Like I said, I've already got quite a few chapters already written. I'm just proofreading them to make sure there's no big errors, as well as breaking them up into separate chapters for uploading. Hope you enjoy it!
As promised, lemons!
SM owns everything Twilight. I just make her characters a lot hornier.
Chapter 2 – Finding the Loophole
RPOV
It had been just over three and a half months since Jake and I made the move to Alaska to attend University of Alaska Southeast. We decided to move up and get settled prior to our fall schedule starting to have time to get used to our new surroundings. I was so ecstatic that Jake was coming with me. I'd been afraid prior to asking him to join me, worried I'd screwed things up between us. I was scared he wouldn't want to anything to do with me anymore. I also feared that he would feel obligated to stay behind for his pack. That's not to say that I didn't feel bad for making him have to choose between us, because I really did. He'd already made the move to Oregon with us, but he promised me that it was still close enough to La Push that he could make it back in about an hour if he needed to. It wouldn't be that way in Alaska.
I really shouldn't have been surprised to find that my fear was unfounded. Jake welcomed me back with open arms and told me that he loved me. He made me promise him that we'd start over, that I would let go of the guilt that I was carrying. He made it clear that nothing else mattered so long as I loved him, and how could I not love him when he said things like that? It was simply stunning to see what an amazing person he is. So selfless, so kind, so incredibly gorgeous, and somehow mine. I'd put him through weeks of torture, and he didn't spend a second dwelling on the past; all he cared about was spending time with me and building a future together. His patience was truly worth admiring, he waited for me since the day he first laid eyes on me to return the love he felt for me. It filled my heart and soul with tremendous warmth knowing that Jake loved me.
Jake seemed genuinely excited about starting college with me. He mentioned that it was something he never expected he would have the opportunity to do. I suppose turning into a werewolf as a teenager and technically becoming the chief of your tribe could change the course of your life pretty drastically. I was happy to see that he was even more excited than I was when I revealed to him that Seth and his imprint, my dear friend Nichole, were also going to be joining us. Nichole and I had become fast friends since Seth had introduced us, and while UAS wasn't her first choice for college, she was overly thrilled at the chance to go with Seth.
It was one of the many schools that we were lucky enough to have connections with inside the admissions office with, which was the only reason we were able to get both Jake and Seth enrolled on such short notice with so little paperwork. The two of them were smart enough to enroll on their own, but slacked off in high school and didn't have the grades to go without getting credits from a community college first. Their poor grades weren't a reflection of their intelligence, but rather their priorities. They were too busy fending off newborn armies and Volturi threats to really bother with school at the time. Jake eventually went back and finished high school once things had settled down, Seth was lucky enough to never have to drop out.
Nichole and I both agreed that since we were dragging them so far away from their home, the least we could do was at least give them a little part of it to take with them. Jake and Seth had become like brothers over the years. While they always considered each other 'pack brothers' their relationship had only become closer since Jake had moved in with our family.
Seth visited our family often, claiming his reasons were mostly out of boredom. With the sudden influx of so many wolves at La Push after the Volturi threat, there were plenty of wolves to take over for their patrols. Once he met Nichole during a trip to Portland with Jake and I, he was constantly staying with our family since our house was closer to Portland than La Push was. While our house could easily accommodate him, my father had arranged an apartment for the two of them to live in. Seth refused to accept it at first, but my father insisted that he take it as payback for risking his life to protect Bella from Victoria's army, and again from the Volturi when I was still less than a year old. He convinced Seth that it was the least he could do, claiming that he wanted nothing more than to see his friend happy. My father and Seth's relationship was much closer than that of any other werewolf and vampire, the only one which rivaled it was Jake and my mothers.
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Jake and I had decided to go out hunting tonight, rather than enjoy a traditional human meal. I knew that Jake was doing it for my benefit, since I knew that he enjoyed the taste of human food much more, but if he was ever bothered by it he never voiced it. We agreed that it would be nice to go for a run and stretch our legs. We'd spent the better part of the day studying together, and Jake had reached his breaking point, claiming the potential for insanity if we didn't do something else.
After we'd gotten back from our hunt, the both of us were too keyed up to sit and watch television, or a movie or any other sort of entertainment like we normally would. Instead, Jake built a fire and we sat in each other's embrace as we kissed and slowly explored one another's bodies. Nichole had gone to sleep early tonight, and naturally Seth followed, and for that I was thankful. I knew that we would continue to push each other to our limits before Jake would eventually put his foot down and not allow anything further to happen.
Jake had told me all about his promise to my father prior to our departure to Alaska to attend college. I made damn sure to let both of them know that I was not happy that either of them had made such big decisions on my behalf. I was especially angry with my father for still treating me like a child who couldn't make their own decisions. It wasn't Jake's idea to make the promise until my father used it as a deciding factor in allowing me to go away. My mother had argued on my behalf, letting my father know that I was nearly the same age as they were when they became romantically involved. Plus the fact that I'd been fully matured for over nine and a half years now. My father couldn't argue with her on that point, but stuck to his argument that both he and Bella had waited until marriage before consummating their relationship.
I was beating a dead horse by reminding him that the dynamic of his and my mother's relationship would have changed drastically if it were Charlie who was able to read minds. Not to mention the fact that he couldn't hear my mother's mind either. She had told me all about the development of their relationship when I'd asked for advice about Jake. I doubt my father would have been able to deny my mother if he'd understood the sexual frustration she harbored prior to their marriage. Needless to say, he was not happy when I reminded him that I was not born in the early 1900's, and that what I choose to do with the one I love should be completely up to me.
