All Grown Up: The Story of Jacob and Renesmee Part I

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A/N: It's honeymoon time a.k.a. lemon time!

Jacob

I wanted to make these the most romantic and sensual days of Nessie's life. We were staying at the famous Bellagio hotel courtesy of Edward. We hardly even had to leave the hotel for anything or even our room, we were staying in a two-story villa. I tried not to think too much about the fact my father-in-law was footing the bill for this four-day sexual romp with his daughter. We had other plans too though: shows, swimming, dinners, and some kind of spa stuff that Nessie picked out. I was skeptical of it but Nessie was excited about it so I'm in. 

As soon as I closed the door to our room behind us, she held her hand out, "Wait, I want to put on something nice for you."

I wasn't going to argue. She dragged on of her suitcases into the bathroom and now I was sitting up in the huge round bed waiting for her. I'd put on my black silk boxers, the equivalent of male lingerie. While she was in the bathroom, I noticed there were mirrors on the ceiling and the closet doors, conveniently right next to the bed were mirrors. I called her and told her about the mirrors through the bathroom door. The response I got was a giggle. Oh damn, I wish she'd get out here already.

By this time, the sun was just starting to come up. I was glad our curtains were a thin white fabric so the light would be able to shine through. I just loved the way she looked in the morning light.

After what seemed like forever, the doorknob finally turned. I just sat there with my mouth hanging open at her. She replaced Bella's hair comb at the crown of her head with a shoulder length mesh veil that covered her face. The sheer white teddy hung loosely on her and it moved with her as she walked towards me. Her white thong had the word bride spelled out in tiny rhinestones across the front. She had a white garter belt with thigh high stockings and the same sexy shoes she'd worn all night. The shoes she married me in.

She walked to the bed at a tortuously slow pace. I held my arms out to her and she crawled into my lap, sitting on my thighs.

"Why are you covering my favorite part, huh?" I teased in a soft voice as I lifted her veil.

She smiled at me as I cupped her face in my hands. I kissed her tenderly, taking her bottom lip in mine. I traced her lips with my tongue and she opened them with a sigh. I squeezed her thighs as she rubbed my tongue with her own. I held her heavy breasts and made gentle circles on her nipples with my thumbs. Our kiss grew deeper and I rolled her onto the bed so that she was on her back. I got on my knees between her legs and slipped my hands under the teddy to rub her stomach.

I ran my fingers across the lacy top of her stockings and under the straps that connected them to her garter belt. I traced the edge of her panties where her leg met her body, I could see the white fabric darkening in the middle with her wetness. I put her legs on my shoulders and softly kissed the dark spot, my kisses became firmer and as the wet spot grew, I teased her through the panties with my tongue. I unhooked the garter from her stocking with my teeth then used them to pull her panties down to her knees. She lifted her legs for me to remove them and then put them back on my shoulders. She grabbed my face and tried to push it in between her legs but I kissed her stomach instead. I pushed the teddy up to her neck and kissed every inch of her breasts. I pushed them together as I kissed back down to her stomach, down to where she really wanted my mouth to be.

I kissed her there, up and down her slit, trailing my lips over it before parting her with my tongue. She whimpered and pressed my face into her. I licked her with the widest part of my tongue and though the sound was muffled by her thighs, I heard her let out a low moan when I closed my lips around her clit. I could feel her high heels digging into my back as I sucked on her, tasting her wonderful taste. I looked up at her as I licked and I could see that she was watching us in the mirror on the ceiling. Her breath was coming in as gasps.