Chapter 20

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Chapter 20

Edward stared at his wife, awestruck and without a fucking doubt more turned on than he had ever been previously.

"Edward?" she questioned.

He nodded dumbly, not able to string together the words that were racing through his mind enough to speak coherently. He quickly wondered if Isabella would object to being thrown over his shoulder so he could run back to the penthouse, much like a Neanderthal taking his mate back to the cave.

The quiet murmurings behind him barely even penetrated his thoughts because every single one he had was concentrated solely on his amazing and very sexy wife. He was quite positive he was going to have to ask for confirmation of what he'd just witnessed but...later. Much, much...much later.

"Sweetheart, are we going?" Isabella asked with a light laugh.

He shook his head to clear it of the fog he was in and then gave her a sexy grin. "Hell yeah," he answered back in a silky, smooth voice and without even glancing back to his friends or family, he grabbed Isabella's hand and walked a few feet away. Edward gathered her in his arms and pulled her against him. "You were fucking magnificent," he whispered in a rough voice and then proceeded to kiss the shit out of her right there on the sidewalk for all to see.

His tongue plunged forcefully in her mouth and one hand slid around her neck while the other was pressed firmly on her lower back. Their mouths were fused together and mimicked the actions the rest of their bodies were begging for. In and out he dipped his tongue, once, twice, a third time until Edward heard Emmett mutter, "God damn that's hot," which immediately stilled his actions.

"I would say I'm sorry for that, but I'm so far from sorry it's not even in the same zip code," Edward said with a chuckle.

He looked into her eyes and they were full of excitement, desire, and he hoped a bit of naughtiness, too. When she very intentionally lowered her hand and brushed the back of her fingers against him, he knew that the sooner they made it home, the better.

"Take me home, Edward. I believe we have plans that involve being naked as soon as humanly possible," she whispered seductively.

"Oh, fuck," he rasped.

"Leaving already, Edward?" Emmett taunted and neither Edward nor Isabella looked back at him. Instead Edward draped one arm over his wife's shoulders and with his free hand flipped off Emmett and all the rest of the idiots that were currently snickering behind his back.

As soon as Edward and Isabella turned back toward the theater and were out of sight, Emmett let out a booming laugh that caused everyone not in their party to turn and look in their direction.

"What the hell was that?" he asked no one in particular.

Jasper chuckled and shook his head. "That, my friend, was fucking priceless is what it was. Holy shit our little Isabella is a firecracker!"

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The ride back to the penthouse was blessedly short thanks to the late hour. Edward was extremely grateful because as anxious to get his wife naked as he was, if there had been a delay of any sort, well, he wouldn't have been able to be held accountable for his actions.

He pulled his car into his assigned parking space and cut the engine. The silence in the car was deafening and was filled with a crackling intensity. Heavy breathing from both of them only added another layer to the already overwhelming desire they both were feeling.

"Come here," he told her as he turned and leaned over the console. "I can't wait until we get upstairs to kiss you again."

"Then don't," she answered back and crashed her lips against his.

Teeth clanked against each other's, tongues tangled as they frantically tried to allay the building need through their kiss. It didn't work; it only served to heighten what was already so much Edward was surprised the car didn't shake from it all.

"Damn it, Isabella, if I'm not inside of you soon, I swear to Christ I'll go insane," he whispered before he bit down on her bottom lip.

She felt her nipples harden beneath her silky dress and with no shame whatsoever rubbed them against his chest smiling with pleasure when she heard him mutter, "Fuck," on a heavy breath.

He pulled back just enough to order, "Out, Isabella. Now."

Normally he wouldn't even think about letting her get out of the car without his assistance but in this case, even taking the time to walk around the car was way too fucking long.

They both scrambled out of the car and when she met him on the way to the elevator and heard the beep of the car alarm, there wasn't anything she wanted more than to have him naked and inside of her.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he pushed her inside and up against the wall. He somehow managed to get his key for the penthouse out of his pocket and into the slot, all the while keeping his body firmly pressed against hers.

"Do you have any fucking idea what I want to do to you when I get you upstairs?" he breathed against her neck. "I can't decide whether to make love to you in our bed or..." he lowered his voice and licked around the shell of her ear, "fuck you, hard, against the wall, or hell even the dining room table and then make love to you. What do you think, Beautiful?"

"Edward, oh...shit," she heard herself say before she could even stop herself.

