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Rated M for several reasons. Lemon!
Chpt 31 Alone
BPOV
The sun is up an' I'm revelling quietly in his sparkly glory when he removes his gaze from the horizon an' looks down at me.
"We're almost there." He grins happily, leaning down an' kissing me softly.
I can't be bothered to look. Wherever there is it can't possibly compete with watching his features as he stares intently into the distance.
I have got it bad.
In no time at all Jasper glides us to a stop in the curving bay of a tiny island, dropping the anchor an' watching me anxiously for my reaction.
All I can do is stare. It's perfect. White sand, palm trees, transparent water, gentle waves an' warmth. It's so warm. If I were a human I'm sure it would be uncomfortable but for a vampire its heaven.
"It's beautiful." I finally manage to say.
He laughs pulling me back against his chest an' wrapping his arms tightly around me as my eyes drink it all in.
"See." He chuckles. "I do listen to what you tell me, even when The Major's in charge."
"Thank you." I murmur, a little choked at the lengths he's gone to. Jasper maybe the sexiest man in existence but grand romantic gestures aren't really his thing. Nor mine. But this is perfect. Totally perfect.
"Come on." He urges sensing my mood as my shield has been down since we left Miami. "Let's get our things ashore."
"We're stayin' on the island?" I ask, surprised.
"Of course." He answers innocently. "What's the point of ownin' an island if you can't stay on it when the fancy takes you."
I roll my eyes. Simon.
I watch as he kicks off his socks an' shoes and rolls up his pant legs.
"Wait here darlin' an' I'll take the luggage." He says slipping off the back of the boat an' wading onto the beach.
Immediately he's swallowed up by the palm trees so I let my senses enjoy the exotic smells from the island while I take off my own shoes an' shrug out of my jacket. Instantly the heat of the sun warms my marble skin another few degrees. God that's heavenly. I screw my eyes shut an' turn my face to the sun.
"You're so beautiful." He breathes in my ear. "I can't believe you're mine."
"You took the words right out of my mouth." I respond opening my eyes to see him looming above me.
He laughs an' scoops me up in his arms, jumping down into the water an' carrying me ashore. I relax against him while my saucer like eyes absorb every detail of the flora an' fauna around us.
After a brief trek through the exotic foliage we emerge into a clearing in the center of which is a wooden shack.
I look up at him doubtfully an' he throws his head back an' laughs. The joy coming off him causes my stomach to tighten.
"Vampire's don't need many mod cons when it comes to holiday homes." He snickers. "At least come inside an' see for yourself before you condemn it."
Setting me down on my feet he draws me inside standing back while my eyes adjust to the gloom. It really is a shack, a single room shack. But what a single room.
The interior is dominated by the biggest bed I've ever seen. It's topped with the plumpest comforter an' decorated with silk sheets an' cushions. From the ceiling a huge diaphanous curtain hangs down ready to be draped around it presumably to needlessly protect the occupants from the local bug life.
In one corner is a desk an' chair festooned with incongruously modern looking wires which I assume are linked the generator I saw outside an' the satellite dish on the roof. In the other corner is a marble shower stall which looks so much like it's been stolen from a luxury hotel chain I actually laugh out loud.
Turning around I find a chest of drawers an' a refrigerator by the door.
Jasper laughs again as happy an' relaxed as I've ever seen him.
"Bed. For obvious reasons." He instructs with a waggle of his eyebrows. "Shower, because vampire's like to be clean, an' let's be honest, it kinda goes with the bed. Chest for clothes, assumin' we wear any. Desk for takin' you against, or emails, whichever is the most important at the time. Refrigerator, for blood, it's vital to keep our strength up."
"How did the blood get . . . ."
"Details, details." He dismisses airily. "What do you say we get naked an' frolic in the surf?"
"That's it?" I snort in disbelief. "All that seduction an' your final line is 'let's get naked an' frolic in the surf'?"
"Bella." He sighs extravagantly. "You really do have a one track mind. But if you don't want to swim naked I'm sure they've packed you somethin'."
Turning his back to me he undoes his pants an' slips them slowly down his long legs, bare butt cheeks waggling suggestively at me as he rummages in a case an' withdraws a pair of navy board shorts. Still facing away from me he makes a meal of slipping them on before turning around an' slowly but deliberately unbuttoning his shirt an' sliding it off.
