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Chapter 5
Tip of the tongue
My hands stay busy as I prep my study. I just purchased a new couch for this room and added a nice selection of classical fiction and trashy romance novels to entice the little human into my lair. I chuckle to myself at the word. I know I'm on Bella-sitting duty today while the others hunt and I want the girl to spend time in here. My space. She will get her scents on everything. I've put soft furnishings all over the room to capture her intoxicating aroma. If I can get a repeat of the lake, or maybe even a demonstration of what she's learned from what I taught her, I will soak the stupid fucking throw pillows in her arousal.
I palm my cock at the idea of lying face down in a pillow soaked in her. The small taste I had gotten from her in the lake has somehow magnified my obsession. I strategically place things about the room as traps of sorts. Anything to snare my prey. I know as well as anyone that when there is something you want, there is no such thing as overkill in prep work. I'm managing a nifty little block for Alice's visions, not sure how, but I won't look that gift-horse in the mouth. The top layer of my mind is filled with thoughts of my time in the wars to keep Edward from peeking too deep.
I only feel a little bad for what I'm doing to him and Alice. They're just so fucking dumb and boring and I'm not in the mood to do shit the honorable way when the honorable way has room for error. My quest is too important. My want. That annoying little itch in my brain that's been begging to be scratched has turned into a fucking wildfire of need. I need Bella. I need her warm skin against mine. I need her hot breath on my neck as she spasms and quivers on my cock. Her cute little bird hands would tangle themselves up in my hair, and I would feel her pull with all her might and still not get a single strand out of my skull. I could crush her hips if I was too hard on her, but I wouldn't dare. I'd just as soon have her sit on my face as punishment for thinking such terrible things while she reads her favorite novels in here. Don't judge me. I, for one, would make an excellent seat. I would make the experience worth it. Distracting, but worth it.
The front door is open, and my favorite little toy has arrived. I don't want to seem over eager, but already I can feel her lust and anticipation. She wants her lusts fulfilled. Her warm, freckled, rosy human body satisfied. She knows we'll be alone. I know she didn't tell on me as there have been no futile attempts on my life, so she obviously doesn't want to give up the game yet. I'm hunting for Edwards little lamb, and I will sink my teeth in as soon as the 'lion' isn't looking.
He's spouting some fucking verse poetry at her as a romantic goodbye, and I feel her frustration. She sighs,
"I'll miss you too, Edward…" she laughs, "I'll be fine. Jasper's doing a lot better than you think. He can control himself. He won't bite me." I'm not doing better. I can't control myself. I probably won't bite her… probably. She kisses him and my lip twitches into a sneer. I know the little virgin has no follow-through, but I don't like sharing my things. And she's mine. There's no way he's as consumed by her as I am. I would give her anything she wanted. She wants a severed head? Done. No questions asked. She wants a specific severed head? As she wishes. Don't much care about who's. She wants a fucking pen? Whatever, take it. See? I'm much better suited for her. I'm willing to sacrifice for her. To provide for her.
I can hear her climbing the steps toward my study. I'm twitching with excitement in my seat. My hands are clawing out scratches into the underside of my desk to invite a mess into my space. I toe at the wood shavings on the floor to ease my anticipation. I can't seem overly-eager or she won't beg for it. I want her to want it so bad she's crawling and begging and fucking crying out for anything I will give her.
The door creaks open and her scent floods the room. "Jasper? You in here?" She whispers.
"Come on in, Bella." I smile brightly in her direction. She's nervous and filled with desire. When her eyes land on my face a tidal wave of white-hot lust washes over me and I struggle not to growl and tear through my desk to get to her. I see those eyes take in my body, watching her scan me as I wait patiently for her to begin speaking. I try to keep my face as neutral and impassive as possible. I like her all nervous and flushed.
"What's on the agenda for the day?" She asks meekly. I take the opening to inspect her outfit and it is very much approved. She's sporting another sundress and I can tell her underwear is less than decent from where I'm sitting. The dress is a relatively open weave for my advanced vision. I can see a cute little thong sitting loosely on her hips and I revisit my face-sitting fantasy while I let her wait for my response.
I finally smirk and say, "I've added some classics and other store-suggested literature to my collection so that you would have something to read while you are here. Feel free to peruse at your leisure." I absolutely handpicked all the books. I could take no risks with getting MY human horny. People have very specific tastes. She is new, ready to be molded. I need to know what she desires, without shame flooding her. Shame's not a sexy feeling for an empath to experience during sex.
