A/N: There have been a few questions regarding E&B's ages. Edward is 8 years older than Bella. That made him 22 and her only 14 when they first met. (Don't worry, he wasn't perving on her yet!) In the last flashback, he was 25 and she was 17. (Better, but still jail bait in some states!) Present day, Edward is 38 and Bella is 30. (That's more like it!)

Now back to the story, where we finally earn that lovely M rating! -)

Bella blinked a few times, trying to process what I had just told her. She shoved her wet hair out of her eyes and stepped closer, searching my face for some kind of answer. "What are you saying, Edward?"

I slowly reached up and held her face steady with my hands. The electricity I had felt earlier was now coursing through us where we touched. "I'm saying… that I have never wanted to kiss anyone in my entire life as badly as I wanted to kiss you that night."

"What?" she breathed through shaking lips. "You wanted to…?"

"Yes. And I've never been able to decide whether I was madder at myself for almost doing it, or for not. Even though I know it would have been wrong."

"Yeah." She nodded slowly. "It definitely would have been wrong." I made to let go of her face, immediately feeling that irrational sense of rejection, when she suddenly grabbed my hands and held them tight to her skin. "It would have been so wrong," she whispered. "Back then."

"But now?" I choked out.

Rather than answer me, she did something that nearly made my knees buckle with weakness.

She kissed me.

Bella. Kissed. Me.

She simply stood up on her toes and closed the distance between us, brushing her beautiful mouth over mine gently, tentatively. At first I was so stunned that I didn't respond, only managing to stare down at her with wide eyes when she pulled away. She smiled at me shyly, that lovely pink color flooding her cheeks once more before she actually did it again, this time with more pressure and purpose.

I slowly began to return the kiss, my brain gradually catching up to the fact that this was really happening. When the tip of my tongue slightly flicked against her parted lips, the tiny whimper she let loose caused the dam on my emotions to finally break. I groaned loudly, wrapping my arms around her body and pulling her flush against me, devouring her mouth with my own.

I had always wondered what it might be like to have something I had dreamed about for years actually come true. Now I was finding that the reality was ten thousand times better than the dream.

It was fucking euphoric.

I kissed her and kissed her, licking and biting at her lips in between, unwilling to let her go for even a second. She didn't seem to mind, running her fingers through my hair and moaning softly as our tongues danced together in a rhythm that our bodies were controlling.

She didn't taste like cinnamon… she tasted better. She tasted like sunshine and happiness and everything that was good in the world.

I was already addicted.

"Edward," she whispered.

Yes, say my name. Scream it. Let the whole world know you're finally with me.

"Edward," she said more firmly, pulling away. My mouth followed after her instinctively, not wanting to surrender her lips. "Look at me."

I blinked a few times, slowly opening my eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," she smiled. "Not at all. That was pretty amazing, actually."

"Then why have we stopped?"

"Well… we're dripping all over the floor, for starters."

I looked down to see that we had formed our own little puddle in the middle of the room. "Ah, so we are."

"And I'm sorry, but I can't go any farther before I have a shower."

"A shower? Now?"

"Yes. I can't relax at night until I have one. Also, I'm soaked through and freezing here, and I'd like to freshen up after being cooped up on that plane for so long."

"Alright, that makes sense." I sighed deeply. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to object. I just don't want to let you go for even a second now that I finally have you here."

"I understand." She smiled sweetly. "Just give me a few minutes, okay?"

She disappeared into the bathroom for a bit while I wandered around the room, reflecting on what had just happened. As I relived the kisses in my memory I removed my shirt and tie, hanging it up and noting that it would need to be dry cleaned soon. I walked over to the end table by the bed and emptied out the contents of my pockets, setting them there for later when I got dressed again… which I secretly hoped would be a very long time from now.

As I set down my iPhone next to where Bella had put her cell earlier, I laughed to myself when I noticed that hers was identical. We had even chosen the same exact dark blue case.

How's that for a coincidence?

Looking at the end table made me remember something, so I ran back to my bag and fished out my still unopened box of condoms. I always traveled with them, just in case, but hadn't had any reason to need them in quite a while. There had been offers, of course, but none of them had raised any interest on my part.

With Bella, on the other hand, my interest wasn't the only thing being raised.

I had never wanted anyone the way I wanted her… and it had only gotten stronger with time.

