Take me by the hand, while we do what lovers do," – All I Ask by Adele (Album: 25)
"Have I ever told you I love your bed?" I ask him.
Edward laughs, amused. The vibration of his laugh ran through me from his weight above me. He kisses my neck slow.
"No, you have not." He tells me, his lips never leaving my skin.
"Then I would like to take the time now, to profess my love for it." I say, rubbing my hands up and down his naked back, the muscles flexing against my hands.
"I love that you love my bed." He says, his lips move up my neck, over my cheek, and to my lips.
"I love that you love that." I say, my lips brushing over his with every word.
We've been dating for just over five months now. His parents were out for dinner, which gives us privacy at his house. With each of our busy schedules and having our parent's around it has been difficult.
He kisses me deep, his hand rubbing up my side, sliding under my shirt to feel my bare waist. He slides his hand down, over my hip down my leg to grasp my knee and hitch it over his leg. I gasp at the feeling of him, right where he should be.
Swirling my tongue with his, I arch into him. Edward rocks back into me sending waves of pleasure through me, his lips leave mine and he starts kissing down my neck.
As we rock together, his hands tug and pull at my shirt, I sit up long enough to pull it off, my bra goes too before I'm on my back again. Edward thrusts into me again- the hardness of him strong through his jeans and mine.
His lips go from my neck down my chest to wrap around my nipple, the pleasure doubling as he thrusts hard against me. My hips meet him with every move, his lips pop off me to be replaced by his hand, squeezing and playing. Just right.
I'm filled with emotions. It's too much.
Edward thrusts once more and I'm done.
Shattered.