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Perfect Two- Auburn

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Chapter 56: Abracadabra. The pants were gone!

BPOV

I couldn't see his reaction, but I could certainly feel it.

Oh my did I feel it, to the ends of my toes and tips of my hair, I felt Edward.

And when he slowly relaxed into me, overheated and heavy on me, I knew he was overcome. He didn't move off of me immediately, which seemed a little odd, and so I whispered to him, just his name.

He sighed and seemed to get heavier.

"Everything," he mumbled, and I could feel his lips grazing my neck where my shoulder met.

Another sigh, another nuzzle and still he was on top of me, the weight of him not uncomfortable, but strange.

And then his evening breaths.

He was blissed out.

I slowly moved my hands that I had struggled to keep still and wrapped my arms around him, hearing his happy sigh escape from his lips by my ear. I wasn't sure if he still wanted me to remain blindfolded, but it didn't really matter.

I could see him in my head, eyes closed and a sweet boyish grin on his has as he lay there.

He nuzzled again and held me close, like he wanted to never let me go.

I could understand his reaction.

I wanted to remain like this with him forever.

What we had just shared was so much.

He had opened up and shown me a side of himself that he had been thinking I would fear.

Silly boy.

"I love you, Edward," I whispered, hugging him a little closer.

He hummed drowsily and held me tighter, but made no move to roll away or get up.

Which was okay, even though I had to pee and his hip was pressing my bladder like a Scotsman squeezes a bagpipe.

And I still couldn't see.

I disengaged myself long enough to slide whatever he had tied on my head free, pulling away a striped cashmere scarf. It was soft and quite long, but it had certainly done its job. I had seen nothing that he had done. Sliding my hand over his arm that lay draped around my shoulder, I glanced around the room to see it for the first time since he had come back in.

I was a little confused by the things on the night stand.

Was that what he had used?

He was definitely creative.

I carefully slid out from under him, not wanting to wake him, intent on slipping away to pee and clean up. I was pulling my aching legs over the side of the bed when I felt a strong arm wrap around my hips and warm lips brushing along the small of my back.

"Don't leave yet," he whispered quietly into my spine.

I shivered at his breath along my skin and looked down to find his head peeking from around my hip, one eye staring up at me.

"I just had to pee and clean up," I said, smiling down at him.

His eye crinkled a little and I could just make out the smile on his lips as he continued to kiss me along the soft skin of my hip.

"I just don't want you to leave yet," he murmured and then nipped at me on the fleshy part of my hip, making me yelp.

His eye widened for a moment, gauging my reaction before I pushed him back into the bed and grabbed at his hands as he tried to pull me over onto my back.

"You're going to make me pee, you!" I cried out, laughing and squirming against him until we finally settled down, my body half across him.

He let out a soft chuckle and then squished up his face in discomfort.

"I need to go take care of this," he mumbled and was sliding the condom off, making me wrinkle my nose as well.

"I hate the smell of latex," I said, my nose still wrinkling up. "It makes me want to hurl."

"Really?" he asked and looked down at his lap, frowning. "That could get complicated."

I could almost see his thoughts as he processed them in his head.

Yeah, not a fan of swallowing latex, Edward.

"We should clean up then," he said, seeming to understand why I had wanted to slip away. When he looked up again, he was smiling again. "I definitely don't want to smell like something that makes you ill."

"Exactly," I said, giggling when he leaned in to kiss my neck and nibble at it.

"I need to change out my clothes in the dryer too," I said as I slowly slid to the side of the bed again, evading his lips when it seemed like he wanted to go further. I really did have to pee.

When I stood I looked down at the things he had collected again and shook my head.

"Did you use this on me?" I asked, raising a bamboo skewer towards him.

He smirked and actually blushed.

"Yes."

I nodded and picked up a spoon from the glass of ice water he had there.

I raised my eyebrow at him and giggled.

"This puts the idea of spooning in a whole different perspective," I teased.

He chewed at his lip and grinned at me as he stepped up behind me, one finger tracing along my shoulder and down my back as his lips laid delicate kisses along my shoulder.

"I liked the spooning, in every sense," he whispered.

I sighed and closed my eyes for a second.

