He's at my place tonight. He's being sweet; brought me dinner and even seems to be in a better mood than usual.
Edward is a horny, horny guy.
After the blow job, he's been more handsy.
Whereas before he would stop before things got too heated, now he lets things continue.
Like now.
I'm on top of him.
Shirt off and I didn't wear a bra today.
Hips grinding, he's groaning underneath me.
So, so good.
I unzip Edwards jeans and then my own and after awkward pulling and tugging, we're both down to our underwear.
This is it.
It's time.
"Take your panties off," he moaned, already working at his boxers.
His eyes never leave my body, though.
I'm naked but under his gaze I feel safe. Wanted. Maybe even beautiful.
Edward wants to be on top, but I don't let him. No. Not this time.
We had already had the talk before. The one about STDs and birth control.
We're okay. We're covered.
I sink down on top of him slowly, slowly.
He's watching me. When it becomes too much he shuts his eyes. Head thrown back.
He let's me set the pace until he's close.
So close.
His fingers dig into my hips and guide me faster.
He thrusts up to meet mine.
He explodes, I explode.
I see stars. Blinding light.
And it is so, so good.