...smooth sheets against her breasts, stomach, cheek, as she lay face-down on them...fingers, stroking gently, lightly...coaxing her legs apart to trace teasingly over the heated slit between...soft breath against the nape of her next as her legs were spread wider...taut fabric at her waist, wrists, then ankles, pinning her down...and still the fingers, rubbing and stroking and pinching just hard enough to make her moan...just as her hips began to shift to meet those fingers, wanting more, deeper, harder, all touch vanished but the material holding her captive...she moaned louder, helplessly, needing that touch, that caress...a scream of pleasure ripped from her lips as his hard cock breached her slick walls in one sudden thrust...tied down, unable to move, to do anything but enjoy as the friction of his constant thrusting drove her nearly insane...her swollen, aching depths grasping the invader as it pistoned in and out, drawing gasps and cries from her throat with every stretching plunge...the unbearable rasping against the sensitive tissues as it withdrew...she couldn't be quiet even had she tried – yet he was being silent enough for the both of them...again and again, never slowing, never stopping...she convulsed in climax, her keening cries muffled as she thrashed her head into the bedding...he shifted his angle just slightly, so that every thrust slammed her into her mattress, yet he said nothing, did nothing but continue to take her, using her captive form for his own pleasure...without warning, he yanked himself completely out of her, wringing a whine from her as she struggled to regain his interest...yet nothing, nothing, no touches, no caresses...she was so close, so damned close to her peak, and he stopped...desperate tears came to her eyes as she felt the bindings holding her loosen, and she was rolled over, opening her eyes to see...
...Edward, a wicked grin on his face, as he lifted her ankles onto his shoulders and leaned down, bending her nearly double as he plowed back into her, and the scream she let out as her orgasm raced through her veins was captured by his lips as they plundered her own, only releasing her when she needed to breathe again. His expression was victorious – and wildly excited – as he reached up to hold her arms above her head with one hand, using the other to tweak her throbbing nipples.
"God, Edward, yes!" she whimpered, her head tossing back and forth in rapture, her hips arching as best they could to take him deeper, to wordlessly beg him for more. But it seemed her begging was unnecessary, as in the next moment he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"My beautiful Bella, I'm not even close to being done with you yet, so just lay here and take it all like a good girl."
In shock, she could only stare at her incredible lover as he growled playfully at her and stepped up the pace and ferocity of his movements, and she had a brief moment of fear that her bed would collapse before he let go of her hands and pinched both nipples simultaneously.
"Edward!" she cried, nearly sobbing in ecstasy. She tried to reach for him only to find that in her distraction he had re-bound her wrists and she was unable to move them. He smiled as she realized her predicament and moved his hands along her quivering legs to her ankles, spreading them father apart, giving him more room to plunge into her tight, swollen cunt. Soon her sounds completely lacked coherency, save for the occasional gasp of his name or prayer to some deity or other. Eventually, even those gave way to moans and pleas – though not even Bella could be sure what she was asking for.
"I must admit," he murmured, timing his words with his motions, "I do like hearing you beg. In fact, I think I want to hear more. Beg me to come for you, Bella."
"Please..." she panted, even as she shuddered in rapture, tightening around his cock as he fucked her through her quaking.
"I can't hear you, Bella," he crooned.
"Please, Edward!" she squealed.
"Please, what?"
"Please, come for me!" she managed to get out, though only barely. But it seemed he was in a devilish mood.
"Please, what? I couldn't quite make that out."
"PleeeEEEIEE!" she yelped as he twisted her hips slightly and drove deep, his thrusting almost violent as he neared his own release.
"Bella..." he groaned, and she closed her eyes, managing to gather the voice for one last cry.
"Please...Ed...Edward, come...for me, come...come in me, please!" His snarl of triumph paired easily with her own breathless vocalizations as he slammed forward, holding himself deep within her while he emptied what felt to Bella to be gallons of his own essence into her aching depths, releasing her ankles and letting her legs fall limp to the bed while he braced himself gently above her, peppering her face and neck with loving kisses. It was a long while before she was able to respond in kind, even weakly, and even longer still before she opened her eyes to see him gazing back at her with such wonder, such unadulterated amazement that her breath caught.
"Well," she whispered. "That was a hell of a way to wake up."
"So...you're not angry?" he asked, caution in his tone. She goggled at him.
"Why on EARTH would I be angry? That was...amazing," she said quietly, feeling him jump slightly as her still-recovering inner muscles spasmed around his still-turgid prick buried to the hilt within her. He groaned and touched his forehead to hers.
"I...well, I wasn't sure. I mean, I know you enjoy being...well, taken, but this was..." She shushed him with a loving touch of her lips.
"Edward, I love you. And nothing you could do could ever keep me from that. And yes, I'll admit, there's something thrilling and insanely hot about being helpless, especially as I know you would never deliberately hurt me."
