So this is really just the second half of the last Chapter, but well worth the wait folks. Enjoy!

Last time on P &C's…

Her smell engulfs me as I breathe her in. We kiss like this for what seems like hours, her probing with her tongue, my hands searching over her curves, threading in her pony tail, cupping over her round hips and tracing the edge of those short-shorts as they barely cover her glorious ass. All the while her hot little hot pant covered cooch is rolling over my raging hard on. My body starts to rock into her involuntarily, and she starts to rock back into me too.

It's all getting too much, my dick feels like it's ready to explode, I want more.

Chapter 25 - Popping my rocks off

I half sit, taking her shirt off, slowly bunching it up her back, and lifting it over her boobs. She sits back, still astride me, her heat palpable as she presses back hard on to my dick. I flop back onto the bed, watching the impromptu show. She lifts her shirt up and over her head, her toned arms reaching above. Her lip's between her teeth as she maintains eye contact, only breaking it when the material covers her face as it's removed. Her long hair is carried out her shirt and lands on her shoulder, bouncing down over one tit, curling and bouncing over the swell. She looks absolutely spectacular sitting on top of me in her little shorts, and a hot pink bra. Spectacular.

She reaches down to the edge of my shirt, pushing it up and I take the hint and sit up enough to get it off. Tossing it somewhere across the room. I don't care where it lands. Then I lay back down, her fingers guiding me lightly to do so. I watch as she reaches into the top of her left boob, and lifts out the little brightly colored candy packet. Damn, I forgot about that. How the heck did I forget about that? Otherwise I would have already had my face covered in that silk as I dived in to get it. Ness puts the packet between her teeth and tears it open. The action remind me of a sexy condom commercial. Fuck, my dick is throbbing.

"It's cherry flavored," she says, oblivious to how her little acts affect me. Of course it's cherry, I wouldn't have expected any less for this marvellous girl. She is the cherry on top of my sundae. Hell, she's the sundae too, whipped cream and all.

She leans forward, pressing a little more firmly on my covered cock, as she tapes the edge of the packet, a little pile of red crystals falling on to my chest. Then she leans further forward, her hands flat on the coverlet by my shoulders as she presses up, her hips lifting off of me and her back arching. Maintaining eye contact she leans her mouth down to my chest and slowly extends her tongue, scooping up the explosive candy in one swipe. As she moves to kiss along my chest some more, she leaves wet cool, trails over my skin, focusing on each nipple. Then she sits back up and taps some more of the pop rocks out on to the darker skin of my chest.

I can feel the small tickle as the candy reacts with her saliva before her sweet mouth is licking it all up. I feel the shiver all the way from my chest over my back and scalp then around right back to my dick. I let the sensation wash over me, my eyes closed my hand spayed out on the mattress then I feel her scoot backwards, straddling my lower legs, her nose tracing the line of my happy trail. She moves her lips back and does it again, only now with small kisses along my abdomen, each time stopping just shy of my waist band. Oh yes, a very happy trail. She makes a small line of volatile sugar below my belly button and with wet open mouth kisses, almost killing me with how close she is to my dick without ever touching it.

I let out a long moan as her fingers fall into that little dip of muscle next to my hip bones. That skin there must have a direct line to the base of my cock, because I swear it just twitched when she touched me there.

She sits back up, astride my hips and pressing up against my dick. Her ass does a little wiggle thing against me and my ejac level is now up to 8.5 on the 'about to come' scale. Then she goes and pours the last of the pop rocks right between her boobs. There wasn't much left but it's begging to be manually explored. The 'about to come scale' is at a 9.2 now. If my erection was an earthquake, I'd be knocking down all of greater Forks and most of La Push by now, too.

I sit up, grabbing tightly to her hips and planting my face between those two magnificent, silk covered beasts. "Have I told you, you have the most perfect tits in the whole world?" I say, my words completely muffled by said tits as little explosions of candy erupt in my mouth and against my lips. I lick along the valley that this outstanding bra has created in long, wet strokes; like a dog.. Call me Rover any day.

She laughs, causing the impeccable titties to wobble a little against my cheeks. Perfect.

"And you have the most amazing shoulders and back in the whole world," she replies, her hands creeping up the side of my arms and fanning over my delts and lats, her warm hands against my skin.

