"W-what are you showing me?" I stuttered. I wasn't scared. I was just nervous. Cause if you were thinking what I was thinking was about to happen, you'd be nervous too.
We reached the doorway to his bedroom. "Bella, I love you. Very much. I…I…" he was blushing. I could tell where this was heading. He let out a sigh. "Bella, I want you to be my first. My only."
My heart started pounding. Could I really do this? I could feel the heat rushing through my body, flushing my cheeks. I tried to think around the pounding in my ears. I wanted to. I really wanted to in fact. I looked at him and nodded my head. I couldn't talk. My heart was blocking my throat.
He pulled me in and closed the door behind me. He quickly grabbed me around my waist and engulfed me with kisses. Long, pouring kisses that made my heart pound even harder. I thought I was either going to explode or faint. I tried very hard to grab a gulp of air.
Before I knew it, he slowed down, and paused to look at me. His face was so rosy, and his body was so warm. Then, he grabbed the hem of my shirt, checking to see if it was okay. I nodded, and he gradually lifted my shirt up my torso and over my head. Then he reached around to my back, and un-did the hook of my bra in one try. He tossed both the shirt and bra to the floor. Then he kissed me on the mouth and made a path of kisses between my breasts, down my stomach, to the top of my jeans. There he unbuttoned them, and pulled them, and the underwear with them, off. He got up, stepped back, and just looked at me. Gazing over every inch of my body, soaking it all in. His hand reached out to take my hand. It was shaking. He took a big gulp. I took his hand and wrapped myself around him, hearing his thundering heart beat, just like my own.
Then, I started unbuttoning his shirt, savoring the feel of my hands over his smooth skin. I pushed the shirt off of him. He undid his jeans himself, then took off his own underwear.
He just stared at each other in wonder. He was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Just as I was thinking about how much I wanted him, he reached for me still shaking, and we fell onto his bed intertwined.
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I woke up, forgetting where I was for a moment. Then, realizing I feel asleep. With Jacob. After we…
I felt…weak. But powerful at the same time.
I turned to look at him, and just as I looked, he too started slowly opening his eyes. He grinned at me, then wrapped his arms around me, and we fell back asleep smiling.
We woke again, a few hours later. Realizing it was 5 o'clock in the morning.
"Crap! Your dad!" I whispered, as I jolted up and began picking up my clothes.
He shook his head as he grinned. "What are you doing?"
"Leaving! Your dad probably already realized I was here late. I don't want him thinking I stayed the night and we—"
"But we did."
"That's not the point. I don't want him thinking I'm some kind of prostitute—"
"Bella! Have you looked outside?" He got out of bed and pulled aside the drapes.
Snow covered half of his window. I could barely see outside.
I gasped.
"My dad called a while ago, said he was stuck at work, and everyone there had to stay the night. I told him you were over. He knew the roads were just as bad here, so he suggested you stay. Don't worry," he explained as his kissed my head. "I bet you're hungry." He walked out of his room and I followed him into the kitchen. I was extremely hungry. I've heard sex can do that to you.
He pulled out six eggs from the fridge, lit the stove and started making eggs.
"I hope those six are all for me," I teased. He looked over his shoulder, rolled his eyes, grinned, then went back to cooking. "No, but seriously."
After breakfast, we went back to the bedroom, and reenacted what happened the night before, but a lot faster and with a little more precision. We fell asleep again, then woke up and ate even more food.
"So, I was thinking we'd venture out into the snow today," Jacob suggested.
I scrunched my nose. "But it's cold."
"I could think of something we could do outside that would warm us up real fast…"
I rolled my eyes.
He smirked. "Well, I thought I would take you to the little lake in the woods behind my house. It's definitely frozen over, and I thought we could go ice skating."
I gazed around as I thought. "Sounds fine and romantic to me on our day snowed-in." I leaned across the table and kissed him. "Time to get dressed then."
Well, being as I slept over, unplanned, I had no new clothes. So I had to wear some of Jacob's, which was of course very fine with me. But the problem came to snow gear. It took us a good hour and a half to find Jacob's childhood snow clothes that I could fit into.
All packed up, we took each other's hand, and ventured out into the snow. It was very difficult climbing and trudging through. I got stuck a couple of times, and Jacob had to pull me out.
Finally, we reached the lake. And I had a strange sense of déjà vu.