AN- Moving SUCKS! Sorry lovelies, had a major upheaval in the life, but am settled for the moment. I just reread the last chapter and my goodness was I wrong in leaving you with that! Sincerest apologies!
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Honestly, I had a different idea in mind when I began writing this, but the characters always seem to take on a mind of their own. I am not sure how I feel about this chappie. Be honest with your comments, and let me know what you would like to see happen (other than Jacob insterting tab a into slot b, lol).
A little naughty, nothing too bad, mostly Jacob's pov.
Again, I love you guys and thank you! Read on, enjoy!
Jacob Black was a simple guy with simple beliefs.
You treat your car like your kin, you defend and honor family to the death, and when a girl tells you to do something you do it.
Period.
So, was it really that surprising that as soon as Bella Swan had breathlessly gripped the back of his poor, abused head of hair, and said, "Touch me", that Jacob was fully prepared to do just that?
Nope, not in his book.
In fact, this was what he was designed for. Everything he was, everything he would ever be was for Bella Swan. Jacob hated to admit it, but no matter what had occurred he couldn't deny the simple fact that he would always be madly in love with her, and he would always do whatever it was her little heart wanted.
It just so happened that this want involved a lot of touching…and breathing…and tasting... because GOD Bella tasted good!
Jacob could not help the constant low growl in his throat as he ran his hands up and down the sides of her body, his mouth attacking every bare inch of skin. He felt animalistic with her, and found himself doing his best to control himself.
She was soft and fleshy under his fingertips as he let his hands rest right under the edge of her bra.
Jacob would oblige her, he would touch her, but he wanted to go slow, wanted to get the burning desire to throw her on the couch and rip her clothing off under control before he introduced any new flesh to his eyes and hands.
He itched to go under her bra, instead forcing his hands to move away, down along her ribs, hands splaying over her curvy little hips, down, down to her ass again. He gripped her there once more, squeezing tightly, unconsciously sliding her up against his obvious arousal, loving the little squeal it elicited from her throat. Her voice vibrated deep in her and Jacob found himself drawn once again to the long line of her neck.
He moved his hands up to her face, tilting her head upwards, exposing the soft, white skin. He dove in, licking every elegant line, up to the spot right under her ear, where he nibbled, breathed softly on, then bit down on roughly, knowing damn well he was marking her.
She didn't seem to care, so why should he?
In fact, she seemed to love every time he did, letting out purrs of approval and squeezing him tighter, wherever she seemed to be holding him at the moment. Jacob loved it, and felt himself breathing heavier and heavier, the heat of his body rising so much even he could feel the sweat breaking out on his skin, his control slipping further away from him.
Bella just gripped him, running her hands down his shoulder blades, dragging her nails back up his back, the little stings of pain dragging his sanity towards the exit door.
Her hands came to rest on either side of his face. She gently pulled him away from her, and stared into his eyes.
She looked…exquisite?
Breathtaking?
Beautiful?
Perfect?
Jacob found none of those words could even come close to describing the way she looked in that very moment of time.
Bella's hair was a mass of waves and curls around her face, her eyes fully dilated, almost sleepy looking as she blinked slowly, her thick lashes fanning against her cheeks. Her lips were red and swollen, a pink hue tinting her face, her shirt half dragged off her shoulder.
She shimmied forward then with a slow, lazy smile, fully straddling his hips and Jacob gripped her thighs tightly. Just the feel of her jean clad legs against him was becoming too much, and Jacob silently prayed she would beg him to stop.
Instead, she leaned forward, lips against his skin, and said softly in one breath, "I want you Jake, I want you so fucking bad."
Jacob let out a loud low moan and without a second's hesitation, flipped Bella onto her back against the cushions of the couch. She landed with a little bounce, her hair a blanket around her. Jacob slipped himself between her legs, propping himself up with one arm as he settled his body against hers, her legs naturally wrapping around his hips and thighs.
