Last time on P & C's…

As soon as I can, we are so going for round two. I'm gunna rock her world. I am invincible. I just need five more minutes. Just five.

But Ness has other plans.

She takes the head of the nozzle off the wall and washes us both down. Then she plays with the spiny dial, turning it until the jet of water is pulsing and she sits down in the combination tub-shower, pulling me down with her…

… She smiles, her pretty lips turning up and showing me her perfect white teeth. Then she winks, the best set of bedroom eyes a guy could imagine.

"I discovered the vibration setting on the nozzle."

Well holy fuck.

Chapter 38 To our own devices.

It's late before everyone is back at the vacation house. Marie, Tony, Carlisle and Esme came back about an hour ago, to find me and Ness in the kitchen. We're both happy and sated after a full afternoon; in the entryway, the bathroom and then the lounge room to ourselves, and now we're in the kitchen…cooking up a storm. Ness wanted to make Ligurian gnocchi, from scratch; it's not that easy. But she's a good teacher and I've perfected the rolling technique, the two of us have a good little production line going while her mother and Esme are following Nessie's instructions on the pesto.

Edward and Bella stick their heads in, Edward kissing his mother a simple peck on the temple before they head off to the privacy of their own room. Bella not meeting either Ness's or my gaze. Things are still pretty tense with those two. I know Bella and I talked today, but I sincerely doubt that things will ever be the same with us ever again. I hope those two don't take their seclusion in this house for granted either.

Emmett and Alice follow, Alice breezing in, to then turns and announce she has to get ready for the movies she, Ed, and Bella are going to later. Because that apparently takes hours. Emmett comes in and goes straight to the fridge, eating the other half of last night's left overs that I'd already raided.

"You're looking rather radiant Ness," he smiles his patented shit eating grin, cold roast potato in his maw, as he waggles his eye brows. He stands behind his mom so she doesn't see and gives his own nipples a tweak through his t-shirt, arching his back while faking his best 'O' face at us. "Have a satisfying afternoon?"

Fucker.

"Emmett Dale McCarthy Cullen," Esme scolds, pointing at him over her shoulder, "stop that already. Don't think we all haven't seen your silly game this week."

"What game?" he asks innocently, backing away, freaked out that his mother had eyes in the back of her head and then stuffing his face some more.

"You're twenty three years old Emmett, haven't you got something better to do than worry about the personal life of others? I think you need to apologise; to Ness and to Jacob." Emmett looks ashen, big, giant 49ers offensive tackle has just been majorly told by his mommy.

I bit my lip to supress my snigger. Ness dusts the flour off her fingers and places a hand on her hip, shifting and tapping her foot as she now waits, with one eye brow arched, for his apology.

Em just looks at his mom, not quite believing that he's just been called on this. "Well, go on," she urges. It's like he's seven and has just called his little sister a naughty word and made her cry.

"I'm waiting," Ness sings, paying the aggrieved teenager so well.

He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, "sorry," he mumbles.

"What was that?" she taunts, holding a hand to her ear like she didn't hear.

"Sorry," he repeats.

"You're forgiven. But you're gunna sleep in my bed tonight as punishment," she adds, appending to the bargaining while she can.

"Yeeeees," he drones, "I was gunna leave you alone anyway. I'm going out after dinner, Garfunkel's is having live burlesque show tonight, so if all goes well I won't be home until much later tomorrow,' he smiles, his dimples gathering.

I need to get me a fake ID.

"Big time pro player get his choice of girls does he?" Maire teases, she'd be a pretty good Aunt. I think she's a pretty good mother-in-law at least, or whatever you call what it is that she currently is to me.

Emmett shrugs, trying to act nonchalant but still respectful in front of his mom. "Something like that."

"Well let's hope she doesn't have an annoying cousin who's running cliterference," adds Ness,

Cliterference. Fuck. I love this girl.

"Nessie, what happened to my little pipsqueak?" he says bringing her in for a one handed brotherly hug around the shoulders – a half head lock as the other hand balances an almost empty dinner plate, the cling film flapping off the side. "You're still a short-ass, but you used to be so little too; annoying the shit out of me, getting me to help you build that snow man every Christmas and stuff."