Bella drops her bag in the corner and steps over to the bookcase. Did I mention I placed them on the top shelf? She will have to reach for them. She may not be able to and so I can slip in behind her and grind against her ass. I would assist her. It's the least I can do. I'm ready to provide aid if it's something I see fit. And I would love to make my cock fit inside a variety of her available openings. Or my tongue. In fact, my tongue is tingling in anticipation, waiting for the right opportunity to offer its services.
The little Swan reaches up and grabs one of the trashy romance novels off the shelf before walking over and settling against the arm of the couch. But for a brief second, I eye her out of my peripheral vision and if my heart could beat it would have stopped at the sight. As she reached up to grab it, that breezy little dress of hers rose up, exposing her ass for my viewing pleasure. Just as I planned. As she settles herself on the couch I'm offered another fucking delicacy. A direct eye-line to her delectable sex. Bare, save for that tiny piece of fabric she considers underwear. I will not relax until she sits that sweet ass of hers onto my face. It's decided. I've decided that's what's on the agenda.
She fidgets and presses her knees together and I know she's reached one of the many sexual encounters the book is describing. I can smell a fresh rush of her heavenly scent and I chuckle. "I can smell you, Bella. It's obvious you're enjoying your selection, but why do your emotions tell me you're frustrated and uncomfortable." I know why, I want her to ask me to take care of it.
She blushes and swallows, "Well… the book is quite.. uh… detailed. It sounds pleasant to experience. I just… Edward would never… at this point I don't even want to bother asking. It's obvious that he doesn't want me that way."
I see her angle, but I won't be the one to push. She's using the same excuse trying to feel out if my feelings for her are worth the risk. If she wants to get what she wants out of me, she's going to have to go out on a limb and actually let me know she's okay with taking a risk of endangering her relationship with Edward, because I'm taking a risk too. I need her to meet me on the ledge we've been tiptoeing on.
"I'm sorry, sweet Bella. That must be agonizing for you. It's torture to get worked up and left hanging. Without a way to find release…" I let the word hang there and now it's her turn to dance. I want her to tell me it's me she wants. I know she does. I can feel it. I can fucking smell it. I want to hear it.
She shifts again and I see the flush spread across her face. Her breath quickens and her heart is picking up the pace. Her anxiety is rising as she breaks eye contact with me and I know she's embarrassed to ask me, but she needs this as much as I do.
"I.. uh, was thinking. ..About you.. and what happened at the lake. Um. I don't know if… maybe you got caught up in my feelings or something?... I don't know. But it was really nice. Of you, I mean. Haha.." she glanced all around the room, and back at me like a nervous wreck before clearing her throat and continuing: "…Then the other night you helped me out with my... problem. I just… maybe wanted to do something again… maybe?" She ended it like a question. I'll take it. We'll work on her confidence later. I'll have her satisfied in no time. You need not worry concerned citizen, the hero has arrived.
I rise from my seat and lift her off the couch. She lets out an adorable surprised noise as I pull her gently by her fingertips, gesturing her to walk somewhat closer to me, and she does. This gives me enough room to circle her, slowly, inspecting her with my eyes first, then my hands. I run a finger down her spine. She lets out a shaky exhale. I continue walking over to her front as I reach out to place my thumb up against her delicious lower lip, pulling it down and releasing it from her teeth. So fucking hot, I can practically taste her already. I step one foot between hers and close our distance until I am inches away from her. I can feel her breath on my face. Her scent is intoxicating. "I need to fucking taste you, Bella."
I slowly drop to my knees in front of her and pray to my fucking goddess of mess and beauty and slide my hands up the outside of her porcelain legs. I keep my intense gaze locked on to those deep brown doe eyes of hers, checking for hesitation, but find none. In its place was mere nervous anticipation. She's excited. Good. I stay silent, savoring her lust, sensing her heart racing inside her chest as I continue further down.
My fingertips leave a trail of alabaster goosebumps in their wake as my hands slide down her sides. I press into the warm, soft flesh of her hips, hooking my fingertips behind the waistband of her underwear and I drag them down slowly. I peek down to catch a glimpse at the strip in the center of her thong and see it's a noticeably darker blue than the cerulean fabric of the rest of it. I felt a low growl of predatory hunger involuntarily escape from my mouth. I want to lick it, but I don't. Instead, I place them in my back pocket for later, don't judge me. I lift the bottom of her dress up and over my head.
