Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Stranger by Katie Costello.
Stranger
You've followed me so far
Until the roads converged
As did the stars
Stranger
The moon looks blue tonight
Your photo framed
Raw within in my mind
But not tonight
When Jacob and Nessie pulled away after stealing a couple of centuries, he was helpless to resist the power of her presence. She had always been the answer to his questions, the salvation to his problems, and staying away from her had been futile. He had a feeling, even if he was in Seattle for a hundred thousand years, she wouldn't have taken forever to come after him.
Her love for him was stronger than any vampire or wolf, and if anybody doubted that fact, they couldn't be more wrong. Nessie would always be there to save Jacob, whether he liked it or not, from whatever disaster he put himself through. Nessie was everything to him; she made his life worth living. And there was no way he was losing her—never again.
Why didn't Jacob realize that he belonged with Nessie before?
What made him so stupid?
Still. . . There was a mysterious gleam within Nessie's milk chocolate orbs, so beautiful and so amazing. It took him far too many moments to register that look. Nessie recognized Jacob—as more than the guy who could have broken her heart and left her, but as somebody else. When she emitted a gentle sigh, that was all the evidence he needed in to finally understand. Nessie knew exactly what they had once been to each other. She remembered. It was unbelievable—with embers of recollection crackling in the jade flecks of her eyes—that she remembered just as much as Jacob did.
His luck seemed too good to be true, that Nessie was here at all.
At first, when their lips parted, Jacob still had some trouble in believing that his Nessie was in his arms—that she was really real, that she was tangible, and all memories were returned to her. It was difficult for Jacob to realize that this woman far more than the best dream ever. He considered that this may have been one of Faethra's hoaxes to lure him to into the forest for an inevitable death—yet he knew that no fantasy, nor a trick, could compete with the sunny brilliance of Nessie's flawless smile, the one she was giving him. Jacob quietly mused that maybe his mind finally snapped and now he was merely seeing things—this girl was a hallucination, but she felt real in his arms. For awhile, Jacob was speechless, and soaked in the beauty of Renesmee Cullen's, formerly also Black, grace. She was a sight for sore eyes—his very sore, very blind eyes.
They went away from the café window and stepped inside. When he and Nessie ate lunch for the while they were there, Lizzie was nowhere to be found after Jacob mentioned her several times in conversation. "We've met once before," Nessie informed Jacob, to which he responded with a quizzical expression, and she soon added, "when we came for our first date ever. Remember? She was our waitress."
And perhaps that fact should have been questionable to Jacob, but his memory of Lizzie that day was vague. Jacob recalled the boyish excitement of finally being out on his first date with the girl of his dreams as well as being out of the watchful eyes of her family, but yes. Lizzie had been there. But she was also the girl he met, in his former life, the day prior to his imprint's birth, and in this life, she had been the sole reason why he didn't meet Nessie. But no, that question didn't enter Jacob's mind. Not really.
After lunch, Jacob wandered off into the restroom, made a call to work, and easily quit his job. Then, he came out; he and Nessie went hand-in-hand down the street, and they went for a stroll. The two reminisced—a happy couple just going down about ten blocks. Nessie talked about the long hours she spent at the piano as a little girl, attempting to impress her family—primarily Jacob, because she loved how he would beam at her proudly; and she explained to him that when she had to live through the piano lessons again, her passion wasn't nearly as strong, because he was her inspiration. Leah didn't motivate Nessie , he recalled aloud about how much he enjoyed discovering his tender nature with every single stage of Nessie's life—how he loved to be really be a man with her.
Everything was great for the moment.
"The building doesn't look so bad," Nessie commented, tapping an index finger against her chin, as the two took the elevator up to the apartment.
"That's because you don't live here," he snorted, rolling his eyes, and reluctantly released her hand to fish the keys out of his pocket.
"You're right. It might look charming to an outside," she replied, stepping out of the elevator and they walked toward the door.
"Nah," Jacob said, shaking his head in disagreement. "I knew this place was crap before I set foot in it. You just have a way of seeing the world in a more optimistic way, even when the circumstance is undeserving. Other people can't do that."
