A/N: Edited 4/29/13
"So, tell me everything!" Alice shrieked before I even had the door to my apartment unlocked.
"Give me a second to get inside and put the groceries away, will ya?" She had been waiting outside of my door even though I wasn't late getting home.
It had only been thirty-five minutes since I left Edward's apartment, yet I had already pinched myself five or six times to make sure that the last sixteen hours really weren't a dream. I stopped at the little grocery store that was between Edward's and my apartment to pick up a few things for dinner tonight. I knew I had the ingredients for lasagna at home, so I got a fresh loaf of bread and salad to go with it, along with some fruit for dessert.
Alice's tiny body was vibrating with excitement as I unloaded the groceries and I could see that she wasn't going to wait much longer. I held my hand up to stop her from jumping all over me. "Ok, let's sit down so I can tell you about my night … and morning," I said with a goofy grin that I couldn't hide.
We took a seat on the couch and I proceeded to tell her about going to the hibachi restaurant, meeting Edward and feeling the electricity between us, going to the Italian place, the connection we both felt, and going back to his apartment. I was thankful that Alice didn't interrupt me too much. I could tell it was taking a lot out of her to hold back to a few minor shrieks while I spoke.
She finally broke down after I told her about our first kiss. "You slept with him, didn't you? Oh my god, Bella, I'm so happy for you! I have to meet him … when can I meet him? I can't believe you lost your virginity last night!"
"Slow down, Alice!" I love her like a sister, but she can be a bit overwhelming sometimes. "Yes, I slept with him … twice." I felt the heat rising in my cheeks at the admission.
"How did you feel? Was it good? What am I saying, of course it was good if you did it twice!"
I had to cut her off there. I really didn't want to get into the details, but I knew I had to give her something. "If you'd let me talk …" I shot her a disapproving look.
"Sorry, my lips are sealed. Go ahead."
"Ok, so, really it was just wonderful. He was wonderful. I mean, not that I have much to compare it to, but even just holding his hand made me feel connected to him. There was something drawing me to him from the moment I saw him. We just clicked, you know? I was kind of afraid that afterward that would be the end of it, and I was prepared for that, but I thought my heart was going to burst when he asked me to stay. And then this morning … god … waking up in his arms, it just felt so right. Nothing has ever felt like that before."
"I knew something great was waiting for you last night," Alice said with authority. It's not that I doubted her. Well, maybe I did doubt her, because going out alone didn't really seem like the way to find something wonderful. And I guess I still somewhat doubted her because maybe Edward didn't feel as strongly as I did. Things don't usually happen so quickly. Only time would tell. But even if this didn't last, although I was hoping it would, at least I would have experienced something wonderful in my life for once.
Alice and I chatted for a little while longer before I realized that I needed to start working on the lasagna and get ready for my evening. We turned on the stereo and she helped me get everything together. We laughed and joked, and she told me about her night with Jasper. He hadn't realized it was my birthday when he bought tickets to take her to a show, but it seemed like everything worked out the way it was supposed to last night.
I took a shower while Alice lounged around my apartment. She said she wanted to do my hair—Alice loved playing Bella Barbie—but I'm pretty sure she wanted to hang out as long as she could so she could meet Edward. She blew my hair out straight, and then put loose curls in the sides with small clips to keep it out of my face. She tore through my closet and found a fitted mauve blouse with three quarter sleeves to pair with my dark blue jeans. Looking in the mirror, I had to admit that Alice knew what she was doing.
She wanted to add some makeup, but I insisted on not wearing any. I really wanted to be myself for Edward, and Alice reluctantly agreed.
Once the primping was complete, Alice stayed to help me get everything ready. We turned the music up and danced and laughed our way through the kitchen; Alice setting the table while I put the lasagna in the oven and prepped the salad. We were having such a good time that I almost forgot to be nervous about inviting a man to my apartment for a date.
And then there was a knock at the door. We both jumped a bit and then laughed some more. I had planned on kicking Alice out with some time to spare before Edward arrived, but he was early so I guess she would get her wish to meet him after all.
