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I wake to the sounds of my mom puttering around in the kitchen the next morning. Soft, gray light is filtering in through the window across from my bed; obviously, it's early. Way too early.
Carefully, I shift from where I'm tucked against Edward's side, reaching for my phone on the nightstand so I can check the time. Six-thirty. I was right in my assumption of it being too early, at least for her, to be up. With a sigh, I peel myself away from the man next to me. I grab my t-shirt and leggings from last night and slide them on before quietly slipping out of my room.
"Good morning!" Mom greets me brightly, catching me off guard. After the pain she had yesterday and the fact that she's up at the crack of dawn, this isn't the mom I was expecting to see.
"Good morning?" I reply back, but it sounds more like a question because I'm still so caught off guard that I didn't find her curled up in a fetal position on the couch. "How are you feeling?"
She stops washing the dish she's holding so she can give me her full attention, eyes sparkling. "I woke up pain-free, so I'm taking advantage." Mom and pain-free days are few and far between, but when they happen, they're a relief. For both of us.
"That's why you're up doing dishes at six in the morning." I lean against the end of the counter, giving her a smile.
"Did I wake you?" She scrunches up her nose. "I was trying to be quiet."
I move my head from side to side, contemplating. "I don't think it was you so much as I just woke up." I've been doing that a lot lately, waking up ungodly early, my mind racing, going over my to-do list that only seems to be getting longer by the day instead of shorter. I've seen the sunrise too much recently.
We lapse into comfortable silence as I start a pot of coffee and she finishes the dishes.
"So, Edward stayed the night." I turn to see my mom smirking at me, and I blush. It wasn't like we tried to keep it a secret. His suit jacket and tie are still draped over one of our dining chairs. It's just more than a little awkward to know that my mom knew.
I lean against the counter behind me, crossing my arms. "Yeah."
"Oh, don't look at me like that!" She swats me with the dish towels she's holding, making us both laugh.
"Like what?" I ask, fending off another attack.
"Like you feel guilty over doing something wrong." She places her hands on her hips. "You're a grown-ass woman in her own apartment. If you want your boyfriend to stay over, you're allowed. Besides, you know I don't care."
"I know," I shift on my feet. "It's stupid, but even though I know I'm an adult and this is my apartment, I still sometimes feel like I need your permission." Since she moved in with me, it's hard for my brain to reconcile at times that she's living with me, not the other way around.
"I get it, baby duck. I do." She sighs. "I just wish you didn't feel that way. I hate that I've made you put so much of your life on hold. You should be living your life, not worrying about your mommy."
"I like having you here." I internally wince when I remember the resentment I was feeling the other night. Being a caregiver, and all the feelings and responsibilities that come with it, is complicated. I've been on forums and know I'm not the only one that sometimes resents their role. It just makes me feel extra guilty because I chose to do this. "It's harder than I thought it would be."
She takes me into a hug, and I bury my nose in her robe. "I know, sweetie. It's hard for me, too."
We stay like that until the coffeemaker beeps, letting us know it's done brewing.
"You're not going to tease him, right?" I give her a look as I fill two cups with coffee. "I don't want him to feel more awkward than he needs to."
She rolls her eyes. "I'm not that evil." She smirks. "I'll save all my teasing for you later. Which I will do, mercilessly."
I bite my lip to keep from laughing, liking that we're able to put the heaviness of the morning behind us. "I wouldn't expect anything less."
Using dexterity and skills I didn't know I had, I'm able to slip back into my room without spilling coffee all over my floor. He's exactly as I left him, lying on his back, his left arm still lying next to him on the bed where I'd been occupying it. The sheet is low on his hips, having ridden down some in his sleep, putting the V of his hips and happy trail on full display. He's a sight to behold. And all mine.
Placing the mugs on the nightstand, I crawl on top of him, placing open-mouthed kisses on his chest. Making my way to his ear, I take the lobe into my mouth, sucking it, before pulling it with my teeth.
"Good morning." I whisper, feeling him shift below me as his arms come around me, pulling me closer.
"Don't start something we can't finish, baby." He warns, swallowing hard when I lick his Adam's apple.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I reply innocently as I suck the sensitive area below his ear.
Before I realize what's happening, I'm on my back with him hovering over me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, keeping him prisoner, liking the weight of him on top of me.
"I think you do." He thrusts against me once, and I bite my lip. He's already so hard. He leans down, pressing his lips against mine as his tongue slides in effortlessly. I release a quiet whimper when he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. "I like being the one to bite that lip."
"God, Edward." I whisper, not wanting my voice to carry. More aware than ever that my mom was in the next room. I'm so turned on, and he's barely touched me.
"Is your mom awake?" He mumbles against my skin, giving my neck love bites that make me shiver.
"Mhm." I nod because my ability to form words has left the building.
"We have to be quiet, then." His hand slides between us, pausing at the waistband of my leggings. "Unless you don't want to." His eyes search mine, unsure.
I only hesitate a moment before I put my hand on top of his and slide them between my legs.
He buries his face in my neck, releasing a groan, when he feels how wet I am for him. "Fuck, baby."
His lips crash against mine when I involuntarily moan when two of his fingers make their way inside me. I bend one of my knees on the mattress, giving him more room to work. He's already learning all the places and ways to touch me that make my head spin.
I have to fight not to groan in frustration when he stops his ministrations between my legs right as I'm about to come. He moves on the bed, grabbing a condom from my nightstand, before making his way back to me. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my leggings, he pulls them down my legs, not even bothering to throw them off the bed, which I find incredibly hot.
He moves my legs so they're on his shoulders, coming to rest on top of me again.
"Is this okay?" He asks, his hands rubbing the smooth skin of my calves.
I nod. "Don't stop."
I arch my back when he starts to enter me. I'm so sensitive that, combined with the position, it has me losing my mind. He worked me up so well that I'm already on the edge.
When he pulls back, giving a firm thrust, I'm thankful my bedframe is so sturdy it barely moves. I'm sure my mom probably knows what's happening in here, but she doesn't need to hear it.
"You feel so good, baby." He whispers in my ear, giving a hard thrust, and I have to bite my lip to keep quiet. "Like you were made for me."
He continues to whisper dirty things in my ear, his pace quickening. When his fingers join the efforts, I come so hard I have to cover my mouth with my hand as I scream. My climax brings on Edward's as he goes deep, grunting into my shoulder.
Once we've caught our breath, he rolls off me, propping his head on his hand as he looks at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Good morning."
I laugh, shoving him in the shoulder.
Once we emerge, with our ice-cold coffees in hand, my mom keeps her promise and doesn't say a word, but when we sit down to eat breakfast together, she gives me a knowing smirk.
Yeah, Mom knew. And she isn't going to let me heat the end of it.
See you next time.