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They landed on her bed, him on top of her who was still wet and dressed in nothing but a towel. He was pulling at the corners, his eyes sparkling as if he was unwrapping a gift.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered against her jaw line, tiny kisses warming her cool skin. "My beautiful Bella…"
His lips were soft and a titillating contrast to the light scuff on his chin and cheeks. The combination made her shudder. His weight on her was delicious, but she needed to touch some skin also, and her fingers were impatient as they pulled at his shirt.
With a devilish, small grin, Edward complied and threw it to the corner of the bed while Bella's fingers were already unbuttoning his jeans.
"You're very eager," he whispered, his warm breath tickling her neck.
"You're very sexy," she replied, pulling at his pants.
She was aware of the way he was watching her, with unmasked desire in his eyes. It didn't make her feel self-conscious though: Edward made her feel sexy, too.
His jeans came over his feet and she wasted no time hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. She licked her lips, and then she licked him, his pleasured moans spurring her on. He tasted salty and musky and sweet, and she enjoyed the sounds he was making, and the feel of his fingers in her hair.
"Oh, God…" he groaned. "Come here, baby…"
His hands were on her shoulders and when she looked up at him through her lashes, his face was flushed, his eyes hooded.
"You don't want me to continue?"
"I want to be inside you…"
"Oh, God…"
Two seconds later, she was on top of him, sinking down on him, watching him in his pleasure. His hands were on her breasts, her waist, her thighs, and hers were on his chest. It was intense pleasure, hot and impatient, their sounds echoing off the walls of the bedroom. Skin slapping on skin, sighs and moans, and a soft cry as Bella neared the apex of her lust. Edward's fingers dug into her hips as he moved her rapidly, an almost feral growl escaping him as he found his release.
Bella finally collapsed on Edward's chest – they were a panting, messy bundle of limbs and sweat and galloping hearts.
"I love you," he whispered thickly once his breathing was back to normal.
His pointer finger painted lazy patterns on her back, up and down, tender and sweet. He had this gift of making her feel adored, and secure, and happy inside her own skin. Things that were not always taken for granted by Bella Swan.
She moved off of him but snuggled up to his side immediately, and he wrapped her in his arms. She nuzzled his neck with her nose, breathing him in, sweat and all.
"I love you too," she responded, placing her palm above his heart. "So much."
"So much," he echoed, and with that, they fell into a long and thorough kiss.
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