Chapter 75 - Tropical Sands & Blue Lagoons

I was beginning to think that I should have gone to Mass alone.

Who am I kidding? There was no way I was going to be parted from Edward

It was the day after our wedding, and we were seated in St. James Cathedral listening to the Archbishop's homily. Actually I was pretending to listen. More often than not, I was shooting glances from the corner of my eye at my gorgeous husband; the same husband who kept sliding the hand that rested between us closer to me until his fingertips were brushing against the side of my leg.

I didn't stop him. I probably should have, but I just didn't.

When those same fingers slipped just under the hem of my skirt, and brushed against the skin of my upper thigh while still inching higher, I grabbed his hand in mine and pulled our joined hands to rest on my lap. I shot him a warning glance. He smiled back, unapologetic, and I melted.

Gah

The smile. That smile, brought the memory of last night and this morning in the shower, to the forefront of my mind. I could feel my face begin to warm, and knew that I was blushing profusely. Edward released my hand. I didn't even need to look at his face to know that he was still smiling, amused, as he wrapped his arm around my body, pulling me close against his side. He kissed my temple, "Love you Mrs. Cullen." He whispered low in my ear. His warm breath tickled the side of my face.

I smiled adoringly up at him. "Love you too." I whispered back.

I heard a throat clear from the seat behind us. I didn't care.

Do some people forget what it's like to be young and in love?

It would appear so

Edward kept his arm around me until I got up to receive Communion. On the way back to my seat, I felt the eyes of every person I passed staring at me. They looked as if they knew what Edward and I had been doing all night.

That's because they do know dumbass.

Are you forgetting that your wedding has been the top entertainment news story for weeks?

I lowered my head, letting my hair fall down to mask my face.

We'd left the house later than intended; our little romp in the shower delaying us, coupled with the fact that Edward had insisted we eat breakfast.

When we arrived late, we slipped into a pew near the back and had fortunately gone unnoticed by almost everyone until now.

As soon as I sat back down, he pulled me to him again. "We need to leave in a few minutes, I've been seen." I whispered into his ear.

He nodded, immediately understanding my meaning, and pulled out his phone, no doubt to text Sidney.

       -V&V—

"Dallas?" I questioned as we waited to check our bags.

Edward smiled, "Yes, that's the first stop."

"First stop?" I was confused.

"Yes, Mrs. Cullen. If we fly straight to our honeymoon destination this afternoon, we'd have to fly all night." He leaned down in order to whisper in my ear. "It won't due to spend the second night of our marriage on an airplane. I want you naked and in bed with me."

Fuck me.

Please.

My sharp intake of breath caused him to chuckle before he kissed the top of my head and stood back up.

I wasn't going to make it to Dallas without a change of panties.

       -V&V—

"Here you are Mr. Masen, will there be anything else?" The flight attendant asked Edward. She was definitely star struck.

"No thank you Rena" Edward said smoothly as he read her name tag.

Rena smiled and went about the cabin as Edward flipped up the armrest between our seats and spread the blanket she'd just handed him across our laps.

I snuggled against him and closed my eyes. "You realize that it's only four in the afternoon Edward?" I whispered.

"Um hm" I felt the rumble of his chest under my cheek.

"I mean, it's still daylight, and we're lying here with pillows and a blanket…"

I was cutoff abruptly as Edward reached across me to pull down the window shade, effectively darkening our little space.

"Mr. Cullen, I hope you plan to behave during this flight," I whispered into his chest.

I felt the rumble against my cheek again as he laughed. Edward ordered a couple of rum and cokes and fired up his iPod. We shared a set of earbuds between us and I relaxed back against him.

Sweet surrender on the quayside.
You remember we used to run and hide.
In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one time.
And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline.

The blanket was pulled up to my chest as the music threatened to lull me to sleep. I could feel Edward's warm fingers tracing soothing circles on the bare skin of my back where he'd slipped his hand underneath my shirt.

Near misses on the dogleap stairways.
French kisses in the darkened doorways.
A foghorn blowing out wild and cold.
A policeman shines a light upon my shoulder.

Up comes a coaster fast and silent in the night.
Over my shoulder all you can see are the pilot lights.
No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn.
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm.

The next hour or so was pure torture. Between the sultry sounds of Dire Straits and Edward's distracting touches, my body was on fire, all thoughts of sleep abandoned.

The thought of straddling him and dry humping under the blanket however was more than tempting, but I shook it off knowing without a doubt that the images of us doing that would probably be on the internet before the plane even touched down in Dallas.

So I quietly suffered, while thanking God that my husband was a genius for not having us fly through the night.

Dallas hotel, here we come.

It's possible that Edward's just horny

That makes two of us

We'd had sex three times, in twenty-four hours.

Was that a lot for a newly married couple?

I had nothing to compare it to, so I had to believe that our behavior was perfectly normal.

Thinking about last night and this morning, the husky sound of his voice as he said my name….our whispered 'I love yous'…how perfectly we fit together and moved in synchronicity, all of it, was enough to cause a throbbing ache.

Down there…

Where Edward's hand, or another body part, would make me feel oh so much better….

I pushed my thighs together hard, and tried to will the feeling away.

Fuck

       -V&V—

"I'm starving" I admitted as we lay across the king sized bed facing one another.

Edward and I had barely made it into our suite before we were tearing at each other's clothes.

He brushed my cheek with his fingers. "I'm sorry. I keep forgetting to feed you." He whispered.

