A/N Hi everyone! Today's the day, the longest chapter I've written so far. I really didn't want to cut it of before the date ended. So it's over 6,000 words.

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Chapter 9 : Takeout and Tingles

I had barely recovered from our heated kiss when Edward told me to sit down and relax. My body tingled, my cheeks were on fire and my lips already missed his. I sat down on his wonderfully comfortable couch, leaning into the cushions.

"Some little bird told me you like wine, so I got you some," Edward said, opening his fridge. When he leaned down to retrieve the bottle, I got an excellent view of his glorious backside in those jeans. The little bird was me, naked. As I thought about that, I couldn't help but think about Edward in front of the webcam, his naked body sprawled out for me to see, but I locked the sex kitten away and shifted around on the couch to sit more comfortably, crossing one leg over the other.

Edward uncorked the white wine, curling his fingers around the corkscrew to unseal the bottle.

That man could make anything look erotic.

He strolled over with two generously filled glasses and handed one to me.

"So, uh, did you find the place okay?" he asked timidly, sitting down next to me, pushing his glasses back up his nose. The bold sex god seemed to be tucked away for now as well.

"Yeah and traffic wasn't bad either. You know, for L.A.," I trailed off, cursing myself for sounding so awkward.

I truly didn't know what to say. I didn't know what people did on first dates after they'd already had such intimate conversations with each other. Mostly on dates, I just looked forward to when they ended or to when the 'your place or mine' came up. Not today. I wanted the first-date experience and the hours of conversation. Although part of me wanted nothing more than to see where that kiss could take us, too.

Edward noticed my silence and took a sip from his elegant wine glass, swallowing the amber-colored wine. "Is this weird?" he asked, his hands motioning to the air between us. "Do you regret coming here?" His emerald eyes looked worried and I wanted to shoot myself for being the reason he had that look on his face.

"No," I blurted out quickly, shaking my head. "Not at all! I love this, I just … uh, I don't want to fuck it up. I'm so glad to see you," I told him and put my hand on his, earning an eager smile. Edward took my hand and I was glad to have his warm skin touch mine again.

"I have no idea how to do this, do you?" I asked him, lost.

I wasn't going to get anywhere by just jumping his bones, not if I wanted to break my habit of casual sex with strangers and my ex-boyfriend.

Edward sighed adorably as he ran his other hand through his already messy hair. "Isabella, I almost couldn't keep it together just by kissing you. I haven't been this hard in a long time," he admitted, chuckling and gazing at me with hunger in his eyes. I had to look away.

"Maybe we should just get this over with, so you can move on with your night," I almost whispered, hoping he'd turn me down.

"Don't be ridiculous. I do not want to get this over with, baby," he said, and took his bottom lip between his teeth. "I need to have dinner with you."

I smiled like a crazy person. Baby? Yes, please!

"I'll get the takeout menus and some snacks, then you'll tell me everything about yourself, deal?" Edward rose from the couch and walked to his kitchen again, rummaging through a drawer. He came back to me with about seven different flyers and a cute ceramic bowl filled with olives.

"You're too cute, honestly," I declared, looking him over once more. Edward had everything I liked in a guy. He loved gaming, was a tad nerdy, and he was so freaking sexy it almost hurt. His glasses made him appear softer, kind, while his tattoos gave him an edgier side. He was the best of both worlds. His actions showed me he cared and wanted to impress me, but he had already ticked off that box many times before, online and now here in person. Why wasn't he taken yet, living in a four bedroom house with a beautiful wife on his arm and a couple of green-eyed kids?

We decided to order Italian, classic spaghetti and meatballs for the both of us, my personal favorite. Edward told me the place we ordered from made such big servings, he could eat three dinners by ordering just one dish — he loved it. I called him a cheapskate, he laughed at my joke and threw an olive at me. Perfect night so far.

"Tell me about your job," I proposed curiously, downing my second glass of wine and reminding myself not to get drunk on this heavenly date. I really wanted to remember everything, and not make a fool of myself.

Edward got a smile on his face and sat up straight, pulling his phone out of his pocket and starting to type while talking to me. "Let me show you. I finally got the green light from Mrs. Stick-up-her-ass; her new shop is live." He proudly handed me the phone to show me his work.

The woman in question seemed to be one of the worst ball-busters in history and Edward and his co-workers were close to telling her to go fuck herself and build her own website.

My knowledge of designing a website and everything around it was close to nil, but I could tell he was passionate about it, explaining what it took for her to say yes.