I'm now inches from her soaking wet folds and my mouth is over flooded with venom. The tingle on my tongue is electric as it anticipates the undiluted essence of Bella. Edward's human is dripping for me. My hand slides up around the back of her leg, dragging one along her inner thigh and brush my fingertips up against her wetness, slipping them between those drenched petals briefly and smear it down her leg. I press my lips against the soft flesh of her inner thigh, kissing my way up to that trail I left. I lick and taste her, finally, and my tongue is ecstatic at her sublime flavor. I feel my eyes immediately shift and darken. She tastes so fucking good. Alive. She's trembling and gasping at my agonizingly slow touches, but I need to tease her into this if I want her desperate enough to sit on my face for the rest of the afternoon as I tongue at her exquisite pussy. It's not like I need to breathe. It makes perfect sense that she should sit on me, it's only logical. I shouldn't have to explain myself.
The tip of my nose runs up her slit and I press it against her clit and place open mouth kisses on her outer lips. She's shaking. She's flooding. My tongue slips out languidly and I begin to press it to the outside of her, in her creases where her legs meet her mound. The flat of my tongue rakes horizontally to the other crease on the other side taking care to dip against her clit along the path, but not focus on it. She's panting and shifting to get me closer to where she wants me. I can feel her frustration, but still I tease. Keeping myself from just digging in and devouring her sweet pussy is torture for me, too, but it's all part of the plan. My hands grip the place where her ass becomes the back of her thigh and I squish it and pull it apart slightly allowing my tongue to snake lengthwise along her center. She cries out and begs me,
"Jasper, please… help me I need it. I feel like I'm going to burst."
"I am helping you Bella, but I understand if you need to be more comfortable." I grin and slip out of the underside of her dress connecting eyes with her. Her face is red and her breath is ragged and her eyes are desperate. She's fucking breathtakingly beautiful in this state. I grab some pillows and a throw blanket off of the couch and lie down on the floor.
"Sit on my chest, darlin'. Face me and I will make sure you get what you're looking for."
She doesn't hesitate to follow the command. She's aching to finish. I can feel it. Her juices are leaking onto my shirt, and I am furious that I didn't think to take that off before she sat down. I would have loved to feel her trail her wetness directly on my chest. I could feel it pool in the divots of my scars. I could rub at it while she sits on me. I could play with it and spread it around and fucking use it to coat my entire body. I want to swim in her. I lift her ass and pull her up, over my face, but before I place her against my lips I tell her, "Relax for me and keep reading. It will help." I tell her to read to keep her distracted, but I know I won't hear any pages turning.
I settle her lips against my lips and I open up and fuck that precious hole with my tongue, rubbing my nose against her clit. I'm hungry and I want to devour this hot, wet morsel in my mouth. I can hear her gasp and moan as she grinds down against me. That's such a good girl, grind for me, baby girl. You're doing great. Scream my name as I languidly lick and nuzzle your perfect pussy. So fucking wet it's dripping down my cheeks, my chin, into my eyes. Fuuuck this is heaven. Her taste is nirvana and I feel transcended in my duties as her seat for the day. I grip onto her thighs and pull, pressing her harder against my mouth. I tense my tongue so it will go as deep as it can into her hole and flick at her inner walls. I can feel them fluttering. I can feel the pulse in her clit against my nose and upper lip as she grinds into my face. She started out nervous, but now she's just being greedy. I don't blame her. So am I. She pulls her dress up to show me her drooly, bright red, flushed face, biting her lip, seemingly at a loss for words. That look wasn't the only thing telling me she's close, but I don't want to stop here. I moan into her pussy and suck that precious bundle of nerves into my mouth. I roll it around on my tongue and nip at it while my chin anchors her entrance. Oh god I've never tasted anything better. My eyes are rolling back as her emotions soak into me and I give that tasty pearl a flick of the tongue and a suck, ravaging her entrance with my lower lip to topple her into her orgasm and she gushes all over my face. There is a gush of wetness and I eagerly swallow it. Most of it. Fuck… she squirted. She squirted into my mouth and all over my face and she hasn't stopped rocking her hips. She's allowing me to drink from her virgin pussy and she's squirting into my mouth and I swear I could die right now and be happy.
I'm painfully hard but I will bide my time until she's as obsessed with me as I am with her. You don't get to be my age without a little patience. Patience and strategy.
