We froze, eyes wide and smiling, as we intently listened for sounds of Charlie. There was the soft drone of his voice as he talked on the phone. There was the pattering of rain and the occasional howl from the wind. A shrill beeping from the microwave let me know Charlie had found the leftover pot roast. Another moment passed before I licked Jacob's palm in an attempt for him to release me. His eyes were dark and heavy, the sparkling laughter gradually fading. The cold air grew thick and warm like honey pouring out of a jar. Jacob's palm brushed across my face as he cupped my cheek. He huskily asked, "Did you just lick me?"

Blushing, I mumbled, "Maybe."

"Hmm…" Jacob hummed as he leaned over and planted a smacking kiss to my lips. He pulled back just slightly and whispered, "That was unfair of you."

"Was it?" I breathlessly asked, eyes fluttering shut. He pressed a much longer, though still chaste, kiss to my lips. Warm breath washed across my face as Jacob said, "It's only right that I retaliate."

I blinked and mumbled, "Fair is fair."

Jacob gave a bright smile before scuttling right next to me, pressing his chest to my side. One hand was caressing my shoulder while he bent his head and placed a smacking kiss to my forehead. I giggled. He trailed light-hearted kisses across my cheeks and chin before slowly licking and nibbling his way down the column of my throat. Gasping, I threw my head back upon a pillow. Jacob pressed deeper against me and whispered, "Could I…?"

He sucked lightly against my throat and a surprised squeak left my lips. He muttered, "Don't like it?"
I croaked, "It's good."

I was staring at the murky ceiling, but I felt dizzy. Shutting my eyes, I focused on calming my uneven breathing. Jacob made that impossible. He was leaning much too close, towering over me and sweeping his hot skin against the thin blanket across my chest. His torso was sliding against mine and his head was dipping lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the base of my throat. He nipped at my collarbone, scraping his teeth so gently. He hoarsely asked, "Can I take the blanket off?"

I swallowed and nodded. There was a pause and I worried that I would have to speak out loud, but Jacob must have seen my head moving because he tugged slightly. The blanket rested upon my ribs quite suddenly dropped. My chest was exposed and what little warmth I had gathered seeped from my body. Jacob slowly moved the lower half of his body closer, so he wouldn't have to stretch quite so much. Once I realized what he was doing, I spread my legs enough so that the width of his body could fit in between my thighs. I was nervous, incredibly so, but a few chaste kisses and one lazy sweep of tongues had my head clouding and all worries disappearing.

Jacob's elbows were firmly planted on either side of me. He gave me another long, luxurious kiss before trailing his lips down my collarbone and across my chest. I inhaled sharply, chest heaving, as Jacob's mouth cruised between the valley of my breasts. His chin scraped my skin and I jumped. Once. Twice. He turned right and pressed a kiss to the inner side of my breast. To the left, Jacob repeated the action. My eyes were squeezed shut.

I was embarrassed by how quickly my breath sawed in and out of my lungs. His cheek grazed my right breast, gently settling until the weight of his face was pressed just there. His left hand rubbed against my ribcage before teasingly gliding over the underside of my left breast.

I gasped loudly. Jacob hummed and the vibration traveled across my sternum and went even deeper, digging itself into my bones. His fingertips danced over my skin before softly cupping the weight of each breast. He didn't squeeze, but only tenderly held me for a long moment. With every breath I took, the tip of my nipples grazed against the middle of his palms. One of his hands dropped away. A full mouth began to nibble the underside of my right breast just as Jacob's fingertips began to dance over the opposite side. His thumb began a rhythmic stroke that had my stomach tightening. There was a flashing moment of warm breath and calloused skin on a straining tip. Then, I was sky-rocketing far above myself.

My heels dug into the mattress. One hand gripped at the sheets beside my head while the other reached forward and dug into his silky hair. Jacob's mouth suckled, pulling in such a way that my body jolted in time to his pace. My throat was dry and my lungs refused to work properly. I wheezed, forcing air in and out of my body. My chest heaved as I panted. My body was straining against my will as if it had a mind other than my own. Low, thin noises were falling from my lips. Colors burst behind my closed eyes. There was an insistent, demanding throb between my legs that I had never felt before.

I gasped, "Oh, God. Jacob."

His body lowered until hot skin and a well-defined torso was flush with the softness of my own stomach. The heat was what I wanted, what I needed, so I surged upward. Warmth immediately soaked through the blanket separating our legs. Jacob was breathing as hard as I was. His torso moved quickly and thickly against my own. Both of us were moving because to do anything less would result in some kind of catastrophic disaster. Not to do so would mean I would cease to breathe. Jacob grunted, abruptly switching and putting his mouth on my other breast.

I whined wordlessly as the cold air hit my wet skin. His hand was suddenly there to rub and caress. Warmth built and increased tenfold. There was no way I could pretend as if I didn't feel the hot length of him twitching against my thigh. I was frustrated with the thin fabric of blanket between us, so I released my hand that had been holding to the bed sheets. Fumbling, I reached down and blindly yanked at the blanket. Jacob slowly pulled away from my breast, giving one last lick before looking up at me with wild eyes. He panted, "What are you doing, baby?"

"Blanket." I gasped, "Get rid of it. Now. Hurry."