I returned to the end table and opened the drawer, tearing open the box and dumping the contents inside. Perhaps using the entire twelve-pack was a little optimistic on my end, but I wasn't about to take any chances.

As I was closing the drawer, I could hear a muffled flush and the sink running behind the bathroom door. After another moment, I heard the shower spray turn on. I was surprised when the noise suddenly got louder, so I turned around to find Bella standing in the open doorway… staring at me.

Her eyes remained locked on mine as she slowly pulled her tank top over her head, then slid her jeans down over her hips, kicking them off to the side. She stood there in nothing but a simple matching pair of black underwear and a bra, nothing fancy by any means, but at that moment I'd never seen anything sexier.

"You coming or not?" With that, she turned around to face the shower, unhooking her bra as she went. I was left with the heart stopping view of her bare back and her delectable ass when she stepped out of her panties and into the hot spray.

Well, I certainly didn't need to be asked twice.

I removed my dress slacks quickly and tossed them in the general direction of the armchair, walking into the bathroom in nothing but my boxer briefs. I stopped at the frosted glass door of the shower, watching as her silhouette moved under the water.

I can't believe this is really about to happen.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, instantly biting back a groan at the sight of wet, glistening skin dripping with suds. She looked back at me over her shoulder and smirked at my boxers, arching her eyebrow in question.

"Oh," I mumbled, pulling them down quickly. I had been so distracted by her that I'd totally forgotten I was wearing them.

"Much better," she purred as I stepped into the multi-jet shower, finally turning around to face me.

"Likewise," I said.

We just stood there for a minute, not moving, allowing ourselves to fully look and appreciate.

Her breasts were nothing short of glorious: not too big, not too small. They were round and perfect, topped with tightened nipples that looked to be a dark, dusky rose color… almost brown.

Forget her blush… that's my new favorite color.

I let my eyes travel farther down her body, taking in the soft flesh of her stomach and the feminine curve of her hips, before landing on the small patch of closely manicured hair at the apex of her thighs. She was the most exotic, hypnotic beauty I had ever been with, and I hadn't even touched her yet.

I noticed that she was checking me out, too. Her eyes slowly crawled down my chest, lingering on my abs for a moment before moving lower still. When she didn't shy away from looking at my erection, I felt myself responding even more, growing impossibly harder under her gaze.

When she looked back up into my eyes, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dilated with lust, but she spoke with hesitation. "I thought maybe we could… I don't know, take turns washing each other first? I want to get comfortable with you… to get to know your body more."

I swallowed thickly at the thought of her hands roaming over my body, all lathered up with soap… and being able to do the same to her in return. "That sounds good," I choked out, nodding slightly.

We stared at each other for another moment, not quite sure where to start or who should go first. The only thing I knew for certain was that if I didn't get my hands on her soon I was going to lose my mind.

"I need to touch you," I gritted through my teeth, my eyes feasting on her everywhere at once. She nodded, lowering her arms to her sides, as if she were offering herself for my exploration.

I stepped towards her in the giant shower, slowly reaching for her slick skin. I didn't want to be an ass about it and go straight for her breasts; plus, I wanted to take my time, and I knew if I did that too soon I would be finished before I'd even started.

We both watched as my extended fingers grazed gently over her stomach, just above her navel.

Pure electricity.

She must have felt it, too, because the moment I began to swirl small circles over that area, I felt her tremble slightly. Encouraged by her reaction, I splayed my hand wide, sliding it around her side until I was gripping her by the waist. Moving closer still, I leaned my forehead on hers, doing my best to keep my lower half from rubbing against her yet.

"Bella," I whispered.

"Yes?" She was breathing rapidly, and it made me happy to know that I wasn't the only one hanging on by a thread.

"Do you have any idea how long the thought of touching you like this has haunted me?"

"You've barely touched me yet."

"Doesn't matter. I'm still touching you… and that is more than I ever thought possible."

She looked up at me then, blinking the water out of her eyes. "I never knew."

"I don't think it would have mattered if you had; I was way too old for you back then. Also, I'd like to believe that I didn't have it in me to hurt my brother that way… no matter how jealous I was of him in the end."

"You know, when I look back…as much as I cared about him… I think I fell in love with your family as a whole more than I ever did for him. Those were some of the happiest years of my life."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I felt like I belonged. Besides," she said, reaching over to grab the shampoo. "That was then and this is now. As far as I can see, there's nothing left to stop you." She dropped the bottle in my hand and looked up at me. "Now why don't you start by washing my hair?" She turned back around and presented me with the sight of her long dark hair plastered to her wet skin, the tips ending mere inches above her gorgeous ass.

