A/N: I'll try my best to post another chapter later tonight!
This chapter is too sweet, you might get a cavity. I didn't know I was capable of writing such sweet words, I feel like I have to go write the dirtiest lemon now to make up for it lol!
Much different lemon than the usual, gotta see all layers and sides of my characters ;)
~So bright the flames burned in our hearts that we found each other in the dark~
"Say it again," he pleads.
I pecker his face with kisses, after each one whispering, "I love you."
"I love you so fucking much, I've never felt this way about anyone before," his voice heavy with emotion.
"I need you," I whimper, grabbing his hard shaft and placing it at my entrance.
"You sure, aren't you sore?"
"It's ok, just go slow."
With my hand still gripping him, I push him inside me, my eyes fluttering closed at the feel of him filling me.
I set the pace, moving slowly on him as the water and bubbles swish around us, some spilling onto the floor.
I'm wrapped up tightly in his arms, my legs fully wrapped around his waist; we're completely connected.
He grasps my hips and pulls me tighter against him, pushing his body closer to mine even though we're skin to skin – never having him close enough.
I rock my hips back and forth over him; his hands help guide me. Our shallow breaths surround us.
His hands and lips brush every surface he can reach as I speed up my pace as an overwhelming sensation runs through me. I'm desperate, needing more of him.
I brush my hands and grip the hard muscles of his biceps, my lips crashing to his. He tilts his head kissing me deeper, swallowing my cries with his mouth, matching my intensity.
He wraps his arms around my back, his hands caressing me, completely confining me to his body. I run my fingers through his dark, wet hair and tug.
I wasn't sure if Edward was capable of slow and deep sex, but he was so gentle and sweet.
My nose brushes against his, just breathing each other in. He fits so perfectly inside of me, like he was made for me. His hips rise up to meet mine. My body quivers with intensity and emotion, I'm breathless.
This is not primal and raw fucking; we're making love, which I never thought I was capable of.
I smother my face in his neck, lightly sucking the skin, breathing in his beautiful scent, our own personal brand of us.
He cups my breasts, gently squeezing them as they bounce, rubbing his thumbs over my puckered nipples. He brings his lips down to them, sucking and swirling his pierced tongue around my nipple.
I cling onto him, never wanting to let go, sparks bursting between us. My heart racing, eyes water at the intense emotion running through me, suffocating me.
He feels me getting closer to my release and reaches between us to rub my clit with his thumb; that pushes me over the edge as I clench around him. He follows right behind me.
Waves of pleasure drowning my body; my legs trembling; my body tingling.
We sit there for a moment, him still inside of me just catching our breath and feeling each other.
"I'm obsessed with you," he grins against my neck. My face breaks out in the biggest smile.
He is better than any drug in the world; I'm addicted to him and not even ashamed of it. He's my drug of choice.