Thanks as usual to my beautiful beta Stitch_cat for making sure every comma is in the right place. Thanks also to Verseseven and KristALchelle for all of your support – it means the world to me! I dedicate this chapter, known as chapter OMFG, to you Krista! Love you sweetie!
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BPOV
My mind went completely blank for a moment before a torrent of thoughts began swirling around. Jake had imprinted. I had always known that this day would come and it was the reason why I refused to let our relationship to progress the way Jake had wanted, but now that it was a reality I found that it still hurt. It wasn't that I was in love with Jake, but I was used to us being together and I was scared that I was going to lose him completely. What would this mean to our friendship? Would we still be able to hang out? Was he still going to care about me? We obviously were not going to have sex again. Oh God, I had stood naked before him practically begging him to fuck me, and he had turned me down! The mortification would have brought me to my knees if I hadn't already been on them. I felt my cheeks heat up and recognized that I was blushing. I hardly ever blushed anymore, and it was not a sensation I had been missing.
Trying to push the humiliation away I suddenly grasped that the end of our sex life meant that I had lost my much needed conduit for release and I was not sure how I was going to handle that. Sex had become such a big part of my life, and it had brought on so many positive changes in me that the thought of not having any more scared me like hell. What was I going to do now? I felt completely lost.
"Bella, please say something." Jake's voice broke through my thoughts and I realized that I was not only being absolutely ridiculous but also extremely self-involved. This was supposed to be a good thing; Jake had found his soul mate. That should be celebrated and here I was wallowing in what it would mean for my sex life!
"I'm sorry, Jake! I guess you just took me by surprise and my mind had to play catch-up for a bit, but now I'm here and I'm so happy for you!" I threw my arms around his neck and tried to convey all the love I felt for him and how sorry I was for being such a selfish friend.
"Why are you apologizing, Bells? You were right all along when you said that I would imprint one day. I just didn't believe it, and now it's happened and I don't know what to do!" He sounded so sad and insecure that it made my heart clench.
"What do you mean 'you don't know what to do'? Don't tell me you're shy all of a sudden? You've always been confident in your ability to charm anyone and this is your soul mate we're talking about. She'll be looking adoringly at you in no time!" A look of hope came into his eyes before the sadness returned.
"I didn't mean I don't know what to do about her, I was talking about us, Bella; you and me. I promised you once that I would never hurt you and I just don't seem to be able to keep that promise!" Frustration was pouring out of him and I knew I had to scramble to set him straight before he beat himself up too much.
"Jake, listen to me." I urged, taking his hands to stop him from tearing out his hair.
"You haven't hurt me. I admit it was a shock and I felt fear that I was going to lose you, but then I realized that we will always be friends. We've known each other since we were kids and we've been through more stuff together than most people can even imagine. We may have been sleeping together for the last few months, but primarily we are friends. We're family, Jake and all I want for you is to be happy. I'm not hurt, just feeling a little lost; we have to redefine our relationship now that you've found the love of your life."
My voice was strong and I sounded very confident, and in a way I was. I believed everything I had just said, but a small part of me couldn't help but wonder if Jake even wanted to have a relationship with me anymore. Would returning to being friends without benefits be awkward, and what would his imprint think of me? What if she was the jealous type? I knew that the wolf would pretty much be whatever the imprint needed; what if what Jake's imprint needed was for him to cut all ties with me?
"I love you, Bella! Thank you for being so great about this." Jake's words soothed my insecurities a little and I decided to stop speculating about what ifs.
"Love you too, Jake! Now let's shower so I can start partying sometime this year! Separate showers of course!" I pouted at him and laughingly made my way towards the bathroom with my bag. Jake ran past me, swatted me on my ass and exclaimed that he was going first!
"Like hell you are! I need more time than you after the shower, blowing my hair and fixing my make-up so it makes no sense in you showering first. You'll only end up having to wait even longer for me." I tried to push him away from the bathroom door but of course I couldn't move him without a forklift. Stupid werewolf!
"But, Bells, I want to get this stench off of me." He whined like a little child and I knew I had to change tactics.