I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks as I looked at Alice and headed for the door. I opened it to a most welcome sight. Edward was breathtaking in a gray dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. Who knew forearms could be so sexy? His low hanging jeans were incredibly inviting. His hair was its usual disarray of bronze and copper, as if he couldn't stop running his fingers through it. I landed on his blazing green eyes, which smiled along with the rest of his face.
"I'm sorry, I'm a bit early." Edward's voice assaulted my entire being and I discreetly rubbed my thighs together before I was able to respond.
"I'm glad you're here. Come on in." I opened the door wider to let Edward enter. As I stepped back, he stepped forward and gently kissed me. My smile grew even more as he pulled his lips away.
"Wow, you look beautiful. These are for you," he said as he gestured to the flowers I hadn't even noticed in his hand before. "And, I brought a bottle of wine for dinner."
He hadn't even made it all the way in the door and I was swooning all over again. Flowers, wine and a hello kiss were enough to turn my insides to mush.
"Wow, they're beautiful. Thank you." I took the flowers and turned to find a vase, when I caught Alice's eye and realized I had some introductions to make. The gleam in her eyes told me that Edward already had her approval.
"Um, Edward, this is my best friend, Alice. Alice … Edward." Alice didn't waste any time rushing over to hug Edward and tell him how nice it was to meet him. They exchanged pleasantries while I moved into the kitchen to put the flowers in water. That was when I realized that I had had sex with this man twice, slept in his bed, and yet I didn't even know his last name. We'd have to rectify that tonight. Regardless of this insane attraction I felt for him, I needed to know more about him.
Edward chuckled at Alice's greeting. I guess he was somewhat prepared by what I had already told him about her.
"Well, I should be going," Alice started, but Edward interrupted her.
"Please don't leave on my account. I'm early anyway, and it would be nice to get to know Bella's best friend."
"Actually, I didn't realize how late it was. I have to go get ready to meet my boyfriend anyway. I'll call you tomorrow, Bella," she sang as she picked her purse up from behind Edward. She mouthed Wow! to me before adding, "It was nice to meet you Edward. Hopefully I'll see you again soon."
"You, too, Alice."
With that, she was off. I had no idea if she really had plans with Jasper tonight, but I was glad for the privacy.
"Dinner won't be ready for a little while, but I can open the wine now if you want."
"I'll open it," Edward offered. I handed him a cork screw and reached into the cabinet for two wine glasses. Edward expertly opened the bottle and then poured some for each of us.
"Do you want to sit?" I asked, gesturing to the couch. Being a studio apartment, there weren't many seating choices. I had a worn, grey couch facing the TV with a small black coffee table in between. My desk and chair were in the corner of the living area, and there was a small kitchen table situated between the kitchen and living area. My bed was in an alcove off the living area. I never really had much company besides Alice, and Jasper on occasion, but tonight I felt oddly exposed having my bedroom visible from the sitting area.
Edward nodded and took a seat on the couch. "Big Head Todd & The Monsters?" he commented, referring to the music that was still playing too loudly.
I quickly got up and turned the stereo down so we'd be able to talk. "Yeah, Alice and I were listening while I was working on dinner."
"Well, you both have great taste in music then," Edward said with a smile. I was still amazed at how much Edward and I had in common. But that just reminded me of how much I still didn't know about him.
"Edward," I started hesitantly, "what's your last name?"
Edward laughed at that. "We still have a lot to learn about each other, don't we? My last name is Cullen. My middle name is Anthony, by the way. And you?"
"My full name is Isabella Marie Swan."
"Isabella … that's lovely. It fits you." I blushed under his compliment and his hand lightly stroked my reddened cheek.
After that, I asked when his birthday is, since he already knew mine. Edward told me that he had turned twenty-six on June twentieth. We continued talking about family, friends, education, and anything else we came up with. I was finding myself more and more comfortable with Edward as time went on. We had migrated closer to each other on the couch until I was relaxed against his side and Edward's arm was around my shoulders, twirling a lock of my hair in his fingers. It felt heavenly.
