Chapter 17

AN: I don't own Twilight.

Full out lemon warning this time so same as last time – if it makes you uncomfortable or you're not supposed to read then don't, otherwise read on and tell me what you thought.

Incredible.

There's no other word to describe how I felt, how Paul made me feel. No wonder people did this all the time.

I stretched my back as I lifted my head off of Paul's warm chest, smiling as I watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful as he breathed slowly, so young and innocent.

I scoffed internally at myself. If last night was anything to go by then he is far from innocent.

I rolled my eyes at my thoughts and lay my head back on his chest, sighing happily as I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. I shifted a little to get more comfortable when I was greeted with a low growl.

"Baby, if you don't want me to attack you right now then please move your leg," Paul groaned.

My head shot up at his voice, still thick with sleep, and in the process I ended up pressing my body harder against his. In the space of a millisecond Paul had me on my back with his rock hard body resting comfortably on top of mine.

I wiggled underneath him, but gave up with a huff when I found that I couldn't move much. Not that I wanted too, anyway.

Paul had a look of pure satisfaction on his face as I huffed and blew a stray hair out of my face. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips, gently brushing the hair out of my face and tracing his finger down my cheek.

"I did warn you," he murmured, moving down and placing soft kisses down my face and neck.

His lips brushed the sensitive skin under my jaw and I shivered in pleasure, tugging at his hair. I moaned and arched my back, exposing my neck to him completely. I could feel his lips pulling into a smile against my skin as he alternated between running his nose up my neck, breathing me in, and lightly nibbling on my skin.

I swear he's trying to drive me insane.

I ran my hand through his hair and down his back, my nails biting into his russet skin. With a groan Paul halted his ministrations on my neck and pulled back to look me in the eyes.

"Are you tired?" he asked, placing a kiss on my cheek.

I shook my head as he pulled away again.

"I'm not tired either," he said, his full lips turning into a grin.

"Good," I murmured as I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the silky hair at the base.

"Ready for me to rock your world?" he asked with a sly grin as he started leaning forward.

"Absolutely," I told him as I pulled him closer, not even bothering to laugh at his joke.

When our lips met it was a lot slower than earlier, making it more intimate. Our lips melded together as he put more of his weight on me and I could feel him everywhere.

Paul ran his tongue over my bottom lip and my lips parted to grant him entrance. I moaned as he explored my mouth, revelling in his taste. The familiar tug in my belly started as his hands travelled over my body, cupping and caressing my skin.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to get a little of the friction I so desperately craved and froze when I felt him at my entrance.

Feeling me hesitate, Paul retreated and gave a reassuring kiss.

"We don't have to…" he said, but I could tell he was having a hard time controlling himself.

"I know," I reassured him. "I want to."

"Okay," he nodded and moved back into his previous position. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

As I nodded I felt him pushing into me, slowly stretching me until he was fully sheathed inside me. I waited for the pain to come that so many people had assured me accompanied your first time, but there was none.

It felt strange, uncomfortably full, but not entirely unpleasant.

I shifted to get into a better position when Paul growled.

I looked at his scrunched up face in concern and frowned.

He opened his eyes and saw my frown, his look of complete concentration replaced by one of concern.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice strained.

I shook my head. "No, it feels a little strange, though," I told him, shifting again.

With a groan Paul dropped his head onto my shoulder and I could feel his every breath washing across my skin.

"Are you okay?" I asked, no longer hiding my concern and secretly praying that it wasn't bad for him.

I felt him nod against my shoulder and ran my hand through his hair.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his voice muffled by my skin. "Is it okay if I move a little?"

He lifted his head a fraction to see me nod. With a thankful smile he pressed his lips to my shoulder before slowly pulling out. The feeling of no longer being filled made me feel empty and sad, but it didn't last long before he pushed inside again.

After a few slow thrusts the uncomfortably full feeling started to dissipate, and left in its place the feeling of complete bliss. The pressure I felt earlier started to build again and I moaned with every movement he made.

