Okay, for those three of you reading my story, I'm sorry it took so long to make this happen. Real life got in the way. But hopefully the sheer volume of this tome will help make up for it. This a LEMON but it comes dangerously close to having a plot, so look out. BTW, spell checking lemons in Word is funny.

I own very little in life. Certainly not Twilight.

COMING HOME- Part Five

It's a few hours later now and we're both awake, having slept off our sex comas and then some. It's been so long since I've slept next to you, smelling your skin, hearing your raggedly loud, ear-drum splitting, bed shaking but still comforting snoring, that I woke up feeling more refreshed than ever. I don't always get the best, most uninterrupted sleep when you're around, but I'd happily trade every hour of quiet, peaceful rest in solitude for an hour next to your buzz saw of a snore. Sleep takes a backseat to your presence. Always.

We've been lounging in bed for a little while, waking slowly, kissing softly. I'm so happy and so grateful to be with you, but in the back of my mind, I am hearing your words, again and again… 'Rest up, Bells. You're gonna need it.' And I'm wondering what you have in mind. And if my body can even handle it. And, most importantly, when the hell you are going to start it up already. Cause you gave me all I could handle before, but I've had some rest now. And we might as well have gone another ten days without each other as far as my body is concerned. I'm as hungry for you now as I was when I walked in the door. But I was the one to set the stage this morning. That means it's your turn now. That's the kind of compromise you make when you are a person who likes to be dominated in bed and you're dating someone who also likes to be dominated in bed. Take turns. Share the load. Share the love. Share the, ahem, whip, so to speak.

I see that you're processing something in your mind as you sit with your arm around me, twirling my hair between your fingers. I'm tempted to make a joke about you thinking and the smoke clouding the room as a result, but again, I'm getting impatient for round two, so I'd rather wait it out than score humor points. After a moment, I'm rewarded for my patience.

"Bells," you start, looking a bit tentative, but determined. A hot combination on your face if ever there was one. "I've been thinking about something."

"Mmmm?" I respond, again resisting the urge to announce my concern over the welfare of your brain during such an action. I don't want to take the chance that any of this stops. Because I know, when you puzzle over something this completely, chances are good it's going to work out well for me in the end. Experience has taught me that.

"Yeah. You know…" here you pause, raking a hand through your hair and I wait, as impatient as I can be while still maintaining a perceived air of patience. "You know, I love going down on you. Slipping my tongue in you," your eyes bore into mine and my breath quickens at your words, "tasting your body's reaction to me." I nod quickly, no longer tempted to tease you, barely able to process thought. I love when you go down on me, too. No one has ever managed to make me come with their tongue the way you do, without exception, every time. Before you, I didn't even know I COULD come during oral sex. I always enjoyed it, but it was always a nice precursor to actual sex. I always felt I needed more pressure than a tongue can provide. Then I met you. Oh, how wrong I was.

"The thing is," you continue, as the hand which had been twirling my hair, moves down, slowly spreading my legs and tracing my lips with one finger, "there is one thing about it that really bugs me."

Some part of my brain is processing this and is maybe a little concerned about what you're going to say next. But most of my brain is focused on the finger which you have now slipped between my lips and is tracing the same path around and around between them. Most of my brain is chanting, "In! In! In! In!" and not hearing our conversation at all.

"What," I manage to breathe and my hips push down toward your finger, which in return starts slowly tracing my clit, so lightly, I can barely feel it.

Your finger moves a little faster, but still light as a feather and your nose buries in my hair, so now your lips are up against my ear. And you whisper the hottest thing you've said… in the last thirty seconds or so. "I hate that when I'm down there, buried between your legs, licking you, sucking you and biting you… I hate that I can't see your face when you come. Your face is so incredible, watching you climb to orgasm and watching you as it explodes all over your body is the hottest thing… I can't even think about it without getting so hard I can barely stand it."