Jake knew that I had wanted to take our relationship to the next level. I wanted to do more than kiss and hold the man I loved. I wanted to love the man I loved. I wanted to convey with actions what I'd been saying with my words.
We continued to fool around for the better part of an hour, and as the kissing got more passionate, so did the rest of our actions. The furthest Jake would allow us to go was grinding against each other through our clothing. I can't say I wasn't happy that he had allowed us to at least do that, but every time we did it, I would become increasingly frustrated that it would never progress past that without my father's blessing or getting married. It was infuriating to me that Jake would have to ask my father for permission to do things I wanted him to do to me, not to mention all sorts of disgusting.
Sometime during our kissing I had decided that enough was enough. I was putting my foot down tonight. I was going to play dirty and do something drastic to get my way. My father would have to deal with me about it, because it wasn't Jake's fault that he left a gaping loophole in his logic. Or maybe he specifically left the loophole because he thought his only child would be more respectful of his wishes. Either way, I wasn't interested in having my decisions made for me, especially when I can remember hearing my father tell stories about him and my mother and swore up and down that it was wrong of him to make decisions for her.
Like other nights, Jake was hovered over me, on the ground this time instead of the couch, and we continued rocking our hips against each other as we kissed and ran our hands over one another's bodies. I was doing a bit more grinding then usual tonight because tonight Jake had graced me by actually touching my breasts, under my bra and shirt for once- which was new to us. Every other time he would palm my breasts through my shirt or bra. His sudden brazenness in trying new things made me hopeful. But I knew I was hoping too much when I heard Jake moan longer than usual and then pulled away from our kiss with a sigh. This was his way of expressing that he couldn't take anymore without going any further.
"Jake, you don't have to stop. I don't want you to," I tried to do my best to encourage him.
"Nessie, I wish we could," he said in an exasperated tone, repeating the same words that he had a hundred times before in the same situation.
"We could," I countered.
"Nessie," he sighed as he rolled off of me and laid on his side facing me, but dropped his eyes. "I can't. I can't control my thoughts about you around your father as is." His fingers absently rubbed the exposed skin just above my waistline. Not helping, Jake. His fingers left trails of heat behind on the skin he touched, which only amplified after each pass he made. The sensation was maddening.
"Jake, I love you, and I want you. That's all that should matter," I whispered as I reached down to still his hand. "Look at me."
He sighed as he closed his eyes and shook his head ever so slightly while contemplating what to do.
"Jake, look at me," I whispered gently. I hated how conflicted he was over this. "Now," I commanded with a stern voice when he didn't open his eyes, giving his hand a squeeze.
I normally felt bad for forcing him to do anything, especially when he was clearly so uncomfortable, but at this point I couldn't bring myself to care. I was going to spontaneously combust if this stopped right now. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist my command; it was an unfortunate part of imprinting, however in this case it certainly felt like a perk. He slowly opened his eyelids and his eyes bore into mine in a pleading manner. I lifted my palm to his cheek and slowly stroked his face with my fingers while I tried to convey with my eyes that there was nothing I would ever regret about anything which involved him.
"Ness," he sighed and swallowed thickly. "You already know that I want you. I want to give you everything you want and so much more. But Edward-"
"Jake," I interrupted him before he could complete the rest of his hackneyed excuse. "How many times are you going to remind me that my father is a mind reader? I understand you're just keeping your word. And that's why you are not going to start anything tonight."
"You know I can't deny you if you tell me to do something. Please don't put me in this position, Ness. I love you. I do want you," he said honestly, shifting his weight. "You have to know that I want you just as bad." I couldn't argue that he wasn't being genuine, his erection bulging in his jeans was testament to his words.
"I wouldnever put you into a position that would cause you trouble, Jake." I dropped my hand from his face to the waistline of his jeans, resting my fingertips atop his belt buckle. "And that is why I," I dropped my hand a few inches lower and grasped his denim-clad erection firmly into my hand, ignoring both his gasp and the tremendous amount of heat that seemed to pulse in my palm. "Will be the one he's disappointed in."
He dropped his head to rest on my shoulder and groaned into my neck while I continued to knead at his bulge. His arms snaked around my waist as he hugged me to him, but leaving enough distance for me to continue.
"He can't be angry with you, because you never broke your promise. As I recall, he never mentioned anything about me making advances." I turned my face into the crook of his neck and planted soft kisses against the warm skin there. He shifted his head so only his forehead rested on my shoulder, giving me better access to pepper him with kisses. I could feel his hot breath roll down the front of my chest. I smiled against his jaw as I realized his new position gave him a clear view of my cleavage and breasts. "Do you like what you see?" I teased as I began to unbuckle his belt.
"You have no idea how perfect you are, Nessie," he whispered, letting a deep breath out of his nose slowly.
"You're right," I breathed as I slid the belt away and started on the button and zipper of his jeans. "I guess you'll have to show me."
His breath hitched so softly I would never have heard it without my improved hearing, even though I was mere inches away. I sensed his hesitation when he didn't make a move after my words. "Show me, Jake," I ordered in a whisper as I licked the shell of his ear, then dropped down an inch to nibble on his earlobe.
Jacob shifted to stand, but not before moving his hands from my waist and cupping my butt as he picked me up and practically ran down the hall towards our bedroom. I was instantly aroused at the way he seemed to take charge of the situation, and from the position of our bodies as he carried me. Our hips pressed flush against each other and each step jostled our bodies, bouncing our hips together. As he went to place me down on the edge of the bed I reached my hand down the front of his boxers and gripped his erection firmly. He hissed as he stumbled the last step and threw us down on the bed.
