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CRESCENT MOON
by The Ultimate Otaku
Chapter 4
Bella's POV continued...
"Jacob," she breathed, lightly, forcing the words from deep in her ribcage, out into the air where they belonged. "I love you. I love you. I want you."
And, to Bella's surprise, it did feel good. It did feel right, to look at Jacob, and grin at his grin, to wrap her arms around him. She felt no pang of regret, no pain as she had when leaving Jacob for Edward, time and again. Instead she felt simply content. Sure, for a moment there was a thought: how is this happening? And of Edward, what would she do? But she shoved that thought away and smiled, thinking, it happened by my choice.
There was so much she wanted to say, more, and she opened her mouth to say it, but then Jacob was kissing her. His mouth was tender over hers, and his tongue gently asked for entrance. She let him fold her to him in a tangle of limbs, and his kiss wandered over her neck, over her heart, over her belly, then back to her heart. He stayed there, his head nestled against her. She rubbed her fingers over his scalp with a smile on her lips and pleasure buzzing in her body and standing her hairs on end.
Jacob's POV
The happiness in him made Jacob thrum with energy. Earlier, he had felt so different. He had felt heavy and angry, and shivery, and almost phased in his anger. He had hated everything, in the moments when Bella's voice had spoken Edward's name over and over. It had sent a chill down his spine, and every significance he had given what they had done up to that point, had dropped away.
He had reprimanded himself for thinking, earlier when they were in the water, that Bella looked like she wanted him forever. Of course she doesn't want you forever, Jacob had told himself. How could she? You might be giving her body pleasure, but you only make her angry otherwise. She doesn't want you badly enough.
It had hurt so much. He had felt like everything was worthless, especially himself. Now though, he felt light as a bird. He couldn't stop smiling, and he felt like if someone asked him to run across the country or something, he could and would do it in a second.
He put his head against Bella's heart again, and let it stay there. He could hear her heart, and the sound was a reassurance of his happiness. She had said she loved him. Wow. As soon as she had looked at him, he had seen it in her eyes: something had been resolved. He had taken her acceptance of his kiss, perhaps, too seriously, because...she could still love Cullen, too, couldn't she? But...Jacob thought he knew Bella, and he trusted his gut. Right now, his gut said, you are in a great spot right now, better than before, for having talked to her.
He was proud of himself for having talked to her about the troubles, instead of ignoring it or letting her ignore it. With her fingers stroking across his head, Jacob felt on top of the world.
The thrumming in his body was of two kinds. One was content, and the other, bodily one was not. It wanted to play with her breasts, to tease her sexually and make her plead for fulfillment. It wanted to know what it would be like to spank her, or to have her tease him. It wanted everything, every stupid nonsensical fantasy. He chuckled to himself, thinking of that stupid dream of her on the motorcycle with only his shirt on.
"What are you laughing at?" Bella asked.
Jacob smiled. "Oh, you don't want to know. I have some wild ideas in my head that are never going to see the light of day."
She sounded amused, her voice light above him. "What sorts of ideas, Jake?"
"Mmmm. Well." He felt his body tightening, his cock springing to attention, and gasped at the sudden swell of his lust. "I just..." He squirmed a little in her arms, his hands flapped around his crotch but never quite reached for his zipper, too shy to wreck the moment, his brain too lusty to let him be still. "My ideas are pretty stupid, really. I was thinking of you on the first day of..." He licked his lips, embarrassed, "Of being in heat. I couldn't help it. And so I thought of all these stupid ideas...with you in them."
Bella had stopped stroking his head, and now her fingers crept down the side of his face, across his neck, and down over his chest, where she scratched lazily. "You make me terribly curious with your vague description...'Stupid' could be anything."
He laughed. "It is."
Bella sat up a little beneath him, and now her hand moved, ever so slowly, further down his body. Jacob was panting. Her words came breathy in his ear now, as she said, "What, am I in black leather and thigh high boots? Do you have me strung up on your wall? Decorating the kitchen counter?" She giggled a little, and the sound made him harder. She whispered, "I want to know."
He pictured her in all the situations she described, and they were all good. He licked his lips, and planted his hands firmly over his thighs in an attempt to tell them to stop. Moving. Her hand was now inching over his navel.
"All of your ideas sound good," he breathed. "I went with anything, really. The only rule was nothing that would hurt you."
Bella's voice was throaty in his ear and the sound alone made Jacob's cock say gimme gimme gimme! Her hand was moving way too fucking slow.
