Rating: MA for lemons
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of Stephenie Meyer. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Tuesday Night
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He smiles and whispers against her lips, "Where have you been?"
He feels her giggling more than he hears it. "I'm right here."
He leans down to nip her lips gently with his teeth. "You're here?"
She gasps and laughs. "I'm here."
And then she draws him down for another deep kiss. His lips are warm and soft on hers, and she can't believe how close she came to walking away from him.
By the time they part several minutes later, she is panting, and he is hot and hard and ready. He holds himself stiffly above her. The wolf wants to take her, rip off her clothes, and slam his cock deep inside her, right fucking now.
The man knows that no matter what happened in their dreams, no matter how intimately he recalls her body, despite his knowledge of the best ways to make her moan or beg or come shaking around him, this is actually their first time. And it's going to hurt her.
So when she starts to squirm with need beneath him, wanting her clothes off and him as close as possible, he gently but firmly holds her still.
"I want you too, baby." He murmurs in her ear. He licks the sensitive spot behind it, making her moan, a deep throaty sound that his wolf wants to hear again.
"Not here though, sweetheart." He drops kisses along her jaw and down her neck, and she whimpers quietly. He presses his lips firmly to her pulse point, relishing the simple fact that she is still alive.
"I want to hear every sexy sound you make, baby, and I don't want you to hold back." He returns to her lips and traces them with his tongue.
"But I also don't want to give Billy a heart attack." He smiles when he feels her giggling beneath him.
"I know it's not fancy, but why don't we go out to the garage? We don't have to do anything you're not ready for, honey, but we can have some privacy."
He feels her nod as he turns her head to the other side to access the other side of her neck.
"And we don't have to do anything you're not completely comfortable with, baby." He licks her clavicle, and she shivers in response. "But I really, really hope that you'll let me make you come."
She flushes with want and bites her lower lip. His wolf can sense the blood rushing to her skin, can smell the heady scent of her arousal filling the air, and he can't keep himself from grinding against her center until they both moan.
He yanks himself up and off her before he completely loses control, and tugs her to her feet. He doesn't let go of her hand. He is so used to finding her suddenly gone, that he has an irrational fear of her disappearing at any moment. He grabs a pair of shorts from his dresser and a couple blankets from the closet. She teases, "Jake, I think you're confused about what's about to happen. We don't need more clothes, we need less."
"Come on. As much as I'd love to go in there, strip you naked, and never come out, I think we'll have to. And other people seem to mind when I wander around naked outside. Don't know why."
She looks him up and down an appraising manner and shrugs. "Hmm. Me neither." He flashes his sunny grin at her. It makes her feel that all is right in the world, and she grins right back at him.
He tugs her out the door, and they make their way to the garage. When they get inside the entrance, she stops him. "You know how you said it wasn't fancy?" He nods. "You're right. It's just perfect." And it is. It's not the overpriced, overwrought, over-the-top sort of place Edward would have picked out for their first time. It is the place she fell in love with him without even knowing it. It smells of motor oil and old upholstery and Jacob himself. It is home and comfort and friendship and love.
He picks her up and spins her around, crushing her in the hug that melts her into pure happiness. She realizes as she presses her face into his neck that she hasn't told him yet. Not without tears, anyway, and never before in kindness. Not even in their dreams. She separates just enough that she can whisper against his skin, "I love you, Jacob Black. I'm in love with you. I choose you for as long as you'll have me, and I'll try to make you as happy as you make me."
She feels something damp slide against her cheek and realizes that he is crying. She would pull back to look him in the eye, reassure him that she is really here and kiss the tears from his face, but he is holding her too close. He chokes out, "Love you more," and walks them backward until she is straddling him on loveseat.
Now she really can pull back to look him in the eye. She brushes a happy tear from his cheek with her thumb and murmurs, "Not anymore, Jake. Not anymore."
Jacob's Alpha wolf has been turned into a puppy by Bella's words. He buries the fingers of one hand in her hair, wraps the other around her slender waist, and pulls her in for the gentlest, sweetest kiss she has ever experienced. She isn't sure if it lasts seconds or minutes or hours, but it changes when the hand in her hair slips down and brushes lightly over his mark on her left shoulder.
She arches her back, pressing her breasts into his chest, and moans with pleasure. Suddenly she wants his tongue massaging the spot as he drives into her from behind.
"Jake, it's so sensitive. It feels so good when you touch me there." Her voice trembles with need.
"Then give me better access to it," he states as he tugs up the hem of her shirt. She whips it over her head and it lands on his toolbox.
He freezes, shaking with the effort to hold still. She looks at him with startled eyes. He isn't gazing at her with lust, but is barely holding his anger in check. His eyes are darting between her upper arms, now bare. And she remembers the hand shaped bruises Edward left behind.
Jacob won't phase while she is sitting right on top of him, so she resolves not to move.
"I'll kill him," he growls, "I'll rip him limb from limb, put him back together, and rip him apart again." He has never been so angry in his entire life. Not when faced by a murderous leech, nor when he overheard that his Bells was engaged to her monster. His whole body vibrates with the effort not to phase.
