JPOV
I was pretty fuckin' happy with how my Bella was gettin' along with Peter and Charlotte. Char was actin' like she had found some long lost sister and the thought that someday they would be sisters brought a smile to my face. Peter and I were sittin' watchin' the girls. They were currently paintin' their nails and watching some chick flick. I was glad that Char was able to bond with Bella. Poor girl could use another woman around here. She could also use a friend. Unfortunately, Alice and Char never got along as I had originally hoped. Alice was just too darn pushy on the fashion scene and that wasn't Char.
"So Bella, any men in your life?"
"Just my roommate, Drew. He's the one that used to work the bar with me when we worked at Vamped."
"That cute blonde guy with short hair?"
"Yeah, that would be him."
"That all ya gonna give me Sug?"
"There's really not much to give Char. He's my best friend; we met at Vamped a few years ago. He was a little down on his luck and needed a place to stay. I had room and we've been living together ever since. He's been there for me through some pretty ugly times."
I cringed when I thought of another man comforting my Bella; even if the man was her gay best friend. "Easy Major," Peter whispered, "you're startin' to project."
"He sounds like a good friend," Char said somewhat sadly.
"He's the best. We're actually having a girls-day shopping trip tomorrow before he goes back to Maine for Thanksgiving. You're welcome to come with us if you'd like. It's supposed to be cloudy so that won't be an issue."
Char smiled brightly, venom tears welling in her eyes that would never fall. "Really?"
Bella leaned over and hugged Char tightly. "Of course you can! Besides, you could really use some time away from Dumb and Dumber."
"Thank you," Char whispered quietly in Bella's ear.
"I owe your girl," Peter whispered, low enough so only I could hear it.
"Anytime Char. Just come on over to my apartment tomorrow morning around 10am. Jasper can give you directions," she said, smiling in my direction. I returned her smile with a lazy grin of my own.
Bella had mentioned earlier that she had to get home early so she could make dinner for her and Drew since he was essentially useless in the kitchen. "He could burn a salad," she had said. At least I wasn't the only man in her life that's useless in a kitchen.
Peter stood up and took Bella into his arms. "You're comin' back aren't ya Kitten?" he asked, spinning her around. Bella giggled and I suppressed a growl. He was pushin' his luck.
"Petey, you couldn't keep me away!"
"That's my girl."
Three things happened after that. One, Peter grabbed onto Bella's ass and squeezed. Again. Two, Peter brought his filthy lips to my mate's lips in a chaste kiss before setting her on the ground. And three, the Major pounced.
In the blink of an eye, I had Peter pinned to the wall with one of my hands around his neck. I could feel Bella's fear for Peter and reveled in it; her fear feeding the monster within.
"Jasper let him go!" Bella screamed and he roared again.
"Who the fuck do you think you are? Touchin' my mate? Keep your hands off of what don't belong to you! She is MINE!" I roared and Peter smirked. I could still feel Bella's terror but it was masked by a shit storm of anger.
"Jasper Whitlock, let go of Peter or so help me…" Bella said authoritatively. I didn't relent. This fucker would have to learn. He can't go around kissin' my girl and get away with that shit. "I said let him go. NOW!" she roared. I could feel her eyes on me. My grip on Peter's neck loosened as I let him go.
When I turned around, I was met with the beautiful sight of Bella's fury. She was giving me a fierce, fiery glare and, if looks could kill, I would be nothing but a smolderin' pile of ash at her feet. Her jaw clenched and unclenched as she continued to stare icily at me. Her eyes were getting darker and darker with each passing second as her anger unfolded.
"Thanks Kitten," Peter said quietly to Bella. She looked at him and her expression softened as she smiled at him. Then it went right back to scowling when she looked back at me. She pinched the bridge of her nose – something she picked up from Edward – before speaking.
"You're no different than Edward is. Well newsflash, I don't fucking belong to anyone!"
"Isabella…" I started, but she cut me off.
