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"Hey, are you coming to bed soon?" Edward asked, clearing his throat as he leaned against the entrance to the study. Usually he wore a pair of flannel pants to bed, but this time he only had on boxers. The poor lighting of the desk lamp cast shadows across his chest, enhancing the definition of his abs. He was the essence of "sex on legs.'
"What are you still doing up?" I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him lightly.
"It's almost four am, I woke up and you weren't there. You know how I feel about waking up without you." He pressed his body hard against me and walked with me until my back was against the wall. Yes, he clearly missed me.
"I'm sorry, baby." I really was sorry. The investment deal I'd been working on with Carlisle Cullen's agency had been taking up a huge amount of my time and I'd been neglecting Edward.
"I know you are. You need to get some sleep or a break at the very least." He pressed me against the wall and kissed me long, soft, and teasingly. When I started to really get into the kiss, he pulled away and grinned.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me." I raised my eyebrows.
He slipped his hand down the front of my pants and lightly stroked between my legs. "I don't think there's any trying involved," he whispered, taking my earlobe in his teeth. I groaned and was met with an equal response when I took hold of him through his boxers.
"We need to move away from the window or the whole world's going to know what you look like when you're being thoroughly fucked against a wall." He slowly pulled his hand away and licked his fingers. A bit of his tongue slipped between them and I shivered from the knowledge of what it was capable of and what it was about to do. After I got over my insecurities of Edward wanting to perform on me, I quickly learned that this was something he enjoyed doing, and often.
"Fuck me," I murmured.
"Absolutely." He grabbed my ass with both hands and on instinct I wrapped my legs around his waist. While he guided us down the hallway, occasionally pushing me into the wall to reciprocate, I would rub myself against him and whisper what I wanted to do to him and what I wanted him to do to me.
He unceremoniously dumped me onto the bed, pulling off my tank top and crawling between my legs. He playfully growled and nipped at my neck while palming my breast. I reached down and slid his boxers off with one hand, while taking him in my other and he stopped and closed his eyes. Slowly he started moving with the rhythm of my hand and letting out low sighs and hisses when I would run my nail along the underside.
"Stop...too soon." He shook his head and pulled back. I nodded and ran my nails along his spine as he lowered his mouth to kiss me. The tenderness behind the kiss caught me off-guard. The playfulness from seconds before was gone and in its place was an intense passion which made all of his touches more sensitive.
I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing it tightly as his teeth tugged at my nipple. His mouth didn't linger and he moved lower alternating kisses and light flicks of his tongue down my body. In one swift motion, he'd pulled my bottoms off and spread my legs, exposing all of me.
"This is new," he mused, seeing that I was completely hairless as he ran a finger over the newly-bare skin and licked his lips, looking to my face and back down, then to my face again. At the suggestion of my waxer I decided to go for it. I was glad to see that Edward was pleased.
He answered with a long slow lick that ended with light suction on my clit. The heat from his mouth and the slickness from his tongue made me shiver. On the second pass, he flattened his tongue and the roughness combined with wetness from both of us nearly did me in. I gasped for air and grabbed the back of his head a little too hard, making him pull up and ask if I was okay. All I could manage to say was, "More." He chuckled and returned to what he was doing.
He slipped his tongue inside and exhaled through his nose, the warm air hitting my clit directly. I looked to see him sliding two fingers repeatedly to match his tongue's movements. My hips got into the act and shortly after I felt the pressure building. My body feeling like it had been set alive, my skin breaking out in goosebumps and I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back, moaning Edward's name loudly as I came.
He lied on top of me, his tip sliding up and down my opening, teasing me with the promise of more to come. "You're all right?" I nodded and grabbed his ass and pushed him into me. We both sighed. Slowly he started rocking his hips, grinding his pelvis, the lingering feeling of the first orgasm quickly fading as the start of the new one began to build.
He leaned down and kissed me hard, grunting when I purposefully tightened my muscles, milking him as he pulled out and would forcefully thrust back in. "So fucking good," he chanted over and over again.
"Always," I whispered. And it was. It wasn't just always good with him and it wasn't always fucking good with him. Because it was us and how we were together. Everything we did together was so fucking good.
I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and arched my back, changing the angle. Edward's thrusting became erratic and his panting quickened and I knew he was close. He pumped into me three brisk times and bit my shoulder as he came. The pain from his teeth spurred me on and I was quick to follow
"Feel better?" he asked as he sat against the headboard propped up with pillows.
"Yeah." I turned off the bathroom light and climbed into bed, snuggling next to him. After regaining our ability to walk, we took a long, hot shower using the time to take care of each other and ourselves without sex.
We slid down under the covers, Edward propped up more than I was, one hand holding up his head and his other hand tracing small circles on my stomach.
"Do you think it will always be like this?" he asked, his voice soft and timid.
I looked up at him, our eyes meeting, earning me a small smile. "Like what?"
"Like this. The way things are between us. It doesn't matter what we're doing, I always feel this connection to you. If we're apart for a few weeks or spending every minute of every day together, we hardly ever fight and I feel so lucky to just be with you, it doesn't matter in what capacity." He linked his fingers through mine and kissed the back of my hand.
"I feel the same way."
"Of course I do. You know this." I strained my neck to kiss him and when I pulled back he had a nervous look on his face. "Are you okay? You look like you're going to be sick."
Chuckling, he said, "I'm not going to be sick," then took a deep breath and exhaled shakily, falling silent as I pressed my head to his chest, hearing his heart beating rapidly. He whispered something to me and I looked up at him.
"Say that again," My body started shaking and my eyes burned hot because of the tears that were forming behind them.
"I love you so much. I want us to be like this forever."
"Please say it again," I pleaded.
"Marry me." He placed a small black box on my chest and then I opened it to the most brilliant diamond ring I'd ever seen. I looked to Edward who had an expression on his face that was a mix of terrified and excited. I pulled the ring from the box and slipped it on, admiring how it sparkled with light from the sun just beginning to come through the window.
"If you don't like the ring I can take it back and we can pick something out together-"
"Of course I love it! Why would you think I didn't?"
"You haven't said yes, which isn't a 'no' but-"
"Yes," I yelled as I straddled his lap and threw my arms around him, kissing him hard and allowing the building tears to finally fall as I continued to kiss him.
"Thank God," he laughed between kisses.
"I love you so much. You make me so happy. I can't believe you had a moment of doubt." I quickly scanned his expression and any trace of nervousness or fear was gone. His eyes were bright and I couldn't think of a time I'd seen him smile that wide. I knew we wore matching expressions.
I slowly slid off his lap and snuggled back into his arms, both of us watching the sun come up.
"Do you know what today is?" He asked.
"April twenty-third?" I offered.
"It is, but it's also the anniversary of the first day we met."