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My lips are numb.

Jacob and I ate pizza and then put on the TV and then before I knew it my shirt was off again and Jacob's pants were off and we were kissing.

All I know is that I can't get enough of him.

We must have been kissing for hours, but I just can't stop. I want him, I need him, I am so turned on that I keep wishing that he will do for me with his mouth what he is currently doing to my lips but just a little bit lower, though I have no idea how to possibly ask for it.

He breaks to kiss my neck again and I take my chance.

"Jake," I whisper into his ear.

He sucks on the skin right beneath my collarbone and I bite my lip. "Yes?" He pulls away for just one moment to respond.

"I… need you."

His lips idle and then he pulls away from my neck to look at me. Jacob's eyes are deep brown, glossy even, as he strokes the side of my head overtop of my hair. I stare back, wondering how on earth I ever got so lucky as to have Jacob Black.

"Resnemee," He murmurs gently, "If you want something, all you have to do is ask."

My cheeks redden, that much I am sure of, but I do not know how to respond. "I know," I whisper back, absentmindedly tracing shapes into his chest muscles.

"Is there something that you want?" He asks after a moment, barely able to hide the sexual frustration from his voice as I trail my hand across his abdomen.

"Jacob," I sigh and bite the corner of my lip. "You make me crazy."

"What do you mean?" He kisses me and I smile into his mouth.

"You," I try to find the right words, which is rather hard to do while looking at those perfect eyes. "You're sweet and sexy and so gentle with me, even when I can tell that you don't want to be. You know exactly where to touch and how to touch me, and I just want you to know how grateful I am for that."

I bravely look up into Jacob's eyes to see them staring at me, his expression unreadable and his mouth slightly parted. He leans his face down and then just barely kisses me, though his lips leave mine tingling and begging for more.

"Come with me," He smiles into my cheek. "I have somewhere I want to take you."

We arrive at a spot twenty minutes later that is all too familiar, and I can't stop a wide smile from filling my features as soon as I step out of his truck.

I hear my cell phone ring just as I close the car door on the sound. It is probably my father, but quite honestly, nothing and no one could keep me from Jacob tonight. There is something different between us, though I can't quite put my finger on it. I feel stronger, like we are stronger. I am not as afraid or insecure as I was just a few hours ago, and I am not sure what magic switch was flipped, but suddenly I am bravely reaching for his hand and then wrapping it around my shoulders and leaning my face up as I beg for a kiss that he so easily gives me.

"I remember this spot," I speak teasingly as we walk towards the exact rocks we walked down to get to the wider ledge that would lead us to that perfect waterfall.

"You do?" He feigns ignorance.

"Of course I do," I giggle and pull out of his grasp. "I remember I wore a new bikini, and I remember you could barely keep your eyes off of me."

"Oh, I do remember that specific black bikini," His red lips pull up at the corners and I smile devilishly as I turn to face him and then quickly and unzip the back of my dress and let it fall to the floor; I realize that I am spending much more time today naked than I am in it.

Jacob's eyes bulge as he ranks them overtop of my completely naked body. I hadn't worn a bra, or any underwear either. I don't know why I hadn't, but something about it just felt right. I want to be with Jacob this way, I want to be completely and wholesomely together and raw and organic and true. I want him to know my body, better than even myself, and I want to know his too.

"You're staring again," I speak quietly.

Jacob tares his eyes away to connect them back with mine, and he shakes his head as some kind of response.

"Jake," I smile though he just watches me. "Aren't you going to take it off too?"

Jacob's eyes widen and then I watch with half amusement, and half pure, hot desire as he looks down at his attire of sweats and a tee-shirt and licks his lips. His mouth opens and he looks back at me, only for him to do that a few more times, never actually saying anything.

"Renesmee," He finally moans. I watch patiently, anticipation growing with every second. "If I take my clothes off, there is a good chance that I will not be able to control myself from doing what I really want to do to you." His voice is pained, and unlike before, his tone isn't definitive or condescending and his body language isn't shut off and decisive. His words drip with honesty as I drip with something else, and I suddenly know what is different about tonight. I know what is about to change.

I take a step forward and then another and then another, oh so slow so that every time I am just a little bit closer Jacob has a chance to run his eyes overtop of my body and grow accustomed to the change in position before I move again.

Once I get close enough, I lift my fingers up to his face and then trace the curve of his jaw with my fingertip. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply against my touch.

"Jake," I whisper, not wanting to break him from his moment of contentment, but wanting him to look at me none-the-less. He opens his eyes and I swear I could write a thousand stories with what is behind them. "I don't want you to control yourself."

His forehead crinkles as he leans his face closer to mine. "Are you sure?"

I smile and nod my head. "You have no idea how sure I am. As much as this has been so terribly difficult," I begin, "this" meaning everything from imprinting, to the physical aspect of our relationship, to the surprise of Ash, "It has only made me realize how much I want to be with you. It isn't because of the imprint, or because I feel pressured by some vampire that I'm immune to." I carefully raise my hand and rest it against his heart. "This is why. I want you, Jake. I want you so badly it consumes me. Do you want me too?"

