First and foremost this is the original story before I started to rewrite it... and got stuck in the writing of the rewrite. If you are following the rewrite you will notice quite glaring differences between this and the one you have already started following. I do not intend on giving up with the rewritten version, however, I think you guys waiting for me to get over my blank slate of a muse isn't going to happen any time soon. So I am re-posting the original. This was my first completed story and it is very different from how my last stories flow.
Secondly, this is not beta'ed. NOT AT ALL. There will be mistakes in spelling (I'm Australian and some words we spell differently). The layout will honestly have you wondering what the hell I was thinking. I wasn't; well that's not true. What I was thinking was that I knew what I was doing and screw anyone else... yes I was a conceited little shit even at the age of 31.
Thirdly, there are 68 chapters to this story, including the epilogue and two outtakes. All of which have been uploaded to my profile so I should be able to update daily. Please understand that I have a busy life in the real world. This includes two children, one grown and the other with disabilities. So while I should be able to update wherever I am, if something happens please understand that I will miss updating.
Last but not lease. I am not SM. Not even close. I do not own the franchise, work in any capacity with the publishing houses or studios. I merely escaped from reality to play with some characters that I fell in love with while reading four books in a matter of days.
B POV
Getting home was interesting, all the cars were there, but I couldn't hear anything from inside. But this really didn't tell me much. They could be in the back yard or set up in my room for all knew. Jasper walked me to the door as you see in the movies, and I was half expecting to see a father figure waiting to pounce the minute something looked like happening. We quietly said our goodbyes to one another and I watched as he started to walk away. I don't think he realized that he still had a hold of my hand, and I really didn't mind. Well until he finally let go then I wasn't happy; I missed the warmth that was there.
As he turned to apologize I decided that I wasn't going to let this end on a simple goodbye. I made my way down the stairs until I was at the bottom step, making me level with him. Gently cupping his face and watching him leaned into the simple gesture gave me more confidence than I would normally have. It was this and only this that made me lean forward and place another kiss on his lips. The feeling of complete and utter contentment and belonging was there, and so was the electricity that was there that night. As he slowly traced my bottom lip with his tongue I submitted to his request, as his arms slowly wrapped around my waist. I was in heaven once more but reluctantly pulled back when the need to breathe was unbearable.
"So much for taking it slowly..." He whispered as he rested his forehead against mine. The smile on his face seemed like he was glad that it was me not him that took that step first. He wasn't the only one.
As I slowly opened the door praying that no one was in the living room I tipped toed into the hall, closing the door as softly as I possibly could. So far it was good, no-one had as yet cornered me, and if all went well I would be at the office busy all day tomorrow and I know Rose wouldn't bug me about personal information while at work. Well unless it focused on Peanut, then it was a public topic of discussion; something that I quickly got used to working there.
Apparently the last pregnant woman working there left a few years before Rose took up the job of the editor so it was a very big issue at the office; even going as far as running pools for date of birth and weight. Using the gender of Peanut would have just been too farfetched.
"Now if I can make it to my room we'll be free for the night." I thought to myself and Peanut as I passed the living room on my way to my room; so far so good. I noticed that the mothers and fathers had fallen asleep. It amazed me that Billy was able to sleep in that position. Me, I would have kicked someone off a nice comfy chair.
I heard more than saw the rest of them in the kitchen, and as much as I really needed to grab something to drink I was not, I repeat was not going to face that little meet and greet. I may be wild and free, but I'm not a sucker for punishment or crazy enough to do something like that. Stopping in my tracks and hoping that no-one sticks their head out of either room I took my shoes off and headed for my room. But just as I made it to the door, Father's head poked around the corner of the living room.
I could tell he was about to say something but I quickly put my finger to my mouth and then mimed sleep, praying that at least he would let me go to bed and face everyone in the morning. And the new and improved (I know it sounds wrong, but considering how straight-laced he was growing up it's true) father nodded and mouthed good night. Silently entering my room which now had a lock installed care of Peter and the threat of no more midnight wedges cravings locked myself in my room and headed for the bathroom. A quick change of clothes and brushing my teeth and hair I made my way to my fortress of comfort; my bed.
The field was brightly lit, with a slight breeze blowing the tall grasses and wildflowers gently around where I was sitting. I couldn't help but feel totally relaxed and free. I heard before I saw movement coming towards me in the grass. I amazingly wasn't scared of whatever it was. Like I knew it would never hurt me.
"Bella, sweet Bella. Are you hiding on me?" The sweet southern accent of the man of my dreams.
"Maybe, but I know you will find me, you always do," I replied to the as yet unseen man. Slowly the voice came closer and closer but still I couldn't see him.
"Now I told you that I will always be here for you. How could I not be?" His soft voice came from behind me somewhere.
I knew that I was safe and would trust him with my life. I felt his hands come and wrap themselves around my eyes, as he kissed down my throat, taking care not to miss a single spot there. I closed my eyes and slowly turned my head to give him better access to his chosen point of attention. Unable to stop the smile or soft whimper that escapes my lips. Nor does it go unnoticed that he has smiled at gaining this reaction.
