Rating: M

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns all things Twilight - I just like to get weird with her characters.

A/N…Much love and thanks to my beta LovinRob for all of her encouragement and hard work on this story! Without her OCD and her cock/pussy thesaurus, this fic would be a hot mess of past and present tense and the word erection used repeatedly…

Many thanks to AmandaC3 for creating the marvelous banner for this story and the Togaward bonus banner. I wouldn't believe it was possible – but she made Rob hotter by wrapping him in pink bed sheets…

So… Who's up for a road trip?

Chapter 18 – Crazy Love

In love. Edward and I are blissfully, passionately, and out of our minds, crazy in love. I can't put my finger on it, but after saying those three words something between us shifted. The intensity of each touch, each smile, and each kiss is exponentially elevated. This is the high. It's the highest high. The high I've been searching for. It's the perfect balance of love, intimacy, and friendship. Surely this is as good as it gets.

It is physically painful to pull myself out of his arms so I can make my lunch date with Karen. I am meeting her at a small restaurant near the hospital while Senior receives treatment. In the meantime, Edward will pick up his parent's Suburban as it is Spring Break and the guys are magically whisking us ladies away to sunny… Vancouver.

As I pull up my leggings, his arms wrap around my waist and he begins sprinkling tiny, reverent kisses down my neck and shoulders.

"Babe, I gotta go…" I squeal as his hands slide up to cover my breasts.

Edward hums audibly in my ear, squeezes my jugs once more and then releases me with one last loud kiss on the cheek. "Fine. We'll pick you girls up at three o'clock."

I nod and turn around to give him one last smooch good-bye, which naturally turns into a 10 minute groping session - not that I have a problem with that.

~~IYR~~

Although Mike spilled the beans on my new boyfriend, I am still quite nervous to see Karen. Her being a mother figure to me is no exaggeration. I see her immediately as I arrive at the restaurant. She is up and has me in her arms within seconds. There is just something about a mother's embrace. I let her warmth wash over me as memories flood my mind. She and I drinking hot chocolate at the football game as we cheer for Mike. Her careful instruction as she teaches me how to sew a simple hem. Her beaming smile as I receive my diploma and her teary eyes as she pulls away from dropping us off at college.

We get right down to business, catching up on small town gossip. Evidently, old Mrs. Cope let the cat out of the bag about the newest town scandal after getting loaded at the VFW Fish Fry. Mrs. Cope is the President of the Forks Gardening Club, the treasurer and secretary of the Forks Soroptimists Club, and all around Perez Hilton of the Pacific-Northwest. Apparently, after a few cans of Vitamin R, the cold beverage of choice for any self-respecting citizen of Forks, Washington, Mrs. Cope let it slip that old Dr. Gerandy is playing doctor with a young miss who isn't his missus. Allegedly, my father, the chief, had to break up a domestic disturbance at the Gerandy residence. And by disturbance I mean Dr. Gerandy being beaten about the head and neck with a coffee pot on his front lawn.

She tells me all about the treatment that Senior is receiving and how wonderful and attentive Dr. Eleazar and Dr. Aro's staff are towards him. Dr. Aro is taking over his treatment for the next few weeks as Dr. Eleazar is on holiday in Europe. She tells me again how grateful she is that they are able to work with their practice and with a quirked brow she sips her iced tea; I know that she's about to poke the elephant in the room.

"So, Mike tells me that you and Edward are official now." She says as she pulls her lips into a sly side smile.

I can feel my face flush with happiness and just a hint of unease. I can't help the smile that crosses my face when I think of him. Since I am not sure it's entirely appropriate for me to gush all about my new boyfriend to my ex-boyfriend's mom, I go the less articulate route with a shy head nod.

She takes another sip of her tea and places it down gently and reassuringly pats the back of my hand on the table. "I am happy for you, Bella."

"Thanks." I say softly before taking a sip of my water.

"Mike tells me that he is a pre-med student." She prompts encouraging me to open up.

"He is. He thinks he wants to be a surgeon, but is unsure if he will specialize or not." I reply.

She must be able to tell that I am ready to burst at the thought of talking about the boy I love – so I do. I tell her how wonderful and smart and loving he is. I speak enthusiastically about how much I adore Dr. Cullen and Esme. At the mention of the good doctor, she wags her eyebrows up and down, making us both bust up in giggles. I must be smiling like a lunatic because she sits back in her seat and crosses her arms over her chest smiling at me knowingly.

"Mike is right, it is written all over your face."

And speaking of lunatics… I take the opportunity to get the attention off of my mad, hot love life and turn the focus to Mike.

"So did you meet Jessica, yet?"

She smiles warmly. "Oh yes, we met Jess. As a matter of fact, she set up a lunch for us after our initial consult visit. She came armed with goody bags for each of us with things to keep us occupied during treatments. She won Senior over right away with a bunch of outdoorsmen books and magazines and a huge supply of girl-scout cookies. Bella, you know what the man can do to a box of Thin Mints. I swear there were stars in his eyes at the assortment."

