So, I may or may have not gotten carried away with this chapter. All I know, is that I had put this story on hold to round up what exactly I wanted to do with this.
I found an even bigger inspiration for this story so I just let it all play out from my head.
Hopefully, it's good enough and not too over the top (which was very much intended.)
Thanks for the many favorites, follows and couple of reviews.
WARNING: Explicit smut in this chapter.
Disclaimers: I do not own Twilight.
Chapter 5: Advice You Might Need
Jasper's POV
First things first.
If Bella and I were going to run away, we would need to leave as little to no trace of where we ventured to, even with my wife Alice as a seer.
Bella and I took a quick sprint to Port Angeles where we got acquainted with a very old friend of mine: J. Jenks.
The dark skinned attorney was a bit surprised to have suddenly heard from me after the last time he interacted with myself was when I requested for fake IDs and passports for Jacob and Renesme once we thought the Volturi would kill us all.
He welcomed Bella and I into his office with a nervous smile. Anxious and fear were his main emotions. You'd think he would have gotten over fearing me after all of these years, but apparently not.
I believe the fact that I stayed the same, never aging each and every time I'd visit, was the cause of his subsequent feelings towards me. Regardless of the fact, he still considered me a great customer and would always come through.
"J-Jasper," he took a moment to straighten his blue, striped tie. "What a pleasant surprise to see you and your uh, wife?"
If Bella could blush, she would be. But for a second, I felt a pang of jealousy rush through her as she held my hand.
Jenks chuckled softly, shaking his head. "My mistake... Alice was much more smaller... and this is obviously your sister Bella."
The brunette fixated a glare on the now sweating man. I gave her a side glance, and kept her calm. Wouldn't need any damage done to an old friend.
"We need passports, IDs and whatever else you see fit for disappearing for a while." I looked down at the silent brunette, who in return smiled at me fondly. "And make it fast. I have the money already transferred into an account, but a different one from the usual banking that Alice and I would use when doing business with you."
Jenks dark eyes zipped from Bella and then to me, and then to our hands entwined together. He nervously gulped, reaching in his blazer's front pocket and proceeded to wipe tiny beats of sweat collecting on his forehead. With a heavy sigh exhaled, he nodded his head.
"How fast do you need it done?"
"Fast." Bella finally spoke, her voice chiming. "We're counting on you, Jenks."
The attorney stood and straightened his tie, holding out his hand for me to shake – something he was never bold enough to do whenever I was accompanied with Alice.
Despite the small beads of sweat collected on his dark skin, his emotions seemed genuine, so I held out my hand and firmly shook his; this was something I'd never do – physically interact with a human. Yet here I was, doing that.
With another firm shake, despite my natural cold touch, his lips curved into a broad smile and he nodded his head to me and bowed slightly to Bella.
"It's a pleasure to be doing business with you both again." He chuckled lightly, walking over to the glass doubled doors, holding them open for us. "I'll contact you from the usual number, Mr. Whitlock?"
At said sentence, I stop midway through walking out of his office. Alice was the one to always do the pick-up. If he contacted the usual number, which was hers... she'd be aware of my intentions; my gaze shifts from the confused Jenks to worried and insecure-feeling Bella – Alice'd find out about our intentions and where I planned for us to go. . .
Damn it.
"Cancel the whole transaction." I firmly say, grasping Bella's hand and walking at a fast-human pace out of that fuckin' office.
Once we were out of that dreaded office and building, I let go of Bella and slammed myself in one of the stone benches, covering my face with my hands.
I was beginning to think this was a mistake.
How the hell could I agree to run away with my sister-in-law? True, I admitted to her being my mate... but what if in time these feelings diminished? It was happening with Alice. She claimed to be my true mate and brought sunshine to my miserable life – but now all she was bringing me was nothing, actually. I wasn't ask attracted to her as I used to be. I wasn't feeling from her and I'd get the feeling that ny reluctance to touch her was driving a wedge between us. The same thing could happen to Bella and I. What if I was just blinded right now? What if this was all just some little game I played? Was I, The Major even destined for a mate?
The feeling of her touching my hand paused my thoughts.