As he slowly made his way back up the side of my throat, I turned my head so that our lips would meet as I had been wanting since he started his process or slow and undeniably sensual seduction. As his lips met mine I moaned at the contact between us. Our lips moved as one, soft and with the passion I had felt but once in my life. I never would want to stop, those lips brought more happiness than should be illegal or even considered natural.
Bewitching, that was what his kisses were like. There was no defending yourself once those lips met your own. As I ran my tongue across his bottom lip it was his turn to moan, and I took advantage of that one moment of unrestrained desire as my tongue took purchase of his mouth. The taste was like nothing that I could or would ever be able to describe. It would be my drug of choice if I was an addict, it would be my drink of choice if I were a drunk. As we kissed his hands slowly made their way towards my stomach caressing the bump that we had made once before; worshiping the unborn child that resided in me through our love.
As he broke the kiss he slowly ran his nose across my jaw, breathing in my scent, like a thirsty man after finding a glass of water.
"Mmm, god that feels so good," I whispered not wanting to break the beauty, trust, and passion of the moment.
While keeping one hand on my stomach the other ghosted its way up under my top toward my breast. Slowly he ran his thumb across my overly sensitive nipple ever so gently. As I arched my back into his touch I felt all the love he had for me, not in his touch or his actions, but through him, his care, his patience, his being. I was lost, drowning with all hope of continuing for the rest of my life.
"Jasper... please; don't stop," I whispered as his hand took hold of my breast once more, but with a little more force.
"As you wish my beautiful Bella; anything for you." He cooed in my ear, making me into a bigger puddle than I already was.
While one hand was still taking hold of my breast his other hand was making its way lower on my stomach. I was lost once more in everything that was him.
"What do you want me to do to you Beautiful Bella?" he asked with love dripping on every word. How was I so lucky to have found true love at my age I was not sure, but I was not going to give him up for anything or almost anyone?
"Please, don't tease me. Make love to me Jasper. Take me and make me yours and only yours." I spoke with such conviction in my voice I was momentarily lost within the newly found confidence.
"As you wish my beautiful Bella; anything for you." He once again said.
Slowly he lowered his and towards my center. I had never wanted anything more than I had wanted and needed right then. How could I ever give up this man? Swimming in his touch, losing myself more and more to Jasper I gasped when as one finger entered me. He took this chance to take hold of my mouth, tasting me in the most sensual way. As he continued I felt his thumb slowly tracing patterns on my nub, as if writing his name on me; claiming me in one sense.
I was in a bubble of complete bliss as his ministrations continued, and he added another finger, then another. With each new addition, I moaned his name, chanting it as I felt the ever-growing sensation in my stomach. I was lost in the feeling so far that I needed more; I needed him inside of me.
"Jasper please I need to feel you inside of me. Please I'm begging." I literally began to beg him for more. I had not noticed that we had removed his clothing as well as my own.
Slowly, ever so slowly he made his way down my body, kissing, nipping, and sucking every piece of me that he could. I wiggled under his movements it was so erotic as he lowered himself further down my body. As he kissed my entrance I couldn't help but thrust myself into his mouth that one motion sent me over as my muscles clenched around his fingers.
It had been so wonderful as I came down from that one orgasm; so much so that I actually whimpered as he removed his fingers and mouth from my center. But only to be fully sated as he entered me gently and slowly, making the movement mean and show much more than any other has made me feel. We both groaned as he filled me completely, never wanting to lose this feeling.
He stayed still allowing me to adjust to his size and girth for a few minutes. As I slowly thrust against him he moved to create the most delicious friction between us. Once more moaning in unison; nothing had or will ever feel the same after Jasper. Each thrust in and out brought the most complete feeling I had felt in a very long time. It wasn't rushed or forced it was natural.
Slowly he gained the speed we both needed to reach that pivotal moment at this moment. Nothing would ever feel like this as we completed each other in every way. Never breaking eye contact with one another, the connection between our eyes was so strong; the need to prevent this loss of contact was signing your own death warrant.
"Beautiful Bella let me feel you as you tighten around me, milking me for everything you ever needed." Jasper moaned and this noise sent me over the cliff in the most delicious way. I wanted to repeat this over and over again, never tiring of the feeling of complete and as one with another.
Music filled my room as did the sunlight. But that wasn't what had startled me. No; that honor went to Char's ability to beat down the door now that it's locked.
"Bella you have to go to work soon you need to get up. You need to give me details." She called through the door.
Right now she was not my best friend or my sister. That was the most unbelievable and strange feeling I have felt and more. She bellowed through the door once more to get up and get ready. I looked around expecting to see Jasper sitting in my room. It felt so real that I needed to have a cold shower. The smile caused by that dream would not be leaving my face anytime during the day.
Can I just quit adulting for this week, please? First, my son strains the tendon in his heel, then gets suspended from school the next day. Now I spent all night at the hospital with my eldest with a migraine that she has had for over a month. I could easily sleep for the whole weekend right now.