I laugh because the man really can eat his weight in cookies. Well played, Miss Stanley, well played.

"She's good for Mike." She continues musing aloud. "She's a bit over the top, but she pushes him in a good way, you know?"

"She makes him crazy happy." I say with a nod and a grin, trying my hardest not to put an emphasis on the way I say crazy.

And with that, we end our lunch and head over to the hospital for a quick visit with Senior.

~~IYR~~

Senior is in excellent spirits. He is chatting animatedly as we play catch-up and a heated game of cribbage. He looks a lot thinner than when I saw him at Christmas, but his smile is still as contagious as ever. I feel kind of bad that I haven't been back to Forks since I started dating Edward. Maybe I should introduce him to the Chief. Charlie will be tickled pink to do his whole 'I have a shotgun and a shovel and no one would miss you' speech again.

I begin to get my stuff together and say my goodbyes since Tanya will be here shortly to pick me up. I hug Senior first and try not to tear up when I feel just how much thinner he is. I turn and hug Karen, squeezing her tightly. I guess I am more like Esme than I thought because I think I make her say 'ow'.

"Now don't be a stranger, sweet girl." She whispers in my ear.

"I won't. I'll come see you guys soon." I promise.

Just as I turn to exit the room, two men walk in. The first, who I assume is Dr. Aro by his white lab coat and shiny stethoscope, greets us warmly with the creepiest fucking smile I've ever seen in my life.

"How's my favorite angler feeling today?" He asks Senior without looking up from his chart.

Oh God, a fisherman. There are five things that Senior loves more than anything in the world - the Lord, his family, Girl Scout Cookies, Morgan Freeman and all things pertaining to fishing. Senior's face lights up as he begins to inquire how the good doctor's fishing trip went and if he used the lures he told him about. The doctor steps forward to go around to the other side of the bed and as he moves, I am certain that surprise and an equal amount of disgust color my face as I see Alec there with a creepy grin to rival Dr. Aro's smile.

"Mike, Karen, this is my son, Alec that I've told you about. He is pre-med over at the University of Washington." Dr. Aro announces proudly before explaining. "He's here to take his old man out to lunch."

He rearranges his features to show a more earnest expression and gives a one shouldered shrug as if to say 'aw shucks'. I don't even try to hide my epic eye roll and head out the door.

"Good to see you, Bella!" Alec calls after me like the kiss-ass he is.

Without even turning around, I give him a curt wave as I high-tail it out to the hallway. I internally chastise myself for not having the balls to just flip him the bird.

As I near the hospital exit, I recognize a familiar face. Emily Uley, my old babysitter is standing near the hospital registrar's office. She's a nurse and her husband, Sam, is an EMT here at the hospital. In early January, they adopted a sweet little boy named Embry. I remember being ecstatic for them and baked a cake to celebrate his 'Gotcha Day' the day the adoption officially went through. Their connection to him was instant; still to this day I get goose bumps when I think about the sparkle in Embry's eyes when he realized he had a 'forever family'. I make a note to self to find out Edward's adoption date and if his family celebrates his Gotcha day. Unfortunately, Emily has a patient with her so we are not able to catch up, but I give her a smile and a wave and mouth the words "call me" to which she nods excitedly.

Ever the punctual ones, Tanya and Rose are waiting patiently at the hospital entrance. Tanya's little tricked out Civic is vibrating. I smile and start nodding my head as I remember our Soundtrack songs playlist. Currently, Lustra's Scotty Doesn't Know is playing. This makes me laugh because I am pretty sure that EuroTrip was the very first rated R movie I ever saw in a theater. Rose and I snuck in at a theater in Port Angeles. What can I say; sometimes it feels good to be bad…

I notice that Tanya is not heading back to the dorms so I throw her a questioning eyebrow in the rearview mirror. She smiles and crinkles her nose. This can't be good.

"Where are we headed, T?" I ask nervously.

"We are picking up a few last minute items." She says innocently which immediately makes me suspicious.

I sit back and watch as the scenery goes by. I am not going to complain – I have three days and two nights straight with Edward to look forward to.

"We're here." Tanya sing-songs and I believe I hear Rose give a small squeal. I look out the window and notice we are parked in front of a store called Babeland. I roll my eyes, how did I not see this coming?

"Um, Edward is picking us up at three – do we really have time to shop for adult toys, dolls?" I ask looking both ways praying that no one sees me entering this establishment. Gosh I am such a pussy.

"Don't worry Bella; I am just picking up a special order. We will be in and out." Tanya says with a sly grin.

"Maybe you should pick up something for you and Edward." Rose suggests evenly as she starts eyeing a wall of vibrators. "I am sure he would love a night or two of kinky hotel sex."

I scoff and give her an eye roll.

"Fine Prudence McPrude, you guys can sit there and hold hands and watch re-runs of the Golden Girls while Tanya and I blow our men's minds." She says without taking her eyes off of the two vibrators she has in her hands, carefully comparing the features like the conscientious consumer she is.

