The Learning Curve: Chapter 135

A Non-Disclosed Location in Seattle

"Your turn's over," Edward said as soon as he recovered, looking askance at me. "Evil, wonderful woman," he accused.

I grinned. "Are you complaining? Because there's a couch out there you can sleep on."

Edward shook his head quickly and rolled his body over mine. "I was just about to express my gratitude, actually."

I didn't ask how he planned to thank me. That much was obvious in the rapid trajectory of his mouth down my body. I stretched my arms above my head and gave into the pleasure of his mouth on my skin, his tongue laving over my nipples and his fingers probing once more between my legs.

I lifted my head just enough to watch his head lower between my thighs, and I closed my eyes.

"God, that feels so good," I moaned at the hot, wet slide of his tongue against my sex. I felt him smiling as he pressed his lips to my clit in a soft kiss.

He didn't say another word to me, instead letting his actions do the talking - and the worshiping that his lips and tongue did told me he thought I was beautiful and sexy and that I had a husband who wanted nothing more than to bring me absolute bliss.

When I came, it was with my toes curling into the duvet and my hands gripping his hair so hard I nearly pulled it out.

Edward slinked over me, on the prowl, and I let my hands slide down his back over taut muscle and smooth skin.

"What do you think, one more?" he asked, looking down on me in that way of his that turned my bones to mush.

I nodded, unable to speak. The moment was just...so big, and I couldn't take enough of him in. My eyes roamed over his face, so familiar and yet so surprising even now, so shockingly beautiful.

"Hey," he whispered, bringing my focus back. His warm hand cupped my cheek and his thumb brushed over my bottom lip. His own lips tilted up in a sweet smile. "I love you."

Tears pooled in my eyes and I curled my hand around the back of his neck, the other resting on his firm shoulder. "I love you, too."

I pulled him down to me to kiss him. As I tasted his mouth, he slowly slid into me, and my breath caught in my throat.

It was like the first time - so new and so right. And tonight his skin slid against mine without barriers, the only thing between us the crushing love our hearts could not contain.

We made love quietly and slowly, simply feeling: the hair on his legs tickling my skin, the taste of wedding cake still on his mouth, the words of adoration he whispered in my ear. I didn't ask him to go faster or harder, even when I wanted him to, just because there was no good reason to rush this, and every reason not to. When I came, it was white-hot and lingering.

And when I curled up beside him to sleep, there was nowhere else I could possibly be.

A/N: Bad author is bad.

I'm going to call this the official "end" of the story. I'll keep posting snippets of their honeymoon, life at Dartmouth, etc. but I don't want to keep breaking my promise of daily updates.

Thanks for being with me for this project. 85,000 words in five and a half months? Not too shabby, at least compared to my usual rate.