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Now, without further ado…

Chapter Eighteen: Let me count the ways

"What the…" Edward exclaimed as I pushed him onto the floor of the booth. He scrambled so that he was on his back, agape like he half-expected someone else to be standing there. I stood over him, straddling his body with my hands on my hips. He looked perplexed, surprised and completely turned on. Perfect.

"Bella, what are you doing?"

"Time isn't up yet, Edward," I said in a low voice, smiling. "I'm not done with you."

In one fluid movement, I hiked up my skirt and sat down on Edward's hips, the tops of my thigh-highs and garter ribbons now blatantly on display. Immediately his hands were on my legs and he sat up and crushed his lips against mine with so much force it nearly knocked me backward. He pushed my mouth open with his tongue, his kiss urgent and needy, and I willingly complied. I shoved his suit jacket off his shoulders and then went to work on his tie, breaking our kiss only so that I could yank it over his head.

"Fuck, Bella," he growled, grasping my hips and grounding me against his hardness. "You're going to be the death of me."

With his admission I smiled, and untucked my white blouse from my skirt. I pulled his hands away and pinned them to the floor above his head, and from this angle my hips rocked against him of their own accord.

Okay, so call me a hypocrite and a liar, but the idea of a second night being Edward-free was not an option. I knew deep down that I'd pay for my weakness later but at this moment it didn't matter.

"You do things to me…that no one ever has, Edward," I said, using one hand to pin down both of his while my other hand eased the buttons of my blouse open. "I want to make you feel good. I want to make you come."

I released his hands so that I could remove my shirt, and as I shrugged out of it and let it fall Edward sat up and wrapped his arms around me. Hungrily he kissed my neck, my collarbone and the slope of my breasts. While he focused on the newly-exposed skin, I pulled his shirt out of his waistband, anxious to see more of him. This was progressing too slowly. My body craved him.

"Edward, I need you -- right now," I said, my voice frantic. Hurriedly I stood up and tugged down the lace that separated me from what I desired. Then I reached for my purse and pulled out a condom, laying waste to the wrapper. Edward watched as the pink fabric fell around my ankles and his mouth dropped open as I stood over him once more.

"If you don't pull down your fucking pants, Edward, I'm going to walk right out of here without you," I threatened. Edward's eyes snapped up and his lip curled up at the corner in what looked like a snarl. It sent a shiver through me. So swiftly that it was a blur of leather and black fabric, Edward unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, pushing them down to his knees. With desperate hands he eased my skirt up around my waist, took the condom from me and brought me down on top of him, without a word.

My head rolled back with the sensation of him filling me completely and the air rushed out of my lungs. The electric pulse, always present when we touched, seemed to be concentrated -- white, splintering fire -- when we came together like this.

"God, you feel so good Edward," I moaned as I rocked over his length. "You're so…hard. Ugh."

That seemed to animate Edward even more -- if that were possible -- and I felt him grow inside me as he lifted and then impaled me on him along with each of my thrusts. My body was so ready for him, and the moisture that pooled between us only spurred him on and brought me closer to the edge. Edward's hands were clenching my ass and his lips alternated between my mouth and my breasts. He forced me up and down, harder and faster, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"Oh, shit, Edward I'm going to come," I cried, breathless and delirious. "Edward, I…oh my God. Edward. Edward!"

My entire body trembled with my release, and as I came Edward bit down on the flesh peeking out of my bra. In an effort to give him his release, I leaned back a bit, but Edward pulled me back into his arms and continued to move me against him until his body stiffened. He moaned and then dropped his head on my shoulder, panting.

"Shit, Bella," he gasped. "That was…so fucking…hot."

I smiled, quite pleased with myself, and after kissing Edward once more I stood up to search for my underwear. I located it peeking out from under the table cloth, and after I had rearranged my clothes I glanced at Edward. He was redressed as well, though his shirt remained untucked and his tie hung loosely around his neck. Messy Edward is good.

"Hmm…I like you rumpled too," I said, playfully mussing his hair and planting another kiss on his lips. "Come on. Let's get out of here. I'm ravenous."

We snuck out of the hall unnoticed, and practically ran outside to catch the charter back to our hotel. During the short ride we stole glances at each other like two high school kids, barely able to contain our smiles and giggles. Edward held the door to the hotel for me, which seemed to bother the doorman, but Edward was oblivious. He didn't try to hold my hand as we strolled through the lobby; nevertheless, the backs of our hands touched occasionally as we walked toward the stairs. The electric charge felt comfortable now.

"What would you like to do for dinner Edward," I asked him, pausing outside my door. "We could order room service or go out somewhere. I'm open to anything."

He leaned toward me with darkened, hungry eyes and when he licked his lips my stomach did little happy flips. How could he possibly still want more? I was mystified.

"I have an idea for dinner," he said, his voice like velvet against my skin. "Bella, all I want is you. My appetite, when it comes to you, is insatiable. What I need is your body, naked, against mine."

