Chapter 11

Edward

"I think you missed me, too," I told Bella with a knowing smirk as I thrust my hips into the dampened panties that, for now, still clung to her core.

"Always," was Bella's breathy reply as she leaned forward, fully on top of me now, and kissed me earnestly on the lips. I instantly responded, kissing her back with equal fervor and moaning a little at the intoxicating taste of her. With the tip of my tongue, I traced the glassy smoothness of her full lower lip and she opened to me, allowing me to deepen the kiss. At the same time, I felt her fingers nimbly unfastening the buttons of my shirt and the buckle of my belt.

Letting my hands roam down the graceful curve of Bella's back, I grasped the hem of her thin cotton henley, pulled it up and over her head, and discarded it unceremoniously on the floor. Only her bra and panties remained now. Modest black satin that offered full coverage but with sheer mesh panels that revealed the supple tops of her breasts. Her panties were entirely sheer except for a narrow scrap of black cotton that concealed her most intimate parts.

A low groan escaped my throat as I took in just how utterly seductive she looked wearing the flimsy garments and sitting astride my hips. What had I ever done in my 112 years to deserve this goddess? I wondered as my hands glided over her soft, feminine curves.

Could she ever possibly fathom what it did to me to see her looking at me with those sultry, bedroom eyes? To feel the greediness of her touch as she explored my body? I wished for the millionth time that my wife could read my mind so that there was some way she could possibly understand the depth of my admiration. Not to mention the inexorable lust.

Alas, I would just have to show her, as I'd spent every day of the last seven years trying to show her. And how I'd happily spend the next seventy lifetimes if the fates allowed.

Jealous of the very fabric that sheathed her exquisite body, I delicately fingered the waistband of her panties and purred, "Those are very naughty little panties, Mrs. Cullen. I think I'm going to have to confiscate them." Another souvenir for my collection. I slid them down over her curves as she quickly assisted in removing them (and her bra) the rest of the way.

My cock swelled and strained almost painfully in the confines of my jeans knowing that my eyes were the only ones that would ever behold such a glorious sight. In a blindingly fast movement, I rolled on top, bracing my forearms against the mattress on either side of her so that she wouldn't feel my weight. Then I inched slowly backward, moving down her body, only pausing to kiss and taste the smooth sweetness of her skin.

My Bella was a feast for the senses. She smelled pleasantly of the freesia and lilac that I'd always associated with her scent, but now, also faintly of the earthy smells of the elk that sustained her, and the garden soil that perpetually emanated from her hands and knees.

Her taste was sublime, like the mouthwateringly sweet floral scent that was very nearly the death of her as a human, though changed slightly by her transformation in that it didn't trigger the scorching thirst that it once used to. Just the lust. And just like her scent, she tasted differently depending on which part of her body I was worshiping. Her sex, for example, reminded me of the vague human memory I have of eating a ripe slice of honeydew, its juices trickling down my chin.

I kissed down the flat plain of Bella's stomach to the tidy strip of soft curls that adorned her mound. From between her legs, I looked up at her, meeting her sultry gaze. Bella was propped up on her elbows so she could watch, her full lips parted in the most alluring way.

"Hang on tight, spider monkey," I teased up at her with a fiendish grin. Because I am going to devour you—that part I only said with my eyes.

Bella whimpered and squirmed beneath me as I parted her slightly with my fingers and then blew a stream of cool air over her heated flesh. "Edwarrrrd," she whined my name. "Please! This is torture."

"Silly, Bella," I chuckled darkly. "Torture was feeling your hot little human hands on my body while you begged me to touch you and I couldn't. This?" I dipped my tongue into her folds and took one long lick. "This is heaven."

Bella fell back into the pillows and let out a low, guttural groan. I smiled and hummed with approval."Good girl. Get comfortable," I told her as I eased her legs wider apart. Then, in a sudden movement that made her gasp with surprise, I used my hands on the backs of her thighs to fold her in half, granting me better access.

The sight of my sexy Bella, so open and vulnerable, so pink and glistening, and so completely mine elicited a groan of my own. Never breaking eye contact with her, I lowered my face back to her core and let my tongue swirl around her swollen nerve endings a few times before sucking the sensitive bud between my lips. The sensation caused Bella to blaspheme in a voice that was an octave-and-a-half lower than her regular speaking voice. I chuckled again, though the sound was muffled against her slick skin.

As I continued to suckle her, I inserted first one then another finger inside of her, stroking her velvety inner walls. Bella moaned and writhed as my mouth and fingers moved synchronously, inside and outside of her body at a rhythm that I knew would carry her toward the first of many climaxes I planned to give her. And before long, I felt the telltale tightening of her inner muscles around my fingers.