Carefully, slowly Bella runs her fingers up and down his arms, trying to calm him down. "Baby, Jake, I'm fine. I'm alive. You saved me already. It's done."
She places her fingers under his chin and tips him up to look her in the eye. "I'm right here," she murmurs, and kisses him lightly on the lips. His shaking subsides just a little. "I'm here." She kisses the tip of his nose. "I'm here." She brushes her lips over his cheekbones. "I'm here." She kisses his jawline. "I'm here." She moves down to kiss up and down the column of his throat, and the shaking has stopped, replaced with hitching breaths. He has lowered his hands to her buttocks and is holding her firmly against his stiff shaft.
She jokes, "I'm here, half naked, sitting here," she presses against him for emphasis, "and you're thinking about Edward."
He huffs out a laugh into her hair and relaxes. "Okay, you win. I won't kill him tonight. We've got better things to do." His voice lowers to the husky tone she loves. "Like making you feel good." He tips his pelvis up and draws her down against him to illustrate his point.
He pulls her in for another passionate kiss. Now that she is letting him kiss her, actually wants him to kiss her, he can't get enough. And as it turns heated, she expects him to unclasp her bra and move to her breasts. Instead he moves to the side and touches his lips to each bruise, lightly, transforming the slight ache into a pleasant tingle. Somehow, his gentle treatment makes her more nervous, not less.
He brushes the hair away from her face, delicately tracing lines from her cheeks down her neck. "I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you, Bells. Not anymore."
She smiles at him. "Would it help if I stop running toward danger? If I stop befriending creatures who want to eat me?"
He grins his sunny smile at her and shifts his hands to trace up and down her sensitive flanks, causing her to squirm against his hard length.
"Mmm. Keep doing that. Feels good. And yes, quit trying to make friends with things that want to eat you." He pulls one bra strap aside and kisses her newly exposed shoulder. "Or were you planning a hunt for Sasquatch sometime soon?"
She giggles as he kisses his way down her arm. "I don't think he's known for eating teenaged girls, so he holds no fascination for me."
He kisses each one of her fingertips. "Maybe you should go find a mama grizzly bear and poke her cubs. That will give me a challenge." He pauses. "Actually, it probably wouldn't."
"No, I'm holding out for a handsome zombie to sweep me off my feet."
He switches to her other shoulder and lowers the other strap. "One of the old fashioned, slow moving ones from the original black and white movies, or the new generation of fast zombies that can run and have a remnant of memory from their previous life?"
She stares at his thick hair tickling her skin. She wants to run her fingers through it, so she does, and he hums a pleased response. "Oh, definitely a fast zombie. I have to give you something to work with. It'll probably take at least a few of them to make it an interesting fight for you. I'll have to gather a harem of sexy male zombies."
He has made his way down to her other hand and is kissing her palm. "Just make sure their, um, most vital parts haven't fallen off yet. Otherwise they won't be much fun for you."
She snickers and groans as he swirls his tongue over her index finger. "Nuh uh, Jake, I only want your vital part."
She sits back enough to see the head of his weeping cock sticking out of the top of his shorts. "I'll have to put together a few normal ones to equal your one. You need different pants. You don't fit in those."
He pulls her back to settle her on top on him. "Like high-waisted old man pants?"
She grinds down on him and they groan again. "I'll get you golf pants. Plaid ones. You'll look great."
He runs his hands up and down along her spine, sending shivers along her body. "Speaking of old men, how are you here right now? Where does Charlie think you are? Not that I'm complaining."
She bends down to kiss along his sensitive clavicle. "I told him I broke up with Edward. He was worried about me, and I asked him if I could come see you. He said you would be able to make me feel better, and I could stay over as long as Billy said okay." Jacob moves to press kisses above the cups of her bra, and she sighs. "I'm supposed to be on the couch, obviously. I snuck into your room after Billy fell asleep."
"Guess Charlie didn't guess what we'd be doing, huh? He probably wouldn't like me so much if he knew." He runs his fingers along the clasp of her bra and nuzzles the tops of her breasts.
"Probably, but he's been rooting for you for ages now. I think he and Billy want to share grandkids." She arches and presses her breasts against his chest. "But not quite yet. Why are we talking about our dads right now?"
He chuckles and leans back so he can see her fully. "Because I'm stalling?"
She smiles. "How come?"
"Because I've been waiting for you, for this with you, ever since I knew what this was. I guess I'm a little nervous."
She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him close. "Oh, Jacob. Me too."
"And more than that," he talks into her hair and his voice drops low. "I'm trying to keep the wolf calm. He wants you. He thinks you're his, and he isn't patient. He wants another night like the last one, but I'm afraid of hurting you. I won't hurt you, baby, but if I don't keep the wolf in check, I could go too fast, go too far."
"Oh Jacob, there is no such thing. I am yours, and I want whatever you have to give."