The image of him towering over her while she was spread out on the dining room table filled her mind and damn if she didn't want that, badly. But first, she had other plans for him.

She maneuvered her hands and lifted his head up so she could look at him. "I think, my husband," she said in breathy voice, "that while both of those sound like exactly what I want, I do believe," she went on and lowered one hand between them and covered his already very hard length with her hand. "You promised me I could undress you and touch you, everywhere," she whispered again and wrapped her fingers around him. Even though his boxers and pants were between him and her hand, she could feel him pulsate in her grasp as he pressed himself harder against her fingers.

Edward's mind was quickly spiraling out of control and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from ripping her gorgeous dress off her body right then and there. There was no chance of anyone stopping the elevator, but there were cameras and there was no fucking way in hell anyone got to see the magnificence that was his wife except him, not if they wanted to live to see another day.

"Only if I get to do the same to you, my love. I'm a very competitive man, you should know that by now. No fucking way I'm letting you have all the fun," he told her with a dark laugh.

Just as he was about to commence with showing her all the places he planned on touching her, the elevator stopped at their floor. When the doors opened, he swept her up into his arms and walked into the penthouse. He let her down and stood her in the middle of the living room.

"Don't move," he told her briskly before walking to the stereo and turning it on. He found a jazz station with a heavy beat that matched the mood that filled the penthouse perfectly. It was the kind of music that evoked feelings of want, of lust, of need that was raw and primal.

She stood and watched as he turned off the lights, leaving the soft glow from the small lamp on the sofa table as the only light to mix with the silvery beams from the full moon outside. He moved silently in the shadows through the penthouse, and with each step he took she found that her heart pounded harder in her chest and her need for him grew. The bass of the music seemed to reverberate throughout the air making it seem like a bubble had encased them, as if there was no one or nothing that existed outside of the two of them.

She took a deep breath when he finally turned his gaze back on her and when he stopped moving and stared hungrily at her, she could almost feel her dress fall from her body, leaving her naked and ready for him.

"Edward," she practically panted as he continued to stare at her.

"Shhh," he answered back immediately and then proceeded to close the gap between them.

He walked around her using every bit of restraint he possessed and just looked at her. His body was screaming for her, begging to take her, but he resisted, Lord only knew how. He wanted her with an intensity that quite frankly should have scared him, but it didn't. He knew he could never hurt her and though he wanted to rip her clothes off, throw her down on the ground and fuck her into oblivion, he wouldn't. He was going to take his time, savor every brush of his fingertips against her skin, relish every swipe of his tongue along her body, draw out the infinite pleasure of moving in and out of her until they were both careening headfirst into an ocean of ecstasy.

"All night, Isabella," he said softly as he walked around her. "I've wanted to be alone with you. Hours ago, when you first walked out of our room, I wanted to take you then. Walking into the Graham Room with you beside me, knowing every set of eyes was on you, made my heart race because you were there, with me." He dropped his voice and stepped beside her. Lowering his lips, he pressed a quick, open-mouthed kiss to her bare shoulder. "Then, when I didn't think I could possibly want you any more, you shock the hell out of me with your declarations about me and CP. If I could have gotten away with it, I would have taken you right then on the table, but there is no fucking way I'm sharing you with anyone...because you...are...mine," he said using a tone voice she'd never heard before.

It was forceful, passionate, and dripping with so much desire, she shivered as he stood next to her.

"Ah, my girl seems to like the thought of being thrown down on the table and fucked senseless. I'll have to keep that in mind...for later," he whispered in a gravelly voice as he trailed just a fingertip down her arm.

"To continue, though," he began after standing in front of her once more. "Of course, you bewitched everyone you met tonight, completely wrapped them around your sweet little finger." He reached down and picked up her hand, lifting the aforementioned finger to his lips. He stuck his tongue out and curled it around the tip and then sucked it into his mouth where he massaged the pad of her index finger with his tongue before releasing it. He got extremely hard when his eyes bore into hers and he could see how much she wanted him, how much his words were affecting her, but he wasn't done yet.

Not even close.

"And then what did you do?" he questioned with a shake of his head. "You surprise me yet again with your complete and total faith in me by not even blinking an eye when you saw me talking to someone from my past."

He could have said Anna's name, but he wasn't allowing anyone to intrude on what was happening between the two of them.

