Sweet Hostage - Chapter Eight
A/N: Some people were complaining that the chapters for Sweet Hostage were a little too short, while others were getting impatient for Bella to finally tell Jacob what her second request was. Since I am one of those writers that desperately want to make everyone happy, this chapter is over 5,000 words, which can be read successively for those of you feeling that way inclined, or broken up and read at your leisure. This chapter had to be long to fit Bella’s request and the subsequent aftermath all in there.
Special thanks to the lovely
light4dawn who looked over the first half of this chapter and beta’d it for me. I met this writer while reading the J/B fic that she is working on now, called Ascent From Darkness. I was drawn in from Chapter One, and subsequently hunted down her other fics and read them all. She’s an amazing writer, so check out Ascent From Darkness, and you can thank me later.
The second half of this chapter was written just last night and quickly edited by me alone, so I apologize for any mistakes that I may have missed. I am really that anal and didn’t want my chapter to be late!
Summary so far: Last week, we left Bella and Jacob at the Seattle Hilton and Convention Center, where they had broken into a room. Jacob had helped Bella out of her wedding dress by undoing all the buttons down the back. She then put on some clothes taken from a clothesline, which were not a great fit! At the end of Chapter 7, Jacob offered Bella his white dress shirt, and they shared a moment where Bella helped Jacob remove it. Enough talk. On to the chapter!
Chapter Eight
The lights on the neon Hilton Seattle sign were lit up as Bella gazed out the window. Their room overlooked the hotel parking lot, and she could see the Rabbit in the distance. Even from here, the pile of white silk and lace was visible draped across the back seat.
Before she allowed herself to wallow in the misery she’d created for herself, she forced herself to get into the shower. Hopefully by the time she was done, the food would be across the hall. Jacob probably wouldn’t be gone long either, and he didn’t have a card key to get back in.
Once she’d taken a quick shower and washed her hair, she wrapped a towel around herself and peeked out the door. The food still hadn’t come and Jacob was nowhere to be seen. So she hurried back into the bathroom and dried her hair.
She picked her panties up off the floor and rolled her eyes. Alice had insisted Bella wear this uncomfortable thing underneath her dress. We can’t have panty lines on your wedding day, now can we? she’d said. The only problem was, they made Bella feel like she had a perpetual wedgie.
Oh well. She slid them back on and grabbed the leggings next. They were uncomfortable as well, and about 5 sizes too small. They had obviously belonged to a child. She yanked them up over her hips and a loud riiiiipppp made her heart drop.
No, no, no! This day couldn’t get any worse, could it? The whole inside seam on the upper right leg and crotch had torn apart.
She stood there in a daze, unsure of what to do now. Jacob would be back any minute. She’d no sooner had the thought, than there was a knock at the door. Her heart began hammering in her chest. It was probably Jacob, but it could be security or a hotel manager, maybe even the police! Maybe they’d figured out that they had broken in and were here to take them away. Wouldn’t that just be the perfect ending to this insane weekend?
She pulled Jacob’s shirt over her, wrapped it around her body, and headed for the door.
“Who is it?” She had to clear her throat and ask again as the words barely came out.
“It’s me, Bells. Open up. Our food is here too.”
“Hold on.” She quickly fumbled with the buttons on the shirt and tugged the bottom down to make sure it covered her rear end. Okay. She looked around the room, trying to figure out if there was a way she could sit down and answer the door at the same time, so she wouldn’t feel so bare and vulnerable. But unless she miraculously turned into Stretch Armstrong and could open the door from across the room, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Bella? Are you there? Could you let me in?”
She shook her head and took a deep breath. She looked down at herself again. Jacob would have seen more of her if they’d gone swimming at the pool, right? What she was wearing could even be construed as sexy, if Mike Newton’s girlie magazine stash she’d found in the stock room of Newton’s was any indication.
“Bella?!”
She ignored him and ran into the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. Sexy. Did she want to look sexy? It was part of the reason she’d asked for another night with him, wasn’t it? She just thought she’d have time to mentally prepare herself, to work her way to being halfway undressed.
Jacob’s words in the car earlier rang through her head. Beggars can’t be choosers. She unbuttoned the top button on the shirt and opened the door.
“Look Bells!” He told her excitedly, his hands full of goodies as he stepped into the room. “I hit the jackpo-“
He froze and she did the same. There was an uncomfortable silence, and Bella felt it was her place to fill it, since she’d probably just given the boy a huge shock.
