I'm not even sure how we make it to my room – our room – but soon enough, we are standing by the bed, the dance of our hands nearly choreographed as we undress each other.
When Edward reaches down to stroke me, my head falls back and my lips part as I stand motionless and helpless for a moment. Again, he drops to his knees, but this time he kisses his way down my abdomen, his tongue and lips teasing my skin.
From his place on the floor, his mouth brings me to new heights, ones I long to show him.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
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The boy can cook and he gets on his knees to please you...that right there Jasper is what you call a keeper. LOL
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