Any hesitation he seemed to have melted away as soon as our skin came into contact with one another. His mouth crashed onto mine, only leaving long enough for me to remove my hand from his boxers and to take off my shirt. Within seconds I was shirtless and dipping my hand beneath the elastic of his boxers again as he fumbled with the clasp of my bra. The heat of his body radiated off of him and permeated me, making my nerve endings scream with a tingling sensation. With my free hand I began to lift his shirt over his head as he finally unhooked the clasp and rolled us over so he was hovering over me. "So beautiful…," he whispered when he withdrew his lips from mine.
He dropped his head down to my left breast and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips as his tongue swirled around my nipple. His other hand reached up to my right and palmed it in his large hands, causing my back to arch involuntarily as he softly kneaded it, rolling the nipple between his fingers. I placed open mouth kisses on any and every part of him that I could reach from this position, only stopping when a whimper or another moan would find its way out of my mouth. I nearly forgot that I was the one to have started this, and focused on kneading at his erection, absolutely clueless as to what I should be doing. Up until that point I hadn't noticed that I wasn't doing anything besides merely groping it in his pants, too caught up in the feeling of his hands and tongue on my skin. My heart was pounding in my chest, which I'm sure Jake heard from his current position. It felt like sparks were exploding out of where our skin made contact.
A low sound resonated from his throat that I could only compare to humming. "You're perfect Renesmee, absolute perfection," he said breathlessly.
His pants began to slide down his legs from the rolling movement, so I brought my feet up and hooked my toes into the waistline of both his pants and boxers and began to shimmy them down the rest of the way. He continued to fondle my breasts as he alternated his hand and mouth between them. Soon we were both panting, and I couldn't stifle the soft squeal that erupted from my mouth as he began to place open mouthed kisses down my chest to my naval before stopping at my waistline. I could no longer reach him from this position, but it didn't even seem like he noticed.
He tilted his head just slightly so his eyes met mine, making sure that this is what I wanted and silently asking permission. I nodded with a small gasp as I saw the intensity of his stare. His eyes looked onyx and not much different than any of my families did when they were thirsty. He hooked his thumbs into the waistline and began to slowly tug my boy shorts underwear down my legs, while his fingers splayed out and trailed slowly across my skin. His tongue poked out and followed the trail of his fingers until the fabric was around my ankles. The amount of wetness seeping from between my thighs was really starting to get uncomfortable.
"You want me to show you?" I nodded as he stood up. I whimpered in protest as we were no longer making contact. I suddenly felt colder without his skin pressed against mine.
"Please, Jake," I begged. I couldn't even bother to care how ridiculous I sounded. I was horny and sexually frustrated, my mind didn't want to focus on anything but fixing that.
He groaned as his hands found the loose material still dangling from my ankles. "I don't ever want to hear you begging, Ness… it hurts." His eyes met mine as he removed the fabric completely and my feet fell to the mattress. We were now completely exposed to each other for the first time, and I assumed I would have been embarrassed the first time, but it felt too perfect to feel anything but complete bliss. We continued to gaze into one another's stare as he placed his knee on the bed next to my hip. He slid his hand under my waist and pulled me towards the edge of the bed until my backside was nearly hanging off the bed. He bent down to grab my feet off the floor by my ankles and brought them up near his chest. "Every single part of you, Nessie. Every inch of skin is perfection," His voice was low and husky, and small trickles of moisture seeped from my center with his every word. I was beyond aroused, the tone of his voice was seductive and sexy, and if this foreplay continued much longer I was going to have to attack him again.
He raised my feet to both sides of his face, one resting on each of his shoulders. His eyes finally peeled away from mine as he went to place kisses at the arches of each foot. I couldn't help but giggle at the gesture, I found it beyond adorable, and the fact that the skin was much more sensitive and ticklish then I'd expected. He pressed them together at the arches and placed soft kisses on the soles as he moved to repeat the action on each toe. He occasionally snaked his tongue out to meet the skin and I couldn't help but squirm and laugh at the overwhelming tickling sensation. The huge grin on his face indicated he was enjoying my reactions.
Oh, does Mr. Black enjoy teasing me? Two can play at that game. I dropped my right foot from his grasp and pushed my sole against his erection to pin it against his stomach. He moaned as his head fell, and seemingly instantaneously grabbed the foot pinning him and pulling my body forward the last remaining inches before I would slide off the bed. As he kneeled in front of me one of his arms wrapped under my waist as the other laid on top of my stomach, holding me from falling off.
He inhaled a deep breath through his nose as he licked his lips, no doubt able to smell my arousal merely a few inches from his face. His smooth lips let off a small glare from the coating of saliva his tongue had left in its trail. I could feel the wetness between my legs as I rubbed my thighs together in a vain attempt to get some much needed friction. He wasn't having any of that and quickly pried my legs open again. Jake's eyes widened as a fresh wave of my arousal hung in the air, and time seemed to go in slow motion as he lowered his mouth to meet my center.
When his mouth finally reached my sensitive flesh, he licked up and down through my folds before finally placing his mouth over my clit and sucking lightly. His tongue worked small and rapid circles against the bundle of nerves, which had me squirming against him. When his hand left my abdomen and he inserted a finger my back arched, bucking my hips into his mouth and fisting the sheets in one hand as my other found its way into his hair.
"Oh God… Jake… that feels amazing," I rasped. His hair tickled my inner thigh and it distracted me from being able to control the grunts and moans escaping my mouth, which I vaguely even realized I was producing in the first place. My eyes clenched shut of their own accord and bright flashes of light danced behind my eyelids from the indescribable sensation each lick created. Somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized that we were skipping a step, that typically you wouldn't just dive right into oral sex, but at the moment I couldn't even imagine why anyone would bother with anything less. This was the single most pleasurable experience of my life thus far. I could understand using your mouth and hand at the same time, like Jake was currently doing, but I couldn't imagine that only using his hands would be anywhere near as good.
