AN: I'm back! This chapter comes with a warning, so please take the time to read this note. This whole chapter deals with explicit material, and while it is between two consenting adults, if that is not your cup of tea feel free to skip this chapter.

As always, I do not own Twilight.

Again she was caught by the consuming nature of his kiss, his lips no longer cool but instead nearly warm from the constant contact with her skin. A near constant rumbling of his purr filled the air around them, only disrupted by gasps as his lips began to trail down her neck.

"Fuck kitt'n," His voice was deeper than she expected, and she thought for a moment that perhaps he was just as affected by everything as she was. "I'm goin' to try and go slow, but fuck, you're perfect like this…"

A loud tearing sound and suddenly her shirt was just scraps of fabric barely hanging on. His lips on her collarbone, the light scrape of his teeth made her feel like a feast laid before him. Helpless to all these new sensations her hand flew up to his hair, clutching with a tight grip she couldn't begin to loosen. A growl from him, a barely there flick of his tongue in the dip of her cleavage, and suddenly he was talking to her again.

"You're so beautifully flushed here, kitt'n," The caress of his voice caused another flush of heat to go through her, and she arched forward, her breasts practically shoved into his face. She was rewarded with the snap of her bra falling away and a pleased chuckle from him. "Fuckin' stunnin'."

His hands, rough in texture yet so gentle when they touched her, cupped each breast. The way his thumb brushed across her nipple caused Bella to throw her head back, a shaky exhale of his name escaping her.

"Jasper…"

At the sound of his name from her lips he nearly growled, but instead his grip tightened just barely on her breast, causing her to moan.

"I can't tell ya how long I've wanted to see this tits, kitt'n, to touch them like I am now." He leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, inordinately pleased when it pebbled against his tongue.

Bella meanwhile was burning. Her body was a tight knot of sensation, Jasper's touch on her skin unlike anything she had ever felt. Including her own clumsy fumbling late at night in the dark under the covers.

Never had she felt so alive as she did in that moment where her legs wrapped themselves around Jasper's hips almost without her permission, and she felt the stiff hardness of her mate against the burning of her core.

A vicious sounding snarl and Jasper released her nipple from his mouth, only to turn and devour the other one.

She couldn't help the sounds she was making, couldn't stifle them if she tried. Her hands slid from his blonde curls, down his neck, landing on his broad muscles shoulders.

"Jasper, Jasper please!" She wasn't even sure what she was begging for, but she knew he would know, that he would take care of her.

His face was suddenly hovering above her own, his eyes pitch black pools of desire.

"So sensitive," He murmured, soft enough that she wasn't even sure if the words were for her. "Do ya want more kitt'n?"

His hands on her hips, thumbs tracing distracting circles across her hip bones and dipping into the waist band of her jeans every so often, stealing her breath away.

"I'll give you anything, everything, ya just gotta ask me."

His words just barely broke through the haze in her head, and she surged forward to catch his lips with hers.

It was a clumsy collide of lips and tongue and teeth, but Jasper growled and clutched at her like it was the best kiss he had ever had.

"Please." She whimpered against his lips, her body pressed against the hard planes of his. "I don't know what-I can't-"

She fumbled with her words before whining in frustration, her hands scrabbling down his back.

A dark laugh against her skin, and Jasper pulled back just far enough that he could take his shirt off. Bella drank in the sight of his chest, toned and pale with a dusting of blonde hair across his chest. He let her look her fill, a cocky smirk on his face before he brought her attention back to his hands on her hips.

"These are comin' off kitt'n, arch your hips if ya don't want me to rip 'em."

Awkwardly Bella untangled her legs from his hips and arched her hips up just enough for Jasper to peel the denim from her.

The hungry look in his eyes kept her from being embarrassed by her basic blue cotton hipster underwear. His eyes zeroed in on the wet spot right there in the apex of her legs, the blue cotton looking almost as black as his eyes with the wetness collected there.

She barely blinked before his face was there between her thighs, inhaling deeply with a hungry look in his eyes. Bella made a startled noise and went to clench her thighs together, but his hands firm on her inner thighs stopped her, his eyes flickering up to meet hers.

"Uh, uh, kitt'n," Jasper's voice held a dangerous hard edge in it. "I didn't say you could close ya legs. Keep 'em open for me."

An almost painful squeeze that Bella found herself liking too much, and then her legs were hooked over his shoulders, his arms cradling her hips with his palms flat against her back. Jasper nuzzled his face into the wet spot of her underwear and Bella's head went back as she blinked her eyes up towards the ceiling.

Oh god, oh god, this can't be happening. People didn't really do this right, it was just something that happened in porn. Right?

She glanced down when she felt the slow drag of Jasper's tongue against her heat, and the feel of his tongue combined with the sight of his head between her legs was too much and she had to look away.

"Fuckin' delicious."

The cold air suddenly touching her where it wasn't before made her moan in a combination of embarrassment and desire, her cheeks aflame.

