Many thanks to shepeppy, my beta and best friend. She beta's the crap out of my fic – literally!
SM owns Twilight. I own Jake's choice in this chapter.
Chapter 37 – Yours & Mine
Chapter Songs:
Colorblind ~ Counting Crows
You and I Tonight ~ Faber Drive
Teardrop ~ Massive Attack
RPOV
I waited on baited breath as I looked into Jake's eyes. My heart was beating loudly in my ears, my breath shallow and quick. His eyes were asking so many silent questions, conflicted, unsure. I stared back at him and poured all of my love for him into my gaze. I hoped he was finding his answers. I needed him to understand. This wasn't about me being attacked tonight, or the fact that I felt like certain parts of my future were being ripped away from me… this was about us.
These past couple of months had proven to me that I was sure of who I was and I knew what I wanted. Being forced to give up everything you have and to separate from almost everyone you love gives you a chance to evaluate what is really important to you. And the one thing I knew for sure, was that each time I was confronted with evil or danger, my main concern had been Jake – being taken away from Jake, forced to do things with others that I'd dreamt of doing with him… losing Jake. It would kill me.
I knew… with all my heart and soul, that I needed to be his. He was etched on my heart - I was branded; he was a permanent fixture in my soul, and always had been. And I wanted… so badly it hurt, to be that for him.
I didn't care about my age, his age, my perceived lack of experience, my families' opinion, the pack's opinion, the timing – any of it. What we had couldn't be defined by that. I tried my best to show him this with my visions, and hoped he could see it in my eyes.
He sighed and clenched his jaw, obviously conflicted. I knew I was probably doing this at the wrong time. I knew that he was afraid of hurting me, or scaring me… but he never, ever could. Jacob would sooner hurt himself than hurt me.
I reached out and ran my fingertips over his jaw, hoping to help him relax, imploring him with my eyes to understand that I needed him… all of him.
His eyes slowly closed as he leaned into my fingers. He took a long, deep breath and then slowly, eyes still closed … he started to walk away.
My heart sank straight into my stomach, feeling full of leaden rejection. My hands fell limply at my sides and my head fell forward, eyes closed holding back tears, as he brushed past me and walked across the room, behind me. I heard him quietly fiddle with the zipper on a backpack and figured he was going to grab his things, start his nightly routine and then head to bed.
I felt my heart squeeze sharply, pierced with stabbing pain, and hoped that he would at least be out of the room before the first tears fell. I bared my soul to him, offered myself to him completely… and he walked away from me. The pain I felt from that one single gesture was worse than any I'd had from violence inflicted on my body.
I heard him straighten up and was surprised to feel him making his way back to where I was standing instead of towards the washroom. I remained motionless, until I felt his heat and his presence right behind me. I sighed, feeling conflicted about the relief I felt for the return of his warmth, and the rejection that still burned and crushed my heart.
I felt his hands reach up and rest on my shoulders. My breathing hitched and I melted back into him as he ran his hands slowly down my arms to capture my wrists lightly, rubbing them gently with his thumbs. Even through the sleeves my skin heated under his touch, tingling and dancing… teeming with love, desire and – hope. I prayed silently, fervently, that he had changed his mind.
"Ness," he breathed in my ear, his voice soft and loving. My heart jumped in my chest and took off at a gallop, hearing the change in his tone. My throat was dry and constricted with hope, fear of rejection and everything else in between at this point. I waited for him to continue… only breathing, eyes closed, back against him, arms at my sides, and wrists in his hands.
Instead, he rested his chin on my shoulder, and slid his large, strong hands down over my small ones, fiddling with my fingers lightly, almost like playing keys on a piano, until I felt something slide over the third finger of my left hand.
"Marry me," he breathed.
And the world stopped.
My eyes flew open and I spun around to look at him, speechless, breathless and amazed.
He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly to him for a brief moment before, to my complete and utter shock, he knelt down on one knee and held my left hand tightly in both of his. My eyes briefly registered the sparkling object resting on my finger, but was immediately distracted by the eyes of the beautiful man kneeling before me. He looked up at me, his dark eyes shining brightly with love and devotion, as he whispered to me softly.