The oven timer went off after about forty-five minutes so I got up to take the lasagna out. "This needs to cool for a few minutes before I cut it, but we can start with salad if you're hungry." I popped the garlic bread into the oven.
"Wow, that smells great," Edward commented. "What can I help with?"
"Just come sit," I told him as I pulled the salad out of the refrigerator along with the jar of homemade salad dressing. Alice had set the table so everything else was ready.
Edward moved over to the table and brought both of our wine glasses with him. He refilled our drinks and took a seat. "Allow me," he said as he took the salad tongs and started serving me before filling his bowl.
"Thanks." He really had impeccable manners. I poured some dressing over my salad and then handed the jar to Edward.
"Did you make the dressing, too?" I smiled and nodded. "You really like to cook, huh?"
"I do," I said as we both started in on our salads. "My mom was never much of a cook, so I learned young just so I would have something decent to eat. She would have lived on frozen food and take-out if I didn't start cooking for us.
"Then, when I moved in with my dad, well he had been a bachelor for longer than he'd been married, so I took over the cooking in his house also. I always enjoyed cooking and experimenting in the kitchen. It's nice to have someone to cook for, though."
Edward smiled and I thought I saw just a hint of pink tinge his cheeks. "Well, this homemade salad dressing is great. I can't wait to try the lasagna. Are you finished with your salad?" I nodded and Edward picked up both of our bowls and took them to the sink. I moved the lasagna to the table and then got the garlic bread out of the oven, placing a piece on each of our plates.
Edward didn't waste any time picking out a spatula from the counter and taking one of the oven mitts from me. He cut and served the lasagna for both of us. He seemed just as much at home in my kitchen as I had felt in his.
When we both were seated again, Edward picked up his wine glass and toasted, "To new friends and wonderful dinners."
I tried to keep the outward smile on my face, but inside my heart fell to my feet at Edward's use of the word "friends." After everything that had happened last night, our discussion about having a connection, I thought for sure we were more than that. He had wanted to spend so much time with me and was so anxious to see me again tonight. But maybe he really wasn't looking for more than friendship. He had just arrived in Seattle, so maybe he really just needed someone to spend some time with.
Either way, I put on a smile for him. "Cheers," I said, and then tapped my glass against his. We both took a sip of our wine before digging into the lasagna.
Once again, I found myself watching Edward as he ate. The way his mouth moved over the fork reminded me of all the wonderful things that mouth had done to my body just last night and this morning. I watched his jaw clench as he chewed and I had to suppress the urge to lick and kiss it. I crossed my legs under the table as wetness started to pool between them, and forced myself to take a bite of my own food.
"Wow, Bella … this is phenomenal," Edward commented after he finished his first bite.
"Thanks. This is actually my grandmother's recipe. My mom might not have gotten the cooking gene from her, but my grandmother really knew what she was doing. How about you? You said you like to cook. Where did that come from?"
"My mom, mostly. She was always cooking something, and as a kid I always liked to help her. Emmett was always too busy with sports to bother to help." He dipped his bread in the sauce on his plate and took a bite before continuing. "I guess once I was living on my own and having to cook for myself, it all just came back to me. I think I was sort of programmed for cooking to be a relaxing event since I spent all that time enjoying it with my mom."
"Are you close with your mom?"
"Yeah. I mean, my whole family is pretty close, but I guess I would say that I'm closest to my mom. She and I are a lot alike. And although I know she hated the idea of me moving away, she was really supportive." He took a sip of his wine. "Of course, she convinced me to leave stuff at my old apartment, I think because she wants me to always feel like I can come back," he added with a smirk.
"That's nice that you're so close with your family."
"What about you? I know you said you don't see your dad that often, but are you close to your parents?"
I had to think about that for a minute. I guess I was kind of close to my mom, when we talked. "My dad is a man of few words, and although I know he's always there for me, we just don't talk that often. My mom is a bit scatterbrained, but we do have a good relationship. It's not like we have weekly phone calls or anything, but I know I can call her whenever I need to." Then I laughed, remembering some of my recent conversations with Renee. "Of course, that doesn't mean that she gives good advice or anything! Sometimes I think I call her to find out what not to do."
