AN- This is a very smutty chapter, beware. There's going to be several of these before the metaphorical poopoo hits the fan. Hope you enjoy this chapter, as always let me know.

I hate airports. I hate waiting. I didn't see why we couldn't drive, France really isn't that far from England. I was throwing a hissy fit. It was 2am and our flight had been delayed. I was currently stretched out in a row of seats with my head in Edwards lap. I thought about the moment I'd agreed to go on this stupid trip. I was caught up in the aftermath of his kiss, of course I wanted to spend my new year with Edward but were we really ready to be jetting off across Europe. I knew I loved him but Paris seems like the kind of thing 40 year olds do when they need to spice up their sex lives. In the end though this was going to make Edward happy and that's all I cared about.

Charlie had been slightly less than impressed when Jake and I had stumbled to our rooms at 6am. He was just getting up and caught us red-handed. I knew he wouldn't punish me but Jacob nearly laid one in his pants. I'd attempted to tell him about Paris but it had come out in a mix of words and then I forgot about it. It was only when he'd asked what I was packing for that I remembered he didn't know. He'd simply shook his head and told Jake they were eating out again.

"Bella honey, are you awake? They just called our flight."

I don't know what the flight was like, I couldn't even tell you what the film was because I fell asleep as soon as we'd boarded. I also couldn't tell you what French airport looked like or the rental car or even the outside of the hotel. Right now I was waking up in the fanciest hotel room I'd ever seen. I sat upright and ran my hands through my hair. I was in a four poster bed, the drapes were deep red and matched the upholstery of the big squishy armchair in the corner. The bedsheets were gold silk and they felt amazing against my legs. I threw the covers back and walked out of the bedroom. I was met by a pair of green eyes watching me from another armchair in the centre of what appeared to be our own private lounge. I tried to take in the surroundings with it's impossibly high ceilings and beautifully patterned wallpaper but I couldn't resist those eyes for long.

Planting myself in Edwards lap I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Finally, you're awake." I smiled at him sweetly.

"What time is it?"

"2." My mouth dropped open. I never slept that late, ever!

"Edward Masen, you let me sleep away most of the day!" I threw my hands against his chest.

"I'm sorry, but you look so cute when you sleep." He showered my head with kisses. I smiled up at him before realising I hadn't brushed my teeth. I excused myself and ran for the bathroom. It was as if a Greek God had thrown up in here. It was all white marble, with pillars around the bathtub, that looked as if 40 people could wash at the same time. I brushed my teeth quickly before stripping and jumping in the shower. I let the water cascade down my back for a few minutes, before reaching for my shampoo. A pair of hands snaked around my waist and I dropped the bottle.

"Sorry baby, did I make you jump." I wasn't capable of answering him. He was nibbling at my neck, the one place that rendered me powerless to him. I let out a long moan before turning to him. My lips found his and they moved together gracefully. His hands grazed my waist and he pulled me closer, his obvious arousal poking my stomach. I lathered my hands with shower gel and grasped his cock, our lips never breaking contact. He moaned into my mouth as I slid my hand up and down his shaft, occasionally bringing my thumb over the tip. It wasn't long before I felt him shoot against my thigh, his contents running down my leg. My mouth still hadn't left his. He took my face in his hands and pulled away, smiling before leaning me against the wall. He slid down my body and hooked my legs over his shoulders. I felt very dangerous in this position. If I slipped one tiny bit, I'd fall on my ass and bring Edward down with me. I lost my train of thought as I felt his tongue circle my bud. I gripped handfuls of his hair and pulled. He hissed into me and his movements became faster. I cried out as he plunged 2 fingers into me, thrusting them in and out quickly. He kissed my clit before curling his finger up inside of me. I felt my walls contract around his fingers and I screamed his name as I felt the waves of my orgasm crash through me. He shifted himself upward and our lips met again. He reached for the soap and washed me gently, exploring every part of my body. I'd never experienced anything as intimate before, he'd shower every clean part of skin with a million kisses before moving on to the next part. He turned me around and lathered my hair with shampoo, breathing in the scent before rinsing it. He reached for the conditioner but I stopped him. He obviously didn't realise how much he was turning me on. I crashed my mouth against his, pulled him out of the shower and leaned against one of the pillars. I hitched my legs up around his hip and pulled his as close as possible. I could feel his second erection of the day, very close to my entrance.

"Stop pussying around Masen and fuck me." My breathing was ragged as I whispered in his ear. He growled in response and thrust into me hard. I wrapped both my legs around his waist as he sucked and nipped at my neck. He reached one hand forward and rubbed at my clit, I reached my second orgasm of the day 5 minutes after.

"Bella, if we're ever going to leave this room. You need to get dressed." Edward was still trying to catch his breath as we slumped against the wall in the bathroom. I searched his jeans pockets, which he had obviously discarded in a hurry by the door to the bathroom and pulled out his cigarettes. I had recently discovered there was no better cigarette than the one after sex. I lay on the bathroom floor, watching my boyfriend trying to keep himself awake. Apparently Emmett always fell asleep after sex. Rosalie hadn't been shy in informing me about hers and Emmett's sex life.

"Bella Swan, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" He dragged his body up to meet mine and kissed my lips softly. I couldn't keep the smile off of my face for the rest of the day. Edward made me truly happy and I couldn't imagine myself without him any more. OK so we'd only been together for 3 months, it just felt like so much longer.