"I grew up Em," she says, pulling back and pressing her lips to his cheek, blowing a huge sloppy raspberry.

"Errrrkk," he grunts trying to pull away, but Ness has a death grip on his face. He can't get away from the wet-willy she dishes out either.

"I don't need you for that stuff anymore Emmy, I have a big tall man of my own to help me get the hat on Mr. Frosty."

She's talking about me, that first afternoon we got here, she dragged me outside to help her scoop up all the clean snow we could find and make Mr Frosty. I lifted her up by the waist so she could fit the Santa hat she brought all the way from Forks especially for the snowman. Apparently she's been doing it every year since they were all kids.

Emmett steps back from Ness, putting the plate on the counter and holds out a hand to me. I take it without hesitation, giving it a steady shake. But Emmett has other ideas, wrenching me in, and giving me a firm slap the back. "No hard feelings hey Jake? It really only was some fun. I'm letting you have tonight to yourselves. You think it was skill that Ness got past me this afternoon? I'm an offensive tackle for Christ sakes, no getting past this," he says, pointing to his broad shoulders.

Ness scoffs from behind us, her mother and Aunt giggling. "Na, no hard feelings. I think you would have had a more enjoyable time blocking Edward and Bella though."

"Next year," he smirks, the plan already formulating in his head.

"You're on."

"Right!" claps Ness, bringing us all back to the task at hand and just how hungry we all are, as she finds the big stockpot and starts to fill it. "Time to cook this trofie."

Emmett dips his finger in the prepared pesto, earning him a slap of the wrist by Nessie's mom, "Get you dirty mitts out of it and go wash up Em. And can you tell the others dinner will be in ten."

"Okay aunty Marie," he says, taking a second sample and this time earning a spoon on the knuckles for his troubles. He retreats back, hooting and hollering and flapping his sore hand as he goes.

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We've drawn a bath, found some candles and have locked ourselves in the bathroom for what I plan on being the rest of the evening. Dinner was a huge success, and after we all cleaned up, I helped Ness moved her things into my room, we watched a little bit of TV on the big screen, and then Ness and I found ourselves suddenly left alone and to our own devices. Emmett is out in search for a burlesque-esque well to dip his nib in; Bella, Alice and Edward have gone to catch that movie—of course it's 18+, so we can't go, I very much doubt that was done accidentally; and the olds have settled in for an all night long game of Monopoly.

So in celebration of our under-agedness, we decided we'd commandeer the Jacuzzi tub in the main bathroom.

I'm lying back in the water, my giant legs pressed up on the rim, my feet way off the edge. Ness just finished using my ankle as a foot rest as she shaved her legs. And now she's silky smooth and lying back on me, her soft legs rubbing against mine. I'm a little cramped in this tub, it's not really built for two, let alone a guy my height. Ness seems to be very comfortable using me as a settee though. She's relaxing on me, her long neck exposed with her hair piled up high in a loose bun, the soft skin of her back pressing over my chest. The rapidly hardening muscle between my legs is pressing into her back too.

I have a puffy sponge in my hand and I'm rubbing liquid soap all over her chest, circling around her floaters and getting a good bubble going. This bit about the bath is pretty comfortable though, let me tell ya that.

We're just chatting about nothing much, the hovering girls at the snow today, my chat with Bella, how much I'm loving everything about being up here, Nessie's mad skill on a snow board, her mad skill in the kitchen…

"Ness, what did your mom mean when she said you learnt that recipe from Nona Fiorentino?"

"Huh?" she asks, looking at me over her shoulder sleepy and relaxed, the small damp curls of her hair sticking to her nape.

"Nona, that's Italian for grandmother, right?"

She nods. "Luca's grandma. I went with him and his family to stay with her for a few days the summer between year ten and year eleven. She only has Luca and Paulo for grandchildren, and they're typical boys, only interested in eating the food and not at all concerned in what it takes to make it. She wanted someone to learn her recipes, so she taught me."

