Hello faithful readers. I was in such a hurry to get this chapter out that I didn't even send it to my beta. Sorry Arabella Whitlock! All the mistakes are mine. The characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. Hope the earth moves for ya!
"I see you Bella, and I want what I see."
And he did see me. He had seen me embarrassed, blushing from shame, guilt and innocence. He had seen me in the throes of passion, albeit with another. He had seen that I had feelings for Jasper before I had acknowledged them myself. And he had seen that with trust and confidence, I would want to learn more, without seeking a relationship. He had seen all that and he still wanted me.
And me? Well, I wanted. I ached. I felt like I would drown in the tension, the pull in my belly and the wetness between my legs felt as if they would bring me to my knees. And Jake saw that too.
His kisses changed from butterfly wings against the back of my neck to grazing teeth, not biting, but a rougher tasting of my skin. My breath drew in sharply and I was lost for words. I couldn't make enough brain cells fire together to return consciousness to my speech centre, it had migrated decidedly further south and was not coming back anytime soon. I wanted more, I ached harder if that were possible, and I couldn't express what I wanted and I didn't know how to make it happen. Jake's hand left his grip on my hair and travelled down, cupping my breast, skimming over my stomach and hips before it reached between my legs and using this sensitive area for purchase pulled me back against him, my back flush with his chest, his mouth to my ear.
"Honey, I know you're hurting now because you want it so bad, and I know what you said you wanted at the fireside tonight, but no matter how much I love a good fuck, my first time with you ain't going to be like that."
The breath I didn't know I was holding left my body in a disappointed gust. The incredible tension in my body evacuated rapidly leaving me like a rag doll, boneless and quiet. I felt the tears prick my eyes at the thought of being rejected again. Jake saw all of this.
"That's not what I meant Bella. Turn around."
I turned toward him, but kept my eyes to the floor. I'd be damned before I'd let him see how close to tears I was. But Jake always knew better. His hand brushed my cheek, then tilted my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. He leaned in for a very soft slow kiss. "Bella, I'm not saying (kiss) I don't want you (kiss) and I'm not saying (kiss) that I won't have you tonight (kiss). But as much as I would like to fuck you until you can't walk tomorrow, (kiss) that is not how I want my first time with you to be. (kiss). Stop jumping to conclusions." More soft slow kisses, each time he drew away, I chased him, not wanting that contact to stop. I would never have thought him capable of being so tender. He always seems to be leather and spice and earth and honest sweat, not silk and feathers and hearts and flowers. "Do you trust me Bella?" I can only nod, not trusting my voice, not wanting to break this moment. "Then let me lead. You only need to follow."
My grandmother was somewhat of a healer in her day and I learned many things at her knee. She always used a particular turn of phrase when talking about a pregnancy. It wasn't for certain that a pregnancy would grow to fruition, until the baby 'quickened'. A term she used for the electricity and bond formed between mother and baby when first the baby moves. I had never known exactly what she meant having never been pregnant myself and not having spent any time with pregnant women. Tonight I decided that word had a different connotation while still referring to electricity and new bonds between people.
Jacob continued to kiss me slowly, sensually. All exploration and discovery. I pulled him closer trying to taste and capture him in my moment. His tongue reached out tentatively, following my lip, teasing out my own tongue until the two met. And then the kiss changed into something more. Hungrier and insistent. Jacob was pushing his lips against mine, his tongue was demanding instead of questioning. I opened my eyes to find him staring back at me and in that moment I felt it. The quickening. In the space of a single heart beat everything changed. Suddenly I knew he was feeling what I was feeling, that he wanted and ached like me. It was a point of no return. Neither of us would walk away from this now.
As our kisses became more and more heated, my hands became bolder. I reached under Jacob's shirt, feeling him shiver as my fingertips fluttered over the firmness of his muscled chest. His skin was satiny smooth but boasted an iron hardness below the surface. I longed to feel his heat burning into me, the combination of skin upon skin. It felt so good that I was brave, confident. I let my fingers continue to wander, travelling down and down that washboard stomach to cup between his legs. His size surprised me. It was noticeably longer and thicker than anything I had previously experienced and I had serious doubts that it would fit inside me. Jacob instantly sensed the change in my mood, the reversion to shyness and the mental drawing away from his kisses faced with the reality of the weapon he was wielding. Jacob drew my hand away from his erection and holding it tenderly in his, turned my palm upward, kissing it. "Do you trust me Bella?" he asked.
"Jake," I stammered, "I ... um, it's ..."
He interrupted my stutter with a searing kiss, bringing my face to his, forcing my mouth open before sliding his tongue against mine. Unrelenting he allowed my mouth an escape to breathe while continuing the assault against my neck, ears and collar bone. My heart sped up again and I felt that willingness to completely give over to sensation return. He fisted my hair in his hand, turning me again to meet his eyes. "Do you trust me Bella?" he asked again.
