Hey coffee addicts! Hope everyone is settling in to the New Year with happy hearts. Here is more of our couples' weekend. Enjoy. Xx

As usual, a thank you to the ladies who make CG pretty: Brie, Kitchmill, Jen, Kelly, and Kim. Thank you, ladies.

Another childhood story that gives my age away…When I was twelve I was given the opportunity to ice skate in a local Macy's holiday show with Kitty and Peter Carruthers as a Christmas present while they did their performance. The short story is that I ended up with a sprained wrist and a hundred bucks. At twelve, a day of no school and cash was cool.

Chapter Twenty-One

When I woke up in Edward's embrace on Saturday I was ecstatic to know that what had happen between us wasn't something I dreamt up. The soreness between my legs would have been enough of a reminder, but being in his arms, with my head on his chest made the memory that much more special. I didn't know what Edward had planned for the rest of the weekend, but I would have been content to spend it in bed.

My fingers were gliding along Edward's chest when he woke up. "Good morning, love." The gruffness in his voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Good morning to you as well, Eddie." He answered my tinkling laugh with a growl and rolled me over so he was on top of me, and then he proceeded to blow raspberries all along my neck. My laughter grew as I continued to squirm and try to get away.

"Uncle!" I cried out as I gasped for air.

He stopped but made no effort to move from above me. His warm breath lingered on my throat as a fire began to build in the pit of my stomach. An ache settled between my legs and I squirmed some more.

Now that I knew what caused that ache and what made it disappear, I craved his touch. The way Edward's fingers triggered every response from my body without any leading from myself made me want to have the same effect on him. I loathed my inexperience, and it made me wish I knew how to illicit the same response from him.

But I was a student through and through, and my desire to return every feeling that Edward gave to me last night caused the words to flow easily from my mouth. "Show me what you like…teach me how to please you."

He collapsed down onto me with a shuddered breath. "You just can't say things like that and not expect me to take you."

He rolled us over so that I was astride him, his hard length sitting right at my bare, wet center. All it would take is one slight move and he'd be buried deep within me, but the fear of not knowing what to do was paralyzing. As if he could sense the apprehension flowing through me, Edward placed one hand on my hip and used his other to test my readiness for him before he guided me down on him.

My breath hitched when he was inside me completely. I felt so full. It was different than last night, but not any less enjoyable. When I slightly shifted my hips I felt a moan build up in my throat. With an urging from Edward, I ebbed forward. The simple movement was enough to make me want more, but I wanted this to be about him. "I feel so…good…and full. But I want you to show me what you like."

Edward pulled me down for a kiss and the motion pushed me down his length again and caused us to moan into each others' mouths. I couldn't prevent myself from seeking more pleasure. I wasn't in possession of rational thoughts anymore; the words "more, more, more" played on a repetitive loop as I moved without my own knowledge.

Somehow my body was telling me to take and Edward was happy to go along for the ride. That indescribable feeling I had last night began to build again. I was chasing it, faster and faster I rocked. I couldn't form the words to ask for help with finding the release I so wanted. They weren't needed, though.

Edward took hold of my hips, pressing me down and then guiding me forward. "That's it, love. I can feel you fluttering. You're so close, aren't you?"

I was incapable of anything but nodding. I wanted to shout that I was, but my tongue was stuck in my throat as I tugged at my hair. "I'm going to make you come so hard that you'll see stars."

I believed him.

It was instantaneous. His words were met with my silent scream as I rocked harder and harder, clenching him tightly deep within my body. I never wanted the feeling to end.

The words finally came. "Oh God, yes…so good…never knew." I didn't stop as the tremors continued to flow and I continued to ride out the pleasure.

Edward hissed out his response. "Only good with you."

His grip on my hips tightened and he pushed up hard, tensing up like a bow before the arrow was shot. Even through the lingering quivers I felt him come. The vein in his neck looked like it was about to burst as expletives flew from his lips. The word 'fuck' never sounded so good before.

When he went limp under me, I laid down on his chest. His racing heartbeat matched my own.

"You don't need…to worry…about my…teaching you…you're doing amazing on your own." Even though his panted out response was nice to hear, I was still going to find out how he liked to be pleasured with my mouth.

~o~o~o~

When we awoke later on that morning, I was officially sore. It was a delicious feeling, but the worry lines that creased Edward's face told me he was a bit regretful of our activities.

"Don't," I pleaded. "Don't ruin what was so amazing."

"I'm sorry, love. I just hate seeing you in pain. Let me run you a bath. That should help with the aches you're feeling." He jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Without shame, I watched his taut ass the whole time until he disappeared from view.

I had just closed my eyes when I felt myself being lifted from the bed. "What are you doing? I can walk, you know."

"I'm well aware of your ability to stand on your own two feet, but please…indulge me."

"Fine. But you have to share the bath with me." The grin on his face told me he liked the idea.

