Title: 1001 Jacobian Nights
Author: Amanda Wilder
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. Original situations and dialogue property of the author. Unauthorized duplication prohibited.
Pairing: Jacob/Bella
Story: AU; MA
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A/N: Thanks, everyone, for your praise, feedback and questions. I'll be addressing the white elephant in the room -- Carlisle's prescription -- in later chapters.
Until then, real, live, lemony fun to follow. Have your favorite toy/individual (or both) at ready.
1001 Jacobian Nights, Chapter 9 -- Native Tongue, Part 1
Bella found that it was getting more and more difficult to formulate a cogent argument for life as a Cullen as Jake's strong hands kneaded her calves, her legs vibrating from the stimulation, skin warming to his touch.
"Am I distracting you? I can stop if you like," Jake teased, noting her extended silence and the growing weight of her thighs against his shoulders as she relaxed.
"Mmmm no, it's good, it's great...Carlisle says I'm supposed to get lots of massage."
Jacob snorted at the mention of the leech-doctor's name. He'd show her some real medicine, right now. Rivers and Tides had come to its end, and the screen before them went dark.
"Really now, 'lots of massage'? That's pretty vague, Bella, how am I supposed to know how much? What if I administer the wrong dosage?"
Teasing again, he was always teasing her about something. Bella giggled as Jake stroked the underside of her arch with his finger. She tried to pull her foot away, but he had her ankle firmly gripped with the other hand.
"How's that? Did you like that kind of massage? Or maybe yew neebee some Shveedish massage-ey? Hernee skernee du...like theesh? bork! bork! bork!" Between the leg grabbing and tickling, Jake had Bella in fits of laughter.
"Jake! you're killing me with the bad Swedish Chef, ok?" She decided to tease him right back. No teenage boy, not even a teenage werewolf, would know what certain words meant, right?
"My prescription says I need a vulva massage!"
Jake spun around, his face poking up between her knees, his eyes misty and playful.
"A what-va massage? A Volvo-massage?"
There, she had him stumped, for once. This was even more fun than keeping the special ingredient to her stew a secret from him. Bella crossed her arms in front of her chest authoritatively.
"It's a very special massage -- it has to be done by a specialist." Let Mr. Smart-guy figure that mystery out.
"Hmm..." Jake slid into his patented mad-scientist mode. "Let's see now, of course, the dreaded Volvo-massage. And you are a very peculiar girl, you need to see a specialist...well, now, where is that Volvo troubling you....here?"
With that, he bit down through the leg of her jeans on a sensitive spot just below her knee, sending sparks running up her thigh and directly between her legs.
"No, silly, vulva!" She was only playing with him, but the heat between her thighs was undeniable. The ache in her sex that had been brewing all day intensified, moisture springing between her lips at his roguish nipping.
"Here?"
Another bite, this one just above her knee, her legs spaying more widely as Jake inched forward, flashy his big toothy smile. Not too hard, but hard enough...oh god, his shoulders were so broad and warm under her thighs...
"No, not there..."
Bella's heart was pounding, her answer coming out in a breathy whisper. Jake crouched in front of her, pulling her knees up with his shoulders.
"Here, maybe....?"
She could feel the warmth of his breath against her crotch, eyes twinkling up at her from beneath his thick lashes. He pressed his teeth gently into her jeans at the top of her thigh, just below her panty line. Her hands flitted to his face, nervously stroking his hair just behind his ears.
He knows...exactly what "vulva" means...
Bella stared back at him as his eyes went dark and dreamy at her touch. He knew all along...
Bella swallowed hard as she took in his dusky, patient, loving expression, her sex clenching urgently within the confines of her weight of so many nights of want, of loneliness, the crushing force of Edward's many rejections, bore down on her.
Jake, I need you to touch me, I need to feel good again...
Jacob's eyes were full of encouragement. As though reading her thoughts, his smile deepened.
"Miss Swan, I think I need to continue this examination further," he murmured softly, his sparkling eyes never leaving hers. "Would the patient be so kind as to... remove her jeans?"
Bella closed her mouth, which had been hanging open for several moments, panting in wonderment. She nodded. Quickly unbuttoning her jeans with trembling hands, she felt Jake's fingertips slide under the waistband behind her. He slid the fabric down just past her knees, neatly tucking the pants behind his head, effectively trapping his face at the juncture of her thighs.
Any momentary embarrassment she might have felt was swallowed whole by her overwhelming surprise and pleasure at his obvious enthusiasm. Jake had always been so sweet and gentle with her, she was instantly glad he was the first to see her so exposed.