Afraid to speak for fear of swallowing my tongue, I squirted a large amount of shampoo in my hand and set the bottle back down. After taking a deep breath to steady myself, I finally growled in her ear, "Lean your head back."

When she did as I instructed, I rubbed the shampoo between my hands and slowly massaged it into her scalp. I gathered up all of her wet tresses and scrubbed them thoroughly, reveling in the familiar feeling of wet silk sliding between my fingers.

"Edward," she moaned, making me feel it all the way down to my throbbing erection. "That feels so good."

Please don't let that be the last time she says that tonight.

I tilted her head back further and turned her sideways so that I could rinse all of the suds out of her hair, taking no small enjoyment in the sight of the soapy water cascading down her luscious curves. When I was finished, she looked up at me and smiled. "My turn."

"I thought that was your turn."

"No, I think it was yours," she laughed, grabbing the shampoo again. "This one is mine, because I've been dying to run my fingers through that messy hair of yours all night."

"It didn't start out messy," I said self-consciously. "No matter how good it starts out on any given day, I can't leave my hands out of it. I guess it's a nervous habit."

"No kidding!" she teased. "You were always like that… hunched over your keyboard with your hair sticking straight up." She quickly kissed my cheek. "Don't worry, it definitely works for you. Now turn around."

"How are you going to reach?" I asked as I turned. "I'm quite a bit taller than you. Should I lean back?"

"Don't you worry about me, just tilt your head back."

I did as she commanded, tipping my head back slightly until I felt her fingertips beginning at the bottom of my hairline, slowly creeping upwards. As she started to work up a lather, I foolishly thought to myself that nothing had ever felt so good… until she had trouble reaching the top of my head and stood up on her tiptoes, sliding her wet body against my back.

I could feel everything.

Her soft breasts pressed into me, causing her swollen nipples to rub between my shoulder blades. I bit back a moan, trying my best to not turn around and attack her, when she surprised me by saying that she was already finished.

"Okay, lean forward and rinse that out." Before I knew it she had moved away, leaving my back feeling cold and lonely. I could have cried at the sudden loss, but I didn't think it would make me look very masculine to bawl like a baby. Holding back my pout, I did as she said, rinsing out my hair as fast as I could. As I stood up straight again, I was shocked to feel her press herself even closer to me. "Now it's time for the body wash," she purred in my ear.

Oh fuck.

I felt her smear something slippery over my shoulders and down my back. Her touch wasn't shy, but it was slow, as if she were enjoying her explorations.

And let me just state for the record, Bella was thorough.

Her slick hands glided over every curve of muscle in my back, lower and lower, until they slid down to cover my ass. I couldn't fight the loud groan that tore from my throat when she squeezed firmly, making me feel lightheaded.

"You have a beautiful bottom, Edward," she whispered, licking the outer shell of my ear as she pulled away.

"Oh God!" I moaned. If she kept that up I wasn't even going to make it out of the shower.

Her hands moved around my waist, spreading more of the soap over my stomach. She ran her hands up and down my chest in large circles, making sure to feel out every square inch of my pecks as she rubbed her body tightly against my back. If I had thought she felt good before, it was nothing compared to her slippery breasts moving over my skin, the feel of her stomach pressed into my lower back, even her thighs rubbing against the back of mine.

I couldn't take it any longer.

I spun around in her arms and pulled her to me, hissing when my dick slid up along the soft, slick flesh of her abdomen. She gasped at the contact, but I silenced her mouth with my own. Our tongues collided violently at first, swirling together hungrily before settling into a slow and steady rhythm. We kissed and kissed until we were both dizzy from the lack of oxygen, only pausing long enough to inhale before going back for more.

As we kissed, I finally allowed my hands to roam over all of the places I had been admiring. Her breasts were first; I cupped them gently to begin with, before rubbing and groping more firmly. I couldn't help whimpering into her mouth at the perfect sensation of her tightened peaks slipping and sliding under my fingers from the soap. She must have enjoyed it too, because she moaned around my lips and shoved her hands into my hair, gripping it so roughly that it was almost painful.

I fucking loved it.

I reached around her and gripped her amazing ass, pulling her flush against me until our bodies were a tangled mess. I grunted into her wet skin as I kissed and nibbled her neck, going insane at the feeling of her breasts crushing into my chest and my slick cock rubbing back and forth over her belly.