“What did you get?” she asked, her voice surprising her as it came out casually. She felt a little lighter, less clumsy suddenly. Like she was in a costume for a play and her clothing was putting her in character.
Jacob hadn’t moved or said a word. He still clutched his hotel swag in his hands.
Okay, now she was starting to feel downright sultry. She had never had an effect on anyone like this before. Certainly not with Edward.
She smiled innocently at Jacob and plucked a comb from his hand. “Yes! You got one, thank you. What else you got there?”
“Uh, they gave me some toothpaste and toothbrushes,” he said, seeming to regain some ground as the initial shock wore off. “They gave me all kinds of stuff. I told them I was with my family and the airline lost our luggage.” He looked at her. “I think I’ve lied and committed enough crimes this one weekend to officially be sent to hell.”
“Sorry,” she told him, feeling guilty. It was all her fault.
“No worries.” He subtly looked down to take in all of her in his shirt. “I’m sure I was well on my way already, anyway.”
Bella fidgeted uncomfortably, since he wasn’t even trying to hide his stare now. “My pants ripped,” she blurted out. “I went to put them on, and I pulled them up, and uh, yep. Rip!”
“This look is better. I’ll go get the food.” Her mouth dropped as he brushed past her to the door. Well, he’d recovered quickly. For just a moment, the scales had been tipped in her favor, and she was making him uncomfortable. She had kind of liked it, but now she could feel her stupid cheeks were red from his blatant stare of approval.
This night was her idea and she was determined not to chicken out. She refused to fall back into blushing, virginal Bella. Hadn’t she held her own this afternoon when she’d asked him to unbutton her out of her dress? But then those stupid clothes and those slutty girls hitting on Jacob had thrown her off again.
Jacob kicked the door closed gently, carried the tray of food to the bed and set it down.
“I’m going to comb my hair really quick before we eat,” she told him as he took a seat and grabbed a French fry off one of the plates. “Don’t eat my French fries either,” she teased.
“Better hurry then.”
The comb was a cheap plastic comb/brush combo that opened up. She brushed the tangles out of her hair and flipped her head upside down, brushing the underside. When she flipped her head back up, she turned and jumped when she saw Jacob standing in the doorway. Staring at her ass. She always forgot just how big he was until she saw him in a setting like a doorway. He practically filled the whole space.
“You scared me.”
“Your food is getting cold, and your French fries are calling to me.”
She smiled. She held her breath when he didn’t move completely out of her way, instead making her squeeze past him. She was acutely aware of her chest brushing across his ribs and her thighs grazing his as she maneuvered past him.
He leaned against the doorway as she sat on the bed to eat.
“Bells? Can I ask you a question?”
She nodded.
“What are you going to do when we get back?”
She chewed her fry slowly and swallowed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what are you going to do? You said you wanted an annulment… does that mean you and him… is it over? Are you still going to stay with him? Are you still going to let him… change you?” He mouthed the last two words tightly, his hands curled into fists, though his face remained a cool mask.
“No! No, Jacob, I told you. With Edward… for me… it was always all or nothing. I couldn’t let him stay with me and watch me get old. How would that be for him? That’s not fair.”
“So you’re not going to change?”
“No,” she reassured him adamantly.
“Can I ask you something else?” he continued before she could respond. “Why did you want to? I mean, why, Bella? Why would you want to be one of them?”
“I just - you wouldn’t understand, Jacob. Look at you. I mean, you’re perfect. I just wanted a change. I wanted a chance to be… better,” she finished lamely.
“I do understand that, Bella. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be better. You can always be better, you can always improve yourself. But you didn’t want to do the work. You just wanted a quick fix. So you jumped into this, took the easy way out and stuck your head in the sand to the consequences.”
He paused, flexing his hands to calm himself and took a deep breath. “Why do you think Edward doesn’t want to change you? Wh-“
“What makes you think Edward doesn’t want to change me?” she interrupted defensively.
“He told me. That night in the tent. He said he didn’t want to change you, but you were stubborn and insisting on it. He was going to stall you for as long as he could.”
She didn’t answer, just picked at a loose thread on the bedspread.
“Why do you think he doesn’t want to change you, Bella?” He asked a little more softly this time. “Because he knows better than anyone that it’s not a good choice.”
“But Carlisle changed the others!” she protested.
“It was either that or be dead! Why don’t you get that?” He walked closer toward the bed and pulled up the chair alongside the desk beside her. He sat down in it, straddling the back, facing her. “What is so wrong with your life? Huh? What?” He shook his head. “You’re not pretty enough? Bullshit. You’re not rich enough? You know money won’t make you happy. So what is it, Bella? What?”