"Ough," I say back, using all my will to squash the jealousy I feel rolling off of me. I don't know why I care so much about this. I mean… I'm doing the same thing right now; on vacation with my girlfriend's family. It's a pretty normal thing to do. But knowing that she had a relationship with Luca's family kind of grates on me. But it shouldn't; it's petty and insecure of me. I want for her to have an even better relationship with mine though. I want her to have more memories of me and my kin rather than ones of the one she fell pregnant to. I really wish my mom was alive to show Ness some of her traditional recipes. I think I might ask Aunty Sue to show her.

"Hey," she soothes, turning to face me, the water gently sloshing on the high gloss sides. "My parents went to Thailand after the tsunami and I was gunna have to stay home alone, so Lucca asked his parents to bring me along." She laughs to herself at a memory. "Trust me Jake, his Nona is way better at the clam jam than Emmett could ever hope to be."

I half-heartedly laugh back at her inference; that his Nona was a taco block Nazi… but all I hear is that Ness was doing her best to sneak some sex with Luca all vacation. But that's ancient history now, without the loss of their baby they'd be nothing to each other. I don't want to let my insecurities bring me down. Ness promises me they we're never actually in love, and I believe her…she and Luca are over and done…

…Except for that one thing that will always bind them together.

A hand slides up my front, holding my shoulder as she raises herself up across my stretched out body. "And any way, we don't have to worry about Emmett any more, we have a free pass now," she purrs. "No one to interrupt us," her slippery breasts slinking up my abbs.

No, no interruptions. These boobies are my distraction though.

"Free access to every inch of me," her chest raising further, a nipple dragging over my lips. They're very pretty boobs, jiggling a little as she flexes her arm. Little droplets of water zig-zagging over the round slope, and hanging off a pert nipple. I sit up a bit to lick the drop of water off. It's a reflex, my mouth is made to suckle on her boobs. All other wary thoughts now forgotten.

Her legs straddle me, my dick finding its own way to the outside of her entrance. The contrast between the wet water and her own natural lube, slick and almost oily in the tepid bath water is inviting and a sensual distinction. She's so wet.

"Every inch?" I ask, my hands slipping and siding over her folds, a finger lifting higher and circling the puckered rose bud of her ass.

She squeals, pulling away. "Okay maybe not every inch," laughing at my daring.

A guy's gotta try. But I focus back on the things I know she's let me into, and with what gimlet I'll use when I get there. "What about these inches?" I ask, lifting my hips out of the water, and showing her just how big 'the big chief' is.

"Mmmm. I like these inches." Her hands form a fist around me, steadily twisting and tugging and feeling like the best HWHJ I've ever had – that's a 'Hot Water Hand Job' for those of you who don't know. I just made it up. But it feels so good that I think these things she's doing to me should have a special name. "I like these inches a lot."

"I like you liking them a lot, too," I breathe, my head falling back on to the tiles behind me, just focusing on the changes in temperature as her hands grip around me. The water is hotter than her skin, and oh shit, her mouth even hotter than the water. She's so fucking hot.

She's moved to kneel between my legs, bowed down as her mouth bops just above the water's edge. I wonder if she'd go under water if I lowered my hips. Reading my mind, she pushes on the top of my leg, silently urging me to relax, so I do, and she follows my dick down with it, blowing thrilling little bubbles over my shaft, tickling and pleasing as they effervesce off my head. She does this again and again, coming up for breath every few strokes. It's pretty amazing, the bubbles and temperature contrasts, the bubbles, they're very…. they're good…the bubbles… they're… they are very distracting…very good… extraordinary... outstanding.

I let out a long moan and she lifts out of the water, letting me go and my erection bounces against my abbs. Ness wipes her face, wiping the water off her eyes as she smiles at me. "Is that good?" she asks, taking me in her hands again.

I can't really talk. Yes, it's fucking good. I just nod uncoordinatedly, letting out some kind of incomprehensible noise that's supposed to be a yes.

"I wondered if it would be. You know… considering how good the shower nozzle is."

Well yes, it certainly seemed good considering the screams I got out of her with that magic wand of a shower head earlier this afternoon. "Trust me Ness, it's good... you're good… be resolute that it's all just really, really…good."

This whole time her hands haven't stopped moving and stroking; pulling at me, firm and focussed. My hands are palming at her breasts, rubbing her nipples between my fingers. One of my arms reach up, winding behind her neck, and pulling her lips to mine. She leans forward, one hand pressing on my chest the other still stroking me off.