"Unngh, Jake. Another. OH!" I exclaimed as he slid another finger in. "Don't stop. Please, mmm, don't stop." As he worked his two fingers inside of me the muscles in my stomach began to tighten. I forced my eyes open to find Jake looking up at me from his position, his eyes watching me intently.
"Ahh, Jake," I moaned, clenching the sheets and his hair simultaneously. "It feels so good. So good, Jake." I could only meet his gaze for a few seconds until I threw my head back in pleasure.
My breathing came in short pants and my back locked into an arched position, trying to press myself further into his mouth to gain more friction. He moved his fingers in unison with long strokes of his tongue, and I screamed his name when his fingers curled inside of me and rubbed against a particularly sensitive spot.
"Fuck, I love it when you scream my name. That has to be the most amazing sound in the world… and the taste… Nessie, it's pure hea-"
"Jake!" I screamed, this time not out of pleasure. "Do. Not. Stop," I growled at him ferociously, which seemed to come out as a strangled yell.
As much as I loved to hear his voice, there were better uses for his mouth at the moment. I sounded desperate, and I couldn't have cared less- I was about to explode and it was like he had blown the fuse out right before it detonated the charge. I moved my hand from clenching the sheets into his hair along with my other one, holding him firmly secured there, lightly scratching his scalp with my nails. The building pressure in my pussy was expanding with each curl of his finger and flick of his tongue. Within seconds I felt myself at the threshold and the building pressure caused my muscles to tighten even more in response. I was suddenly hit with a powerful urge to bite something, which scared me because I had never randomly gotten the urge to bite something before in my life, unless I was hunting. I clenched my jaw tight and fought back the random impulse as best as I could, forcing myself to focus on what Jake was doing to me.
Jake's head was lodged between my thighs as I fisted tufts of his hair into my hands and screamed as my orgasm hit. "Jaaaake!" was the only utterance I could coherently form as I screamed, or at least the only word that I could actually make out with my own ears.
Jake continued to lick and nip at my clit and my walls clenched down on his fingers as he continued to thrust and curl them into me. My eyes closed on their own again, and I registered my toes curling as the pressure in my core exploded throughout my body, sending waves of immense heat and pure ecstasy to every nerve ending, the sensation was like my body was just lit aflame and then doused with freezing water.
The room seemed to spin as I fell limp and tried to regain my composure. Jake pulled me backwards on the bed into the cradle of his arms with my head resting on his shoulder and my face buried in chest. He stroked my cheek and pushed the hair stuck to my face from the sweat behind my ear as he waited patiently for me to open my eyes. I inhaled deeply, letting his scent wash over me as I came down from my post-coital high. My eyelids fluttered open and saw the look of lust and adoration plastered on his face. My love for him grew exponentially at that moment, my gorgeous hunk of a mate had just caused the most intense orgasm in my life. It was not my first orgasm; I was a grown woman and had masturbated before, but it felt completely different having it brought on by someone else. It was hands down the most pleasurable experience in my life, and the fact that Jake was the one to do it only made it that much sweeter.
"Jake, that was… I can't even find the words to describe it. That felt incredible, you were amazing. Thank you," I thanked him while still mildly panting.
"There's no need to thank me, it was my pleasure," he whispered as a smile formed on his face. He licked his lips clean of my arousal, a small amount on his chin just out of reach of his tongue.
I pressed my lips to his and flicked my tongue over his lips, tasting myself on him. "Oh!" I gasped as another wave of moisture flowed between my thighs. The taste of him was arousing enough, but the taste of myself on him was simply incredible. Tasting myself was something I'd never imagined doing, but to taste it on him was tangible proof that he was mine. Jake's nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, the scent of my arousal invading his nose.
I lifted my head off his shoulder and propped myself up on my elbow to continue looking at him when I felt his arm that was between us begin to move. He bent his elbow and brought his hand up near his mouth when I noticed the soft glare of light from the moisture on it. The two fingers he'd been using were coated with wetness. My wetness. He waggled his eyebrows at me before slowly raising one finger to his mouth as he licked it clean. "Mmmm… as I was saying, pure heaven." My heart began to thunder in my chest all over as my hormones began to take over again. I loved the fact that he was crazy about the way I tasted, especially since it was such a private part of me. He would be the only one to ever know this part of me, and it put any embarrassment I felt at ease knowing that he cherished it. He removed the first finger from his mouth and was about to start on the second one before he looked suggestively at me and twisted his wrist so the finger was pointed at me, an invitation of sorts.
"Only if you'll share with me," I said shyly as I scooted closer, positioning one of my legs in between his.
We moved our heads in sync with one another until both our tongues reached out to wrap around his finger and clean him of my juices. Something about us both cleaning him off while our tongues danced around his finger was incredibly erotic and I found myself fighting the urge to grab him by the hair and push him right back down to my hungry pussy to start all over again. Once he was adequately cleaned, I leaned in to give him another kiss and moaned into his mouth when my stomach came into contact with his rock hard erection. After coming into contact with his cock and reminding me that I had yet to return the favor, I simply couldn't be bothered wasting any more time not finishing what I started. I wiggled my arm down the front of his toned abs and once again gripped his smooth, engorged dick in my hand, taking delight in the way it throbbed and pulsed in my hand. I smiled against his lips as he let out a groan and rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I was hovering over him, straddling his thighs.
