As her fingers traced along bare skin, Edward gave her some more soft moans. They left trails of burning desire as they moved, and he felt like he was throbbing with need for her now. He was actually quite pleased when she stopped and took off his shoes. He'd all but forgotten about them, and there was something sweet and almost domestic about the act that stopped him from burning up completely. It really was a ceremonial undressing. She was not going to be satisfied with getting the trousers mostly out of the way, she was going to get him completely naked. It was patient, and it felt strangely special.
"Yes," he whispered softly, that one word dripping with desire for her. And then her hands moved. "Oh god." The words were just a gentle sigh, but the heat and the throbbing need were back. He wanted it to last forever in this sweet torture, but he also wanted to scream at her to please god hurry up. He was sure he looked quite desperate as he looked down at her.