Twilight…not mine (sigh).

Goes without saying but LEMON ALERT and it will be a longer chapter! Like normal for me…not drabble-length. I want this to be good.

Chapter 106

Edward walked out of the shower, looking like sin incarnate. His towel was slung low on his hips and all of his tattoos were on display for me to ogle. The mysterious text left my mind as I watched Edward get dressed. His sinuous muscles rippled under smooth skin. I licked my lips and pressed my thighs together, watching him drop the towel. His ass was absolute perfection.

I moaned like a wanton whore.

"Really, Bella?" Edward asked, arching a brow as he looked back at me. "My butt is flat."

"Oh, no," I said, walking over to him, cupping his delicious ass. "It's perfection."

"Okay, stop manhandling me," he snickered, dancing out of my hands and pulling up his black boxer-briefs. He pulled up his black dress pants, too. "You'll get to grab, paw and molest my ass once we get back."

"I wasn't doing any of that," I pouted. "I was massaging and appreciating the perfection of your behind, Edward."

"You're weird, Little One," he sighed, buttoning his slate gray dress shirt. He turned and looked at me, his eyes falling on the pendant between my collar bones. "Wow, seeing that there…yeah, it's overwhelming."

"Why?" I asked.

"Hmmm, how can I explain this?" he pondered, his eyes narrowing. He wrapped me in his arms and stared at me. "You're wearing my heart, Bella. Well, in a symbolic sense. Seeing it around your neck, it frightens me, excites me and makes me so unbelievably proud. I'm yours. You're mine. We're together…Shit, this is not making any sense."

"No, I get it," I said. "I really get it. It's proof that I'm with you."

"Yeah," he said, giving me a boyish grin. "Though, there are times where I'm shocked that you are. I'm a nutcase, Bella. Most women would have run the other direction."

"I'm not most women," I smirked. "Now, come on, lover boy. You've got a birthday dinner to celebrate and some good times afterward." I waggled my brows and he snorted, threading his fingers with mine. We made it downstairs to the lobby. Outside, by the pier was our gondola. One of the porters was standing, holding a bouquet of flowers. I arched a brow as Edward took the orange flowers from the porter, giving him a tip. Nervously, Edward handed me the roses. "They're beautiful, tesoro."

"I wanted to get you something since this is a date and all," he sputtered anxiously. "Did you know that each color of roses mean something different?"

"I know that red means love or passion and yellow is friendship," I said, smelling the beautiful blooms. The gondolier helped me into the boat and Edward closely followed. "What do orange roses mean?"

"Pride, enthusiasm and desire," he explained. "I'm so proud to be by your side, Bella. As your boyfriend and as your bodyguard. Your enthusiasm for our relationship and patience behind it, floors me. Like I said before, most women wouldn't deal with my special brand of craziness. You do and you do it gracefully, patiently and lovingly." He plucked a rose from the bouquet and removed most of the stem. My hair was up in a sexy up-do. He slid the rose into the tangle of curls, tucking an errant strand behind my ear. "The last meaning is desire. I do desire you, Bella, but it's more than a sexual desire. That's very strong, don't deny it." He gave me an adorable but sexy smirk. "My desire for is for you to know me, to understand me, for me to understand you…I want to share everything with you, Bella. I just pray that you let me continue to do so because I'm in this for the long haul."

"I am too, Edward," I said, kissing his warm pink lips. I cuddled in his arms as the gondolier expertly guided the boat down the canal. I half expected him to start singing, but the gondolier just left us to cuddle in peace and quiet. "You said you wanted me to know and understand you."

"I do, Little One," he said, pressing a kiss to my hair.

"Who's Carlisle?" I asked. "He texted you on your phone and…"

"He's my foster dad," Edward said. "He's the closest thing I had to a loving father. He's married to my foster mom. I tried calling them both but only got Carlisle's voice mail. He was unavailable to take the call, I guess."

"Why didn't they adopt you?" I asked.

"They offered, but I was thirteen when I went to live with them and I was pissed at the world. I didn't want anyone to assume control over me. So, I stayed their foster kid. Though, I know they loved me like I was their own."

"Did they have their own children?" I asked.