We had a pretty busy day. He'd dragged me to the top of the Eiffel Tower and proclaimed his love for me at the top. A little corny, but hey I wasn't complaining. We saw L'Arc de Triomphe, the Notre Dame Cathedral and then to the Cimetière du Père Lachais. He claimed it was because he wanted to show me Oscar Wilde's grave but we happened to spend the majority of our time in front of Jim Morrison's. When we returned to the hotel I was exhausted. I lay stretched out on the bed staring at the ceiling, I felt a shift in the mattress next to me.

"Are you hungry love?" I didn't need to answer his question seeing as my stomach rumbled making me jump.

"Edward I don't want to go anywhere, can we get room service please? I think my feet will fall off if I have to do any more walking." He smiled at me and showed me the phone that was already in his hand. Several moments later we were tucking into a giant pepperoni pizza.

"So much for French cuisine."

"Bells, you're so sexy when you talk with your mouth full." I threw a piece of pepperoni at his face and it landed on his nose. I doubled up in laughter, bits of pizza flying out of my mouth as I did so. I thought this would disgust him but he laughed along with me. Of course, his mouth wasn't full. Edward had so much more class than I did.

After we'd eaten I slung on Edward's We Are Scientists shirt and clambered into bed. He appeared moments later in pyjama bottoms, carrying a bottle of red wine and 2 glasses. We sat on the bed for hours talking about everything and anything, when the wine ran out I curled up into his chest and pulled the covers up to my chin. Around midnight Edward began kissing my hair and humming a tune I didn't recognise. The combination of his kisses, his humming, his scent and most of all his warmth rapidly lulled me into a deep slumber.

I awoke to the feeling of the bed shifting. My hands automatically reached out to pull Edward back to me, only he didn't seem to be there. Reluctantly, I allowed my eyes to flicker open to find him sitting at the end of the bed, a tray with a large silver plate cover, a bottle of orange label and a single red rose. I smiled encouragingly and patted the space on the bed beside me.

"Des fraises mademoiselle?" Edward pulled the dome from the platter, resulting in a metallic sound resonating through the room. My face fell upon the plate full of ripe, juicy strawberries which were delicately drizzled with cream. I realised something in that moment. My boyfriend, who had woken me up with champagne and strawberries on the morning of new years eve, was absolutely perfect. I pulled him in for a kiss, I had to keep it quick because I really didn't want to waste those strawberries. I went to reach for one but Edward slapped my hand away.

"Edward, you can't tempt me with strawberries and not let me have any!" I saw a brief flash of mischief on his face before he poured out two glasses of champagne and handed me the first. We clinked our glasses together before raising them to drink. I've always love the felling of champagne bubbles popping against my tongue, ever since my first glass one Christmas. It reminded me of home, of Phoenix and of my Mom. I hadn't forgiven her, but I still missed her. She did give birth to me after all. Edward drained his glass quickly before reaching into his pocket for something.

"Bella, do you trust me?" I bit my lip and nodded, I had an idea of where this might be leading, my theory was confirmed as Edward pulled out a black silk blindfold and secured it over my eyes. I felt him pull my arms and tie them behind my back with what I could only assume was ribbon. It felt weird not being able to see. I sensed Edwards lips near mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I whimpered as he kissed me softly, I wanted nothing more than to grab hold of his hair and pull him closer to me. He moved away and I heard him pick a strawberry from the bowl and then felt the tiny little hairs brush my lips as he pushed it slowly into my mouth. I made the effort to suck it slowly, the juices running down my chin as I did so. Edward quickly cleaned my chin with his tongue and I felt butterflies in my stomach as he did so. I was unbelievably turned on in that moment, I think my wetness was probably visible. I felt Edward's smooth hands running up my legs, he paused at my thigh and nipped at it gently. I unconsciously bucked my hips towards him. The feeling of his breath against my panties as he silently chuckled at my anguish caused me to moan loudly. His fingers snaked into crotch of my knickers, grazing my folds. I felt goosebumps erupt across my whole body, my breathing impossibly fast. It wasn't going to be long before I came. His fingers continued to brush lightly against my slit, his lips meeting my hip bone as his free hand slipped my underwear down. When I was free of the tiny black 'thing' Alice and Rosalie had insisted I bring, he plunged a finger inside of me, my back arched and I moaned even louder. Everything felt completely different when sight is taken away, I felt his tongue lightly press against my nub and I reached my peak, coming down from my orgasm I realised Edward wasn't stopping any time soon. He plunged another finger in and curved them upwards and I reached my 2nd orgasm. I was unbelievably sweaty, I could feel my hair sticking to my forehead but I was enjoying myself far too much to care. His tongue further explored my folds, his left hand reaching up under my shirt to tweak my nipple. I couldn't help but tense my thighs, trapping his head between them as I reached my third orgasm. Edward broke contact with my body for a few seconds before I felt his lips on mine again.

"I love you Edward Masen." He untied my wrists and my hands flew into his hair, he lifted the blindfold gently and I was met by those beautiful green eyes.

"As I love you Isabella Swan." I didn't care that I looked like shit or that my breath stunk, I didn't even care that I was sitting in a wet patch that I'd created. All I could think about was the fact that my boyfriend had given me three orgasms in half an hour, I had high expectations for the rest of the day and from now on blindfolds were going to be a regular feature in the bedroom.

AN- I warned you!! Filth!! .... you loved it though right? Let me know.

Edward + Paris = xxxx get it?? Edward over Bella plus Paris equals multiples?!!

Bella

Guess I'll keep my jokes to myself in the future yeah?