Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

In Which There is Kissing and Conversation in Equal Parts

I DO NOT OWN ANY PART OF THIS STORY

In Which There is Kissing and Conversation in Equal Parts

can't you see? i'm at your feet.

- shakira, whenever, wherever

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Jacob twisted in his chair, reaching out for me and I scrambled up in my seat to make it easier. His strong arms wrapped immediately around my waist and pulled my all-too-willing body across the console and into his lap. I was nearly panting by the time I settled across his legs, desire scorching through me like fire. Jake's hands gripped my waist tightly and my hands wound around his neck to grip the soft hair there.

I instinctively leaned in at the same time he did, and his forehead felt hot against mine when they pressed together. Jacob was breathing hard too, and it was hard to believe that less than fifteen seconds ago we were having polite conversation on opposite sides of the car. I could feel my pulse in my ears and I could hear Jacob's heart pounding and I neededsomething.

"I'm sorry - " Jacob panted, his voice coming out rougher than I'd ever heard it and one hand snaking up my side to clasp my neck. "I'm sorry, Ness, I just – I couldn't – can I kiss you?"

My voice cracked when I answered, "Please."

And then Jake's lips were on mine and a tornado could've ripped past us on the freeway and I wouldn't have noticed. My hands around Jacob's neck pulled him closer and his hand on the small of my back pressed harder. My legs spread wider to allow Jacob to pull me closer and soon we were pressed as close together as it was possible to get.

I let Jake lead me again, giving myself into the amazing sensation of his lips on mine. My lips parted and I sighed into his mouth, my tongue becoming disobedient again, trying to reach out. I was jolted with a new sensation when I felt something hot and moist touch my lips. Desire swirled in my stomach and I clung to Jake's neck for support as his tongue danced lightly along my bottom lip. I felt Jacob start to pull back and I made a disapproving sound, but he disconnected anyway, pulling back until his lips were barely brushing mine.

"Is – is this okay?"

"Yes," I whispered hurriedly against his mouth, my voice coming out breathy and strange. "Yes, it's fine, Jacob, just please – "

I was cut off by his lips crashing back into mine, effectively silencing me. The kiss wasn't rough, but not as gentle as before, and Jacob's tongue soon picked up where it left off, teasing my bottom lip. I pressed harder against Jacob, parted my lips a little wider, needing more of something but not knowing what.

Then Jacob's tongue danced a little further in and I realized what I wanted: I wanted to taste. Jacob's lips were amazing, warm and soft yet strong enough to make me yield under him and turn me into melted putty in his hands, but I wanted more. I wanted not only to kiss him, to feel his skin under my lips, I wanted to taste him.

Little by little my tongue slipped forward as I got more comfortable with the kiss, learned how to read Jacob's movements and switch my head from side to side to better enjoy his lips from every angle. Finally, when Jacob had relented his teasing temporarily, I stole my chance and ran my tongue experimentally along his bottom lip.

I was floored.

He wasn't sweet, he wasn't salty; he didn't taste like he smelled, something I could identify. It was different, unexplainable. He tasted like Jacob. Pure, unadulterated, unconcentrated Jacob. It was the best thing I had ever tasted.

Jacob stiffened under me after my bold move and my first reaction was to freeze, certain I'd done something wrong. But then his lips began moving more insistently against mine and I knew I hadn't, that he had . . . liked it?