My inner whore looks aghast and swings her gaze to me expectantly as if she's saying 'I will not stand for this'. Challenge accepted, Rosalie Hale. Game on.

I start perusing the boutique. I will give Tanya credit; she always does it up right. No seedy adult stores that smell like bleach and incense for us classy ladies. I make my way back and stop at the S&M section looking at some of the extreme to downright scary merchandise. I find the whole concept of BDSM absolutely fascinating, though I don't think I could ever do that in reality. Could I? Hesitantly, I reach out and grab the little box of kinky fun. I look behind me to see if Tanya and Rose are watching me. When I see they aren't I scurry over to the counter and pay for my purchase. I strut over to them with my Babeland Boutique bag proudly swinging from my arm. Take that, Hale!

~~IYR~~

With only five minutes until the boys come to get us, Tanya and I are packing frantically. I swear I don't see an actual item of clothing go into Tanya's suitcase, only lingerie. I could be wrong, but it is still cold up there, unless they don't plan on leaving the room, which I wouldn't put past them either.

I receive a text from Edward, letting me know that they are downstairs and asking if we need help with our luggage. I text him to let him know that we can manage and we will be down shortly. We do one more check to see that we have everything and head out.

Edward loads our luggage into the back of the Suburban. His eyebrows rise when he sees the number of Babeland boutique bags making the trip to Vancouver with us. Rosalie and Tanya get into the very back of the car, while Chocolate Thunder and Emmett take the middle so they can play Halo on the PS3 all the way there.

"Ready?" Edward asks as he takes my hand in his.

He is looking at me so intensely, makes me think that he has a little something in mind for us tonight as well. I nod and smile and giggle a bit when he places a soft kiss on the back of my hand before he pulls out into the street.

As Edward merges onto I-5, Tanya clears her throat and pulls out a notebook.

"Boys and girls, we are all friends here correct?" She inquires.

Edward and I nod before he gives me a look that says 'where is this going?' I give him a shrug because who knows, it's Tanya.

"Good. Then as my friends, I need your help on something. I am going to ask some questions, I need you to answer as honestly as possible. Some of the questions will be for the girls and some are for the guys and some are for the couples in general.

I close my eyes in preparation for the most uncomfortable two-hour car ride in the history of the world. If it was just the girls, I am sure I could answer the questions easily without stuttering and blushing. But I didn't want Em and Chocolate Thunder to know all about my sexual proclivities.

"Okay, ladies first. Bella and Rose, please describe your perfect dildo or vibrator and/or combination." She requests professionally.

Fortunately Rose fields this question first. "I prefer my dildo to be at a minimum 7 to 9 inches long and a good size girth. I like when they are silicone and lifelike because they are a bit easier to put in, you know. I used to have one that had little nubs for clitoral stimulation, but I always had to work extra hard to get it directly on my clit. So I got rid of it."

"Yeah, then she met me and hasn't had to use the plastic peen since." Emmett brags giving Ty a fist bump and nodding his head.

I don't have to see it, I feel Rose's eye roll from the back of the car. "Anyway, like I was saying..." She continues.

I tune out, grateful that Rose is so into talking about her sex toy preferences. I don't know much about my preferences, other than I prefer Edwards to anyone or anything else. I smile and squeeze his hand a little. He never takes his eyes off the road, but somehow I think he knows what I am thinking. He is like a mind-reader sometimes.

"Okay, Bella. Please describe your perfect dildo or vibrator and/or combination." She asks as she scribbles some notes into the cock prototype notebook I found months earlier.

"Um..." I begin nervously, looking to Edward to stop this insanity. He tucks his lips into his mouth, trying not to smile at my discomfort. Coward.

"I don't know, dick shaped I guess." I answer hoping that this will satisfy her.

She looks up from her notebook and narrows her eyes. "Can you elaborate, please?"

I give her a pleading look, begging with my eyes not to make me discuss this aloud. Apparently our Jedi mind shit is on the fritz because she huffs in annoyance and launches into this explanation of sex toy-centric descriptors.

"What is your preference on girth, size, length, and material? Do you like it stiff, soft, ribbed, veiny, or smooth? Do you like it stationary or do you like it to vibrate? If you like it to vibrate, about what setting do you go with during your typical masturbation session? Do you prefer balls on your dildo? Do you enjoy dildos with any type of clitoral and/or anal stimulation? Do you prefer chopped cock or do you enjoy a little turtleneck on the knob?"

My eyes go wide and my face is hot. I am pretty sure I don't mean to blurt out what I do next, but my head and my mouth appear to be disconnected. "People don't put turtlenecks on their pee-pees..."

As soon as it leaves my mouth, I cover said mouth with my free hand and look straight ahead. I can feel Edward's hand trembling as I am sure he is dying with silent laughter.

"No…" Tanya begins gently as if she is talking to a four year old. "Foreskin, Bella. Do you like for your dildos to have foreskin?"