“I’m just not good enough!” she yelled at him.
“For who, Bella? You always were to me.”
She didn’t know what to do or say. She didn’t know how to explain it to him. He’d never understand how flawed she was. The never feeling good enough. Especially next to Edward and his family. They were more than anything she could ever aspire to be. She constantly pushed aside the nagging feeling of inadequacy that only magnified whenever she was with Edward.
When she was with Jacob all that got muddled. She was too busy having fun. He made her feel attractive and witty. Her many inadequacies became cute and endearing around him. Sometimes she even found herself using her natural clumsiness and awkwardness to make him laugh. He appreciated those traits in her.
Not that Edward didn’t, but her own defectiveness and incompetency made her unable to just be herself with him. She always wanted to impress him, yet failed miserably.
Jacob sighed and got up from his chair, running his hand through his hair. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
She could tell he was frustrated with her now.
He started toward the bathroom and then turned to her with a small smile. “I meant to tell you, you look really cute, by the way. My clothes look good on you.”
Bella sat on the bed and picked at the few remaining French fries on her plate. She heard the bathroom door close and the water start. What happened to her big seduction scene? She’d lost control of the situation again. A reminder of how incompetent she was, had kind of killed the mood.
She had to let Jacob know how she felt tonight. It could be her last chance to be alone with him for a while. Once they got back home, she had a lot of clean-up to do. What a mess.
Focus.
She was not good at this. Every time she tried to seduce Edward, she felt kicked to the curb afterward. But… Jacob was not Edward. All Jacob would need was a little encouragement, a little nudge to let him know she was receptive.
She could hear the water in the shower running, and thought… maybe… maybe she could… no. She couldn’t. She just wasn’t brazen enough to get into the shower with him. Plus, coming from her, that was liable to give the poor boy a heart attack. The shock might kill him.
No, she couldn’t do that. But maybe…
Jacob was lathering the shampoo in his hair, when he heard the soft click of the doorknob turning. He hadn’t locked the door because… well, it wasn’t like Bella would come in. His eyes were shut so he wouldn’t get soap in them, but his hands stopped their movement as he listened. His nose picked up on her scent. Was she in here????
“Bella?” He heard the click of the door closing again, and he quickly stuck his face under the running water, to wash away any soap around his eyes. He opened them and pulled the shower door back slightly, peeking his head out to survey the bathroom. The room was empty. That was weird.
He rinsed all the shampoo from his hair and turned off the water. Stepping from the shower stall, he grabbed a towel and rubbed the excess dampness from his hair. He really should get a proper haircut soon. He wrapped the thick white towel around his waist and reached for his shirt.
What the… ???
His clothes were gone. He looked all around. Had they fallen on the floor? Had he put them up on the towel rack? Had he hung them behind the door? Where the hell were his clothes? His eyes grew large as a thought came to him. Had Bella come in here and taken his clothes??? Why would she - ?
He opened the door. “Oh, Bella?” he called out into the room in a sing-song voice.
“Yes?” she answered him sweetly.
“Did you happen to see my clothes, by any chance?”
“Oh, you mean these?”
He stuck his head out to peer into the room as she picked them up off the bed and held them up.
“Those would be the ones, yes.” He snickered. “Could you give them to me, please, so I can get dressed?”
“Oh. You want to get dressed?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh. Well, come and get them then.”
“Bella,” he told her seriously, but with a smile on his face. “I WILL come out and get them.”
“Okay. Well, they’re right here.” She held onto them and put them on her lap.
Jacob rewrapped the towel around his hips and tightened it, then walked out into the room.
Bella’s own reaction startled her. She knew what Jacob looked like without a shirt. She’d seen him hundreds of times. But it had been so long, and something about the fact that it was just a towel between her and… him. A towel that she knew from experience could slip oh-so-easily if one wasn’t careful. She felt her heart literally lurch when he came toward her.
He held out his hand for his clothes, and she just smiled sweetly at him, not offering to hand them over.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
“You want them?” Her voice cracked when she spoke, but she didn’t cave. “You have to get them from me.”
He went to lunge for her, but she’d anticipated that that was what he was going to do, so she rolled aside and sprang from the bed. He had only made a half-hearted attempt, she knew, or he would have caught her. She ran to the other side of the bed.
“They’re right here,” she teased, waving them in front of her like a matador’s cape.
