A playful EPOV

Some spend their entire life seeking a person who will make their life complete, while others are lucky enough for love to fall into their lap. Fortunately, I'm one of the lucky ones.

I never dreamed I could love her more than I already did. When she said me too. I only wanted you; I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest. Just as I had been curious about her, she had been curious about me. Both of us scared to ask and hear the answer we dreaded most. I just couldn't believe that as passionate as she was, that she had only unleashed it on me. Not that I'm complaining, I want to be the only one on the receiving end. And I'm extremely thankful that I always will be.

Walking through my apartment with her legs wrapped around my waist, I couldn't quite believe my own behavior. I had been the serious one, the uptight one, and the stick-in-the-mud for so long without her, yet with her I couldn't stop myself. I never could.

She smiled against my lips, "I love your kisses."

I grinned what she always called my crooked smile. "Well, yours aren't too shabby either."

Her face grew serious as she cupped my cheek, her thumb running along my bottom lip, "You have the most beautiful smile." She leaned in to place her lips where her thumb had been.

Placing her on the bed, I began to undress her. She watched me with her big brown eyes trust so clear in them. As I took each article of clothing off I kissed every inch that was revealed.

Moving downward, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, swirling my tongue around one hardened nipple, then turning my attention to the other. Her fingers knotted into my hair, arching her body up to press against me. I moved down, savoring the soft, heated skin of her stomach, her hips, and her outer thigh.

She whimpered as I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh just above her knee. "You are teasing me," she breathed, as I kissed her knee. "And that tickles."

I sat back, giving her another crooked smile. "I'm not teasing." I continued to kiss her, loving her movements, the taste of her skin. "I'm kissing you all over."

She laughed, wiggling under my lips as my attention became more focused. Going back to her stomach, her hips, and her upper thighs. She gasped and writhed under me, as my need jumped with each kiss, with each reaction from her.

"As much as I love this," she said, arching as I nipped, then sucked the flesh of her inner thigh, "but I want all of you." Then she added with a disgruntled pout, "And you are still totally dressed."

"Hmm, is that a problem?"

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Of course it is!"

"Should I undress then?"

Again her eyes widened, this time implying I was truly dense. "Yes."

She sat up and tugged at my shirt, working it up and over my head. "You can be a pushy little thing when you don't get what you want," I informed her, as she ran her fingers up and down my chest and stomach.

She stilled her hands against my chest. "You have gotten awfully serious."

I shook my head no, giving her another smile. "No. Just concentrating on how much I love the feel of your hands."

She grinned back, her eyes sparkling with mischief and pleasure. "Hmm, what else can I do to get you concentrating?"

Her hand slid down my chest, over my stomach to my waistband. She easily undid the button and zipper, and she moved to work them down my legs.

She started to press kisses along my collarbone, then lower and lower, mimicking my earlier attentions. As wonderful as her mouth felt, I couldn't let her continue. "God," I groaned as her mouth moved down to my inner thighs, "that feels so good."

I felt her lips curl into a smile at my roughly muttered words. But that smile was quickly transformed into a squeal as I caught her around the waist. I pinned her down, kissing her neck, then nipping my ear. "I'm supposed to be kissing you all over."

She gasped. "No fair." Her words were halfhearted at best.

"I know. I'm awful to make you suffer like this." Kissing down her chest and stomach.

A breathy laugh escaped her. "You really are."

I moved lower. "I'm about to get worse."

She made a noise of feigned despair. "Only if you must."

"Oh, I must." I brushed my lips over her, just teasing her with a brush of my mouth, a breath. Nothing more.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, urging my mouth to her. But instead I kissed her hip. "I don't know what I was thinking. Kissing you all over is going to take a long time."

She made a frustrated noise and for a second I wondered whom I was really tormenting with this game. "I can't wait a long time," she informed me through clenched teeth.

I smiled, deciding to have mercy on us both. "You know, neither can I." I pressed my mouth to her, parting her with my tongue, her dewy sweet taste on my lips and tongue. I flicked and swirled my tongue, then sucked, repeating the process over and over until I tasted her release. I continued to lick and taste her as she cried out.

Her fingers still knotted in my hair, she gently tugged. "Come here," she murmured. I obeyed, sliding up her. "How do you do this?"

I raised an eyebrow, clearly unsure of what she meant.

Putting her hands on my face, "How do you arouse me so much? How do you make me forget everything but you?"

I gave her a penetrating look and then I shook my head. "I don't know. But you have the same effect on me."

She kissed me, wrapping her legs around my back, pulling me tight to her, letting me know exactly what she wanted. Not that there was any doubt. And I gave her what we both wanted. Slowly sliding my entire length deep inside her.

I began to move, slow, penetrating thrusts, building her desire again. I watched her face, every reaction. Feeling every shudder and vibration of her body. I learned how much she wanted, how long she would wait before making demands on me with her body.

This was heaven. Utter and total heaven.

And just as quickly as she had with my mouth, she was spiraling toward another release. Her breathing came in short pants; perspiration glossed her skin in a fine sheen. Her fingers dug into my back and I picked up the pace, thrusting into her hungrily.

"Yes," she cried, her nails biting into my skin. "Edward!"

My name called out in her passion-ragged voice was all I needed. I came into her, my release filling her wet and slick. I collapsed against her; my head nestled between her neck and shoulder, her fingers combing through my hair.

"Edward," she whispered.

I moved resting my chin on her chest. "Yes?"

She smiled, the expression so cute, I was momentarily lost in it when I realized she was speaking. "I love you Edward. I never want you to doubt that. You are my heart and soul. Without you I'm not complete. All I ever wanted was you."

"I love you too. And you are all I ever wanted." I kissed her, giving her everything I felt