Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer
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Where the Lines Overlap
All We Know
~~ Edward ~~
(Latched onto you) The morning after
I feel a spontaneous smile stretching my lips softly.
I'm vaguely aware that it's Saturday. I can sense the pale light and the slight warmth of the early morning sun that enters timidly through Jay's bedroom window reaching my shoulder and face, inviting me to wake up to a new day.
But it's the soft skin of the body attached to my back, the weight of the strong arm that's around my waist, the touch of a slightly possessive hand over my abdomen, and the sweetness of a warm breath fanning over the back of my neck that really makes me stir a little and open my eyes.
My smile gets broader once I realize how our bodies are arranged.
He's spooning me, hugging me so close to him that I can feel his heartbeats on my left shoulder blade. I can also feel his hips connected to my buttocks, his unmistakable morning erection nestled between my ass cheeks.
That's when I perceive we are still very much naked, our skins in full contact.
I squeeze my eyes for an instant, reigning over the immediate impulse of thrusting back at him. He's sleeping, and I don't want to disturb his rest just yet.
My cock, however, has a very different idea, and it twitches not only once but twice, torturously requesting my attention.
"So good…" I hear the sweet murmur behind me simultaneous to Jay's hips' slow move.
Oh, fuck… if he does this again I won't be able to control the urge that's rising inside me. I know he's not awake, I can tell by the evenness of his breath that he's still asleep. He's probably dreaming about us, like I did all night long… but the fact that he's not aware of what he's doing won't make it easier for me to control myself. My body is already lit, his proximity is enough to ignite my desire.
He moves again, this time pressing his dick against me. And as it slips a little between my cheeks, my breathing hitches and I am a goner.
I push my hips back, allowing him to slip a little farther, and he thrusts back with the same intensity…
"E…" He moans, and by the slightly raised volume of his voice, I know that now he's awake.
I repeat the movement and he responds the same way as we hum together.
Damn! The sensation is fiery… I need to touch him now.
Barely controlling myself, I hold his hand and lift his arm a little, just to be able to turn. He has his lids still closed at first, but as soon as I am completely turned to him he opens his beautiful eyes to me and I can see in them the deep lust he's feeling.
I sneak my left hand below his face and cup his jaw.
"I need to touch you now, love." I murmur while sliding my right hand along his arm, which rests now on the bed between us.
Jasper simply nods, understanding what I mean.
I take a deep breath and lower my eyes to his astonishing member.
It's the fourth time I see it, and the second that I see it hard and pointing straight at me, but his cock still amazes me.
Jay's penis is perfectly shaped... It's not as long as mine, but it has a considerable length and substantial girth. It is a beautiful cock, although I don't have much else to compare besides my own. It provokes alien and deep desires in me, one of them is to feel it in my mouth sliding on my tongue, but it's too soon for that… right now having it in my hand will suffice.
I glide the back of my fingers along his length and he hisses. Feeling him like this ignites something inside me, a new unnamed urge that burns me slowly, deep in my core. Now I know how he felt last night… how wonderful it feels to touch intimately the one you love…
I lick my lips feeling my heart racing inside my chest. I suck in air through my open mouth and hold my breath as I close my fingers slowly around his cock.
We both exhale heavily as I close my eyes forcefully, just to appease myself a bit and be able to do this slowly and enjoy the experience.
As I open my eyes again seconds later and gaze back at my boyfriend, I feel his right hand wrapping around my shaft and squeezing it softly as the left holds my right forearm. The moan I release is choked, and I swallow hard before I'm able to breathe properly again.
"Please, keep it slow…" Jazz pleads in a whisper as I start stroking his length. "Your hand on me is already too much to handle…"
I nod as I continue carefully, moving my hand with no hurry, just enjoying the sensation of having him surrounded by my fingers, much like he's doing to me. I can't find my voice to reply to his request, or to tell him that for me it is also really intense having him touching me this way. It seems that every time we're like this I lose my ability to speak. But it doesn't really matter… I know he can see everything he needs to in my eyes.
I gasp as he intensifies the grip he has around my cock. My fingers also tighten around him and move a little faster as a result, and he pants and groans loud before his hips jerk forward and his dick twitches in my hand.
"I'm not... gonna last… babe…" He pants heavily. "If you touch me like this…"
We've only just begun but he's so worked up already…
I love how responsive to me and to my touch he is… I love the fact that he is so susceptible to me that the slightest thing I do is enough to push him straight to the edge…
But I want him to last… I want him to come together with me. And although I'm not that far behind him, I'll still take a little longer to get to the brink. So I slow down my strokes on his cock, tilt my head down a little, and dart my tongue to catch his upper lip. He moves closer, effectively making both our cocks slide deeper into our hands, and he opens his mouth to me as we grunt together.