I moaned with ecstasy of my own as I pleasured her, tasting Bella's salty-sweet arousal and hearing her cries of release. There was no greater feeling than watching my Bella come undone and knowing that I was solely responsible for her pleasure.

A moment later, Bella's breathing returned to normal and she sighed contentedly. Then she reached for my arm, tugging me to come lay beside her. I crawled up the bed and settled in beside her. Wrapping her in my arms, an identical satisfied grin stretched across my face.

Your turn, Bella's mental voice invaded my thoughts, accompanied by the image of her fellating me from my wife's point of view. Stifling a groan, my arms tightened around her as she stirred in my arms, intending to reciprocate.

Spooning her now, I whispered, "Next time," and pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear. "I need to be inside of you," I told her with an urgent edge in my tone as I rocked my painfully hard erection against the curve of her ass

"That's what you said last time," Bella persisted, reaching back to wrap her hand around my hard length. I cursed under my breath at the feeling of her soft, smooth hand wrapped around me.

With put-on insecurity in her voice, she pouted, "Don't you like it when I…?" Bella's fist, slippery with lubricant, slid slowly but insistently down my shaft. However, in her thoughts, she was imagining doing it with her mouth.

A low moan sounded from low in my throat at the intensely pleasurable sensation. "O-of course I do," I replied honestly. But it was complicated.

In my world, that was something a man did with a prostitute in a brothel, not with the woman he swore to love, honor, and protect. Additionally, oral sex didn't even become commonplace in America until after the first World War when American soldiers came home after visiting French brothels while fighting abroad. By then, I was already very much frozen in time.

Furthermore, I could read minds. I knew better than anyone that most women didn't particularly enjoy the act, mostly choosing to do so only for their partner's pleasure. I knew Bella didn't fall into that category. Once she learned to drop her shield, she'd proven that to me time and time again. But still, the idea of Bella on her knees, pleasuring me never sat right with me.

It was a double standard, I realized, as there was nothing I loved more than burying my face between her legs and hearing her scream my name with ecstasy. But worshiping Bella for the rest of my days was what I had willingly signed up to do when she chose my world over her own, not the other way around.

Twisting in my arms so she could look at my face, Bella whispered one word and my will crumbled to dust.

"Please," she pleaded, a little v appearing between her furrowed brows. In my hesitation, I loosened my hold around her. She noticed and took advantage. Slipping out of my arms, Bella crawled down my body and centered herself between my legs.

"At least flip around and let me go down on you some more at the same time," I offered with a bit of a whine. I hadn't had nearly enough of her.

"I don't think I will," she smirked a little. Then she dipped her head down and engulfed the head of my cock with her warm, wet mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking me deeper.

A deep, guttural groan tore out of my throat as she took nearly all of me into her mouth, the head of my cock pressed against the back of her throat before she began to withdraw.

See? You DO like it, she mentally teased, flicking her tongue over the sensitive little ridge on the bottom.

"Of course, I like it," I growled at Bella's ridiculous inference, "Who wouldn't like it?" I asked in a strained voice.

Bella's shoulders shook a little with her laughter but she didn't stop what she was doing. If anything, her efforts only intensified.

"I just—ohh–prefer to give rather than receive," I explained, sounding short of breath as I gathered the hair out of her face and held it gently at the nape of her neck while she worked over me.

We're gonna have to work on that, she insisted, sensuously twisting her hand around the base of my cock while she bobbed over the top half.

When Bella increased her pace, my grip on her hair tightened reflexively. As soon as I realized it, I relaxed my hand, concerned that I was being too rough, but she made a protesting sound and imagined me tightening my grip.

"Yes, ma'am," I grunted, tightening my grip around her hair once more.

There was no denying how toe-curlingly incredible Bella's hands and mouth felt, stroking and sucking with rhythmic, unhurried movements while her other hand massaged my balls.

I bellowed unintelligibly when she pulled her hand away so that could take as much of my considerable size into her mouth as she could fit, which was nearly all of it before her lips ascended.

"Bella, fuuuck," I groaned, loosening up enough to allow myself to thrust into her mouth a few times. She hummed with approval.

Yessss. I love this. I love making you feel good, she silently encouraged. Cum for me. I want you to, she urged.

I let out another low moan. Hearing Bella's sultry voice in my head encouraging such things was such an unbelievable turn-on. However, there was only one place I had any intention of doing that.

Rolling on top of Bella in a manuever that left her breathless, I positioned the tip of my straining erection at her entrance, still primed from my earlier attention. "I need to be inside you," I growled again, my voice was rough and gritty with the restraint it took to be gentle when my baser instincts demanded I rut into her like a brute.

Bella's tawny, tiger-like eyes blazed up at me. She looked fierce. Predatory even.