"So she specifically wanted the entire theme of the webshop to change every time? To match the shoe? Every time?" I was completely flabbergasted after everything he told me. That woman was anal with a capital A, and not afraid to flaunt it.

"Poor guys!" I was laughing so hard at this point my eyes started to water.

"Laugh all you want, she gifted me a lifelong discount at Glassslipper dot com . You'd better not try me if you'd like to benefit from it, Isabella," he joked.

"You're going to buy me shoes now? I like you even more now. That discount should help with your cheapskate ways." I arched my brow at him, enjoying my sarcastic teasing as he looked at me, unimpressed by my little joke.

"How long have you been doing web design?" I wondered and stole an olive out of the bowl, enjoying the salty taste.

"Ever since I graduated, I got to do my internship there and just never left." He shrugged. Edward opened his mouth as to say something else but he closed it again, leaving me wondering.

"What is it?" I asked him, tucking one leg under me and fiddling with the clasps on my boots.

He smiled his dazzling smile at me. "It's silly, but I really do want to start my own business someday. Build something for myself," he said.

"You really should if that's what you want. Life's too short to do something half-assed," I told him, nudging his shoulder. He lifted his brows and his eyes turned darker.

"I know, and I will. If I want it badly enough," he muttered and poured us another glass of wine.

We talked some more about his dream to become an entrepreneur. Something that apparently ran in his family, since I got him to tell me Emmett Cullen was actually his older brother.

"He works all the time, you know. I'm just kinda scared that I'll end up being some kind of workaholic eternal bachelor, just like him," Edward admitted.

I smiled at him, remembering the night Rosalie met his brother and decided to tell him.

"You know, I don't think he's such a lonely guy. A friend of mine actually met him the other night and she really seemed to like him, couldn't shut up about him."

Edward's eyes met mine, amused. "No way, you're kidding me right? A tall blonde? Likes to play hard-to-get?" he asked me, and I snorted.

"Rosalie can be quite the tough nut to crack, especially when she's really into a guy. She'll really make him work for it. I hope he's up for that and not just a quick hook-up." I laughed, remembering the days early in her relationship with Royce. She barely talked to the guy, giving him her best icy glares and unfuckable attitude while she could not for the life of her stop gushing over his smashing good looks. If I recalled that night at the club correctly, she was doing the same with Emmett.

"She really should do that, he hasn't had to put in some effort in a while. It'll be good for him." Edward rested his gaze on the black screen of the TV. Our reflection in it looked so comfortable, like I had known him for so much longer than I actually had.

What might he be thinking?

Thinking about the other night made my stomach feel uneasy. Looking back at that night and my mood swings, causing me to take things way too far with Jacob, caused me to feel guilty.

"I need to tell you something," I broke out of my thoughts, making Edward look at me.

"You're finally going to tell me about your job now? I need the details on how you managed to get promoted, I'm curious," he said while he went to sit crossed-legged on the cushy couch.

I sighed, wanting to tell him about that too, but I needed to get this off my chest first. The wine made me a bit more at ease, as I stopped thinking and just talked.

"There's something else I need to get out first if you don't mind. If you want to run away from me after this, that's totally fine. You don't owe me anything," I muttered and his expression turned tense somehow.

"Why would I run from you? I just got you here." His hand found mine and his thumb stroked my wrist. Edward's touch seemed to relax me and a voice in my head told me it would be okay.

"The night I fell off the face of the earth, I was at my ex's place," I started and looked up to see his reaction. He didn't look at me strangely so I took that as my cue to go on with my little confession.

"I got so drunk. It was emotional and heavy, and he found me when I was down and wallowing in self-pity. We've been having this strange relationship.I kept holding on to it, even though I knew we were made of glass and there was no way in hell we were right for each other." Edward nodded, keeping his eyes on mine as if he was looking for something, and his hand still rested on mine.

"So, we kissed again and then I woke up in his bed thinking I'd slept with him. Fortunately I hadn't, and he just took care of me when I threw up. He washed my clothes…" I trailed off.

Edward wasn't looking at me and a frown appeared between his eyebrows. I wanted to brush it off of his face and make him smile again when he broke my monologue.

"I was really worried about you but felt like an overprotective ass. You obviously don't have to explain yourself to me, I just got attached to our little conversations and kinda got my hopes up," he admitted quietly.