Her shouts and pants and gasps fill the air as she rides out that wave. She tries to get up but I hold her still and say, "You don't have to move, sweetheart. We have all night and I don't need to breathe. They won't be back until morning."
She nods and settles back against my face and I'm in bliss as I lick and suck and clean her. I'm so proud of my girl. She's getting exactly what I deserve. I've fucking earned this. I planned it and executed it perfectly and now the rewards are mine and she is mine and I'm not sharing so if I have to kill Edward, I will. Then I will present her with the pieces and collect my reward. I shove my tongue in her hole and get back to work. I never realized how badly I wanted to be a chair.
BPOV
PART 2
SITTING PRETTY
Looks like it's Bella babysitting duty again. Edward's paranoia over my safety has once again led me to another night over at the Cullen's household. The usual happens, Charlie gets that call from Alice, getting him off their trail, all flustered and distracted. Still not sure how to feel about Alice wanting to fuck my dad, but let's save that thought for another day. Today, all I can think about is the company I'll have at vampire manor. Usually it feels kind of tedious, not being allowed to kick back in my own room, Edward hovering over my every move like I was a lost, injured stray cat or something. But this time is different. This time I'm excited. The Cullens all plan on going on a hunting trip, so they won't be around town to keep watch over my house. That's why I'm here. The only difference is: this time, the lucky Bella-keeper for tonight is Jasper.
I start getting ready for my 'sleepover' -that's the excuse Alice gave Charlie. Packing away my toothbrush and getting dressed and all that. I can't stop thinking about the lake. And that phone call. Shit. I'm getting nervous now. Why do I need to be nervous? It's Jasper. He definitely wants me. Maybe that's why I'm nervous. I mean. I'm still a virgin, but his way of letting me move at my own pace is definitely… more my pace. He's helped me explore my sexuality in ways that Edward's only teased at. And holy fucking hell he's amazing at it. I'm done with Edward. I'll play along for now, since I don't want to stir any discord in the complicated vampire politics that is the Cullen household. Where some young-looking doctor seems to have adopted a bunch of equally pale and attractive people to start a weird, out-of-place sexy-looking family of sorts out in the middle of the woods and nobody questions it except the teenagers they go to school with. Huh. Where was I? Oh yeah. Jasper.
I scramble around my room, looking for something nice to wear for my sleepover with Jasper. What should I wear? Maybe… Maybe something that'll remind him about that time at the lake. That's probably a good idea. So I slip on another similar sundress, with a little cerulean surprise underneath. A little manipulative, sure, but I want him to think about me that way. I want to fool around some more. He knows just how to push all the right buttons, and I want some more. Is that so wrong? No. I'm sure he can feel how I feel, but I need to know how he feels. Does he want me? Is he going to want me tonight the same way he did at the lake? One way to find out.
So I'm out here on the porch, escorted all the way from the car by my helicopter vampire 'boyfriend' as he does his intellectual, romantic, non-sexual farewell. Wonder if he'll quote some famous poet or something this time.
"Be safe, Bella." Edward says, looking down at me as he chuckles softly to himself, appearing to be deep in thought, before continuing with:
"I'll miss you. How fortunate I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."
Blegh. It was all sweet and romantic at first, but the thing is: You don't put out, Edward. I know you're from the past and all, but in this day and age, part of measuring compatibility in a relationship is done with your bodies. Jasper's helped me realize that.
"I'll miss you too, Edward…"
Edward leans in and whispers to me, "you know how I worry, love. I'm just concerned about Jasper's control… I don't want him to hurt you. I know he's been better lately but that hardly negates everything that's happened before.."
I laugh, "I'll be fine. Jasper's doing a lot better than you think. He can control himself. He won't bite me."
He hasn't said much to me about how he feels about Jasper ever since the incident with him trying to have me for a birthday treat and all, but I can tell there's still something that puts him on edge about me being left alone with him. It's not just him you shouldn't trust anymore, Edward. But for now, I'll play the part. I do feel kind of bad, though. Edward doesn't deserve what we're doing to him behind his back. I guess I do need some reason to justify what I'm doing. He thinks I'm his mate. Maybe Alice isn't Jasper's mate. I need to find out. Jasper clearly feels something for me. Even if right now it's still just… carnal animalistic intoxicating lust. Which I have no problems with. But I'll have to remember to test the waters, to see if he's warming up to me in another way, too. Yeah. We'll have to see.
