A.N.: Wanted to get this out asap...and here it finally is
So sorry for the previous chappie's cliffy...so (sorta) sorry for this other cliffy *hides face*...love you guys and all your reviews, please keep them coming, don't hold back now :D
Continuing Lemon Alert...Please no under-age reading
Chapter 25
Bella knew what she was doing when she decided to prepare breakfast in the buff. Also she'd left home without panties...Their escapade had been an impromptu one after all...
A year ago, hell even a couple weeks ago, Bella would never have thought she could move about so casually, so freely in the nude. She would have never believed that she'd just throw caution to the wind like she had. She was always one to plan out everything to a perfect tee as testament to her endless cache of to-do lists. She'd always executed her daily routines like clockwork. Which probably was a good thing with these new circumstances.
But Bella had lost control in Sam's arms...and she didn't care to find it back.
As the first blush of dawn had parted the darkness in the skylight overhead, she'd woken in an embrace of heat, surrounded by his hard body.
For a few long moments, she'd watched him as he slept, still disbelieving of the incredible passion they'd shared. In repose, he looked younger than his age, so boyish with his dark hair innocently tussled. She'd wanted to feel the soft silkiness again but she knew her touch would wake him, so she let him sleep. He certainly needed sleep, if not rest...
She'd started to slip on one of the few shirts he kept in the cabin but a mischievous smile tugged at her lips and she'd shrugged the shirt off.
The way he touched her gave her a new found appreciation for her body. Whenever she looks in the mirror, she wouldn't just see the usual pale, plain reflection staring back at her. But more than that, he looks at her as if he could see beneath her layers, see beyond the physical as no one ever has.
As the ham sizzled on the stove and eggs cracked into a bowl for omelets, Bella recalls the way he'd rocked into her after she explicitly told him to take her...
He'd been slow and gentle at first until all her lingering discomfort melted away. The heat of his bare body covering hers felt even better than she imagined it would.
With that thrilling unexpected gruffness, he'd pinned her hands with just one of his own, stretching her arms above her head. A savage growl, more wolf than human echoed along the length of her body, in her body as he nuzzled his face between her shoulder and neck, withdrawing his fullness from her.
Static tendrils of gratifying, logic-defying shock made her cry out when he crashed back into her, his hips slapping against her, filling her so completely. The sharp edges of his teeth sank into the soft skin of her neck as he stroked her again and again with sweet friction, the salty aroma of blood drifting in the air. Bella felt no pain. But she'd shuddered against him as she experienced a twinge of fear.
Fear that she would not survive the wave of pleasure flooding her.
Hands sliding down to her hips, he'd lifted her slightly off the bed as he pounded into her.
And she just lost it.
Lost her last, clinging control over her body. And her very consciousness...
A light-headed buzz sparked her vision to a pure white before the forceful pleasure of it spiralled her into darkness.
She'd been roused awake by the wet trail of his tongue...
His face had been sandwiched between her thighs. Each flick of his tongue soothed her sore, sensitive flesh until tingles of desire shot through her again. In her barely roused fuzziness, she'd curled up from the bed reaching forward to bury her fingers in the satiny strands right at the nape of his neck, rocking her hips to his exploring mouth...
With each lavish lick, she awakened further from her involuntary black-out until she was fully aware again. He licked tantalizing hot circles around that tight little knot of tension he was making her become familiar with. When he suckled that small bud between his lips, the firm tip of his tongue pressing against the tiny spot, her pleasure escaped her again, in a hot gush...
Bella fell back onto the bed, a cry torn from her. She moved her hands blindly over his head, gripping the soft silky strands in her fists as the waves of bliss washed over her.
Relaxing her grip in his hair, her shudders finally slowed. But he hadn't...he didn't stop.
"Sam..." Bella stuttered his name raggedly. But he didn't answer, his face still nestled between her thighs, his large hands clamped possessively on her hips as he kept licking at her. Deep vibrations resounded through her quivering body from the low growls Sam made, too low for her to hear but she could feel them.
A pang of realization made her heart skip a beat. She realized the wolf was still dominant right then. She had instinctively known that he'd been making love to her with an animalistic passion stripped of all human inhibitions. More like the wolf he inherently is...