JPOV
Nessie's skin was flushed and her face had a thin sheet of perspiration, making stray strands of hair cling to where any drops had collected. Her eyes shut and she pulled my hair with both hands as her muscles contracted. Her heartbeat thundered frantically in her chest and when her inner walls clamped down around my fingers I took it as my cue to lick faster. I continued to lick and slide my fingers inside her, occasionally curling them as her orgasm played out. I smiled against her when she cried out my name during the peak of her orgasm.
You did that to her, I told myself. I was proud of being able to give that to her, but even more proud to call this beautiful woman lying before me, screaming my name, my mate. She was truly mine and had given herself to me, trusting me enough to grant me access to the most private and sacred treasure of her body. I would be the only one to know her in that way and make her unravel like that. Playing her orgasm over in my mind had me on edge, my cock reaching for her and aching for its release.
When she came to, I brought the hand I'd used on her between our faces, skimming the soft curls at the apex of her thighs as I brought my hand up to my mouth. I waggled my eyebrows at her, placing a single finger in my mouth and licking it clean. An errant thought randomly occurred to me as I brought my hand up; she maintained her pubic hair. Quite nicely if I might add. She didn't shave her hair completely, rather opting to shave the majority of it, leaving a small trimmed patch. Note to self: ask her about that. It had me curious; I had never explored this area of her body before and it made me wonder if she had done it in preparation of tonight. I disregarded the thought as quickly as it popped into my brain since nothing about this night seemed premeditated thus far. Coming back to the present moment, I pointed my other finger at her, inviting her to take a taste if she wanted to.
"Only if you'll share with me," she said in a shy, seductive voice as she scooted closer. She settled her leg in between mine, her hot, moist center pressed against my leg. We leaned our faces in together to lick the other finger clean. Fuck that's sexy.
My erection was throbbing, jealous of my tongue for having taken its fun away and generally pissed off at me for not begging her to return the favor already. It was starting to become painfully engorged, and I groaned when Nessie leaned in to kiss me and her stomach came into contact with it. If my dick had a mouth of its own it would have been screaming for more of her exquisite touch. She reached down to grip my erection and I rolled onto my back, taking Nessie with me so that she was hovered over me, straddling my thighs.
Don't flip her over and bury yourself in her. Don't flip her over and bury yourself in her. I nearly did just that, somehow finding the restraint to instead reach my hand out to rub through the soft curls atop her pubic bone and dipping my fingers down over her tightened clit into her folds. She gasped and threw her head back, her hips bucking involuntarily and slightly ground herself on my erection. I wet my fingers with her honey and brought them up to my lips to sate my urge to thrust my cock into her.
My mind was on repeat as the mantra ran through my brain over and over while I sucked my fingers clean, trying to ignore the heat her pussy was radiating directly over my swollen erection. I couldn't help but huff in relief when she slid off of me and sat on her knees between my legs. Once she was situated, she placed one of her dainty hands on my thigh while the other reached up and groped my cock. I laid there for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of her small, warm fingers wrapped around me until I noticed she wasn't doing anything other than holding it.
I propped myself up on my elbows to look at her. She was staring down at my cock in her soft hands, but doing nothing other than looking. Perhaps marveling was a better word, since her eyes seemed to have widened, exposing the sparkle in her irises. I brought my hand under her chin and tipped her face up to meet my gaze, wanting to take in the breathtaking beauty and innocence of her eyes.
She smiled shyly, giving me a small shrug, "I've never seen a man like this before. You're so beautiful, Jake," she dropped her eyes back to where she held me, "and big… I think." Her eyes fell back to where she was holding my cock in her hand, her fingers gently gliding along the skin of my shaft. "It's smooth and hard and soft all at the same time."
"You don't have to do this, Nessie. Only if you want to," I reminded her. I was happy enough with just the compliment… I think.
"I want to, Jake. What you did for me was amazing. Believe me; I want to return the favor. I just don't… know what to do." She shook her head but kept her gaze fixed on the same spot "I mean… I understand what I have to do but… I only know what I've seen in Emmett's awful pornos or what I've heard. I don't know how to do it so you'll like it," she mumbled nervously. She moved her whole hand up my length experimentally, but held it so loosely it didn't do anything other than move it slightly and tickle. The angle of her wrist didn't look like it was comfortable for her at all.
I was about to ask her if she was serious but I didn't want to ruin the moment by asking why she hadn't done anything with Nahuel. I just figured that since she was so eager to move forward in this relationship that she might have been the same with him. Even if she had, I wouldn't have thought any less of her at all. It was natural to feel lustful towards people you're in a relationship with, not that I had any real experience with relationships. I was torn between my emotions; ashamed at having assumed she had done things with Nahuel already and filled with happiness that this was the first time for the both of us. Earth to Jake… she's nervous. Do something, dumbass!
I let out a laugh, knowing exactly what she meant by Emmett's terrible, outdated pornos that he swore were educational. "Awful is a good word for them." I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers in an effort to soothe her. She was starting to get nervous for no good reason; if her voice wasn't a dead giveaway, the sixth sense wolves get about their imprints was a good indicator.
"Hey," I whispered, stroking her cheek until she looked at me. "There's no need to be nervous, Ness. It's just you and me, okay?" She nodded with a small smile. I could feel the heat of her blush that colored her cheeks under my fingers. "You don't need to be nervous because of me. I didn't really know what I was doing either, I'm just glad you liked it. Nobody is perfect their first time."
"Will you show me?" She asked softly. The beautiful sparkle of innocence and wanton lust had returned in her eyes, making my heart beat furiously.