She felt amazing, soft, giving and so sweet smelling underneath him. In the back of his mind Jacob was glad he had the sense of mind to hold himself up with one arm.
Bella truly was his poison. She made him completely lose his mind with just a few words. He was trying so hard, so very, very hard to just be composed for goodness sakes, to take it slow and make this the way he had dreamed it would be for so long…but Bella, his sweet little Bella couldn't let him do it, could she? Always had to be her way, and Jacob knew he couldn't control himself, not when it was very clear that she wanted him, wanted him right now on this couch.
Bella could barely breathe.
Even holding himself up with one arm didn't take away from the mass that was Jacob's body.
She didnt care...Bella loved the feel of him, hot, heavy against her, his lower body pressing into hers. Every slight inch that she moved under his weight caused a burst of tingling right up her middle, surging through every part of her.
Bella stared up at him as he hovered over her waiting for…she wasn't quite sure…
All Bella knew was this was just too perfect. Bella had thought she would have to wait forever for this, for the feel of his lips, skin, and body…but she didn't, Jacob wanted her, even after all this time, and that thought alone was enough to make Bella scream.
He was staring at her, and Bella felt herself blushing. She reached one hand up and ran it through his hair, biting her bottom lip as she saw herself reflected in the shiny depths of his eyes. She looked crazy, a woman possessed…wild hair, flushed cheeks, mouth shiny and red.
Bella was possessed though, wasn't she?
How else could she explain this crazy woman who had taken over, this woman who was practically BEGGING to be taken?
It was all Jacob, it had always been Jacob. He made her feel…alive. How could she ever have thought to give this feeling up?
She couldn't even imagine leaving this again, shivering at the thought of icy cold skin…Bella knew she had made the right choice, and would never again leave the warmth that wasn't just his body, but him, Jacob, Jake…her Jake.
Bella closed her eyes and smiled, running her hands over him to memorize this moment. With light touches of her fingertips she skimmed his face, his chest, the hard muscles of his stomach, smooth and hard all at once. He was perfection defined, and Bella knew she was the luckiest girl in the world.
Her hand came to rest right above his pants, and without even thinking, she ran her fingernail just under the waist, skimming the skin right above his erection, feeling with a little bit of shock, the beginnings of course hair.
However, before Bella could explore her surroundings more, Jacob grabbed her hand suddenly. Bella squealed, thinking she had done something wrong. With the softest of touches though, Jacob grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her palm slowly, his lips scorching the delicate skin.
He moved her hand up over her head, holding her there as he leaned forward, pressing feather soft kisses over her wrist, the thin under skin of her arm, down to her shoulder. He brought his mouth to hers, pulling at her bottom lip and causing a loud sigh to escape her.
"You're gonna kill me Bells, you know that?" he whispered, letting her lip go with a chaste kiss.
"The feeling is mutual," Bella replied with a smile. Jacob let out a little laugh and kissed her again.
Bella sighed right into him, pressing her legs tighter around him and using the hand he had left free to grab at any part of him she could as he kissed her over and over again. He would kiss her deeply, mouth open, tongue caressing hers, then pull back and give her frantic little kisses.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Bella wondered when the hell her Jacob had learned to kiss like this? It was almost too much sensation, his soft full lips, his rough, warm tongue, his breath…, too much to even lie there and take. It made her feel itchy and desperate to feel more of him, so Bella, without really giving it much thought, slid her hand back down the small space between their bodies, and slipped her tiny hand into the little opening between his body and his jeans…
and there it was.
Oh good LORD there it was, just there, right under her hand, the only thing separating her from it was the thin fabric of what felt like cotton. It was hot, unbelievably hot, and hard, and ….
Bella froze as she realized Jacob had stopped moving. He had paused, his face buried in between her neck and shoulder. She realized he was tense and holding his breath.
Bella immediately wondered if she had once again gone too far? Had she done something wrong?