"Tying me up wouldn't hurt me, if you do it right," she said, "And I like your kitchen counter." She laughed. "It's smooth."
He wondered what she would say if he described to her the image in his head of him fucking her from behind, his cock ramming into her soft bottom, with her hands splayed on said kitchen counter and his hands so tight on her hips it would bruise. Then he would lick her there, up the back of her thighs and over the stinging soft cheeks of her ass, parting them to blow and suck and lick at the tender hole. No, he would do that first, before fucking her.
Later it would be his come on her ass cheeks, and he would watch her step into the shower to clean up, but then it would get too much and he would step in there with her and fuck her again. This time it would be from the front, even harder, against a wall, and the walls would crack and his dad would complain later but it would be worth it to see her all wet and hear her screaming his name and have her nipples get cold and hot, cold and hot, under the water and his tongue. Oh fuck.
She would wrap her legs around him, too, and grab at the shower handle so the temperature would change, and when they were done she would collapse into his arms and he would carry her to his bed...and she would be beautiful, her pearly skin visible through a thin white cotton shirt of his...
"Oh fuck," he moaned. His ideas were so good, and her warm body was beneath him right now, and her hand had finally reached south. He felt a whimper burbling up from his throat as she rubbed, ever so lightly, over the giant tent that had formed in his jeans. He could hear himself panting loudly from some world far away, and he was all heat and hardness.
"Jacob, please, share your ideas with me." Jesus what was he doing dreaming of her when she was right there with him? Her voice sounded so good. He could tell she really wanted to know. He was practically in her lap now somehow, a strange position, with her hand on his aching arousal, her hair and breasts against his back. He wondered if he was too heavy and shifted his weight a little.
"I, um...mmm...I've...got you up against the counter...," he licked his lips, and her fingers were undoing his jeans, "And we're all...wet and good...together...with nothing on, and nothing between us...and I get to touch you everywhere...with everything, and my mouth, a lot..." He felt drunk in his lust, and groaned as she eased his clothes from him, and hefted his cock in her hand. Her thumb started rubbing.
"And?"
"And...oh Bells...we're moving together, and...hnh...I get to...slap you a little, on the bottom..." He knew he was blushing now, and was suddenly relieved he couldn't see her face. He rushed on, "And, when we're done with that, uh, we take a shower, and uh...th-that's it."
"Hmmmm," she said. Her hand pumped him hard and long, and Jacob felt like his heart was down there, god he was hard. She slithered out from under him, and he noted how flushed her face was. Had he embarrassed her with his ideas? He blushed under her gaze.
"I knew boys were creative creatures when it came to all this, Jake..." She smirked at him. "But I didn't know I'd actually like their ideas. Well, your ideas, I mean. Yours are good."
She was totally turning the flirt on and Jacob wondered why he'd never seen this side of her before, but he knew he liked it. He also liked the way her mouth was now biting a trail up his thigh, and she gave him one long lick up his length. He trembled against her.
Suddenly she was climbing over him, onto him, and oh Jesus he could feel the soft heat of her against his thigh, the wetness of her lust on his skin. He opened his eyes to look at her, and she shuddered against him.
"Jacob," she whispered softly, "I want everything you want. I want it all. I want you to touch me everywhere like you said..." She was blushing madly, smiling shyly, but her body wanted it unashamedly. Her nipples were tight and erect and she moved against him, her crotch rubbing over his thigh again and again.
Jacob sat up a little and pressed his forehead against hers. He stared into her eyes. "Are you sure?"
She looked at him long and hard, and then her expression softened and she whispered in a sort of laugh, "Yes."
He was surprised, when she slid her body over his, and his cock was suddenly inside the heat and wet of her. God she was wet. Tight. So fucking tight. He put his palm against her mouth, and let her teeth dig bloody marks into his palm when he broke her. His palm became raw and red and chewed, and he moved slowly, until the pain left her.
Then, she started to move. Her tight, slick hole was inching up and down his length, and with every move down, that tight grasp on his cock made him shiver. He moved up and down with her, and he couldn't stop moving. An aching rhythm was created, slow and shaky at first, then faster.
He licked his lips. He kissed her. He sucked her earlobes and formed a hickey on her neck. His hands were on her hips, her waist, her breasts. Then they were rolling over, and he pressed her into the blanket. He was careful to never use his full strength. The blanket got wrinkled beneath them, and Bella's hands made nail marks on his back, when he pushed a little more, earning a loud moan.
