A/N: Here is the outtake from Christmas Eve in Jacob's POV. Fair warning, he's a lot less fluffy than Nessie. And he likes to swear a lot.

It all belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Enjoy!

Trust Me

Christmas Eve – Jacob

"So you're ditching us on Christmas Eve?"

I rolled my eyes, not at all surprised by the melodrama Leah showed up with. Leah was not technically family, but I considered her brother my brother, which meant she was sort of important. Or whatever.

"Yes, Leah. I'm ditching you because I made plans a month ago to spend the night with my girlfriend."

Leah huffed and crossed her arms. I was not in the mood for this. I was trying to get the house cleaned up so Nessie could stay with me. And I still had to shower and get dressed and figure out how the hell I was going to wrap her present. I had four hours to get it all done.

I put the last of the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, added soap, and started it. Leah was still propped up against the counter, glaring at me. I glared right back as I walked past her to the living room. She followed me, but only to lean against the entertainment center as I picked up the DVD cases I had on the coffee table.

"You know, if you're just here to give me grief about Nessie, you can leave. I'm not putting up with it today." I put the DVDs away and tried my best to ignore Leah.

She huffed again. "I'm not just here to give you grief about the little monster," she said disdainfully.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fist. Leah had been doing everything she could to piss me off since I first announced I had a girlfriend, but the thing that got to me the most was her teasing about Nessie's name. Leah was damn lucky she was a girl. I wouldn't hit a girl. I wasn't too sure how I felt about strangling, though. I stood up and turned to her.

"Then why the hell are you here?"

She just shrugged. "I wanted to see you. It is Christmas Eve, after all."

She tried to look up at me innocently. Leah was anything but innocent. She was shrewd and careless and didn't care who got trampled when she was angry. Her dark brown eyes had no effect on me.

"You've seen me. Merry Christmas. Now leave. I'm sure I'll see you tomorrow at Rachel's."

She narrowed her eyes. "Fine. Let the little ho steal you away from us. I'm done caring."

Fuck the 'never hit a girl' rule. Leah wasn't a girl, anyway. She was a fucking demon. I very nearly smacked her. If she hadn't moved so damn fast, I might have. The door slammed behind her, and I took a minute to cool off. Instead of dwelling on her comment, I tried to forget it and finish straightening the house. I thought about Nessie as I did, which helped. Nessie always calmed me.

I thought about the day we met. My sister, Rachel, had sent me to the store for Jell-O, cake mix, napkins, and paper plates for her son's birthday party. I was the only one not directly involved in planning or decorating, so I was the one who had to go.

I was looking at the plates when I saw her. She walked past me, stopped to grab a package of sandwich bags, and smiled at me.

It was like a movie where everything was in slow motion and she literally glowed as her lips turned up in a soft and beautiful smile. Her soft copper-colored hair was tied back in a pony tail that fell down over her shoulder, and her light brown eyes sucked me in. I all but forgot about what I was doing when she turned away from me. My feet carried me after her, and I silently begged her to turn around and smile again.

Three aisles later, I realized that I was stalking her. I kept staring at her ass as she walked. She had the nicest ass I'd ever seen. Every now and then, she'd stop, look at something on a shelf, and I'd notice her cast a quick, nervous glance back at me. She'd noticed me following her. I had to think of something. I'd beg her to talk to me, tell me her name… anything.

Another two aisles had gone by, and I still didn't know what to say. She surprised me by squaring her shoulders, turning around and demanding to know what hell I wanted. Her hands were on her hips, her brow was furrowed, her eyes were wide with fear and determination, and she was fucking gorgeous. I'll admit I was a little stunned. It took me a minute to remember how to talk. I said the first thing that came to my mind. She seemed hesitant as she walked with me back to where the Jell-O was.

By the time I actually made it back to Rachel's, I had Nessie's name, her phone number, and a permanent impact on my heart.

It didn't take long to realize that she was hesitant about even having a relationship. I made it my mission to prove to her that I could be what she needed. We'd dated for a month before she let me kiss her. Another two weeks before she let me kiss her with tongue. Had it been any other woman, I would have been out of there so fast I'd leave a trail of fire. But it was Nessie, and we'd gone on one date before I realized I was already in love with her. I didn't even know it was possible. I'd never believed all that girly crap like love at first sight and whatnot, but this girl had me by the balls from the first smile.