"I don't want to fucking hear it. I'm out of here… and don't even fucking think about following me or I'll make sure you see some shit you obviously don't want to see," she said, spinning on her heel and running towards the door.
Big fuckin' mistake. You don't run away from the Major. He didn't like it. "Isabella!"
"Fuck you!"
I was in front of her in a heartbeat and had her up against the wall, with one hand on each side of her. Peter and Charlotte weren't far behind me. "Where do you think you're goin' Little Girl?"
Her eyes narrowed. But she said nothing.
"You'd do well to answer me," I said, nuzzling her neck. I could feel her resolve starting to waver.
"Fuck you."
"That could be arranged."
"Go to hell."
"Isabella…" she was still angry, but lust was starting to take over. Then it went right back to anger.
"If you think you scare me, you're more delusional than I thought," she said calmly. I checked her emotions and there was anger, a ton of anger, and lust. But there wasn't an ounce of fear to be felt. "Let me go Jasper. NOW!" I reluctantly took a step back and she scooted around me and out the door.
I looked at Peter and Char, not sure what to do. Peter looked over at Charlotte and nodded his head in the direction of the door.
"Wait for me Sug!" she yelled before running to catch up with Bella.
"I fucked that up didn't I?" I asked Peter, turning to look at him.
"Yup."
BPOV
How dare he? I don't fucking belong to him! I don't fucking belong to anyone! He really was no better than Doucheward. Always telling me what to do, when to do it; always protecting me from the big scary world around me like I was made of glass. Always thinking I was his. Now Jasper was doing the same exact fucking thing.
To say I was pissed would be the understatement of the century.
But I was also a little turned on because let's face it… seeing him all badass was a huge turn on. Even if I didn't like the possessiveness.
"If you grip that steering wheel any harder, it's gonna snap in half Sug."
Charlotte was right; this poor little steering wheel was going to snap. So, I lessened my hold.
"If you didn't have a heartbeat, I would mistake ya for one of us," she said with a light hearted chuckle. I chuckled too.
"Don't underestimate the power of a pissed off woman."
"He can't help it Bella," Char said softly. I didn't say anything, I just kept driving.
The rest of the drive was extremely quiet and it seemed like forever until I was pulling into the parking lot of my apartment building. I parked in my normal spot right next to Drew's Mustang. "Looks like my roommate is already home," I said, turning off and exiting the car. Charlotte followed me up to my apartment.
I opened the door and was met with a very upset looking roommate. "Lucy! You got some 'splainin' to do!"
"But Ricky!"
"Seriously B, you didn't even leave a note. I come home with no roomie to be found!" he exclaimed exasperatedly before pulling me into a tight bear hug.
"Sorry D, I went to Jasper's today. Speaking of which, this is Charlotte," I said, pointing to the petite blonde bombshell behind me. "I've invited her to go with us tomorrow."
Drew surprised me when he brought Charlotte into a hug, not flinching when he felt the coldness or the hardness of her body. Charlotte stiffened slightly, caught off guard by the unusual reaction, before hugging him back. "What the hell is in the water around here? Baby B, when were you gonna tell me you up and started hanging out the pretty people?" he asked as he let go of Charlotte. That sly dog was trying to charm the pants off of her.
So what did Charlotte do? She fucking giggled. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "It was gonna be my dirty little secret D. Ya caught me," I said, smirking.
Charlotte had helped me make dinner. Well, she helped as much as she could considering she had no clue what she was doing. Once dinner was made, Charlotte 'left' saying she had to go make dinner for her hubby.
After we finished eating dinner, watching a movie, and saying goodnight to each other, I got the shock of my life when I walked into my bedroom and Charlotte was sitting on the bed reading my copy of The Killer Angels.
"Gah! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Oh you ain't even close to havin' a heart attack Sug. Trust me."
I laughed. "Not that I'm complaining but why are you still here? I thought you went home."
