I've posted a O/S on my profile that was from the sequel I wrote to this ficlet but never finished. It's just some fun sexiness. Go take a look! :-)
And I usually don't do this, but I got a guest review on a O/S that I just posted that massively annoyed me. I hate rude guest reviews - if you're going to be rude, at least be grown up to be direct about it. I just felt like the comments made really needed addressed.
This is the review: Bella sure sounds like a s*** here please let it be a one shot. Homecoming: WMO is great, this will just ruin it.
Number 1) Bella and Jake had stranger sex. You identifying Bella as the "slut" continues the ridiculous social construct of slut-shaming. If you wanna say it was slutty behavior, fine - it was. But they BOTH did it. That would make BOTH of them promiscuous. And so what, anyway?!
Number 2) You don't have the context to determine whether or not this would have "ruined" the sequel, because you don't know how I used it. For your information, it was a short story that Bella emails Jake when he returns to active duty that she writes for him as a "sexy" gift, you judgmental turd.
If you're going to make those kinds of comments to me, don't bother reading. I don't need that. I hope you read this, and realize that I'm fine if you STOP READING RIGHT NOW. I'm not in the mood for childish antics like that. I'd rather lose a reader than deal with negativity for something that's supposed to be fun.
GROW UP.
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Thank you to those of you awesome people who've reviewed this so far. I've also posted some links for graphics for this story and the O/S on my profile too.
I moved my lips away from his, planting soft kisses on his jaw, down his ear to his neck, making his impressive chest my tongue's new playground. I covered his rippling pecs with long licks, swirling around his taut nipple. He didn't make a sound, but I noticed when his fingers wound their way into the sheets. I smiled, but didn't say anything. Instead, I took that nipple carefully between my teeth, then ran my tongue over it again. Jacob's arms tensed. I moved to the other side of his chest and repeated my movements. He trembled slightly but still did not make a sound. I was determined to win this battle.
Apparently he hadn't been kidding when he said 'No more talking.'
This was a game I was quite familiar with, one we had played many times before. I hated losing, because of course, he was then more firmly convinced of his sexual prowess. Not that he had anything to be concerned about. Jacob couldn't have made my body dance better if I'd have freaking strings attached to it, like some over-sexualized marionette.
So I continued my loving tour of his upper body as my mouth made it way to his delicious abs. Using my fingers and tongue, I traced each defined hollow, massaged his hot skin lovingly. I paused when I came to the deep V that led to his groin. My finger drew delicate lines in that delicious groove, pleased when I saw his muscles tense, fighting the natural reaction of his body to rise to attention. I quirked an eyebrow at him. He didn't meet my eyes, his gaze woodenly focused on the ceiling. Well, I know how to change that, I thought, an amused expression crossing my face.
I'd had my own share of victories in this strange battle of ours. He believed that my sexual ego had grown to astronomical proportions, but mostly, I was just supremely happy with the idea that I could make a man like Jacob satisfied in the bedroom. I didn't count myself in the group with the pretty ones and it never ceased to amaze me how he never noticed the stares that followed him wherever he went.
I lowered my face back to his waist, my tongue finding that spine tingling V this time. I licked it slowly, languidly, my tongue flat and soft. I traced the line back and forth, relishing in the idea of where it would lead next. His body quivered beneath me, the skin jumping under the careful attentions of my mouth. I kissed it then, gently, following the indentation as it drifted lower, then back up the other side. When I reached the end of his hip, I opened my lips, nipping against the bone with my teeth. His pelvis responded with a significant jerk, and a giggled escaped me.
I peeked up at him through my eyelashes. Jacob's breathing was definitely faster.
Hah.
I followed the curve of his hip to his thigh, licking, sucking and nibbling my way closer to his groin. The spastic movements of his waist made me smile but I carefully avoided touching him where I knew he wanted it most. I dragged my tongue in the space between his sac and his thigh. I heard him suck in a breath, but still no sound.
Damnit.
I switched to the other side and repeated the movement. No gasping this time, but I did hear a faint, gurgling sound deep in his throat. I huffed a breath of hot air against the sac in front of my face, my lips so close another millimeter and I would have touched him. The delicate skin tightened, and his member jumped. I laughed as it came perilously close to smacking me in the forehead.
