Jacob's POV

The smell of chocolate wakes me up.

My blurry vision focuses on two black muffins sitting on a plate on the nightstand.

Huh.

Who would have thought the bloodsucker knew how to bake? Heck, he even mastered my omelet yesterday.

Impressive for someone who doesn't eat.

Rubbing at my eyes to get rid of the sleep, I sit up on the bed and take the plate.

Are you around here? I wonder loudly in my head as I munch on the yummy muffin.

"Yes. Give me a minute!" It sounds like he's on the ground floor somewhere.

Take your time, I tell him.

After I finish my breakfast, I go to use the bathroom, which sucks. There's no door connecting the bathroom to our room, and I have to step in the hallway of our floor to get there. Stupid old house.

Maybe I can convince Edward to make a door from our room, because the bathroom is next door. Shame, since we just finished painting the wall so nicely. Sucks.

Once I'm done, I return to our room, intending to get dressed for the day and go find Edward.

But he's on the bed with his hands folded behind his head, and ankles linked, dangling off the edge.

"Good morning, Jacob," he greets me softly. His tongue caresses my name making my insides squirm.

"Hi." I throw myself back on the bed, shifting around so my head is on his chest. He places his hand on my back.

"Did you have a good night sleep?"

"Yes, actually. Better than I have in a long while."

"Good."

I can tell he's nervous. What's wrong? I glance up at him.

"We're alone. They gave us privacy. We don't have to do anything. You know there's no pressure."

I chuckle, before moving to sit on top of him, straddling his hips. "I think you're the one who's not ready, angel. And I'm definitely not pressuring you."

"It's just…the unknown scares me," he admits quietly.

"But there's nothing to be afraid of. You know what to expect. You jerked off so much, catching up on the lost time." I try to lift the mood.

I beam, proud of myself when my comment steals a small smile from his lips.

"What about the other part? The penetration?"

I try not to laugh at how he words this, but I remind myself he's from last century, thus he's polite and won't use crude words.

"I have said my fair share of bad words," he interjects. "Sorry, but you think too highly of me."

"Well, the uh, penetration, as you called it…It's just as new to me as it is to you. We'll learn together."

"Now?" His eyes shine in excitement.

"Are you ready, Edward?" I ask seriously, leaning over his body to kiss him. I want to, believe me. But you need to want this too.

"I need you," he whimpers, running his hands over my bare back and bucking his hips into me. He's already hard and greedy.

"Before we start this…" I sit up, looking down at him. Damn, he has this lust-filled gaze and I can't think straight. "What would you prefer? To top or bottom?"

His right hand touches my chest over my wildly beating heart. "Whatever makes you comfortable. I'd like to try bottom since your fantasies turn me on so much."

"Good. Great." I shiver as his hand moves lower. His index finger traces each pectoral making me painfully hard.

The thought of finally having sex is a huge turn-on. I'm sixteen after all and I get to experience this with my imprint and love of my life.

"Tell me about it! I've waited a century to find the right person, which I might add I always envisioned as a woman. Then you go and imprint on me, and weasel your way in my heart." Edward smiles affectionately, bringing me down for another kiss. "I'm more than ready to share this with you, Jake."

I melt.

He knows what to say. Always.

I feel so stupid sometimes.

"Don't," he hisses, giving me a hard look. "Don't put yourself down. You are only sixteen, darling. You have time to learn."

Thank you. I take his face in my hands and kiss him deeply, moaning when our tongues meet.

Edward rolls us around so he's on top now. He makes quick work of his shirt, before diving for my towel which has stayed around my hips this whole time. I groan when his fingers graze my aching dick as he pushes the towel away, tossing it on the floor.

My hands unsnap his button. It's only fair, I tell him silently, grinning.

He gives me a shy smile and helps me take his pants off.

Damn, it's the first time I've had a good look at him—his peen, I mean. It's long, straight, very hard, and un-fucking-cut. I've never seen one like that. It's mesmerizing, like the rest of him.

"Jacob…" I can hear a hint of amusement in his strained voice.

"What? You're beautiful, Edward. All of you."

"Thank you." He ducks his head. "Can you stop staring at me, now?"

