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~My eyes saw you, but damn, did my soul feel you~
"Let's get you in the shower." I grab Edward's arm and help him out of bed even though he doesn't need it.
I let go of his hand and head to the bathroom attached to his room while he follows behind me. My feet are cold against the black marble floors that match the wall of his gorgeous spa-inspired shower. I open the glass door and turn on the showerhead as droplets of water pour down.
When I turn around to face Edward, he's stripping out of his grey sweatpants. His thick, erect cock that I've missed almost as much as him sticks out since he wasn't wearing boxers.
He's so fucking hard. I take in every inch of him — the tight muscles of his thighs, the delicious V of his hips that I want to lick, the trail of light hair that leads to his glorious cock. He's still wearing his tight white t-shirt that accentuates his hard pecs.
Like I've said before, going days without Edward makes me fucking crazy and desperate for him. At that moment, I need him. I can't wait any longer.
I grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to me as I attack his mouth with mine. He's caught off guard at first, stumbling slightly, but quickly gains control as he grips my hips tightly, pushing against me harder. We claim and dominate each other with our tongues.
Without removing my mouth from his, I open the shower door again and push him inside, not caring that he still has his shirt on and I haven't removed my leggings or tank top. I wanna see what his toned chest and abs look like when his shirt is transparent, drenched and clenching to his firm muscles.
I slam him against the wall hard, devouring and hungrily kissing him like I'm dying for a taste—which I am. I'm the one taking control and being rough this time. He bites my lip, pulling it back with his teeth.
I pull away from his kiss despite his groan of disapproval and look down. His cock lies flat against his stomach underneath his cotton shirt, but I can see his thick length and veins that run along it and the tip through the now clear material. The barbells from his nipple piercings poke through it as well.
Edward looks like a fucking wet dream, like a cover of an erotic magazine right now. Water drips down his mussed hair, trailing down his perfect cheekbones and jawline. Black ink covering his arms and chest visible through his shirt. He's staring down at me with his hooded, seductive heat-filled eyes — lust and love radiating from every part of him.
And he's all mine.
I probably look like a mess, my clothing drenched and hair matted against my skin, but I don't care. I'm distracted by us kissing, nipping, and grabbing any piece of each other we can reach.
Edward goes to pull his shirt over his head, but before he can, I claim loudly, "No, keep it on!" He obeys but rips my tiny white tank off of me and throws the sopping material to the floor. His large hands grip me around the waist, pulling me in and leaning his head down as his lips capture my nipple. He sucks and nibbles on my puckered flesh, the metal of his tongue ring flicking against it as he alternates between both breasts.
I stroke his length through the drenched cotton as Edward trails his lips up my throat to my lips, moaning in my mouth in response to my touch. I need his cock inside of me, but when I reach down to strip my leggings off, he grips my hands, pulling them away and demands, "Keep them on," repeating my words.
What? How is he gonna fuck me with my leggings on?
A gasp leaves my lips as he answers my question, grabbing the material right between my crotch, which pulls me into him with force. With one rough pull, he rips my leggings at the seam between my thighs, so my pussy is exposed to his gaze and the water pouring down on us from above. I jump at the water hitting my core. Good thing I'm not wearing anything else beneath them.
Edward gets a primal look in his eyes and kneels, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder before I can react. I keep my balance holding on to the wall in front of me, my other hand gripping his hair as he buries his face hungrily between my thighs.
He growls at the first taste of me, his tongue lapping up my slit. "Stop keeping your taste and sweet pussy from me. The longer I go without it, the crazier you make me." He proves his point, hunting my flesh with his mouth, burying his tongue so deep inside me. His moans vibrate against me as he drinks up my arousal.
"I'm s-sorry. I-I promise I won't ever again," I plead helplessly, pulling hard on his hair as he fucks me with his tongue. He hums his approval against my core at my obedience.
The water from the showerhead above us rains down his back, trailing down his solid muscles. I watch him reach down to stroke his swollen cock at the same pace his tongue slides against me. He laps deep in my folds with languid strokes.
I'm so lost in the sensation of him devouring me and my eyes glued on him fucking his fist fiercely, increasing his pace to match the strokes of his tongue. Craving to feel his thickness inside me, I don't see what's coming next.
A yelp escapes my lips as he shocks me by grabbing my other leg and placing it over his other shoulder. He grips both of my ass cheeks as I straddle him, both my legs over his shoulders as he doesn't stop eating my pussy.
He stands up, lifting me effortlessly, my back sliding up the cold shower wall, keeping my legs wrapped around his head. I squeal out, being so high up in the air, only with his hands supporting my ass and the wall behind me. My hands grasp onto the top of his head, and my squeal turns into a moan as his tongue starts flicking against my clit and making me forget about my fear of heights.
Sometimes I forget the strength of this man, having no problem holding all my weight up with just his hands and shoulders. It's so fucking hot when he manhandles me like this, throwing me into whatever position he wants me in to do dirty things to me — possessing my body.