Then BE inside of me, she urged impatiently, the beginnings of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. I didn't need to be told twice. Bending her long, silky smooth legs over my shoulders, I filled her with one deep stroke that made us both groan. I paused for a moment to let Bella adjust to the sudden invasion, but a moment was all the restraint I had left.

When her eyes reopened, they were black with desire. "What are you waiting for?" Bella goaded, bucking her hips. And then she uttered the three words that were my undoing. "Don't hold back."

Smiling crookedly at her, I told her in a voice that was equal parts teasing and threatening, "You really shouldn't have said that." And then the dam broke, all traces of gentility swept away by a

a flash flood of a century's worth of pent-up desire.

Bella

A thrill of excitement tinged with fear shuddered through me when I saw the flash in Edward's eyes. I'd awakened something in him that, I suspected, took Edward a great deal of effort to keep locked deep inside. He was Edward uninhibited. The vampire. The monster as my husband would say.

Fuck, YES! I thought only to myself.

And then Edward fucked–yes– fucked me within an inch of my immortal life, thrusting so deeply into me with every stroke and so fast (because no one was faster than Edward) that even my vampire eyes struggled to make out his shape. I wanted to scream with the overwhelming pleasure that felt like one big long orgasm prolonged, but I was breathless from having the wind literally fucked out of me.

Then Edward slowed down. I thought he must be nearing his climax but then he just flipped me over onto my hands and knees and thrust back into me from behind with renewed vigor.

Doggystyle happened to be my favorite position because the angle made him hit just the right spots to make me lose my mind with pleasure. The only drawback was that I couldn't see his gorgeous face, so, in lieu of art, a rectangular mirror as wide as the bed hung above the headboard.

With his hand wrapped in my hair, he pulled me up to my knees while he drove into me from behind. This position allowed Edward to use one hand to reach around and grasp my breast and pinch my nipple while the other slid sensuously down my taut stomach and between my legs where he used two fingers to rub delicious circles around my throbbing bundle of nerves.

Edward made eye contact with me in the mirror. His grin was positively wicked. "Is this what you wanted, love? For me to take you like this?"

"Yessss," I hissed, rolling my hips against his hand and feeling the pleasure build with every dizzying swirl of his fingers.

"Look at you. God, you're so beautiful. So sexy," he growled in my ear in a voice I didn't entirely recognize. "And so fucking wet. You must like this," he chuckled as drove into me with deep, unyielding strokes.

"Mmhmm," I mewled. I was so close to my own soul-shattering climax. I swear, one more pass of his fingers and I'd–

"That's my girl. Cum for me. Right…now," he demanded and gently pinched my clit between his fingers, setting me off like a rocket. I bucked and screamed, thrashing against his relentless fingers and cock, feeling spasm after spasm of unfathomable pleasure course through me. My shuddering orgasm triggered Edward's, who thrust into me a few last times with bruising strength before he cried out and I felt the pulsing of his release.

We laid in a heap, still connected, for several long moments afterward when my Edward returned to me with soft kisses to the back of my shoulder, his long fingers grazing gently over the curve of my hip.

"Please tell me that was ok," he asked in a concerned voice. "If I–"

Before Edward's anxiety could begin to spiral, I dropped my shield, letting him feel how utterly content and well-loved I felt in that moment causing Edward's worried words to die in his throat. I smiled dreamily into my pillow as I felt the tension leave his body and we went back to lying together in blissed-out silence.

A while later, when the earlier events of the day came rushing back to my consciousness, my rueful-sounding voice broke the silence, "Edward?"

"Hmm?" he replied without opening his eyes.

"Don't be mad. But I sort of told Renesmee about the time when I…er…had feelings for you and someone else at the same time. I might've told her the other guy was Mike Newton."

I bravely turned to peek over my shoulder at Edward's reaction. He was making an exaggerated look of horror that instantly reminded me of the tragedy mask that was usually juxtaposed with the comedy mask to symbolize the theater.

His shoulders wracked with fake sobs, Edward moaned, "And here I thought I couldn't hate that part of our story any more than I already do."

I couldn't help but giggle at his antics. "Yeah, but at least you got the girl," I consoled.

Edward's put-on grimace morphed into a heartbreaking ear-to-ear smile. "Even better," the strong arm strewn over my hip hugged my body closer to his, "I got two."

Renesmee

After our talk, Jacob and I splashed around the lake just like in the old days, before everything got so damn complicated. Afterward, once the sun had gone down and the wind was starting to pick up, we decided it was time to start heading home. Seeing that I was starting to get cold, Jacob phased so that we could get home faster.

