OK people, this was my first attempt at writing something lemony!

Extra thanks this chapter to Nikki and Dani *snogs*, and my betas, Angelz1114577 & Whitlocked. I really couldn't have done this without all of you. Oh, and the bottle of wine ;o).

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters, they belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 6

Nessie POV

Even though dusk was falling, I'd decided to walk all the way home through the woods, delaying the inevitable confrontation for as long as possible. My pace varied according to my thoughts. When I considered Jake, as he'd been in the clearing and what was waiting for me at home, my feet dragged as though they were encased in concrete. Conversely, when I realised I'd been thinking of Nahuel, I also noticed that I'd been all but skipping along. This concerned me. I was meant to be with Jake, it was natural and it felt right, what else could possibly be out there for me that was any better? Who could be better? Jake worshipped me, I was the centre of his universe and had been since the day I was born, what on earth would I trade that in for? I knew enough of adult relationships to realise that I was as lucky as hell. It had never even been in question that my very being wouldn't have Jake at its core.

I was trying to work out what on earth had happened today that could have had such an impact on my whole life, my whole mindset? What could actually be enough to let even a shadow of doubt about Jake creep into my thoughts?

I'd reached home now and could put it off no longer. A knot of dread was sitting firmly in my stomach, growing tighter with the passing seconds as I approached the house, walked up the steps, and turned the door handle. I pushed the door open gently, holding my breath. My ears were alert for any clues as to what might be lying ahead for me, but all I could hear was music playing quietly from the direction of the living room. I turned and pushed the door closed behind me, turning the handle again as I did so to avoid the loud click of the latch giving my entrance away. As I turned back to face into the hallway, I realised that I couldn't be quiet enough to sneak up on him. Jake stood in a faded black shirt and jeans, leaning his shoulder against the wall, his hands in his pockets. He sighed and his face was smooth as he tilted his head to the side and rested it on the wall too.

"Pretty fucked up day, hey Ness?" His voice was quiet and calm, and it was difficult to believe that this was the same man that had made me feel threatened back in the clearing with his anger. I had been surprised when Nahuel had stepped in front of me in that moment. I was sure that Jake would never have touched me, but I also knew that at least some of his anger was directed toward me.

I wasn't sure what to make of his demeanour and eyed him suspiciously; this was the last reception I'd been expecting.

"Uh, yeah, you could say that," I snorted slightly and raised my eyebrows at the understatement. I looked up at him, his huge frame filling the narrow hallway in front of me. He lifted his head and pushed himself away from the wall.

"C'mere," he stepped towards me and stretched his long, beautiful brown arms out to me. The expression on his face was soft and so full of love that it was impossible not to respond. I opened my arms to him too, and let him envelop me in his embrace. He kissed the top of my head and then rested his cheek in the same spot.

"I'm sorry Jake," I whispered, nuzzling into his chest and inhaling the comforting and familiar scent of him.

"Me too, Nessie, me too," he replied, his hand placed lightly on the back of my head while his thumb gently stroked my hair.

I stood there, feeling completely at home and whole. This was nice; it made sense that this was how things were supposed to be. I couldn't help but wonder, though, about the sensations I got from being near Nahuel. There was something exciting about the way the shivers passed quickly through me, like a shooting star streaking across the sky; then when it's gone you wonder whether it really happened or if you had imagined it.

Jacob moved his hands now and cupped my face gently, tilting it upward as he bent to kiss my lips, so softly that I barely even registered the touch. He moved his head back slightly and looked searchingly into my eyes, before placing his lips on mine again. I felt a familiar warmth begin to build inside me and must have responded to it, as suddenly Jake was kissing me more hungrily, his tongue gently nudging my lips apart to find mine.

I moved my hands up, sliding them across his well defined shoulders and up to the back of his neck, running my fingers through the short hair there. I gently dragged my fingernails down the back of his neck and he responded, as I knew he would. He increased the pace of the kiss and slid his hands down to my waist, where they paused for a moment. Then he was moving them again, slipping them round onto my back and then lower, to reach the tops of my thighs, before moving them back up again.

I broke away from the kiss, my breath coming in gasps now. Looking up at him, I was fully aware of the hunger blazing in my eyes and saw it reflected right back at me from his. He bent to kiss me again but I stepped around him, turning as I did so. He turned his body as I did, unwilling to break the loaded eye contact. Still without looking away, I slid my hand under the hem of his shirt and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his jeans, towing him along as I backed toward the bedroom. A smile played on his lips as he followed me more than willingly, his bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor.

