His lips were eagerly exploring my body and kissing every uncovered inch of it while I mindlessly played with his silk-like hair. Time flew by. We spent so much time worshiping each other and detaching from the world in our passionate kisses, that hours had passed before we removed any more clothing. If we had been capable of sweating, we would have been drenched. We rolled over every square-foot of the cushion, completely oblivious to anything outside of our own passion for one another. It was hard to believe that just days ago, the fragile state of my body would have never been able to handle this intensity.

“I want you.” He whispered as he traced my collarbone with his lips.

“I’m yours.” I breathed back.

It was all the permission he needed. We had been pacing ourselves, building up to this all evening. It only took him a second to position his hips properly between mine. I gasped as he slid easily into me. All of the pressure and concern that had been present the first time had vanished entirely.

With no reason at all for him to exercise caution, our passion doubled. I vaguely remember Edward groaning something about “No more training wheels” at some point. It was a perfect metaphor, really. Before, we were both inexperienced and overcautious. Now, however, we were unafraid and entirely willing to surrender our bodies to every impulse and every urge they entertained.

Sleeping was not a possibility and more, but I didn’t feel at all deprived. Our naked bodies were wrapped loosely in a sheet as we lay in silence, not touching, not blinking, just staring into each others eyes. It felt like such an intimate moment, even with the lack of direct contact. We stayed like that until sun began its ritualistic fight with the rain clouds.

In the silence, I reflected on the reason why the cushion was necessary. Any activities like that on a real bed would have surely crumbled it to the ground.

“Carlisle is still waiting to talk to us.” He reminded me.

“Oh, yeah. We should probably go do that.” I sighed.

He held out his hand as I tried to sit up. “No, let me.”

He flew around the room in a visual blur and collected my clothing. Slowly, he untangled me from the sheets and caressed every inch of my body before allowing the fabric to cover me.