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Rated M for a reason. Lemon.
Chpt 3 Do a Little Dance, Make a Little Love
BPOV
Men! I'm crawlin' around our bedroom on my hands an' knees retrievin' the clothes that Jasper threw everywhere in his haste to get me into the shower last night. I'm not just annoyed because I have to crawl around lookin' for 'em but also because I have to inspect 'em all carefully so I don't waste time washin' somethin' he's destroyed.
With a pang of regret I find my new red sundress, knowin' that the straps are torn I throw it on the reject pile losin' myself in the memory of how it got like that just a few hours ago . . . .
"Wanna go shoppin' in town?" Char asks, bouncin' into the doorway.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Town? Oh yes!
"Cool." She smirks. "We need to get ya a kick ass outfit to wear tonight."
"We do? Should I be excited?" I ask, my stomach butterflies already limberin' up.
"Yes." She winks. "Very. J has a special evenin' planned for you an' you need to look your absolute best."
"He never said anythin' to me."
"That's because it's a semi secret. He an' Pete are off organisin' it now. Come on get changed an' we'll get goin', it'll take us the best part of an hour to get there in the truck."
Despite my joy at bein' out an' about I soon start to get tired of bein' dragged from shop to shop.
"What was wrong with the last red dress I tried on?" I whine.
"Sugar." She growls as she continues to haul me down the sidewalk. "My brother is takin' you for a special night out. You need to look your absolute best. Trust me."
Two outfits later she decides she's found the perfect dress.
"You look amazin' sug!"
I stare at my reflection, she's not wrong.
"Char, if he sees me in this we'll never make it out of the bedroom. It's nine hundred dollars an' it'll be rags before I can blink."
"He's not gonna be in the bedroom Bella. You'll be meetin' him there. I know what he's like where you're concerned, the horny little toad." She eyes me again happily. "Perfect. Come on, let's go flex the plastic then we can get our nails an' hair done."
"Is it safe to do that?" I ask, surprised.
"Sure, you won't drain any of 'em." She chuckles. "Trust me lil' sis, beauticians taste funny."
I almost rip the dress as I take it off. "What?"
"I'm kiddin'. I've never knowingly eaten a beautician. Our nails are already perfect so all they'll do is paint 'em an' style our hair. As long as you never let them try to change anythin', like file your nails, you'll be fine."
An' she's right. After Yvetta had complimented me fulsomely on my perfect nails an' strong healthy hair she painted them a deep red color to match my dress an' swept my hair up onto my head makin' me look like an old school southern belle.
"Wow. Thank you." I tell her with awe in my voice.
"Its easy," she shrugs happily "when you have such good raw material to work with. You are a very beautiful woman." Then she leans forward an' winks consipiritorily. "And your sister is right, no bra with that dress."
Back at the house Char channels her inner Alice an' does my makeup for me.
"I can do this myself you know." I huff.
"I know you can Bella but I've waited almost a hundred years for a sister to pamper, cut me some slack."
"Did you have a sister in your human life?" I ask, fascinated.
"I don't know sugar I can't remember much, just flashes like bein' stood in front of a white house or swimmin' in a creek." She sighs. "Pete knows but he says it's better if I don't. I trust him, my human life was probably a pile of shit. Besides as far as I'm concerned my life started the day I first laid eyes on Pete, nothin' else matters."
"Will you tell me about it sometime?"
"Sure." She smiles. "You know that big oaf can be quite romantic when he puts his mind to it. We're goin' dancin' in town tonight while you an' J are out."
"So jealous." I grouch. "I really want to go dancin' with Jasper."
"Well maybe you'll get the chance tonight. There, you're done."
"Fuckin' hell Char!" I almost scream. "You've made me look sophisticated."
She regards me with amusement. "Good, in that case it's just a shame you don't sound it."
"Oops. Sorry." I giggle.
I look at myself in the mirror again. This is the first time I've really made an effort with my appearance since my change an' it feels good. I look like a beautiful, sophisticated woman instead of a savage who's been dragged through a hedge backwards.