Stepping behind her he aligned his body perfectly with hers and let her feel him fully against her. He lowered his head and ran his nose along her exposed shoulder and then up her neck. "You amaze me more and more every damn day, Isabella. I wake up every morning thinking you can't outdo yourself, and every day you prove me wrong." His lips found the delicate skin behind her ear and he gently bit into the spot letting the taste of her coat his tongue.

It was getting extremely hard and painful to keep himself in check, but as much as he wanted to let them both give in to what they each wanted, he wasn't ready, not yet anyway.

He did raise his hand up and pull the zipper on her dress down and sucked in a sharp, almost painful breath when the skin of her back appeared sans bra and he could only see the thin strip of material of the thong she had on.

"Holy fuck," he hissed and placed his hand, spread wide against the smooth expanse of her back. Her skin felt like warm silk beneath his fingers and it took a few very deep breaths to keep from lowering his hand and feeling just how little those panties covered up.

Regaining what little composure he had left, he reluctantly removed his hand and bent his head down, making a path with his tongue from the small of her back up to the back of her neck. He heard her breathing get heavier and he could faintly smell her arousal float from between her legs.

"Edward, please," he heard her beg and he almost gave in.

Almost.

"You don't need to beg, Beautiful. You know I want you as badly as you want me and I promise, you can take as much time driving me crazy as I have you but..." he said and waited until she looked at him, "when you do, I want you naked." With a speed that shocked both of them, he pushed the dress off her shoulders and watched, mesmerized as it fell into a shimmery, silver pool at her feet.

She looked down at the floor and then back up at him, feeling not the least bit embarrassed about standing before him in only diamonds, a thong that barely covered anything, and heels. In fact, she felt empowered, fierce, desired.

She made a move to go to him but he quickly stopped her. "Not yet, love. It seems to me I said I wanted you naked." He stepped forward and cupped her sex, feeling her heat seep through her barely there and quite wet panties.

Her breath caught in her throat when his fingers grazed her clit. Her stomach clenched, as well as other places and she licked her lips as she stared at him.

"Oh, Isabella," Edward said gruffly between taking deep breaths. "So wet for me already and because they're already ruined, I'm sure you won't mind..." he hissed as the sound of tearing fabric mixed with the pounding bass of the jazz music playing on the stereo. "You weren't particularly fond of those, were you? As fucking mouthwatering as you looked in them, I do have to say you look a hell of a lot better without them."

He couldn't stop himself when he brought her forward so he could kiss her again. His mouth completely covered hers as he devoured her. "You are so fucking beautiful," he whispered roughly when he bent his head down and took a hard nipple into his mouth. He nibbled on the pebbled flesh before he flicked it with his tongue. "I think you should always look like this, naked and draped in diamonds; what do you think about that, Isabella?"

His fingers teased her clit and slid through her slick folds until he pressed two fingers deep inside of her.

"Edward, oh God," she cried as she reached out and grabbed his shoulders. His words had already driven her crazy and now his fingers were pushing her past that and all the way to downright gone.

"Come, Beautiful," he commanded immediately when he felt her squeeze his fingers deep inside her.

She closed her eyes as the orgasm built. Her stomach clenched; the muscles in her legs tensed; her fingers dug into his shoulders. "Open your eyes, love, and look at me," she heard him whisper in a smooth, hypnotic tone. "Come," he said once more.

Isabella felt the powerful orgasm build and then she let go when she felt him press down on her swollen clit with his thumb. She let it wash over her and threw her head back and rode his fingers as wave after wave rolled through her body.

Edward had seen her come before, many times in all matter-of-fact, but it had never affected him the way it did this time. Watching her fall apart, hearing her cries of pleasure as his fingers continued their sweet torture had him almost wild with unbridled need. She was his and his alone and that thought made him growl lowly in the back of this throat.

He knew the admiration and respect she garnered from the others like Jasper and Alec; he knew about the love Emmett and Rose felt for her; hell, he even knew about the lewd and envious thoughts Vincent and others had for her, but there was not one other fucking person on earth that would ever know her like he did. No one would ever know the way she bit her bottom lip when she had an orgasm, the way her chest flushed when they made love, even the way her toes curled when her legs were wrapped around him.

Isabella finally felt herself calm down, though her body still shook from the aftershocks. When Edward withdrew his fingers and held her gaze when he licked them clean, she finally decided it was her turn to take the lead.

"You know, Edward, I do believe that I promised you that I would undress you and because..." she said in a sultry voice, "I'm naked as you wished, it's time for you to be naked, too."