"Yes." Half a whisper, half a sob, but all I could manage.
He undressed me then, raising my arms above my head to pull of my shirt, leaving me topless, my nipples hardening at the touch of cool air and exposure. He brought his mouth to my breast, teasing the nipple with his fingers first before suckling it like a dying man in a desert. His practiced fingers sought out the other nipple, twisting and pulling gently before it too was as distended as its mate. Each sensation drew a road map with my veins. I felt he must be able to clearly see the nerves shooting from the tips of my breasts to a very distinct point between my legs. The ache of longing had never been stronger, the want never this bad before. As I struggled to stand I felt Jake releasing my breast from his mouth and drop to his knees before me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, steadying me. His burning eyes looked up at me.
"Do you trust me Bella?"
"Yes."
His grip on my waist loosened and I felt his hands again on my hips, his fingers hooking in to the tops of my sleep shorts and torturously slowly pulling them down to my ankles. I self consciously stepped out of the shorts, standing naked now for the first time in front of a man. Jacob stayed on his knees for what seemed an eternity, drinking me in like an unwrapped gift. He kissed the skin below my navel before getting to his feet.
"Lie down with me."
He pulls of his shirt as I crawl up my bed. It will no longer be an innocent bed full of unfulfilled dreams. By tomorrow it will be a woman's bed. Satisfied and soiled. He senses my unease at being naked, because he senses everything. He is okay that I face away from him, so he lies behind me, spooning me. The heat from his bare chest burning into my skin. His fingers again tweak and tease my nipples until my guard relaxes and my defences ease . When I am again excited by the electricity of his touch, when I am pushing back against him, trying to get closer, to get under his skin and feeling the evidence of his want pushing back against me, his hand trails down and down. Reaching between my legs. My mind is in a constant battle. Only one other has touched me there and I am caught between needing more, and knowing that soon he will be aware of exactly how much I want him to touch me. I can feel how wet I am and I know that soon he will too and I want to be embarrassed, but I don't want him to stop. His fingers brush my slit, opening it slightly before coming to rest on my clit. It is so swollen and sensitive that I think I will combust. He strokes it in tiny circular motions before dragging his fingers back down to my entrance.
"Uungh, Jacob," I moan
"Oh fuck babe, you are sooo wet for me." Again his fingers move up, rubbing my clit with more pressure this time, then sliding back down again. He slides one finger inside me, dragging it out slowly and then pushing it in again. My noises are primal. Speech is gone.
"I love it when you moan for me. Do you trust me Bella?"
I nod vigorously. I can do nothing else.
Jacob hovers over me. I roll on to my back, wondering what he's up to, not wanting the touching to stop. He is as eager as me to continue, and even as I lie there naked before him, his hand creeps back between my legs rubbing that bundle of nerves gently.
"Bring your knees up Bella, put your feet flat on the bed." I move slowly, trying to maintain some control over my body while Jake continues his rubbing. This way is better. I have leverage and I can rock against his hand for more friction. I am beginning to lose control when Jake's hand is suddenly gone. When I open my eyes, he is at the bottom of my bed. "Put your feet further apart and open your knees for me." His voice is rough, his eyes are dark and his breathing is uneven. It takes every ounce of courage I have to heed his request. He said he would lead and now I must follow. I just let instinct take over. I move my feet and let my legs fall apart exposing everything I have to Jacob's hungry gaze. He moves between my spread thighs, stroking my clit once more. "I see you Bella," he whispers and then his mouth is on me. He is the captain of the Enterprise, going where no man has gone before. His tongue starts gently and becomes more insistent as it licks from my entrance to my begging, bursting clitoris. He laps at it gently, then takes it into his mouth, suckling it as he did my nipple a short while ago. I can feel something beginning to build deep inside me and when Jacob pushes first one and then two fingers inside me the damn bursts and I come undone bucking my hips into him, my hands twisted in his hair to keep his mouth where it is.
When I release him from my death grip (I am pleased to see his hair is still attached to his head), and when I can open my eyes long enough to make contact with him, I see only hunger and desire not regret or rejection. He has pushed me over the edge once, but I still want more. I rise to my knees and pull him to his, seeking out his mouth. I don't care that I am naked and he half dressed. I don't care that I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. I only care that he wants me still and I want him again.
My hands are everywhere, feeling his stomach muscles flutter as I brush by, feeling the strength of his thighs as my fingernails bite into the muscle there. And finally my hand finds that delicious bulge again. I cup the solid mass between his legs, trying to get a feel for the actual size of it, as if the outline through his jeans is deceiving.