"No. Esme was in a car accident when she was first married to Carlisle and they had perform an emergency hysterectomy to save her life. She was depressed for a long time but eventually found the joy of having children by sponsoring foster children. They were known for handling 'troubled' kids with ease and I was placed in their home. I was a scared and angry little boy, hating my life and wanting to take my anger out everything. It was Esme who encouraged me to take music which focused my anger and Carlisle taught me how to defend myself."

"Do they still have foster children?" I questioned, looking up at him.

"When they took me in, they didn't have anyone else. We lived and function like a family. The state tried to get them to accept more but Esme was taken with me and they felt like that they were cheating me out of a normal childhood with a revolving door of kids. They stopped with the foster children after me and yeah," he shrugged.

"Thank you for answering and telling me," I said, kissing his jaw. He chuckled and held me close as we docked at a small restaurant, right on the canal. It featured all delicious northern Italian fare. Edward and I played a new round of twenty questions. This game was a bit saucier than our original game. Let's just say that I was grateful tonight was the night we were making love with each other because I was drenched between my legs, aching for release.

After we finished our delicious dinner, the waitress, who was ogling my boyfriend, asked if we wanted dessert. In Italian, I said no and asked for the check. Edward tried to pay for our meals, but I refused to do so since it was his birthday, plus he lost the bet. Scowling, he acquiesced. I paid for our meal and we left the restaurant, getting back into the gondola for a quiet ride back to the hotel. I also called the hotel, explaining that we were on our way back and that I'd like the room set up. The concierge said he'd do it himself, thanks to massive tip I gave him.

"We still have one more question left from our game," Edward snickered, as he played with a curl that fell out of my hair.

"Do you see yourself getting married?" I asked him, staring into his evergreen eyes.

"I never thought so. With the touch thing, I never even thought I could have a relationship," he answered honestly, lightly tracing nonsensical patterns on my skin. "I always kept everyone at arm's length. Even my foster family."

"Esme and Carlisle?"

"Yeah. I'm closer to Esme but Carlisle, I couldn't let him touch me for obvious reasons. Any man, really. That's why I freaked out when Mario hugged me," he shrugged. "But, back to the question, do I see myself getting married? I hope so." His eyes caught mine and he smiled crookedly. "In time, Little One, I'd like to marry someone…" His gaze never left mine and I kissed him sweetly. "You? How about you? Do you see yourself getting married?"

"My father tried to set up an arranged marriage for me," I snorted derisively. "It was to some guy here in Italy. I hated it and rebelled against it. That's why my number is so high."

"Your number?" Edward asked.

"The guys I've been with," I blushed. "Yes, I may have lost my virginity at a young age, but before I knew my dad arranged for me to be married, I was fairly picky about the guys I was with. Then, he showed me a picture of my betrothed and I found the first hot guy, banged him and turned into a slut. Kind of."

"I'm assuming you didn't marry the guy," Edward said dryly. "You're not divorced or he's not dead, is he?"

"No. It turns out that my ex-fiancé was quite gay and scoffed at the idea of marrying a woman. So, he told his father to fuck off, renounced his name and is living in New York City under the name 'Sparkles Martini.'"

"Sparkles Martini?"

"Don't ask. Despite our broken engagement, Sparkles and I maintain an email friendship, bonding over our hatred of the idea of arranged marriage and commiserating over gorgeous men. He's got an unhealthy obsession from that guy from the vampire movies. The ones where he sparkles? I think that's why he chose his new moniker, 'Sparkles Martini.' If he lived closer, I'd probably assume we'd be great friends. Anyhow, back to the question at hand. Do I see myself married?" I tapped my lips and my mind swirled of a big poufy dress, walking to a handsome, tuxedo-bedecked Edward, sobbing as he watched me glide toward him. With a secretive smile, I responded. "Yes, I see myself married."

To you.

There, I admitted it.

If only I could say that I loved him out loud. It's not that hard. Three syllables, Bella. I. Love. You. Try it.

I love you, Edward.

Well, technically, that was five syllables. Edward's name is two syllables.

I love you.

I love you.

Say it out loud. You know you want to.

No?

Coward.

And gladly admit it.

