4 Feed me
Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer - this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.
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"So," Paul started. "Charlie is away until tomorrow night huh?"
"Yes." She watched him eat. "I should keep my hands away from you when you're eating huh?"
"I've already eaten the bits I wanted." He smirked at her. "Of course… I could go back for seconds."
She wasn't sure if he meant her or the actual food. She just blushed.
He shook his head at her. "Unbelievable…" he muttered.
She got narky with him for that. That small streak of independence grew a little bigger. "Yes," she agreed. "I blush… and I get embarrassed… and I …I don't know…much about sex… well… anything…really… but I am trying… and you are supposed to be helping me." She took a breath.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Not… having a go at me," she finished. And then she blushed again. Hopeless.
He leant back in the chair and studied her. He looked her up and down in her t-shirt. She was suddenly aware of how short it was. She tried to pull it down a little to cover herself.
"Stop it," he said.
"I just…" she blustered.
He pushed his plate away. "Come here," he ordered.
She moved…. crept almost, across the kitchen towards him. She stopped in front of him and shuffled a little nervously on her feet.
He reached out and pulled her closer between his legs. "You just don't see yourself do you?"
"What do you mean?"
"How many guys asked you to the prom?" he asked out of the blue.
"I don't know… four … no three … no four…"
"Uh huh." He smiled. "And when did Edward Cullen fall in love with you?"
"What's that got to do with anything?" she asked suddenly defensive at the mention of Edward.
"Answer the question."
"Um… I suppose… the first day of school," she mumbled.
He snorted.
"What?"
"How old is the guy?"
"Ahh …I think he is 106. Something like that."
"So exactly how many women do you think he has met, let alone seen in his decidedly long and unnatural life? And he falls in love with you… the first day he sees you." He waited for her answer. She didn't have one.
He sighed. "And you think you are not worthy of any attention."
"I…" she stopped. She shut her mouth. She didn't know what to say.
"Some women have never been asked to a dance or a prom by anybody… ever," he pointed out.
"Oh." She twisted her hands nervously.
"Sit." He patted his thigh.
She sat. He pulled the plate back over and ate the rest of it one handed with the fork; holding her around the waist as she perched on his lap. She tentatively put her hand across his shoulder. She was fascinated by the hair at the nape of his neck. She bit her lip and reached out her hand to stroke it. It was so soft.
In answer, his hand at her hip shifted and his thumb stroked across the skin above her panties waistband. She shifted a little on his lap and leant her face down towards his bare shoulder. She wanted to sniff him or lick him. She thought sniffing might be okay. She brushed the tip of her nose across the point of his shoulder. He smelt good. It was hard to describe; he seemed to have a musky male scent with a hint of the forest. She sniffed. Cedar and sweat. That was what he smelt like.
He pushed the plate away again abruptly. "What are you doing?" he asked her.
"I…I … don't know," she admitted.
"What did you want to do?"
Again she had no issue telling him the truth. "I-I wanted to lick you," she admitted.
"So do it," he said.
"Really?"
"Go ahead… you can't hurt me… you know that." That shoulder devil voice… encouraging her.
She leant in slowly again and pressed her lips against the top of his shoulder. And then she licked him.
"Why do I do what you tell me?" she asked in amazement.
He snorted. He fed her a piece of meat from his plate with his fingers. He watched her as she ate it and then held his fingers out to her. She got the idea. She remembered how he had sucked at her fingers in the bathroom and how that had pushed her over the edge. She pulled his hand in closer to her mouth; she snaked out her tongue and licked up his finger.
His eyes darkened. She watched his face as she did it again. And then feeling braver and seeing the affect she had on him; she closed her lips around the end of his index finger. She held his hand with both of hers and she pushed his finger into her mouth, keeping her lips closed around it. She watched him as it slid into her mouth and then she pulled it out slightly, running her tongue over the underside of it.
