A Bite of Forbidden Fruit

Love and Night Swimming: Bella's POV

Mature sexual content warning!! :)

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Edward starts at my right breast and then moves onto my left, dripping the warm massage oil as he goes. My body ignites instantly, the afterglow of my orgasm still sending tingles all the way down to my toes. Edward continues to drizzle the liquid down my stomach, pooling it around my belly button and working back up to drip more onto my nipples and neck. The lavender scent from the oil smells incredible and the heat feels soothing against my skin, but nothing compares to the sensation of Edward's icy fingertips beginning to rub in the oil...oh my.

He starts in slow, circular motions around my breasts, at first avoiding my nipples in the most agonizing way. I moan and push my chest into his perfect hands, the combination of heat and ice making my skin overwhelmingly sensitive. He finally relents and begins to lovingly massage my nipples, using his hands to stimulate both breasts at the same time. I try to reach for him but am reminded that my hands are bound, the urge to touch him unimaginable.

"I want to touch...oh..." My sentence is interrupted by Edward's lips covering my own, coaxing my mouth open so that his tongue can stroke and suck on mine.

"Shhh baby, you'll get to touch me soon enough. It's my turn right now." He whispers this against my lips as he continues to kiss and caress me, his magical fingers kneading and massaging the peaked tips of my nipples. The soft music playing in the background only adds to the intensity of the emotions washing through me, the passion in Edward's kiss enough to set my soul on fire. With just the soft touch of his lips or the gentle stroke of his fingers, he always has the ability to make me feel so cherished.

His left hand continues kneading my breasts while his right hand travels south, the oil coating his long fingers. Every touch leaves behind searing pleasure as he continues massaging all the way to the center of my thighs, once again bringing me on the brink of climax. I feel the pressure building deep inside of me as his fingers continue their circular motion on my clitoris, making my toes curl and my arms strain against the blindfold.

"Oh Edward, please. I need you." My voice is urgent and yet I don't even really know what I'm asking for. All I know is I do not want him to stop touching me.

"I'm going to make you come for me again, and then I'm going to bury myself in you." The tone of his voice drives me even further, the lustful edge and self-assurance turning me on beyond recognition. I'm his and he knows it, now and forever. "Come on Bella, let go baby. Now." And just like that, from his words and skilled hands, my body ignites for him once more and I completely unravel while screaming a gargled version his name.

While my brain is still in a fog and the aftershocks of my second orgasm flow through my body, I feel Edward quickly untie both the blindfold holding my wrists and then the silk around my eyes. I blink several times until my vision regains focus, noticing that Edward has significantly dimmed the lights and lit several more candles in their absence. "I didn't want the lights to burn your eyes." He whispers in explanation, smiling fondly at me and keeping his eyes locked on my face as he stands up and removes his boxers...slowly.

Wow.

There is no sight in any part of the world more captivating than Edward Anthony Cullen standing there naked...looking at me like that.

His body is carved by angels, from the pale tone of his flawless complexion to the throbbing veins lining his substantial manhood. His muscles flex slightly as we drink each other in, the butterscotch color of his eyes fueled by desire and hunger.

Hunger for me.

He begins to climb up onto the bed, each one of his motions smooth and calculated, his eyes never leaving mine. My body is covered in oil but he doesn't care, lying himself on top of me and engulfing my mouth with his own. With my wrists untied I'm able to wrap my arms around him, using my legs to pull his naked body even closer to my own. A gasp escapes my lips when I feel the solid length of his erection pressing against the sensitive flesh between my thighs, rubbing himself into me over and over again. I'm soaking wet and my legs start to quiver from pleasure, the need for him to make love to me becoming overwhelmingly painful.

I push my pelvis towards him in an attempt to feel him inside of me, but he maneuvers himself so as to avoid fully entering me...much to my dismay. This torture continues as he rubs the tip of his penis against my clitoris and uses his hands to caress each one of my curves, skillfully massaging my breasts and bottom and thighs while his tongue dances with mine in long strokes and deep kisses. He continues using the broad head of his erection to rub against me until I can't take it any longer, moaning and gasping loudly with each stroke.

To Hell with patience...I am ready to beg.

As if you weren't already begging, Bella.

"Please, please, please, Edward. I need you so much. I love you." I hear him moan in response against my lips, my words driving him over the edge. "I love you, Edward." I repeat the words knowing how they effect him, feeling him slowly start to slip his firm length inside of me. I can hardly breathe as he completely fills me, the pleasure shattering my senses and nearly making me black out. As he gently moves in and out of me, he uses his lips to kiss along my jaw and whispers tantalizing words of love and lust into my ear.

"I miss you all the time, even when you're right here with me buried deep inside of you. I can't get enough of you, baby. I love you so much." His words drive me higher and higher, my hands clawing at him as if to mold us into one. Every long, solid inch of him feels so incredible, each sensation overtaking the next until tears pool up in my eyes and spill over onto my cheeks.

Is it like this for everyone or am I just the luckiest woman alive? I think we all know the answer to that.

I whimper his name as another orgasm begins to build inside of me, my voice needy and desperate as he picks up his pace and starts to really move...oh my...and the rough, sexy noises coming from his throat..."Edward!"

The climax shocks me, a scream of pleasure erupting from my throat as I feel Edward find his own release inside of me, the familiar sounds of a pillow being torn to shreds ripping through the air. Flurries of feathers begin to rain down on us, sticking to the massage oil covering both of our bodies and scattering all over the comforter. It takes only a moment before we're both cracking up, laughing at each other and plucking feathers off of our faces.

Then we just lie there holding each other, neither of us moving for what feels like hours but what really is probably only minutes.

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I feel Edward's eyes on me before I see them, looking up at his gorgeous face to see nothing but love and admiration staring back at me. I can't believe this beautiful man is my husband, that he chose me and still chooses me every day. I lean forward to kiss him, his hands cradling my face and kissing me back with furious, unyielding passion.

And then suddenly he releases me, my mouth and body aching for more. I whimper and lean forward again to steal a kiss but he smirks and shakes his head, clearly having a mischievous idea come to mind.

"Let's get you cleaned off first, Mrs. Cullen." Before I can even respond he sweeps me up into his arms, quickly springing off the bed and running us naked out of the bedroom...down to our own private beach for a swim.

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To be continued in Kisses and Waterfalls: Edward's POV

*I do not own the rights to these characters. This is a fan fiction inspired by Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga.*