Disclaimer: you know the drill - I don't own Twilight. However, I did wrote this, and missrebecca checked it for me.

Chapter 11

Bella

'Edward?'

In my lust-induced haze, my brain was a little slow to catch up. One moment, I was quickly being fucked into oblivion. Seriously, after the teasing texts and the making out earlier, I was so tightly wound, everything he did felt amazing. Add to that his skillful touch, and I was a happy girl. But the next moment, I heard a thud, followed by a string of expletives, and I couldn't see or feel him anymore.

Had he actually fallen from the bed? How on earth did he manage that?

'Edward? Are you okay?'

He answered with a frustrated groan.

'Yeah. Just… give me a minute.'

I scrambled to my knees and flicked on the bedside lamp, finding Edward on the floor, tangled in one of the sheets, his face the color of a ripe tomato. The sight was so comical I couldn't help but laugh.

'Are you seriously laughing at me?' he accused, trying to free his legs.

'I'm sorry,' I giggled. 'I can't help it.'

'Oh, so you think it's funny that I fell out of bed?'

He had managed to get to his feet again and reached for me with a mischievous look in his eyes. Before I had the chance to back away, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and I had to cling to him to prevent myself from falling off. Being pressed close to him once more, and both of us still naked, alerted me to the fact that he was still very hard, and now wedged between our bodies. My startled squeal turned into a soft moan, because without consciously deciding to do so, my hips ground into him as my legs tightened around him.

'Bella,' he gulped. 'Wait.'

I worked to still my hips, and buried my head in his neck, sucking on the skin below his ear. He took a deep breath before speaking again.

'Can we, uhm… move this somewhere else? I don't want to risk falling again.'

'Okay… What did you have in mind?'

He didn't answer, instead he unwrapped my legs from around his waist and handed me his shirt to wear, before pulling out a pair of boxers from his dresser. He then took my hand and led me out of the room and into the hallway. He opened a door and flicked a few switches, revealing a large room, tiled with white marble. The central focus of the room was a large, sophisticated bathtub, positioned in front of an arched window overlooking the mountains. Edward kissed my knuckles, then released my hand and walked over to the tub, starting to fill it up. I was left standing just inside the door in my temporary stupor. When he had made sure the water was of the right temperature, he turned back to me and took my hands, guiding me to the side of the tub, where about two dozen candles were lined up, and handed me a lighter.

'Why don't you light the candles, while I go get some towels?'

He returned a few minutes later with not just a set of fluffy white towels, but also a bottle of wine in a cooler and two champagne flutes. The candles were lit, emitting a mix of jasmine, lavender and sandalwood scents. I took a moment to appreciate the way the subdued light played on his mostly naked form as he opened the bottle and filled both glasses. He was all strong lines and lean muscles, and simply remembering how they felt under my touch had me clenching my thighs again. Edward smirked when he caught me ogling him, and wordlessly handed me a glass.

'I thought we could maybe relax in here for a while,' he explained, moving to push several buttons to start the jets in the tub.

'Oh, Edward,' I smiled seductively while placing my glass on the edge of the tub. 'I don't think relax is the right word.'

With that, I unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall open. His eyes followed the path of my hands and he swallowed thickly. Stepping into the hot tub, I reached out my hand to him. He quickly discarded his boxers, that lovely cock springing free again, and joined me in the warm, undulating water. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me deeply before peeling the shirt off me and flinging it over the side of the tub. I ghosted my hands over his warm skin, tracing the muscles of his stomach, which flexed at my touch, all the while placing small kisses all over his chest. My lips traveled up to his neck as my fingers found his cock, eagerly wrapping them around him. I stroked him for a few minutes while I whispered dirty things in his ear, reveling in the way his breathing became labored and how he grew almost impossibly harder in my hand. Next, I sunk to my knees and took him in my mouth. His knees buckled slightly, but he remained standing, eager to keep my mouth on him. I moaned around him at the feeling of the jets hitting my body in interesting places. His head fell back, his eyes shut tightly, and his jaw dropped in a drawn-out moan.

'Shit, Bella…'

I started working him in earnest, taking pride in the way he responded to my efforts, every lick, swivel and suck, while cupping his balls and massaging them gently. One of his hands had found its way into my hair as the other lovingly stroked my cheek. He looked into my eyes with a look of awe on his face. Then, all of a sudden, he stilled my movements, pulled out of my mouth and sat down on the bench, pulling me into his lap.

'I want to be inside you when I come,' he spoke in a low, gravelly voice, causing a shiver to run down my spine at the sensual promise.

Our hips moved against each other, but before he could slip inside, he grabbed a condom and a bottle from the edge of the tub. Lifting his hips out of the water, he rolled down the condom and then took my hand, squirting a generous amount of lube into it and rubbing it onto his length.

'Because of the water,' he explained.

He gently rinsed off my hand before pulling me back to him. Carefully, I lowered myself onto him. We started moving together, the only sounds the movements of the water and our panting breaths. It wasn't long until his thrusts became more powerful and he pulled my hips into his with increasing force. I held onto him for dear life as his face was nestled in the crook of my neck and he grunted through his release while I shuddered in his arms.

o.O.o

The next morning, I woke up with a pleasant soreness throughout my body and the warm weight of Edward holding me to him. I hummed in contentment and snuggled even closer, his arms around me tightening in response.

'Morning,' he mumbled sleepily, placing a lingering kiss on my shoulder.

I rolled over in his embrace and kissed him softly on the lips. That turned into heated kisses, groping hands, and grinding hips. What was this man doing to me? Just when I was about to suggest we retrieve another condom, the alarm on my phone went off.

'Fuck,' I cursed.

'Hmm, that was my intention,' Edward quipped, and continued to lave kisses on my body.

I made a feeble attempt at pushing him away, not wanting to get up, but in reality having no choice.

'Today is the wedding, remember? We both have to be there in time and I have to go to my room first to get ready,' I reasoned.

Defeated, he rested his forehead against mine.

'You're right. Why don't you fix yourself a cup of coffee while I take a quick shower and get dressed, then I'll take you to the hotel?' he suggested as he pulled me from the warm comfort of his bed.

After a kiss that left me swooning he disappeared into his bathroom. Having no other options, I dressed in my clothes from the night before, and then made my way downstairs to his kitchen. His coffeemaker was pretty self-explanatory, so within minutes I was enjoying a much needed first caffeine hit. I expected to need many more to last me through the day that lay ahead.

Halfway through my second cup, I heard Edward walk down the stairs. Not wanting to delay any further, I poured the rest of my coffee down the drain and walked out into the hallway.

The sight I was met with stopped me in my tracks.

There was that damn wool coat again. My lady bits were seriously tingling. No man should be allowed to look this sinful in so many layers of clothing.

This was going to be a long day.