Author's Note: I own nothing. I just like to play with the characters that were created by Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended.

Also, thank you for those of who have commented and offered well-wishes in my difficult time. It means a lot to me. Writing these stories has been my strength (as silly as that sounds) and has grounded me.

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. It means so much to me. More than you can imagine. These stories (this one in particular) are my babies and I adore the reviews and comments I receive. Much, much love to ALL of you!

I'm also trying to limit Edward's point of view on this as it is Bella's story. Her fresh start. But I wanted to put the dream about Tanya and her approval of Bella. There may be some more EPOV, but not too much. As always, thank you for reading the ramblings from my brain.

And, I'll stop talking. On with the story ;-)

Chapter 22: The Birthday

After Edward's Lasik procedure, I made a solemn vow to never let him drink. Even if he wanted to. What a hot mess. He was loopy. Handsy. But completely adorable. He woke up after his nap, unaware of what he had said before he went to sleep. His brows furrowed and he didn't like not being in control. I told him to stop obsessing over his lack of control and pressed him to tell me how his vision was. He removed his shield, which was fucking riot to see, and he looked around the room. He grinned and said that the procedure worked. I sniggered and went back downstairs to finish what I was working on: a theater lesson for my language arts classes.

Edward plopped down on the couch next to me and read over my shoulder as I typed my theater lesson. "Your birthday," he said simply.

"Sucks," I retorted. "Don't even think about anything. Doing anything. Getting anything. NOTHING related to my birthday."

"But Bella," he whined.

"Fuck, Masen, you sound like my middle schoolers," I teased. "'Ms. Swan, it's not fair!' 'I didn't deserve that grade.' 'Ms. Swan!'" I mimicked.

"I don't sound like that," Edward said, tickling my sides.

I swatted his hands away, giving him a pointed glare. "Edward, you know why I don't like my birthday."

"I do. But, Bella, I want to do something for you," he said, jutting out his lip in an endearing pout.

"You've already done so much, Edward. Letting me live here…"I began.

"I'm not letting you live here. I invited you. I want to live with you. This is not my house. It's our house," Edward said fervently.

"I don't feel like a contribute anything. I mean, I pay half of the utilities," I said.

"I'd rather you not pay for anything," Edward sighed. "It's not like I don't have the money, beautiful girl."

"But it's not right," I said. "I need to help out. I make a good amount of money. Not as much as a doctor, but enough."

"Bella, call me old fashioned or call me whatever. But my job is take care of you. Whether it's helping you out with your mortgage for your tainted condo or letting you stay here. It's my job and I enjoy doing it. Please, baby, let me spoil you," he said, lacing his fingers with mine.

"Have you gotten me the moon?" I teased.

"Not yet. But it's work in progress," he winked. Edward's phone chirped from his pocket and he grumbled. "Eye drop time. Blech." He got up and went into the bathroom, putting his eye drops into his emerald eyes.

I turned back to my lesson and began creating some worksheets and doing some research for a possible field trip. I found something that piqued my interest. The local opera house provided backstage tours and then gave discounted tickets to the student matinee. I would have to ask Mrs. Cope about the possibility of taking my students on this field trip. As I was typing up my proposal, my cell phone rang. It was number that I didn't recognize. I picked it up, "Hello?"

"Is this Isabella Swan?" asked a male voice.

"Speaking."

"Hi, I'm Austin Stevens and I'm the realtor working on selling your condo," he said. "I had several showings today and you've had an offer."

"What is it?" I asked as Edward came and sat down next to me.

"$275,500," Austin said triumphantly. "A very generous offer."

"It is. That's more than I paid for it," I smiled. "A lot more."

"So, do you accept the offer?" Austin questioned.

"Are they willing to take the furniture?"

"Yep. They loved the décor. Tremendously," Austin answered. "So, do I call them back?"

"Yes. I'll accept their offer," I said, bouncing on the couch. "Thank you, Austin!"

"You are quite welcome. Once they have received the news that you accepted the offer, you will need to sign some paperwork. Is there a number that I can fax it to you?"