Oh, of course. "Um, no, I don't think so." I answer quietly. "Hey, can I just fill out a form or something?"

Suddenly Edward whips his head around to me with a sneaky smile. "But where's the fun in that?"

Note to self, junk punch Edward at some point this weekend.

"Oh Edward, I am so glad you are willing to do this. It was your mom's idea and she helped me put this survey together. She also gave me some great feedback and quite a bit to think about." Tanya informs Edward gratefully, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he looks as though he is about to vomit.

I can't help but smile broadly. Note to self, cancel Edward's junk punch. The visual Tanya just gave him is far more upsetting.

Finally, after the longest 2 hours and 45 minutes of my life, we pull up to the L'Hermitage Hotel. It's a beautiful boutique style hotel. According to Tanya, it is very posh and central to a bunch of shopping and entertainment.

Em, Edward and Chocolate Thunder go check us in, while Tanya, Rose and I lounge with our luggage in the lobby. Tanya confirms our reservations with the hotel restaurant Q4 'al centro'. We have about an hour and a half to shower and dress before meeting back up.

Edward and I discuss the plan on our way up to our room. We agree to sleep for 30 minutes before we start getting ready as we are both physically and mentally exhausted after Tanya's impromptu focus group session.

Edward unlocks and opens the door to the room, ushering me in and grabbing my luggage. The room is absolutely beautiful. Tanya was right; this place is the height of elegance and sophistication. Everything in it screams luxury. I am not going to lie, I could get used to this. I kick off my shoes and I pull back the duvet. As I lay down on the silky sheets, I hear Edward drop our bags and come up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist.

"Do you like the room?" He asks as he swipes my hair from my shoulder and places his lips at the base of my neck.

"Mmm hmm," I sigh as I roll over and place my cheek against his chest.

We sleep soundly for a good hour and then have to scurry to get ready in time for dinner. Unfortunately there is no time for sexy times during our shower, although Edward does promise to take me under the rain fall shower head at some point over the weekend.

Edward steps out of the shower just as I finish blow drying my hair. I am wearing the wrap dress and heels I wore on his birthday. I can feel his eyes on me as he towels off. As I begin to place my hair into a low bun on the back of my neck I feel Edward come up behind me pulling up my dress.

"Baby, we have reservations." I protest unconvincingly as he spreads my legs with his knee.

His hands run up my torso and slip under my dress to cup one of my breasts. His nose is buried in my hair, inhaling as he explores my body.

"Baby, I have plans for us tonight." I try to reason, it sounds weak even to my ears.

I can feel him smile against the shell of my ear and his erection pressing against my back.

"Plans, huh?" He asks but then leans closer and drops his voice an octave."Are you gonna be my dirty girl, Bella?"

A shiver runs through my entire body as I watch us in the mirror. Those hands, that voice, his lips – it's all too much. I reach into my make-up bag and drag my lipstick across my lips and pucker with a pop, never taking my eyes off of his.

I turn to face him, kiss the side of his mouth and purr, "You have no idea."

I feel pretty bad ass as I walk away, the click of my heels and his uneven breathing are the only sounds in the room. This dinner cannot get over fast enough.

~~IYR~~

We are only five minutes late for our reservation but not shockingly are the first ones to arrive. I glance at Edward and smile. He is gorgeous to say the least and I swear that his hair is a work of art. It should be since he spent fifteen minutes creating that intentional perfect disarray of a coif.

Tanya and Tyler mosey in, Tanya of course wearing her signature 'I just hit that' smile. Rose and Em follow shortly after although their vibe is less 'I just hit that' and is more 'I'd like to smack the shit out of that' towards each other. Rose is at about a level 7 on the bitch scale and Emmett looks like his 'give a damn' is busted. The tension at the table reaches a fever pitch when Rose receives a text and starts chuckling and smiling.

"Can you tell your friend Royce that you are having dinner with your boyfriend and can't chat right now?" Emmett asks as he throws down his napkin.

"Sure thing baby. I will tell him that just as soon as you tell the hippo that you aren't interested in spotting her with her squat thrusts." Rose replies with a condescending sneer.

Emmett rolls his eyes in annoyance. "For the fucking millionth time, Rose. Irina, Chelsea and I are just friends. They aren't interested in me at all."

Tanya, who at this point has had two gin and tonics, leans over to give me the skinny. "Okay so Irina is Hungry Hungry Hippo and Chelsea is Monkey Boobs."

"Orangutan tits." Chocolate Thunder corrects as he takes a sip of his drink. Tanya nods a 'thank you' to him and gives Edward and me a 'you're welcome' wink.

"How come I can't have friends, Emmett? You can be friends with girls who have no respect for boundaries, why can't I?" She volleys crossing her arms over her chest indignantly.

I think everyone at the table is wearing the same shocked expression when it's Edward who responds to her inquiry.

"Because Royce is a really fucking bad guy, Rose" He spits angrily.

Rose turns her glare in Edward's direction, but Edward's resolve doesn't diminish in the least.

