A/N: Love scene ahead. If you can't handle it, you might want to skip ahead to the next chapter.
Chapter Fifty-Three: Whose Seduction Is This, Anyway?
I had expected that the second the bedroom door was locked, Jacob would have me slammed up against the wall, ripping off my clothes and kissing me so passionately my toes would curl.
Instead, he ambled up to me, a seductive grin slowly lifting the edges of his mouth. We stared at each other. Our combined desire had left me so dazed that my head sagged weakly against the door. My lips parted, waiting for him to kiss me or pull me to him (or, you know, ravage me like the hunky hero always does in romance novels).
But, instead of doing any of that, Jake's hand lifted and grazed the top of my head. His fingers skimmed over my locks and down the side of my face until they circled the base of my neck. His thumb rubbed along the edge of my jaw down my throat and back again. My breasts thrust out all on their own, pushing against his naked chest. Jacob leaned in but didn't kiss me. I groaned, growing frustrated. (After all, I'm about to liquefy into a pile of goo and Jacob's acting like he's changing a light bulb. Note for the fellas: This is not the kind of behavior a woman wants to see at a time like this.) What happened to the man whose control was crumbling around him? I untangled his emotions from my own but felt only a strong determination overpowering everything else. He was a man on a mission. It confused me. He intended to make love to me. That much was clear, but, apparently, he was going to take the scenic route to get there. My frustration ratcheted up another notch.
He fished behind my back to pull up my long braid. Puzzled, I watched him hold it in his palm for the barest of seconds before unwinding the brown band at the end of it. Then, he methodically unbraided my hair, massaging and working up my scalp until coppery waves cascaded around my shoulders and down my back.
"Beautiful," he breathed, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
I smiled. (Frustrated or not, I couldn't help it.) He smiled back. I walked forward and placed my hands on his chest.
"I love you, my Nessie," he sighed, drawing me into him as he nuzzled my neck.
"I love you," I said.
A tremor vibrated through him, and I could tell he was fighting to reign himself in.
"Why are you holding back?" I asked, tracing circles on his pecks. "I want you. Take me. I'm yours. You're not old fashioned enough to want to wait until we're married, are you? Because I've got to say that—"
His lips closed over mine. I kissed him back with everything I had, plunging my tongue into his mouth. He moaned faintly in his throat and angled his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue lapped lusciously over mine, causing a tantalizing zing to race up my spine. Jake's hands left my waist and traveled up my stomach to clasp and squeeze my breasts through my shirt. My back arched as I silently begged him to continue.
He broke the kiss, gliding his hot mouth down my chin and neck as he rained kisses all the way to my collar bones. I angled my neck to give him better access, but I wanted more. So much more. I decided to speed this up a little. I stepped back and pulled the cumbersome shirt over my head and flung it across the room.
"So, beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough and thick with desire. "Wanted you for so long."
I filled our communal emotional pool with every bit of my lust and gave him my best come-hither look. "Take me, Jacob."
He closed his eyes against the onslaught. A hard shiver racked his body. Finally, his eyes opened and he looked reproachfully down at me. "You're not going to rush me on this, Nessie. This is your first time, and it's going to be perfect."
The man on a mission feeling was back in charge. Well, he wasn't the only one with a mission here. I popped the button the waistband of my jeans and shoved them down my legs. Once I had them and my shoes and socks off, I faced my soon-to-be lover. "It will be perfect. Because I'm with you. Now are you going to come over here or am I going to have to seduce you?"
"Darlin'," Jake declared with a wide grin, "I'm doing all the seducing tonight. You may get your way most of the time in this relationship, but not on this."
"Really?" I said, playfully fingering the lace edge of my bra. (Yeah, that took some of the amusement out of him, let me tell you.) "Because I'm getting kind of bored over here."
He growled as he backed me up against the door, palming my breasts and dropping soft, open-mouth kisses along the tops. His hands slipped down my ribs and past my waist to grab my butt. With a little yank, I was pulled into the air, slammed against the door, and wrapped around him. He ground his hips against me. I moaned and clung to him.
"Still bored?" he challenged.
"I—"
His mouth captured my retort. He kissed me so fiercely, so thoroughly that I lost track of time for a while. The next thing I knew, I was on the bed and he was settled on top of me. As his heated body brushed over my skin, I realized something.
