h, and there are THREE SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS IN THIS ONE CHAPTER.

Anyone as impressed as I?

Last time in 'Beautiful Stranger'…

Bella Swan: And then I bit his ass.

BELLA

I felt Edward jerk underneath my teeth, before he jumped up with a yelp that sounded like a wounded dog. I had to cover my mouth with my hand, to prevent myself from bursting out laughing; it was a funny sight, I'll be the first to tell you. Edward's gorgeous, dimpled ass had a round, red circle on the right cheek in the exact shape of my bite. He was leaping around, his long fingers rubbing the sensitive spot my mouth had left. The funniest part, however, wasn't his flustered appearance, but his rather large and bouncing morning erection, bobbing up and down with every hop.

"Bella! Ow! That really hurt!" he cried, pointing at the bite. I felt my eyes widen – it was red, and I was surprised I hadn't drawn blood – but it was just too funny. My mouth opened, my eyes shut closed as a maniacal cackle burst through my lips. I leant forward, my boobs grazing the crumpled sheet, while Edward stood in front of me, sporting a large morning wood – something I'd have to eliminate. Soon.

"Bella. This isn't funny!" he almost pleaded with me. Maybe he was hurt. I didn't care. I needed to see that wounded expression more often. Perhaps when I had to reject his not-so-covert advances, simply because I had run out of come and my vagina was bruised and bash from all of the hardcore fucking we had done.

After a few minutes of crazy laughter, somehow managing to gasp out, "It is a little bit!" I took a deep breath, steadying myself before looking up at a slightly hurt-looking Edward.

"I don't see how this is funny at all, Bella. In fact, I rather think you're being very mean to me," Edward said. I didn't need to see the delicious pout to know it was colouring his perfect features.

"Oh, I'm sorry Edward, but I can't take you seriously – not when you're naked and…like…that!" and then I started laughing, leaning back this time, my chest heaving with the hilarity of the situation. Again.

I was vaguely aware of Edward glancing down to look at his penis, shrugging and then moving towards me in a very sexual, predatorial way. Before I knew it, he was leaning over me. My laughing immediately stopped, my pulsing libido suddenly very aware of the aroused hunk of testosterone currently hovering over my lady bits.

What surprised me, though, was Edward's sudden laughter. It was glorious, echoing around the room like deep, bass bells. His shaking arms gave way, bending suddenly at the elbow as he collapsed on top of me, his head burying itself into the crook of my neck. He was comfortingly heavy, his warm weight pressing against my torso in a natural way.

The distraction, was his very hot penis burning into the skin of my thigh – very close to where I needed it to be pounding into…I needed to start something sexual very soon…

My libido-satisfying decision was halted, however, at Edward's insistent kisses fluttering over my face. It was delicious - his warm breath tickled my nose and brushed over my eyelashes in tantalising puffs, while his lips, of softest velvet, swept over my suddenly overheated skin.

I needed to reciprocate. Now.

My hands moved from his sturdy shoulders up to his hair, my fingers pressing deeply into his smooth skin. My fingers revelled in being up there, in his silky hair, and massaged his scalp, wanting more and more of the velveteen caresses.

My gaze wandered, however, down to his back and ass (still bright red), and my hands followed my vision, following the delicious curves of his naked muscle, my nails digging slightly into the skin, marvelling at the way it puckered slightly under my touch.

I felt Edward gasp slightly underneath me as I dug my fingertips in hard into a dip right next to his spine. I needed him, very, very quickly and very, very hard. I knew that he was up for some more fun, and I knew my vagina was too. I didn't want to stain his sheets, after all.

All of a sudden, I was very aware of Edward's naked body pressed into mine. I felt his strong thigh pushing between mine, my leg encircling his hips, pushing his hard dick further into my soft flesh. His chest was hard and sculpted compared to mine, and my nipples hardened against his skin at the kinky thought of my tongue dipping into the crevices around his pecs and abs…

Edward's hands tensed slightly against my hips as he moved up my body, angling his head so that he could press his lips tenderly to mine. His thumbs traced little erotic circles on my skin as his lips moved dangerously against mine. I couldn't help it; my mouth curved up into a smile against his, and his lips curled in return.

His dick hardened against my thigh.

My fingers continued their journey, moving up this time, teasing the areas I knew affected him the most. I tickled his sides lightly, suppressing a giggle at the twitch from the touch, and from the horniness plaguing both of us at that moment—

Okay, this boy wanted it rough this morning, and Bella Swan sure was going to give it to him.