Her hold on my hair had become a death grip, refusing to let me pull away; as if I would ever want to. My hands had taken on a mind of their own, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh of her ass, pulling her into me over and over again until I was panting like a rabid animal.

"Querido," she moaned, sucking and biting on my earlobe, causing me to growl loudly and back her up until she was pressed into the tile wall. I slid my hand down to her thigh and pulled it up, wrapping her leg around my hip, moving and grinding against her until I was positioned at her entrance.

"Bella," I panted with a pained voice. "Oh God… Bella, we have to stop."

"Why?" she asked in a daze.

"Because if we don't, I'm going to make love to you right here… and my condoms are in the other room."

"Oh." She blinked a few times, realization slowly dawning. "Oh!" A deep blush spread across her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I wasn't even thinking any more. Everything just felt so wonderful."

"I know; me either." I glanced down at our bodies intertwined and felt a painful tightening in my stomach from my sudden halt. Groaning loudly, I looked back up at her. "I'm seriously hanging on by a thread here… can we go to the bedroom?"

"Only if you promise to pick this up where you left it," she said with a wicked smile.

"Oh, that's a fucking promise."

Bella stepped out of the shower and toweled off quickly while I turned off the water. She handed me another towel when I joined her, but I merely scrubbed it over my head once or twice before tossing it on the ground. The rest of me could drip-dry for all I cared, I wasn't about to put this off for one more second.

Throwing her over my shoulder like the caveman she brought out in me, I carried her straight out into the bedroom with her musical laughter trailing behind us. When I reached the closest side of the bed I tossed her down sideways across the mattress, enjoying the sight of her bouncing lightly as she landed.

I reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom, turning back to her eagerly. "Bella, there are so many things that I want to do… to you and with you… and I fully intend to do as much as time will allow, but if I have to wait one more minute to be inside you I think I may go insane."

"Oh my," she sighed. "I think that's about the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me." She nodded to the condom in my hand. "Get that thing on and get over here, dammit. I don't want to wait any longer, either."

Not needing to be told twice, I ripped open the foil packet and rolled it on. I noticed that while I did it, not only did Bella not shy away from watching, but she openly stared, her pink tongue flicking out to moisten her lips.

Oh fuck… don't think about her lips and my dick. Shit, I just did.

I knelt on the edge of the bed between her slightly parted knees and leaned over her, kissing her gently before pulling back to look into her deep brown eyes. "Are you ready, my beautiful girl?" I whispered.

"Sim, minha querido," she nodded, reaching up to grab me by the back of the head and pull me down for another kiss as she parted her thighs wider around me.

I kissed her feverishly, sliding my hand down between our bodies to search out her silken folds. When I was met with a thick pool of moisture I groaned so loudly against her lips that it was embarrassing. I swirled my fingers in her nectar a few times, stroking her swollen clitoris before dragging them lower to probe at her opening. There was no doubt that she was more than ready for me, and feeling the physical proof of that fact only made my cock throb harder.

I positioned myself at her entrance, pausing only long enough to decide where I wanted to look when I first entered her. I mean, I was still a man, and I was desperate to watch as it happened, but I knew that I could do that later. However, I could only watch Bella's reaction to our first joining this one time, so the decision was easy.

I lifted my head back just far enough to watch her face as I thrust forward, sliding inside slowly, allowing her to adjust to my length. When I was about halfway in I pulled back slightly and pushed forward again, trying to work my way inside her extreme tightness.

"Lift your hips for me, baby," I gritted through my teeth, using all of my willpower to keep from simply slamming inside her to the hilt. She did as I asked, wrapping her legs around my waist until I was lined up perfectly. I watched her eyes go wide when I slid all the way home, and the moan that tore from her throat was one of the most erotic sounds I had ever heard in my entire life.

I stopped moving, taking a moment to savor the feeling of her inner walls stretching around me. I was also willing myself to calm down, because she felt so fucking amazing that I was afraid I was only going to last about three more strokes.

Bella was apparently done waiting, however, because she began to rock her hips underneath me, pulling me closer to the edge with each shift of her wonderful body. I surrendered to my baser urges and started thrusting into her harder, kissing and sucking her plump nipples as I did so.

"Meu Deus que se sente bem!" she cried out.

"What?" I asked, pausing mid-thrust to look back up at her.