To better illustrate your point, you take my hand and put it on your cock, which is already twitching and pulsing. Matching your finger's speed, I start to stroke it, lightly, softly, glorying in the solidity and the heat in my hand. "I know what you mean. I love seeing your face when you come in my mouth, but I'm usually a little too distracted to really get to see it."

"So, I've been thinking of a solution." you continue, your words separated only slightly by your short gasps, my hand continuing it's good work, increasing my speed every time you increase yours. Mimicking your pressure the same way. "And I think the best thing to do, is film it."

Well, THAT cut through the fog. I take my hand away, sit up straight in bed, suddenly feeling the urge to pull the sheet up and wrap it around my naked breasts.

"Not a chance." I reply. "I'm not mad you asked, I'd rather you ask for anything you want, but not a chance."

"You don't trust me to keep it to myself?" I know you're not pouting. I know you're just asking a question. And I'm still not mad. Just horrified at the idea.

"That's not it at all," I answer, fiddling the sheets with my hands to give me something to look at other than your face. I know what I need to say here, but I don't think I can say it without bursting into tears. At least not while I'm looking at you. "I know it's sexy and I like the idea of seeing the two of us making love, but I am a woman. And I know you love the view of my body when we have sex, but I know that I will find something I don't like about the way I look when we're together and I will fixate on it." The tears have started to prick my eyes now and I open them really wide, hoping not to blink and send them down my cheeks. Talk about not being sexy… But you're so not having that. I knew you wouldn't. You take my chin and force my face up toward yours. And that breaks the levee. Tears roll slowly down my cheeks and you wipe them away as I continue.

"When we make love, I forget about everything except how my body feels. But once I see it, once I know what I look like during sex, that is going to be all I think about every time. I'm going to wonder, are my tits bouncing weird like they did in the video, does my ass really look like that… I won't be able to focus on how I feel anymore because I will only see how I look." I finish, feeling more like a damn girl than I ever have with you. Stupid, emotional girl.

"You misunderstood me," you whisper gently and take me back into your arms. I go, grateful to not have to stare at you while I cry. "I don't mean to film us having sex. I want to set a camera, right there, next to you on the bed table. And I want to set it on a close up of your face. And there it's going to stay. Then, I can take my time, head down in that luscious pussy and explore it… go slowly and be very thorough. I'll make sure not a micro-inch of that mouthwatering, award winning, taster's choice of a pussy is left unattended, before I latch myself onto your clit and suck you like I'm sucking the world's thickest, most delicious milkshake through a straw. Then the camera can capture your face in every moment and I will always have the proof, right there on my camera, that I can make you come harder than any man has. And we both know no other man will ever get the chance, cause that pussy…" here you pull back and look me full in the eye… "that pussy is MINE."

Tears are long gone. Fear, insecurity… completely forgotten. Goodbye girly scaredy cat, hello lust-filled woman. Nothing makes me wetter than you, staking your claim. I knew this pussy was yours the minute I laid eyes on you. I like hearing that you know it too. I like this plan. I even think I might get off on it… I know how much you like turning voyeur, so I know you are going to masturbate to this video every chance you get. And I like the idea that I'll be able to make you come even when I'm not in the room. But I have one condition.

"Are you going to watch it as soon as we're done?" I ask.

"You mean as soon as you come," you growl. "You bet your ass."

"Then I have one stipulation."

"Name it. And quickly." You've already reached over to your nightstand and you're pulling out your camera, starting to set it up on the bed table. I see we've been planning this for some time. And I like that.

"When you watch it, I don't ever want to see the picture, but I do want to hear it."

"Okay…"

"So the best way to do that, is you're going to watch it, while I occupy myself… in other ways," I lift an eyebrow and look down at your cock, which is practically vibrating at this point. I know the moment you catch on, cause your cock jumps visibly. I have to bite back a laugh. Not the right time. But still… kinda funny.

Your voice, when it answers, is pure hot, gravelly, sex.

"Deal." Not funny anymore. Not at all funny. And so, I lunge.