Practically vibratin' with excitement Char bundles me into the truck an' sets out across country.
We drove for a while over the gently rollin' plain, straight towards the settin' sun, the truck rockin' slightly on the uneven ground as we gradually draw closer to the distant ridge line. We soon lapse into silence, the only sounds besides the engine the creakin' of the truck springs an' the whip crack of the dry grass as we snap it with our passage.
My curiosity is runnin' wild. What can Jasper have planned all the way out here? An' my stomach butterflies are startin' a hoedown, it almost feels like our first 'non-date'. How awesome an' scary is it that we've been together pretty much constantly for over twelve months an' I can still get this excited about seein' him?
Char pulls up at the base of the ridge.
"This is your stop sugar. Head for the light on top of the ridge."
"Thanks." I peck her on the cheek an' open my door.
"Take good care of my brother Bella." She says.
"I will." I promise.
Thanks to three inch heels I climb the ridge at human pace, glancin' around to locate the light an' settin' off in that direction. I can't see Jasper but I can smell his scent as I approach the unexpected silhouette on the ridgeline.
Atop the ridge, bathed in the glow of the settin' sun is an impressive dinin' table with those thick carved legs that beg to be touched topped with a five prong candelabra, candles flickerin' in the mild evenin' breeze.
On the table are two huge lumps swathed in an electric blanket hooked up to a generator which provides a low hum as background to the sounds of approachin' night.
I hear movement behind me an' with a great deal of effort manage to stay still as music begins to play.
The coolin' breeze blows around my legs, exposed to mid thigh in the red dress, caressin' my exposed shoulders an' bare back as it passes. In fact the material is so thin I can feel the air movin' over every part of my body.
After a while I succumb to the beat of the music, movin' my hips gently in time to its sensuous rhythm.
Suddenly Jasper is behind me, his body pressed against me, shadowin' my movements while his hands slide up an' down the front of my thighs, his face buried in my hair.
"You smell wonderful darlin'." He murmurs, grinding against me. "Like honey an' spice."
"Mmm." My verbal skills are gone with the music an' the feel of his body.
"I love this dress." He continues, his lips caressin' my neck. "The color is amazin' against your skin." He runs his hands up to my hips. His fingers splayin' over my hip bones and his thumbs kneadin' the soft flesh at the swell of my ass. "You have the perfect body, made just for mine."
"Yes." I gasp, lost to the sensations.
We keep swayin' to the music, our hips rolling together, his mouth movin' lightly against my neck an' shoulder my hands coverin' his fingers spread over my hip bones, gently bunchin' an' releasin' the thin fabric. The rustlin' noise combining with the other sounds flowin' through my mind. The track ends and another starts without either of us noticing.
"How did you know I wanted to dance tonight?" I manage to ask eventually.
"I didn't." He chuckles, lavin' his tongue across my shoulder. "I just wanted to re-enjoy the feelings you provoked in me the first time we danced at Brad's." He nips my skin with his teeth an' my lady parts clench. "I've never wanted anybody as badly as I wanted you that night."
I shudder, warmth spreadin' across my thighs.
"I love the way you smell when you want me." He breaths into my ear, buckin' his hips into me. "Can you feel how much I love the way you smell when you're with me?"
"Yes." I moan, pushin' back against him.
His hands travel slowly up my sides, brushin' lightly against the outer swell of my breasts as they ghost up my arms, comin' to rest on my shoulders.
Our hips continue to sway, held together by the music an' invisible magnets. Unbidden my head falls back against his chest an' his hands slide down under the fabric of my dress to cup my upraised breasts.
He inhales sharply as my nipples stiffen against his palms.
"Bella." He groans pullin' away from me slightly an' liftin' his hands back to my shoulders. "This isn't the order I wanted to do things in."
"Didn't you teach me that the best plans should be flexible?" I ask pushin' back against him again.
With a growl he pulls me back against him, hard. His hands slidin' the dress off my shoulders an' grasping my freed breasts roughly.
