A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.
I leaned back on my hands. Quietly, I commanded him, "Edward, take my pants off."
I guess that was the cue he was waiting for. He smiled as he leaned forward to undo the button and pull down zipper. He pushed his hands, that were merely teasing the idea moments before, right into my pants and pulled them down and off, taking my panties with them. I was finally completely bare to him, as he was to me. A far recessed part of my brain squeed, Edward Cullen and I are nekkid together! Another part of my brain, the part observing on the sideline, was astonished at the lack of embarrassment in that moment.
I scooted up on the bed, sliding back towards the pillows and laying back. Edward took a moment as his eyes wandered over my naked body.
"God, Bella. You're stunning."
I could feel the blush paint my body, but not out of any sort of discomfort. This time, it was out of pure pleasure. I held out my hand for him to join me. He got an almost predatory look as his placed both hands on the bed and crawled up beside me.