"Please don't say that." I shook my head, trying to find words that would express how much it meant to me that he was in fact worried and thinking of me. "Edward, after we first talked I didn't think about him. I didn't feel like a giant mess, but when I hit that funk I just wished you were there with me. I wondered what you would be doing and figured you'd be out, like normal people on Friday nights." I sighed and his eyes softened.

"That Skype-date with you was running around my head, shouting at me that I should've just stayed away from that club and asked you to come over." I trailed off.

"I couldn't do anything beside die in my video game and wonder what you were doing, who you were talking to." His sweet green eyes penetrated straight to my heart as I felt even worse now. He had been worried about who I was talking to, and there I was, making up my own storyline of Edward out and just thinking of me as an easy way to an orgasm. Which he wasn't thinking at all.

"I'm sorry, please don't hate me," I whispered.

His grip on my hand tightened and he brought it to his face, pressing a tender kiss onto the back of my hand. I swear I could feel it tingle even after his lips were gone.

He didn't hate me.

"You want to talk former lovers and let me take away this suffering look on your face?" he asked and I nodded, clearing my throat.

"Then you're in for a treat," he began, smiling wickedly and taking the hand he had kissed between his own.

He told me about Tanya, the crafty daughter of one of his father's golf club buddies and how she spun her web. They met when they were seventeen, during summer break, and got along perfectly fine. At that time, Edward's days and nights consisted purely of gaming, sleeping, and smoking weed with his brother. I laughed a little at that, imagining Edward in that awkward not-a-teen-anymore versus not-really-a-man-yet phase and how he had no interest any girl that didn't wear battle get-ups.

Tanya and her parents were spending a few weeks at their house, since her mother was remodeling and a construction worker unfortunately cut through a gas pipe under their flooring. They were forced to evacuate the premises until the matter was solved and Edward's mother was too hospitable to let them stay at a hotel. A girl like her — rich and a little too privileged for her own good — knew only one way to have a good time: to make poor, nerdy teenage boys swoon all over her and use them as some kind of play thing. She spent her days hanging out by the Cullen's indoor pool, reading magazines, and occasionally pulling out the lounge chair to work on her tan. She picked her spot to soak up the rays of sunshine quite well, right underneath the window of Edward's bedroom, where she'd pull her top off and just wait for him to take the bait.

Teenage boys will be teenage boys, and eventually Edward caught glimpses of her bosom, gawking at the sight.

Since Edward told me Tanya was 'a pretty girl' and talked to him, he thought she was in love with him. Or at least interested.

On her last night at the Cullen residence, there was a little dinner party. She pulled Edward into the nearest empty room and started kissing him, leaving him with an uncontrollable hard-on and a red face. He didn't see her again until his second year of college, when she started hanging out again at the golf club where his father was a member. She always wore short plaid skirts or skin-tight white shorts, looking at Edward in a strange, new way.

By then, Edward had started working out more and had gotten more confident, and he asked her out.

"We went out a couple of times, we slept together and she just started acting weird." He shrugged and continued. "I accused her of cheating when I went back to college and she didn't even deny it, agreed we should see different people because I wasn't doing it for her and I was a childish fool." Edward laughed but I felt bad. As I sat there and looked at him, how I felt after that searing kiss, what more did Tanya need?

Because he sure was doing all kinds of things to my insides and he wasn't even touching me.

"She's married to some older dude now and lives in Alaska, waiting for her fortune to drop in her lap when the guy dies," he ended.

"So, she's some kind of trophy black widow or something?" I snorted. I couldn't imagine him with a woman like that but he nodded and laughed as well.

"Piece of my history I would like to forget, but I wanted to make you feel better."

He kinda did, even though his story was from years ago and I couldn't make myself forget how dumb I was to let it drag on so long with Jake. It wasn't the same kind of story, but it made Edward feel bad about his sense of judgement and that was exactly how I felt about Jacob Black. A mistake, something I wish I could erase from my past and memories.

I bit my lip as I spilled my next question without thinking. "Only one girl, then?"

Edward laughed and raised an eyebrow, his eyes playful as he answered. "I'm not a monk, Enchantress," he said and shot me a wink. "I haven't really dated a lot, but I did have my share of one-nighters and a very awkward encounter with Princess Leia at ComicCon last year." He looked away from me, not at all embarrassed and I just couldn't contain myself from bursting out laughing.

"No way, you defiled the goddess of the galaxies?" I giggled as he joined in my laughter, a slight blush coloring his complexion.

"I wore my stormtrooper getup, felt a little rebellious to go out and fuck my boss's captured Princess." His words only made me laugh harder and I felt myself tearing up, my cheeks warm painful from all the hilarity.

