Almost an hour later, the couple lay breathless on the bed with Amy cuddled warmly inside Edward's naked arms.
He held her so closely you would think someone else was trying to take her away. Her back was to his front and while both arms circled her shoulders, he had one leg locking hers to the bed.
His nose was buried in her hair and Edward was beyond comfortable breathing in the scent of her floral shampoo.
They were both quiet as they reflected on what had just happened.
Sex wasn't something Amy had as regularly as she suspected Edward did. He was the practical example of 'What Women Want'; if there were a poster to be made about that particular subject, Edward would probably make cover image.
She wasn't a virgin, oh no but she could never compare any of the men she had been with to Edward. He was a god in bed. He knew all the right places to kiss and squeeze.