"You lost your towel," I said, as he trailed kisses along my neck and down my chest to the valley between my breasts.
"You're about to lose your clothes, too," he promised. "Now, stop trying to distract me, woman. I got a plan here."
"You do?" I taunted with a snicker.
Instead of responding, he tugged one cup of my bra down, baring a breast. Before I could even think about being embarrassed, his mouth swooped down to suckle me.
I nearly came off the bed.
He chuckled and repeated his attentions with the other breast. I groaned as he laved and lightly bit my nipple. Jake leisurely feasted, back and forth between the two, until I was whimpering in need under him. Oh. My. God.
His head popped up, one eyebrow sardonically arched. "Nah, you can just call me Jacob."
Did I say that out loud? I was about to ask him, but he applied his lips and hands back to strategic regions of my body, and I lost track of things again. Somewhere in the midst of this, my bra disappeared. My legs opened of their own volition as he kissed and licked his way down my stomach. I trembled and arched under him.
"Jake," I rasped, "please." I wasn't sure what I was begging for. I only knew I needed it badly.
"You complaining again? I thought we'd cleared this up." As he spoke, his hand reached down to rub my core through my panties.
I jolted again, moaning as he petted me so expertly. He knew right where to touch me. (Personally, I blame the imprinting for that one. Not that I'm complaining.) Then, his fingers moved away to hook along the waistband of my undies and slide them down over my hips. He had them over my legs and on the floor before another second passed. I wasn't given time to think before he was once again touching me in my most intimate of places, skin on skin. I should have at least been self-conscious, but I was so overcome with desire I didn't care. I was drowning in this incredible pleasure. As his hand delved inside my folds to pillage me, a delicious tension was building. The higher it built, the more frantic my reactions, the more crazed I felt. While his fingers caressed, his mouth returned to worship my breasts. The combination was too much. I closed my eyes, thrashing against him. The blissful feelings mounted until I was sure I was going die from it all.
With one more stroke of his finger, everything inside of me released and a pleasure so intense inundated me. "Jake!" I shouted, spasming into a million pieces.
"You're welcome," he said with an arrogant chuckle.
Before I could even come down off my high, he was back at it again, caressing, rubbing, touching, kissing, and tonguing every inch of me. My hands raked over his back, wanting to arouse him as much as he was me. Through our connection, I could feel him still holding onto his control with an iron fist. Now that I'd had my first taste of heaven, I was determined to deliver the same to him.
My hands slipped down his back and gripped his bare butt.
"You're distracting me again," he muttered before sucking my nipple back into his mouth.
"Really?" I said before letting him go. "How about this? Is this distracting, too?" And, with that, I reached between us and fondled his manhood.
It was his turn to twitch against me. "Nessie," he warned.
"Hey. This is an equal relationship, buddy. What's good for the goose is certainly good for the gander." I circled the length of him, pumping up and down. That generated an even wilder response from him.
A breath hissed between his teeth as his hips thrust automatically moved along with me. I continued my actions, stretching up to nibble delicately along his neck and chest. He pulled back from me with a gasp, forcing my hand to release him.
"Nessie, if you don't stop, this is going to be over before it even begins."
I grinned and shrugged. "So, we'll do it again. Nobody gets it perfect the first time. Now, make love to me, Jacob Black, before I'm forced to throw you down on this bed and have my wicked way with you."
He laughed. "You're always going to be a bit of a hellion, aren't you?"
"You wouldn't have me any other way." I draped my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck. He groaned and rubbed his body against mine. I moaned and kissed him. After that, we didn't speak anymore. (At least, not in coherent, full sentences.) We worked together. He teased, tormented, and tantalized me while I massaged, mauled, and molested him.
He broke away only one other time. This was merely long enough for him to roll on a condom. By then, I was in such a passion-induced frenzy that I couldn't be still. His speed in completing the task—as well as our bond—highlighted his zealous need to be inside me. When finally his manhood was poised at my entrance, he stared down at me. "Forever."
"Forever," I affirmed.