The gondolier docked at our hotel. He helped me out and handed me my flowers. He pushed away without payment, or so it would seem. "I paid him while you were in the bathroom," Edward smirked.

"Edward Masen!" I snapped, smacking his arm. "You lost that bet. This weekend is about spoiling you. Got it?"

"I got it, Little One, but it feels weird not paying," he shrugged. He gave me the saddest puppy dog look, jutting out his lower lip and fluttering his eyelashes. Laughing, I twisted his nipple before kissing his lips. "Your fingers are the devil, Bella. Damn." He scowled at me, rubbing his chest. I frowned, kissing him again, giving him a little tongue. "Am I forgiven?"

"Nope. For that little stunt, I get to have my wicked way with you," I giggled.

"That's a given," he said, nipping at my earlobe. "I want you, Isabella. I'll always want you."

I whimpered and grabbed his hand, dragging him up to our hotel suite. As I opened the door, every flat surface was covered with vanilla pillar candles. The room smelled like a freshly-baked cake. The lights were dimmed and the room looked romantic and sultry. On the table in the room was a small cake, with an unlit candle. I tugged him inside. His breath caught. "Wow," he gasped.

"Happy birthday," I said, lighting the candle on the cake and walking towards him. "I won't subject you to my singing, but yeah. I hope you like it." He looked at the cake, flummoxed at the gesture. "Make a wish, Edward." He smiled wistfully, closing his eyes and murmuring to himself. With a sexy glint to his eyes, he blew out the candle. He took the cake and placed it back on the table. "Aren't you going to eat some cake?"

"Oh, I will. I'm still full from that insanely delicious meal we just enjoyed at the restaurant," he said. "I need to work off some calories, don't you think?"

"Are you worried about your figure?" I teased, unbuttoning his shirt. I pulled it out of his pants and shoved it off his shoulders. The shirt landed on the floor in a flutter. His muscular body looked like perfection. His skin was bronzed from being in the sun. His pecs were defined but didn't look like ridiculous man-boobs. He was lean, like a runner but sexy with his tattoos and clear six-pack abdominal muscles. His waist was trim and the muscles at his hips lured me towards his cock tauntingly. "You look amazing, baby." My hands slid along his smooth skin, tracing the black ink on his torso. I bit my lips, gazing up at him through my eyelashes. "Fucking sexy."

"That's you," he said huskily. I walked all the way around him, lightly running my fingers up and down his muscular body. Goose flesh erupted on his back and I leaned forward, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. "Bella," he hissed.

"Let me love you," I whispered against his skin, inhaling his scent that was fresh, clean and all man. My arms reached around him and I caressed his torso, reveling in his smooth skin and trail of rust-colored hair that dipped beneath his navel into his dress pants. I pressed soft kisses along his back and gaped openly at the intricate but sad ink on his muscular back. After hearing about his life prior to moving in with Carlisle and Esme, I knew why he had this tattoo permanently etched on his body. It was beautiful. It was tragic. It made me love him. So much. Tracing the wings on the angel as it wept on his back made Edward shudder and lean forward, grabbing the chair in front of him. "Too much?" I asked.

"Don't stop," he said brokenly.

"I don't want to…" I murmured, pulling my hands away. "I don't want to cause you any pain."

"It doesn't hurt. It feels amazing," he whispered. "Please, Little One. Touch me."

I smiled and continued running my fingers along his ink. He moaned and with each pass of my fingers, he grew more and more relaxed. I eventually moved him away from the chair and toward the bed. I looked up at him. His eyes were dark with desire. The tent in his dress pants indicated how turned on he was. I stood on my tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his open mouth. His arms band around me, holding me to his body like I would disappear. I nibbled on his lower lip and begin unbuckling his belt. I kissed his jaw, moving down his body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his torso and abdomen. I pulled off his belt and unbuttoned his dress slacks. "Bella, I want to make love to you…"

"You will. This is just a little thank you for this morning. By the time you're done with me, you'll be this hard for me again," I purred, pulling his pants and boxer briefs off his body. He toed off his shoes and stepped out of the pants. I kissed his legs as I helped him remove his socks, because no matter how sexy the man is, wearing black dress socks while having sex…not all that attractive. Once he was naked in front of me, I pushed him onto the bed. I slipped off my heels and looked up at him, eyeing his rock-hard cock like it was the tastiest lollipop.