Stepping forward on rubbery legs, she pressed her body close to his and then reached out and pushed his jacket off his shoulders. She wasted no time unbuttoning his vest and loosening his tie.

"Shoes, off, now," she ordered while pulling his tie over his head.

When he was just down to his shirt and pants, she took a few steps back and stared at him. Damn, he was so fucking sexy, she thought. She licked her lips and rolled her eyes at him when she heard the rumble in his chest. "Oh no you don't, my husband. You had your fun, now it's my turn to play," she teased.

She swayed her hips seductively as she walked to stand in front of him and gave herself a silent fist bump when she saw him swallow and take a deep breath. "You know, it's almost a shame to undress you. There isn't anyone that looks better in a tuxedo than you," she said conversationally as she began unbuttoning his shirt.

Purposely letting her fingers graze his skin as she undressed him, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure when she pulled his shirt off, leaving him bare from the waist up.

She licked her lips again and tilted her head to the side as she looked him up and down. "No, I do believe I'd still rather have you with no clothes on."

Taking a cue from him, she took a few steps to walk around him. The muscles of his back flexed when she ran her fingers lightly over them and began to speak softly as she stepped behind him. Because she still had her shoes on, she was the perfect height to be able to kiss along the broad expanse of his shoulders. It was a treat she certainly couldn't resist.

Edward hissed the instant her lips touched him and his skin felt like it was on fire. When her tiny hands pressed on his chest as she wrapped her arms around him and her hard nipples rubbed against his back, he hung his head. Christ she felt so good against him, perfect and naked and fitting against him like she was always meant to be there. Her lips were soft and warm and when he felt her breath when she licked along his shoulders, he felt his dick get painfully hard.

"I love your shoulders," she whispered out of nowhere. "They always remind me of just how damn strong you are, how much you carry day in and day out. You don't always have to do it alone, Edward, and I hope, I think, you're finally beginning to realize that." She didn't say the words in rebuke, but only to serve as a reminder that she was always there, always by his side and always ready to help him in any way she could.

She pressed her entire body against his and placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss in the center of his shoulders before she moved to stand in front of him once more. Her fingers danced lightly from back to front and then walked a path from his chest, down over his tight stomach and through the fine hair that dipped below his pants. When she looked into his eyes and noticed they'd turned almost black, she shivered.

Oh yeah, she was going as crazy as he was, but playing was so much fun that she couldn't stop, even if she wanted to, and well, she didn't.

Not yet anyway.

"These hands, though," she said as she linked her fingers with his and then lifted them up. She held them both to her lips and laid soft kisses over each knuckle. "These hands I think are my favorite things about you. Oh, I love your eyes; I adore your smile, especially when you give me my smile. Your hair drives me and every other woman at CP nuts, but these hands are most definitely my favorite." She turned them over and trailed her tongue along the inside of his wrist and then over his palm, never once taking her eyes off his, not that she could. His eyes were trained so intensely on hers she swore that even though they were bathed in shadows and moonbeams, she could see each individual eyelash, see each speck of gold that mixed with the green. She moved her tongue to his index finger and then wrapped her lips around it, sucking it fully into her mouth. Her tongue curled and licked and she could see his heart beat wildly in his chest. "These hands," she said in a husky whisper when she released it with a pop, "know exactly how to hold me. Know when I need to be held tight or when I want gentle caresses. These fingers know how to play my body like the world's finest instrument and bring me so much pleasure they should be illegal."

She lowered their hands and then placed his alone on her hips. "Be good," she told him with a grin and then slowly undid his belt and then the button and zipper of his pants. She pushed them and his boxers down and watched as they fell over his hips and down his legs. She felt his fingers curl around her hipbones and felt his thumbs make small circles on the sensitive skin there. Her pussy began to throb and she could feel moisture drip down the inside of her thigh but she made no move to wipe it off. Instead she took a step backward and out of his grasp and stared at him, standing tall and proud, and deliciously hard.

Speaking of delicious, she took the few steps needed to stand in front of him once more. As promised, she was going to touch him everywhere. She used a featherlight touch and ghosted her fingertips over every bit of his body starting with the top.

"I can't tell you, my love, how wonderful it is to see the lines that always used to be on your forehead gone now. You're much too handsome to have a scowl on your face all the time," she whispered as her fingers made a path from his forehead down along the sides of his jaw.

Using just her index finger, she followed the outline of his lips of his mouth, which he made easy to do because he was breathing so heavily, he was practically panting. She leaned forward and brushed a soft, gentle kiss across them, telling him, "I love you," in a voice that was barely more than a breath it was so soft.