Yet in the aftermath of his hot, primal mating when he'd claimed her virginity, and then frenzily licked her back into consciousness, he then revealed the tamer, gentler side of his wolf. Despite the low growls still vibrating against her, he tenderly stroked his warm tongue along her sensitized flesh, long, languorous licks that made her feel like his own personal work of art.
Bella inhaled sharply when he'd slid up her body, his silver sparked dark eyes seeking her out once more, his lips and jaw coated in her juices. She'd figured it was so wrong of her to think that he'd never looked sexier...She'd moaned into his mouth when she tasted herself on his tongue...
Bella sighed against his lips, her eyes half lidded as she snuggled close to him.
But he wasn't done with her yet.
He was staring at her in that way, the way that always drew her in, the wordless connection that isolated them together in their own world.
He slid into her still damp folds, his eyes never leaving hers, as her tender flesh gripped him with each searing glide of his hard body. Bella found his rhythm, merging her movements with his, her body flowing sinuously against him. She wouldn't have it any other way than the pace he sets...where he leads she blissfully follows...and he leads so well...
Staring deeply into each other's eyes, they came together, an instinctive united powerful orgasm just as shattering and intense as when he'd first took her.
He'd held her so tightly in his arms afterwards, his body a heated haven that somehow cooled the shivering aftermath of her wild responses to him. He kept scenting her, running the tip of his nose along her jaw. He licked at the slightly swollen patch of skin he'd bitten and the wet feel of his mouth seemed like an antidote. She couldn't even call it a wound because it just didn't hurt at all even though the skin had been broken.
The first vestiges of exhaustion had crept up on her and she'd slept.
Sometime in the deep of the night, she'd woken to find his hot, dark eyes pinned on her. A lamp somewhere in the room bathed his rugged features in a warm, golden glow. He was propped up on his elbow as he lay facing her, his heated fingers making tantalizing circles on her hip.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked, averting those dark eyes from her. But Bella was having none of his reticence now. With nimble fingers, she cradled his jaw turning his face towards her. She'd sighed softly as his straightforward gaze sought hers again.
Bella propped herself up, staring into the fathomless depths of his eyes. "No..." She said soundly.
"I..I don't want you to ever regret us, Bella." Sam whispered. And she saw it again. That vulnerability encroaching into his dominant gaze. That uncertainty. Right then, the irrepressible urge to reassure him suffused her until she could barely breathe.
"That won't happen, Sam. I promise..."
His gaze locked on hers, Sam gathered her into his arms. Bella fit with him so perfectly, hooking her leg over his hip, snuggling closer into his strangely soothing heat. She'd never been more aware of her own curves as he held her...
"He's unleashed now Bella. My wolf. And he doesn't want to go back in. He's claimed you. I have claimed you. I'll never get enough of you now. You have to tell me at any point if this gets too much for you...if I hurt you in any way." Sam leans back to meet her gaze again. "If you tell me to stop, I will...promise me you will tell me if I hurt you..."
"I promise..." Bella had whispered. She couldn't imagine Sam ever hurting her physically or otherwise. If anything, the indescribable intensity of pleasure he coaxed from her scared her just a little...
Bella had grinned at him a bit impishly in the dim light of the lamp. Putting her hand up in the semblance of a high-five, she'd quipped, "We're team no-sleep."
Shaking his head good naturedly, Sam had chuckled before lightly slapping his palm against hers. Then interlacing his long, hot fingers in her cool, fragile ones. And before she knew it, Bella had fallen asleep in his arms...
Standing in the small kitchen now, she can still feel clenching shudders assailing her like aftershocks. As if her body had been through an internal earthquake...collapsing her with monumental ecstasy...forever destroying her for anyone else's touch...
Bella had overheard snippets of conversations from her high school peers to know what she and Sam shared wasn't a typical first time experience. The heights he'd taken her to just couldn't be fully comprehended in the moment. Even in retrospection, the depth of pleasure she felt seems unbelievable ...You don't have that kind of experience easily, she thinks, you could live an entire lifetime without experiencing such a connection, a connection that went beyond the physical pleasure.
A slow smile stretches her lips. She'd experienced the real thing her first time. With him. And with a deep rooted gut certainty, Bella knows she wouldn't experience that with anyone else...
Inhaling a deep breath, Bella determinedly concentrates on making breakfast. She is well aware of his wolfen appetite which is probably the reason how the little cabin kitchen is fully stocked.