That made Edward laugh, and his eyes lit up. The sound was music to my ears. He really was beautiful, and his genuine laugh set the butterflies in my stomach back into motion.
We finished eating dinner with more enjoyable conversation, while I continued to try to put the "friends" comment out of my mind. Edward told me about growing up in Chicago and the harsh winters, and I told him about the Phoenix sun and rainy Forks. When we both had our fill of lasagna and garlic bread, Edward took both plates over to the sink and started washing them while I wrapped up the rest of the lasagna and offered him some leftovers to take home. Once again, we cleaned up the kitchen together effortlessly. Everything felt so comfortable and relaxed with this man that I had only known for about twenty-four hours. Shy, nervous Bella seemed to disappear in Edward's company, replaced by tranquil, sociable Bella. I liked this new Bella.
Edward emptied the wine bottle into our glasses and we moved back to the couch. Still unsure of what was going on between us, I made it a point to sit a bit further from Edward than I had before. Although my personality had relaxed somewhat, I still wasn't outgoing enough to start making moves. Edward seemed to notice the distance and maybe even my nervousness. He scooted closer to me and turned to face me, getting comfortable on the couch.
My heart was beating a mile a minute just looking at this beautiful creature. I noticed his long fingers wrapped around his wine glass, and remembered how wonderful it felt to have them wrapped around my own hand, soft and warm, fitting perfectly together like they were made to hold each other. I looked into his eyes, which looked even brighter green tonight being offset by the grey of his shirt.
Edward took both of our wine glasses and placed them on the coffee table. When he turned back to me, there was a softness in his eyes. He took both of my hands in his and pulled me closer to him, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and bringing his other hand to my cheek when our faces were only inches apart. His touch was tender and his eyes turned intense.
"I'd really like to kiss you now, if that's ok," he stated nervously. I could only nod under the intensity of his gaze, afraid that my voice would fail me. Edward placed his lips against mine, lightly at first but with increasing pressure until I felt his tongue sneak out. I gladly greeted his tongue with my own and moaned softly at the contact. My hands instinctively found their home in the back of his hair as our kiss continued. The pace of the butterflies in my stomach picked up, as did my desire as evidenced by the heat building between my legs. It was amazing what one touch from this man could do to my entire body.
When we were both left breathless, his lips left mine and travelled down across my jaw and below my ear, leaving my skin hot and wet in his wake. "Bella," he whispered next to my ear. I only hummed in response. "Would you want to be my girlfriend?"
My breath hitched at his whispered question. He must have noticed because he pulled back to meet my eyes with a concerned look. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this …" he babbled. "I know we haven't known each other for very long, but you're all I can think about already and I didn't know what you were thinking about last night or where we go from here. And, really I just want to keep getting to know you and keep spending time with you …"
I silenced him with two fingers over his lips.
"You had me at 'girlfriend.'"
Huge smiles spread across both of our faces as we met once more for a deep kiss.
After a few minutes of heavenly kisses from my boyfriend, we reluctantly broke apart and I cuddled into his side on the couch. Truly, just being in his embrace was comforting and enjoyable.
Edward leaned forward and retrieved both of our forgotten wine glasses, handing mine to me. "I think another toast is in order, considering my earlier toast didn't reflect my true feelings."
My heart jumped back into my throat at his words, knowing he was as concerned about using the term "friends" as I was. "What shall we drink to, then?" I asked.
Edward seemed to contemplate for a moment before beginning. "How about, 'to chance encounters and new relationships'?"
"I like that," I replied. I raised my glass and repeated, "To chance encounters and new relationships." We tapped our glasses together and sipped our wine with our eyes locked on each other.
We spent the next hour or so with Edward peppering me with questions about Seattle; what sights to see, where to go, what to do. Although I didn't know much about the nightlife, I was able to tell Edward about some of the parks with hiking trails and great scenery. We decided that we would hike together next Saturday and try out one of the trails I had mentioned.
