Chapter 22

~~OtA~~

Hey BB's I wanted to do a chapter in first person, after all I am learning to write here aren't I?

APOV

I like cock. Really, don't get me wrong, but all cock prior to this one has just been, well, nothing. Well, not nothing. Insignificant.

This cock is the cock I'm going to marry. The one I will make babies with. The one that will cause me to make loud, insane, screaming noises so that he'll have to cover my mouth so we don't wake up the neighbors. In the next house. Several miles down the road from our acreage weekender.

Jasper seems to have recovered from his head injury and his other head is doing very nicely too. We're resting now, my perspiring naked body half on top of his, my leg thrown over his thighs in a possessive kind of way. This boy is mine. All mine. Every bit of him. Even the bit I'm finding I'd like to have inside me again, sometime soon.

My mouth has been absentmindedly caressing his chest, coaxing my cocky little friend to rise again. I grin and lift my head to stare into those amazing eyes of his, sweat trickling down his forehead and into his messy hair.

"Hey, big boy, wanna go again?" I ask him in a husky voice. The screaming might have had something to do with it. And the giggling that followed. I think Jasper was quite shocked that I'm so verbal.

"Yes Ma'am" he murmurs, his mouth once again covering mine. I lick the back of his teeth, our tongues touching and pressing against each others. I want to be devoured by this man; his taste, his touch sending direct signals to my pussy.

He rips open a condom, which mysteriously appeared from nowhere and I am eternally grateful for the condom fairy or whatever the fuck delivered the packet to our room. Actually, I think it was room service. Jasper had been on the phone with them ordering up some dessert to have with, well dessert. These might have been some extras on the side.

Within microseconds I'm mounting him again, sliding astonishingly easy onto his cock. It's like I belong here, mated with him, for all eternity. Our parts are just meant for each other.

Jasper makes little happy sounds, hissing delighted "Aw's and Ah's". I push up from his chest and plant my knees on the floor, moving an inch further down his body. The resistance from the slightly off center maneuver makes for delightful friction. Jasper grabs my ass, forcing me to ride him. It maximizes the sensation for both of us, the rhythm helping to grind his length into me and hitting all the right places.

We turn prehistoric, grunting and grinding in the most basic primal need for each other. I love the noises he makes. I could never stand couples who talked during sex. I once had a boyfriend that used to say "Come for me, baby." I faked it every time. He couldn't tell the difference and I have dared every man since to be able to feel when I come.

Except this man. I don't give a shit if I come or not, it's overrated when the fucking feels this good. I don't want it to end. The pressure from his strong hands on my ass…it's like he's an animal. It says that he is equally as possessive of me as I am of him. I hope his hands leave a mark. I want proof of this night.

Sadly, he moved his hands away from my butt, caressing it languidly up my back and in a flash, he flips us over, giving me a half smile as we remain connected during the little gymnastic turn. He grinds himself slower into me, his forehead resting upon mine. Slowly, he moves his face down to kiss me. His tongue invades my mouth again, mimicking the motions of his cock. In. Out. In. Out. It's a rhythm like breathing and I think I'm starting to feel that I need him like I need air. In. Out. I pant, making little noises as he continues. In. Out.

The heat in my pussy rises, the pressure of blood, pushing on nerve endings, moistening the hole in which in he's driving. In. Out. His breathing has become as irregular as mine. He stops his tongue and kisses me deeply. My pussy responds. All sensation is heightened. In. Out. In. Out. He takes my bottom lip in his teeth, slowly, pulling gently. It feels like my lips are connected by a string to where he is grinding. In. Out.

He releases my lip and looks at me, all bent out of shape and sexy. In. Out. A look that tells me he can't hold off anymore. I feel the warm gush of his fluids, trapped in the sheath. His face is a mixture of pleasure and pain. He slowly withdraws from me, discarding the evidence of our fucking in the trashcan. He nestles beside me, tucking his arm underneath my head. A sexy, sweaty flesh pillow.

He kisses me on my forehead.

I feel safe. And loved.

I am home.

Two hours later a text message wakes us up.

It's from Rosalie.

"We are having no luck, how are you doing?"

I text back,

"No luck finding them. We've ducked in and out of so many places we're losing track!"

Rose is going to fucking kill me.

~~OtA~~