A little dirty from inside Bella's head.
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Each time he enters me, a new sound comes from my lips. I keep trying to hold them in, but it's so fucking useless. He's a master at this. A pro.
A fresh, deep thrust; a louder moan.
Edward's been making love with me for so long, and so good, I've lost track of time. It's become a fluid concept. How many times has he touched my lips? Whispered my name? Brought me to orgasm?
He thrusts again, slowly, carefully, methodically.
We exist in this space, together. Pure bliss, ebbing and flowing between us. Shared orgasms and pleasure.