding gifts. Just don't get mad at me when you open the toaster I got you."

I actually got them an airline voucher, for when they're finally able to take a longer honeymoon. Emmett is too busy with his cases, and Rose's bakery is just getting off the ground, so they're only taking a few days for themselves. Once things are more settled, they'll be able to go wherever they want.

"A toaster? I already have one of those," he pouts, being overdramatic. I know he doesn't really care, but he's always got to ham it up.

"Not one that toasts a cock into the bread." I'm laughing before I even finish the sentence.

His eyebrows go up into his hairline. "You mean cock, as in male chicken, right?"

I shake my head. "Nope." God, I love fucking with him like this.

Rose comes up behind us, unknowingly coming to Emmett's rescue. "Hey, Edward. Nice speech. It's great to see Emmett on the end of the teasing for once."

I nod, smirking. "I'm happy to help."

"Babe, he got us a toaster with a cock on it," he complains, making her laugh.

"I love biting into some toasted cock," she says, a glint in her eye that says she knows it's a joke.

Emmett shudders. "That's just wrong."

"Jesus, Emmett. I was joking," I chuckle.

"Dude. Not cool. I thought I was gonna have to eat cock toast every morning."

He's so loud that everyone around us hears, all of them giving us very strange looks. Rose and I can't stop laughing, while Emmett looks constipated.

Realizing he's the center attention, he throws up his hands and yells, "Drinks for everyone!" There's a round of applause, even though it's an open bar.

Once everyone else is otherwise occupied, he turns back to me and says, "I need a favor."

"Sure."

"Keep an eye on Bella. I saw some questionable dudes sniffing around."

I snort. "They're probably from your fraternity, Emmett." While I never joined, I knew plenty of them through Emmett. I never felt the need to pay dues to make friends.

"They're my brothers. I couldn't leave them out."

I roll my eyes. Most of them still live in their parents' basement.

"I've got it covered." I hate having to hide my relationship with Bella. But now is definitely not the time to admit I'm going to actually cover his sister.

"I knew I could count on you," he calls as he tows Rose toward the bar.

Guilt is an ugly writhing knot in my gut. He can count on me to protect her from other guys, but not from me.

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Slipping back into the ballroom is easy. My eyes find Bella immediately and stay there, observing from across the room.

I can't believe I did something so reckless, but tasting her was worth the risk.

The sweetness of her mouth, like champagne and wedding cake, made me ravenous, but our time was limited. I could have kissed her forever in that dark ballroom, consequences be damned. Only the thought of being alone with her, later, was enough to pry me away.

I can still taste her on my lips, feel her soft body pressed up against mine, savor the sweet sting of her hands pulling at my hair. But standing here thinking about her isn't doing me any good, considering the ten minutes it took to will back the erection that's never far away where Bella's concerned.

I make my way to the bar, in need of another drink to sip until I can get the hell out of here. Taking my whiskey on the rocks, I find a good place to watch Bella while I nurse my drink. I smirk to myself as she gets cornered by Charlie, while she's double-fisting champagne. While I love the idea of taking her up to my room while she's a little tipsy, I don't relish the idea of having to carry her back to her own room in a fireman's hold. I hope she slows down on the alcohol.

My mother comes up on my right, her eyes leveling me with that information-extracting stare all mothers have.

"You look deep in thought."

That gaze slides over to Bella and I can't help but follow. I can't even take my eyes off her when my own mother is right in front of me.

"Is that how it is, then?" she asks, patting my arm.

I sigh, unable to deny it any longer. "Yeah, it is." I feel lighter, just saying the words.

"Does she know?"

I snort. "Oh yeah. We're … together."

Mom grins. "I had no idea. Bella is such a lovely girl, Edward."

I return her smile. "I know she is. She's too good for me."

"Edward," she chides, shaking her head. "Honestly, she's perfect for you. You're too serious. She's like her brother—all jokes and fun. She'll lighten you up, and you need that."

The mention of Emmett makes the whiskey sour on my tongue, but I ignore the reminder of my crime. Mom is the only person I feel comfortable enough to talk to about this, and I can't keep it in any longer.