"Isabella, love," he said roughly but she shook her head at him.

"I know, Edward, but I'm not done yet. I told you I'd touch you everywhere and I never go back on my word," she answered his plea and then proceeded to run her hands down over his shoulders and then laid them on his chest. His heart was pounding wildly beneath her right hand and with her left, she moved her fingers back and forth over his distended nipple. She grinned when his eyes rolled back in his head and he growled, but she didn't stop. Lowering her head, she flicked at it with her tongue before scraping her teeth across it. She felt his erection press firmly against her stomach and even felt the drop of moisture that leaked from the tip, but she didn't stop. She moved from the left to the right, not wanting to leave one nipple less appreciated than the other. When she bit into it, she heard him utter, "Oh, fuck," between clenched teeth.

Her fingers had a mind of their own when they aimlessly moved over his abs, through the fine hair between his belly button and down below. Without even looking to see, they somehow found the indentions on each side, the ones that formed that mouthwatering 'v' between his hips. She lowered her body and let her tongue follow the path of her fingers, alternating between licks, sucks and gentle nibbles. Her hands wound their way to his ass and she squeezed and kneaded the muscular flesh as her mouth continued its descent.

Edward curled his fingers into tight fists and pressed them hard into his thighs when he looked down and saw his wife on her knees before him. "Shit...oh, Isabella...you," he stammered when he felt her nose press against the base of his incredibly and almost painfully hard dick and felt her tongue when she sucked on the hyper-sensitive skin that surrounded it. He tilted his head backward and tightly squeezed his eyes shut.

"Yes, Edward, I am," she said against his skin. When her mouth moved to lick up the side of him, he held his breath and let it out on a long exhale when he felt her close her lips around the tip of his cock.

"Jesus," he managed to choke out.

Somehow he was able to pull himself together enough to look down once more, though when he did, he almost came just from the sight of her. There she was, on her knees with him fully in her mouth and her hands on his ass, holding him still. He tried so hard to stop himself, but he couldn't and his hands slid into her hair and pressed on the back of her head. It took all he had not to twist her hair around his fingers and help her move up and down, though the pace she set was driving him fucking wild. He gritted his teeth when he felt her tongue curl around him and uttered a fierce, "Holy shit" when her teeth scraped up the length of him.

"Mmmm, Edward, you taste so good," she told him as she stared in his eyes and flicked her tongue at the tip of him.

"Beautiful, please," he begged pitifully. "I need to be inside of you, right fucking now."

He hoped she understood how fucking serious he was because he honestly felt that if he wasn't inside of her soon, feeling her surround him as he drove into her over and over again, he would fucking explode. The whole night had been one long extended session of foreplay, hell the whole day even. Everything that had happened to him over the past few weeks had seemed to culminate with watching his incredible wife stand up to Vincent and defend not only him, but their company and their family and friends. Everything he'd realized, everything he'd worked toward, everything he felt for her had been building until this moment right here and he wanted her with a ferocity that was seriously threatening to overtake him. He would never hurt her, not physically, but he wanted to fuck her until he couldn't see straight, until he was unable to go on, until she screamed so much she couldn't make another sound.

Isabella heard the warning in his voice and she knew she'd teased and played with him all she could. Not that she wasn't ready to have him buried deep inside of her and taking her to limits only he knew how to reach. She leaned back on her knees and placed a soft kiss to his tip before she gracefully stood up. She smirked and then eyed the chair behind him. She sauntered forward and then pushed back on his chest and whispered, "Stop," before she moved the chair around and placed it so that it faced the fireplace. When she was riding him, which she had every intention of doing, she wanted them both to be able to watch.

"Sit," she ordered.

Edward did as he was told and fell in the chair and his jaw practically hit the floor when his wife climbed on top of him. She straddled his thighs and rubbed her chest against his and when he felt her tiny hands slide into his hair and twist he groaned loudly.

"Oh, fuck, Beautiful," he breathed out and then pulled her firmly against him as he plunged his tongue forcefully into her mouth. Their breathing was heavy and their heads tilted and turned, lips crushed against lips, noses rubbed against the other, and he could feel her slick and hot against him.

"Isabella, damn it," he ground out as he gripped her hips and tried to move her where his body was screaming for her to be.