God, who was she fooling?
She knew NOTHING of this kind of thing, ok, so she knew a little about a grope here and there, but this whole couch thing that was happening was clearly out of her league.
Ok,Bells, get a grip, she thought to herself. Just remove your hand and kiss him, crack a joke…he won't even notice that you shoved your hand down there…
Bella winced and slowly began inching her way out, trying her best not to touch it, and failing as her hand involuntarily stroked it.
Jacob let out a low, strangled noise and seemingly decided she wasn't moving fast enough, and took it upon himself to help her remove the offending digits. He now had both her hands pinned above her head, and Bella held her breath as he sat back on his haunches and stared down at her.
"Jake, I…I," she began with a stutter.
Breathe, one, two, three.
Breathe, one, two, three.
Jacob kept repeating that mantra over and over in his head, praying some of the blood that had so eloquently and maturely flooded to his nether regions, would head back up, allowing him some rationality.
Visions of a naked, writhing Bella were already creeping in at the edges of his brain, and then she had gone and touched him…THERE!
THERE, of all places her greedy little hands could have gone, THERE!
The funniest part about the whole thing was she had NO IDEA what she was doing to him. Here he was, nestled between the thighs of the girl he loved, his pants practically ripping at the seams from how hard he was and she was apologizing for doing that to him.
He had to smile, only his Bells.
He cut off her little stuttering act with a finger to her lips. "Bells, please," he said with a grin. "Just stop worrying, ok? You are perfect Bella Swan. You always have been. This," he motioned at their bodies, "is perfect. So turn off the worrying, the self doubt, everything. Just let it be me and you, ok?"
Bella nodded and he grinned, leaning down to taste her sweet little mouth again. He couldn't get enough of her and kissing her just wasn't satisfying his Bella thirst. She moaned right into his mouth, and Jacob felt himself getting impossibly harder.
Seriously, something had to give.
Still holding her hands, lest she touch him there again and he suffered a seriously embarrassing moment, Jacob brought his other hand down to the edge of her shirt again, an area he had visited quite frequently during this whirlwind of a day.
This time though, he wanted to feel more, to touch every part of her, expose her to him, touch and bite and mark her all over as his.
Wolfish behavior?
Very.
Even though, Jacob at this point wasn't even sure what they were.
Could he even consider her his? Were they long lost acquaintances? Lovers? Was she now his girlfriend? Future wife? Friends who were caught up in a moment?
Jacob shrugged; he was too much in the here and now. He could worry about all of that later. He brought his attention back to Bella and all that lingered just under the edge of her flimsy little tee.
She was holding her breath, anticipating his next move. Jacob grinned wickedly and slowly lifted the edge of the t-shirt up, pulling it until it rested bunched up slightly across her breast bone.
Jacob loved how in response, her chest fell and rose rapidly, her upper body exquisitely exposed to him. She was beautiful and perfect, wearing a simple, white cotton bra. It was so Bella, and so sexy, that Jacob found himself practically humming in delight at the sight of her. Her tummy dipped down a bit, then swelled out in a perfect little bump right above her hips. She was flat, but feminine, just how Jacob liked it.
He lowered himself, kissing the soft flesh around her belly button.
Bella gasped, and arched involuntarily, and Jacob took her movement as an opportunity to slide his hand to the small of her back, arching her up more toward him as he licked all around her belly button.
He grinned against her goose bumped skin.
Creeping upwards, he pressed her body into his mouth as he skimmed against her sides, his tongue grazing her rib cage, nibbling here and there, and relishing the sighs coming from her lips. He paused right under her bra, and softly sucked her skin into his mouth, running his tongue back and forth over the sensitive flesh. She was squealing and moving around under him, and he continued to keep her hands immobile.
Jacob finally sat back up and looked down at her.
"Hi," he said.
Bella groaned, and giggled.
"Hi," she paused. "Seriously?"
