Jacob carried Renesmee through the threshold of their honeymoon suite, his eyes intent on hers. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched her husband ogle her ravenously, with adoration and pride. She blushed, warm in his arms and was placed gently onto the plush white satin covers of the king sized bed. Her auburn hair fanned out in silky waves, an effect that stole Jacob's breath for a moment. She looked like an angel to him, pale yet beaming and flushed, perfect and beautiful. All his.
He came to her side, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She smiled modestly under his touch and closed her eyes. Jacob leaned into her, kissing her cheek before tickling her neck with his warm breath. A barely audible moan slipped through Renesmee's lips in response to her husband's manipulations.
"I love you, Mrs. Black," he cooed into her ear. She smiled again.
"I love you, Jacob," she yawned wearily, her eyes still closed.
Jacob pressed his lips to the fleshy white skin of her neck, nipping and kissing here and there. Renesmee sighed with delight, though her eyes remained shut. She felt her husband's weight shift and opened her eyes to find his face hovering above her own.
"Hello," she giggled nervously.
"Hello beautiful," he responded grinning, thinking that he sounded like a love struck fool. He flashed her his sparkling white teeth that contrasted with the rich darkness of his skin. Renesmee pressed her lips together to keep from sighing aloud. He was the beautiful one, she thought.
"What's going on in that lovely head of yours?" Jacob wanted to know.
"I am thinking about your teeth," she said laughing.
"My teeth?" he sounded disappointed.
Renesmee nodded, "Yes. They are striking against your skin."
"Oh," he chuckled. "Thank you?"
"And I was also thinking that I want you to kiss me."
A tinge of red appeared in Jacob's tan cheeks for a second and left just as soon. His embarrassment was replaced with cockiness.
"I was thinking the same," he spoke smoothly.
Renesmee smirked, glad to have shifted the conversation to something that wouldn't reveal her embarrassing and overwhelming veneration for her husband. She propped herself up on her dainty elbows and wrapped her creamy arms around his neck.
"Great minds think alike," she whispered as their foreheads touched and their noses caressed.
"I'm going to kiss you now, Mrs. Black," Jacob reminded her.
"Carry on, Mr. Black," she smiled and waited.
Jacob smiled too before pressing his lips onto hers. They were so soft, and so warm, and so gentle. He pulled a millimeter away only to kiss her again, parting her mouth slightly as their lips moved ardently together. Renesmee could feel the excitement tingle from her fingertips to her toes; the intense pleasure of Jacob's weight above had her body humming with anticipation.
She kissed him playfully and lazily since discovering such delicious pleasures in her fingers and toes, yet when Jacob's tongue glided across her lower lip, she became very aware of ache building up in her stomach and the skin of her inner thigh begging to be stroked.
Renesmee opened her mouth wider, and Jacob's hot tongue collided against hers in a dance of passion and care. She arched her back, her breasts tender against his chest and whimpered when he pulled away. Jacob stood on his knees, a leg on either side of her, giving Renesmee a bashful smile.
"I've never done this," he told her nervously.
"It'll be okay," she assured him smiling her radiant smile. "You need to help me out of this dress."
Jacob laughed, pecked Renesmee on the lips and pulled away, searching for a way to get her out.
She crawled off the bed, standing at the edge for him to untie her from behind. Jacob made quick work of the ribbons that held her bodice in place, and Renesmee hopped out of her dress. She giggled as it fell to the floor and pooled around her ankles.
Jacob could not control the migration of his eyes as they raked over figure. They had waited for years to be intimate, and while he tried very much to cherish their beginning, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Renesmee blushed sheepishly, watching Jacob watch her. He didn't know what to do, if he would please her or not, or worse, if he would hurt her, it being both their first time.
"Stop thinking so much, Jacob," she kneeled onto the edge of the bed where he stood frozen. "Just do whatever you feel like doing."
She beamed up at him with dimples in her rosy cheeks. "Do what you feel, Jake," she repeated, mumbling sweet encouragements against his skin, kissing his neck, his chin, his cheek, behind his ear.
Jacob wrapped his arms around her waist, lingering on the small of her back, before pulling her onto the bed completely. Renesmee would have laughed if it weren't for Jacob raining kisses down her body. She grew delighted in her choice of scandalous undergarments for the evening's activities. It seemed that Jacob was enjoying them.
She heard him growl as he ravished her stomach, sending vibrations throughout her body. He dragged his mouth, hot and passionate, from between her ribs to her navel, to just above her white ruffled underwear.
"Jake," she gasped excitedly. As tempting as it was to pull the teeny garment down with his teeth, Jacob made his way back up to his lover. His chin rested between her breasts, and their lusty eyes locked. Renesmee cupped his face in her hands, allowing her fingers to free his cropped, dark hair from its neat ponytail.
Her fingers traced over his cheekbones to his full lips, soft and supple against her skin. His lips parted as he nibbled on them playfully. She grinned radiantly, and he took her hands and pulled them over her head, gripping them slightly, keeping them in place. Jacob lowered his mouth to her skin, his eyes always on hers. His tongue tasted the curves of her breasts, nipping and sucking every now and then. Renesmee shuddered beneath him, arching her back so that he would take notice in her erect nipples, aching to be caressed by the velvet of his tongue.
Finally, he took the pink bud into his mouth, sucking and pulling it between his teeth. Renesmee bit down on her lip in concentration. She continued to arch her back, pushing her chest up against Jacob's eager lips.
Her center was suddenly throbbing and moist. Jacob's lips returned to her, kissing her until they were red and swollen. He felt her foot graze his leg, sliding up and down tauntingly. She moaned into his mouth, as a finger trailed down her stomach to her frilly white underwear. She whimpered when he ran his finger over the now damp fabric.