"Jake, is the girl you imprinted on at the party?"
"Yes, and I want to get back there!" I ignored his impatience and continued with my questioning.
"Are you planning on introducing me to her?"
"Of course I am. I want you to meet each other. You don't think I would try to hide anything about you, do you?" He sounded so small that I almost gave up on my strategy. Almost.
"Do you already know each other or did you just meet?"
"She's Kim's cousin, but I've never met her before today." He got a dreamy look in his eyes when he talked about her, and my heart went out to him. I would not relent though and proceeded with quiet determination.
"So you're basically strangers then? She doesn't know you at all?"
"No, she doesn't know me. Yet."
"Then I'm sure she would get a good idea of what kind of a man you are when I tell her that you kept me away from my own graduation party longer than necessary simply because your delicate little nose was bothering you!" The look on Jake's face was priceless. He looked absolutely horrified and I had to fight very hard to hold my poker face.
"What? No, you can't tell her that! She'll think I'm a jerk and a wuss!"
"Well if you step aside and let me shower first I don't have to tell her that, do I?"
The lights finally went on and he realized that I had set him up. He narrowed his eyes at me and I couldn't contain my laughter anymore.
"You evil, conniving woman!"
"I guess I've found your new Achilles heel, huh?" I chortled, feeling immensely proud of myself. Jake just shook his head in defeat, stepped aside and gestured for me to get in the bathroom. I skipped forward, shooting him a triumphant look over my shoulder and started the process of removing any unwanted odors from my body.
A few hours later I was feeling extremely relaxed and a little tipsy. Old Quil had brought his 'special occasion brew' and Billy had pretended not to see me when I got my glass refilled. I had finally been able to more or less put all of the events of the day in the back of my head, and if I pretended hard enough I could almost ignore the dread I felt when my mind slipped and I accidentally thought about what lay ahead of me. Jake had kept his word and the pack was blissfully unaware of the Cullens return. Quil and Sam kept shooting me questioning glances but thankfully they stayed quiet.
The girl that had been talking with Jake and Quil when I arrived turned out to be Jake's imprint. Her name was Melissa, she was the same age as Jake and she seemed to be really sweet. Jake had spent most of the party getting to know her and I could see that he was definitely affecting her. She was blushing a lot, constantly laughing at his jokes, and as the evening went on she scooted closer and closer to him. I noticed that she seemed to be slightly uncomfortable around me and I didn't want to infringe too much on their time together so I hadn't spent that much time with her. I figured that once she got to know Jake and learned about the wolves we would have time to hopefully become friends.
The sun had gone down a couple of hours ago, the food was gone and most of the people were starting to make their way home. Laura gently pulled Claire up from my lap where she had fallen asleep a while ago, and I realized that my few precious stress-free hours were running out and the inevitable talk with the pack was fast approaching. I really didn't know what to make of everything that had happened today. I felt extremely messed-up and couldn't for the life of me figure out why the Cullens were back in Forks. The way they had looked at me like they had missed me and were happy to see me had thrown me for a loop, and I had surprised myself with my reactions to them.
The most surprising thing had been my reaction to Edward. When I first saw him at the graduation the hole in my chest instantly flared up and I longed for him to hold me and love me again. I had to force myself to remember that he didn't want me anymore, and probably never had. I was just a distraction; a temporary amusement in a long and tedious existence. But then when he had spoken to me and looked at me with all of those emotions in his eyes I got very confused and started to question everything.
My reaction to Jasper was also very unexpected and I didn't quite know what to make of it. Not counting the trip to Phoenix when James was after me, I hadn't actually spent any time with Jasper. Edward and Alice had always made sure that we were kept apart out of concern for my safety, and I had definitely never been as close to him as I was today. I knew that since becoming sexually active I looked at guys differently, and maybe I just didn't see how extremely attractive Jasper was with my once 'virgin-tinted' eyesight and now I could appreciate the sexy specimen before me on a whole new level. That didn't explain my physical reaction to him though. I had seen plenty of hot guys lately but none of them had made me feel the way Jasper did. Not sure why I was thinking about Jasper anyway, I came to the conclusion that my sudden attraction to him was a result of my proximity to his 'lure'.