My skin burned underneath Edward's as his warm hand hitched my other leg up over his bony hip. I instinctively squeezed my thighs, locking my ankles around his back. I was suddenly very aware of his cock teasing my entrance. All forms of coherent thought, communication and bodily functions ceased as Edward's penis worked its magic, without even penetrating my very being.

I twitched every time I expected him to plunge into me.

Something had to be done.

I broke my mouth away from Edward's, only to move it up his square jaw, coming to rest on his sharp cheekbone. I murmured against the soft skin there, "Edward, if you wait any longer, I'm going to have to do something naughty…" I spoke suggestively, licking from his cheek to his ear. I gave a short laugh at his noticeable flinch at the sound of my jaws snapping by his ear.

My victory was short lived, however, when I suddenly found Edward's penis fully inside of my pulsing core.

That was weird.

Not that I'm complaining, or anything.

My head automatically fell back onto the pillow in utter ecstasy – this man filled me totally, rubbing against my walls, creating the most delicious friction known to mankind. I thought I felt Edward's mouth against my exposed neck, but was too busy concentrating on my occupied vagina, and the pleasure Edward's dick was giving me.

All breath was forced out of me as Edward pulled out and thrust back into me, in a movement so quick I barely had time to register. A sharp intake of breath came from both of us as our pubic bones hit – he was fully buried up to the hilt - that was for sure.

Each movement was Edward made was met by my hips lifting up in such a way that he never left me, not for one moment.

Alert the media: Edward Masen is a sex god. Fuck Achilles, Adonis – even Jesus – Edward Masen is the better lover. I'll testify if you need me to.

I nearly lost it when he pulled me up for another searing kiss, his mouth sucking forcefully on my already swollen lower lip.

I did lose it when his dexterous fingers rolled my nipple, sending a wave of electricity down my spine, bouncing off Edward's penis buried deep and ricocheting throughout the rest of my body, right down to my toes and my fingertips, which were digging into Edward's shoulders. Everything was blocked from my vision, except for the blurry image of Edward leaning over me; sweat beading at his hairline, eyes closed in blissful pleasure, his nostrils flaring with each movement, however slight.

Only faintly aware of the last thrust that pushed Edward over the edge, I still felt his teeth bite down roughly onto my lip, still clasped firmly between his own. I watched him reverently as he came, crying out in a hoarse 'ugh!' before letting his head fall back to my shoulder, shuddering as he settled back to where he had been before.

I waited for the shaking to stop before winding my hands back into his hair, closing my eyes, revelling in the silkiness run between my fingers.

I watched Edward's muscles slowly relax as he melted against me, sighing contentedly into my skin. Wide-awake, I watched his eyelids slowly droop shut.

A small smile coloured my face as I felt his erection poke determinedly into my thigh.

..

I leant against Edward's kitchen counter, its cool marble chilling my ass where the shirt didn't cover. The buttery toast I was eating was perfect – warm and replenishing.

And, boy, I had needed those calories after that workout.

I was almost disgusted at myself; we had barely finished Round Two ten minutes ago, and I was already ready for Rounds Three, Four, Five… Jesus. What had happened to me in the past, what, 24 hours? My clit had fallen irrevocably in love with him that was for sure. She was receiving pleasure like never before, and couldn't wait for Rounds Three, Four, Five.

Round Two had been gorgeous. Absolutely delicious - even more so than my toast. Edward had stirred against me, shifting us so that we were lying side by side. Taking the initiative, I flipped us over, swinging my left leg over his hips and taking him in one quick movement. The angle he had entered me at meant that he was hitting a whole new array of different places, his cock reaching far up enough to reach the elusive G-spot I had so long been mourning the stimulation of.

Edward's velvet voice brought me out of my flashback.

"We could go to the beach?" he asked, glancing up at me from over his newspaper: La Repubblica. I had quickly learnt that buying the International Herald Tribune every day was a waste of money and slightly depressing – I was on vacation, who cared what was happening anywhere else? I didn't have a hope of reading Italian newspapers, so I let my knowledge of current affairs slide a little, I'll admit. I was very impressed at Edward's reading it, though. It was unbelievably sexy. I wonder if he spoke any other languages…

Once again, my thoughts were interrupted by the weight of Edward's stare on my breasts.