So instead of trying to push for sex like I might have in any other relationship, I moved at her pace. I was not going to be stupid and fuck this up. She was too important to me.

Finally showered and everything straightened, I got her present out of my desk drawer. It was a thin silver bracelet with a little heart that dangled from the clasp. I dug around in my closet until I found a small enough box that I could use. Thankfully, it was empty. I glanced at the clock as I got out the wrapping paper Nessie had left here when she wrapped some presents a few days ago. There wasn't much paper, but there was enough. I had half an hour to get the thing wrapped and get dressed.

"Shit." I might not make it.

I did make it. I'm sure the box had the worst wrapping job known to man, but it was wrapped and I was on my way to pick Nessie up on time.

Nessie was gorgeous as usual, and I told her so as I kissed her. She blushed, and I touched her cheek. Nessie's blush was the best. It accentuated her freckles and the intoxicating beauty of her eyes.

"You look good, too," she said softly. I smirked and kissed her again before we left. I hadn't really dressed up much, just a pair of slacks and a button-up shirt. She'd dressed in a black skirt with a light yellow top that hugged her body perfectly. Like the pervert I was, I couldn't wait to get my hands on her breasts again.

I'd gotten to touch her a few times over the last few weeks, and damn, she was definitely worth the wait. There was not one part of her that I had not touched, at least outside of clothing. I hoped that someday soon I'd get to really touch her and taste her nipples, maybe even fuck her with my fingers. Damn, I started getting hard just thinking about it.

I had to push thoughts of being with her away when we got to her parents'. Esme and Carlisle Cullen were two of the nicest people I'd ever met, aside from Nessie. Esme was always welcoming and polite, and Carlisle was full of compassion. It didn't surprise me that they'd raised Nessie. She had a little bit of both of them in her, only she made it better.

Nessie took me around and introduced me to people, and almost every one of them looked more than a little surprised when she told them I was her boyfriend. They gave her this look like, 'Him? Why him?' and every time I wanted to carry her away. Yes, I wanted to say to every new person that looked at us like we were polar opposites, she chose me, now get over it. It still amazed me that somehow, she had chosen me.

Eventually, introductions were over, and I was able to hold her close to me on the couch. She leaned into me, her head on my shoulder, as we watched the little kids of the family playing in the middle of the living room. They were cute kids, especially Bella's daughter, Megan. She looked like the pictures I'd seen of Nessie at that age, only Megan had brown hair like her mother. It made me wonder what our kids would look like, if we ever had any. If we had a girl, I imagined she'd look just like Nessie with her soulful eyes and ski-jump nose. If we had a boy, he'd be more like me. A little sturdier, but he'd still have her kindness.

I tightened my arm around her, hoping that someday we could get married and have kids. It was probably years away, but I was willing to wait as long as she needed.

She looked up at me, and I met her eyes. I smiled and kissed her forehead. "I love you."

She smiled brightly, and it lit up her whole face. "I love you, too. Having fun?"

I nodded and kissed her again, and she laid her head back down on my shoulder. She sighed happily, and it made me happy to hear it. I went back to watching the kids and daydreaming about what our kids would be like until Nessie's mom called her into the kitchen. She kissed me before she left, and I watched her ass as she walked away.

A few minutes later, Megan came up to me with a little toy car. She was not shy at all.

"Look!" she said excitedly, shoving the car in my face. I smiled and held it away a little so I could look at it. It was a black Corvette from a do-it-yourself kit.

"That's pretty cool. Did you do that all by yourself?"

She smiled a huge, Bella-like smile. "No," she giggled, "my daddy helped. He said I'm not old enough to use the glue by myself. And look at this!" She opened the hood and smiled brightly.

I nodded. "Wow, that's awesome. Do you know what kind of car this is?"

She looked at it for a second. Before she could respond, Bella's two-year-old nephew climbed up on the couch and jumped on me.

"Ben!" Kate, Ben's mother, called, putting her book down. Ben froze, and I shook my head.

"He's fine, I don't mind." I reached behind me and poked his side, and he giggled as he continued. I really didn't mind; I'd always loved kids. Kate nodded and picked up her book again.

