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10

He smirks, leaning down to kiss me. Our lips in a much softer kiss than I was expecting. It's different than all the other kisses we've shared tonight, and it's better. The others had been hard meetings of mouths, his tongue dominating mine. This one is slow, his lips gliding along mine in a way that feels like he's trying to memorize the way I taste and it makes my toes curl.

My fingers grip his hair when I feel one of his hands on my thigh, going under the fabric of my dress. He's not doing anything crazy, they're just stroking my skin, making me melt into him. His hand glides along my hip, to my belly button, circling around it. My abdomen clenches as he continues the slow path up toward my breast, my dress following. I moan into his mouth when his hand cups my breast, his thumb stroking my nipple.

"You're so fucking soft." His voice is soft, almost reverent when he speaks, and it does things to my heart that I'm not prepared for. I hope he can't see it on my face, but he's always been so good at reading me, that I know he does.

"Edward." I wasn't expecting to feel all of these emotions.

"I got you, Bella." He assures me, the same things I'm feeling reflected in his eyes. What the fuck is happening? "Just be here with me."

It's me that kisses him this time. I don't want to think, so I maneuver us so I'm straddling him, my mouth never leaving his. The look he gives me when I thread my fingers with his, stretching them above his head on the pillow could burn the entire world down.

I raise my dress over my head, throwing it across the room, not caring where it lands.

"It's my turn." I tell him, biting his lip, probably a little too hard, but he only moans in response. I lave my tongue along his lip to the take the sting away. "Don't move."

As I kiss down his chin to his neck, his hands go to the headboard, gripping it so tightly that I think he'll break it. I nip at the skin of his jaw, enjoying the feel of his scruff against my tongue.

By the time that I get to his chest where I take his nipple into my mouth, sucking on it, he's gasping for breathe. When I look at his face, it's flushed, a light sheen of sweat on his brow. He's looking at me like I'm a goddess and it makes me like the sexiest woman alive.

I continue to make my way down his body, my tongue licking along the ridges of his abs, feeling the muscles beneath tense. My right hand makes it's way between his legs, stroking his cock, as I nip and lick along the dip at his hip bone. He's already so hard for me. The fact that he wants me as badly as I want him, that he seems to be as desperate as me, is incredibly sexy.

He releases a strangled sound and when I look up at him, his head is thrown back, jaw clenched. He almost looks like he's in pain.

"Is there something you want?" I ask, my tongue coming out to tease the head of his cock. He releases another strangled groan. "You're going to have to tell me what you want." I replace my mouth with my hand, giving him a firm stroke that has his hips lifting off the bed.

The frustration on his face is sweet revenge for what he did to me earlier. I smirk at him, lifting my brow at him.

"Its that easy to answer questions is it?" I continue to stroke him, feeling him getting harder.

"Bella." It's a plea. Serves him right.

"Edward." Another stroke. "Tell me."

"I need to be inside you." He finally gives me what I want, making a shiver roll through me. I'm so turned on right now. "Please. I need you."

I wish I would've held out longer, teased him more, give him a taste of his own medicine, but I was just as impatient. I'd tortured us both enough.

I reach into the open drawer of his nightstand and take out a condom. Once he's sheathed, I start to lower myself onto him. He hisses through his nose as my ass meets the top of his thighs, hands going to my hips.

I start to move over him, my rhythm slow and methodical. His fingers dig into my hips, my tempo too slow for his liking, but he doesn't try to speed up my movements, he's letting me be in complete control. Even if it is torture for him.

His hands come up to cup my breast as I continue to ride him. My movements have started to speed up as my orgasm starts to build.

"You should see how beautiful you are right now." I don't know how's he's able to form a coherent sentence right now, I'm lucky that I can remember to breathe. His hips meet mine the next time I lower myself on to him, making my nails dig into his chest. I didn't know sex could be this good.

"Come for me." His fingers find my clit and I don't know when I lost control of the situation.

I look at his face and the emotion I see there sends me over the edge, and I come harder than I ever have.

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