Morning, Loves!
Mistakes in this one are my own!
Day 52: May 4, 2020
Bella
21:42 PDT
Los Angeles, California
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I scream, my fingers fisting the sheets as my orgasm explodes through me, making me go blind for a second. Edward groans, coming hard in me, slumping over my back.
"Holy shit," he pants. I'm face down on the bed, and for the life of me, I can't move. Edward pulls out of me and I whine as he grunts and flops on his back. "All fucking day," he groans. I attempt an exhausted giggle. I know I've been driving him crazy all day. It's become a weird form of foreplay for us. It's like the more I reveal about myself, about my crazy ass theories and thoughts, the more turned on he gets.
It's amazing.
"I feel like I need to apologize to Alice," I groan, turning a little to look at him. He frowns at the ceiling.
"What for?"
I stretch out, loving that I can still feel him in me, behind me. Fuck, I can't get enough of him. "I'm pretty sure we just disrespected your whole family and every one of your ancestors."
He barks out such a loud laugh, it startles me before I giggle with him. "She'll probably be more upset that you derailed Star Wars day," he says, shaking his head. I smirk.
"That wasn't my fault."
Edward sits up enough to shoot me a skeptical look, one eyebrow raised and arched. It's sexy.
"I'll make it up to her," I say. "Somehow."
Edward grunts and lays back down. I already want to go again, but I also like taking time to just look at him. He's staring up at my ceiling and it's giving me the perfect view of his profile. It's almost unsettling how beautiful he is. He looks like a stone carving; something some perfectionist would spend years of his life working on.
Those looks are really only the tip of the iceberg of his sexy though. He's so funny and patient and nerdy as hell. He's got a fan-fucking-tastic cock and a smart mouth that usually prompts me to sit on his face.
I like having sex with Edward, but more than that, I think I like him as a person too. "Hey," I mutter, poking his side. He glances over at me and I prop myself up on my elbows. "Even if we weren't in lockdown and if I had my pick, I'd still want to have sex you."
Edward frowns a little before a smile cracks over his face. "Are you trying to tell me you like me?"
I huff. "I guess," I mutter, feeling self conscious and anxious. Edward sits up a little, resting on an elbow to look me in the eye.
"I like you too," he murmurs, reaching out to tug the end of my hair. "Even if I had my pick, I'd pick you too."
His words are embarrassing but also make me feel a little warm. "Good."
Unfolding these two has been so much fun. They have their quirks and their bad habits, but they are also so dynamic and I honestly never know what is going to happen when I sit down to write them. It's just so much fun.
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