100 reviews guys! Hell yeah! I never even thought I would get this much for the entire story! I'm so happy that is has been this successful! I am so grateful to all of you who had read this story and reviewed! You're complete stars! PS Sorry for the late update, I was starting off my other story… please don't kill me- I also went into a state of shock when Alex meraz followed me on twitter (Yes followed me!)! And please be warned, a small lemon;)… and before some person reviews like they did on my other story (-_-) they do not go the full way, and therefore it is not a shit lemon (well it might be but not for that reason) (also don't kill me if it's rubbish )

Bella's POV-

It had been four weeks since Paul and I had got back together, and they had been blissful. But I wanted things to move to the next level. We had been sticking to heated make out sessions and it was becoming painfully torturous. Paul wanted to take things slow and had always been careful to keep his hands on my upper body- I had not yet dared to ask him to take it to the next level, scared he would reject the suggestion.

Jacob in the last two weeks would spend some time with me and Paul and I was pleased to see the two of them were finally getting along- even if it was just for my benefit. They had continuously teased me about my clumsiness and the blush that appeared at the most easiest of things. And

Paul was beside me now, one arm casually tossed around my shoulder while he aimlessly flicked through TV programmes as I studied my hands fidgeting nervously with one another.

"Bells… What's got your panties in a knot?" Paul asked as he peered down at me.

I shook my head, not wanting to admit my embarrassing feelings. "Nothing…"

Paul chuckled and pulled me onto his lap and kissed the back of my neck after pulling my long brown hair to one side. "Tell me. You've been fidgeting nervously with your hands the past ten minutes."

I looked down at my knees, which were know bouncing nervously on their own accord, my palms had started to sweat and the blush in my cheeks was bound to be as red as a tomato. The house now felt like a sauna. "I…uh.. I wanted to…uh…could we…"

"Spit it out Bell's." Paul encouraged me softly, his nose running down my neck.

"Um. I wanted to… go to the next level." I whispered- hoping he heard me because I did not want to repeat myself.

"The… next level? Like….?" Paul guessed, a smirk playing on his lips as my cheeks flushed dark.

"Foreplay." I whispered, hiding myself under the curtain of my hair.

"Mmm… well later honey. I can hear Jacob's car coming down the street." He chuckles and brushed a thumb over my cheek bone.

I frowned, "I can't hear anything."

"His motorbike- don't you hear it?" Paul furrowed his brow in confusion. "He's practically outside."

I listened intently but shook my head. "I don't hear anything."

"But…" Paul began but trailed off and listened intently. It took five minutes for Jacob to come into my line of hearing.

"How…did you know that?" I asked; my confusion clear in my voice.

Paul just shook his head and sighed as Jacob came through the door. "Hey. Mind if I hang out with you guys?"

We both looked up at him and smiled. "Sure- but I thought you were meant to catch up with Quill and Embry.

Jacob shook his head and frowned, plopping himself on to the one empty couch. "There with Sam's gang now. Left me to myself… or with you guys."

"Oh… that's horrible Jake. You have us." I said as gave him a reassuring smile before Paul pulled me closer to him, his head on the top of mine. He would hug me as close as he could when we were around another man's company- even if it was Jacob or Uncle Billy or Dad.

"Yeah well. They don't deserve my grief." He sighed and then grinned goofily. "So what's on TV?"

I could hear Paul groan in annoyance quietly, and I had to agree with him. As much as we loved Jacob, we wanted to spend time on our own, preferably in the bedroom.

"Um… nothing you would enjoy." I started, hoping Jacob would leave soon.

"Oh…well… we can just hang out." He grinned. Maybe not.

I inwardly groaned as I looked up at Paul's face, which showed irritation- at least we were both eager to be alone. "Jacob we sort of-"

"OH! You know what we should do?" Jacob erupted, interrupting Paul's suggestion. His face was lit up with excitement and he looked like a child on Christmas.

"What..?" Paul asked cautiously as his arms snaked around my waist and pulled me into him.