"Jasper?" Her octave tone was such a melody. "What are you thinking right now. . . because you're starting to worry me."
The pads of her soft fingers gingerly stroked over my hands and I could hear her unnecessary breathing, very unnecessarily close. I moved my hands from my face, not surprised at how close she was to me; nose-to-nose.
Her topaz eyes showed vulnerability. Her emotions were wrapped with confusion, desperation and worry. She stared into my eyes, opening her mouth to say something – but I place a finger on her soft lips, silencing her soon-to-be question.
"We should just go back home and face this, Bella." I sigh, turning my head the other way so I wouldn't have to see her saddened and ridiculed, beautiful face. I could feel it; the hurt, the sadness, the sense of rejection. And it pained me. It spread the pain of extreme heartache like a wave washing over me.
"What?" She shook her head. "Jasp – what do you. . ." She paused, closing her eyes. I was expecting her to silently sob and agree with me, realizing that what we were trying to do was absolutely wrong, but she doesn't.
Bella's snap open and she narrows her eyes, grabbing my chin and making me face her. "What the hell, Jazz?!" Anything but that. "Why?"
Her anger is now seething but I calm her down against her will, which makes her even more angered; it's like my pathokinesis gift was blocked off – not by her mental shield but by her own strong emotions.
Bella stood in front of me, bending down to my level. Her now dark eyes glowed with such intense anger. And instead of protesting, she planted herself in my lap and pressed her lips fiercely against my own.
She growled into the kiss, grabbing my head and me automatically wrapped arms around her slender waist and using my hands to grab the marvelousness that was her ass. I couldn't resist. I was like metal and she was like a magnet.
Before long, Bella let me go– something that had me groan in disapproval.
Bella removed my hands and sat herself down on the bench, scooting over as far as she could get from me.
"That right there just proved my point exactly, Jasper." She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.
Brushing my curly locks from my face, I face her and grimace at the distance.
But remain silent from what she was saying. Because the good part of me did not want to admit that she was right.
"You're going to play that game?" She seethes, her sassiness laced in her tone.
I gulp hard feeling as if something was stuck in the back of my throat.
Bella stands up and begins to slowly walk away; without looking back. Her hips swaying with each step and her ass jiggling through the wool tights. A glorifying sight. I could only imagine what she looked like from the front...
I was expecting her to turn around and eventually stop, but she kept walking.
I just sat there.
Still.
Waiting.
Frozen.
Face that of a lost puppy, jaw stiffened and eyes darkened.
I began to feel a dull burn in my throat – her scent wasn't gone, but it was faint. Too faint for me to handle. I needed to feel her and smell her. I needed to be near her. I couldn't fathom with the little traces of her fucking strawberry scent lingering in the air.
I stood and dashed with fleet vampiric speed. Too fast for any human to see or notice and immediately upon finding her, I grasped her by the arm and crushed her body against mine.
And that's exactly what she was.
Mine.
Bella gazed into my eyes adorningly; she pushed her body further into my arms, her plump breasts bruising against my chest and softness in between her legs, brushing up against my thigh, making my dick harden. Oh, I wanted her.
Wanted her legs around my waist, mouth on my lips and all over her body, ass in my hands. I wanted Bella. I wanted my mate.
I inhaled deeply, immediately feeling an electrifying sensation course through my veins. Bella always smelled divine.
"You're mine." I found myself consciously thinking out loud, to which she heard.
"Then run away with me." The brunette challenged. She fluttered her eyes closed, those thick, luscious lashes brushing up against my chiseled cheeks. Bella was curious. That one emotion radiated off from her inner core. Without conscious thought she had begun to stroke my cheeks with her fingers and although they often trembled– from her apparent nervousness; she eventually calmed herself without any of my help and ran a finger down to my jaw, feeling the hard scars from bite wounds that were not undetectable to the vampire eye.
"And don't you dare tell me that this is wrong ever again." She later sighs, feeling the unforgettable scars that continued down below my collar. I could remember when she first awoke as a vampire. The way her eyes gazed at me in fascination at the fact that my scars were now visible.
