A/N: Here you go, girls. Jake's POV of The Shower Scene, I know some of you have been waiting. Not much to say about this chapter - A Tale Told in Kisses has been updated, so make sure you check that out! The Almost Kiss is finally here! lol. Sorry for taking so long. Hopefully, the next update will be much sooner.
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Who Knew Conditioner Had to Sit?
fingers trace your every outline
paint a picture with my hands
back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
change the weather, still together when it ends
- maroon 5, sunday morning
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"If I tell you something, you won't think I'm perverted?" I smiled a little, watching as Nessie's long curls straightened out with the water. She shook her head hard, shaking what was left of those curls, and I reached out and threaded my fingers through them. "Sometimes, when . . . before us, I mean . . when you'd leave me and go off and shower, I'd sit and think about you. One of the things I always thought about was how your hair would look, all wet. Darker than usual, the curls all straightened out."
Just like now.
It was hard to tell because of the thickness of the steam in the air, but it smelled like . . . Nessie's scent got stronger. She reached out and pressed her tiny wet hand to my chest.
"That - that first night after the wedding," she said, her eyes wide. "When you left me to take a shower in the morning, I kept - thinking about you and I got so . . . so frustrated . . ."
It was like the best kind of punch in the chest when I realized. I - I guess, logically, that I knew. If you had asked me, it probably would have occurred, but it never had. That day - that first day in the hotel when I smelled . . . it was me.
Nessie had been thinking about me. Wanting me.
I just looked at her. So beautiful, and she had wanted me all along.
"I know."
Nessie's eyes widened. "You know?"
"I smelled it." Oh, did I smell it. "I - it was so hard to keep control of myself that first time."
"I'm sorry." She was sorry? "But . . . you don't have to do that anymore. Keep control of yourself, I mean."
I couldn't help but groan. The words just sounded too good. The idea of not having to control myself . . . but no. I wouldn't forget what giving in so easily to my desires had done; Nessie was still in pain.
"Don't be sorry," was all I could say. I reached down and massaged Nessie's shoulder, remembering I was supposed to be taking care of her. "Just turn around so I can wash your hair."
"Wash my hair?" Nessie asked, as I slowly turned her around, but she didn't seem to be against the idea.
I was absolutely unable to keep from dragging my eyes downwards. Nessie's naked back, like I'd never seen it before. Then down, down to where her ass swelled out. One of the only parts of her I hadn't seen yet.
It was worth the wait.
"Mmm." I shifted my weight back the smallest bit as a . . . precaution again my body's reaction. Because my body did react, strongly. And tilted Nessie's head forward the smallest bit so the water could soak through her hair. I took us back another step once her hair was soaked. "I'm taking care of you right now, remember?" And trying not to stare at your ass. I tore my eyes away to grab some of Rachel's girly shampoo she had in here. "Now, do you want freesia breeze or coconut cream?"
"What?" Nessie giggled, turning to look at me. I tried not to let my body notice how sexy she looked like that, staring at me from over her naked shoulder.
"Unless you want Head and Shoulders, which is what I'm about to use." No need to tell her I just used regular soap most of the time. "I'm just telling you the girly shit Rachel's got in here."
"You choose, Jake." Nessie smiled brightly and turned back so she was facing ahead. My eyes flickered down to her ass again. "I trust your judgement."
It really didn't matter to me either way since Nessie would smell perfect anyway, but I didn't care too much for coconut.
"Freesia breeze sounds cool," I decided out loud. Since it did. Companies always gave their girly shit weird names.
I squeezed a handful into my palm, enough for Nessie's thick mane of hair, and set it back down. The only person's hair I'd ever washed besides my own was Billy's a couple of times, and this was definitely different. I wanted this to be really good for Nessie, soft and gentle.
My eyes kept sliding up and down Nessie's body while I massaged the shampoo into her scalp. I thanked God for our height difference when I realized I could see clear over Nessie's shoulder, to where her breasts sloped down from her chest. I had plenty of things to look at while I worked.
And her hair was so soft in my hands, sliding easily between my fingers.
Slowly, I felt the tension slide out of Nessie's body and I hoped that meant I was doing it right. Finally though, I knew Nessie's hair was clean and I was just wasting time.
"Turn around so I can rinse it out, Ness," I said quietly, and Nessie obeyed slowly.
