DISCLAIMER: The World of Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This dirty mind, however, belongs entirely to me.
I dedicate this to my Edward – I wonder how many of us have one of those?
I can feel the warmth from his body as I stand alone. I inhale softly, taking in the scent that is him, all male. My eyes drift to his exposed neck and I want to pull him close. To suck and lick and kiss; to put my lips upon his skin and taste...
I feel the need to pull him close, to see him unencumbered by clothes, to kiss along his shoulders and gently spread my fingers across his back; to stroke and kiss the freckled skin. To feel him shiver before me in anticipation and to work my way slowly, as he turns his head to watch me, finally meeting me with his lips, gentle at first, drawing my lower lip between his, hesitant and breathy.
His arms around me pull me close to him and his breathing becomes shallow as he joins me in this storm of electricity. My head swims and I feel the slow burn spread through me – I can't get close enough. I want to be inside him; to align every fibre of my being with his.
His kisses are insistent, but gentle, and I open my mouth to him, sucking in sweet breath. He opens his eyes as he kisses me, intense grey and burning fire. He is always the gentleman, gently seeking approval before he starts to search my mouth with his tongue and I join him in this heated tango, mashing together, tasting, feeling.
He is glorious.
I am lost in his eyes and his touch. I can feel my legs grow weak, the blood is rushing elsewhere. I don't want this moment to ever end as his fingers stroke my back. I am on fire.