I smiled. "I think we've been preoccupied."

He leaned over and kissed my lips. "You start a bath, I'll order room service." I smiled and nodded. Edward was on the phone as I unpacked our toiletries and placed them on the vanity before hanging our clothes for the next day in the closet.

I ran the water into the bath, added some bubbles, and clipped my hair into a messy bun.

As I lay there relaxing, I heard the door open quietly. I scooted forward in the tub. Edward didn't say a word as he slipped in behind me.

It was strange that I felt no embarrassment over the fact that he was seeing me naked, again. It was as if a switch had been flipped in my brain the night before which made me feel almost uninhibited around him.

Almost…

I still blushed; and sometimes covered my girly bits with a hand or an arm when I felt a little overwhelmed by his intense stare. Only to have him gently pull the offending hand or arm away and express how beautiful I was.

I heard the clink of a glass on the side of the tub and looked over to see a tumbler filled with ice, and what I guessed to be cranberry juice, something he'd been plying me with since this morning.

Hmm. I tried to remember what Rose had said about it….

"Food's here." He whispered before kissing my neck. I hadn't eaten since before the flight, but all thought of food was forgotten once I felt Edward's fingers brush purposely across my nipples. After two passes, he grasped them gently between his fingers and thumbs, causing me to moan as the sensation went straight to where I most wanted him to touch me.

He kissed my neck again. I reached my wet, bubble-covered hand up and behind me and began to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck as I turned my head in order to see his face. "Again?" I asked in surprise as I felt his erection press against my back.

With a grin he murmured, "Sorry" before leaving a soft kiss on my lips. I smiled at him.

He made me feel beautiful. And sexy. And desirable.

And to be honest, he also made me horny as hell.

"We don't have to do anything baby. I just can't seem to stop touching you," he admitted.

I feel the same way

I picked up the tumbler and drank down the cranberry juice before standing and leaning toward the vanity in order to place it on the counter there.

I turned back and began to sit down again when I felt Edward's strong hands on my hips, turning me toward him. Once facing him, his grip held me, signaling that I shouldn't sit down.

He leaned his head forward and began placing open mouthed kisses across my abdomen, before placing one on my right thigh and then repeating the action on my left. The scruff from his unshaven chin as it grazed across my sensitive flesh sent a delicious tingle straight to my groin.

Oh…

I laced my fingers into his hair and pulled lightly as I felt his tongue move slowly along my slit, dipping inside as it passed. "Edward" his name came out as part whisper, part moan and my eyes rolled back into my head of their own accord.

"Relax Bella" He whispered against my sensitive flesh.

I moaned again when I felt his finger dip into my entrance and again his tongue repeated the same movement as before. "Ohhh" I moaned loudly.

"You are so sweet my love" His lips were so close that, when he spoke, the vibration went straight to my bundle of nerves there. I felt my knees go weak.

"Oh God Edward. I need you."

"You have me" He said before his tongue made another pass, and then another. I was standing in water, but I could have sworn that my body had gone up in flames as I squirmed in pleasure.

I wanted it to stop….

I wanted it to go on forever….

My balance was questionable at best; add to that the fact that Edward's fingers and tongue were quickly bringing me to the brink of an orgasm, and it was a recipe for disaster. I needed to sit down. On Edward. More specifically: on Edward's beautiful cock.

Did I just think that?

Oh my God, I've become a wanton hussy

"I need you inside me." I panted out. "I'm aching Edward." I whispered toward the ceiling, so low that I wasn't sure he could hear me. I looked back down to find him gaping up at me, his eyes dark with desire.

I removed my hands from his hair and placed them firmly on his shoulders as I began to lower myself into the bath. I kept going until I was able to place my knees on either side of Edward's thighs. One glance down at my husband's perfect body left no doubt that he was ready for me.

I smiled before reaching down and grasping his erection in my hand, positioning it, and then slowly lowering myself onto his length.

Edward hissed in my ear. Once he was fully sheathed inside me, I paused for a moment to allow my body to adjust to the feel of him.

I felt stretched, full, perfect.

I heard myself moan again at the feel of him deep, deep inside me.

Edward pulled my face to his, searching out my lips. As our tongues entwined and danced, I could taste myself on him.

It was beyond erotic.

I pushed up on my knees slightly, and began to rock back and forth. Our mouths still pressed together, we swallowed each other's moans. We settled into a steady rhythm as I would rock and swivel my hips, and Edward would thrust up to meet me. With each pass, my clit would rub against him, driving me to distraction.

He pulled his lips from mine, "Does that feel good baby?" He asked in a deep voice.

"Yes" I answered in a barely audible whisper.

Edward leaned back as far as the back of the tub would allow. I continued to ride him as his eyes scanned my body, stopping to linger on the place we were connected. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured.

I could feel myself clench deep inside at his words, causing him to groan again. I leaned in to kiss his lips, panting into his mouth as I did. "You like that Bella? You like it when I say fuck?"

I don't know why, but hearing that word in this context was extremely arousing, I felt myself clench around him again. He chuckled in a low husky voice as he began to pick up the pace, driving into me faster. I was panting rapidly as I rocked on top of him. "It seems my girl likes a bit of dirty talk." He grunted out, before grabbing onto my hips tightly. "Hold on my love, I'm going to fuck your sweet pussy now."

Oh...