She wasn't afraid like most; she was emphatic and wanted to touch me. And I was very much tempted to allow her but I stopped myself. She wasn't mine to allow that. I couldn't share my vulnerability with another man's wife. But that was then and now, it was different.
As I pressed my lips to her neck and planted wet yet tender kisses to one single spot that made her softly moan a symphony in my ears, Bella lay her cheek against mine and smelled my scent– spicy and musky wood which felt like it gave her pulse and made her mouth go dry.
"I didn't ask to just suddenly feel like you belonged to me and that we were mates." She blurted out. "But I know that this feeling is right and I don't think anyone that I've ever met can compare to how I feel and felt about you, Jasper– not even Edward. It was never this strong."
Her words make my eyes water and dead heart clench. I hold her tighter as she continues, "I know people always say that your first love is the person you compare everyone to, and I know that I said Edward was my first love. . . but maybe those people have it all wrong. And I know for a fact that I had it all wrong. You're the person I find myself drawn to and the person who I know is my true mate. My soul mate, Jasper." - "So stop this self-doubt and let's just go like you said we would. To hell with it– remember?"
I nod my head because it's all I am able to do without breaking down from how much I loved her, already.
She grasps my hand and tightly squeezes it.
We begin to walk– to where, I don't know. But we just held hands and walked. Walked to wherever our feet took us. And this was a feeling I didn't mind. Alice and Edward were far from my mind and not my prime concern anymore.
It was Bella.
My mate.
.
.
.
Bella and I found ourselves at the border of Washington and Montana. It was the evening time now and we were quite thirsty.
But along the way of us just walking like any loving couple and the quick sprints along the tree lines of the highway and interstate sections, we talked and got to know each other on a more deeper level. We were still talking, sharing a laugh here and there.
But then, there was me asking that question.
"What is it exactly that you think we should do?" I ask, stroking my thumb over the palm of her hand, as we walked along an open road with little-to-no-cars passing by, possibly having already crossed into Montana, far away from Forks.
Bella was silent before a small smile plastered on her pale face that sparkled in the sun. I found a new love of watching the way her skin shined under the setting sun. It was subtle yet made her porcelain, beautiful skin glow.
"I want us to be normal. Act human. Discover things about ourselves– things we don't already know. Things that we can only find out by being together with each other, Jazz."
It was settled.
Bella was gonna' be the motherfucking death of me.
It was a request beyond ludicrous– because we were vampires and it was my utmost duty to refrain from human contact at all times... but for her; anything. And I felt like she'd be there and give me the strength and erase any type of vulnerability I had to humans. Help fix The Major.
"And how do you suppose we start, darlin'?" I held up our interlocked hands, her eyes dancing over the way we sparkled together. "I think we'd easily stick out like a sore thumb to any crowd from the way we sparkle like fuckin' disco balls."
Bella shrugged her shoulders and swung our hands as we walked at a human pace. "Like Forks, there are definitely other places with cloudy climates... besides, the way we start off, is. . . now."
At the sudden purr of an engine singing in my ears, I turn around to the open road behind us, seeing from afar, a mustard yellow Hummer truck riding at a steady speed towards us.
She was going to do it.
She held up her thumb and watched with a smile and wink of her eye, the driver who was a middle-aged male stopped the car and let down his tinted windows.
His eyes roamed over our sparkling skin and he nodded, a small smirk forming under the heavily messy blonde mustache on his tanned face.
"I was expecting you." He said, as I helped Bella into the truck. She slid over in the middle and I climbed in next to her, slamming the door shut.
Both the brunette and I took note of what he said, instead choosing to keep quiet and allow him to resume driving.
He was indeed a human – his blood smelled slightly appealing. But not enough to make Bella nor I want to drink him dry. We could control our thirst.
His emotions however were a bit. . . unsettling. He seemed anxious. Not fearful, but anxious. About what, I had no idea.
As he kept his blue eyes on the road, they'd occasionally flicker back to Bella and I.
"So, uh, where are you two headed?" He asked, tapping his thumb on the leather steering wheel.
"We're lover on the run." Bella put it into simpler terms, earning a small smile from me. Her voice was teasing. I leaned over to kiss her cheek, all while still eyeing the strange man.