Her tongue sweeps over mine, probing and exploring in time with her hand and I respond by a much harder squeeze of her nipple, pulling and stretching. I'm rewarded for my punishment by a sultry moan deposited right into the back of my mouth. My hands leave her breasts, dragging over her stomach, sinking into the water and folding into her private satin flesh. Now I play and fondle with her buttery bean and a small excited moans again echo at my lips.

"Ah, fuck me, you're so wet Ness."

Her hand takes up a faster pace, like a piston, up and down; soft hands under the water. I can hear the small splashes of her arm and of mine, our breathing and the occasional groan of pleasure from both of us. Closer and closer, I'm headed fast to that white hot eruption.

I want inside my woman, I want more than just hands and lips. I wanted all of her. And not here, awkward and cramped in the communal bath.

I pull back from her lips, my hand sliding around her thigh, cupping securely on her hips as I push her away from me, just a few millimetres. Her eyes open, flicking in question back and forwards between mine. Puffing and panting between pink swollen lips, her cheeks are glowing, the flush radiating down her throat. "Let's go back to my bed," I say. "I'm too big for this tub."

She nods dreamily, sitting back on her haunches, and giving me space to stand. "God, I think it's been a week since we've made love in an actual bed," she chuckles, "Your car, the back of the front door, this bath…then the coffee table."

"Yeah, my knees are kind of getting sore," I quip.

"Maybe you should rest them then; let you lie back for a while." She's running her tongue along the edge of her teeth, clicking her tongue in self-assurance. She knows how much is drives me wild to watch her move above me.

"Not tonight my sexy woman. Tonight, I'm laying you on my bed."

We both get out quickly, Ness wraps a towel around her the way women do. Her breasts holding it up, the corner tucked securely in between her full and soft breasts. I wrap my towel around my waist, my turgid shaft shaping the terry-cloth like an arrow, pointing us right out the door to my room.

We blow out the half-dozen candles and I take her little hand in mine. Opening the door a crack, we listen for anyone in the hallway. I can hear the parents talking and laughing in the lounge room. Ha, I think to myself, they're playing Monopoly on the coffee table I monopolized Ness on this afternoon. I can hear Esme calling gleefully to someone that she owns that Utility and that they owe her two hundred and twenty dollars. It sounds to me, that the coast is clear, so I pull Ness along, tiptoeing down the carpeted corridor and silently sipping into the currently empty room I formally shared with Emmett. The door clicks shut behind me as Ness turns on the table lamp.

I press the lock on the handle and turn to see Renesmee standing by the side table, playing with the edge of her towel. She's just standing there, acting all innocent, one foot just a little out, I think she calls it fourth position, she's so bendy, the milky skin of her inner thigh is peaking between the towel. The material forms an inverted V, just giving a peak of the apex of her soft curvy leg. I know what's under there, my fingers were fluttering through it only minutes ago, but knowing it's covered, and only getting imaginative glimpses as she sways her leg in and out, makes me want to uncover it all the more.

It takes me three strides to reach her. My arms tight around her waist, lifting her up and she wraps her legs around my middle.
"Now," I rumble, my voice deep and gravely, "where were we."

"I think you said something about laying me on your bed."

"Yeah. Something like that." I lean forwards, dropping her onto my sheets from where I'm standing. She bounces a little as she lands, a little excited squeal escaping from her happy smile. The towel has fallen away some as she's landed, splitting further up her leg. I can just see the curve of her hips as it ripples towards her center, but I still can't see her warm heart of secrets. The line of definition from her impressive core strength is evident on her stomach, as too the side of her ribs as they heave with her excitement.

Her arms are flopped back, her hands resting by her head, waiting for me to unwrap her. Her eyes are shining in the dim room light, conveying all her love and trust and attraction as her eyes rake over me the same way I've just done to her. We're both a couple of pervs. But I wouldn't have it any other way. It turns me on thinking that my body might be turning her on too. I slink over, crawling across and kneeling between her legs, slowly lowering my body onto hers.

"You're so beautiful." My lips press into hers and she lifts her head up, just off the pillow for some added pressure.