I rattled off my school's fax number and said I'd get it tomorrow. Austin told me to not worry about it and that he would send it out first thing in the morning. I told Edward the news and he spun me around, kissing me fiercely. He insisted we go out for dinner tonight, but I was tired from the weekend and from being up at the ass crack of dawn this morning. I told him that we can go out another day. He pouted.

We decided on eating the leftover pizza for dinner and both settled in for an early night to bed. He was still a little loopy from the meds and I had to go to work tomorrow. Work, meh!

xx AFS xx

Work was brutal. The kids were hyped up on something or another. I never had to write up so many detentions and referrals in the four days we had this week. The only positive was my signing off of the offer for my condo. Oh, and being with Edward. When I got home from work on Tuesday, he pounced. I was dragged upstairs and sexed up within an inch of my life. He was truly a wildcat in the bedroom. The things he could do with his body, his tongue, and his hands made my hair curl and my panties damp.

On Friday, I was working in my classroom during my plan period when I heard a soft knock on my door. I looked up and saw Edward leaning against the door jamb. "Hi, beautiful."

"Edward, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Just got off from the hospital and I wanted to see my beautiful girlfriend," he smirked.

"But, in order to get into the school, you need to be escorted by a staff member," I blushed.

"He had the office call me," Rose smiled. "Your boy is quite the genius. You know that, right?"

"Thanks, Rose," Edward grinned.

"Quite welcome, Edward," she said as she poked him in the belly. He snorted and she danced away. "Behave in your classroom, Ms. Swan."

I growled lightly and shook my head. I got up from my desk and kissed Edward chastely on the lips. "I thought you were working until seven."

"I got off early. Besides, I need to make some arrangements for this weekend," he said, waggling his brows.

"Ugh," I grumbled. "My birthday, I almost forgot."

"Bella, the day of your birth is incredibly important. If you weren't born then we wouldn't be together," he rationalized. "I absolutely adore being with you. You are so incredibly special to me."

"I know, Edward. You are so special to me, too. It still doesn't change that I don't like my birthday," I sighed. I walked over to the whiteboard and put up my agenda for my last class of the day. Edward walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I'm sorry for being such a grump."

"You're not a grump," he whispered. "Just trust me, okay?"

"I do trust you, Edward. Immensely. With my life," I said as I turned around in his arms. He kissed me sweetly again as the bell rang, indicating the end of my plan period. "You have to go. Unless you want to teach my kiddos on how to discern the difference between an adverb and an adjective."

He wrinkled his nose. "That would be a no. I love you, beautiful," he said. "I'll see you at home."

He strode out of the classroom, almost being bulldozed by thirty eighth grade students. He chuckled as he waved and he left the school. The rest of the school day flew by and I headed out to my car. In my windshield wiper was a card. I frowned and opened it.

It all started here…meet me at 6.

I turned the card over and saw a coupon for Slammers. I giggled and drove home. When I got there, I noticed that Edward's Volvo was in the garage, but the Vanquish was gone. I walked into the house and went upstairs to shower and change. I left my hair down and curly. I put on a pair of distressed jeans, a blue graphic t-shirt and a gray blazer. I slipped on a pair of metallic ballet flats and checked the time. I put on some light makeup. I snorted as I thought how Alice would be pleased. I checked the clock and noticed I need to boogie out of there to get to Slammers.

I drove to the sports bar and walked in. I didn't see Edward's car and I frowned. I checked my watch and saw that it was six, on the dot. The bartender noticed me at the door and waved me over. "Bella?"

"Yeah, that's me," I frowned.

"This is for you," he smiled as he handed me another card. I thanked him and opened up the envelope. Inside was Edward's business card. I flipped it over.

No broken bones this time. But the offer still stands for the shoulder to cry on. My office is awfully empty without you.

I snorted and got into the car, driving to Craven. I walked into the ER and was greeted by Rhonda. She gave me a huge hug and birthday wishes. I asked for Edward and she told me that he was in his office. I walked down the corridor to his office and knocked on the door. A quiet voice bid me to enter. At Edward's desk, Carlisle was sitting there.