He groans. "Don't say that, honey, 'cause it makes it so much harder to control myself. My body knows yours, baby, and I want to be in you so bad. But your body isn't ready for it. It's not ready for me to lose control."
"So get me ready." Her eyes are blazing.
He looks her up and down, and his gaze leaves heat in its wake. He swallows hard. "Are you sure, honey?"
She takes a shaky breath and inclines her head. She is sure, finally, of him, of herself, of what he offers and what she wants. She is done being afraid. She nods and looks him straight on, and he sees the conviction in her eyes. He knows her better than anyone, better than she knows herself, so when he sees the shift in her, he smiles a pure, happy smile of relief and bliss, and the kiss he gives her is full of his wonder and joy.
"I'm yours, and I'm sure," she murmurs when they come up for air. He isn't nervous anymore.
So he reaches around to unclasp her simple black bra, and sits back to look at her fully as he pulls the garment off her. His eyes flit between her face and her breasts, and he measures her reaction as he traces the undersides of her breasts lightly with his fingers. She shivers.
He speaks in the husky tone that she loves. "You're perfect. Exactly as I remember." He runs his knuckles over the sides of her breasts. "So soft," he murmurs, before moving up to trace her clavicles. "And I remember that you're sensitive here." He's right. The sensation of his touch is lovely and light. He brushes her hair back from her shoulders and runs his lips up her neck. His breath on her skin causes tingles in its wake. He loves the sensation of her soft, full breasts against his chest, with no fabric between them. Her nipples tighten when they brush against his heat.
He grins when he feels it, and reaches up to roll them between his fingers. He knows she likes it a little rough, so he isn't gentle. She responds with a rush of arousal and a deep, throaty moan. It drives his wolf wild.
"Do you like that, baby?"
"Mmm, yeah Jake, more." She squirms. He pinches and pulls them a little harder until she gasps. "Ooh. Mmm, like that." He pulls her up so he can taste them, and draws the right one into his mouth and suckles deeply, while he keeps rolling the other. Her core pulses in response.
"You taste so good." And she does. He wants more of her essence in his mouth, and can hardly wait to rip off her pants and drive his tongue deep inside her. But first he has to give her other breast equal treatment.
"I love your mouth on me, Jake. I want more."
So he uses his teeth, gently brushing them against her nipple as he rapidly flicks his tongue against the tip. The sensation echoes in her clitoris, and she presses down against him. She wants him to mark her there as well, but is too nervous to ask.
Instead, she runs her nails across his shoulders. She knows she isn't capable of hurting him, so she uses pressure, and he growls against her, pulling her back down and pumping his hips against her. His wolf wants her to mark him just as he marked her, and relishes the pleasurable sting. She can feel the slide of the head of his cock, slick against her stomach, interrupted by the waistband of his shorts.
"We have too many clothes on," she whispers.
"Help me fix that." He hates to pull her away from his body, but he loves the end result. He and his wolf are eager to feel her skin on his. He scoots to the edge of the seat and pushes her to stand. She expects him to tug her jeans off, but instead he runs his nose tenderly against the planes of her bare abdomen and flutters his long eyelashes against her skin. The way he flips from aggressive lust to sweet, tender love, and back again has her on edge in the best possible way.
His breath is hot against her skin. "I can smell you, baby, and it makes the wolf crazy. It makes me crazy. I need you on my tongue."
"Yes, Jacob, please," she is embarrassed by how desperate she sounds. He loves it. He loves how much she wants him, that she needs him as much as he needs her. He tells her so as he unbuttons her jeans and pulls them off her legs, taking her black bikini underwear along, leaving her standing bare before him.
She reaches for him, but he stops her with his hands on her hips. "Let me look at you." His expression is deadly serious. "I've seen you a million times in my dreams, Bells, even before you really joined me there. But this is the first time. Our first real time." His voice drops so low she can hardly hear him. "I want to remember this. I want to remember you. You're everything I always wanted." He wraps his arms around her waist and holds her tight to him, his cheek buried in the warmth of her skin.
Then suddenly, he flips her so she is seated on the seat and he is kneeling between her parted knees. "I'm gonna make sure you don't regret this. I'm gonna dedicate my life to pleasing you. To making you happy." His voice turns into a growl from deep within his chest. "And I'm gonna start by pleasing your body, by making you come. C'mere."
And then he tugs her so she is right on the edge of the seat, and goes straight for her clitoris with his hot, talented tongue. Immediately he starts swirling in tight, swift circles. Her arousal shoots up in response. She grabs his hair just how he likes it to keep him against her. It's not necessary; he's not going to tease her tonight. He wants, very badly, to make her come. But he loves it anyway.
Her back is arched against the back of the seat, her head thrown back exposing her long neck. His tongue on her is perfection. She involuntarily wiggles her hips against him, and in the back of her brain she wonders if any of the wolves are nearby to hear her moan. It feels so damn good, she could care less. She climbs higher.
He moves down to dip his tongue into her. Her flavor is the strongest here, and the wolf and the man need to drink as much of her as possible. God. She's so tight. He can feel it before he even gets a single finger in her. And so sensitive. He loves how responsive she is to his touch. It makes him feel like a god.
