I really want Edward to take me on his desk. He’d be slow at first, tentatively brushing his hands down my thighs before spreading them apart, eyes locked to mine while he does it. Then he’d bend down and trail his mouth right up my thighs, pressing a single kiss on my folds, then stomach, chest and eventually my mouth. Once I assure him that I wanted it, he’d tug me flush against him so we’re chest to chest, my legs at either side of his hips before he coats his throbbing cock in the liquid that drenches my folds thanks to him. He presses his forehead to mine and asks me if I’m ready before pushing his pulsing member into me. His slow pace wouldn’t last long, not when I’m begging him to go faster as my nails dig into his back.