Twilight…not mine (sigh).

Chapter 128

"Hmmmm, you look so delectable on my bed, Miss del Cigno," he smiled, giving me a once over. I was naked as the day I was born, flushed and completely sexually sated. However, his hungry glance made me aroused for him again. He got up and crawled over me, his warm breath fanning over my face. His lips were pink and glistening with remnants of my release. I wanted to taste it for myself. I cupped the back of his neck, pulling his face down to mine. Plunging my tongue in his mouth, I moaned at the flavor of my sex on his lips. I was never a fan of tasting myself on my lovers, but tasting it on Edward made me so horny. I think it was the combination of our flavors that made it enticing.

"I want you, Edward," I mumbled against his soft, pliant lips. "Make love to me, baby. Please."

He pulled back and quickly divested himself of his jeans and boxers. His cock was leaking, begging for action as he removed his underwear. I bit my lip as I wrapped my hand around his hardened length.

"Fuck, Little One," he moaned as I pumped his cock with my hand. "I want to be inside of you."

"I want you inside of me. I just need one little taste, angelo," I purred, pushing him onto his pillows. He was staring at me as I crawled between his legs, running my tongue along the length of his perfect cock. Looking down, I swirled my tongue along the purple, leaking head and tasted his pre-cum. "You taste amazing, Edward. Sweet, salty and perfect."

"You're better," he moaned, running his fingers along my cheek. I pressed one more kiss to his cock before crawling up his body. He crushed me against his chest, groaning slightly in pain.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, pulling back.

"I'm fine, Little One. Certain movements hurt the ribs. I wasn't thinking when I pulled you against my chest," he replied, rolling us so I was underneath his lean, muscular body. He hovered over me, running his fingers along my body, which was covered in a light sheen of sweat from our earlier play. His eyes were glazed over as he reached the heart pendant that lay between my collarbones. One side of his face cracked a smile. "I love you, Bella," he whispered, looking up at me. "It feels so good to say that. I love you…"

"Don't make me cry, Masen," I sniffled, smacking his arm.

He chuckled, covering my lips with his before tracing his fingers down my body to the slick flesh between my thighs. His hand met my folds and I spread my legs further apart to give him better access. "I want to make you cry in ecstasy, my Bella," he crooned against my lips. His fingers were gone and before I could whimper in protest, his cock slid into my pussy.

"FUCK!" I screeched.

"I'm not fucking you, Bella. I'm making love to you," he quipped, kissing down my neck and taking one of my ear lobes between his lips. His movements were slow and purposeful. Each stroke was filling me to the brink. I could feel how much he loved me with each thrust of his body; each caress of his soft lips; each whisper of devotion that tumbled from his mouth.

Never in my whole life had I felt more complete or happy than with him, in his strong arms. Now that I know that he loved me and that I loved him, the earth tilted on its axis and allowing our love to blossom and grow.

"Edward," I whispered, tugging my fingers through his thick, soft hair. "I love you, so, so much. Don't leave me…"

"Never, my Bella," he murmured back. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears. "I can't not be with you. You're my world, Little One." His thrusts were probing deeper. I could feel him reach my soul with each stroke in and out of my body. We were connecting on a level that I never thought possible. Our souls were fusing and we would be inseparable.

In his eyes, I saw our future…a wedding, children, happiness and no violence. The Syndicate had no place in our lives. Charlie was there, but he had renounced his claim to the head of the organization. He was happy and in love with our children, his grandbabies. Two boys and a girl.

I wanted that. I wanted that soooooo badly.

"Don't cry, Little One," he cooed as he rolled us so I was on top. He sat up and held me as he continued making love to me. I was crying quietly, rocking against his cock, praying that our bubble wouldn't burst. I didn't want this moment or my time with Edward to end. Ever.

My orgasm snuck up on me. My tears hid the mounting wave of pleasure building in my body. I sobbed against his shoulder as my body tumbled over the edge in pure happiness, joy and sexual ecstasy. "Holy Hell, Bella, I can feel you clenching around me," Edward moaned against my neck.

"Come, Edward," I whispered in his ear. "Fill me with everything." He moved faster inside of me. The sound of his skin slapping mine as he grew harder in my pussy. "Yes, baby. I'm going to come again. Harder," I pleaded, scratching down his back. He obliged and with a guttural, animalistic roar, he spilled inside of me as I clamped down around his pulsing cock. I slumped against him, feeling emotionally and physically drained.

"Sleep my love," Edward said against my hair as he slipped out of me.

"Stay with me forever," I mumbled, barely coherent.

"Where would I go, Little One?" he asked, curling around me and holding me to his body. My eyes fluttered shut and blissful silence washed over me, safe in my love's arms.

A/N: One more lemony chapter after this and then…dun, dun, dun…DRAMA! Pictures for this are on my tumblr. Link's on my profile. Also, find me on Facebook (Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation) or on twitter: tufano79. Leave me some…