SM owns the boys I just get to play dirty with them.
A/N: OK here it goes, A few thank you's to get out there.
First I would like to thank (iamamy) author off sleeves, an amazing person kicked my ass until I wrote this story, I had the idea but not the balls offered it to her, she was busy " thank God" and told me to run with it, so a big thank you to her.
To (Bellemeer) author of There's a crack in everything, who is also in collaboration with (cocoalvin) author of It All on a little story that just started called Bad Timing they are both amazing people always willing to offer help idea's and encouragement, thank you.
And to (Touchstone67) author of If on a winter's night for supporting me and answering all my stupid questions.
Also (musicmovesmypen) author of Tell me what you want, amazing story and a great person thanks.
All these stories and authors can be found on my favorites go check them out and show some love.
And last but never least my amazing beta and pre-reader Debra Anne, who without I would look like POOP, she keeps me on my toe's and sometimes I wonder if we were not separated at birth coming up with the same idea's at the same time.
So on with the show, a big ass chapter to fill all your needs, Jasper growing up, a reunion, and some loving.
I wake with a moan. Shit, I'd forgotten to close the curtains, and the God damn morning sunlight is hurting my eyes. Rolling to my side I groan: this bed might be small, but it feels fucking monstrous; it feels so empty and lonely without my guy.
Don't get me wrong, I've slept alone before. Edward works overnight at the hospital sometimes, but when I wake, it's to his smell on the sheets, his clothes lying by the hamper and the the aroma of brewing coffee. Oh yeah, my boy takes care of me in every way. Gotta love my man.
With a stretch and a moan I get my sad ass up and out of the bed, adjusting my boxers on the way to the kitchen; even after all these years just the thought of my boy affects me, especially in the nether regions. I gotta make my own fucking coffee this morning before I head for the shower. I hate feeling sad and lost! I don't like doing things by myself, or for myself for that matter. Not used to it I guess.
Edward has always taken care off me. It's not that I'm pampered, well maybe I am! a little! It's just he always seems to know what I need a minute or two before I realize it myself; so yeah, this fucking sucks big time.
Jake glares up at me then plops his head back down in a doleful manner when he realizes it ain't getting him nowhere. with a short whistle and quick side eye I let him know that he will be taken care of right after my shower.
The coffee is way to strong; think I over did it a little, and my shower was way to short and lonely. I God damn want my life back! I want my man. I can't continue do this alone, and I refuse to do it without Edward by my side. God, it's only been four days, and it feels like forever.
We've never been apart this long before, and it fucking sucks big donkey dick right now. I'm beginning to forget his smell, his feel; and I'm missing his smile. I need to be wrapped in him, it's so overwhelming. I need him to want to hold me again. Shit I just want him no matter what.
I get my sorry ass dressed and proceed to walk Jake. He has taken on my persona this morning. He's quiet and slow, and keeps looking up at me expecting something.
We go through the park, and I try to play fetch, but he's having no part of it. Even the cute girls that have shown him some interest are not awaking his horny side, and we all know he's a horny bastard, cause he's just like his master. 'Shit! He is Emmett's baby!'
Our walk is unsatisfactory, so we head home, well Jake's home! God only knows where the fuck my home is. He's out there somewhere, thinking about our situation, scrutinizing and analyzing it. Shit, hope he doesn't think to hard and realize I'm a fucking ass wipe and that he doesn't need me in his life.
Don't get me wrong, it's not all one-sided. I've taken care of Edward, but is it enough? I know I take care of his needs; we have never had a problem in the bedroom - that's when I let him keep it to the bedroom. He can be a little prude sometimes! I chuckle. When it comes to my baby getting off, the strong power of persuasion wins every time.
God knows I try my best to make him happy, but my God damn best wasn't good enough this time. 'Shit I really am a fuck up.'
Edward and I have always been able to talk about everything. We are best friends, not only husbands and lovers, with no secrets. We've known each other way to long for that shit.
Always been a very loving couple. People have always commented on the connection we share - we have this way of staying connected. Sometimes its just a look, or a swipe of the hand, fingers touching across a table or maybe just a smile, but it's always something, and it always proves to us that we are meant to be. Sometimes I think the boy can even read my mind.
After feeding Jake, I give him a good pat down. He's enjoying my attention, 'cause he loves his uncle Jasper.' I settle him down and head for the kitchen for one more cup of coffee before I head for the office and see what awaits me. Shit this really sucks.
