In the days that followed, Jacob behaved like a perfect gentleman, to Bella's growing dismay and frustration. Their relationship had evolved, there was a lot more hand holding, hugging and kissing than there had been, but Jacob made sure it never got out of control, stopping the kisses after a minute or so and grinning at her when she objected with an annoyed growl at him. Bella was quietly concocting a plan. Her boy was proving harder to break than she had anticipated, stupidly forgetting that his stubbornness was one of his main personality traits. He thought she would regret doing anything too soon and so they weren't. The fact that she was pretty sure there would be no regrets, just a lot of fun, loud moaning (she had spent a fair amount of time imagining this in a fair amount of detail) and at least a temporary end to the build-up of lust and desire that was stopping her from concentrating on anything else.

She had finally found an evening when she could guarantee her dad would be out until the early hours of the morning, and managed to persuade Jacob to come over, omitting to share the detail of an empty house. The plan was pretty simple. Be so sexy he'd be unable to resist, whilst feigning indifference. Indifference rather than the desperation that she actually felt. Drama hadn't entirely been Bella's forte at school, surprisingly, but she hoped she could manage this role. And if she couldn't, well, hopefully the first part would be enough; the second was really just to salvage a little bit of pride and not come across as another one of the girls often swooning around him.

She put on a knee length floaty skirt and a strappy top, not the most traditionally sexy of outfits but it was as far as her wardrobe would take her and she also wasn't wanting to be too obvious. There was some skin showing. That was enough for now. She left her hair down, threw on a bit of eye liner and felt as ready as she'd ever be. When Jake opened the front door, knocking as he entered, she was making a tomato sauce in the kitchen, rather red in the face and cursing loudly at the unidentifiable substance on the hob. So her cunning plan to be looking casual yet lovely and sultry, cool and collected when he first saw her had taken an early hit. Never mind. Teenage boy. It could be salvaged. She turned to give him a welcome kiss on the cheek and then returned to her task. Jake leaned against the counter and watched her, grinning contentedly at the domestic scene of his little woman cooking for him. Bella chatted lightly to him, ignoring the growing desire to wrap her arms around him, and instead found several reasons she needed to bend over and get things from low cupboards and drawers, feeling Jacob's speculative eyes on her backside, though nothing was said out loud.

After lunch they sat side by side on the couch and flipped through the TV channels. Well, Jake flipped through them, Bella yawned and stretched, allowing her top to rise up slightly to reveal her toned stomach and stretching the material tightly over her breasts. He didn't look directly at her but she could hear his breath hitch in his throat as he sat beside her and she grinned to herself. "Jake… my shoulders are really tense. Would you massage them for me, please?" she requested, looking innocent and slipping down to the floor so she sat at his feet. Jacob cleared his throat and muttered an agreement, swallowing as he watched her push the straps of her top and bra off her shoulders so they were bare. He moved her hair to one side and put his overly warm hands over her shoulders. Even that simple act caused her to shudder with pleasure and she made a sexy little mewling noise before remembering she was meant to be acting like she could take it or leave it. Jake appeared to be engrossed in the TV programme he'd eventually chosen, as his hands ran gently along her shoulders and the top of her back, feeling warm and solid on her skin. Bella ever-so-casually shifted so that her top slid down another centimetre, exposing the tops of her breasts slightly, if anyone happened to look. Jacob started massaging her properly, his thumbs and fingers digging gently into her skin around her neck, his thumbs resting on top of her shoulders as his fingers crept a little forward and down towards her chest. All of Bella's concentration was focussed on not whimpering out loud as she felt his touch shifting closer and closer to her breasts. She leaned back against him and tilted her head so she could see him upside down. He leant down and kissed her. It felt a bit weird but when he stroked her lip with his tongue and then slid it into her mouth, against her own tongue she felt a shot of pleasure rush through her and grabbed his neck to continue the kiss, groaning against his mouth as her breathing got louder. It was obvious Jake was also trying to continue to pretend he was unaffected but as their tongues danced together his breathing also shifted up a gear and one hand pushed under her top and bra to cup her left breast, circling her nipple with his thumb before he gasped and pulled her clothes down completely to reveal her, topless and glorious in front of him. He now had both hands on her, massaging and squeezing her breasts as she arched beneath him, pushing her chest out and her shoulders back to signal her extreme approval at what he was doing. He pulled back from her lips to gaze down at her. "Fuck, Bella," he breathed, and she couldn't believe how turned on she was by his simple utterance.

Suddenly he grabbed her under the arms and pulled her up and around so that she was straddling him, so that he could take one nipple in his mouth and lick her over and over until she was gasping his name, almost overcome with feelings of lust. Her skirt was riding up over her thighs and he reached under her and grabbed her butt under the skirt, pushing her against him so that she could feel him hard against her, only the damp material of her underwear a boundary between her and his shorts. All thoughts of trying to play it cool had long been forgotten as they gazed at each other, panting, eyes dark with desire. Bella leaned back slightly and put her hands just above his knees, behind her, at the same time pressing a little more against him and wriggling almost imperceptibly as she enjoyed the surge of power she felt. All those girls lusting after Jake and he wanted HER.

"Bells…" Jake muttered, closing his eyes the way he did when he was having to do something he found incredibly difficult. Inside Bella started mildly panicking as she recognised the signs he was about to start suggesting ridiculous things like slowing down, taking a step back, insane ideas that she couldn't even contemplate.

"Jake?" she leaned forward again and whispered the word softly into his ear, blowing gently as she did so. The movement brought her breasts into the region of his mouth again and she pressed his face lightly against them, continuing the utterly delicious feelings that she was enjoying, with an added benefit that it made it much more difficult for him to engage in conversation.

As she had hoped, he didn't try to speak again and the only communication from him was a resigned groan as he gently swirled his tongue around one of her nipples and then trailed kisses up her chest and neck until he was at her mouth again, hot and frantic and breathless. His hands moved round to the front of her thighs, still covered fairly modestly (though it was all relative, given the very topless nature of the rest of her), and started massaging her upper legs in small circles, reaching the boundary of her skirt and continuing under it, slowly but determinedly, inching up her inner thighs. When he reached her underwear she could feel his hands hesitating a moment and then his right thumb slipped under the fabric, stroking softly up and down. Jake let out yet another strangled moan as he felt how wet she was for him and Bella could scarcely breathe as sensations she'd never felt before flooded through her. Jacob quickly pushed her panties to one side and Bella could feel his other fingers caressing her, one entering her and then another, then gently pushing in and out, causing her to buck against him and press against his fingers in delight. By this point they had given up kissing and all of Jacob's attention was on pleasuring her as much as he could, listening carefully to her gasps so he knew exactly what she liked. He increased his tempo and suddenly his beautiful Bella was shuddering in his lap, crying out wordless sounds of pleasure as she reached her peak and shattered.

Sweaty and with both trying to control their breathing she collapsed against him and pressed her forehead to his, smiling sheepishly at him. Jacob grinned back, sweetly pushing a damp strand of hair away from her face before kissing her gently on the forehead.

"Now can I watch my TV programme?" he demanded.