I look up from my position between her boobs, my chin nestled between them as I fix my eyes on her, "well, I guess we have both the fronts and backs covered then," I say, giving my pelvis a little tilt, to emphasize my double meaning.

"And the bit's in-between," she smiles pressing her heat back into me. This woman is the queen of the double entendre.

I let out an involuntary moan, my hands moving to unbutton her pants. I get to the button and the first inch of the fly before she stopes me. Her hands covering and stilling mine gently.

"Can we wait a little bit Jake? Just a few weeks?" she asks me, as if her question might have me telling her to go jump off a cliff. I'll admit I'm a little disappointed, my poor dick has been ten millimetres from her pussy for the past, god knows know long, and we were both looking forward to getting closer, much closer.

But I'm not an asshole; I know chicks don't think with their dicks. Firstly they don't have them, and secondly, their brains have more control over their hormones. And what I feel about Ness is so much more than just a physical attraction. So much more.

Can't say the same for my body though. Little J is screaming unfair bloody murder down there. But Jake Senior's brain takes over, telling the little fucker to shut his tiny tube of a hole and I say, "sure, just tell me when you're ready." Mentally shoving little J back down further; like a lion tamer, with a whip and chair. Kha-Chhh!

Red lighted and ready for a cold shower and a little alone time with Mrs. Palmer, I sit up and my hands softly hold her hips and I start to lift her off of me. She moves off but doesn't go far. Instead of scrambling to get her top back on, like I expect, she keeps it off, and comes to kneel by my side.

Her fingers hover by my belt. "I don't mean we have to stop altogether, babe. It's just that, I'm no prude, but I'd like to wait just a few weeks and anyhow, I had to get a new script for my pill and it's a different brand over here and I have to wait a month, that might be a good time limit to wait, you know?" The sober, responsible part of me agrees, I hope I tell her as much with my eyes. Her eyes are young and pleading as she looks at me with thoughtful responsibility and the next minute they've transitioned into some kind of smouldering sex kitten eyes. Her body shifting slightly, making me see the sexy woman that she is. It's quite a spectacular thing to behold.

"But that doesn't mean there isn't like a thousand things we can't do between kissing and sex," she purrs. Her body slinking up and along mine as she stretches out next to me, pressing her palm against my chest to make sure I lie back down. Yeah. I'm lying back down. Don't worry about it. Ness says there are a thousand things we can still do? I'm back on the bed faster than I can say nine hundred and ninety nine.

She has her head supported on her hand, her elbow bent in to the comforter as she leans down and whispers in my ear. "Can you think of anything we can do between kissing and sex?" her breath warm in my ear, sending a shiver over my body that culminates in my aching dick just as her hand glided down and cups over the fly of my cargos.

"I can think of a few things," I smile. I am the luckiest fucker in the entire universe. My fingers curl over the strap of her bra and play with the smooth skin of her shoulder and the top of her chest. The décolletage I believe it's called. I want to lick it.

"I'm sure you can," she says, sitting up and keeping her palms pressed to my chest to keep me from sitting up with her. I keep my tongue inside my mouth for the time being. A few stray pops of the candy exploding behind my tongue.

"Stay Right. There," she whispers, her eyes holding mine; deep and warm and opening up for me. "You are my guest. It's a host's job to take care of her guest," she says, shuffling down the bed and unwinding the webbed belt I have on. They came free with the pants at Walmart. The soft clinking sound of the buckle and canvas unwinding feels like it pulses directly into my balls. I can feel her tiny fingers hovering over the bulge in my pants. Her knuckles brush over me as she moves to undo the top button. "Will you let me take care of you Jake?" she asks as she makes light work of the zip.

I'm a boxers man. I like the boys to hang free. They don't keep much in when you're sporting an obelisk that resembles the Washington monument though. And I spring out of those pants like the arm of a catapult.

"Oh man," I moan, my voice deep and throaty as her warm little fingers curl around me, moving up and down attentively.

"Do you like being taken care of Jake?" she asks, as she leans back to my ear, whispering. Her face is so close to mine, her lips dragging down over my cheek bone.

"Cause I like taking care of you." I get a quick kiss on the lips before she's moved again. Her hand hasn't left my dick all his time and she makes good on her offer of taking care. Real good care. My eyes close as she works up and down my shaft, then I feel Little J surrounded in a warm wetness. Sucking and moving and… fuck me... she's blowing to.