Hell, it is a tasty lollipop. It's Edward-flavored. The best flavor in the world.

Nom. Nom.

I leaned forward, brushing my lips along the length of his cock. Edward is watching with rapt attention, gripping the bedspread. "You can touch me, Edward," I said as I licked the very tip of his arousal. "I want you to touch me. Show me what you want."

"Fuck me," he groaned, sliding his fingertips along my jaw. "What you're doing is pretty fucking amazing."

I reached up and unpinned my hair. It tumbled down my back in chocolate waves. I put the rose he gave me onto the table behind me before going back to the task at hand. "Hold my hair, Edward. Pull it. Tell me what you want. I'm yours."

He eyed me dubiously and didn't reach for my hair. He was so new to this. Perhaps if I started to do something he'd get the picture. Using the tip of my tongue, I traced the large vein on the underside of his shaft. He groaned, spreading his legs so I could get a better angle. Keeping my eyes on him, I wrapped my lips around his erection, relishing his flavor. He tasted salty and earthy with a hint of spice and some sweetness, too. Slowly, I began bobbing my head. Edward was watching me, his green eyes wide and his mouth open. My hand wrapped around the base of his cock and I kissed down to his balls.

Now, random comment, despite being 'green' in the sex department, Edward is quite meticulously groomed. I seriously love the fact that he man-scapes.

Just saying.

Because getting an extra flossing while giving head is not my favorite thing to do.

Ewwww.

I digress. I've got a blowjob to finish.

I drew one of Edward's balls into my mouth, suckling it. He moaned. "Bella, fuck! That feels…"

I'm the shit.

My hand was stroking his cock, twisting and using the spit from earlier. His hips were bucking with my hand and he was obviously wanting some more friction. I released his balls and moved back to his cock, sinking my mouth over it without any preamble. He cursed and his hands flew to my hair. I wanted to smile but since my mouth was filled with his dick, I just hummed in appreciation. His fingers tangled into my curls, pressing against my head. I moved a bit faster, keeping my eyes glued on his. I twisted my wrist around the base of his cock and he grunted in pleasure. My other hand was massaging his balls.

His cock grew bigger in my mouth, twitching slightly. He was close. His moans, whimpers and curses indicated that I was kicking ass and taking names. "Bella, I'm…shit! Bella, baby, I'm gonna come," he hissed. Oh, I know, baby. I winked at him, running my teeth lightly on the underside of his shaft. That's what did it for him and he exploded in my mouth, forcing streams of his spunk down my throat. I swallowed all of it, humming enthusiastically that I was able to make him come. I kept his cock in my mouth as he softened and he collapsed on his back, panting heavily.

Crawling onto the bed, I giggled as I watched him catch his breath, idly tracing patterns on his belly. He looked at me, grinning stupidly. "I'm…no words, Little One."

"Imagine when we're one," I purred, kissing his lips sweetly, careful to not thrust my tongue into his mouth. I don't know if he wanted to taste his spunk. However, he answered my unspoken question and slid his own tongue between my lips.

"It's my turn to return the favor, Little One," he murmured against my lips. I moaned as I deepened the kiss. Our tongues tangled and I could feel myself get wetter than I already was from going down on him and from our sexual banter over dinner. The lack of any underwear didn't help the situation, either. My dress was slinky and I didn't want any panty lines. He stood up and helped me to my feet. He looked into my eyes, his own green orbs twinkling from the candlelight. "Do you trust me, Bella?"

"Of course I do," I smiled.

"Can we try something? While I have my fun with you?" he purred, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. He leaned down and kissed my lips roughly. "While I feel your pussy as you come on my fingers and my face?"

"Shit," I whimpered. "What?"

He reached into his bag and produced a black tie. "When we make love, I want to look into your eyes, but before, I want to make you feel everything."

"Kinky," I said, arching a brow at the tie. I looked back up at him and he was so shy and nervous. "Do it, angelo. I trust you. I know you'd never hurt me." He smiled and kissed me softly before tying the black tie around my eyes. Everything was black and I was hyper-aware of the smells, the sounds and feeling around me.