I was gone. I arched my back and surrendered myself to pleasure as Edward drove into me impossibly deeper and faster. As soon as I felt his teeth clamp down lightly on my nipple, I shouted out his name. Edward gave the other nipple the same treatment and I came apart above him clenching and shaking in a toe-curling orgasm.

My breaths and moans were so loud in my own ears that I almost wasn't aware of Edward gasping out my name before exploding inside me.

I collapsed onto him, my mind a blur, my body floating slowly back down to earth.

We clung to each other in the lukewarm water as we calmed; our breathing and heart rates slowly returning to normal. I searched out his lips once again, "I love you" I breathed into his mouth. "I love you too Bella." He answered.

After another moment, he slowly eased out of me. He grabbed the soap and a washcloth and began to wash my body. I was grateful, barely having to energy to do it myself. When he'd finished, he washed himself before wrapping us both in warm fuzzy robes, and practically carrying me to the bedroom.

We lazed across the bed while eating the sandwiches, fruit and cheeses delivered by room service until, finally satisfied in every way, we brushed our teeth and crawled under the covers together.

     -V&V—

First time, wedding night, in our bed.
Second time, early next morning, in our bed.
Third time, morning after wedding, in the shower.
Fourth time, day after our wedding, Dallas hotel bed.
Fifth time, night after our wedding Dallas hotel bathtub.

I looked at what I'd written in my journal and chuckled. Yeah, I was keeping track of how many times and where we'd 'done the deed'.

I was a freak.

I was well aware that I was probably 'sex obsessed' at this point, but I couldn't help myself.

The man I'd married two days ago was undeniably 'sex on legs' to most of the free world, but I was the only person who knew for a fact how accurate that description truly was.

Squuueeeee

I stowed the journal away in my carryon when I spied Edward returning to his seat. He smiled and kissed me as he sat back down.

It was Monday afternoon, and we were on the last leg of our journey. In a couple of hours we would be landing in Barbados. I had literally squealed as I threw my arms around Edward's neck in the airport when I realized where we were going. I didn't know a lot about the island, but I knew that honeymooning in the Caribbean meant relaxing on a warm tropical beach with my fuckhot husband, and a large frozen alcoholic drink in my hand.

And sex, lots of sex.

I hope I don't wear out my cooter

"Excited?" Edward's voice pulled me away from my thoughts. He was smiling widely at me.

"Yes." I grinned back.

I'd learned that airplane rides with Edward were awkward. We could never really talk. Anything important had to be said in hushed whispers. There were always people around, eavesdroppers. Especially now.

Knowing I had some time before we'd land, I pulled out my laptop and worked on my new book.

'Kayla and the Fairies' was undoubtedly inspired by a certain little brown-eyed girl I'd met over a month ago.

Every night while Kayla slept, the fairies would take her to their kingdom. I was writing about the battle between the fairy kingdom and the evil ogre when I heard Edward calling me.

"Bella, sweetheart, wake up."

"Huh?" I opened my eyes and looked around. I was lying against Edward; my laptop stowed in my bag on the floor.

"You dozed off while you were writing," he said. "Don't worry, I saved your document."

"How much longer?" I asked with a yawn.

"We should be getting close."

The sun had already set by the time we landed. Sidney was waiting for us at luggage claim. He and Lou had flown on the overnight flight which arrived that morning in order to make sure everything was secure before we arrived.

About an hour later, we pulled up in front of a private, gated, beachfront villa.

"Oh Edward," I said in amazement. "This is lovely."

It was. The beautiful sprawling house was set in a lush tropical garden. All the rooms opened onto the garden and pool; and beyond that a path leading to the beach. After helping transport our things inside, Sidney disappeared.

"Where is he going?"

"There are a couple of cottages by the main gate where he and Lou will be staying."

My smile widened. "We're alone?"

"Yes. Someone will be here in the morning to cook. Speaking of which," he led me toward the back of the house where we found an elegantly decorated dining table containing several serving dishes.

Edward lifted the lid to the first one, steam wafting up from it when he did. I was abruptly starving.

We feasted on a dinner of fried flying fish and macaroni pie.

After dinner, we carried our luggage to the bedroom. As we unpacked, the balmy breeze blowing through the open French doors reminded me of one of Edward's films. "Have you been to Barbados before Edward?"

"Nope" He grinned. "I got this idea when I heard Hal bragging about how much he and his wife loved it here."

"Oh" I thought about Edward strangling Jonelle Everett in September Ends as palm trees swayed in the background. It made me smile.

"What's got you so quiet?" Edward whispered in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me.

My smile grew wider. "You, strangling Jonelle Everette."

Edward laughed loudly. "Where the hell did that come from?" He asked as he continued to laugh.

"Well, I was thinking about swaying palm trees, which naturally made me think of September Ends."

"Naturally," he was still laughing as he held me.

"Which made me wonder where you filmed that movie and about my favorite scene, you killing Jonelle Everett's character." I beamed up at him.

Edward laughed loudly again. "You do realize that my character was the villain of that film don't you?"

"Not in my book."

Edward laughed again. "To answer your question, we filmed in St. John; and you my love, have one of the strangest minds I've ever encountered."

"But you love me." I whispered with a smile.

"That I do. Please don't ever change," he said before kissing my lips.

Edward disappeared into the bathroom, so I gathered up the handful of travel brochures I'd picked up at the airport and lay across the bed to peruse them.