"I love being with her, Mom. And when I'm not, all I do is think about her. I've never felt anything like this."

"Sounds like you're in love."

Her statement is a blow to the body, with the force of a prize fighter. It knocks the breath out of my lungs, makes my heart race, my head spin.

She puts a hand on my shoulder and laughs knowingly. "Let it sink in. Maybe you should sit down for a bit."

I nod, sinking down into a nearby chair at a long-abandoned table.

"I'm going to go dance with your father," Mom says, ruffling her fingers through my hair like I'm five years old. I can't even bring myself to care—I'm too busy acknowledging the truth: I'm ridiculously, stupidly, crazily in love with Bella Swan.

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One minute Emmett and Rosalie are burning up the dance floor, and then they're gone. Nowhere to be seen. I circle my way around the room in search of Bella, but she's chatting with Alice. I start to back away, but she spots me and waves me over with a shy smile.

"Hi," she whispers, her entire body leaning toward mine.

I feel the pull as well, but we have to wait just a bit longer. "Hey. Who are you two conspiring against?"

"You." This from Alice.

I get a weird, nervous feeling, and it's only amplified by the worried, yet pleading look Bella casts my way.

Alice watches me blatantly, and her eyes dart between Bella and me.

Shit. She knows.

"She figured it out," Bella explains. "We weren't as clever as we thought in Vegas. She noticed we were both gone."

I raise my eyebrows at Alice. "I saw you drink almost half a bottle of Grey Goose. How the hell did you even know where you were?" I laugh.

"I can handle my liquor," she says primly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You can't say anything, Alice," Bella pleads. "Emmett doesn't know yet, and we want to tell him ourselves."

Alice winces. "Shit, Bella." She looks up at me. "Emmett is gonna kill you."

I blow out a breath, because she's right. "Thanks for the sympathy."

"He'll come around, though. He knows you, Edward. He knows who you are, that you'd never hurt her."

"That's what I keep telling him," Bella says with a grin.

I throw an arm around her shoulder and hope it looks platonic to everyone else. "She's too good for me."

"Shut up. I like you just the way you are." She looks up at me with a sweet smile.

I grin down at her, taking in every detail of this moment. The flush on her cheeks, the thick lashes framing her big, beautiful, brown eyes, the strands of hair that have escaped the intricate style pinned for the wedding, the pink, full lips curved in my favorite smile.

"I like you just the way you are, too."

They're not the words I really want to say, but now isn't the time. Not here, in this room, in front of a hundred or more people. I'm not sure when the time will be right, but it's going to have to be soon. I can't keep it in much longer.

She needs to know how much I love her.

I need to know if she feels the same way.

"I'll leave you two to it. I'm going to find Jasper, and then we're out of here." She waggles her eyebrows at us. "Don't do anything we wouldn't do."

Bella snorts. "Our options are wide open, then."

Laughing, Alice backs away. "You got it." She waves her fingers at us. "Have fun!"

I let my arm slide down from Bella's shoulders, dragging my hand down her arm until I can link our fingers. "I think Rose and Emmett are gone. You ready to go?

She swallows, looking nervous. "Y-yes."

"You sure?" I don't want her to feel pressured.

Determination takes over her expression. "Definitely."

I grin wickedly, as a display of everything I intend to do with her—to her, once I get her alone.

Her eyes go wide and she bites her lip at the corner, then returns my smile tenfold. I have to will back the growing situation in my pants. We plan to leave separately, and she'll meet me in my room. I hand her the key in my pocket, and go in search of my jacket and bow tie. I run into no less than ten drunk people, including my father, who all want to talk about the meaning of life.

After a ten minute conversation about the state of hospital administration—which seems like it takes an hour, Dad asks, "Have you seen your mother? She always wants to stay too long at these things. We've got things to do, you know what I mean?" He winks, and a part of me shrivels. You know which part.

"Not in a while. Maybe she's with Renee. You know how they love to talk." I pat him on the shoulder and turn to leave. "See ya, Dad!"

"Wait, Son!"

I sigh. So close. "Yeah?"