"Oh?" the young Cullen inquired, as they stopped their tracks in front of the door.
"Yep," the Quileute confirmed with a nod. "And you know, Nessie, I've never been walked to my door before."
Nessie's delectable bottom lip caught between her pretty, white teeth. "I would hate to see this date end so soon. I thought it was going so well."
"Maybe you should come in for some coffee," Jacob suggested, stepping closer to her.
"I would love that," the half-human half-vampire murmured, beaming in excitement.
She crooked her index finger at Jacob in a come hither motion. He obliged accordingly, leaning in to kiss her succulent lips. It had been less than five minutes since he had last experienced the sweet taste of Nessie's mouth, but to him the time felt similar to eight centuries. Colors seemed to renew like winter to spring when Nessie was around, and Jacob felt at peace, or rather like he had come home after a too-long trip away.
Home found him.
Oh, and she was such an expert kisser.
It was impossible now to remember how he had possibly managed to stay away from Nessie for so long.
"I missed you so much," Nessie exhaled contentedly. The light sound was pleasant to Jacob, along with the beautiful thrumming rhythm of her heartbeat. "I shouldn't have waited so long to come after you, Jacob. I'm sorry." She encircled her arms around his shoulders.
The shape-shifter curled his fingers under the base of Nessie's chin and gave her soft lips another kiss. "I missed you, too."
"Hmm," she whispered, pursing her lips in a way Jacob found delightfully sexy. "So, Jacob. . . Are you going to invite me in or what?" Renesmee asked, gesturing to the door.
Jacob let out a groan in complaint, never forgetting how messy everything was behind that damn door. "Nessie," he replied, making a face, "will you do me a small favor?"
The half-breed shrugged wearily. "It depends on the favor."
"Close your eyes," Jacob requested, grinning sheepishly at her.
All of a sudden, Nessie's face become solemn and she seemed more offended than obliging, maybe even more hurt. "No."
"Why not?" Jacob asked in surprise.
"Because if I close my eyes or turn around for even a split-second, I'm afraid you might disappear," Nessie explained, the weight of her body shifting from foot to foot nervously. "I can't let that happen, Jake."
Oh, she was too perfect.
"I'm not going anywhere," Jacob promised, smiling warmly at her. His hand cupped her creamy cheeks and he gave her a light kiss on the forehead.
Appearing reluctant to speak, Renesmee replied softly, "You've said things like that before."
"Yes, I know, Nessie. I've been an idiot, but I swear this time—when you open yours again, I will still be here," Jacob said, wanting only to reassure his imprint.
"But. . ." Renesmee trailed off nervously, her shoulder trembling as though she might have been frightened by the dark. Her soft brown eyes widened and glazed over, making her look like a kicked puppy.
"Hey, hey, hey," Jacob muttered in worry, framing her beautiful face in his hands. "Baby, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry," Nessie apologized, gently swiping away his hands. "I know I'm being stupid, but I don't want to stop looking at you. It's been too long for me, Jacob."
"You're the sweetest," Jacob remarked sincerely, embracing her a little closer.
"Don't make me close my eyes," Nessie told him, shyly glancing down at the hallway floor.
Jacob stuck his apartment key into the hole, twisted and turned it, and the door unlocked. He nudged it open, but just barely. Then, he glanced back at Nessie. "My apartment is a mess, beautiful."
"I don't care," she replied, shaking her head.
"Just count to ten," Jacob grinned charmingly, attempting to be reasonable with her.
"All right," Nessie nodded, giving in. She sighed softly as her lavender eyelids fluttered gracefully closed. "One. . ."
He immediately rushed through the door an started cleaning like a man possessed, attacking all the clothes left hanging over the furniture and he grabbed four pizza boxes. It was probably one of the first times ever that Jacob thought of himself as a slob.
"Two. . . Three. . ."
Paperplates were tossed into the trashcan after just a few weeks of just sitting there.
"Four. . . Five. . ."
Turning on the sink, Jacob doused a sponge in water and wiped down ever dusty surface in the living room and then in the kitchen.
"Could you count a little slower?"
"Nope."
"Please?"
"Six. . ."
"How about if you count those in Mississippi's?"