Edward also asked if he could take me on a "proper date" sometime soon. We discussed work schedules and realized that neither of us was particularly bound to a nine to five schedule. As long as the work got done, we were free to work on it at any time of day, aside from prescheduled meetings. It was this reason, and the fact that we both seemed overly anxious for our first real date, that we decided on Tuesday night. I also mentioned maybe getting together with Alice and Jasper. Edward eagerly agreed to that, saying it would be nice to get to know Alice better as well as making a male friend in the area. I told him I would set it up with them.
Edward glanced at the clock and looked sheepishly at me. "I don't want to be presumptuous, so whenever you need me to leave, just let me know. I'm sure you have things to do tomorrow."
"I'd love it if you could stay," I said, looking down at my now empty hands in my lap, "but I understand if you can't."
I felt Edward's fingers under my chin, gently lifting my face to his. I knew I was in full blush, as even my chest felt hot. "I want you to be able to tell me what you're thinking or feeling," he said looking straight into my eyes. "Sometimes I wish I could read your mind because I have no idea what's going on in that head of yours. This is new for both of us and we'll need to figure it out together."
I nodded at him and he continued, "I'll tell you what I'm thinking right now. I'd like to stay the night with you, even if it's just to hold you in my arms and wake up with you next to me again. Having you wrapped around me this morning was the best thing I've felt in a long time.
"I won't lie and say that I don't want you, but I know we moved fast and it's ok if you're not ready for that again." With a crooked grin and a nod, he added, "Your turn."
My heart fluttered in my chest right along with the butterflies in my stomach. I could not believe that he wanted to stay, even if I said that I just wanted him to hold me all night. Of course, I wanted to wake up with his arms around me again, but I also wanted to experience the insane connection of our bodies joining together. Once again, the understanding that he was willing to put my needs in front of his own made me all the more attracted to him.
"I'd definitely like you to stay," I blurted out. Shyly, I added, "And I'd really like to be with you, too." My head dipped down a bit and I let my hair cover the side of my face. I knew he wanted me to speak my feelings, but that didn't mean it wouldn't still embarrass me.
Edward reached his hand out and gently pushed my hair behind my ear. When I looked up, my breath caught in my throat at the intense look in his eyes. His grin got wider as he leaned over and kissed me. "That's all I needed to know," he said, with our foreheads touching and his lips only inches from mine.
The feel of his soft lips, his hand on the side of my face, and his warm breath were overcoming my senses. I was dizzy with emotion. I blinked a few times to clear my head and suddenly remembered dessert.
"I forgot about dessert!" I blurted out. Edward laughed at my sudden change of topic. "Um, it's just strawberries and cream. With Alice here today, I didn't have time to bake anything."
"That sounds delicious," Edward said with a gleam in his eyes.
I extricated myself from his embrace and went to the kitchen to get the bowl of strawberries and whipped cream, and brought them over to the coffee table. I was about to go back for some plates and utensils, when Edward grabbed my hand and pulled me back down to the couch, on his lap. He picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the cream, and brought it to my lips.
My heart was fluttering again as I realized that he wanted to feed them to me. As if he needed to seduce me! Nonetheless, I opened my mouth and stared in his eyes as he moved the plump fruit closer. I took a bite of the sweet strawberry and closed my eyes at the taste of it. I could feel a bit of juice drip down the side of my mouth, but before I could even consider getting a napkin, I felt Edward's tongue lick off the excess.
"Delicious," he mumbled as I moaned at the contact. I was pretty sure I was going to need to change my panties very soon, or just take them off. Yeah, just take them off. Or have Edward tear them off. That would work, too.
Edward fed the rest of the strawberry to me and I reached for one to feed him. I dipped it far into the cream, getting some on my fingertips in the process. I brought it to Edward's mouth and he wasted no time wrapping his lips around it to take a bite. I felt his tongue snake out again and some suction on my fingers as he licked the cream off of me in the process.
I was a puddle of goo in his arms, and had to shift myself in his lap to relieve the throbbing between my legs. As I shifted, I realized that I wasn't the only one with a problem between my legs. I shifted again so I was straddling him as I fed him the rest of the strawberry. I may have also grinded myself into him a bit in the process.