His tongue flutters around my clit, sucking on it hard and scraping his teeth against it. I scream out loudly, completely forgetting that his family is home and hoping they don't hear us.
I squeeze my thighs tight against his neck, practically smothering him against me but based on his moans, he doesn't seem to mind. His talented tongue continues to tease and taste my swollen pussy.
It's too much. I can't control it as my core tightens, eyes squeeze shut, and my body trembles as I come apart, finishing in his mouth. My moans and yells echoing in the shower.
Before I can gain composure and catch my breath, Edward grabs my thighs, easily pushing my legs off his shoulders, and slides me down the wall until my legs are wrapped around his waist. Crashing his lips against mine desperately, our tongues slide together as I taste myself on him. With one arm wrapped around my waist, he grips onto his thick length and positions it at my entrance, rubbing it along my soaked lips before sliding inside and stretching me.
Fuck, only a few days without him inside me, and he feels too big. Like I need to adjust to his size all over again.
I moan into his mouth and slide my hands beneath the soaked material clinging to his skin, my nails scratching and digging into his back as he pumps his hips and pounds into me savagely. My back smacks against the wall with his rough pace.
We must be a sight — him only in his white t-shirt he wears like a second skin now — and me only wearing my drenched black leggings that look painted on me and are completely ripped at the crotch, exposing my pussy and ass as my pussy takes a beating.
Edward laces our fingers together holding them above my head against the glass wall. Only holding me up with his hips and my legs around him. His thrusts slow down and become less aggressive but don't feel any less good. They actually become more intense as he maneuvers his hips, hitting with slower but deeper hard thrusts that make my eyes roll back and see stars. Gyrating his hips expertly, the tip of his cock rubs perfectly against my G-spot. I feel every inch of his thick shaft so deep in me.
He knows my body so well, almost better than myself. Everything that makes me tick, all the rights spots to make me explode and come undone. Like we were made for each other.
My head slams back against the wall as I whimper from the pleasure, but his hand roughly grips my chin, forcing my head back and eyes open so I'm forced to stare at him. "Look at who's fucking you. Who owns your sweet little pussy," Edward grits out through clenched teeth.
"Yesss. It's you. It's yours," I mewl.
His gaze is intense and vulnerable. Doing that thing he does, speaking his emotions and feelings through his bottomless green eyes that I lose myself in. He leans his forehead against mine, not once faltering his pace or breaking eye contact.
His frustration turns to grief. "Why do you keep leaving me?" Edward whimpers weakly against my lips.
"I'm sorry," I cry out as his hips vigorously slap against mine. "But I told you I wasn't leaving you, baby. Uhhh — just needed a few days to clear my head and process everything. But I — Oh God — I told you that night," I breathe against his mouth between moans, staring into his soul, "We're not over. I-I can't leave you, Edward. I'll be by your side no matter what comes our way. Fuckkk… I'm here, and I'm not ever leaving. Never. I promise."
I guess that's all he needed to hear because he grips both sides of my face, taking possession of my mouth with his. He kisses me so deeply and passionately as if tying our souls together. Something much deeper happening between us other than his cock thrusting deep inside me and hitting the spot that makes me crash and explode around him.
"I'm not ever letting you go again. No one and nothing in the world feels like this," Edward says.
"Don't ever let me go," I cry out against his lips, and he groans in response, his release following mine. I shake violently and breathe heavily, fogging up the glass walls even more. Thankfully my legs are still wrapped around Edward because my knees would buckle if I were standing.
He eventually lets me down once I gain feeling back in my legs. We remove the remainder of our sopping wet clothes and take turns washing and lathering each other. Taking our time, memorizing every inch of the other's body.
Edward turns off the water before picking me back up and stepping out of the shower. I giggle and kiss his neck as he carries me over to the counter and sits me down on it. We're dripping everywhere.
He grabs some towels, wrapping one around his waist. I pout when he hides his dick from me, and he laughs loudly at my expression. My stomach flutters when he laughs because I don't hear it as much as I should. It's the most beautiful sound.
"Don't worry, baby. I'm not done with you." He smirks devilishly.
Edward runs a towel along my body, drying me off so carefully as if I'm made of glass. I grip onto his hand, halting his movements. He glances down at me questionably, and I grip him by the nape of his neck, bringing his face closer to mine. I stare deeply into his eyes, trying to convince him with more than my words, my devotion to him. "I love you more than anything in this world," I whisper before brushing my lips against his.
"I never knew the true meaning of love. But you literally own my heart. Without you, I wouldn't have one."
A tear slides down my cheek at his words, and I know from his hauntingly beautiful eyes that for how powerful those words are, our love is much stronger than them, and none will be powerful enough to express our bond.
Too extraordinary for this world. Too intense for us to comprehend. And that's why it destroys us and consumes us while being the most euphoric, beautiful feeling in the world.
And I never want to lose that feeling. Because it's worth everything.
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