Wednesday Afternoon, August 3rd

"What do you do?" I ask.

I'm on my stomach and Edward is on top of me kissing and licking a wet trail down my back. His hands drag up my thighs, nails scratching while my body tingles all over. I tell myself it's from the way he's touching me and not from the nervousness I feel at asking him this simple question.

"Does it matter?" he asks, his teeth biting down on the skin of my shoulder.

"No," I tell him honestly. "It doesn't."

His hands are covering my ass now, grabbing and squeezing as he pulls me open. I feel his cock slide against my pussy and it's amazing to me that he can already be hard again after everything we've done in the last hour.

"Do you want to feel me inside you again, sweet girl?" he asks. And I know he knows the answer because he can feel the evidence of my "yes" coating his sex. "Do you want to feel me pushing into you from behind, fucking your sweet pussy this way?"

He presses harder against me and I can feel his tip opening me, his shaft sliding along my lips. I whimper and moan because fuck, I want it. He knows I want it.

"Tell me," he says. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me like this, Bella."

And I do want him like this. I want him like this more than I can say with any words. But I want him in other ways, too. I want to know more about him. I want to know who he is…what he does. What is his life when he's not here with me like this for a few hours every day?

"I want you," I tell him. "Like this…"

I want everything you want to give me.

He pulls on my hips, trying to lift me up. His breath is harder and more intense in my ear.

"Lift up for me, baby," he says. "I need you."

Complying, I push up on my knees. I feel the bed sink under his weight behind me. His hands rub the swell of my ass, petting me, adoring me. His fingers slide against my pussy, opening me up.

"Drenched," he whispers in my ear. "You're so soft and hot and wet."

"Because of you," I say. "All because of you."

"Open," he says. "Open for me."

Open for me.

Open up to me.

I think it, but I can't say it.

I feel him push inside, completely sheathing himself inside me. He stays like that for a moment. For a long moment. And the only sound in the room is our breathing – loud and labored with the intensity of what we're doing.

"Why?" he asks. "Why do you want me like this? Why do you want me…the way that you do?"

And there's no answer to his question. There are no words that I can say to explain the way he makes me feel. I'm sinking deeper into this sublime feeling of passion that he evokes. It's too much to bear.

"Because I do."

And with my inadequate words, he pulls completely out and pushes back in again. Hard and soft…and in and out as he fucks me.

So good.

He fucks me so, so good.

And we come together – him pulling my head to the side and breathing my name into my mouth and me on my knees silently asking him for more than he's ready to give.

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A/N

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