okay people, so...
more LEMON on its way if that's what you want to call it lol.
of course i'm not Stephenie Meyer, but god i wish i was!
And please, please review the story so far!
Time seemed to be working mysteriously as I lay there on the ice – sometimes I would start in shock when realising that hours had slipped by without me noticing, other times when minutes seemed to drag on for days. I had sobbed myself into a stupor, curling myself into a tight ball before collapsing onto my side, my eyes blank and unseeing, staring at the forest edge.
I knew he was in there. I knew that at some point he had been sat, just out of my sight, watching me. I had cried again at that thought, the thought that Jake was in pain, and the idea that he knew I was in pain too and couldn't comfort me, because the pain was for him. I knew this because I could feel his presence somewhere nearby, I had always known when Jake was near - it was like an extra sense. I also knew because when I had woken I discovered Jake had wrapped his clothes around me as I slept.
Now I clutched at those clothes and pulled them to me, breathing in Jake's smell, a scent so potent to me – a concoction of earthy smells; wood, leaves, pollen, freshly cut grass, the smell of fresh clean air, a hint of sweat that wasn't at all unpleasant and something else I had never been able to name. I clutched at them as I stumbled through the forest to him.
Upon reaching a small clearing I gave a loud sigh of relief – just being in Jake's presence, being close to him, eased my suffering. He was lying naked, curled up on the ground, a Greek god, his body melting the snow beneath him, a faint steam rising around him so that he seemed to almost have an otherworldly glow.
Silently, I crept forwards, my feet gliding lightly over the ice, trying to be fast yet cautious. When I reached him the urge to extend my hand out and touch him, to kiss him, almost overpowered me. I stood over him for several minutes, just listening to the sound of his deep breathing and letting his presence calm my torn emotions.
Eventually, I lowered myself so that I was lying beside him, not quite touching - I knew that temptation would be too much, and carefully set my head down on his outstretched arm, using his bicep as a pillow. I didn't go to sleep – I just let my mind empty itself of all the negative feelings and thoughts for a while.
"Nessie" Jake murmured. I froze, finally realising that he was just muttering in his sleep. Several long minutes passed before I relaxed again, just before he repeated my name, his legs twitching in his slumber.
"Ah, God! Nessie!" he moaned. My eyes flew open and before I could catch myself I rolled over so that I was facing him. Jake was still asleep and he was dreaming, dreaming of me.
Reaching my hand out I placed my palm lightly on his face. Last night I had discovered something – and I wanted to see if I could do it again. Focusing on my palm against his skin I concentrated hard on Jake – I wasn't trying to show him my thoughts; I was trying to see his.
It had happened last night, when I could feel the unfamiliar building in my stomach, waves of pleasure threatening to engulf me. I had reached out to grab Jake's face in my hands and could suddenly feel his sensations as well as my own. It had been too much for one person to handle, I was sure of it, and I had screamed and panted and moaned as I felt not only my own orgasm building and building, but Jake's too. I had let go – I thought it would drive me insane.
Now, a face swam in front of me – my own. My eyes widened as I looked at my face – I was beautiful, my lips curved into an inviting smile, my eyes glinting with lust and mischief. As I watched, the dream me - Jake's me - bent her head and…
I gasped and removed my hand. Jake was still muttering my name over and over again and I now became aware of his erection, hard against my stomach. The urge to reach out and touch him was overwhelming me. I knew I should leave, that this was probably a huge mistake –but I just couldn't help myself.
Jake had straightened out now; he was no longer curled in a ball but stretched out, his right leg twitching slightly. Even as I raised myself onto my knees he rolled slightly, so that he was lying on his back.
"Nessie" he moaned again. At the sound of him calling my name I was pushed over the edge.
Hesitantly I reached out to his erect penis and curled my fingers around it. Jake gave another soft moan as I began to rub my hand lightly up and down his length, watching his face as I did so. Feeling his pleasure I began to pump my hand faster, hoping I was doing it right, and was rewarded at the feel of him growing larger still. Seeing this, I slowly bent my head and blew a stream of cool air directly onto the tip off his throbbing manhood. Slower still I dipped my head lower and softly kissed it.
His moan was loader this time as I ran the tip of my tongue along his length - tasting him – and he reached down to curl his fingers in my hair. Chuckling, I let my breath wash over him as I used both my hands to run my fingertips along his still growing member. I glanced up at the sound of a sharp intake of breath, unsure whether it was his or mine and saw Jake was now awake, watching me, shock in his eyes.
"Just one more time Jake" I whispered over him. "Please. Just once more. We can go back to how it was before tomorrow. I just – I need this, you." He didn't say anything – just continued to stare down at me, fingers still curled in my hair. I took that as a yes.