Her hands find my shoulders, kneading and massaging their way over my back and down my arms. I'm in a kind of 'push up' position, on bent knees so that I don't crush her and it gives her direct access to my chest. Her fingers explore the line of my pecs, circling my nipples and playing with the dip between my shoulder and my chest, before tracing over the line of my sternum, above my heart and trembling down the corrugated leanness of my flat stomach.

Slowly she tickles down my abbs, a soft touch playing with the edge of the towel, my dick twitching as she glides over that flank muscle, that one that has a direct line to 'the big chief'— my spirit stick. Her fingers untuck the towel, bunching it up as her hands reach for me. Velvety palms gliding over the soft skin that's covering the rigidity.

I lean my weight on one arm, shifting to add some encouraging pressure from my hips into her palms as my fingers finding the edge of her towel, flicking between the pillowy line of her breasts and opening up my special present. I arch back a bit, leaning more weight between our hips, to pull the cover completely off her pink tipped swells.

I take her all in then, just admiring the perfect woman beneath me. Her beautiful face held with poise by her long graceful neck, defined and sinewy arms rolling out to strong, yet still feminine shoulders. I take a good look at her beautifully formed, naked, creamy breasts and I want to taste. Like a kid in a candy shop I find her little pink bonbons, flicking and tasting, sucking and drawing a heavenly moan from her lips.

"So fucking beautiful Ness," I whisper, lowering on to my elbows and using my hands to push her mounds together, nuzzling between them, burring my face in her aroused peaks. Her fingers comb through my hair, dragging her nails over my scalp and scraping over my shoulders. I tweak and pinch at her nipples, kissing each one before my tongue finds the underside of her breasts, sweeping the creamy rises, licking it like an ice cream, slowly spiraling up until I find the cherry on top. Drawing it in and sucking hard, her breath coming in soft little pants as I continue.

I love her so much, the feeling I get, deep in my chest from this intimacy, and the complete abandonment she allows me, I feel it into the very depths of my soul. Our souls are mingling as one.

"Oh Jake. More… More." I suck harder, my arm reaching between us, fingers parting between her folds. Rubbing small circles against her nub, her hips move in little thrusts against my fingers. She hisses, her hand reaching for my rock hard shaft, grabbing it and rolling it between her palms.

My dick surges further in her hand by her motions, her thumb circling over the head and wetting it with the pre-cum that's escaped. Two more stokes and I think I'm gunna cum for real, but I don't want this, not yet. I want to come deep inside Ness, her screaming my name as she milks me dry. I just need to get her singing before she can scream though. I pull back, my dick leaving her palm as I move, kissing my way down her chest, over her stomach and down to the nest of hair between her thighs. She keeps herself almost bare, a small landing strip to guide me in. I touch down smoothly, my tongue opening her up and supporting the choral hum of her purring engine.

"Oh god I love you," she moans, writhing and squirming as I serve myself her cherry pie up for desert.

I can hear her little pants getting closer and closer together, uncoordinated and erratic. Giving her clit one last good suck, I let it go with a loud smack, kissing the inside of her thigh as she pants, groaning and still completely unsatisfied.

My body slinks over hers, my chest pressing on her soft skin as my face reaches hers, eyes staring deep into each other, hers glassy and senseless with lust, mine focused and determined. She will know, without a shadow of a doubt, just how much I love her. By my words and my actions.

"I love you Nessie."

She nods, her mess of hair, tied back in a bun but now half falling out and in disarray bobbing with her head, "I love you, too, Jacob." Then she lifts her hips, a silent plea for us to keep going.

I line the tip of my shaft, running over her slick, lining up and slowly, gently, easing my way in, feeling the stretch and the way she accommodates me, her wet heat taking me, welcoming me, encouraging me to fill her. Ness's hands finds my ass, puling me to her and I thrust all the way in, her inner muscles already rippling around me. I set a constant pace, moving within her, climbing steadily to our summit.

Nessie's feet are flat on the bed, she's raising up to meet me, thrust for thrust her hips hit with mine. Her little clit getting pounded with each hit. We both find ourselves suddenly on the precipice of our climax; surging forwards and pounding together. In this position her height isn't an issue and our faces press together, cheek to cheek, her hot warm breath blowing at my shoulder.