As Jacob moved faster within her, he reveled in it. He had imagined her body, but never her sounds or sensations. She whimpered softly when he was slow, and her tight hole squeezed against him. Her inner muscles rippled against him when he moved in fast thrusts, Jesus that was good! The faster he moved, the louder she was, moaning and crying out his name. She didn't even finish it sometimes, caught in the ecstasy, her fingers clenching at his hair, at his wrists. Her breasts jiggled with his movements, and he stopped to suck at a nipple once. She groaned in protest at the pause, and then he could hear her panting as he suckled.
They had moved somehow to the foot of a tree, and their bed was of needles now. He brushed them from her hair, and looked deep in her eyes, and she looked back, saying simply, "Jake. My Jake."
When his fingers played at her clit, rubbing, Bella was surprised. Her eyes widened, and she pressed her head hard against his chest. Then she fell back, and as he touched her, he watched her face. It was open and soft with lust, melting in pleasure. He licked down her face, tasting the sweat on her neck, her breast. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he swore at the change in sensation, how good it felt.
He felt insanely energetic and strong for most of it, but he did not lose his thoughtfulness for her, did not get hazed in lust as he thought he would. That was something he felt quite proud of. He could see Bella knew it, too, in her smiles, in the way she responded to his thrusts and little, added touches, and in her speaking of his name again and again. She would say it quietly, passionately, for his ears only.
He let her push him back and down, at one point, and the needles prickled against his back and tickled his ears. He watched her as she straddled him, and sunk her body down on him. Her long dark hair was a wavy, wild mess around her shoulders. It had needles in it. Her body was beaded with perspiration, and the muscles in her legs flexed against him. Her brown eyes were glowing with desire and a smile twisted her lips. She was gorgeous.
When she started to move against him, Jacob was stunned. She was so good, so beautiful. Then, he did feel a little dazed. He lay back, letting her do it. He loved how crazy her hair was, how loud her sounds, her grunts, the way her breasts bounced in a slow, mesmerizing fashion. Her hands would slide in and grasp at his buttocks, which made him laugh, and then with his cock thrumming between them she arched her body down like a cat's, and rubbed her breasts against him. He slid his fingers through her hair, smiling. He licked his lips with a groan of lust as his fingers drifted down her body. Her skin was slick with sweat now, and he found that turned him on even more. She nibbled over his ear and he moaned, before starting up again.
They ended up against the roots of a tree, with its rough bark probably scraping her shoulders, and his large hands protecting her lower back and pushing her legs around him again. His knuckles were raw but he didn't mind, all of him was raw, his body tingling and his cock thrumming and his voice hoarse; a little blood didn't matter.
She pushed back against him, harder and harder as his thrusts became more powerful. He looked at her glowing in happiness, with her head tilted back and her hands on his arms, digging in. Her body was soft and full and beautiful. He wished he could keep her like that always. Gorgeous, hot, flustered, her body slick with sweat, she urged him on and he pressed into her one more time. A growl came from him, and he felt all the lust in him burst in a satisfying rush, his seed spilling into her body.
This is perfect, he thought, she's perfect for me and I want nothing else. I haven't wanted anyone or anything so long or so badly. And now…here we are!
They lay there for a long time together. They were a tangle of limbs. He couldn't stop smiling. Every time he looked at Bella, his Bella, curled up beside him, he felt a thrum of sheer joy burble in him. It was like a wild river that had been dammed was now open and flowing freely within him. He almost wanted to leap in the air and scream for the joy of it.
As he watched Bella watching him, Jacob was surprised that he still felt energetic. At the same time his limbs felt incredibly heavy and relaxed. He was fully awake, but he also felt like he lay in a sort of warm bath. As he looked at her, having been satisfied, he was able to notice new things about her.
First, she had a scar at the top of a shoulder blade. Other than that, her skin was so perfect and white it was almost eerie. She had very smooth skin, and her hands were only a little callused from the toughness that Forks had given her. Second, as always, she was injured, but this time it was only a cut on one leg. "Shaving," she giggled, when he asked. He hadn't heard Bella giggle very much at all – it was a relief that she wasn't the type – but now, here, the sound made Jacob feel like giggling himself, almost.
The more he looked at her body, and into her eyes, the more Jacob could actually see the change and lightness and happiness that she had talked about, in her. It was part of his goodness to her, or so it seemed from what she had said. Her body was relaxed. Contentedness was in the way she snuggled to him, in the way her arm lay gracefully over the sweet curve of her waist, and it was in how much she let him look. She had never let him look for very long, when she was with Cullen (was, Jacob thought, had never been a more wonderful word!). Now he could look all he wanted.