I heard him reenter the bedroom a few minutes later. Without turning my head I spoke. "This is fascinating Edward. Evidently a couple of well-known pirates called Barbados home," I chuckled. "Hey, we could go on a party cruise aboard the Jolly Roger," I exclaimed.

"Sounds crowded," he answered quietly. I looked up to see he was wearing his bathing suit.

"How about a swim?" He asked hopefully.

"Pool or ocean?"

"Um," He hesitated. "I was thinking the ocean. We can't go to bed without visiting the beach."

I nodded.

       -V&V—

There were a total of four bathing suits in my suitcase. All of them beautiful; and each one I unpacked skimpier than the one before it. I sighed. At their insistence, I'd stupidly allowed my sisters-in-law to pack my suitcases. They claimed it was because I wasn't allowed to know where Edward was taking me. After seeing what they'd packed, I believed that their real motive was to keep me in as little clothing as possible.

Rose and Alice are so dead when we get back.

My logic was probably flawed, but I opted for the skimpiest suit of the lot. It was red and white, and from the front didn't look terribly risqué, but the fact remained that it was a thong. The reasoning behind my choice was that I'd rather show the most skin at night when only Edward could see me, than during the day when the chance of being seen by others, even if it's only Sidney and Lou, was greatest. Also, precisely because it was a thong, this suit would be permanently relegated to night use only.

There's no way I'm running the risk of sun burned ass cheeks

Although I bet Edward would be more than willing to apply sunscreen…

I shook those thoughts from my head for the time being.

"I'm ready." I announced as I bounded out of the bathroom, only to find the bedroom empty. I walked through the open doors and found him a little way down the path leading to the beach, staring at the ocean. I touched his arm gingerly.

He turned with a smile and as soon as he took in my attire, his smile grew wider.

I gave him a little twirl.

When I looked back at his face, his eyes were wide and his mouth was gaping in surprise.

Yeah, he noticed the thong

"Like it?" I asked.

He finally managed to close his mouth before clearing his throat. "Very much." He answered in a husky tone as his eyes bore into mine.

Uh-oh

I knew that look. I'd seen it several times in the last two days.

I grabbed his hand and began to tug him toward the beach. "Let's go for that swim."

We went for a short walk up the beach. The view of the moonlight reflecting on the water was breathtaking. I couldn't wait to see the Caribbean blue of the water in the sunlight. "It's so beautiful here." I whispered.

"It is" He agreed. "But you, my love, outshine everything else."

I smiled. "Sweet talker."

Edward held my hand, and as I looked up at him, I realized I'd never been so happy in all my life.

He pulled me against him before his lips found mine. "Ah Bella" He sighed before nudging me toward the water. We walked in up to our waists. Edward tried to get me to go in further, but I resisted.

"No way," I shook my head. "Maybe in the daylight Edward."

When I can see what's coming after me

He smiled crookedly. "Why not?"

I looked at him incredulously. "Haven't you ever seen Jaws? I don't want to be some shark's midnight snack."

Edward laughed. "Bella, I'm pretty sure that shark killed more people during the daylight."

I shook my head. "Doesn't matter. That first scene, of the chick in the moonlight, scared the shit out of me."

He continued to laugh as he pulled me against him. What started as innocent touches, after a few minutes, grew more daring. I glanced back at the beach and realized that the only lights in sight were coming from our villa.

It was dark. We were alone. On a beautiful tropical island.

Why the hell not?

I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the beach, visions of From Here to Eternity flashing through my lust-addled brain.

I watch way too many old movies

What happened during the next half hour or so was definitely not what I'd been led to believe by that film. It started simply enough with groping through our swimsuits.

The strings to my top somehow miraculously untied themselves; at least that was Edward's story. A couple of minutes later, Edward's swimsuit, and my bottoms mysteriously landed on the sand.

I wasn't exactly sure how that happened.

Edward's hands and mouth worked me into a frenzy until I couldn't take any more. I needed him inside me, and I told him so.

We tried different positions; it took several tries to get comfortable. Edward on top made me feel as if someone was sandpapering my butt. Me on top was no better for him, and besides neither of us wanted to be seen with rug-burned, er sand-burned knees. In the end, we lay on our sides with my leg flung over Edward's hip as he drove into me.

Despite the awkward beginning, the experience was still amazing and I found that we were more vocal than ever before about what we wanted the other to do during. Edward was still the only one who managed to 'dirty talk' though. Once he discovered how I reacted to it, he said things that made me blush.

Literally.

Who blushes during sex?

Me, that's who.

Once we came down from our mutual highs and had our wits about us again, we gathered our things and headed back toward the house, it was then, while I was checking out my husband's perfect ass that I realized we were both covered from head to toe in sticky, wet sand.

There was even sand in my ear.

We sprayed off using the outside shower, but it just wasn't helping, so I left Edward as he continued to spray and went to our bathroom instead.

       -V&V—

"Cripes Edward" I called loudly from the shower. "Who was it that thought sex on the beach was a good idea? I've got sand in places I definitely should not."

I could hear him laughing outside the bathroom door. "Bella, I could come in and help you with that."

"Stay out there Mister. You've done enough damage." I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

"I didn't hear you complaining when we were on the beach." I heard his sexy voice from outside the shower then, just before he stuck his head inside. "In fact, I heard a lot of 'faster Edward, harder. Ohh Edward'." He sang in a poor impression of my voice while laughing at his own joke.

I batted a handful of water at his face playfully. "Jackass." I muttered.

He surprised me by stepping into the shower, naked of course, and still laughing.

