Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.

Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33.

We're all caught up so now it will only be present time.

Enjoy! I suggest a cold shower afterwards.


Present time

I still can't believe we're headed home on our wedding night.

My jokes are coming true, sadly.

Once the family has finally understood that I married an insane man, they started offering to give us a lift, but we couldn't leave just yet. So one by one, our rides left.

We stayed behind to talk a little with the staff of the hotel and thank them for the amazing night they gave us, covering whatever other expenses we had to give them, promising to send the money as soon as we got back, or via Internet.

When we are done, we look around to see everyone gone.

My parents were tired.

Rose took Emmett home a little while after the cake because apparently handling his alcohol is a little hard for him. It was funny as hell to see her dragging him out.

Alice had an early meeting in the morning with another bride-to-be and had to be fresh.

James took Victoria to his house after checking with her parents.

That kind of left Esme and Carlisle, but apparently they left too. I understand them, they're even older than my parents and it's like five in the morning.

The party started wrapping up around four, but with all the talking, the sun is coming out now.

Hand in hand we leave the hotel, grateful to find the cab parked in the front. Thank God for nice people calling us a cab.

"You know, we could have stayed here, at the hotel," I tell Edward as we step outside in the crisp December air.

"I didn't find it normal considering we have our own house, in the city."

I roll my eyes, lifting my skirt as I slide in the cab. He gets in after me closing the door, and then rattles off our address.

"Congratulations, you two!" the cabbie says amused.

"Thank you," we answer at the same time, sharing a huge smile.

"It's not every day I get to drive a bride and groom."

"You can boast to your friends that you met an insane newlywed couple," Edward tells him, and I chuckle. He settles on the bench, sighing, keeping an arm draped over my shoulders.

I lean into him, closing my eyes. "Mhmm, I'm tired," I yawn in my hand.

"No, come on, Bella," he protests softly.

"When's the plane tomor…today?" I wonder.

"At noon. We can catch a few hours of sleep."

"And we're going…"

"Stop it, Bella. Not telling you."

I pout. "I can always make you."

"Not gonna cave."

I narrow one eye at him, thinking of something…something that could possibly kill him, and me.

Ungh.

I've wanted to try this for some time—just with him, for him.

"What are you smiling about?" Edward asks, making my smirk widen, but I refuse to answer.

Finally home, we pay the cabbie, who wants to refuse us.

When did this happen? Are we in some parallel life?

Edward finally puts the money in the man's hand telling him to buy himself something nice, to remember of the crazy couple he drove home from their wedding. He finally accepts and after congratulating us again, he turns around and leaves.

Edward takes the keys from me, opens the door then picks me up and carries me over the threshold. He foots the door closed, places me back on my feet, planting a wet kiss on my mouth, before taking my hand.

"I want to show you something."

"What?" I frown, allowing him to lead me into the living room.

"Whoa!" I shout in surprise.

There's a tree near the window—a decorated Christmas tree, and there are different other Christmassy things around the room.

"When?" I whisper, staring at him with wide eyes.

These weren't here when I left for the church.

He clears his throat, looking down at me, clearly amused by my reaction. "Alice has people that are amazing with decorations." He shrugs.

"You're insane, Edward."

"I'll take it as a compliment." He kisses my forehead. "Wait until you see the bedroom."

"God," I moan, tugging him after me up the stairs.

I'm really curious.

Edward follows me, keeping his hand in mine.

There's a paper stuck in our door jamb.

Light them up. We didn't want to give you a bigger surprise than what you planned.

I raise an eyebrow at Edward, who laughs, balling up the paper.

"Wait here a moment, will you?"

Before I can answer, he slips inside the bedroom, closing the door in my nose.

Smooth, my dear husband.

While waiting, I try to disentangle my curls because my scalp hurts from the pins and how tight it's caught at the back.

"Done, baby!" Edward calls out, opening the door and beaming at me.

There are small candles everywhere and rose petals on the bed.

I spit the pins from my mouth, gaping at the scene in front of me.

"Christ, baby." I can feel tears in my eyes. "This is so sweet."

He watches me amused before sweeping my off my feet and carrying me to the foot of the bed, placing me there. His hands caress my face, his fingers run through my hair, disentangling it as he goes, his lips touching every spot on my face. I can feel love radiating from his every gesture.

I push his jacket off his shoulders, running my hands over his shirt clad chest, feeling his glorious muscles.

"Let me take the dress off," he offers softly.

"Actually, I want to try something." My words come out squeaky and shaky.

"Do you want to take it off on your own?" Edward frowns.

I gulp nervously and fall to my knees in front of him. Looking up into his huge, curious eyes, I know I can do it.

It can't be that bad—this is Edward.

My shaky hands find his buckle and fumblingly, I get it open, pulling the belt from the loops and throwing it away. Then I work on his dress pants.

I caress the protuberance getting a shiver from him, and a loud groan.

Mhmm, this is going to be fun.

My fingers grip the top of his pants, dragging them down. Without my permission, the boxers get caught too and I have him naked sooner than intended.

Oops.