She expected him to run around the bed toward her, but instead he jumped onto the bed and over it so fast, she didn’t even have time to blink. He grabbed her and pulled the sweatshirt and pants out of her hands. They were both laughing and breathless, and she squealed when he caught her.
His arm was around her waist, and her hands were against his chest. He looked down at the clothes in his other hand and tossed them onto the bed.
“I don’t really want them that much,” he told her before he crashed his lips against hers. His grip around her waist tightened and he pulled her against him.
Her arms slid from his chest up over his shoulders and around his neck.
His mouth wasted no time parting her lips, his tongue finding hers. His grip tightened when she responded with a soft, but audible moan. He wasn’t sure what she was playing at, but he wasn’t in the mood to ask questions.
He hadn’t told her earlier, because he didn’t want to embarrass her; but the way she was seated on the bed alongside the light from the lamp on the bedside, he could see her breasts illuminated perfectly beneath the white shirt. The perky little mounds, topped with what he was sure were Crayola crayon pink nipples, strained against the fabric. It was all he could do to stop himself from reaching for them and pinching the erect nubs.
It would have been only fair, as her hands were all over him. Pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck one minute, and then gliding down over his chest, running her fingers over his pecs. He gathered her hair in one hand and pulled it to one side, dragging his lips from hers and planting his hot mouth against her throat.
She threw her head back, reveling in the moist heat. This was so different from what she was used to. She’d had a tiny taste of it last spring, the morning of the newborn fight, on top of the mountain. His warmth, his strength, his size was so different from Edward’s cold, hard and unyielding body that she had become accustomed to.
She could hardly concentrate as Jacob continued to kiss her. It was with such… abandon. It was a far cry from the restraint she was used to.
It made her feel reckless. And a little afraid, as well.
“Jake?” his grip on her upper arms loosened when she spoke, but he continued to kiss her neck. “Jacob?”
He sighed and pulled back, readjusting and tightening the towel around his hips.
“Remember when I told you there were two things that I wanted you to do?”
“Mm-hmm. You wanted me to get you away from the wedding reception, and then something else that you said you would tell me later.”
“Uh-huh. Well, I - I’m ready to ask you the other thing now.”
“Anything.” He absently pulled all her hair to one side again; ready to dive back into the crease of that neck as soon as he agreed to whatever she wanted from him now.
“I’ve been wanting this for a long time, but,” she hesitated, looking down, not sure where to begin. “I never really wanted to get married,” she confessed. “It was the only way I could get Edward to agree to-to… make love to me,” she told him, embarrassed. “He’d always said It was too dangerous, and - “
“He’s right!” Jacob yelled, interrupting.
“No, wait, wait. Let me just explain something. He convinced me that if I married him, he would try - “
“He manipulated you, you mean,” Jacob interrupted again.
“We compromised,” Bella protested, not really believing her own words. “He said if I married him, and we were man and wife that he would try. But, in the meantime, he just… “ She bit her lip. “He just kept pushing me away! This whole last year!” her voice rose.
She paused and forced her emotions down. “It must have been making me angrier than I was admitting. It was all I could do to stop myself from yelling at him that if he couldn’t take care of me, then I was going to… I was going to go to La Push.” The last words came out a whisper.
Jacob’s eyes grew wide and she could see the hurt he tried to hide there. “You were going to use me to get back at him?”
She lowered her head in shame. “At first,” she admitted. “But then,” she shook her head. “The more I tried not to think about it, the more I couldn’t stop, and then the idea took on a life of its own, and… “ she swallowed hard and then looked up into his eyes. “And then I wanted it.”
He dragged her against him again.
“I was afraid to even let myself think about it,” she whispered against his chest. “I was afraid that you would see it written all over my face, or that Alice would see it and confront me, or tell someone.” She pulled back to look at him. “Then, after the wedding invitations went out, I didn’t even know where you were! I thought for sure you hated me! But I still couldn’t stop thinking about it. The more I fought it, the more I wanted it.” She laid her forehead against his chest again, embarrassed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I couldn’t! For exactly the reason you said! I didn’t want you to think I was using you.” She shook her head vigorously. “But I wouldn’t have been. I wouldn’t,” she murmured, standing on her tip-toes and kissing his neck.
He begrudgingly pulled himself away. “So what are you asking me, Bella? What exactly is your second request?”
She swallowed. She felt her own cheeks get hot, but refused to tear her gaze away from his. “Make love to me?”