"I want you. God I want you so much right now." He whispers harshly, attackin' my neck with his mouth.
He kneads my breasts an' grinds himself against me, the beat of the music completely forgotten. I moan with desire, rubbin' my thighs together, spreading the wetness that's seeped there.
His rough breathin' pulls at somethin' deep within me. "Jasper, I want you inside me, please."
Instantly he pulls my dress up to my waist, forcin' my upper body forward with his chest. With one hand he pushes my thighs apart while I feel an' hear the other lowerin' the zipper on his pants. In short order his tip is slidin' between my thighs, teasin' my wet flesh over an' over as his hands are once again at my breasts.
"Jasper." I moan when I can't stand it any longer.
"How?" He rasps.
Straightenin' I reach back for his hand, moving over to one of the rocks. Releasin' him I climb up, stretchin' out with my hips danglin' over the edge. I gaze up at him through hooded eyes an' my breathin' catches. He's wearin' a dark suit, which gleams faintly in the light from the candles, silk, with a crisp white shirt, the sharp high collar of which is brushin' against his lean jaw. His eyes are dark with lust, almost obscured by his hair which is hangin' over his eyes as he looks down at me. The last conscious thought I register before I slip into Jasper coma is how words like handsome, gorgeous or beautiful could never do him justice.
"Oh darlin'." He moans as guides himself up an' down through my slick folds, pressin' firmly at my clit an' entrance. His eyes rove my body, spread before him, hungrily. Takin' my hips in his big hands he lifts them slightly an' pushes inside me slowly. I gasp an' then sigh as my soft flesh moulds an' stretches to fit him.
Tantalisingly slow he begins to move inside me.
"I love you." He says as he inexorably begins to pick up the pace, shiftin' my hips so he can go deeper.
I fight the urge to close my eyes, determined to enjoy the sight towerin' above me. Jasper's face twisted with desire as he moves within me, the collar of his shirt obscurin' the lower half of his face as he looks down watchin' himself thrust into my body.
Desperate for somethin' to do as Jasper stokes the fire within me, my hands move to my breasts. Moanin' wantonly I pinch and roll my hard nipples between my fingers an' curl my legs around him.
Growling Jasper shifts my hips again goin' deeper an' harder, causin' my back to grate against the rock. Meaningless words fallin' from his lips. "Bella . . . . good . . . . scent . . . . tight . . . . want . . . . love . . . . feel . . . . cum inside you . . . . fuck . . . . need . . . . god . . . . so close . . . ."
Unable to take my eyes from his face I watch as his head falls back exposin' his throat, the cords in his neck standin' out, the muscles in his jaw flexin' as he grinds out wordless sounds. The sight of him so close to the edge has a direct effect on my body, heat blasts through it in an instant, my eyes rollin' back into my head, my hands pullin' roughly at my breasts as words dribble out of my mouth. "Please . . . . fuck . . . . need . . . . Jasper . . . . ungh . . . . harder . . . ."
His hands clench around my hips even tighter as his drives into me harder an' faster. My muscles are on fire tightening an' clenching, my legs tremblin' an' jerkin', no longer able to cling to him. My muscles clench hard around him as he moves inside me an' as I feel his cock begin to throb an' twitch I scream out his name, the first wave of my orgasm crashin' over me causin' my body to stiffen an' shudder.
With a feral howl his body snaps taut and he cums inside me, the pulsatin' of his cock an' the clenchin' of my walls creatin' a glorious friction which prolongs my orgasm an' drains him of everythin' he has to give.
Spent he collapses on top of me, his laboured breathin' matchin' mine, his lips movin' soundlessly against my neck.
After a moment he gathers me in his arms liftin' me up an' movin' us to lay down in the long grass.
A/N Now, see, this is why I am gettin' as annoyed with them as Pete is. How the hell is anythin' going to happen in this story if they can't keep their hands off each other for even one measly chapter and I thought he was gonna, oh never mind . . . . Shakes head an' wanders away mutterin'.