I ignored the heat that flooded to my core, trying to have a normal conversation.

"I haven't been to the beach yet." I said nonchalantly. I really wanted my Round Three… "Could be cool." I wound my way around the maze of chairs circling the wooden kitchen table, resting my chin on Edward's shoulder, and subtly (I hoped) inhaling his rich, musky scent. "What do you think?" my hands returned to his hair.

They couldn't get enough.

"Yeah, I think it'll be fun," he spoke more purposefully now, obviously excited at the thought of us frolicking in the waves.

Naked…?

"You almost done?" I asked, breaking myself out of my reverie, all thoughts of sun-soaked sex pushed to the back of my mind.

Well, not right to the back, I thought as his hand reached up to rest on mine.

"You almost done?" I asked, very aware of the seductive lilt to my tone as I finished my toast. There was lots of butter dripping onto my fingers, and I licked it off, very aware of the provocative movements of my lips and tongue, wishing they were doing the same to another part of Edward's anatomy…

I watched Edward carefully, knowing that his brow would be furrowed, his eyes darkened and a fresh erection pushing out of his boxers. He didn't move until I slid the whole of my index finger into my mouth, sucking hard, before removing it with a suggestive 'pop', so reminiscent of my daily blows as a teenager.

Leaning down, giving Edward an ample view of my unrestrained tits, I swung my hair so that it acted as a cage around us, protecting us from the outside world, hopefully conveying to him that I didn't want to go to the beach at all, just stay inside, fuck, eat, fuck some more and then go dancing, where we'd fuck, albeit clothed, on the dance floor, before eating some more, then fucking all night.

But he did really seem to want to take me to the beach, and my curiosity was piqued.

As was my sex drive.

Whatever. I'd let him know who was in control after this little stunt…

I kissed him with as much force as I could muster, going for the tongues as soon as our lips touched. My head pressed forward, my lips holding their own against his, our tongues in a weird erotic dance over domination.

I won.

Hehe.

Drawing back, I held back a giggle as I saw Edward, still suspended midkiss, his mouth hanging open and his eyes closed in a haze of sex.

"Give me ten minutes," I murmured into his forehead, before strutting back to my flat. As soon as I walked out of the door, I broke into a run, coursing down the stairs, holding the too short shirt down over my naked ass.

What? Okay, it was a slutty move, I know. But leaving my clothes there gave me a chance to go back, in case he dumped me randomly at the beach.

I laughed as I thought of the last time that happened, with Mike, a guy I had met in high school. We had gone to First Beach, a place that could have been fairly romantic, had it not been for its notorious reputation as a place where small-town teenagers went to 'blow off some steam'.

Mike was not unattractive, and we had hit it off quite well. Okay, very well. His jeans were off and my top was splayed open. But as soon as things started getting hotter, and heavier, Mike jumped up, muttering, in a disgusted tone, about me getting sand in his boxers, which apparently meant 'he wasn't getting no mouth', and resulted him in stalking off, grabbing his jeans and driving away. I called Jacob, who picked me up and burst into riotous laughter at my not-so-post-coital glow.

My teenage reminisces were interrupted as I rooted through my bedroom, trying to find the lime green bikini I had worn yesterday – the one that had attracted Edward's attention, as such.

I pulled it on after a short shower, where I quickly rinsed my 'pits and bouda', as Renee so eloquently put it. Slipping on a cute pair of ass-high denim shorts, flip-flops and a tiny tee, I grabbed my sunglasses, a towel and some money, putting it all into a too-big bag (who knew there was a beach in Rome?), and was just about to walk upstairs to Edward's when I heard a loud banging at my door. I hoped it was Edward, because otherwise I had some creepy Italian murderer at my doorstep.

That wouldn't end well.

I opened the door cautiously, and felt my face flush when I realised that it wasn't some crazy Italian rapist, but a delicious American sex-fiend.

I grinned in relief at him, saying, "Okay, so I think I've got everything. Let me just lock up."

His gaze was definitely on my ass as I leant over to pick up my stupid bag.

And I liked it.

The trip to the beach was pleasant, to say the least. Edward had his own car in Rome, an adorable little Fiat, and the drive to the beach was gorgeous. It was already late morning, and the sun was streaming in through the sunroof, lighting Edward's hair in the most glorious of ways, playing with the unusual bronze colour, making it flicker gold, silver and black.