"You asked me to make you mine." The emotion in his face and eyes was severe in its intensity as he continued. I looked into his dark eyes and fell headlong into their depths as he continued.
"Nessie..." he breathed pausing to swallow thickly, "I love you. I want you to be mine for the rest of eternity, and I want you to make me yours. We don't have to do it today, or tomorrow, next week or even next year. I just want to promise to be yours, and I need you to be mine." his voice as soft as a whisper to the wind.
"Marry me."
I felt almost dizzy with love, shock and wonder at the turn of events. I searched, trying to find my voice as he waited, barely breathing, gazing at me with pure adoration and anticipation in his eyes, for my response.
"Yes," I squeaked, my voice barely a whisper as it flowed through my lips. I pressed my right hand to my mouth and shook my head as my eyes welled up with tears of happiness and joy.
"Yes, Jacob. A thousand times yes. A million times... yes." I whispered as a smile bright enough to light up the night sky spread across his face.
He was on his feet in a flash, pulling me to him before picking me up and spinning me around, feet off the floor. He set me down gently after a full spin and kept his arms around me, looking deep into my eyes.
"I love you," he said, smiling as he squeezed me too tightly to him. "It's just you and me baby, forever. I want to give you everything. I'm yours, you're mine. Nothing else matters."
I smiled at him lovingly and nodded as for the first time in my life everything in my world fell into place, and I knew who I was – and who I was meant to be.
He leaned in and brushed his lips tenderly against mine. I responded, doing the same as I wound my arms around his back.
"You're everything," he mumbled against my lips. "Beauty, light, my best friend… my life."
I was beyond words at this point, simply soaking up his love and adoration like a sponge. I raised a hand to the back of his neck and showed him what my heart needed to say. It was a vision of our hands clasped together, fingers laced and intertwined, wound up in steel cables, welded together forever and pulsing with our intense magnetic pull. It was surrounded by ribbons of yellow and gold, colours I associate with intense happiness and joy.
His hands found my face, cupping my cheeks as he pulled me gently forward to kiss my lips again. I felt the heat stir in my entire being as he captured my top lip between both of his and slowly let it fall from them. He repeated the same action with my lower lip, as I pulled his top one between mine, sliding and then releasing from each other at a snail's pace.
I tightened my arms around him, pressing him to me, and felt the scorching heat of his body radiate through my skin, to warm my blood and bones, my heart and my entire soul.
Something stirred inside me then, sliding and locking into place in the very core of my being, and I knew that I would be forever tied to him; happily, lovingly, heatedly bound to wanting, loving and needing him for the rest of eternity.
I felt one of his arms glide under my shoulders as the other slid down my back, behind my knees, to pick me up. I wound my arms around his neck and let my forehead fall to his as he carried me, opening my eyes to stare into his as he bent down to lay me gently on the bed. They were pitch black, and so deep I literally felt captured by them. In them I saw everything - love, hope, strength, devotion… my future.
As I gazed at him, and my body settled, I felt his large, muscular form lowering gently towards mine. I felt the need to be with him so strongly, that as we met inch by inch, it felt like a slow but powerful collision of forces. Lightning, thunder, earth quakes... forces of nature had nothing on this feeling. Gravity was pulling us together, never to be separated, only to become one.
I lifted my head slightly to kiss his full lips softly, before sliding one hand down his back and using the other to trace his square jaw lightly, marvelling at the contrast of our skin; his beautiful copper tan to my soft, almost white complexion. He leaned into my touch as he rested half of his weight on me and half on the mattress beside me. I felt his heart beating loudly and strongly next to mine, fluttering quickly.
He slid one arm under me and up to my hair, winding his fingers into it at the bottom of my neck. The fingertips of his other hand, hot and scalding like branding irons, ran lightly from my shoulder...
... to my collar bone...
... over my breast... mmmmmmm
... my ribs...
... my hip...
... and down to my thigh, his eyes following its path.
Fire sizzled and danced over my skin, awakening every pore, igniting every cell he touched.
He leaned in, eyes hungry, and kissed my neck with an open mouth, sucking lightly as he gently pulled my leg up at the knee to rest it against his hip. I ran one hand up to his short dark hair, lacing my fingers into it as I exhaled a shaky breath.