He looked at her cut, and her scar, and he traced the fine hairs on her arms. He tucked his nose into her neck and breathed in that wonderful Bella scent. She had a scent to him, too, but he had never mentioned this to her back when she was spilling her and Cullen's life to him before he had reached his wolfhood. Her scent was delightfully human, and strong in his nose. He loved it. It always made him eager to see her, knowing she was near.
She laughed as he took a few long strands of her hair in his hand, and kissed them. Then he couldn't help but kiss her, over and over again. He wanted her to feel that she was her own self again, owned by no one, but the wolf in him wanted to make sure that everyone would know she was his. The wolf in him wanted to leave a mark behind. He lay back on the nettles and thought about what would be right. A bite mark made him think of vampires, and he knew it would for her, too. So that was out. He was sure she had some scrapes on her back from the tree, and for a moment when he thought of that, he winced.
Then he remembered the wolf charm that he had given her, long ago, which he had seen a while ago hung over the head of her bed. She only wore it sometimes, which hurt. Now was his chance. But then again, no, he thought. He didn't want to make her promise anything. He didn't want to tie her down in any way. That would be too much like Cullen.
Jacob's thoughts were interrupted as a sudden growl from Bella's stomach split the silence. They both laughed. "Here," he said, and helped her up. They walked back to the rumpled blanket they had abandoned at the edge of the sands. Jacob shook it out, and lay it back down. Then, gesturing that Bella sit next to him, he started taking nettles out of her hair.
"My dad's used to these things being all over the house from me," he said, "But, when the boys come over, I don't want a lot of questions. Not now…" His voice became a whisper. "Not yet."
She tried to turn back to look at him, but Jacob just kept his head down and concentrated on his task. He didn't want to give all the whirling in his brain, now that he could actually think, to her. She had enough with Cullen. She didn't need to have to deal with his wolf brothers, too. That was his job.
Finally, Jacob was done. When he said so Bella leapt up, saying, "I'm starving!" He laughed at her, and handed her one end of the blanket. He was still laughing as they folded it up until it was a square, which he tucked under one arm.
Bella put her clothing back on – his shirt, her pants, which made Jacob grin. She asked, "Why is that so funny?"
Jacob watched her, as he let his hand drift down her arm to her hand. When he clasped it, she seemed to have no problem. Good. "I'm laughing because it makes me think…well, it makes me think of all those times they called you 'the vampire girl,' and how now…maybe you're not that anymore."
Her hand clenched against his, and she whispered shakily, "Jake, I said I love you, and I meant it. I can't turn back now. I'm tired of turning around and around in circles. Let's go eat."
They sun had set a while ago, and as they stepped in through the back door, Jacob flicked the light on. He put the blanket down on the living room couch, and went to check the kitchen clock. Six thirty. He had half an hour before his dad got home.
"Hey Bells, would you like a grilled cheese?"
She plopped down on a chair and nodded her head. He could see how tired she was from her slow movements, but it was a joyful sort of tired. He readied all the things, and set the sandwiches to cooking. When he sat down across from her, Bella quickly lifted her head from where it rested against her arms. Was she afraid he would disapprove of her tiredness? Or worry about her? He was now, a little.
"You look really out of it," Jacob said, grinning. He reached a hand across to grab hers. He just couldn't get enough of making sure she was his. It just felt too good to resist. Then, he frowned as he wondered; maybe he had pushed her too hard? He didn't think she would be so tired, but then again, he was himself feeling tired a little now, too.
"Bella, I didn't go too far, did I? You want a ride home?"
She smiled at him, and her thumb pressed against his. Her hair was now slightly less messy looking, only frizzy at the bottom. But the clothing she wore was rumpled, and she slumped a little in her chair. "Jacob, please. Don't baby me. I feel just fine. I can drive myself home. But, I was thinking you might like to accompany me home. What do you think?"
She was inviting him to spend more time with her. This was rare. Jacob wondered what she was thinking of, but he didn't want to push her. He just wanted her happy, and she was. "I would love it," he said.
The grilled cheese was done quickly, and they both gobbled theirs down. Jacob was still hungry, but he had only a little while now until his dad arrived home. Shit. He wished he could spend time alone with Bella like this forever!
This time it was Bella who grabbed his hand, and standing up, she pulled him down the hall. "Jacob, I think we both need this, and I want to sortof…I want to have time with you before the normal world comes back home for a grilled cheese."
