Twilight…not mine (sigh).

Chapter Eight-Nine

Normally, I'd make a guy brush his teeth after he went down on me, but tasting my pussy juice on Edward's lips made it hot. Our combined flavors were intoxicating, exotic and enticing. I threw my leg over his hip and felt his steel hard erection, straining against his boxer briefs. Biting down his lip and pulling back, I smirked. "Your turn…"

"What?" he squeaked.

"Your turn," I purred, pushing him onto the bed and straddling his waist. "You've been giving me all this pleasure and I've yet to really return the favor." I kissed his mouth, massaging his tongue with mine. His hands gently cupped my ass as I swiveled my body over his. "Please, Edward. I want to make you feel good. I want to taste your skin, swallow your release, suck your cock. Please, tesoro?" I looked at him, cupping his cheek.

"I've never had that done and I'm afraid that…" his eyes deadened when he started. "I don't want to fall back into a flashback, Bella."

"If it's too much, then I'll stop," I said as kissed his mouth languidly. "You handled my hand a couple of days ago."

"Oh, I was sooooooo far gone," he snickered, nibbling my jaw. His mouth moved to my ear, suckling on the earlobe.

"Do you trust me, Edward?" I asked.

"With my life," he whispered, staring into my eyes.

"I'd never do anything to hurt you. Your dad didn't…" I shuddered at the thought of his father touching him like that or making my sweet Edward touch him like that.

"What? Ew! No. He couldn't stand me. Hated me with every fiber of his being. He didn't molest me or anything, just beat the shit out of me on a daily basis," he said darkly.

"Then, let me give you pleasure," I murmured. "I want to take away those memories and replace them with new ones." Let me love you, Edward. You're so easy to love. God, I wanted to say that so badly. I threaded my hands through his hair, hitting him with the full force of my eyes. "Please?"

He sat up, staring at me. His eyes were filled with questions, sadness and finally, arousal. His hands cupped my face, kissing me harshly. I moaned, opening my mouth to let his tongue inside. As quickly as the kiss started, it stopped. "If I say no more, that means I can't handle it, Bella," he said brokenly. "I want this. I want to feel you…"

"I understand," I whispered. "Trust me, Edward." I kissed his mouth sweetly. With each pass of my lips, he relaxed more and more. Soon, I was able to push him onto the pillows. I moved away and smiled softly at him. "Close your eyes, Edward."

"What? No, Bella…"

"Trust me," I said, my voice taking on a commanding tenor. He eyed me dubiously before fluttering his lids shut. Using my fingertips, I traced his masculine features of his face. As I touched his skin, his face eventually relaxed and he sighed contentedly. Leaning forward, I kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose (which earned me a face) and ended with his lips. "Trust me," I whispered against his mouth. "I'll never hurt you."

"I know," he whispered back. "Thank you."

I scooted back on his legs, moving so I was kneeling between his thighs. Again with my fingers, I traced his arms, feeling the sinuous muscles underneath his smooth, soft skin. I slid my fingers over his tattoos on his forearm, wrist and shoulders, earning a shudder and a guttural sigh. My lips followed the same path is my fingers. Edward's breathing was quite erratic and his erection was growing exponentially beneath his boxer briefs. I looked up at Edward. His eyes were still closed. However, his face was completely relaxed with a lusty expression on it. He liked it. "Edward, can I remove your boxers?" I asked.

His eyes cracked open and he looked down at me. My fingers were circling his navel. He didn't respond verbally. He just nodded slowly, watching as I slipped my fingers inside of his boxer briefs, sliding them off his hips and down his legs. His cock was standing at full attention. It was huge. I mean, I'd never been with a guy as well-endowed as Edward. And I'd been around the block a few times.

Slut.

I shook it off and looked at the throbbing member in front of me. This one was the most important.

The last one I'll ever have.

Say what?

I looked back up at Edward. His eyes were trained on me and I gave him a warm smile. I glided my fingers up and down his legs, inching closer and closer to his cock. Just as I was going to wrap my fingers around his leaking arousal, I pressed soft, loving kisses to his legs, following the same path my fingers took. He was nearly silent as I kissed him. The only sounds he was making were his hands fisting the bedspread and heavy panting. Looking up at him through my lashes, I ran my pointer finger along the underside of his throbbing cock.

"Fuck," he moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"You happen to like that interjection, too, angelo," I cooed, still rubbing his silken skin that was red with need and twitching for release. He barked out an airy laugh, looking at me. His eyes were begging me, beseeching me to touch him. With a wink, I wrapped my hand around his cock. He groaned, bucking his hips against my touch. Gently, I stroked his hardness, relishing in its feeling. Capturing his gaze again, I leaned forward, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on his cock.

