We lie in bed, hands wandering as we make out, our legs tangled to the point I'm not sure where I end and he begins.
I'm aching for him - have been for a while. My hand's on his ass, and I pull him closer, swallowing his moan as I move my hips. The feeling of our hard lengths brushing against each other through the thin layer of cotton has me wanting more, and I know.
I don't want to wait anymore.
Breaking away from our kiss, I whisper, "I want you, Edward."
His eyes search mine.
He moans. "God, yes."
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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Mmmm Friction always makes the best things happen.
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