11.
The water splashes around me and crashes against the rocks and cliffs nearby as I wait for Bella to join me. I'm early but I had to get away from my mother. She mentioned antiquing, and I had to leave before being dragged along. I'll never understand how my father does it.
It's another nice day, and I hope Bella wears a bikini. I want her in the water with me.
I swim a few laps and watch for her.
When she finally makes an appearance, she's breathtaking. She's wearing a white, barely-there string bikini top with cut offs. I hope the bottoms are just as tiny.
I watch as she undoes the button of her shorts and gracefully steps out of them. She smirks when my eyes lock with hers.
Her playfulness is back, and I'm very happy about it.
She makes her way to me, careful to avoid the bigger rocks and their jagged edges. "I'm sorry I'm a little late."
I shake my head and smile. "You're not. I'm early."
Her skin is warm under my hands and her lips pliable against mine.
I kiss her and hold her close to me, our lower halves pressed together, and her legs wrapped around me in the water.
I walk over to the nearest rocks and set her carefully on top of them. "I missed your lips," she says as I move the little triangle she calls a bikini top and take her nipple into my mouth.
Her skin tastes like a mixture of saltwater, seaweed, and Bella. I love it. It's a part of us.
The us that I'll definitely miss once I'm gone and she's just a memory.
My fingers ghost down her belly, her shivers and moans egging me on as graze her sex over her bikini bottoms. "Do you want me to touch you, Bella?"
I know she does, but hearing her tell me so is such a turn on. "Yes, please...Embry."
I swallow the bile I feel rising in my throat, and press soft kisses on her collarbones and up the side of her neck. "Are you sure?" I whisper in her ear and graze her earlobe with my teeth.
"Yes." She doesn't need to say more for me to move the tiny scraps of fabric to the side and run my fingers up and down her slit, grazing her clit with each pass but not really giving her the friction she needs.
I'm hard as a rock, but getting her off is my main priority. I love seeing her come undone. Knowing that I do that to her, that I make her body quiver and her face contort like that. She looks...ethereal.
Bella swirls and bucks her hips against my fingers, and kisses me with so much need, I almost lose the little amount of control I have on my own hormones, and give into my own body's need to get off. But instead, I plunge two fingers deep inside her and use my thumb against her clit while I kiss and flick my tongue over her taut nipples.
It doesn't take long for her to shudder and shake in my arms and I make sure to kiss her mouth to avoid any names from rolling off of her lips.
I hold her against me when she comes down from her bliss, and laugh when she tells me how good it was.
"Don't laugh, I'm telling you, your fingers should get a medal for their fuckawesome skills." She giggles and I kiss her temple. "Your turn, baby." She grins and wiggles her eyebrows.
And I let her, because seeing her so happy is all that matters.
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Alice says I'll love Forks; I think she's delusional.
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