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Let's Talk About Sex—Salt-N-Peppa

***I know some people like to skip sex scenes, but there's some important stuff in here that makes this one a definite skim at the very least haha :P

My back slams into the door as soon as it shuts behind us, his tongue pushing its way inside my mouth. Our heads rock and my wandering hands find the hem of his tee. Only breaking apart to toss it over his shoulder, our mouths come back together in a delicious symphony of give and take, thrust and twist.

His hands are everywhere.

Caressing.

Cupping.

Pulling.

And then they're leading.

Guiding us across the room without missing a fucking beat. Every part of me aches for his touch, and I'm nearly breathless by the time our mouths break apart.

"Fuck, baby," I say, running my fingers down his chest to his cut abs. Things like this I missed the last time we were together because it was so screwed up. I was screwed up. "When did you get so fucking ripped?"

His muscles bunch beneath my touch, and he smirks. "Not a lot to do all the way across the country when your girl dumps you except plan your revenge."

I shove him to the bed and straddle his waist, my fingers caressing every cut. "So you're telling me this is your revenge?" I lean down and tug his nipple piercing with my teeth, and he thrusts his hips, allowing me to feel all his hardness. I moan, my pussy rocking against his jeans. "Fuck. Less talk, more naked."

His laughter is husky and raw and it sends tiny pulses of want flickering through my body. I raise my arms when my shirt is slipped up, I flop to the side and lift as the shorts are pulled down past my ass, and I burn when his lips glide along my inner thigh.

Sixteen-year-old Edward was so fucking fine as we tripped our way into orgasms, and eighteen-year-old Edward was much more refined from years of practice. But twenty-year-old Edward I barely know. He's hella hot, all ripped muscles and toned abs, and oh so sweet with gruff grunts and soft whispers.

But he's a lot more.

He's confident smiles.

Sure movements.

Demanding.

And giving.

He drives me to the brink and brings me back down. Every touch is precise, perfect, and filled to the brim with his love for me. No matter how far I pushed or how hard I tried, he never gave up because he couldn't.

He loves me more than I love myself.

It's a hard conclusion to come to when you're naked and dying for every lap, suck, and thrust of his fingers. I grip his hair and pull him up from between my thighs.

He comes easily.

Of course, he does.

My wish is his command.

I palm his cheeks, his brows furrowed over deep green eyes that can see into my soul.

"I see it now," I whisper, my throat closing. "And I'm sorry I didn't listen. I put us through so much"—a tear leaks down my temple—"and it was all so unnecessary. I never moved on, and maybe you did, but you were never all the way happy." My voice breaks as more tears spill. "I'm just so sorry."

"Shhh," he says, wiping away the moisture. "It's okay, B." He kisses my cheeks and then my forehead, his lips a soothing promise of the future to come. "I had a rough few weeks after the pregnancy scare, but when I opened myself up to the life around me, I was able to see the things you wanted me to enjoy. After that first disastrous party, I did better. I had fun. I enjoyed myself in a way I wouldn't have if we'd been together."

"But Bree," I say, my chest tightening at the thought of all the time he spent with her.

"Bree was great," he says, his pretty eyes roaming my face. "Now I can truly say I tried. I gave a different life my best shot, and now I'm where I'm meant to be. With you." He presses a kiss to my cheek, and then my jaw before meeting my eyes again. "You're it for me, B, and I know that at twenty like I know my name is Edward."

"Then show me," I say before palming his head and bringing his lips to mine.

When he enters me, everything that was wrong with my life suddenly becomes right. The right body rocks against me. The right lips graze my skin. The right fingers twine with mine. The right man stars behind my lids when I explode.

I call the right name.

Edward.

The love of my life.

If I was mean, this could've been the end. But for alllll that angst, you deserve more. You deserve it all, so we have another 12 chapters I do believe.

Yes, there's still missing info, but we'll get there.

See you tmr :)