*DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to the Twilight Saga and it's characters. This is purely artistic fiction drawn in inspiration from Stephenie Meyer's words.

*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR READERS WHO ARE MINORS.

*PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

*Hi everyone! Sorry it has taken me absolutely forever to post! Life kinda got in the way for the rest of December, and I was also working on a whole bunch of other projects. Speaking of, a one-shot I just published on A03 a while ago from Jake's POV will be being posted, too! You're gonna be spoiled! :D

*As a note, this is not your stereotypical SMUT smut. I have an unhealthy emotional attachment with the characters and wanted their first time to be as gentle as a real couple's would, and there are no roosters and cats being mentioned (think carefully).

*:) Thank you for your understanding and I hope you enjoy it!

"Where are Quil and Embry? Did they tell you they were leaving for the day?" Bella asked, leaning onto the kitchen counter.

"I dunno. They didn't say they had any plans. Lemme call Embry." Jake reached into his back pocket and pulled his phone out, dialing Embry's number. It went straight to voicemail.

He continued, "voicemail. Might have gone for a run. I don't think they'll be back for a while. So what do you wanna do? We could—

Bella threw herself into his arms, a brief silence enveloping them.

—Whoa. Everything okay, honey?" He asked, gazing into her cherubic brown eyes.

"I wanted a hug." Bella lifted her hands, holding his face, palms snugly resting against the contour of his strong jaw. "I feel like we haven't been able to be close the last two days. Not without being watched, anyway."

"I'm not complaining." He murmured, melting into her touch. Jake looped her into a tight embrace, coiling his arms around her midsection. The longer they stared at each other, the air between them electrified. His brows furrowed, a deep seriousness taking hold of his expression.

"What's wrong?" She whispered.

"Nothing's wrong, Bells." He trailed off.

Their lips brushed once, twice, meshing together out of desperate need. With one hand, Jake cradled her jaw, tilting it to deepen their kiss. Its twin slid under the lacy hem of her tank top, caressing, exploring the soft skin of her lower back. Bella's delicate fingers wove through his flowing, onyx-hued hair, grounding her to his scalp; her hands crumpled into loose fists, losing herself in the moment. In this intimate act, Bella found solace and security. His hair became her anchor, locking her in the present, reminding her of their shared bond.

He broke the kiss first and drew back, painting smaller, more tender kisses over the bridge of her nose, trailing down her right cheek, and along her jawline. With a tactful approach, his tongue traced a semi-straight path down the slope of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

"Jake," Bella huffed, losing herself to the pleasure of his touch, "more."

He squeezed her gently, nipping the sensitive spot just under her right ear, both of them mutually panting for air. "More?"

A sudden frustration overcame her, "don't tease me."

"Don't tease you, huh?" Jake repeated, a light gruffness filling his baritone voice.

His keen senses picked up on her cues, and he bit the same spot harder, momentarily losing a grip on his control. Her heart shot up into her mouth; the words she might have said died on her lips, replaced by a stifled gasp.

"Jacob," Bella mouthed, syllables muffled by ragged breaths.

"Bells," he replied, lifting her into his arms with a controlled flurry of movement.

Jake set her down on the countertop, parting her knees, forming perfectly to the empty space in between her thighs. His hands found separate homes on opposite sides of her hips; with her tank top riding up, he explored the stark curve of her bare waist. Bella pawed at his shirt collar and pressed her body up against his. The rough stubble peppering his face rubbed her skin pleasantly raw, a rosy glow appearing from her cheeks all the way to her collarbones on either side. Her calves locked around his waist, a stifled moan barely escaping her supple lips.

His mouth crashed into hers like the sunrise to the horizon, expectantly, naturally, fulfilled by an unspoken demand. Her skin was soft like spun silk, calling to him in unspeakable ways. Jake loved the way the taste of it mingled with her overpowering scent. Strawberries, fresh, ripe off the vine—and freesia—the bold type that grows in thickets along the road, unwavering, brought back to life by the warmth of the sun.