Edward reached behind me toward the bowls on the table. I was more than ready for another strawberry, but was surprised when he came back with only a dollop of whipped cream on his finger. Not that I minded licking that off of him … except he had other ideas. His finger traced a path from the side of my neck, over my collar bone and into the V of my shirt, leaving a trail of whipped cream in its wake.
The feel of the cold cream was somewhat startling but it was quickly replaced with Edward's hot mouth and tongue. I leaned my head over to give him better access to my neck and whimpered at the feel of his mouth sucking the cream from my body. "Delicious," he muttered again, and I wasn't sure if he was talking about the cream or me. He was very thorough as he cleaned my skin and I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest as his tongue dipped down between my breasts.
He looked up at me when he was finished and I saw that he still had some cream on his finger, so I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to my mouth. My tongue came out to lick his finger and my lips wrapped around it. As I gently sucked and tongued his finger, I felt his hips buck into me. My free hand immediately went to his shoulder for leverage so I could grind myself back into him.
I released his finger from my mouth with a pop and quickly found myself laying back on the couch with Edward hovering over me. His mouth was on mine with a deep, needy kiss which I eagerly returned. His hands went to the buttons on my blouse in haste. My chest was heaving in anticipation as Edward removed my shirt and bra. He was kissing my right shoulder when I felt something cold touch the top swell of my left breast. A quiet gasp escaped me as I realized that Edward wasn't finished with the whipped cream. He sat back to admire his artwork as he swirled his finger around my breast. His mouth followed quickly after, while his free hand massaged the other breast.
I figured two could play this game, so I busied myself with the buttons of Edward's shirt and quickly pushed it off his shoulders. My eyes raked over his perfect form; muscular but not overly so, defined pecs with a small amount of light hair between them, washboard abs ending in a V that pointed toward the promised land. Although I could stare at him all day, I gently pushed back on his shoulders while I kissed my way around his upper body. He allowed me to lead him back down onto the couch and I reached for the whipped cream. I held my hand up to show him and smirked as I reached down to start running my finger around his chest. A little on one nipple, a line down the center of his chest, and a bit above the waist band of his jeans. Edward gasped at the contact of the cold cream, but it was quickly followed by a loud moan as my mouth began sucking it off of his nipple.
I licked, sucked and teased my way around his upper body while Edward pushed my hair to the side and lifted his head to watch me. I looked up at him while still licking. His hands found their way to my breasts and I moaned into his lower stomach. Edward hissed at the vibration.
I unbuttoned his jeans and started to lower the zipper when I was quickly scooped up in Edward's arms. I laughed as he carried me over to my bed and we both dropped down onto it. He made quick work of my jeans and underwear and followed with his own. The sight before me was incredible.
Edward lay back down beside me and kissed me fiercely. My hands tangled at the back of his head, scratching at his scalp and tugging his hair. His hands were roaming all over my body. I could feel him everywhere. My skin tingled with every touch and my body was completely on fire.
"Uhhhh … you're so wet," he groaned when his hand found its way between my legs.
"Mmmmm," was all I could mumble in response.
Two of his long fingers entered me and I mumbled some more incoherent words. It didn't matter, since there were no words to describe how wonderful it felt to have him touch me, inside or out.
Meanwhile, my nails were scratching a path down Edward's back and landed on his perfect ass. I squeezed and rubbed and pulled his body closer. There was no way to get close enough to him. Even when he was inside of me and everything felt right, I still wanted him closer. Edward continued to nip and kiss my upper body while his fingers pumped slowly in and out of me, hitting that wonderful spot on each stroke. As I felt myself nearing the edge, my hips started to move against his hand.
"That's it, baby. Show me what you like."
I think "fuhhh" was my brilliant response before my mouth attached to the crook of his neck. I'm pretty sure I was sucking hard but I couldn't really control it.
Edward rolled one nipple in his hand while his mouth clamped over the other. I felt some sucking and tugging, and then as he gently bit down I lost it. I have no idea what I was screaming as I came hard around his fingers. I felt that orgasm from my head to my toes.