"So you enjoyed yourself?" he asked with a small smile. She rolled her eyes.
"Just in case the numerous orgasms weren't enough of an explanation...yes, my wonderful love, I enjoyed myself immensely."
"Good," he replied, a grin lighting up his expression. "Because...I kind of liked that, too." Bella grinned back and raised one leg over to drape it around his hip. In response, he let his cool fingers trail their way from her knee to her hip until they rested on her waist. At the same time he shifted slightly, a small thrust that had her draw in a sharp breath and wrap her other leg up to draw him closer.
"There's just...one little, teensy thing..." she said, putting a hesitant quaver to her voice and watching as his eyes grew round with worry.
"What?" he asked, startled. She tried to hide a smile, but it began to slip out anyway.
"Could you untie my wrists? I'd like to be able to touch you this time around."
His grin was wicked and his fingers were quick, and Bella spared no more thoughts to anything but enjoying her morning.
"Why is he coming here?" Rosalie asked no one in particular, because the only person that might have an idea as to the purpose of the uncertain-looking werewolf crossing almost gingerly into the Cullen's backyard was currently occupied at his girlfriend's house. Ever the hostess, Esme opened the back patio door just as Jacob reached the stairs.
"Jacob! What a surprise! Care to come in? I have a meatloaf about to come out of the oven." She wrapped one hand around his upper arm and guided the wide-eyed teen into the kitchen that he'd only been in once before, settling him in a chair at the side of the table with a glass of fruit punch and an empty plate before turning to the stove.
"Um, hi, um, thanks, er - Mrs Cullen – is...well, is Bella around?"
"Just Esme, please – I hate formalities when they're not needed." She spun around to place a meat plate of perfectly sliced meatloaf on the table before him, along with a cream-drenched broccoli pasta casserole, and then sat down at the end of the table kitty-cornered from him. "Well, help yourself," she said with a grin, leaning one elbow on the table and resting her hand in her palm. Jacob sat there for a moment, staring at her as if wondering how on earth things got out of his control so fast.
"He looks like a confused little puppy!" Rosalie whispered from the other room, and Esme rolled her eyes inwardly and hoped her guest didn't hear her daughter. Apparently not, since he smiled uncertainly and began to dip out some food. Esme decided she should take some pity on him – after all, it wasn't his fault they caught his scent before he'd even left the forest and thus were able to watch his cautious approach.
"Bella's at her house today. She told Charlie she'd stay close for a few days, what with everything going on lately. She was really upset that the explosion at the school kept us from meeting you at the rock." She grinned at the expression of pure enjoyment on his face as he chewed and swallowed, and it seemed to relax him a little.
"This is really good, Mrs – Esme, I mean." He took another bite, obviously gathering his thoughts. "Thank you. And I wanted to run by the hospital to see if Bella was okay, but – well, Charlie said it was nothing major and that..." He swallowed harder than perhaps was necessary, but gamely continued on. "That he'd feel safer if all of us minors stayed near the rez for a few days and that Bella would call me when she got home."
"She didn't call?" Esme wondered out loud. "That's not like her." He washed down a bite with some juice before speaking again.
"Well, she did, but I was...out on patrol," he said with a significant glance. "And then I figured this morning...well, she's been spending so much time here and...the three of us were supposed to talk but...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude..." She reached out and gently placed her hand over his.
"Jacob, don't worry. You're not intruding. You're welcome here."
"Because Bella trusts me?" he asked with a snort. She shook her head slightly.
"Because I trust you. My husband trusts you. And because you are a good person, Jacob." His eyes were wide with what she thought was shock, and she was about to reassure him when a voice behind her spoke up.
"So you're Jacob. So glad to finally meet you – Bella speaks highly of you." Suddenly hearing Caralla's voice, Esme understood the starstruck look on the young man's face, and couldn't help her own smile as she made introductions.
"Ah, yes. Caralla, you already know who this is. Jacob, this is Caralla...an old friend of all of ours."
"How old?" he asked, voice far steadier in the Ancient One's presence than Esme would have thought possible. She could hear her friend smile.
"Very," Caralla responded wryly. To Esme's delight, the young werewolf laughed.
"Well, you look great, so you're either a bloodsucker like them or you've got an amazing plastic surgeon." As soon as the words left his mouth it was obvious that he wished he could un-say them, and his face flushed with mortification. Caralla, on the other hand, laughed delightedly.
"Oh, I like you, young one," she said, gracefully dropping into a chair across from him. "Esme, can we keep him?" Esme watched as his face went from embarrassed to apprehensive in the space of a blink, and she patted his hand, watching his expression though she spoke to the other woman.
"I don't think so, Caralla," she said calmly. "Jacob belongs very much to himself." He shot her a grateful look and pushed his now-clean plate aside. She could see him gathering his courage, but it didn't take very long and soon he was looking back at her.
