A/N: Here's some late holiday cheer.
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Okay, onwards with our J/B story
The Swan's front door was cracked when Jacob arrived. He'd driven his little, red rabbit as fast as he could when he got Bella's very excited phone call.
"Jake!" her voice sounded very happy.
"What wrong, Bells? It's four in the morning," Jake's croaky voice told her how deep he'd been sleeping.
"Charlie just got called into work and I want to give you your Christmas present early," her voice was low and sultry and Jake was suddenly wide awake. "And you can bring me down to your house after for Christmas breakfast. Dad said he'd meet me there." Jake had his pants on before she finished the last sentence.
There was a soft glow emanating from the Christmas tree in the living room and Jake smiled at it as he walked by. They'd spent an evening decorating it while Charlie teased him from the chair. It was a great night and Jake loved how accepting Charlie was of his new arrangement with his daughter.
Jake crept up the stairs and he could smell Bella's favorite peppermint Christmas candle burning. She used to hate this time of year, but each year spent in Forks granted her a little more holiday spirit. Jake loved this time of year because it reminded him of his mother and Bella's new found holiday cheer just made it better.
"Bells?" Jake called before he reached her bedroom door which was also cracked just a bit. The warm, inviting light spilled into the hallway.
"Come in, Jacob. Santa's helper wants to sit on your lap," came the answer that made Captain Winky take notice. He pushed the bedroom door open to the soft glow of about fifteen candles and Bella standing at the foot of her bed in the sexiest get-up Jacob had ever seen.
"Shit, Bells," he muttered before he could stop himself.
"Do you like it?" she asked, raising her hand above her head giving him a perfect view of her barely there red costume. It consisted of a little red skirt—that Jake could only describe as a tutu— that barely covered her ass. It rested below her hipbones, and had she not shaved her kitty bare would have revealed the top of her happy patch. The edges were lined with white fur and as Jake was considering the lovely scrap of fabric she shifted her hips to tease him. "It's crotchless," she whispered. Bella was definitely becoming bolder, but that didn't keep the blush from blooming up her neck. Jake thought it was beautiful.
Mr. Winky was at attention.
On top was a sheer, see through, red bra lined in the same white fur, but his eyes only sought out her puckered little buds that he wanted so much to taste.
"Have you been naughty or nice, Jacob Black?" Bella asked in an authoritative tone.
"Oh, I've been very, very naughty," Jake smiled a smile so sexy that Bella almost lost her train of thought. He moved towards her slowly and watched her as Bella bit her lip and ran her hand across her milky-white stomach, fingering her navel, then down to the top edge of her little skirt.
"That's a good thing, Mr. Black. I'm only sent to give gifts to naughty boys." Jake liked this game very much. He reached her and placed his huge palm on her waist and ran his thumb over the silky smooth skin.
"God, Bella, you look amazing!" He dipped his head to kiss her neck. She tasted sweet and smelled of honey.
"You're a bit over dressed," she stated while her fingers deftly unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. His pants dropped to the floor with a soft thud. "You are a naughty boy. No skivvies?"
"No time. You said to hurry," he said as she pulled his shirt up his torso. She was too short to pull it over his head, so he helped her out.
"Sit," she commanded. Yes, Jake really liked this game. He did as he was told. It put her perky breasts at eye level and he reached up two brown hands to cup to soft white mounds, like testing the ripeness of his Christmas oranges. "Scoot back a bit," came another command that he quickly obeyed. She climbed on top of him reaching down to stroke his dick, causing him to groan.
"Merry Christmas, lover," she said before she wrapped her arms around his neck and devoured his lips. Jake could feel her heat sliding over him as she ground her hips into his. She pushed him back so he was laying on the bed and left a line of kisses down his jaw to his neck and then to his nipples that she sucked and teased until his hips bucked up into her. That's when he was reminded that the little tutu was crotchless.
"Bells, men don't need foreplay!" Jake groaned. "I want to fuck you."
She giggled.
"I know, but you've been very naughty, Jacob Black," she repeated as she continued to move down his body planting kisses and licks and nibbles along her way. "Look up, naughty boy."