"I am serious. Just, don't get caught up with him. Or anyone he is fuckin' associated with." He warns seriously before downing the rest of his drink.

Thankfully, our food comes and the rest of the meal is relatively quiet. We discuss plans for tomorrow as each couple is going off on their own and we will all meet up for dinner and drinks in the evening. Tanya and I opt to each order a couple of desserts to share. The cannoli trio is absolutely delicious and I can't help but hum with every mouthful. I feel Edward wrap his arm around me and his other run up my knee and under my dress.

"Box up the dessert and bring it back to the room." He instructs with his lips at my ear.

I close my eyes and wrap my lips around another piece. In a flash his hand is out from under my dress and is clasped over my wrist. He takes my hand and places it directly over his massive erection.

"Now, Bella." He orders me, quiet but firm.

Check please.

Edward and I say our goodbyes once the check is paid and bid everyone a good evening. I swear we practically sprint to the elevator. I don't even think the doors are closed before he is pinning me against the wall, kissing me hard. He fumbles with the key card as I lick and suck on his throat and rub his shaft through his pants. Once he gets the door open, Edward ushers me into the room and starts unwrapping my dress.

"Wait." I breathe, "Baby, wait. I… I got something for us to try."

"Oh yeah?" He asks as he pulls my bra cup down and begins lightly flicking my straining nipple.

I press and push on his chest lightly. "Baby, I bought some stuff that we can use on each other, I mean, if you'd like to, that is. I just need to go get ready."

He steps back and nods as I grab my overnight bag and head to the bathroom. I can hear him rummaging around out there, doing God knows what. I am so nervous, what if he thinks I am a closet freak. As I position my breasts in my bra, I take the cowards way out and tell him where he can find the goodies.

"Baby, take a look in the Babeland bag in the closet. I thought it would be fun to take turns using it on each other."

I take a look at myself in the mirror in the cute little bra and panties set that I found on sale last weekend on a nightmare six hour long shopping trip with Alice. I gotta say I look pretty damn good as I inspect myself from every angle.

Knock, knock.

"Bella."

Knock, knock.

"Bella."

Knock, knock.

"Bella."

"Yes Sheldon?" I reply as I roll my eyes and laugh at his Big Bang Theory bit.

"Can you come out here for a… For a moment?" He stutters nervously.

I wrap myself in a robe, and cautiously open the door as I am not sure where the hot blooded horny boy I love went. I peek out and Edward is running his hand through his hair anxiously. He is shirtless, clad only in long black cotton lounge pants. His bare feet are peeking out from under the pants. He looks fucking mouthwatering. He's holding the Babeland bag in his hand and eyeing me warily.

"Uh, I'm not into this." He admits timidly.

"Oh…" I say, unable to meet his eyes out of pure embarrassment. "Um. I'm sorry. I just thought that we would have fun, you know, taking turns or whatever."

After about a minute of silence, I finally look up and notice the confusion that clouds his face.

"Bella, I am not sure when you got the impression that I would ever be interested in you using a King Dong Dildo on me." He states matter-of-factly as he pulls out a gigantic plastic peen.

My eyes widen and I let out a huge guffaw. This thing is massive, at least 15 inches long and 2 or 3 inches wide.

"That's not mine. It's probably Tanya's." I say giggling, topping it off with a sexy snort.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead reverently. I bring my arms around his waist and hug him tightly. As I do, I notice that he has candles all around the room and soft music playing in the background. It is so romantic and perfect.

"Okay," I say releasing him. "Go knock on their door and ask her to see if she has my bag. If not, Rose should have it for sure."

He looks at me warily shaking his head in the negative.

"Why not?" I ask incredulously, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What if they are in the middle of something, I think I've had my fair share of being walked in on. I don't want to even chance seeing… them." He replies, all grossed out.

"Edward." I say and cluck my tongue at him. "Your vagina is showing. March down there and switch the bag, unless you want me to use the King Dong Dildo on you."

"Bell-a," He whines my name as if that is going to lessen my resolve.

When he sees that it's not going to work, he appeals to my fondness for fairness and a game of chance. "Fine, we will rock, paper, scissors to see who goes."

His eyes are pleading and I really can't resist an opportunity to actually beat Edward at something, even if it is as insignificant as a game of rock, paper, scissors.

"Alright, let's do this. Ready?" I ask.

He nods as we begin the chant in unison. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

"HA!" I yell raising my arms victoriously. "Paper covers rock, now get to steppin'!"

"No, no, no! Best of three." He says, readying his hand again.

This is something that I've come to learn about Edward. He hates to lose. Failure is just not an option for him. If he has his way, we will be rock, paper, scissoring all night long, like Lionel Ritchie.

I roll my eyes, grab the bag and storm out the door. Tanya and Ty's room is all the way down the hall. On the way down I pass Emmett and Rose's room. It sounds like they are kissing and making up. Or should I say fucking and making up. I hear a large piece of furniture slamming repeatedly against the wall and Rosalie screaming 'harder Em, harder'. Yep, I think all is forgiven.