"Jacob, I love you." I breathed into his hair.
He looked up and into my eyes, his long lashes framing his dark ones, and spoke seriously.
"We can stop at any time. Just say the word and I will." He whispered, capturing my hand that now wore his ring and kissing my palm reverently before placing it lightly on his cheek, waiting for my reply.
I smiled and assured him with my thoughts, that I was ready, that I wanted him, needed him, trusted him - loved him.
And then we closed our eyes and met in a kiss. His full lips were tender but serious against mine. He parted them and ran his tongue over my top one. I whimpered and pulled him to me roughly, my need for him taking over completely. I opened my mouth to him and kissed him back, deeply, my tongue sliding against his, caressing it with long strokes. The heat beneath my skin smouldered and grew steadily as we kissed, then it spread everywhere, like wildfire in the brush, as our tongues danced and slid together. I was heated with desire, burning deliciously from head to toe.
I snaked my hands under his shirt and ran my fingertips up and down the bare skin of his back. I felt the long, hard planes of him, tracing his broad, strong shoulders, his spine, the curve of his lower back, memorizing the feel of every bone and muscle under my fingertips as we kissed.
The hand on my hip moved up and under the hem of my shirt, sliding and searing my skin slowly over my ribs and up to cup my breast in his hand. We both moaned lightly at the contact, breaking from our kiss.
We planted kisses with molten lips on each other's cheeks... jaws... foreheads... and necks as our hands roamed like slow building flames, licking and dancing heatedly and languidly over each other's bodies.
I loved the heat. I bathed in it, letting it wash over me... letting it burn away any memory of anyone else's touch on my body. I let it wash over my skin and settle into my bones, branding myself with his heat and love.
He brought his face to mine and kissed me once lightly on the nose and then nudged it softly with his own before rising to stand beside the bed. I whimpered lightly at the loss of the heat and contact as he pulled away. Without taking his eyes off of mine he removed his shirt, revealing the perfection of his physique, his toned and muscular chest, the hard planes of his abs. His eyes smouldered and reflected the love and passion between us. My breath caught in my throat, admiring the beauty and perfection of him, my love, my life... Jacob.
Mine.
He slipped his thumbs under the waist of his pants and lowered them over his hips, letting them fall to the floor, leaving him only in a pair of black boxers, before he reached down to place his hands on my waist and kiss me lightly on the lips. I sighed and felt myself begin to melt into a pool of desire immediately at the return of the heat.
His lips left mine and I felt him slip his fingers under the hem of my shirt, gently sliding them over my body, tickling and heating me up as they slid over my ribs, my breasts, and my collar bones, before pulling it up and over my head. I felt my long hair fan out around me over the pillow.
His gaze turned serious and tender as he crawled onto the bed and straddled my waist before slowly lifting my arms, one by one and kissing the small bruises on my wrists. He wore an expression of compassion that told me he wished he could take them all away. My heart swelled and almost brimmed over with love for this strong and gentle man, who I knew would do anything for me.
When he lowered my hands back to the mattress I reached behind me, undid my bra and slid it off as he hooked his fingers into my pants and panties and lowered them off of my body. He repeated the action of kissing my bruises for the small ones on my calves, before his jaw set and he moved his lips up to a tiny red mark on my left hip that I hadn't even noticed until then.
I was in awe of his reverent touch, needing it more than I could describe. I lifted my hand and brought my palm to his face, showing him how the warmth of his kisses branded away the memory of how those marks got there.
He leaned into my palm before pulling it away from his face and kissing the bruise on my wrist again, this time letting his lips linger, his eyes on mine, filled with so much love and devotion that was left breathless.
He shifted and lowered himself to the bed again, beside me, brushing the back of his hand from my forehead down the side of my face lovingly.
"Are you hurting anywhere?" he whispered, a pained look crossing over his face as he considered it.
I shook my head no before reaching for him again, palm to his neck, the other in his hair, showing him just how wonderful I felt at that moment and then pulled him to me.
His eyes softened and he smiled lightly before leaning in to meet my approach and kissing my jaw.