He switches to a rapid flicking of her swollen nub, back and forth, much like he did to her nipples earlier. He looks up at her, and she is biting her bottom lip again. He smiles against her. The involuntary habit is one of his favorites. She does it in so many otherwise innocent moments, when she's nervous, or thoughtful, or just distracted. He always thought it was sexy. And now that he has seen her do it so many times as he makes love to her, he knows he is going to get hard each and every time she does it, no matter what the situation. He's going to have to start wearing long, loose shirts everywhere to hide it.
She's getting close. She feels herself riding right on the edge, and he can feel it too. Her body is humming. He wants to hold her there for as long as possible, because the sensation is perfection. The need, the want, the anticipation, are almost as good as the explosion itself. Almost, but not quite. So he slows the movement of his tongue, just a little, to hold her in that perfect place, before he draws her into his mouth and suckles.
She comes apart. Her body arches in waves. A sheen of sweat glistens on her skin. She wails his name, keening and long. He holds his tongue firmly against her as long as possible, and as she starts to return to earth, he laps gently at her, sending aftershocks of pleasure arcing through her body. He relishes her vibrations against his tongue, and drinks greedily of her taste. The man is pleased. The wolf is pleased.
When she comes together enough to look down and meet his gaze, he crawls up the length of her body, hovering over her, and lowers his lips to hers. She tastes herself on his lips, and kisses him more deeply. She sucks his tongue between her lips, then sighs against him. "How'd you get so good at that?"
He smiles against her. "I told you. I've been dreaming of you for years. Even before the ones where you joined me. In my dreams, I've practiced a thousand times."
She giggles. "Jake, you're only sixteen. For how many years could you have been dreaming of that?"
He grins back at her. "Well, for all of puberty. And before then, I may not have been dreaming of that, exactly, but I was still dreaming of you." He kisses her sweetly until she is ready for more, and then he lowers himself between her legs again.
"Where are you going, Jake? I want all of you." She pouts adorably, and he has to hold his wolf down inside him.
"You're still not ready, baby. I want you, too. Believe me, I do. But you're so fucking tight. I can't stand that I could hurt you." He kisses pathways up and down her inner thighs.
She is looking down at him with wide eyes. "Tight is good, isn't it?"
Her words are dirty and innocent all at once, and the wolf tries to rise to the surface. He shudders in the attempt to hold himself back. "You're gonna feel so damn good on my cock. So tight, and so hot, and so goddamn wet." His voice breaks, and he slides a finger along her swollen lips to illustrate the latter point. She presses down harder against his hand, trying to maneuver him inside. "I promise, I'm gonna, I will." He kisses her clitoris gently and she arches. "But you have to let me go slow right now. Okay?"
"Mmmph," she whines, and crosses her arms. It has the unintended effect of pressing her breasts together and upward, and he freezes and stares at her hungrily.
"Do you trust me, honey?" He looks up at her expectantly, and she can't resist him. She relaxes into the seat and nods, and cups his cheek in her hand. He closes his eyes unexpectedly, sighs in contentment, and tilts his head further into her hand. "I love you, Isabella Swan," he breathes.
Then he sucks the large third finger of his right hand into his mouth to moisten it, and opens his smoldering eyes to look directly into hers, and slides his finger deep into her body. "Ohhhh..." Her head falls back and her eyes slip shut, and he curls his finger into the spot low in the front of her core that makes her melt. He grips her hip with his other hand. He doesn't pump at all, he just strokes his finger against her while she squirms and bucks on his hand.
She hitches out, "Mmm... It makes me... mmm... crazy... ahhh... when you do that...How did you know...mmm... that's there...ahhh... Jake?"
He smirks in satisfaction. He loves that she's learning to talk to him when they make love. "I just watched you, baby." He swallows hard. "The first few times I touched you, do you remember? I didn't know what I was doing. I was just experimenting, and paying attention to what you like. That's why I kept torturing you, sweetheart, those times I wouldn't let you come right away."
She can't speak in sentences anymore, but she thinks to herself that she's very, very lucky. Jacob has always known her so well, has always paid attention to her wants and her needs. He knows her heart, he knows her mind, he knows her body better than she does.
Eventually it's both too much and not enough, so he kneels up for leverage and starts to pump deeply, alternating between strokes of her inner wall and deeper, harder thrusts. When he is certain that she's ready, that the stretch won't be painful, he adds a second finger and she whimpers aloud, gripping at the arms of the seat. "Do you like that? Do you like it when I fuck you with my hand?"
"Ohhh, Jacob, yessss... Keep talking to me... Mmmm..." She squirms and twists around him. His voice drives her wild. Everything he does to her drives her wild. He starts thrusting deep on every entry, and curling his fingers on the way out. It puts her right on the edge. He repeats the motion over and over, relishing the soft feel of her body and the heady scent of her arousal.
"Does it feel good, honey?" His voice is low.
"Yeahhh..."