Opening the door to the beeping, I'm now anxious and concerned. My life is tittering on the edge, and I have to find a way to right this wrong, to bring this situation to completion and get my boy back in my arms and bed where he belongs.
I know where he's coming from with this. It's not the first time we've talked about it - but it was always just a talk, a dream, a part of our future. I just didn't realize our future would come so soon. I thought we would have a few more years at least, a few more years of togetherness, a few more years of just being us - no schedules, no time tables. God help me, I am a selfish bastard.
When I think about it, it's not going to happen overnight; it might take time and planning. God only knows how long that will be, so maybe it's time to get my head out off my ass and really give this some thought.
Sitting at the desk, I take another sip off coffee. My heart's heavy - I really miss my husband. I want to know that he is safe and that we will make it through this, surely come out off it still in one piece. But I'm not the optimistic one - that's Edward's job.
I'm feeling tears roll down my face before I even know they're there. It's not sting or water this time, it's fucking tears! My chest is heaving and my breath is labored; I'm struggling to control myself. Shit I'm falling into a balls to the wall full on breakdown. I never knew there was such a thing as heartbreak - well shit I knew, I know, I've heard of it, but really didn't know it existed. I've never been or felt this lost. Edward and I have never been in this position.
Hell yeah, we've argued from time to time - if you haven't noticed people, sometimes I'm not the easiest- we've had a little spat here or there over stupid stuff - but never this. Never leaving, never not talking, or at least a text for Christ's sake! So it's hard for me to comprehend. It's hard to understand that maybe we could end. Maybe he could walk away if he thinks there's no other way or hope for us.
But fuck, I still have to have hope that he still loves me as much as I love him. But I'm concerned even my sweet Edward has his limits, and I fucking think I've pushed him to the brink of them this time.
Maybe I should call mama; she would know what to do. She would set me straight on this, but do I really want the wrath of mama coming down on me right now! Edward is her golden boy. She loves him as much as me. At times, I think even more. But she reassures me that I'm her one and only. Fuck I really need to grow the ass up and stop thinking that I should be the center of everyone's universe. No God damn wonder I'm sitting here alone having a fucking nervous breakdown.
After my call to Mama, I didn't feel much better. Other than her wanting to kick my ass from here to Texas for upsetting her Edward, she proceed to lecture me on the importance of compromise and sacrifice in a marriage, telling me I should know better, stop being selfish and immature, and as per, she whooped my ass big time. She went on to tell me to wise and grow the hell up, and to fight for what I want, and if that included kissing Edward's cute little ass 'her words, not mine, told ya she loves herself some Edward' then I should step up to the plate and save my marriage.
The beeping has continued, so I push myself up to the desk and open the mail. My heavy eyes scan the screen and the email breaks my heart a little more.
Edward has decided to come home tonight. I feel my chest tighten! He's letting Emmett know that he and I will need some alone time. We need to put our heads together and see if we can work this out. There will be no compromising this time, he says. It will be an all out decision, and it could make or break us.
He says he has waited long enough for this, and even if he says so himself, he has been quite patient with me, letting us get our careers up and running then buying our home and renovating, he thinks we're settled and strong, and its time we took this to the next level.
He's asking if there's any possible way that Emmett could have some mercy on us and please give us some privacy tonight by not calling every five minutes with some stupid movie thoughts or drinking games; not even a makeup sex position. None of that will help the situation. He wants some alone time with me so we can unwind and hopefully reconnect. Then it dawns on me! Jasper you're not fucking home! You're at fucking Emmett's! What the hell am I going to do?
I'm wracking my brain. I don't know what to do. I'm so fucking screwed right now. What the hell...
And then I see it, and I nearly shit. What the fuck to do. Edward's on chat. His name is blinking - should I click it or not?
So what does Jasper Hale, balls to the wall Cullen do? He fucking clicks the blinking name.
The chat box comes up and I start to type, reminding myself to be fucking stupid Emmett right now.
EM-ROCKS: Yo Bro... I type...
And I wait!
E HALE-CULLEN: Hey Emmett didn't see your name on chat there! sorry.
EM-ROCKS: Its okay dude, so you going home?
E HALE-CULLEN: I thought I would surprise Jasper and just show up. I really need to start talking to him and stop thinking about all this shit.
E HALE-CULLEN: its getting me nowhere.
