Control

Chapter Ten: Coffee, Tea and Bittersweet Chocolate

"So I take it by the way you are glowing that Paul liked the dress?" Leah asked the next day. We were browsing in the book store in Port Angeles. She was looking for some Quileute baby name book that Old Quil had told her about.

"Can we talk about this in a less public place?" I asked pulling the book out and shoving it into her hands.

"Holy crap Bella you are like psychic," she said. "I must have looked at that same shelf about six times."

"I've had training," I said drily as we head up to the register to pay. She forks over some money and we leave the store. "So tell me about last night," she said once we were seated comfortably outside of a coffee shop. I tried to feel embarrassed but couldn't find it in me.

"I told him that I loved him but how scared I was," I said. I heard my name being called and went to retrieve my chai tea and Leah's mocha.

"What did he say?" She asked blowing on the hot beverage.

"That he knew I was scared but he wasn't asking for an eternity; just one lifetime," I said not surprised when a blush stained my cheeks. Leah laughed.

"Who would have thought that tough Paul had it in him?" She commented casually.

"I told him I didn't want to get lost in a love so strong that I get swept away and he understood. He told me that if I was just there for the sex then I could leave," I said. She lifted her eyebrow at me.

"I take it you didn't leave," she said. I shook my head; glad when my hair fell to slightly cover my eyes. While I found myself wanting to confide in Leah a smaller part of me wanted to keep things quiet. While I knew, logically, that she would see it firsthand once she phased with Paul…admitting it all out loud was quite another thing.

"It was amazing," was all I could think to say.

"More so than before?" She asked.

"Yes," I said without hesitation. "It was perfect." She studied me for a few seconds.

"Are you planning on explaining?" She asked finally.

"It's…hard to explain," I said. "But it lasted for hours. We were both so tired but we just couldn't stop. It was…incredible," I said not wanting to go into too many details.

"Geez I am jealous," she said with a smile. "Hours…wow."

"Yeah," I said sipping my tea. Her hand covers mine and I look up. Her eyes are earnest.

"I am happy if you are happy. You know that, right?" She asked. I nod. "Good. So we need to get you a new swimsuit." The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze of shopping. Finally we arrived back at Sam and Emily's to give Emily the book that Leah bought. She loved it, of course, and they hugged. I was glad that they were both healing. Strong arms embraced me from behind and I leaned back into Paul's bare chest.

"I like these jeans on you," he whispered in my ear. My brain was having trouble processing thought when he was this close. His fingers swiped next to the waist band. "But I think I like them better off," he said. He pulled away, swatted my ass and then sauntered casually to the table while I swayed slightly on the spot.

"Wow do I look like that all the time?" Emily asked Leah. They were both studying me as I struggled to think clearly.

"Not quite," Leah said. "Not even in the beginning." Sam entered the house, wiping his feet thoughtfully and walked straight to Emily. She glowed as he pressed his lips to her scar reverently.

"It's their personalities," he said in a matter of fact tone. "Paul is much more volatile than I am." Sam ducked as a knife, slung by Paul, missed his head by centimeters.

"You just proved his point," Jared said around a mouthful of lasagna.

"Fuck you," Paul snarled. Jared doesn't look the slightest bit perturbed. Everyone is used to Paul's moods I guess. I took a muffin that Emily offered and watched the boys shovel in an obscene amount of food. Paul finished first, probably because he was the only one not talking. I brought him a beer and he tugged me into his lap. He pressed his lips to the skin just under my ear; shadowing the area he had once bitten. I felt slightly dazed and then uncomfortable when I realized how intently everyone was watching us.

"What?" I asked defensively trying to move from Paul's lap. His hands firmly held me against him.

"Nothing," Sam said in a tone that made me not believe him somehow.

"Seriously stop staring," Paul said. "Or if you are going to stare explain why you are looking at us like we have grown two heads."

"It's nothing," Sam says and everyone finally stops staring.

"Freaks," Paul utters but no one responds. Soon after Paul and I leave. He actually tosses me over his shoulder, caveman style and leaves without a word to anyone. I wave as best I can and laugh at the look of shock on Kim's face. Paul easily unlocks the cabin door, without putting me down and then kicks it closed behind him. I giggle when he dumps me onto the couch. "Too many fucking clothes," he growled almost ripping my jeans in his haste to get them off. I sit up on the couch to help him. His chest is rising and falling hard; his eyes dark. And suddenly I understand more. This isn't Paul; this is Paul's wolf.