"Get over it already, Jacob," Nessie laughed, keeping her eyes closed. "Seven. . . How is it coming?"
"Do you seriously need to ask?" Jacob grumbled, rolling his eyes. "It's a disaster."
"Eight. . . Nine. . ."
Oh, no! Jacob sped up his pace. "Don't you dare say-"
"Ten," Nessie concluded in a smug voice, opening her eyes to a slightly clean, more so chaotic living room.
"Crap," Jacob mumbled.
"I don't know what you're complaining about. It's really not that bad," Nessie laughed indulgently, quirking her eyes studiously.
"Don't play with me, Nessie," the shape-shifter chuckled lightly, tossing a few jeans into a laundry basket.
She smiled gently, exhaling exasperatedly as she glanced around. "No, really! For a bachelor pad, it's kind of endearing."
"Endearing?" Jacob repeated in question. "Your sarcasm is endearing."
"No, no, no," Nessie giggled, waving her hands around. "I mean it. It's endearing, because you gave up a life of cleanliness and food other than pizza—for me," Nessie smiled brightly, and shrugged one shoulder. "I suppose I appreciate that."
"Were you expecting my life to be more glamorous?" Jacob inquired, vacuuming the carpet and gestured to the sofa for her to sit down.
"I don't know," she answered, sitting down on the long armrest, her skirt riding up her legs enticingly. "I guess I must have anticipated that there was a chance you moved on with someone else."
"We both know you mean more to me than that," Jacob said, and relaxed a little bit. There was no saving this place.
"I do," the hybrid admitted as Jacob stepped over to her, fiddling with her hands, "but what I don't understand is why this apartment is so. . ."
"Why it looks like a tornado blew through here," he offered jokingly.
"Just remember that you said it, not me, but exactly!" Nessie exclaimed chipperly. "When we were married, you helped me keep our house neat and tidy all the time," she reminded him, arching an eyebrow.
"I didn't want you to think that I was some pig that needed to be trained," Jacob confessed sheepishly, smooching each of Nessie's delicate fingertips.
"So much for that impression."
"What can I say? You've always brought out the best in me."
"Oh, boy, do I know it?"
"Were you this cheeky when we were married before?" Jacob inquired, grinning somewhat indulgently—but the words felt odd on his tongue. Almost wrong.
"Married. . ." Nessie repeated, only a little bemused. "Past-tense. It's weird."
He exhaled softly to himself, shifting his feet awkwardly. "I know," Jacob agreed, and pushed her further up on the couch. "It's like we got a divorce, except I don't ever remember filing for one."
She nodded gently, puffing out a breath, and smiled sadly. "Neither do I. It was just kind of dropped on us."
"We have new lives, new homes, and one of us has a new imprint," Jacob added, chortling at the last one.
"Yeah," Renesmee giggled, furrowing her eyebrows. "Who knew that Leah Clearwarter and I would end up being such close friends? Best friends."
"Hey, I thought I was your best friend," Jacob jokingly whined, but maybe he was a little jealous of Leah after all. His past with Nessie hadn't entirely been forgotten, but Leah would still have some rights to Nessie. There was a wolfpack code.
"You were. Are. . . I don't know," she admitted, shrugging and looking guilty for not being totally certain.
"I've been replaced," Jacob said as his mouth went agape in mock-horror.
"No, Jacob," Nessie told him in a firm, assuring tone. "Never. I love you more than anyone."
"Do you promise?" the Quileute queried, already aware of this truth. He loved her more than anyone else, too.
"Forever and ever, Jacob," Nessie vowed, drawing an 'X' over her heart with the nail from her pinky finger. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Jacob murmured, sliding back a handful of penny-colored strands behind her ear, where his lips ghosted against her delicate, cream earlobe.
"Mhmm," Nessie laughed, forcing him to stand back. "So. . . You've slept with other women."
Jacob's heart sank into his stomach. "Yeah, about that. . ."
"Don't bother to explain yourself to me, Jake," the young woman said in a good humor, leaning her head on her shoulder. "I know I'm more special to you."