These kisses, unlike this morning, start off like a tornado. We are sucking, we are biting, we are devouring each other. I thought I was turned on before, but it was NOTHING compared to the fire that has spread through my body. Every nerve is SCREAMING at you. I can't stop thinking about what it will be like to suck your delicious cock while hearing myself moaning as you suck my clit. It's like a 69, but better, because I won't be trying to divide my attention between what you're doing and what I'm doing. I can focus on that part of your body that I crave with the world's hottest soundtrack playing in the background.

You stop kissing me long enough to reach over and turn on the camera and even as you do that, I can't keep my lips, my hands, my body from yours. You flip the viewer around so you can see from our side of the camera and then peel me off of you, just long enough to position me in the frame. I keep my eyes averted from the viewer, wanting nothing to distract me from what we are about to do. As soon as I've 'hit my mark' as they say in the biz, you flip the viewer back around and hit record.

And now, we're off to the races. You come back to my lips in a rush, and I bury my hand in your hair, holding you to me, not wanting you to go just yet. I can feel how anxious you are on my thigh and I want to help, I want to take some of the pressure for you, but when I reach my hand down, you grab it by the wrist and pin it above my head. "No touching," you whisper. Good lord, I love it when you get forceful.

Keeping my hands above my head, I watch as you begin heading back down to my breasts, sucking and licking sloppily along the way. Oh, I don't know if I can take another one of those. But I won't find out, cause after a few moments of suckling each nipple, you continue down the center of my body, leaving a trail of tingling nerve endings, trailing your fingers, trailing your tongue, finally reaching your destination between my thighs.

I'm all prepared for you to take your time down there, so it doesn't shock me when you begin by placing a light kiss on my lips, slipping your tongue out just slightly to taste what my body is offering. I'm fighting to keep my hands over my head, for some reason, I just know that's what you want for now, but it's a real battle. I want to latch onto that gorgeous copper hair and pull you up into me so badly, the ache is almost unbearable. But I don't. I wait, pretty impatiently, for you to begin in earnest.

I don't have to wait long. Your tongue peaks out again, licking my dripping lips. I'm so turned on at this point, I must look like Niagara Falls. Someone get this man a barrel and send him over the edge, cause I'm so aroused, I may come without him ever laying a finger on me. A third soft lick touches my lips, only this time, it has a little more force to it, cause your tongue slips in between them, and the texture I feel against the sides of my labia is maddeningly intense.

"Please," I groan. "Oh god, Edward, please!"

You lift your head, looking at me plaintively. "Please what?"

I lift my head off the bed and stare him right in the eye. "For the love of all that is holy. Eat me!"

I lay my head back down, conscious of the camera, but not before I see the plaintive look turn to one of hunger and determination. So I steel myself for what is to come. But I never could have anticipated what actually did.

Your head lowers immediately back between my legs and after a quick nip to first the thigh on your right and then the thigh on your left, you settle into your work. You spread my lips with your fingers and start licking. Your tongue, which never fails to amaze me in the amount of pressure it can apply, is stroking me everywhere. You lick up one side and down the other. Thrust your tongue deep in my pussy and curl the tip, licking inside my body in long strokes. Then back out to lick up one side and down the other again. In the past, you have avoided my clit when licking me like this, but this time, my clit is getting as much contact as the rest of me. It's never enough to really send me over the edge, but it's sure enough to make every inch of me scream in ecstasy.

I can't keep my hands over my head anymore, and I don't care. They drop down to your head at the same time my back arches, my head snaps back and my eyes close. I pull your hair, desperately pulling you in and hearing your grunt of satisfaction. I know you love when I pull that delicious hair of yours.

"Oh! Oh, Edward, oh don't stop, baby, don't stop. So good." I'm not normally all that chatty during oral, certainly not this chatty at any rate, but I am aware the camera is on me, and I want to give you a good show. "Oh, your tongue, baby. So good, so good, don't stop, please, oh so good!"