While I had wanted to continue the exploring of each others' bodies in the bathtub, we didn't do anything remotely sexual. It was about getting clean and just spending time together. When Edward helped me from the tub, he wrapped me in a warm terrycloth robe. He was never out of hands reach after that. Our connection was stronger than ever.

Food continued to be delivered to us for the rest of our stay and I never did make it down to the beach, but I wouldn't have had the weekend go any other way.

~o~o~o~

The drive back on Sunday stunk. Our newfound connection was about to be severed by real life commitments and I wasn't looking forward to that. I just kept telling myself that it was only a few more short weeks before I would be in his arms again, but it didn't make our goodbyes any less gut wrenching.

Our love had grown so strong in these last two days. We'd—or I guess I should say I'd—opened myself up fully to a future with Edward. The coffee girl next door had found her prince charming. Happily ever after was beginning to sound amazing.

"I love you, coffee girl…forever." It was like he could read my mind.

"I love you more." I couldn't stop the smile that covered my face. My lips, my eyes, they all were shining bright with joy. I felt deliriously happy, but the best part was that Edward felt the same way I did.

When he drove off, I knew he'd taken a chunk of my soul with him. My only comfort was knowing he left behind a piece of his own with me.

~o~o~o~

Classes dragged on Monday. I hadn't been looking forward to meeting with my advisor, but I wasn't about to let Riley keep me from obtaining my degree. The meeting went better than I'd anticipated and though I had to wait a couple of days, the news of a new internship having been found for me was literally music to my ears.

Yep, after meeting with my advisor I was given the opportunity to work directly with Emily Young. She was one of the newest rising popstars on the scene today and an alumni of CSUN. It was an assistant to the assistant position, but beggars couldn't be choosers with how close I was to graduation. Emily was really nice and completely unjaded by her rising fame.

She was currently in the studio working on her second album and it was incredible to watch. I was learning so much about the way an artist picks and chooses what songs they would record. I couldn't believe that on a fifteen song album an artist could record upwards of thirty songs before they had the final songs selected for the album.

I had done everything that had been asked of me before Emily went into the sound booth to record, so I was working on the lyrics for my song I had to copyright for my final portfolio. I must have gotten lost in my own little world because I hadn't realized she had finished recording.

"So, what are you working on?" Emily asked as plopped down next to me with a bottle of water.

I jumped at the sound of her voice, my hand clutching my chest. "Holy crap. You scared me. What did you say?"

"Sorry about that. I asked what you were doing."

I told her about what I was working on and she demanded to hear what I'd written. We argued back and forth before I finally gave in just to shut her up. The girl was relentless and technically my boss, so she was going to win no matter what.

I belted out the words I'd written:

I was swept away, got nothing to lose.

Right or wrong, I have a path to choose.

Yeah, everything I say is true,

And I hope the way leads me to you.

Yeah, I gotta know

Where's our story gonna go?

I gotta know

Yeah, I gotta know…

Cause I wanna fall hard and I wanna fall fast,

So sure it'll be a love that's gonna last.

Won't take my time, gonna dive right in,

Letting you go would be a sin.

Chasing hopes and catching dreams,

Nothing is exactly what it seems

But loving you will be easier than anything.

I gotta know, what's the future gonna bring?

Yeah, I gotta know

Where's our story gonna go?

I gotta know

Yeah, I gotta know…

Cause I wanna fall hard and I wanna fall fast,

So sure it'll be a love that's gonna last.

Won't take my time, gonna dive right in,

Letting you go would be a sin.

I'm on the open road, when you're gonna show?

That's what I gotta know...

Yeah, I gotta know

Where's our story gonna go?

I gotta know

Yeah, I gotta know…

When I opened my eyes the room was silent and everyone was staring. I hated that—always had and I think I always would.

"Holy hell, girl. You can sing," Emily boasted in awe.

I shook my head. "I know I have a good voice, but I don't ever dream of switching places with you. I love the life that I have. I just want to write."

"Well, I want that song. After you do what you gotta do, I'm going to record it. It'll be big, mark my words." She looked like she was lost in a dream, but I was just happy she didn't hound me to change my own hopes for the future. I knew what I wanted, and besides writing, it was a future with Edward.

The weeks leading up to spring break passed by like water through coffee grounds. I was eager to see Edward again since he had been unable to come back to the States before he had to go to Paris. I was missing him something awful, and the phone calls and FaceTime weren't cutting it anymore. I wanted to be in his arms, feel his lips against mine, his hands caressing every inch of my skin while I returned all the feelings with a vigor of the same caliber.

He was my true north and soon I would tell him I was ready for his idea of more.

The song in this chapter is completely original and written by me. It's a first for me, so be gentle when talking about it…I have even more respect for songwriters after this for sure…I don't think I'll be trying it again. lol. See you all again on Friday.