***************** WARNING ******************

***** LEMON CONTENT *****

Instead of heading for the front door Jacob walks to the side of the house, near the large tree in his garden and I only have a split second to wonder what he's doing before he leaps up into the air. I shriek in surprise as he grasps a branch one-handed and then swings us, feet first, through an open window.

"What's wrong with the stairs?!" I exclaim, feeling like I've had all the air knocked out of me.

"I thought my physical prowess would score me back some manly points," he jokes, giving my behind a playful squeeze.

"Or scare me half to death."

"Oh shut up Rosalie," he growls, and then I'm on my back on a bed that I presume is Jacob's with him on top of me, devouring me ravenously, his large hands all over me. It's hot and intense and his body is heavy on top of mine and I can't get enough, clawing at his t-shirt. He pauses, lifting his body and stripping off his top to reveal his massive, ripped chest and then he starts to tug at my clothes in turn. My coat, blouse and bra are thrown to the floor within seconds, and if it weren't for the fact that I feel so safe with Jacob I might almost start to feel shy at the way he stares at me then, his eyes dark and hungry.

He's on me again, one hand exploring every inch of my skin, cupping my breast, firm but gentle as his mouth starts to trail along my neck then back again to my lips. I can feel that he wants me, and just knowing I have that effect on him is so gratifying, my own body responding in kind. His heat disappears again as he stands at the end of the bed, his chest heaving, breathless.

"Take those off for me?" he asks, and if it weren't for his understandable first time jitters I think it would be more of a command than a request. I grin back up at him as I kick off my boots and unbutton my jeans, then shimmy them off as seductively as I can manage, thanking the Lord that my love of regular personal grooming means that my legs are still passably smooth. All the while Jacob has just stood and watched, his Adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. I take hold of the sides of my underwear and see his mouth open just the tiniest bit in anticipation and I decide to use this to my advantage instead. I smile wickedly at him and leave my underwear in place, instead getting on all fours and crawling to him at the end of the bed.

"I think you need to catch up Jacob," I comment and he laughs, taking his belt in hand. I sit up on my haunches and pull his hands away, shaking my head. "Let me." His eyebrows rise but he doesn't argue, letting me undo his belt and lean forward, placing my lips on his washboard stomach. As I undo the buttons, placing light, feathery kisses along his skin, I feel him quiver and then he kicks off his boots as I let his jeans fall to the floor. When I lean back to inspect my work I can't help but start to grin again. How did I ever get this lucky? His tight boxers are slung low on his hips, flattering in all the best ways and I start to bite my lip once more.

"Happy now?" he asks cockily, glancing down at himself.

"Almost," comes my breathy reply and he smiles down at me as I shuffle my way back to the head of the bed. He climbs after me, a wolf stalking his prey. And then for no apparent reason, as he positions himself on top of me and begins to kiss me, it's like the mood has changed. Instead of fierce, he's tender. Instead of rushing, eager hands, his touch is reverent. It's different but it's still wonderful, and I ache for him just as strongly as before. When he starts to pull down my underwear, his fingers gliding over my skin, he mimics my actions and places his soft lips against my stomach. Try as I may, I end up giggling. But he just smiles up at me anyway, the corners of his eyes creasing and then smoothing out again as he takes in every bit of me with his gaze.

"You're perfect," he tells me wistfully, and before I can scoff in disagreement he's kissing me again. I let him free of his boxers which then fall on the floor with a soft thump when he kicks them off awkwardly and when I touch him, squeezing, he gasps aloud, eyes flying wide. He buries his head against my neck, kissing, nibbling as he pushes against my hand and I can see his shoulder muscles begin to shake. "Rosalie," he groans huskily into my ear, before tugging on the lobe with his teeth. I don't think my own name has ever sounded so sexy before.

My own need starts to become too great as I get more and more aroused by Jacob's breathy gasps and groans. I guide him into position gently, saying his name to get his attention and make eye contact, to check that this is really, truly, what he wants. He doesn't need to say a word, he just instinctively moves inside of me, excruciatingly and ecstatically slowly, his eyes closing, frowning despite his moan of pleasure. He pauses there a moment and we're both panting, my fingernails gripping onto his strong back, and then he starts to move again. Back and forth, over and over in albeit, not the steadiest of rhythms, his whole body shaking.

I don't think I've ever felt so completely encompassed and absorbed by anyone else, ever. Both are bodies are so hot, so tightly pressed together, locked at the mouth and at the hips, I can barely tell where he ends and I begin. He has me completely enthralled, utterly entranced by him. I don't ever want this to stop, because I know I won't ever be whole again now I know what completeness is, how it feels.

He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him.

"Please," he groans, glancing down to where he's asking me to move and pulling gently on my hips. I don't think I could deny him anything at all at this point. I willingly comply, picking up the pace and the rhythm as I grind. The view below me is spectacular, muscles all gleaming with sweat, soft lips open and panting, eyes taking in all of me and then locking with mine. My body that was already scorching all over starts to burn even hotter where we're joined, a fire growing between my legs that gets brighter and brighter until finally it explodes. I see a thousand embers shooting bright behind my eyelids, crying out for Jacob and gripping at his chest, every muscle in my body tensing over and over. I'm still coming down, my body beginning to shake, when I feel his grip on my hips get tighter too. I feel them buckle underneath me, pushing up, upwards, his hand clutching the back of my neck and bringing my body right down to press against his as he climaxes in a series of broken, gasping moans.