I do not own Twilight.
Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging on this one. This story is rated M for a reason ;)
Summer before Senior Year
The waves in the water are moving at a soothing pace now that the tide is nearly in and the sun is starting to go down. It's only the second week of summer, but already it's turning into the best summer I've ever had.
There are few people left on the beach and even fewer in the water. Alice and Jasper left an hour ago; Jasper has dinner with his parents and Alice is joining them. A couple of guys from the baseball team had come by to see Edward and Jasper, but they've since gone as well.
The only people left is an old man who's been swimming laps out by the buoys for the past twenty minutes, a lady scouring the beached seaweed for anything valuable or exciting, a lady dozing in her beach chair, and a few underclassmen hanging out by the rocks. I think they've smuggled alcohol by the rambunctious laughter that sounds from a quarter mile away.
The night is peaceful, but my stomach is anything but.
Butterflies nest and awaken when I think about tonight.
My legs are wrapped lazily around Edward as we drift in the darkening water, the temperature warm with the setting sun. He keeps his legs moving gently under us, treading water to keep us afloat, his fingers soft in my hair. He smells like salt and sunscreen and every time he leans down to kiss me, I can smell the expensive aftershave my mom helped me pick out for his birthday.
His smell and his taste and the atmosphere of the quiet beach and even quieter water has me thinking of doing things we've never done before. Sure, we've done plenty and he's made me feel plenty, but we haven't had sex and right now, I really, really want to.
But it's not just in the moment. I've been thinking about this for weeks now. Well, I've been thinking about it ever since I saw him for the first time last summer, but I've been really thinking about it for the past few weeks.
Our kisses and gazes and touches linger the longer we're in the water and I think he knows something is up because he keeps looking at me suspiciously every time I wrap my legs tighter around him, or tighten my fingers in his hair to keep his mouth on mine, or push my chest further into his.
It's the little things, but he's always been good at picking up on the little things.
"You okay?" he asks when I rest my head on his shoulder.
"Uh-huh," I answer and lean closer to press my lips to his throat.
His arms tighten around me and I can feel his pulse quicken under my mouth.
"You wanna get out?" he asks, but his voice is a little rougher than before, a little lower.
"Uh-uh." I press my tongue flat against the skin under his ear.
He shivers and I giggle so he moves his hands further down to my rear and squeezes which leaves me gasping against his salty skin.
I can feel his grin against my cheek, but I can also feel his erection pressing against my stomach. I tighten my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, raising myself a bit to brush against him where I ache for him most.
We both let out a low groan, throaty and airy, but a groan none the less.
He's pushing me further away from him before I can repeat, his eyes bright with the reflecting sun staring into mine. The desire is there, the same desire I see day in and day out that barely ebbs when we do other things and I'm sure my gaze is a reciprocal of his.
I press my mouth to his, wet and salty and soft.
"My parents are out for the night," I whisper and then kiss him again before he can respond.
When I look at him again, the look in his eyes is needy and desperate, but coupled with a love so great that it makes everything in me swell and flutter.
"We should get out," is all he says.
My heart is pounding and I'm sure he can hear it.
"Will you stay the night?" I ask him, invite him.
His breathing is a little off, ragged and uneven. He skims his lips along my cheekbone and the pathway erupts with fire that slices down to my core.
"Are you sure?" he asks quietly, but I can still hear the subdued hope in his voice. He's been patient with me, but I know he's slowly burning inside with each teasing touch and taste.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I say and it's the truth. I want Edward. I want everything he can give to me, and I want him to be my first.
He kisses me deeply, slowly, with a passion that promises tonight will be breathtaking and I answer him with my lips, my tongue, my teeth until he pulls away.
"I love you," he whispers against my lips.
I smile and say, "I trust you," back to him because I know that's what he's really asking.
His eyes brighten and soften. He shifts me in the water so that he can press his face into my hair.
"Has this been on your mind for a while?" he asks. "You've been distracted lately."
Only all summer, I want to say. But instead, I say, "No," because the real answer sounds obsessive.
He pulls back a little and his eyes graze over my features. A grin lights up his face, making him even more beautiful than before.
"Liar," he whispers into my ear.