His mouth opened a little and she could see his own tongue as he licked his bottom lip. She pushed it back in again. She wriggled a little on his lap as she continued to suck on his finger. She kept her eyes glued to his face the whole time. She released him when he tugged a little against her grip.
"Damn… girl," he said in a shaky voice. "Oh, the things we are going to do," he promised her. Then he grabbed her head and pulled her in for a deep kiss.
He stood up a little and lifted her under the arms and moved her so that she straddled him on the chair now. She shifted her pelvis and she could feel how hard he was under her.
"Oh… you liked that," she whispered. She felt empowered again.
"Practice makes perfect Izzy," he told her. He ground her onto him.
That feeling of him, so hard and ready, rubbing against her made her eyes close and her head tilt back. "Mmmm…" she murmured.
"How sore are you?" he asked.
She squirmed a little. "I don't know…"
"You up for another round…?"
"I could try… if it hurts, will you stop?"
"If I ever do anything that upsets you or that hurts you, tell me immediately and I'll stop." He looked suddenly serious. "You let me know."
"Okay," she agreed.
"So you want to try?" he checked.
She nodded. "You don't mind… if we have to stop?"
"There are all kinds of ways to finish Izzy." He kissed down her neck. He punctuated each word with a kiss. "Mouth… hands… thighs… armpit…"
She interrupted, "You made that up…"
"Na ah."
"Armpits? Really?"
He stood, and lifted her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around him again. She was starting to like this. He stepped towards the door. "Oh, I need a drink," she said. He carried her back to the sink.
She leant sideways and filled a water bottle, drank some and offered it to him for a sip. He dribbled a bit and she laughed and wiped his chin with her hand. "Bring it," he told her. So she refilled it.
"Got any lube?" he asked her as he carried her up the stairs.
"Lube?"
He shook his head again. "Lubricant? K-Y jelly? Ultra glide?"
She just looked blank.
"We could go 'last tango in Paris' and use butter…" he suggested wickedly.
"Butter?" her voice squeaked nervously.
"Not today," he reassured her.
"So one day?" she pushed.
"Maybe… if you want to try it."
"Sex with food?"
"What's your favourite? Chocolate… honey… whipped cream?" he crooned.
They had reached her room by then. He dropped her to her feet. "Hmmm?" he pressed when she hadn't answered him.
"I don't know…"
"Imagine… licking that off me…"
Her mouth fell open. He chuckled at the look on her face. She blushed.
"Bathroom…" she squeaked. "I just have to use the bathroom." She pushed the water bottle at him.
"Sure, sure," he chuckled. "I'll be here…" He did that whole body rub thing up the front of her. "…waiting," he added.
"O-okay." She ran.
He chuckled again, placed the water on her side table, and threw himself onto her bed. He lay on his back for a second, then reached down, lifted his hips and pulled down his cut-offs. He threw them on the floor off the side of the bed. He lay back, folded his arms behind his head and crossed his feet at the ankles. He looked supremely comfortable.
He took in a deep breath. "I could get used to this," he muttered quietly. He heard her in the bathroom. He wondered if she was really going to come back. She seemed to be trying to be braver. He lay there for a while lost in thought.
She appeared in the doorway and saw him in her bed; waiting for her. Naked.
"Oh my," she said.
He glanced at her. He got that look on his face; the look of a thousand promises. He released one arm from behind his head and crooked his finger at her in the universal gesture of 'come here'.
She went.
She stood next to the bed and looked at him. She kept her eyes glued to his face but the rest of him was seriously distracting. He moved his hand over and tugged at her t-shirt. "Off," he ordered.
She pulled it over her head. Then she stopped and stood there nervously.
"And the panties." She slid them down and stepped out of them.
He still had one arm behind his head and it made his bicep look huge. He held his hand out to her. She took it and he tugged her towards him. "Hop on," he encouraged. She looked down at his body. He uncrossed his ankles and tugged at her again. She knelt on the bed. He pulled at her thigh and she sat on top of him, straddling him. She felt like crossing her arms across her breasts. He noticed.