"Saw you talking with Bella earlier. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He winks again, except this time he does that Shooter McGavin thing from Happy Gilmore.

Kill me now. My balls actually try to crawl up inside my body. I'm not even concerned that it seems like Dad (and really, everyone but Emmett) might know about me and Bella, because he might not remember anything tomorrow morning, anyway.

I literally run out of the ballroom. Well, it's more of a slow jog, so as not to be noticed, but I finally manage to make it out alive. I speed up as I head to the elevator, push the button impatiently, and curse when I get inside only to find I need a key to get to my floor.

FuckFuckFuck.

I make a detour to the front desk and spend another ten minutes trying to fend off advances from the female desk attendant. Key in hand, I rush back to the elevator and wait. And wait. The numbers above the doors couldn't be moving any slower. One comes down a few floors, then goes up. The other does the same. Of course, I jab at the UP button repeatedly, because we all know it makes the elevator come faster. I say a quick prayer of thanks when a car finally comes down, and about fifty people spill out. It's like an elevator clown car.

I recognize a few from the wedding, and they tease me for leaving the party so early. I have no idea what they were doing upstairs, but I'm not about to ask. I fake a yawn and wave my key at them, which they must consider an acceptable goodbye. Finally, the doors are closed, key is in the reader, and I'm on the way to my floor. To Bella. The ride takes fucking forever. The car stops on two different floors, but no one gets on. Irritated, I pace the small space anxiously, trying not to develop an acute case of claustrophobia.

I practically burst out the doors when I get to my floor, and jog down the hallway. The closer I get to her, the faster my heart beats. I need to see her, to touch her, to finally be alone with her, after what seems like a lifetime.

I throw the door open as soon as I see that green light flash, and the sight of Bella reclined on the chaise lounge brings a slow, relieved smile to my face. She's reading something on her phone, but tosses it aside when she sees me. All night, I've been keyed up—so much so I'm practically vibrating, and she strips it all away with a single, welcoming smile.

"Hi," she greets softly. Her long legs are crossed at the ankle, and she sits up, ready to come to me.

"Don't move." I soften my request by crossing to her and drawing light fingers up the length of her leg.

Sinking to my knees, I drink in the sight of her, from her purple painted toes, to the curves of her hips and higher. Perfect handfuls fill out the fitted fabric of her dress, which I can't wait to peel from her body. Her lips are pink and flushed, like she's been nibbling them while she waited for me. I can't wait to get my mouth on hers, so I don't. I grip the back of her neck and draw her to me, lips meeting in a kiss that threatens to burn me alive. She moans, and I nip along her bottom lip, then slide my tongue against hers.

Taking control, Bella grips my shirt in both hands and pulls me toward her. I plant a hand on the chaise for balance as I take the kiss deeper, until all we know is lips and tongues and rough, heated breath. We're finally alone, with no interruptions. My mind can barely process it all, especially when the rest of me is consumed by her—the softness of her skin, her scent, the heat of her body next to mine.

I pull away, breathing hard, just to stare down at her. Dark eyes blink up at me, pupils dilated, as if she's under the influence. A small smile pulls at my lips, knowing she looks this blissed out because of me. And we haven't even made it to the good part, yet.

"I thought you'd never get up here," she says, running her hands over my chest.

I laugh, trailing a finger from her jaw down to the neckline of her dress. "Every time I tried to slip out of the reception, someone cornered me. Most of them will probably have hangovers from hell tomorrow."

She rolls her eyes, grinning. "Everyone down there got wasted. Even I was tempted, but I want to remember every. Single. Minute. Of this." Her hands wander lower with every word.

Nimble fingers unfasten my belt and pull at the tab of my trousers. Chuckling, I put a hand over hers. "In a hurry?" I question, my other hand doing some exploring of its own.

"God, yes." Her breath still hasn't slowed, and her heart races under my fingertips.

Her breast, soft and full, fits my hand perfectly. Her nipple presses into my palm, and I pull my hand back to see its outline beneath the thin fabric of her dress. Watching her face, I scrape my thumbnail across her nipple, pleased when she arches her back in a plea for more.

