Edward drives fast back to town as I tease him with my hand on his thigh. I probably shouldn't distract him, but I want him so much. He pulls into my driveway and rushes to open my door, carrying me out of the car and to the front door. I fumble with my keys and finally find the right one, and he quickly pushes open the door and slams it with his foot behind him.
He takes me to my bedroom and tosses me on the bed. He works my dress up and over my head and unbuttons his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Then he attacks my neck with kisses, and I moan at how good it feels. He wastes no time in getting the rest of our clothes off like a starving animal.
Fuck, I need him.
He kisses down my body before he gets to my center and looks up, almost asking if it's okay.
"Please," I moan.
He buries his face between my legs and goes to town. He uses two fingers this time, and my back arches off of the bed in pleasure.
"So fucking wet for me," he mumbles, his face between my legs.
"All for you," I pant.
He makes me come three times before he gives me his magical dick. He pulls me to the side of the bed and fucks me hard as my ankles link behind his neck.
"Oh, fuck." I moan.
He presses down on my shoulders, hurting me just a little, but it feels good. A little pain with pleasure is perfect.
He slows his thrusts, panting along with me as I beg for more. "Turn around. Ass up."
I do as he says, hating the feeling of him leaving my body for the brief moment. Then he presses into me again, and it's like bliss. He slaps my ass, and I come.
I come twice more in that position, and the last time with him. We fall onto the bed, both panting, and it suddenly dawns on me that we used zero protection.
"Shit, I have an implant, but are you … clean?"
He nods. "I am. And I'm sorry I didn't even think of a condom. I just needed you."
I smile, brushing his hair from his forehead. "It's a good thing I have this implant in my arm or we'd be having a surprise baby."
"A baby isn't the worst thing in the world, but I can't say I'm not relieved. Little Cinnamon can wait."
"You would name our baby Cinnamon?"
"It's a good ingredient."
"It's a good stripper's name."
"Okay, what would you name our imaginary baby?"
"I have always been fond of Theodosia."
"After Aaron Burr's daughter?"
"It's a pretty name!"
"Well, it's a good thing we're not having a kid right now or we'd be screwed," he says with a laugh.
"True that. Let's just focus on us right now. I like how you make me feel."
"You make me feel a thousand times better than what I do to you, gorgeous."
"Wanna stay the night? We can take a shower, and then fall back into bed."
He kisses my nose. "Sounds wonderful, lovely girl. Don't blame me if I can't keep my hands to myself in the shower though."
"I would expect nothing less, handsome."
I climb out of bed buck naked and turn the tub on instead. It's big with jets, and I turn them on, adding bubble bath.
I peek my head into the room to find Edward looking satisfied. "How about a bath with me?"
He grins and climbs out of the bed, also naked. "I could go for one." He follows me into the bathroom and slides in first. I fit perfectly between his legs and giggle as he touches bubbles to my nose.
"Nice tub you have here."
I nod. "It sold me on the house. I mean, who could refuse a jetted bathtub. Not me."
"You know, instead of getting clean, I could get you a little dirty by making you come," he whispers in my ear.
"Why the fuck else would I have chosen the tub."
His hand dips between my legs, and it's like fireworks when he touches me. He knows the sweet spots. And I can't get enough. Water splashes over the edge, and I don't care. He gives me two more orgasms before I say I can't handle anymore.
And then he bathes me, running my loofa over every inch of my skin while I work shampoo through my hair. When it's time to rinse it out, he holds my head as the water runs through it, and then does the same for the conditioner. He's very gentle as he washes out my hair. Man, a girl could get used to this treatment.
When we finally climb out, all wrinkled and satisfied, we wrap each other in fluffy towels.
"Sure you don't mind if I stay the night?" he asks.
I smile. "I'd love nothing more."
He smiles and just puts his boxers on. I do my face care routine, which takes about five minutes, and then I find undies, a tank top, and sleep shorts and put them on. Edward's sitting up in bed, having found the controller that elevates the head and feet. I swear the adjustable bed was the best money I've ever spent.
"So, what are we watching?"
"Hill House or Midnight Mass on Netflix?"
"I vote for Hill House. A little less sorrow. I mean not much, but everyone doesn't die."
He nods, turning the show on. I cuddle into his chest and eventually drift off into a blissful sleep. There's something calming about being here in his arms.
It just feels right.
I don't own Twilight.
Thanks to Ashley, May, and Mary prereading and Sally for beta'ing.