And, with that, he slid inside, little by little, until he was buried fully within me. It was a tight, odd fit, a stretching sensation combined with the sense of feeling . . . full. There was no other way to describe it. Overhead, Jacob waited, holding himself immobile while I adjusted to all this. He gritted his teeth as he fought against the desperate instinct to pump ceaselessly into me. I felt it all. I wanted it just as much. For a moment, I was in awe at him and his control. No matter how much he yearned for this, no matter how pleasurable it was, he was set on protecting me. Finally, as I arched against him, highlighting my impatience, my need. He immediately eased back from me and then shoved forward.
The rush of pleasure was immediate and tremendous. It was so different from what I'd felt before. This was doubled, more complex and more concentrated. It also had a harder edge to it. When we moaned simultaneously, I understood why. This wasn't just my own rapture I was experiencing, it was his as well. Like intentions, abilities, and emotions, we shared this, too. Our eyes locked as he moved in and out of me, acknowledging all of this, feeling it all, loving each other on so many levels.
The tempo of his rocking increased. He seemed to unconsciously know just the right rhythm to benefit both of us. Without thought, I tilted my hips to take more of him. The second I did that, the friction increased as well as our mutual pleasure. (Thank you, imprinting!) I leaned up to kiss him as we continued moving in this dance that was as old as time. He kissed me back, our tongues mating in cadence with our bodies.
The tension from before was back, but stronger. It also seemed to build faster this time now that it was shared. Jake broke our kiss and buried his face in the curve of my neck as he continued his plunge and pull. His hard-won control was gone. He was as trapped in this savage torment as I was. "Nes-sie," he panted. "Oh, yes. Love you. Love you. Mine. Mine!"
Jake made one, final thrust that liberated the tension inside of us. I cried out against the sheer ecstasy. Likewise, Jake stilled above me and began to shudder. "Nessie," he roared.
"Yes," I yelled. "Oh, God!"
Boneless, I melted into the bed as Jacob collapsed on top of me. Instead of suffocating me, the added weight felt good. I tightened my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, hugging him close we enjoyed a few satisfying aftershocks. I'd never been so happy and contented in my whole life.
Jake was breathing like he'd run a great distance. (Come to think of it, so was I.) Balancing his weight of his elbows, he gave me a lazy grin. "Consider yourself seduced."
I laughed. He laughed. We laughed. When that faded, he disengaged from me and, in one motion, rolled off the bed and onto his feet. After a swift trip to the bathroom, he was back at my side. He lay on his back while I draped myself across his body. He pulled the covers up and arranged them around us. We stayed this way for a while. His fingers stroked soothingly up and down my back as I rested my cheek against his chest.
"Are you all right?" he asked. "It was your first time. I didn't hurt you, did I?" His hand paused on my back as he awaited the verdict.
I leaned up to look at him. "It was perfect, Jacob."
He smiled and continued with the light caresses. I propped an arm on him and rested my chin on my hand. "How about you? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
His body shook beneath me as he chuckled. "Feel free to hurt me like that anytime you want, darlin'."
I grinned and dropped a quick kiss on his chest. There was so much we should be talking about, so much we should be planning or worried about, but I couldn't concentrate on any of it. I was too content, too at peace. I laid back against him, drawing circles down his taut stomach. I wondered idly if lovemaking was always this phenomenal for everyone or if this was just a product of our love for each other and the imprinting.
Jake must have picked up on my feelings because he said, "What are you thinking about that has you so puzzled?"
I told him of my musings and waited for his opinion.
"It's not like this for everyone, just those who love each other as thoroughly as you and I love each other. The imprinting, I'm sure, just took it to a new level."
His confident tone had me considering something I'd never before thought about. I didn't want to spoil this beautiful moment, but I still had to know. "This was my first time, Jacob."
"Yes," he said, waiting.
"Was it also yours? I know you and Mom never—" I broke off, not wanting to think about that right now. "But, was there someone else while I was growing up?"
His feelings were all over the place. "Do you really want to know?"
I thought about it for a bit before making my decision. Knowing the truth wouldn't change my feelings for Jacob. Whatever had happened—if anything happened at all—was all before he and I were really together, before there was any true love between us.
I raised my head and stared at him. "Yes."
He exhaled heavily and lifted a hand to brush a clump of my hair out of my face. "You are right that nothing like that ever happened between me and Bella. But I was also not a virgin before tonight."
I wasn't hurt by his statement. Instead, I was more intrigued than anything else. "Go on."