But still no words. And he had yet to touch me.
I scrunched up my forehead, frowning at him even though I knew he was purposefully not looking at me. This was always an entertaining game the two of us played, but he almost always folded by now, desperate to feel my mouth on him.
Hmmm.
New tactic.
I leaned over him, one hand on each hip, my mouth hovering just about his tip. I saw him grin in my peripheral vision. I almost laughed - he thought I was giving up.
Oh no.
That would take all the fun out of it.
I opened my mouth wide, and I do mean wide, carefully covering my teeth with my lips. I slowly lowered myself in a push-up position. I straightened my neck, and deliberately slid down his dick…
Without touching him at all.
I breathed out through my mouth heavily, focusing all the air in my lungs to swirl around him, panting viciously to simulate the warmth of my body without the physical contact. Once I had moved as far down as I could without grazing his skin against my tongue, I begin the return journey, avoiding the silky heat of his throbbing flesh. I could almost hear it pulsing and if I hadn't been so determined to beat him at his own game, I might have laughed.
I licked around the base of him where his cock met his stomach as slow as humanly possible. When I finished the circle, I moved downward, dragging my tongue in a deliberate line down the delicate seam in his sac and I opened my mouth again, cupping it in between my lips and sucked in gently.
"God damnit, Bells," a curse slipped from Jacob's lips and he reached up to roughly grasp my hair. "You win, alright?"
I leaned up, placing my hand behind my ear like I hadn't heard him. "I'm sorry, what was that, again?"
He groaned. "You heard me, you evil sex wench."
He tugged on my hair, pulling me back down to his groin, but I resisted, determined to make him grovel. "I did hear you. And what do I win?"
His upper body shuddered and he lifted his face to look me. The shadowy blackness in his eyes made me gasp. "Whatever you want, alright? Just…" his head flopped back on the bed in frustration. "Please."
"Well, since you said please," I murmured, and swiftly lowered my mouth, taking as much of him as I could in one solid stroke, clenching my lips tightly, sliding my tongue along the underside of him. I straightened my neck and remembered to breathe through my nose, he was just that big. His gurgling sound made a reappearance and I was happy to know that my skills hadn't gotten rusty in the time he'd been away.
"Christ…" Jacob ground out through gritted teeth, and his fingers constricted in my hair. I reveled in the delicate pain and pulled my lips back up, sucking in carefully to create a solid seal around his searing flesh. His hips jerked involuntarily and I took my mouth away from him long enough to give him a giant grin.
One eye opened and he managed a strangled chuckle. "Proud of yourself?"
"Damn straight," I responded haughtily.
"Smug, hmm?" He growled. I squealed as he flipped me over, sliding one of his huge fingers inside me before I even had the chance to be surprised. "I'll show you smug."
My eyes flew open at the sudden sensations between my legs and I shuddered. "Jesus, Jake…" I cried.
I could feel him smile against my delicate skin. And it tickled, in a dangerously sexual kind of way. So Jacob. "That will teach you to tease me, little girl," he murmured.
His tongue flicked out, sliding through the lips of skin, up into the small nub that was buried there. I arched my hips towards him, my back rising up off the bed. Another finger entered me, and I felt my skin stretch around him. His tongue swirled around that bundle of nerves and I almost came unglued. "I-I'm s-s-sorry!" I struggled to get the words out as he began to move his hand, pumping in and out of me.
"Oh, babe," he whispered against my skin. "It's going to take a lot more than that to get you what you want…"
"W-what moooore do you wa-want?" My entire body was trembling, and it was that quick, I was so close. That's how well he knew my body. He made me that hot.
"Tell me…" he breathed. "Tell me how much you want it…"
"Oh, uh, God!" I hissed as he flattened his tongue against me and licked very deliberately from the spot where his fingers still massaged me to the top of my mound.
"God, Bells," his voice was awed, and sounded positively drunk with sex. I could practically feel his dark eyes burning into my skin. "I love it when your pussy is bare like this. I can hardly keep from fucking you right now. Please tell me you did this just for me."
As if I would ever consider anyone else. He was practically a demi-god - who was he kidding?
