A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.
I could feel his other hand at my hip, playing around the waistband of my jeans. In an effort to move things along, I pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs as far as I could manage and sat back. He took care of the rest, adding them to the pile, then regained his former position without going any further. Both hands were on my hips then, thumbs caressing just inside the waistband.
He stared at me, raising one eyebrow, challenging me. This was my show and he wanted to know what I had planned next. A thousand different pornographic images played through my head. I had a focus for tonight – to make Edward lose control. How to accomplish that? Which one do I choose?