Friday Afternoon, July 29th

Twisting the knob, I see that he left the door unlocked. Just like he said he would. I push the door open and except for the light streaming in through the partially covered window, his apartment is dark.

I take a moment to look around. It's the first time I've been here without Edward's mouth attached to some part of my body. And even though I know I shouldn't, I decide to look around for a bit.

The room is modern, minimalist. The furniture is sleek yet practical. There are no pictures anywhere, but there are a couple of random paintings hung on the otherwise-bare walls. If I didn't know he was in the next room sleeping, I would think that no one was ever here.

It strikes me that even though we've been nearly inseparable since we met, I don't know much about Edward. At all. I reason that I know the important things. Like where he lives…that he has a job…that he knows my body better than any man I've ever been with. Including Seth…and I dated him for over a year.

And he's been so unlike anyone I've ever known. He's funny and sweet and god…just thinking about him right now makes me wonder why I'm standing in here by myself. I strip off my clothes, down to my bra and panties and walk over to his bedroom. The door is open and when I peek in, I see Edward sprawled out on the bed. He's on his side and completely naked, save the white sheet that covering his ass. I can't help but just stare at him in awe.

Fuck, he's perfect.

I crawl up on the bed, trying not to wake him. And I curl myself against his back, wrapping my arms around his waist. My fingers lightly trace his stomach and I feel him shudder under my hands as his muscles contract.

And now I'm wet.

"You're here," he murmurs sleepily, rolling over and looking in my eyes.

His eyes dart down to my mouth, which I'm sure is hanging open like a panting dog because yeah…that's what he does to me.

Every.

Single.

Time.

"I told you I would come."

He pulls me close, his warmth enveloping me; his scent – all masculine and smoky – covers me.

"No, baby," he says. "I'm the one who says when you come."

And I don't know how he does it. With just one turn of phrase, he melts me into a puddle and I'm nothing but liquid.

His hand reaches down between us and slides into my already-wet panties. His fingers slide against my needy, slippery skin.

"Fuck," he rasps. "You're so ready for me, aren't you, sweet girl? You're always so fucking wet and ready for me."

My mouth finds the soft skin between his shoulder and neck and I lick and suck him there, knowing how much he loves it. And then I bite him gently, nipping at him, tasting his skin on my tongue. He groans and the sound shoots through me like lightning. My body ignites with the electricity of it all. His breath, his hands, his fingers and cock.

"Are you ready for me?" I ask, reaching down to take his glorious length in my hand. I love the way the weight of it feels. I love that I know exactly what it's going to feel like inside me.

Opening and stretching.

Pulsing and pushing.

"I wasn't," he says, grunting softly as I grip him. "There's no way I would ever have been ready for you, Bella."

And right now, he seems vulnerable and open – like he wants to share more with me than just this mostly-physical relationship. I pull back to look in his eyes. They're so soft and I know he's going to say something. I feel it. But he shakes his head softly and covers my mouth, sucking my tongue inside while his fingers make me come.

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A/N

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