A/N: I love the questions about the new guy, Patrick. Everyone is jumping to so many conclusions, I love it!! Don't worry, you'll be able to put two and two together very soon! Also, I'm sorry it took me so long to post this next chapter. I have had so much going on with the holidays and then I couldn't figure out how to load something on FanFic (thanks to coldplaywhore for helping me with this by the way!!)
Besides the few minutes I spent yelling at Edward the other night, this was the first time I had been in his bedroom. After his song at Finnegan's, we excused ourselves from everyone's company and headed back towards Edward's house. His parents were gone, at a meeting in Port Angeles, which left us to ourselves. I hadn't said anything to him on the ride there, only holding his hand as if my life depended on it.
Was I crazy? Did I forgive him too easily? I wanted to stop and reevaluate everything, but all I could think of was the way Edward looked at me when he sang. The words that flowed from his lips and the passion behind the lyrics. How he looked directly at me in front of all those people and told me that he was wrong, and that he missed me.
Edward led me up to his bedroom, leaving all of the lights off as he walked towards the bed. I sat down on the edge and removed my boots, setting them in front of the nightstand. I glanced over my shoulder as Edward lay down on top of the comforter, and smiled when he motioned for me to do the same. We lay like that, just holding one another. It was long into the night, only slivers of moonlight cascading into Edward's bedroom. His arms held me close, and I could hear his even breathing in my ear.
"I'm sorry," Edward finally whispered to me. I opened my eyes and saw that he was only an inch from my face.
"I know," I responded softly, "so am I." I was sorry for pushing him away just as he had to me, and I was sorry that I had acted like a child. But most of all I was sorry that the both of us had acted foolish and almost threw this away.
"Can we talk?" Edward asked me. I nodded, looking at him as he shifted on the bed into a sitting position. I wanted badly to lay with him in silence, but I knew that we needed to discuss what was happening. For the sake of our relationship, for the sake of my sanity.
I reluctantly sat up and leaned into Edward's side. We were alone in the house, and it was the perfect opportunity to have this talk. But my nerves recognized it as a talk that could make or break this relationship.
"I want to know about everything," I started, "about what happened when you found out what you could do. How did you react? What happened to your family?" I wanted to know about Edward, every minute of his life.
"Are you sure?" he asked. I looked into his eyes and willed him to see that I was sure. I nodded. Now or never. Edward was silent at first, staring at the wall in the dark, as if he could see every crevice in the paint. I guess I could lead this in the right direction…
"How old were you when you found out you could… move things?" I asked. Edward's lips turned into a smirk and I felt his fingers squeeze into my side in a half hug.
"I was seven years old," Edward finally started, his voice quiet and calm. "At that age, kids don't have many chores, but my job was to take the garbage out every night. I remember being mad towards my dad because of a school trip he wouldn't let me go on. So mad that I was shaking. I guess my grades back then weren't up to his standards and in order for me to go with the class to the Aquarium in Chicago. I needed at least a B on my science fair project." Edward looked down and smiled at me.
"I got a C plus." I held back a laugh.
"Well, my parents sat me down that night and told me that I wasn't allowed to go on the trip, so I was really angry at them. Well, as angry as a seven year old could be I suppose. I got in a yelling match with my dad, and he sent me to take the garbage out. I remember slamming doors in the midst of my temper tantrum and throwing the bag in the garbage can outside. My dad yelled out the door that if I didn't calm down that I would be grounded. I guess it made me angrier.
"I threw the bag in the can and picked up the lid to the can and threw it so that it would hit the side of the house."
"Temper much?" I muttered. I had the image of a seven year old Edward being angry and I found it slightly amusing.
"You could say that," Edward mused. "Well, when I picked up the lid to the garbage can and threw it, it didn't actually hit the side of the house like I wanted it to. Instead it stopped in the air about three feet in front of me." I couldn't help but flinch when Edward continued with his story.
"I stood out there for what seemed like an hour, just staring at the lid. I didn't move, I didn't speak. I just stared. Carlisle finally stepped out of the house to reprimand me for playing around when I was clearly in trouble, but when he stepped off the porch and rounded that corner, he was just as shocked as I was.
"I was shaking when Carlisle eventually walked up to me and pulled me into a hug, and when I tore my eyes away from the lid and smashed my hands into the front of my dad's shirt, the lid fell."
"What happened?" I asked. Edward shook his head at the memories, and I could see his eyes glisten with unshed tears.
