Edward watched her hand reach out and twist the deadbolt. He didn't know if her hand trembled because she was nervous or because his hands were full with her breasts. And fuck, they were definitely full and soft and heavy, and so fucking perfect he could barely believe that he was touching them.

Or her, for that matter.

His mouth was still on her neck, and he groaned as she dropped her head back against his shoulder. There was something about the taste of her skin –thick and sweet and fucking lush like ripe summer fruit. He bit down as he pinched her hard, little nipple.

"You ready?" he whispered.

She pressed her ass against him, the top of it hitting just below his cock. And if her body's response wasn't enough, she told him, "Yes."

And with that one word, he was done.

This was happening.

This was so fucking happening.

He squeezed her tits one more time before pulling his hands out of her shirt. They settled on her shoulders, gripping her a little too tightly, almost like he was afraid that she would pull away.

"Turn around," he told her.

It wasn't like he expected her not to, but a part of him was still surprised when she did it.

No questions.

Not a single reservation reflected on her pretty face.

What he saw there was need – just like his. He couldn't remember a single time he'd ever felt like he needed something so much. He'd always wanted to fuck – loved it in fact – but something about this was different. He needed to see her naked body. He needed to taste it. He needed to fuck it…to fuck her.

"Take it off," he breathed, stepping back so he could really look at her. "All of it. Every piece."

Edward ran his hand down his stomach; he rubbed the length of his cock through his jeans. He was so fucking hard it was painful, and watching the way that she looked at him only made him harder.

"What?" she asked, her eyes never leaving his hand.

"I can't lick you and fuck you the way I want until you're naked."

"You don't…you don't want to do that?" she asked. "You don't want to take them off?"

He grabbed his dick, squeezing it. She was going to kill him and she didn't even know that she was doing it.

"No. Right now, I want to watch."

She stood there, frozen. For just a second he thought that maybe this would be too much. And if she couldn't even strip, she'd never be able to do all the things he wanted her to do. But then, she kicked off her shoes and pushed her pants over her hips. And as he watched them fall to the floor, he saw the little blue panties inside. Cotton and soaked.

Fuck.

She was just standing there with nothing but the bottom of her shirt covering her little mound. And he couldn't wait to see it.

His eyes traveled up her shapely legs and landed on her hands toying with the hem of her shirt.

"All of it," he pressed.

He looked up to find her staring at him, and the moment their eyes connected, he smiled, and in one quick movement, she pulled the shirt over her head. He barely registered what was happening before she reached behind and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor with the rest of her things, and Edward stood there – floored and speechless – not knowing where to look first.

"Perfect," he breathed.

Her tits looked even better than he imagined. Pale, but flushed pink and tipped with dark nipples that were the color of her lips. He reached across to feel them again, to rub across the little points with his thumbs.

"Your nipples are so fucking hard, baby," he said, unable to filter himself, and unconcerned because he knew the truth. She didn't really want him to. "You always get like this?"

"Sometimes."

"Do you pinch them?" he asked, tweaking them just a little.

"Yeah."

"Do you like it?" He pinched them harder. "Does it sting? Do you feel it in your pussy?"

She moaned, and fuck if he didn't moan, too. He leaned in and kissed the curve of her breast before taking her nipple in his mouth. He wanted to tease her, to lick and kiss her, but her hands grabbed his head and her fingers gripped his hair and before he could stop himself, he was sucking her flesh into his mouth.

Hard.

Full.

And goddamn, her taste was something he would never get enough of. It was better, sweeter... He wasn't sure if it was because it was her breast or because this time she was holding him, pulling him closer. She fucking wanted this as much as he wanted to give it to her.

She was desperate for it.

And he was desperate for her.

He reached down along the curve of her stomach, feeling a tremor move through her body. And when his hand reached her little mound, he petted her softly, his fingers pressing through the soft patch of hair he found there.

"You don't shave," he murmured against her breasts.

He could feel her stiffen against him.

"Not...not all of it," she told him. "Not everything."

He kissed her nipple again, sucking gently this time.

"Why?" she asked. "Do you…I mean…do you not like that?"

"Baby, trust me," he told her, pulling up and looking into her eyes. "There's nothing about your pussy I don't love."

His hand slipped a little lower. And Jesus, he could feel how wet she was between her thighs. It covered her outer lips. He wanted to slip inside – wanted to feel the heat of her pussy. Hell, he wanted to ask her to spread her legs while he split her open with his fingers.

"Edward," she whimpered.

And his name sent him over the edge.

It was the need in her tone.

Or just the sound of her fucking voice altogether.

"Spread your legs, Bella," he urged, hoping just a little too much that the sound of her name affected her as well. And when she complied, he squeezed her mound. "Yeah, just like that, baby."

"Oh, god," she moaned, her head falling back.

"You said your fingers couldn't make you come tonight," he whispered roughly in her ear.

She didn't reply, but he already knew the answer.

"Well, I promise you," he said, dipping two fingers just inside her slit, "you're gonna come all over mine."

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