They lay comfortably next to each other on the crystalline sand, as the gentle waves of the ocean licked at their bare feet.
He sighed contentedly when she traced her fingertips over his smooth cheeks and wonderfully masculine jaw. She smiled as he closed his eyes and leant his face into her loving touch, and giggled when he pulled her on top of him.
She relaxed and let her knees sink into the warm sand either side of his hips, her ear pressed against his chest and the top of her head under his chin.
She lazily observed the glittering grains sift through her parted fingers as she scooped up a handful of sand, and watched as they got carried by the breeze into Carlisle's dishevelled hair.
His chest rumbled with a chuckle.
She once again lay down next to him, but let out a little squeal when he flew to his feet, grabbed her ankles and tugged her into the ocean.
The secretive shore of Isle Esme was a safe haven for them, but also a place to be free.
They were both fascinated by each other when they came up as the water trailed down their slippery bodies to seek out curves and dips in their flesh.
Sand escaped the folds in the fabric of their thin clothing, and floated away without a care. The ocean floor pulled at their toes, never wanting to let them go.
The brilliant sunshine made them glow, so very brightly. They also glowed with love and happiness, it seemed.
The world then gave them privacy, for the only thing they could hear or see was each other.
Carlisle licked his lips when his wife's dress hugged her figure delightfully and offered a view of some of the skin underneath. He would happily hug her and mould into her curves too, so he places no blame.
"Naughty." Esme smirked and playfully shoved at his chest when she glanced at his wandering eyes.
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