She set the book down and patted the spot beside her on the bed. "I think we need to talk about what happened at the house earlier."
I sighed. "Can I at least change first?"
"Of course," she said, smiling softly.
I went to my dresser and grabbed a white cotton v-neck tee, white cotton panties and a blue pair of cotton pajama pants. I made my way to the bathroom and changed quickly into my pajamas. Okay, maybe I wasn't that quick because I'm ninety per cent positive I heard the tea kettle whistle.
When I got back into my room, Charlotte was still sitting on my bed. Only this time, she was holding a steaming cup of what I assumed, by the heavenly smell, was hot cocoa.
"I thought you could use some. While it smells revolting, I hear it's very comforting," she said with no trace of her southern accent to be heard. I could only assume that shit was about to get serious.
I sat next to her and took the hot mug. "Thank you," I said quietly before taking a sip of the chocolaty liquid. "My mom used to make me hot cocoa when I was stressed out about something," I said with a small smile.
Charlotte smiled too. "You miss them." It was more a statement than a question.
"Did Jasper tell you?"
"No. He didn't have to. It's how you act when you mention them; and the mementos you keep. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that one of those guitars over there used to belong to your father. If I had to guess, I'd say it's the older one," she said, pointing to the two guitars standing in the corner of my room.
"Yeah. He taught me to play when I was like four. I haven't played since… "
"What happened, Bella?" Charlotte asked softly, placing a reassuring hand on my knee. I knew what she was doing; she was getting me to trust her so I would talk. And it was working. It was working like a charm.
"Her name is Victoria and she won't stop killing the people I love until I'm dead." Charlotte gasped at the mention of Victoria's name. I could only assume that Jasper had told them about James and the crazy bitch. "The Cullens and I first met her when her coven interrupted a baseball game. James caught my scent and immediately wanted me. The Cullens protected me, of course, and tried going after him. Jasper and Alice took me to Phoenix to get me out of Forks but James had figured it out. He had me convinced that my mom had come home early and that he had her."
"You went to save her."
"I thought that if I surrendered myself, he would let my mom go. When I got to the ballet studio, he was there and my mom was nowhere to be seen. I realized it was a trap. He tortured me, broke a few bones… bit me," I traced the crescent shaped mark on my wrist that was colder than the rest of my body; "it was then that Edward finally arrived. He slammed him around a little before the others showed up. The venom from the bite was already trying to spread but Edward sucked it out to stop the change while Jasper, Emmett, and Alice took care of James… at least that's what I was told happened. Ever since then, Victoria has been hell bent on making me suffer to punish Edward. A mate for a mate she had said."
"How did you get away from Jasper and Alice?"
"We were at the airport, an airport that I knew all too well. Jasper walked me to a bathroom and waited outside. What he didn't know was that the bathroom I went to had a secondary door. I made a split second decision and ran. When I got outside, I handed a taxi driver a wad of cash and I got to my house first before going to the ballet studio. Jasper never even knew I was gone until I didn't come out."
I had always wondered how Alice didn't see that; or if she had seen it and chose not to do anything about it. But it wasn't important now.
"That's brilliant," she chuckled.
"Just to let you know, Drew has no clue about this next part so please don't bring it up. The day my ex boyfriend, Jake, proposed, Victoria murdered Charlie. We were coming back from the beach to tell Charlie about our engagement. He had always been a 'team Jacob' person and wanted nothing more than for me to marry him and would have been ecstatic by the news. Well, it turns out she was waiting for me but ran into Charlie at the house instead since I wasn't there. When I got home, Charlie was already near death. Jake couldn't phase or anything because Charlie and I would have both been hurt in the small space. Charlie told Jake to get me the hell out of there and to take care of me and that's what Jake did. "
"What do you mean Jake couldn't phase?"
"He was a shape shifter. He calls it a werewolf but he's no werewolf, he just phases into a giant vampire killing wolf."
"You certainly are a danger magnet aren't you?"
