I promised, didn't I? So here it is! Bella and Jasper's wedding night. I used some words and phrases I never have before, and I feel especially naughty because of it.

"How do you feel, Mrs. Whitlock?" I asked my new wife, and I couldn't help the explosion of pride and joy I felt at this thought. Bella smiled at me, and she was feeling the same as me.

"Wonderful, Mr. Whitlock. I can't believe we're actually married!" She sighed, sitting on the bed. I joined her, taking her in my arms.

"Good for you for standing up for yourself, by the way. I think you very nearly sent Alice to the grave." I chuckled at my ex-wife's despair.

"Why, whatever do you mean?" she asked, in an exaggerated southern accent.

"You crushed her dreams! If it would have been up to her, there would have been flowers hanging from every surface, a live band, ten bridesmaids and a cake to feed 500. I'm sure if you wouldn't have allotted the dress she would have held you down and forced it on you." Bella scoffed.

"I'd like to see her try." This caused me to outright laugh. I pulled her closer and brought my lips to hers. She responded, pressing herself eagerly to me. I ran my hands over the fabric of her dress, pulling at the seams in the back. "You better not rip this-I'm sure it cost a fortune," she mumbled into my lips, bringing herself around to where she straddled my waist.

"Little lady, if you keep that up this dress won't be usable for anything but rags," I told her, eagerly tracing my mouth down the path from her neck to her throat.

"Not like I'll need it again," she mumbled.

"You make a valid point," and I ripped her dress up the sides. She groaned, but stood up to shake it off. It fell down her beautiful body so slowly that it was sinful, but beneath it was even better. She was wearing a simple, white strapless bra, a pair of white panties and…oh God stockings. Stockings that were held up by those little suspenders where the straps rode gloriously up her silky little thighs.

She pushed me back onto the bed, straddling me as she bent forward to run her tongue down my neck. "You're going to need a new outfit," she said, pulling my jeans off so quickly that I didn't even see it coming. My shirt followed suit, and I lay there in nothing but my underwear as my wife licked her way back up to my lips. I growled at the sensation and flipped her over onto her back.

"Let me be in charge tonight, please," I asked as I began kissing my way up and down her throat. "I want you...beneath me...as I claim you as my wife."

She groaned in consent. I reached my fingers up to snap her bra off, throwing it on the floor with the rest of the tattered clothes. "We're going to need a whole new wardrobe," she panted. Her hands moved down her body as she went to remove her panties. I stopped her.

"Leave the stockings on." I breathed, making a slit in her underwear large enough for me to have access to her most precious place.

"You naughty boy..." she thrust her hips up to rub against me, and I realized the only barrier left was my underwwear. Well, we can't have that, so I pulled them down and kicked them to the floor. my hand quickly found her sensitive nub and I began rubbing furiously. I wanted to touch every inch of her, make her scream my name... She was groaning and writhing at my minstrations, trying to pull me closer to her.

"You wait your turn, little lady," I chastised as she bucked impatiently into my hand.

"Can't...wait..." she cried, and I could tell she was getting close. I immediately stopped what I was doing and began to trail lazy kisses up her abdomen. "Why did you stop?" she breathed, pulling at my hair.

"Because I'm in control. You'll cum when I tell you to." This caused her eyes to darken in anticipation. I let my hands wander aimlessly up and down her body, cupping her breasts intermittenly. I began kissing her slowly, letting her take in as much of my tongue as she could. Once she had calmed down, I positioned myself at her entrance. I felt her tense, but she didn't say anything.

I pushed into her slowly, drawing out each motion. Her fingers clawed at my back while she waited. The desire pouring from her was almost crippling, but I was determined to have the upper hand. I pulled out and let the tip of my member draw back and forth, but not entering her. She began to squirm and her hands reached between us, grabbing me and stroking me hard.

Finally I could take no more and I entered her completely. The feeling was pure bliss as I quickly set the pace. She met my every move and we began to work faster and faster until she was whispering my name with each breath. I let my hand trail down between us, rubbing her clit in pace with my movements. "Now, Bella!" and at my command, she arched her back and her body clenched around me. I followed immediately, collapsing on top of her afterwards.

"All mine," I said as I kissed her smirking mouth.

"Don't let it go to your head, husband. Tomorrow it's my turn."

Next missing moment-we find out what Jasper gave Bella for Christmas!