Bella wiggles her hand out from my hold and manages to tug my zipper down, but I can't bring myself to stop her this time. I'm fucking hard as a rock and need some relief. I can handle it. I'm not going to fucking jizz in my pants like a dude from The Lonely Island. I'm not.

All thought flies from my mind when her warm, soft hand wraps around me, squeezing just right, stroking up, with that little twist. Just. Like. That.

"Fuck," I breathe, eyes closed, every single molecule focused on her hand and my cock.

I was wrong. I can't handle it. I am gonna jizz in my pants.

I grab her wrist to still the movements. "Bella, you've got to stop," I pant, gently pulling her hand away.

"But I want to," she argues, her lips pink and pouty.

All I can think about is how good they'd look wrapped around my dick. I've got to distract myself or I'm going to blow it all before she even comes once.

"Oh, I want you to," I say on a breathless laugh, "but it's going to be all over if you don't stop that." All over her pretty dress, most likely.

I move to the end of the chaise lounge and grab her hips, yanking her down to me. She yelps in surprise, but it dissolves into laughter. I slip my hands under her dress, pushing it up above her hips.

"Fucking hell," I mutter to myself, eyes wide at the sight of her in a little, lacy, nude-colored thong that matches her skin tone almost perfectly. It's almost as if she's naked. My fingers curl into fists at her hips and my forehead falls to her bare abdomen. When I gather the strength, I look up at her. "What are you trying to do to me?"

She's still laughing. "Sorry … for not wearing granny panties?"

"If I'd known what was under here…" We both know what I would've done. I would've shoved her into the confessional booth back at the church and fucked both our brains out.

I drag a finger right down her center, smirking when I feel the soaked lace. Hips lifting, her laughter fades away as I pull the fabric to the side and take one long, slow lick. Her pussy is bare, lips just as pink as her mouth. I swirl my tongue around her clit, barely touching. Bella reaches down and grabs my hair, practically shoving my face into her pussy.

"Don't tease me," she all but growls.

I choke back my laughter, sensing it wouldn't be met very well. She's like an angry kitten. In any case, I'm happy to appease her demands.

I kiss her clit like I'd kiss her lips, licking and sucking until she's almost there, then dragging my mouth lower, slipping my tongue inside her. Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, I go deeper. I slide my thumb through her wetness and circle it over her clit, loving her little curses and moans. When I place little sucking kisses along her lips, moving upward, I look up to find her watching me. Hand still clenched in my hair, breathing hard, and staring down at me like I hung the fucking moon. As she looks on, I put two fingers in my mouth, draw them out, and then slowly push them inside her. My tongue comes out to flick at her clit, and her head drops back on a long moan. I match the thrusts of my fingers to the rhythm of my tongue, sucking and flicking, trying to drive her absolutely insane. I curve my fingers and she gets louder, hips meeting my mouth, both hands in my hair now.

"Edward … I…"

Her words are all breath as her body shakes with her approaching climax. I've made her come before, but it's never been like this. I've never been so hard, yet all I want is to make this girl come. Right the fuck now.

I fasten my lips over her clit and suck, flicking the tip of my tongue over her sensitive flesh. Lower, I thrust harder, making sure I hit that spot, and I can feel her tighten around my fingers. I hum against her, and she comes apart with a scream. I think it might have been my name, she clamps her legs around my ears as she comes, so I can't really tell.

I have to pry her legs away so I can breathe. Bella lies flat on the chaise, dress rucked up to her waist, panties askew. Her chest rises and falls with quick breaths, the only sign she's even alive. Her eyes open slowly, grinning up at me as I come up on my knees to check on her.

"You okay?"

A thumbs up is all I get. I wipe the back of my hand over my mouth to cover up my smug grin.

Bella holds her hand out. "Pull me up. I can't move."

I chuckle as I take her hand, drawing her to me, sliding my arms around her waist. I plant light kisses along her neck, up and down, until she grabs my face and pulls me to her lips. The kiss is deep and wet, and I love that she lets me kiss her after I've made her come with my mouth. She wraps her whole body around mine, and there's no doubt she can feel how desperately I want her. I spread my hands over her back and smooth them up to find the zipper of her dress. It slides easily down to the small of her back, and I swear, I get even harder hearing the sound of it. I'm going to be that much closer to finally seeing all of Bella's naked body.