"I've been told that a time or two, yes."
"Sorry, I keep interruptin'. Go on," she urged softly.
"Three weeks later, my mom and stepdad were killed in the exact same manner. They had every single bone in their body broken before they were drained of all the blood. I pretty much lost it after that. I was so angry at Jake… I blamed him for everything. Had he just let Victoria kill me, my parents would still be alive! He should have just given her what she wanted! But no, he was selfish and had to save me! I hated him for it… I hated him with every fiber of my being. I hated him more than I hated Edward… and so I broke his heart. I flat out told him I hated him and wanted nothing to do with him; that I would rather die a thousand deaths than become his wife. I left that day and never looked back." I could feel the tears roll down my face; hot against the skin of my cheeks.
Charlotte scooped me up into a hug and I couldn't help but breathe in her scent; it was a comforting blend of citrus and spice. I pulled away when I was finished crying. "I've been crying too much today!" I exclaimed exasperatedly.
"It's good to cry… especially since you won't be able to someday." Charlotte stiffened immediately after she said that.
"What did you just say?"
"I meant that… well shit. Bella, honey, you're meant to be one of us. You're meant to be with Jasper."
I shook my head 'no'. I knew I was falling in love with him… but that didn't mean jack diddly. I was in love with Edward too and look how that turned out.
"Yes, sugar, you are."
"This has to do with earlier. He called me his mate."
"That's because you are."
"Alice is his mate, just like Edward is mine," I said, still shaking my head.
Denial ain't just a river in Egypt Swan.
"No, Sweetheart. From the moment you were born, you belonged to Jasper Whitlock, even if you two didn't know it. You've always felt it. That pull towards him… that feeling of comfort when he's around… that feeling that you were safe no matter what. You felt that pull, that's why you came to Forks instead of going to Jacksonville. You felt it at your eighteenth birthday; deep down, you knew he would never hurt you. You may have loved Edward, and even Jake, but you never felt complete. There was always a void that couldn't be filled, wasn't there?"
I slowly, hesitantly nodded my head. What she had just said was the truth; I had felt all of that and more. I still didn't like that 'belong' shit though. Bella Swan belongs to no one. "You said earlier that he couldn't help it. What did you mean by that?"
"He can't help how he acts. It's in his nature to fight anyone off that touches you. We're possessive, selfish creatures; he was doing what instinct told him to. If you weren't mated, that would have never happened. His instinct told him to kill Peter for kissing you and he would have, if it wasn't for you. And for that, I have to thank you."
I smiled at her. "I like Peter too much to let him die," I explained with a light hearted laugh. "So, let me get this straight. Jasper and I are… mates. I belong to him just as much as he belongs to me." I cringed when I said that last part. That would take some getting used to.
Charlotte nodded.
"So there's no playing the field anymore?"
Charlotte laughed jovially. "Not if you want your partner to live."
"Well that kind of… sucks. No pun intended."
"I assure you Bella; you won't be disappointed with Jasper. He's a good lover. And he'll bend to your every will and give in to your every desire."
"I don't think I want to know how you know that."
"Oh come on Sug, we're both grown women here. Besides, I've never really had a sister to talk to about that kind of stuff with," she said with a warm smile.
"That kind of brings me to another point. You said I would be like you someday."
Charlotte sighed. "Jasper would never force it on you but yes, you'll be one of us one day."
I still didn't know how I felt about that. Sure, at one point I wanted it but that was before a vampire destroyed my family. "How do you know?"
"Peter said it was true."
"So what, is Peter psychic… like Alice?"
"No, he's not psychic. But he get's these feelings; kind of like a sixth sense almost. He's never been wrong yet so I trust him. So does Jasper."
"Oh."
"You don't seem too enthused about that."
"I… don't know. It's just a lot to take in I guess. I mean yesterday, I was just a normal girl with a crush on her friend and today, I find out I'm mated with said friend and am supposed to become a vampire. What's gonna happen tomorrow, am I going to find out that Santa Claus and the Boogeyman exist?"
