Rekindles Ashes
Chapter 29: You and Me
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, sadly, otherwise I would have a nice log cabin in the woods where I would be a complete recluse and write until my heart was content. Instead, I have a full time job! So, that being said, the characters all belong to Stephenie Meyer, but the story came from my twisted little mind. Rated M.
Hey, won't you stay with me tonight?
All night
Stay by Gregory Douglass
Bella's heart was in her throat as Jasper's hands moved down to her ass and pulled her up his body. Even with her heart stampeding in her chest, she had the mind to wrap her arms around his neck. When she finally came to his height, her lips melted with his in their perfect synchronized dance. Something akin to fire traveled through her veins and spread a heat through her body she'd only ever felt once before.
"You did this for us?" Jasper asked against her lips, following the candles to the stairs. There was no trace of the deep southern accent he'd used just moments before. He was talking to her earnestly.
"Yes," Bella admitted breathlessly. "We're alone here, and you promised to finish what you started."
"You're playing with fire, baby. I want this with everything I am, but for the first time in my life I think I may be scared."
Bella pulled back as he continued to move up the stairs slowly. The flames flickering from the candles sent shadows dancing over his face in the darkened stairway. He'd always been honest with her, but this was more than she'd been prepared for. She couldn't imagine Jasper ever being scared.
"What are you scared of?" she whispered, one of her hands coming forward to brush some loose strands from his forehead.
"Hurting you. Always of hurting you."
"Don't think about it. I promise if you start to hurt me, you'll be the first to know about it. It's a risk I'm willing to take."
Jasper pushed into her old room. She'd made sure before that everything was how it should have been. As small as the room was, her dad had still managed to give Bella her dream room for when she'd visited. The queen Bed was pushed up against the far wall and dominated the room. The dresser and desk were squeezed into available spaces, and on the wall was a message board with pictures Bella had pinned there the last time she'd been here as a child.
Jasper didn't even seem to notice his surroundings. He was too enveloped in Bella to care about what was pinned to the wall or the color of the comforter. He lowered her onto the bed making Bella's breath catch in her throat. As he pulled back slowly, his hands moved down her sides, his thumbs inadvertently brushing the sides of her breasts, making her back arch slightly from the bed.
He seemed to regard her body with such reverence, Bella watched him as his eyes drank in every curve as he retreated from hovering over her. When his hands reached her thighs, her body almost exploded with anticipation.
"You really want this," Jasper said, almost surprised. It was as though he'd only figured it out. "I can smell your arousal," he hummed, his eyes turning from Saffron to gold as the almost sparkled in the dim light that was filtering in around the curtains. "Beautiful."
Jasper reached out for her hands, and pulled her into a sitting position as he got to his knees between her legs. Her mahogany hair hung like a curtain around them, and Bella couldn't believe how hard her heart was beating in her chest. She was clueless as to what she was supposed to do in this situation. Everything was new to her. Although, even with this knowledge, she never once considered stopping or postponing what she was hoping would happen. She loved Jasper, with everything she was, and she wanted to show him, even if she didn't have a clue what she was doing.
His skilled hands removed her shirt for the second time in so many days. His cool flesh brushed against hers as he pulled the material over her head and discarded it by his knees. His nimble fingers immediately moved to her back and unclipped her bra with an expert touch. He guided he straps down over her arms and his eyes lingered on her chest the hunger and need making him subtly shift his hips.
Bella was too aware of her scars in the cool room, in an attempt to stop herself from shutting down, she caught Jasper's eyes with her own. He seemed to understand what she needed and held her gaze for the longest moment. The only thing Bella could see in those pools of gold was the love Jasper felt for her. It swayed like a golden cornfield in the late summer afternoon, telling her how much he wanted this; wanted her.
To even things between them, Bella's shaking hands reached for his button up, her finger fumbling as she pushed the buttons through the small gaps. Jasper's endless patience never wavered as he kept his eyes on hers and his hands explored the expanse of skin he'd already exposed. When she finally pushed the material over his shoulders, he worked with her, dumping the fabric by his knees as he had with hers.
