Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. You know how it goes. It's like a broken record, isn't it? Nothing belongs to me.

Jacob Black watched his gorgeous wife, positively spell-bound, as though he under a deep enchantment, observing how she ran a hairbrush through her long, reddish-brown tendrils; the lush auburn locks cascaded over her porcelain shoulders and against her back, like an angel's wings. His forest-brown gaze felt deliciously intense, while Renesmee's pink-tulip lips curved into a crooked smile, and stared back at Jacob's brawny reflection in her vanity mirror.

"If you continue looking at me like that, you'll burn holes in my back," she said, setting down her brush and turned around on the bench to face him.

"Actually, I'm trying to see if I can melt your nightgown with my awesome heat-vision," Jacob replied, shrugging in a sheepish manner.

He struggled to keep his eyes on focused on Nessie's face, but he just couldn't help himself. His velvet brown orbs roamed mischievously downward, appreciating the lavender silk nightgown and the way it squeezed her round breasts in its tight V-shaped cut while the rest of the fabric ruffled like water around her hips. The view made him grin like a horny teenaged boy who just discovered his favorite Playboy bunny, only Nessie didn't nearly as trashy and she was infinitely sexier than all those chicks rolled together.

"Too bad I'm not Clark Kent, huh?"

Nessie smoothed a wrinkle in the nightdress, her beautiful face flushing a heated scarlet color. She could feel her body wanting to ignite the sparks between lust, love, and sensuality. Tonight, the half-breed fully intended to have her dirty, little way with her handsome husband.

"Jacob," Renesmee murmured into the temperate air, her eyes shaded with desire and crossed her legs as a tender river flowed through her patient core. Subsequently, Jacob felt every fiber of his being aching anxiously with a needy passion.

The hybrid arose to her feet, sauntering over to Jacob, and suddenly, he clocked on to her sneaky seduction technique. His mouth increased its shape to a bright smile; the dimples in his perfectly tan cheeks made Nessie hurt with arousal. She circled her slender arms around his bare shoulders, ever-thankful Jacob preferred to remain shirtless half the time. Jacob pressed his hands gently against his waist, scraping his eager fingertips lightly at the soft silk.

Renesmee went to her tippy toes to accommodate his vertical stature ; Jacob's dark lips tingled when her warm breath rushed against his chin, teasing him. He leaned in closer, but imprint backed away. This momentarily wounded his heart as the small distance tugged at his heartstrings.

"C'mon, Nessie, don't do that," Jacob whined, his cock throbbing against the prison of his cut-off shorts.

Renesmee giggled. "Okay, Jacob, I'll cut you a tiny deal. I will let you be kissed if you give me your word that this time you'll play by my rules for a change."

For a moment, Jacob considered her bizarre compromise. After all, he was the Alpha, and by instinct Jacob wouldn't normally let any person overpower him, but Nessie was another story. Would it somehow be out of character for him to let Nessie boss him around in bed? Albeit, the notion intrigued him greatly, like a moth seeking illumination. By Nessie's own nature, it made sense that she enjoyed exploring her dominant side; yet, as a lover, she was always so generous. She allowed Jacob the opportunity to touch, tease, and taste every part of her body without complaint.

He nodded, trusting Renesmee as she did him.

"Thank you."

Nessie sought his mouth in a fervent kiss—the contours tasted like musk and apple cinnamon, while Jacob, too, discovered true magic against her tongue, savoring the flavors of strawberries and fresh rain. Her tongue swirled around Jacob's, slowly massaging the excited pink flesh. She moaned in his Jacob's open mouth, and bit his lower lip in an effort to twist herself away before she let herself succumb to his commands.

In blatant disapproval, Jacob groaned. "Well, Nessie, what do you want from me?" His deep voice gave away his growing impatience, nearly causing Renesmee to submit to the leader of the pack. Just then, Jacob's massive hand cupped the young woman's soft, crimson cheek and said in a kinder tone, "I'm sorry, Ness, you know how I get. I would do anything for you, but you need to tell me where to start."

She absolutely loved this man.

"Remove your shorts, Jacob," Nessie ordered, and then thought to turn around to collect herself. Her heart stopped for a millisecond when the traitor mirror showed the image of the Native American's erected member stand tall and proud, practically pointing at her. Renesmee felt a bolt of azure lightning strike her spine, sending a wonderful shiver down her back all the way to her weeping center.

She heard Jacob exhale, waiting for further instruction.

"Go to the middle of the bed and lie on your stomach."

Jacob obliged, the weight of his body slightly lowered the mattress, causing the object to squeak.

Then, he heard the sound of an article of clothing drop to the ground. Renesmee's toxic scent of arousal polluted the air, filling his nostrils, and the wolf in him wanted to run wild—to attack, to claim, and to give this immortal creature every last ounce of him. Jacob felt Nessie climb on top of him, straddling the copper hills of his firm buttocks. This was a form of torture, the shape-shifter mused grudgingly, as he refused to turn his head around; he did not need eyes to know that his spouse was buck-naked.

"Oh, fuck, Nessie! What're you trying to do? Murder me?" he inquired playfully.

"No, I'm saving that for another day," Nessie whispered, running her nimble digits up his spinal chord. "Jacob, I've longed to touch you like this, but I suppose I've been a little to shy to even suggest it in the past. I want to feel your every muscle beneath my hands and present you with as much pleasure as you give me."

Jacob couldn't think of an adequate reply, but instead emitted a low growl. This was all so brand new to his senses—her pussy was right on his ass. How does a guy normally react to something like that?