"Hi, Bella," he grinned.

"Hi, Carlisle. I'm looking for Edward," I said, arching my brows.

"I know. He's got you on some kind of wild goose chase," Carlisle laughed. "Here."

I reached for the envelope, thanking him with my eyes. I opened it up and there was another card.

The first 'quasi' date. I think I knew that I was in love with you then, my beautiful girl. I'm in the mood for some mushroom ravioli. Or perhaps chicken saltimbocca.

"Thank you again, Carlisle," I smirked.

"Happy birthday, Bella," Carlisle said warmly.

I waved and darted out to my car, getting another hug from Rhonda. I drove to La Bella Italia and parked in front of the restaurant. It looked dark, like it was closed. I furrowed my brow and walked to the door. I opened it and found it lit up with a million twinkle lights and one table in the middle of the entire restaurant. Edward walked out from behind the bar, wearing a pair of dark jeans, black t-shirt and black sport coat and holding a large bouquet of roses. "Table for two?"

My eyes filled with tears and I launched myself at him. He put down the flowers and caught me easily. I covered his face with passionate kisses. I pulled away and looked at him, my eyes wide with shock. "How…how…did you do this?" I asked.

"On Tuesday, I made all the arrangements. I got off early to make sure that everything was in place," he replied, brushing my hair off my face.

"But the entire restaurant?" I squeaked.

"I wanted you all to myself," he smirked. "And I intend to have all of you."

I whimpered as Edward's mouth descended on mine. His tongue slid between my lips and danced languidly in my mouth. His hands moved to my ass, squeezing lightly. Too soon, he pulled away and kissed my nose. "Don't want to get too carried away. Come on, beautiful girl. Dinner's waiting."

He led me to the table and assisted me in my seat. I blushed when I remembered my attire.

"What's wrong, Bella?"

"I look like a schlump," I grumbled. I picked at my blazer and dropped my gaze to the red checkered table cloth.

"You look beautiful. Exquisite. Gorgeous. Alluring," he pressed. "I can't imagine a more beautiful woman."

"Your biased, Edward," I giggled.

"And this is a bad thing because…" he teased.

I rolled my eyes and picked up the small menu placed in front of me. It was an embossed piece of paper with a pre-made menu printed on it. It recreated our first meal perfectly. I felt my tears build behind my eyelids. No one had ever done anything so thoughtful for my birthday.

"Bella?"

"Sorry," I cried. "This is just so much."

He got up and knelt in front of me, cupping my cheeks. "Nothing is too much for you, my beautiful girl. You deserve the world, the stars and the moon," he winked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, placing it in my hand. I arched a brow and looked at him skeptically. He looked at the box and gestured for me to open it. I did and inside was a ring. It was sterling silver or white gold with a large oval stone that looked iridescent blue when you looked at it head on, but faded to clear as it moved. On either side of the stone were a cluster of small diamonds. I gasped and looked at him. "It's not the moon, but it is a moonstone," he explained as he took it out. "I'm still working on the actual moon, beautiful." He slipped the ring onto my right hand, kissing it reverently. He looked up at me expectantly. "Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful," I whispered as I looked at the unique ring. "I've never seen anything like it. Thank you." I leaned forward and kissed his soft lips. Things started to heat up when Roseta cleared her throat. I blushed and looked down. "Oops."

"It takes two to tango," he chuckled. He got up gracefully and sat back down in the chair facing me. Roseta put two salad plates onto the table along with two glasses of white wine. I quirked a brow at Edward. "It's your birthday. A reason to celebrate."

"Edward, you do not make a good drunk," I snorted. "You blacked out when you had your eyes done."

"That was not alcohol," he rationalized. "That was ativan. Relax, beautiful. I am only having one glass."

"You can have as many glasses as you want, baby. I'm not worried," I smirked. "It was funny to see you loopy. I mean hysterical."