Edward drops me off and bolts into the woods with the rest of the Cullens. Instead of the usual greetings I used to get, now it's become much more casual for me to just wander into their house. So I do. Edward told me where to find Jasper, up in his study. Says he's been moving things around and buying some new books to help accommodate me. That's very sweet of him. There's definitely got to be something else there if he's going through this much trouble just to make me more comfortable.
I make my way towards the stairs. There's creak in one of the floor boards that sends me right back to being at the lake. The creaking of the dock underfoot near where Jasper and I- mmh. I get transported back for a bit. Each step up the stairway all I could think about was the lake the lake the lake. Probably shouldn't get myself this flustered before heading into Jasper's room. Don't want to get ahead of myself. I fan my face a little with my hand, hoping that'll handle some of this blush that's always stained onto my cheeks when thinking about Jasper. As I get closer to his room, I notice the door was left barely open, so I push it open and step inside.
"Jasper? You in here?"
"Come on in, Bella." He says as he turns to me with a smile. He's there, my fantasy vampire cowboy, right in front of me. Shit. I'm nervous. Say something, Bella.
"What's on the agenda for the day?" I ask, unable to really think of anything else other than small talk. Last the two of us spoke was on the phone. That night. When I needed some help getting off.
Jasper's eyes wandered down my body, inspecting my outfit, that I totally chose out just for him, like I hoped he would. He smirks a little bit. He knows. He knows I chose it to remind him of the lake. I just know it. His face says everything. Fuck. It's like he can see right through me. Shit. Calm down, Bella. You're making this all up. Maybe he's just falling for it. Yeah. No way he knows. Maybe it's just his subconscious turning him on. Yeah. That's it. Stay calm, Bella. You got this.
"I've added some classics and other store-suggested literature to my collection so that you would have something to read while you are here. Feel free to peruse at your leisure." Jasper says to me.
I take another look around. Has it always been this… cozy in here? The couch has all these pillows and a blanket… No way. This is all new. No way this is all for me. Maybe Alice told him to do something about his room. Probably. That deranged micro-pixie seems like she'd pester him into tidying up and redecorating. Yeah. But then again, some of these pillows definitely don't seem like they have her 'touch.' Maybe he had more of a hand in this than I'm giving him credit for. If so, that's very sweet of him. I walk over to his bookshelf and start browsing at the titles. There's a lot of romance novels here, from classics to current. Though the more current ones do seem to be a little more risqué. I think I'll check one of those out. Seems to be the theme of my mood these days. Especially around him.
I reach up for the book, but they're too deep in the bookshelf, and too high, too. Makes sense, though. He is pretty tall. But did he have to put them this high up? I get onto the tip of my toe and feel a breeze of AC rush under my dress. Perfect. Good thing this thing's so short. I hope he's looking. I want him to see my little surprise. I lean over a bit further, arching my back on purpose to expose the tiny cerulean piece of fabric that barely covers anything to his keen eyes. He's got to have peeked at them by now. I take a glance over my shoulder and happily discover his eyes glued to my backside. Yes! You got this, Bella.
After that little show, I saunter past him and plop myself onto the couch, feeling my freshly washed hair trail behind me. I made sure to use a conditioner that's supposed to smell like mountain flowers. I want to force the memory of that day at the lake back onto that cowboy. I can't be the only one thinking about it. I'm leaving every clue right out in the open for him.
Some time passes, Jasper's good company, checking in on me a few times while I'm reading, but- the thing is, this book I chose… It's a little extra, uhm. Smutty. Is it getting hotter in here? Wow, is that what guys do down there? I bet that would feel really nice. Mmh. I remember when Jasper did that. Wow. Uh. Okay, keep cool, Bella. Let him make the move. He's already seen your panties and set up all these books and pillows in his room for you. Oh wow. They're really just going to just go for it out in the forest, huh? Jasper, where did you say you got this book? I might want to borrow it. I'm here, on Jasper's couch, picturing myself in the shoes of the protagonist of this unseeming yet very sexy book as she's laying in a pile of leaves on the forest floor, being eaten out by her tall blonde lover, who I'm picturing as Jasper, mmh. Crap. He's looking this way. I lower my flushed face to hide behind the book a little. He definitely noticed.
