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She was exquisitely beautiful, pale and delicate. Her lips were full and red from their kissing, her cheeks tinted pink.
Her hands travelled down his sides, grabbing the hem of his pyjama pants, pushing them lower.
Edward looked into her large, dark eyes.
"What?" she said, biting her lip. "Am I… am I too forward?"
"No." He silenced her with a long kiss to show her exactly how he felt. She sighed when she felt his hand on her breast, and shuddered when he started caressing it, running his thumb across her nipple, watching her face as she moaned.
Slowly, he moved lower, until he was directly above her breasts. They were divine, creamy white and pink and perfectly round. He kissed her soft skin and she sighed again. He licked over her nipple and she whimpered with joy.
He had dreamed of her breasts, but no dream had come close to this voluptuous reality. Any idea of shyness was forgotten once he sucked, humming blissfully. Her hands met in his hair, pulling gently.
Edward was almost certain that he'd died and gone to heaven.
He moved his fingers down her stomach, over her flat belly, her hipbone, to the waist of her panties.
"Edward," she sighed.
His fingers moved further, stroking the patch of coarse hair between her legs, moving further still.
She was hot, and wet, and she groaned when he touched her.
"Can I take these off?" he murmured, surprised by how hoarse his voice sounded.
"Yes," she sighed.
Between nibbles and licks, he pulled her panties over her feet. He kissed his way upward on her slight body, worshipping her calves and thighs, her hips and stomach, until he was back to her breasts.
Bella's hands were roaming his body, down his belly, into his pants.
"Oh, God…"
He thought he'd explode once she touched him.
"Are you going to take these off now?"
She smiled and bit his neck.
"God, yes."
He got rid of the last piece of clothing that separated them and was back on top of her.
"Should we…" He swallowed. Of course she would know that he'd been hoping for this if he admitted that he had condoms in his bedside table. Not that he had hoped for it to happen necessarily tonight, but…
"Do you have a condom?" she whispered, her breath hot on his chin.
"Y-yes…"
He fumbled through the drawer for a second.
He looked at her when he got it. She was licking her lips, watching him roll it on.
"Come here."
She opened her arms and pulled him back on top of her.
"I love you, Bella." He kissed her, and she responded eagerly.
It was hot and wet and full of passion and want, and between shared breaths and pounding hearts, he slipped into her, her eyes growing wide and his thoughts becoming incoherent.
All that mattered was that they were giving themselves to each other, and that they fit like they were meant to be. One.
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