When she did, her face was level with my chest and upper stomach, and I saw Nessie's eyes widen. I tilted Nessie's head back gently so I wouldn't get any shampoo in her eyes while I rinsed her hair out. Once it was out of her scalp though, I brought her head back up so she wouldn't hurt her neck, then reached back to work on the rest.
I was very, very careful to keep my hips back away from Nessie. Now was not the time for that.
"You're so handsome."
I looked down at Nessie, who was watching me, still working. The pit of my stomach felt warm. I knew that Nessie thought I was handsome, obviously, but she didn't say it much. I didn't need or expect her to - but it was still a sweet surprise.
"Well, you're so beautiful." I, on the other hand, said it a lot and with good reason. "But you knew that."
"You're just - you're just always telling me how pretty and beautiful and - and stuff I am, but I never tell you." I was pretty sure it was more than the steam making Nessie's cheeks pink. "I just wanted to tell you. You're so . . . all of it. Beautiful, handsome, hot, sexy, all of it, Jacob."
I didn't know what to say - I wanted to snatch Nessie up into my arms and kiss her, or pull her up against my stomach so she could feel exactly how sexy I thought she was, but I knew neither of those were options. So I just pulled Nessie gently from under the spray and grabbed some conditioner without looking at it.
"Thank you, then," I finally said as I squirted some into my hand.
Nessie just nodded and let me start smoothing the conditioner into her hair. It was a lot slicker than the shampoo, sliding through and softening Nessie's already soft hair. When I was done, I tried to guide Nessie back under the spray to rinse, but she stopped me.
"Conditioner has to sit." I watched her reach up and twist her slick hair into a bun that immediately fell half-apart. The movement of her arms did amazing things for her breasts. "Five minutes, at least."
I was learning new girly shit everyday. Okay, well, I could definitely find something to do for five minutes. I just hadn't been completely prepared for it yet.
"That's fine." I reached out of the shower to the shelf hanging outside it, feeling around for a washcloth. "I'll get a head start on washing your body."
"Wash my body?"
I nodded, watching Nessie's eyes carefully as I stuck the cloth under the spray to wet it. I made sure I grabbed Rachel's 'sensitive skin' soap that she fussed at me not to use and lathered up the rag.
I knew Nessie would probably be a little nervous, and that was okay because I was too, but she didn't seem afraid. So I took my time, slowly washing over her shoulders and down the front slope of her chest.
Then lower, to her breasts. If it was possible, they looked even better wet, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on them. As always, they were perfect in my hands, soft and supple and I never wanted to let go. Especially not when Nessie moaned.
Nessie kept her eyes closed while I . . . washed her, but after a few seconds she sighed and opened them. One of her perfect eyebrows arched.
"Am I very dirty there?"
Her smile was gold. Nessie wasn't dirty, but I definitely was.
I just wagged my eyebrows at her since she obviously didn't mind, and Nessie laughed. It was followed up by a moan though, and I knew then that I had to move on.
To be able to reach much lower easily, I knew I had to be shorter and there was only one way to do that.
I had to admit, the idea of getting to my knees in front of Nessie was really appealing. Nessie's hands wound themselves into my hair when I was almost there.
"Jacob, you don't have to - you'll hurt your knees."
"I'm not going to hurt anything, Nessie." Her worry was touching, but I was tougher than that. "Don't worry about me right now, honey."
The sight from here was good, and I was just at the perfect height for . . . everything I wanted to do. Nessie's breasts, round and tempting and perfect, were inches away from my face and I leaned in and pressed a kiss to the soft skin between them while I rubbed the cloth across Nessie's flat stomach.
Nessie's scent grew steadily as I washed her down, taking care to get every inch of her. Her stomach and legs, all the way down to her feet. When I finally brought the cloth down over the curve of her ass, Nessie half-giggled and half-moaned in the best way.
Wanting Nessie to be as comfortable as possible, I had saved the most intimate thing for last. She needed to be relaxed. She needed to trust me. I knew she was sore, but . . . we had sex last night and it only made sense that she cleaned herself.
Or let me clean her.
But finally, I had washed every other inch of Nessie's body, down to her cute little toes. So I slid my hand slowly up her soft calf to press lightly against the back of her knee, trying to silently tell her what I wanted.
It didn't work though, because when Nessie looked down at me, her eyes were confused.
"Lift up, Ness," I told her quietly.
