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A/N Just to make everything simpler, Bella has moved in with the Cullens. This takes place soon after New Moon, after Edward has returned and everything is right again. For the sake of this story, there is no Jacob love triangle. Eclipse has not yet happened (and won't) If there are some things that happen or are revealed in later books that are mentioned in this story, please forgive me, as I do not have a perfect memory. :)
Bella's POV
First his kisses were tender, like the kind I was used to. But slowly, they began to build in intensity. I ran my hands through his hair, letting a small moan escape my lips as he moved himself closer to me. I licked his lower lip tentatively; so many times I had been rejected. But as he opened his mouth to me, I realized that this was different; strange, yes, but also exciting.
I explored his mouth with my tongue and he returned the favor. He tasted like cold; he tasted like a winter morning: frosty and crisp. His cold hands slid down my sides and I let a small moan escape my lips. He laughed into my mouth as we continued our kissing.
I looked into his golden eyes, filled with desire, as he lay me gently back on the bed. He climbed on top of me, every inch of our suddenly bare skin touching. I started to wonder when that had happened when he began to fondle my breasts with his cold hands. All wonder left me as I grabbed a fistful of his honey blond hair and moaned softly, once again. The cold of his hands was such a blissful contrast to the heat of my skin.
I heard a noise. It sounded like an owl. I was distracted. We were in the forest. On a bed in the middle of a forest. What? How did we – my thoughts were once more interrupted. He had started to kiss me on my stomach, and continued lower and lower. Now his face was between my legs. I gave a little whimper. Slightly anxious, mostly begging. I had wanted so long to be touched like this, to feel wanted. The look on his face was almost enough. Almost.
He kissed my inner thighs, up and down, sometimes letting his tongue linger on the spot. He got closer and closer to my throbbing sex, but never quite there. He was teasing me, damnit! I moaned when he got close, so close. "Please," I half moaned, half whined. "Please, I need this." He smirked then, and then his tongue flicked, ever so gently against my folds. I gasped as he repeated the gesture, this time with more force. He said nothing, but I could hear his soft moan, as I'm sure he could hear mine. He began sucking on my clit at the same time that he slid his icy finger deep into me. One hand clutched tightly to the sheets while the other grabbed a fistful of his hair again, as I bucked my hips into his touch. He took this as an encouragement and added a second finger, increasing his pace.
I was so close now. The pressures that were built up in me were to their breaking point; I was at my breaking point in the most delicious way possible.
"Ohhh, Jasper. God, I'm going to—yes, yes! Oh God, Jasper!"
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