"Carlisle had brought me inside and we spent hours sitting in that living room trying to find out what happened. At first no one wanted to admit that anything had happened, but I could never forget the feeling that flew through me when my hand was out and I was holding that garbage can lid in the air. It felt like every inch of my skin was simmering in heat, pressed against an electrical socket, something." Edward paused, closing his eyes and leaning back against the headboard. I didn't speak, in fear that Edward would realize he shouldn't be telling me this and would kick me out. Minutes later he opened his eyes and sighed.
"Mom and Dad didn't mention it again after that night, but I spent countless hours in my room trying to move things. I started off with books and pencils, even shoes and whatnot. Nothing happened though, nothing would move.
"I think it was about two months later, and I was at school. There were kids picking on Alice in the hallway about her hair or something. I got really angry and pushed one of the kids. He pushed me back, so forth and so on. I had grabbed Alice's arm and started to walk away, but the kid came up behind me and pushed me down. Looking up at him from the floor, I remember feeling the electricity again. My fingers were twitching and I swear I could feel the heat radiate off of me. The kid had stepped towards me, trying to show off for his friends. But I held my hand out in front of me, waiting for him to come at me so I could fight. I didn't have to fight though because he flew back into the wall." I swallowed hard, listening to his recounting of the event.
"At first no one moved, but I saw that the metal buckles of the kids backpack were slammed against the wall. Nothing else moved, only those metal buckles. I had lowered my hand and listened as the kid yelled at us and threatened to tell his parents. But I ignored them, grabbing Alice's hand and running."
"Is that when you realized it was only metal?" I asked. Edward nodded, running his hand through his hair.
"Yeah, we went home and I called my dad at work, asking him to come home early. I told him what happened, and that's when I realized that both times I moved something was when I was extremely angry. My dad basically devoted all of his time to diagnosing what was happening to me, but I wanted to know more. I wanted to practice, move things on my own and not having to wait until I was pissed off."
"How old were you when you finally got the hang of it?" Edward looked over to me and smiled at my question.
"About ten. That's also when we realized Alice was my balance to it all."
"Yeah, Alice said something about her evening everything out, how you lose energy when you move things." Edward nodded.
"Yeah, but not as much energy as you would think. It started off as stupid things like dinner utensils and opening doors and things like that. I never felt any different after doing things like that. It was when Alice and I were walking around the neighborhood one day that we ran into one of the punk kids from school started messing with us. He ended up shoving Alice into one of those blue post office mailboxes that basically cover every street corner." I nodded. "Somehow when he pushed her, the box tilted and fell to the side, and on Alice." My hand flew to my mouth and I gasped.
"The kid ran off, because naturally that would get him in trouble, but I became scared and angry and moved it off her. It was the biggest thing I had ever moved, but I was so scared that Alice was hurt. The box flew like five feet away, and I felt every ounce of energy basically leave me. I remember Alice leaning over me, looking more concerned than necessary. And then everything went black.
"I woke up a few minutes later, my head in Alice's lap and her hands on my face. I felt weird, like her hands were on fire. When we got home, Alice and I were both out of it, but Carlisle was the one who put everything together. If it weren't for him we'd be lost." It was unreal, I realized. Edward had been through so much, I don't know how he managed to live a normal life.
"So no one ever found out about you?" I asked. Edward thought for a second but shook his head.
"No, not really. Like I said, it all seems to be linked to my emotions, so there are times that I can't control it. Alice and I usually keep to ourselves so that we stay safe, but when we moved here to Forks we met Jasper through my dad and his work, and then Emmett and Rose. It was one of those inevitable things I suppose. I was never careful enough."
"You were careful in Chicago, at least no one there knew." Edward was quiet. He closed his eyes and shook his head once. As the seconds of silence continued, it occurred to me that I may not know the entire story.
"Edward?"
"One person did see me back home, but we left Chicago when I was thirteen, so I never knew what happened or if I would have been exposed." I closed my eyes, wanting badly to smack myself. Curiosity of course got the best of me, and I opened my mouth to ask the question he more than likely knew was coming.
"What happened to expose you in Chicago?" Edward smiled and I knew then that I was right.
"Carlisle's account of that night is more accurate, because I was asleep for half of it." My eyebrow rose. "My family was out that night in the city. We went to see The Joffrey Ballet, the Nutcracker performance. My mom is a huge fan so Alice and I gave her tickets for Christmas." Edward paused and shifted his position on the bed.