He keeps stroking and thrusting. "I want my cock inside you, as soon as you're ready."
"Ahhhh..."
"Are you ready to come again?" he groans.
"Mmmmm, please. Mmmm, Jacob, please." She's shaking, and he loves what he's doing to her. What he alone is doing to her. What only he will ever do to her.
So he starts to stroke the tips of his fingers against her cervix with each thrust in, then dragging his curled fingers on every pull out, harder and firmer each time, as she climbs higher and higher. Finally, when she's desperate, he reaches his left hand up to pinch her nipple, and she spasms around him with a wordless cry.
He can barely contain the wolf now, he wants to bury his cock in her so badly as she's contracting against his hand.
Instead he locks down on his control. When she starts coming down from her high, he stills his fingers inside her, but lowers his lips back to her clitoris, and sucks it between his soft lips. He licks the tip rapidly, so instead of calming down she starts bucking wildly beneath him, and he tries to hold her still with his hand inside her. Now she is wailing nonsense words, pleas and cursing, begging him to take her with his cock. His wolf howls to be released.
He separates long enough to say, "Almost there. Almost there." And he squeezes a third finger inside her. The burn is exquisite. She remembers being stretched this much and more in her dreams, remembers the hot thickness of his cock inside her, but her body has never actually taken him before. As she's begging him to fuck her, she is simultaneously grateful that he is taking the time to prepare her. And it's so, so good.
He holds his three fingers still inside her body as he switches to lazy circles around her clitoris, and she pants and moans and begs him more. He wants to prolong it. The more she wants it, the harder she comes now, the better it will be for her when he finally slips his cock inside her. So he holds down the wolf inside him, and he keeps the movements of his tongue slow and gentle, and for a while keeps his fingers still. He loves hearing her call for him. He wants her words almost as much as he wants her body. When she starts to cross the line from pleasure to frustration, he gives in and starts to pump his hand. He increases the pressure and the depth with each stroke, and she whimpers happily. He stops circling her clitoris long enough to speak, "Talk to me. Tell me what you want." Then he waits for her to comply.
"Jake?" Her voice is a breathy moan.
"Yes, honey?"
"Please don't stop."
He grins. "Don't stop what?"
She whimpers again. "Mmm, your tongue, unh..." as he continues to pump, "Jake, unhh... your tongue."
He licks gently as he keeps pumping, but not on her clitoris. Just to the right, just to the left, not where she needs it. "Like this?"
She whines, "Jacob, more, mmmm."
"More what?" as he keeps lapping at her lips.
"You're... unh... torturing me...unh..."
He grins. "Yeah, baby. I am. And you love it."
She laughs and pouts and groans all at once. "I do, Jake... but please... please... your tongue..."
He laps at her lips again, and they tingle. "Where? Where do you want my tongue?"
She turns bright red and finally blurts out, "Lick my clit, please Jake, make me come!"
His wolf purrs in satisfaction. "Sure, sure. I'll make you come."
And he laves the hot length of his tongue against her nub, and pumps his fingers hard.
"Yesss... Jake... Ohhhh..."
He is stretching her as much as he can with his fingers, reading her to take his cock. He keeps up his long, slow licks of her clitoris and lets her climb higher and higher, until her head is thrashing back and forth, tangling her hair on her head, her skin flushed pink with a thin sheen of sweat. Then he starts to curl his fingers as he pulls out, and she stiffens, so he sucks her clitoris into his mouth and rapidly works the tiny tip with the end of his tongue.
And she shatters again.
He rises from his place between her knees and keeps working her with his hand. He can't wait any longer, and he leans over her, placing his left arm on the back of the seat beside her head, and kisses her deeply as he feels her contract around him. When she comes back to earth and opens her eyes to look at him, he removes his hand from her and snaps the button of his fly open, ready to push inside her.
Then he freezes, and a look of utter despair covers his face. "Oh, shit, Bells. I don't have any protection." He starts to stutter, "I got so used to it, in our dreams, honey, when it didn't matter. And I didn't go to bed expecting to wake up with you in it."
She smiles a lazy smile and looks up at him. For once she is the responsible one. She leans forward run the tip of her thumb over the head of his weeping cock, and finishes unzipping him. "We still have to get these off, Jake." He thinks she is going to go down on him instead as she pulls his shorts down, and can't help but be happy and sad all at once. He really wanted to be inside her pussy tonight. His wolf really, really wanted to be inside her.
But instead, she's just staring at his length with wide eyes. He is worried that he has overstepped his bounds, that he is pushing her beyond where she is comfortable going. So he backpedals and bends over to pick up his shorts. "It's okay, honey, we don't have to do anything else tonight. I'm just so happy to be with you." He wonders if he can sneak away for a few minutes. He does want to be with her, but if he doesn't jack off he's probably going to end up doing something to make her uncomfortable.
She grabs his hand before he can put his clothes back on. "No, Jake, I want it. I want you." She's still staring at him. "But did you get... even bigger?"