Not Edward.
Kneeling, Jacob was face to face with her panties, warm and moist, just as he had always imagined in his nightly forays to the forest. Her feminine scent was unbearably intoxicating, a werewolf delicacy hiding just behind one thin, pretty layer of cotton. The shaft of his cock throbbed between his legs, his rapidly growing erection carefully concealed by the edge of the couch.
So soft...
His cheeks lightly grazed the insides of her thighs as he slowly pressed his lips to her panties, his nose gently brushing the fabric where he imagined the most sensitive flesh of her sex would be. He inhaled, the fragrance and warmth of her shooting through his body, his balls tightening with need.
Bella's head fell back, her hands stroking his hair, pressing her palms against the back of his head to communicate her assent to his advances. The room was quiet but for her shallow breaths as Jake nuzzled her panties with his face, his full lips pursing to kiss her skin along the line of the elastic. Soft, soft hair between her legs brushed his lips ...she was so beautiful...so warm, smelled so good...
His cock stood rigid, aching, his shorts tight between his thighs.
Must taste....
Before he could stop himself, the tip of his tongue escaped the confines of his lips and ran along the line of her panties, feeling her sex swell and her hands clench his scalp in response. He groaned quietly, sliding his tongue under the fabric to stroke her labia, concealed just inside the filmy barrier.
Bella gasped at the extraordinary sensation, his tongue so hot, and probing so close to where she wanted him to venture. She gripped his hair tightly, instinctively spreading her thighs wider to accommodate him. Nothing she had ever read about oral stimulation had prepared her for the intensity of Jake's touch, or the sublime sensation of his confident hands caressing her hips and backside as he cradled her in his arms.
Jake looked up at her, eyes half-lidded, seeking approval and finding it in her flushed face. Bella's eyes were riveted to his, body tense, her sex heated and throbbing with excitement to see what he would do next.
He cleared his throat.
"I'll need to continue my examination without..." Jacob blushed, his face handsome and hopeful.
"....my panties," Bella finished for him, helpfully sliding the offending article down her thighs and up over his head to join her jeans. She bent forward in so doing, her face brushing his, lingering to leave a soft kiss on his cheek. His skin was blazing hot, his breathing rough. She drew her lips against his cheekbone, ending nose-to-nose with him, the hot draft of his breath massaging her face.
"Bella..."
Her gaze met his. In that perfect moment, she saw it all in his eyes: his youth, his strength, his complete adoration of her, and the power behind his open regard triggered a deep, radiating warmth in her chest. He loved her, was in love with her. With that realization blossoming in her mind and heart, she leaned into his lips, and he kissed her.
Jake...
Eyes locked, their mouths met, warm and open, his lips and tongue swirling against hers, arms tightening around her waist, drawing her up, spreading her legs, kissing until they both were dizzy and breathless. Jake smiled, eyes full of joy; Bella smiled back at him. Here he was, everything she had ever wanted, sitting in her living room with her, where he had been waiting for her all along. In that glorious moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them, and Bella realized that her life was going to be very, very different from this point forward.
She was...falling in love with Jacob Black.
Jacob looked down for a moment, then met her eyes again bashfully.
"If you're ever going to get well again, Miss Swan, I suggest you save distracting the doctor from his duties until later." His wide smile, so incandescent, caused the glow in her heart to fill her senses, until she felt it right down to her toes.
Bella grinned at him, laughter brimming from her lips.
"Yes, doctor." She settled back on the cushions, her fingertips lightly stroking his face, his lips, his thick, dark hair. He dazzled her once more with a loving, teasing smile and slid downwards to lick soothingly at the pink indentations his teeth had left on her thigh through her jeans.
Jacob's head was spinning. Bella had kissed him! The marvelous sensation was still upon his lips, the look in her eyes as she did so seeming to ensure that this first would not -- perhaps never would -- be the last. His heart blazed in his chest as the desire to please her welled anew, driving him to the enticing center of her pleasure that was mere inches from his face.
If he had just consumed the meal that would remain forever indelled upon his salivary glands, Jacob was certain that the prospect of Bella's exquisite taste upon his tongue would make a most fitting dessert.
He breathed her in, settling her body in his arms, his lips gently touching the soft dark hair that adorned her folds. Sweetness...he could feel her trembling, her skin warm and damp against his cheeks. Her sex was so swollen and wet, it cried out for him to pleasure her everywhere at once. Pressing his lips against her bare sex, he moaned with happiness, his tongue sliding into her steaming warmth and finding her clitoris, circling it gently, probing and memorizing each and every sound and movement she made as he did so. Her skin was so delicate, soft and wet against his mouth.