I feel his hand against my chest, and involuntarily stop breathing as his fingers graze by my nipple. He moves up, however, and rests his palm with half of his hand on my chest, and the other half covering my breast. His hand is right overtop of my heart too.

He leans down and then tilts my chin up with his finger. "What changed?" He questions quietly.

"Nothing," I smile. "I just finally figured out what I always realized."

Jacob's finger freezes against my chin. "And that is?" He asks after a moment.

I giggle and pull away, ready for him but not so willing to give it up so easily. "Well you're just going to have to follow me and see if you find out now, aren't you?" I slide down the few rocks leading onto the ledge so that I am out of sight, and then take a deep breath as I drop into the water.

It is cold and exhilarating all at the same time, which is why it is so surprising when I feel the immense heat that is Jacob Black as he grabs my wrist and pulls me up to the surface.

I gasp as my head comes out of the water and then don't even have any time to catch my breath before he kisses me. My mind is spent into a whirlpool and I am spinning and I wonder if we somehow just started a hurricane. Jacob kisses me deeply, his chest pressing into mine as his one hand is grasping my hip and the other is pressing the back of my head firmly to his face.

I notice that I am staring to get dizzy, and only once I realize that it is not from the kiss, and rather lack of oxygen, do I pull away from him. "Jake I can't breathe," I smile and then gasp in harsh breaths as his lips move down to my chest.

I gasp and find it even harder to get in breath as his hot lips move feverishly against my skin. He sucks on the tops of my breasts and I press myself into him. I want to tell him to leave marks on me; to mark me and label me as his own, though I am too turned on and somehow still a little too shy to say it.

It is growing too hard to keep myself above water, which is why I wrap my legs around his torso and let him do all the work. I notice him shiver and then I hear him say something though I am far too gone to know what.

Jacob reaches for my thigh and I gasp in delight, my hormones making my entire body feel like it is somehow 100 times more sensitive to every little touch. He begins swimming us forward. Suddenly water pounds lightly against my head and I smile and untangle myself from Jacob, pulling him back underneath that waterfall so that I can wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him some more. Water drips against our entangled bodies, between our lips when we pull away for breath, and I even feel it slide down my breasts too.

Jacob kisses my forehead and then we both slip underneath it and into that very small cave. I lie down with my back against the cold ground and shiver from the sudden change in temperature as Jacob lies down on top of me. He strokes his hand overtop of my hair and I smile up at him.

"Are you cold?" He asks me gently.

I bite my lip. "Not anymore."

Jacob kisses me softly, and then he pulls away. I watch as he takes a long, deep breath and then looks down at me, seeming to dispute something in his mind.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask gently.

Jacob smiles and kisses each of my fingers. "Are you sure, Nessie? I want you, but I could wait."

I nod my head. "Jacob," I speak slowly. "I am sure."

He squints his eyebrows together and then looks down at my naked body. His eyes land on my chest and he grunts something incomprehensible. He lowers himself farther onto me and I gasp when I feel something hard and never seen before press into my upper thigh.

My eyes dart down and land on the one part of Jacob that is new. They widen as I take in his size, and then I gulp and rest my head back against the cave floor, suddenly embarrassed at my gawking.

Jacob smiles and strokes my cheek. "Are you still sure?"

"Y-yes," I answer, though there is no hiding the waver in my voice.

"What's wrong?" He asks immediately, his entirely body stiffening. His tone is demanding, serious too. I bite the inside of my cheek.

"It's just," I stumble with my thoughts for a second, before I realize that this is Jacob. We are about to do the most intimate thing in the world with each other; I need to be honest with him. "Is it going to hurt?" I whisper.

Jake's eyes soften and he kisses me gently. "Probably at first," He pulls away and looks into my soul with those eyes, those damn perfect eyes. Jacob grimaces. "I hate the thought of hurting you."

I smile nervously and run my finger along his jaw. "I'm kind of nervous," I admit, and then look up at him with a shaky smile.

Jacob places his hand on my cheek and then strokes his thumb across my skin as he stares. "Renesmee," He speaks slowly. "If this is what you want, then I will go slow; I promise. I will be gentle, very, very gentle. I will try to make it hurt the least amount possible."

I bite my lip. "I know that you will, Jake." I sigh. "I'm not nervous that you won't be gentle; I'm nervous that you are just a little bit ginormous."

Jacob laughs and I join in. There is no denying the nervousness, and the slightly awkward turn of this moment, but for some reason I like it this way; it is honest, and there aren't many things left in this world that are entirely, completely and truly honest. I wrap my arms around Jacob's neck and then kiss him passionately. All it takes is one stroke of his hand across my lower stomach and I can feel my wetness beginning to condense between my legs.

He strokes his hand underneath my butt, down my thigh and then back up, and I shiver.

"Renesmee," He pulls away with a worried look on his face.

"What?" I ask, breathless and confused.

"I- I don't have a condom," He blurts quietly.

I squint my eyes in confusion. "What?"

Jacob looks at me just as confused. "I said I don't have protection."

"Protection?" I can't help but giggle. "Jacob I never planned on using a condom."