As I reach Tanya's room, I can hear the very end chords of Rose Royce's 'I Wanna Get Next to You'. Cringing, I knock quickly, hoping that I don't interrupt their hot, lovin' relations.

"Just a second." Tanya says and I am immediately relieved that she doesn't sound terribly winded and/or in the throes of passion.

I cover my eyes as she opens the door. There are two things Tanya loves more than anything, cocks and nudity. Fortunately, she is rocking the same robe that I am sporting.

"Um… I think this may belong to you." I say as I hand the bag to her.

She smiles broadly as she inspects the contents of the package. "Oh thank goodness, we would have missed this. Here, let me go see if we have yours. Wanna come in?"

Pass. "Uh, no, um… Edward's waiting for me." I manage to stutter out still in shock over her 'we' would miss this comment.

She glances into a bag as she makes her way back to the door, giggles a little and gives me a wink. "I am sure he is…"

I wag my eyebrows at her, take my bag and start speed walking back to our room. As I reach our door, I pause to get my nerves under control. I have to knock since I ran out of our room without a key. He opens the door smiling and pulls me into the room. Shutting the door behind me, he places his hand under my hair at the base of my neck and pulls me close to him, kissing me softly on the forehead.

With his other hand, he gently runs his fingertips down my throat and over my torso until he reaches the tie to the front of my robe. His eyes meet mine and he gives me a sexy side smile as he pulls the belt open. I close my eyes as I think back to the night in my dorm when he worshipped me reverently against the door.

I can feel my heart beat quicken and my cheeks heating. I try to stifle my small moan by biting my lip, but to no avail. He knows exactly what I am thinking about. I feel his lips against my ear and his hand gripping the handle of the bag.

"What do you have in mind for tonight, my Bella?" He asks in a low voice that resonates in every single nerve ending in my body.

I release my hold on the bag as he takes it and begins slowly walking towards the bed. I close my eyes as he reaches into the bag and pulls out the contents. I can hear him place the box on the bed. After several seconds I glance up to gauge his reaction. He has his back to me, but I can see him running a finger over the Kinky Sex Slave kit. The kit contains four restraints, a blind-fold and a feather. The silence in the room is drowning out the soft music he has playing. His lack of a reaction is making me so nervous; I can feel my face flushing again, this time with embarrassment.

After several seconds more, he raises his hand in the air and beckons me over with a finger. I bite my lip and walk over to him as confidently as I can. I stand a few inches behind him and stare at the kit as I am still too nervous to meet his eyes as he begins to circle me slowly.

Grabbing the robe and gently pulling it down my shoulders; I can feel his warm breath on my shoulder as it hits the ground in a pile at my feet.

"Hmmm…" He breathes deeply.

"Bella, Bella, Bella. You are always so full of surprises." He muses as he continues circling. "You never do what I expect."

Standing in front of me now, he lightly places his hand on my neck and leans forward to kiss me deeply. Our tongues touch and tangle as his mouth claims mine. I am practically panting as he breaks the kiss and begins circling me once more. He stops behind me again and gathers my hair into his hands and places it over my left shoulder. Skimming the right side of my neck with his soft lips, he runs his fingertips all the way up from my wrists to my bra straps.

"I love that about you, Bella." He whispers as he begins drawing each strap down my arm, before running his hands across my back to begin undoing the hooks. "You always keep me guessing."

Turning around me once more he runs his finger from my back, over my bicep, and to the center of my chest. Pausing to give me a playful smirk, he hooks said finger onto the front of my bra and pulls it down until it drops to the floor as well. A shiver runs through me as his eyes and his hands begin to roam over my body. He thumbs the sides of my panties and pulls them down slowly, peppering small kisses and swipes of his tongue down my chest and stomach. His eyes never leave mine, gazing intently as he goes. I can't help myself as I put my hands in his hair as he makes his way back up my body until we are once again face to face. He places his thumb on my lower lip pressing it back and forth.

"Are you going to be my good girl tonight, Bella?" He asks, clearly challenging how serious I am about our little game of role playing.

I suck his thumb into my mouth, biting gently as I slowly shake my head no. His coy side smirk lets me know that is exactly what he wanted to hear. He leans in and places his lips against my ear.

"Good." He whispers with a hint of satisfaction and excitement in his voice, just as he spanks me loudly. "Now lie down on the bed and close your eyes."

I climb into the bed slowly, making a show of being on my hands and knees. Once I reach the headboard I turn around and lie down with my hands at my sides and close my eyes. I can hear him pulling the contents of the box out and the tearing of the velcro on the restraints. He's moving around the room for some reason. At first I hear him fiddling with his iPhone, and then I am not 100% sure, but I think I hear him open the door to the mini fridge. It can't help but open one of my eyes to sneak a peek. I know I've been caught once I feel him kneel on the bed.

"No peeking, Isabella." He chastises firmly as he slips the blindfold over my eyes.