Nessie kneaded Jacob's shoulder-blades together and pressed her thighs into his hips, attempting to mold their bodies into one shape. She dug her fingertips into the center of his back, and rubbed the smooth, russet skin tenderly.

The tension in his body vanished upon mere contact with Renesmee's masterful fingers. All this touching was sweet torment to his rock-hard dick; her sluggish pace was meant to drive him to the brink of insanity. Jacob needed so much all at once—to pound his twitching rod into her leaking pussy, to feel her cool palms rubbing the knots out his back, and to—fuck!—let his tongue travel around and nibble on Nessie's shiny clit.

"Okay, Jacob," Nessie said, lifting herself up. "You can turn over now." Jacob did just that and got a fantastic view of a full frontal Renesmee.

The fever of her blush went from the apple of her cheeks and spread all the way south, to where the half-human half-vampire's inner thighs connected. Without thinking, Jacob reached one hand down to pump his hurting cock. Nessie jumped back on the bed; her pussy hovered mere centimeters above his staff, and then seated her ass on his knees.

"Nuh-uh-uh-uh," she chided, light-heartedly scowling at her husband as she pried his hand away from the trouble area. "No, sir. Tonight, it is my sole responsibility to make sure you reach your release, not yours."

"Please, Nessie?" Jacob begged pathetically, tracing his nether lip with his tongue.

She giggled, lowering his mouth down to his hardened pectoral, scraping her teeth against the brown flesh.

"Ah, fucking shit!" Jacob moaned, his hips involuntarily bucking upwardly as his erection brushed briefly against Nessie's incredibly slick opening. "S-s-so fucking good!"

Her mouth turned into a flattered smirk against his bronze skin, repeating the same action on the opposite nipple.

"Mmm," Renesmee hummed. "I love the way you taste, Jacob, like pure man. Every time I have to struggle not sink my teeth into your skin, and," she rubbed her nose against the pulse-point of his throat, "drink you dry."

Jake huffed, disgruntled and dazed. "Do whatever you want, take all my blood, just do something!"

Nessie slid down further on his body, tracing the thin valleys between his abdominal muscles with the white tips of her nails and tickled the skin gently until goosebumps formed. Her mouth ventured to the place where Jacob needed her most. She marveled at the flawless proportional length and girth, complete with thick veins. Renesmee dragged her tongue around the copper head in a tauntingly sloth-like pace, licking away the spectacular precum.

Dayum, Jacob thought, as his monumental fingers entangled themselves between her soft, coppers curls, resting on her scalp, and urged Nessie to take in more. At this rate, he was going to be hard for eons. Renesmee complied, much to Jake's gratitude, swallowing his dick whole until it hit the back of her throat. Jacob thrust between her lips, in desperate attempt to pursue the ultimate high, and continued to stroke in and out of her mouth.

His balls tightened, but alas, Nessie, like the beautiful fox she was, took her mouth away from him. And once again, Jacob was left terribly unsatisfied.

"You're evil," Jacob accused, on edge from lack of climax.

"No, I'm really not. You're just horny," she countered, lightly slapping his shoulder as climbed up him again.

"Please, please, please, Nessie! Let me come!" the Quileute man pleaded, whimpering unabashedly. "Please! I need you so much!"

Nessie could have done a victory dance at her lover's desperation—how she could almost see blood sizzling, how he shook dangerously with lust. She dropped her body weight on his cock. Renesmee started to ride him as if he were a rogue bull, while Jacob roughly gripped her hips.

"Oh, Jacob!" she screamed, their mixed heat rolling of their figures.

Jake moved Nessie faster, trying to tempt the carnivorous creature within; and judging by the way she braced her arms on his shoulders and how her darkened chocolate eyes became half-lidded, it worked. Renesmee rolled her hips anxiously, grinding and bouncing her flooding slit on Jacob's erection when he found that secret spot buried inside her body. He pressed his thumb against Nessie's bundle of nerves, and massaged it.

"Mmm, Jacob," Nessie purred.

The friction was paradise found, when her tight cunt squeezed his cock like a vice.

At last, with lingering strokes, Jacob erupted like an enraged volcano inside his soul mate while she, as well, wandered the road of heavenly oblivion, their gusts of passion meeting in unison.

Fighting to catch her breath, Nessie plomped onto the bed next to Jacob, utterly exhausted. Meanwile, Jacob was too busy grinning like a very happy wolf.

"That," pant, "was," pant, "awesome!" Pant, pant.

"Really?" Nessie inquired dubiously. "You didn't mind that I was in charge?"

Jacob scooted closer to her, running his fingers through her currently tangled hair as he went soft. "You're amazing, Misses Black." He kissed Nessie's head. "I'm so glad you're mine."

"I love you, Jacob," Nessue mumbled, her eyes fluttered closed. "Forever." With that, she fell fast asleep.

He chuckled quietly. "Love you, too, Ness."

Thus, the shape-shifter and his half-vampire imprint drifted off into a heavy, peaceful slumber that night, with Jacob's arms wrapped protectively around her upper torso while Nessie smiled in her dreams. Unbeknownst to them, a new chapter of their lives had begun.


A/N: Yeah. So, I'm not going to promise you there's gonna be a lemon every chapter as I'm not very good at writing them. Furthermore, this isn't gonna be a story where the Volturi and whatever villain interfere. There will be some drama, but not a whole lot. I just wanna write a lengthy, easy Jessie fic.