I shook my head. "Oh no. Go right back where you came from Mister Movie Star. I'm not falling for your charms."

The hell I'm not

He continued to smile as he held his hands up in surrender. "Baby, I promise I'll give you time to recover. I won't try to have sex with you again until tomorrow."

That sounds like a terrible idea

Maybe I want him to ravish me again tonight

I narrowed my eyes before slapping the washcloth into his hand. True to his word, Edward spent the next ten minutes washing my body. He did leave the occasional kiss on a spot after he'd washed it, but didn't attempt to go further.

I was proud of myself for actually donning a pretty pink negligée to bed instead of sleeping in the buff as I'd done for the last two nights. However, I noted that it didn't keep Edward from undressing me with his eyes.

       -V&V—

He glared at me with those beautiful green eyes that pierced into my soul. The smirk on his face made me feel as if he knew what I looked like under my shift. I felt my cheeks begin to burn.

'Miss Swan, explain yourself,' he said as he continued to glare.

'I…uh…' I didn't know what to say.

'Do you think I went to the trouble of stealing you away from your father merely to allow one of my crew to have their way with you?' He walked until he was directly in front of me before grabbing onto my hair and pulling it, thereby forcing my head to tilt upward to face him.

'No one's had their way with me…Sir,' I stuttered out.

He sneered. 'How many times do I have to tell you, it's Captain, not Sir.'

'S…Sorry,' I stuttered again.

He studied my face and I saw something soften in his eyes. 'You really have no idea do you?'

'What?'

'Oh Miss Swan, I'm going to enjoy your company. Enjoy teaching you. Enjoy making you mine.' He then captured my lips with his, pressing hard against them. I knew I should have fought him, pushed him away, but I couldn't. The touch of his lips to mine made me want him. As he forced his tongue into my mouth, the burning desire he had set free began to spread throughout my body. Down my neck, my shoulders, my arms, to my breasts, making the peeks stand at attention under the thin material of my dress.

It was as if he sensed this because, immediately his hand was there massaging my breast and pinching the nipple. 'Oh Captain…' I moaned.

"Bella" He answered softly.

"Yes Captain. I'm yours."

I could hear Edward chuckling beside me, and I forced my eyes open. I blinked twice. "Uh, hi?" I gave him a puzzled expression. His eyes were staring intently down at me, but his hair was much shorter, and the beard was gone.

What the hell?

Realization finally dawned.

Just a dream

I looked at Edward again, he was smiling. "So who's this Captain anyway, and should I be jealous?"

I thought back to the dream I'd been having and giggled. "Actually" I said as I traced his jaw with my fingertip. "You were the Captain. You were some kind of pirate, and you'd stolen me from my father."

Edward looked genuinely amused. "Is that so?" He smiled and bit his lip.

"Yes" I blurted out a laugh and palmed my face. "It was a dream worthy of a romance novel."

We both laughed then.

Edward wasn't content until I'd imparted every detail of my dream. His eyes were shining with amusement as he took it all in. "Well that was some dream" He stated. "I think we may have to see what we can do to make it a reality." He said as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Whoa

His words went straight to my girly bits causing me to throb in anticipation. I reached my hand up and traced a line down his chest, and didn't stop until I'd reached his happy trail.

Edward halted my hand. "Baby, I promised I wouldn't touch you until tomorrow."

I turned to glance at the clock on the nightstand.

Three a.m.

"Well what do you know? It's tomorrow already." I announced with a smirk.

Edward glanced at the clock and mirrored my smirk. "Aye Miss Swan, so it is." He said in his best pirate voice, sending me into hysterics. "But ye see there's the matter of this, this garment in the way," Edward said the word with disgust as he bunched the fabric of my nightie into his hand.

"What do you suggest I do, Captain?"

His grin grew wider. "Well, if I had me sword, I'd cut it off ye, but seein as that's not possible…" I felt Edward's hand jerk the nightie and before I knew it, he'd thrown what was left of it through the air until it landed on the floor beside the bed.

"Edward! Your sister's going to hurt you for that," I said as I lay there in nothing but my panties.

"Ah, but don't ye see Miss Swan? We pirates like to live on the edge." He answered before ripping off my panties as well.

I couldn't help the squeal that escaped my mouth.

Edward stood up beside the bed, and in one fluid movement removed his sleep pants.

I stared at his prominent erection. "Oh my, Captain, you seem to have found your sword after all," I said with a giggle.

Edward gave me a cheeky smile. "Quite true Miss Swan," he said as he stroked his chin. "Prepare to be plundered me lovely."

I squealed again, loudly, just before he pounced.

       -V&V—

I shifted in my sleep. It was warm and comfortable. After opening my eyes and taking a moment to focus, I looked around. The bright morning sun was pouring through the windows. I smiled when I remembered last night.

Our roll in the sand…

Playing pirate in the middle of the night…..

I giggled and then looked to my right. My heart clenched a little in my chest when I saw the empty space beside me.

Where was Edward?

I threw on my robe and went in search of him.

I followed the sound of voices until I was just outside of the kitchen.

"Yes Candace, thank you. We will be here for lunch, but don't worry about dinner this evening. I plan to take Bella out."

"Very good Mr. Cullen," replied a female voice. I poked my head around the doorway so I could get a glimpse of the owner of that voice. I spied a medium height woman, impeccably dressed, with her hair done up in an elegant chignon. If I'd had to guess, I'd have said she appeared to be in her forties, and she was quite beautiful.