"I see..." He nodded his head. "S-So... I'm ready."
Bella and I gave a glance to each other.
"Pardon?" I say, raising an eyebrow at the change of emotion.
He stopped the truck, gulping. But let out a heavy sigh. "I know this is a sort of protocol you assassins have to make your clients feel better about welcoming death by parading around as normal people... but I'm ready now. I hired you for a reason and I hope you get the job done quickly and painlessly as the ad promised."
...
"We're... not assassins hired to kill you." Bella trails off, biting her bottom lip.
"We actually are lovers on the run..." I add to the silence, half smiling at the tinge of happiness that radiated even brighter off of Isabella.
We could tell he was considering what was said.
Because all of a sudden, he burst out laughing and his fluttering heart calmed down a peak, back into a normal beat count. Sighing in relief, the blonde man touched his chest and grinned sheepishly.
"That was a close one. For a second there, I thought you guys came to kill me like I requested–" But all of a sudden, before Bella or I could even save him, a metal arrow shot through the window and pierced the middle of his head, killing him instantly.
Bella and I looked up to see a black cruiser with the just same tinted windows speeding away.
Her eyes flickered from me, to the car, to the dead man next to us. And then to the blood trickling down from his wound/kill-shot.
"Bella, don't you even think–" It was already too late. She sunk her teeth into his neck and drank him dry, to the very last drop.
I watched as she licked drops of blood from her plump lips and sighed in content, before turning back to me with a small frown.
"I'm sorry, Jasper... I couldn't help myself – and when I meant being human, this was not what I had in mind." She quietly explained, twiddling her thumbs.
It couldn't be helped. She did still have her newborn tendencies and he was dead. I pat her head, and nod. "It's alright, darlin'." Besides... she did look sexy drinking blood like that.
"And this guy apparently had a death wish." I motion to the shovel in the backseat, then to the other side of the road: Lush pasturelands.
"We could bury 'em, say a prayer or two for him and move on to where ever we're headed." I suggest, to which she silently nods, reaching over the front seat to grab the shovel.
With that settled, I grab his body and heave him over my shoulder, making sure to of course dislodge the arrow from his head.
After we finished our little objective, strangely bonding over burying a dead man. . . it was just open road for Bella and I.
She turned on the radio. Admired the nice interior of our deceased friend's Hummer truck, and I was able to find a pack of cigarettes. Something I did in secret away from Alice and something Bella didn't judge me on. Which made her even better for me.
Even though cigarettes did nothing for me being as I am a vampire, it was a great distraction from the things going on in my mind. Did I care to share? – No.
Bella leaned her head on the window, her now dulled brown colored eyes concealed by sunglasses, watching the world we passed by. She tapped her foot to the song blasting from the stereo, her mood apparently content and neutral.
I came to like the way we clicked; silence or active. Either way, we fit together just perfectly.
I drove a rather great distance along the slightly deserted roads of Montana as the sun continued to set. It was like Forks, but sunny. Just a lot of lush, forests. Probably crawling with animals.
I swallowed back what felt like vile; I could hold my thirst a little longer.
"Need to hunt, Jazz?" Bella chimed right on cue. She took off the circular-framed sunglasses she found on the dashboard, plastering a small smile on her face.
"Pull over at that restaurant right there."
I give her a skeptical look before complying.
As I maneuver the yellow truck into an empty parking space, reluctance fills my core. This was an eatery for humans – I refused to feed on any for the sake of my thirst.
"Bella," I start, as she climbs out the truck and breezes over to my side, opening the door for me. "Any type of animal will do. I'm not comfortable with hunting hu –"
She silences me by kissing me gently, a twinkle in her topaz eyes now turned dull brown from her previous human-feeding.
"Trust me?" Bella raises an eyebrow.
With a sigh, I nod.
She grasps my hand and we head inside the joint; it's rather dark, yet western looking. Ironically like my past. And to make the bitter remembrance even worse, there that sweet, sickly smell of pure, human blood.
I automatically cringe, covering my nose as if it'd be any help, but Bella keeps a firm hold on my hand.
