Lemon. (I couldn't help myself)

THIRTEEN

He has bent me over the pool ledge at my waist. My legs dip into the water still. My body is in between the metal poles of the ladder, one of my feet rest on a rung. His tongue flicks my clit, mouth sucks me in.

I moan clinging to the cold metal for sanity. It's slipping away. He's taking me higher as he laps at my sex.

He smacks my ass enjoying the sounds I am eliciting from the pleasure. How can I go weeks without this?

Swirling in various patterns, sucking even nibbling. His face is buried, submerged in me. I buck back into him moaning in pleasure.

"Uhh. Oh. Yes," I breathe, "please don't stop."

But he does. Just for a moment.

His mouth pulls away, but his fingers take up the job. Two digits plunge into my sex, hitting my g-spot over and over. I gasp out in pleasure. He knows exactly how to play me.

Just as I'm about to climax from the wonders of his longer, perfect fingers they pull away. He drags my body back into the warm pool water. I turn in his arms glaring at him trying to catch onto my breath. I was moments from coming.

"Why did you stop? Is it because of a condom? I don't need that. I have protection." I smack his bicep playfully.

He smiles lifting my body up so my legs wrap around his waist. Stepping through the water he moves us so my back comes to rest against the ledge by the glass.

"What's the point of this view if I'm going to have sex with you over there on the boring floor. This big window is waiting for us," he smiles.

Before I can reply he is pushing inside me. I gasp loudly digging my nails into his shoulders.

"Fuck," I huff.

The water moves around us as he thrusts into me. I try my best to meet each of them.

"Oh fuck," he growls, "baby. You're so tight."

His mouth latches onto my breasts as he pushes in and out at an unforgiving depth. Each part of my body he worships in his own sexy, loving way. He switches between them, giving them the attention they desire from him. When his mouth isn't providing it, his hands do the work. Squeezing and kneading them.

Sweat beads on his heap as he lets my nipple go. He's really giving it all he's got. Pushing deeper, quicker. Dating an althlete has boosted my sex life tenfold.

"I'm coming," I stutter out.

"Good," he groans gripping the side of the pool.

The new leverage helps him thrust harder. It's enough to make me come completely undone. I bury my face in his neck, cramping down on his dick. I moan in between quivers, letting my orgasm take over each nerve under my skin.

"That's it," he chuckles, "so beautiful."

He helps my place down my legs, standing in the water. It's chest deep. So when he presses my body against the edge, hands splayed on the glass the water splashes over my body as he begins to take me from behind.

The deep, long thrusts were hot. But this is more animalistic. He pulls me back into his almost roughly. Driving me wild. The most intense sex yet.

As he thrusts his hand snakes around my body, teasing my clit roughly with his fingers. He is completely in control, determined to get me to come again.

"I want another one," he confirms my thoughts.

"You're sending me wild," I gasp out.

It takes everything in me not to scream. The pressure is building rapidly and the floodgates are struggling to keep from bursting.

"I want to hear that moan you do when you come around me. I'm going to miss it," he says, "you're so fucking hot, Bella."

My eyes squeeze shut. They say words can be power. His dirty words are living proof. Between his hard thrusts, teasing fingers and the whispers of smut. I'm going to an intense place.

"I'm going to come," I gasp.

"Don't. I'm close. I want to together," he grunts out quickening the pace.

"Please," I begin to clamp down.

"If you come I'll bend you over and spank you," he growls.

I can't. Hold. It. In.

He groans out as I let go, coming hard around him again. No orgasm is little when it comes to fucking Edward Mason Cullen.

"Naughty,"he growls.

He doesn't slow down for my disobedience.

"I'm coming baby," he breathes out.

"You can inside," I confirm.

It's the only invitation he needs. He doesn't have to be told twice. He lets go inside me. The feeling is amazing.

He pulls out of me before pulling my body back to his. His chest is warm against my back.

"If they invented brakes for how fast I'm falling for you, I'd refuse to use them," he whispers into my ear.

Tomorrow is my last day with him for weeks. It's the first thing I think of when I wake up. Immediately I feel sad.

My night flashed back through my mind. The smile stretches across my face and I feel like a stupid teenager. We had sex more times than I could count. From the pool, to the hot tub and then to his bed. My legs were sore.

Beside me he is still sleeping. So I cuddle closer into him enjoying his warmth and scent. Desperate to soak up every last drop to get me by till the next hello.

"You okay?" He mutters tired.

"I miss you already," I whisper, "I don't want you to go."

"I don't either. I would give everything to stay here with that sexy body pushed up against me," he says softly, "this next month or so will feel like years. We'll make the most of today."

"What time is the flight tomorrow?" I ask.

"Early," he whispers, kissing my shoulder softly.

My eyes well up. It's a fight to keep back the tears. Thank god I'm facing away from him.

"But just weeks and we'll be poolside. We definitely can't do what we did in the one last night," he chuckles.

I giggle but it's not whole heartedly.

"Baby,"he sits up slightly the remainder of sleep slipping away.

"Yeah?" I whisper.

"Don't be sad," he says.

"I'm not," I shrug.

He pulls me so my back hits the mattress softly.

"Baby," he says, "I'm sorry. Just think five weeks and we're in Bali. 8 and I'm home."

"It feels harder this time. Days of dating and I feel this way. It's dumb," I whisper.

"It's not. I feel it too. Technically we've been dating for more than two months. Weeks away… I still count those," he says.

"Me too," I nod.

"Between each phone call, text, those dates we had, these past few days. I know for a fact I love you," he smiles.

It doesn't register right away. In fact I was in the middle of contemplating getting up to go to the bathroom during his spiel. He had half of my attention. But he gained the rest with his three words.

"You said it," I stammer.

"I'll say it again," he smirks, "I lo.."

"I love you," I interrupt.

He laughs leaning down to kiss me deeply. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down over me.

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