In an instant my senses heighten. I can hear everything. The flicker of the candles around us, the rough want in Otis' voice as he sings 'These Arms of Mine', and the steady breaths that Edward takes to keep himself calm, collected and in total control.

Straddling my torso, he places the cuffs around each of my wrists and gently places both of my arms straight up over my head. He secures the restraints to the bed and then checks to make sure the cuffs aren't too tight against my wrists. Such a considerate lover…

I can feel his eyes on me as he runs his hands down my arms and back down to my chest. His cock twitches and stiffens further as it lies in the valley between my breasts. I can't help myself as I arch my back, silently begging him to do something, anything to me.

The boy must read minds or is a quick study at the very least because he immediately bunches my tits together around him and slowly begins to thrust, gently. I fully intend to write a strongly worded thank you letter to the makers of the Sony Playstation 3 because his thumbs are working my nipples expertly. I can only attribute his talent to the numerous hours of playing Madden and Halo and Call of Duty.

I am trying desperately to control my breathing and swallowing my moans as the sensations of his touch and sounds overwhelm me.

"You like that, don't you baby?" He asks, I swear I can hear the naughty smirk in his voice.

I nod mechanically as I continue to squirm beneath him. He thrusts a few more times, each faster in succession and then he stops as he climbs off of me and the bed all together. Getting my ragged breathing under control I struggle to hear what he is doing. I can feel his eyes on me, like he is circling again. After a few minutes, he finally kneels next to me on the bed.

"Open your mouth, Isabella." He orders firmly.

So I do, I open wide, fully expecting his length to fill me, but no. My dirty boy is full of surprises as I feel his finger on my tongue, covered in chocolate from my cannoli.

"You drove me fucking crazy tonight eating this." He says as I suck his finger loudly. "The entire time you were eating this, I thought about what I wanted to do to you."

Hmm… Methinks he is baiting me… "Tell me." I beg desperately. "Show me."

I feel a slight movement on the bed. I nearly jump out of my skin as I feel him spread a dollop of chocolate over my nipple. His mouth covers my breast in an instant providing the most delicious contrast from the warmth of his tongue and the chilly cold of the filling. Licking and sucking the entire area clean, I have to bite my lip to silence a scream when he smears another scoop over its twin. He smiles against my skin as he runs his tongue across my chest to mimic his actions on the other breast.

I thrash and writhe as he flattens his tongue and takes long sweeping swipes over my aching nipple. Teasing me now, he begins to alternate drawing each one into his mouth to suck it roughly and releasing it only to blow on it softly. It's magnificent and maddening. He pauses briefly and somehow I just know that he is watching me, relishing it as he brings me to the brink of ecstasy. His cold, creamy finger traces down my torso as his tongue follows drawing nearer and nearer to my center.

I can feel him hovering just above where I want him most. My legs tremble slightly in anticipation. I pull against my restraints as I try to sink lower on the bed, preferably right onto his waiting lips. I hear him reach for something on the floor, some sort of container with a bag in it maybe. I can't be sure. He lowers his face to my pussy again and places a small soft kiss against my clit. His lips are chilly and I wonder for a split second if he had eaten some of the cannoli as well.

I don't have time to get caught up in the thought because I feel Edward open his lips against me and his icy tongue makes contact with my sensitive nub, sucking it into his cold waiting mouth.

I audibly suck in a huge breath and exhale with a long and loud moan.

His tongue assaults me as it flicks and swipes and dances all around, leaving me a quivering mess in its wake. His fingertips rub up and down my thighs, pinning me down every once in a while as I arch my spine and press my pelvis into his face in desperation.

"Fuck. You're delicious, baby doll." He mutters before diving back in for more.

He continues to wind me up for several minutes with his tongue making several passes over my entrance. I struggle against my restraints, pleasantly surprised that I feel the velcro crack open slightly as I pull. I shudder and shiver as he buries his face further into me. I'm right there – so very close. Its building, the burning deep inside of me. His hands press harder against my thighs trying to keep my legs from wrapping around his head. Thank goodness he is strong enough to pin them down; I surely wouldn't be able to live with myself if I accidentally crushed his skull between my legs or God forbid suffocated him.

Suddenly, his iPhone starts going off. At first I think it is an incoming call, but then I realize it's his alarm. All movement below stops. I am surprised as he places a chaste kiss on my lips and removes my restraints.

"Edward, what are you doing?" I ask breathlessly and albeit confused as he pulls the blindfold off of my eyes.

"Time is up." He says with a smile. He must notice my baffled expression as he carefully elaborates for me. "You said you wanted to take turns. It's been twenty minutes; I figured you would want to take a turn."

Turns? I don't know whether I want to kiss him for being so considerate or punch him in the throat for cockblocking me.

I quickly decide that I'm game, so I kneel next to him to slip the blindfold over his head and begin to secure his wrist in the restraints. Once I have him properly positioned, I climb off of the mattress and begin circling the bed. I notice he has a teasing, cocky smirk in place. It is as though he is daring me to make a move. Tsk tsk Edward.