I groaned and ran my hands across the top of his head, almost frustrated with his closely cropped hair that I usually found incredibly sexy, desperately missing the days when his hair was so long that I could tangle my hands in it. A handle would have been so helpful right now. His dirty talk was such a turn-on to me, and he fucking knew it.
Damn him.
"I hate you," I muttered, attempting to control my eyes as they rolled around desperately in their sockets and failing miserably.
"Oh yeah?" he murmured back, slowly withdrawing his fingers from me. I looked down at him in utter disappointment only to find that he was sucking on them, his eyes watching me with that painfully sexy gaze.
"Yes," I reiterated firmly. I had to shift my eyes from his face. I couldn't look at him if he was going to stare at me that way. I gripped the sheets tightly in my fists as those large fingers traced tiny circles along the shaky skin of my inner thighs. He stroked the place where my legs met, carefully avoiding the spot I wanted him to touch most.
"Paybacks are a bitch, Bells," he taunted from his position between my legs. "Tell me what I want to hear, and maybe we can discuss continuing our-" his tongue touched me again and I twitched. He laughed. "activities," he emphasized, wiggling his eyebrows meaningfully.
I sighed. "No."
"No?" he replied, his eyes never leaving mine as he brought his mouth to me again, his tongue flat and soft, licking my lips all the way up to that small bundle of nerves, where he proceeded to flick it gently. "Are you sure?" He mumbled between touches.
I groaned. "God, Jacob, please…."
"Please what?" he asked. That man just loved to make me beg. His breath was hot on my skin and I squirmed, trying to ease the ache that weighed so heavily on my groin. "No, no, Bells… you don't get to come until I say so…"
"Not fair," I squeaked out. I slammed my eyes shut. I hated it when he beat me at this game. I took several deep breaths, doing everything I possibly could to ignore the soft caresses of his fingers so that I could finally say what I needed to and he would stop torturing me. "Jake… please… I need you… I want you…" I loved how exquisitely dirty he made me feel, and yet so damn sexy at the same time. I fought off the blush that threatened to overtake my body. "Make me come, Jacob," I ordered, forcing my head off the bed and looked right into my eyes.
His eyes were on fire, blazing with chocolate flames I knew that I had started. That inferno, that ferocity, that sexuality, that heat, that sensuality, that love -
it was mine.
it was his.
Ours.
His body rose, his lips plunged to my face, capturing my mouth roughly, demanding that I respond. And I did, wholeheartedly, wrapping my arms securely around his neck, pulling him so close I wished I could permanently crawl inside of him and live there so he could never leave me again.
I felt the salty tears on my cheeks and I didn't even know if they were mine or Jacob's. But it almost didn't matter. Either way, they were mine. Either way, they were his. We belonged to each other, connected closer than puzzles pieces. He didn't just fit perfectly against my body - he fit perfectly inside me, in a way that was much, much more than physical.
It was like the spiritual imprinting of one entity to another. It was sheer excellence, a flawlessness that only two soul mates could ever understand. He was meant to be mine just as much as I had been meant for him. I couldn't ever again imagine a moment when I wouldn't think of him, dream of him, miss him, love him.
I cried out against his tongue as it massaged mine, and his fingers dipped inside my again, diving knuckle deep into my wetness. His index finger curled deep within me, rubbing smoothly along that one sweet spot, and that was all it took.
Before I knew what happened, he swiftly replaced his fingers with something much bigger. "JACOB!" I sobbed his name and rocked against him, desperate to feel every square inch of his body. I felt the pull and tug of our hips together, moving rhythmically in that dance that only lovers know, clinging to each other with a passion that only heaven could have created. Our bodies sang, creating a melody that no one else could ever master. Our arms wrapped tangled, holding the other tightly in the most intimate embrace. Our mouths never left each other, sharing the oxygen we needed to feed our souls.
And he loved me. Tenderly. Sweetly. Wonderfully. Thoroughly. Completely.
I shattered, an intense climax that I couldn't begin to describe, the waves of fire consuming my insides, licking up my ribcage to my heart, where it smoldered, carefully branding the name of the only man that would ever possess every single moment of my existence.