"No, Nessie," he replied instantly, closing the space between their bodies and lost himself in the desert-brown depths of his imprint's sweet eyes. "You're special to me, period. Those other girls were nothing. I didn't know it, but it was you I wanted all along. I was searching for you. It's always been you."
Renesmee beamed excitedly at Jacob, standing up from the armrest. "That was the most perfect thing to say." Her arms slipped around the muscular shape of his lower torso and she rested her head on his chest. "Do you mean it, Jacob Black? Because if you don't, I'm going to break your face."
An exaggerated groan escaped from Jacob's chest. "Oh, I love it when you're kinky."
"Don't get cute with me."
"I can't help it, baby. I was born that way."
"Shut up."
He smiled gently at his beautiful Nessie; and all he wanted to do was take her by the hand and run away to some secluded island, just somewhere he could could admire her for hours without any pesky interruptions. She was just too wonderful to be around and if missed out on another second of her life, Jacob would have suffered from a stroke from the separation anxiety. Jacob pulled Renesmee in, his arms slipped down to frame her heavenly waist as his head rested ontop of hers. In return, Nessie returned his warm embrace, and gave Jacob's neck a light kiss. And it was paradise—to hold her in his arms and to be held in her arms.
"Nessie. . ." he whispered, pulling away. The taste of her name was so sweet on his taste buds.
"Jake. . ." Nessie teased, but she quickly grew concerned when his lips began to strain. "Jacob, what's wrong?"
He shook his head, tapping the center of her soft lips with an index finger. "Nothing, Nessie. I just missed you," Jacob said, affectionately placing a tender kiss atop her forehead. "A life without you is terrible."
"I know," Nessie sighed lightly, and grimaced. "Jacob, you must promise me that from here on out, we are in this together. You and me, okay? No more leaving. Promise me, Jacob."
"I promise you, Nessie," the man-wolf nodded, entwining their pinkies. "We're a team, right?"
"Always, my Jacob," Renesmee simpered.
"Yes," he confirmed, half-smiling. "Your Jacob."
"You can't keep acting like you're in this all by yourself, because you're not anymore. You're not alone. You have me, Jacob. I'm here. I'm always here for you," Nessie promised, her voice shaking in places as she spoke.
"But. . . I let you die," Jacob stated darkly, and stepped a few feet back from her.
"Sh, sh, sh. That was not your fault," Nessie replied in a small voice, the corners of her pretty mouth tugging into a tight frown. "It's in the past."
Jacob gazed at Renesmee absent-mindedly before a thought penetrated the back of his mind. "Come with me," he commanded gently, leading her into her small bedroom.
On the smooth, red-wood surface of his dressed was his first Christmas gift to the half-human half-vampire girl. He lifted the trinket to his finger, showing it to her.
She blinked, astounded by the bracelet and gasped at the sight. "It's. . . It's my. . . Well, it's my. . . My bracelet?"
"Yes," Jacob nodded. "Bella gave it to me. It's what made me remember you."
Nessie placed her hand over the leathery jewel on Jacob's heated palm, accidentally transmitting a few memories of her own into Jacob's head. "I can't believe she kept this from me."
"It's because she loves you, Nessie," the shape-shifter retorted as Nessie sat down on the edge of the bed. "Don't get mad at her." After all, Bella was the one who agreed to keep his secret. It was him Nessie should have been angry at.
"I'm not," the half-human half-vampire girl quickly replied, just a shade defensive. "I'm just in a state of shock. My head is still reeling."
"I know," Jacob agreed, wincing. "All of this is weird."
"Really weird," Renesmee added softly, "and magical. . . This isn't exactly something I regret. We have been given a second opportunity to get our lives together right—to have it all. I got to fall in love with you all over again."
"Without the imprint," Jacob mentioned.
"We're always bound together by our souls, Jacob. That magnetic pull is always going to exist," Nessie explained, her orbs of enchanting chocolate softening.
"Put on the bracelet," he requested, gently raising Renesmee's right wrist to his lips.
"Not yet. I want to wait."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"Our promise feels tainted, doesn't it?"
"No! Jacob, no!" Nessie exclaimed, forcing him down on the bed beneath her. "That's not it at all. I'm alive right now because of you, Jacob. You protected me, but I don't know. It's doesn't feel like the right time. Not yet."