As our skin made contact I shivered with anticipation. My bare chest grazed his and my breath began to speed. The inferno grew, making every inch of my body feel feverish, from the inside out. His lips kissed and consumed my neck. One of his hands supported his weight and his other ghosted over my body to my breast, squeezing it gently and then rolling his thumb over my hardening nipple. I sighed with pleasure and rocked my hips involuntarily into him, my hands roaming over his body greedily.
"Ness," he sighed and shifted so that he was hovering over me. He cupped my face in one of his large hands, rubbing my cheek with the pad of his thumb and kissed me sweetly. He lifted himself off of me to sit back on his heels, his eyes wandering slowly over my naked form.
I heated under his gaze, but not with embarrassment, with desire. He wore the most loving expression on his face, but underneath, even though he tried to hide it, he couldn't completely mask the carnal look of desire behind his heated stare. I thought, though I may have imagined it, that I heard the tiniest of growls resonate in his chest when his eyes landed on the hand that now wore a physical representation of the fact that I belonged to him.
He picked up my left foot and leaned down to bring his lips to it, softly kissing it with an open mouth. He moved up to my ankle, kissing, sucking gently, and then to my calf. His other hand trailed the same path as his mouth over my other leg, sweeping gently across my skin with his fingertips, leaving a fiery, white hot trail of boiling blood in its wake.
I squirmed a bit, and shifted my hips, as he reached my inner thigh. His warm, full lips worked their way up, kissing, nipping, and sucking at my heated flesh at an agonizingly slow pace. The pointer finger of his other hand trailed over the opposite thigh, working its way up the same path, but quickly, before skimming across my centre lightly. I whimpered and squirmed again as his lips neared the apex of my thighs and his finger began to run lightly up and down my heated core.
When he reached the top of my thigh I heard him draw in a breath and felt him exhale raggedly against me. I shivered under the heat of his breath, tickling my most sensitive of areas.
I felt my eyes widen and my belly stir with pleasure, hands suddenly gripping the sheets, as he ran his tongue lightly from the bottom all the way up to the top of my entrance. His tongue was like lava, slowly and deliciously scorching and coating my lips. I moaned and arched my back in pleasure as I felt the delicious heat burning my core and seeping into my belly. There was no imagining or mistaking the light growl that escaped his lips this time. I rocked my hips lightly as his tongue swept over me and he applied more pressure. Without warning he began circling and gently sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top while his large finger slid down to my wet opening and then slowly slipped inside.
I yelped a small gasp as this new combination of sensations sent my senses into overdrive in no time. I felt my body tense, and the heat in my belly pool and grow. I rocked my hips into him and breathed out my moans and exclamations of pleasure.
"Ahhhhhh... ohhhhhhhhh... hmmmmmmmm..."
He hummed and slowly added a second finger moving slowly in and out of me.
"Oh! Oh God, Jake!"
Within seconds he had me whimpering out his name, as my body tensed and clamped down around him, the fire in my belly erupting and exploding, my own lava-like nectar flowing freely from my core as Jake sipped and drank from my body.
Oh dear sweet God in heaven... that was... mmmmmmm.
"Ohhhh God, Jake," I half-mumbled, half-moaned as I struggled to collect myself. My body was burning, singing and humming from head to toe. I felt myself liquefying, slowly melting into a hot puddle in his hands.
I may have been mistaken, but I could have sworn I felt him smile against me as he slipped his fingers out and kissed me right above my core. He rained kisses down on my belly button, my stomach, my ribs, the valley between my breasts and the column of my throat as he slowly made his way back up to rest lightly on top of me.
"You taste like peaches, and honey and just... fucking heaven," he whispered into my neck as he kissed it and then sucked on it, pulling my skin into his mouth, his tongue tasting me yet again.
I felt his hard length brush up against my thigh, still contained in his boxers. As his hands roamed over my body, caressing lovingly, but hungrily now, I reached down and hooked my fingers into his waistband, pulling them down as far as I could with my hands before reaching up with a foot to slide them the rest of the way down and off of him.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue over and around it, causing me to shudder lightly.
He trailed his kisses up my neck, over my jaw and my chin until his mouth met mine. I moaned lightly into his mouth as I tasted a trace of myself on his tongue. We shared another tender kiss as his hand left my breast and reached into the nightstand to grab a small foil packet. I quirked an eyebrow at him and he smirked back at me quickly, before his face returned to the serious and loving expression it wore before.