Jacob bit his lip to hold back his excitement as he realized, they were doing the shower idea. She was closing the bathroom door behind them. She was turning on the shower. Was this really happening? He couldn't believe his luck.
"Um, Bells, right about now is when I'm afraid that I'm dreaming all of this and you've just switched to fantasy Bella. Pinch me or something."
She laughed at him, and then leaned back against the sink, thinking. He watched. He waited. He was feeling antsy again. The itch, the heat, was returning to him. It wasn't raging, but prickling all over him. He felt it, and every little moment of staring at her, waiting, was making it stronger.
Bella finally shrugged, and said, "I don't know. Would it help if I said I feel a little silly? I'm expecting you to laugh at me at any moment…but I suppose, since this was your idea, you wouldn't. Um, I like your idea…but uh, if you want this to be totally normal and not fantasy-like, then you have my full permission to leave me to have a nice, hot…lonely…shower."
She smirked at him as she said this. There she was flirting again. He bit his lip more. He wanted her, he really did, but he was not used to Bella taking charge. Secretly he liked it, but what would she do or think if he let her know? Would she feel like he was using her? He didn't want to be like Cullen. He wanted honesty in this.
He woke up a little as Bella pinched him on the arm. "There's your pinch. You're free to go."
But he didn't go. He couldn't. No way. Instead, he watched.
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Bella's POV
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She still felt a little silly, but she also felt good. She enjoyed teasing Jacob, just as he enjoyed teasing her. Teasing Edward was different, because she would always revert back to being…well, to being just, the girl that was focused on Edward. She had been thinking about it on the way back, how much she had focused on him. How much it had hurt when he left her. It had hurt her that he would leave at all. His explanation about making it better for them did not make sense to her – it was better for her safety, yes, but not better for them. It also, now that she thought about it, was selfish. He knew that leaving would hurt her, and yet he still did it.
Jacob wouldn't do that.
She genuinely wanted a few moments of time with Jacob before Billy Black returned. She wanted to try Jacob's shower idea. It was exciting. It did make her feel silly, but it wasn't a stupid silly like Jessica or some other girls used to be, or a nasty, take-advantage-of conversation (Angela had told her, once, that they had talked about Edward like this once. Instead of replying, like a person who was a person at all would, she had shrugged it off, because as long as she was with Edward, it didn't matter. In retrospect, she wished she had spoken up for herself more often to that whole crowd).
Also…she felt like she really, really would love a warm shower or even a bath right now. She ached, just a little, all over. Her back hurt; the scrapes from the tree stung. And she knew there was blood from when he had broken her, and wanted to clean that before they did any more. Could she even do any more?
The silly she felt around Jacob felt good. It was a, things are good, silly. It was a, things won't be perfect forever but we have now, silly. It was living in the moment, and that was something Bella hadn't done in a very long time.
She grinned at Jacob watching, as she shucked off her pants, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She admitted to letting it slide delicately and slowly from her shoulders, because god it felt good to be watched like this. To be wanted, and yes there was a thrill to Jacob being a werewolf. It wasn't the same as Edward holding back; it was better. Jacob held himself back, just enough, but he was still personal about it. His touching of her was so passionate. His strong body above her, around her, near her, was hot and ready. He was ready for anything.
She slid the rest of her clothes off of her, and with one smirking glance back at Jacob, she turned the hot water on, and turned the switch to get the shower spray going. Immediately she stepped in, and it felt sooo good to have the hot water on her! It glided, silky with soap as she scrubbed down her body. She splashed water over her breasts and between her legs, and turned around and let it glide down her back and over her hair. Mmm.
Then she opened her eyes and Jacob was suddenly in front of her. She smiled at the lust and love in his eyes, and stepped back, away from him, more into the heat and wet of the steaming shower. He bit his lip, and followed, growling, "Bella…you like to tease me…don't you?" His fingers skimmed up to trace around her navel. His clothes were soaked now and the hair at his forehead dripped little tendrils down his face. He looked amazing all wet.
"I love to tease you, Jake. It's one of my favorite pastimes…"
The more the water fell over her, the less tense her body became, but now with Jake in front of her looking gorgeous like that, she felt her breath quicken and a new sort of feeling wriggling itself back into her body. It felt luscious and good, and exciting, like tasting something and having its flavor burst over her tongue.