I break the kiss reluctantly, but this is more important. "Arms up," I whisper, dropping one last kiss on her flushed lips as she obeys. I gather her dress and push it up over her head, and toss it somewhere behind me. I stand and pull her with me, holding her out at arm's length to fully appreciate the view. Her bra matches the panties, and I can see the shadows of her nipples through the sheer lace.

"God, you're so beautiful," I murmur, sliding a finger beneath her bra strap and slipping it off her shoulder.

Putting a hand over mine, a wicked smile plays at her lips and she says, "My turn."

Her fingers go to the buttons of my shirt, quickly working them open. I shrug out of the stiff fabric and reach behind my neck to yank my white undershirt off, groaning when she presses her hands to my chest. Her fingers dance patterns over my abs, back up to my pecs, smooth over my shoulders, and map the muscles in my back. She's everywhere at once, driving me out of my mind without even touching the good parts.

Then her mouth joins in.

Light, wet kisses dot my chest; her tongue flicks at my nipples. More kisses, a straight line down as she kneels before me, trails her tongue past my belly button, and nips it with her teeth. Those talented hands spread open my trousers and pull out my dick at the same time as she licks a trail down to meet it. She takes me into her mouth, sparing me from begging. Slowly, she slides down, stroking me with her lips and tongue, hand curled around the base. Faced with the image of her lips wrapped around me, I'm dangerously close to losing it. While I'd love nothing more than to come in her mouth, there's time for that later. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to get myself under control.

The lack of sight only intensifies my other senses: her hot mouth; the soft, wet noises; the friction; the way I can still taste her on my lips; the subtle scent of her perfume. I thread a hand into her hair, needing to feel her moving on me. Holding her head still, I let myself thrust into her mouth gently, and she moans in approval.

"Bella, I—oh, fuck, that feels good."

I finally open my eyes to find her looking up at me, and almost lose it. As gently as I can, I pull her off my cock and pray it's not too late, hope that I don't come all over her face.

"Get up here," I rasp, my throat dry and aching from holding back. Releasing her hair, I pull her up and walk her toward the bed, then playfully toss her on the mattress.

"I was having fun," Bella complains, her smile bee-stung and impish.

I bite my lip to keep from moaning at the sight of those lips — knowing they're swollen from sucking my cock is near torture.

"So was I — too much fun." Shucking off the rest of my clothes, I enjoy the way her eyes widen at seeing me completely naked. I feel thoroughly violated, and I've never been happier to be ogled like a piece of meat.

She sighs. "You're so pretty."

I snort. "Wrong adjective, Bella." I climb onto the bed, hook my fingers underneath both sides of her thong, snap the lace, and toss it away.

Gasping, her eyes dart from my dick to the place where her panties landed and back again. "Wow."

I'm not sure if she's referring to my penis or the fact that I just ripped off her underwear.

"The word you're looking for is manly. Virile. Huge. Adonis-like—"

She puts a hand over my mouth, laughing so hard I can't help but notice the swells of her breasts jiggling above her bra. Avoiding her hand, I pull one of the cups down and suck her nipple into my mouth.

"Oh, God," she moans as I wedge my hips between hers.

I'll take that. Much better than "pretty."

I slide my hands underneath her back to unfasten her bra. Once it's loose, I raise up enough to pull it off and toss it out into the room, then I wrap her in my arms again, mouth teasing her breasts. She tugs her arms free and winds her hands in my hair. Long legs wrap around my waist, which lines us up perfectly. I thrust gently, gliding through her wetness as I look up at her.

We've had the talk, about birth control and clean tests, but I want to give her the choice. For me, simply being with her will feel amazing.

"I put condoms in the bedside drawer."

She shakes her head. "I want you. Just you."

