Chapter 10: Desire

Jacob watched as Renesmee beamed at his words, her chest heaving slightly from their vigorous kisses.

"Why did you ask?" she questioned, trying to slow her ragged breaths. He glanced down at the tops of her breasts again, chewing on his lip. The thin black tank top she had on under her jacket did little to hide very much. The outline of her lacy pink bra was peeking up over the top of the shirt.

Beckoning him.

"I just….wasn't sure. This is new. I didn't want it to be weird," he admitted. Things were moving fast. Too fast? It didn't feel too fast. In fact, things felt the opposite.

They felt damn good.

Finally being able to hold her in his arms and do the things he had barely dared dream about was more than he could have ever asked for.

Renesmee's hands snaked around his neck, pulling him closer as she opened her legs wider. Jacob's body settled down closer next to hers, his obvious arousal nestled between her legs. He winced to himself as his erection poked at her center, begging for attention. He felt like a cad poking her with his boner as they made out on the couch, however, Renesmee wasn't doing much to help him calm down.

In fact, she was riling him up even further. Her moans, lingering kisses, wriggling body and suggestive mental words were doing little to help him keep a grip on his already shaky control. His hand gripped the side of the cushion as he hovered over her, staring down at her plump pink lips and pale yet flushed skin. Her coppery hair was spread out on the cushion behind her, the ringlets shining in the light of the fireplace. She was even more beautiful than he remembered.

"Jake…." she prodded, her voice raspy. He glanced down at her pleading brown eyes, letting his eyes skim across her alabaster chest.

"Um…."

"This isn't weird at all," she whispered, brushing her lips across his cheek. She skimmed the tip of her nose along the bone, pressing a kiss to his earlobe.

"I can…s-see that," he muttered. Her warm mouth made him lose his train of coherent thought for a good minute. His hips moved against hers for a brief second, creating some friction against her jeans. Renesmee let out a breathy sigh, unlike any noise he had ever heard her make before. She moaned against his cheek before dipping her head and placing a wet kiss along his jugular. His hardness throbbed against the fly of his jeans, begging for attention. He was dying to rip all of their clothes off and just see what happened.

No, he thought, this was about her.

Renesmee's hand went to his collarbone. He braced himself, preparing for whatever words she had to tell him this time. The words she had spoken via her gift five minutes ago had practically made him come in his pants. What was it about her that made him lose any semblance of control? Her hold over him was almost terrifying.

So hot, he thought. When did she become this….woman?

Please, she communicated, please touch me. You promised….

He moved to kiss her again, placing a lingering kiss on her swollen lips. "I promised what?"

"That today you would do whatever I wanted," she panted, reaching up to touch his cheek. Almost roughly, she pulled his mouth back to hers. Jacob groaned at her actions, thrusting against her again.

"Ugh, so good," she mumbled against his mouth. Her words were a jumbled mess, but they got the message across.

"Santa never said this was a part of the deal," he chuckled, shaking his head at her.

"That bastard," she giggled, kissing down his neck. He moved his hips again, emitting a moan from Renesmee.

"Edward agreed I could be your boyfriend for the week, not….defile you," he snorted.

"What if I want to be…ugh….defiled?" she breathed, taking his earlobe back into her mouth. Sucking lightly, she flicked her tongue against it and made him shudder.

"Oh my God, your farther is going to absolutely kill me….I need to just kiss my nuts goodbye and hand them to him on a platter."

"Edward doesn't get a say. What I say goes…Jacob….boyfriends fool around with their girlfriends on couches. They do more than just kiss…."

"Oh?"

She did have a point.

"Yes!"

"How do you know this?"

"I have girlfriends, Jake. We do talk. You think I'm the first girl to ever get dry humped on a couch?"

"Ness! I-"

"It's fine, it's fine," she laughed, peppering his neck with soft kisses. He inhaled her sweet, flowery scent and tried to keep himself in control as she continued to test him. What she was saying was probably true, but he was still having a few difficulties.

"I just don't want things to get…..out of hand," he pleaded.

"It won't, it won't…trust me, no one's going to get pregnant! I just want my boyfriend to….you know."

"What?" he asked with a smirk. He stared down at her, watching as her cheeks turned pink in the glow of the fire. "What are you trying to say?"

Renesmee huffed, arching her back slightly. Their hips collided, creating just the right amount of friction. They both groaned quietly as their bodies protested their talking. It was clear what they both wanted to do….so why couldn't he just do it?

"What?" he repeated, a mischievous air to his voice.

"Get me off," she whispered. Another shudder rolled down his spine as he fought to not pin her to the couch and have his way with her. Her words were like an aphrodisiac to him.

"Please," she begged, grabbing his hand.

"Um….o-okay," he agreed, shifting on the couch. He positioned himself beside her, propped up on his elbow. His arm was slung across her body, his skin burning lightly against the exposed skin of her stomach. Her tank top had ridden up during their make out session, and now a portion of her creamy skin was exposed. Jacob stared at it, completely captivated. Renesmee's body was absolutely perfect in his mind; lean in most areas with just a few traces of extra weight here and there. He enjoyed it though; it made her curves stand out and her body look womanly and soft. She had a normal sized stomach, a round ass, and breasts that were full yet supple. Before he could realize it, he had licked his lips. Renesmee giggled, grabbing his hand.