Gah, is everyone here this attractive?

"It's Edward, please Candace."

Candace smiled, "Very well Edward. I can see that you don't stand on formalities."

"Absolutely not. Bella less so than I," my husband said with a chuckle.

Self-conscious about what I as wearing, I slipped back to our room and took a quick shower. It sounded as if we were hanging around the house, so I put on a sundress and a pair of sandals.

"Good morning," I said in a quiet voice upon entering the kitchen where Edward was seated at the breakfast bar drinking a cup of coffee.

He and Candace both turned in my direction. Candace smiled warmly.

Edward's face lit up as he crossed the room and pulled me into his arms, leaving a kiss on top of my head. "Candace Gibbs, I'd like to introduce my wife Bella."

"Pleased to meet you Mrs. Cullen."

I smiled. "It's Bella."

"Of course," Candace returned my smile.

We chatted happily with Candace for a few minutes before she showed us to the breakfast table set up outside by the pool.

"What time is it?" I asked with a yawn as we dug into or eggs, bacon and fresh fruit.

"It's almost eleven my love."

"What?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Bella, it's still early back home. It will take a while to adjust to the time change. Aside from that, your sleep was interrupted last night," he said with a smug smile.

I giggled before looking nervously toward the house. "She's gone," Edward said, obviously reading my mind.

I looked at him in surprise.

"Candace. She left something for our lunch, and won't be back until tomorrow." He continued. "She took me at my word when I said that you and I wanted as much alone time as possible."

We spent the entire day on the beach or in the pool, coming inside only to eat the lunch Candace had left for us. It was one of the most relaxing days of my life.

     -V&V—

"You look exceptionally lovely this evening Mrs. Cullen," Edward remarked over dinner.

"Thank you Mr. Cullen, you don't look so bad yourself," I answered as I took a sip of my wine.

We were dining at a restaurant that was situated on a cliff overlooking the ocean. "I mean it Bella; you got a little color today. It suits you."

"Rather than the pale, washed out look I usually sport?" I asked jokingly.

"Hey, you're not pale and washed out. You're beautiful. Always."

"Hmm. I could easily become a sun worshipper." I admitted before looking out over the water. "This is some view Edward," I said. We'd arrived just in time to watch the sun set.

He nodded in agreement.

I reached and covered his hand with mine. "Thank you for choosing such a wonderful location for our honeymoon. I will never forget our time here."

He covered my hand with his other one. "I love it here too, but I have to be honest, if you weren't with me it would mean nothing," he smiled. "I've been to a lot of beautiful places, all over the world, but never truly appreciated them until now. You've opened my eyes," he said before lifting my hand and placing a light kiss on it.

I reached the same hand up to stroke the side of his face. "Then I'm glad we'll be able to enjoy them together."

"I'm counting on that," he said before leaning across the table and kissing me sweetly.

       -V&V—

"It's a good thing I'm not claustrophobic," I said with a smile as we rode on the ferry which would take us to the Atlantis Submarine. When Edward told me we'd be going on a submarine tour, my mind conjured up the image of a military vessel. I couldn't see the attraction, and quite frankly the thought of being submerged in a big hunk of grey metal had been a little off-putting.

Imagine my delight when we actually boarded, and I was greeted by a long open space with bench seating running down the center. The outside walls of the sub contained large circular windows, ensuring that every seat afforded a spectacular view.

"Oh Edward, this is wonderful." I exclaimed as the sub coasted along beside a coral reef. "So much better than a visit to the aquarium."

Today we were just tourists among the crowd, enjoying a day of fun and sun on the island. The submarine tour had, without a doubt been the highlight of the day. To be able to see up close the colorful and exotic marine life, had been an incredible experience. "Look at that" Edward said while pointing at a school of electric blue fish swimming our way.

"Wow," I whispered.

As we were leaving, our guide informed that they also offered a 'romantic' night tour, aimed more for adults. I gave Edward a hopeful look. He smiled before squeezing my hand, and I knew we'd be doing this again before leaving the island.

     -V&V—

Edward had his heart set on me enjoying various water sports while we were in Barbados. He found out fairly quickly that my lack of coordination on land, extended to some water activities as well.

I enjoyed snorkeling. He teased me about my fear of sharks, but I reminded him that if a shark was in the vicinity, then all the beautiful colorful schools of fish would be getting the hell out of Dodge.

At least that was the theory I'd invented in my head…

Of course I didn't tell him that my theory was based solely on everything I'd learned by watching Finding Nemo.

My windsurfing lesson was a total disaster. Well, I guess not total. It could have been worse. Maybe. It had looked so easy when the instructor climbed on his board and showed us how to pull up the sail.

Edward was successful on the first attempt. I was pretty sure he'd done it before. Try as I might, I couldn't pull up my sail, so I leaned back and pulled harder, throwing my entire body weight into it which resulted in me landing ass first in the water.

After doing this for three consecutive attempts, during which my husband sat on his own board, laughing his ass off; I may have given him the one-finger salute; I was finally able to get my sail upright. I stood frozen on the board holding on to it with all my might, afraid to move.

I'm just going to stand here until the lesson is over

Suddenly, a breeze came out of nowhere and caught my sail, which in turn sent me gliding along the surface of the water. I reacted like any other normal, rational adult. I screamed and let go of the sail, which in turn sent me tumbling, ass over tit, into the watery depths below.