"Of course, beautiful," I said with a final stroke of my fingers on her cheek. I removed my hand from her face and lowered it towards hers.
I placed my hand over hers and offered her a reassuring smile when our hands connected. The last thing I wanted was for her to be nervous or embarrassed that she didn't know what to do. I was ecstatic that she was willing to- no, wanted- to be intimate with me and also because she had waited for me when she didn't need to. She had the option of being intimate with someone else, but she didn't, and that made me want to cry I was so happy.
I slowly moved her hand up and down and squeezed it to add some pressure so she was firmly gripping me. I nudged my thumb under hers and pushed it upwards so that it flicked over the tip on the upstroke and dragged across it when she lowered it to the base. After a few guided strokes, she bit her lip and playfully smacked my hand away as she giggled. I couldn't help the huge smile that swept across my face, no doubt making me look foolish given the situation. The most beautiful woman in the world, an angel from heaven, was intent on giving me pleasure and I was grinning like a third grader who'd just received a note with a check boxed 'yes' in regards to the question 'Do you like me?'.
Nessie noticed my goofy smile and stopped for a second. She had a pout on her face and it was so adorable that I grinned even wider. "Can I ask what is so amusing to you? Is this not... good?" She asked in a dejected tone. It was heartbreaking. "Give me a break! This is my first time!"
"What? No! Of course it is. It feels amazing. Why would you say that?" I didn't think she would possibly think the grin on my face would ever imply something as ridiculous as that.
"It looks like you're laughing at me!" she wailed.
I sat back up and held her face between my hands. "I would never laugh at you for that. I'm so sorry if you thought that. I can't help but feel happy when you laugh or giggle. It's the most amazing sound in the world. Well… it was. I think you screaming my name in pleasure took first place. It's my first time too. I just happen to be able to share a pack mind, so I sort of know what to do and expect." She blushed a brilliant red before shyly looking away. "Don't stop, please. I love you, Nessie." I leaned in and kissed her before lying back with the same goofy smile. "I'm so glad we get to share our first time together."
Her apprehension melted away and her eyes once again met mine. "I love you too, Jake," she said as she returned her hand to my cock, which pointed rudely at her. "I'm glad too. You've been around so much longer than I have but you're sharing this experience with me. You're gorgeous, Jake, you could have easily had any girl… if you wanted them. It makes me feel special."
I wasn't about to argue with her and tell her that she was wrong. I didn't easily get Bella, in fact, I didn't get her at all. But I was glad that fate had denied me Bella, it only served to bring me to Renesmee. I would have been disappointed in myself if I had shared my first time with anyone else besides her. I kept my mouth shut about all of this and just accepted her compliment instead. She said that I made her feel special, and that made all my waiting worthwhile.
Her hand began working up and down the shaft again, occasionally flicking her thumb over the tip and pressing small, almost ticklish circles around it. If I had the ability to talk when she was actively stroking me, I would have taken back my statement about nobody being perfect their first time. I should have known that being a half-vampire would give her perfect recall, and flawless muscle memory to accompany it. She used just the right amount of pressure with her grip; the exact same amount of pressure I exerted when I was guiding her.
I rested on my elbows, glancing from her hand on my cock to her beautiful face. Her brow had furrowed in concentration as she began to stroke quicker and apply more pressure. I had to lay my head back on the pillow before I ruined the moment and came on the spot, watching her touch my body like that was too much to watch. It surprised me when I felt her shift her position and immediately felt amazing warmth and wetness at the tip of my penis. I moaned and propped back up on my elbows and saw her leaning back from having planted an opened mouth kiss on the tip of my cock. She moved her other hand off of my thigh and moved it down to cup my scrotum, eliciting another moan, only louder this time. I refused to take my eyes off her when my eyelids became heavy and started to flutter, another surprise like that and I would be ending things much too soon. She leaned down again and planted another wet kiss, but this time flicked her tongue out and swirled it around the tip. My whole body tensed and I let out a long and deep breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
"Am I doing this right?" she asked with a wry smile.
"Yes!" I cried out, unable to modulate my voice and accidently yelling. "Fuck, Nessie. Yes, absolutely fucking perfectly," I assured her once I got my voice under control.
She gave me a smug grin before returning her mouth back to my cock. Instead of pulling back this time, she lingered there, alternating between kisses and licks while continuing to stroke up and down with her hand. She rested her cheek on the top of my thigh and placed her lips against the shaft as she dragged her lips up the length of it, planting kisses along the way. She looked up at me through her lashes as she reached the top and her mouth closed over the tip as she began to suck lightly on it. I hadn't even finished moaning before she stroked down to the bottom with her hand, leaving it there, and plunged her mouth down to meet the top of her hand. Her curly locks bounced up and down as she plunged down and tickled my skin everywhere they touched. I nearly jumped into a standing position, but had just enough wherewithal to instead pop up into a sitting position. I reached my hand towards her head and gathered her hair to pull it back, the feeling of it bouncing against me along with her mouth around me was going to unravel me faster then I wanted.
Nessie hummed around me as she pushed against my chest with her hand, forcing me to lie back down. She took a second to pull her hair back and rest it over one shoulder. It helped but it was still bouncing against me on the side she moved it to. With her hair pushed to the side I could clearly see her throat if I tilted my neck, which bulged and elongated each time she took me in. Holy shit, that is sexy.
After plunging her mouth down on me and coming back up to swirl her tongue around the tip, she looked up at me and removed her hand from the base of my cock. She must have been feeling daring, or maybe she just wanted to try it for the sake of trying it. She slowly lowered her mouth around my length and took me in the farthest she had yet, gradually taking me deeper still. I kept my eyes trained on her, wanting to catalogue every little detail of her amazing display: the way her throat bulged, how her full lips tenderly wrapped around me, seeing her eyes close in concentration, the sounds of wet skin against wet skin.