I grab the remaining two restraints from the floor, spread his legs and wrap the restraints around each of his ankles. I crawl to him on the bed and put my lips to his ear.

"Enjoying yourself, Edward?" I ask seductively.

He smiles wider and licks his lips. "Immensely."

"You aren't nervous lying here completely naked and vulnerable?" I question, softly running my fingertip over his Adams apple and down his chest.

He shakes his head in the negative with his smug grin still in place before letting out a humorless laugh. "Do your worst, baby doll!"

I pull his earlobe into my mouth and suck it briefly before I get on all fours hovering to the side of him. "I was hoping you would say that."

And with that little retort, I lightly rake my fingernails down his chest and along his pubic bone causing Edward to wriggle and fidget. Not so confident now are ya' pal?

I notice his pants neatly placed on the arm of the couch with the shiny silver buckle of the leather belt still attached. I grin evilly as I hop off the bed and scurry over to grab it. I pick up the pants and watch as he strains to listen and figure out what I am doing. Making sure he hears the buckle jiggle I notice his brow furrow slightly and then his mouth pop open slightly as he figures out what's coming next.

I walk back over to the bed slowly as I rattle the belt. I bit my lip to hold back a laugh. How can he even think I would ever use this on him? But I find it hilarious how he is subtly trying to work himself out of the restraints.

I resume my previous position, kneeling near him and once again I lean down to whisper in his ear. "This may hurt a bit."

His struggle becomes a full on thrash as I take the belt in my hands and snap it together, nowhere near his body, but the sound of the crack of the belt has him terrified.

"Aagghhh, fuck! Bella, NO! SAFEWORD! SAFEWORD!" He screams like a girl as he makes a great effort to get away from little old belt wielding me.

I cackle evilly, clearly drunk off the power. He must realize that I am just messing with him as he lets out a relieved little chuckle.

"You are a bad girl, aren't you?" He asks shaking his head.

I gently pull the blindfold from his eyes and kiss him fiercely. "I really am, Edward. Do you wanna watch?" I ask.

He nods excitedly as I lower myself down his body. I run my tongue up and down his shaft quickly and cup his balls in my hand tugging and pulling gently. My eyes never leave his as I take his full length into my hot mouth and down my throat as far as it will go.

He is squirming and lifting his ass off the bed slightly. His jaw is slack as he watches me flick my tongue over his head, circling and slurping on the tip.

His whimpers and labored breathing spurs me on as I grip his shaft firmly and stroke him slowly. Biting his lip, he gives me an appreciative moan. In return, I give him a cocky smirk and take him deep again.

"Ugh. Yes! Come on, baby! Fuck!" He snarls as he thrusts his hips, filling my mouth completely.

My man is getting far too worked up and being the selfish lover that I am, I think it's time for me to get mine. I straddle his hips and rub myself against his length for a few seconds before I decide I want to try something new for me.

"You know, I've always wanted to try this." I say as I turn around to ride him reverse cowgirl.

Sliding down his erection I immediately feel full and can't help the moan that comes out of my mouth. Once I am steady and confident, I close my eyes and begin moving up and down, painfully slow. I feel him begin to roll his pelvis beneath me, pushing in deeper.

I get lost in my own pleasure as I begin to ride him faster. My hands unconsciously run up and down over my breasts, and into my hair. I am not sure why, but I can feel his eyes on me as I grip my tits in my hands. I hear the strain of the velcro as he struggles against it. While I can honestly say that I am enjoying this thoroughly, I miss his hands on me. I ache for his touch and his lips on my skin. I reach down and release his ankles from the restraints and pull off of him to remove the cuffs from his wrists as well. He is up and has me in his arms in an instant, kissing me deeply as I giggle slightly into his mouth.

"What's so funny, baby doll?" He asks with a light laugh as he holds me tightly against him.

I snort and mimic his voice from earlier, "Do your worst!"

Smiling brilliantly, he throws me down on the bed and makes wild and crazy, passionate love to me. We laugh and talk and make love well into the early hours of the morning. In fact, I can see us barely leaving the hotel room this weekend, perfectly happy to enjoy our bubble of bliss for as long as we can.

As I watch him sleep, I think about some of the things that Mike said to me and for the first time, I can see what he was saying. Edward alone is enough for me. He is more than I could ever want and need. The only difference is that he and I are both always willing to take it to the next level if that's what the other wants or needs. His happiness is paramount to me, and mine to him. It's only then that I realize that I will never willingly leave his side. I'll want him for always. I'll be his forever.

A/N: True facts... The King Dong Dildo does exist - google it. At the tender age of 21, I went to my first sex toy party. The sex toy consultant looked just like Mrs. Doubtfire. Now, just imagine Mrs. Doubtfire pulling a 15 inch dildo out of a bag and talking about how much 'fun' she and the mister have with the bad beast. You go on with your bad-self Mrs. Doubtfire!

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