"I'm glad I amuse you, Bella," he said with a wry grin.

I winked and dug into my salad. I caught a glimpse at my ring and I sighed. I was mesmerized by the unique and different stone. It matched the man who gave it to me. He really did give me the moon. I looked up at him, in his handsomeness, and smiled. His hair was tamed. Well for him. His jade eyes sparkled. His mouth was turned up in a crooked grin. His clothes fit him impeccably. In addition to his good looks, Edward was the most compassionate man I had ever met. His heart was so big for everyone in his life. He'd do anything for his friends and family. He was a brilliant doctor and excellent administrator. I felt nothing but pride for him in addition to the love that overwhelmed my heart. "I love you, Edward."

"I love you, so much, Bella," he said as he grabbed my hand. "Our conversation is so different now than the first time we were here."

I chuckled and nodded. "We've come a long way." Roseta came and cleared our salad plates. She put down our dinners. Edward had the chicken saltimbocca and I had the mushroom ravioli. We ate our dinners in a comfortable silence, staring at each other. After our dinners were taken away, Roseta brought a cup of coffee for me and some water for Edward. "Thank you again for all of this," I said as I waved my hand to the restaurant.

"It's not over, yet," he winked. Roseta came out with a huge slice of rum cake and a candle on it.

I barked out a laugh. "Rum cake?"

"I found your recipe and emailed it to the pastry chef," he said, giving me a shy smile. "She made it for your birthday."

"But you're the one who likes my rum cake," I said with a mock accusing glare.

"You like it too," he countered. "Happy birthday, Bella. Make a wish and blow out the candle." My eyes closed and I made my wish.

I wish to be with Edward forever.

I opened my eyes and blew out the candle. We shared the slice of rum cake, Edward eating most of it. After dessert, Edward got up and offered me his hand. I twined my fingers with his and he led me to the door, picking up my flowers as we left. "But, we need to pay," I said.

"Already done," he said simply. "We have one more stop."

"Oh," I said intelligently. He led me outside and my car was gone. "Um, Edward. You know the big burgundy thing. My car? Yeah, it's gone."

"I know. I had Rose pick it up with Emmett and drop it off at the house," Edward replied. "I swiped your spare key."

I looked at him, my mouth gaping like a guppy. He captured my chin, kissing my lips softly. He tugged on my hand and put me into the passenger seat of the Vanquish. He drove us to Lover's Point. Cheesy as it sounds, it is a popular location for weddings and vow renewals because it overlooked the small mountain range near Sherryville. He parked the car and assisted me out of the Vanquish. He got a blanket and a small bag from the trunk. We walked slowly on the uneven trail. Edward was behind me in case I was going to fall. Surprisingly, I didn't.

We got to the gazebo at Lover's Point and it was covered in twinkle lights. Edward took the blanket and spread it out on the ground. He sat down gracefully and patted between his legs. I snuggled up next to him, his arms resting on my waist. "Has this birthday been better?"

"Yes. Thank you, Edward," I said as I kissed his jaw. "You are truly amazing. I mean, I can't believe you went through all this trouble."

"It wasn't trouble, Bella. I enjoy doing it," he smiled, caressing the contour of my cheek.

I leaned into his gentle touch, sighing. My eyes fluttered closed and he kissed my forehead. I felt him chuckle behind me. "What?"

"I'm surprised you haven't asked why we're here," Edward snickered.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

He snorted and smiled his perfect lopsided grin. "The second part of your present," he answered.

"My present is on Lover's Point?"

"Not exactly," he replied cryptically. "You can see it the best from here. But it needs to get a bit darker before we can see it . So, until then, we sit and cuddle and make out and talk and make out some more."

"Okay, Edward. I get it. You're horny. Insatiable, really," I giggled.