"What? Not going fast enough for you Swan?" Jacob asked as he absently stroked her thigh.
She shrugged, "Maybe".
Jacob felt this was going to quickly become a trend: having a smile constantly plastered on his face.
He felt his smile right up to the point he bowed down to kiss the space between her breasts, her heart beating furiously beneath his lips. He pressed his cheek to her skin, loving the smoothness, and the sweet, heavy smell that seemed to just naturally waft off of her.
It was driving Jacob mad to have his face this close to her.
He ran his tongue up over the part of her breast that swelled out above the bra, licking right along the line of the fabric. She was shaking under him, squeezing her legs tighter, her body rising against his. Jacob found himself grinding himself into her as he pressed fevered kisses all over the swell of both her breasts.
He dragged his open mouth up her neck, pausing to kiss her jawbone. He pressed his forehead to hers, his breath heavy. His free hand left her hip, landing against her breast, his hand massive, covering it gently as he began to rub his thumb against her nipple.
Jacob kissed her slowly again, dragging his tongue along her lips as she parted them, welcoming him. He tasted her, finally pulling back to catch his breath.
"Jake?" she whispered. Jacob felt that stab to his heart, the one he always felt whenever Bella spoke his name. He looked at her, deeply into her eyes, and felt uncontrollable, undeniable love.
He wanted her to be his.
Fully.
He wanted to take their clothing off, press himself into her over and over again, make her scream his name and claw scratches down his back.
But Jacob wanted more too.
Jacob wanted to fall asleep with Bella.
Jacob wanted to wake up with Bella.
He wanted to watch her cook in nothing but his t-shirts, wanted to drive with the windows rolled down and her hand tightly in his.
That was why he couldn't do this, not here, on the couch. There was too much emotion, it was too quick and the last thing Jacob wanted to do was hurt Bella, scare her away. He knew without a doubt her body wanted it, but did all of Bella want it? Her heart? Her mind?
Yes, she had confessed her love for him, but was it let me be with you forever love? The love that Jacob felt for her?
He would take it slow, and he would tell her over and over again he loved her before they did anymore heavy groping.
"Bells," he finally said as he released both her hands. He pulled her shirt down and sat up from her, rubbing his eyes and sighing heavily.
Bella pulled herself to a sitting position, her legs still draped around his hips. She ran her hands thru her hair and cocked her head.
"What's wrong Jake?" she asked. Jacob touched her cheek lovingly.
"Nothing Bells," he said. "I just…"
He paused.
"This is perfect, and you know I want you, more than anything. I just, I don't want it to happen like this. You mean so much to me Bells, and I will never have enough words to tell you how happy I am that you are here….alive." \
He kissed her cheek.
"I want this to be right Bells," he said softly. "We never had a chance before, there was always something in the way but now…what is there? I want you Bells, all of you. I hope you want all of me too."
Bella smiled and pulled herself closer to him, propping herself up so that she was now sitting on his lap, legs Indian style around him. She ran her hands over his arms, his shoulders, and settled around the back of his head, her fingers twirling a piece of hair.
"Jacob, I told you, I am not here to just apologize to you. I am here because I missed you. You are all I thought about every single night I was gone, and I am here because I love you. I want you. I want everything about you," she paused. "I also want this to be perfect, so how about we promise to cool off before we keep ending up in these compromising positions?"
Jacob laughed and hugged her tight.
"Bells, I can't promise you miracles," he said. Bella just shook her head, wrapping her arms tight around him, all sexuality of the moment lost in the comfort of holding each other.
Jacob itched to tell her he loved her, the words right at the edge of his tongue.
He knew he should, there really was no reason not to...other than the fact that Jacob was scared.
Big, bad Jacob Black was terrified that this tiny little slip of a girl was going to break his heart again.
He sighed and absently kissed the top of her head.
Jacob would have to find a way to get over it, or else his body was definitely going to make the decision for him.