He looks down at himself. Oh. "Um, I didn't realize that got bigger too."
She examines his tight jawline, the beard growth on his face. "You look a little older, Jake. And you're taller, too. You've only been gone a couple weeks." She reaches out to stroke him gently, and he grits his teeth and throws his head back. Her voice drops to a whisper. "You're bigger everywhere. And you're even sexier than you were before." She spreads the precum over his head. He sucks in a deep, gasping breath. "You'll have to tell me what happened."
He can barely form words, let alone tell her the long, involved story. What she's doing to his cock feels way too good, even though she has only barely started touching him, and is using light, barely-there strokes. "Uh, Bella, I'm... oh... I was... There was this...Uhhh..."
She giggles. "Not now, silly. You can tell me later. You just surprised me, that's all."
"Oh... sorry. I didn't... uhhh... know... unhhh... I grew everywhere..."
She strokes a little more firmly. "It's not like you weren't huge already, Jake. Now you're almost ridiculous." She laughs nervously, and has no idea how he's going to fit inside her.
He pouts and moans at the same time. "It's not nice... uhhh... to laugh..."
She smiles. "Even when I'm talking about how big you are?"
"Mmm... I guess... mmm... 'sokay." He protests when she lets go and reaches around him, but grins happily at her when she produces a condom from the pocket of her pants on the floor. "Oh, thank god, Bella. You came prepared!" He teases her. "Were you planning on seducing me?"
She looks up at him through her lashes. "What would you say if I was?"
He picks her up in his arms and kisses her. "I'd say thank you. And I love you. And thank you again."
She laughs. "You're welcome. And I love you, too."
He sets her back down, and she opens the package, and unrolls it onto him. When she looks up at him, he is gritting his teeth and frowning a little. "What's wrong, Jake, did I do it wrong?" She looks back down. She hasn't put one on before, but she's pretty sure it looks like it's supposed to. And thanks to Leah, it's the right size. The normal ones would have been pitifully small. The wouldn't have fit at all, or if they did, they probably would have cut off his circulation completely.
"No, no, of course not. You're perfect." He pauses and looks up in the air. "It's embarrassing."
She is actually relieved that her perfect Jacob is embarrassed about something. He is just too good to be true, and it reminds her that he is really just a sixteen year old boy trapped in a god's body. It makes the whole experience more real. "Jake, you can tell me anything." She wraps her arms around him to bring him in for a hug.
He mumbles against her hair, "It's the wolf, honey."
"What about him?"
He mutters quickly, "Hereallyhatesthecondom."
"Oh!" She doesn't know what to say.
"It's stupid, Bella. He wants you pregnant. So he wants to rip the damn thing off. The wolf is an idiot. I won't let him, obviously."
"It's okay, Jake. We only have to use them for a week."
"Really?" He pulls back, surprised.
Now she's the one who's mumbling. "I got on the pill today."
He laughs in relief. "You really were planning on seducing me!"
She smacks him in the arm. "Thank Leah."
"Leah?" She is the last person on his mind right now.
"She took me to the clinic today. That was the big secret. That's where she kidnapped me."
He is bewildered. "She did? Why?"
Bella shrugs. "To keep us from making little Jakes and little Bellas."
He blinks his surprise. "I'd have guessed she'd try to cockblock me, if anything."
Bella laughs. "Consider her... whatever the opposite of a cockblocker is."
"A wingman? A pimp? Is Leah your pimp?" He snorts and spins around to sit on the loveseat, and brings her down on top of him.
"I sure hope you're not planning on sharing me with the rest of the pack, Jake."
He growls and pulls her close. "I'm not sharing you with anybody anymore, Bells. Not ever." He sweeps her hair off the mark on her shoulder and traces his fingers on it, causing shockwaves of pleasure to radiate down her body, and with his other hand tangles his fingers in her hair and draws her in for a deep kiss. It brings her pelvis and stomach in close contact with his shaft, and he tips his pelvis up to increase the friction.
His wolf wants her. He wants her. He wants to lift her up and slam her down on his cock, but he resists. He still doesn't want to hurt her. Instead, he moves his right hand down to her pussy, dips a finger in to gather some of her wetness, and starts circling her clitoris again to get her on the edge again. Her moan vibrates against his lips. She wriggles against his hand, and his wolf howls to get inside her.
She feels him vibrating underneath her, and leans back to see him gritting his teeth again, his eyes squeezed shut like he is in pain. "What's wrong, Jake?"
He is breathing hard, sweating in his attempt to keep his wolf under control. The movements of his finger on her nub are shaky and uneven. He speaks through clenched teeth, "The wolf wants you so bad. He wants to grab you and slam inside you. You're not ready for it though, even though you've come a few times."
"I want you, Jake, I want all of you." She runs her fingertips on the sides of his face.
He chuckles darkly. "Then have me. I can hold still, I can keep him in control, only if I don't let myself move. If you go at your pace, it won't hurt you so much." He is shaking beneath her. He swallows hard as he rubs rough circles on her clitoris. "Sit on my cock, please, take what you want. Have me."