"I need to see you Jacob." I have never been allowed to look, or touch, only to feel, and tonight I want to see what it is about such equipment that is so fascinating. He takes my hands in his, squeezing reassuringly before letting them go. He gets off the bed and I shuffle to the edge, watching as he slides off his jeans. He is naked beneath them.
They say it is not the size of the wand, but the magic in it, yet this is a mighty impressive wand. I look at Jacob, timidly reaching my hand out towards that part of him that is straining upward. He nods, and I touch him. Slowly at first, delicately running my fingers over the very tip of him, feeling a drop of moisture there. Then trailing down the prominent vein, up and down again.
"I won't break Bella." His voice is strangled, holding himself together. I grip him firmly, wondering at how his skin can be so soft over a part of him that is as hard as a rock, and again I wonder how it will ever fit inside of me. I move my hand up and down, trying to close my fingers around him, hoping the pressure is right. I can feel Jacob's hand on the back of my neck and I feel as if he is steadying me, even though it is he that is unsteady. He begins to move his hips in time with my pumping hand and I am overjoyed that I can have some effect on him. I move my hand to his balls, cupping and hefting the weight of them, feeling how taut the skin has become. I am fascinated and curious and not embarrassed at all. I use his cock to tease him a step forward, closer to me. I kiss him low down on his belly and then trace my tongue along the head of his penis. I like his taste, but as I begin to slide my mouth over him, I feel his discomfort and Jacob steps back away from me. Here it is, the rejection I've been waiting for. I sit back, trying to cover myself and averting my eyes.
"I've told you already not to jump to conclusions," he says. His voice sounding strained. "One day very soon I will teach you how to use your mouth on me. But if you start that now, tonight's chapter will be over and my body has more to say to yours yet."
I have scramble my way to the head of the bed in my need to seek preservation. Jacob crawls lithely up beside me, leaning against the headboard with his long legs stretching endlessly before him and his cock still rigid against his stomach. As I let down my guard and turn to face him, I find myself lifted and pulled by his rough hands until I am straddling him and staring into those dark wanting eyes. He is not finished with me yet. He kisses me again, deep and slow as if nothing matters more than making me want him again. His fingers play their beautiful melody against my skin. Touching and kneading once more. I am grinding against him, and I can feel him pushing back against me in that age old dance of lovers. When he brings his teeth to my ear and bites firmly while his fingers find my core again, I feel a fresh flood of warmth trickling down my thighs. I know he can feel it. He has become wet with my juices as we push against each other in rehearsal for the main event.
"Do you trust me Bella?" he asks one final time.
"Yes Jake ... please..." It is a plea. Please take me now. Make me call your name and then make me lose my words and succumb to the fire that is burning inside of me. Please.
"I'll lead, you follow," he whispers. As I watch he grips himself, positioning himself to enter me. I think again that his cock will never fit in me, that I will surely split in two, but as he pushes slowly inside of me I find that I don't care. He treats my body as if it's made of spun glass, gently rocking with me, pulling out slightly only to push further in and very soon he is completely sheathed inside of me, filling me.
"Oh Jake, you feel so good!" I can't keep still. I am rocking back and forth seeking the friction that will ease the burn inside me.
"That's it honey, find your rhythm. Just like riding the horse." Only it's Jake I'm riding, not Samson and I don't want to stop. My breath is coming quicker and I want to feel him deeper inside of me.
"Mmmhh, harder Jake, please."
He says nothing, but his eyes darken further. With his hands on my hips he starts guiding my movements, pulling and pushing me as he thrusts deeper and harder. I can tell he is close, our rhythm is faltering. I never want it to end but that end is imminent. When I feel his fingers again rubbing circles against my clit I can't hold it together any longer. I hear a voice calling his name, but don't recognise it as my own. I can feel my intimate muscles clamping down on him, clenching and releasing until he too is washed away on this wave and he cums, spurting his seed inside ofme.
When our breathing has steadied and our heartbeats have slowed, Jake kisses me tenderly and lifts me off of him. I can only lie in my bed staring at the ceiling wondering why it hasn't always been like that. A part of me acknowledges that Jake has left my bed and I am wondering if it is a permanent thing when he returns with a warm wash cloth. He opens my legs, cleaning me and I haven't the strength to resist or care.
At some point in the light of the dawn, I regain enough consciousness to know that I have slept. I am now lying face down on my bed and I can feel Jake beside me tracing his fingers up and down my spine. It is sensual, but not sexual. A comforting and comfortable gesture. I turn towards him, smiling and he smiles back at me.
"It's early. Sleep some more." And I do, content and satisfied.
When I wake again, the sun is high in the sky and Jake is no longer beside me.