"Oh, GOD," he wailed, holding onto the bedspread so tightly that I thought it would tear. His head was thrown back and every muscle in his body was strained. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock and he whimpered, looking back down at me. I kept my eyes on him as I tasted his sweet skin. I just licked his cock as he got used to me being between his legs, bringing him pleasure. His nearly black eyes blinked and he smiled crookedly. "More…"

"Gladly," I said with a wickedly sexy grin. I licked up to the head of his cock that was nearly purple with want. I swirled my tongue along the head of his cock, tasting the salty, sweet and berry-like flavor of Edward. The strawberry tart that Francesca fed us had definitely manifested itself in Edward's cum. While keeping my eyes on his, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. I bit back a groan, feeling his warm arousal and tasting his skin was fucking unreal. Slowly, I began bobbing my head. My hand massaged what I couldn't reach, which honestly was a lot. I sucked my cheeks in and slowly released him. Using my hand, I pumped his cock, spreading the wetness of my spit. His hips were moving with my hand, desperately wanting more friction. "You okay?"

"More than okay," he panted out. "God, Bella…I never knew."

"Imagine when it's my pussy," I smirked, winking at him. "I could always…"

"No, Bella. This is more than enough for now," he whimpered. "I'm close and I really don't want to embarrass myself."

"Doubtful," I snickered as I plunged my mouth back around him. He blurt out a stream expletives, falling back onto the bed. His chest was rising and falling erratically, trying desperately to breathe. I had been soft and slow before, now I was taking control. I was slurping, sucking and tasting every inch of him. What I couldn't reach with my mouth, I twisted with my hand. My other hand was massaging his balls, though I wanted to taste them, too.

I couldn't resist, so I did.

I removed my mouth from his cock and kept my right hand pumping. My mouth suckled his balls, relishing in their texture and musky scent. I inhaled deeply before moving back to the head of his cock. I licked every inch of his beautiful arousal, wanting to commit the flavor, texture and picture to memory. However, seeing Edward completely blissed out and wanting more was a close second on things I want to see for the rest of my life. His head was thrown back with his hair flying everywhere. His lean, muscled body was taut with excitement and his pale skin was flushed pink and slightly sweaty, adding to the flavor of the experience.

Yes, his sweaty body was intoxicating to me. I wanted to feel it glide over me as he made love to me.

Edward's hands were gripping the sheets and I knew he wanted to touch me. With a free hand, I reached for his arm. Releasing him for a moment, I smiled. "I know you want to touch me. You won't hurt me," I said as I pumped him. His hand moved to my head and he pulled my hair away from my face. I gave his cock a playful lick before sinking my mouth back around it. I moaned lowly as I allowed him to control the movements of my head. He was very tentative, but soon realized that I could take a lot. His hands gripped my hair tightly and his hips began meeting my mouth, thrust for thrust.

Thank God I do not have a gag reflex.

My hands were braced on his thighs as I took as much as I could of him into my mouth. "Fuck, Bella. You look amazing with my cock in your mouth," he panted out, his brow covered with sweat. "I'm so fucking close. I'm going to come."

I hummed, holding the base of his cock. I sucked in my cheeks and added a bit of teeth into my actions. Edward's response was a guttural grunt as his head fell back onto the pillows. His hips were shifting uncontrollably. In my mouth, his cock was twitching. Staring up at him, I used my bottom teeth to gently scrape along the underside of his twitching arousal. "FUCK! Holy SHIT!" he screamed as his body seized below me. Soon, hot spurts of his release slid down my throat. I eagerly drank every drop, enjoying the flavor and wanting more of it. I kept my mouth on him as he softened and once he was a blob on the bed, I crawled up to his side. He looked at me, giving me a dopey grin. His arms enfolded me in an embrace. "That was…no words, Little One."

"Are you a fan of blow jobs, Edward?" I giggled, kissing his sweaty chest.

"Sign me up for the fan club," he snorted, nuzzling my hair. "I really had no idea. It makes all those years of me jerking off seem kind of crappy."

"Empty orgasms," I responded, nuzzling his neck. "It's so much more when you share it with someone."

"Even more so when you share it with someone you care about," he said reverently, caressing my cheek. He leaned down and kissed my lips three times, so sweetly and so lovingly.

I. Love. You.

He was saying it. Oh my god, he was saying he loved me with his kisses. I didn't want to say anything, but I cherished the fact that he did that. I looked into his eyes and they were so full of emotion. "I can't lose you, Edward," I whispered.

"I know," he whispered back. He placed my hand on his chest, above his heart. "This will forever be yours, Bella."

A few tears slipped out of my eyes and he gently wiped them away. I grabbed his head and kissed his lips tenderly, three times, just like he did. Then, I buried my nose into his neck and tried to get closer to him. His arms were wrapped around me and he held me to his warm body. My eyelids grew heavy. I was tired and emotionally spent. Just as I was about to drift, I heard Edward's voice. "I love you, Bella. No matter what, I'll love you. Always."

I fell asleep with a smile on my face. He did love me.

And I loved him.

A/N: Aren't they cute? Seriously, I want my own FBI/Mafiaward. He's so, mmmmm, sexy. Now, how long do you think it'll take them to admit it to each other, when they're both conscious and aware? *Snorts* Anyhow, pictures for this chapter are on my tumblr. Link for that is on my profile. You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on twitter. Leave me some lovin!