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Chapter 51

BPOV

I let my hands roam across his back and shoulders as we kissed, his lips slipping down my jaw to my neck, making a lazy path down to my breast. I gasped and moaned as he moved from one breast to the other, his actions were well practiced over the last few months and he knew just how to get me worked up.

Edward stopped his attentions just long enough to put on a condom before his body covered mine again and he slid home.

His thrusts were slow at first, but the rise of my hips to meet his quickly had him speeding up. I loved how it felt when he lost control a little, because him trying to savor it was wonderful, but Edward living in the moment was the best sex I'd ever had.

"Shit, baby…you feel so damn good," Edward grunted, erasing all thoughts as his fingers moved between us.

"Oh, God," I called as I felt my impending orgasm.

"That's it, Bella, cum with me," Edward crooned as his thumb worked over me, sending me over the edge.

I felt him twitch and throb with his release, a serene smile on his face. Edward and I went to clean up in our bathroom and then we climbed back into bed, relaxed in each other's arms.

"Thank you for making this such a special birthday, Edward."

"You're welcome, love."

The next morning, Edward and I went to visit the woman we'd bought the bedroom set from and looked around at what she was trying to sell, most of the things were a little too antique for what we wanted to do down in the living areas, but she did have a lovely china cabinet and sideboard for the dining room. Edward and Annie, the elderly woman who we learned was moving to an assisted living community, started talking about prices, but she kept telling him he was paying her too much.

"Edward, if I was to go through the consignment shop they'd only pay me half of what they make off of it, so I'd rather see it go to a good home."

When they'd finally settled on a price, we'd loaded them into our trucks and drove slowly back to the house. After we loaded them into the dining room, we went to the boat and started packing up our things.

It was sad how little I'd managed to survive with on the boat, but by late afternoon I was helping Edward unload some of his storage space, leaving the rest for the weekend.