Her taste...! Her scent...! More, I need more....
As much as he longed to see her face, he could not bear to pull away to look into her eyes even for a moment, but explored her body with his tongue and lips as the gorgeous heat closed over him, her thighs tightening and hips twitching against his neck as he found her most sensitive, responsive nerves.
Bella, sweet Bella...
He drew her clitoris firmly between his lips, tongue-tip lightly flicking the smooth orb until her hips bucked and twisted around his head, then firmly stroking the slope of her clit-hood repeatedly with the broad, flat expanse of his tongue. His caresses dipped lower, deeper, teasing the tight entrance with long, slow sweeps that made her cry out his name, her hands wildly petting and clenching at his hair.
He looked up at last, dazed, her wetness glistening on his face.
"Please Jake, don't stop! So good, Jake, it feels so good...."
Yes...
He ducked again swiftly, hungry now, chest swelling with confidence. Her body was leading him to every perfect, special place, offering him permission to bring her the deepest form of shared ecstasy.
He was pleasuring her..! She was urging him, actually begging him, to go on...!
He was mindless now, blissed beyond seeing. Whatever Cullen had failed to do for Bella, he, Jacob, would succeed in doing. Bella's body spoke to him in a voice both sultry and innocent, and he responded greedily, overjoyed and eager to follow its command.
Jake's mouth vibrated against her sex as groan after delighted groan rumbled through his chest. Her body was slick with perspiration as he firmly stroked and suckled her flesh, his long tongue arching along the trajectory of her sex, returning again and again to massage her swelling clitoris.
She's so perfect, this feels so perfect...
Bella was close, so close to coming in Jacob's mouth. The shock of having her best friend licking and touching her so intimately was eclipsed by the deft manner in which he seemed to anticipate her desires, stroking the very best places, then teasing and massaging another deliciously tender spot, returning again to that perfect place, that perfect rhythm, driving her further into oblivion with sensations that she had never known existed.
This...! oh...! Jacob...!
Her head tossed right and left in quick succession on the soft cushions of the couch, her delirious cries of surprise and deepening arousal pealing through the room and echoing off the walls.
Jacob could taste her body's mounting passion as it flowed between her legs, her sensual fragrance filling his lungs, dousing his senses with lust, engorging his shaft with raw desire. The head of his cock jerked, length rigid and thick, balls tight and swollen between his legs, the pulse of his manhood reverberating Bella's every reaction to his attentions. Her clitoris burned and throbbed at his touch, his mouth sucking it tenderly, forcefully between his lips; his tongue caressing her, holding her high, letting her soar.
LoveyouBellaloveyou...
Suddenly, he felt it -- the heat of her climax -- peak and rise within her, the visceral sensation resonating deep in his loins, his cock throbbing and bursting as his sensitive tongue continued its strong, swift, careful circuit against her clitoris.
Oh god, yes...YES...!
Her orgasm crashed over him, enveloping his senses and igniting his own release, her pleasure running through his body as surely as if she had caused it with her own deliberate touch. Jacob sobbed, wave upon wave of pleasure singing in his veins, his cock exploding as she came against his tongue. Her body's fire burned within him, Bella's cries ringing melodiously in his ears, his mouth aflame, caressing her sex to the rhythm of her flowing rapture as she undulated, screaming, in his arms.
"Jake! ...oh god, Jake...!"
His cock shot fire again and again, bathing itself with its effluences, his shorts warm and damp as his own thick expulsions ran down his straining shaft, pooling between his thighs.
~...heaven...~
Dear god, he loved her...he loved his Bella so much. Holding her tightly, face pressed against her moist, quivering folds, this was the most satisfying moment yet of his young, strange and wonderful life.
My sweet, sweet girl...
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A/N: "Well, a bit of dinner never hurt/But guess who is gonna be dessert..." (Barbara Streisand, Funny Girl) Native Tongue, Part 2 is in the works! 'Til then, tell me how this went for you...
And after you leave me a review, go check out some fun works-in-progress, both of which meet my high standards for sexuality, wolfy sensuality, raw funny stuff and romance: Your Body is a Wonderland by hilja (Jacob/Leah), and Electric by Reijilie (Paul/Leah). You will be highly entertained, and be sure to tell'em I sent ya. ; ))