Chuckling, I sit up and our cocks bump, dragging low groans from us. He's so cold, or maybe I'm too hot, but it doesn't bother me. This difference in temperature arouses me further.

After long moments of exploring each other's bodies with our hands, I decide to up the game. My right hand goes to his ass, and after squeezing it, I move a finger between his cheeks. Edward groans in ecstasy, letting his head fall back and exposing his throat to me. I immediately attack his bobbing Adam's apple with my tongue, keeping my finger between his cheeks, rubbing at his little hole.

My circles center on his rosebud, and I apply pressure, hoping to loosen the muscle.

Suddenly, Edward shifts away and my heart pummels. He doesn't like this.

"How will it fit?"

I snort without really meaning to, but he's too funny.

"Good thing I can amuse you, Jacob."

"It will fit, if you allow me to loosen you. Come back here." I tug him closer.

"But how? You are so big… even your finger…" He frowns. If he keeps asking stupid questions, he'll ruin the moment. "I don't mean to—"

I press my finger to his mouth—from my other hand, just to be clear. I don't want to weird him out even more.

Hear me out. Look into my head. I stare at him intensely as I give him a preview of what will happen. I show him an image of himself on all fours and me behind him, lubing his ass before slowly inching a finger in, then two fingers, maybe three. We don't know. He better take three, because my dick is thick. Then, once he's loose enough, I lube my dick and slide in. That's when the fun starts.

"How do you know all this?" he asks, slightly confused.

"It's called porn. You should try it." I feel my cheeks burning at my stupid confession.

"You've watched gay porn? Why?"

I groan, slapping my forehead. "I've watched porn. End of story. Straight porn. You know? They do the same to chicks."

"They do?"

Oh. My. GOD! We're not talking about that now!

His lips curl up, and he gives me a small shrug.

My silly vampire. I cup his cheek and press my lips to his.

"We agreed on no endearments regarding our nature," he whispers, before sucking on my bottom lip.

I roll my eyes and push him away, turning him around until he's on all fours in front of me. Just like how I showed you earlier, I remind him. My hands go to his ass and knead his cheeks.

He pushes back, a guttural sound leaving his throat.

Huh. I didn't even start.

Slowly, I open his cheeks and stare at his beautiful puckered flesh. Good thing I don't have to worry about anything being on the inside. I've always wondered how guys don't get grossed out by touching an ass. Or kissing one. But with Edward, it's different. I know he's clean.

Shit! I sit up, dropping my hands.

"Do you have any lube?" It's a stupid question. I know it the second it leaves my mouth.

He twists his head to stare at me between his long, dark lashes. "Alice has body cream or whatever it's called."

I don't stop to ask why a vampire would possess such a thing, just warn him not to move a muscle while I dart out of the room and down the hall. Just as I step into Alice and Jasper's room, I realize we're home alone and I don't have to be embarrassed for being naked.

On their big bed is a blue bottle and a note.

Say thank you when you see me next time.

I snatch the bottle of lube, crumple the note in my fist, and run back to my boyfriend. My footsteps falter just outside our room. Is that what he is?

"We're going to be intimate on the highest level—I'd say we are boyfriends," Edward says calmly from the bed. He's rolled onto his back, but has hooked his legs over his arms, keeping his ass on display.

"Sweet." I nod. "Looks like Alice's visions are back. She had this for us on the bed." I shake the bottle, grinning.

"I should have known she was plotting something."

Enough chatting, I warn him. Crawling on the bed and settling between his legs, I groan at the sight in front of me.

Because I can't just dive back to where we were, I move up his body, peppering kisses on my way until I reach his mouth. I crash my lips on his, devouring his surprised sounds. My fingers tangle in his hair. My hips push into him, feeling his naked flesh against mine. The way our dicks rub against each other it's heavenly.

"Jake!" Edward gasps. "Please. Please."

Smiling victoriously—I got Edward to beg me—I slide down his body, hooking his legs on my shoulders as I lean over to lick his cock. He's so beautiful, I can't get enough of him. His smell is so sweet and he tastes like honey. And when I flick my tongue over his slit, he makes a cute guttural sound. I want to hear more of it.