We both laughed. It felt so good to get everything out there. It felt good to have someone to talk to. It felt good to have a sister.
"Well, Peter does have his theories, but he won't tell me. One thing I can tell you is that you can come to me for anything Bella; I already consider you my sister. So does Peter and our house is always open to you anytime you need to talk, it's not like we sleep," she laughed again before pulling me in for another hug. "Now, I need to be gettin' back to my husband and your man is right downstairs. Should I send him up?" she asked, pulling back from our hug.
"Yes," I said quietly.
"Before I go, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"How come you weren't afraid of him?"
I knew what she was talking about. She was talking about what happened earlier at her house with Jasper. "If I had shown fear, he would have won. I don't like losing."
"Peter was right, he's gonna have his hands full with you Sug."
And with that, she was scooting out the door to the balcony. A second later, my blonde cowboy was coming through the French door.
"Hi," I said shyly, trying with all my might to not look at him. It wasn't working though. At all.
"Hi yourself," he said, taking slow, tentative steps towards the bed.
"You can come over, I won't bite," I said, smiling softly and patting the spot where Charlotte sat. In a flash, he was sitting beside me. "I'm sorry," I said, leaning over and placing a light kiss on his cheek.
"I should be apologizin' to you Darlin'. Not the other way around."
"No, you were doing what came naturally and I over-reacted," I said, leaning up against him and resting my head on his shoulder.
"I don't exactly know whats goin' on and what I'm feelin' but I understand it a little more now."
"Me too; Charlotte explained it a little. I'm still a little confused but with time I'm sure I'll understand it. I mean, some of it definitely makes sense."
"You're overwhelmed."
"Well, yeah. I mean this whole time I thought Edward was my mate and Alice was yours and then I run into you and find out everything I ever thought or believed was wrong. And then you go all possessive caveman on me."
"I know. This is new for me too Darlin'. But I feel it… that pain in my chest when we're not close to each other. Just like I feel that imaginary rubber band tryin' to force us back together."
I couldn't help but smile as the tears fell down my cheeks because he felt it too.
I was sick of crying! I cried all damn day long!
"Hey," he said softly. I looked at him through tear stained eyes. "Come here," he said softly again, pulling my body into his side. He wrapped his arms around me and held me.
"This changes things, Jasper," I whispered.
"It doesn't have to. I care about you, Bella, and I don't want to lose what we have. I can't lose you."
I pulled back and looked into his red eyes. His eyes were soft and spoke the words he couldn't say yet. They were full of compassion and dare I say it… love? "Really?"
"Really." He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on the tip of my nose. As chaste and innocent as it was, the gesture was surprisingly intimate. I closed my eyes briefly and reveled in the warm tingly sensation that was surging through me; a sensation that only followed Jasper's touch.
When I opened my eyes, I was met with a pair piercing eyes that were burning with such a fierce passion; beckoning me closer. I looked down to his lips and found myself subconsciously inching closer. That's when I noticed Jasper doing the same. I knew I was treading in very dangerous, shark infested waters. But I couldn't help it; the danger was enticing and the ability to control the predator was a powerful thing.
"Bella," I heard him whisper before he closed the few inches between us and gently brought his lips to mine.
Our lips slowly moved together in perfect synchronization. I felt his tongue jut out of his mouth and lightly trace my bottom lip. I parted my lips and his tongue slowly entered my mouth. Our tongues twisted and twirled against each other in a perfect, sensually slow tango. He led and I followed.
This kiss was slow and gentle, but full of immense, raw passion at the same time. This kiss was perfect. One of Jasper's hands moved behind my body and rested on the small of my back. He gently leaned me backward and I scooted my butt down so my back was on the bed and my head was resting on the pillow. His torso hovered over me and he kept his legs to the side of mine, resting against my own.
