A/N
Happy Friday!
Massive thanks to Jemster23 for pre-reading, and the girls on Facebook who simultaneously drive me crazy and keep me sane —I couldn't do this without them!
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I wake up a couple of hours later, having falling asleep in Edward's arms.
He's asleep too. I smile as I shift a little, desperate for a better look at him.
For a second, I wonder why his adoptive parents never seem to check on him. I've been here for hours and … not a peep. It doesn't even seem like anyone else is home.
The snow continues to fall, thick and steady, a calming view.
When I kiss his jaw, he doesn't move, fast asleep. My smile grows wider. Lips against his, no movement. And now it's a game.
Slowly, I move, kissing his forehead, his nose, his jaw again … back to his lips. His neck, stubble so teasing against my mouth.
Hands falling lower, I slip them under his shirt, his toned torso marbled perfection under my palms. His muscles twitch, the rhythm of his breathing picking up.
But he's still asleep.
My nails scratch lightly up his ribs, moving my legs to straddle him, hovering, not making full contact.
His cock twitches under me, his body twitching, and I know he's almost awake.
Nipping at his jaw lightly, I use my tongue to tease and taste his skin, smiling when a low moan escapes his lips and his hips buck under me.
I can't help but laugh when his hands fly up and grab my waist, pushing me down onto his solid erection. He growls, now fully awake, blazing green eyes focused on my own.
Leaning down, I kiss him, needing to feel him kiss me back, lucid and willing as I shift my hips against his own, making his breath hitch.
"I need you," I tell him.
His answering expression makes my heart skip a beat, lips parted, eyes full of hope, wide and promising.
His strong hands against my hips move to remove my shirt and I lift my arms to help, wasting no time removing his afterwards. We're so quiet, only deep breaths and admiring gazes as I sit above him.
He stays on his back, helping me shed the remainder of our clothing, watching his body twist as he rummages for a condom in his bedside drawers.
I take it from him, watching as he bites his lip. Steady fingers, I roll the condom onto him, thick and solid, his moans low and tempting in my ears.
He holds my waist, his fingers flexing as I lift myself and slowly lower onto him, groaning in unison.
He curses under his breath, head falling back against the pillow.
"Please," he whimpers, urging me to move.
Our rhythm starts slow, picking up quickly, driven by desperation, my fingers splayed on his toned chest, his arms helping me rise and lower, thighs burning, breathing shallow.
Then his hands are on my chest, thumbs teasing nipples and my head is thrown back.
I'll never get enough of this.
Edward sits, so we're face to face, crashing his mouth to mine, holding my face to his.
Warm breath, stuttered moans and whispers in ears. It's everything.
It's fast and slow, intermittent moments driven by lust, quickly followed by moments of soft appreciation and gentle touches.
We reach our peaks, Edward following closely behind me. Limbs limp, bodies sweating, breathing in gasps … spent.
Mentally and physically exhausted.
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