Now they were both topless and skin-to-skin, Bella let her eyes wander over the perfect formed muscles that ran over Jasper's torso. Every muscle was well defined and solid, the skin stretching over them like gentle caresses as Bella's hand ran over them. Her fingers seemed to linger in the ridges of his abs before they fell into the well-defined line that arced in and below his jeans.
"You're . . ." Bella trailed off, she was having difficulties trying to find the right words to describe this man and his body. Beautiful seemed almost like an insult. It didn't do it justice.
In one swift move, Jasper gripped Bella's waist and moved her toward the center of the bed before he crawled on the bed himself on his hands and knees like a predator. One of his knees slid between her thighs and pushed against her in the most sultry fashion. Unable to control her reaction, Bella's body bowed from the bed as Jasper caught the moan that fell from her mouth with his own.
Bella felt as though her body were on fire. Everywhere Jasper touched, her skin pebbled and ignited, his lips, normally so gentle against hers, became hungry as her breaths became pants and her moans became mews of pleasure.
She knew Jasper was moving slowly to keep her comfortable, to keep himself in control, but he was driving her to distraction. Her thighs rubbed against the leg of his that was pushed against her body. It was an attempt to create friction between her thighs where her need for him blossomed with every kiss and every touch.
His lips slowly moved from hers, and progressed down the column of her neck, until his nose was breathing in the scent of her carotid artery. Knowing he was a vampire, it should have scared her, but the eroticism of the moment only meant her hands tangled in his hair and scratched against his scalp gently. In that moment in time, she could have cared less what happened to her. Her body was so receptive of every movement of his, her skin pebbling under his cool touch.
Jasper didn't linger as long as Bella would have liked. His lips coasted over her skin and down between the valley of her breasts before he detoured and made his way over the swell of her breast. His cool breath lingered around the already taut skin of her nipple, without warning, he dipped his head and pulled it between his lips, where he flicked gently with his tongue.
Bella's body convulsed under his actions, her spine curved pushing her from the bed as his other hand rode up her spine and around her back, holding her to him as she lost herself in the feeling. Never in her life had Bella imagined her first time to be like this. There was such a sense of danger around the act that it spurred her on. Even as Jasper switched his ministrations to the neglected nipple, she found herself longing for him to go further, faster, to extinguish the fire between her thighs.
As Jasper started his descent south, Bella froze without any conscious though of doing so. Her reflection in the mirror flashed in her eyes. The carved flesh and deep pits of her scars were all that were on her mind. She knew she needed to push past this, that she had to get past the ugliness she felt emanating from the area, but she'd been staring at it for months, she couldn't ignore it.
It wasn't until Jasper ran his tongue over one of the ridges that Bella finally forgot what she was worried about, the pattern of his tongue sent her mind reeling into oblivion and beyond.
"So beautiful." Jasper mumbled against her skin sending vibrations through her body like little sparks that joined the fire in her abdomen. He kissed further down until he reached the waist of her jeans that hung low on her hips.
"Are you sure?" He mumbled, looking up at her, his eyes a dark gold that sent shivers down her spine. She nodded without hesitation and he popped the button holding her jeans together.
. . .
Every aspect of Bella's arousal seemed to close in on Jasper as he broke one of the last borders between him and the one place on Bella's body he longed to worship. Her hooded eyes were so filled with lust and need, it took everything in him to keep his control. Her emotions, filled with love and lust, assaulted him continually, and the scents rising from her body were pulling him into the verge of frenzy.
Each bite of the zipper on her jeans filled the air around him. He moved slowly as though unwrapping something delicate, which in his mind, he was. The moment he had pulled it as far down as he could, Bella raised her hips allowing him to tug them down her long legs slowly. Below the denim, he could see the very feminine, white cotton panties that somehow suited her and made him more aroused than he had been. Even though he hadn't thought that was possible.
