He stuck his hand out, hesitant, and traced around my lips with his index finger. I looked at him, dazed. When ever he touched me I'd get this surge all throughout my body, telling me that I wanted, no needed, more.
"Edward...." I moaned. He was now tracing his tounge up and down my collar bone, little kisses inbetween. He pulled away and I stared at him, confused. He stared back and I could then see the passion written all over his face. He wanted to go further, but needed my permission. I kissed him in reassurance.
He kissed back. My heart was beating so fast I barely noticed being layed down on my bed, or his hand sliding under my shirt, over my belly, and up to my breast. He paused for a moment, and looked at me again.
"Edward.. don't s.." He muffled my sentence with a kiss so passionate, I almost passed out. If he kept doing this, I wouldn't even be able to remember this night, this remarkable night, with the only man I've ever, and will ever, love. I felt a slight chill, that I didn't before, and I realized my shirt, and bra were off. I gasped as he nibbled at my nipple. This was all happening so fast, I had to make him stop, so I could calm myself. He obviously felt the tension in my body, because he stopped immediately, and layed his head against my neck, and took a big deep breath.