E HALE-CULLEN: What do you think Emmett, am I doing the right thing?
EM-ROCKS: Sure bro why not
EM-ROCKS: what could go wrong
EM-ROCKS: Ya think he wont give ya a chance to talk, can he be that selfish
E HALE-CULLEN: Em don't get me wrong. Jay doesn't have a selfish bone in his body when it comes to me! I just think he's scared and I want to help him understand if he'll give me a chance.
EM-ROCKS: I think you going home is a good idea
EM-ROCKS: one problem
E HALE-CULLEN: what's that?
EM-ROCKS: Rose has invited him for dinner tonight
EM-ROCKS: hold on let me think!
EM-ROCKS: how bout the dinner invite stands but you show up
E HALE-CULLEN: Thanks but I really don't want to have this discussion in front of you and Rose, if you don't mind
EM-ROCKS: no bro that's not what I'm saying
EM-ROCKS: I'm saying he comes over - you show up
EM-ROCKS: I'm sure Rose and I can find something to do buddy *wink*
And I wait...
EM-ROCKS: You there bro
E HALE-CULLEN: just thinking!
EM-ROCKS : well?
E HALE-CULLEN: I'll take you up on your offer, be there around 5:30ish
EM-ROCKS: Cool dude, no worries
E HALE-CULLEN:Sounds good Emmett thanks
EM-ROCKS: No problem big guy it'll all work out
EM-ROCKS: if not I'll kick Jasper's ass
E HALE-CULLEN: no kicking Jasper's ass, I happen to like that ass
EM-ROCKS: bro to much info later dude.
E HALE-CULLEN: Thanks Emmett you're the best
EM-ROCKS: None needed dude anything for family
And I sign off. Fuck...
I sit back in the chair now, sighing, "Edwards coming home." The thought makes me smile. "My fucking Edward's coming home." I'll finally get to see him and talk to him. Life is good.
Hurriedly I shut down the computer; its no longer needed, and I have a million things to do before Edward's return.
I leave the office, closing the door behind me. Jake looks up, tilting his head to the side, his way of letting me know he knows something's up, and I smile. I drop to my knees and kiss the top off his big old head, giving it a pat. "Edward's coming home, boy! Edward's coming home!" I grin widely as he lets out a little woof of approval, rolling on his back to have his belly rubbed, and damn it, if he wants it rubbed, he'll get it rubbed, cause I'm happier than a pig in shit right now.
Scanning the apartment, I realize I have a lot to do, and only a few hours to do it. I could cook, but shit that crap takes time, time I don't have right now. And I don't really want to poison my boy his first night home, now do I? Edward's the cook in this relationship. Fuck, what doesn't Edward do? I'm really going to have to rethink this relationship shit and start giving my husband one hundred percent.
I start rummaging through Emmett's menu drawer again. I'm sure there has to be a fancy restaurant in here somewhere. Rose does live in this apartment, after all, and I know pizza don't cut it with her all the time.
And there it is, heaven to my eyes, the nice Italian restaurant down the block. It's expensive, but oh so worth it. Edward loves Italian. win-win. I pick up the phone and place my order, stating what time I need it delivered, and thank God I can pay over the phone with my credit card, also tipping the delivery guy, which I do big time, not wanting a repeat of last night on my hands.
I grab my coat and whistle for Jake. "Time for a walk Jakie boy!" I'm gonna kill two birds with one stone. I can take Jake for a walk and pick some stuff up at the store that I might need to make this evening worth our while.
The afternoon air is warm, and I'm enjoying the feel of it on my skin and in my hair. My heart is lighter, and I feel my shoulders straighten a little. A lot has changed for me in such a short period of time. I think I now know what it means to be fulfilled - not that Edward in my life didn't fulfill me before - I just think I had started taking him for granted. That stops now. I now know what it takes to make this work; and I now know that if nothing else, I want this to work for us.
We make it back to the apartment in record time. Even Jake has a skip in his step. He senses the difference, and knows something's going down, so he's all happy and panting, tongue sticking out all over the place, dancing by my side and following my every move.
I put the wine in the fridge, and look through the cupboards for what I need to set the table. I set us across from one another, not wanting to presume that he would want to sit close at this point. I find a vase and put the flowers in water. They are green and ivory, and Edward's favorites. Mine too, as they remind me off my boy with his smooth ivory skin and his forest green eyes.