He frowned at her again.
She rolled her eyes. "I am trying…" she muttered.
"You're not alone. Every single woman, the first time you see them naked, just wants to be told they look beautiful." She tilted her head in a question. "Every… single… one," he added.
"Huh," she said. "What do guys want to be told?"
"That you'll suck their cock."
She giggled.
He raised an eyebrow. His hands reached down and held her at the hips. He pressed her down and slid her body along his; pressing her groin down onto his. His cock, hard again once she was naked, slipped between her folds. He slid her up and down it.
She gasped. It felt so different. He felt so large she wondered for a second how on earth he managed to even fit inside her. He was large and it felt hard and rough. Not like fingers at all. His cock rubbed up against everything, without the delicate touch that his fingers could give her. She felt herself get wetter. He slipped through more easily now.
He just manoeuvred her where he wanted her, sliding her back and forth.
"L-let me try," she offered.
He held his hands up away from her body in a surrender gesture. She put her hands down flat on his chest for stability. He wouldn't mind if she leant her weight on him. She made a small movement by herself. "Ohhh…"
"Take your time," he encouraged. He folded his arms back behind his head as if to stop himself touching her. He couldn't help himself though and he lifted his hips a little pushing at her. Jake was a fucking idiot. He had let this one slip through his fingers. Fucking idiot.
Her eyes were closed and her fingers shifted on his chest as she rocked herself onto him. She was using him like a sex toy and he loved it. This girl was a genie in a bottle. Pop that cork and she was off like a rocket.
He really could get used to this. He watched her slide herself up and down on him.
He did a stomach curl, bringing his lips up to hers. They were slightly parted and she was panting a little. And he wanted to kiss her. Their mouths glued together. As he lay back down, she followed him. She went with him as if she couldn't back off.
The change in angle pushed her clitoris onto his cock. She moaned into his mouth and pulled away slightly to breathe.
"Inside?" he managed to ask. His voice was throaty with need.
"Please." She was begging.
She pushed her hands against his chest, lifting herself back up. He reached down and held his cock steady for her. She looked down to try and see what she was doing; that turned him on big time. Her watching as he penetrated her. Mirrors… they needed a mirror one time.
Once the head was inside, he let go. "Take it slow," he advised. Woe betide she try to take him too fast and hard and bent him; that shit hurt.
She lowered herself in little stages. Their earlier session meant that she was not so tight now. She lifted and lowered; rocking a little. Her face looked rapturous. Her eyes closed, her mouth open. When she sank all the way down onto him it made her eyes fly open. Her hands lifted up as if they were trying to hold something. He reached up both hands and pressed their palms together; interlacing their fingers. She hung on.
"Ride me," he told her. She frowned a little. She didn't understand. "Cowgirl," he breathed at her. "They call this the cowgirl… so ride me." He lifted his hips under her and held tighter to her hands.
"Ohhh…" she said.
She stared at his face and she rode him. She rode him hard. Her tits bounced, her hair swung, she pressed her nails into his hands. He kept them steady; he would have held them there for as long as she needed. He could see her whole body flush with heat. She got that surprised look on her face. Her mouth formed the classic O shape and she clenched him hard. He arched his back, lifting her whole weight and pushing himself as far into her as he could go. He exploded inside her.
"Oh god…oh god … oh god," she babbled. She shuddered and moaned. With a final guttural groan she fell forward onto his chest. She knocked the air out of him.
He released her hands. And wrapped his arms around her. She was still twitching a little. She was panting on his chest. They waited for the world to catch up.
He lifted her and let himself fall out of her. She hadn't moved. He reached an arm down for the bedcovers and flicked them over them both, still holding her against his chest. He tucked her in a little under the sheet. She made some small noise as she shifted her body, sliding her knees down the mattress and straightening her legs out. She still lay on top of his body. He could feel her leg muscles twitch against his thigh. She had worn herself out.
He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes. They both fell asleep.
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