LYLS Chapter 2 - Breakfast

Naked Chef Edward

"I found Edward wearing an apron and nothing else, plugging in a waffle iron. His bare back was to me, his long muscled legs drawing my eyes downwards; his flesh made my mouth fall open."

On the counter via anntastic23

"His arms lifted me up and sat me on the counter, spreading my legs so he could stand between them. His arms reached around me and pulled me closer to the edge of the island. I began breathing rapidly, my body responding with a rush of heat, pulsing between my legs."

Can't Wait

"He lifted me, my legs wrapped at his waist, and carried me towards the bedroom, kissing me hard, his moans coming faster and more urgently. He whispered my name against my lips, his arms pulling my body tight against his. Our mouths moved urgently over each others' bodies. My hands tangled in his hair, my breath hot and fast on his flesh. I pulled his body tighter with my legs, urging him to enter me now, wherever we were.

He groaned and pushed me up against the wall of the bedroom, one of his arms easily supporting my weight, his other hand holding my breast to his mouth. I moved my hips and positioned myself above him, his hard cock touching my entrance. In a hard thrust he pushed all the way into me and cried out my name. He pulled out and repeated the movement, his entire length thrusting into my body, my center pulsing wet around him. 'Bella,  fuck...' he gasped and pushed into me again, his body humming with need."

 

Review by Captain Jezebel:

Edward in an apron and nothing else...holy fuck woman you kill me. Glad Bella is seeing Edward starting to become less tense and more sensual...damn lucky wench. I would let him win the spanking game any day, but being that I am human and so is Bella I see his point *snaps fingers* DARN. Climax by Edward fingers almost as yummy as waffles and fruit. I love how hot and horny this is but I feel the love and tenderness in every touch they give each other hun, your words make me feel it all. Beautifully done.
xoxo Jezzy"

Review by EJ Santry: 

Dear Santa, please bring me a six foot tall, bronze haired, alabaster, naked waffle maker for Christmas. Kthx, Bethie"

 Great quote via visionovervisibility:

"Hot waffle iron, knives, naked vampire, clumsy wife, post-coital bliss - these conditions mean that even my reflexes may not be enough to thwart disaster."