Jake wanted to bear down and love her right there on the countertop, clothes strewn around them in a wild heap, but his heart couldn't allow that. He respected her. Bella was his girl, the love of his life.

No matter how badly his wolf wanted to scent her, mate her, breed her—he wouldn't dare give in like that. Especially not now, if they possibly went all the way.

Jake was in control, not his wolf.

"I'm sorry. Is this... too much?" Bella suddenly felt self-conscious, and she pulled from his hold, dejectedly biting her lower lip. "I promise I wasn't trying to throw myself at you."

"No—no, it's perfect. I've loved every moment."

Bella relaxed again, wilting into his arms.

The pheromones between them were too much. Every moment was harder than the one before it. He nestled his chin between the crook of her neck and collarbone, focusing his attention on the mild divot it made in her creamy skin. Jake pushed her voluminous curls to the side, gifting sweet kisses to the curve of her bare shoulder. He shuddered, heart hammering away inside his ribs.

The animalistic pull of his wolf rose to the surface, tearing at the thin fabric of his mental composure with its massive claws. Jake could smell it on her. Sense it. How she wanted—no—needed him. Not just emotionally, but physically, too. He needed her just as badly.

He growled between gritted teeth, tone deep and husky, "I need to ask you something."

"Y-yes?"

"Do you want to have sex?" He said, blunt in his approach. "Or are you just going with this?"

"I do," she grimaced, embarrassment flooding her crumpled expression, "I want it."

"We don't have to do this if you're not ready, honey." Jake murmured. "I don't want you to feel pressured. You'll always have a choice with me."

Bella shook her head side to side, arms tightening around his neck. "I trust you. More than anything. I want this, and I want you."

"Should we go upstairs, then?" Jake leaned back, pupils dilated, jaw slack.

A ping of clarity hit Bella's mind.

"Do you have protection?"

She was thinking about their future. Bella couldn't stand the thought of being irresponsible and getting pregnant. Not for one moment of lapsed judgment. Children were supposed to be planned. She wouldn't allow herself to get pregnant like that, how she was conceived. Sex came with consequences if both partners weren't prepared. Bella was well aware of that fact.

"Ah. Shit. I don't." He paused. "I'm still a virgin."

Her eyes opened wide in surprise. "What?"

"Yeah, I still have my v-card." He said, heat prickling the back of his neck.

"Oh." Bella leaned back, grasping his chin so she could gaze deeply into his eyes, "it's okay. We don't have to do this. I thought that—I t-thought you would have..."

"No. None of them were right for me."

"Yeah, but I didn't realize that I'd be taking your virginity," she sobered, releasing her hold on him as she looked away.

"I've always wanted it to be you."

She ignored his comment, feeling a barb of regret for having not chosen him for her first time. Bella changed the subject. "We don't need a baby, though. Neither of us are ready to be parents."

"You're right." His eyes dropped to stare at her inviting lips. Jake wanted so bad to taste them again. "I could see if Quil has some condoms. Actually, I know he does."

Bella's heart drummed in her ears, "you think so?"

"Yeah. Be right back." He withdrew and planted a curt kiss to her forehead.

"Don't you think it's rude to snoop through his stuff?"

"A little, but he'll understand. I've helped him out in a situation like this before." Jake turned around.

"Y-you have?"

"I ran them a condom in the middle of the woods once." He shivered, "to be honest, it kinda weirds me out to think about them being intimate."

Bella scowled at him.

He continued, "no, not in that way. It's not a homophobic thing. I'm happy they're together, and I'd knock anyone out anyone who so much as looks at them wrong, but we're like brothers, Bella. I don't want to think about Paul looking at my sister, let alone touching her. Same thing with them. Makes me feel awkward."

"I wouldn't know. I've never had siblings." She nodded, trying to swallow down the lump that somehow formed in the depths of her throat. Anxiety be damned.