He was pulled out of his blinding lust when he felt her push on his chest. Just when he was about to protest, vehemently, to her moving, she shocked the shit out of him when she turned around and then slid over him in one fluid movement.

"Oh my fucking God," he rasped when she sunk down on him, her back sliding down his chest. He was sure, one hundred fucking percent sure, he'd never been buried so deep inside of her and he damn well knew it hadn't ever felt so fucking good, not ever.

He adjusted himself on the chair and sat up higher and reached around and cupped both of her breasts in his hands. Taking her nipples between his fingers, he rolled the hardened flesh between them, tweaking and pulling, pinching and twisting until he heard her groan. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked in a rough voice.

"Edward...yes," she panted as she rocked back and forth on him.

She reached down and dug her nails into the firm muscles of his legs, feeling the coarse hair between her fingers.

"I bet this will feel even better," he whispered and then slid one hand down her stomach until he covered her pussy with his hand, making sure to rub her clit with his thumb. "You're so fucking wet, Isabella," he told her. "Spread your legs wider," he ordered after a moment in a voice rough with need. When she did as he asked, he began stroking her, timing his fingers perfectly with his cock as she moved up and down on him.

He picked his head up from where he'd currently been sucking on the thin skin of her neck and felt himself grow even harder when he saw their reflection in the fireplace.

"Fuck, Beautiful, look at us," he said and waited until her eyes found his in the reflection.

"Oh...God..." she said between breaths.

"Just fucking look at you," he whispered as he watched his fingers stroke her while he pushed his cock deeper inside of her. "Legs spread wide, pussy glistening in the moonlight, your chest flushed pink, my dick moving in you. I've never in my damn life seen anything hotter."

She increased her rhythm as his words filled the air around them. Leaning back, her body stretched out for him, seemingly of its own will. Her body was his to touch and to possess, to ravage and control. Whatever he wanted, she'd gladly give over and over again, until she could give no more.

Normally he would tell her to watch, but in this case, he was too spellbound by the way she was responding to him to even mutter the words. She'd flung her head back and he could feel her hair draped over his shoulder and the back of the chair. Her neck was extended as she laid back on his shoulder and he could see her pulse pound rapidly. He watched as his hand covered her breast, the dark tone of his skin contrasting with her pale, creamy white skin. He could feel himself move inside of her as he continued to work her into a frenzy.

"Kiss me," he demanded gruffly and then captured her lips for a bruising kiss.

Her body never stopped moving, his fingers never stopped either as his tongue twisted and swirled with hers. "Come, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock," he said into her mouth.

"Edward...oh...yes," she said and to her own ears she couldn't tell whether it was a plea or an answer.

She lowered her hand between her legs and covered his hand with her own, and felt the moist heat coat her skin. Their entwined fingers slid over her clit and then teased at her entrance where he was still moving in and out with each rock of her body and each thrust of his hips. "Come, Isabella," he told her again when he had to take a breath.

Her fingers increased their pace as did her up and down motion. The sounds of skin sliding and slapping against skin, of their heavy breathing, of the music in the background that only seemed to charge the atmosphere surrounding them filled the air and settled like a heavy fog. The chair creaked and cracked with each buck of his legs and she arched her back even more against his chest. Edward looked toward the fireplace again, almost losing it completely as he watched her body mold and writhe against him, as he watched her fingers dip between her legs and circle her clit furiously, trying to propel her body toward the orgasm he wanted, needed.

"Holy...oh fucking...Jesus," he breathed incoherently as the image he saw in the reflection embedded itself in his brain. There was no way he would ever forget what he'd just seen, ever. It was every wet dream, every fantasy, every porn movie amplified to infinity.

"Baby, come...please...I need to feel it...I want it," he whispered huskily in her ear as he felt her pussy squeeze him tightly.

She opened her mouth to answer him, but her voice was caught in her throat. She wrapped her right arm around his head and held on for all she had. She finally opened her eyes and held his gaze. His eyes burned, seared straight to her soul and then to her pussy and she rode him hard and fast. Her fingers flew over her clit, and she could feel his shaft against the tips of them.

"That's it, Beautiful...give it to me...come...now..." he hissed and held on to her hip with his free hand as she completely fell apart above him. Her body convulsed and undulated as she rode out her orgasm; her cries were a mixture of a whimper and a shriek and went on and on and on as her body continued to quiver above him.