What threw me for a loop more than anything, however, was the anger I felt towards not only Edward but the whole Cullen family. The love I felt for all of them was still there and that infuriated me. Why the hell would I still care about the people that lied to me and left me behind without a second thought? The love I harbored for them made me feel weak and it was a feeling I hated more than anything. It was much easier to focus on my anger; it empowered me and reminded me that I was not a helpless, naïve child anymore. I was a strong, confident woman who wasn't afraid to speak her mind, and if anyone had a problem with that I had a pack of wolves to protect me! Okay, so maybe I wasn't quite as strong or as confident as I wish I was, but I had come a long fucking way during the last year and I was determined to not let anyone, vampire, wolf or human tear me down again.
My internal pep talk was suddenly cut short by two hot hands grabbing my waist and hoisting me up in the air. I landed butt up in the air on someone's shoulder and was being carried fireman style towards the remaining bonfire. I screamed, cursed and kicked the person carrying me, realizing that it was Paul when I heard and felt him chuckle at my feeble attempts to get down. I knew I had to change tactics to get him to put me down.
"Hey Benji, you know that I've been drinking Old Quil's special brew tonight, right?"
"Yeah, we all have. So what?"
"You know how strong that shit is? Hell even you wolves with your freakishly-high metabolisms get affected by it!"
"Yeah, but we have to drink a hell of a lot more than you, short stuff, to feel it. Do you really think I'm drunk enough to drop you on your head or something?" Paul scoffed, sounding like I had just insulted his manhood or something.
"No, I don't think you would drop me on my head, Paul. But since you know that I've been drinking and you know how strong that stuff is, do you really think that me swinging back and forth here with my head down is such a good idea?" I asked in my most innocent voice. Paul abruptly stopped and I knew he was slowly catching on to what I was talking about. He didn't put me down though, and I just knew that the jerk was tempted to keep going. He was always fascinated by the fact that I never got sick, even when I was really drunk, and now he thought that he had a chance to humiliate me and he loved it. It was time to go in for the kill.
"Well, I guess it's a good thing that you don't have a shirt on, Goofy. Less laundry and you can just hop in the ocean like a good dog and shake the vomit off of your back!"
"Don't you fucking dare throw up on me!" Paul growled and unceremoniously dumped me in the sand to the sounds of the pack howling with laughter.
"Oh man, you should have seen the look on your face Goofy!" Quil snickered and handed me a fresh cup of his grandfather's magic stuff.
"I thought you might need some liquid courage." He gave me a knowing look and I was grateful for the small sign of support.
After Paul had finished grunting everyone settled down and took their seats around the bonfire. I saw Billy taking a deep breath and preparing himself for regaling the latest news. 'Deep breath day' seemed to be catching on already!
To say that the meeting went well would be like saying Leah was a sweetheart and Paul was a monk. The pack was definitely not happy with the news that the Cullens were back, and the fact that the elders had kept it from them the entire day caused a lot of yelling and cursing. When they realized that the Cullens had been at my graduation ceremony and that I had spoken with them, I thought that Paul and Leah would storm off and show the vampires exactly what the wolves were capable of.
After Sam had ordered everyone to calm down, Paul and Leah had both been very concerned with how I felt about having 'my leeches' back. I knew how protective Paul was of me so I was not surprised by his reaction, but Leah's reaction stunned me slightly. I knew that we had a lot in common when it came to heartache and loss, and she had been the one next to Jake and Paul who had been adamant that I needed to toughen up. I had crowned her my personal bitch-coach and she had taken the responsibility very seriously, but I hadn't realized that she actually liked me and was willing to fight for me.
