Chapter 34.

OtA

"Stop laughing!" Edward was trying to control his wife who was now sitting astride him, his penis happily (and finally) finding had made its way into her vagina. Both of them were sober. Both (hopefully) would remember this moment. Except Bella was destroying it with her giggling.

"I can't help it, stop stroking the skin under my arms!" She let out another giggle. Every time she did so, her tight muscles squeezed his dick and caused a sensation that he was fairly certain was going to make him cum at any moment.

"You are ticklish everywhere! You're bloody broken you are- I can't even touch your boobies without you giggling. This isn't even remotely erotic!"

"Boobies? You wanker- are you three? Who the hell calls boobies, well boobies?"

"You just did."

"You're bloody Englishness is rubbing off on me! "

"No my bloody Englishness is rubbing inside of you and if you don't stop giggling this is going to be over very soon."

"My giggles do things to your wiener?" Bella crossed her arms and tried very hard not to giggle.

"Did you just call my manhood..."

"Your impressive manhood..."

"Yes well that's undeniable, but did you just call my manhood a wiener?"

"Yes, that's what I called boy's pee-pees at the age of three. I called them wieners. And your wiener likes my vajayjay when it jiggles."

"That's rather alliterative of you there. But if it's okay by you I would very much like to attempt to fulfill my obligation of orgasms..."

"Multiple orgasms..." Corrected Bella.

"Yes well I can't very well fulfill my husbandly duty to give you multiple orgasms if you are going to make me explode prematurely inside of you without even having the opportunity to thrust around a bit."

"Wow you just took the eroticism of lovemaking with you to a whole new level there sporto." She whacked him affectionately on the arm. He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips gently.

"Shhhh now. I really wish you had a dump button*"

"Why Mr Cullen you are so rude, I would never attempt to prevent you from saying anything ever again. I would never push the dump button on you."

"Shut up Mrs Cullen, come here." He kissed her soft lips, running his fingers through her hair and along her spine. He was grateful she wasn't ticklish anymore. He moved her bottom slightly, attuning it into the rhythm that he was making with his gentle thrusting.

She made the cutest mewing noise, the quietest little content grunts. He was completely lost in the beauty that was his wife.

"Ok, just tell me when it gets too much, this is much more about you than me." He stroked her hair and moved it off her face.

"Just shut up and bang me you dumbarse Brit."

"Dumbarse Brit? If this is sexy talk then you need to work on it." He laughed again. She felt amazing. He really did want to bang her. Until she was screaming nothing but his name.

She held her finger up to his mouth.

"Shhhh, more banging less talking."

She didn't have to tell him twice. Within minutes the small panting noises she had been making had turned into louder grunts.

"Mmmm Edward, mmm baby don't stop" Her voice was jagged. Her fingernails were digging into his back, pushing him along in encouragement. He followed the rhythm that she wanted. BANG BANG BANG BANG. He was getting close.

He came. The noises she made indicated that she too had reached her brink. He pushed her a little further.

With each thrust she uttered those three little words every man wants to hear...

"MULTIPLE...FUCKING... ORGASMS"

THE END.

Thanks for reading and also for reviewing. That's all she wrote folks. Except maybe for one epilogue. Maybe. If I drink enough alcohol. Much love to Teena and Elaine, for reading this drivel and guiding me for over a year.

The dump button is what the button is called that wipes out what the DJ is saying on air, and generally deverts to a pre-programmed song. Mostly so the studio can jump on the DJ, whack him around the head and try and prevent the verbal armageddon that may have occurred.