Isabella barely had time to catch her breath before he slipped out of her and shifted her body on his lap. Seamlessly he stood up and cradled her in his arms and then walked toward the dining room table. He kicked a chair out of the way, neither one paying any attention to it skittering across the floor before he lowered her to the top of the table.

As soon as she felt the cold wood against the sweat-drenched skin of her back she let out a gasp of surprise but that was followed immediately by a moan of pleasure when she felt Edward's tongue on her swollen pussy.

"Edward, oh my God, yes," she cried out shamelessly when he sucked her clit into his mouth.

She thrashed her head back and forth across the table, making it a tangled mess, but she didn't care. All she could think about was the way his tongue felt as it flicked over and over against her clit; the way it felt when he flattened his tongue and licked her from back to front; the way it felt when she felt his teeth scrape lightly against her sensitive flesh.

Edward was like a man possessed. As much as he wanted to be inside of his wife again, driving into her over and over again, he couldn't stop teasing her with his mouth. She tasted like fucking heaven because he sure as hell knew there wasn't a flavor on earth that he could use to describe it. He devoured her like a man dying of thirst, one that couldn't be quenched, continuously licking and sucking and nibbling. The taste of her coated his tongue and throat, the flavors of the two of them mixing in an erotic blend that nothing could ever match.

"You're close again, Beautiful, I can tell," he whispered as he peppered the insides of her thighs with kisses.

He lifted his head from between her legs and looked at her spread out on the table, completely and totally at his mercy. Her hair was fanned out beneath her head in a riotous mess; her chest heaved as she breathed in and out, and her eyes, Lord help him her eyes were almost black with a hunger for him, so intense he could feel it. Her body practically vibrated with it and he could damn well feel it because she was dripping wet and he most certainly could fucking smell it.

"Ah, my insatiable, greedy girl," he crooned as he slithered up her body, leaving a trail of gentle love bites as he made his way to her ear. "You still want more, do you?" he questioned, but he needed no answer. His fingers lingered between her legs and she made it so easy for him when she spread them even wider.

"Edward, please, I want to come," she begged as she tried to rub against his fingers, craving the friction he withheld from her as he continued his sweet torture.

"Begging...mmmm, you know, there is something quite...erotic," he said in a gravelly voice as he breathed in her ear, "about hearing you beg for me. Such a turn-on," he taunted. "Ask me again, Isabella, and maybe I'll let you."

He lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed. His fingers lightly touched her, barely grazing her clit and he heard her hiss in frustration.

"Say it. You know you want to beg me. It's just one word...one tiny, little...word."

Isabella was spiraling out of control and when he pressed his lips to hers and stroked her tongue with his, she was pushed to her limit. "You can taste yourself, can't you? How we taste together?" he asked as he dipped his tongue again.

She nodded and moaned wantonly and couldn't have stopped the plea she uttered no matter how hard she tried, and really, she didn't try at all.

"Please."

"Ah, that's my good girl," he said silkily and the proceeded to lower his head again and set about giving her what she wanted.

With his fingers and tongue he gave her what she begged for and with each cry of pleasure and each buck of her hips against him, his need for her grew and grew. When her hands twisted in his hair and she bowed her back, he was sure he'd never craved anything as much he did watching and feeling and tasting her as she fell apart over and over and over again.

Isabella was almost out of her mind as she climaxed again and again. Each flick of his tongue, each curl of his fingers inside of her, each gust of warm breath over her tingling core caused tentacles of ecstasy to wind their way through her body and keep her in a suspended state of almost mind-numbing bliss.

"Edward...God...oh, Edward," she cried out again and again.

"Yes, Beautiful. Mmmmm, you're so fucking magnificent when you come, baby," he rasped giving her one final long lick with his tongue before standing up.

His eyes were wild, his hair even more so from where her fingers had pulled and tugged and he could feel the moisture on his face cool from the draft of the central air. He licked his lips and then reached out and hooked his hands beneath her knees and yanked her forcefully to the edge of the table. She easily slid across the surface and when her ass dipped off the edge, he drove into her with one swift motion.

"Fuck...oh fucking hell that feels good," he panted as he savored finally being inside of her.

He stood still, feeling her walls flutter and ripple around him. She had laid her arms out across the table top and gripped the edge so tightly he could hear her nails scratch against the wood. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily in and out and her legs tensed in his arms when he still didn't move.

"Edward, damn it," she said through gritted teeth and then she tried to grind herself against him.

"Stop," he ordered. "Do you have any idea how fucking close I am to climbing on that table and fucking you until it breaks beneath us?"

