...and finally.
She presses her lips to mine. Slight pressure just to test the waters.
But first kiss or not, it's nowhere near enough.
I trace her lower lip with my tongue asking for permission.
But as Isabella often does, she surprises me. Pressing my head closer to hers, she plunges her tongue deep into my mouth.
And I take full advantage.
Tongues.
Sucking.
Deep.
More.
Jesus this girl can kiss.
After a moment of all hell breaking loose, she tears her lips from mine. Not wanting any of this to end, please never end, my lips move across her chin, her cheek, her jaw…
"Oh, God. Edward. Wait."
I freeze. Tongue on her neck, teeth poised.
"Edward?"
"Yeth?"
"How about we move this to my bedroom?"
I place one last lingering kiss, suck, nip on her neck and slowly straighten up.
Instead of responding how I want to, I kiss her forehead to calm myself and then question why the fuck I want to calm down.
Fuck it.
I scoop her up and plant one on her. "Anything you want Isabella Marie Swan."
A/N: And that's that. Epilogue is next.