I place candles though-out the apartment, just a few here and there to give lend to a little ambiance for the evening. Just a soft and subtle warm glow,nothing too pushy for now. I place a few in the spare bedroom as well, not that I'm expecting anything, but you never know, and should always be prepared. Once a boy scout, always a boy scout, I guess. Here's to hoping. Right?
A quick look at the clock tells me it's time to shower. I remove a change of clothes from my overnight bag, black jeans as always, and a pale blue v-neck t-shirt. Edward loves me to wear pale blue, so I think it would only be fitting to please my man. One last glance around to make sure everything is in order, and off to the shower I head.
Just in time, the food arrives and I set everything up in new dishes and place them in the warming oven. Not knowing how long I'll have to wait, I run around and start lighting the candles, leaving the ones in the bedroom for later, not knowing what we'll be doing or how this will go.
Removing the wine, I open it to let it breathe putting it on ice and grabbing myself a beer, I sit and I wait.
It's the waiting that kills; but I've waited this long, so a few more minutes wont kill me. I keep looking at my watch and the clock. Shit its driving me crazy.
Jake is at my feet. He's looking up, bewildered, he's unable to read my mood, cause really I don't have one, other than nerves and anticipation. I try to clear my mind, keep my thoughts positive. This has to work. It needs to. I can't live without him; haven't we proven that already?
Two beers later, and I'm starting to relax, then Jake raises his head and tilts it to the side, a small growl rumbles in the back of his throat. Someone is at the door, but has yet to knock or ring the bell. I think my heart skips a beat, and I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding, and stand. All I can do is stare at the door. My legs are unable to move, and I'm scared shit-less.
I jump a little when the door knocks, kidding myself that I wasn't expecting it to, the sound invades my thoughts and brings me barreling back to the present. I gulp down the last of my beer anxiously wiping my hands down my thighs before straighten myself. 'This is it, Jasper! Time to man up!'
My hand is on the door knob, and it's slipping under my touch. I'm sweating. Nerves are getting the best of me, so I stop, take a step back and breathe.
There he is, standing right in front off me in all his red headed glory he has a smile on his face and his eyes are sparkling, they look greener than ever at this moment.
I open my mouth to speak, but he takes a step forward and places a finger on my lips "Shusssh, love," he says. Removing his finger, he replaces it with his lips.
It's not an angry kiss or a hurt one, it just is. His lips are soft and soothing, and for right now, it's closed mouthed, but its still tender. I can't help it, I wrap my arm around his waist as his comes up to wrap around my neck, and we pull closer. This is it. This is heaven. Our lips part and the tips of our tongues touch softly. We groan in unison.
He pulls away a little, but not wanting the absence of his touch I pull him back and our lips touch again. This kiss is longer, its tender and sweet. Its showing we belong, if not for any other reason but that we are one soul, one life, one heart; and we must continue our journey.
With a little hesitation, we release our hold. And I must look like the biggest dork, cause I'm sure I have the largest shit eating grin on my face. Edward's is a little of the same, and that makes me feel less petrified, and my thoughts and breathing begin to even out.
"Are you going to let me in, Jasper?" he says in nearly a whisper. Shit, forgot we were in view of the whole fucking building. So I grab him gently by the arm and lead him into the apartment. Jake runs up to him, all happy and panting again. Edward kneels to give Jake some needed attention, patting his head and pulling on his ears; Edward receiving a big old lick in return.
Once I take his bag and jacket and set it to the side, I feel nerves churning in my belly, but I have to push them aside for now. I have to learn to watch and listen if I'm going to fix this fucking mess. And that's what I plan to do. I watch Edward's every move and listen to the tone of his voice.
As for his moves, the boys still got it. He's as sexy as fuck, and he knows it, he's looking around the apartment, taking in everything, and his voice is like melting butter, all warm and soft. "Are Emmett and Rose home?" he asks.
My head is spinning. I'm trying to wrack my brain and hoping not to fuck this up too bad right now. With a horse voice, I answer, "No, when I got here they said they had to run out for a bit and would be back soon, and just left me here, waiting."
He raises his eyebrow at me, and I'm thinking, Oh shit! I'm so busted!