The willingness to fight for me quickly turned into fighting with me, though, when I informed them that I would be going over to see the Cullens in the morning. It was apparently an extremely stupid idea and if they had to they would tie me down to keep me at the reservation. I told them that I didn't particularly want to see the Cullens but that I needed to talk to them to hopefully get some questions answered. After a great deal of quarreling and me reminding them that I had my own free will, the dispute changed into who I would be bringing with me. At first it was suggested that the whole pack was going, with the exception of Collin and Brady who would stay behind to protect the res. I didn't want anyone but me to go and I absolutely refused to show up with a pack of eight wolves at the Cullens doorstep! They were all being ridiculous and they refused to listen to reason.
After a lot of arguing and some more of Old Quil's heavenly concoction we finally reached a compromise; Paul and Leah would come with me but they would stay out of the way and not interfere unless I was in danger. Jake was feeling extremely torn between wanting to be there for me and the need he felt to protect his imprint. In the end I managed to convince him that he should stay back and spend time with Melissa. I really didn't want Jake showing Edward anything about the state I had been in those first months after my birthday. No need to prove how pathetic and weak the little human was.
I made Billy call Carlisle and tell him that two wolves would be accompanying me so it wouldn't come as a surprise when we showed up. Paul ran and got my bag from Jake's, because somehow it had been decided that I would spend the night at Paul's house instead. I didn't really know why but I couldn't find it in me to care. I sighed in relief when Paul opened the front door and we stepped into his quiet, peaceful house. Finally this endless day was over!
"Just so you know squirt, we're traveling wolf-style tomorrow."
"Both of you?" I had assumed that one would run in wolf form and the other would ride in the truck with me.
"Yes both of us, and you're riding on my back." Paul informed me matter-of-factly.
"Are you crazy? I'm taking my truck! It's fucked-up enough having to bring you and Leah; I'm not showing up there riding a fucking wolf!"
"Damn right you will! If something happens I need to be able to get you out of there fast without you worrying about your fucking truck! Now you're going to shut your mouth and do as you're told for once in your life!" He demanded and I saw red!
"What the hell is wrong with you? I've had enough of this 'I am wolf. Hear me roar' bullshit that you've been spewing for the last couple of hours! I may not be some strong supernatural creature like you but that doesn't mean I'm going to shut my mouth and blindly follow your orders!" I was absolutely furious and I could feel the emotional upheaval of the day come crashing down on me. I suddenly felt like I would explode from all of the pent-up emotions that I had suppressed all day, and I advanced on Paul.
"I'm so fucking tired of this shit! I just want to go to bed and forget about this day, but you had to be your usual sadistic self and decide that Bella hasn't been tortured enough today! Well fuck you!" I was pounding my fists on Paul's chest and angry tears were running down my cheeks. Paul looked down on me with an expression that I could not read. I continued to yell and fight until he grabbed my wrists and locked them behind my back, presumably so I wouldn't hurt myself on his stupid, supernaturally strong body.
He pulled me up really close and through gritted teeth snarled out; "I would advise you to calm the fuck down or I'm going to show you the best way to forget about a crappy day!"
"What are you talking abo..." Paul suddenly crushed his lips to mine, effectively shutting me up. For a few seconds I was too shocked to react but then the heat of his lips registered with me and sent shivers down my spine. His tongue was demanding entrance and I found myself allowing him in. The passion of his kiss and the way he was exploring my mouth made me weak in the knees. He shifted his hands and held my wrists in just the left one, leaving the right to travel up my back and ending up tangled in my hair. I was trapped in his embrace and it was seriously turning me on.
I started gasping for air and Paul ended the kiss only to trail kisses along my jawline and down my neck. He was kissing, licking and nipping and it was driving me absolutely insane. I could feel my panties getting wet and when his tongue circled the hollow between my collarbones I heard myself let out an embarrassingly loud moan. Paul's lips curled up into a smile against my skin before they traveled up to my lips again. He was teasing me now; sucking on my bottom lip, slowly pushing his tongue into my mouth, tasting me, caressing my tongue. I wanted more and desperately tried to free my hands so I could touch him.
He pulled his head back and searchingly looked me in the eyes. I saw him take a deep breath, his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened. I realized that he could smell the effect he had on my body. He pulled me even closer and now I could feel the effect I had on him against my stomach. God I love werewolf genes!