"On the way back from the Ballet, I was asleep in the backseat, and there was an accident on the freeway. A couple had been driving home and hit a patch of ice or something. Ended up going off the edge of an on ramp to the highway. My father immediately stopped the car and tried to help them because emergency vehicles hadn't arrived yet." Edward stopped and licked his lips.
"That's when Alice woke me up." Edward's voice dropped and I felt a chill go through me as I envisioned what he was saying. "The woman was stuck in the car, it having rolled off the side of the hill. Carlisle and the man weren't able to pry the door open, and the woman seemed to be bleeding out or something. I remember Alice leaning in and telling me that I could help them. That I could use my gift for good. So I left the car and trudged through the snow and walked up to Carlisle. Nothing in the world can make me forget the screaming of the poor woman and the yelling of that man. I whispered to Carlisle to make the man look away somehow, and he all but pushed me towards the car. He was thrilled that I was even thinking of using my gift for something other than lifting the butter knife at the dinner table."
"You saved the woman?" I asked, somewhat excited at the thought of Edward being a hero. But he bit his lip and shook his head slowly.
"I tried so hard to get that door open, but it wasn't in time. I had never moved anything like that before, at least not when I was somewhat calm. Only when I was angry had I been able to do it. But out there in the cold and the falling snow, I got scared. It took me so long to get that door open. And when I did, Carlisle looked so sad that the woman was gone." Dead. She had died.
"Oh my… Edward, I am so sorry."
"I felt horrible, but Carlisle was suddenly eager to get me out of there. The man had seen me, and was asking questions. The police kept blaming his state of mind on shock, so no one asked twice. But that man wouldn't leave us alone. Kept visiting Carlisle at work and asking about me and what it was that I did. It became too much, so Carlisle took a job as far away as possible."
"Enter Forks," I mumbled.
"Pretty much," he sighed. Edward had been through so much, and it all made sense. He was a loner because he was protecting his family, protecting himself. Letting any new people in only presented problems. But I suppose that when you spend so much time around them, and you're not a complete moron, you'll notice things.
"I'm sorry you've been through so much," I said into the darkness. Somehow the silver light from the moon had disappeared, and the only source of light was coming from the green numbers of Edward's alarm clock.
"It comes with the territory I suppose," Edward joked. From the floor next to the bed I heard my cell phone start to ring.
"Really?" I said aloud, staring at the ceiling. Of all the moments for that damn phone to ring. I slid away from Edward's warm body and reached down to the floor for my phone. Staring at the screen, my stomach dropped when I saw that it was Charlie.
"Shit! What time is it?" I asked Edward. The phone continued to sing at me while Edward looked to his right at the alarm clock.
"Ten forty-five." Shit!
"Here we go," I muttered, pressing the 'Accept' button on my cell phone. "Charlie?"
"Isabella Swan, where the hell are you?" I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, realizing I had stolen that move from Edward himself.
"I am so sorry Dad, I went back to Alice's place and lost complete track of time. I am so sorry, I'll leave now and head home." I looked over at Edward, shrugging my shoulders. He looked upset that I had to leave, but I knew he understood. It was a school night, and I was the daughter of the town's police chief… there was no way to get around me going home.
"You better be here in fifteen minutes, Bella. You were pushing the ten o'clock mark. How do you think I feel coming home to an empty home?"
"I know, I'm sorry. I'm leaving now." I didn't give Charlie a chance to respond, and ended the phone call. Sighing, I gave Edward an apologetic look.
"I have to go…" I said. He nodded and stood, picking my shoes up off the floor and handing them to me.
"I'll walk you out," he said. We were silent as I grabbed my belongings and headed down the stairs. Edward helped me into my coat, his fingers lingering on my shoulders. Even through the layers of clothing separating our skin, I felt the warmth of his touch. It was invigorating and sensual all the same.
"I wish you didn't have to go," he whispered when I opened the door to the car. I knew what he meant; I didn't want to leave at all. We had just begun to talk everything out, and to stop now would only drive me crazy. When would we get another chance to sit and talk while we were alone?
"I know," I said. We didn't say anything else as I slid behind the wheel and closed the door. Edward smiled at me through the window, pressing his hand against the glass before stepping back. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the handprint he had left on the window as I started the car, wondering briefly if it would be weird if I didn't wash my car for a long time. Washing it would only remove the piece of Edward that I would have while driving around. Shaking my head though, I turned around and waved before heading down the driveway.