"We should totally play twister! Remember Bells? You'd always fall when we played it before you moved away…" Jacob was literally bouncing up and down on the couch, a grin on his face. (For those of you who do not know what twister is it is "agame of physical skillproduced byHasbro Games. It is played on a large plastic mat that is spread on the floor or ground. The mat has four rows of large colored circles on it with a different color in each row: red, yellow, blue, and green. A spinner is attached to a square board and serves as a die for the game. The spinner is divided into four labeled sections: right foot, left foot, right hand, and left hand. Each of those four sections is divided into the four colors (red, yellow, blue, and green). After spinning, the combination is called (example: right hand yellow) and players must move their matching hand or foot to a dot of the correct color."- Wikipedia because I couldn't be arsed explaining.)

"Great…" I heard Paul mumble under his breath and I had to hold back a laugh.

"Umm…. Yeah… Jake I always hated that game." It was true- I did, I never one and I always ended up hurting myself with my bad foot co-ordination. It was bad enough walking, but with twister it was so much worse.

"No you didn't Bella- you just hated loosing. Come on, please?" Jacob looked at me with those big eyes and I knew I was a goner.

"Alright, Alright. That's only if I can find it Jake." I laughed as I untangled myself from Paul who was finding it difficult to let go of my waist.

I hit his hand playfully and he obediently let go of me. I made my way over to the game cupboard and looked through it- sure enough twister was right at the back. Damn it- I was hoping it wasn't. I took it out and laid it out on the floor.

Jacob grinned and took out the spinner and Paul grudgingly got to his feet. "Who'll spin?"

"Good point Paul. You can be spinner." Jacob pointed out as he took his shoes and socks off.

I still couldn't believe we were doing this- it was a child's game. Paul looked relieved to be off the game while I groaned. "Great now I don't have to play!"

"Nah you still play, but you have the exception of taking your hand of the board to spin." Jake grinned and I had to laugh at Paul's misfortune.

Paul's face grew into a scowl as situated himself on the board. We played for half an hour, I fell ten minutes of the way through, due to the complication of having to fit my foot through Jacobs's legs and my other leg on the opposite side and then Jacob moving his bum in my face pushed me over. Then became the spinner. Jacob was next out, after slipping on the board and crashing down. Two weird things I found about the whole game was that Paul never lost balance in the whole game and found it miraculously easy even with being the spinner. He also looked stronger than the last time I had seen him- which was two days ago.

"Well… this was a lot of fun." Jacob grinned as he rubbed his hands together. "But I have to go."

Thank god. Alone at last. "Oh, shame. Well, see yah Jake!"

Paul was the one to speak as he ushered a very confused Jacob out the door. "Bye?" Was the last thing I heard before Paul closed the door on his face.

"Finally." Paul breathed out as he sat down next to me and put my feet up on his lap rubbing soothing circles on them.

"That wasn't nice Paul. Jacob will feel unwanted now- and he's already lost two friends." I frowned, fearing Jacob would take that the wrong way.

"Oh don't fret Belly Welly. Jacob's a big boy, I'm sure he'll figure it out that we wanted some alone time. Plus if he doesn't, I'll explain to him at school on Monday." He smirked as he leaned over pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

"Fine. You're right." I pouted as I pulled myself closer to him. "Hmm… now why don't we play our own game?"

"Always am." He grinned and lifted me up to sit me on his knee so that I was straddling him. "Sure…"

He kissed me again, but this time it was longer, rougher and more heated. His lips moulded against mine, and his hands gripped my hips in a tight vies and ground me into his rock hard length. My eyes widened and I moaned, my hands weaving into his hair and gripping onto it.

His tongue slipped out of his mouth and ran along the line between my lips, asking for permission. I eagerly granted him entrance and our tongues danced around one another, entwining and messaging each other. Pauls hands, still situated on my hips, started to slowly slide up my sides under my shirt. I moaned into his mouth as his hands slowly pulled my top over my head, giving me chance to stop him if I wanted. I had no intention to and he pulled the shirt over my head, breaking the kiss.

Once my top was off, his lips fastened to my neck and kissed his way down the curve of my neck where it joined my shoulder. I moaned gently and my hands gently tugged his hair before slipping down his arms and across his chest and started to unbutton his shirt, throwing it to the ground once I had finished untangling his arms from it.

"Mmm Bella…" Paul hummed against my shoulder which he was now kissed and nibbling. "Are you sure about this?"

"I'm sure Paul." Was all I said before he picked me up, pulling my legs around his body and gripped my thighs to keep me up right.