The nicest part, though, except for the view of the sexy-ass man in front of me, was the comfortable silence we were engaged in. one of my pet peeves were people who needed constant conversation – it wasn't on. Two people could happily sit in a quiet environment, which, at the end of the day, would be more meaningful than stupid, vain chatter that seemed to plague most women these days.

Getting out of the car, I was struck by how beautiful the beach was – and so close to the city, too! The sun sparkled against the waves, rolling and crashing in perfect unison, the water a clear grey. The sand was fine between my toes, and I immediately took off my sandals, in order to get a real feel for the soft powder.

Selfishly, I left Edward to get the umbrella and heavier bags. With two canvas sacks thrown over my shoulder, I walked down to the water's edge, inhaling the distinct ocean smell with a smile on my face.

Glancing behind me, I was pleased to see Edward's gorgeously athletic profile coming down the gentle slope to the water. I gestured to a place up a bit, and followed him, all the time watching his ass.

We set the bags down, setting up camp, as it were.

Then it was time to strip.

Yum.

Edward took his shirt off, flinging it to the side, giving me a delicious glance at his tensed and flexing muscles.

The sad thing was that I didn't even know if it was on purpose or not.

Mine certainly was. Crossing my arms over my chest, I gripped the hem of my shirt, pulling it off in a flurry, full-on, pushed together cleavage for half a second, before my breasts falling as they usually did: full, soft and rather perfectly, if I say so myself.

The shorts were another matter. I leant my hips forward as I undid the button and zip, but turned around as I removed them, bending over, giving Edward a nice view of my bottom – something I knew he appreciated greatly; those swimming trunks didn't hide anything at all.

I felt a pair of hands on my upper arms, and was spun around and kissed before I could even surmise what was happening. This kiss was from Edward, obviously, and it was hotter and sweeter and more desperate than our previous ones.

Pushing gently against his chest, I tried to hide my blush, very aware of the disapproving stares from the locals.

"What is it?" Edward asked, totally oblivious.

"Edward! We're in public!" I hissed, "You're making everyone stare!"

My blush, to the outside world, suggested that I was embarrassed.

My blush, to my vagina, meant I was more turned on than ever.

I covered my hands, not wanting to betray either emotion.

"Bella, Bella, Bella," his hands pulled mine from my face softly. His finger crooked into my chin, pulling my head up. His eyes were a bright melon colour in the sunlight, and he looked awfully guilty. "I'm sorry."

Okay, he wasn't sorry, I thought, as he kissed me again.

Turned on blushing returned.

I hit his chest. If this kept going, we'd be spread-eagled and butt naked in no time, definitely not on the atypical Italian holidaymaker's list of 'things to see'.

But then he did that thing with his tongue and ugh.

I gave up.

Wrapping my arms around him tightly, I pushed him closer to my hips, smiling slightly as I felt the ever-present erection pressing into the soft flesh close to my navel.

My head was so wrapped up in the mind-numbing kisses, that I didn't even notice

Edward's hand moving from the curve of my waist down to my ass.

I did, however, feel the giant squeeze.

He did not start something he couldn't finish.

Disentangling my fingers from his delicious hair, my hand followed the dips and crevices of Edward's shoulders, before winding its way down his arm and his chest before reaching its destination.

I clumsily undid the tie of his trunks, pressing my lips harder into a passionate kiss to compensate, before plunging my hand down over his very large cock. I held it in my palm before wrapping my fingers around it. Applying pressure from all sides, I started to move my hand up and down, up and down, in a steady rhythm. I knew that although this was highly pleasurable, it left the 'victim' even hornier than before.

Perfect.

Edward's head rolled back as my palm reached the tip, crying out before burying his head in my hair, trying to quell his cry.

Unfortunately, I wasn't going to let him get off that easily.

I withdraw my hand and gave him a smirk, my eyes glinting wickedly in the sunlight.

Edward's face fell into a pout, "oh, Bella. That was cruel."

Biting my lip to restrain the laughter building up in my stomach, I glanced down to his groin, where an even larger erection was proudly pitching a tent with the thin fabric of his bathing suit.

"Now what am I supposed to do?" he asked, surprisingly desperately – I didn't realise how embarrassed he was – but the uncontrollable urges of Bella Swan overruled my control, and I burst out laughing.

Edward looked at me despairingly.

I bit my lip again, turning on the innocent Bella façade, making me horny in the process.