"I can smell you, Bella. It's obvious you're enjoying your selection, but why do your emotions tell me you're frustrated and uncomfortable?" Jasper asks me. He can smell me? What is he smelling? Is it… I mean I guess I can't deny I'm turned on. And he does have those vampire senses…
"Well… the book is quite.. uh… detailed. It sounds pleasant to experience. I just… Edward would never… at this point I don't even want to bother asking. It's obvious that he doesn't want me that way."
Why did I just bring up Edward? I wasn't even thinking about him till just now, when I said his name. Fuck. I hope I didn't just blow it.
"I'm sorry, sweet Bella. That must be agonizing for you. It's torture to get worked up and left hanging. Without a way to find release…"
…What did he just say? Release? That thing he's helped me find, twice? Well, more, probably, if you count the countless 'studying sessions' I've done on that technique he taught me over the phone the other day. Ngh.. Shit, he's still looking at you, Bella, say something. But what?! Think, think, think. Fuck, it. Just be honest. You've already come this far. You're here, in his room. Alone with him. You got this.
"I.. uh, was thinking. ..About you.. and what happened at the lake. Um. I don't know if… Maybe you got caught up in my feelings or something?... I don't know. But it was really nice. Of you, I mean. Haha.." You're blowing it, Bella. You sound so dumb right now. Be sexy. Clear your throat. Think of something calming. Kittens. Cows. Cowboys. Jasper. Jasper fingering me. Fuck. "…Then the other night you helped me out with me… problem. I just… Maybe you wanted to do something again… maybe?"
Jasper stands up from the seat at his desk and walks over to me, not saying anything with his words, but the slight smirk on his face says it all. It worked. You did it. You were sexy, Bella, good job. I squeak in excitement. Guess I do squeak sometimes. He takes me by the hand like a gentleman and pulls me off the couch, walking me closer to him as he takes a step back. From there he scans my body up and down. I feel pretty exposed in this, but then again, I did choose this outfit for this exact reason. He starts circling me. As he passes behind me, he traces his fingers down my lower spine. It sends chills down my spine and I let out a soft, moan between breaths. My cheeks are bright red as he walks around to my front and presses his thumb to my lower lip, pulling it from my teeth. He smells so good. I'm somewhat tempted to lick him, but for now I have to play it cool. I wonder when he's gonna make his move. He locks eyes with me and I stand there, still. It feels like he's a hunter, examining and admiring his catch, and there I stand, his prey, frozen in place, waiting for his next move. He steps close. Too close. I can really smell him now. He smells fresh, and just a little musky. His scent is so masculine, especially with him being so uncomfortably close. He plants his foot between mine so his thigh is surrounded by the bare skin of mine. Him being so tall, his leg grazes against my entrance as he takes a glance down my dress before continuing to lock eyes with me.
"I need to fucking taste you, Bella." Jasper says in a deep, hungry tone.
He begins to slowly lower his body down mine, dropping to his knees in front of me. I watch the entire time, growing more and more nervous by the second. Are we doing this? He just said he needed to taste me. Does me mean… literally? Oh god. I was just reading that book. I'm definitely already wet down there. I feel his hands sliding up the outside of my legs. He looks into my eyes as if he was making sure this was okay. It is, Jasper, my sexy fucking vampire cowboy. Eat me already.
I feel my heart thunder in my chest. I need this. Please. What ever you plan on doing to me, just do it already, Jasper. Every single touch of his sends electricity through my veins. His cool hands coat my skin in goosebumps. I feel his hands crawling their way under my dress, his fingertips pushing against my hips as they hook onto my underwear. Oh god we're doing this. Finally. He drags down my underwear slowly, they cling a little to my wetness before flinging down a like a slingshot before he slides them all the way down my legs. I check down and manage to make out the wet spot in the center, I know he notices how wet I am. I want him inside me so badly. The thong was the right choice. As soon as I see him look down, I mentally pat myself on the back, hearing a soft growl come from his lips. But then he puts them into his pocket. Did he just steal my underwear? I mean. If that's the price I have to pay... He lifts the bottom of my dress and sticks his head underneath. Oh fuck. Okay. We're doing this.
