Since I am full of decent bones (hehe)...here's another one...

~11~

BPOV

His hands were immediately on me and I wasted no time hitching my leg over his thigh when he pressed in close to me. His thick cock pushed against my swollen mound and I cried out in pleasure at the contact, immediately wanting more.

This is wrong, Bella, said the little angel holding onto a lock of my hair. But you want it don't you, Bella? asked the she-devil dangling from my hard nipple.

His mouth found mine as his hand slid from my waist, gripping my ass and squeezing as he started trying to lift me up. I knew if he did, even just a little, then that hardness that was digging into my sex and belly would slip into me and with a shift of our hips we would be fucking.

And believe me, my body and my inner she-devil were screaming yes, hell yes even.

But my mind was very aware that I'd just allowed a total stranger to step into my shower and begin pawing at me.

I at least needed a name for fuck sake! Though I had a hunch I knew who he was.

I reached back and caught his wrist, stopping him from pursuing his plan of lifting me up and untangled myself so I could take a step back. He smiled beautifully at me as he leaned back against the tiled wall, understanding that I needed a minute.

I used the space to peruse my would be lover. His hair was dark and hung down in his face, the strands sticking to his cheeks from the wetness. His skin tone was darker than I was used to, but very delectable. He had a days' worth of stubble on his jaw and I briefly wondered how that stubble would feel against my thighs as those soft looking lips of his enjoyed other parts of me.

"Riley, I presume," I said finally, holding out my hand in introduction.

He nodded and took my hand, bowing, he kissed the back as he murmured, "Ti krasIvaya...?"

The foreign words rolling off his tongue made me tingle in places that I never thought simple speech could reach. He chuckled, pleased with himself, "You are lovely...I am unsure what you wish me to call you. Esme has referred to you as Isabella, yet I have heard the others call you simply, Bella."

"Uhhh...oh! Bella, my name is Bella," I answered, clearly flustered.

"Well, lovely Bella, you must either tell me to go and never look back for fear of turning to a pillar of salt so bewitched am I by your beauty...or you must put me out of my misery and allow me to have my way with you...repeatedly."

Oh my.

Who turns down an offer like that?

"Please...have your way," I choked out, dropping onto the bench seat behind me as he knelt in front of me and let me experience firsthand what that stubble felt like.

Fucking incredible...that's what.

We stayed in the shower until the water ran cold, ensuring that we were both thoroughly clean and orally satisfied. From there, we moved to my bedroom, where we took advantage of the king sized extra fluffy mattress...twice before we fell asleep in each other's arms.

We had done more than just get to know each other physically. When we needed a break, we'd snuggled up close and told each other about our hopes and dreams. Something about us just clicked. The best part...he knew my dirty little secret, and not only accepted it, but approved of it as he had the same secret.

I'd found my voyeuristic soul mate.

Imagine my surprise when he confessed how he'd been following me this weekend. How he'd been hiding in the shadows in the basement and jerked himself off as I jilled off, him watching me watch Alice and Carlisle. He'd given me a play by play of how he'd done it, his fingers stroking my skin, zeroing in on my nipples which he began plucking as he described how hard he'd come just moments after me.

Then he went on to confess that he'd been in the woods with me as well. That he had seen me be a 'naughty girl' and how hard it had been for him to bide his time and come back to wait for me here at the house.

Which had led to his final confession...that he'd used my closet...twice.

Yeah, that had led to our second round. However, where our first round had been heated and desperate, the penultimate lover's first connection, our second time was slower, more sensual as we took our time bringing each other to the edge in a delicious Tango until we finally fell over into the abyss.

He kissed my lips tenderly. He touched me everywhere he could reach. He slid his engorged length deep inside me over and over, knowing just how to move to stroke places inside of me I hadn't known existed for my pleasure.

Finally, fully sated, we'd gone to sleep. His whispered words of 'Happy Birthday, my sweet' the last thing I heard.

The Russian translated means "you are lovely."

One more to go...ya'll want it tonight or tomorrow?