"I told you before… I'm not taking any chances with you," he said softly.
I nodded and kissed his forehead as he opened the packet and slid the condom on over his length. He let the wrapper fall to the floor as he shifted up on his elbows and settled himself between my legs, his hot, hard length just below my entrance. My body was humming, not frenzied with lust, but awake and alive with warmth, love and desire.
Our eyes locked together as he slowly lowered his lips until they met mine and shifted his hips to bring the tip of his length up to and in contact with my entrance.
"Ness," he said, pulling back a bit. I saw the love, the want, the need I felt for him reflected back to me in his gaze. "I'm going to go slow - but I want you to know that it might… hurt a bit." His face contorted a bit with an apology as he muttered the word hurt, but he had nothing to feel sorry about.
I nodded in understanding, knowing that it was common for girls to experience some pain their first time, and trusting that he would take things as slowly as I needed them to be.
"I love you," he whispered, and then gently pushed a bit inside of me, gazing into my eyes. His arms snaked around me and under my back to leave his hands resting on my shoulders, his weight on his elbows.
My head fell back to the pillow and my eyes fluttered closed momentarily at the sensation of Jake's weight on me, his body entering mine. He kissed and claimed my neck as heat flashed up from my core, through my body and radiated out to my trembling limbs.
I felt him gently rock his hips and slide in just a bit more.
"Mmmmmmph," I moaned lightly, as he hissed and then panted out a deep breath.
I felt his heat entering me, filling me, stretching me, and I surrounded it with mine. My inner muscles firmly wrapped around him, already quivering lightly. My skin and muscles are somewhat flexible, but decidedly less pliable than the average humans. I would stretch, to accommodate him, but not much. Jake, in general, was a large man, and this part of him was no exception. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was going to be a snug fit... to put it mildly.
His forehead fell to mine and his eyes closed, before he kissed me softly. His arms shook lightly and his jaw tensed with the effort it took to go so slowly for me.
I took a deep breath around his soft, full lips and focused on our heat, our pull, the love we had for each other and willed my body to calm down, to make the quivering stop. I opened my legs further to him and felt my inner muscles relax and surround him a bit more comfortably just before he kissed me gently, rocked his hips forward again and pushed in farther yet.
I tensed, as I felt him hit a wall, my barrier. He was right there. I could tell by the way my body had taken time to adjust to his size up to this point that the next bit would most definitely hurt.
He picked up on my tension and began kissing lightly over my neck... down my jaw... and finally behind my ear before whispering softly to me once again.
"We can stop, any time," he panted out, the conflict and strain evident in his voice. "If it's too much... I... just tell me to stop, and I will."
I nudged his face up with mine to look in his dark eyes, filled with so much love and concern for me. I shook my head and palmed his cheek, sending him a vision of him and I together, like this, bodies entwined, floating in a field of red – my colour for desire.
I wanted this… needed this with him. I didn't want to stop.
He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips again. It was the same kind of kiss we shared right after his proposal, slowly capturing, dragging and sliding our lips from each other. As we kissed he pulled back slightly with his hips, and rocked forward again sliding in the farthest he had yet.
My eyes closed tightly. I felt my hips lift off the bed slightly. I gasped and tensed again, unable to prevent the whimper that escaped my lips from the pain as I felt my barrier tear around him – a quick, hot, sharp pain, deep within my core.
I heard him suck in a deep breath as his body froze completely. He leaned forward, bringing his lips down to mine, claiming them softly in a kiss. Before long he was mumbling against my lips as a shaking hand ghosted over every part of my body it could reach with a feather light touch. He was calming me, worshiping me... loving me.
"Ness..." he mumbled breathlessly against my ear, "it's ok, baby, breathe." His voice shook as he spoke, and I struggled to regain composure. "I'll wait. Take your time. Just breathe baby, I love you."
And then he kissed my cheek softly before resting his forehead on mine once again. His words provided a beautiful distraction, and his eyes spoke volumes of his love and devotion as he looked into mine.