I can feel his long golden locks of hair tickle my inner thighs. He's so close to it already. I'm fucking soaked, I know. I feel his hands exploring my body, rubbing up my legs. A couple of his fingers slide through my entrance. He's teasing me. And I'm powerless to resist. It's exactly what I want and he knows it. I feel the wetness I spread on his fingers and smear their way down my leg, followed by his lips, kissing up to that trail. Then his tongue lapping it all up. God that was hot. He's savoring the way I taste. Ugnh why are you dragging this out, Jasper, this is too much! I begin to tremble, my knees feeling weaker and weaker by the second as he slowly continues exploring me. I feel something brush over my clit, then a soft kiss on my outer lips. He licks just around it, keeping his tongue relaxed and flat as he slathers it across, but briefly over my actual entrance… Fuck, Jasper, I need more than just this… Get to lickin', cowboy! I start panting softly, lowering my hips, using my body to beg for it. He knows what he's doing to me. This teasing is fucking just, so mean!! His hand slithers around the back of my thigh, just where it meets my ass, as he squeezes onto that area, opening up my entrance as his tongue grazes over it lightly. Fuuck, just put it inside already, Jasper!!
"Jasper, please… help me I need it. I feel like I'm going to burst." I admit, out loud.
"I am helping you Bella, but I understand if you need to be more comfortable." I look down at him as he pops his head out from under my dress. I must look so desperate for it right now. My eyes are watering, my mouth is salivating. My cheeks feel hot. I can feel my eyebrows pushing themselves together. Every inch of me is begging for him to pleasure me. I need that release. He stands up and grabs some pillows and a blanket off the couch and lays onto them, on the floor just in front of me.
"Sit on my chest, darlin'. Face me and I will make sure you get what you're looking for."
I don't even hesitate to follow his command. This is what I've been looking forward to. I've been aching for this ever since the lake. Bending at the knee, pantiless, I sit on his chest. I feel my wetness stain his shirt. His hands trail down my sides before he picks me up by my ass and pulls me up his body until my entrance is hovering inches from his face. It's a little embarrassing, so I tense up a little.
"Relax for me and keep reading. It will help." He brought the book I was reading earlier and placed it beside where he was laying. I grabbed onto it, and hid behind it. Good. Now I have a place to hide my flushed face behind. How considerate. Don't be embarrassed, Bella. Be adventurous. Spontaneous. Sexy. I know there's cowboy's face buried between your legs right now, but trust him. He knows what he's doing.
And he starts to prove that. His skill down there is unbelievable. I feel his tongue dig into me, parting my folds. I feel it delving inside, slurping around lazily, so that the flat of his tongue drags along my clit before he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks on it. It's almost too much for me to handle. I can feel my body trembling and shaking as he teases my most sensitive areas with just the right amount of pressure. His tongue is working overtime at times as he slithers it inside, as deep as it will go, but he doesn't stop there. While it's buried so deep inside, I can feel it flick around, like it's trying to explore all of my inner walls, paying special attention to those areas he taught me himself. Oh fuck, it's so good. I can't focus on the book at all. I've been re-reading the same sentence at least thirty times. It's also about him eating her out, and yet I can't be bothered to draw my attention away from the cowboy under my dress. Fuck, that's too much, Jasper.. God, I can't hold it anymore. N-no no that spot's too sensitive, fuck! I'm gonna pee, oh no! Don't do it, Bella! Fuck I'm gonna cum!
With all the chaos swirling around my mind, I toss the book aside and grab onto his hair, clenching those golden locks between my fingertips as I grind my hips into his face, feeling the slight scruff on his chin as the friction heats up my pussy just right. His tongue buried deep inside as his upper lip suctions onto my clit. I'm losing it. I cum. I cum so hard that something squirts out of me, but I can't stop cumming. I want him to see me cumming this time. I pull the dress up and off of his head as I greedily grind further into his face. I'm so glad he doesn't need to breathe, because prying myself off of him seems impossible right now. My eyes roll back into my head and I hang on for dear life. He's drinking it all down. Fuck. What a mess you've become, Bella.
I'm shaking and panting. That was incredible. Oh fuck, you squirted something right into his mouth, Bella. You should probably check on him. But as soon as I attempt to brace all of my weight onto one of my shaky legs, Jasper pulls me back onto him and says:
"You don't have to move, sweetheart. We have all night and I don't need to breathe. They won't be back until morning." He looks inordinately pleased with himself. Like he's discovered some hidden treasure or something.
Really? He wants to keep going? After I just gushed all over his face and into his mouth? Why is that so hot to me? I should be grossed out, right? Like… did I just pee? Is Jasper into pee? It doesn't smell like pee. It's probably not pee… oh god… the tongue's back. It's like he can't get enough of me. Fuck it. Let's keep going. I deserve this. I pick up my book and raise it up to cover my face again and continue riding my cowboy off into the sunset.