I was lying on my bed reading, thinking about how much I wanted Edward to fuck me. He hadn't been over in too long, and my nerves were beginning to feel tortured. I wanted him. I NEEDED him. Then I made my decision. I pulled on my coat and shoes, got in my truck and drove over to Edward's house. I knocked and he opened the door, beckoning me in, a mischievous smile on his face. He locked it and we went up the stairs to his bedroom. Once in there, I really looked at him, and what I saw made me gasp. Edward had on a sexy black button-down shirt that showed off his six-pack and a pair of tight black jeans that already had a tent from his erection. That was sight enough it made me wet my pants in a burst, warmth running down my legs. I noticed Edward look at me, and then his mouth dropped open and his erection strained against his jeans. I was wearing a see-through lacy white strapless top that made my breasts look huge, and underneath it a sexy red lace bra that provided almost no coverage. He then proceeded to wet his pants as well. I couldn't wait anymore. The fun began NOW. I didn't want to make love. I wanted to FUCK him. I wanted to fuck him senseless and make him scream my name. I barely touched my lips to his, mouth open, and exhaled into his mouth. He had other ideas, however. He crashed his lips against mine, our tongues dancing and writhing in a struggle for control. We broke apart momentarily and I began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. Finally I ripped the damn thing off, and ran my hands down his stone abs, making him shiver. His tight jeans (they were so fucking sexy) looked uncomfortable over his erection, but I decided not to free him just yet. Then Edward slowly and sensually pulled off my top, unclasped my bra and discarded both. I shuddered as he began to suck and bite my nipples, making them stand stiff and hard. My panties were growing decidedly wet and suddenly, I couldn't wait any longer. I ripped off Edward's jeans and threw them out the window, then followed suit with his boxers. He pulled off my skirt and dripping panties, throwing them aside. I leaped onto the bed and pulled him after me, then jumped on top of him in a mad tackle. I crushed my lips against his, my tongue feeling every inch of his warm mouth, tangling my fingers in his hair. Then we broke apart, gasping for air, and I took the opportunity to take his cock in my mouth. He moaned as I moved back and forth, sucking, licking and biting. I took my mouth off, only to have him part my folds and stick his tongue into my hot, wet core, making me moan. He took out his tongue and replaced it with his fingers, and I was on the edge. We wasted no more time, him taking his fingers out and entering me with his hard cock. Oh, fuck, did his hard thrusts feel good. He continued to make me moan and groan, thrusting in and pulling out, and me riding him. Edward screamed my name at the same time I screamed his, both of us riding out our climaxes together. We sat there a moment, panting. Then I finally spoke. "Fuck, Edward, that was the greatest sex EVER."
"Indeed." He replied. And that was all that needed to be said.