I was nearly all the way in her mouth when I felt her throat muscles contract and she sputtered, her eyes opening and widening a bit in surprise before pulling back. She started to cough around my cock, having hit her gag reflex, and nearly chomped down on my shaft with her teeth. I was pulling out at the same time she was pulling back, and thank all that is holy that she had the restraint to lock her jaw as a cough exited her mouth. Her teeth came down around my cock as I was trying to pull it out of her mouth, but thankfully she locked her jaw in time and only scraped against it rather than biting it clean off, which I knew she was fully capable of. Holy fuck! That was some scary shit. Yeah, but her teeth felt fucking phenomenal! I know that- but your dick isn't growing back, regardless of how fast or how well you heal!
"Sorry!" she tried to get out before her coughing fit was over. "My eyes are bigger than my mouth I guess. 'That would have sucked' would be a huge understatement, wouldn't it?" I nodded back at her fervently and chuckled.
"Ungh," I grunted while I recovered, still reeling from the sensation of her teeth grazing me. "Yeah, no pun intended, but to put it lightly, it would fucking blow. I think I'd heal before we made it to the hospital in time to get it sewed back on. You'd be the new Lorena Bobbitt, a hundred times worse," I chuckled. "I'm okay though. You alright?"
She gasped when I mentioned healing too quickly to do anything about it, throwing her hands over her mouth. "I guess you're not a lizard, are you?" She laughed at her joke. "How are you even worried about me right now? I almost just bit your dick off," she said incredulously, reaching her hand out to stroke up and down the length of it. "Your beautiful, lovely dick," she purred seductively. I had to shake my head and blink my eyes at the change in her mood, a complete one-eighty.
"Hmm," I feigned thoughtfulness. "It is lovely, isn't it?"
"Mmhmm," she hummed in agreement, nodding. Her fingers still stroked idly along my length.
"I did like it when you used your teeth, you know. Just as long as you don't bite," I teased. "You can use them a little if you want. It actually feels really good." I just shrugged at her when she gave me a questioning look, either wondering if I'd gone insane or silently asking if I was serious.
Her eyes wandered from my face over the rest of my body until she reached my cock in her hand. I was dripping wet and sloppy from her saliva coating me, an abundance left over from when she had gagged. She smirked to herself before once again lowering her head to rest on my thigh, trailing kisses up my shaft. "Now I've gone and made a mess of you. I'll have to clean that up," she purred.
Nessie pointed out one finger and ghosted it across my cock from tip to base with such light pressure I wasn't sure she was actually touching me. It was borderline ticklish, which only seemed amplified by the coolness of her breath washing over me with her every exhale. She pursed her lips before lightly blowing her breath over my wet dick, creating a cooling and tingling sensation. It was growing colder with each second that passed without her touch.
"Does that feel nice?" She asked mischievously before doing it again.
"Yes. It's cold and it almost tickles. It's driving me crazy."
Lifting her head off my thigh, she hovered her lips directly over my cock before grasping the shaft with her hand and lowering her mouth with her tongue sticking out. Her warm hand was like a healing balm to the coldness she'd inflicted, her mouth like liquid fire. She began pumping the bottom half of my cock wildly, meeting the tip of my cock with her tongue and taking me in. Her tongue dragged along the underside of my shaft and I had to clench my jaw shut before I started crying from the sensation. Her hand slid freely along my shaft from the excess saliva, and along with the wetness of her tongue against my already wet skin caused a slurping sound as she plunged her mouth down my cock.
With her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of my shaft, she slowly worked her way up towards the tip. She began to suck lightly, the suction of it causing her cheeks to cave in just a little bit. There were so many different sensations going on all at once; her tongue pressed against me, the suction of her lips, the ridges on the roof of her mouth rubbing against the tip of my cock, the wet warmness of her mouth enveloping me. I didn't think there was possibly anything left for her to do to make this any more pleasurable than it already was. That is until she sucked with more force, her mouth closing tighter around me, and her teeth lightly grazed along the top of my shaft. I groaned loudly and my hands balled into fists. The feeling of being sandwiched between her warm, wet tongue pressed against the underside and her firm, unyielding teeth grazing along the top was indescribable. The difference in feeling between the two was like the difference of night and day- it was impossible to determine which one I liked more.
I was losing control, and fast. I'd run out of ways to prolong this much longer, and all I wanted to do was stay right where I was for as long as Nessie wanted to continue. I felt the warmth begin to grow in my lower abdomen and soon felt the gradually growing pressure under my pubic bone. As the warmth and pressure soon collided, I knew I had hardly any time left before I was a goner. I didn't really know anything about sex, oral or otherwise, I really was just as clueless as she was- other than what I'd been told, heard, or seen through the pack mind, but I knew what was expected of me before I exploded. I needed to warn her about what was about to happen any second now.
"I'm about to come," I panted. "Nessie, when I- when I say… fuck...," I took a deep breath, which came out as another pant, "when I say… FUCK!... move… you've got to move, Nessie." I started to laugh at myself internally at how incoherent she was making me, which lasted for a second or two before her hand around my cock gripped tighter.