Edward smiles softly, and I try my best to return it, I'm trying my best to look confident in my actions. I motion him to the table, telling him that Rose had explained that the food was in the warming drawer before she left, and acting shocked when I noticed the table was only set for two. Edward smirked and asked what was for dinner, saying that he was starving. After pouring us each a glass of wine, I headed for the kitchen, and quickly removed the food, trying not to spill it everywhere.
I serve him and refill our wines before I settle myself down at the other side of the table. As of right now, a word has yet to be spoken, but the silence is not uncomfortable. I have to remind myself that Edward and I have shared the same space before without having to fill it with nonsense, and this is no different.
We take our first bites, both moaning with appreciation at the same time. We look at each other, flushed, and smile. Edward raises his glass and signals for me to do the same. When I do, he taps them together,saying "The Best Part Of Me Is Always You." I feel my eyes sting first, and my chest heaves. Tears are now rolling down my face, and I can't help it, I pull back from the table. Within seconds Edward is by my side, arms wrapped around my neck, and I pull him close - so close I think I nearly break a rib.
I'm sobbing uncontrollably, and Edward is trying his best to soothe me. I apologize continuously into his neck, trying to let him know that I will do anything to make this right, and I would go to any length to make this better. He is telling me that everything will work out, and we will be fine; that I need to calm down and finish this wonderful dinner and continue to drink some delicious wine.
Straightening myself I wipe my face with the back of my hand. Edward's arms are still around my neck. I look at him shyly, hoping he can forgive my dorky move, and he's smiling, placing the hair that has fallen in my face back behind my ear. Slowly he stands, bends to kiss my forehead, then moves back to his side of the table, in silence he lifts his glass to his lips and takes another sip. I not so confidently mirror his actions and try my best to smile in return.
After dinner, I suggest that we take Jake for a walk, explaining that I didn't know what time Rose or Emmett will return, or if they are even coming home at all. We walk to the park, hand in hand, with Jake by our side. The night has cooled, but is still pleasant, we small talk about the weather this time of year, and the neighborhood; nothing too heavy, we're just feeling the need to quietly be.
On our return to the apartment, we settle in for the night, moving ourselves and the wine to the couch. The conversation is light, but there is still something missing. I move my arm across the back of the couch to meet Edward's out stretched hand. Our fingers touch they dance around a little before relaxing enough to entwine. Edward speaks first, "Jasper, I know this is hard for you right now." I try to stop him, but he continues, "No, let me speak. I know it's hard, and you're finding it impossible to wrap your mind around it, but, baby, I think we can do this. I think it will work. I have faith in us."
I look at my man. He is the picture of beauty and strength, and my heart fills with warmth and joy for him. There is no other for me, and there will be no other ever, as I look at his face I realize this even stronger than I ever have before. This is my life. This is my journey. And I want Edward by my side as I take it. So I entwine our fingers just a little tighter, causing Edward to look at me and smile.
I take this opportunity to speak. "Edward, I love you with all that I am. My life would be nothing without you in it. We belong together, and we always have. Nothing's going to change that - or us - and I think it's time for us to continue on our journey together, and let nothing hold us back."
He moves a little closer and wraps himself around me. "You mean that Jay, really mean that?"
I stare at his face; it's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, like that first day in his bedroom when I looked down on him. I thought to myself, He has got to be the most beautiful creature on this earth - and God has sent him to me.
Pulling him close to me I place a soft tender kisses on his face and neck. God, his smell is so inviting, so welcoming. I feel like I'm home, as does my dick, for that matter. And I can't control myself. I have missed him too much to let this moment pass, so I kiss his lips hard this time, with as much feeling as I can muster, and in return, he groans into my mouth, and fuck I feel like I'm dying. But if I do, so be it. I would be a happy man.
He pulls back, panting, and I look down at his face, all warm and flushed, placing my palm on his cheek. His lips part, and I smirk, cause I know what's coming. And then I hear it: "Jassssssper, take me to bed." Fuck, don't have to ask me twice.
I'm running around like a crazy person blowing out candles, I grab Edwards overnight bag and take it to the bedroom. He's in the bathroom, washing up, so I light the few candles I have placed around, I stand back to pat my cocky-self on the back and admire the view. As I scan the room I can't help but chuckle. It really is such a little ass bed, but fuck, we can make it work.
I strip down to my boxers. I'm as hard as a fucking rock, mentally I'm chastising myself trying my best to ignore it. This is about Edward, tonight will be all about him. I hear the water turn off, and my heart skips a beat. I have to swallow the lump that is now forming in my throat. It's been so long - a few days to some - but this is forever for Edward and me, especially if we're counting it in gay day months or years. 'Stay with me people, its a little like dog years!'