Jake was gone. He disappeared around the corner into the living room. When he returned, he held a three pack of 'Dur-able' condoms. Bella hid her face in her hands, a deep blush darkening her cheeks.

"You're as red as a tomato, Bells." He rubbed her back, doubling down, "we don't have to do this. I can put these back."

She glared up at him, biting resolve shining through.

"I want to. It's just nerves. I've only ever done it once. So we're on even ground pretty much."

"You're kiddin' me." Jake was dumbstruck. "I didn't think sparkle dick could even get it up. How does that even work? Nevermind... don't answer that."

"Jake." She wanted him to focus, a grin cracking her mask of sincerity.

"Sorry, not sorry." The corners of his mouth tipped upward to reveal a bright, pearlescent smile.

"Do you think we can slow down? I need a minute." Bella sighed, her head felt like it was spinning on a top.

"Of course." He set the condoms onto the counter, holding her hands in his.

"Are we sure we're ready? It's only been like... a week." She fidgeted, picking at her nails. "Like what if we regret it someh—

—Bella Swan. We've known each other our whole lives. You're old enough to make your decisions, and I'll respect them no matter what your answer is. You already know how I feel."

She mulled over her frantic thoughts, finding common ground amongst the rubble. "I think I'm ready. I know I want it, and I want it to be with you. But I don't know why I'm so scared."

"What's got you so worried? Is it because of how fast everything's been moving?"

"A little." She rested her head against his shoulder. "There's more to it."

"What else?" He pried.

"Well, it's hard to explain," she recalibrated, "I've kind of deluded myself into thinking I'm the reason it was only one time."

"What? No way," he protested, "did you try to initiate?"

"Yes. Several times. In fact—every time—but it changed nothing."

"Then it was all him. It was him being a prude. It's healthy to want sex often."

"It is?" She tilted her chin up, a dubious stare on her face.

He nodded.

"I'm guess I'm worried I'm going to mess everything up somehow."

"You won't. I'm very durable, Bells. It's not like you can break me. Would it help your nerves if I talk to you every step of the way?"

"I think so. Do you... do you even want it, though?"

"More than anything, honey." His hot breath washed over the bare skin of her neck and she shivered. "I can sense you do, too. You're in tune with me."

"I always have been," she admitted. "Let's head upstairs, before my anxiety grows legs and walks off with me."

He nodded, tucking the condoms into his flannel pocket.

Jake laid her onto the mattress, stripping off his jacket first thing, setting it aside.

"Now where were we?" An honest smile spread across his copper face.

"I think we were here." Bella's hands grabbed either side of his face, towing him down to her level. A wry giggle escaped her lips. Jake mirrored her, relaxed laugh following suit.

Their mouths meshed together; the initial kiss was innocent, soft and sweet, full of exploration. As it deepened, becoming inelegant, feverish in nature, Jake shifted his weight and gingerly collapsed between her legs, hips locking hers to the mattress. His tongue delved into her mouth, and she matched his energy, fervently devouring each unbroken kiss. They were like industrial magnets, indescribably compelled, drawn to one another through some unspoken force. Each kiss branded one with the other's essence, they were lost in each other—lost in the undeniable heat of it all.

Bella trembled with anticipation, molded against his fiery skin, clumsy hands seeking the frayed hem of his t-shirt. Jake nibbled her lower lip, hands furled into her long chestnut brown tresses, trying to keep up with her rushed pace. Her skin felt like it was ablaze, as though it would never be the same the moment he stopped touching her. His lips left hers and continued their pattern from earlier; the further he went, the more frenzied his kisses became, tongue tracing over the hollow of her nape. Her thoughts were nonexistent under his sweeping, wanton touch. She shrugged out of her shirt, following instinct and rolling the material down to reveal her cotton bra.

Jake paused, leaning up on his wrists.

"Is this okay? Do you want me to keep going?"

Bella peered up at his eyes, her own, serene and so very damning, "yes, keep going."