"It happened shortly after we made it to Brazil. As you know, I wasn't fitting in very well with the family or the country."
I nodded.
"I was also having a difficult time adjusting to the idea of being bound to a half-vampire child. I didn't understand it. Everyone else I knew had imprinted with humans. That, at least, was logical. Being with you wasn't. And as much as my feelings for Bella had settled into a more friend-like nature, the idea of being forever attached to her daughter and doomed to spend eternity surrounded by vampires seemed like an inescapable prison to me." He paused. "When it became too much, I rebelled."
This was fascinating to me. Jake and I were more alike than I'd ever imagined. "And?"
"Her name was Nadine, she was originally from New York and had come down to Brazil with a fiancé who had promised her the moon and the failed to deliver. I met her right after she'd found him in bed with another woman. She was thirty-eight, angry, in an unfamiliar city, and set on proving how desirable she was. I was eighteen, angry, in an unfamiliar city, and set on proving how much I was the master of my own fate."
"Did you love her?"
"No," he instantly answered. "It wasn't like that. It was just something that happened. Right place, right time. It wasn't about emotions, at least not any close to love. It was about proving things to ourselves and others, about finding out what we wanted from life and what we didn't."
"How long did it last?"
"Three days. Then, she went back to New York, and I went back to you."
"And after that?"
"There has never been anyone else until tonight. I swear."
I didn't say anything. I just laid my head on his chest and ruminated over everything he'd told me. My emotions were so jumbled in with his that it was hard to tell what anyone was feeling.
"Nessie," he said, his voice full of uncertainty and concern. "I'm sorry—"
"For what? For being human? For wanting to make your own decisions about your future? For choosing your own path? I've done all of that and more to you, Jacob. What do you have to feel sorry about?" I shrugged. "At least now I understand how you've been able to be so tolerant with me all this time. I thought you bucking for the Guinness Book of World Records of patience for a while there."
"But, you're not angry? Not jealous?"
"You chose me. What is there to be jealous about?"
"But, you were so jealous the night of Prom when Kyla touched me."
My head shot up again. "That's different. You and I are clearly together, and she dared touch what is mine. She's lucky I didn't rip off her head and go bowling with it. And, if she ever comes near you again, I'll do just that. But, with Nadine, you weren't in love with me yet. You hadn't chosen yet. You were still working things out. It's fine. I mean, in a perfect world, I wish you'd waited for me. I'd be lying if I said otherwise. But, I still understand why you did what you did."
All of this sank into him slowly. Then, he grabbed my face and kissed me, vigorously. I could barely catch my breath when he broke away.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"For accepting me, all of me. You're a truly a remarkable woman, Renesmee Cullen."
I blushed under the weight of such praise. "You're pretty spectacular yourself, Jacob Black."
"I didn't think it was possible for me to love you any more than I already did, but I do."
My eyes softened as I smiled down at him. "I know what you mean."
He sighed against me, his hand resuming its light petting of my back. He seemed drowsy after our talk, but I couldn't have been more energized. I followed my instinct and ran a hand down his stomach and stroked the length of him.
He almost shot off the bed. "Nessie!"
I laughed and pushed the covers away as I straddled him. It felt pretty brazen to do this, but so right at the same time. "You know," I said, peering down at him with narrowed eyes. "This is supposed to be an equal partnership and, yet, I feel cheated."
He reached up to fondle my breasts. "How so?"
"Well, you got to seduce me, and I haven't gotten a chance to return the favor."
He pretended to ponder this as he slid back to prop himself up against the headboard, bringing me along with him until we were face-to-face. "You're right. That doesn't sound fair." He ran the pad of his thumbs over my nipples.
I groaned. "You're not trying to distract me, are you?"
He grinned. "Never." He leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth.
I closed my eyes, my head tilting back on its own. "Really?" I said when I could finally focus on speaking again. "Because it kind of feels like you are."
He abruptly released my breasts and frowned at me. "You know, if you don't hurry up, I'm gonna get bored."
I snickered and slid down his body until my head was hovering over his crotch. I caressed his hardness and paused long enough to look up at him before continuing on my mission.
"Nessie," he begged, picking up on my intentions.
"Still bored?" I asked before taking him into my mouth.
He gave a strangled moan.
(I took that as a "No.")
A/N: In the immortal words of Jacob: You're welcome.