"You won't have to do anything," I spoke in a deep, husky voice, leaning forward into his ear, grabbing his hand in a natural motion, "I'm going to handle the situation on my own."

Slightly disappointed with the lack of heated reply, I led Edward into the cool, shining sea. The current whipped around my ankles, and my feet sunk into the grainy sand, but I kept going, until I was standing on my tiptoes, and Edward's shoulders were barely poking out of the water.

Edward obviously had noticed me struggling, so he picked me up in one, smooth movement.

That obviously meant he wanted to fuck, right?

Whatever. I was going to fuck him regardless.

I wrapped my legs around Edward's waist, pressing my heat into his newly formed erection.

Jesus. This man was barely doing anything and I was already on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm. What the fuck was wrong with me?

"Edward… I moaned, surprised to hear my name said in the same tenor, coming from Edward's lips instead.

My urge to giggle was totally stopped in its tracks at Edward's intense gaze burning into me. His eyes were playful, but their contact with mine was burning through my soul, and were totally obedient, waiting for my next move.

And what a move it would be.

The small shift forward with my hips that I made as I rearranged myself around Edward's body was subtle, but effective. His shaft was nestling into my thin bikini bottoms, and I could feel it pulsing through the fabric, ready for action.

Edward wiggled in discomfort, causing a new wave of sensations to pass through me. A moaned "Edward" slipped through my mouth before I had even realised what had happened.

I rested my chin onto his shoulder, lifting myself up, rubbing my core provocatively against his penis, and sucking slowly on his earlobe.

"Fuck me, Edward."

These words seemed to open up a whole new side to him. Gone was the embarrassed Edward, very aware of his obvious erection and arousal. This shyer man was replaced by an animalistic sex fiend, ready to fuck in a cold ocean, in the view of crowds of people.

This was the Edward that made me cream.

His hand had roughly pushed my bikini bottoms aside, and his dexterous fingers were working magic with my clit. He slowly pushed one fingers inside me, hooking it as he entered, triggering a throaty, husky moan impulsively escaping from my lips and causing my head to fall onto his wet shoulder.

He surprised me by pushing me down by my hips straight onto him. The penetration was deep and sudden and unexpected, generating wave after wave of pleasure as he filled me to the brim. The water lubricated our movements, which would have been clumsy and uncomfortable on land, but were graceful and smooth, aided by the smooth, salty water lapping tenderly at our skin, the waves becoming rougher and rougher as our thrusts became more heated.

I could feel the pressure building in the pit of my stomach, and I threw my head back, revelling in the generous pounding.

Just when a lengthy moan was about to come out of my mouth, I choked from the surprise twist of my clit Edward had provided with me with. I came hard and fast. I was pulsing around him uncontrollably, and knew that he was about to come, too. His dick throbbed in time with my spasms until he came with a triumphant roar, his dick returning to its sentient state.

We stood there; limbs entwined, the water calmer now, lapping around us gently. I had never had an orgasm so intense, so powerful, one whose aftershocks were still making my muscles twitch randomly.

I lifted my head, a beatific smile adorning my face, which widened as I saw my expression mirrored in Edward's perfect features.

"That was pretty good," he said, a delicious, previously unseen crooked grin colouring his face.

I guffawed nerdily, "Um, YAH!"

His smile, impossibly, grew more.

I smiled back.

We had a brief moment of focused eye contact, before we heard some Italian shouting at us. I didn't know what it meant, but Edward obviously did. His eyes narrowed and his jaw tensed, his arms tightening around me.

I placed my hand on his chest, trying to calm him. I may not have understood, but that jeering tone was recognisable in any language. My other hand gently touched his cheek, bringing his head back to mine.

"They're just jealous," I said, matter-of-fact.

"Great minds think alike," Edward smiled back at me, resting his forehead upon mine in a surprisingly tender gesture.

After the interruption during our passionate encounter, we decided that we should just leave, perhaps grabbing a bite to eat on the way back. The sun was already fairly low in the sky, and there was a certain chill to the air. I shivered, and Edward put a warm arm around me. I automatically snuggled into his chest as we walked back to the car.

This kind of breeze always made me kind of sad; it signified the end of the summer, the end of hot sunshine and long, bright days, of permanent smiles on people's faces, and the feeling of happiness that seemed to permeate the atmosphere.

This summer, the effect was more profound: it brought reality crashing down upon me. I only had four full days left in Rome, and four days of Edward. This magical spell, which we had woven into our own private fairytale.

