Whispered words, gentle nips and licks, tender kisses – all conveying his love and devotion for me.
My own words are echoes of his; my soft caresses mirror images to Edward's.
His movements as he enters me are slow, deliberate, loving – and I relish every moment.
Many blissful minutes later, he brings us both to completion.
Wrapping him in my arms, I murmur, "I love you, Edward Anthony Masen-Hale."
He hums, his lips a scant inch from mine. "I love you, too, Jasper Masen-Hale."
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ReplyDeleteOn a complete awkward note - they are lucky because none of them had to deliver the baby. Because ... well... nevermind...
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