My hips roll as they move, slamming into her, again and again. Nessie's fingers grip at the bed sheets, her back arching off, and her neck craning as ripples of ecstasy begin to flood through her. Her hand grasp at the pillow she lying on and she folds it over her face, letting out this muted shrill scream, her walls clamping down on me. She sounds too fucking good, she looks too amazing and feels even better. I drive home a few more thrusts, detonating in a jarring, pulsing climax. A few more moderate throws and I collapse in a jellied heap on top of her. Both of us panting for air, spent and entirely immersed in one another.

After a minute or two in that limbo state between unconsciousness and sentience, I push up little, surveying her face. It's relaxed but still quite flushed, her eyes are closed and her lashes sit just on her high cheekbones, her face is turned away from me and I can't help but notice what a beautiful profile she has. Her nose is cute, especially how it turns up a little at the end, her lips are full and pink and just slightly parted now as she still catches her breath. Sensing my scrutiny, she turns, facing me and opening her eyes.

"Hi," she whispers.

I laugh a little, as the simplicity of it all, the ease and the perfection of her, and of us. "Hi."

I bend down planning a quick kiss on her lips, before rolling of her, my still semi-hard cock pulling out. We shuffle around in the single bed, Ness making some room for me, I reach to the lamp and switch it off, bathing us in the private darkness of the evening. Then I sink back onto the bed, pulling the covers over our nakedness and press the front of my body against hers, my arm wrapping around her comfortably.

"That was so good Jake," her voice is quiet in the darkness. Nothing but our breathing, the steady pulse of her heart under me and the feeling of skin on skin to relax and arouse the senses.

I'm so at peace like this. We've rarely been able to actual fall asleep and spend an entire night in each other's arms before. I like it a lot. Like… for the rest of my life a lot. But I'll take one day at a time and take whatever I can get.

I'll take tonight.

"I am so in love you little woman," my nose burring in that sweet spot behind her ear, nuzzling and pulling her tiny frame closer to mine. Her legs winds back between mine, my heavy thigh capturing hers while our feet and toes press together. We are weaved and entwined together, like the treads of a tapestry. My story is woven with hers.

We fall asleep like this; wrapped in each other's embrace. The energy of our love flowing and ebbing between my soul and hers.

I can't imagine life getting any better than this.

I wake the next morning still wrapped around Nessie. She's turned in the night, her face buried into my chest, one hand under her head the other splayed across my stomach, her legs are bundled up and tucked up against my thighs. The room is hot and we've thrown the covers mostly off. A scrap of blanket covering our legs, the edge still draped over her ass.

She has such a pretty ass, I sit up a little, raised up on my elbow, my hand sliding over her silky skin and letting the sheet fall away. She stirs, turning on to her back, a dreamy, quiet sigh escaping in her sleep. I sit up a bit further, scooting down the bed a bit and positioning myself by her hip. I can't get enough of looking at her. My mental camera going off at top shutter speed. She really is a stunning woman. Even if I wasn't madly in love with the soul inside, her tits alone would keep me happy. But she's so much more, her face, her breast, her waist, her legs, her fine, fine pussy. God that was good sex last night. Her legs are slightly spread the way that she's now lying. Her soft flesh peeking out between her thighs. I am a perv, I can't help it. It's unreasonable though, to expect any red blooded seventeen—almost eighteen— year old boy to not look at a beautiful woman lying naked, spread eagle in his bed. Eagles are sacred to my people after all.

Ness is sacred to me. I don't consider myself a religious man, but boy do I want to drink from her sacred cup again. Taste her holy water. Sip at her blessed fount. My holy grail.

Right, that's it; I've decided that if it was me, I'd like it very much if I was woken up to Ness sucking on my cock. Why wouldn't she love having a 6'4" hunk of man between her legs? I'm gunna make her feel like she's mighty loved. Like she's a sacred deity who is worshiped and adored.

So I shift again, slipping down the foot of the bed, and crawling up until my face is in line with her heat.

And I taste.