"If you need me to stop, just tell me, Bella," he said quietly, his breath fanning my ear. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

I nodded and smiled at his thoughtfulness. "Do want me to use a 'safe word?'"

"Nothing like that," he chuckled, brushing my hair over my shoulder. "That whole BDSM thing scares me, for some pretty obvious reasons."

"Oh, right, the punishment aspect," I frowned.

"I could never hit a woman," he said, kissing my neck. "The mere thought of touching a woman out of malice, even in play, sickens me. Women are for loving. Caressing. Cuddling."

"Hmmmm," I hummed. "Sign me up for all of that."

"Done," he chuckled against my skin. "I intend to do all of that tonight and for as long as you want me, Bella."

"Forever," I breathed. He stopped his kiss on my neck and cupped my chin. Turning my head gently, he kissed my lips slipping the strap of my dress off my shoulder. He kissed back to my neck and ran his nose down my jaw. His hand cupped my breast over my dress. I moaned, pushing my chest into his hand.

"You might change your mind, Little One," he murmured, slipping his fingers between my skin and my dress. "Do you want to be with me forever? Or just for the summer? Or just until this threat with Aro is done?"

"Forever," I said, frowning at his implications. "Edward, what I feel for you is real and is not a fling."

He kissed my skin and pulled down the other strap to my dress. I could hear him walk around and pull my arms out, leaving me topless. His fingertips glided down my arms, causing me to whimper quietly. Everything he was doing was amplified by my loss of sight: the feel of his breath against my skin; his slightly calloused hands caressing my breasts until they were rigid peaks; his suckling kisses along my neck; my whimpers, moans and sighs, begging for more.

And I wanted more!

His lips stayed on my neck as he eased my dress over my hips. When he realized my nakedness underneath my dress, he growled lowly. "Jesus, Bella. All night?"

"I didn't want panty lines," I giggled.

His hands glided up the sides of my thighs, circling my tattoo. Just the feel of his finger remotely close to my pussy, made me clench. Unconsciously, I spread my legs so he could put his fingers there, but he didn't. I felt him move so he was in front of me. He gently guided me toward the bed, laying me down in the middle of the bed. With his hands, he began massaging my feet, using his thumbs at the arch. "Oh, that feels good."

"I can imagine," he snickered. "You were wearing heels all day." His hands disappear and I hear the faint sounds of plastic bottle being opened. The soothing scent of lavender mixed in with the vanilla candles and I knew Edward was rubbing my feet with lotion. It was a very non-sexual thing but with the blindfold, our combined naked bodies and the imminent sex we're about to have, this foot massage turned into the best aphrodisiac. Both of my feet were loving Edward now and was dripping with arousal. I bet if I moved, there would be a puddle underneath my pussy.

His hands moved from my feet and they slowly traveled up my legs. This wasn't like before. His touches were soft, light…barely a caress. I moaned, wanting more. "Roll over, Bella," he his voice commanded.

"But…"I frowned. His hands gripped my hips and he rolled me. He flipped me over, covering my body with his. His arousal (he was rock-hard again) was pressed between my ass cheeks. He kissed down my back, biting on my skin. I whimpered lowly.

"Don't worry, my needy girl. I will get my taste of your delicious pussy, caressing my tongue along your clit and tasting your succulent nectar. Just your delectable ass has been ignored," he purred, his hands dragging along my legs, closer and closer to my ass. His hands ground into my skin, massaging my back, my ass and my legs. Every so often, he'd brush his finger between my pussy lips, earning him a tittering, airy giggle. He reached underneath my hips, dragging my ass up. With the tip of his tongue, he licked the length of my pussy.

"Oh, my damn!" I moaned.

"Shit, Bella. You're drenched," he growled against my thigh. He kissed my pussy lips and turned me back over. I felt him crawl above me, his breath fanning over my face. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see his smirk, his look of utter sexual ferocity. However, the blindfold is still around my eyes and I could see nothing. His lips barely caressed mine and he smiled against my mouth. "How many orgasms can you give me as I eat your pussy, Little One?"