He didn't need to be asked twice, his massive hands sought the curve of her waist, savoring the suppleness of her skin. Jake fumbled with the thickest band, the one that encircled her ribs. He popped open the clasp on the first try, nimble shifter fingers and all. Bella slipped her arms through the straps, peeling it off along with pulling her shirt over her head. She laid back against the sheets, inhibitions bare as her rapidly rising and falling chest, hair fanning out in a semi circle of messy auburn-tinged curls.

A boldness like nothing she'd ever felt before was emerging, interring the vicious butterflies that once churned inside her. Bella's hands shifted upward, clumsy fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt once again, tugging on it. He complied, bending forward, and shimmying out of the material.

Together, they worked in tandem to undo each other's pair of jeans. As she struggled with the button and zipper on his boot-cut pants, frustration crept over her. Jake easily undid hers and slid them down her smooth, long legs. With her task completed, she grabbed his waistband and yanked it down, leaving him stripped down to his fitted boxers.

They paused, allowing brief silence. She watched a sequence of deep thought dance behind his solemn umber eyes. The time for skin on skin, heart to heart, and souls entwined was now. He wanted to heal all the damage Edward had inflicted; diligently repairing Bella one layer at a time, piece by tiny broken piece.

"Is... everything okay? You're quiet now." She lifted her arms and covered her chest, the flames of courage dying down under the prying eyes of judgement.

His right hand found purchase on her neck, its twin tucking itself underneath her abdomen. He dwarfed her laying between her legs, pinning his erection to the mattress. The immense heat radiating off his skin made Bella dizzy.

"Yeah, I'm fine, honey. I was just thinking about how pretty you are."

"Pretty?" She gawked.

"Yeah. Beautiful," he reiterated, "please don't hide from me."

Bella rapid fire blinked, "I can't help it. I think I'm repulsive."

"Then let me show you how I see you."

He pressed a curt, pensive kiss to her lips, the hand that held her neck trailed down until it rested on top of her crossed arms. She relaxed them, allowing them to fall somewhat at her sides as he continued his range of motion. His massive hand was everywhere, roaming up her thighs, over her hip bones, delicately caressing over the plane of her stomach. Goosebumps cropped up over her pale skin under his tentative onslaught.

Fingertips tracing upward, he circled the dip of her navel, higher, flush against her sternum; his right hand cupped one pert breast and then the other, softly kneading them. The contact sent an auxiliary shock up her spine and a cursory fire lit within Jake. His heart fluttered, and his breath hitched within his throat. She arched up to meet his heated touch with a desperate moan, worming around under his weight. The sounds she made were intoxicating, strangling his sense of control. He reined himself in and focused on her shallow breathing; craving her mouth on his.

"You feel so soft. You feel like silk to me, Bells," he whispered. "I love everything about you."

Bella couldn't concentrate on his words, his hand working magic on her small breasts. Jake connected their lips again, crushing her against him with the ardor of their kiss. It didn't hurt in the slightest, she was safe, desired, and loved; everything she longed for in her previous relationship. Another mewl of satisfaction left her lips, curling onto his waiting tongue. Jake let out a terse groan, joining her in shared bliss, his arousal becoming more unmanageable.

He continued to knead each breast, paying careful attention to her surmounting response. Jake increased pressure and pace, taking the keen peak of each nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing lightly. He bowed his head, mouth forming over one pearled nipple, followed by the next. Pleasure besieged her, swallowing her from head to toe.

Jake hummed with satisfaction, the delectable combination, in time with his moving mouth, tickled her exposed skin. Bella shut her eyes tightly, the feeling in her lower belly nearly doubling in intensity. The smoldering embers of pleasure deep within her center formed into a steep peak; her ecstasy grew, shooting out from her lower belly until it met the tips of every limb. She cried out, his name a confident prayer executed by her meek voice.

He paused, recalibrating, "are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

The words hazily floated into her consciousness.

"W-what? No—I want more." She huffed, impatient.