She isn't used to this. He normally takes control, sets the pace, chooses when to take her with his hand, his lips, his cock. But this is the only way he can trust himself to stay in control. And she wants it. She wants him, needs him inside her. She leans forward to kiss him. "Okay, baby. I'm ready. Hold still."
He stops rubbing circles on her to hold the base of his cock steady. She stares at it for a second, and then looks back into his pleading eyes. He is desperate for her, and it makes her confident. She rises up on her knees, grabs his shoulders for leverage, shifts above him, and slowly, slowly lowers herself onto his shaft. He growls as she takes the head of him in, and resists the urge to grab her hips and slam her down. All he has to do is look at the bruised handprints on her arms, and he knows he won't hurt her.
She is murmuring, "Oh, oh, oh, Jacob," as she pulses around him. He is stretching her so wide, so far, and she only has the tip of him inside her. The burn is delicious, but she isn't ready for more. She holds herself quivering above him and can't keep her eyes open. He moves his hands to gently pull at her nipples, and she shakes with a tiny orgasm. "God, god, oh, god," she moans. The orgasm causes her to slip down just a little more on his shaft.
He is muttering beneath her, grunting with incomprehensible sounds of frustration and pleasure. He reaches up to trace her plump bottom lip with his thumb and she bites down on it. He wants more, and slips the finger into her mouth. She distracts herself from her pain and pleasure by swirling her tongue in circles. He removes his thumb with a little pop, and gazes at her pursed lips. "You are so, so sexy, Bells. You feel so fucking good."
She whimpers when she feels his wet thumb start to circle her clitoris again, causing aftershocks of her small orgasm. She pulses and contracts on the tip of his cock, and the aftershocks turn into bigger and bigger spasms of pleasure. It causes her to wiggle around on his shaft. She remembers from her dream, the one when he first entered her for the first time, that he held himself still while she squirmed around his cock. She recalls the waves of heat it sent outward from her core, so she tries to replicate the movement.
She succeeds. It isn't difficult, since she is already having little spasms from the movement of his thumb, and she knows what she's doing now. The sensation is an exquisite burn, and she pants and gasps as she moves on his shaft.
He can barely hold himself together. It was difficult to stay in control before, when they were together in their dreams. But now he's really here, and she's really here, and his wolf is howling for more, and he's losing his virginity to the only girl he has ever loved. To the only girl he ever wants to love. The truth of what is happening threatens to overwhelm him, to snap his tightly held control. The only thing keeping him from slamming her down on him, the only thing that keeps his hips from plowing upward to bury himself in her fully, is the knowledge that it is better for her this way.
And she does seem to be enjoying herself. He keeps his eyes open to see her, to read her face, and to memorize this blissful moment in time. He listens carefully to her cries and moans and whimpers. They turn him on and make him crazy, but more than that, he knows what each sound means. He has spent every moment with Bella Swan carefully learning to read her every expression, and he uses it to his full advantage now. Everything he has gained with her he has earned with love, attention, and perseverance. He can feel the contraction of her cunt on his cock with each movement of his thumb. And he can read her well enough to know when the sensation is too much, can feel when he needs to pause or gather more lubrication, senses when the slide of his finger turns into too much friction. He can feel and see and hear when to press harder, when to back off, when to swirl or when to gently pinch.
So when he thumbs her clit with one slick finger, and tugs gently at her nipple with his other hand, he knows it will make her come apart, and he relishes her crying out his name as her head drops back, exposing her lovely neck to him. He watches her back arch, follows a drop of perspiration rolling down from her jaw, down her neck, between her lovely, flushed breasts, and finally laps it up with his tongue. Then he holds himself completely still while she clenches and slides down further on his cock, and struggles to keep his eyes on her when she finally, finally slides down.
The first time she slides all the way down on him, he isn't surprised by the small amount of blood it produces, but he is startled by his wolf's crazed response. He has to let go of her and he clamps his grip down on the arms of the chair so hard he tears the upholstery. He can't look at her any longer. The sight of her naked body writhing on his length is too much for his wolf to handle. If he keeps looking, he's going to buck himself up and pull her down, and he simply refuses to hurt her. So instead he flings his head back, sinks his fingers into the cloth of the chair, and snarls.
She is startled out of her ecstatic burning by the feral sound, and she stills her movements, sitting fully on his enormous cock. The stretch is amazing. She stops to allow her body to adjust, the aftershocks of her orgasm flowing over the burning pain in waves. His sheer size keeps her clenching and spasming around him, despite the fact that they are both holding completely still. Now that she is coming down from her high, she has the presence of mind to really look at him. His muscles are prominent and defined as he flexes them all from his jaw, down his long neck, to his arms gripping the seat, to his chest and prominent abdominals, all tensed and vibrating, in the effort to hold still. The sweat that covers his body makes his dark skin glisten in the moonlight. She has never seen anything so beautiful. He is huge, he is hot, he is hard, and he is hers. He is the best thing that ever happened to her. He looks like he is in pain, and he is snarling deep in his throat.