I open the lube and pour liberal amounts on his crack. He throws his head back, moaning.

"Is it cold?" I wonder, not sure if he can feel the difference in temperature.

"It's pleasantly warm," Edward answers breathlessly. "Touch me, Jake."

"You're greedy today, angel."

"For you? Always."

There. Saying stuff like that makes me lose my mind.

He cups my cheek, leaning up so we can kiss. "Let's agree on something. I'm the one with the words. You're the one with the touches."

I laugh, burrowing my face in his neck. Got it. No more meaningless talk for me.

"Exactly. Get to the touching."

"I am touching you," I retort, grinning.

He takes my right wrist. "Your fingers in me. Now."

For someone admitting to have a way with words, that was lame.

"NOW!" he roars, making me jump. His golden eyes look almost feral, like a hungry lion.

On it, I say promptly, kissing him once more before turning all my attention to his ass.

With slickened fingers, I touch him tentatively, testing his reaction. His body seizes up, coiling away from me. But I insist. He wants this, only his body is afraid of the new.

"Edward, you've got to relax. It will feel good."

"How do you know? I want it, believe me, but it's odd." He bites his lip, looking worried.

"Do you want to switch roles? I don't mind if I bottom. It's just—" Never mind.

"No, no. I want it like this." He throws me a blinding smile.

Slowly, I trace his puckered hole. I can tell when he's fully relaxed—he sags in the mattress, almost melting under my touch. Watching his face for any sign of pain, I inch my lubed middle finger into him.

Fuck, so tight! When I'm in past the first knuckle, I catch his eye. All I can see there is trust—in me. Still watching his face, I push my finger deeper until I have it fully inserted.

After a little wriggling around, I find what I've been looking for. The second I touch his gland, he bucks, nearly sending me off the bed.

Must have felt good.

"Good?" He kind of squeaks. "It was unlike anything else…so amazing. Can you do it again?"

Grinning, I rub his prostate again. A lazy smile spreads on his face as he sinks into the pillow.

"Fuck! You're going to kill me, Jake."

Not my intention.

Glad he's distracted by his pleasure, I start inserting a second finger. When both are inside his tight hole and rubbing his sweet spot, his dick twitches violently as copious amounts of cum erupt from it.

Whoa. I definitely didn't expect that.

"Now, now, now!" He sounds greedy as he begs me to take him.

I'm not sure if he's stretched enough, but then again I have no idea what well-stretched actually means.

You'll stop me if it hurts, I plead, keeping my eyes on his.

He nods, spreading his legs further. I settle between them, coating my dick in lube before ever so slowly pressing into him. The feeling of being in his tight, ice-cold tunnel is rapidly hardening me further until I'm sure it can't be much harder or it might snap in half. We don't want that.

Huh. Who would have thought cold would keep me hard as a brick?

Suddenly, Edward's ankles lock on the small of my back, effectively bringing me closer and deeper into him.

"Fuck, yes!" he hisses, throwing his head back.

Is this okay? I wonder. My hands grip his hips as I pull back a little.

"DON'T!" he shouts, wrapping his legs tighter around my waist. His arms encircling my back, bringing me so much closer to him. "Don't pull back. It doesn't hurt."

I chuckle. "Angel, this is a push and pull kinda game. I have to pull back so I can push back in."

Edward averts his eyes, and I bet his cheeks could rival Bella's blush on her best day if he were human. To show me he understands the game, he gives an experimental jerk of his hips. We both moan as pleasure ripples down my spine.

His legs don't relax their grip on my waist, which doesn't allow me to pull back too much, but it feels too good for words.

Even though I want to hide my stupid thoughts from him, I can't.

At first, there's a single line zooming through my head—I'm fucking. It's awesome.

Then I realize how close we are, and that it's not just sex. Of course, it's not.

Catching his eye, I know. We're making love.

"Yes," he whispers, palming my cheek and claiming my mouth. "I love you, Jacob."

I move fast, repeating the words to him in a gibberish mess.

The bed starts squeaking when I plant my palms on either side of his head before fucking him into the mattress.

My boys are having their happily ever after. No drama will appear in the future. 4 more chapters until the end.