I deepen the kiss right away. Our tongues are urgently caressing one another as we jerk each other off.
This is my ideal awakening. I want all mornings, for the rest of my life, to begin like this. This is so unbelievably delicious that I can't even think duly.
Jasper is so good with his hand… The way he strokes me and flicks his wrist with every other upper movement has me panting in his mouth like I am running a marathon. Precum is oozing through my slit with the stimulation, and I am trying hard to refrain from the urge to do to his cock the same he's doing to mine, 'cause I can sense he's already on edge, so I keep my motions soft and slow, although I'm pressuring the head a bit more intensely every time I reach it.
As he smears the thick liquid around the head of my dick and I hiss, effectively breaking our kiss, I feel his precum dripping on my fingers as my hand nears the tip. We look at each other, the green in his eyes is so dark and full of desire that I can't stop myself, so I mirror his previous motion and, with my thumb, I coat the head of his cock with his fluid.
Jay squeezes his eyes shut while releasing a shaken breath, his teeth sinking onto his lower lip soon after.
The image itself elicits a powerful thrill inside me.
My core is flaming now. There's an intense heat spreading fast all over my body, I can feel my blood rushing like crazy through my veins to gather in my dick… I'm getting harder by the second, the fire within me is coiling in my center…
I grasp Jay's cock harder in reaction and rejoice in his loud cursing.
"Holy fuck!" He yelps as I feel him throbbing intensely.
Then I realize I finally found my voice.
"I am close now, hon…" It's a little trembled, but at least I can speak again. "Stop holding back."
Our eyes meet fiercely once he opens his eyelids. The fire intensifies its strength in me.
"Harder, babe…" He begs in a breathless murmur, and I comply.
As my grip around his shaft gets tighter, he speeds up his hand movements…
He's grunting… It's music to my ears…
I'm moaning… We're getting impossibly high…
"I'm cumming…" Jasper blurts out just as his cock starts pulsating in my hand.
His sperm paints my pecs and abs and lands over my hand as his grip around my penis tightens so much it's almost painful.
Almost… It kinda spurs me on even more… but it's his final moan that pushes me over the edge.
"Edward…" He cries breathlessly as he writhes in front of me.
And right there I lose it.
"Aaah…" I gasp as the first spurts of cum leave my body violently to land on Jasper's skin.
I pump his cock harder, trying my best not to give in completely to the haze of my ecstasy and stop the motions of my hand. He's still climaxing and I want to take him to the last bit of it.
My eyes close involuntarily while my body jerks, my boyfriend's hand prolonging my orgasm, drawing the last drop of semen I have left in my body.
And then we are both lying on our backs, panting heavily while our bodies start to calm down.
It's hard for me to assimilate how fast and strongly Jasper can take me to the highest levels of pleasure I've ever experienced. Before him I didn't even think that anything related to sex could be that good or special, I've never thought I could enjoy it this much.
"Babe…" Jay's voice is clearly weary. "How could you do it with your right hand?"
I chuckle, amused by his unexpected question.
"Why?"
"You're a lefty." He states the obvious.
"Don't you know how to shoot the ball, make a pass, or dribble with your left hand?"
"I do." He sounds curious.
"You're right-handed." I point out the truism as he did before.
He sighs.
"I can play with my left hand if it's needed, for sure, but it took me years of training and practice to nurture the necessary dexterity and strength. And it's not the same. I'm not as skilled as I am with my right hand." He releases a puff of air and chuckles softly. "What you just did to me it's pretty hard to do. I've never been able to do that to myself with my left hand."
I laugh softly and turn my head to him. He's looking at me with clear interest.
"I learned to use both my hands, love." My tone is funny.
He props himself on his elbow and looks at me with his brows furrowed.
"You did?" I chuckle again and nod. "Playing the piano?"
I laugh openly now, finding it very funny that he's so intrigued about my ability and that he didn't get what I just said.
"No, Jazz. See what I'm talking about when I say you're innocent?" He frowns, and I laugh a little more. "Love, I learned to use both my hands masturbating."
"Oh." Is his eloquent reply.
His cheeks are getting pink and in his eyes I can see he's a little embarrassed. I snicker.
"You're so adorable." I say as I raise my left hand to his face. He leans it on my palm, never looking away from me. "How can you get embarrassed by something I say after what we just did?"