"Good," he said, breath caressing her ribs. He pressed knowing kisses against each one until he stopped at her throat, "because we're just gettin' started, honey."

Jake's right hand ventured lower down her body, stopping once it reached the soft cotton fabric of her underwear.

"Can I touch you, Bells?" He asked permission, hand hovering over the junction between her demure thighs.

Her heart stuttered, the reality of it all hitting her. Passion swallowed her unease like a drop of water to the unyielding ocean. She wanted it, needed it—needed him to touch her.

"Yes, please, Jacob."

Without hesitation, his palm connected with the top of her right leg. He wordlessly coaxed her to relax her tensed posture. Bella let her thighs fall apart, and he brought his lips to the shell of her ear.

"Do you want this?" He asked, voice a deep, gravelly rumble in his chest.

The breath hitched in her throat. As the tension rose, she could hear the faint sound of their rapid breaths mingling, creating a symphony of carnal lust.

"Yes, Jake," she panted, "touch me. I need it."

An unknown feeling pooled in her lower belly, it was heavy, warm and fluttery; kind of like butterflies, but more addictive and salacious. She felt it migrate lower, fresh arousal lining her underwear as she involuntarily raised her hips in an attempt to meet his waiting hand. At the same moment he pressed down onto the already soaked material, Jake nibbled on her exposed ear lobe, stifling his own gasp of pleasure with her.

Oh.

She sucked in a hiss of air and bit down on her lower lip. The flat pad of his middle finger massaged her clitoris while his index and ring finger caressed the slick, wet folds overtop her underwear in a teasing yet gentle way. An overwhelming flood absorbed Bella, burning through every single atom within her, from her very center out toward her curled toes. She wouldn't last much longer under his fervid scrutiny, her hips rose off the mattress against his hand, seeking relief from the building ache within her core.

He did not stop, but sped up in pace. Bella bucked against his much larger, muscular body, grinding against his hot hand. She fixated on the whisper he committed to her flushed, pale skin.

"Yes," he breathed, "so good."

Hearing him in that manner invoked something within her. She rode the waves, strung out against their strong cull, a deeper, desperate cry leaving her. Bella couldn't imagine it getting any better than it was now. He hadn't even touched her bare skin yet, and she was putty in his hands.

Another whisper plucked at her concentration.

"Can I take them off, honey?"

A sudden burst of shyness crushed her resolve to continue.

"I—I..." she stammered, "I don't know."

Jake immediately ceased movement, straightening, pulling her closer in against his bare skin.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?" Fear bled through his chest, heartbeat echoing in his ears.

Bella covered her red face with her hands, trying yet again to hide from him. "No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine. It's... it's gross."

"What's gross?" His brows furrowed in question. "I don't understand."

"My body. It's all gross. I don't want you to see... down there."

The one time she did have sex, it was pitch black outside and Edward refused to light any lamps. Right now was the middle of the day with the curtains to the second-story window drawn wide open. She wasn't scared of anyone peeping, but she was terrified of him seeing every single, possible flaw she possessed.

"Bella, no, it's not. None of you is gross, honey." He sat up a small amount, still hovering over her. "I promise."

"But it's not pretty."

"I won't know unless you let me see." He teased, a bold smile splaying on his full lips.

"Jake." She pouted, genuine frustration growing within her.

"I'm serious. How can I know if I haven't seen it?"

Bella almost growled at him, anger leeching into her voice, "fine."

His innocent trick worked. Bella lightly shoved his chest, and he backed up while she tucked her knees to her tummy, slipping her underwear off and tossing them to the side. She made a mental note to wash them later because there was no way she'd be able to wear them as is. They were wet as hell.

When she laid back down, Jake flashed a fake, playful look of surprise and covered his mouth with his right hand in a mock fashion.

"Bells, oh my God. I can't believe it."

Telltale disappointment stabbed through her heart, ventricles struggling to beat for a moment. She didn't even see through his ruse. "See I said it was—

—I didn't know you were that beautiful. It's perfect. You're literally perfect." He scooted further down the mattress, eyes locking with hers.