"I've had three before," I replied breathily.

"I want you to give me four," he growled, plunging his tongue into my mouth. As quickly as his mouth was on me, it was gone and moving down my neck. His hands were grasping at my breasts, twisting and tweaking my nipples until they were hardened peaks. I wanted his mouth there. He must have read my mind because his mouth wrapped around my nipples, suckling and nipping at my breasts. My legs were spread underneath him, rocking against his chest. I know my pussy was coating his belly with my overabundance of arousal. He kissed to my other tit, engulfing it in his hot mouth. He wasn't gentle as he kissed and bit at my breasts. His aggressive attention made me wetter and I was absolutely drenched between my legs. "Feeling you rub against me; it's so fucking erotic, Bella," he growled against my chest. "You're marking me as yours."

"Yes," I moaned, moving my hands to his hair. He chuckled lowly, licking and kissing down my belly. His tongue was hot, blazing down my skin in a trail of fire. He stopped at my navel, swirling his tongue just inside of my belly button. I giggled, his tongue tickling me. He continued along his way and began nipping at my hip bones. My giggles morphed into loud, needy moans. He was just above where I wanted him most. I could feel his breath fanning over my soaked center.

His body left mine and I felt a cool breeze. "Edward?" I whimpered.

"I'm here, Little One," he said. "I'm just admiring the fucking view. Your moans spurring me on, begging for me. Your breasts heaving with each breath. Your hips bucking for some sort of friction. Your legs spread wide, displaying your pink and needy pussy. Feel it, Bella. Put your hand between your legs and feel how wet you are."

His voice was low and hypnotic. I couldn't help but follow his command. My right hand slid down my midline to the slick flesh between my legs. When I touched my clit, I was utterly shocked at how wet I was. I moaned, bucking against my hand. Edward's hand stopped mine and moved it to my lips. "Taste yourself, Isabella," he growled. "Taste what I'm going to fucking dine on."

"Holy shit," I whimpered as I slid my fingers into my mouth. My arousal exploded on my tongue and my legs, if possible, spread further apart. "Edward, I need you. Please…please…fuck me with your tongue."

"Soon, Isabella," he purred, his hands brushing my inner thighs. With each pass, he moved them closer and closer to my dripping folds. After an immeasurable amount of time, Edward cupped my sex possessively with his hand. I hissed in pleasure, writhing at his touch. I heard him quietly groan as he began massaging my clit, slowly torturing the sensitive nub. With each caress, my hips undulated and I released a guttural moan. "That is so fucking sexy, Bella. Come like this, baby."

"I'm close, Edward," I whimpered, feeling my core tighten with each swirl of his fingertip. "So fucking close."

"Who makes you this wet, Bella?" he growled erotically.

"You. Only you, Edward," I panted as my release grew in my belly. "Please, angelo. Make me come." His slow, languorous strokes of his fingers sped up and my body tensed. My pussy walls clenched and I let a scream out, arching off the bed.

He covered my body and kissed me deeply, plundering my mouth with his. "One," he purred, before slithering down my body. He reached my sex and gave it a long lick, going from my ass to my clit. I was still coming down from my first orgasm and I was about to explode again from the feeling of his rough tongue on me. He lifted me up, forcing me onto my shoulders and he flicked my clit relentlessly with my legs dangling over his shoulders. His hands were gripping my ass tightly and within moments, my second orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. "Two," he chuckled, placing me back on the bed.

He kissed my lower lips, steering clear of my hypersensitive clit. I was panting, covered in sweat from the power of my orgasms. His fingers danced along my inner thigh and slid easily into my pussy. "Oh, my GOD!" I yelled, thrusting my hands into hair.

"Not God. I'm Edward," he chuckled, curling his fingers inside of my body. "You're so beautiful when you come, Bella. I want to see you do it again. Give me another one."

"Yes," I whimpered, bucking against his hand and reaching between my legs. I swirled my fingers along my clit. His long fingers brushed along the inside of me, bringing me closer and closer to my release. The combination of his fingers brushing along my g-spot and my stimulation of my clit, I came silently, gripping the bedspread as my muscles spasmed beyond all control.