He sashays past me, pushing my mouth closed with his index finger on the way.
"I'll see you on the beach." He drawls.
I wait until he's out of earshot an' then descend on the cases. Determined not to be wound up I dig through the lace, silk, leather an' PVC, I was so right not to trust them, until I find a deep crimson bikini with spaghetti straps an' a pair of tie sided bottoms. Hastily I shed my clothes, leaving them on the wood floor as I wriggle into the bikini.
Spotting a mirror on the back of the door I consider my reflection, a little scarred but otherwise not bad. Smiling I remember Jasper describing his own scars 'a survivor, someone not be messed with lightly'. Perhaps not very womanly attributes but under the circumstances nothing to be ashamed of.
I follow his scent back to the beach, lurking in the shadows for a moment to appreciate his physical presence as he dives in an' out of the water.
"Come on in darlin'." He shouts. "The water's lovely."
Pushing my shoulders back an' holding my head high I glide down the beach. As I enter the water I can't help but close my eyes an' sigh, it's like a bath. I pause for a moment, wiggling my toes in the hot wet sand, the sensation brings on an almost involuntarily voluptuous stretch.
I open one eye. Hah, that's wiped the smile off his face.
Pointedly ignoring him I wade out into the deeper water an' swim away, parallel to the beach. Behind me I can hear him stroking powerfully through the water to catch up an' I shiver in anticipation. In no time at all he's right beside me, shadowing my movements an' watching me intently.
Reaching the end of the bay I swim in a lazy arc an' start heading back.
"What are you doin'?" He asks eventually.
"Swimmin'." I shrug lightly, keeping my eyes fixed on the other end of the beach. "It was your idea that we swim, right?"
"I believe my suggestion was to frolic." He points out, voice low an' suggestive.
"Ah." I wave my hand airily mid-stroke. "Details, details."
"Hmm." The undisguised lust on his face goes straight to my poor neglected lady parts. "Are you playin' with me Mrs Whitlock?"
I ignore him an' swim on.
"Okay." He drawls as I leave him behind. "I'll be on the beach soakin' up the sun if you need me."
Oh boy.
Swim. Swim. Swim. A strong wave of sexual desire disrupts my rhythm, you trying doin' the breast stroke when all you want to do is ram your thighs together. Cheater.
Swim. Swim. Swim. Whoa! Nearly went under that time. Swim. Swim. Swim.
This time I do go under.
Stupid cheating empathic horny vampire.
I sit on the sandy bottom for a moment letting the warm waves swirl around me, momentarily distracted by the fact I can see perfectly underwater with my vampire eyes.
Another wave of lust has me arching my back an' floating to the surface.
Tilting forward onto my feet I lock eyes with him.
Purposefully I stride out of the water, putting just a little wiggle into my hips an' lifting my arms up artificially high to shake the water deliberately out of my hair.
The self-satisfied smirk slips from his face leaving it temporarily expressionless.
I come to a stop a few yards away from him.
I think. Perhaps. I may have gone too far.
He steps towards me with a look on his face that I recognise. The 'me man, you woman, brace yourself' look.
I swallow as he reaches out his finger an' traces a drop of water slowly down my left bikini strap, smearing it across the swell at the top of my breasts, lingering for a moment in my cleavage before tracing out again across the top of the other breast an' back up to my right shoulder.
In the blazing sun his finger once again feels cold an' vampire like against my warmed skin.
I look into his eyes an' shiver.
He traces his finger back down again, this time over the fabric of my bikini until he encounters my nipple which springs out like a wheel nut on one of Pete's trucks. Deliberately he traces around it until I almost whimper in pain. Instead I bite my lip.
Dipping his finger below the material he tracks his finger across the skin under my breasts until he reaches the other side, moving it upward to trace the outline of my other desperate nipple through the fabric.
Lightly he moves his finger back up to my shoulder, holding it there as he moves slowly around behind me.
With infinite patience he then drags his finger slowly down my spine. In an' out of every natural bump until he reaches the edge of my bottoms. Sliding his finger under the elastic he gently trails it backwards an' forwards across the top of my ass, plunging it briefly into the crevice between my cheeks.
Supressing a gasp I push my suddenly sticky thighs together an' close my eyes.