"You agreed," she pleaded, biting her lip. He nodded, moving to the waist of her jeans.

"Can I take them off?"

"Uh….sure?" she laughed nervously.

"I….this would be easier if they were off."

"Whatever you say," she laughed, grabbing the waist. She rose up off the couch, pushing her jeans down her legs and eventually off the end of the couch. "There."

"Right," he said, placing his hand on her stomach. She flinched slightly, giggling nervously.

"Pink underwear?"

"Yes…."

"Pink with polka dots?"

She sighed, glancing down at her pink underwear. "I hate all that French lacey stuff Alice buys….sometimes I just want cotton. I like it."

Jacob dropped his face to hers, nuzzling next to her hear. He took her earlobe in his teeth and flicked his tongue against it, making her shiver. "I think I like Alice a little more after learning this. Tell me, where is this lacy French stuff that Alice buys?"

"At home," she snorted.

She rolled her eyes as his hand slid down her stomach. He watched as her silly expression turned serious as his fingers finally touched cotton. Her lips pressed together and her hand that was above her head on the pillow clenched slightly as he moved farther down. Jacob was slightly nervous, however, he was more than happy to finally be able to please his imprint. Nervous feelings aside, he wanted nothing more than to make her feel good. She had all but beaten it into his head that this was alright with her, so he finally felt right about it.

Edward be damned.

He moved his fingers against the cotton of her underwear, his eyes watching hers carefully. Renesmee's gaze became lustful then hazy as he applied a bit more pressure. She shifted against his hand, moving her pelvis up as he made a firm but gentle pass against her center. He could feel the dampness of her arousal through the pink cotton, and the scent emanating from her made his head spin.

"Oh Jake," she whispered. Her eyes slowly closed, her head bobbing slightly against the pillow.

"Does it um….feel good?"

"Oh….yes," she choked out. "Right….oh God, right there."

He continued to stroke her against the cotton, all the while watching her face for any bad signs. He was harder than a rock and felt like his junk would have an imprint of his zipper permanently imprinted on it, but it was worth it. To see Renesmee beneath him squirming in pleasure was enough to push any thoughts of blue balls aside.

He listened to her breathing as he touched her, waiting to see when it would speed up and when it would slow. When he found a spot that made her hips thrust against his hand, he knew he had done something right. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths, and he knew she was close. Lowering his face, he began kissing and sucking down her neck and chest. She mewled and bucked against his hand, gasping as he made small circles around the bundle of nerves that all women liked, and he was relieved. He didn't have any experience with pleasing a woman. He had practically lived like a monk while he waited for her to grow up. This was his first time as well as hers, and he was suddenly grateful for the dirty, perverted pot of filth that was the pack mind. For once he was glad his pack brothers never shut up about their dirty conquests with their own imprints. He felt like he had a library of smut at his disposal.

"Is that good?" he asked. His lips moved against the top of her breasts as he spoke, her womanly scent making his head reel.

"Ugh, more…." she gasped, grabbing his hand with hers. She covered his hand with her own, showing him how she wanted to be touched. "Just like that."

Jacob's heart began to pound in his chest as he realized she was showing him how to get her off.

It was hot.

"Oh!" she gasped, arching her back again. He had never been more turned on in his life.

He breathed against her chest, moving his mouth further down. Her nipples were hard, even through the material of her tank top and bra. He took one in his mouth, sucking lightly against the fabric.

And then, it happened.

Renesmee cried out, her body quaking slightly. Another small squeak left her lips as his hand suddenly felt a rush of dampness against the cotton of her underwear.

Holy shit…she came. She actually came. I…I did that, he thought with satisfaction. He continued to move his fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm. Nothing was more beautiful than finally seeing the way she looked as she let everything go and bask in pleasure.

"Oh Jake…" she whispered, turning her head to the side. Her eyes opened as her hips stopped moving, her breath still coming out in heavy pants. "That was…"

"So hot," he sputtered, looking down at his hand. It was still touching her intimately, and he felt his cheeks turn red. He moved it slowly upwards to rest on her stomach as his eyes moved to hers.

"Tell me about it," she laughed, brushing her hair away from her eyes. She turned on her side, her cheeks still pink and flushed. "So good…." she breathed, nuzzling his neck. He wrapped his arm around her bare shoulder feeling rather pleased with himself. Not only did she obviously have feelings for him, but she had let him touch her in practically the most intimate way, a way he had never even dared dream of. He had even pleased her. Jacob was on top of the world.

Until she spoke.

"Your turn."

Uh oh ; ) I know it's after Christmas, but you all keep reviewing and loving this so…I am going to continue writing it! It's so much fun to write a mixture of smut and fluff. No major plot here, just Jake and Nessie goodness ; )

Until next time!