Jake looked up and strung up in the twinkle lights that illuminated her room all year long was a full-length mirror so that he could see everything she was doing to him. He looked at the reflected image of his naked body sprawled across her double bed, legs spread, while the goddess dressed in a skimpy, red, Santa costume kissed and bit her way down his body. He didn't know how it was possible, but he got even harder. It was at that moment that he felt her lips wrap around his pulsing dick.
"Mmmmmm," Bella hummed with her mouth full. She pulled back and licked around the ridge, "I love sucking your dick," Jake loved hearing her say it. Never, in a million years, could he have ever imagined that those words would escape Bella Swan's mouth. It was like a Christmas miracle.
"I love that you love it," he grunted back. "Fuck Bella, that feels so good." She'd really perfected her technique. She sucked and licked and rubbed in all the right spots. Jake's fingers found his own nipples as he was lost in the sensation of his Yuletide morning felatio. He opened his eyes again to look in the mirror. Fuck that was sexy to watch as it was happening to him.
"Bella, I want to come inside you, not in your mouth," Jake grunted with the effort of staving off his orgasm.
"I can agree to that, naughty boy," said peeking up from her task. His eyes met her and she gave his dick on last, long lick before she crawled up his body and mounted him. She didn't waste any time and began bouncing on top of him. Jake couldn't decide where to look—should he look up at the mirror, or should he look at his perfect Bella riding him and jiggling in all the right places? He just didn't know, so his eyes moved back and forth.
"Like what you see?" she asked, amused watching his eyes dart back and forth as she huffed trying to pull her own orgasm closer. Jake's hands had found her hips under her little tutu skirt, but he moved one so his thumb could circle her clit.
"Oh, yeah, Jake!" she said and sped up her pace. Bella's bed creaked and he remembered that she'd told him how much that noise turned her on. He loved this dirty, sexy side of his Bella the he'd help bring to life. He liked that she only shared it with him. He was a little disappointed that he wouldn't be able to brag about his experience to his fucktard friends and make them all jealous as shit, but he'd get over that when he saw her "O" face. It was close, he could tell.
"Come on, Bells. Fuck me good, you dirty little santa." Her pants and sighs turned into her pre-cum moan that always made his balls tighten. It was like his body knew it couldn't come until hers did. "Come, baby. Fucking come!"
Bella turned her face up and opened her eyes, catching his in the mirror. Her mouth opened in that delicious, beautiful way right as she yelled, "JAAAAAAAAAKE!" Her orgasm ripped through her, pulling his from him. They watched each other in the suspended mirror as they rode out their pleasure, bucking and thrusting and pumping until Bella finally collapsed on top of him, panting and sighing.
"I love you so much," Jake whispered into long, chestnut locks she'd left loose because she knew he liked it.
"Merry Christmas," Bella panted to try to catch her breath. She'd done all the work. "I love you, too. So much."
"I can tell," Jake smiled. She ran her arms under him again and rested on his chest to listen to his heart. This had become a habit over the last few weeks. Jake ran his hands up and down her back, over her ass, and into the dip of her waist. "That mirror is a nice touch. What made you think of it?"
"If I told you, you'd laugh," Bella said before his nipple caught her eye. She reached over and flicked it with her tongue, nibbled a little, then licked it again. Jake remembered that it was her fascination with his nipples that started this whole thing.
"I may laugh, but only because you are the funniest person I know," Jake said.
"Well, when we were fucking in the bathroom one time, I looked over your shoulder into the mirror and it kind of turned me on. Then I wondered what the rest of us looked like. Then I figured if it turned me on, it'd turn you on," she smirked up at him.
"You were right and I'm laughing because it's true," Jake said through his chuckles. He pulled her up to kiss her again and as his lips moved down her throat he noticed the sweet scent and taste again. "Why do you smell like honey?"
"It's called Honey Dust," Bella smirked. "Wanna find out where all I put it and if there are any other flavors?" Captain Winky, who was still at home inside his pleasure palace, decided it was time to wake up from his nap.
"Merry Christmas to me," Jake said before he flipped her over with a yelp.
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