"Jasper, breathe."
I shake my head.
"Baby, trust me." She never called me baby before...
We reach a receptionist desk, automatically greeted by a short, perky female. . . vampire.
Her thin lips curve into bright smile, as she flips her candi-curled blonde hair and bounces on her two feet, chiming in an overly vivacious tone, "Hiii~, how are you?" She flitted beside Bella and sniffed her neck, even doing so to me. I suppose I'm the only one that noticed Bella's small glare. "Welcome to YGRO's!"
Her voice was annoying tooth-achey. Equivalent to the type of feeling a human child would get from eating too much candy. All slow, yet loud and bubbly.
"I'll have you two, like so seated right away!" She waved us over, dashing to an empty table.
The intoxicating smell of blood became even more overwhelming for me. My throat was already burning; I hadn't been this thirsty since. . . Bella's party after feeling everyone's curdling emotions. I tightly grasp Bella's hand again, pulling her close to me, breathing in her strawberry scent instead.
The perky vampire with the name of Beverley, as stated from the small name tag clipped to her short red and white dress has us seated at a booth. Bella sits on one side and oh, so insists I be on the other.
With a sigh, I slide into the booth, staring at Bella, and her only. A distraction. That's what I needed.
"Hello thereee~," yet another overly perky voice bounces from afar. A tall, bulky male vampire with the same red and white attire and a head full of short blond curled hair breezes over to our table. "You guys are so lucky. It's happy hour time, so everything is free." He takes out a notepad and pen. "How may I take your order?"
Knitting my eyebrows together, I turn to Bella and she smiles in return. What was this place? Who were these people?!
"We'll take two blood Mary's... O-positive for me and for Jasper –"
"I'm a... vegetarian vampire." I lowly say, not so much ashamed, but attempting to refrain from talking. My mouth was dry. I felt like just sinking my teeth into anything at the moment. A rat even.
"Ooh, we've only had your kind once or twice." He chirped to me, oddly winking in a flirtatious manner.
I raise an eyebrow, not even daring to watch as he, with vampiric speed rushes over to an area I assumed was the kitchen or whatever this place used to serve their "food".
Bella folds her arms on the table and leans her body closer, those beautiful breasts of hers perked up from her current position. She smiles slyly at my eyes resting on her mounds and shimmies herself forward.
"Like what you see?"
I groan, screwing my eyes shut. "Bella, please –" she must wanted to me just lose control and jump across the table, fucking her right then and there. Because that's all I've thought about now that we officially established ourselves as lovers.
"Please what?" She coyly questions, tilting her head to the side, her lustrous brunette, curled locks following suit.
I lick my lips at her batting her eyelashes and the smell of intense arousal permeating from where she sat.
Other than the smell of blood and scents of other vampires occupying this joint, I was feeling mainly thirsty from the way Bella was soaked for me. I had yet to touch her but found myself breathing in order to control my emotions.
I quickly changed the subject, just as the male vampire with the nametag reading Buddy, came over carrying a tray of two large martini glasses. Who's drink being whose easily distinguishable.
"How do you know about this place?" I ask, downing most of the animal blood I determined was deer. Buddy appeared with a other glass, to which I drank as twice as fast and then he appeared with another. This time I chose to sip it; it'd cool my thirst faster if I didn't drink so much at once.
"Whisper if you need anything," he chimes in a sing-song tone.
Bella takes a gulp of her O-positive blood Mary. . . A sexy sight at her grazing that sleek tongue over those lips, licking up any trace of blood.
"Keep this a secret, but Rose once took me here." Bella confessed, downing the rest of her "drink".
I snicker, shaking my head.
"What?" She girlishly giggles. "We don't exactly see eye-to-eye, but that doesn't mean that we can't hang out like normal women..."
I this time laugh, feeling more refreshed after having three glasses of deer blood. "It's not that. . ."
She nudges me with her foot under the table. "Then what is it, Jasper?"
My lips curve into a wry smile, letting a shrug play on my shoulders. "I thought you were straight up clean. Remember what you said before you were changed?"
She was going down memory lane and from the look that engraved in the features of her face, she would be blushing if she was still human.