Jacob looks at me like I am insane. "I'm sorry, but what?"

I giggle and lightly peck at his neck. "I want to feel you. That would only be something keeping us apart."

"Ugh," Jacob kisses my shoulder but I can tell his body is still tensed. "I want to feel you too babe, but I think I was thinking more along the lines of preventing a pregnancy out of wedlock."

I smile against his skin and then pull away to look at him. "Can't you just pull out?" I feel my cheeks grow red.

Jacob smiles and swipes his fingers across my cheeks. "Well, yes I can, but I don't know if I would count on my self-control to keep us from having a child."

I giggle and kiss his neck. "I am so selfish, because I completely trust in your self-control."

Jacob laughs although I am sure that he is still uneasy, and that is mostly due to how he is still not kissing me. "Are you sure Nessie? I mean I want to feel you too, but I don't want anything to happen. I- I don't know, unprotected sex is just, well, I mean isn't it dangerous?"

I tilt my face to the side. "Do you have any STD's that I don't know about?"

"What?" Jacob looks disturbed. "No!"

"Well then we're fine." I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck. "I trust you," I add softly.

Jacob moans and then finally he drops his weight, or I guess as much weight as I can handle without being crushed, on top of me to kiss my neck. "You trust me way more than I trust myself," I hear him murmur, though he begins kissing my neck rather rabidly.

The truth is that I know the importance of using protection, and I know that although pulling out is a form of birth control, there are so many ways in which it could go wrong- trust me, I learned a lot from that Sex Ed class with Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rose- truly I will never forget it, for it haunts me every day. But this is Jacob. The worst thing that could happen is somehow something went completely wrong and I wound up pregnant, and I mean would that really be the worst thing? I don't say this to him, in worry that I would freak him out, but I know that I want to be with him forever, so my drive to use something that would only keep me from feeling his flesh inside of me only to make it .5% more likely of not getting pregnant, just doesn't seem worth it to me.

Jake moves his lips down my neck and then trails them down to my breasts. He has never gone here before. He breathes against my nipple and I feel myself tense. Jake flicks his finger along it and I practically feel it harden, and I know that he does too, for he moans and then does the same thing to the other one, getting the exact same reaction. He squeezes it between his two fingers and I gasp as a wave of pleasure washes over me. I honestly had no idea I would enjoy him playing with this part of me this much.

I feel his tongue against my nipple and then bite my lip to hold in a growl.

"Nessie," I feel his breath against my chest as his fingertip strokes up and down and up and down my nipple.

"Wha?" I am breathing so hard I can barely speak.

"Please don't be quiet. If something feels good, I want you to tell me. If you don't like something, I want you to tell me that too, do you understand?"

My head it spinning a thousand miles a minute, but I also feel like I am drunk too. "Okay," I drop my head to the group and close my eyes.

I feel Jacob's entire mouth wrap around the center of my breast. I moan and then he sucks on my nipple and I let out a loud, whine-like sort of sound. I open my eyes for a second to see him staring at me.

He pulls himself back up and then kisses my lips feverishly, and quite honestly I probably do have a fever right now. He disconnects from me and then trails his fingers down my body as he kisses down the center of my chest, all the way to my stomach, and then down, down, down, until I feel him idle overtop of my clit.

Jacob flicks his tongue against it and I moan so loud it echoes off of the cave walls. He plays with my breasts as his tongue does its work, and the way that he is playing with two of my most sensitive spots sends my head spinning and my body convulsing and before I know it I am on the brink of orgasm.

So naturally, Jacob pulls away.

"No," I whimper, as he climbs back on top of me.

Jacob laughs gently into my neck and then kisses a trail down to my collarbone before kissing back up. "Would you like me to just do that tonight?" He asks gently. "Or would you still like more?"

I can't help but smile; no one in the world would be this considerate while obviously so turned on.

In an answer in itself, I reach down, hesitant and quite terrified, for I am not at all comfortable or confident enough in myself sexually to know what to do when I touch him, but wanting to anyways. I wrap my hand around the width of him and hear Jacob gasp loudly. I move my hand up and down once and he moans against my neck.

I pull my hand back up and grasp it in the back of his hair. I am scared but I am also so turned on and excited, so ready to feel this part of Jacob. So ready for him to be inside of me.

Jacob picks himself up and then looks down at me, a question in his eyes. I nod my head and then take a deep breath. From having my hand around him, I can tell that one, he is extremely hard, and two, he is also extremely wide. I know it is going to hurt even before he starts, but I know that I want this more than anything else.

"I love you."

Jacob idles his movements and then stares at me, his eyes searching for something and for the first time actually finding it. He kisses me slowly, painfully and perfectly sensitive yet passionate, and my head starts spinning again. "I love you always," He whispers into my ear and then rests his hand against my heart.

I smile just as I feel the top of him against the outside of me. I feel him slowly, oh so very slowly, pushing himself inside of me, and I take a sudden intake of breath at the pressure. Jacob stops to look at me, and I nod my head.