I scrambled around until I found my footing and stood up sputtering and coughing just as Edward reached me and pulled me into his arms.

"Sweetheart, are you all right?" He asked in a worried tone.

Hmph. Not laughing now I see…

"I'm okay, but I refuse to mount that torture device one more time Edward."

He looked disappointed. "But Bella, you were doing so well. I'm sure if you try again you'll get the hang of it."

"No"

"Come on baby."

"No, no, no." I said as I shook my head for emphasis.

"For me?" He said before touching my lips with his.

"Stop being all sweet and sexy" I muttered. "It's not going to work."

"Are you sure?" He said with a grin before pushing my wet hair back and kissing just below my ear.

I sighed; about to give in, when I spied the contraption of death over Edward's left shoulder.

No fucking way am I getting back on that board

It was time to pull out all the stops.

I stepped back from him, still keeping my hands on his shoulders as I looked into his eyes, "Edward." I whispered with sincerity, "If you truly love me, you won't make me do this. Please." I said while mustering up the saddest, most pleading expression I could.

He frowned and swallowed hard. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't know it bothered you that much."

"Edward please don't apologize. It was fun to try it at least." I smiled.

It most definitely was not fun

He nodded. "Rick, I think we're done here," he called back over his shoulder to the instructor, never taking his eyes from my face.

       -V&V—

Upon our return to the villa, Candace had another delicious meal waiting for us. We were both so hungry that we didn't even change clothes before sitting down to eat. After we'd had our fill, we wandered out to the pool. I sat on the edge while trailing my legs through the water.

"Would you like a frozen margarita?" Edward asked.

I looked at him questioningly.

He grinned. "Candace prepared a pitcher before she left."

"Oh hell yes."

A short time later, we were still seated with our feet in the pool, but were feeling quite a bit more relaxed thanks to the alcohol.

"I don't think I ever want to leave," I admitted through my alcohol buzz. "It's perfect here. I feel like we're in our own little corner of the world where no one can bother us."

"Hmm." Edward seemed deep in thought as he looked across the pool toward the beach beyond. "Don't you miss your family yet?"

"You're kidding right?" I answered with a smirk. "Ask me that in about a week. Besides, you're my family now," I added softly, my smirk gone.

He nodded and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. "Well, we're here for a couple more weeks, hopefully it will pass slowly," he said before kissing the top of my head.

I downed the last of my drink.

"Would you like another?" He asked.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked with a smile.

Edward grinned widely. "Maybe," he answered before taking our glasses and heading inside the house. Knowing he would be back in a few minutes, I had to move quickly. I'd felt intensely guilty for cutting our lesson short today, and had formulated a plan in order to make it up to him.

I stood from the pool, feeling suddenly dizzy because of the drink, and started shedding my clothes as I walked toward the pool steps. I dropped my denim shorts where I stood, the shirt followed a few feet away, the bathing suit top after that, and the bathing suit bottoms I left conspicuously draped across the very edge of the pool, at the top of the steps.

Naked, I swam until I was out of site. That was easy to do in this pool considering it was of a unique design. The entire thing was constructed to resemble a lagoon. There was even a manmade island situated off center, containing several palm trees and a small bridge connecting it to the pool side closest to it.

I swam under the bridge and around the pool bar, deciding to hide on the far side of the small island. The pool lights were dim enough that I had no worry Edward would see me. I stood up in the water just enough so that I was able to see the house.

I held in my giggles as I watched my very confused husband, drinks in hand; follow my trail of clothing all the way to the pool steps.

As soon as he took a step into the pool I spoke, "Stop right there," he froze while his head shot up, his eyes peering through the dark in the direction of my voice. "No clothing allowed in the pool." I announced from my hiding place.

I saw Edward's surprised expression morph into a devilish smirk before he set the drinks down on the side of the pool and proceeded to strip off his clothing slowly, teasingly….

I had to slap my hand over my mouth to contain the squeak threatening to burst from my lips when he pulled his t-shirt from his body, twirled it over his head, and released it flying through the air in the direction of my clothes.

I really need stripper music to properly appreciate this…

He toyed with the waistband to his board shorts, faking as if he would yank them down quickly and smirked at my sharp intake of breath.

Can he hear me?

He then slowly inched them down until every inch of his happy trail was on display. I felt my face begin to flame.

Did it suddenly get really hot out here?

Edward turned his back to me before bending and pulling them the rest of the way off, and tossing them aside to join our other clothing. I was treated to a view of his naked posterior while he made a display of glancing over his shoulder in my direction. "Do I pass inspection enough to enter the pool now Mrs. Cullen?"

That would be a 'Fuck yes'

"Only if you're 'up' to a little fun Mr. Cullen."

"I'm up for anything that you may have in mind my beautiful wife." He turned to face me then, revealing the truth in his statement.

Fuck me…

This time I wasn't able to contain the squeak. He grabbed the drinks and waded across the pool in my direction. I stepped out from my hiding place. After setting the drinks on the pool bar, he pulled me against him, grasping my ass cheeks in both hands.

"You are full of surprises my love."

"And your hands are cold," I laughed as I tried to wiggle free from his grasp.

"Oh no," he said as his cold hands grasped my ass even tighter. "This is your punishment for being such a tease," he chuckled.

In response, I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. "I suppose I deserve it."

"Yes, you do," he answered with a crooked smile. Without releasing me, he turned toward the bar and sat me down on one of the stools. The water lapped around us, as I dropped my legs, but kept my arms wrapped around his neck.