"It's a Corvette, right?" Cameron asked. He was Ben's older brother. He looked over at me, and I nodded. Megan held the car up for him, and he took it. "This one's a ZR1. It's the best of all Corvettes." He glanced up at me, and I nodded again. He knew his cars; I was impressed. He told Megan some facts about the car, and I only had to correct him twice, once on the horsepower, and once on the brakes. I was sure Megan didn't understand a word either of us was saying, but it was nice to see a seven-year-old so much into cars. Megan did ask a question or two, and I held up my arm for Ben to use as a swing. He thought that was hilarious.

I realized that Nessie had been gone for a while, and looked over to where she'd gone. She was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, and I relaxed when I saw her. Ben let go of my arm and jumped on me again, grabbing me around my neck as he growled. I chuckled and reached back to tickle him.

I'd almost gotten Ben to give in when I looked over and saw Nessie pinned against the wall by another man. He was leaning in, too damn close for a casual conversation. I moved Ben aside and got up, the need to claim my territory so strong I could taste it. I checked myself as I walked over to them, telling myself over and over again that this was her family's Christmas Eve party and it wouldn't be appreciated if I 'accidentally' landed someone in the hospital. But dammit, that was my girl he was messing with.

Instead of punching him in the gut, I cleared my throat. It seemed to work, and he looked more than a little flustered when he looked over at me.

"Did you need something?" I asked. It was better than what I really wanted to say, anyway. Back off, fuckwit, this is my girl.

Nessie looked up at me nervously. "Kyle, this is my boyfriend, Jacob. Jake, this is Kyle."

I really didn't care what his name was. I nodded once just to show her that I wasn't going to go caveman on her, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. I watched him closely for any sign that he was going to try to make a move.

Dickface cleared his throat and took a step back.

"Um, hi. No, I didn't need anything." Damn straight, you didn't. He turned back to Nessie, and I narrowed my eyes. "Uh, it was nice seeing you again, Nessie." I'm sure it was. Now leave before I break your fucking legs.

Nessie smiled. "You too." Always polite, even in the face of the enemy. God, I loved her.

He finally left, and I turned my attention back to Nessie. She didn't look upset, but she did blush a little when she met my eyes. I touched her cheek and kissed her forehead. "You okay?"

She nodded and laughed. "Of course I'm fine, Jake. But you know, there is mistletoe up there."

Oh, the little fucker thought he had a chance because of Christmas foliage. I laughed. "So that's going on. Well, mistletoe or not, only I get to kiss you. I hope that's okay." I knew it was.

She stood on her toes, stretching to reach high enough to kiss my jaw. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

I leaned down and kissed her sweet lips, happier than I probably should have been at her acceptance. I knew that she wouldn't kiss anyone else and that she was mine as much as I was hers, but it felt so good to hear her say it. Suddenly she pulled back and grabbed my hand.

"My mom needs you. Come here."

Uh… "Okay?"

Esme was mixing some kind of fruity something in a huge bowl when we walked into the kitchen. She shot Nessie a strange look before smiling up at me.

"Oh, good! I need some glasses from the top cupboard. Could you reach them for me?"

I smiled and nodded, getting the glasses she indicated down. It wasn't even a stretch for me. Nessie helped Esme finish getting everything ready, and soon we were all instructed to sit at the table. Megan, Ben, and William whined about having to sit at the little kids' table, but soon they had food to keep them occupied.

Everything was delicious. Esme kept urging people to eat more, so I did. Nessie and I shared a piece of pie, and soon we were moving back to the living room. The kids were jumping all over the place, smiling and laughing. They reminded me of little bouncy balls as they ran past us to the living room. Megan dragged Bella along, hopping up and down the whole way.

Once we got settled in the living room, Nessie by my side on the couch again, Carlisle came in brandishing a candy cane.

"Okay, who wants to play Santa?"

Megan was the fastest. "Me! I do, I do. Please?"

Carlisle chuckled and handed her the candy cane. "All right, Miss Claus, start handing out presents."

Megan squealed and picked up the present closest to her. She looked at the tag for a second before the cutest crease formed between her eyebrows. She turned to Bella. "It has a 'R' in it," she said, shoving the box at Bella. Bella laughed and took the present.