"Bella…" Paul breathed out and then his glorious lips were back against mine. He finally released my wrists and I quickly pushed my hands up trying to get a hold of his short hair, frantically forcing him impossibly closer to me. It felt like my whole body was on fire and Paul was the only one who would be able to put it out.
He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling his erection grind against my core with every step he took. My back was suddenly against the wall and Paul's lips were again traveling down my neck. I ran my fingers across his broad back enjoying the feel of his muscles underneath his smooth skin. His hands found their way along my sides and then they roughly cupped my breasts. His thumbs teased my nipples through my clothes and I was hungry for skin-on-skin contact. I reached down intending to pull my shirt off when Paul froze. He put his forehead against mine, closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
"Bella, if we don't stop now I'm not going to be able to."
"I don't want to stop." I said in a surprisingly raspy voice. Paul pulled his head back, looked me in the eyes and smiled wickedly.
"Are you sure of that babe? You don't know what you're getting yourself into!" God, his low husky voice made my head spin.
"Why? What are you going to do to me?" I bit down on his neck and then ran my tongue soothingly across the bite, relishing in the deep growl it earned me.
"First I'm going to tear your clothes off so I can get a good look at that sexy body of yours. Then I'm going to touch, kiss and lick you everywhere. And I do mean everywhere! I'm going to spend some extra time on those luscious breasts of yours before I bury my fingers in your wet pussy." The heat of his intense stare and the slowly spoken words had me panting with want.
"Mmm." Was all I managed to moan out. Paul ran his tongue up the side of my neck, tugged my earlobe in between his teeth and whispered in my ear "Then I'm going to lick, suck and tease your clit while I fuck you with my fingers til' you're begging me to let you cum."
"Ungh, Paul…" Fuck, I had no idea dirty talk was so…hot! I wanted him to tell me more but at the same time I was desperate for him to actually do those things he was talking about.
"If I feel generous I might let you cum before I bend you over and ram my cock into your throbbing pussy. I'm going to fuck you so hard you will forget everything except my name, which you'll be screaming at the top of your lungs when you cum and cum and cum…" His lips came crashing back to mine and our tongues fought for dominance, which I quickly gave to this amazingly sexy man I was definitely going to fuck tonight!
"Last chance, Bella; tell me what to do!" Paul grunted out. "Do I stop or not?" Stop? Was he crazy?
"Please…" I panted out, desperate for him to continue. I looked him deep in the eyes and cleared my head enough to form words. "Don't stop! Fuck me Paul! Make me forget."
Next thing I knew we were flying down the hall, and then I was laying on my back in a bed and my shirt had somehow magically disappeared. Paul was hovering above me, pulling the straps of my bra down and running his tongue over the swell of my breasts. I arched my back encouraging him to open the clasp and take the damn thing off. He chuckled lightly but complied with my wishes.
"Fuck Bella, you're hot!" Paul gave my breasts one last smoldering look before he dove down, pulling one nipple into his mouth and working the other one with his fingers. I felt him alternating between light licks, hard sucking and gentle bites on my right breast and tugging, twisting and caressing my left one. He was driving me absolutely crazy and the fire in my body was raging. I was moaning and writhing, lost in the pleasures he was bringing me. Was it possible to orgasm just from having your nipples manipulated? I didn't have the chance to find out because Paul's hands and mouth were slowly traveling south and I shuddered at the feeling of cool air against my erect nipples.
The tip of his tongue circled my bellybutton and I trembled with anticipation when I felt him pop the button on my jeans open. He made quick work of removing my pants and my underwear and sat up on his knees looking over my naked form. Just when I was starting to feel a little self-conscious he scooted down and began kissing my ankles. His lips and tongue explored every inch of skin on my legs and every time he got close to my center I held my breath only to groan with annoyance when he trailed off towards my hipbones.
"Paul…"
"Mm hmm" He kept his mouth on my inner thigh and the vibrations against my sensitive skin only added to my frustrations.