She didn't really see the problem with that.

At. All.

Edward shook his head and tried to clear it from the crazed fog he was in. With the way he was feeling, the way his body was shaking with his need for her, he was afraid if he didn't get control of himself he wouldn't be able to stop once he started moving inside of her.

"Edward," he heard her say in a tone that was part need and part worry and it was enough to calm the frenzy in his mind, just barely, but at least he didn't feel like a wild animal that had finally escaped from his cage.

He began to move inside of her and though with each stroke he felt himself teetering closer and closer on the edge of losing it completely, he held himself in check. It wasn't easy and with every thrust of his hips, he needed her more and more.

"Isabella, oh, God," he said between heavy breaths. "Do you have any fucking idea how good you feel? So damn wet, so hot and tight," he hissed as his pace increased. "Your pussy is just pulsating around me; I've never felt anything like it," he went on in an astonished voice.

He really had never experienced anything like what he was feeling. Her body was one quivering mass of flesh and he couldn't get enough. When his fingers dug into the thin skin that covered her hip bones, her back arched off the table like she'd been shocked. When he moved his left hand and laid it flat over her pubic bone she let out a moan that sounded like it came from another world. When he slid his hand up her body and covered her breast and then pinched her nipple, she stretched her neck and thrashed her head like she was in pain, but he knew she wasn't. Ecstasy had taken them to an almost different plane, one where their bodies were so in tune with the other's that he wasn't sure they would ever come down.

"Fuck me, Edward...oh God please...just...fuck...me!" she cried out to him, staring him straight in the eyes.

"Isabella...shit...like that?" he grunted and asked as his rhythm increased.

He drove into her and watched with blazing eyes as her body moved back and forth on the table. The table creaked with each thrust; the table legs bumping against the floor as they raised then crashed back to the ground. The chairs that he hadn't kicked out of the way fell over one at a time.

"Unh...oh...yes...yes!" Isabella shrieked and gripped the edges of the table even tighter. He could see her arms shake with the force she used as she held on and he increased his pace even more.

She lifted her hips off the table and he slammed her ass into it each and every time as he mindlessly fucked her.

"Come, God damn it! Now...baby...oh fuck, please come fucking now," he yelled out as he held on to her hips and dug his fingers into her ass.

"So close...so close," she cried out and squeezed him tightly inside of her.

Edward's arms burned, his legs ached, but still he drove on. His jaw hurt from gritting his teeth so hard and his cock throbbed against her walls. He'd never been so deep inside of her, but he wanted more.

"Beautiful, let me feel you come on my cock. Do it...give it to me," he panted.

"Edward...Edddwwaarrrdddd!" she screamed as she came in a blinding, mind-numbing wave that completely overwhelmed her and she felt like she floated away only to come crashing back to Earth as she felt him explode in a burst that lifted her from the table.

He growled and threw his head back, the muscles of his neck strained and stretched as he called out her name. "Isabella!"

The force he came with took his breath away and literally blinded him for a moment when all he saw was a flash of white.

"Oh, God, oh, God," she continued to chant over and over as the aftershocks continued to rock her body.

"Shhh, baby, it's okay," he said in a much gentler tone of voice and reached down to lift her up to hold her next to him.

He was still inside of her and he could feel her heart pound wildly in her chest, though he was sure his was beating just as fast. "I love you, love you so fucking much," he whispered as he peppered her face and the top of her head with kisses. Their bodies were slick with sweat and the evidence of their lovemaking and her hair stuck to her cheek and his chest where he held her tight against him.

Isabella could feel the tears eke from her eyes as she clung to him, afraid to let go. Her body continued to shake and she could hear the soft whimpers she tried to keep inside. She heard him murmur against her head but she couldn't understand what he was saying because her mind was so full of what had just happened.

"I love you," she finally managed to say on a stuttering breath, hiccuping as she tried to gain some semblance of control of her body.

"Oh, Beautiful, I love you, too," he told her again.

"That was," she said and then shook her head at a total loss for words to describe what just happened.

"Yeah, it was," he said with a chuckle.

He slipped out of her and then smirked when she pouted. He pushed her hair back over her shoulder before lowering his head and whispering in her ear, "Don't worry, my love, we already have to buy a new table and chairs, so we might as well make the most of it. I've fucked you properly, now let me make love to you."

With that, he climbed on the table and pulled her with him.

It was going to be a very, very long night indeed.

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