"Jacob? Baby? Are you okay?" She reaches out to cup his jaw, and runs her thumb over his full bottom lip. He bares his teeth and nips at her finger with his sharp teeth.
"Fuck, Bells. Fuck." He grunts and snarls and shakes under her. The slight movement sends shockwaves of pleasure through her core, stretched around his shaft.
"Jake? Honey? What's wrong?"
He can't help but thrust, just a little, and then he is still again. He is trying to resist it, but his wolf is desperate. He thrusts just a little bit more and then tries his best to hold still. His voice is hard through his clenched teeth. He sounds like he isn't getting enough air. It is a tenor she has never heard from him before. "Ride me, Isabella. Fucking ride my cock."
Oh God. It's his Alpha voice. He is ordering her to ride him.
"Fuck me, Isabella. Work my cock with your sweet pussy and make yourself come."
It isn't the compulsion that his packmates will have when they hear him, but she still has no choice but to obey. So she braces her hands against his chest, rising up just a little, and then slips back down.
It is a small movement, but it still causes him to hiss through his clenched teeth. "Again," he commands.
His voice always turned her on, but this is another thing altogether. She surges with desire and obeys, repeating the movement. "Aaah... Again, Isabella!"
She is stunned and aroused. "Unhh. Again!"
He grunts as she complies, and manages not to move. His Alpha wolf's need to dominate is partly sated as she follows his commands, and he finds it marginally easier to hold still. "Fuck! More, Isabella!"
She rises a little higher this time, and lowers herself more forcefully. It feels amazing.
"Yes. Again." She repeats.
"Mmph. Harder, Isabella!" She obeys.
"Yes, Isabella!" She pants in response to his growl.
"Faster, Isabella!" She finds she can't do anything without his direction.
"Aaah. Let me hear you, Isabella." She lets out a throaty whimper.
"Shit. Again." She wails and bounces on him. She had never been more aroused in her life.
His wolf still wants to lift her off him, rip off the condom, flip her over and fuck hard and fast her from behind. The wolf wants to mark her again. But he won't do that, not this time. She simply isn't ready. If he did that to her, there would be too much pain. But this, this is different. He can tell how much she loves the sound of his voice, how it makes her drip and swell with desire. The Alpha timbre makes her absolutely wild, and it serves the dual function of settling his wolf just enough for him to keep still.
"Unhh. Rise up higher." She pulls up so he nearly slips out of her. "Down, now!" She does so. "Fuck! Again! Aaaah! More, Isabella!"
Neither of them is surprised to find out just how much she likes to be dominated. Even now, with her on top and him barely moving at all, she has given herself over to him fully. He, and he alone, can give her what she needs. And he will never abuse his power over her. He will use it solely for her pleasure.
"Mmmph. Higher. That's it. Ahhh. Slam down. Unhh! Yes! Fuck! Again, Isabella!" His voice, deep and snarling, forces her to new heights.
Then she is really riding him, the muscles in her legs burning, lungs gasping, sweat pouring down her body, her tight, hot pussy dragging up and down on his enormous shaft. He is yelling his harsh Alpha commands through his gritted teeth. "Mmph. Fuck! Ride me hard, Isabella! Unhh. Shit. Aaah. Again. Yesss. Pinch your nipples, Isabella. Both... of them. Fuck! Unhh. Roll them... Unhh... Between your fingers... Fuck. Yes! Ohhh... Don't stop riding! Fuck!"
She slams up and down on him, twisting her nipples at his direction, full of his voice, full of his desire, full of his cock, full of his love. She is desperate with her need for him.
"Yes. Unhh. Fuck me! Isabella! Mmph! Ride me! Aaah! Fuck!"
She is overwhelmed. He fills her body, her soul, her mind like no other. She shakes with the effort to obey him, and is right on the edge. Unconsciously, she waits for his signal of release as she follows his instructions, mad with desire.
"Your hand. Unhh. Isabella. Touch your clit. Aaaah! More, Isabella. Ride, Isabella. Mmmhh. Shit!"
Finally, after endless minutes of bouncing on him, being stretched to her limits in every way, pleasure building as never before, she finally, finally feels his hands on her hips tugging her down, and hears what she has been waiting for, in the forceful growl she has no choice but to obey, "Isabella! Now! Come, Isabella! Come now!"
And she screams. She is overcome. She splinters apart again and again, convulsing atop him, around him, because of him, and over him, endlessly, forcefully, again and again and again. Until she feels his release, hears his howl, feels him arch and hold her stiffly on his cock, and she comes and comes.
He finally, finally releases her with gentle words, the Alpha timbre rough and low in his voice, "I love you, Isabella Swan. Come back to me now." And slowly, gradually, her convulsions slow, and she collapses on him, his length still buried within her. He wraps his arms around her, and tugs the blanket over her. His voice returns to its low, sexy whisper. "Thank you, honey, for coming home to me. Please don't send me away again." And she drifts away to the sounds of his heartbeat and his breathing, and she is home.