"Shh," he told her, covering his mouth over hers again. Didn't she know he'd give her everything she wanted? She pushed her tongue into his mouth with a fervor that surprised Jacob. He'd never known his sweet, pure Renesmee to be such a little vixen. Her tongue massaged his, tasting the champagne he'd drank earlier during their wedding reception, while her hands moved up and down his back until they finally knotted in his dark hair.
"Mmm," she moaned into his mouth. Why did he taste so delicious? He broke away, kissing along her jaw line and down her neck, her favorite place. Her legs squeezed around his waist as she lifted her hips to meet his. An unexpected growl rumbled into her neck as Jacob yelped with pleasure.
"Honey," she crooned, her tone pleading and needy. He lowered his forehead to hers and kissed her sweet lips before rubbing her center. Instantaneously, Renesmee's soft, ragged breaths became audible as she encouraged Jacob's dexterous fingers.
Jacob was pleased with the sounds he was extracting from his wife writhing in pleasure beneath him. He needed to feel her, to touch every part of her body and memorize every mole and scrape. He wanted to hear her cry his name again, soft like a prayer, urgent as she guided him and loudly as she reached her satisfaction. He wanted all of her, and he wanted to give his all to her.
"Tell me what you want, angel," he breathed into her ear, nibbling gently. His erection was literally aching for her, and it made him feel lightheaded, dizzy and distracted from everything that wasn't Renesmee, but he wasn't going to rush anything, not until he made her feel good.
"Take them off," she growled through parted lips. They puckered out slightly, and she was panting as she anticipated the moment Jacob's fingers would fill her warmth. He sucked on her swollen bottom lip before reaching down between them to slide off her underwear. With shaking hands, he grasped at her sides, his eyes unprepared to feast on her wholly, and then she stopped him.
He looked up, and she was smiling.
"What's the matter?" he wanted to know, admonishing himself for not being bolder. She shifted underneath him, her breasts falling fluidly to one side and then bounced in place as she wriggled from beneath him and straddled his lap, rubbing the sides of his clothed thighs.
"It's not fair that I'm the only one in the nude, sweet husband," she smirked, crushing her lips to his, her tiny tongue darting frantically inside his mouth. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, patiently.
Renesmee wrapped her slender fingers around the collar of Jacob's shirt and tugged at the buttons. She undid each one as he nipped and licked up her neck to her ear, a sensation that caused her heart rate to increase in speed, her arousal to pool in her underwear, her eyes to roll behind her head, and her lips to part as she panted.
"Oh my God, Jake," Renesmee gasped, overwhelmed with pleasure. She pushed the shirt over his shoulders, so broad and muscular, and kissed his chest frantically. Jacob felt himself harden further as her small, soft, perfect lips touched his heated skin. He longed to be inside of her, and if she spoke his name once more, he would surely have her.
His hips involuntarily jerked upward as Renesmee grinded into him tauntingly. She wasn't sure if what she was feeling beneath her was her husband's arousal or his belt, yet either way, she couldn't wait for what was to come next.
"I got it," she exclaimed stubbornly when Jacob offered to help her. She continued to kiss her husband while simultaneously attempting to undo his belt and pants. Finally the belt was open, his zipper was undone, and he kicked off his pants. Renesmee reached for his boxers, ready to pull them away, and was stopped.
"We're even now," Jacob told her with a smile, his fingers playing with the ruffles on her underwear. Renesmee froze, her back arched as Jacob's hands entered her underwear and cupped her bottom. He squeezed the firm mounds, eliciting an orgasmic moan from his wife. Her back arched further, and her hips shifted so that his fingers were just under her desire. Jacob had never been more aroused.
He teased her, running one finger down the slick folds. Renesmee cried out from the sensation and sighed when that same finger made its way into Jacob's mouth as he sucked her fluid from his hand completely. He laid her on her back and removed the white fabric, tossing it to the floor before pulling her back onto his lap, returning his finger to her warmth.
Her scent filled his nostrils and clouded his brain. It was the most glorious scent, and he knew he would be happy if he could make her feel this much pleasure forever.
Up and down, his fingers trailed as Renesmee murmured incoherently. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. He had been so worried that he wouldn't know how to please her, but it seemed to have come very naturally to him. And being a sex goddess had certainly come very easily to Renesmee. Would he ever tire of pleasuring her?
She propped her hands on his shoulders for leverage, kissing the taut slope of his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. Jacob pushed a finger deeper inside of her, and she couldn't withstand from puncturing his skin and drawing several beads of blood. She swiped her tongue over his wounds, enjoying the warm steely taste despite her disappointment for injuring her poor sweet husband.
Jacob yelped with a mixture of pain and delight.
"Hungry, Nessie?" Jacob inquired huskily, and Renesmee could tell by his somewhat jesting tone that he was not upset.
"You know how I prefer blood," she smiled viciously and seductively, pressing herself harder against him.
"I do, but I have to wonder if that's going to happen every time we're intimate," he said, smiling before he crushed his lips to hers.
"Only if you want it to, I suppose," Renesmee said against his lips and snorted.
"I don't think I mind," he answered before biting down gently and piercing her lip with a mark of his own. Jacob sucked the blood from her lip and tasted her tongue as they caressed the other.
Renesmee broke away, throwing her head back and laughing wickedly.
"Mmmmm," she moaned when Jacob reminded her of what his fingers could do.
Jacob watched her guide his hands with the subtle movements of her beautiful hips. He admired the smooth line from her navel to her breasts, so full and perfect. There were whimpers and cries and gasps and moans and then suddenly, Renesmee did not move. She had opened her eyes, and her hands moved down his chest to across his abdomen to the hem of his underwear.
"You're time has come, Jacob Black."