"Renesmee. It's for Aunt Renesmee." Bella pointed at Nessie, and Megan skipped over to put it in her lap. Nessie smiled as Megan ran back over to the tree to get another present. The next one was for Esme. Together, Bella and Megan got all of the presents sorted and given out. Megan got distracted every time there was a new present for her, but Bella kept her on course. I had a few in my lap when everything was said and done, and I was a little surprised. I honestly hadn't expected to get anything, but it made me feel good that I did.

I watched Nessie as she unwrapped my gift. She smiled and kissed me as she slipped the bracelet on. It was a little loose on her wrist, but not much. It was a perfect fit. I was a little cocky.

A few months ago, Nessie'd asked me to go shopping with her and Bella. I'd made the comment that I liked a pair of earrings I found in one of the stores we went to. They were thick hoops with a ball on the bottom. Edward and Bella had gotten them for me, and I smirked at Edward as I opened them. He shrugged and pointed to Bella. I noticed Nessie giving the earrings a strange look, so I took out one of my studs and put the hoop in.

"What do you think?" I asked. She smiled and kissed my cheek. I figured she didn't hate them if she still kissed me.

The kids were so fucking cute with their presents. Cameron was really excited about his science kit, and I could tell Edward was one proud uncle to have a science-oriented nephew. Ben was just happy about his blocks. Megan made car sounds as she drove the Corvette around in her new pink Barbie car. She drove the car over to Bella when Carlisle got out a huge book.

The kids were quiet as he read ''Twas the Night Before Christmas,' and Nessie nestled herself close to me. I held her tightly, so thankful to have her with me. It was amazingly peaceful with family and friends sitting around quietly, Carlisle's soothing voice reading the story.

Once the story was over, the parents took the kids home. Nessie and I left a little while later.

"Merry Christmas, Nessie," I said when we got to my house. I leaned down to kiss her, and she grabbed my shoulders. I pulled her close to me and kissed her deeply.

She licked her lips when she pulled back. I smirked and touched her bottom lip; she was so damn sexy.

"Merry Christmas to you, too. I think I'm ready for bed."

I kissed her forehead and took her bag to my room. It had been a long day, and I was sure she was tired. It didn't get my mind off the fact that tonight would be only the second time she'd ever stayed with me, and the first time it was actually planned. I wanted to kiss her and touch her and make her orgasm.

I changed in the bathroom because it just seemed wrong to make her. When I walked back into my room, she was standing beside the bed in a modest, but really fucking sexy, black nightgown. I put my stuff down and walked over to her. I couldn't keep my hands to myself if I wanted to, and I touched her side softly. The material was smooth, only adding to her allure. "You're very beautiful," I said softly.

She shivered and smiled up at me. "Thank you."

She cuddled up to me in bed and I held her tightly. I closed my eyes, hoping to go to sleep quickly so I didn't stay up all night thinking about ways to seduce her. She took a deep breath and kissed my neck, and I felt her fingers graze over my jaw and back to my ear. She took my earring in her fingers and started fidgeting with it. That usually meant she was upset or nervous about something, but she kept kissing my neck. I wondered if she was just getting used to the new hoops.

My thoughts were driven to a whole new place as she kissed me, her lips so soft and sweet against my skin. I rubbed her arm and leaned my head back. She kissed me, running her lips down the length of my neck to my shoulder. It felt so fucking good, and I definitely was not in the mood to just go to sleep anymore. From her kisses, I guessed that she wasn't either. As she moved back up my neck, I needed to taste her lips. I turned to kiss her, and she pulled back with a little gasp.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?"

I raised an eyebrow, confused. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" I kissed her and pulled her closer to me. She grabbed my earring again and pulled back from the kiss.

"Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head, still confused but much more turned on, and stared working on her jaw. "What would have hurt me?" I asked as I kiss her near her ear. She shivered.

"This," she said, lightly pulling on my earring.

I smiled at her concern. I'd sometimes wondered why she didn't have her ears pierced, but it didn't really matter. "That didn't hurt, Nessie. It would take a lot more than that, trust me." I kissed her down her neck like she'd done to me, getting more aroused with each kiss. I grabbed her thigh as I licked her neck, pulling her closer to me. She gasped wildly and grabbed my hair, and I smiled in triumph. I bit her close to her ear, and she moaned as she thrust herself closer. I needed more friction; I could feel her against my dick, but I needed movement. I grabbed her ass and pushed into her. I wanted to pull her on top of me and have her move until we got what we both needed, but she pushed on my shoulders before I could do it.