My heart is beating fast in my chest and I am sure Jacob notices. He pulls away and the pressure is gone. He holds himself between my legs and I watch as he licks his fingers and then rubs it on the top of him, and then once on the length of me before he starts pressing himself inside of me again.

He is still only on the outside, but that is how I know it is going to be bad. I am so much smaller than him; it hurts just to get from the outside to the inside, I can only imagine the pain to come.

I latch my arms around his neck and close my eyes tightly. Jacob's lips linger against my neck as he kisses me gently and then pushes himself further. I feel the tip of him just barely enter me and I moan.

"Are you okay?" He asks immediately.

I nod my forehead into his shoulder and he slowly begins moving some more. He presses himself a little farther into me and I wince and jump back at the way that I feel like I am being ripped in half.

Jacob begins to pull himself out but that just seems so much worse. I press my hand to his chest to stop him. "No," I beg, trying to swallow down the pain-filled moan that is threatening to erupt out of my throat. "Please don't. Just- keep going."

Jacob lifts my hand off of his chest and then kisses my palm before pressing it directly overtop of his heart. If I wasn't in so much pain I would smile, for this seems to be our thing, and I never thought we would have a thing.

"When it hurts just push on my chest and I'll stop, okay?"

I nod my head, suddenly feeling much more comfortable now that I have some control, and taking a long, deep, shaky breath.

"Just try to relax," He runs his fingers through my hair.

I actually do smile this time when I nod. Jacob presses himself farther into me again, and he doesn't even get half a centimeter before I grimace and press against his hot skin. Jacob's movements idle immediately and he nudges my chin until I turn and then he kisses the pain away.

When he pulls away I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and then use that to lift myself up so that I can rest my forehead in the crook of his shoulder. I feel his hand press into my back to hold my up as he enters me some more.

"Ouch," I cry, though I force my hand to stay steady. I am determined to get this over with so that it will feel good. He continues and then I actually can't take it anymore. I instinctively shove my hand into his chest and then moan against his skin. I feel something wet against my cheek and immediately realize that I am crying.

"Are you crying?" Jacob asks suddenly, his voice very soft. Of course he would know without me even having to tell him.

He pulls me by my shoulders and then cradles my head in his hand so that when he lies me back down on the floor I do not hurt myself. I look up at him with tear-filled eyes as he swipes and kisses the tears away.

"Does it hurt too much?" He asks me gently. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," I shake my head. It does hurt too much; honestly it is terrible. But a good kind of pain, if that even makes sense. "Please don't stop."

Jake nods his head and then slowly presses himself inside of me yet again. I whimper and stop him immediately, pressing my lips tightly together to keep from bursting into tears. This is honestly terrible.

"Nessie." I feel Jacob's hot fingers as he strokes them against my cheek, though I keep my eyes shut tightly together. I am about to tell him that he should just stop, that as much as I want this, it is too unbearable, and we'll just try it some other time, when he interrupts my groveling. "Do you trust me?"

My voice is shaky with tears as I answer. "Of course."

He kisses me softly and then kisses me once more. "Than I need you to do just that, okay?"

I open my eyes with clear confusion all over my face to see him looking down at me with a guilty expression of his own. I know how much Jacob hates hurting me; he probably hates it as much as me.

"Trust me," He repeats, nodding his head and watching my expression.

I nod my head and then bite the inside of my cheek. "I trust you."

Jacob reaches for my arms and then wraps them around his neck. He pushes me back up so that my face is buried in his shoulder and then I feel him kiss the side of my head. He takes a second or so positioning himself, and then all of a sudden, he thrusts himself entirely inside of me.

I scream, I mean I actually scream, and then I fall limp into his awaiting arms that catch me immediately and hold me to him. I let out one raged sob and squeeze the skin on his back so tightly I will probably leave a bruise.

That hurt so entirely, inexplicably badly that I honestly cannot focus on anything else besides the way that I swear I felt myself tear. It aches terribly, sending waves of stabbing pain down my thighs and up my abdomen and so I just keep my eyes shut tightly together and will it, will it, will it, will it to stop because I can't take much more.

Jacob kisses my shoulder, and he rubs his hand up and down my back. I am aware that he is probably fighting every urge in his entire body not to start thrusting inside of me, or give any indication at all that this feels amazing. I want to tell him that I love him, that he is amazing and I am so grateful for him, but everything hurts too bad. So, I focus on my breathing.

It takes a while, but finally the stabbing pain turns into a small ache. I allow my grip to loosen around Jacob's neck and then fall into his awaiting arms. He cradles my body as he rests me back on the ground and my eyes connect with a pair of compassionate ones. He strokes his hand along the length of my hair and I bite my lip, suddenly realizing that he is still inside of me.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly.

I nod my head immediately. "Thank you."

A humorous smile covers his lips. "You're really going to thank me for that?"

I lean up to kiss the base of his neck and feel his body shudder. I giggle, for the one shuddering is usually me.

"C-can I continue, or do you want me to stop?" He stutters, and I watch as he flexes his muscles and his jaw tenses. Poor Jake; he must be so frustrated right now.

"You can keep going," I bite the inside of my cheek. "But just go slow, please."