Nessie just stared at me, her eyes wide, for what felt like a long time. Almost like she hadn't heard me, so I thought maybe she hadn't. I pressed again, a little more firmly, against the back of her knee.
"I'm gonna take care of you, honey," I promised, knowing that she was probably nervous. I didn't want her to be.
Nessie watched me for another long second before I felt her knee unlock, my permission. So slowly, knowing how much Nessie was trusting me and not taking it lightly, I lifted Nessie's leg up so her foot rested on the edge of the tub.
Open for me, completely. Even though I couldn't see. I wanted to dip my head and try to so bad, but I knew that was too much. My girl was already trusting me so much.
Nessie's hands gripped my shoulders tight for balance, and when I was sure she had it, I ran the cloth slowly up her inner thigh. I wasn't sure, but it felt like the muscles there were shaking faintly. Nessie shivered hard against me when the cloth reached the the crease of her thigh and I held back a groan as her scent surged.
I remembered something at the very last minute.
"Nessie?" She brought her eyes down to mine, shy. "Can I wash you with soap here?"
Nessie gave me a small smile, but her cheeks stayed pink.
"Soap is fine, Jake."
Okay, good.
My stomach tighter than usual, I made sure my lust was firmly in control before I gently lifted the cloth to brush between Nessie's legs.
She gasped and bucked her hips against my hand, making me freeze. Was I too rough?
"Are you okay?"
"Yes . . . I just wasn't expecting it." She bit that lip, that beautiful, full lip. "It was a . . . nice surprise."
So it felt good then? I felt relief flood through me, and then I got an idea.
I knew Nessie would be the sorest near her . . . entrance, where her body had been stretched to take me. I knew washing there would hurt, but if there was any way for me to distract her from that . . .
So when I reached back to wash her there, I brought my other hand up to press against that small place where Nessie like to be touched. Nessie gasped, and bucked against my hand, her scent surging. No signs of pain.
"Jake!"
I loved to hear her say my name like that. And I would always answer her.
"Yeah, baby?"
Nessie shook her head and held onto my shoulders even tighter. I kept touching Nessie with my thumb even when I took the cloth away to rinse it out. I brought it back to carefully wash away the soap and changed the way I was touching her, trying something new and using the heel of my palm instead.
Nessie's scent stayed strong, so I took it that this felt just as good. I was done washing Nessie now, but I wasn't ready to let go of her. She had done so much for me, been through so much pain that I wanted to give her more pleasure back.
I leaned in, finally giving in to the temptation, and pulled one of her wet pink nipples past my lips. I was in no hurry, and I hadn't had my hands on Nessie long, so I was surprised when Nessie's fingers reached up to grip my hair and she thrust her hips hard against my hand.
I smelled it before I felt it, the rush of wetness letting me know Nessie was . . . finishing, as she liked to say. She made that soft mewling sound and worked her hips against my hand harder. I concentrated on not being too rough and still keeping up with what her body was asking for, the taste of her in my mouth distracting me some, but not too much.
Nothing could distract me from this.
I was still shocked it came on so fast when Nessie's body sagged against mine. I let her slip from my lips and licked her softly in case my teeth had accidentally scraped her too roughly. I picked up the cloth from the floor by my knee and wiped it between her legs one more time, to bring away the excess . . . wetness. Nessie whimpered and I ached. I literally ached.
Dropping the cloth, I reached up and wrapped one of my hands around her hip and my other around the back of her knee, making sure she had her balance while I helped her bring her propped up leg down.
Then I dipped my head, pressing my lips to Nessie's soft stomach. She shivered, again.
I stood up then. It had to have been at least five minutes, right? I had forgotten just how small Nessie was until I was towering over her again. I was so happy that I had made Nessie feel good, but my own lust was back again and harder than ever to deny. I needed to get out of this shower soon.
I was getting ready to guide Nessie back under the spray to rinse her hair back out when she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her face in my chest, hugging me. It was so . . . sweet and so unexpected that I was caught off my guard.
So off guard that it took me a few seconds to realize Nessie was pressed right up against my hard on, trapping it between my stomach and hers. I tried to step back when I did realize, but Nessie pulled herself out of my arms altogether.
I was getting ready to kick myself again for being such a horndog that I ruined something as simple and sweet as a hug from Nessie. But then Nessie reached out and rested her small hand on my hip, her fingers running over my hipbone. I tried not to get any harder, but it didn't work.