Glancing around the kitchen, she observes that it has the same rustic stone and wood walls that she'd seen at his house. And somehow everything smells new, as if the place is freshly built. It's so cozy, charming but raw and rough. Like him. There's even some small potted plants flourishing along the large, open bay window which opens out to the vibrant morning greenery of the forest. Being with him here, away from everyone and everything, is so real, feels so good, it almost hurts...
She could feel that energy crackling in the air that warns her senses that his eyes are on her.
Not turning around just yet, Bella moves slowly, instinctively switching off the stove. Because she knows if she doesn't, their breakfast will burn. Just as she is about to in the best way possible...
Within a few seconds, Sam's heat cloaks her. She can feel his silent deep breaths caressing her neck. Hot fingers sweep her hair to one side of her shoulder. And Bella's eyes drift close in bliss when Sam brushes his hand against the extra sensitive spot at the curve of her neck, fingertips gently stroking the still- reddened skin where his teeth marks linger...
His bite hadn't stung with pain but had drowned her with pleasure.
She can't help but lean back against the length of his bare body when he places a searing, open mouth kiss on his mark. Holding onto the lip of the wooden counter, Bella helplessly roates her hips against his hot arousal.
The vibration of his muffled growl against her neck makes her still for a brief moment. But he reaches with his hand, cupping her mound and dipping a long thick finger in the wetness he finds there. With his other hand, he plucks at her stiff, distended nipples, the coarse callusness of his palm feels so amazing against the full softness of her breasts.
In one fluid movement, he turns her around to face him, hoisting her onto the countertop so that she's lying back against the smooth wood. Breath catches in her throat when he pulls her towards him, the imprint of his palms on her thighs making deep, not-so-secret-anymore muscles clench within her. Bella hooks her legs around his lean hips, ensnared by his gaze.
"Good morning, Babygirl..." His deep tone is teasing, a slow, breath-taking smile stretching his sensual lips for an instant.
"G-good morning..." Bella manages to say before choking on an exhaled breath when he runs a warm hand along her calf, raising one foot to plant a soft kiss on her toes.
She's all laid out on the kitchen counter and he's looking at her, hot eyes traversing her body as if she's the most delicious feast. And she wants him to take her again, right here, right now.
And he does...
Sam leans his head back on the pristine bathroom tile with a short gasp, closing his eyes under the onslaught of the shower beating down above them and around them. The water flow is a cold temperature fed from a bubbling mountain stream but Bella feels anything but cold. She watches as he swallows deeply and she presses a soft kiss along his bobbing Adam's apple. He's still holding her up effortlessly in his arms, her legs are wrapped around him. She can feel him, his hard length still throbbing within her.
The afternoon sun unrelentlessly shines down in the outdoor shower bathing her in its warmth. But it can in no way compare to the warmth wrapped around her and the warmth blossoming in her.
He raises his head, opening his eyes. They're his signature human dark hue again, a brown so deep that it's almost black. He has the darkest eyes she's ever seen.
"Are you ok? " He asks, his gaze moving closely over her face.
"Mmhm..." Bella murmurs, caressing the sculpted ridge of his shoulder.
He gently swipes the wet strands of hair sticking to her cheek, running his nose along the line of her chin.
Bella's eyes slide close, her breathing getting distinctly erratic again. He nips softly at her skin, her neck...his mark...eliciting a moan from her. Then he's licking at her lips and Bella sucks his full bottom lip, biting down on the velvet flesh. He snarls against her.
Opening her eyes, she stares directly into Sam's heated gaze, a silvery omen of what's to come.
With careful attention in contrast to the almost ferocious look in his eyes, he gently separates their bodies, but he doesn't set her on her feet.
Firm hands resting lightly about her waist, he carries her out of the outdoor shower stall...and into the shade of a redwood that soars at least a couple hundred feet above them. The towering tree's tiny blossoms filter down from its great height, creating a carpet on the low grass in this shaded spot.
Bella's heart is thundering so loudly she thinks he can hear it.
Still cradling her in his arms, he lowers his head to capture her lips with his. Bella drapes her arms around him, fingers digging into the smooth chiselled muscles of his back. She twists and turns in his arms, anxious to get even closer, their shower-wet bodies slipping and sliding against each other as they lick at each other's mouths hungrily.
Never stopping their torrid, thorough kiss, Sam sinks down to the forest floor taking her with him.