When I opened them again I spied a wide spatula on the table.

"You didn't use this," I said, picking it up.

He blushed again.

"You were way too tempting. Otherwise I might have spanked you with it," he said, his voice dangerously low again.

"Well I guess I get to play with it then," I teased, his eyes going wide.

"Let's get cleaned up, and take care of your clothes," he replied quickly. "And then we'll see."

I narrowed my eyes at him and wondered if there were some things he didn't want done to him, but I wasn't going to push that conversation. I liked the teasing banter we had going on.

He kissed me one more time before letting me disappear into his bathroom. It was a typical small guest bathroom, but Edward's things were strewn everywhere. A few clothes on the floor, his shaving cream which I admit I sniffed at, and all his other little personal things.

I cleaned up quickly; throwing on the sweats he had given me before practically skipping down to the kitchen to join him. I was first to get there, so I changed out the laundry and looked around the kitchen.

Thinking he must not have eaten much during the day, I poked around the cabinets to see if maybe I could put together something we could snack on. I knew I was hungry. He had to be ravenous. Digging through the one tall cupboard by the washer, I found peanut butter and some Nutella.

Having become a newly obsessed perv, my mind went places of course.

So they came out of the cupboard and a plan was hatched.

"What are you doing?" I heard softly in my ear just before Edward's arms found their way around my waist.

"I thought you might be hungry," I replied smoothly and turned slightly, giving him a sexy look. "So I want to feed you."

He swallowed loudly and licked at his lips as he surveyed what I had so far.

"What are you going to make?" he asked.

"That's my surprise," I teased and turned around in his grasp to kiss him slowly.

He pressed into me, his tongue immediately searching me out.

Wow, he really did have some recuperative skills.

I sighed against his lips, a little dazed by his nearness. Only his sudden stomach rumble made us come to our senses. He offered me an embarrassed smile and took a measured step back, hands sliding into his pockets.

"What can I do?" he asked.

I nodded to the refrigerator.

"How about something to drink. I'm thirsty," I said and grinned at him when he chuckled knowingly.

Panting and gasping took a lot of fluids out of you.

I continued to find little things I wanted to try with him, putting them on a tray he provided as I moved around his kitchen.

Some fruit.

A few things to fool around with.

"Did you use all the spoons?" I asked, looking at the empty silverware drawer.

He simply grinned and pulled out a couple from the dishwasher.

"Almost."

Oh…. He was going to get it.

I had butter knives and I knew how to use them.

He thought he could have all the fun?

Well.

I was hungry for my version of a Reese's Peanut butter cup.

With a side of Edward.

Edward watched me gather things in silence, but I noticed his eyes grew lustier with each new thing. By the time we made it back up into his room, his hands were all over me again.

"I'm starving," he groaned against me, hands moving up to capture my breasts, lips devouring my neck.

"I won't be able to do anything if you keep this up," I said, trying to sound calm.

But whenever his hands touched me, it was a fight not to just jump him.

He groaned in frustration when I pushed him onto the bed, but that was short lived when he reached out to try and pull me into bed with him. I took a step back and shook my head, trying to clear it.

"It's my turn, Edward," I chastised. "Behave or I'll just have to think of a way to make you."

He offered me a cocky eyebrow raise and leaned back casually against the headboard.

"I'd like to see that."

Oh he was testing me.

I moved the tray of food to the side of the bed, eyeing him as I stood beside the bed to contemplate my next move.

Teasing.

I was going to tease him in my own way.

I smiled sweetly to him just before I pulled my top off, followed by my pants.

He was still ogling me when I surprised him further by straddling his thighs as he sat there.

"Take off your shirt," I ordered, his hands moving from the back of his head to tug on the shirt almost immediately.

I leaned in and traced my fingers down the contours of his chest, never really getting time to have done this before. He really was a beautiful being. Not overly muscled like his oaf of a brother, but cut and strong in all the right places. When my fingers tickled at the hair on his belly, I felt him adjust on instinct.

Oh yeah, this could be fun teasing him.

At least until he decided he had had enough.

Could I handle him one more time?

Like I needed to ask that!

His hands moved to my jaw, holding me in place so that we could stare at one another for seemingly forever, drowning in one anothers eyes as my hands traced and tickled.