I moved back, and she smiled.

"You okay?" Please tell me you are, because I really fucking need you.

She nodded and kissed me. "I want to do something tonight."

The tone in her voice suggested that she wanted to try something new. More than what we've been doing. Whatever it was, I wanted it, and I wanted it madly.

"What do you want, honey?" I rubbed her thigh hungrily, praying that whatever it was let me touch her in new ways.

"I have a special Christmas present for you," she said softly. She grabbed my earring and tugged a little bit. "Um, it's not sex." She blushed brightly.

I nodded and kissed her nose. "That's okay." I hadn't figured she'd be ready for that yet. I waited for her to tell me what she wanted to try, growing more restless each moment. She kept tugging on my earring, and her breathing got harder. I pushed down my desire. If she was this nervous, she probably wasn't really up for it. I kissed her again. "If you're not ready, please don't push yourself. I love you, and it would kill me if I made you uncomfortable like that."

She smiled. "I know, Jake. I want to do this, though. I might need your help."

I nodded. "What do you need?"

She licked her lips and took a deep breath. "I want to…um…" she hesitated again. She met my eyes briefly before she closed hers tightly. "I want to suck your dick."

Nessie wasn't the first woman I'd done anything sexual with. I'd heard those words before, but never had they sounded so dirty. Or so fucking erotic. My dick twitched at the thought of her perfect, sweet lips on it. Around it. I stared at her, praying to God I was not dreaming and that she actually said that she wanted to suck me. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, the fear and nervousness in them made me hopeful that she had actually said it.

"Jake?"

I realized then that I hadn't done anything but stare at her. I cleared my throat and rubbed her thigh, more turned on than I'd ever been in my life. She was nervous, though, staring at me hesitantly. As always—as it should be and forever would be—her needs came before mine.

"Are you sure, Nessie?"

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine as her fingers slipped from my earring and down my jaw. She kept going, lightly skimming the skin of my neck down to my chest. My hard-on grew harder as she kept moving down.

"Will you show me how?" she asked.

I moved to my back, holding her tightly as she kept moving down. I grabbed her neck a little harder than I meant to and pulled her down for a kiss. It was hot and deep and full of everything I wanted to do to her. When her fingertips reached the waistband of my pants, I gripped her hair and kissed her harder. Her fingers went under, and I went a little delirious. I needed her so fucking badly.

There was a part of me that was just begging her to rip my pants off and get down there to suck me. When her fingers did touch me, though, they were shaking a little. I softened the kiss and realized that her body had tensed up considerably. She was scared, and I couldn't push her to keep going on like this. I took her arm and pulled her back. She looked up at me with huge, terrified eyes. I touched her cheek and took a moment to make sure I was calm before I spoke.

"I love you, Nessie." I had to do this right. If I fucked this up, I would never forgive myself.

She kissed me. "I love you, too."

"This is a big step for us, baby. Believe me, I want this." Oh, God, did I ever. "I want this more than I can say. But I know you're nervous, and I can't just let this happen without making sure you're okay. Have you ever done anything like this before?" I knew she hadn't. Her innocence was evident in her eyes and the way she touched me. Not to mention everything we'd talked about concerning relationships. She shook her head like I'd expected, and blushed.

"That's okay. How much experience have you had with…men?" I realized that I might regret that question, but it was too late, and I really did need to know.

She swallowed and licked her lips. "Just what I've done with you."

I nodded again and kissed her. I'd had my suspicions ever since the first night I touched her that she was a virgin with very little experience, but to have confirmation that I was the only man she'd ever experimented with stoked my ego like nothing else. I was the first man to ever touch her, the first man to ever bring her to orgasm, the first man to ever feel her sweet lips on my skin. I would be the first man she'd ever touch. And, God willing, I'd be the last.

"Okay. I want you to take your time and make sure you're comfortable. Don't be ashamed to ask me anything. Before we start, though, I need to know what you want me to do when I finish."

She bit her lip, and I wanted to suck it out from between her teeth. "What do you mean?"

"When I come. It'll be a mess, and I'm not coming in your mouth." No way in fucking hell would I do that to her. Not her first time.

She nodded. "Um, what do you think?"