The bathroom door swings open, and there he is in all his red headed glory - fucking love that damn hair - standing in front of me in nothing but his boxers - not just any boxers but the sexy forest green ones I got him for Christmas -and all I can do is smile, cause still, after all these years, he steals my breath, and I wouldn't have it any other way. He's the God damn sexiest thing I have ever seen.
I lean to the dresser hitting the play button on the CD player! Nora Jone's soulful sultry voice fills the room singing "Turn Me On"
Like a flower... waiting to bloom
Like a light-bulb... in a dark room
I'm sitting here waiting...for you... too come home and turn me on.
He moves to me slowly, almost painfully, with that sexy as fuck smirk on his face, and once again my belly flips for him and him only. He touches my face, and I feel the heat of his hand leaning into it. I know I'm home.
I pull him close and kiss his lips, this time with more vigor and hope. He answers me in kind, sending me all the same signals.
My lips leave his, moving down his neck to his shoulders. I suck, placing little tender kisses for a while, enjoying his reaction. His chest is heaving and his breath is labored. I can feel the heat rise in him. His knees are starting to tremble and his hands are shaking, as are mine. But this is about my boy, so I try and regain control off myself.
My hands slide up his sides and reach for his chest. I rub my thumbs over his now hardened nipples, and he lets out a little groan. It's music to my ears, leaving me only wanting more.
Like the desert... waiting for rain
Like the school kids... waiting for spring
I'm sitting here waiting... for you... to come home and turn me on
I step back and he whimpers. I smirk, taking him by the hands and leading him to the bed. He raises his eyebrow at me, finally taking notice of the room. He sees the bed and I laugh, "We've worked with less, Edward."
My poor heart... has been so dark... since.. you've.. been gone
After all your the only one who turns me off.
Your the only one who can turn me back on.
The music fades into the night air due to the pressure of the blood pounding in my ears, I look over at him and he nods with a sigh, like he's remembering something, and smiles. I push my thumbs into his waistband and tug on his boxers, moving them down his thighs over his knees and off.
My breath catches in my throat. God, he's so beautiful. I stand and remove my own now. It's his turn to stare and admire, swallowing hard at the view. I place a hand on his back and lower him to the mattress, climbing on to the side of him.
It's a tight squeeze, but I'll make it work. We proceed to kiss. This time it's passionate and wanton, and my heart and belly are flip flopping all over the place. My hand roams his chest and moves over his stomach, slowly moving to his groin... now palming his hard has fuck cock.
He twitches with the need for my touch, and it makes me smirk to myself.
I feel his legs start to part for me, and I take this opportunity to move. I raise above him, placing my hands on each side of his face. I kiss his forehead, his nose, his chin, and now his chest.
I'm sitting here waiting... for you... to come home and turn me on
He's making the most beautiful little noises, and I can feel them build in his body he wants more. His hands are now in my hair, pulling slightly, so I continue to lower myself down his glorious body until I reach the promised land.
I take him in my mouth slowly, savoring his taste. He's salty and sweet, and oh so Edward; and there's nothing on this earth that will ever taste as good to me.
Running my tongue over the head the way I know he likes it, he growls loudly, "Fuck, Jasper!" leaving his pretty little lips. Once again, I smirk. I'm a cocky fucker tonight, but I have to be. I know this man's body as well as he does, if not better, and I'm about to pull out all the stops if I have to.
My tongue dips into the slit, and I feel his hips buck. My hands move to them so I can steady him, and once again, a low, strong growl leaves him.
Looking up at him, his eyes are closed, lashes fluttering. He wants to watch, but he's halfway between want and bliss right now. He can't make up his mind which one to choose.
I take more of him in my mouth, and give him no other choice. He will have to settle for the bliss and wait for the want. I push down and pull up, using a little teeth, adding to the experience. And oh my fucking gravy, the room fills with the deep groan that leaves his chest, and my heart stops. Making me come a little, just a little, but enough to make my hard cork throb with want.
I reach for the lube by my side, I'm being entertained by Edward still squirming beneath me. He's repeating my name over and over, comparing me to the baby Jesus and I can hear a few Saints names fall from his lips.