Again I dipped my head and started to kiss him from the base of his erection, slowly moving to his tip. When I reached his end I parted my lips, copying the motion I had watched myself do in Jake's dream, my mouth hovering over him. His fingers grabbed at my hair, tugging harder as he thrust his hips upwards. I let my lips slide along his whole length before I slowly brought my head back up so I had only half of him in my mouth, and began to suck. He groaned in pleasure as I grazed my teeth along him before letting my tongue rub up against him, sucking harder, revelling in the taste of him.
I raised myself up, kissing him lightly on the tip again at the last possible moment. I knew what was about to happen if I continued, and I didn't know what to do if it happened in my mouth. He grunted in frustration and his hands left my hair to grab at my hips and yank me up onto him, so that he could kiss me.
He kissed me deeply, my lips parting beneath his immediately and he massaged my tongue gently with his own. I reached up to knot my fingers in his hair and pull him closer to me as the kisses became fiercer. He growled beneath me as I bit his lower lip, tugging at it as I furiously raked my hands all over him. His hands grasped me to him tighter and I responded, exploring deeper with my tongue and grabbing at his hair again.
"I love you," I whispered, my eyes fixed on his. When I brought my mouth back urgently to his it felt like his lips were burning mine as our tongues danced together, desperately trying to hold their own against the other.
"I love you too." This time it was Jake's turn to break the kiss. I took the opportunity to gasp for air. "But - " he shifted beneath me and I was afraid he was going to push me away again.
"Not buts" I breathed, kissing him quickly. "Not tonight."
"Well, then I think it's my turn," he chuckled, rolling us over after a seconds pause.
I was so relieved that he hadn't had the strength to fight it – just like I hadn't, that I didn't realise that he had removed both my top and bra until he started to gently nibble on my breasts, teasing my nipples between his front teeth. Then, with frustrating slowness he ran his tongue down the gap between my breasts, continuing his path to just below my navel.
Slowly he peeled my jeans off me, sliding them over my hips and down my legs, repeating the action even slower still with my panties, so that now we were both naked. I silently thanked the stars that the night had rushed in so quickly – I knew that Jake loved me but I was still insecure about my body, and he had never seen me naked before in the full light.
Then he started kissing me. He touched his lips again and again to my inner thigh, moving higher each time, and then he moved to the crook of my other leg, beginning again, purposefully avoiding the area my body craved for his lips to go to.
Crouching over me he stretched himself up, crashing his lips down on mine. My body quivered against him as he reached down with his hand and let his fingers rub against me, and my legs parted unbidden, heat and wetness rushing out to meet him. He broke the kiss, his face still inches from mine and whispered, "all you have to do is tell me to stop and I will. I love you."
I gasped and grabbed the back of his neck as he plunged his fingers into me. He worked them deeper until I was gulping for air, moaning and writhing beneath him in pleasure. Then he slipped another finger into me and watched me scream and arch my back as he found the core of my excitement.
As I felt myself moan in delight at the sensations he was creating, orgasm building inside me for the third time in my life, he ducked his face away from mine and travelled down to just below my waist. I felt the tip of his tongue gently graze against me just above his busy fingers before it started to work furiously against my sensitive spot, with increasing speed and roughness. I screamed again and again shouting his name as the waves of climax struck me, before he removed his fingers, grabbed me by the hips and pulled me even closer into him.
I had to bunch my hands into fists, clawing at the surrounding snow as he slid his tongue inside me as deep as it would go, and began to twist it back and forth in a corkscrew-like motion, mimicking what his fingers had been doing only seconds before.
I panted and moaned beneath him, rocking my hips further into him as I started to lose control. Withdrawing his tongue at the peak of my climax he nipped down with his teeth on my sensitive spot, causing me to shriek in delight again before he shifted back up to hover over my torso, his eyes searching my face.
Pulling him on top of me I fought to find his lips. They pushed against mine, parting them wider as my tongue darted forwards to meet his own. I felt him shift slightly on top of me, his legs nudging mine apart. I could feel him throbbing at my opening, grazing against me. As he kissed me with increasing ferocity I could taste myself on his tongue. His hands traversed my body, stroking and groping, his touch leaving a trail of fire on my skin; the anticipation was unbearable.
Jake locked his eyes with mine, his gaze burning into me. I realised he was asking a question of me, of my consent and I nodded feebly, biting my lower lip.
"You'll be the death of me, Nessie," he growled, smiling.
I shuddered against him as he thrust into me. He ground his hips with mine, grabbing my bum and rocking further into me. He started to pound out a rhythm, picking up the pace as he grunted my name. I panted back at him as we both began to climax.
We rolled over, not breaking rhythm and I arched my spine, tipping my head back as I rose to a sitting position, straddling him. He grasped my waist and helped me to lower myself onto him again and again before we both lost control, pleasure racking through our bodies – and all previous despair was forgotten completely.