As we reached the doorway, his patience gave way to his desire and he quickly closed the space between us, forcing me backward across the small space inside the door, and onto the bed where he landed on top of me, controlled enough not to crush me. We picked up the kiss where we had left off, pausing only for me to pull his shirt off over his head. As I did so, I was as stricken as ever by the beauty of Jake's muscled body and the rich, warm red-brown tone of his skin. I took a moment to appreciate it, before he interrupted me roughly with his mouth on mine. He moved his head to the side and placed tiny kisses along my jaw and down onto my neck. The sensation caused the warmth inside me to grow hotter and a slick of wetness to form between my legs. I was as desperate for him now, as he was for me.

As Jake's lips reached the base of my throat, he pushed himself up on his forearms to undo my blouse. His breathing was fast and I could see him becoming more impatient as his huge fingers struggled with the tiny buttons. Suddenly, with a gasp of frustration, he grasped the material with two hands and yanked it, ripping the fabric away from my pale skin, causing me to moan with excitement at the gesture and his obvious impatience for what was to come. I put a hand on his perfect chest and pushed him back into a kneeling position, enough to raise myself half upright, where I was able to pull my blouse off completely and allow Jake to reach around me to unhook my bra and slide it off. As he bent to kiss my breasts, I moved my shoulders back, pushing my chest toward him as I reached my arm forward, past his head to trace the V shape of his muscles down to his waistband. I brushed my hand across his stomach, to unbutton his jeans, sliding them down to his knees where he managed to kick them off.

I took a long look at him, my eyes half closed with desire and my breathing heavy as I took in the beauty of his body, before my eyes moved down to meet the shape of his hard cock, straining against the fabric of his shorts. I looked back up at him; he was gazing at my body lustfully, much as I'd been at his. His dark eyes crept back up and met my gaze. I saw the animal instinct spark in his eyes, as he read the desire in mine. He leaned forward to kiss me roughly, his hot hands moving all over me, the pressure from his lips forcing me back onto the bed, both of us groaning now from the pleasure of the touches and the longing they created for more.

I stretched my arms up above my head and slid one foot up the bed, bending my knee and leaning it against the hot flesh on Jake's side. My own heat was flowing throughout my body now and the wetness between my legs had increased. I gasped and writhed with every graze of Jake's tongue on my bare skin, arching my back and squeezing my bent leg inward whenever it became too much, trying to create some friction to ease the ache in my centre. I moved my arms down now, sliding my hands over the contours of his taut muscles, my heart beating faster each time one of them flexed as he moved.

His fingers found the button on my jeans and he undid them. Raising himself off the bed so I could bring my legs together, he eased them down. As he did this, his tongue started on a path down my body, tracing across my stomach, then continued lower. I groaned in frustration when he paused, moving so he could yank off my shoes and remove my jeans completely. He threw them down quickly, before pushing my knees apart to make a space for himself, sliding back onto the bed while he moved his tongue teasingly up my thigh. He licked and nibbled tantalizingly, never close enough to relieve any of my frustration but keeping just near enough to allow the ache to build, almost painfully. Eventually, it obviously became too much for him too and he moved in quickly and unexpectedly, burying his face in the fabric of my panties, nuzzling and nipping at the moist fabric there. My breath escaped in a throaty moan and my back arched again in an involuntary spasm. I gasped again, louder this time, as he literally ripped my underwear away when it became too much of a barrier, quickly discarding the shredded fabric before putting his head back between my legs. He explored me with his tongue, gently at first as he swept it just between my wet lips, moving upwards, circling my clit quickly and making me gasp, then back down. He did this a few times, groaning with pleasure himself as he did so, before he suddenly plunged his tongue inside me as far as it would go, burying his face in me. After a moment he pulled it out again and sucked hungrily on my clit, causing a groan to escape from my mouth, as I shuddered in ecstasy.

He kept on with the teasing, the plunging, the sucking, and the circling until I thought I could take no more – then he slid one hand up from where it sat on the inside of my thigh. He went back to the gentle circling and teasing with his tongue while his fingers slowly stroked my wetness, sliding easily over the swollen skin, then gently slipping inside me, one finger at first, then out, then two. I was groaning with each stroke of his tongue and every move of his fingers, my back lifting off the bed, and my hips swivelling rhythmically as I pushed myself against him. The sensations were building now and as they engulfed me I pulled my hands off him, grabbing a handful of the bedclothes with my left hand and clapping my right tightly across my forehead, my elbow in the air as my neck craned right back.