She's now seated intimately atop his folded legs within the embrace of his steely arms. She can feel his heat pressing against her, jerking against her wetness, making her ready for him again. Feeling her control slipping down its inevitable path, Bella squirms against him.
"Could never have enough of you." He growls against her open mouth, his large hands cupping her chin. Bella inhales his addictive scent. Being with him feels like more than a drug, it feels as if she needs to be with him like she needs the very air she breathes.
Opening her yes as their lips part, she's gripped in his dark silver molten gaze. That all consuming look in his eyes feeds her desire, making her move her hips in a slow, erotic dance.
With an audible growl she clearly hears, Sam's blunt fingertips lightly press into her skin when he slides his hands down to grip her hips, momentarily stilling her movements.
"Bella...I want you on your hands and knees when I fuck you..." His tone is unmistakenly commanding, gruff, and deeply sensual, igniting her even more...
Bella nods soundlessly, breath caught in her throat.
Without further warning, Bella finds herself clutching at the blossom strewn grass with frantic fingers, her knees digging into the soft Earth. A muffled gasp rasps its way out of her throat when he slides a thick finger into her. Her lips part in a wordless gasp when he does something with his finger making her flood his hand.
Then he's filling her again, thrusting against her, within her, his rough gliding strokes transporting her to yet another release even when she could hardly catch her breath from the release he'd beckoned forth with just his fingers.
Her body seems to have a mind of its own as she lowers her bare breasts, pressing her chest down into the grass so that she arches her back, rounding her butt aginst his tight torso. Bella's arms stretch out before her, her fingers reaching the sunlight that escapes their joined bodies from the shade of the trees.
"Yes...oh yes Bella...sweet Babygirl..." His voice is strangled, his breathing just as uncontrolled as hers and Bella revels in the sound of him, his hoarse whispers spurring her on. He trails his hand down the length of her back, tracing her spine, making her jolt against him.
Pushing back into his furious thrusts, she bucks her hips to meet him. With a harsh little sob, she can feel herself clench tightly around him, clinging to his pummelling thickness...feeling as if her own wild beast is being unleashed within her.
"Bella..." He hisses out her name with an uncontrolled abandon that adds to her budding excitement. That she's making him lose his control feels almost as good as his hot loving.
Leaning her cheek against the grass, unable to control her uneven breathing and whimpers, she feels his hot fingers brush her hair to one side. She can almost feel the heat of his gaze on her neck.
Sam growls, a deep low rumble of thunder in a lightening storm, and the sound of it resonates straight to her pulsating core. And the sensation pushes her over the edge. For a sublime moment, she feels as if her soul is soaring above her like a bright kite with the string attached not to her own quivering body but to him.
"God, I can feel you come, Bella... so good, so hot..." Sam leans over her, his sculpted chest pressing along her arched back, holding his weight above her in one hand and grasping her own outstretched hand tightly in his with the other.
He pulls that patch of overly sensitive skin between his lips, sucking roughly at his mark on her neck. Bella inhales sharply, tasting his scent all around her. He moves even faster in her, working his thick, hot length with a speed that makes Bella cry out, a throaty deep moan that she doesn't recognize as her own.
His hand gripping hers, their fingers interlaced is the only thing keeping her anchored, her sweat slicked body lunging forward with each powerful thrust of his hips.
His roar of release seems to echo through the marrow of her bones. And she feels the very lava-like essence of him exploding deep within her.
With a ragged gasp, Bella sways forward but Sam snags her in his arms before she could completely collapse on the grass. Turning over, he rolls unto his back so that she is lying on top of him.
They look at each other. Sam blows out a slow breath. And at the same moment, they both laugh breathlessly, Bella's exhausted giggles blending with his deep chuckles. She vaguely realizes that their bare bodies are now completely dry from their shared...shower... of just a few moments before.
He gently presses her head for her to lay against his chest. "Rest, Babygirl...you're going to need it."
Smiling contentedly, Bella lays her head against his sturdy chest, sighing softly.
But with that same uncanny intuitive connection that makes her so attuned to him, Bella feels his strong, sculpted body tense below hers. Curiously raising her head, she glances at Sam. But Sam isn't looking at her. He's looking beyond where they lie on the soft grass, behind her.
His dark eyes are twin mirrors reflecting sparks of silvery fury at whoever or whatever is certainly watching them...