My words are feeding a fire in you and your licking becomes more focused. The circles around my clit are getting tighter and tighter, the sensations shooting through me again and again. My knees started out over your shoulders, but now they fall open like a butterfly's wings and I hook one of my feet on either side of you, planting them into the mattress just below your armpits. Then I use every ounce of strength I have in my legs, to pull you deeper into me. It's a trick I enjoy and use often. When I can't pull you deep enough with your hair, the hammies that I spend so many hours on at the gym and in yoga pick up the slack.

"Deeper. Please baby, use your fingers."

At this desperate cry, you slide first two, then a third finger into me and start pumping. Fantastic. Just amazingly fantastic. And even better, your tongue finally hones in on my clit, your stubble rubbing against the incredibly sensitive spot just above it. The spot that drives me crazy.

I've forgotten the camera. I've forgotten everything. All I know is sensation. I am awash in bliss. My focus jumps from the unbelievable sweeping motion of your tongue on my clit to the tickling stubble in my sweet spot to the exquisite pleasure of your fingers in my pussy. And I'm so close to coming. I just need one more push and I'll be the one in the barrel going over the edge. And I know just how to make that happen.

"Milkshake, baby. Milkshake."

The suction, as it always does when you perform this mind-blowing act on me, takes my breath away. You truly do latch on and you suck my clit so deep into your mouth, I wonder if I can feel your throat working around me. You switch from deep, heavy unending suction to a series of slow, shorter but more intense sucks. The closer I get to coming, the more I will feel the short ones. I know you are soon going to start sucking in alternating rhythm with your fingers fucking me and before too much time has passed, that's exactly what happens. Fingers thrust, lips slack. Fingers retreat, lips suck. Fingers thrust, lips slack. Fingers retreat, lips suck.

As you repeat this delicious pattern again and I again, I start to moan in rhythm with you. The moans grow louder as the friction increases. As my moans grow, your suction increases. My body starts to thrash and you take one hand and press on my belly to keep me still. But that pressure does a lot more than keep me still. It also presses my g-spot from the outside. Every thrust of your fingers is pressing it from the inside, so what you get when you combine those is a forceful thrust surrounding my g-spot every time. It's astonishing how this affects me and my moan has now become one long, never ending moan/scream/beg.

"Ahhhhhhhh yes yes yes yes yes oooooooooooo don't stop please oh god don't stop I'mgonnacomei'mgonnacomei'mgonnacome"

And before I can say it one more time, I do. My body literally explodes in pleasure. My legs quake, my back arches, my head is thrown back, my mouth is open and I am just screaming. Someone, somewhere is probably going to think I'm being murdered, but I just don't care. My body pulses around you as you keep up your intoxicating rhythm. My pussy floods leaving Niagara on the sheets below me. Every inch of me is awash in pleasure. And now, I can't stop the words tumbling out of my mouth.

"I love you baby, I love you baby, I love you baby, oh god, yes, I love you baby. Oh Edward, I love you."

It goes on and on as you slow your assault on me, licking up my pleasure like a cat licking from his bowl of milk. My breath is coming out in short stutters as I fight to catch my breath, but every time an aftershock wrecks my body, I start to pant all over again. After a few minutes, they slow and then eventually, they stop. I finally relax my whole body, still shivering in the aftermath.

It's only when you make your way back up my body, kissing every inch of skin as you go, and stop when you get to the top of the bed to turn off the camera, that I even remember it's there.

My eyes are closing, but I know I don't want to sleep, not yet. You just did the most amazing thing any man has ever done for me and I want to pay you back. So, fighting off the drowsiness, I grab you by the back of the head and pull you to me, kissing you forcefully.

"Did it record?" I ask. You lean over and rewind the tape, a very dirty smile spreading across your face as you watch the action happen in reverse.

"Oh yeah," you say. And I can hear the lust in your voice.

"Okay. Give me five minutes to catch my breath." I kiss you slowly, deeply and with purpose. "And then, let's see how good a director you are…"

TO BE CONTINUED