The expression on her face promised that everything between them was all right.
"Mmm, your face, Nessie. How could I have seen your face a thousand times and not have remembered you all on my own?" Jacob questioned aloud, calmed by the soft look on her beautiful face. They sat up together, smiling.
"Because," Nessie began, a glint of allure twinkling in her eyes, "we were never meant to remember each other."
"We were never meant to see each other again either," Jacob reminded his imprint, playfully tapping at the bridge of her nose.
"Nothing could keep us divided for good. Not even death," Nessie replied reassuringly, nibbling on her nether lip.
"I love you, Nessie. I will never let you slip away from me again," he swore solemnly, wishing it could be his teeth biting down her plump lips.
"Jacob, the only thing I want to focus on right now is us," Nessie murmured in a hushed tone, as her scent grew more potent.
"Then, how about we pretend, just for the rest of the night, there's nothing—no risk—about us being together? It's just you and me, okay?" Jacob proposed huskily, the already dark shades of his eyes growing even darker. "And tomorrow morning we can go back home."
"Really?" Renesmee questioned, suddenly standing up from her excitement. "You'll go back with me?"
"I belong with you, Nessie," Jacob stated evenly, not for a second ever willing to doubt that ever again, "and we belong with our families."
"I love you, Jacob."
"I love you, too, Nessie."
"You're the best, but I've always known that."
Jacob arose slowly from the edge of the mattress, his dark chocolate irises locked on his soul mate in a predatory fixation, while he stalked over to her. Nessie looked so delicious in the dimmed, yellow light of the room—the tender glow just so mesmerizing on her alabaster skin, the silhouettes from her petite body dancing and shimmering on the carpet. His mouth began to water at the sight of her, the generous aroma of Nessie's arousal thick in Jacob's nostrils. He could have buried his nose in for more, but there was another task they had to focus on.
"You are so beautiful," Jacob whispered, his breath like feathers against the lily-white of her skin. "So, so, very beautiful. I can't stop loving you."
"Don't you ever stop loving me," Nessie replied, leaning her back on the wall. "Feel free."
"You're barking on dangerous territory with permission like that," he warned, grinning wolfishly.
"Arf."
The shape-shifter molded his mouth to the half-breed's, immediately entranced by the strawberry sweetness that he could have stayed lost in forever. His tongue sparked a longing fire against the entrance of Nessie's lips, his hungry taste buds slipping and sliding in a devouring excitement. Nessie groaned, her bones about ready to transform into jelly, and he couldn't help but grin even wider. He had missed her arousing, little noises.
And tonight, Jacob knew there was still more to come.
More and more, he would have her.
"Oh, Jacob," she groaned breathlessly, "oh. . ."
Gently pulling away from Renesmee's mouth, and although she tried desperately to keep their lips attached, Jacob placed his palms flat against her shoulders, and held her still to the wall. Jacob's head dipped in between the nape of her neck, his tongue gracefully tracing the length of her beautiful neck—his teeth pinched softly at her skin, the glistening white pillars nibbling mercilessly. Jacob let out a husky chuckle, and descened further—down her neck. He was starving for Nessie, as her shoved her shirt over her head and made haste in unclasping her bra.
"Please?" she begged, arching her breasts.
Obliging her wishes, Jacob latched her watered down mouth around Nessie's beautiful breast and suckled harshly—biting gently as the nipple began to bud, while his other hand cupped the opposing breast. He softened up a bit, his tongue tracing the outline of her perfect button and licked it down, then switched to the other breast to give it the exact amount of attention it deserved. His mouth was too enthused to slow down, but another part of him desperately wanted to take his time tonight. The chemicals of his body were out of control and jittery. Jacob took a moment and paused, which caused Nessie to whimper in annoyance—shuddering vehemently.
The poor thing.
Smirking against her supple flesh, Jacob's mouth strayed from his imprint's pink areolae, over to the side of her stomach—planting affectionate kisses upon her frame, and bit down every so often. She tasted like perfection, the incarnate version of his heart's desire—her flavors like spring strawberries against his ever-yearning tongue, which made the hybrid's glorious, pale skin glisten. Jacob's mouth eagerly sucked at Nessie's skin, soft and supple, and left a trail of pink marks that would claim her as his. His tongue feathered the valley between her alabaster mountains—leaving an airy path around each underside, and down the rim of her belly button.