He blinked, surprised. “Does this mean - “
She placed her hand over his lips. “No questions asked, remember?”
His eyes were dark and fervent, but he nodded.
He took her face in his hands, pulling it toward his own. He kissed her gently, some of the desperation of his previous ones, gone.
He pulled her against him; satisfied in a way he’d never dreamed of, knowing that she wanted him. As much as he’d dreamed of this, now he knew that she did too.
Bella felt his hands tickle up the backs of her thighs and hesitantly glide under the bottom of her shirt and squeeze her bottom. His grip managed to pull her lower body against him. Close enough to feel there was something going on under that towel.
She arched her back, throwing her head back and Jacob used the new position to his advantage, letting his mouth move down her body, to the top button just between her breasts. He licked the skin there as his hands came up her back and around, to cup each separate breast. His big hands completely covered each mound perfectly. He squeezed them together, softly kissing her cleavage. She felt his fingers undo the top button, and then the next. Once he’d completely undone all the buttons on her shirt, he spread it open like a present. The look on his face told her it was all he could have asked for and more. He watched his own fingers as they reached for her collarbone, and trailed down over her breasts reverently.
“Jake,” she whimpered, pulling his face to her. When his teeth and tongue hit her nipple, his grip on her ribs tightened as her legs buckled under her.
“Maybe we should move this to the bed,” he told her.
He hesitated. “Wait.” He slid the shirt over her shoulders first and watched it drop to the floor. He wanted the picture he’d had in his head yesterday, of Bella standing before him in her white thong to be realized before he did anything else.
Her hands flew to her breasts and she covered herself, looking down at the floor. “Bella,” he took each of her hands in his and pulled them gently away. “You’re perfection.”
He laid her down on the bed and climbed over her, looking at her body underneath his before he lowered himself down on top of her.
She became aware of Jacob pressed against her and bit her lip to muffle the moan that escaped. His mouth was back at her breasts, licking and sucking, and her back arched, encouraging him. His hand reached behind her knee and pulled it back, bending it. His fingers danced up and down her thigh, coming dangerously close to the crease of her panties, between her legs.
Her breath was coming way too quickly, and then it choked off completely, when his fingers finally skimmed all the way up her thigh, and over her panties right at her core. The sensation made her body buck reflexively. His palm moved up and smoothed across her stomach, making circular patterns as it came down closer to the elastic at the top of her underwear. She held her breath when his fingertips crept underneath and his index finger slid carefully between her folds and right over her swollen clit.
He pulled the flimsy white material down over her legs and tossed it aside. He took her by surprise when he spread her legs and maneuvered himself, his mouth suddenly on the inside of her thigh.
He inhaled and smelled her sweet scent. He’d imagined tasting her so many times in his dreams, he hoped she didn’t mind if he stayed right there all night long. Well, he may want to try a few other things too, but he planned to camp out between her legs and lick her till she couldn’t stand it anymore.
He was taking his time, teasing her just a little, kissing every inch of thigh that he could. Every time his tongue came close to her core, she’d jerk her hips slightly and her heart rate would kick up.
He was teasing himself just as much as he was teasing her. He wanted to bury his face between her thighs and make her feel things she’d never felt before. Things that leech, with his rock-hard mouth, razor-sharp, venom-soaked teeth, and cold popsicle tongue could never make her feel.
He blew softly on the moist flesh and she pumped her hips again and groaned. He could see in the dark, a glimpse of her pink sweetness, partway opened up to him. He couldn’t wait any longer, she was ready, he was more than ready, what was he waiting for?
He lowered his face to her, and finally, finally, tasted Bella. He could feel her hard little nub and he flicked his tongue over it, her tiny gasps of pleasure his reward. He’d come back to that. He gave it one last little swirl and then dove his tongue inside her, as deep as he could. He grabbed hold of her hips when she thrust them upwards at him. She tasted so fucking good, it was making him dizzy. He had to reach down and adjust himself, as he was straining against the towel, his erection so hard, it was tight against his belly.
Her little feet were moving, her toes flexing against the bedspread. Jacob replaced his tongue with a finger, and practically exploded himself as he eased it inside her. The feel of her tight little channel around him, made his erection throb.
He went back to her clit, which had doubled in size, and used his tongue, flicking and swirling, rubbing the little nub with accelerated speed. Her knees spread out wider and she grabbed onto his hair with both hands, making little whimpering noises. A moment later, her knees closed, locked against either side of his head.