I don't know what had changed in the last few seconds, but I was suddenly hit with a vision of Nessie and I together on the very same bed, connected in a very different way. I saw myself on my back with Nessie mounting me, my hands palming her breasts with her hands covering mine, her head thrown back in ecstasy while I buried myself to the hilt inside of her, our hips meeting together in unison with each thrust. The vision came packed with emotions of lust and want and love, and it was too much at that very moment. I hardly even realized that I was seeing her thoughts, and finding out she was thinking of me like that drove me over the edge. "Move… move, Nessie! I'm gonna…" When she hummed around my cock again, and shook her head, bending me within her mouth as her head moved, I lost all coherency and control. I roared out her name through the climax of my orgasm as I emptied myself down her throat with each pulse and tremor of my body.
My body felt like it had shut down from the intensity of my orgasm, my body refused to respond and my brain was a jumbled mess. After a few seconds I was at least able to open my eyes again, although the rest of my body was not quite fully functional yet. I looked up at Nessie, who had scooted closer while my eyes were shut, just as her throat muscles contracted and she wiped one side of her mouth with her hand.
"Shit, Nessie, I said to move when-"
"You said to move when you said 'fuck'," she interrupted. "I didn't hear you say 'fuck'." She grinned triumphantly at me, using her hand to caress my cheek.
I let out a playful growl as I pulled her into my chest and pinned her down to the bed beside me, causing her to giggle and squirm while I kissed every inch of her exposed skin I could reach before crawling my way up to kiss her lips. I sighed into the kiss and her tongue darted out to meet mine. The taste of me on her tongue, and her on mine was incredibly erotic, the sight of her swallowing my release was even more so.
"Thank you, Nessie. That was… amazing," I said as I hugged her to me and inhaled. Her scent was intoxicating, a mixture of her arousal, her sweat, and us.
"I should be saying thank you, it was my pleasure." She looked down between us, taking in my still flagged erection. "Oh, you're um… leaking," she let out with a laugh. She reached down between us and grabbed the base of my cock, slowly squeezing in an upwards motion that caused a drop of my cum to pearl at the tip. She sat up on her knees and bent over to lick the leaking fluid off the tip with her hand still wrapped tightly around the shaft.
I moaned as her tongue came into contact with the head of my dick once again. She leaned back with a smug smile and licked her lips before snuggling herself back into my arms. I was speechless for a minute, I was simply amazed that she wanted to give me a blowjob in the first place, even wanting to continue after she gagged. But then to enjoy the taste of me as well… it was baffling to say the least.
I ran my fingers through the hair running down her back while I stared down at her peaceful, partly obscured face that was hiding in my chest. She clasped her hands underneath her chin and she looked completely relaxed and adorable, reminding me of the way she had slept the same way when she was a child. "I saw that vision. The one of us on the bed," I confessed once I found my voice.
Nessie's hand flew to her mouth and she looked at me wide eyed for a few seconds before dropping her hand and laughing. I couldn't help but laugh with her. Nessie was always protective of her thoughts unless it was something important to her that she wanted to share. She'd learned to control her ability so that she wasn't freely transmitting her thoughts upon placing her hand upon someone. Apparently though, accidents could happen in the heat of the moment. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that!" She got out between laughs.
"I'm not going to forgive you for that, it was incredibly sexy. And you know that I'm always grateful when you're willing to share your thoughts with me- intentional or not." I grabbed her hand and flipped it over to kiss her palm. "You never have to be ashamed of what you're thinking around me, Nessie. I'm here whenever you're ready to share, and I'll always be grateful when you do."
"I love you, Jake," she whispered softly. Her eyes sparkled and her smile never left her face.
"I love you too, Nessie. More than life itself." I scooped her up into my arms and wrapped the sheet of the bed around us. The comforter would be much too hot with us snuggled so close together like this. She nuzzled herself into the crook of my neck, with my arm slung around her waist and our legs tangled together. I was about to start dozing off to sleep when I remembered there was something I wanted to ask her.
"Ness?" I whispered, in case she had already dozed off.
"Yeah?"
"I don't mean to embarrass you or anything like that, I was just curious about…," I trailed off, dropping my hand to skim across the patch of hair between her thighs. I thought it might be easier to just show her what I was talking about rather than sound awkward by trying to word it right. I heard her sharp but hardly audible intake of air as my fingers rubbed across the soft hair.
She laughed, "That's what you're curious about? It's called a landing strip," she said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.
"I like it. I was just curious is all," I admitted, continuing to run my fingers along the patch of hair, waiting for her to elaborate.
"Rosalie and Alice may have mentioned something about it. I thought it was cute, so I did it. I don't know. I figured you'd like it better than a bush, right?"
"You did that for me?" I asked with a thick lump in my throat, embarrassed at my own unkempt hair. More like jungle, buddy.
"Who else would I be expecting to see it?" She narrowed her eyes at me, daring me to say something stupid.
"Alice and Rosalie suggested that you do it… for me?" I found it hard to believe that Rosalie would ever do anything to be nice to me, regardless of how our relationship was nowadays.
She laughed at me, "No, not for you. They just suggested it to me after Alice saw something in a magazine. They're just living trying to live vicariously… or something. They don't have the liberty of doing it, their bodies are frozen exactly as they were when they were changed."
"Oh," was all I could think to say. I made a mental note to do some landscaping of my own. More like manscaping, am I right?
"Was there anything else you were 'curious' about?" I just shook my head, pulling her in tighter against my chest and resting my cheek on the crown of her head.
"Good night," I whispered feebly, already starting to doze off.
"G'night, Jake," she breathed.
We ran our fingers lazily along each other's skin as our breathing evened out and fell into a soft rhythm, both of us content and utterly blissful to hold one another. I buried my face into her hair and inhaled deeply, letting her incredible fragrance bring me to sleep.
And so there is chapter 2. Another long one, hope that's ok.
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