I continued my discovery of Edward’s body, running my hands tentatively down his chest, expecting to have to remove his shirt with fumbling fingers, only to find that there was no such hindrance. He’d removed his shirt already. Made me wonder if he’d spared me the awkward chore of taking the rest of his clothes off. As much as I wanted to dip my hands lower seeking that answer, I fought off the desire. I traced the lines of his sculpted chest. My lips followed the trail of my hesitant fingers. I flicked my tongue quickly over his nipple causing him to groan and reach a trembling arm around my waist to steady himself. My face flushed redder, embarrassment overwhelming me. I pushed it aside; this was my husband after all. All I had to do was get through it once and it would be significantly easier the next time, I kept chanting to myself.

His abs were rock hard and I reveled in the outlines of each muscle. I was a scant few centimeters from finding out if there was any clothing barring the way to his flawless body. My breath caught as I steeled myself to go farther. I prolonged the moment by kissing and licking every inch of his flat stomach. His hands tightened around me, his breathing irregular as he sighed my name, “Bella, please.”

His words were nearly my undoing. He’d said nothing sexual, not really, and yet it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

I knelt in front of him. If he was nude then it must have been quite the sight. His blindfolded lover fully clothed in the black leather A-line skirt with navy camisole kneeling before his naked form. Hell, the thought was enough for me; I could only imagine what the true vision was like.

My hand finally breached the line that separated his waist and groin only to discover, much to my delight, he hadn’t a stitch on. I did what I'd been fantasizing about for years – I softly caressed the hard length of him for the first time, so hesitantly. He growled low in his throat and pushed forward slightly. “Bella,” he breathed as his hand wound itself tighter into my hair. My pulse raced as I wrapped my hands around him and stroked him firmly while my lips feathered kisses down his hips slowly inching their way to his swollen manhood.