Jacob nods and then I tense and prepare myself for pain the equivalent of 700 knives being stabbed into me all at the same time to overcome me, but it never does.

Jacob grunts and then very slowly pushes himself into me. My mouth drops and my breathing immediately grows heavy. There is a slight ache that is filling inside of me, as well as down my thighs, but oh my God; it feels so good. I am momentarily shocked by how amazing it feels, which is why I let a sharp breath out as my mouth hangs open very embarrassingly.

"Did I hurt you?" Jacob stops immediately and I look up at him with wonder.

"No," I shake my head immediately. "No that feels… good. Really good."

I gulp and look up at him to see Jacob staring at me. He licks his lips and then keeps his eyes connected to mine as he pulls out and then in again, just as slow as the first time. I sigh in ecstasy and bite the corner of my lip.

Jacob must notice that I am far from hurting anymore, for the next time he pulls out, he pushes in faster, and I gasp, throwing my head back and moaning. He moves faster now, his movements still deliberate but his thrusts quicker. I gasp and whimper and moan in rhythm with his movements. I wrap my arms loosely around his neck and look up at him with a look of pure pleasure on my face.

"Fuck," Jacob breathes and then leans his mouth down to sloppily kiss me. He breaks from me and then every time he thrusts himself into me, he kisses my neck, and right after that I moan. I have never felt something so amazing; I can feel every inch of him, warm and hot and dear God I am sweating. He is inside of me and I am connected to him entirely and completely and I realize that I never could have imagined how this would feel; it is entirely unimaginable.

"I love you," I gasp and then let out a moan as I throw my head back. I am close to my peak, I can tell. I press my hips into his thighs and arch my back. I am so close.

Everything freezes.

And then I explode.

My entire body shakes with the most intense, overwhelming, mind-blowing orgasm I have ever experienced in my life. Jacob has brought me to orgasm before, but it is nothing like this. Being brought to orgasm from him being inside of me is unlike anything else. It was as if I was having an orgasm, but a deeper, more intense one.

My body falls limp against the floor just as Jacob pulls out of me and I feel something hot and liquidly fall against my abdomen. I look down to see his face contorted in pleasure, and it brings a devilish smile to my face, knowing that I am the one who did that to him. With my breath still heavy, and my curiosity at its peak due to the fact that I just lost my virginity, I look down towards where he just finished on me.

There is more than I expected, but that is not what catches my eye. I see the faint brush of crimson staining the inside of my thighs, and I see it on Jacob too, though not nearly as much.

Jacob lies down next to me and I look over at him with a worried expression. "Jake," I begin uneasily. I reach my hand down and pull it back up, red now coating the tops of my fingers.

"Hey," Jacob reaches for my hand and then rubs away the remnants of blood. "It's okay."

I look up at him, trying not to grow embarrassed, but more so slightly frightened. "I-is that normal?" I ask him quietly.

"Yes," He kisses the palm of my hand and then rests is right overtop of his heart. "You're perfect, Renesmee."

I nod my head and then rest my forehead against his chest. To my surprise, Jacob pulls me away so that we are eye-to-eye. He strokes the hair on both sides of my face and his eyes scan my face. "I want to look at you," He tells me softly.

I can't help but smile.

"Are you hurting?" He questions gently.

I shake my head.

"Are you lying to me?" His lip pulls up at the corner.

I shift so that I am lying on my side, facing him and then wince at the pain. "Maybe a little," I smile guiltily.

Jacob laughs gently and then kisses my lips softly. He sighs into my mouth and then strokes his finger across my cheek. "I hope I didn't hurt you. Did you enjoy that at all?"

I pull away to make sure he can fully digest the look of absolute shock I shoot right at him. "Are you insane?" I practically blurt. "That was amazing. When can we go again?"

Jacob and I wind up taking a dip in the lake to, ugh, clean myself off, and then we wind up kissing, and the next thing I know we are lying back down on that same ground and he is sliding himself inside of me once again.

I gasp at the feeling of completeness that overwhelms me, which is much stronger than the slight ache that radiates down my thighs. Jacob moans as he presses himself fully inside of me and my face immediately contorts into one that I just can't control anymore.

He pumps faster inside of me, less worried about hurting me now and more interested in seeing what I like. He presses his two hands on either side of me to hold himself up and looks into my eyes while he makes love to me, and suddenly I realize that the phrase "making love" isn't as embarrassing as I thought it was, because it is perfect to describe what we are doing.

He kisses my nipple and I moan, though he pulls right away.

"Jacob," I whimper, my eyes begging him to understand. I bite my lip and nudge my shoulder in his direction.

He slows his movements and leans closer to me to kiss my neck. "You can tell me what you want," He urges gently. "Go on."

I bite my lip and struggle with my words. If I wasn't already in such heat I would surely blush. "Can you," I begin hesitantly, my voice growing quiet.

"That's it." Jacob strokes his hand along my stomach and I quiver.

"Can you," I begin again, only I stop myself a second time.

"What do you want, baby?" Jacob's voice is husky as he kisses me softly, and I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face into that nook of his shoulder.