He helps me take his pants off, by stepping out of his shoes then out of the pants and boxers.

And I have one waist down naked Edward in front of me.

Jeez.

It's intimidating.

I run my hands over the back of his calves and up, trying to find that courage I seemed to have when I mentally decided to do this.

"Bella, what are you doing?" Edward whispers when I press my lips to his stomach, so close to where his dick is resting—uh, twitching. "Bella…" He groans loudly when I twist my head and give the tip of his cock an experimental lick.

I suppress my own moan.

God, I missed out on something good.

But maybe all the things I read about eating something sweet making him sweeter down there are true. He did eat a lot of cake.

"Baby, you really don't have to…." Edward's hand is resting on my head.

I'm not sure why—to take charge and guide me, or to stop me.

Come on, don't be stupid.

We denied him this for years.

Time to rectify the mistake.

"Let me make you feel good," I murmur, cupping his ass cheeks and squeezing.

"Uh, at least…let me sit on the bed. This is too much. I never thought…"

"Shh," I whisper, allowing him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Now I'm kneeling between his legs, at a better angle with his glorious dick. I stroke it slowly, before leaning forward and pressing small kisses all over it.

I try not to laugh as I think that I'm kinda apologizing.

Edward's hands tangle in my hair, keeping it out of my face and guiding me slowly to do what he likes.

"Tell me," I prompt him, stroking him slowly. This, I know how to do, the problem is lips to dick.

"Uh, Bella. Do you expect me to talk you through that?" He groans loudly.

"Please, I want to make you feel good."

Taking a big breath, Edward cups my chin tilting my head. His green eyes are dilated and his face is flushed.

I did that… and I'm not even started.

"Okay, so the head is very sensitive…you can start with…you know sucking it slowly."

Dirty talking is the death of me.

I lean closer to him and do as he instructed me. My lips close around the mushroom head and I suck softly—my mouth filled with the essence of Edward. As I suck, something oozes from the tip, filling my mouth. It is gooey and I'm not sure about it, but then I hear a loud groan from my husband, his fingers tightening in my hair.

"That's it, baby. Just like that," he babbles. "Stroke my balls."

I do that tentatively, while I open my mouth wider, trying to take him in further. I'm concentrating on how much of his dick I can take so I'm not aware of my hands. Until Edward whimpers, pushing my hand away.

"Easy there. Don't kill my nuts."

"Oh, sorry," I apologize, feeling ashamed I hurt him. Not thinking much, I duck my head and press my lips to the base of his dick then slowly lick my way to his balls.

"Fuuuck! Uh, God. Bella!"

Huh. I'm doing something good.

How do women do this?

I'm not ambidextrous.

I return to the tip, making him buck his hips, surprising me when he hits the inside of my cheek. This time, he doesn't apologize, but keeps moving his hips slowly.

Taking charge again, I press my hands to his hips, stilling him as I start to slowly bob my head…just over the tip.

"I can't," Edward gasps, stilling my movements.

When he gets up, I wonder if I've done something wrong.

"Sit there." He points to the bed. I comply quickly. Now he's towering over me—his dick nudges my lips and I immediately open them to take him in.

I've been stupid to deny us this.

"God, baby. Please stop me if I hurt you."

You won't. I fix him with my eyes as I start moving slowly.

Slowly and surely, I take at least half of him in my mouth before I test the suction trick I read about. My hands go to his balls and what I can't take in of his dick.

When I touch a smooth and hard part just under his balls, Edward shouts my name, pushing further into my mouth.

I'm not so sure I can take it without gagging.

Edward's hands go to the top frame of the bed as he starts…fucking my mouth. I keep playing with his balls, while I take him in deeper and deeper each time. Just when I'm sure my gag reflex will kick in or my jaw will lock and I'll bite him, he stills. His head is thrown back, his stomach muscles are tight, his arms are straining as he squeezes the top frame of the bed—his fingers have found the rope he has hidden there. Then suddenly, he's moving again, but I regain my composure soon, adding a little tongue and sucking and the faint brushing of teeth. That does it because after a wild jerk, he spills in my mouth just when a loud tearing sound comes from above us.

I'm quick to move aside before the top frame falls on the bed. In my wild escape, I kind of push my blissed out husband to the carpet and I'm lying on top of him.

"Huh." It's all he says before he starts laughing.

I'm still not sure what to do with the thing in my mouth and it starts tasting yucky.

Thinking to hell with it, I swallow, cringing.

It was that or rushing to the bathroom. That's out of question, I'm content here in his arms.

"I think we had enough excitement for our wedding night," I murmur.

"No way you're escaping without a good thank-you fucking session. You're just too much, baby." Edward presses his lips to mine but I pull back, scowling. He laughs and hugs me tightly before opening my mouth.

If he doesn't care, I shouldn't either. I kiss him all the time after he goes down on me.

Laughing like two kids, he hoists me over his shoulder and takes me downstairs. We stop near the tree, not in the guestroom like I thought.

Oh, we're going to have our wedding night under the tree, near the fireplace. That's just…too romantic for words.