22.

Cool calloused hands drift achingly slow up warm tan thighs to a barrier of red bikini bottoms.

With gentle fingers he teases the scrap of fabric to one side, finds her wanton, hot and wet as his thumb circles teasingly across the tiny bud of desire that leaps upward at his attention.

She sighs.

Her eyes search out his in the faded half-light of the moon.

"Edward," she breathes into the whispering breeze.

He smiles and slides a finger inside her heat and she bucks against his thrust.

"Bella," he answers softly. "My beautiful Bella. Come for me."

She does.