He pulled back and looked into my eyes, silently asking permission to continue. At that moment, when chocolate met crimson, the world stopped and everything in it, besides us, ceased to exist. I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and contemplated the situation for a split second before slowly, and hesitantly, nodding my head.
Jasper smiled gently before placing a sweet kiss on my lips. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," I said shakily. He heard the distress in my voice and I'm sure he could feel my apprehension.
"Bella, we don't have to do anything. Either way, nothing will change between us," he said; his voice firm, but soft at the same time.
"No, Jasper. I want this… I want you," I said with a new wave of determination.
He was obviously satisfied with the answer since he didn't hesitate in bringing his lips back to mine. Before either one of us could deepen the kiss, Jasper broke it; only to move onto my neck. His mouth moved down my chin and neck, stopping right at the crook. His lips slightly parted as he placed a single open-mouthed kiss there, before sucking lightly on the skin. He proceeded to pepper my neck with kisses and continued to my collarbone, nipping and sucking along the way.
His left hand moved sensually up my sheet and pajama clad side before coming up to cup my breast. "You're wearin' too many clothes, Darlin'. We need to reconcile the situation," he drawled and I'm pretty sure I melted into a pile of goo.
He reconciled that situation alright. Before I could protest, my clothes were ripped off and lying in a pile beside my bed. All that was left was a pair of plain cotton panties. Those too quickly joined the growing pile of garments on the floor.
That's certainly a first. And hot as fuck.
I was naked before Jasper and suddenly extremely nervous. I tried covering myself up with my hands, but Jasper was having none of it.
"You're beautiful, Bella. Please, let me see you," he said, placing another chaste kiss on my lips. He brought his hand up to my face and traced my cheek softly with one finger, before cupping my cheek. "Please?" he whispered. I melted under his touch and intense gaze and instantly relaxed. I nervously removed my hands, never taking my eyes off of Jasper. Jasper brought his mouth to my exposed neck and placed a gentle kiss on my jugular.
"So beautiful," he murmured against my throat. He kissed a trail of open-mouthed kisses from my neck down my collarbone, and finally stopped at the swell of my breasts. He moved his mouth to the right and placed a soft kiss over my heart. He continued to move down before his lips encased one of my nipples, sucking gently. All the while, his hand was carrying out the most delicious torture on the other. Rolling, pinching, and pulling it into a pebble. When he gently bit down, I moaned his name and my head fell backwards onto the pillow.
He moved down my body, leaving a fiery trail of kisses behind. He traveled down, finally stopping at my hipbone where he gently, yet firmly, sucked on the tender flesh. He murmured something against my skin that distinctly sounded like 'mine' but I couldn't care less because I was his. And his alone.
Jasper looked up at me through his long, thick lashes; pleading with his eyes to let him go further. When I didn't protest, he went down further until his mouth was on the inner part of my upper thigh, dangerously close to my overheated center.
"God, Bella, you smell so good. But I'll bet that you taste even better." His words went straight to my girly bits. Before I could do anything, I felt Jasper's cold tongue lick my slit from bottom to top, slightly parting my wet folds. The contrast in temperature was a sweet, sweet welcome. When he reached the top, he swirled his tongue over my sensitive bundle of nerves. I moaned in utter bliss. I whimpered when his tongue left my clit. "Mmm, I was right. You taste better than I could have imagined."
His tongue returned to my clit and my head lulled back to the pillow. I felt him insert one, long, skilled finger into me. His tongue lapped at my swollen bud as his finger thrust in and out and my orgasm began to build.
"Mmm…Jasper…" I moaned. I wanted more. No, I needed more.
He removed his finger and I pouted at the loss. He lifted his head, only to murmur, "Patience, Darlin'. I promise it'll be worth it," before thrusting two fingers inside of me. He continued his ministrations as he nibbled, sucked, and flicked my clit. I was speaking incoherently, with the exception of a few recognizable 'gods' and 'fucks,' while moaning and writhing beneath him.