Our hands were clasped as we drove back to the apartment block, and I had the weirdest inkling that he was thinking the same. His eyes were mostly concentrated on the road, but every so often, his hand would squeeze mine in a reassuring gesture.

Bella. You're beings stupid. Fucking stop. You'll get your heart broken again.

I withdraw my hand from his, putting in between my sandy thighs and crossing my legs, turning slightly away from him, gazing out of the window.

I couldn't give my heart again. Not after what happened last time.

Re-crossing my legs, I took a deep breath, resting my head on my bent hand.

There was no communication, no interaction, until we pulled into the garage where Edward kept his car, eleven of twelve months of the year – when he wasn't in Rome, that is.

He got the bags while I started up the concrete steps, my limbs weirdly heavy.

I heard Edward running up behind me and glanced back. His face was slightly red from the exertion of carrying the bags and large umbrella, but he had a wicked grin on his face. I knew that grin, but ignored it, walking up the stairs at a slower pace.

And then he bit my ass.

And it hurt!

"Edward!" I cried, breaking into breathy, shocked laughter.

"Yes?" he asked in a stupid voice.

I burst into hysterical laughter, "you're right – it does hurt!"

His eyes crinkled as his mouth curved into a contemptuous smirk, "I told you. I'm no pussy," I was about to say something, but his next words shocked me into silence.

"But you have a pussy, which I'm sure is feeling very neglected right now."

I stood, mid-step, in utter surprise for a moment, before whipping around and attaching my mouth to his face.

Edward dropped his arms, the bags falling down to his wrists, where he clenched the handles into his fists, bringing them gently up to my face, pulling me closer to him.

"Upstairs. Now." I somehow managed to pant.

Needless to say, we moved our asses up those steps.

I fumbled with my keys, trying desperately to slide them into the lock…

That could be construed as something sexual…

BELLA. Jesus….

Sorry, sorry. You know how I get when I'm—

Triumph! The door swung open and I ran in, Edward right behind me. I started for the bedroom, hearing the thump of the bags hitting the floor, assuming Edward was right behind me.

Instead of his following me, however, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me into the… kitchen?

He noticed my puzzled look, and smiled evilly.

"Trust me, you won't regret this."

I shook my head, my expression bewildered.

And then his mouth touched mine, and I lost all coherency.

My hands found their way into his hair, pulling it this way and that, in any direction that would bring him closer to me. He inhaled a long breath as he pushed me backwards, against the counter.

Genius. This man was a fucking coital genius.

His hands fiddled with my denim shorts, pulling both them and my bikini bottoms down in one swift movement. He brought them right down to my ankles, bending down and separating our lips long enough to let me step out of them, getting a nice glimpse of my pussy as he did so. As he travelled back up, he ran his nose up the middle of my stomach, stopping at my bikini top. His hand reached behind me, undoing the string easily, and then – no fucking way – pulling it away from me in a swift movement…

With his fucking teeth.

I grabbed his head, drawing it up to mine in a desperate movement, groaning erratically as our lips touched again. His hands cupped my ass, placing me onto the counter.

I immediately wrapped my legs around him, pleased to find his dick settling nicely at my groin (my landlady chose the right height of countertop) and fumbling clumsily with the ties of his swimming trunks again.

As soon as the knot was untangled, they dropped to his ankles, and before I could even surmise what was happening, he was inside of me, pummelling me in quick thrusts, his balls slapping against my butt cheeks.

My hands tangled into his hair again, my head leaning back, banging against the mounted kitchen cabinets with every fevered grunt.

I came quicker than all the other times; my heightened emotional drive was exacerbating any kind of intimacy I was being given, and this was perfect.

Edward's mouth ravaged my boobs, and when his tongue lapped over the left nipple, I came violently around him. my arms relaxed against his shoulders, my head falling back as he continued to hammer into me, coming a few seconds afterwards, biting the puckered nub in his ecstasy.

we stood there, frozen in time, panting heavily and totally exhausted.

"As soon as I saw this place, I knew I wanted to take you here," edward said quickly, all in one breath.

"Me too," I gasped.

I caught Edward's eye as another wave of lust came over us. he picked me up, gripping the top of my gyrating thighs as he walked us into the bedroom.

I was suckered to his face.

Chapter End Notes:

I love you all, every single one.

But this chapter was 13 pages of 5422 words in length.

That deserves some lovin' from you gorgeous ladies.