His mouth tugged down on Renesmee's jeans, allowing her wettening panties to be still for the moment. Tossing her pants to the side, Jacob silently mused that he would spend some more time admiring the perfection of Nessie's legs—the way they adorned a natural moon crème complexion in any given light, the silky texture, and a sexy shape that made him salivate.
Jacob drew her right leg over his shoulder, turning his head to the side and his teeth twisted the supple flesh from her knee. Nessie squeaked, voicing her delight and surprise. He lifted her leg just a little higher, licking a straight line from the curve of her right, bottom cheek, to the back of her knee. Then, Jacob buried his head in Nessie's inner thigh, his tongue lapping flat against her flushed skin. Oh, she was too good. . . He hooked her left leg over his other shoulder as Nessie's delicate fingers dug into Jacob's durable scalp, wanting him to come closer to the warmth of her drenched sex. How could he argue with that logic? He was closer to her scent than he had been in awhile, the proximity so utterly tempting and the small had the power to driver him crazy.
"Jacob, please. . . I need you," Nessie beseeched, emanating a sharp through her teeth.
"Well, since you asked me to so nicely," Jacob smirked, pressing the tip of his thumb against her beating clit.
"Aahng! Jake!" she whined, her voice sugary like cotton candy.
"You like that, babe?" he inquired smugly.
"Y-Yes," Nessie stammered, her breath growing quick and harsh.
Jacob took a small lick at the wet spot of her panties; the taste was nearly his undoing. His sharp teeth pulled forward at the flimsy cotton fabric, and ripped them clean off her body, then spat them into the discarded clothes pile. "Settle down, Nessie. I promise I'm take care of you."
Grabbing Nessie's nether cheeks with his hungry palms, Jacob's tongue dove straight into her pink core, all soaked and soft for him. His tongue lapped with her intense ferocity at the nub of fire, tickling it with animatistic abandon. Her feminine honey poured generously—flourishing profusely, as Jacob tried to collect as much of her arousal as he could with his taste buds. The slippery, excited surface of his pink flesh slipped between her damp folds, sensitive with deep anticipation. This action earned Jacob another groan from Nessie and the sounds grew more frequent with every single stroke of his indulgent serpent upon her slippery womanhood. Her sex leaked out even more, abundant with sweet and fruity flavors, and he was certain that it wouldn't be long before he would become an addict to Nessie's nectar. Jacob missed being in this angle—with his head between his Nessie's flawless thighs.
Yummy.
Nessie was like heaven to his mouth, like a reward, and Jacob wanted to breathe all of her into his pores.
And he could feel her about to come undone as his tongue twirled around her pusling clit, and she was only seconds away. Jacob was a man of his word and he was about to deliver on his promise, until. . .
"No, no, no, Jacob!" Nessie shouted, using her right hand to carefully tilt his head up so that he would look at her. "Not yet."
"But, baby, you're so close," Jacob reminded her. "Don't you wanna. . ."
"Come here," she huffed, gesturing up and down at her nude form. "I'm very naked, Jacob."
"You sure are," he chuckled darkly, winking up at Nessie as her legs easily slipped off his shoulders.
"And you are not," Nessie pointed out.
"Let's fix that, shall we?"
"Whatever you want."
His mouth skimmed the porcelain plains of Renesmee's slender stomach, his tongue played and swirled around her puckered nipple, and ghosted his lips over her clavicle, up the side of her neck. Jacob grinned to himself when Nessie let out a rough breath, a consuming shiver shattering throughout her body. He nibbled on her earlobe and Nessie rested a hand on Jacob's neck, accidentally opening the connection to her emotions.
He was tangled up in the web of Nessie's thoughts; he could feel how much she needed him—the red desire of her yearning walls. And that strokes his own fire all the more. The way she burned for him never ceased to amaze him, and it never failed to get him pumping greedily. It was crazy, and he was crazy about her.