I have had a BJ once in my entire life. And it was nothing like this. It wasn't from Bella either, she never did anything below the belt with her mouth. Issues with bodily fluids. The one and only time a girl's lips were anywhere near my cock was in the ninth grade. Fern Littlesea had no idea what she was doing and it only lasted for about two minutes before she thought she heard a noise and freaked out that her mom was coming home. This is nothing like that time. Ness knows exactly what she's doing. And I'm no expert, but she's fucking excellent at it. Never stopping, keeping up the rhythm, her mouth dripping and wet and her tongue… I can't even explain the things she can do with her tongue.

So I stay relaxed on her bed while she keeps on at it. The pressure building and I'm at the point where I seriously have to decide where I'm gunna blow my load. I need a towel or a sock. Her T-shirt would work too, I'd use mine but I only brought one with me.

"Oh Fuck Ness. I'm gunna cum" I groan, my eyes squeezed shut, my vision a kaleidoscope of fireworks behind my lids. My hands are clenched in balls, holding on to the covers as she picks up her pace in parallel to my admission. Her hand is pumping up and down my shaft, tongue making circles around the head of my dick. Ecstasy, pure ecstasy.

I open my eyes for the first time she started 'taking care of me' and I instantly regret not doing it ten minutes ago. Before me, is a little pixy woman, curled up, half kneeling on the side of her legs. One hand is braced on the mattress, the other arm has the elbow pressed into the bedding as it supports the hand that's wrapped around my dick. Her little fingers making a fist around me, moving up and down in a rhythm that looks natural to us both. Her pony tail is falling over her shoulder, curled up on the coverlet, occasionally brushing against my hips as she moves her head up and down, in time with her hand.

But the sight that has me wanting to slam my dick to the very back of her throat is the way her pretty red lips stretch around me. Still looking full and plump as my dick slides deeper into her mouth. Then she looks up at me. Her eyes meeting mine as she moves, deliberately tuning her torso to that her pretty breasts are a little more evident.

She slows for a second, her fingers opening up until only her first finger and thumb are holding me. She moves this single finger 'ring' up and down a few more times. Her mouth only taking the tip of my head in. Then sliding her fingers to the base of my dick, holding the foreskin back, she takes all of me in her mouth. Oh Fuck!

I can feel it as I slide against the line of her soft palate, deep and wet and so very tight. She moves me deep within her mouth a few more times and I unconsciously buck into her too. I want to just fuck her mouth so badly. My forced movement have her gagging slightly, but like the fucking miracle trooper she is, she regathers and keeps on keeping on. And by keeping on, I mean giving me a blow job.

I have no control now. My hips are moving of their own accord and she changes technique to match. I can feel that familiar tightening in my back and my hand, brace and all, winds around that long ponytail. I guide her movements and she surrenders her mouth to me. This little win of domination is the last straw for me.

I give her one last out, a chance to grab a shirt of something to help her out.

"I mean it Ness, I'm gunna cum."

I feet her moan around me, I think she just said "good". And that's it, one last thrust and I pull back, almost to her lips, pausing at the apogee before pushing forward, and inwards, deep in the her mouth as an explosion of pleasure rips through me. I can feel her swallow around my dick on the next back stroke. This awareness has me wanting to be ready for another round again. She just swallowed. I didn't think good girls did that. Ness does, apparently. I am truly one lucky fucker. I move a few more times, in and out, before she pulls back. A soft popping sound as she sucks the length of me for one last time. A second, smaller after shock ripples through me at the suction, in conjunction with her dancing tongue still twirling abound my head.

My hand falls limp against her hair, sliding though as she sits up. My body is in a state of Zen-relaxed and spent and so very blissful. I am basically a starfish, floating, mostly naked, on her bed.

Ness crawls up the bed, lying down alongside me. Her top leg resting on my thigh as she pulls the cover from the other side over us both. Her hand is splayed against my chest as she places feather light kisses across it. "You feel taken cared of now baby?"

"Like never before Ness. Like never before. Thank you." I breathe, still a little out of it. I don't know if it's because of the weeks of no sex, or the intense feelings I've been having for Ness and not being able to act on them, or simply her stellar technique. But that was one of the best orgasms I've had in my entire life. And I have had my fair share. With or without a second person present.