Probing and supping at her sweet nectar. Lapping at her folds. She tastes so good, salty and fragrant and a little sweet. My perfect meal, a great way to start the day. At first she's still asleep, making little satisfying noises from within whatever dream she's having. I hope it's about me. Then I can sense when she wakes, her hips move a little, lifting into my mouth. I look up the length of her body, to see her head lifted up off the pillow. She's watching me eat her out, her eyes still heavy with sleep, but now hooded with her arousal.

I break away from her pussy, "morning," I smile, that sexy as fuck, you want me to lick every inch of you smile. If she had any on, it would have had her dropping her panties too.

"Buenos días, mi amante," her Spanish is impeccable.

Looking at her watching me, I run my tongue up along her center, one long, full swipe, and her eyes roll in the back of her head as she throws it back on the pillow. "Madre Vergine," and so is her Italian.

I focus on her sweet honey pot, dipping and tasting, sucking on each little pink fold, my tongue playing with her stiff pearl. My fingers come up, and one goes in to her, deep and wet and holding me tight. I add another, curling up and pressing on her g-spot, and am rewarded by a sharp intake of air, Ness gasping and arching up. I love her pussy so much, I seriously could just live here all day. It's so wet and so beautiful and the sounds I can illicit from her when I go down is enough to bring me to my knees. My dick twitches with every moan and groan, her hips now moving of their own accord. I want to fuck her into the mattress and then through it, but I'm determined to send her into the rafters with my nothing more than my fingers and my tongue first. And it doesn't take me long. I feel a fresh burst of wetness, my fingers gliding in and out of her effortlessly, so I add a third as I flick her clit hard with my tongue. Ness lets out a loud moan, panting and calling out my Name.

"O fuck, Jake. Oh, Jacob. That's amazing, yes, yes. Yes!"

Her hips are off the bed, pressing my lips to hers, begging for more suction, a harder finger fuck, a broader tongue. So I give it to her, all that I can; until she's convulsing like she's been electrocuted, her body ridged and stiff as she's crying out in and uninhibited scream of satisfaction.

I give her a few more flicks of my tongue and she shivers a few more corresponding times before I pull my mouth away, wiping the quim off on the sheets.

Now I can nail her to the mattress.

But just as I crawl my way up her body, lining my cock up at her warm entrance, my phone starts ringing. Fuck my life! I look up, straining to see the phone on the side table, my cock blocking sister's face flashing up on the screen. "It's just Rachel," I say, "I'll call her back later."

"You can answer it if you want,"

"Says the woman who's already come."

"Hey, who's to say I don't want to cum again?" Her hand coming down and guiding me into her depths as the ring tone ceases.

"Good point, let me see what I can do about that," my dick impaling her, balls deep into her slick wet heat as I speak.

"Hmgh," she moans, her hips meeting mine as she set up a healthy rhythm.

Her hands wind around my neck, pulling my lips down to hers, "you taste like me," she says, breathing into my mouth and licking herself off of my lips.

Oh yeah, that shit is like an accelerant for my dick. And I pound into her harder, putting my back into it, deeper and deeper. I kneel up, grabbing the other pillow and stuffing it under Ness's butt, lifting her up as she puts her legs over my shoulders, only the upper most part of her back on the bed. This position tilts her hips so that we both get rubbed in all the right places. She's almost upside-down and it's a fucking awesome view.

"Oh..," she breathes, a little hand holding the back of my leg, encouraging and guiding my movements.

She reaches up and starts rubbing her own clit. I stand corrected, this is the best fucking view ever. Then we're both distracted as her phone vibrates with a message. Ness reaches for it as I still continue to fuck her. Talk about modern day multi-tasking. "Leave it," I say, my voice commanding and deep and I'd say pretty sexy cause she does as she's told, tucking the device under the pillow at her head.

"Keep rubbing yourself Ness, it's so fucking sexy."

So she does, little mewing sounds start as I thrust harder and harder, her free hand rises above her head and braces against the head board. My thrusting is pushing her higher and higher up. I like the idea of the power of my dick physically moving her as I touch her cervix. I can feel her second orgasm building as mine too races to its peak.

There is a knock at the door. I bet it's Emmett, back after a walk of shame. He can fuck off for another two minutes.