"I want to feed you," I whispered finally.

He swallowed again, but the look on his face was carnal. He remained silent, and his hands fell away to lay on my thighs, offering me the chance to move and reach for some of the food on the plate.

I grabbed the banana first, peeling it slowly while he watched, mouth open slightly.

I took the first bite, and I admit, I took a bigger portion than necessary.

He didn't seem to mind.

Breaking off a piece while I chewed, I placed it in his mouth carefully, watching in satisfaction as he chewed and then swallowed, his throat moving as he took it down. We remained quiet as he would watch me take in a bite, then offer him one after. The banana was just a starter. Next came the strawberries which seemed to remind us both of biting and tasting my nipples once upon a time. I kissed and licked at him every time a strawberry threatened to juice him, his mouth capturing mine every time my own drew near.

He was entirely too aggressive when I was supposed to be the one teasing him.

And we still had more to eat.

What I really wanted was still sitting on the tray.

I offered him a drink to wash down the banana and then moved onto the two jars on the tray, unscrewing the lids while he watched with hungry eyes.

"Do you like chocolate and peanut butter?" I asked, dipping a spoon into the peanut butter and a knife into the Nutella.

He nodded with a jerk of his head.

Smiling easily I held the spoon between us and kept his eyes on mine as I slowly swirled the peanut butter with one finger. When I had a nice bit on the finger I laid the spoon down and picked up the knife holding the Nutella. His eyes wavered to the knife, wondering what I was going to do.

Sitting up a little drew his eyes back to mine, widening slightly when I angled my finger towards his mouth.

"Open up."

He did as I said and took in my finger, swirling his tongue and sucking hard on my finger to remove the peanut butter.

I could have died right then at how erotic it was to feel him devouring my finger.

But I had plans.

While he sucked on my finger, his eyes followed the knife as I slowly brought it to my breasts, lathering up the nipples like they were the tops of mini cupcakes. He moaned around my finger when he realized what I was doing.

Adjusting a little higher, I leaned in, feeling his mouth release my finger in eager anticipation for the next serving.

"Taste."

I felt his hands wrap around my hips to draw me up higher to his lips, the heat of his mouth taking in one nipple to work on the Nutella. Licking and sucking hard, he moaned into me again, causing me to shiver at the vibration that ran through me. He made quick work of the one nipple, moving to the other as if it were his last meal.

As soon as he had cleaned that one off, I pulled on his head to draw him to my lips, tasting the heady mix of peanut butter, Nutella and all Edward as our tongues tangled and caressed one another. I felt Edward's hands moving to adjust me, to lie me down on the bed, but I wasn't having it.

I had other things to try.

I reached for his hands and pulled them together between us, his breath coming hard as he caught sight of his scarf in my hand.

"Bella," he croaked, eyes blazing, chest heaving.

"May I?" I asked, slowly wrapping the scarf around his wrists.

"Yes… god yes."

I smirked and kissed him again quickly before returning to my task.

Charlie had wanted a boy. I knew that. Was fine with that. Because what came with being a girl in a macho dad's house is the ability to learn things.

Like fishing.

How to knock a guy out.

How to properly restrain things.

Knots, in other words.

Charlie had been the king of knot tying.

So of course I had learned.

"Not too tight?" I asked, smirking at Edward's blinking eyes as he tried to work his hands free.

"That's," he said, pausing to pull again. "That's really good."

"I told you not to underestimate me," I teased softly and slowly wiggled my way down the bed until I was standing at the foot of it. "Now why don't you lay down and put your hands above you."

I could see his heart beating in his chest, see the excitement in his pants as he slid down to lay on his back. When he was settled, I took the bottom of his pants and raised my eyebrow at him. He smirked and raised his hips enough for me to live out my fantasy of being a world class magician.

Abracadabra.

The pants were gone!

With an evil glint in my eye I moved back up his body until I straddled over his stomach, feeling the firm reminder of him pressing into my ass. His eyes followed my body as I stretched over him, breasts practically burying in his face as I took the long tail of the scarf and threaded it through the slats that made up his headboard. I may have worked a little slower at tying him up.