"Thank God for ComicCon," I breathed.

"You're so beautiful when you smile," he said suddenly. I couldn't imagine looking anything but red-faced and teary-eyed from all the laughter but found his remark adorable. Edward's expression changed suddenly as he looked deeply into my eyes, it was like I felt myself being pulled closer to him and had another one of my speak-don't-think episodes.

"You make me forget about my mistakes," I said and slid my hand over his arm, feeling like that fifteen-year-old Bella again: vulnerable and inexperienced. "Wipe my memory, Warrior." I tried to sound sexy in my whisper and it seemed to get the job done. In less than a second, his lips were on mine, dominant and urgent.

My arms clung to his neck as he deepened the kiss, his hands on my waist and his kiss sending shivers throughout my entire body. Edward's lips were like a drug and I needed more. His tongue met mine and I knotted my fists into his shirt, pulling him harder against me. He groaned, a sound low and deep in his throat, sending the butterflies in my stomach into overdrive. I loved that sound but it wasn't enough. A breathy moan escaped my mouth as he kissed my neck and his hands drifted under the skirt of my dress. He cupped my ass tightly as if he wanted to hold me in place, and his hands seemed to leave scorching hot fingerprints behind. I felt myself melt into this kiss, this mind blowing, impossibly arousing kiss. He was a warrior, and I just lost the battle with my sanity as his teeth nipped the skin on the side of my neck.

"You're driving me insane, Isabella," he breathed, and I could feel the rapid beating of his heart from where my hands were knotted in his shirt. Edwards hands pulled me into him, grinding my lace-clad core against the harness in his jeans.

I moved my hips and he threw his head back against the couch as the most sexy moan I'd ever heard erupted from his mouth. The friction of the thick material of his jeans with my barely covered center was heavenly. We were wearing too much fucking clothing and it drove me wild. My hands pulled at his shirt as my lips roamed his neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he grabbed my hair, tugging my head so his lips found mine again. I gasped into his mouth but he didn't let go. He was totally in charge now, and it was unbearably hot.

I'm sure he'd be needing a mop later, because my panties must have been soaking wet at this point.

"I'm so sorry, I got carried away," Edward said as he broke the kiss, panting as much as I was. I shook my head violently, wishing he hadn't stopped, when the doorbell rang.

"Right, our food's here." He laughed and I moved off of him, pulling my dress down and looked at the bulge in his pants.

Poor guy.

"I'll get it, I'm afraid the delivery guy might get ideas when he sees you like this." I winked at him as I came down from the high of our kiss. I walked to the door and attempted to smooth my hair, knowing for a fact that my lips were a tad swollen from that make-out session and the blush covering my face and chest were as much of a giveaway as the erection in his pants.

-WOP-

Somehow we went from dry-humping on his couch to eating on the floor like nothing happened and again it felt like we'd known each other for years instead of weeks. Edward was not wrong about the size of the takeout container and the flavor of the food: it was heavenly.

We ate our dinner and laughed at stories Edward told me about growing up with his burly brother and his parents who had to endure all their antics. His mother was a gynecologist and his father an ER doctor. They met on the job, and the rest was history. He asked me about my family, and seemed genuinely sad when I told him about the broken relationship I had with my mother and her new family. It was like she knew she screwed up the first one she had and now tried so much harder to live her American dream. Edward wanted to know about my father and growing up in Washington but I could only tell him my dad and I got along fine, but didn't really have a very close bond. It occurred to me that the two of us were very different when it came to our families and upbringing. I felt a strong desire to learn more about the Cullens.

Enthusiastically, I let Edward know everything he wanted to about my job and Victoria. He seemed impressed, proud even with my bold move to show Victoria what I could do by editing the book myself. We talked about my expectations and I confessed I was really nervous for Monday, hoping I would not make my boss regret her decision.

After dinner, I helped Edward clean up the coffee table from stray spaghetti noodles and carried our plates into his kitchen.

"I love the sight of a woman in my kitchen," he joked as he watched me rinse the tableware. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, turning around to face him.

"Oh really?" I began. "That's your move, luring innocent women into your house for a comatose amount of pasta and making them your kitchen slaves?"

Edwards grin turned sly at my words. "I wouldn't exactly call you that innocent. Besides, kitchen slaves aren't really my thing. I like them somewhere else." He winked at me, a hot flash striking me, thinking about his statement.