“Oh god! Jacob. Ooohh, that’s so good. Oh, Jacob.” She spoke in a long moan as her body convulsed and gripped. Even once her knees finally relaxed and her grip on his hair loosened, he stayed put, content to lick away all the juices he’d just created.
She continued to make incomprehensible little moans, her head rocking from side to side.
“Stop,” she finally whispered. “Stop. Come here.” She took hold of his shoulders and pushed him off her, so he was on his knees between her legs. She pushed herself onto her own knees in front of him.
He looked at her curiously in the darkened room, and watched as she reached out and took hold of the towel that was still wrapped around him. His hard-on was making a gigantic tent in the front. She smiled shyly at him, before she dropped her gaze and undid the loosened ends. He watched her face as she pulled the towel away. He almost grinned when he saw her eyes grow round, and he hoped she wasn’t afraid of him.
He flinched when she reached out and swept her hand across him, before wrapping her fingers around his length and stroking him timidly. He shut his eyes and tried to think of something else, much as he wanted to give in to the sensation. But since he desperately wanted to last more than 30 seconds, he started doing multiplication in his head.
His eyes were shut, so he jumped when he felt her lips on his stomach. Then his eyes shot open when he felt her tongue on the tip of his shaft.
Jesus! Was she trying to kill him?
“Bella! Bella? Why don’t we just… “
She shook her head, holding onto the base of his shaft and swirling her tongue over the head like he was a Tootsie Pop.
“Honey,” he choked. “Please, I’m not going to be able to… agh.”
She put her little tongue back in her mouth and looked up at him. “But I want to.”
“Next time.” He took her face in his hands and pulled her up and away from his hard-on that was ready to pop like a firework on the 4th of July.
She laid back on the bed and pulled him down on top of her.
Ah hell!
“Bella, honey, I don’t… “
He knew he should have kept a couple condoms in his wallet! He had one in his old wallet, but he’d had it in there since the 7th grade and he didn’t know if it was any good anymore, so he’d given it to Quil.
Now he felt like crying. He laid his forehead against her shoulder, his eyes closed tight. “I don’t have a condom, honey.”
She scurried out from under him, and leaned over the side of the bed, picking her shoe up off the floor.
“I do.” She pulled a blue wrapper out of the front of her shoe and handed it to him with a little smirk.
“You had a condom? In your shoe? What - why?”
“I didn’t think you’d be there yesterday to rescue me, but I still hoped… “
“You stuck this in your shoe on the off chance that I would show up yesterday? You put this in your shoe because of me??”
She giggled, embarrassed, and nodded. She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “I brought two. Now use it,” she murmured against his lips.
Jacob didn’t have to be told twice. He peeled the wrapper open, almost dropping it in his hurry, and rolled it onto his length.
He heard Bella’s pulse hike up again, and looked up to see her watching with widened eyes. He grabbed her and pulled her against him, loving the feeling of his cock against her silky soft skin.
“Now come here little girl, this will only hurt a little,” he teased, easing her down onto the bed. She giggled breathlessly, her nervousness apparent underneath.
The head of his shaft slid against her wetness. He took his time and didn’t rush, he knew she was scared. He made no attempt to enter her, just let her get used to feeling him against her. He placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her softly. As the kisses deepened, he gently moved his hips, easing just the tip in.
Bella pushed her hips against him, wanting more, her tongue dipping into Jacob’s mouth, searching for his.
He pumped a little harder, his head dizzy with the slippery tightness gripping him. He was fighting his basic instincts, determined not to thrust too hard and hurt her. But it wasn’t easy.
Once he got about halfway in, he felt her body clench tight and knew he’d hit it. He tried to distract her with kisses, caressing her thighs and breasts, while gently pushing his way in. He kept waiting for her to protest, but the only sounds she made, were small whimpers.
A few moments later, and he was in.
All. The. Way. In.
Bella was still moving her hips, so he knew she wasn’t in too much pain, but he continued to pump gently. It was amazing. He couldn’t believe it. He was making love to Bella.
And then it was too much.
The tightness.
The wetness.
The heat.
Her hips moving under his. Meeting every one of his thrusts.
“Oh, Jacob.”
That was it. She said his name and he exploded inside her.
“Bella.”
They lay together, still connected, no words needing to be spoken. He didn’t ever want to get up. He didn’t ever want to not be joined together with her.
“I love you Jacob.”
He smiled the happiest smile of his life when she mumbled those words to him, right on the verge of sleep.
“I love you too, Bells.”
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