Having his head nestle between my breasts was a nice reward for working slowly.

But when I had finished, he was well and truly trussed up to his bed. He flexed slightly, feeling his bindings for strength.

"You better be careful," I warned as I sat back to look at him. "You might break the headboard if you're not careful."

As if to test the theory he tugged on the scarf again, both of us watching as the slats flexed a little.

"I'm not explaining to Esme what happened it you break those," I said simply.

"No, probably not a good idea," he said, grinning widely.

"Can I get back to work now?" I said, pretending to be frustrated.

My hand started a simple tracing of circles around his forehead, smiling down at him as I watched his eyes wander. What was different about what he had done to me and what I wanted was that I knew he liked watching. And I liked it when he did.

He made me feel sexy.

Just by his reactions.

I was sure he'd enjoy being blindfolded as well. But this was different. He could see what he couldn't have and couldn't act on it.

I let my fingertips draw lines down his strong jaw, playing across his lips that quivered and pouted when I drew away too soon, down the rough texture of his throat. He hadn't shaved today, so his stubble scratched at the pads of my fingers as I drew them down.

Down the long line of his torso.

Down to where my body met with his.

Where I could feel myself heating up as I looked down at his beauty.

His breathing had grown more labored as my hand moved, and when I looked up into his eyes, I was taken by surprise at the intensity of his stare as he watched my hand, so close to my entrance.

Did he like that?

I let my other hand drift away, travelling up my own torso, to which he followed with his eyes in rapt attention. I let my fingertips circle the outside of my breast, experimenting with his reaction.

He didn't disappoint.

I could feel it in his intake of breath, in the heaviness of his eyes.

And the hard pressing behind me as his hips tried to adjust.

"do you like that?" I asked, my voice so unlike my own. It was dark and throaty.

Sexual.

He nodded and licked at his lips, arms straining a little to make the headboard creak.

"Behave," I said, smirking.

"Touch," he hissed. "God I want to do that, but you look so hot doing it to yourself."

This was not exactly what I had planned, but this seemed better than making him watch me give him a blowjob, so I teased him a little this way.

He did make me feel sexy and in control, just by the desperation I could see on his face and in his body as he stretched and panted.

"Do you like me doing this?" I asked and rolled my thumb over my nipples, both of us groaning at the action.

I adjusted my hips against his stomach, feeling his cock aiming for more desired places. Moving again, I had him wedged beneath me, my ass serving as a very good tease for him.

Of course I was reminded of hot dogs and my ass as the bun.

But I was teasing here, so I'd think about Oscar Meyer later.

Now, it was all about Edward.

Who was flexing and whimpering a little as he eyed where I sat upon him. I hadn't realized that I had let my hand cup me there, some instinctual need for pleasure while I felt him moving under me to relieve some of his own tension.

"This?" I asked and shifted my hand, leaving two fingers to slide back down.

Down.

Oh that's really nice.

"Yes," he breathed and moved again under me, rocking slightly.

His movements made me move, which in turn made me feel a little more.

Back and forth, slow and measured.

So much for blow jobs.

Moving like this just made me want him again.

Pain and stiffness be damned.

Feeling him beneath me, watching him devour my movements in his eyes.

I wanted him.

I wanted to show him.

Wanted to do it for him.

Fumbling beside us on the bed, I pulled out the packets of condoms Edward had tossed in the bed at some point in my blind trial. I heard him whimper and still when he saw what was in my hand.

"But," he stammered, looking both conflicted and desperate at once.

I leaned down to kiss him, rising up enough to break our connection.

"I want it," I murmured into his lips, nipping at them before sliding down further on his body, low enough that I could touch him.

He whimpered again and pressed his head back into the pillows when he felt my hand wrap around him, offering him a little more before I had to put that nasty thing over him. He was so incredibly beautiful there. Hard, thick, something I might have squealed at and ran away from a few months ago if someone showed it to me without the benefit of seeing the whole man.

But I knew, everything about Edward was incredible.

I eased the condom over him, feeling so powerful when I heard his harsh breaths at my touch. Crawling over him slowly, I held him to me as I watched him.

Swallow.

Pant.

Whimper at the first touch of my middle to his.

Sink. Slow.