Reaching for her hand, I pull her over the table, to sit in the booth beside me.
The brunette curled up beside me, glancing up through her thick lashes with a cute grin plastered on her face. I kissed her forehead, leaning back into the cushions of the booth.
It was a nice relative silence.
"What does YGRO stand for anyway, darlin'?" I find myself asking, as my eyes zip across the multiple numbers of affectionate vampires stationed in the joint. There were bright lights that decorated the dark brown walls and a disco-ball spinning at the top of the ceiling. Some dance music played over speakers and then a bell rang.
I had no idea what the bell meant, until I noticed every vampire either stop what they were doing or unfreeze from their spot.
"What's going on?"
Bella knit her eyebrows together, "I... don't know. Rosalie and I only stayed for about ten minutes having a drink or two. We've never stayed this long." In fact, he had been here for more than two hours. I didn't even notice.
At fleet speed, the bubbly Beverley flitted over grasping Bella's hand. She hugged her tight and then turned to me, grabbing my collar and before I knew it, kissed me.
"You better get the hell away from my mate –" Bella was shut up by the over-friendly female vampire kissing her as well. But their kiss was much more slow, sensual. I know most males got turned on by girl-on-girl action but I detested anyone touching Bella or having their lips on hers for that matter. Female or not.
"It's like, time for the orgy, Bella." She turned to the next vampire within her sight and tackled him to the ground, ripping off the top of her attire to expose her small breasts.
I blinked twice.
Bella stood stunned at the amount of action going on between all of the vampires – close to 30, kissing, sensually touching and some even fucking each other.
And then, as if I got a kick in the ass from The Major, I put it all together.
Ygro equaled Orgy backwards.
The heavy emotions of lust and sexuality began to flood my system and I knew I had to get the hell up out of there. Especially when a female tapped my shoulder and a male had his red, beady eyes fixated on Bella. My Bella.
I grasped her hand and pulled her out of there, running back to the truck.
We both entered the Hummer with that same ominous slam of the door and settle into the leather seats. It was past nine at night now and there was a rather awkward silence set in the atmosphere.
I mean, who the hell could be normal after unknowingly visiting a vampire joint in Montana that practiced in group sex and were filled with overly perky vampires from all over the world?
"I can't believe you let that Beverley-bitch kiss you, Jasper." The brunette blurted over the silence.
"I can't believe you let her kiss you, too Bella." I say back, earning a snicker from her. "Seems to me like ya' enjoyed it more than I did." I use the sleeve of my shirt to wipe my mouth, hoping to erase any trace of that just happening.
Bella instead winked an eye at me and grazed that sleek, pink tongue over her plump lips, as if she was savoring the moment.
"Damn, I never knew my mate was bisexual..." I jokingly tease, knowing deep down that she dreaded that kiss from another vampire, let alone a female one.
I let a chuckle trill from the back of my throat and her tinkling laughter joins in.
"She was like, so weird." Bella mocks Beverley's annoying voice, while cocking her head to the side in a ditzy way.
We laugh some more, before falling into a comfortable silence.
And then, I look at her.
She looks at me.
And it happened.
With swift speed, I pulled her onto my lap, attacking her mouth with mine.
The kiss was lucid; wild and wet, sloppy yet passionate. My tongue had it's own objective and that was finding hers. The mixture of her lust, anxiousness and excite set me off the edge.
I knew at the moment of us passionately making out, that I'd have sex with her right here and right now. It was no going back in any of what we were doing. From what we were going to be doing, to us running away in the first place.
It was already decided that she was mine. And I had no intentions of not fucking what belonged to me.
Bella paused our kiss just so she could sit herself up off of my lap and my hardened member to gently but swiftly remove her tights and laced underwear; after all, it was the only clothes that she had and we actually had no money to buy new ones.
I doubt walking around with ripped clothes was a fashion trend for the humans.
She unfastened my belt buckle, her emotions turning into straight apprehension due to the fact that we were actually going through with this and while I could have easily arranged her emotions to feel nothing but calm and excite, some things were better done manually. Natural.