He carried me up to my room, kicking the door shut and we tumbled onto the bed- me underneath and him on top. He smiled down at me softly before leaning in and kissing the shell of my ear as he quickly removed my bra from my body and dropped it to the floor. He kissed down my cleavage at an incredibly slow pace, causing my back to arch up, and to thrush my chest into his face.

"You're so beautiful Bella. So perfect." He murmured against my creamy skin, kissing his way up to the small bud that rested on the top of my breast. His other hand was palming my right breast and as he took my free pink bud into his mouth I through my head back. His tongue swivelled around it, he nipped it gently, kissed it, and sucked it. His hand was still palming my other breast and I let out a louder moan. I had never felt so good before. No one had ever made me physically feel this good… ever.

"Paauuul." I heard myself whispering his name again and again as he kissed his way down my stomach, his kissed soft feather like kisses as his hands ran down my jean clad thighs.

He smirked as I bucked my hips towards him and shook his head muttering words I couldn't quite hear. His hands were now unfastening my jeans button and zip and pulled them down my legs painfully slowly. I furrowed my eyebrows and whimper escaped my lips.

"Patience Angel. " He muttered against my tummy, kissing it gently.

I huffed and shook my head. "I don't have much patience."

"Mmm… minx." His chuckle was low and throaty as he finally let my jeans drop to the floor along with my bra.

I sighed impatiently and my hands threaded back into his hair and tugged gently. His hands hooked in my underwear and pealed them off, a little faster than he had with the jeans. He sat up and took me in, and I could hear his breath hitch in his throat. He stared at me for what seemed like ages and I started to feel unconscious. I turned my body to the side, trying to hide my naked self but his hand grabbed my hip and turned me back to face him, shaking his head and frowning.

"Don't be embarrassed baby… you're so… gorgeous… so beautiful… so perfect… so mine." He whispered them to me, wiping all insecure thoughts out of my head and I smiled. "That'a girl!"

"Humm… you're slightly overdressed yourself Paul…" I drawled confidently, sexy almost. My hands went to his shirt and started pulling it over his head.

He chuckled lowly and pulled his top off before his hands unfastened his button for his jeans, slipping them off as well as his boxers and dropped them to the floor. My eyes took him all in, chiselled abs and defined chest, his bulging biceps, his muscular legs and his very huge cock which was standing up right before me. My eyes were fixated on it and my hand reached out, without even my brains consent (not that it would disagree) my hand reached out and my finger trailed down his length. He groaned but held my hand and shook his head.

"No angel, I want to pleasure you." He smiles and kissed the back of my hand as he muttered. "Next time though."

I simply nodded as I lay against the head board and Paul climbed over me. He smiled softly and kissed me sweetly on the lips as his hands travelled down my body, fingers skimming over my hip bone. I moaned softly into his mouth and his tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring every inch he could reach.

His fingers were now circling my clit, causing me to break away from the kiss to gasp. I looked up at him, love and lust evidently radiating from them as he pinched my bundle of nerves. I groaned and my hands clutched his shoulders in a tight vice. He smirked down at me and latched his mouth to one of my breasts again, sucking gently as a finger slowly circled my entrance before slipping inside.

The warmth that filled my lower abdomen was pleasuring, as was the feeling of his fingers inside me. I bucked my hips against his fingers and arched my back gently to press my breast further into his mouth. He groaned gently and sucked harder, his hands slowly moving in and out as my hands scraped down the top of his back.

"Paul..so good." I moaned breathlessly and he simply just sped up, his fingers slipping in and out faster and deeper, his mouth sucking harder on my breast.

I could feel myself close to the edge and I closed my eyes tightly as a thrill of pleasure shot through my body. Paul was not rubbing my clit with his thumb while his index finger slipped in and out at quick speed. I let out a scream of pleasure as I felt myself pooling over his fingers.

He moaned gently and pulled away from my breast, his fingers sliding out and he wiped them on the bedcovers. They would have to be washed now. He smiles and leaned down and kissed me tenderly on the lips before falling down beside me on the bed. He hugged me close to his chest and my back fit snug against his chest, his now flaccid cock was pressed against my back and I closed my eyes as he pulled the blankets over us. His nose nuzzled into my neck and took a sniff.

"Night night Bella." Was the last thing he said before I heard a snore leave his mouth.

"Night night Paul." I said before falling asleep myself.

FINISHED. Yey, hope you liked it- sorry for the long wait