The pain subsided quickly to be replaced by a dull ache and foreign but pleasant feeling of fullness and heat with him inside my body. I relaxed and sighed lightly. I rocked my hips, just the tiniest bit, to let him know that it was ok, that I wanted him to move. With that he kissed his way back down over the other side of my jaw to my neck as he rolled his hips one final time to slide the rest of the way in.
Oh my God.
I moaned softly, fingertips grabbing into his back a bit as I was momentarily overwhelmed by the undeniable pleasure and absolute completeness I felt at being filled and loved by him this way. I was so full. Full with love, full with passion, full with desire – but most of all, full with Jake. Completely and utterly claimed by Jake. And I loved it.
At the moment he filled me Jake exclaimed softly, "God, Nessie," and dropped his head to the pillow kissing my shoulder. His sweet-hot kisses, his hands gripping my shoulders, his body bending and curving over mine to fit me perfectly as I wrapped around him let me know that he was being claimed by me too. He belonged to me in that moment, just as I belonged to him – completely.
The moment I felt him rock his hips gently into mine I felt my desire for him begin to build. He kissed me lightly over my shoulder and collar bone, hot, wet promises of his love for me. He rolled and shifted gently and rhythmically in a way that made my eyes roll back in my head, my back begin to arch and my body flush with waves of heat. I wanted more, needed to feel him moving... the heat... the friction. I craved the sensation of being completely and utterly consumed - of being claimed body, heart and soul.
"Jake," I whispered, "please... more."
I lifted my legs to wrap them around his thighs and pull him to me.
He moaned softly, gently sucking on my neck and instantly responded to my request.
I kissed his neck repeatedly, pulling the skin into my mouth a bit with every pass of my lips as he moaned again and rocked into me a bit harder, before pulling out only an inch or two and then sliding back in to the hilt, burying himself in me as far as he could go. I felt the skin and muscles of my core, hot, wet and slippery, stretch and slide around him, with every motion of his hard, molten hot, arousal within me. He set a slow and steady pace that had my body working up into a frenzy of activity.
In – full, stretched, wrapped around him. Heat radiated out through my belly, my chest, and flooded my limbs, clouded my mind... oh God...
Out – shudder, empty... more.
In – full, stretched, wrapped around him. Heat radiated out through my belly, my chest, and flooded my limbs, clouded my mind... oh God...
Out – shudder, empty... more.
Over and over and over...
We moaned quietly and repeatedly, no words, just vowels cried out softly, sung like prayers in the night as our bodies danced together – our hearts and minds becoming one, our bodies and souls uniting, transcending any other earthly experience, and becoming a divine worship of each other in the most intimate way possible.
My blood raced through my veins, hot and rapid, rushing through my limbs and pooling in my belly. I felt my face flush as we kissed each other's mouths, necks, eyes, cheeks – anywhere, everywhere – while we rocked and rolled our hips in synchronization as I matched his movements with my own.
I slowly lowered my palms to his back and sent him visions of passion... ribbons of gold and fiery red swam and swirled together in a black, hot pool of desire, rolling and tumbling like our hips joining together, swirling and wrapping around each other – glowing – pulsing – vibrating with heat... just like us.
"Ahhhh," he breathed hotly into my neck, "God, I love you so much," he mumbled and panted in response.
We fit together perfectly, our bodies seemingly made for the purpose of giving the other pleasure and sharing their love. My breath was quick and shallow as I felt a rush of warmth make its way over my chest, and up my neck to wash over my face.
Jake kissed his way over my collar bone and down to my chest as he continued to thrust slowly in and out of me, one of his arms sliding out from under my back to reach around and grab my breast.
His eyes roamed over me, pulling me in to the depths of him, wandering back and forth over me, as if drinking in the sight of me beneath him.
"You're gorgeous, so perfect," he said softly as he leaned in to suck the nipple on the breast he was handling and continued his steady pace of thrusts.
I took my cue from him and took this opportunity to appreciate the beautiful male specimen above me, watching the hard muscles in his chest and abs ripple and undulate as he worked in and over my body.
This loving, strong, gorgeous man is mine.
The thought of claiming him, taking him as my mate, made something physical shift deep within me this time. I was suddenly overcome with desire, and felt my head fall back to the pillow, as I felt the heat in my entire body rise exponentially and the muscles in my belly coil inward.