I held out my hands, to which she, without hesitation took and helped her to straddle my lap. She kept her eyes on me and not on my dick. Her darkened eyes showed such innocence; innocence I've never seen before and innocence I did not understand.
She and Edward had sex, a lot. That was already determined... So why was she so nervous in being with me?
I pulled her hips forward.
"This is basically our first time. . ." Bella awkwardly chuckled. "It's like I'm a virgin all over again."
I took a moment to pause and just stare at her.
"If this is our first time, darlin'..."
She placed a finger on my lips. "Not that you calling me darlin' in your sexy southern accent doesn't make me giddy and happy... but you'll have to come up with something else to call me." The brunette narrowed her eyes. "You call Alice darlin'."
At the sudden mention of my wife, I glance down at the wedding ring I had just noticed I still had on. She too looked at hers. A few moments passed, one of her hands left mine to reach and slid the ring off of her finger. She tossed it somewhere in the backseat, beginning to slowly move her hips and rub her wet center all over my thighs, hips and twitching dick.
Bella looked down in between us. Her first initial movement was slow, like an experiment. And as her swollen clit moved up and down my shaft, her excitement quickly built up and the excruciatingly slow pace increased. I kept my hands on her hips, guiding in a way that was teasing for her and enough satisfaction for me. Those beautiful eyes of hers fluttered shut and I knew she was close.
Even my unnecessary breathing was hitched. All I could smell was her juicy arousal. The strawberries and slight peppermint; water lilies, freesia. The O-positive blood she drank earlier coursing through her still veins. Damn, she smelled good and felt good all the same.
"Do it now, sugar." I commanded with screwed shut eyes. Her emotions changed quickly between lust, anticipation, trust, and finally settled on acceptance. She didn't need my help to lift her hips higher than before. Bella bit her plump bottom lip, gazing at me through her lashes as she slowly slid down my shaft. And wow, was she so fucking tight. . . she felt warm. Her inner walls were practically suffocating my dick.
The feeling of her just sitting on top of me made her cum the first time; that was my cue to let her begin grinding and rocking on me. As my hands slowly guided her hips, the sway was a slow build up.
I found myself using one hand to remove the sweater and shirt she wore all without trying to rip them in the process.
"Jas-per," she tightly gripped my shoulders. I leaned forward a bit and kissed and nipped at her beautiful breasts. Rolling my tongue and gently biting down on each pink, hardened nipple.
Her rocking become more feverish and I automatically met her movements, moving my hands from her hips and grabbing her ass. She was tightening around me. "Fuck! Jasper!" I kept up my upward thrusting as she came a second time, the pleasure of her climax never taking away her energy.
She still wanted more and I hadn't finished yet. We had all night for fuck's sake.
The air eventually became sticky and uncomfortable, but neither of us could bring ourselves to care; all we wanted at the moment was each other.
As Bella erotically bounced on top of me, squeezing my swollen dick every time she took me in, my eyes would trail down from her bouncing breasts to the Alice's wedding band burning my left ring finger.
The stupid piece of jewelry felt like such a burden, so I held Bella against my chest, a hand to squeeze her ass, silencing her moans of protest, taking the moment of us pausing our fuck in order to quickly remove the ring and toss it behind me.
That's exactly where it was right now. Behind me in the past and not in front of me for the future.
That action did nothing but please my Bella who began gyrating her hips, utterly making me speechless, slurring her beautiful full name and swearing obscenities. I could feel her ass jiggling against his thighs and my mind going numb. She was too good at this.
Able to please not just me, but also The Major. I had to keep my breathing steady or else I risked losing control and letting that deep emotion coming from down below in my inner core take over.
Bella rolled her hips and I dove for her chest, hungrily sucking her tits while gingerly using fingers from the free hand not hold her jiggling ass to roam over her clit. She began to move faster to the stroke of my fingers, and her insides felt like they were on fire.
I knew that neither of us had no intentions to stop as I finally came long and hard and she continued bouncing on top of me.
It's very much decided– all I wanted to do was just put our lips all over this lil' missy's body; cum deep inside of her and tell 'er how beautiful she was at the oddest hours of the day. Make her need my love, not want it.
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