"Three," he said proudly. Then, Edward nuzzled my folds with his nose and added his tongue to my clit as he continued curling his fingers inside of me. My hand fell away and I was grinding against his face, writhing in pleasure. I never felt this way before and I could feel my fourth orgasm building. It was going to be a big one. My heart stammered against my ribs and my legs were quivering with exertion. One of Edward's fingers grazed my ass and I whimpered. He hummed against my body and slid his finger inside of my other entrance, still curling all of his fingers inside of me.

"Edward," I sighed. "Fuck!"

"Come, Isabella. Come for me. Give it all to me," he breathed against my clit, rubbing it with his chin. I pounded on the bed as my fourth release spilled out of me in torrents of pleasure and ecstasy. As my body calmed, Edward removed his fingers from my pussy and pressed a soft kiss to my clit. I lay, panting on the bed, completely boneless and sated from just foreplay.

That was a first for me.

I was almost too tired for sex.

I felt Edward lay down next to me and remove the tie from my eyes. I blinked a few times, allowing him to come into focus. His face was flushed and he looked damn smug. "Awfully proud of yourself there, bucko," I giggled.

"Shouldn't I be?" he smirked.

"You should," I smiled, brushing his hair from his face. "You've achieved what no other man has done before."

His grin widened and he leaned down, kissing me softly. It was an amazingly sweet, loving and deep kiss. Not deep as in his tongue was thrust down my throat. Deep as in connecting us in a way that never knew possible. It made my heart fly and my pussy, as tired as it was, grew more aroused. Edward's hands were traveling along the length of my body, reverently caressing my skin. He pulled back and his green eyes were skeptical. "I know I want you. I want to do this…please don't hate me if…"

"Shhh, Edward. I could never hate you. You're in charge, angelo," I whispered. My fingers were massaging his scalp, trying to calm him with my love, caresses and soothing words. "Remember that it's me. I'll never hurt you." I guided him between my legs. His cock was leaking and ready for some action. "Look at me, Edward. In my eyes."

"Kay," he whispered quietly, staring into my eyes. He cupped my face and brushed his thumb across my cheek. Slowly, he moved his thumb to my lips, tenderly rubbing my lower lip. He leaned down and kissed me, pouring himself into the kiss. Pulling back, he looked down between my legs and grasped his cock. He blew out a breath, rubbing it against my lower lips. I watched him intently as he worked himself up to make this happen. He closed his eyes and sighed. His green eyes snapped open and he looked at me, easing into my body.

I wasn't expecting this.

Edward filled me completely and my heart damn near exploded out of my chest. Our eyes were locked in on each other. His hips were still and a lone tear splashed onto his cheek. I reached up, wiping it away. He shuddered, kissing my palm and moving his hips back and forth. His first thrusts were tentative and shaky. With a low moan, he reveled of our joining and the strokes grew harder, more confident. "Bella," he breathed, dropping down to kiss me. "My sweet, beautiful, perfect Bella."

"All yours," I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hand found mine, twining his fingers with me, holding our hands above his stammering heart. His movements were sinuous, sensual and downright sexy as fuck. What he was doing with me was loving me physically, showing his affections with his body, soul and heart. His eyes were penetrating mine as he made love to me.

Never in my life had I felt this way.

Ever.

Not with any of the guys I was with. Compared to that, it was empty. What I was feeling now was…

I really had no words.

I looked back him and his eyes were glazed over. His thrusting slowed and I feared he was in the middle of a flashback. "Edward, come back to me," I whispered, cupping his face. "You're here. We're here. You're safe."

He blinked and he looked down at me. He caressed my cheek with his thumb before kissing me forcefully. His arm hooked my under my leg, pushing him deeper. I moaned against his mouth. His movements were confident, smooth and rhythmic. He was reaching so far inside of me. His pelvis was rubbing against my clit and the angle of his strokes was massaging my g-spot. My walls hugged him, never wanting to let him go. He pulled back and we were staring into each other's eyes. His forehead was pressed to mine as his cock slid easily in and out of me. "Bella," he whispered.

"Come inside of me, Edward," I murmured to him. He swallowed and kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine. His movements became jerkier, slamming deep inside of my pussy. My body reacted, gripping him tighter, quivering in imminent release.