Drawing a sharp breath he continues his journey around until he is standing before me again. Close enough for me to feel him acutely but not quite close enough for our bodies to be touching.
"Open your eyes." He orders.
I obey immediately finding them trapped by the intent stare of his bright golden ones.
Slowly he reaches up with both hands an' lifts the spaghetti straps from my shoulders, guiding them down my arms until my breasts are exposed an' my arms are 'trapped' at my sides.
Without breaking eye contact he reaches out with his hands an' places them lightly on my chest. With a sigh he releases my gaze an' lowers his eyes to watch his hands as they gently caress me. His touch is feather light as he as begins to knead my breasts, rubbing circles around an' across my wheel nut nipples with his magical thumbs.
Now I can't keep my moan of pleasure inside. My eyes close an' my head falls back.
"Look at me." He growls softly.
"I love you." He says staring seriously into my eyes, hands becoming still against my skin. "My whole world revolves around you. I love your spirit. Your bravery. I love your intelligence, your loyalty. Your heart, your mind, your sense of humour an' god help me your mean ass temper.
I love the way you chew your lip when you're nervous an' the way you study your hands when you're comin' to a decision. I love how you have so much power but so effortlessly manage not to abuse it. I love how you look past my sins an' mistakes to just see me. An' selfishly, I love how you make me feel.
My life would be nothin' without you in it."
"Jasper, I . . . ."
"Shush." He breathes quietly. "Just let me worship my woman."
Keeping his hands on my breasts he leans forwards brushing his lips across mine.
"I love your lips." He splays his hands out across my chest. "I love your skin, your breasts." He begins to rub his thumbs across my still hard an' aching nipples. "I love the way you feel in my hands." His voice becomes hoarser. "I love the way your body reacts to my touch."
Releasing my right breast he trails his index finger sensuously down my torso, plunging it suddenly into the depths of my bikini bottoms. Holding my eyes an' daring me to move he rubs it back an' forth in my folds before pressing it briefly against my clit an' withdrawing it slowly. Starting into my eyes he raises it to his perfect lips, sucking it into his mouth sampling it with an audible groan.
"I love the way you taste." He growls.
I shudder an' he places the hand back on my breast an' resumes massaging an' teasing them both.
I whimper slightly an' a small smile tugs at his lips as he moves his hands to caress my back.
Before a sound of protest can leave my mouth he pulls me to him, hard chest rubbing against my swollen nipples, an' crashes his mouth into mine, fingers deftly unfastening my bikini top.
The feel of our skin finally touching drives us wild, mouths an' bodies writhing against each other, hands travelling everywhere.
The hand grasping my ass rips away my bottoms as' it moves restlessly away across my body, his other hand fondling my breast roughly, thumb mercilessly rotating my hardened peak.
My head falls back again an' his mouth latches onto the column of my throat, teeth scratching at my skin, tongue darting out to lick it. Both his hands move to grab my shoulders, arching me away from him an' pushing my stomach into his hard cock.
Harsh pants an' moans escape from both of us as I slide my hand into his shorts desperate to feel him. The pads of my fingers float across the soft skin while my hand squeezes the hardness underneath. He groans against my neck as I move my hand slowly up an' down his length, pausing to swirl the wetness gathered at the tip across his silky skin with my thumb.
"Bella." He groans again, pushing himself into my hand. "I love the way you make my body respond to your touch."
"Jasper, please." I gasp, gliding my hand faster an' harder along his length.
Growling he throws me back onto the hot sand instantly smothering my body with his, hands pulling at my hair, mouth covering mine, tongue invading it, owning it. Pushing my thighs apart with his knee he wedges his body between them, hips grinding against me, fabric covered cock rubbing against my burning clit, drawing the wildfire from my skin inside an' igniting an' explosion of heat from my core.
I throw my legs up around the small of his back with abandon, thrusting an' rubbing myself against him, begging an' pleading into his mouth to have him inside me. Desperately craving all the friction I can create an' needing more. Needing all of him, to feel he's mine.
Releasing my inflamed lips he transfers his mouth to my chest, laving at my nipple an' sucking it between his sharp teeth, his hand tangled in my hair as the other snakes down an' rips away his shorts before returning to pinch an' roll my other straining nipple between his fingers.
