A/N: MWAH. To all of you. Happy Friday.
The sight of Bella's pleasure was one Edward would never tire of.
He loved undressing her slowly. Each exposed inch of her skin was territory he wanted to explore to the minute detail. There was a birthmark above her knee that fascinated him. Her ankle was particularly ticklish.
Her skin flushed pink when he devoured her with his eyes, her body wriggling under his stare, responsive even to his hungry expression. He didn't have to touch her to make her writhe, but he wanted to. Good God, he couldn't get enough. Brushing his fingers lightly over her belly would make her toes curl. When his hand hovered above her sex, teasing, she bit her lip.
Always the lion and the lamb, the devil and angel all at once, she blushed bashfully at his blatant stare even as she used the soft underside of her foot to tease him right back, running it up the inside of his leg before she caressed his cock.
Beguiling creature she was.
And the sounds she made.
They were little whimpers at first, soft sighs and whines that caught at the back of her throat, still inhibited and shy about her desire. He watched her as his fingers explored her, saw her head tilt back, her lips fall open. Slowly, as he touched her, worked her, her tiny moans became louder, wanton, completely wild. Her skin flushed from soft pink to bright red. Her fingers in his hair, on his back, went from soft grazes to needy tugs or left small crescent shaped scratches on his skin.
She mumbled his name amidst a flurry of rambled words: yes, there, oh, oh, oh.
And when she was completely undone, she threw her head back and shrieked his name like a plea and its answer all in one. Her whispered "I love you" was a breathy sigh between pants, and she kissed him with an open mouth - a butterfly flapping its wings against his lips.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, peppering kisses about the bridge of her nose, at her cheeks. He traced the tips of his fingers over her lips. She darted her tongue out and then took his fingers into her mouth, sucking lightly, her bedroom eyes on his. Edward groaned. Why the sight was so erotic he didn't really know, but his hunger for her intensified.
"I want you, Bella," he groaned. "I need you."
It was far from the first time he'd thought it in the months they'd been together, but it was the first time he'd put words to his desire, that he'd let his voice be heard. Her body was warm and perfect up against his. It would take nothing - a thrust of his hips - to be inside her.
Her expression tender, Bella cupped his cheek. "I'm yours," she said quietly, her legs widening invitingly.
Edward closed his eyes, dipping his head and kissing her softly, slowly, trying to make himself think - as much as he didn't want to. Every cell of his skin called for her. It was natural. Instinct.
Opening his eyes, he looked at her.
She was completely calm, serene.
She was breathtaking.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you, too." She brushed her fingers through his hair.
There was nothing else to wait for. He was sure of her love for him. This was just one more expression of what they felt for each other, a physical bond. And it was right. Right for them and the right time. The world had condensed and consolidated, and there was nothing outside this bed.
So Edward gave in. He gave in and sunk into her, soft and slow. He felt bad, because to him it felt better than coming home. It was comfort and exquisite ecstasy all in one. He fit inside her snugly, and the way her heat enveloped him was an otherworldly experience - not because she was so talented, but because it was her.
Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment, and her fingers clutched at his shoulders. Her body, pinned under his, tensed - an incredible sensation for him, but again, he felt bad. He knew she was in pain.
He was awed... awed and proud and so very happy that this gorgeous, intriguing, amazing creature had chosen him to be her first and, if he had anything to say about it, he would be her only.
After a moment, she let out a shuddering breath and loosened her hold on him, readjusting so she could look at him. Hitching her leg up around his waist, she took him in deeper, and Edward groaned. He began to move in her, and she raised her hips to meet his.
So good. Too good. Almost too much to handle.
Bella kissed him, a sweet kiss, her breath hot on his lips. He rumbled nonsensical things against her skin, telling her how amazing she was, how she was made for him and he for her.
When he was sated he laid his head on her breast and reveled in the warmth of her skin, the smell of their coupling. He sighed contentedly and skimmed the tip of his nose down the side of her neck, pressing the occasional lazy kiss to her slick skin.
"How are you?" he asked after a moment, his voice gravelly.
She smirked at him. "Defiled," she said with a dramatic sigh. "Plucked. Deflowered." She ran her fingers up into his hair. "I guess I'm not innocent anymore."
This in a low, seductive voice that made him want to ravish her all over again.
Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled so she was draped over him and took her face between his hands, kissing her soundly. "You, my little vixen, were never innocent. Don't try to pull that with me."
Bella grinned. She was a vision of strawberry tinted cheeks, hectic hair, and eyes that told him exactly how in love she was.
"I do love you, Bella," he murmured, stroking her face adoringly.
"I know. I love you, too."
A/N: Guess they're enjoying the weekend, hmm?