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Chapter 24

"Would you do something for me, Jasper?" I beg him with my eyes. "Stand over there and stroke yourself for me." I point a place in the middle of the room, where the light of the night lamp will outline his beautiful naked form.

He stands and hesitantly takes hold of his erect cock but his hand doesn't start moving, he nails me with his gaze and I'm suddenly aware that he wills me to do something, anything, but not just sit and watch. My next thought is to mirror his movements, and so I do. I stand to my feet and take hold of my own shaft, deliberately slowly producing the first pump of my fist. I move my palm, down... and up. He does the same a couple of seconds later. The next time we do it simultaneously, we're now synchronized. We look like duellists, standing apart at a three feet distance, each holding his weapon in a firm grip and ready to use it appropriately.

He really is an amazing creature. The sensual movement of his wrist is mesmerizing - I can't tear my eyes from his hand, tightly wrapped around that beautiful cock. Everything about him is beautiful, flawless. His gentle fingers. His long, shaved legs. His pert ass cheeks. The abs and the happy trail, the little nipples which I desperately want to bite. The movement of his Adam's apple as he swallows his almost inaudible grunt. And the millions of eyelashes on those eyes that engulf me. Perfect. He's perfect.

I want to be everywhere around him, over him, beside and under. I want to be inside him, and him to be inside me. I want our bodies to merge into one inseparable whole.

Our hands move up and down, in a continuous hypnotizing rhythm and I suddenly realize each of us has taken a small step closer to the other, then another step until the tips of our cocks touch and our hands stop moving. He fixates me with his unblinking eyes, my body stiffens at the sudden sensation of his warm hand pulling at my fingers and taking hold of my shaft, and now our two cocks are aligned and caressed by his strokes. Up and down. He's satin and muscle, I'm nerve and need.

I kiss him. Our lips are wet, nostrils producing whistling sounds, breaths coming out fragmented, bothered; he returns the kiss. His tongue is an explorer and a conqueror; I am ready to be taken. His roaming hand snakes around my waist and pulls me closer to him until our hips are pressed - his grip on our cocks is sandwiched between our stomachs and its hard for him to move his fist, so he stands still and simply squeezes harder. I see stars, I honestly see stars, this is so good. I am nearly sucking the breath out of him with my kiss - and yet, I hear his sharp inhales and the elaborate exhales. He's in pain, his chest hurts, I know it, but I can't stop kissing him and pressing against him in search of contact.

"Show me," he breaks the kiss and whispers into my ear. "Your love, show it to me."

Once again I am carrying him, like a cherished treasure taken to a pedestal. I lay him carefully on the bed and place his legs apart, so I can see everything that waits for me.

"The backpack," he speaks. "I've got what you need, front pocket."

I'm in a haze, I move away slowly, my eyes affixed to his entrance. I trip over something, but I don't fall - no I don't, 'cause you can't fall when you're floating.

With the necessary stuff in my hand I go back to him, I'm eager to regain contact.

My fingers crawl across his chest, over his erection, I am a feather and then I am the ocean tide, gently cupping his balls and moving back up to his cock, surrounding him with the warmth and care of my loving palm.

I know I can't delay this any more; I'm a throbbing mess. I kneel beside him and oil his hole. I watch in awe as my forefinger penetrates the tight ring, engulfed by his smoothness for the first time. It's pure magic, watching my digit move in and out, while his body responds with slight shivers, and a soft moan comes uncontrolled out of his throat. His chin points towards the ceiling, his eyes are shut, his Adam's apple betrays how often he swallows some more, unheard moans. He's enjoying this, I can tell. My finger is moving there, in and out, as if there's somebody else controlling it and I am just a spectator, a spectator to the play of my own dream come true.

A part of me is inside him.

I'm there.

I hold my breath and I add a second finger; I'm getting impatient. Images of my cock replacing my hand play tricks to my mind and I am ready to black out.

Just hold yourself, Cullen. Be what he needs, be a man.

I don't know how I manage to be gentle. Very soon, I am stretching him open with more oil, until I feel there's no resistance to what is going to happen.

"Look at me, Jasper."

He does as he's told, he opens those ocean blue eyes and what I see there does something to my heart - there's lust, but there's also a strange calmness which is contagious. I know exactly what I'm doing, and I know it is right, and beautiful. I place my palm on his stomach and use my other hand to lift his leg over my shoulder. I carefully guide my way until my head pushes against his slick hole. With one thrust, my cock is half inside him. I freeze, motionless, to monitor his expression. It's blissful, and even calmer. I push, and push some more, and then my whole length is in there, It's where it belongs. Where I belong. I stay still for another moment and I hear a sigh coming out of my lips. Then I start moving my hips.

This is unbelievable. It feels so good, so good. Oh my god, so good. I'm moving faster, but still I am careful not to hurt him. I let my hands roam over every piece of his skin I can reach. I caress, I'm mild, I'm tamed. I look into his eyes and search for his understanding. I want to know he feels it, the love I am giving to him, the need I have for him.

"Oh my god, Edward," his voice is weak. I know I'm doing it right, I know my last, more confident thrusts are reaching his special spot and he's falling into the abyss of utter satisfaction, and I'm proud I'm doing this to him. "Please."

"Please what, baby?" I manage. Does he want it faster, or harder?

"Harder," he answers my unasked question, "please."

Yes, I can do harder. I am not restraining myself anymore. I am pounding into him, a little voice inside my head screaming out of happiness.

So good, this can't be real.

Oh, but it is. He's very real within my hands. He's sweaty, panting and absolutely real.

The familiar white light strikes from my brain to my balls. Something inside me is swelling, I know what it is, I am going to cum. That is going to be the hardest I have cum in my life - but it's no wonder. I don't stop my movements, I won't be able even if I want to. I know he's not ready yet but there's nothing I can do, I take his leaking cock in my hand and I'm done. I'm spasming, shooting my load with my cock still inside him; I know he feels it, and I hear he's shouting my name. His hand covers mine over his shaft and we both squeeze and glide over it, a few times, then it's pulsating and spouting sticky goodness all over his stomach and chest, and on both our palms. I cant help leaning down and licking it. It's strange, but it tastes so familiar, as if I've had it in my mouth before. Then I realize, no, I haven't tasted it before, but I love it because Jasper belongs to me.

I discard the condom and hurry back to bed, to wipe my man clean and embrace him under the blanket.

Turning off the light, I ask him how he feels.

"Wonderful, Edward. I feel wonderful."

I tighten my grip around his chest and wonder if I am going to be able to sleep at all.

"Edward... I can feel you're smiling," Jasper whispers.

"You can?" I whisper back, not really believing him.

"Yes, I can. And I will kiss your smile in the morning."