"Can you kiss my, my,"

"Your nipples?" He finishes for me, and I feel his two fingers begin to simultaneously flick and twist them.

I gasp and nod my head feverishly. I pull away so that he can get to them and then watch as he bows his head and circles his mouth around one. He sucks it not as gently as before and I squeal.

He does this as he continues to move slowly inside of me, and as he is sucking on one he plays with the other and oh God my entire body feels like it is on cloud nine. I never knew that I could feel this entirely amazingly good.

He brings his mouth back to mine and I accept his kiss greedily. I wrap my arms around his back and then dig my nails into his skin like I know he likes it and he moans, causing me to smile.

Jacob hits a particularly sensitive spot and I close my eyes as my mouth opens. I feel his fingertips circle my eyelids and then I hear him whisper into my ear. "Open your eyes. I want you to look at me."

I open them slowly and look up at him sheepishly. I am nervous; I don't know what to do or how to look sexy; all that I know is to do what comes natural, and it seems embarrassing when he is looking right at me.

"Don't be embarrassed," He whispers. I look at him in confusion until I realize that my hands are on his back and I must have been showing him my thoughts. I pull them away sheepishly. "Renesmee," He kisses me softly.

"Hm?" I moan as he moves in a slow rhythm.

"I want you to do something for me." His finger flicks my nipple and I realize that I would do anything, everything; hell I would do it all if he just keeps making me feel like this. My response is pretty self-explanatory by the way that I whimper. "When you orgasm this time, can you keep your hands on me?"

"What?" I gasp at the wave of pleasure that shoots up my spine; surely I am so completely and entirely obsessed with him and our sex that I am just not understanding basic English.

He kisses my hands and then holds them up so they are on the sides of my head, holding them to the floor as he moves in and out of me. "Can you show me how it feels?" He speaks with gritted teeth as he moans.

What he is asking finally clicks, and although I would usually say no, hell no, of course not, I am in no position to argue. I nod my head furiously and will him to stop talking.

He tilts my chin up. "Open your eyes, baby."

I open them, and then he stares at me, his eyes brilliant and mine completely blown away as he slowly, oh so slowly, brings me to a second orgasm.

Right when I am about to cum, he takes my hand that is still being held down by him and presses is right to his heart. I throw my head back, my body arches, and I can't think anymore.

This orgasm is just as impressive as the first, but even more-so. This one is slow, it is more built up. There is a longer period of "wow this is happening this is happening this is happening" before I finally explode, and it actually makes me whimper as my thighs quiver and I convulse beneath him.

My body falls limp against the ground and then Jacob gasps loudly and pulls himself out of me. Unlike before, he doesn't have a few seconds to spare before he reaches orgasm; Jacob cums on me as soon as he is out, some of it getting on the outside of my vagina, while the majority got on the insides of my thighs.

He moans and then slams his hand on the ground, breathing just as heavy as I am.

"Fuck- ugh, I'm- fuck sorry," He manages to gasp out between his quick breaths. "Shit that was so- fucking hot, I mean close- I mean that was close."

I smile in a state of complete bliss and roll my legs around on the ground before I sit up. I wince at the slight pain in my abdomen but ignore it as I wrap my legs around his waste and sit in his lap, letting my cheek fall against his chest. I can feel his heartbeat beating fast, fast, fast.

Jacob tangles his fingers into the ends of my hair and then laughs gently to himself.

"What?" I ask with a small smile.

"Nothing," He kisses the top of my head. "Just, thank you for getting that all over me."

I laugh, for I hadn't even thought about all of Jacob's cum that I would be getting on him when I wrapped my legs around his waste. "Oh, sorry," I giggle.

"I am making a new rule," He states as he kisses my cheek. "You never, ever, never ever never ever have anything to be sorry for in all your years of existence, that is when it comes to having sex with me."

I giggle and bite my lip. I rest my chin against his chest and then peer up at him. I try to look confident, but I know he knows what it means when I bite my lip, which I can't help but do right now. "Was I… okay?"

Jacob blinks at me a few times and laughs. "Yes Renesmee. You were fine I guess."

I roll my eyes. "Jake," I complain.

He sighs and then shakes his head yet again. "You are so ridiculous. Do you honestly have no idea how perfect you are? Honestly, do you? Or do you already know and you're just looking for attention?"

My mouth drops. "Jacob!" I gasp. "Never mind."

He laughs again and then places sloppy kisses all over my face.

"Stop!" I giggle and pull away.

Jacob sighs and then takes my face between his hands. "Renesmee," He whispers, his voice suddenly gentle. "You are amazing. You are entirely incredible. What that just felt like- I have never felt anything like that in my entire life. I love you so much, do you hear me?" He runs his hands up my arms and I feel goose bumps form even with his hot temperature. "Touching you is insane, but Ness, feeling inside of you is indescribable."

My heart is aching in a way that makes me kind of want to cry. I wrap my hand around his neck and kiss him, softly at first, but almost immediately I become aware of the fact that we both are still naked. His hand sweeps across my skin delicately and perfectly, and suddenly I want more.