Especially not when she took her hand off of my hip completely . . . to wrap around me.
I clenched my jaw and sucked in a breath as Nessie stroked me slowly, twice. Like she'd been doing it her whole life. It was . . . so, so good, but I couldn't let her do this. Touch me because I touched her, out of a sense of responsibility. I wouldn't take anymore when I'd already taken so much. For the next while, I just needed to give. I needed to stop this.
When Nessie stopped her touches for a split second, I found the strength to, forcing my eyes open.
"Nessie - "
"Why do you always try to stop me, Jacob?" God, this Nessie was back. The Nessie who knew exactly how to play me, going back to stroking me perfectly. "Let me make you feel good like you make me."
She didn't understand. How could I even explain?
Especially when she was touching me like this.
"I just - feel like I'm - I already - take so much - "
"Take so much what?" Stop touching me so good, baby, and I might be able to tell you. "You never take anything from me, Jake."
She was too perfect. Too sweet.
"Like last - night - I, I hurt you so bad you - can't walk and - and still even now when I - think about it - all I remember - is how fucking amazing - "
And I know that makes me horrible, because I was hurting you.
"Me too, Jake." I could hardly process that thought as Nessie's thumb brushed over a particularly . . . sensitive place. "That's all I remember too."
Was it possible?
Nessie stroked me harder and I forgot completely. Or lost the will to stop at least. I shut my eyes tight and my head rolled back. I fisted the shower wall to keep the smallest bit of control over my hands, but the other one wouldn't settle for anything less than Nessie's soft hair.
Then next thing I felt over the lust pounding in my stomach was Nessie's lips, pressing a kiss to the top of my stomach.
"I love it when you kiss me, Jacob." Fuck. Nessie was touching me faster now. Oh, fuck. "And when you touch me." Goddamn. Then - then . . . I felt her tongue. Her small, wet tongue . . . flicking across my nipple. "And taste me." I couldn't open my eyes. I wanted to so bad, but I knew I didn't have the strength for it. I couldn't face Nessie now and keep control. "And I absolutely love it when you're inside me."
I groaned out loud.
Too much. Too fucking much. I couldn't hear Nessie say shit like that - I couldn't imagine her feeling like that, not when she had her hands on me like this. Stroking, pulling, fucking caressing.
The crying-out feeling was back, and I bit my lip to keep it in.
Especially when Nessie stroked me harder, her fingers rubbing across my chest and teasing my nipples like I teased hers.
"Look at me, my Jacob." I was shocked by the . . . demand in her voice. The Alpha. "Open your eyes."
I obeyed, and then I was seeing her. Her hair and body soaking wet, her breasts pushed up between her arms. Her hands on my body. Her eyes locked on mine.
Then, still keeping our gazes locked, still keeping up her precious torture on my body, Nessie leaned forward and gave my nipple one slow lick. She pulled back a little, but not by much, and I felt the near-exploding feeling. The one that had nothing to do with the phase.
"I love you, baby."
I exploded.
There was no taming it down or calling it back. My body was bursting out of itself and I had no control over any of it, and I didn't want to. My body needed friction, so my hips thrusted. My hands wanted Nessie, so they took her, pulling her hard up against my body.
It felt like a long time before I came down, but Nessie was the first thing to break through when I did. When I was spent, she let me go and I finally relaxed fully. I didn't remember closing my eyes again, but when I opened them . . . I was immediately horrified.
I had done it again, let Nessie play me, but with a much worse result than before. I lost control - completely. And now . . . all over Nessie's stomach and even her breasts . . .
"Shit, Nessie." I reached my hand out to her, disgusted with myself. The most disgusting part being how much I . . . liked seeing it. Nessie must be horrified. "Fuck, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to - "
Nessie looked almost confused, until she looked down at her stomach. At my horrible fucking mistake - my complete and utter disrespect of her in the worse way. Treating her like . . .
Was that a fucking smile?
"It's okay, Jacob." Okay? Okay? "It's . . . it's more than okay, really."
"Seriously, Ness, I can't believe I just - "
"Would you just stop freaking out, Jake?" Nessie tilted her face up, which usually meant she wanted a kiss, but by the frustrated sound in her voice I figured I must be wrong. "We're married, Jake, we can't be shy. When -- when I'm shy, you get me over it. When I tried to cover myself, you wouldn't let me. When I didn't . . . when I was uncomfortable . . . opening my legs, you worked me through it."
