October: Continued

When Edward woke up, he did with his arms full of Bella, his front pressed against her back, their legs tangled, his face buried in her hair.

He'd never slept better.

He'd never slept so closely wrapped up in someone, but then again, he'd never slept with her.

Bella.

He smiled as he buried his face deeper into her hair, inhaling the scent of strawberries and the sweet floral perfume she wore at her neck and wrists.

He hoped when he fell asleep tonight that he would still be able to smell it on the sheets, but he had a feeling he would, because she'd be in the bed with him again.

His hand rested on her bare stomach, the skin perfectly smooth and soft beneath his hand and he thought about the night before, about making love to her the first time and how perfect it had been.

When he'd pulled away from kissing Bella, he done it smiling,

"Take me to bed," she demanded of him, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen. Fuck, if she wasn't the prettiest thing he'd ever seen, her eyes sparkling with every bit of lust and love he knew she'd seen in his.

"As you wish," he replied, and she squealed as he swept her up into his arms, her arms immediately going around his neck as he carried her through his house and up the stairs to his bedroom, her lips pressing over and over into his neck, her tongue sweeping along his pulse point in a way that nearly had him stopping to press her against a wall.

But even in his haze of lust, he knew he'd waited to long for her to spend their first time making love against a wall.

Afterwards, he'd known they would have a lifetime of that but, he wanted to take it slower that first time, to learn where to press his tongue and hands and teeth to make her cry out for him.

He opened his bedroom door and paused to switch the light on, not wanting to miss anything about her in the darkness.

He set her down a few feet from the bed and bit his lip as he watched her pull the combs holding her hair back from her face out, ringlets falling down to frame her face before using her heels to push her shoes from her feet.

"Can you help me with the zipper?" she asked him, her voice little more than a whisper as she turned and pulled her hair over her shoulder to give him access to the zipper that ran from the back of her neck to the small of her back.

His heart pounded as he took that step forward and lifted his hand to grasp the zipper, his breath hitching as he pulled it down, exposing inch after inch of perfect porcelain skin.

He watched in awed silence as she turned to face him, their eyes locked as she pulled the purple cat suit from her body, exposing her small teardrop shaped breasts. He gasped a little as the suit reached her hips, falling to reveal a pair of cream lace underwear that made him twitch eagerly in his pants.

"You're so beautiful," he told her, voice husky and sincere. He watched his words wash over her, blush staining her cheeks and her eyes widening in shock before her expression had turned to one he'd seen a lot in the weeks before. Only then had he realised what it was.

She had been looking at him with love.

"You're wearing too many clothes," she whispered, taking a step towards him.

She pulled his shirt up and off of him, throwing it away before her attention had moved to the skin she'd exposed.

"Wow," he heard her whisper as she lifted her hand to touch the hard muscle covering his torso. Her fingers caressed the dark hair scattered across his chest, her palm flattening over the spot where his heart pounded, her lips turning up at the corners when she felt it – his reaction to her.

"I've never wanted anything more than I've wanted you, Edward Cullen," she whispered, her palm still flat against his chest as she leaned up to press a kiss against his throat. "I can't tell you how many nights I've touched myself thinking about you, touching you, kissing you, taking you inside of me."

"Bella," he growled before leaning down to capture her lips with his own, his tongue claiming her possessively. His hands went to her waist and she gasped against his mouth as he picked her up, taking three long strides before dropping her, her back hitting his bed.

He watched as she pushed herself up on her elbows, her gaze lidded and hungry as she watched him take his shoes and socks off before moving his hands to unbuckle his belt, her little pink tongue licking her lip as he opened the button on his slacks and pulled the zipper down.

"Edward," she whispered as he pushed his pants and underwear down, his erection springing from them heavily.

"Fuck," she whispered as she took in his size. He was not much longer than the average man, but he had a girth that more than made up for it.

"I can't think when you look at me like that, baby," he whispered, taking a step towards where she was reclined, her gaze still fixed on his aching cock.

"I don't want you to think," she replied, her hands moving to her stomach, skimming the waistband of her underwear before hitching her fingers underneath it and pushing it down.

When the lace hit her knees, he took over, pulling it from her legs and tossing it somewhere behind him.

He lifted a hand and traced her leg, revelling in her soft skin as he pressed circles into her flesh, circling higher and higher until he watched her legs open for him, exposing her most private part.

"Fuck," he whispered, mirroring her earlier exclamation. "You're so wet," he whispered, moving his fingers to trace her swollen flesh, pressing moisture into that little exposed bundle of nerves.

"Edward!" she gasped as she arched further into his hand, her hand wrapping around his wrist to encourage him.

"Are you going to come for me, baby?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Yes," she whispered as he circled her flesh, over and over, his gaze moving from his ministrations to her face, smirking as he took in her half-lidded gaze, trained on him.

"Good girl," he whispered, pushing a finger into her, crooking it to hit-

"There!" she cried out and he watched as she closed her eyes, throwing her head back a second before he felt her begin to clamp around his finger, shuddering through her orgasm.

He waited until she stopped shaking and moved, picking her up and placing her further up the bed, stretching out beside her as she came down from her high.

When her eyes opened once more, she was smiling. She moved slowly, like she had all the time in the world and hitched a leg over his hips, straddling him, her wet centre resting over his aching length.

"I love you," he told her as she leaned down to kiss him, pressing her mouth against his before straightening her back and wrapping her hand around him with the perfect amount of pressure to make him hiss her name.

"I love you, too," she replied as she sank onto his length, inch by tight, glorious inch, until she was seated completely on him.

"Fuck," they gasped at the same time, their eyes meeting a moment later before they each let out a small laugh.

His hands went to her hips and he watched as she began to move, riding him slowly, their gazes trained on each other as she took his length.

"So good," she whispered as she sped up, lifting herself higher and taking him harder. Her hands moved to his thighs to lever herself as she slammed herself onto him, her name escaping from his mouth in a moan.

He felt himself grow inside of her, his body telling her that he was close, and he moved one of his hands to her clit, rubbing in tight circles. "Oh!" she gasped, grinding down impossibly harder and a few strokes later he groaned as he felt her walls clenching around him, milking him to orgasm.

"Fuck," he let out as he poured inside of her, his heart pounding.

She collapsed against his chest, her hair ticking him she buried her face in his throat, the last waves of her climax still washing over her.

His hand went to her hair and he stroked the strands as his heartbeat slowed, as hers did.

They remained in silence for a while, basking in each other's presence until he felt himself begin to trickle from where they were still connected. He shifted, lifting her and manoeuvring them carefully off of the bed before walking them into the bathroom, placing her gently onto the counter.

She watched him in silence as he wet a washcloth with warm water and brought it between her legs, washing them both away. It was intimate, they each knew and as he looked into her smiling eyes, he knew it meant as much to her as it did to him.

"You and me," she whispered when he was done, pulling him between her legs and pressing her forehead to his.

"You and me," he confirmed, dropping the washcloth in the sink and reaching up to cup her face.

He felt the exact moment she woke, shifting in his arms and rolling over until they were facing. She'd removed her makeup before they'd fallen asleep and her sleepy, flushed cheeks made him smile.

"Mornin', baby," he whispered, pushing a wayward strand of her out of her face.

"G'mornin'," she whispered back, not quite awake yet.

He grinned at her, teeth and all.

"It all happened," she said softly, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and moving further into his chest.

"It all happened," he confirmed, pulling her astride him.

She smiled at him then, so big and honest that he literally felt his heart stutter.

"Let's do it again," she suggested, and he grinned at her in reply, moving up to capture his mouth with hers.

"Let's do it forever," he whispered against her lips.