I press my hips into him and Jacob smiles against my kiss. "Do you want more?" He kisses my nose and I bite my lip devilishly and smile.

"Nessie," He cups my face between his hands and kisses me again. "As much as it pains me to ask you this because I really have no problem with going again, but aren't you sore?"

I look at him in confusion and am about to say no when I shift my legs just a little bit, and actually grow nauseous from the pain that shoots up my abdomen. I wince and look at him guiltily.

Jacob looks pained. "I'm sorry."

I chuckle. "Yes, that multiple-orgasm you gave me was honestly quite terrible."

Jacob laughs at my sarcasm and kisses me again. I will never get enough of his kisses. "How do you feel?" He asks me gently.

"Well," I sigh. "I currently feel like you ripped me in half." I smile widely though he just shakes his head.

"That bad?" He questions.

"I'm fine," I wrap my arms around his neck loosely. "Thanks for being so gentle with me."

He cups my cheek between his hand and kisses me again. "Always. You're my girl."

I giggle. "I think I am addicted to your kisses."

"You think so?" He teases me just enough to warrant an eye-roll.

"Jake," I sigh and rest my cheek on his shoulder. He presses his huge hands into me and between the two of them they take up my entire back.

"What, love?"

I smile to myself. "I never want to leave," I murmur.

He trails his fingertip along my spine and I shiver.

"Are you cold?" He asks tenderly.

"I'm fine," I sigh. "Actually I am quite hot."

He laughs and I roll my eyes. The fact that I just had a 102 degree man inside of me probably has something to do with it.

"I am the worst," He sighs and kisses the top of my head. "In all the ways I imagined this moment, I planned candles and a love letter and rose petals and a bed. You got a cold floor outside."

I chuckle. "Hey, I like my cold floor." I pull away to look at him. "Don't feel bad, Jake. I'm happy that it was here. It's like… our spot."

"Our spot," His lips curl up devilishly at the corners. "Are you insinuating that we have a love spot, Renesmee Cullen?" His lips find my chest and I giggle as I bite the corner of my lip.

"Yes, that is exactly what I am insinuating Jacob Black."

"One last swim before we leave?" He kisses my forehead and I frown.

"What do you mean, leave?"

Jacob gives me a pointed look. "I have to get you home sweetheart."

"Home?" I practically gasp. "I can't go back there! They'll lock me in the basement or something!"

Jacob giggles. "Well what did you expect to happen when we started having sex, sweetheart? That you would just never go home again?"

I roll my eyes. "I hadn't really thought about it past the sex part."

Jacob giggles and kisses my neck. "How much trouble do you think you're going to be in?"

I smile, trying not to think about my upcoming prison sentence. "A lot. But it was so worth it." I pull away from him and connect my smiling face with his before I kiss him again.

The kiss deepens, and immediately I feel that longing in my gut, that ache beginning to trail down my thighs. I press my hips into him and pick his hands up, setting them on my breasts.

Jacob moans and then squeezes them. I gasp. "Renesmee," He speaks, breathlessly. "I'm afraid that if I do this again you will not be able to walk for a week."

I chuckle and then kiss him again, slipping my tongue into his mouth and then sucking on his lower lip, sucking right out all the hesitation in his voice as he lays me back down on that cold, perfect floor and has his way with me… again.

When Jacob drops me back off at home I actually can't move. I go to get out of his truck, after a sweet, goodnight kiss, of course, and then legitimately fall on the ground. I somehow find it in me to stand and then bite my lip so hard I taste blood as I lean on the door and try to catch my breath.

There is a shooting pain going down my legs, up into my abdomen, and most intensely right inside of my vagina. I moan and quiver as I struggle to stand.

Jacob has the car turned off and is walking over to me in less than a second.

"Jake," I moan, but before I can explain myself, he is pulling me into his arms as he begins carrying me towards the cottage.

"You can't be seen," I look around nervously. "They'll kill you."

Jake rolls his eyes. "I'm a fast runner. I told you three times was too many."

I blush, and he watches me with an amused expression. "That makes you blush?"

I roll my eyes, although I can still feel the heat in my cheeks. "I didn't see you complaining."

"Hey!" His eyes widen. "I tried to warn you! Have you seen yourself? It's not like I'm going to say no!"

I giggle and grasp my arms tighter around his neck. "If my parents are in the main house want to go for a round four?"

His eyes widen and he looks at me like I am crazy. "What have I done?"

I smile blissfully and rest my head against his shoulder. Smartly, Jacob uses the first floor window that I always leave open for him to enter my bedroom. He is quieter than usual, although both him and I know that if my dad was home he would most definitely hear us and come springing in either to kill Jacob, beat him up to a near-death state, put me into a nunnery, or do all three at the same time.

I don't say anything as I notice Jake breathe a sigh of relief. He lies me down on the bed and then rummages through the top drawer of my dresser to find an oversized tee-shirt, which is actually his, and then walks it over to me. I smile seductively as I slip off my dress and kick it to the floor, and then slowly lie down, entirely naked on my bed.