Didn't she get it wasn't embarrassment?
"I trust you, every time. You don't - you don't know how nervous I was, being naked in front of you the first time, but I trusted you because you told me to." Oh, baby. "I always trust you, but you never trust me." I always trust you, honey. "You always think I'm lying or downplaying it or trying to make you feel better and I'm not, Jacob!"
"Nessie - "
"I like touching you. I like when you bite me and kiss me rough and act all Alpha and call me yours." Damn. "I like when you stick your hand down the back of my jeans and I like that your favorite part of me is what it is and I . . . I like what happened just now. You have to believe me, Jake."
"You like that?" I wanted to believe her, so bad, but it just didn't make sense that she would . . . "You're not . . . grossed out?"
"No!" But how? "Did . . . when you touch me and - your fingers, I mean - d'you think that's gross?"
I stopped short. That was true. Feeling Nessie's . . . wetness never failed to turn me on beyond comprehension, even though I'd only felt it a handful of times. Could it be the same for her?
"I just never really thought of it like that," I admitted.
"Well, that's what I'm here for," Nessie said, smiling and tilting her face up again.
Then I realized I hadn't kissed Nessie's lips since we'd been in the shower, and that was just unacceptable. The next second, I had Nessie's mouth against mine. Her arms came up to wrap around my neck and she didn't tense at all.
No pain. Yes.
I wrapped my arms tight around Nessie's waist and lifted her, stepping forward into the water. It crashed around us, getting me wet and soaking Nessie again. Her skin was so good wet. Nessie's fingers buried themselves in my hair and I felt myself begin to stir again.
Already. Damn, what this woman did to me.
Then, as Nessie's small tongue coaxed my lips open, I saw it.
Me and Nessie . . . me, pressing Nessie against the shower wall. This shower wall. My hips, thrusting hard, and I felt the strange but arousing sense of being filled. Just for a flash, how Nessie felt when we were together.
I wasn't stirring anymore. I was there. All of me.
What Nessie wanted, Nessie got, and before I could stop myself I had her pressed against the shower wall. Nessie's legs lifted and wrapped themselves around my waist, She was open for me, and I could feel her, sliding smoothly against my stomach.
God.
I kissed a little harder, the image of making love to Nessie here still burned into my mind. I explored Nessie's mouth with my tongue, tasting her. Savoring her. I reached up and took Nessie's wet breast in my palm, and she mewled into my mouth.
If it was possible, I wanted Nessie even more than before. To take her now and here, claim her again as mine like I'd seen with her gift. I slid her lower, the few inches until I could press myself forward into Nessie's wet heat. I bit back a groan. I hadn't felt Nessie's wetness against me like this.
Nessie wasn't stopping me. In fact, her wriggling seeme to be trying to get us closer, but I had to be sure. I knew I had to start trusting Nessie, and I would, but that didn't mean I wouldn't take absolutely every precaution with her.
"Nessie." My love, my imprint, my best friend. My beautiful, beautiful wife. "I'm only going to ask you once and I'll believe whatever you tell me: are you too sore for this right now?"
I knew, whatever Nessie told me now would be the truth. And when her face fell, the smallest bit, I knew the answer.
"I - I think so, Jake." I already knew, baby. "It's . . . much better now, and I - I want to so bad, but I think we should wait a little while."
I would wait years for her. My body didn't even complain much as I kissed Nessie's soft lips one more time and set her easily down. I took a second to look her body over one more time though, round breasts and flat stomach down to those hips . . .
I had to get out of this shower before I got myself going again. But I had to get that damn conditioner out first.
Coming up:
Nessie's body slid down, and she dropped further onto her elbows and she kissed the very top of my stomach, lips open. Her upper half was lowered down closer to my body, but her bottom half wasn't, giving me a wide, clear view down - or more like up - her back. Straight to where her hips swelled out and her ass started.
"And I love your muscles."
Fuck.
Nessie's lips parted even further and her tongue came out, dipping down between my abs. My body let me arch up into Nessie's mouth like I wanted. Yes.
I was confused - and at the same time only half-bothered by it - as Nessie's tongue kept up its hot, gentle exploring. Licking, kissing, driving me insane. Why couldn't I react how I wanted?