Bella bent her legs as he pulled the last of the material from her slender legs. As they fell back to the bed, Bella rearranged them so they fell slightly bent on either side of him. Her whole body was convulsing with small tremors of excitement. He leaned forward and listened as her breath caught, a small smile played on his lips as he dropped a kiss on her inner thigh. He wasn't going to rush this. He wanted to take in every inch of her skin.
Oh but the way her body made room to accept him. He was losing his control slowly but surely, but he never forgot who he was with or what could happen if he let the tenuous hold on his need for her snap. He wasn't sure how he was going to hold back once he was inside her. The thought of it almost made his lust addled mind take the helm.
In a moment of weakness, he ripped the soft cotton. It exposed the most private part of her body to him. Now he could not only smell, but see how ready she was for him. Part of him felt like an animal for his observations. She loved him and she trusted him, and he was trying to be deserving of that.
His fingers trailed up to where her legs met her body, and ran along the silken skin of her lips making her body convulse and a moan fall from her lips. Now he was out of her reach, her fingers clawed at the bed below her, while her hair fanned out around her. She looked like an Angel in the process of falling.
Taking a change, he dipped a finger inside of her, and felt the heat encompass him. His erection strained painfully against his jeans as he gently pumped inside of her. He explored a little further, and found something he'd never thought he'd find. She still had her virtue.
He should have known with her innocence. It made sense to him. She was so pure and untouched and she was giving him that piece of herself. He brought his thumb to the bundle of nerves and made slow circles until she writhed above him. Sure she was distracted, he pushed his fingers deeper into her. His eyes closing at the small hiss of pain that fell through her teeth.
"It's over." He mumbled, kissing her thigh. "Relax."
Trusting him, she tried to regain control of her breathing. He hadn't stopped moving his fingers even through her small gasp of pain, and she was quickly falling toward euphoria as he worked her with his fingers.
"Oh God, Jasper." She groaned, her fingers tangling roughly against the bed, her joints popping with the effort. Her body twisted around his hands and he longed to bring his mouth to where he was giving her pleasure, but it was too dangerous.
She came in a wave of shudders and gasps. His name falling from her swollen lips as her eyes rolled under the thin membrane of skin. Her legs, still bent on either side of him, trembled before sliding to the bed with the last exhalation of her breath.
Bella lay there for a moment, breathing heavily with a small smile of satisfaction on her lips. Jasper watched her reverently as she recovered her breath. He watched as her fingers tangled into her messy hair and gripped the roots. She was glowing in the aftermath, and to Jasper she looked beautiful. He didn't move as she came down from her little high, in all honesty, he was afraid to. His body was primed and hard, and the suffocation was becoming painful.
When her eyes finally fluttered open, they met his. He'd wondered, briefly, whether this would have been enough for her, just until he was sure of his control. Bella, however, had other ideas. He could see the wanton lust in her eyes. It drank him in and made his length run against the denim cage. When she sat forward, he tried to make himself more comfortable, but it was unnecessary. Her hands moved to the button of his pants and popped it free.
She worked as slowly as he had. Rolling him onto his back so she could give him the attention he'd given her. As she had done, he raised his hips and watched as she pulled the jeans down his legs, her eyes wide and on his length as it stood tall and proud. As soon as she had deposited the jeans onto the floor, she worked her hands up his legs making him close his eyes at the sensation. The heat of her hands moved slowly as she made her way up his body.
His senses were so concentrated on her hands, his fingers pushed through the mattress as her tongue ran up the underside of his erection. He hadn't expected it, and the warmth hand almost made him come from the mere touch of her heated mouth. Her eyes met his and she smiled seductively making him twitch.
"Is that . . . Okay?" she asked, her shyness coming from her inexperience. Jasper swallowed hard and nodded his approval as she tried again, her small tongue circling the head of him before enveloping him in the heat of her mouth.