"Please…"
"Mm, I love it when you beg." By this time I was willing to do whatever it took to end the sweet torture and if begging was what he wanted then so be it. "Paul… please… oh… please… mm… oh god…" He suddenly thrust his tongue into me and I could have cried at the relief of finally getting some friction.
"Fuck babe, you taste incredible!"
Paul's tongue was magical. He was teasing me close to my entrance and then suddenly plunged inside me. He made slow circles around my clit and every once in a while made the pass over the clit instead of going around it. I was madly thrashing around trying to get him where I wanted.
He threw an arm around my hips and effectively pinned me to the bed. "If you can't keep still then I'm going to make you," he growled out inserting two fingers into me. "You taste so fucking good, Bella! I've never tasted anything like it and I don't intend to let anything go to waste." He sounded absolutely animalistic and began licking and sucking my clit with a ferocity that made my head spin.
"Ungh" I had lost all ability to form words and was panting and moaning like crazy. I felt my stomach tightening and knew that I was getting close. So close… Paul suddenly curled his fingers and started moving them increasingly faster and faster hitting places I never knew I had. I was climbing higher and higher towards what would definitely be the most mind-blowing orgasm ever when I started to feel like I needed to pee. What the hell kind of timing was that? Stupid bladder had to make itself known now?
"Paul…" I tried pushing his head away but he just growled and kept going. I really didn't want to pee all over him and I was getting desperate. "Paul stop, I've got to go."
His head snapped up and he looked at me incredulously. "What the hell are you talking about? Go where?" His fingers didn't stop working me though and it was getting harder and harder to hold on.
"Um…I have to pee…" I squeaked, feeling embarrassed. I expected Paul to jump away from me but instead he smirked and kissed my inner thigh. "Do you trust me Bella?"
What? What did that have to do with anything? Of course I trusted him, but I wasn't willing to be part of some kinky kind of sex that involved peeing. He must have seen my confused look because he smiled and slowed his fingers down. "Babe, trust me. You're not going to pee. Just relax and let yourself go." He gave me an encouraging nod and resumed his ministrations.
Okay, relax… Hmm, maybe I can do that… Mmm… Oh God that felt good… Holy shit, what's he doing to me? I was on fire from the inside out and every part of my body started tingling. I felt my toes curling and my hands were frantically pulling at the sheet trying to find something to hold on to. My legs started shaking and I was tossing my head from side to side. Every cell of my body was alive and vibrating and it was too much. Too intense. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Let go. Cum for me Bella!" Paul ordered and I exploded. Literally. I felt fluid shooting out of me and my whole body was alight. I was screaming at the top of my lungs and I swear I saw fireworks go off behind my eyelids. I had never felt anything like it. I was panting heavily and finally started to come back down to earth. The fire receded and I started trembling. I felt my throat constrict and suddenly I started to cry. Paul moved up beside me and pulled me into his arms. I couldn't stop sobbing. I was absolutely overwhelmed and the only way to let all the emotions out seemed to be to cry.
Paul just held me and occasionally whispered soothing words of comfort. I didn't understand what was going on but I was so grateful that Paul didn't seem to be freaking out about the crazy girl in his arms.
After a while my sobs quieted down and I looked up into Paul's warm eyes. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."
"It's okay, Bella. You needed to let it all out."
"It was just so intense and… I've never felt anything like that. What was that?"
"You squirted babe." Paul said looking very smug. Squirted? I had heard the name but I didn't even know that it was a real thing. I definitely never thought that I was capable of doing it. One thing's for sure; it was the most powerful thing I've ever experienced and I couldn't even be upset with Paul for being so smug. Hell, he should be proud of himself! Those were some mad skills he had there.
"You okay?" The smug look had disappeared and now he looked worried. Huh, I had probably zoned out a little there.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Actually I feel great." I reassured him while slowly stretching my body to see if I could still move everything. It felt like my insides had turned to jello and I was still feeling small after-shocks from that earth-shattering orgasm I just had. I heard Paul groan silently and when I turned my head to look at him I found him staring at my stretching body with dark, smoldering eyes. And just like that I started feeling aroused again. The thought of Paul being turned on by me was quite empowering, and the obvious tent in his shorts was extremely enticing.