-WOP-

I kicked off my boots and huddled over to where Edward sat on the couch. It was only after eight, so we decided to game a little. While the Playstation was booting up, we looked through his drawer of games and opted for a multiple-player shooter game.

It was a great choice, because I was really good at those games and Edwards cussing turned the whole war-thing into a comedy.

"How the fuck are you this fucking good?" His glasses had slid down his nose as he furrowed his brows in pure concentration.

I looked at him and shrugged. "My dad's a cop, and I was curious. I grew up on Call of Duty."

"A cop? Well I guess you'll have to tutor me later." He let out a laugh and I was amused at the way he handled me being better at this than him.

I caught him looking at me a few times while gaming, and he sneaked a few kisses onto my shoulder and neck while we waited for the next round to load.

"Edward," my voice broke through the sounds of gunshots and our shouting at our lousy teammates. He turned his head without caring he was still in the game and got shot by our enemy.

"You do realize it's midnight, right?"

The living room had gone pitch black, except for the big TV screen that lit up our faces. His brows shot up and he cracked his fingers.

"That always happens when I play online, I'm sorry," he said, sighing.

"What is it?" I said and put down his spare controller onto the coffee table.

"I feel like I wasted the entire evening with you now, please stay?" he asked me, his voice soft as his eyes pleaded me not to go home just yet.

I bit my lip. Staying would inevitably turn this into a sleepover. If I was being honest with myself, I knew I'd like that but I also didn't want to disappoint Edward by walking away from this glorious evening. So no matter how I turned it over in my head, the answer would be yes. Although I didn't want to be too bold.

"I don't have any clothes for bed," I said, noticing Edward got a smile on his face again.

"You can borrow some if you want to stay the night?" It sounded more like a question. We both sounded like we needed reassurance this date was going well. It was going amazing, actually, not at all like this was the first time we'd spent time together.

I doubted I was going to wear them to actually sleep in, but taking off this dress and getting comfortable sounded like a dream to me.

He ran off, putting on a few lights in the living room before disappearing into what I assumed was his bedroom. When he returned, he gave me a pile of clothes and showed me to his bathroom.

"They'll be too big on you, but you'll rock it anyway with your beautiful body." He actually winked at me and I rose to my tiptoes, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. It was a soft, sweet kiss. I genuinely felt so happy right now.

When he gave me some privacy, I went over my options. The lingerie seemed like too much to keep on since we were going to lounge around to watch a movie. I picked up the T-shirt he'd given me, pulled off my bra and looked in the mirror. The light in the bathroom was brighter than it was in the living room, so my nipples wouldn't be too noticeable. Even though he meant well, I think my gentleman knew very well he'd given me a very, very thin black shirt. The barbells in my nipples strained the fabric and I wondered if he'd notice I put those back in. I'd gotten my nipples pierced on my twenty-third birthday but unfortunately for me, Jacob ended up hating them so I took them out. When I broke it off for good, I was so happy the holes hadn't fully closed so I could wear them again. For me. Maybe a little to surprise Edward too, as Alice had told me to wrap myself up in things he hadn't seen before.

I didn't bother with the pants since they were far too long and big on me. The shirt covered my ass and a fair part of my upper thighs anyway, so it was modest enough.

I splashed some water on my face and found a tube of men's cleansing gel as I attempted to take off my makeup. When I was done, I felt vulnerable and naked, but didn't really care.

"Did you just get dressed up, or down?" Edward asked me, coming out of his bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of navy sweats that hung low on his hips, a V-shape descending into the pants. I had to tear my eyes away from his broad, muscled yet lean chest and abdomen to smile up at him. I could feel his gaze roaming my body, halting once he had traced up the length of my legs to the hem of the shirt, over my breasts and then my face.

"What?" I asked, not used to someone staring at me this way.

"You have freckles." His fingers went up to touch my cheekbones and nose. "I love them," he mused as my face heated up under his touch.

He took my hand and led me over to the couch, sat down and told me to do the same. Somewhere between picking a movie and laughing at our indecisiveness, we opted for a comedy. My body melted into his as he put his arm around my shoulders and I rested my head against his chest. His heart was thumping rapidly and his hands caressed my side absentmindedly. I just couldn't wait to touch him anymore, so I ran my hand over his chest and abdomen and heard his breath hitch in response. My lips found the hollow of Edward's throat, placing a trail of kisses. I worked my way up, kissing along his jawline until he grabbed my chin gently and closed the distance between us. The kiss started out gentle, but I needed him even closer to me, pushing my body flush to his and straddling his waist. We'd better not get interrupted again.