He growled and at inhuman speed was hovering over me. I was flat on my back, pressing my hands against his chest. "I'm horny and insatiable for you, Bella," he said in a seductive purr. His nose ghosted down my jaw and one of his hands hitched my leg over his hip. I whimpered and pulled him down against my body with my legs. I could feel his growing arousal push against my jeans. My hands fisted in his thick, soft hair and his lips brushed against mine. His tongue traced my mouth and left a wake of heated flesh to my earlobe. I moaned and bucked my hips. Edward's hands moved to the hem of my shirt and he lightly touched my belly, tracing circles around my navel. Too quickly, Edward pulled away and distanced himself from me. "I better behave or we'll get arrested for indecent exposure." I pouted and sat up, fixing my mussed up hair. "Don't pout, love. I intend on making you scream my name multiple times tonight."

"Can't wait," I replied. I pulled on Edward's lapel and he settled behind me again. "Since we can't go at it outdoors, what do you want to talk about?"

"You want to make love outdoors?" Edward squeaked.

"There's a first time for everything," I shrugged. "I'm not going to lie, my sexual experiences were very square."

"Square?"

"Boring. Lights off. Missionary. Me on top if I was feeling creative," I answered. "You know that you were really the first guy to, you know."

"Go down on you," he chuckled. I blushed and nodded. "Your past boyfriends and the douche of an ex-husband were assholes. Being with a woman that way is so intimate."

"I was always afraid of being 'icky' down there," I said.

"Trust me when I say, that there is nothing 'icky' about you. The way you smell; the way you taste; everything about you is an enormous turn on. I love that you react to me that way," Edward said as he nibbled along my neck. "That I make you that wet."

"Not helping the overbearing need to jump your bones, Edward," I whispered, grasping at his pant legs.

"Are you wet now?" he cooed.

I stealthily unbuttoned my jeans and grabbed Edward's hand. I brought it to my opened jeans. He slipped his fingers inside my panties and he circled my clit, groaning lightly. "Fuck, you're dripping, Bella," he rasped. He pulled out his hand and sucked on his fingers. "Better than the damn rum cake," he winked. "I can't wait until we get home. Ever made love in a pool?"

"Insatiable," I sighed as I rebuttoned my pants.

"Only for you, beautiful girl," he said. Edward glanced up and he got out from behind me. He took out a small telescope from his bag.

"Edward?"

"It's the last part of your present," he answered. He set up the telescope and peered through the viewfinder. He found what he was looking for and he dragged me to the telescope. "Look."

I pushed my eye up to the scope and looked at a small cluster of stars in the shape of a parallelogram. "The star on the top right," Edward prompted.

"What about it?" I asked.

He took out a small frame and handed it to me. It was a certificate from the International Star Registry. "The moon was too small. I wanted to get you the stars. So the blue giant star in that cluster is named after you."

"The star on the top right?"

"Yep," he handed me the frame and flicked on the flashlight he had on his car keys. Sure enough the certificate stated that the star I just looked at in the viewfinder was named for me. Again, my eyes filled with tears. They plopped down on the glass frame. "Bella, don't cry," Edward soothed.

"Happy tears," I said, hastily wiping my tears away. "Extremely happy tears."

"Not to be a jackass, but why are you crying?" Edward pressed as he placed the frame onto the ground, leading me to the gazebo. "You say happy tears, but…"

"In all of my life, I've never felt special. Not on my birthday. Not on any day. You make me feel like I'm the most important person in the world. The way that you care for me, it's heartwarming," I sniffled.

"Everyone has the right to feel special. I'm sorry that you never experienced it," Edward said sadly. "I plan on making up for lost time and I will make you feel special for the rest of my life, if you let me."

"The rest of your life?" I whispered.

"I know that you are nowhere near ready for marriage. I completely understand your hesitancy to get married again, but I want nothing more than to be your husband. For you to be my wife," Edward said quietly, cupping my face with his soft, secure hands. "We've been together for only a short time, but I feel it in my heart, in my soul, in everything that we will be together forever. I love you so much, Isabella. Whenever you're ready, I am. Hell, if you want to fly to Vegas tonight, I'd buy the damn ticket."

"No Vegas, Edward," I snickered quietly. "Alice would kick your ass."