Jacob's eyes widen as he ranks in my nude body. He rubs his jaw and then nervously looks towards the hallway. "Are you crazy?" He suddenly lurches into action and quickly shoves the tee-shirt on top of my had, pulling it down so that it covers me as I sigh sadly.

"Fine," I moan and sprawl my arms and legs out on the comforter.

"You can't even walk!" Jacob laughs.

I roll my eyes. "So?"

Jacob sighs and then leans down to pick me up again. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me to pull the comforter out and then sets me beneath the covers. He places them back overtop of me and I sigh contently into my pillow.

"I love you Jake," I speak, suddenly very sleepy.

Jacob leans down and begins pushing all of my hair to the side and out of my face. "I love you so much. You are perfect."

I smile and then feel sleep beginning to threaten to pull me under. I didn't realize I was so tired until I laid down.

"Sleep," He strokes my face. "Your body needs a rest."

My eyes close and I feel him kiss my cheek gently.

"Jake," I mumble, as I feel him walk away.

"Yeah, Ness?"

I smile, still with my eyes closed, "Goodnight."

I don't have to see him to know he is smiling. "Goodnight, baby."

I fall asleep shortly after that.

The next morning I wake up, so sore I can barely move, which winds up with me trying to figure out how to leave my bed until two pm.

I have three text messages and one missed call from Jacob: Goodmorning sexy. Then, How do you feel? And finally, Are you really sore? I'm sorry:(

I smile and type out a response. So sore can't move, not sure if I will die yet bc haven't faced the warden- if you don't hear from me in an hour pls send help- but if you do hear from me in an hour, are you busy?;) I giggle to myself as I press send.

I finally decide that I need to stand. I press my feet into the plush rug of my room and then wince when just the shift of my legs sends a shooting pain up my entire body. I am so much sorer than yesterday. Honestly, I probably should have listened to Jacob when he warned me about going again, but then again, I wouldn't take back the second or even the third time we had sex.

Sex.

I blush and practically swoon into a different dimension. Jacob and I had sex. I can't stop replaying it over and over in my mind. I can hardly believe it.

I pull myself up into a standing and then grab my stomach in complete and total pain. I wonder if my dad is dead considering he isn't even entering the room when I am practically mentally screaming in pain.

Actually, maybe I should check that out.

When I turn the knob on my door, I half expect my dad to have boarded the door up with iron. To say I am surprised when I step out into the living room and then hear muffled voices in the kitchen, is an understatement.

I enter the kitchen with a wince and then my jaw drops. Actually, I am surprised I don't faint.

Ash Crowe is standing in my kitchen, leaning against the door like he owns the place, engaged in a casual conversation with my father as my mother sits at the kitchen table, not a care in the world.

"Wh- what the hell?"

All three sets of eyes turn to look at me, but it is one particular set that I notice first. Ash looks at me, his blue eyes, so different from Jacob's, softening immediately, and then suddenly they go hard. I watch as he takes a long breath in, which surprises me because vampires don't need to bre- oh.

My eyes widen when I remember how Ash was able to smell it when Jacob and I had first done something beyond kissing; I can only imagine how I smell now. It probably would have been a good idea to shower.

With a newfound anxiety, I turn slowly to look at my dad. His entire body is rigid, while my mother's hand is on his shoulder. She looks at me and then offers me a smile of reassurance, and I merely fall to the ground in relief; I hope that means that she is shielding me.

"Renesmee," My father begins, although it looks rather painful for him to even say my name. "Ash has- when you left- Ash and I- Bella! I can't focus with the-,"
I wince as he thankfully does not finish his sentence. I notice my mom squeeze his hand and then stand up.

"Honey," She begins with a small smile, although I can tell that she is a little disturbed by it too; damn, do I really reek of sex that much? "When you left last night, we talked to Ash."

My mouth drops. "What do you mean you talked to Ash?" I cross my arms overtop of my chest and wince when it changes my center of gravity.

I notice Ash's jaw tighten. He won't stop looking at me.

"Please," She holds out her hands and thinks about touching me before taking a step back. "Just listen. We were just as angry as you; we are just as angry as you, but then something happened."

"What happened?" I breathe. I cannot believe this is happening right now.

"Well," My mother sighs. "Ash let down his shield."

"He what?" I gasp and look towards Ash, who is still staring at me like he wants to kill me and run away at the same time. "Mom! He could have- you could have- do you realize that if you touched him you would have got this weird obsession with him? Are you insane!"

"He wanted your father to be able to see that his intentions actually weren't bad. At first they weren't pure, that much we all know, but after he figured out you were immune, it changed. When he lowered his shield, your father could see that everything he said to you last night was true. He doesn't want to touch any of us as much as we don't want to be touched by him. That is the reason for the shield."

"What- what are you talking about?" I ask, my heartbeat pounding in my chest. I am getting angry and I don't know if she can tell.

"He- well, honestly we aren't crazy about the idea, but his intentions aren't bad Renesmee. We just decided that it is your choice."

"What is my choice?" I stare daggers at her.

"He- well, he- ugh,"

"I want to court you," Ash cuts in.

I jump on him before anyone has a chance to stop me, or before he has a chance to put his physical shield up.

I am going to kill him.

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