"Let me help," I said gently pushing his hands aside when they almost tear the hooks from my bra. He growls and shoves my hands aside; ripping it from my body. I wasn't sure what had caused this turn in his mind and I wasn't sure how to soothe him. He had never been quite this aggressive with me. I focused on the front of his cutoffs and then slid them over his slim hips when they were unbuttoned. I circled the tip with my index finger and wondered idly how wolf-Paul would react if I…took some initiative this time. Before he can react I push him back onto the sofa and kneel between his legs. He doesn't try to stop me as I lean forward and brush my tongue over the weeping head of his cock. The flavor is interesting; a combination of salty/sweet that kind of reminded me of a dark chocolate covered pretzel. Bitter, salty and sweet all at the same time. I paused; not really sure how to proceed. Paul's hands smoothed my hair back from my face and secured it all with a hair band he must have found in my jeans pocket. When he spoke his voice was husky with need.

"You can do anything you feel like," he said guiding my hand to the base. "If I don't like it you'll know." I didn't want to be bad at this. He was so good at just about everything. He took pity on me. "You can start by licking. Pay attention to the head; it's the most sensitive part," he said. He none too gently pressed the head of his cock to my lips. This was the wolf; impatient for his pleasure. I licked the head again; gathering the drops of moisture pearled there with my tongue. I became heady with power as I dragged my tongue over his cock. His groans told me I must have been doing something right. Daringly I pulled about half of his cock into my mouth; rolling my tongue over the head. I got caught up in the rhythm of it; loving the way his body tensed under my mouth and hands. His hands reached for my head; trying to pull me away.

"Shit Bella…move…I'm going…holy fucking hell," he swore when I took him all the way to the back of my throat; something I hadn't dared to do yet. I refused to relinquish my hold and his hips moved restlessly into my face. I gave up my grip on his cock and grasped his hips in my hands propelling myself forward until I had his entire cock buried in my mouth. His body was shaking and growls poured from his throat. I let him choose the speed and motion; surrendering all control to him. I wasn't shocked when he took fierce control. One of his hands locked on my scalp as his hips pumped against my face quickly. I was surprised that I didn't choke from the feeling of his cock touching my throat with each motion. Obscenties rolled from his mouth like prayers and he released into my mouth. I took control back, suckling slowly as he spasmed into my mouth; hand loosening in my hair. This fluid was sweeter somehow and lacked the bitterness of his earlier emissions. When his shaking stop I released him from my mouth. Unsure of what to do with the liquid filling my mouth I swallowed it all.

"Holy hell woman," he said as I laid my face on his thigh. My knees were aching but not as much as my core was. His wolf seemed to have abated and he stroked my head with gentle fingers. After a beat he lifted me from the floor to straddle his leg. My clit rubbed against his skin and my eyes practically rolled into the back of my head.

"Mmmm," was all I could manage when his lips covered my nipple. I hardly realized he had moved until it was him seated between my thighs. He slid his hands under my ass until he was holding me off the couch. His nose brushed my clit and I whimpered.

"So wet," he said almost reverently. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply. I knew I should be embarrassed but the look of bliss on his face took any of that away. His tongue was gentle in my folds; his tongue sweeping through the moisture that had gathered there while I sucked his cock. "Is all of this from me?" He asked pausing to look up at me. I must have looked confused because he clarified. "Did sucking my cock make your sweet pussy this wet?" My cheeks flamed but I nodded.

"Yes," I whispered. His tongue flicked over me a few times before he spoke again.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," he said pressing an open mouthed kiss on my clit that made me jerk. "There is nothing sexier than a woman who enjoys pleasing her man," he said. My first orgasm was gentle and he coaxed me through it with a velvet soft tongue. While I recovered he lapped gently at my entrance and I realized he was savoring the taste of me. Then, without warning, his tongue was ravenous on my flesh. He was licking and even biting at my clit. I didn't bother trying to hold him back; knowing it wouldn't work anyway. I felt my body shudder, shake, roll and bow under his skillful tongue. His tongue was insatiable; still working earnestly after my fourth orgasm.

"Paul," I said weakly as his tongue stroked my still aching, still throbbing clit. He paused only for a few seconds.

"Just one more kitten," he groaned. "God your pussy tastes so fucking good." He was much gentler now; laving and stroking in langorous motions that had my head spinning. I hovered over the edge even as his lips sucked my engorged clit into his mouth; sucking hard on the little nub. The orgasm rendered me incapable of speech, thoughts or anything else. I felt his lips release me and barely noticed when he slid inside of me. It only took a few thrusts before I felt him spilling inside of me; lips pressed to my neck, hands gripping the backs of my thighs. And then everything faded to black.