I chill in my bliss a minute more. Revelling in the feeling of her hands exploring my chest and abs. The feeling her lips give as they caress my skin. The scent of her body and her hair as it presses against me. I let Ness encompass me.

I finally rouse from my waking dream. My hand starts running around the lines of her soft skin, her toned arms, my fingers raising goose bumps as they tickle up and down and then further along the edge of her back and her hip. I cup my hand under the back of her knee, pulling her leg across my stomach.

I move my hands to the still half opened zipper of her fly. Ready to repay the favour. "Now it's your turn," I say, sitting up and placing my hand across the top of her chest to keep her lying.

She presses against my hand, straining to sit up. "Wait Jake. I'm okay. You don't have to repay the favour."

"But what if I want to? What if there is no debt? Only rewards for me Nessie. Only rewards."

I see a little flush spread over her cheeks, her eyes looking down to the way our bodies are sprawled over each other. She shifts on to her side, propping her head up on one elbow, her other hand covering her naked chest. "Kiss me first," she smiles, looking down at me, a few wisps of her hair falling over her eyes. I reach my hand up tuck them behind her ear.

"I just came in your mouth," I reply, shaking my head. I ain't kissing her lips.

"So? It's your cum Jacob."

"Yeah. Still not kissing it."

"Amateur," she giggles, licking her lips and jumping off the bed and in to her bathroom. I go about tucking my now spent and limp dick into my boxers, and taking off the cargos. May as well get comfortable. I can hear Ness scrubbing her teeth, the water turning on and off again. Then a few seconds later, her pretty face and smoking body emerge out of the bathroom, now though she's in only her bra and panties, her hair outr and fanning over her tits. Oh yes she did.

She stands at the doorway, leaning her shoulder on the edge. She's nibbling lightly on her lip and her eyes are soft but still with that sparkle of light. I love how confident she is with her body, she should be— it's an out of this world, stellar bod. She's a fucking miracle of nature. A manifestation of a celestial being. Small and soft and curves in all the right places. I want to run my hands all over her. My lips. My tongue. I want to know what she tastes like.

"Come here angel, I want to say thankyou," I say, sitting up on the bed, my arms reaching out for her. But at my words, I see the sparkle in her eye fade. Her hand absently coming up to clutch the angel pendent around her neck. Angel. Angelus. Fuck! Good one Jacob. You fucking idiot.

I see her looking at me. I'm pretty sure she sees the recognition of my fuck up across my face. "Oh shit, Ness. Sorry, I didn't mean to." I say moving to get up and walk towards her.

She lets me hold her, leaning her weight on me as my arms wrap around her tiny body. "No. Iit's okay. It's my hang up. I have to be less sensitive about that word" she mumbles against the bare skin of my chest. Standing upright like this, her face is in line with the bulk of my chest. A little hard muscle pillow to rest her head on. I pull her in a little closer, my braced hand combing into her ringlets.

"Don't say that sweetie. You're more than entitled to feel things when you're reminded," I say softly in to her hair. I breathe in her nutty, exotic sent. I've decided it must be her shampoo because it's more concentrated in her hair. It's carried in the air around her, but the best is when I breathe in her hair. Weird fetish developing? Maybe. Don't care. She smells nice and I'm still gunna smell her.

"But look what I've done," she sighs, a broken sob straining from her throat as she pulls back from me and looking up in to my eyes. Her arms still around my middle our hips still pressed together, my fresh boner from seeing her in her underwear conspicuously between us. "I've gone and ruined everything," she all but cries, her gaze shifting to the carpeted floor. "I can suck you cock and stand here in nothing but my underwear, but call me a tender pet name and I freeze up. What the fuck is that?" her shoulders are slumped, her hair falling across her face as her hand drop absently from my hips.

"I'm so fucked up. I don't know what the hell I want. I mean… I do." Her hand coming up to lie gently over my chest, over my heart, as her eyes, gassy and tortured look up at me. "But then I just… I don't know. It's not you Jake… it's just… me. I have to find a way to make my brain catch up with what my body and heart wants," she pleads. Then she slumps in resignation. Her hair falling over her lowered face again. "Why does everything I do always come back to him? I don't want to forget, but I want to stop remembering. Every-single-day. I want to stop being reminded of him in everything I see." she says, this time the broken sob, escaping into a cry. "I'm ruining everything!"