His words turned my brain to mush, my legs to limp noodles and the rest of me a puddle of aroused Bella. Edward backed me up against my door, pushing his body against mine and kissing my neck with fevered haste. His fingers wove through my hair, and as they massaged my scalp it sent shivers down my spine.

"Bella, can't you see what you do to me?" he asked as he let me feel exactly what I did to him. I whimpered when I felt his hardness against my upper thigh, and I knew we needed to get inside. Immediately.

"Edward, I want to show you what you do to me," I whispered, as I frantically and blindly searched my purse for my key card, never taking my eyes off his. After a moment I felt the smooth plastic and reached behind me to slip it in the lock. With one hand pushing down the door handle, I grabbed Edward by his tie and towed him into my suite.

Once we were behind my closed hotel room door, there was a flurry of moans and sighs, kisses and clothing as Edward and I alternated between undressing each other and ourselves, shedding coats, briefcases and all formalities of the day. Apparently hoping to explore the benefits of sex against hard surfaces, Edward slammed me against the wall just inside the entrance and it knocked the wind out of me.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, concern and panic coloring his features.

"Shut up and kiss me," I ordered, and he complied, satisfied that I was not as fragile as he'd feared. His mouth devoured mine and I explored his with my tongue. Edward's hands seemed to move on their own, touching as much of my body as possible, removing clothing when it impeded full access.

As my blouse came off, I heard a couple of buttons pop and fall to the floor with a muffled tap. I managed to get Edward's belt off and was working on the buttons of his shirt, the tie already discarded. My hands discovered skin, and I raked my fingernails over his back and then his chest while he unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. My bra was next, quick work for Edward's capable fingers, and his shoes and socks. He stood back for a moment, gazing at me, him only with his suit pants on and me in only my lacy briefs, stockings and garters and heels.

"What?" I asked, feeling self-conscious. Instead of meeting his gaze, my eyes wandered down to the crotch of his pants, pleased with what I saw there, his steeled flesh straining against the seam.

"Bella, you are perfect -- absolutely fucking perfect."

I blushed at his compliment but could not reply. It would have sounded cheesy to tell him he was perfect, too. And my tongue, anyways, seemed to be made of cotton. I began to step out of my heels and unfasten the snaps of my garters, but Edward was upon me again, stilling my hands.

"Please, leave them. Let me."

At a painstakingly deliberate pace, he knelt on the floor and ran his hands up my thighs to my hips. Gently he eased off my lace underwear, his eyes darkening even more when the flimsy barrier was gone. Tenderly he held my calves to help me step out of my heels and my underwear, and then I watched as he put the small handful of lace into his pocket. He looked up at me through his long lashes, his eyes on fire, and stood. I unfastened his pants and let them fall, and then hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and yanked them down.

I took a second to admire his length, bobbing tantalizingly before me, a bead of moisture forming on the head. Again, I reached into my discarded purse and pulled out a prophylactic. From my crouched position, I had a perfect view of him.

I wanted to taste him.

With one glance up at his face, I licked my lips and then brushed my tongue across the tip. Edward inhaled a sharp breath but said nothing. Bracing myself with my hands on his ass I took another pass, this time flicking the sensitive spot underneath the head with the tip of my tongue. This time Edward moaned and grasped my shoulders with his hands.

"Shit, Bella."

Taking that as a cue to continue with his consent, I swirled my tongue around him and across the slit at the tip, and then took him into my mouth. His skin was hot and smooth, and it tasted sweet and salty. I moaned with pleasure as I felt him thicken in my mouth, and it sent waves of heat directly to my core. Edward's breathing became labored and fast, and his fingers dug into my shoulders, moving gently with me each time I took him into my mouth. God, he tastes good. As I lapped every drop of salty moisture that seeped from him, I felt my own mounting arousal.

"Oh God Bella," he mumbled. After bringing Edward almost to the edge of orgasm, I withdrew my mouth slowly. As colder air met his wet skin, his eyes flew half-open in a mixture of rapture and confusion.

Hoping to surprise him, I put the rolled up condom in my mouth and eased it over his length with my lips and tongue, sucking, licking and nibbling as I went. This seemed to render his language skills entirely useless.

"Fuck…ohmygod…Bella…shit…fuck," he stammered.

Suddenly I was against the wall once more. Edward threw my legs around his waist and with unintelligible murmurs against my neck, he sheathed himself with me. Stars exploded across my field of vision with his initial thrust, and I clamored soundlessly as I fought to catch a breath. My hands sought something to hold onto above my head but were unsuccessful, so I clawed Edward's back and shoulders looking for purchase on the bands of muscle that stretched across his broad torso.

In between fierce kisses, full of lips and tongue and gasps, we moaned and grunted in unison as he filled me over and over again. My back distantly registered the discomfort of the repetition, but it only fueled my desire.