When he softly bit my clit and curled his fingers upward, hitting that sweet spot, my legs began shaking. I arched my back and my breathing became erratic as I came; hard. Screaming and chanting Jasper's name as I rode out wave after delicious wave of my orgasm.
When I opened my eyes, Jasper was smirking, hovering above me. "You are stunnin' when you cum." I crashed my lips to his, groaning when I tasted my arousal on his lips. "I told you, you taste good," he said against my lips. I felt his firm erection pressing into my thigh and I wanted it. Badly.
"You're wearin' too many clothes there cowboy."
In the blink of an eye, he was stripped down to nothing and hovering above me once again. Gotta love that vampire speed at a time like this! "God, Bella, I want you so bad."
"Then take me, Jasper. I'm yours."
He didn't hesitate once as he entered me. When he was sheathed inside of me, he groaned loudly.
"You feel so good Darlin'!" He pulled himself back so that only the head of his cock was still inside me before thrusting forward again. He quickly established a slow, steady rhythm to his thrusts, nearly pulling out each time just to slam back into me. He leaned his body down over me, resting on his forearms, and brought his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply as he continued to move.
My breaths were coming heavily, as were his, and our moans were deep and throaty. He nuzzled my neck and brought his tongue to my ear, licking around the rim.
"More… please… God… "
He increased his pace a bit. My fingers came up to his shoulder blades, grasping them tightly as my nails made a futile attempt to dig into his marble skin.
"Fuck Bella! God… that's… shit… fuckin' amazin'… "
I was in love with this feeling, and I wanted… needed… more. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck, bringing him closer to me until our chests were touching and I was straddling his lap and quickly rolled us over so I was on top of him.
"Holy shit… fuck Bella."
I lifted myself off of him and positioned his cock at my entrance then lowered myself onto him, feeling every bit of his glorious cock; inch by glorious inch. He was so much deeper at this angle.
"God, Jas, you feel so fucking incredible." I moved my hips up and down, and back and forth riding him with fervor. I kept my eyes on his and my hands on his pecs for leverage. I rolled my hips and hit my sensitive bundle of nerves on his pelvic bone and moaned with wanton need. His hands found a place on each side of my hips and he continued to bounce me up and down.
He rose up into a sitting position and cupped my face in his hands, pulling me in for a languid kiss. Neither of us rushed. We took our time and enjoyed the feel of each other without any ill thoughts or distractions. We were just Jasper and Bella. It was how it was always meant to be.
He wrapped one arm around my waist while his other hand massaged a breast. He broke our kiss and his mouth latched onto my other nipple to gently suck. I ran my fingers through his hair and moved my hips faster and rode him with purpose. I felt the tip of his tongue flick at my nipple and I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as that familiar tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach spiraled out of control as my orgasm took me.
"Oh, Jasper…ahhh," I moaned out.
"God, Bella, you're so fuckin' beautiful. So… fuckin'… beautiful," he groaned out, punctuating the last three words with a hard thrust. His movements became more erratic before letting out a guttural growl before cumming inside me, his eyes never leaving mine. "Ohfucksogood, baby," he ground out between clenched teeth as the last of his seed spilled out. When he was done, he leaned forward and kissed me gently on my swollen lips.
He crashed back down to the bed, bringing me with him. My head collapsed onto his shoulder. Jasper leaned his down over mine after placing a quick kiss on my forehead, both of us panting, even though one of us didn't need to.
"That was incredible, Bella. I don't think I've ever felt like that before," he said, planting a kiss on the top of my head.
"Me either," I answered honestly.
It didn't take me long to drift off to sleep in Jasper's strong, cold arms.
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So there ya have it folks... the first lemon of the story. What did y'all think? Since I haven't done it on my blog yet... I just wanna give a big 'ol shout out to my fuckawesome beta Jazzella for without her, there would be a shit load of repetitive words and errors. So, from the bottom of my heart, thanks girl!