"Holy shit!" He managed, before his words were cut off and his head fell back. It had been so long since he'd been with anyone. So long since he'd had this with anyone he wanted. He'd never expected Bella to do this, not that he hadn't wanted it, of course. As he'd said before he was a man.
His body shuddered as she took him deeper and deeper within her mouth. Much more and he wasn't sure he'd last that long. He'd been so used to his own hand that this was proving to be testing his stamina. Not that it would take him long to recover.
His mind was on the verge of shutting down and letting instinct take over the closer he came to his release. He forced himself to focus on Bella, the way her hair fell over her shoulders as she took him into her mouth. The way her breasts bounced as she lowered herself further down.
Bella sat up as his body shuddered and readied itself for release, her eyes wide as she took in the power she had over his body. Her arousal was like a siren call to him, and before she could go back to her ministrations, he flipped her onto her back in one gentle movement, pressing his lips to hers.
Her fingers ran through his hair and did that gentle scratching on his scalp that made him shudder with pleasure. She had no idea of the effect she had on him.
"Jasper." She hummed his name with desire. Her lips caressing the syllables with love as her fingers continued their gentle scratching. "I need you."
Without another word, she hooked her legs around his hips and gulped down her anticipation. Her hips rose from the bed to meet his and he froze as he felt the heat of her near him.
Counting to ten, he finally let his hand come between them. Bella was still wet for him, and he almost came just thinking about how she would surround him. Guiding himself into her, her breathing stuttered and stopped altogether. The head of him was singing as the heat of her surrounded the tip. It felt so much warmer than her mouth. It beckoned to him, inviting him deeper, but he froze.
"Bella?"
"I just . . . Oh, Jasper."
He stayed where he was, on the precipice of utopia as she fought to catch her breath. Then her heels pushed on his ass, guiding him deeper inside of her. He looked up and caught her eyes and she nodded her assent. With that, he pushed deeper and let out a sigh of pure pleasure as the heat of her surrounded him completely.
He stayed still as she adjusted to him. His mind was reeling, his body almost taking over his thoughts as the indescribable feel of her radiated through his body. She loosened her legs grip and he pulled back, listening to the stutter of her breaths as he did.
It didn't take long to find a momentum that fit them both. Occasionally picking up his tempo, the friction of their bodies melded together became almost unbearable. His hands tangled in the bedding around her, his fingers tangling with the springs as he gripped and fought for control. He sped up, his eyes finally meeting Bella's. She moved with him, accepting him within her as her breathing became loud and labored.
It didn't take long for his body to tighten and ready itself for release, her heat and tightness milked him as he moved against her. It was a slow burn that started running through his body like fire. As his shoulders tightened, and his muscles locked, Bella closed her eyes and tightened around him. He fell undone a second later and released inside of her as her arms wrapped around him.
"I love you, Jasper." She sighed, her body arching into his.
It was in that moment that his bloodlust flared like the fires of hell consuming him. He bit it back, swallowed the venom that pooled in his mouth, but he had to leave. There would be no basking in the post coital afterglow of the best sex of his life, he was too afraid of losing control.
"I have to go." He grunted, feeling like an asshole.
"But . . ." The look on Bella's face crushed his unbeating heart.
"Stay where you are. I will be back as soon as I can. I'm so sorry."
With that, he retreated from her warm body, his hand cupping her cheek. In a blink he had on his jeans and ran from the house and into the cover of the forest. Hoping she would one day forgive him for it.
Authors Note: I hope that was tasteful as I tried to write it lol. I wanted it to be emotional for the two of them, and not focus so much on the actions. For these two it was an important moment and brought them together more solidly than anything they've done up to this point. I know that Jasper's actions may be taken wrong, but the last thing he wanted to do was bite her because his hold on control was at a breaking point. He would never forgive himself and I think he would have stayed away from her if it had happened. Even if she was more durable after the fact, he loves her too much to live with the idea of hurting her and taking away her human life. He has her up on a pedestal and her humanity is something he cherishes about her.
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