Her hands release my hair and cup my cheeks, pulling me down for a kiss. At the same time, she arches her hips and I start to slip inside. I push in until she starts to tense up, and give her some time to adjust. I know it's been a while for her—for both of us—and I don't want to hurt her. I plan on fucking her as many times as I possibly can while we're here, and I don't want her sore.

I keep my thrusts shallow and slow as we kiss, my hands roaming her body, learning every single spot that makes her squirm in delight. My hips move faster, thrust a little deeper, and she moans.

"Edward," she breathes, breaking the kiss.

I nuzzle her nose with mine and trail a few kisses over to her ear. "Can you take more?"

She nods, her hair brushing my face.

I reach down and hook my arm under her knee, making more room. Bracing my knees on the mattress, I push deep, capturing Bella's cry in my mouth. She clutches at my shoulders, lifts her other leg higher, and meets me more than halfway as I increase the pace. I end the kiss with a soft nip on her bottom lip and raise my head to see her face.

Her eyes are closed, lips parted and curved in a slight smile. Those lids raise, revealing blissed-out brown eyes, and I grin as I fuck her. I push myself up to hover over her, and look down to where my cock strokes in and out, slick with her wetness. I change the angle so I rub against her clit with every thrust.

"Oh my God … that's so hot," she all but moans, drawing my eyes to her face.

She's watching us too, which makes it even better. I love that she likes seeing us like this, as close as we can physically get.

"Mmm … we look so good together, don't we?" I ask her, needing to hear more of her voice.

"So good." She drags her fingertips down my chest and abs, curving her hands around my hips, and pulls me closer. "More. You feel so good inside me."

I dip down to lick and suck at her nipples, and her back arches up to me. I go down on one elbow and give her what she wants, fucking her harder. Kissing my way up her chest and neck, I take her mouth. We're both out of breath, but I can't bring myself to stop. Kissing her, having my tongue in her mouth at the same time as my dick, drives me wild.

She finally pulls away, turning her head to the side as she catches her breath. I place small, nibbling kisses along her jaw, and nibble just below her ear. I can feel her pussy tightening around me, and I know she's close. Letting go of her leg, I slip my hand between our bodies and drag my thumb through the wetness that coats both of us, placing it on her clit. I press down, gently circling. She goes wild, squirming and moaning and breathing my name.

"Come for me?" I whisper into her neck. I already know the answer, but I want to hear her say it.

"Yes! Don't stop," she breathes, clutching at my hips, my back, then grabbing at my hair, and I love it.

I fucking love it all. I love her touch, her sounds, her scent, the way she calls my name, and the way she looks at me like I'm her world. I love the way she feels beneath me, the way she moves, the way her whole body begs for mine. I love her.

All the thoughts racing through my head lets my orgasm creep up on me. Bella feels so good, she's so wet, so hot, so perfect … I can barely hold back. I move my thumb faster, thrust harder, deeper, and bury my head into her neck. Gritting my teeth, I barely hold on until she tenses underneath me, and about pulls a fistful of hair from my head. The sting helps me hold off, because there's no way I'm finishing before she does. My restraint pays off when her pussy ripples around my cock, and her whole body squeezes me. Her arms and legs wrap around me like a python, and she calls my name so loudly I'm sure the people in the rooms next door know who I am.

I follow her over the edge, giving her everything I have, and then I collapse on top of her. When I have the strength, I roll off to the side, taking her with me so I can stay inside her. I'm not ready to separate just yet.

Bella looks at me with a huge grin on her face. "Holy shit."

I can't agree more. It's never been like this for me. Being with Bella takes sex to a level I never knew existed. It's amazing, what happens when you love someone.

"More like holy fucking shit," I tease her, making us both chuckle. Then I kiss the smile off both our lips.

It serves two purposes: one—I get to kiss her, and that's always a win; two—if I don't kiss her, I'm going to let it slip that I love her.

I may have a Y chromosome, but I'm smart enough to know that right after sex is not an appropriate occasion in which to express my love.

But I will. Soon.

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The song mentioned is "Shut Up And Dance" by Walk The Moon. They're great, if you love alt rock.

So… there you have it. UST resolved? Check. As for the other elephant in the room, you'll just have to wait and see...