Paul's lips met mine in a passionate kiss and my legs wrapped around his waist to get our bodies closer together.

I gasped and moaned, the sounds swallowed by Paul's mouth as his lips melded to mine. He stroked and caressed my skin as he sucked my lip into his mouth and pulled it between his teeth.

His strokes became faster as the pressure built and soon my hips were thrusting up to meet him stroke for stroke. The feeling started at the base of my spine and travelled through my body until it'd spread through my entire body. I gasped and clung to Paul as the shivers started, my nails digging into his back as each shiver raked through my body.

Paul sped up his movements and before I knew it I was seeing stars and moaning his name in ecstasy. After a few thrusts I was coming down from my high when Paul reached his, grunting my name as held onto me.

He rolled off of me before collapsing onto the bed in a satisfied heap. He groaned before pushing himself off of his face and rolled onto his back, his arm reaching out for me.

I turned into him and snuggled into his chest, blissfully exhausted.

It wasn't long before we both fell asleep, equally spent.

-o0o-

"Ronnie?"

Mom?

"Veronica? Honey?"

Shit!

I jerked away from Paul, looking around the room in a haze. I shook my head to clear the fog, taking a moment to appreciate the delicious ache in my thighs as the previous night and morning's events filled my mind.

I smiled at Paul's sleeping form before I remembered the reason I had woken up.

Mom!

I jumped out of bed and threw on the nearest sweatpants and t-shirt. I threw a pair of shorts at Paul, who was now sitting up, still groggy.

"Get dressed," I whispered. "My mother is here."

I raced out of the room and almost ran into my mother.

"Hi, Mom," I said, giving her a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"Can't I visit my only daughter?" she asked before pulling me into another hug.

"Of course you can visit," I told her as I wiggled out of her iron hold.

As I took a step back warm arms encircled my waist and I nearly jumped through the roof in fright.

I shot my mother an apologetic look, but her sights were focused elsewhere. I cleared my throat loudly and her eyes snapped away from Paul's shirtless form and back to me.

"Who's your friend, dear?" she asked, her eyes flitting over Paul's abs.

"This is my boyfriend," I told her briskly, glaring at her in warning. "Paul, this is my mom, Helen."

Paul held out his hand and gently took my mother's hand in his, telling her it was a pleasure to meet her. She only stared at him open-mouthed, gaping like a fish. It was annoying.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" I cried. "Mom, stop staring."

That seemed to snap her out of her trance and she gave me her 'don't talk your mother like that' look. I rolled my eyes and turned to Paul.

"Go put on a shirt," I ordered, slapping his bare chest.

With a grin Paul unwrapped his arms from around my waist and went back to the bedroom.

With Paul out of the room my mom turned all of her attention to me. She looked me up and down, taking in my dishevelled appearance, and raised her eyebrow at me in an 'I know what you did last night' look.

I bit my lip guiltily and stared at the floor, unable to meet her gaze.

"Honey, I know you're old enough to make your own decisions, but…." She trailed off and looked at me thoughtfully before sighing and shaking her head. "Just tell me you were being safe."

"Yes, we were safe," I told her, sighing in relief that she wasn't giving me lecture, or worse another sex talk.

"Al right," she said, thankfully changing the subject. "I hope you haven't been neglecting your studies to be with this boyfriend of yours."

I rolled my eyes. "No, Mother," I said, taking the seat next to hers.

Being an A student is one of the things I prided myself in and I wasn't giving that up anytime soon.

Paul came back, thankfully with a shirt on, as my mother was filling me in on everything going on at home. She eyed him and looked back at me.

"Why don't you go shower, then we can all go out to lunch," she suggested, giving Paul a look that I could decipher, but made him gulp.

I nodded and got up, pulling Paul behind me to the bathroom.

As far as meetings went, this one could have gone smoother, but thankfully it hadn't gone worse.

AN: There you go.

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