One Night Only

Thirteen

"Fuck!" I screamed as an orgasm wracked through my body. Edward followed quickly behind me, a broken groan as he came inside me. After the meeting with Jacob, Edward made it perfectly clear that he was going to ravish me as soon as we got back to my apartment. I didn't complain, fiercely turned on by his jealousy. He was staking a claim on me and I definitely wasn't complaining.

Edward rolled off of me, sweaty and breathless, a satisfied smirk etched on his face. I just stared at his face, drinking him in. He glanced at me and pulled me to his side, wrapping his arms around my body. My head was under the crook of his neck and I relished being close to him. Edward placed a kiss on top of my head and I sighed, a warm sensation flooding through me. We never spoke a word; just content to be connected. We eventually fell asleep, gathered in each other's arms and I never felt so at peace.

I awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the savory smell of bacon. I rolled out of bed and draped the satin robe I left hanging on the back of the bedroom door, securely tying the sash around my waist. I walked down the hallway and once I turned the corner, I saw my obsession. Edward was positioned at the stove in his boxers, carelessly flipping pancakes on the griddle, whistling a unfamiliar tune. I watched him silently for a moment, enjoying his carefree demeanor, before making my presence known.

"Hey," I greeted him timidly. He whipped around, smiling brightly.

"Good morning sunshine," he replied, placing pancakes on a plate. "I hope your hungry for pancakes and bacon."

I nodded with a smile, my stomach rumbling in delight. "I'm famished. I had quite a workout last night."

"I can gladly say I had something to do with that." He smirked, catching the unmistakable innuendo. I sat down at the kitchen table where two places were set up and poured myself a small glass of orange juice. Edward placed the plates of bacon and pancakes on the table, going to the counter to grab the pot of coffee.

"Do you want some coffee?" he asked, pouring some into a mug for himself.

"No, I'm good for right now. Thanks," I replied. He put the pot back on the brewer and returned to the table taking a seat. I picked up my fork, placing a small stack of pancakes and a few pieces of bacon on my plate, drizzling syrup over them. I cut into the pancakes and took a bite, savoring the fluffy and buttery goodness of them.

"Oh my gosh, these are delicious," I moaned.

Edward chuckled as he took a bite of his own. "Thank you, but I believe you should thank my mother. She's the mastermind behind the recipe."

"She taught you well because these are absolutely amazing," I replied. I ate another forkful, graciously appeasing my palate. "Did Esme teach you how to cook?"

Edward chewed and swallowed before answering, "Yes, she did. I learned from the absolute best."

"Since you learned from her, I could only imagine the wonders she could conjure up in the kitchen." I nibbled on a strip of bacon, licking off the sticky sweet residue of the syrup on my fingers. Edward watched shamelessly as he sipped coffee from his mug, his eyes trained on my mouth before his heated emerald gaze met my own.

He placed his mug down and leaned forward. "You have a little syrup on your lips." He took my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking gently before releasing it. "You taste delicious," he murmured huskily against my lips. I grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, slamming his lips on mine as I climbed into his lap. I was on fire as we kissed, consuming him with raw, unadulterated need. He gripped my ass, holding me against him as he stood and carried me over to the island. He placed me down on top of it, never breaking our kiss while he hastily untied the sash to my robe. He caressed my bare skin, trailing kisses on my neck down to the valley of my breasts. He pushed both of the perky globes together, laving at the dusky rose colored peaks. I moaned incessantly as he sucked on my flesh, pleasure radiating throughout my body. He continued down to my stomach, swirling his tongue around my belly button, dipping his tongue inside. He placed a small kiss just below it before opening up my legs.

"God, you're beautiful," he said, staring unabashedly at my wet, aching flesh. He placed my legs on his shoulder before diving in, feasting on me like he was starved. He moaned as he devoured me, holding me open to the onslaught of sensations he gave me. His tongue lapped at my clit, sucking it into his mouth, his eyes fixed on mine. I watched him with lidded eyes, close to erupting but I didn't want to come this way.

"Edward," I began breathless, fighting the urge to let him finish. "Please. . . fuck me." He rose from between my legs, his lips wet with my excitement and dropped his boxers. He gripped my legs, placing my bent knees in the crook of his arms before slamming into me. I gasped in pleasure as his thrusts rocked my core, my eyes closing to their own accord.

"Look at me," Edward groaned demandingly. My eyes snapped open, submitting to his order. I looked up into his eyes as he fucked me with wild abandon, never taking my eyes off of his face.

"I'm so close," I panted.

"I know. I can feel it. . . come for me Bella. Let me feel you." I exploded around him, my body going limp. "Fuck. . .Bella," he moaned as he came. Edward rested his head on my chest as we slowly came down from our high. I mindlessly ran my fingers through his copper tinted hair, loving the feel of him. Edward was my solace and I never wanted to let go. I knew eventually that I had to admit my true feelings; I just had to figure out the right time to tell him. In due time, I would. . .whenever that was.