Chapter 21 - BPOV
Still reeling from my own pleasure, I kiss him lazily, bucking beneath him and squeezing around him. My name spills from his lips as he climaxes, emptying himself deep inside me.
I hold him to me, stroking his back, caressing his face as I kiss his sweat soaked hair, "I love you too, Edward."
"I'll never get tired of hearing it."
I smile as he lifts his head, grinning at me and nuzzling against my cheek, "Say it again... and again... and again," he teases, sliding his hands down my thighs, trailing kisses down my chest.
"I'll say it as many times as you want, just don't stop doing that. I love you."
"I won't ever stop, just as long as you want me, I'm yours."
"In that case, we might need to test your stamina," I tease, pecking his lips.
"Ready and willing, sweetheart, ready and willing," he grins.
"Hmm... this is it." His tone is drowsy and content as I lay my head against his shoulder. His arm wraps around me, his body curving to fit mine as I spoon against him.
"What's it?"
"This feeling... it's that feeling people spend a lifetime searching for, the one they're always longing for. This is it, and we've found it."
"Mmm," I hum, kissing him softly. "I think you're right."
We both let out a yawn, but neither of us wanting to sleep yet.
I look up at him and smile.
"What?" he asks.
"Do you have any chocolate ice cream?"
"Yeah probably, why?" he says arching an eyebrow.
"Because I'm hungry," I say with a smile.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, with sprinkles please."
He gets up from the bed and grabs his boxers, walks to the door and turns around.
"I love you, Bella," he says, walking out the door.
"I love you too," I say, laying back against the pillows.
Mmm... the things he made me feel. Wow... I can't wait to do it again.
He comes back in carrying a bowl of ice cream.
"Here you go sweetheart," he says, sitting next to me.
I pull the sheet up and sit up.
He takes the spoon and plunges it into the ice cream. Lifting it to my lips, he puts it in my mouth.
I close my lips around the spoon and moan.
"Mmm... Edward," I say, as he removes the spoon.
He repeats this a few times before he sets the bowl on the night stand and takes me in his arms.
He kisses me hungrily as he slowly lifts me into his lap.