"So, since we were going to talk a couple days ago, why don't we talk now? I mean, I'm here, you're here, and since you've fed me such a nice lunch I'll bet you're not going to try and eat me." He risked a glance at Caralla, who simply grinned impishly and leaned back to cross one leg over the other, pushing her curtains of hair back behind her shoulder. With a blink he returned his attention fully to the doctor's wife, who nodded eagerly.
"If you're comfortable talking to me without Bella being around..." she said, offering him the choice. He shrugged.
"Well, I guess right now we kind of have to trust each other. So..." There was a bit of awkward silence as they regarded each other, and then Esme began to chuckle.
"This is silly. Both of us unsure as newborn colts." He laughed quietly as well, and Esme decided that the time for actual conversation had arrived.
"Jacob, something big is building. Now, I have some thoughts, and I know from Bella that you've had some...experiences lately regarding a...well, a new person. I believe all of this is connected. So, if it's okay with you, I'd like to hear about the girl you've seen." He opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand. "I promise, I'll answer your questions, tell you everything I know if you want, but let me settle my own thoughts first, if that's okay?" He looked at her for a while as though to gauge her sincerity, then leaned back in his chair and – with a peripheral glance at Caralla – started to talk.
"A couple weeks ago, I got a really odd feeling while I was working in my garage. It felt like I was being watched..." Esme sat and listened quietly, never speaking, as the solemn-eyed teen shared his few experiences with the girl who had him so flustered. When he reached the part about seeing this newcomer turn into a white wolf he paused. Both women at the table sat up a little straighter at his description, though neither said anything, so he continued.
"That was really the last I saw of her. But I can't...I mean, I've tried...she..." He trailed off, apparently realizing that he was talking to two females, both of them older than he, and his cheeks slowly pinkened.
"You can't stop thinking of her. She's invaded your mind, your thoughts. You could pick her scent from a gathering of thousands, of tens of thousands, instantly. Every other woman pales in comparison – you find yourself pitting their beauty, their essence against hers and it fails every time. You feel as though if you don't join with her a part of your soul will slip away and die. You would protect her at all costs." Caralla's voice had lost all edge of teasing or play now, and seemed to Esme to resonate with wisdom of millennia. It did, she supposed. And she could see that it struck a chord with her guest. Far from scoffing or arguing, in his she could see a calm acceptance, agreement, tempered with a lingering uncertainty. When he whispered, she could feel his heart beat.
"I don't even know her name."
"She calls herself Lili." His head snapped up at that and he regarded the older immortal with what looked curiously like hope in his eyes.
"Lili?" he said carefully, tasting the sound. Caralla nodded.
"I saw her briefly, for seconds at most. But there is something you need to know. However," she turned to Esme. "I Bella and Edward and the others here. This will be a fairly long story, and I'd like to only have to tell it once. Alice?" she said towards the living room, and Jacob blinked in mild surprise when the pixie-like immortal bounced into the room.
"Yes, Caralla?"
"I have a job for you, but first – Esme, call Charlie. Tell him that you and Carlisle are having a barbeque in honor of my visit, and ask if he'd mind if we sent Edward to pick up Bella. Tell him you know she'd given him her word to stick close their house, but that the entire family will be here and we'll have her home at a decent hour. With leftovers," she added with a smile and received Esme's answering one in return as the Cullen matriarch pulled out her cell phone and stepped out onto the patio, already dialing. Next she addressed Alice.
"Alice, you have a way to get in touch with Bella's friends from school...Angela and Jessica, I believe?" The shorter vampire nodded. "Do so. Invite them to a barbeque as well. Once they agree, tell them you're sending Carlisle to go get them." Alice, an impish smile on her face, set out to do as requested.
"Jasper, Emmett...I need you to take this list -" Here, to Jacob's surprise, she pulled a rolled piece of what looked like parchment from the bodice of her form-fitting shirt and handed it to the two that had seemingly simply appeared at her side in the kitchen. "- to the grocery store and get what's on it. We're feeding half a dozen mortals tonight, one of which eats enough for two -" here she threw Jacob a wink, making him blush again, "- and one of whom is eating for two." With a nod from Jasper and a fist pump from Emmett, the two males loped off through the living room and Jacob heard the rumble of two different cars – one for the errand boys, and the other he figured was the doctor's. With a blink he realized he was alone in the kitchen with the startlingly stunning vampiress. Said woman leaned back in her chair, propped her feet up on the kitchen table - an action that stretched her long legs to their fullest - and regarded him with a fond smile, golden-mahogany eyes shining.
"Well, shifter, what do you say? Care to stay for dinner? I cook a mean rack of ribs."
Author's note: See? Smut is not dead. It just...has to wait its turn now. With the story heating up in more ways than one, we'll see more yumminess and more plot as they deign to reveal themselves to me. :)