"So, consider the ring on your hand. The one from your birthday to be a promise. A promise from me to you that we will take that step, when you're ready. If it's tomorrow, a year from now, ten years from now, we'll take that step," he said as he peppered my face with kisses. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and he held me close. I snuggled against his chest, relishing in his clean scent.

"Thank you, Edward. For everything. I mean everything you've done for me," I whispered. "You've restored my faith in love and that everyone can find their fairy tale."

"Am I your prince charming?"

"Definitely," I smiled. "So devilishly handsome."

"As you are incredibly beautiful," Edward whispered as his lips caressed my temple.

"Edward, take me home, please?" I asked. "Make love to me."

"You don't have to ask me twice," he laughed as he picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

"The blanket, the bag, the telescope," I wailed.

"Damn it," he grumbled as he put me down. He stuffed the items into the bag and laced his fingers with mine. We walked briskly back to the car. I stumbled a few times and Edward looked back at me with a worried expression. I shook it off and walked up to Edward's Vanquish. He unlocked the doors and I slid into the passenger seat. Edward put the bag and blanket into his trunk.

Hmmmm…this is a fine sexy car.

Edward got in and started the sleek vehicle. He moaned as the engine turned over. "Does your Vanquish turn you on?" I teased.

"Not as much as you," he retorted.

"How about taking me in the Vanquish?" I suggested. Edward gulped visibly and he looked at me. His eyes were black as onyx and piercing with lust and desire. He never looked so fucking hot.

The engine turned off and he put on the radio. Some smooth jazz filled the interior of the car. "Get in the backseat," he whispered, his tone husky. I scrambled out of the front seat and into the back of the car. Edward took a furtive look around and joined me. He pulled me onto his lap and his lips attached to mine. Our kisses were desperate and greedy. His fingers fisted into my hair, pulling lightly at the chestnut strands. I moaned and gyrated my hips over Edward's growing erection. His hands moved from my hair to my face and pushed my blazer off my shoulders. I reached for his jacket and he shrugged out of it. "Bella," he moaned as his hands moved up my shirt to my navy blue bra.

I took off my shirt and Edward's mouth moved to the swell of my breasts, licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. My body moved on its own and I wanted him to be buried so far deep inside. My moans and whimpers egged him on and I could feel his control ebb. I reached for Edward's tight black t-shirt and pulled it over his head, causing his hair to return to its usual state of disarray. I ran my fingernails down his chest as I moved back off his lap and knelt between his knees. I reached for his belt buckle and deftly released it. I then unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. I ran my hand over his impressive length. "Bella, you don't have to…" he trailed off.

"I know. But I want to," I replied, looking up at him through my lashes. I reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled it down, along with his jeans. He lifted his hips so his clothes were easily removed. I wrapped my hand around Edward's cock and pumped it lightly. He whimpered and his head fell back against the headrest. I leaned forward and pressed a small, chaste kiss to the tip of dick. His hips bucked and his hands moved to the edge of the seat. I laughed sexily and swirled my tongue along the head of his arousal.

"Fuck," he mumbled. "What you do to me…"

"I love seeing you like this, Edward," I cooed. "Just like how feel when you make me wet, that's how I feel when I see you like this."

"Are you wet now?" he snarled erotically.

I removed my hands from his cock and divested myself of my jeans. Not an easy task in the backseat of a luxury vehicle, mind you. I slipped my hand into my matching navy blue lacy panties and felt an amazing amount of dampness seep from me. I moaned and rocked against my hand. "Drenched, Edward," I murmured. "All for you."

"There are no words," he whispered.

"Edward Masen. Flummoxed," I teased. I removed my hand from my panties and used the lubrication from my juices to pump his cock. His breathing became erratic and I smirked as I plunged his member into my mouth, taking him as far as I could. I sucked on his impressively large dick and Edwards' moans became louder. His fingers fisted into my hair, pulling to the point of pain. Not that it mattered. He felt amazing in my mouth. A light sheen of sweat covered his body and swirled my tongue around the tip. His hips rocked and bucked, wanting more friction. Using my teeth, I dragged along the underside of his shaft.