On fire with desire I thrash my head from side to side, meaningless drivel falling from my lips as his mouth, hands an' gyrating hips drive me wild. I arch my back lifting my hips as high as I can with his heavy body on top of me, allowing his hardness to slip between my legs an' grind tantalisingly against my wet flesh.
Transferring his mouth an' tongue to my other breast his lifts away from me a little, free hand dropping down between our undulating bodies, replacing his cock against my over sensitive flesh, stroking through the folds there, fingers circling an' pinching my screaming bundle of nerves.
"I love how you feel when you're wet for me." He murmurs against my pebbled skin. "I love how your muscles tremble when I stroke you here."
I writhe helplessly against his hand.
"An' I love the gasp you make when my fingers finally slip inside you, stretching you open for me, finding your sensitive spot."
I do more than gasp, I let out a strangled sob as his long fingers thrust an' curl inside me, the palm of his big hand flattening an' massaging my clit.
"Jasper, please." I moan. "I need you."
Electric tingling snakes out across my skin an' through my muscles, tugged back by the coil of tension beginning to form in the center of my body.
"Please." I manage to squeak out. Burning lust drying out my vocal chords.
Fingers still stoking the tension inside me he leaves my chest with one last kiss an' moves himself up my body, chests pressed tightly together, to stare into my eyes.
"You're so beautiful." I gasp in wonder as his long fingers caress me from the inside out.
"Bella." He whispers, withdrawing his fingers an' positioning himself at my entrance. "I love you. Oh darlin' I love you so much."
"Show me." I respond urgently, lost in his gold eyes. "Show me how much you love me, make me feel it."
The tip of him pushes a little way inside me, just enough to stretch me open for him an' he pauses there, not teasing, but giving me a chance to feel what he's feeling. His emotion washes over me like a tsunami knocking the breath from my body, love. Adoration, desire and love.
"I love you too." I promise as he surges suddenly inside me, filling me completely in every way.
He withdraws an' plunges back into me again an' again setting an inexorable tempo that matches his mouth thoroughly claiming mine.
For an eternity he grinds into me. Bodies sliding together, the sharp planes of him sparking mini electrical storms in my sensitive clit an' relentlessly ratcheting tighter the coil of tension inside me.
Meaningless words an' sounds escape us as we move almost desperately together, striving to be as close as possible.
I moan as he finally lifts his body away from mine, which quickly turns into a long drawn out scream of pleasure as his thumb begins to move purposefully, circling against my nub.
"I love the feel of you cumin' around my dick." He groans into my mouth. "Cum for me Bella, let me know how much I please you."
He shifts his hips to grind into me more deeply an' reflexively I unlock my now quivering legs from around his back as the tight coil of heat within me struggles to draw the muscles back into my center as if they are on wires.
Immediately he shifts his position, planting his arms in the sand either side of me an' hoisting my legs up over his shoulders.
This new angle draws another scream from me as he suddenly starts thrusting into me harder an' faster, going even deeper. Repeatedly hitting the spot buried inside me that only he knows.
It's now impossible to maintain our passionate kiss. Instead we devour each other with our eyes an' communicate with our ragged breathing an' wordless chanting.
The pupils in his gold eyes begin to dilate, his beautiful mouth slightly slack. He's so fuckin' perfect, blonde hair framing his gorgeous face.
The ball of pleasure inside me is threatening to explode, drawing all my muscles towards it with invisible wires of steel an' shrouding my vision with blackness.
"Oh god, Jasper." I wail throwing my head back an' digging it into the sand as my tortured body snaps taut, blazing loins arcing into him.
Abruptly he drops down sinking his teeth into my exposed neck.
A raw scream rips from me as the coil snaps, flaming wires whipping through my body setting every nerve ending on fire. My walls clamp down around his cock an' it twitches an' throbs inside me, pushing back against them as it pulses an' releases. The battle sends my orgasm roiling through me in violent waves.
"BELLA!" He roars, eyes closing involuntarily, face tilted up to the scorching sun.
The feel of him completely losing himself inside me is like a shot of pure aphrodisiac. My already powerful orgasm explodes outwards, shredding me into a million tiny shards in a flash of light that completely obliterates our own disco ball sparkle.
An' then there is nothing.