Another whimper.

That one was me.

Stretching.

So deep.

"Bella."

Long breath in, long sigh out.

Deeper.

So much more this way.

"Fuck."

I opened my eyes to find him straining his neck back. Eyes closed, mouth clenched and making a growling sort of noise. Hands gripping the head board where I had him tied.

This was all mine.

And he was all in me.

I pushed my hips forward, rolling his pelvic bone against mine and we both whimpered.

So good.

Hip move.

Out just a little.

His own flexed.

In to the core.

Touching.

Something deep and miraculous within.

"Oh, oh shit," I panted and did it again.

A little faster.

Roll.

Pull back.

His flex.

Deep and stroking.

Faster.

My hands on his ribs, wrapped around to hold on.

Hips gyrating. Him panting, saying my name, head thrashing back and forth.

I looked down and could see him rising up to spear me, pulling out as I rode him.

Disappearing and then reappearing, slick and hard and moving with ease.

In and out.

Roll and pull.

Touching deep.

Touching.

"I want to touch you," he pleaded.

I looked up from our joined points to find him looking down there also, breathing heavily and biting his lip.

I raised up and pushed into him a little harder, meeting his upthrust with my downturn.

I didn't want to let him go so soon, but I watched as the wood flexed and creaked as his fingers turned white knuckled rfom grasping.

"What do you want to touch?" I asked, my voice breathless from our action.

"There," he groaned and nodded to where we were joined. "I want to feel that. I want to touch you there."

His head lulled back again and he groaned loudly, pushing into me even harder as I rode him.

He was starting to unravel.

He was touching me with what he could, but he thought it wasn't enough.

"You feel so good like that," I said, hearing him groan again at my words.

"Fuck. Fuck!" he cried and I felt us pick up speed.

We were hammering at one another now, my hair flying and I knew my breasts bouncing as I met his rhythm. But the way he reached me inside was not like the other times. He was finding places that sung when they were touched by him.

Deep.

"Yes! " I cried and grabbed at his shoulders to keep from being thrown into the ehadboard as he raised his knees for better leverage. This new position had him angling just a little different to hit a spot in me that way that I was feeling every part of me come apart.

I heard him grunting, heard him cursing. I heard all sorts of things mixed with my own cries. Creaking, the tray clattering to the floor. Something maybe breaking as it hit.

I didn't care.

He and I were finding a deeper place that sent us both into some fantastic cloud of euphoria that left me limp and sprawled against him, panting and lightheaded.

He was panting and slick with sweat underneath me. Groggily I was barely aware of his fingers running down my back. Gentle tracing down my spine, a slow grasp of my ass and then fingers dragging back up again.

Hands.

His hands.

Loose.

"How did you?" I asked in a daze, rolling my head a bit to look up at him as he cleared his throat.

He didn't say anything immediately, but I could see just above his head what had happened.

Two pieces of wood stuck out from the grooves they were supposed to be set into.

"You… you broke the bed," I said in astonishment.

"Um, I think I can fix it," he replied, craning his neck to see the two slats poking out precariously.

"Let's see you hide that from Esme," I retorted.

"A lot of pillows?"

"Sure, that'll work," I replied sardonically.

He shrugged and held me a little closer, my mind realizing he was still tied up, holding me captive in his tied arms. I made to untie him but he stopped me with a kiss, shaking his head when I looked at him questioningly.

"I like it like this," he whispered. "We can stay like this for a little bit. I can hold you closer. And you really didn't tie me super tight."

He wiggled his wrist a little to show me he could get out if he wanted to.

Charlie would have been disappointed in my knots, I suppose.

But then again.

Yeah. Best not think about Charlie while I was in bed with Edward.

I snuggled into his hot body and let my fingers trace along the body I was learning with each new foray.

This was right.

I couldn't wait until next time.

Maybe a few days rest between though.

I'd definitely be sore for a few days now.

Jillian Michaels had nothing on the Edward Cullen workout.

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AN: sigh…a little more loving for our lovers… They better hurry up and get that place cleaned up before Esme gets home.

Laundry, some serious dishwashing time… and perhaps some home repairs…

Ah the aftereffects of good loving!

More soon!

MWAH!

steph