He licked my bottom lip and I let out a breathy moan when our tongues met. I could feel his erection against me again, and I cursed the fabric between us. Edward's hands traveled under my borrowed shirt, no longer a gentleman, and he groaned as he cupped my breasts.

"I don't think these were there before," he whispered huskily, flicking the silver barbells in my nipples, the sensation nearly making me flinch of pleasure.

"I didn't think your tits could get any better, but I'm glad you've proven me wrong." He kissed my neck, nipping the sensitive skin below my ear.

"If you like them so much, maybe you should get one as well," I joked. My laughter turned into a gasp when Edward ground up into me, his sweats-clad cock straining against my clit. This man was a first-class tease and judging by the smirk on his face, he knew that very well.

"Take off the shirt," he demanded in a rough whisper. My hands pulled the soft fabric over my head in record-speed and threw it somewhere behind me.

Yes, please.

Edward held me as he maneuvered us on the couch, laying me down on my back and crawling on top of me. He kissed along my neck and shoulders, down the valley between my breasts and looked me dead in the eye as his tongue swirled around my right nipple.

Fuck. Me. Now.

"Patience, baby." His hot breath fanned over my belly as he kissed me all over, stopping at the fabric of my panties. He was making me lose control over myself, because apparently I'd said that out loud.

"God, you're so perfect," Edward whispered to me, his fingers tracing my lips before he kissed me again. I clung to him, throwing my legs around him and fisting his hair. He rocked his hips into mine, he was so hard and still wearing those fucking sweatpants.

"You want me to stop?" he asked suddenly, breaking away from our embrace. My eyes grew wide as I saw the uncertainty in his eyes; they were a darker shade of green now, enticing me.

"Are you crazy? No, I want you, Edward," I said, my voice raspy and out of breath from making-out like two hormonal teenagers.

I wanted to pout and get him back onto the couch, but instead he took my hands and pulled me up as well. My chest crashed into his, the feeling of his bare skin on mine electrifying.

Edward led me to the door I'd seen him enter before. His bedroom. The sphere-light on his dresser along with the moon cast a hue onto the walls. I didn't care about his room right now, though, all I cared about was the man in front of me as he turned me around and kissed me again while he guided me down onto his incredibly fluffy, olive green bedding.

"Please, I need to feel you for real this time. Fuck me, I'm begging you," I whimpered when he pressed a kiss onto my center, my panties still in place.

I didn't have to ask again, because suddenly my underwear was gone, as were his pants, and he'd turned me onto my side. The rip of a condom wrapper broke our little moment.

Finally.

I could feel Edward's warm body against my back, his hand tracing the tattoo on my leg and resting on my ass, massaging it gently before I felt his length glide into my wet folds.

"Fuck," he groaned as I felt his cock inch into me slowly, too slowly.

"You feel so good, Isabella, so hot," he grunted, moving faster. This was worth waiting for, I had no words. I felt bad for his neighbors, because I couldn't seem to keep my noises to a minimum.

This was no sweet first time as he moved hard and fast. His hand slid up the side of my body, taking a hold of my leg and lifting it over his. I hooked it around him and this new angle made me see stars with every thrust, Edward gripping my thigh tightly.

"Edward," I sighed, and turned my head back so I could look into his eyes. He looked so fantastic with his lips parted, eyes almost shut.

I took the hand that held my thigh and guided him down to my clit, needing the friction to get my release.

He took the hint right away, kissing my neck while his fingers drew circles, bringing me closer to my orgasm.

My heartbeat skyrocketed fast as my release was building. Edward moved his fingers faster and his hips slammed into me hard with a steady rhythm.

"I can't hold on much longer, baby. Your pussy is just so fucking good; you're so tight," he groaned into my ear. I loved his dirty talk. My breathing turned into moaning as I climaxed, profanities escaping my mouth. This sex, and this man, left me utterly breathless. I could tell Edward's orgasm wasn't far behind. His movements got less controlled, he grew rougher and held me down harder. To be honest, that was making me horny again, and I had just had an earth-shattering orgasm.

"Fuck," he uttered, dropping himself onto the bed beside me where we both lay, panting like we'd run a marathon.

"Yeah," I somehow replied,covering myself with the blankets. My legs felt like jelly.

We lay in bed, my head in the crook of his arm. Edward took off his glasses and turned off the light after kissing me one more time.

"Thanks for staying," he mumbled against my lips.

No, thank you.

A/N

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