Edward sighed and kissed my lips. "You are so soft," he whispered as his fingers ghosted against the skin of my back, my sides, down my thighs. I, in turn, let my hands explore the contours of his back, his hips, his shoulders, and his chest.

Our movements were slow, exaggerated, unlike some of our bouts of lovemaking, there was no frantic edge, we both wanted to take our time.

We'd been married almost a week, although in some ways it had felt as if we'd been together forever. His eyes never left mine as his hands travelled up my sides again, lingering at the sides of my breasts.

I opened my legs wide, inviting him closer. Edward stepped between them until I could feel his hard length against my folds. He met my lips with a searing kiss. I closed my eyes and melted into it; our lips and tongues dancing, sliding, moving together, no one fighting for dominance.

Edward broke away from the kiss and grazed his lips across my cheek until they were against my ear. "Can you feel that Bella?" He breathed. "Can you feel how much I love you? You are everything to me. Sometimes, I'm overwhelmed by it all," he drew in a shuddering breath as his fingertips continued to ghost across my sides and hips. "I went from being a man who needed no one, aside from my family, to the man you see before you. I hang on your every breath, your every heartbeat. If I were to ever lose you, I know wouldn't survive it."

I gasped at his intensity, and pulled back to look into his eyes while grasping the sides of his face between my hands. "Edward, I don't want you to think about that any more. My 'close calls' were just that. I'm not naïve enough to believe that we're immune from sorrow or tragedy forever, but living through those experiences, and finding you have taught me that every day is a gift. Our 'happily ever after' began almost a week ago…let's live it." I pulled his lips back to mine, and our passion which but a few moments before had been a slow burn of intensity, ignited into a full blown inferno of love and lust.

Edward broke our kiss, moving immediately down to my nipples where he drew each, in turn, into his mouth, using his tongue and teeth and fingers to make me squirm. I responded by opening my legs wider. The movement caused Edward's erection to press directly against my clit.

Holy fuck…

As my desire for him spiked, I began to rub against his length. Up, down, up, down, hoping he could feel how ready I was for him. Without warning, Edward pulled back, grasped my legs spreading them wider while at the same time pulling me forward until my ass was practically hanging off of the stool. He hesitated for a single second before driving into me with one sharp, powerful thrust.

I groaned loudly in his ear as I clung to him.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good," he managed to pant into my ear before he began to drive into me in earnest. In and out, over and over, again and again...

I was lost in a haze of sensation. Edward and I were the only two people on earth, and nothing else existed outside of that moment.

He looked down at our connection. "You have no idea what it does to me to see that. Look at us baby," he urged.

My eyes drifted down to where he was thrusting in and out of me. "It's beautiful Bella," He managed to croak out. "Watching my cock move in and out of your tight warm pussy…"

I leaned forward and traced his lips with my tongue before looking down again, fascinated by the sight of him claiming me over and over.

"You. Are. Mine." He grunted out with each new thrust.

It was too much. Being able to see and feel what he was doing to me, coupled with his words, all of it served to overwhelm my body and my mind. I began to feel myself come apart in Edward's arms. I was shaking, and clenching and convulsing around his hard cock as he continued to thrust.

I climaxed as Edward cried out my name and I felt the now familiar warmth fill me. We collapsed against each other, panting and clutching until the world around us began to come back into focus.

"Jesus," Edward said with a sigh.

He slowly eased out of me and sat back on the nearest stool, pulling me with him until I was seated on his lap. "That was amazing," he breathed into my neck before leaving a small kiss there.

I wrapped my arms around his neck again. "I love you so much." I whispered.

"Me too sweetheart," he breathed before kissing me sweetly.

We sat there for a while longer, relaxed, quietly sipping our no longer frozen drinks, as the water lapped around our naked bodies.

At that moment, life was perfect.

*****A/N*****
Note:  Song rec: 'Down to the Waterline' by Dire Straits

A tiny bit of housekeeping. I should have explained in the last chapter that Bella had 2 bouquets. The first she carried to the ceremony and left on her mother's grave. The second was smaller, and was the one she tossed at the reception. A lot of brides opt for two; it's usually in order to keep the first one as a memento.

Also, to read the full 'shower scene' mentioned at the end of the last chapter, you must go to 'Love Rescue Me', Chapter 74 entitled 'A Love Worth Waiting For'. (Edward's POV of the wedding and wedding night)

Photos of the Honeymoon villa can be seen on the V&V Facebook page under 'Honeymoon' photo album, and on the V&V Photo Blog. 

I am writing for one charitable cause: Fandom for Texas Wildfire Relief. My contribution is a Future-Take for Virgins and Villains. It contains spoilers and I guarantee you will love it. The chapter is entitled: Oscars & The Lucky Man. It actually takes place in what will eventually be the (as yet untitled) sequel to V&V. I hope you will consider contributing. As little as $5.00 will get you a compilation of works by a lot of great writers (to be released shortly after 1 Nov).

The website gives more details, and also contains a teaser for the V&V chapter: http://texasfires.ysar.info/
Teaser can also be found on the V&V Facebook page under Notes. Don't let the teaser fool you…I'm very much an HEA kind of girl.

I did the sub tour…it was awesome. Here's a link to a video which gives you a taste of it. Atlantis Submarines http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYIuGLuqiVc
Until next time….maybe another V&V before more LRM? Probably. 

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