BPOV

Not quite ready to open my eyes to find that I had been dreaming and that my arms weren't wrapped around Edward. I sneaked a peek and discovered that he was indeed lying next to me. Reality was much better then my dream considering we were both wrapped around each other. Not ready to let him go, I decided to just enjoy the comfort of being in his arms.

For the first time in years I had actually slept through the night. Normally my nights consisted of hours of insomnia before I would finally fall asleep for a couple of hours. Last night I didn't remember waking.

It took me a while to fall asleep knowing Edward was in the same bed. When he took his shirt off, I was blown away. He had always been in great shape, not big and bulky like Emmett, just the right amount of muscle definition. The memories I had hung onto for so long didn't compare to him now. It took all of my will power to keep my hands to myself. I didn't want to scare him away by attacking him, so I slept with my hands under my pillow.

Not for sure when I had latched onto him in the night but it gave me a reason to feign sleep to run my hands across his chest, his stomach and his sides. Eyes closed, I was using just my fingertips tracing patterns on his stomach when his muscles clinched and a hand came down on top of mine stopping my path. The feeling of being caught with my hands in the cookie jar came over me, so I froze.

"I know you're awake. You're holding your breath," he said, pulling me tighter against his side.

"How long have you known?" I asked, conceding my loss.

Laughing he said, "The entire time. You were never good at pretending you were asleep."

Sounding serious he added, "Last night I realized how much I missed watching you sleep."

Leaning up to look at him and to say something, I surprised myself by kissing instead. As soon as his lips touched mine, I realized he had no intention of stopping. He took control of the embrace, his hands, his mouth filled with the same wild desire I had been feeling since I woke up.

I exulted in the frenzied loss of control, because I knew he was a person who always kept a tight rein on himself.

My fingers tangled in his hair, I moaned overwhelmed by him, his hard muscles, soft lips, and strong hands moving down my body. With his hands moving up and down my body all thoughts aside from getting both of us naked disappeared.

Sensing both of our needs and our urgency, his lips left mine, as he moved away to pull the covers tangled around us. My hands joined his, pushing the blankets to the floor.

Then his mouth was back on mine, the intensity of his kisses growing. My own reaction swirling into something so intense, so totally absorbing, a frenzy of ravenous need.

His lips left mine again as he leaned back on his knees, pulling me up with him, his hands under my tank top, pushing it upward. Without hesitating I raised my arms to help him. Tossing it to the floor, his smoldering gaze burned into mine. Taking in the sight of this gorgeous man, his tousled hair, I had to bite my lip before a whimper escaped.

His lips returned to mine briefly before he pressed openmouthed kisses along my jaw, my neck, my shoulder, and down my chest until he reached my breasts, which ached and throbbed for his touch.

He paused again, studying me. I whimpered, "Don't stop." Wanting his touch so desperately, begging him for it. Hearing my plea, his lips catching my nipple, sucking on it until a broken, strangled cry passed from my lips.

He suckled harder, his tongue and teeth nipping the tender flesh, stopping long enough to move his attention to the other. One of them either in his mouth or in the palm of his hand.

Despite the astonishing thrill of his touch, I wanted more, slipping my hands between us to the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down his hips. He leaned back and shoved them the rest of the way down, kicking them across the room.

I giggled at the image, maybe even contemplated how we got to this point, but I didn't have time for that. He was pushing me back down, moving over me. His lips finding mine again and we were once more lost in the delicious act of tasting each other.

My legs parted to cradle him right where I wanted him. His hard erection against the only barrier between us, my shorts, created an agonizing and incredible friction against my aroused, wet sex.

Moaning against his lips, pulling him tighter to me with my legs. He made a noise low in his throat in response, the hands that were tangled in my hair moved away. Bracing one hand against the bed as he leveled himself up and slipped his other hand between our bodies. He caught the leg of my shorts, tugging them down my legs, baring me.

I didn't feel the least bit of embarrassment or uncertainty. I wanted him and I wanted him to know just how much.

Running the pad of his finger back up my leg, "You are so beautiful." He worked his way to my core; one finger parted me, touching my already wet entrance. His finger a teasing torture. He gently entered one of them into me, working it back and forth while his mouth nipped up and down my neck.

"Edward, please, I want you so badly." I moaned as my head rolled around on the bed. He slid another finger in me and began moving them both. "Please." I begged. I wanted it all, all of him. It had been way too long.

His lips once again found their way back to mine, his tongue slipping inside my mouth, mimicking what he wanted to do. And I wanted it too. Nearly panting with desire, I nipped his bottom lip, spreading my legs wider.

That was all the invitation he need, because his mouth left mine as his eyes met mine, his so serious and smoldering.

"God, I love you so much." His voice breathless.

His eyes held mine a moment longer, then he entered me, giving us what we both wanted. He slowly slid his entire length deep inside me, filling me and stretching me. It was perfect.

For a few seconds, he simply stayed that way. Just enjoying our connection, not knowing where I started and he began.

I touched his cheek, understanding the intensity and the wonder of our union. He nuzzled my palm, closing his eyes, seeming to bask in my caress.

Then he started to move, sliding in and out in a slow steady pace. I closed my eyes, letting my hands slide down his back, feeling each ripple of muscle as he moved. Just as the slow rhythm got to be too much, he started to move faster and harder, filling me deeper then I ever imagined.

Arching my back into the mattress, my legs locked around his hips, my release flooded me, leaving me limp. Edward followed, his breathing coming in short pants, his skin damp from exertion and release.

After a few moments, he lifted his head from where it rested on my chest, "I changed my mind," he whispered.

I frowned not quite following. What had he changed his mind about? Me? Us? This situation?

Trying to sound calm I asked, "About what?"

"The beat of your heart. That's what I missed the most."