The Meaning of Words

Edward's mouth trailed a path of warm kisses down her neck and toward her bared chests, which heaved against his skin with every breath.

She couldn't get close enough.

Couldn't feel him against her enough to satisfy this intense ache.

His lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking it deep within his mouth as he savored his affections upon her body. She moaned, closing her eyes to better feel him there. His hands caressed her body, wrapping around her hips and pulling her on top of him.

They were both naked and writhing against each other, and every part of her ached for him to slide deep inside her.

She tried to maneuver herself onto him more fully, reading to sheath his body into hers but he flipped her onto her back, his lips never leaving her body.

She began to protest, to beg him to finish this crazy foreplay, but she couldn't find the words she needed. His lips had moved down her body, slipping along her belly and lower still.

She couldn't breath.

Couldn't think.

Tight fists clawed at her hair as he parted her thighs and kissed her sex with wild abandon.

She'd heard of how this felt for a woman, but never had experienced it herself to this extent. Always been so self-conscious to even allow such a thing, Bella didn't have one negative thought at the moment.

Her entire focus laid faceted on what he was doing with that wicked tongue, those skilled hands as the massaged her clit, making her body curve off the bed as her orgasm tightened in her belly.

"Edward . . ."

"Tell me, mi amore," he whispered against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "Tell me what you want."

His finger entered her sex, plunging deep inside, only excelling her need for him to a higher level.

"Mmmm, more," she moaned. "I want you."

"You have me, my darling. I want you to give yourself to me. Now. Always."

Now.

Always.

The words were her undoing.

Did he really feel for her the way she did for him?

Could these emotions roiling inside her chest be more than any infatuation could ever contain?

"Do not think, baby. Only feel. Feel. Me."

His fingers dove deep as his mouth surrounded her clit, his tongue doing a dirty dance along her silken skin until she was ready to burst with need and desire.

And in her mind as she fell to pieces, she allowed his words to churn and mingle – to make love – with the emotions they provoked.

It was more than she could ever dream for.

And the night had just begun.