The ride home didn't take as long as I thought it would, and I wondered how far above the speed limit I was going. I rolled my eyes when I pulled into my parking spot outside of my house, seeing that all of the lights were on. Overreacting fool.
The front door opened and Charlie stood in the glow of the light, still adorned in his police attire. I noticed right away that he still had his gun holster on his hip. What was he going to do? Shoot me?
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I muttered as I approached him, hands tight on my purse strap.
"You and I are going to talk," Charlie said as I stepped around him.
"It wasn't like I was out partying," I said as I took my jacket off and hung it over the banister. "I was at Alice's house and we got wrapped up in talking. I'm sorry." I wasn't lying, right? I was at Alice's house… and I was talking… but I just didn't say who with. The door slammed, and I winced at the loud sound that echoed through the quiet house. The television was on in the living room, but was on mute. From the corner of my eye I could see a burly man run through a wall of other burly men. Football?
"Bella! I don't think you understand how serious this is!" Charlie was mad, I got that. But I was eighteen, an adult. And although I lived under his rules, I did think I needed a little leeway. But I didn't want to get in an argument like this close to midnight. I needed to calm him down and make him think he won.
"I do understand," I said calmly, "and that's why I'm sorry. I never would have stayed out past what I told you on purpose. I never would have done that." Charlie stood with his back to the door, staring me down almost. I wanted to yell at him and run upstairs, telling him that he couldn't tell me what to do and that I was an adult. Blah, blah, blah. But for some reason, I was calm.
"Charlie," I said, "I'm sorry." I could see the rough exterior melt, and I knew then that everything would be fine.
"Before I forget," Charlie grumbled, "the new guy at work, Patrick, told me to tell you hi. What's with that?" I shrugged my shoulders, not caring really.
"Nothing. He was nice when I called earlier. He seemed nice." I thought for a second and decided that now was a good a time as any to quench my curiosity.
"Where did you get a new deputy anyway? It's not like you have a variety of suitors for the job." Charlie rolled his eyes.
"Just moved here from Chicago. Something about family being here." Chicago?
"Edward and Alice are from Chicago," I said as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. "Maybe they know him." Charlie shrugged his shoulders and ducked his head.
"Sorry for being an ass," Charlie muttered, running his fingers through his peppered hair.
"Love you," I smiled, stepping forward to lay a kiss on his cheek. Charlie blushed, and I took the moment of speechlessness to run up the stairs.
"Good night!" I yelled. I paused before closing my bedroom door, and was relieved to hear the volume of the television turn back on, yelling the scores to a game at Charlie. I closed the door, turning to throw my stuff on the bed.
If it weren't for quick reflexes and the fact that I knew if I screamed, Charlie would be upstairs within ten seconds, the scream that bubbled within my throat would have sounded through the room.
"Bella," Edward nodded to me, comfortable on his perch on my bed. My heart was pounding, my pulse racing.
"What the fuck?" I whispered, stepping forward. I looked around the dark room, seeing the window open and Edward's shoes lying beneath the ledge. "Did you climb in here?" Edward nodded, looking mighty pleased with himself. I grinned, throwing my jacket and purse on the floor gently. Locking the door, I tiptoed towards the bed and all but jumped on top of Edward. He looked glorious there on my bed, his eyes shinning with admiration. Drawing my legs up beneath me, I positioned myself as close to him as possible. Edward's hands rested on the top of my legs, rubbing small circles on my tights.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. Edward shrugged as if it were nothing that he had climbed into my bedroom after eleven at night.
"I missed you," Edward said as if it was the easiest thing in the world, "and I didn't want to wait until tomorrow to see you." I couldn't let the smile on my face drop, and I wished that the blush on my cheek were masked by darkness. I stood suddenly, walking over to the light switch I had flipped when I came into the room. Pressing it down, I smirked when the room became void of light.
"What are you doing?" Edward whispered. His voice was thick with emotion, and I could feel the shiver roll through me. I walked back to the bed, careful not to trip in the darkness. The new surroundings gave me confidence I don't think I would have had normally. Sitting next to him on the bed, I reached up and touched his face with the tips of my fingers, letting them brush over the stubble on his chin and then his bottom lip. I heard his intake of breath and paused only a moment before I leaned in.