Jacob nodded, reaching down until his hand was covering mine. Together, we pulled the blanket away. It was Jacob who took over and man-handled the offending fabric until it was tangled at our feet. He stood up on his knees, looking down at me with a dark, almost feral, expression. My eyes flickered over the shape of him. It was still too dark to see clearly, but there was no missing the length and width between his legs. My voice wobbled as I said, "I want to touch you."

Jacob let out a low groan. "Thank God. Do I get to keep touching you, too?"

I smiled softly and nodded. "You better."

He lowered himself, inch by inch, until we were pressed flush against one another for the first time. I could feel his skin twitching as I trembled. My body was taut as a bow, but I lied as still as I possibly could. His hips were the last to press into me. Heat. Sticky, hot heat. Soft velvet over steel. The length of him was trapped between his body and mine, lying between the pillow of my thighs. Jacob inhaled heavily, elbows trembling on either side of my head. His head was turned to the side, so I could see only a darkened side profile of his face. I leaned up just slightly and took his earlobe between my lips. My tongue began a tentative swirl and he moaned quietly. A surging, white-hot thrill shot through me at hearing that noise.

Jacob leaned to one side, holding most of his weight on his elbow as his other hand traveled smoothly over the length of my body from collarbone to the back of my knee. My mouth was clumsy with distraction, but he didn't seem to mind. I opened my lips wide, putting a very gentle bite on his Adam's apple. The next moan vibrated through his throat and into my own. I smiled, but that smile fell lax as fingertips began to creep up my thigh. He drew patterns on my inner thigh, which was damp with sweat. Blushing, I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. The words never came, but stuck in my throat because those fingers were seeking what I didn't know I needed.

The first touch was lighter than a feather. He retreated, massaging the softness of my inner thigh, before brushing the back of his knuckles across my core. I let out a shaky breath. The weight of Jacob's hand disappeared and I squinted in the dark, seeing the outline of his arm lift and hover at his mouth. I wondered what he was doing, but then his seeking fingers were back between my legs. A cool wetness on the tips of his fingers had my body jerking. Spit. He had put his fingers into his mouth moments before. I wasn't sure whether to be offended or not.

He paused with fingers pressed against my entrance. The sound of his deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts and brought me back to trembling bodies and heavy breathing. He roughly whispered, "Want me to stop, honey?"

"No." I whispered before hesitantly adding, "Just scared."

"Of me?" Jacob murmured. I blinked. My body tensed even further when one finger slid upward slowly. So slowly. Up and down. Soft and barely there. I croaked, "I don't want to disappoint you."

"Not possible." He paused before lowly saying, "You feel perfect, Bells."

Slowly and carefully, a thick finger pressed and pressed deeper until I felt knuckles hitting my skin. There was a pause before he began to move ever so slightly. I felt full in such an odd way. My chest moved erratically in time to the beat of my heart. My eyes were heavy. The feeling was part thrill and part worry. Jacob had hunkered down, one elbow still holding himself upward and his twitching length still against my thigh. A warm stickiness was coating that thigh and I knew, with a deep satisfaction, that the wetness was coming from Jacob. And I was the cause. Pooling between us was my own source of wetness. And he was the cause. There was beauty in that reaction.

The rough pad of his thumb suddenly dipped through slippery folds and settled on the small bud at the top of my core. A slow, circular rhythm began in time with the movements of his fingers. My heels dug into the bed again as my head arched backward. A whine choked me and ended on a gargled gasp. Jacob's rhythm skipped a beat and then continued eagerly.

I felt scared at the unknown feelings and powerful sensations ripping through me. My hands were fisted in the sheets of the bed and I wanted to speak to him, wanted to tell him I wasn't sure if I liked this feeling, but the words never came. Instead, I reached blindly and fumbled around until Jacob pulled his hand away from between my slick thighs. He maneuvered quickly and then he was pressing sweet kisses to my bare stomach. Jacob's mouth went even lower, tongue licking over my belly button just once. Alarmed and confused and throbbing, I squinted at him.

"What are you doing, Jake?" I squeaked. My hands shook as I quickly reached down to grab at his hair and cheek in order to keep him still. I saw a flash of burning eyes and then Jacob huskily said, "I want to try something even better."

"Something better?" I asked, dread and curiosity fighting within my head. I frowned, wondering and thinking and somehow knowing. "Y-You want to do…that?"

"If you mean put my mouth on you, then yes." He whispered as he turned his head slightly and nuzzled my hand. He roughly whispered, "Hell yes."

"I don't…what if…?" My voice was hoarse and thin. My thoughts were too few and too many for me to make sense of anything. Jacob murmured, "Don't stress, honey. We don't have to do this. I can stop right now."

I blinked. There was a pause. He growled, "I want to. Just know that I want to so badly. God, Bells, you smell great."

There was a pause. He kissed just behind my knee. My body broke out in gooseflesh. I gulped and whispered, "Okay."

His head snapped upward. He roughly asked, "Okay?"

"Yeah." I whispered with a nod, "Okay."

Jacob's lips slid across my thigh. I felt him smile. Warm, slick heat was suddenly everywhere. I gasped, my hands reaching down and curling into his hair as if they were meant to be there. His big palms cradled my thighs as my eyes slowly fell shut. My heart was beating a thrilling rhythm in my throat. We stayed like that, intertwined with my fingers carding through his silky hair while he sprawled between my legs, until the sun rose and burst across a pink sky.