"Good," she moaned. "So… good!" She unwrapped her legs from around my waist and planted them on the bed for leverage while reaching down and gripping my ass, pulling me into her even harder until we were grinding together roughly. "Don't stop, Edward. Please don't stop!"

Her inner muscles gripped me tightly as I picked up the pace, pumping my hips in time with her thrusts. She seemed so close, if I could only hold out one minute longer I knew I could bring her there.

But sadly, it was not meant to be.

"Oh God, Bella!" I yelled out suddenly, my entire body locking up in the most intense, bordering on painful orgasm I had ever felt, and it seemed to go on forever. When I had ridden it out until it was nothing more than a few shudders and spasms, I felt a great wave of humiliation wash over me. "I'm so sorry," I groaned into her neck.

"What the hell for?" she asked in astonishment.

"For finishing so soon," I whispered as I pulled back to look at her in shame. "I usually last much longer than that… I normally feel it coming in time to control it, but you're just so damn beautiful and sexy… and it's been so long."

"Don't be ridiculous." She smiled, reaching up to smooth the hair back from my brow. "That was amazing! And you looked so gorgeous just now when you came. It was beautiful."

"But you haven't finished yet," I whined.

"Well," she smirked, "maybe you can give me a hand with that."

"Oh, I can do a hell of a lot better than a hand." I stood up and tossed the soiled condom into the trashcan by the end table before returning to the side of the bed and dropping to my knees on the floor.

"What are you doing?" she asked, tilting her head up to look at me.

"Just lay back and enjoy." I slid my hands under her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed until she was spread open for me, right under my mouth. "God, that's beautiful," I moaned, leaning over to touch her swollen, wet folds with my tongue.

As good as she tasted when I kissed her… that was nothing compared to this.

She tasted like pure liquid sex, raw and primal, and I knew I could die a happy man tomorrow after finally knowing that taste.

I lapped at her hungrily, switching between long, broad strokes and light, teasing flicks. It didn't take long before she was moaning and panting again, grinding herself into my mouth as she held my head in place. I could tell she was getting close, so I slowly inserted two fingers inside her while I licked and sucked her clitoris, hoping to make her come even half as hard as I had.

Before long, her body started shaking violently, and she let loose with an insanely long stream of Portuguese that I had no hope of keeping up with. I thought I heard a foder and a merda, so if I had to guess, I would say that she was swearing up a blue streak that would make a sailor blush.

When her shaking finally came to an end, she leaned up on her elbows to look me in the eye. "That was fucking incredible."

"I aim to please," I chuckled, thrilled that she had enjoyed it.

"Well, you certainly succeeded." Bella looked over at the clock on the nightstand. "Oh my God, it's already almost eight in the morning!"

"Yeah, we better get some sleep," I yawned as I stood up, feeling my exhaustion for the first time since we'd come back to the room.

We pulled back the covers and climbed into bed, our two bodies fitting together like missing pieces of a puzzle. Bella laid her head on a spot on my chest that suddenly felt complete with her attached to it, and my arm settled into the dip of her waist like it was made to be there.

As we cuddled together in the dark and waited for sleep to claim us, I remembered something I had wanted to ask her.

"So… do you always make love in Portuguese?" I couldn't hold back a small laugh when I asked, hoping that she knew I was only teasing her and that I actually thought it was sexy as hell.

"I can't help it sometimes," she whispered, as if she were embarrassed. "When it's as good as that was… it sort of blows my mind and I slip back to my native tongue."

"Hey, no complaints here," I smiled. "That tongue of yours can do whatever it wants to with me."

"Ha ha, very funny." She slapped my arm before kissing a spot on my chest, making it tingle.

"Seriously, though… I didn't mind one bit. It kind of turned me on even more, so don't ever feel like you have to hold back, okay?"

"Sim, querido," she purred in the darkness.

"Do you want to get any sleep tonight? 'Cause I'll roll you over right now if you keep that up."

"Alright," she laughed, followed by a loud yawn. "I'll be good. But I'll remember that tomorrow, so watch out."

"Bring it."

After that the room was silent, all but for the steady sound of her breathing as she drifted off to sleep. It was pleasant; the kind of sound that someone could get used to after one lonely, quiet hotel room after another.

I listened to it as I drifted off to sleep, trying to memorize it, wondering in the back of my mind if it might be possible one day to have that sound next to me every single night.