"Why do you still have clothes on Paul?" I asked pulling my lower lip in between my teeth and trailing my fingers over his pecs towards his amazing abs. With a growl Paul tore his shorts off and flipped me over so I was laying on my back. He grabbed my wrists and held my arms over my head. His lips came crashing down on mine and sweet Jesus the passion in his kiss set me on fire again. He nudged my legs apart and lowered his body towards mine, still holding most of his weight off of me. I gasped when I felt his hot skin against mine and I instinctively bucked my hips up to meet him. His erection pressed into my clit and it felt absolutely heavenly. The need to touch him and to feel him inside of me took over and I tried freeing my arms but he wouldn't release me.
"I want to…oh…touch…ungh…you…" I breathed out, rapidly becoming incoherent again.
"Bella, you feel too good…oh fuck…I can't…mmm…need to fuck you…now!" Apparently I wasn't the only one having trouble forming words together.
"Yes! Fuck me Paul." He let go of my wrists and pulled away from me. For a second I felt confused but then I realized that he was reaching for a condom and was now quickly rolling it on. He positioned himself at my entrance, looked me deep in the eyes and slowly started to push into me. Oh God, suddenly wolf genetics weren't that appealing anymore. How the hell was this going to work? I felt uncomfortably full, and I couldn't help but to thank God Jake wasn't quite this big or losing my virginity to him would have been a traumatizing experience.
"Fuck, Bella, you're so tight. Are you okay?" I was touched by his concern for me. He held absolutely still looking me searchingly in the eyes. I could see by his clenched jaw and the sweat beads forming on his forehead that he was struggling not to move. My heart melted at the sight of the normally arrogant and cocky Paul making sure that I was okay. His unexpected tenderness made me instantly relax and I could feel myself adjusting to his size. The uncomfortable feeling subsided and I needed more. I wrapped my legs around his hips pulling him in deeper, urging him to move.
He let out a sigh of relief and started to slowly push in and pull out. Holy hell that felt good! I quickly found his rhythm and met him thrust for thrust. I could feel the muscles on his back rippling under my fingertips. I ran my tongue along his neck and tasted his salty masculine flavor. The room was filled with the sounds of my moans, Paul's grunts and his balls slapping against my ass. My senses went into overdrive and I needed more.
"Faster, Paul…aah…harder…oh God…" He pulled out almost entirely and then slammed back in. Over and over again. "Oh God…oh God…" I felt the coil tightening in my stomach but I still needed more. I slid a hand down in between us and started circling my clit.
"Fuck!" Paul growled. He sat back slightly on his heels and threw my legs up over his shoulders and raptly watched me touch myself. He placed his hands under my ass and lifted me up so only my shoulders and my head were left touching the mattress. This new angle made him hit all the right places and my orgasm was swiftly approaching. My walls started to clench around him and I was frantically rubbing my clit.
"Cum, Bella! Please…I can't…oh fuck!" Paul yelled out just as we both fell off the cliff. I had the second most powerful orgasm of my life. I was contracting around him to the point of it almost being painful. My fingernails dug into his upper arms and I knew that it would have left marks had he not been a supernatural creature with accelerated healing abilities. I whimpered at the loss when he pulled out of me. He quickly discarded the condom and collapsed next to me on the bed. We laid still for a moment trying to catch our breaths. After a while I felt the mattress shift and Paul pulled me close to him.
"That was… Fuck, I don't even have words to describe it." He chuckled and kissed me on top of my head. I snuggled closer to him and nuzzled his neck. "Mmm." My eyelids suddenly became very heavy and I felt myself starting to drift off to sleep, the events of the day catching up to me.
"Sleep, babe." I heard Paul say and my last thought before I fell asleep was; I can't believe I just had sex with Paul! Crap!
a/n This was my first try at writing a lemon and I'm really nervous about it. Please leave a review and tell me what you thought.
Simaril – did you survive, Hun? Do you need CPR after a lemon starring one of the wolves? ;)