The drag of Jasper's tongue against her lips and clit made her scream, hips kept in place only by Jasper's strong grip.

He hummed in pleasure, the vibration running through her in a way that was surprisingly, before he buried his face in and devoured her.

Nothing could have prepared her for the full force of Jasper's hunger.

As he licked and sucked, snarling slurping noises coming from him, Bella was lost in pleasure.

A tightness was forming deep in her gut, building and building, and distantly she was aware of a tingling sweeping through her lips and the tips of her toes and fingers. At some point her hands had went to her own breasts, grasping at her flesh as if she could anchor herself against the storm that was Jasper's mouth. Sounds that she would have never could have come from her were falling from her lips as her body twisted and trembled and hurtled itself towards something she had never felt before but knew deep in her soul would be otherworldly.

Just as she thought she would never reach that moment, that surely her heart would give out beforehand, Jasper slipped a finger slowly inside her heat. She gasped and bucked forward, chasing the feeling of being penetrated. Jasper purred, the noise coming deep from his chest, sealed his lips over her clit, and tore Bella from her body when he slid a second finger in with the first.

"Jasper!" His name was the last thing Bella remembered before drifting into bright, hot, bliss.

When she came back to herself, it was to the feeling of Jasper slowing slipping his fingers out of her. With panting breaths she opened her eyes and looked down, just to be treated to the site of Jasper licking his fingers like they were coated in decadent dessert instead of just her juices.

He was watching her, the look on his face indescribable, and when he caught her eye he practically prowled his way back up her body. She was caged in by him, and when he placed a wet kiss on her lips she realized that her lips still felt tingly and almost numb.

He searched her face, for what she didn't know. She was sure she was a flushed, sweaty, trembling mess but he looked at her with such tenderness that she only felt alive.

Still holding her gaze, Jasper slipped a hand down her body, his fingers delving inside her again. She gasped at the feel of his fingers against her hot wetness, feeling herself open effortlessly for him. As if reading her thoughts he spoke.

"You open up so beautifully for me, kitt'n…" She could drown in the liquid heat of his voice. His fingers kept a steady pace of in, out, in, out, that was making her legs shake. "I wonder if you'd open up for all of me like that…"

She moaned at his words, arching and grinding into his hand. Already she was wondering how she ever lived without these sensations, how she ever waited to have this with Jasper who played her so easily.

"That's right, kitt'n. Listen to ya body. Feel how it opens up so well for me?" He slipped another finger inside her and the stretch of it made her moan so loud that Jasper growled in response. "Atta girl, ya love the stretch of me inside ya don't cha? Fuck, you're so wet it's like you're tryin' to pull me in."

A twist of his fingers that made her feel aflame, and suddenly she was hopelessly, pathetically, empty.

"Jasper!" Bella whined his name high in her throat, her body having a mind of it's own arching towards him desperately.

Jasper's jaw was clenched, a steady growl coming from him, and when he leaned forward to catch her mouth it was with a demanding kiss.

"Don't whine, kitt'n, I'll give ya what ya want. Easy…" His accent drew out the last word and she felt him lean his hips back slightly before suddenly he was there again, the cold hard length of something pressing against her thigh. Bella looked down the length of their naked bodies, her flushed skin pressed against his scarred skin. She took in a startled breath at the intimating sight of his dick, long and thicker than she thought it would be. Her fingers reached towards it, but she barely brushed against him before he hissed and grabbed her hand bringing it up to pin it by her head.

"Later kitt'n. Later I'll let ya explore to ya heart's content, I promise."

She nodded at his words, and feeling brave, hooked a leg over his hip so he fell deliciously against her.

"Please Jasper." Her words were a quiet breath, but he heard her all the same, his head falling forward so she could just barely make out his eyes through the curtain of his hair as he pushed forward in one smooth stroke.

It didn't hurt, well, hurt isn't the word she would use. He was an unfamiliar stretch inside her, deeper inside than anything she had ever felt. She tilted her hips up slightly to meet his and gasped, heat flooding her and wetness trickling down her thigh.

She was full of him. So full of Jasper that with every small move she felt him. There was no escaping the unrelenting press of him inside her and she found she didn't want to. She met his eye, taking in his furrowed brow as he watched her, memorizing her face. She reached up and pulled his lips to hers, gasping as he shifted inside lighting her up like a star.

He was purring again, a rumbling thing that vibrated through her whole body, and that combined with the deliberate thrust of his hips ruined her.

She was ruined for everything except this feeling of her mate inside her, of them finally becoming one.

Jasper tore his lips away from her and grinned, happiness lighting his face in a way that made Bella's heart stutter.

"Oh kitt'n," The drawl of his voice was slow as molasses. "You were made for me."

After that, all they knew was pleasure.

AN: So...what did we think? Worth the wait? If anything, I hope I did this pairing justice. I hope you enjoy.