"Bella," he cried against my skin. "Baby, I'm…please come with me!"

"I'm there, amore," I panted, gripping his damp hair. He swiveled his hips once…twice…three times and spilled inside of me with a grunt. I held onto him, kissing his forehead, his cheeks and anywhere I could reach. My own orgasm wasn't nearly as powerful as the ones previous, but it was more special. For the first time in my life, I had given a part of myself to a man. I had loved him.

Tonight wasn't about sex or getting off.

It was about loving. Making love. Giving love. Being loved.

Edward's thrusts slowed and he slipped out of me, holding me tightly. His nose was buried in my neck, breathing erratically. "My Bella," he panted.

"Yours, amore," I smiled, dropping a kiss to his sweaty hair. "How was your first time?"

"Better than I could have imagined," he said, rolling off of me and pulling me to his side. "Are you okay? Did you…?"

"Oh, I did," I giggled, kissing his tattoo on his chest.

"And technically, it wasn't my first time, Little One," he deadpanned.

"Technically, no," I replied, "but, still it was the first time for us." I looked up at him. "Where did you go when you glazed over?"

"Someplace dark," he frowned. "That night when my dad attacked…" He sighed, holding me tighter. "Thank you for bringing me back. I didn't want to ruin this."

"You couldn't ruin it," I smiled, kissing him sweetly. He gave me a look. "Seriously. Edward, what we did was…earth-shatteringly beautiful. I've never felt this way. With anyone." I threaded my fingers with his. "I didn't want it to stop, amore."

"Me neither," he breathed, giving me a crooked smile. His hand languidly ran the length of my naked back. "To feel you…hugging me. The warmth, the wetness, the tightness…It was heaven on Earth, Bella."

"Well, wait until we have a good hard fucking," I snickered. "You taking me from behind and slamming into my pussy. Hmmmm, that's some fun there."

"Bella, stop," he laughed. "I'm exhausted and hearing you describe that is making me hard again."

"I'm in a perpetual state of wetness around you," I said, smacking his belly. "Give me your hand." He reached his hand across his belly and I put it between my legs. "Some of that's you. The rest is all me, wanting more from your super schlong."

"Super schlong is done for the night. Though that cake is looking might appetizing," he said, looking at his birthday cake.

"You need to refuel because I'm far from done with you, Mr. Masen," I smirked, sitting up to get the cake. I picked it up and grabbed the two forks.

"I need more than cake to refuel," he chuckled, digging into the cake with me. "A few hours' sleep and a shower sound really good." We munched on the chocolate cake in silence, devouring roughly half of it. I put it back on the table. Edward was watching me as moving around the room, blowing out the candles. He captured my wrist as I blew out the candle on the nightstand closest to him. "Thank you, Little One."

"For what?" I asked, sitting next to him.

He brushed my hair from my face and pressed his lips to mine three times. "For everything," he smiled crookedly. I grinned in return, crawling under the covers and curling up against his chest.

"I'd do anything for you, Edward," I whispered to him in the darkness.

"I'd die for you, Bella," he mumbled sleepily back to me. "You are my life now, Little One. I don't think I can let you go."

"Who says you have to?" I asked, arching a brow. He didn't respond, but kissed me three times again before cuddling me to his body. The sound of his heart lulled me to sleep and I couldn't imagine being happier or feeling more loved or protected than I did right then.

A/N: Now, before you all go bonkers about the sex…Bella's covered with birth control and she's clean. Edward's inexperienced and clean as well. No babies. Now, I don't condone unprotected sex with random partners, I didn't want to deal with, um, the semantics of condoms and stuff. So, no glove, no love…mmmmkay? Great.

This chapter was a long one. Don't expect this all of the time. I wanted to give their first time due diligence and not break it up. After this, chapters will return to their usual 1000 words or less. Additionally, pictures are on my tumblr for this chapter. They're HOT! Link for that is in my profile. There's also links for my blog and my Facebook group (Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation) in my profile as well. You can also find me on twitter: tufano79.

Leave me some lovin…Give FBI/Mafiaward some positive reinforcement for his first time making love to Bella. He needs some encouragement.