I had to think of something that would not end with my cum on her. If she wanted it, she could have it, but unless she asked for it, it wasn't going to happen. No matter how fucking sexy the thought was. I got an idea, and climbed out of bed to get a dirty shirt out of the closet. She raised her eyebrow at me when I got back in bed. She was so damn cute when she was confused.

"When I tell you, pull back and I'll use this, okay?"

She nodded. "Thank you."

I took off my shirt and kissed her. "We're going to do this at your pace. Take your time and make yourself comfortable."

She nodded and started kissing me at my jaw, slowly working her way down my throat. I swallowed and let her do what she wanted. Her lips and tongue on me were amazing, like fire and flower petals at the same time.

She was bent in an odd way when she got to my stomach, and I was about to tell her to move when she got up and did it on her own. She got up on her knees and bent over to kiss me again. She scratched a little bit as she moved down, teasing me in the best way. Of its own accord, my hand on her back found its way to her ass. I wanted to smack it. Hell, I wanted to pull her over me so I could lick her pussy while she sucked my dick. The thought made my dick twitch again. She was so fucking close.

I clenched my jaw and forced myself to calm down. This was new for her, and there was a lot of shit to discover. I wasn't going to take that chance away from her.

She tensed again when she got to my pants and then licked me just above the waistband. She looked up at me, her wide brown eyes curious, lustful, so fucking innocent, and just begging for instruction. She licked her perfectly full, sensual pink lips—lips I could not wait to have on my dick—and spoke softly as she picked at the waistband of my pants.

"Um, can you…take these off?"

I nodded and lifted my hips to slowly slip my pants down. She licked her lips again and made an obvious effort at keeping her eyes up. I kicked the sweats off and heard them hit the floor as I rubbed my hand up her arm. Her skin was silky-smooth beneath my fingertips.

After a moment, she finally let her eyes wander down. She stared at my dick for a minute, and I half wondered if she'd even seen a hard-on before. I was starting to get worried that she was too nervous. As much as the thought made me want to cry, I knew I'd tuck everything back away and forget about her touch if she didn't feel comfortable with it.

I touched her cheek, and she looked up at me. "Are you okay?" I asked. Please don't lie to me.

"I'm okay, Jake. I love you." She wasn't lying. Thank God.

"I love you, too."

She licked her sexy as fuck lips again and looked back down. Timidly—fucking painfully slowly—she trailed her fingertips over my hip and finally rested them on my throbbing dick. I closed my eyes as she touched me lightly.

She looked up at me again as she slowly wrapped her fingers around me. "Is this okay, Jake?" she asked.

The sick, twisted, fucking hornier than I've ever been in my life side of me screamed no, it wasn't okay. Just suck it already. Make me come. I need the goddamn release. I beat that part of me into submission quickly by looking down into her eyes, so sweetly waiting for me to approve. I nodded and touched her blushing cheek.

"So perfect," I said, not sure if I was talking about her fingers or her blush. Maybe both.

She nodded and went back to studying me. She started rubbing up to my tip and then back down to the base. My sheets were going to have my fist imprinted into them for the rest of eternity.

"Is that right, Jake?" she asked. It was fucking torture. How the hell could she expect me to talk coherently when she was teasing me like this?

I licked my lips and nodded. "That's…" she moved again, squeezing her fingers around me tightly as she did, and I gasped. "Fuck!"

"Do you like that?"

I nodded, and she squeezed again. I whimpered.

She kept up the rubbing and squeezing for a while until suddenly she licked me. I was surprised at just how good it felt, and I gasped as I grabbed her hair. I tried not to push her down and let her take her time as she took the tip in her mouth. It was fucking heaven.

She kept moving down, and every inch felt better than the last. I felt the back of her throat and started to groan when she gagged and pulled back quickly.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worried she'd hurt herself.

She nodded and wiped the edge of her lips. "I'm okay. How am I doing so far?"

I touched her down her back. "So good, baby. You are fucking amazing." Those words didn't even come close to doing her justice.

Controlling myself enough to keep my hips still and not push her head down with my hand in her hair was the hardest thing I'd ever done in my life. I closed my eyes tightly and gripped the sheet harder as she kept up her agonizingly slow movements. Her pace… Her pace… Goddammit, this night was going to kill me.

After a few more passes, she lifted her head but kept moving her hand.

"Jake?"

