This's a short drabble fic inspired by one of my favourite albums. Shoutout to Jhene.

"I love you." He stopped trailing kisses down my stomach and looked at the wet trail he had created, from its' bottom to the top until he finally found my eyes.

"I love you," he said back. His eyes didn't leave mine. We could have been lying like that forever, but it wouldn't have made a difference because I would have been happy to spend perpetuity with him.

"God, Bella, I love you," his voice contained so much passion, it made me hurt, "so much," he whispered into the crook of my neck and began another trail of kisses down my body.

His lips ghosted over every single visible vein on my neck and chest against my pale skin. When his mouth found my breast, he removed his hands and hips from my body and paid special attention to its' existence.

His tongue lapsed over my bud, creating the only contact between our two bodies. It did things to me – he did things to me. With one more whisk of his tongue, I came undone.

And even though we were still only clad in jeans, both completely shirtless and completely bare, I knew he felt the rush between my legs. Because our love ran so deep, not even thick denim could have stopped him from feeling the trickle we produced.

His mouth moved to my other breast, never leaving my skin, he kissed the center in between both of my tits and continued right until he felt the skin covered, tissue filled mountain on my body.

Instead of taking his time like he previously had, he plunged in fast and hard, taking as much as he could fit in his mouth. His hot saliva dripped onto my breast and turned me even more on, if it was even possible.

I needed to touch him – so I did. My hands found themselves on his back, kneading and caressing and touching with my palms, but digging with my nails into his skin and slowly trawled all across. His moans were heavenly. And his grinds even more so.

My legs were spread open, welcoming to him, and his hips were now on my mine, moving without breaking contact, intent on never leaving.

God forbid.

"Edward," I breathed and he came up to kiss me, so I kissed him back with everything I had. "Please, please, please…" I whispered against his lips, begging for clothes to be discarded and openness to be filled.

"Fuck, Bella – "

"Yes."

"Are you sure?" He asked, knowing that there was no going back once we began. But his eyes and body begged for it the way my soul and body, too, did.

"I love you, Edward." And my words gave him all of the certainty in the room.

That night, he made me come alive; giving me something no other person ever had. That night, I gave him something he never had had before: fucking with love, while being in love, with someone he loved.