"Bella," he squeaked. "Stop, beautiful. I need to be inside you."

"But…" I whined.

"No, buts," he said as he reached for me. He pulled me onto his lap and crashed his lips against mine. Again our kisses were desperate and frenzied. Edward's hands moved to my panties and he cupped my ass. "Do you like these?"

"Huh? What?' I asked as I pulled away, looking at him.

With a wink, he tugged on my panties and they were ripped from my body. Holy fuck. I felt myself become wetter and my arousal drip down my things. I looked into Edward's eyes and they gazed into my soul. He hugged my body close to him. I could feel is cock nuzzle the entrance to my sex. "Jesus, Bella. So wet," he breathed as he attacked my neck with his lips and teeth.

My fingers knotted into his hair. "Edward, please," I begged. He looked up at me, his eyes capturing mine. With one of his hands he gripped my hip and he gently pushed me down on his cock, never breaking our gaze.

"I love you, Bella," he whispered as we connected in the most intimate of ways.

Tears fell from my eyes and I leaned forward to kiss him. Between my ardent kisses, I proclaimed my love for him. I started rotating my hips on his arousal. We moved in perfect harmony, like we had been lovers for years as opposed to a few days. Edward seemed to know all of the quirks to make my body sing and vice versa. His hands moved to my breasts and he gently flicked the lace-covered mounds with his fingertips. His lips moved in tandem with mine, causing my body to react with butterflies. Edward's hips bucked in conjunction with the rhythm to my body and he hit the deepest part of my body. With each thrust, I felt my walls tighten and my arousal seep down my legs. "Edward," I moaned against his mouth. "So good. I love you," I said breathlessly.

He angled me back so I was leaning against one of the front seats, still on his lap. His finger reached my clit and he looked down at our connection. He pounded into me as he pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I'm so close, Bella," he rasped. His eyes met mine, "Let go, beautiful girl. Come for me. I need to feel you come."

I whimpered, staring into Edward's eyes. They were filled with love, lust and desire. I was pretty certain that mine mirrored his. I fisted my hands into his hair, plunging my tongue into his eager mouth. He growled and his hands tightened against my hips. My body moved of its own accord and I could feel my release approach. Our bodies were covered in sweat and the smell of sex and Edward was causing me to lose my control. I moved my lips from his mouth and I sucked on his neck, biting down on his pulse point. My hips moved at alarming rate, wanting more friction. More pleasure. "Ed…ward…I'm coming," I croaked as I tightened my hold on his shoulders, digging fingernails into his soft skin. My muscles fluttered and then suddenly clamped down on his cock. I let out a guttural scream. Edward's dick twitched in my body and his seed spilled into my body. His mouth crushed against mine, silencing my screams.

After our respective orgasms, Edward just held me tightly, breathing heavily into the crook of my neck. "I'm going to drive this car for the rest of my life," he laughed. "That was the best ever."

"Right," I giggled.

He sat me up, looking into my eyes. "Bella, you say that you had 'square' sexual relations before, but you are the most insanely sexy, sensual, passionate, amazing woman I've ever met."

"Edward, you know so much more about this," I replied as I wiggled on his softening cock. Though my movements caused it to perk up a bet.

"I only react to you," he cooed. He leaned forward and gave me a chaste kiss. As his lips moved against mine, his Blackberry rang from his jacket pocket. It was the hospital ringtone. He groaned and pulled away. I got up off his lap and searched for my jeans. I slipped them on, feeling weird wearing them without panties. "Dr. Masen."

I got dressed, looking at Edward. His eyes widened and he pulled up his jeans and underwear with one hand. "I'll be there as soon as I can." He closed the phone, looking into my eyes. "There's been a fire."

"Where?"

"Your old condo complex," Edward whispered.

A/N: Cliffie… I know. However, there was some hot Aston Martin Vanquish sex. What do you think of Bella's presents? Good? Bad? Indifferent? Leave me love ;-)