"Fuck me Edward," I commanded. "Hard." In response Edward bit on my bottom lip at the same time he collected my hair in his fist and tugged. I gasped and dug my nails deeper into his shoulders, and he hissed in reply. For what seemed like hours and only seconds we tortured each other like we were trying to prove something.

I could feel the familiar aching pull deep in my abdomen, and Edward undoubtedly could feel me getting wetter as he moved inside me. He growled and pumped harder and faster, driving me toward the inevitable precipice.

"Oh God, Edward…" I cried. I tilted my head back and squeezed my eyes shut as I came hard around him, and seconds later his muscles clenched and he stilled as he followed. My legs, hooked around his waist in a death grip, were numb and useless. Again, as if he knew I would be unstable on two legs, Edward managed to walk us to the couch in the sitting room and eased our tired bodies onto it. Gently he untangled my legs and I slid off him. He pulled me over so that I was resting on his chest and discarded the condom in a tissue. For a while we just lay there, naked, sweaty and sated.

"Mmmmm…" he sighed as he ran his fingers through my knotted hair.

All I could do in reply was kiss his chest. As I played with the hair around his nipple, I listened to his heartbeat slow and regulate. Soon his hand stilled, his breathing evened and slowed, and I knew he was asleep. My stomach growled, of course, but I wasn't about to move so I quietly shushed it for the time being. We'd eat later.

Touched by all that love is
I draw closer toward you
Saddened by all that love is
I run from you

Surprised by all that love is
I remain alert in stillness
Hurt by all that love is
I yearn for tenderness

Defeated by all that love is
at the truthful mouth of the night
Forsaken by all that love is
I will grow toward you.

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Some time later I was startled awake by hands squeezing my ass, and I looked up to find Edward awake and eager. Damn. He smirked as my brows arched in disbelief and his lips parted as he chuckled low and husky.

"What can I say," he asked, his voice rough from sleep. "I told you…"

I smirked back at him and arranged my legs so that I was straddling him and his erection. My body responded at once to the feeling of the hardness between my legs and I rocked against him, anxious to feel him inside me again.

Edward sat up and with one arm around me, flipped us on the couch so that I was on my back. Apparently this time Edward wanted to drive. With greedy hands and eager lips he massaged, licked, nipped at and sucked on every inch of skin from my knees to my neck. When he reached the sensitive skin at my hips he took special care to tease, and I fisted my hands in his copper hair.

Gently and sensually he licked and kissed, and then bent my knee so he could kiss the inside of my thigh. I moaned when his tongue came perilously close to the place I wanted it most and I fought the urge to move myself into his path. Edward kept me still with his hands, braced on each thigh, spreading me for him. Softly he bit the junction of my upper thigh and torso and then kissed the spot tenderly in atonement. Edward was driving me mad; my hands fisted the seams of the couch cushion and the pillows around me. The torture was indescribable.

When I finally felt Edward's hot breath, I squirmed, and when I felt his tongue, I cried out as the air left my lungs. He devoured me, his mouth capable of feats I had never experienced, and I wanted him to lick me until his tongue fell out…or I died from ecstasy overload. My fingers searched for and found Edward's hair and wound through the auburn mess poised between my legs. He finally came up for air, but only long enough to lick his lips, moaning with his eyes shut as he tasted me.

"Bella, you taste so good," he said before disappearing again. He groaned with almost every pass, and the vibrations combined with the skilled movements of his tongue sent me hurtling through space as I came. Edward surfaced again, a smile displayed on his slightly swollen lips.

"That's three."

Ohmygod. Ohmygod. He's counting. And apparently not done.

My brain could barely process this realization as it struggled to count backward to the convention center. I threw my arm over my eyes but let Edward see the thoroughly contented smile that turned up the corners of my mouth. The couch flexed and I heard the tap turn on in my bathroom briefly. Then there was shuffling and the soft thump of Edward's bare feet as he returned to the couch. I lifted my arm and he was standing over me in all his glorious nakedness. Damn, how did I manage to get this? His hard-on taunted me and so did his expression. Again, I let my eyes wander from his beautiful face, down his neck, across his shoulders and chest to his abdomen and the V at his hips and his strong legs.

Edward's lips on mine distracted me from my idol worship, and I could still taste myself on him. He stood and held up a handful of condoms; his eyes were alight with a mixture of humor and renewed want.

"You know, at this rate, we're going to have to make another stop for more of these," he teased. "It's only Monday."

Oh my God. It's only Monday. And it looked like I was headed toward my fourth orgasm of the day. The insight delighted me and troubled me.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in a rushing wind.

A/N: Okay gang, so are you all in need of a cold shower or an outlet for all of the pent up tension? Hope this was good for you. If I smoked, I'd be lying back with a cigarette right now. ;) Again.

The first poem is Confession by Frantisek Halas, and the second passage is an excerpt from I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale. No copyright infringement intended.

Does anyone care to know my thoughts on why I chose all of the poems I have for Bella's POV? Please let me know and I can include it. Maybe in a thread?

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