"I need you, too, baby," Jacob groaned, digging his digits into her luxurious hips.
Nessie paused in confusion, then in horror as she withdrew her head. A delicate, pink-cherry blush tinted the ivory of her cheeks, and she shrugged. "Sorry."
"Don't be," Jacob said, massaging her hip bones. "I think it's sexy."
She smiled gently, pursing her lips nervously. "Sexy?"
"You are," Jacob laughed.
Her hands wrapped around Jacob's biceps, show him how much she adored the bulging muscles. Jacob flexed jokingly, eliciting from her an eruption of giggles. Nessie arched an eyebrow, moving him backward for the bed in the center of the room. When she playfully shoved on his shoulders, Jacob dramatically fell back on the edge of the bed. The coils of the mattress screeched in approval as Nessie climbed over Jacob, looping her fingers on the tight waistband of his jeans, but they were gone in the next second, along with his t-shirt. His clothes now rested in a pile on the floor over hers.
Renesmee's dessert-tinted irises gazed studiously at Jacob, her left hand running over the smooth, hairless surface of his rippling, masculine chest. She was beautiful on top of him, her round breasts all perfect and perky. Nessie scooched down the tall length of Jacob's body until her flawless, shell-pink mouth was only inches away from his twitching manhood, yet she was still so far away him. Jacob emitted an aching moan, the warm breath from the half-human half-vampire brushed over his needy tip. As he sucked in a sharp breath, he inwardly pleaded with her to just do it already, or just do something, otherwise she might unleash the wolf's dangerous wrath.
Come on, Nessie.
With a firm grasp around the base of Jacob's proud staff, Renesmee peppered small kisses along the entire underside in a tender affection. She edged out her tongue, carefully darting it between the sensitive glands of her nether head. He loved and hated it when Nessie teased him like this, toying with his hopeful expectations. Her hands pawed playfully at his twin spheres below, like a cat spending leisure time with her playthings. All the while, her dazzling tongue slithered masterfully upon him, tracing the veins bulging out of his sizzling, russet skin.
Before Jacob could fully register the immaculate power radiating from Nessie's mouth, he was suddenly lodged into the back of her throat. Jacob's eyelids squeezed shut, his hands gently grasped the coppery roots of her hair for dear life as she pumped Jacob's thick member—her cheeks hollowed out, the muscles of her wondrous throat contracting around him with such a ferocious passion that he almost saw stars, as her sugary mouth stroked him in a long, hard pace that caused his teeth to grit. Her expert tongue, her warm breath, her tight throat—were all magnanimous. And the icing on top of the delicious cake that was his life was that Nessie knew all the right ways to play with his identical weights—tugging and massaging them.
So, so perfectly.
When Jacob finally mustered the courage to open his eyes again, the furniture seemed to materialize into the walls while the rest of the room blurred to black. All he could see—all he could feel—was the blistering, wonderful ways Nessie worked his throbbing rod, twisting her mouth like a wrench. Jacob could feel the familiar, splitting ache tense in his loins—flirting with the precipice of the best high ever, but he wanted to hold out just a little while longer.
"N-N-Nessie," Jacob panted in a raspy voice, struggling to find his voice again, and waved her delectable mouth away from his manhood. "Not yet, baby," he told her.
She nodded in understanding, her mouth and hands departing at Jacob's request. Her magical lips, hotter than fire, laid a plethora of kisses up the burning path of his stomach, and gave him some time to settle down. After waiting an eternity, Nessie finally reached his mouth. Her bottom lips ghosted over his, but Jacob was entirely too hungry for her. His mouth immediately captured Nessie as his erection rubbed against the flat surface of her stomach, making them both groan. Jacob's thirsty palpus dipped deeper into her mouth, wrapped deliciously around hers—ready to breathe Nessie in.
Jacob slid one of his knees between Nessie's irresistible thighs, this action causing her to quickly from their kiss and emitted a beautiful mewl—music to Jacob's ears. She sat up, her hips involuntarily bucking against the sensational friction. He grinned up at his imprint, allowing his heated palms to glide up the hybrid's creamy stomach and massaged her supple, weighty breasts. The pads of Jacob's thumbs brushed gently against Nessie's hardened buds. Her lower lip, swollen from their passionate kissing, caught between her ever-beautiful, gleaming, rectangular teeth.