My lips only had to graze his to get the reaction I was hoping for. I felt his hands leave the bed and gently sink into my hair, bringing my face to cradle between his hands. I heard his breath in front of my face, and I silently cursed him for holding me back.
'I love you!' my mind shouted. But as Edward's lips came crashing down onto mine, I wasn't phased in the slightest that I normally would not have been ready for those words.
His lips were velvet, pulling only slightly at my bottom lip. I could feel his tongue slide against mine, and I whimpered helplessly. I had never been this close to someone, I realized to myself, so close and connected.
"Do you want me to stop?" Edward whispered against my mouth. I shook my head in the dark, hoping he would hear the silent 'no's' that I was screaming. He caught the message though and brought his mouth to graze my ear. I should have felt embarrassed about how loud I was breathing, but I was only matching Edward's rhythm, breath for breath. Slowly I felt his kisses travel along my jaw and stop at my throat. In one swift motion we went from almost sitting on top of each other to lying down on the bed.
My leg hitched around his hip, thinking on its own accord. I didn't think it was possible to move closer to him, but I was proven wrong when I felt Edward's arms push into my back and our hips met. I concentrated on the beating of my heart, trying to control it, but I felt a shiver when I could hear its echo. No, not an echo, I realized. I could hear two heartbeats. Edward's heartbeat was in sync with mine. Impossible, I thought. But that didn't stop my lips from searching for his. They met mine eagerly, and I felt the velvet touch of his tongue against mine.
"If we don't stop, we're going to get in a lot of trouble," he whispered. Edward's voice was deep, inviting and seductive. I nodded, not trusting my voice. We lay there, legs tied together and arms touching the others' body. I kept telling myself to stay calm and not touch too much. He was a man after all, he could only endure so much before he spontaneously combusted.
"I don't want to stop," I heard myself say. My eyes widened and I bit my lip. I cannot believe I just said that. What was I thinking? What is wrong with me? Edward's going to push me away and run for that window, not stopping as he meets air…
"Good," Edward responded. And then his lips were on me again. There was urgency, desperation and want. Edward's hands were on me, tugging at the clothing that separated us. I had no idea what was happening, only knowing that I reprimanded Edward's hands in my mind for not removing the clothing quick enough. A low moan escaped my throat, and I sighed as Edward's tongue traced along my bottom lip. Our tongues were dancing together, tasting the wonderment in each others' mouths.
I suddenly felt a wetness pool between my legs, and I pressed my center close to Edward. I should have been embarrassed that I was practically throwing myself at him, but I felt nothing but the excited thrill that urged me on. I let our tongues fight for dominance and let my confidence flow out. Slowly, my hand travelled from its position in Edward's hair to his hip, traveling towards the front of his jeans and resting over his bulge.
"Oh my god," Edward whispered, pushing himself into my touch. I lifted my hand away and reached for the hem of his shirt. Lifting it slowly, I let my fingers brush along his skin. But apparently tonight was not the night for exploration, because Edward sat up and tugged his shirt off in one motion. I gasped. His pale skin was illuminated by the small amount of light coming from outside, and I thanked the heavens that tonight there were no clouds pouring rain on the town and hiding that moonlight. Because tonight there would be no way to keep me from seeing his beautiful body.
"You're beautiful," I said. Edward laughed softly and shook his head. From the first floor I heard the television turn off, and I froze. It was comical, I thought. Edward was lying on his back with no shirt on, and I was lying half over him, my sweater dress shifted up over my body so that it was bunched on my hips. One more move and it was going to be off my body. Tights next. Edward's face was flushed, eyes sparkling, and I knew that my face matched his. Charlie's footsteps climbed the stairs and we didn't breathe until we heard him close his bedroom door.
"Finally," I whispered. I wasn't going to stop… I was just going to be quiet. I sat up and lifted my dress over my head and then took off the tights. Edward's eyes were trained on me, and his mouth hung open in shock. I don't think he expected me to strip that easy, but when I looked down I realized that I was still wearing a black lace set that I had dared to wear. It was see-through.
"Lord save me," Edward whispered before he dove forward and latched his mouth to my right breast. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. The feeling of Edward's tongue flicking my nipple beneath the lace of my bra was unbelievable.
"Edward," I whispered. His hands drifted down to cup my behind, pressing me against him. My mind kept floating back to the night he had helped me, and I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty.
