A/N: Wow. I am blown away by the fact that y'all like this. Chapter 1 was something that I wrote a few years ago as a challenge from a friend. It was based on something that actually happened in my life. I wasn't planning on writing a follow up, but a friend of mine practically demanded that I continue the story. So, here ya go.
DISCLAIMER: i don't need to tell y'all that I don't own Twilight.
Heat. That was the first thing that registered in her mind. The heat that radiated from his body.
Her fingers traced the definition of his stomach muscles, feeling the smoothness of his skin. He watched her, his chest heaving with his labored breathing. He couldn't handle it, the feeling of her small hands on his body, yet not where he wanted them to be.
His hand- large, rough, and warm- covered hers on his stomach, slowly guiding her touch to the place where he wanted it most. She curled her hand around his obvious arousal, stroking somewhat clumsily over his jeans. In her mind, she couldn't help thinking how large it felt in her hand.
His breath came in pants now. He was unable to control it. She was so innocent , but seemed so eager to explore. He admired the wideness of her big brown eyes and the way her breathing had quickened. Her plump bottom lip was caught between her teeth while her eyes were riveted to what she was doing.
Her back was against something hard. She had no idea when it had happened, but he had backed her up until she was pinned between the closet door and his big, warm body. He towered above her, especially this close.
Her hand kept stroking him as her eyes looked up. He couldn't tell, but he though she seemed... uncertain. Her free hand came up, tugging at his belt. He nodded, understanding that she was asking for permission to see him. All of him.
Both of her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it and leaving it hanging open. Slowly, almost apprehensively, she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down his legs along with his boxer shorts. When he was finally naked, all she could do was stare. She had nothing to compare it to, but he seemed... large. He was long and thick, the crown a flushed pink color. She reached out, running her index finger along the length of him, feeling how soft the skin was and watching as it bobbed under her attention. A single bead of moisture dripped from the tip of it.
He watched her explore, exhaling forcefully and closing his eyes as her tiny, warm hand closed around him. He couldn't stop his hips from flexing, driving him further into her palm. For a long moment, she stroked him from base to tip.
"I want to taste it," she whispered shyly, looking up at him through her lashes.
"Are you sure? You don't have to," he told her, his voice a rough whisper.
"I want to," she insisted. He nodded, giving in.
Suddenly, all he knew was wet heat as she bent over and took him in her mouth. His breath left him in a whoosh, and he braced his hand on the closet door above her head to keep himself from falling over. His legs felt a bit rubbery.
She wasn't experienced. At all. This was her first time doing anything like this. But what she lacked in experience she made up in enthusiasm.
He was losing his composure quickly. He knew she wasn't experienced, but it honestly didn t matter. Experience or no, she was doing a phenomenal job of making him lose his mind. His ties were curling in his shoes, and it was quickly becoming painful. He tried to relax them, but it wouldn't happen. All he could focus on was her hot, wet mouth on him.
His release hit him out of nowhere. He was barely able to warn her before he was shooting down her throat in long streams. Impressively, she swallowed all of it. He staggered back, panting, and slumped against the edge of her bed. Holy shit.
She straightened up, watching him, panting. That had been… fun. She hadn't expected to enjoy that as much as she did, but now all she could think about was when she could do it again.
Slowly, his brain reassembled itself and he could think clearly. After pulling up his pants, he strolled back over to her and pulled her into his arms, against his chest.
"Thank you," he murmured into her hair.
She nodded, and pulled away slightly, just enough that she could look up at him.
"We should do that again sometime," she whispered boldly.
He threw back his head and laughed.