As I felt myself start to cum, my hips moved automatically in time with the waves of pleasure. I cried out and my right hand moved up from my forehead to my hair, where it gripped tightly as my head moved jerkily from side to side, the sensation the strange mix of unbearable and pleasure at the same time. As the feeling gave way to relief, my thighs squeezed together and tightened around Jake. I let them flop back again and he moved his face back, looking into my eyes as he slid his fingers out of me, causing me to gasp quietly.

His dark eyes were blazing now with something so fierce that it made him look almost intimidating. I whimpered slightly as the look on his face set the fire coursing through me again. He read the message in my eyes clearly and pulled his body up on top of mine, never looking away from my eyes. It was obvious that he wanted to be inside me now as much as I needed him to be. I reached down to his hips with both hands, pushing his underwear over his skin and down, causing him to groan as the material brushed against his cock, before it sprang free. I moved my hands up as he kicked them off over his feet. I let my fingers stroke the inside of his thigh, cupping his balls slightly as I moved my hand upward to stroke his hardness, causing him to groan louder. His reaction caused my breath to come in gasps again. He reacted to the sound and dropped down onto me again. Before I knew it he was inside me, causing us both to cry out, partly in relief at the connection at last, and partly at the blissful sensation of it. We moved together, both seeming eager to be even closer to each other than was physically possible. Jake closed his eyes, his breath coming in quiet groans to match my own. He looked at me and moved his lips toward mine. We kissed and the sensations increased with the added emotion of the act. He reached under my right leg and lifted it up around his waist. I curled it around him and then lifted my left leg too, crossing my ankles to lock them into place and squeezing my thighs together around him. Jake moaned loudly, as he continued to thrust into me and I bucked my hips back toward him.

After a while he slowed the pace, lifting his face slightly and planting a gentle kiss onto my lips. I smiled up at him and he smiled back.

"I love you," I murmured, breathlessly

"Love you too, Ness," he whispered back, before smiling mischievously and rolling to the side and onto his back, taking me with him, unlocking my legs as I rolled, so that I was on top of him now, my knees on the bed. I groaned at the extra depth the new position allowed, grinding down onto him as he pushed up into me at the same time. Jake took advantage of the new position, reaching up to touch my breasts, gently stroking my nipples with his thumbs. His touch caused me to sigh loudly and arch my back in delicious pleasure. I bent to kiss him again and he placed his hands on my hips, guiding my movements as I sat back up. I could feel the sensations building again for me, but before they could get stronger, Jake had lifted me off of him. I looked into his eyes and it took my breath away. Never had I seen him looking so intense, with quite so much excitement and desire in his eyes. I could guess what he was thinking and obliged happily, turning away from him. In a split second he had pushed himself up and was behind me. I felt his hand on my hip, pulling me toward him. I arched my back again and moved my knees apart, offering myself to him as I reached out to the headboard to steady myself.

He was teasing me now. He held his cock with the tip touching my entrance, gently stroking it up and down, our wetness mingling so that he slid easily across my lips. I groaned and he laughed. He leaned his head forward so that his mouth was next to my ear

"Patience, Ness," he whispered huskily.

His voice was too much, I could take no more and just at the right moment I pushed backward, causing him to plunge inside me, deliciously deep. I cried out loudly.

"Fuck, Nessie," Jake gasped, as he pushed himself inside me again and again. He moved his hands now so that one cupped my breast while the other traced a path down to my clit, where it circled, raising the sensations to impossible heights. I was panting now, the sensations from Jake's cock as it thrust deep inside me, taking my breath away, each time he pushed into me.

Jake was groaning more loudly now too and I knew that he was close. Finally it all became too much for me as the sensations grew, almost impossibly.

"Fuck, Jake, I'm gonna cum," I gasped as the waves began to build. My body began to squeeze Jake's cock tightly and in the throes of my own pleasure I felt him begin to lose control too. We moved together, almost frantically now, as the feeling built to a crescendo. We both cried out loudly as we came together, my fingers gripping the headboard tightly and Jake gripping me.

Slowly, the rhythm of our bodies slowed right down and we collapsed in a heap on the bed. We lay, gasping and drained, until our breathing, and eventually our heart rates, returned to normal.

With no other words than our declarations of love for each other, we shuffled under the bedclothes, wrapped in each others' arms, kissing each other deliciously yet lazily now. It wasn't long before the events of the day caught up with me; I felt my eyelids drooping, wriggled closer into Jake's chest, planted one last kiss on him and slipped into a deep sleep.

Reviews are always welcome. Come on, I think I deserve some after the amount of sweating that I did over this – possibly more than Jake & Nessie ;o)