His fingers slowed down as did the pace of his kisses on my chest, his mouth moving up to my neck. I was still breathing heavily when he whispered, "Watching you come is the most beautiful sight."
Eventually, when my breathing returned to almost normal, Edward removed his fingers and I immediately felt the loss. He didn't waste any time rolling me onto my back and placing his body between my legs. His hands snaked under my shoulders as he kissed me hard and lifted me up to a sitting position, him on his knees with me straddling him. I loved the close contact of our bodies in this position.
I lifted myself up and guided his cock to my entrance, slowly sinking down on him. His grip on me tightened as I felt my insides clench around him. He kissed my neck and up to my jaw before finding his way to the spot below my ear that seemed to drive me wild. Once he started sucking on that spot, I couldn't contain myself anymore. Instead of moving up and down, I started rocking back and forth on his lap, grinding myself into him on each pass.
Edward groaned into my ear and that just spurred me on to grind harder. "Fuck, what are you doing to me?" he moaned.
"I have no idea what I'm doing," I responded breathlessly. "But it feels so fucking good."
"I'll say …" he mumbled before his tongue found its way into my mouth.
We kissed hard, our tongues fighting for dominance while our bodies continued to move against each other. Edward's chest pressed into mine and his arms wrapped tightly around my back, locking us together in more ways than one. We were so close and everything about it just felt right. Our bodies fit perfectly together.
It wasn't long before I felt my release building once again. My moans grew louder, and I swear Edward's arms held me even tighter, if that was possible. His mouth had made its way to my collar bone while my hands were back to tugging his soft hair. I pulled his head back so I could see him, and gazing into the intensity of his crystal clear green eyes set me off again. I continued watching his face as I let my orgasm wash over me. I wanted him to see what he did to me. It wasn't long before he followed, still looking into my eyes and chanting my name, and I felt his warm seed inside of me.
Our movements slowed until they stopped, but neither one of us made a move to disengage our connection. Edward still held me as tightly as ever and my fingers continued their journey through his hair. He eventually laid his head on my chest and sighed contentedly. I kissed the top of his head and rested my cheek against it.
It was all too soon that he started slipping out of me and I could feel the juices flowing as well. I kissed Edward one more time and excused myself to the bathroom to clean up. I also brushed my teeth and pulled out a new toothbrush for Edward to use. I wrapped my robe around me and went back into the bedroom. Edward was lying back on the bed, still naked, with his hands behind his head, eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his face. The sight before me was stunning.
"There's a, um … toothbrush on the counter for you," I stuttered out. His eyes opened and he looked at me with softness in his features. "Do you need anything else?"
"No, thanks." He smiled brighter at me as he walked around the bed, stopped to kiss me, and then made his way into the bathroom. I may have watched my boyfriend's perfect ass until it was behind the closed door of the bathroom.
Snapping out of my ogling, I collected the forgotten strawberries and whipped cream and took them to the kitchen. The strawberries went back into the refrigerator and what little was left of the cream went into the kitchen sink. I turned out the lights and put the deadbolt on the door before returning to the bedroom.
Edward was still in the bathroom so I took off my robe, hung it on a hook and went to climb into bed. I contemplated putting on some pajamas, but remembered the feel of waking up naked in Edward's arms just this morning. I crawled into bed, forgoing the nightclothes.
It didn't take long for Edward to come out of the bathroom, still completely naked, and join me in bed. He immediately snuggled up to me and pulled me closer. The full body, skin on skin contact was divine. Edward's fingers traced light patterns on my back while mine danced through the bit of hair between his pecs. I took a deep breath and inhaled what was now becoming my very own aromatherapy—the pure scent of Edward.
I gave him a light kiss on his chest and put my head down on his shoulder. His hand began stroking my hair down my back as he kissed the top of my head.
"Sweet dreams, my Bella," he sighed.
"Sweet dreams, Edward." I drifted off into my sweet dreams with the feel of his body all around me and his hand still stroking my hair.
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