He nudged me up onto his back, and once seated, I leaned forward to press my front against his back. Basking in the warmth of Jacob's immense body, I curled my fingers around his thick, lustrous, russet-colored coat and sighed happily. There was nothing that made me feel safer, happier–or freer–than riding my wolf as he loped across the forest floor and feeling his heart thundering in his ribcage between my knees. Not even Nahuel giving me the Tarzan tour of his jungle–swinging us from vine to vine–could complete, though it came close.

When Jacob made his way back onto our family's property, he wordlessly turned down the path leading to my grandparents' house rather than the smaller house I shared with my parents, because, by the sound of it, my parents were otherwise occupied. God, could they be any more embarrassing? We had company for crying out loud!

And speaking of our company, there was Nahuel sitting on my grandparents' porch swing, idly rocking back and forth. And judging by the way his eyes tracked me as we approached, he was awaiting my return. At the sight of Nahuel, Jacob froze, and the two men–well, man and wolf–appraised each other. We were still a good fifty yards from the house, but I could tell that Jacob would go no further. So I swung my leg over his flank and slid gracefully down to the ground. With one last loving gaze in my direction, Jacob bounded off in the direction of his cabin on the other side of the ridge, leaving me alone with Nahuel.

When my feet finally remembered how to move, I walked at a human pace, closing the distance between us. I felt his dark, penetrating eyes boring into me the entire time I walked, though I cowardly kept my own eyes locked on the floor in front of me. I don't know if it was his age, the confident way in which he held himself, or the intelligent way in which he spoke, but I sometimes found myself intimidated by the man. And the fact that I was insanely attracted to him didn't help one bit.

In a wordless invitation, Nahuel slid over to one side of the porch swing, making room for me. I sat down beside him and in a cheery voice, I asked conventionally, "Enjoying your stay so far, I hope? Sorry I missed you this afternoon. You weren't here when I got back from hunting…"

Nahuel's smile was patient as he explained in his softly-accented voice, "Nothing to be sorry for, linda. I went to the mainland to hunt, per your grandfather's request."

I flushed at the compliment. Linda was a Portuguese term of endearment meaning 'beautiful,' and it wasn't even the first time he'd called me that that day.

Brushing the back of one finger across my heated cheek, Nahuel mused, "That's very attractive," which only served to make me blush even more. I shyly averted my eyes but he crooked a finger under my chin, making it impossible for me to look away.

"Why do you hide your eyes from me whenever I compliment you?" he asked curiously. "Have I said something to upset you?" he asked, searching my eyes for some explanation.

"No! Of course not!" I sputtered, surprised by the question. "It's just that nobody's ever really talked to me like that before…"

"Like what? Like a beautiful woman?" Nahuel probed, flashing a bright white smile. "Well, you better get used to it!" he teased, nudging me playfully on the arm with his elbow.

God, look at those dimples! I inwardly gushed, unable to tear my eyes away from him now. And I couldn't help it, I found myself smiling back.

Suddenly feeling brave, I asked a question that had been burning in my mind ever since he offered to fly home with me. "Nahuel, why are you here?" I asked bluntly, hastily adding, "And please don't misunderstand me, I'm glad you're here. I was just wondering if it really was because you wanted to catch up with my family or…maybe because of me?" I asked, nervously biting my lower lip as I waited for his response.

Cupping his hand to the side of my face, Nahuel used his thumb to gently free my lip from my teeth. Then his smoldering gaze raised from my lips to my eyes and he asked with a soft smile, "Can't both be true?"

"Oh, of course!" I said, feeling kind of stupid for asking. But then his smile grew wider, and sort of abashed, as if I caught him in a lie, and he admitted, "But if you want to know the truth, I wasn't ready to say goodbye to you yet."

"You weren't?" I asked in a too-high voice, my heart stuttering unevenly in my chest.

"No," he answered with a shake of his head. His expression was earnest. "In fact," his brow puckered with concern, "I'm a little worried about that."

"What has you worried?" I asked, struggling to keep my tone casual.

Stroking his thumb over my cheekbone now, in a husky voice, Nahuel murmured "Because, Renesmee Cullen, I'm not sure if I'll ever be ready to say goodbye to you."

A/N This chapter is for all of you heathens who complained about my fading to black in the last chapter LMAO. Also, I had a hilarious realization when struggling to finish this chapter. If you've followed my other stories, you might already know that I take a little longer to write sex scenes than it takes me to write less racy content. And it just occurred to me that I almost always stall and procrastinate at the exact same point: right when poor Edward is owed a blowjob. Because as it turns out, I enjoy writing BJs about as much as I enjoy giving them. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That said, I think it tracks that Edward would have a moral objection to letting Bella pleasure him like that (at least in the early years of their marriage) because he keeps her on such a high pedestal. Thoughts? (About any of it. Not just Edward's oral ethics 😆).

Thank you for reading and reviewing! Til next time, lovelies! And please send good vibes my way-I have a really big important job interview coming up next week.