Another knock. We still both ignore it, all our focus on our almost reached climaxes. Ness rippling and starting to tentatively milk my schlong.

"Fuck off!" I call out to Emmett.

Again, another knock, "Jake. Jacob. It's me, Bella,"

Bella? I still for a moment, buried deep in Ness. What the fuck does she want? "What?!" I call out, grabbing Renesmee by the hips and grunting out my rhythm, I don't want to call back from that ledge that we're so close to.

"Jake, my dad's on the phone, he wants to talk to you. Can you just open the door?"

Well that got my attention. I scrunch my face up, letting out a frustrated moan as I pull out of Ness and she shuffles off the extra pillow.

"Okay, just wait a sec," I holler. Then I put both hands on Ness, pressing her by the shoulders, back down on the bed saying quietly, "don't move, do not move an inch unless you're rubbing your clit. Understand?" she giggles, smiling and nodding, lying back and pulling the sheet over her and reaching for her phone.

I stand, looking for some clothes and find last night's discarded towel. I wrap it around me, tucking my erection into the top fold, and open the damn door. Bella and Edward are standing there, in their pajamas as Bells hands me her phone.

"Charlie?" I say, stepping back into the room a little and Bella and Edward follow, their eyes skimming over Ness, lying naked and scantily clad in the thin white sheet her shoulder bare in that typical, just had (or still having) sex look. A classic blush starts on Bella's cheeks, The Ed just looks uncomfortable. Not my fault they came in.

"Jacob," says the chief, all business. "Jake, son, your dad's in the hospital, it's his heart. He's having a heart attack, and he's getting life-flighted to Seattle as we speak."

"What?" I stand in the middle of the room, my knees weak as I shift to sit heavily on the bed.

"Jake?" asks Ness, concerned and crawling over to me. Her arms soothing over my back.

"Hang on Charlie, I'm gunna put you on speaker phone."

He waits a few seconds before continuing. "They're taking him to UWMC, he's actually still having his heart attack," at this there is a collective gasp in the bed room. "It's a good thing Rachel was home. She made the old buzzard go to the medical center, she called him an ambulance and the doctors here in Forks reckon that his best chance is if he goes straight for angiogram in Seattle." Ness is nodding like she agrees, they're mostly just big words to me though.

All I keep hearing is that dad's had a heart attack, and I'm miles away having a holiday. The guilt is creeping in fast.

Charlie keeps on talking, assuming I'm still listening, I kind of am, but I'm starting to feel a little numb to it all. "I'm gunna drive up with your sister and Sue in a little while. We can meet you somewhere if you need. Can you get down the sound, son?"

"Aaah," I don't know. How the fuck can I get to Seattle at this time of the morning? I came in Esme's car, Emmett drove us while the olds went in Carlisle's and Ed, Bella and Alice drove in Bella's new Reneau. The fucker bought her a new car for Christmas and they're gunna drive it back to the east coast after New Year.

"Charlie," says Edward, "Jacob and Nessie can drive Bella's car, they should be there in just over four hours."

"Oh. Hi Edward," he says, that relationship obviously still a little cool. "Good. Okay. Yeah, that'll be easier for him to just drive all the way there. Jake, answer you darn phone next time will ya? And call Rachel when you're on the road. She's not taking this too well."

Oh, and like I am? Ness knows it, she's hugging her arms around me; I can feel a wet tear on the side of my neck. "Okay, thanks Charlie. See you in a bit." My finger hovering over the end button.

"Okay, son. And Jake?'

"Yeah?"

"Drive safely you hear? No silly risks, no speeding on the ice. Be careful." Always the chief.

"I will."

I don't want any more broke hearts.

So, yeah, Billy is having a heart attack and you're gunna have to wait a week to find out what happens.

Mwhahahahaha. I love this little thrill of power as writer!

Isn't Jake a good boy making Ness happy before himself?! What a way to wake up!

Thanks you Aretee, for you Beta on this chap.

And thank you and welcome to all the new readers and guest reviewers. I'd write back if I could, but you're not logged in, so I can't.

Okay, so, I'm feeling generous because I'm on 4 weeks leave from work… Maybe… just maybe, I'll let you find out about Billy prognosis a little sooner than a week.

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