He shrugs softly before a sweet smile crosses his face.
"That was amazing, by the way…" He comments timidly.
"It was." I agree as he leans to me. "I want to..."
"I want to…" He says at the same time I do and we laugh a little.
"Go on." I let him speak first.
"I want to wake up like this every day."
"That's exactly what I was about to say."
He kisses me then, and I hold him to me lovingly. Our lips touch softly, we don't deepen the contact, it's just an affectionate gesture. After some minutes we break it carefully and look at each other with some intensity.
"I love you." I say, feeling my heart so full and warm…
"I love you too." His voice is somewhat solemn.
We exchange this deep stare for a moment then he smiles at me. I grin back as I tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear.
"What time do you have to go to practice?" I ask lazily.
"I have to be there by two. What time is it now?"
I look at the clock on his bedside table.
"Seven-forty-two."
He lies his chest on mine, ignoring the sticky mess there.
"Let's shower together, then I'm gonna make you breakfast."
I love how thoughtful he is. I'm beaming at him right now.
"And then we can cuddle on the couch and put on some stupid movie we won't pay attention to…"
"'Cause we will be too busy making out."
After laughing some more, we kiss again for a little while, and then he hops out of bed and pulls me to him.
"I'll take care of you." He promises, and I have the impression he's talking about more than the shower. "Will you take care of me, darling?" He asks in a suave voice.
I hold his face in my hands and join our foreheads. "Always."
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I've just closed the door behind my perfect boyfriend when I hear my cell phone ringing. I answer the call smiling.
"Hey, Ma!"
"Hello, my dear! How are things?" My mother asks in her gentle voice.
"Everything is okay." I answer while my smile morphs into a huge grin.
"Only okay? Your voice sounds radiant even in this short sentence, son." She teases me.
I chuckle, feeling my face warming up.
"Could a certain sweet roommate be responsible for this smile I can hear in your tone?"
"Yes, Ma, my perfect and sweet roommate who happens to be my boyfriend is responsible for the big grin you're incredibly able to hear." I laugh lightly.
I can sense my mom is smiling too as she replies.
"It's so good to know you're happy, son. And where's him?"
"He's just left for basketball practice."
"That's a shame, I wanted to talk to him too. But tell me, how's college? Have you made new friends?"
I shake my head as I sit on the sofa, still smiling. A mother is always a mother.
"Actually, I did." My answer comes out underlined by the excitement I feel as I remember my new acquaintances. "Just a few classmates from different subjects, but really nice people."
"That's great, darling. And do they know about you?"
I sighed subtly.
"I didn't exactly tell them, but… I'm not hiding who I am."
"Oh, my baby, this is really great news. I'm happy you feel comfortable being who you are unapologetically."
"It has been a bit challenging, Ma, especially because I can't expose Jazz or our relationship. But I think things are on the right track."
"They are, darling, and remember that all this is transitory, it's just a phase."
"I know, Ma. Thanks for the reassurance."
"You know I'm here if you want or need to talk, right? I know that with your father is easier, you two think alike and he's your confidant, but you can count on your ma too."
"I know that, Ma." I said with a loving voice. "I miss you."
"I miss you too, baby. But tell me more, what are their names, what are they like?"
I chuckled again.
"Well, there's Laura, Jordan, and Theo, my classmates in physics and general chemistry. Jordan and Theo are both easygoing, but Jordan is super intelligent, it's really enriching talking to him. Laura is sweet but truly fun and outgoing, she kinda reminds me of Bella…" I smile at the tought. "and there's Luke, who takes biochem, calculus, psychology, and sociology with me. He's… kinda like me in some aspects like, he's rational and even-tempered… but he's also uninhibited and a bit blunt, which challenges me sometimes. I feel very comfortable with him though."
"So you're closest to Luke." My mom concludes simply.
"I guess so. I'm with him most of the time since he's my peer in most classes, but we're still getting to know each other."
"Well, it's good you're making friends. It's important that both you and Jay are part of separate groups that give you a sense of belonging individually. I confess I've been worried about you two closing up and living in your bubble. It wouldn't be healthy."
"That would never happen, Ma. Neither of us is a social butterfly, but the fact that we have a lot of different interests kinda pushes us out of that bubble and makes us need to interact in different social groups."
"That's true." She sighs. "I'm calmer now."
The conversation turns to other topics and we chat for almost an hour before saying our goodbyes.
The rest of my alone time is pretty uneventful until my honey comes back home and shakes my world with his simple presence all over again.