When my fingers are lubed, I raise myself a little, not letting go of his cock in my mouth, but to give me better access to what I want. I reach between his legs and place my fingers at his entrance, slipping them in, I wait patiently for his reaction. He tenses a little, but in no time, he's relaxing, letting me do my thing, I pump him slowly, gazing up every now and then to check on him.
We are not new at this. We have been together forever, but that doesn't mean I take this for granted. I love Edward, and I will take every precaution to make sure this is enjoyable for him. I will never knowingly hurt my love, and still to this day, I refuse to think of that ever happening..
He's starting to buck into my hand. His pants are louder now, and his hands are on my shoulders and in my hair. He has a death grip. He's ready. But still I wait. I have to hear it from him. And then, like music to my ears, "Jasper, please take me. Jasper, take me now."
I raise up to my knees and I grab the lube from the nightstand stroking the length of my cock in preparation for what's to come.
I lean down, placing one hand at the side of his head, the other on my cock. I'm now at his entrance, and Edward has wrapped his legs loosely around my waist. I kiss him softly as his hands pull on my hair. We both steal each others groans, sliding them into each others mouttohs, along with our tongues.
Looking down at him, I feel a tear roll down the side of my face. He softly smiles and wipes it away with his thumb.
"Love you, Edward," comes out more like a whisper.
"Love you too, Jasper," he matches my tone, and then I push forward slowly. His eye's close slightly, rolling back in his head.
Taking my hand away from my cock, I place it in his hair, pulling gently. His eyes open, all wet and glossy. He pulls on my hair in response, as I slide myself in deeper. His breath leaves his body and hangs in the air above us for a moment before he can catch it again. Then we begin our dance, this dance we've known forever.
I deepen my thrusts and Edward tightens his grip around my shoulders. The air in the room is now thick. We struggle to stay in the moment. I twist. I pull, I gently move, knowing where I want to be. Then fucking bingo, I found it. And God does he let me know it. He bucks, he whimpers, he tightens his legs around my waist. And then I'm in shock, cause the words that leave Edward are not his own. "Oh my fucking gravy, Jasper!"
I can't help but laugh a little. I look down at him with a grin. "You kiss your husband with that mouth, Mister Hale-Cullen?"
Chuckling, he throws himself up to me, wrapping his arms around my neck. "Hell fucking yeah, Mister Hale-Cullen!" and we both continue to chuckle, but the moment is not lost.
I fall back on my heels, pulling Edward with me until he's straddling my lap with his ankles crossed behind my back, pushing in deeper. He pulls me tighter. He's kissing my neck and sucking on my collar-bone, telling me how much he loves me and how he can't live without me, and letting me know I'm his everything. My hands are roaming his back and cupping his butt so I can lift and lower him when needed.
There's nothing but grunts and groans now. I don't think we could speak if needed anyhow. I'm deep inside his heat and he's pressed tightly between us. Then I feel it, the warmth starting in my thighs running up my legs and into my belly. It's tight and its awesome, and I'm ready to explode.
I kiss Edward hard and long, moving from his neck to his ear. "You ready, baby? Let me hear you cum." And that was it. That's all it took, and he was gone, shooting cum all over our chests and stomachs as I released into him.
We sat like that for a while, catching our breath and stilling our beating hearts.
I pull back, kissing his nose. "Let me get you cleaned up, sweetness." I lay him back onto the mattress. Pulling out slow, I head for the bathroom to wash myself up.
Entering the room again, I stare at Edward. He's lying on his back with one arm over his face, still trying to control his breathing, and doing a very sorry ass job off it. I chuckle, and he looks over, smiling. I kneel on the bed, and with a warm washcloth, I wash his chest and stomach, throwing it in the hamper near the door when finished.
Edward moves a little so I can pull back the covers, then climbs in. I pull him close to me, and he lays his head on my chest, whispering, "I love you, Jasper," as he looks up through his lashes.
I pull a little tighter, saying "I love you too, Edward. Now and forever."
He smiles. He's looking at me with his forest greens, and my heart melts for him. God I really love this man.
"Edward?"
"Yes, Jasper?"
I wait...
"Jasssssssssssper..."
I smirk and wait a little longer before announcing. "Let's make a baby," I had to cover my ears and guard my loins cause the blankets flipped, pillows hit the floor and my boys spaghetti arms and legs were everywhere, he found it hard to contain the high pitch girlie scream straining to get out of him.
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