I'm taken aback at the defeated tone and anguish I catch on her face. Where has the confident woman who mesmerizes me gone? Before me is a broken little girl. The one I may have mistaken as a twelve year old that night at the pool party, here in this very room.

"Hey," I croon, my finger gently under her chin and raising her face to me. "You're not ruining anything," I say, brushing her hair back off her face with both hands. She just look's up at me, unconvinced and presses her hips again into my cotton covered hard-on as if to validate her self-criticisms.

"I mean it Ness. You haven't ruined anything." I'm throwing as much conviction into my voice as I can. Because I do mean it. As much as my dick might try to complain. I'm falling in love with this woman. And if the broken girl inside of her isn't ready for more physical intimacy, then I'm not either.

She still doesn't look convinced, she looks like she's blaming herself for putting the brakes on whatever we were gunna just do. The only way I think I can convince her is by showing her. I don't know what her other boyfriends were like— but I want more than just sex and an astounding head job. I want her. All of her. Body, mind and soul. And her soul is obviously hurting still. I want her to tell me about it. Trust me enough to confide her feelings and fears. I want her to have faith in me.

"Let's talk about it," I say, releasing her chin and bending over to grab her shirt off the floor. "Tell me about everything again. Show me all the photos. Explain to me what you feel. What you felt."

I pause for a second, sucking in a breath and brace myself. "Is it also about Luca?" I ask. I don't want another person in this room with us. Especially not her ex. But if the father of her baby is on her mind, I want to know about it. I don't want to be blind sighted by the absent challenger ever again.

"No. God no. It's not Lucca. Honestly Jake. That was really more of a physical thing. A 'ciao, come è stata la tua giornata?'…and then off to his room to get naked. You and I have talked more in the month that I've known you, than Lucca and I ever did in the two years we we're together."

It's a déjà vu of Bella and me. All physical and not much emotional. Her possible hang ups about her ex haven't been a big worry of mine, but it's been playing on my mind a little. I feel reassured somewhat by her openness about her and Luca. Still makes me as jealous as fuck. But I appreciate her honesty nonetheless. I hand the oversized tee to her and she takes it. Unwinding the inside out sleeves and pushing both her arms in. "I don't know how to explain it babe," she says forlornly. "It's just a little trigger and then his little face in in my mind. Nuzzling again my breast as he struggled to breathe. I can't get that memory out of my head. It keeps a haunting me," she whispers, a single tear escaping her lids and trailing over her cheek. I lift my finger up and wipe it away.

"You just have to make more memories Nessie. We'll fill that amazing brain of yours up with so many joyous memories that it'll take some digging to get the heartbreaking ones up to the surface." I say, pulling her against my chest. Her arms are still caught in her half dress shirt and I trap them between us. Her fist pressed under her chin as she looks up at me, my lips covering hers briefly. Noting passionate. A kiss to say 'I'm here, I'm falling in love with you and I want you to have faith in me'. But I'm not ready to tell her this yet. I made that mistake with Bella and look how that turned out.

"Are you sure?" she sniffles, holding the bunched up neck of her t-shirt in front of her, before throwing it over her chest.

"Yeah babe. Tell me everything," I nod, taking her hand and sitting down on the bed. She unwinds her fingers from mine and rushes over to her closet. I can hear her rustling about for a minute and then she emerges with a shoe box. Walking over to the bed, she opens the lid and pulls out a little white photo album.

"Come up here," she says quietly, crawling up to the head board and rearranging the multitude of pillows. So I follow, and we settle in next to each other. Both our bare legs are stretched out alongside each other's. I slink my arm around her and lean her shoulder against my chest. She leans against me securely. I like the way I can support her, physically at least. So in nothing but our underwear, plus a baggy t-shirt, her glorious urbane hair cushioning between us, I watch, over her shoulder as she opens the little white photo album. It's embossed with gold trim, an imprinted gold cross on the cover. She takes deep breath, her back pressing further against my chest as she does, and she opens the front cover. "This was Angelus. Angelus Fiorentino-Cullen. My son."