Jacob's fingers teased her in response, and his eyes held hers; a tiny smirk was starting to curl his mouth. He let his hands only drift over her, tracing around her nipples, over her sides and her back, and down to her bottom where, with a groan, he gave up. His hands clenched over her buttocks, cupping her flesh, and he buried his nose behind her ear. His breath came sharp and fast against her now, and she felt his desire jutting against her.
Then, so quick it made Bella gasp, Jacob was whirling her around. He pressed her body back against his, his hands over her breasts, and then his hands moved to encircle her wrists. Bella leaned back against him, laughing, and then knelt down on the floor of the shower with her back to him. She slid her hands tightly to grasp a rod on the side of the tub.
Groaning, Jacob sunk to kneel behind her. His voice was a throaty whisper in her ear, asking, "Bells, do you really want this? Or are you just indulging me?"
She licked her lips, smiling, and hoped he could hear that in her voice. "I'm curious."
She gasped as his tongue started to work over her, kissing and suckling at the back of her neck. His hands grabbed her hair into two sections, and he laid them over her shoulders. Then his hands crept, down, down her hair to cup her breasts. His tongue gently pressed against the scrapes on her back. "Curiosity…is good enough for me…Bells, how does your back feel?"
She could barely speak, with his thumbs circling her nipples and his tongue communicating so much need."I, I…i-it feels…fine, Jake…"
His tongue had gone all the way down her spine, making her shiver. Now it played over her buttocks, over her cheeks. Something told her to be accessible, so she turned to the side and curled down. The water beat down over her head and her back and over Jacob's head. She could feel the extra drops going from his head down to drip over the backs of her thighs. The water was warm but his body crouched behind her, his hands on her legs, his tongue on her skin, was very hot.
His large, callused hands were parting a new entrance, a forbidden thing, and Bella's breath came harsh at the intrigue of it. Then his tongue was there, too, caressing, stroking, diving in, and she could hear his whimpers as he fought to hold back, fought or maybe reveled in how intensely he was enjoying it. As his tongue got deeper in her, Bella was panting and pushing back against him. Then he moved up and she heard him abandon his clothes. She felt him posed to enter her from behind with his cock thrumming against her.
"W-Wait, wait," she said, and he sat back, a questioning sound coming from his throat. She turned around, and stood up. She switched the water to cold, and shuddered as it woke up her senses even more. Her skin was on fire inside, but her outside was sharp and aware now from the cold. She turned back to him, and kneeling down in front of him, she pushed against his chest. Obediently, his eyebrows raised in wonder, Jacob let her position him – lying back in the curve of the back of the tub, his arms at his sides.
Like that, she took over him. She took control. His wrists were hot in her hands, and she could tell he itched to touch her but he didn't at the shake of her head. The woman, the female wolf in control, she subdued her mate. With her knees and hands she clambered up, over him – he swore, and she smirked – until he was holding her weight on his shoulders – he sat up, his hands sliding to support her lower back – and with the water over them and her head raised back, he licked in her, deep and long.
He started slow, teasing, but when she thrust her hips forward he moved faster. She moaned at his tongue's ministrations, knees digging into his shoulders, and then as he became frenzied she was gritting her teeth to keep from shouting, and she curled her body over him. His hair tickled her breasts and his hands were hard and firmly holding her, muscles in his arms tight against her legs, her hips. She started to move against him, panting, pushing, and he loved it, groaning, and at one point he lifted his head up and stared up into her eyes.
His look was sharp with heat at first, and then softened. She smiled back, and then they began again.
When she was so close that her whole body felt aflame even under the cold water, Bella scooted back, away. She stood up, and put her hands on the metal rod again. "Now," she said, "Gently."
He looked at her, puzzled, and she laughed. He let her grab his hand, and as she placed it at the small of her back, with his fingers on her bottom, his eyes widened in realization.
"Oh – oh!" he said, and she saw the glimmer of excitement roar in his gaze.
She could tell that he was nervous, from his hesitance. She felt suddenly nervous, too. What was she doing? This was crazy! But then a part of her said, she never would have had this sort of nerve around Edward, and it was quite exciting, really. She was not one to back down from things easily, so she decided to stay put, and closed her eyes.
His first touch came as a light stinging sensation – the memory of his fingertips on her skin, gone it seemed before they had arrived. Then he was hitting again, harder, and Bella gasped.
Jacob stopped, and his breath was panting and loud even with the shower going. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
"No. No, go again." She was still curious. She never would have said yes to anything like this before today, because she had been with Edward, cautious Edward…but now, here she was, and the excitement in her was building.
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