"Jake," I gasped, my heated breath coming out in pants. He picked up on the change in me immediately and sped his pace slightly, pulling out a little further and thrusting in a little faster, and harder, each time.
"Ah!" I panted out, writhing beneath him.
I wrapped my arms under his and placed my hands on his shoulders, digging my fingers into his slightly dampened skin; my legs slid up to wrap and lock themselves at the ankles around his waist.
Mine, I thought as I locked him to me, all mine.
He growled loudly and his mouth left my breast as his hand continued to knead and pull at my nipple sending tiny waves of pleasure from there, right to my core. He rocked in deeper in this slightly new position and hit places in my body that had me panting and writhing, whimpering and moaning, and pushing against his thrusts in earnest.
His lips brushed mine and I forced myself to open my eyes, looking straight into a sea of black, hot, love and desire in his. His face was drawn in love and concentration, jaw locking and unlocking intermittently, his forehead covered with a light sheen of sweat.
"Ness," he panted breathlessly as his hand left my breast and pulled one of mine down from his shoulder.
He laced our fingers together and squeezed them as he laid our hands down on the mattress near my head.
"So good, baby... you feel... so... ungh... good." he murmured.
I moaned and shuddered as he thrust in harder yet and quickened the pace, just slightly, once again.
I felt the muscles in my core quiver and quake all around him, sending pleasurable tremors of heat rippling through my body as we put every ounce of love we had for each other into this one act of completion.
I squeezed his hand tightly in mine.
"Jake," I mumbled, "I love you," hoping it came out coherently, knowing I was bordering on losing all control, feeling the heat pool in my belly, the muscles tighten, pull.
He brought his lips to mine. "Love," kiss, thrust... "you," kiss, thrust... "so," kiss, thrust... "so much baby."
The fire grew, each thrust like a fan to the flames... growing, blazing... hotter, rushing...
"Oh God, Jake..." I gasped out, as he moaned loudly and pushed harder, faster.
OH. MY. GOD!
"God, Nessie, I can feel... I..." he began to state and was abruptly cut off when the walls of my core suddenly collapsed, crashed and clenched around him tightly.
Flashes of light, like golden and deep red fireworks, were sent to him as I literally exploded around him in ecstasy. Instead of burning and fizzling out, they would swirl and build together as he kept thrusting, to burst again; the heat - flash burn over my entire body - never dying, only building and glowing.
"Jake!" I cried out and squeezed his hand tightly in mine. My legs locked him in a vice grip, my back bowed, and my head flew forward, teeth latching onto his shoulder, sinking into him, marking him, claiming him, taking a bit of his blood into me... as my whole body from my head to my toes and right down to my very core grabbed hold of him and came as close to being physically one with another being as possible.
I literally felt as though I erupted into flame, as the flash heat boiled in my blood and consumed me like fire, body quaking and clenching around his. My skin prickled and burned, my muscles and bones swirled and combusted in liquid pools of heat.
He moaned loudly in reaction to my release and after one more uneven and firm thrust his entire body tensed, his head fell to the pillow beside mine, arms shaking under his own weight, and he practically roared my name as he spilled his release inside me.
And I shook, exploded and tensed around him again, and again, and again.
Would it ever stop? I hoped it never did.
The flash burn, quakes and tremors receded slowly as we both worked to catch our breath and looked into each other's eyes. His face softened as he lifted his head to look at me, both of us still panting, and then lowered his lips to mine. He kissed me reverently, tenderly, slowly until I was blissfully cool, calm and more relaxed than I think I had ever been in my entire short life.
I felt him pull away from my lips at the same time that he gently pulled out of my body. I sighed and whimpered quietly at the loss of the connection as he took the condom off and cleaned up quickly before lying down beside me and pulling me to his chest. My hand ran absently up and down the smooth planes of his chest as I snuggled in, nuzzling into his shoulder and breathing in his delicious scent.
"I love you, Jake." I whispered quietly as I felt myself begin to drift off. My body, mind and soul were sated and relaxed almost to the point of exhaustion.
He chuckled lightly and pulled me to him tightly, kissing my hair. "I know baby," he whispered softly, "I love you too."
My oh my what will Jake do now?
Hit next to find out….
~H