Chapter 65: Their moment

One week later

Edward approaches her from behind, towering over her, grabs the running water, and wets both of them while holding the nozzle over both of our heads.

"Edward," she says, slapping Edward's chest as the water continues to pour over their heads.

Cassandra quickly turns around and turns the water off.

He grabs her hips and pulls her into himself. A lump forms in the lower part of her back.

"I need you right now, sweetie," Edward says raspily.

"But I'm dirty and wet," she says before realizing what she's just said.

"That's my favorite, sweetie," Edward says into her ear, making her blush as his hands caress her body.

As his hands reach her breasts, a breath gets stuck in her throat. "Are you certain everyone left?" Cassandra inquired.

"Yes, I 'm sure," he responds.

"What about the kids?"

"Don't worry, sweetie. Mom bought them at the mall," he said as his thumbs began to form circles over her breasts. His lips cling to her neck, kissing and sucking at her skin. Her arms reach up and wrap themselves around his head.

He starts walking up the stairs without stopping.

"Just so you know, I've been easy with you in the past, but I won't be tonight," Edward says raspily against her neck.

Edward throws her down the stairs. He lets go of her hand and stands straight up over her, unbuckling his belt. He removes it and throws it to the ground.

He starts taking his pants off and asks her to do the same. She does as he requests, revealing the black lace bra she purchased specifically for him, her husband.

"F*ck, you look so hot, sweetie," Edward says, his gaze wandering over her body as he removes the rest of his clothes. He stands naked, bare and toned in front of her.

He gets down on his knees in front of her. "Lift your hips for me," he says, and he removes my pants to reveal the matching underwear.

"Sh*t, sweetie, you're really my temptation," he admitted. He removes her pants and throws them behind him, her face flushed.

She stands up and aligns herself with him. As he grabs the railing and the wall, she wraps her mouth around his length.

His head leans back as he lets out a loud moan. She accelerates and her hands dig into his chest.

He leans over her, his hand a few steps above her head, as she takes him out of her mouth.

She speeds up and her hands dig into his chest.

He leans over her, his hand a few steps above her head, as she takes him out of her mouth. He quickly slides his fingers under the elastic of her underwear and rips them off.

"Those were new," he says, sliding a finger into her. His thumb begins to circle her sensitive center.

Cassandra curses, and Edward adds another finger.

"That's why no one is home," he grumbles.

Her hips start to move against his hand. '"Lift your leg onto my shoulder," he continues without pausing.

He gains a better view by slowly lifting her leg onto his shoulder and thrusts deeper as a sharp gasp escapes her mouth.

As he stares into her eyes and licks his fingers, Edward pulls his fingers out of her.

As his mouth moves to the sensitive spot that is soaking as a result of him, she begins to melt.

"I'll never get tired of this," he says, moaning loudly.

She could see why her husband wanted everyone to leave.

Edward takes his member and places it at her door. As he thrusts in, he leans down and kisses her hard.

"I adore you, love," she exclaims.

"I love you, even more, sweetie," he says, kissing her passionately.

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She muttered, "Way to be gentle," and he ignored her.

"Turn around," he said as she gaped at him. "No!" she yelled lightly if that was possible. "Turn around, sweetie," he said, warningly.

"Why, Edward? What are you going to do?" she asked, and he groaned, damn his groan got her wet. She pressed her legs against each other, and thankfully, he didn't notice. "Sweetie, don't put me to the test; turn around and show me your scar," he said to her, leaning into her so that his race was now inches away from her.

He forced her to turn around and raise her shirt to expose her bare back; unfortunately, she was not wearing a bra.

She kept her shirt pressed against her breast so he couldn't see her privates, she heard him suck a deep breath before feeling his warm fingers touch the very faint scar on her back, it wasn't very wide but it was extremely wrong, ever since she got it and she can't wear bikinis because of it.

Edward's fingers grazed the scar until it came to an end on the left side. "You have this scar because you saved me," he said, his voice a little sad, still touching her scar, her back tense at his touch, and his touch sent shivers down her spine in a good way. She took a deep breath in and exhaled it.

"You don't need to feel sorry because of this. I love you, and if it happens again, I will still choose to do that," she said, pulling her shirt down and turning around to face him.

"I should be doing that, sweetie," he said as Cassandra gently kissed his lips and caressed his abs. "Don't play with me, sweetie, I'm serious," he said, his jaw clenching and unclenching, "I'm serious too, love," she said, making a point, and he leaned into her, making her lean back.

He had her laying on the bed with him on top of her. "Would you like us to make another, baby?" he asked, smirking at her and making her blush.

"F*ck, love. Stop it. You're turning me on," she said seductively as she cupped his cheek.

She sat up from the bed and sat in an upright position, almost straddling him, he was in the same upright position just opposite her and she was almost on his lap, her knees on both sides of his body resting on the bed but before that going over his thighs.

She was cupping his cheek and her breasts were almost touching his chest, while his hands were caressing both her thoughts slowly up and down, it was an emotional moment, but they were in an intimate position as if they were about to make love.

"Don't you know how much I want you right now, sweetie?" He said, breathing heavily on her face, which she didn't mind because she was also breathing heavily on his face, which he didn't mind as he kissed her neck.

Her finger brushed against it and the entire time Edward was looking at her as she could feel how much he wanted her, she was looking into his eyes because they were that beautiful, he was so close to her right now, and her other hand was now around his neck massaging it up and down and occasionally playing with his hair.

hair, twisting it around her fingers and occasionally pulling it slightly.

His face was so close to hers, and he was looking into her eyes with an emotion she couldn't place.

Looking down at his luscious perfect plump lips, she felt compelled to kiss him; he, too, was looking down at her lips, and he leaned in for a kiss.

She thought this was it, this was how they'd finally kiss, but she was dead wrong. Their lips were inches apart and she could feel his body heat radiating off of him as his one hand went up to her waist, gripping it tightly while the other caressed her thigh.

It was a pleasurable sensation in her stomach and throughout her entire body, but before their lips could meet, his head turned the other way, causing her lips to meet his cheek.