"No," I said. Edward's tongue flicked out once more, and then he looked at me. I gasped when I saw that his eyes were a dark black, all the gold gone. He cocked his head to the side and looked at me in confusion.
"No, Edward," I repeated myself. I pushed back slightly and moved to put my hand back over the bulge in his pants. "Tonight is about you." He started to argue with me, but I quickly pulled back and positioned myself so that I was on top of him. My fingers gripped the button on his jeans and I popped it open in one motion. Edward's eyes closed and I smiled in satisfaction. I pulled the zipper down slowly and my mouth dropped open when I saw that the bulge in his pants looked so much bigger now.
I carefully pulled his jeans down, leaving him only dressed in a pair of dark green boxers. Beautiful. Our skin glowed in the small amount of moonlight, and I shifted so that I was bending over Edward's chest. Slowly I bent my torso and started to lay kisses on his skin. It was like licking honey, sweet and supple. Every inch of him was pure wonderment, a treasure that I somehow found and was able to keep for myself.
"Mmm," I moaned. Edward's eyes closed and his back arched, pushing his body into my touch. Mine, all mine. I reached down and gently tugged at the top of the boxers, shyness overwhelming me. I wasn't an angel when it came to fooling around with someone. I was a virgin; I hadn't let anyone touch me like that. I still held values and wanted it to be when I was in love. I'd let Kaiden touch me, and I'd given him hand jobs. But never had I put my mouth on someone before. And as I freed Edward's dick from his boxers, I suddenly wanted my first time like that to be with him.
He was perfect. The golden hair that lay finely towards the bottom of his stomach had trailed downwards, creating a little trail for me to follow. It was like I had struck gold. He was large, much larger than Kaiden had been. Much larger than my friends back at home had described their conquests.
I suddenly wanted him all. Shifting myself down, I ran my nose along his length, breathing in his musky scent. Edward's breath caught in his throat and I heard him moan.
"Oh Bella, sweet Bella," he whispered. I was glad that even though I was touching him there, he was still remaining quiet enough not to alert my father.
"You want me to touch you?" I teased. Edward nodded, and I slowly poked my tongue out and ran it along the head. Pre-cum had started to form at the tip, and I licked it all up before I took a breath and opened my mouth to fit him in my mouth completely. Edward moaned into the air, and I smiled. Lifting my hand, I wrapped it around the base of his cock, moving it in rhythm with my mouth. Edward was holding onto the sheets with a death grip, his hips rocking in tune with me.
I ran my free hand along his chest, raking my fingernails along his nipples.
"Bella!" Edward gasped. Pulling back, I lay my tongue flat along his shaft and slowly ran it along the length. Swirling my tongue along the tip, I covered him once more as I felt him twitch beneath me, and I made the quick decision on what to do next. Sucking forcefully, I scraped my teeth along the underside of his cock, groaning with pleasure as he started to cum in my mouth. Swallowing every drop until I knew he was dry, I pulled back and ran a finger along the corner of my mouth.
I felt Edward shudder beneath me, and seconds later he opened his eyes to watch me.
"That was amazing," he whispered. I felt very aware of the power I held at that moment, and I felt the confidence surge within me again. Positioning myself so that I was on my knees and still straddling him, I ran my right hand down my body and started to play with the black lace below my belly button.
"Are you watching Edward?" I asked. His eyes widened and he nodded quickly.
"Good." I dipped my fingers into the material and was pleased to find that I was wet and slippery. My fingers easily slid over my clit, and I quickly started a circular motion over my skin.
"Bella, you don't know what you do to me," Edward whispered. I refused to take my eyes away from him, letting my fingers have a life of their own. Edward reached up then and put his thumb where my finger was, taking over the motions that were quickly leading me to heaven.
"You're so wet," he said in awe. I nodded, licking my lips. My breath was quick and shallow and I reached my hands up to cup my breasts. Running my fingertips over my hardened nipples, I pinched them slightly. That's all I needed to see starts explode behind my eyelids, and I bit my lip as I muffled my cry of pleasure.
Edward's thumb stopped moving, and as I rode out the last of the orgasm, he pulled me down to lay next to him.
"I'm staying the night," Edward told me. I didn't care that he didn't ask if it was okay. I wanted him there. I nodded, letting him know that I expected nothing less. I didn't plan on letting him leave my side anytime soon.
So, any ideas what's gonna happen next? Please review, it makes me happy! 3 Ashley