"Oh, Jake. . ." Renesmee exhaled, deliberately arching her breasts further into his hands. "Jacob. . ."
His knees locked between her thighs, using all of his strength to flip their positions. A bubbly giggle escaped Nessie's lips as Jacob's fingers hooked under the back of her knees, bringing her ankles up to rest on his shoulders. While underneath Jacob's sun-like, solidified gaze, Nessie turned her head to the side—depriving him of the absolution of her amazing brown eyes that could heal the blindness of a single man. His hand reached down to cup her raspberry-red cheek, tilting her face straight—toward him—as his thumb skimmed below the soft skin of her black eyelashes. Nessie smiled, the alabaster glow beaming like a full moon—the stunningly beautiful contours of her mouth released a luminosity that would align the galaxy.
She slightly raised the lower half of her body to him as Jacob took his russet wood into his left hands, stroking the head up and down betwixt her lubricated, bottom lips, and pressed down hard when he felt the soft thudding her clit. He felt a subsequent rush of pride when Nessie growled at him like the (half-) vampire she was, like a hungry panther on the prowl. At last, Jacob appeased both of their whining sexes by letting himself fall into her. His now soaked phallus rejoiced, finally flawlessly snuggled between Nessie's tight channel.
And this time, it felt more than right. This time, they remembered all it was that they meant to each other.
Yes.
"Fuck," the shape-shifter swore under his breath. "Nessie, you're so. . ."
The wolf interrupted Jacob's train of thought. A low snarl resonated throughout Jacob's chest as he continued to plunge his handsome erection into Renesmee's delectable depths. He stroked harder in and out of her tight canal, Nessie's walls closing in around him—squeezing Jacob's length like a vice. A sweet moan, the sound of honey and vanilla, escaped from Nessie's mouth, as she rocked her strong hips into the heavy, pounding thrusts. Her arms shot up to Jacob's stomach to hang on while his solid flesh relentlessly soaked in the nectar from her womanhood. Nessie's sharp fingernails bit into his copper muscles, scratching down and left light, pink marks on his abdominals. Then Jacob growled, gripped his hands harder around Nessie's knees.
Humming to herself, Nessie balled her hands into fists. "Jacob!" she shouted.
The palatable walls of Nessie's moist snatch clamped down mercilessly around Jacob's manhood, her body writhing out of control. Her damp cave quaked, spasming deliciously and released even more addicting wetness as it cascaded onto his member. She screamed out the long syllables of his name, while his deep thrusts drew out the time of her orgasm and made it last longer. Nessie's heart was thundering inside of her chest, beating like a snare drum. Jacob couldn't hold out any longer, the mouth-watering sensation of Nessie's body reacting to him this was too much. Warm liquid erupted like a volcano out of his nether head, spilling into his soul mate's beauty. He panted harshly, collapsing adjacent to her on the bed.
Jacob was happily breathless, pulling Nessie into his arms. "I love you, Nessie."
"I love you, too, Jacob," she murmured tiredly, resting her head over his chest—over the loud thudding of his heart.
"Thank you for coming after me," he yawned, burying his nose into the soft, bronze tendrils of her hair. "Thank you for having the courage I never did."
"Jacob. . ."
"No. It's true. I know you'll say differently, but the pattern I created disagrees. But this time, I'm going to follow wherever it is you lead me," Jacob promised, sealing it with a kiss on her forehead. "No more running away, unless it's with you."
Nessie propped up her chin on her wrist. "Marry me, Jacob."
"Again" he queried.
"Again," she confirmed softly.
"I don't know. It seems kind of sudden, and you're not even down on one knee," he teased nefariously, winking.
"Jacob Black. . ." Nessie whispered, her pillowy lips brushing against the lobe of his ear, "marry me."
He nodded, replying, "A thousand times."
Humming hallelujah
In the dark
Whispered poems leave you to be
Humming hallelujah
In the night
The sun might rise
As sometimes does it fall
Hallelujah