I looked down at her. "Hmm?"

"Is there something that you really like?" she asked. Her eyes fucking sparkled as she looked at me expectantly. "Something that makes it better?"

Without thought, I nodded. "Keep that up, Ness," I managed, pushing her head down with my hand in her hair. She did, going back to how she was moving before. I hissed and told myself it wasn't breaking her pace if she'd asked.

"Move a little faster," I begged. She started moving faster, but not nearly fast enough. "Fuck… more, baby. Suck it faster." My hand in her hair moved before I could sensor the action, and I forced her to go faster. I was about to apologize when she moaned. The sound reverberated around my dick, vibrating and causing my balls to twitch. I gasped and arched my back.

"Do that again," I half-begged, half-demanded. "Fuck, please, moan again."

She did, and it was longer than the last. The tingling pressure in my balls was intense; I was so close to coming.

"Twist your hand, honey."

She did as I asked, and it was the most incredible thing I'd ever felt in my life.

"Fucking Christ," I groaned. She twisted her hand as she moved, and then moaned again. It was a long, drawn out, grainy moan. My back arched off the bed, and I struggled to keep my hips still.

She squeezed her hand as she twisted, and I was gone. I pulled on her hair, trying to be gentle as I lifted her head up and grabbed the shirt I'd gotten earlier.

"Fuck, Nessie, I'm going to come. Keep rubbing, please." I threw the shirt over my dick, and she kept up the pumping motion. Her hand was still twisting and squeezing. My hips finally bucked, and I growled loudly as I came. My whole body seemed to pulsate with the release. I moaned with each pulse, my body jerking a little as I started coming down from the high.

I cleaned us up and tossed the shirt over by the closet. I felt like I could pass out for a week. She looked up at me with a huge grin, and I did my best to smile back.

She fitted herself next to me and kissed my neck. I kissed her forehead and pulled her body closer to me.

"I love you, Nessie. Thank you for that, it was incredible." I kissed her lips softly.

She kissed me back and reached up to touch my cheek. She stopped just before her hand made contact, and glanced at her hand. She looked back and forth between me and her hand a few times before I realized what the problem was. I put my hand over hers and pushed it to my face. I didn't care—in fact, it was only more incredible—that the hand touching my face had just been touching my dick. She smiled and kissed my chin.

"You're welcome, Jake."

She rested her head back down on my shoulder, and I closed my eyes. It had been a long-as-fuck day, and tomorrow was going to be worse. Nessie had met most of my family, but tomorrow she was going to meet all of them. Anyone that could even be considered a distant relative was going to be there, and I was a little bit nervous about it. She'd told me how she was nervous of the same thing before I met all of her family, and I wondered if it was the same for her as it was for me. It was her family, people that had helped shape her into the person she was now. It wouldn't matter to me if they were annoyingly crazy and ran around with permanent liquor breath. Although, if anyone was perpetually drunk around her, I'd probably kick their ass. She didn't need to see that shit.

After a few minutes, she kissed my shoulder and reached up to touch my earring. She fidgeted with it, twisting and turning and just trying to figure out how to make it work in place of the stud I'd always worn before. I kissed her forehead and ran my fingers up her arm.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

She looked up at me, and those wide brown eyes were scared. I furrowed my brow and touched her cheek.

"What's wrong, honey?"

She licked her lips and took a deep breath. "Can I ask you something? About…um…about what just happened?"

I nodded without hesitation. "What is it?"

She tugged a little at the earring before she closed her eyes tightly. "Was it really okay?"

I wondered what in the hell would make her think it wasn't. I kissed her and then cleared my throat. "Yes, Nessie. It was so much more than 'okay.' It was really amazing." Given time and a chance to build up some skills, she would put experienced masters to shame.

She smiled the kind of smile that told me she trusted my answer. I loved that smile. "I love you," she said softly.

My fingers trailed up her back to her neck and I kissed her ear. "I love you, too. Are you tired?"

She nodded into my shoulder. "I am."

I situated us so we could go to sleep, and she kissed my shoulder. I held her tightly and realized I was still naked when she put her leg over mine. She seemed comfortable, though. She sighed contentedly, and I pushed thoughts of clothing out of my mind.

"Goodnight, baby."

Her fingers lightly tickled my neck. "Goodnight, Jake. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Nessie."

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