"But I'm not!" Bella shouted.

"I think so. Want me to prove it to you?"

"How in the world could you do that?"

"I'd make you feel even better than before."

"What?"

"You heard me, Bells." Jake knelt on the mattress.

Bella was still processing how he thought she wasn't gross and how that had anything to do with what he was saying now.

"What're you going to do?"

With a mischievous grin, he hooked both hands under her knees, drawing her closer to him. The movement sent shivers up her spine and into the base of her skull. When she realized how close his face was to her core, her own flushed with blood, burning under his watchful gaze.

"I'm gonna prove it's not gross. Because if it was, I wouldn't wanna do this." He pressed a daring kiss on the inside of her left thigh. "Or this." Jake continued further in until his mouth was close. Too close.

"J-Jake..." She froze, somehow coming alive. Simultaneously, her fear dissolved as a strong current of carnal greed took its place.

"Bella. Do you want to stop? I need to know right now."

She shuddered, a thoughtful and deep sigh leaving her parted lips; the enthralling lure of passion convinced her off the edge, and she relaxed her tense muscles. Bella could feel the subtle breath leave him and caress her most intimate place. She impulsively moved closer, millimeter by millimeter, begging for him to taste her.

"No, I don't want you to sto—

Bella managed before he formed his mouth over her slit. A searing, white-hot surge of pleasure tore through her, and she nearly came right then and there. His tongue carefully surveyed every part of her velvety folds, lapping hungrily, the taste of her sweet, heady nectar sending residual shock waves of need through his own body. Bella raked her nails across the top of his shoulders, thighs squeezing his head as he continued to tease and please her. She fought back a whimper, realizing how much her body craved Jake in every way. Every fibre of her being was crying out, begging to be touched, explored, loved by him. She never knew she could feel this way, being caught between the throes of yearning and devout passion.

He paused his starved pursuit, dark sable eyes leering up at her from between her legs.

"Is it good, honey?" Jake's voice was hoarse under the strain of desire. "Keep going?"

Bella struggled to form a coherent sentence.

"Yes. M-more," she mouthed.

He leaned back, middle finger prodding against her entrance, tongue doubling in speed against her sensitive nub. Another orgasm was forming, but it was even more tempestuous than the last. It enveloped Bella's entire body from the inside out. Entrancing, all-consuming, the immense pressure swallowed her. She writhed against him, slick glistening over the extent of his broad face.

Her voice was a rough plea, "Ja-cob."

He was committed to communicating to her before doing anything. The last thing he wanted was to abuse the situation or scare her.

"I'm going to put a finger inside, honey. Are you ready for it?"

Bella was all but spent, and he'd hardly touched her. Heaven help her.

"Y-yes. Please."

Jake inserted his middle finger inside her, curling it upward. He rubbed against the bundle of nerves within as he continued putting his feather-light tongue to work. She leapt over the edge of a second, secret orgasm, clutching the bed sheets until her knuckles turned white. He drew circles with the pad of his middle finger, varying the intensity, never enough to hurt but enough to elicit sounds of euphoria from her. Her back arched off the bed, the breath hitched in her throat, tension building inside quicker with each barrage of movement. Jake felt her cross the threshold, squeezing around his finger. The sound that left her lips peppered goosebumps on his copper skin.

Content with the number of times she came, he positioned himself above her, ensuring not to crush her. Skin to skin, lips hovering by her ear, Jacob nestled between Bella's thighs. He was poised at her entrance, hips parallel to hers. Their bodies were pressed together, dangerously close, as if they couldn't bear to be separated; faces millimeters apart, each other's breath on their lips like unspoken truths. His own breaths were so shallow, barely audible. Jake's sable-hued eyes locked with hers in silent understanding.

"I love you." Bella said, her voice trembling.

"I love you so much. Are you r-ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, Jacob."

He nodded a bit, ripping open the package and rolling the condom on for a proper fit all the way to the base. Jake rubbed the tip of his erection against her entrance, adequately lubricating it with her arousal. He inched forward, pushing inside a negligible amount. The pain was instantaneous, his thick girth was nothing like his finger. Bella winced, trying to swim through the heavy discomfort to reach for the hidden nirvana she experienced previously. She couldn't bear the sensation, her body was being overwhelmed.

"I-it's fine," she lied. It hurt. A lot. He was huge. Jake did not move, reading her expression like a well-worn book.

It didn't matter. She'd experienced far more excruciating pain in her life before, including the feeling of literal fire within her veins when James bit her. Bella wanted to continue, watching the alluring look of restraint color his expression. Impatient and determined, ravenous for more, she tilted her hips up in an attempt to swallow more of his length; Bella studied his face as he winced, biting his lower lip.

"Honey, please." He huffed, readjusting so he could cup her face. "Don't force it. You'll only hurt yourself."

His concern was palpable. She appreciated his willingness to accommodate her body and however long it took to fit more of him, but she didn't care. Bella wanted more and she wanted it now.

"I'm gonna make it better. Trust me."

He began by painting small, soft kisses along the sensitive highway of her neck until he reached her jaw. Then he nibbled the tender flesh, trailing up higher, lips connecting with hers for a deep kiss. She was so caught up in their passion she didn't realize he was slowly moving, albeit only a few inches further inside her. The way they fit together was so different, sentimentally intricate. Jake was right. He wasn't pushing her, but the distraction was so, so good.

"I'm better now. You can move more." She admitted.

"You are... so incredibly tight." He croaked, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Me? You're huge!" She whispered, and they couldn't contain their brief fit of laughter.

Jake recalibrated, gifting her tender kisses once more. The feeling of his lips on hers and him inside her was unfamiliar and awaited rapture. She never realized just how much she loved his kisses until that moment. He ground his teeth, continuing forward, burying himself deeper inside her. Unbeknownst to him, she took pleasure in every moment, even though his movements came to a near standstill with every change in her expression.

A few more exhilarating seconds and he was fully inside her, albeit an extremely intimate fit. It was painfully decadent, a true wonder of anatomy. Jacob broke their string of kisses and lovingly gazed into her eyes.

"Is it okay? Are you still feeling good?"

"Yes, it feels amazing. I think you can try moving."

He shuddered, and his cursory hesitation shattered. Jake used his hips as a pivot, indolently pumping in and out. His length and girth stretched and filled her to the brim, satisfying her lustrous craving. She cried out, the feeling of him thrusting inside, tip bumping into the farthest bundle of nerves. His hand slid between them, thumb rubbing over her overly sensitive nub. He worked her quickly toward another orgasm, and another, and another after that.

"God, honey, you're so beautiful. It's so good."

"Jacob." She tightened around him with a final approaching apex of pleasure. "Don't stop."

He whimpered, maintaining his pace and pressure combination. The orgasm enveloped Bella, and she shivered, coming undone in his fiery hold. Her chasm squeezed him with everything she could muster. He hadn't given up yet and increased in speed. Her eyes popped open, rolling into the back of her head; a heady yelp escaping her parted rosy lips. It was too good.

She scored her nails down his back, leaving twin light claw marks on his dark skin. He lifted her by her rear, conforming her body expertly to his, arms supporting her meager weight. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she used her strength to grind on his length. The continuous rapture became too much for either of them.

"Bella," he whimpered, tossing his head back.

They collapsed on top of his bed, panting in tandem. As the two of them fell asleep, he held her like she was the only thing in the entire world.

And she was; she was his whole world.

*Sorry for the confusion! :/ didn't update everything like it was supposed to earlier. Shout out to Magnolia512 for helping me realize Ch 14 wasn't different from Ch 13!

*Thank you guys for sticking around and I hope this chapter knocked your socks off! I know it did Bella's. ;)

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