The Consequences {Jacob Black}

Chapter CXXXVI: Jacob's Point of View

"I wanted to talk to about something really quick," I said, watching her throat bob as she drank her coffee. I heard her heart stutter and knew she was assuming the worst, but I needed to get this out. Our relationship had always been about talking and comforting and being around each other. We had changed so much of that after we'd first had sex. What we had now was great and I know that Annie hasn't regretted a moment of it.

But now I was fighting to keep what we'd always had. I wanted the Annie that laughed and teased and put up with my shit. I didn't want her to think that all we had to be was sex, that that was morning more important than everything else about us. Because what we had before sex, before the actual relationship was something that very few people ever get to have. "What's wrong?" she asked. Her timid voice pulled at my heart. She always thought it was her fault, that she was the person who had done something wrong.

"I wanted to talk to you about what you said last night," I said, but the fear that flashed in her eyes was unmistakeable. "Or, I guess you didn't say it, but I still wanted to talk to you about it." She flushed red as she figured out what I was hinting at. I didn't really understand it. We had always talked about things, anything. She wasn't exactly quiet about what she wanted from me. So why was this any different? Was she embarrassed? "You're seriously going to blush? You'll tell me how to do things but you won't talk about it with me afterwards?" She giggled along with me a little and looked down at the bedspread, staring at the paisley pattern. "Please look at me?" I begged when I had regained control of myself. This was about her, about us, about the things that were truly important.

Her blue eyes were shining, reflecting the bits of green. She was so fearful, trepidation glimmering in the icy blue depths. "I love you, Ryanne. And I love the things that we do," I said. She bit her lip and turned the same color as a cherry. But she managed to keep her eyes even with mine. I continued. "But I don't want you to think that we have to do something everything that we're not at home. Don't get me wrong, sex is great but I love you for you." She was still staring at me letting the words sink in. "So on nights like last night, when you're exhausted and can't keep your head up, I don't want you to feel like you have to have sex with me. I don't need it from you," I said.

I figured that would be the end of our conversation. What else was there to say? I guess she had more because she tore her eyes from mine and stared down at the bed again. "I just — — You registered me for that fight because you know that it would make me feel better and I wanted to do the same for you," she murmured.

"You make me feel better just by being around me, Annie," I replied just as quietly.

"That's the only thing that I can do to make you feel better?" She pulled away from my hold, although I was only resting my hand on her thigh. She crossed her legs and stared at me, daring me to say that I didn't want this. Her chest heaved with a big breath. "Well then, I think I'll just go back to bed." She rolled herself to her knees and I thought I was going to lose my mind. She wanted this... Fine.

I launched myself from the side of the bed to her, bracing my weight on my forearms and pressing her down into the mattress. In a moment that she probably didn't even realize, I had wrapped one arm around her waist and flipped onto her bed, pressing my body along the length of hers. "I can think of some other things that you could do that would make me feel good," I whispered. I sat up a little so that I wasn't resting my weight on myself. I pressed her legs together and grabbed her hands from her belly and gathered them in one hand. Her whole body was stretched out before me. I leaned down and found her lips in mine, lining her bottom lip with my tongue.

She opened her mouth to me, flicking my upper lip with the tip of her tongue. I shivered and rolled my hips in desire, feeling the blood rush through my body. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, feeling the silkiness gliding along my own tongue. The hand that I wasn't using to hold her hands still came down to stroke the soft skin of her waist. "You're going a little too slow," she complained, her lips still pressed against mine. I chuckled at her eagerness and pulled back.

I was admiring the shapely curves of her. Her arms were well toned and sun tanned, contrasting with the creaminess of her chest. Her armpits created hollows before flaring out to her breasts. I gently pressed one of my knees between hers until her legs were parted enough for me to rest between them. She kept widening her straddle until she was almost in a straddle, her chest heaving between the bed and me. "I love you, baby girl," I whispered, leaning down and taking her mouth in mine. She moaned in response but I took it as an I love you too.

I was so glad to be so much taller than her. I was able to keep my hand wrapped around her wrists while I ducked down to kiss her neck. She bucked her hips up towards me when I hit the sweet spot just below the swell of her throat. I could feel the moan vibrating in her throat as I kissed my way farther down her chest, between the valley of her breasts, up the slopes created by them, around each delicate nipple. She jumped again, breathing out my name between closed teeth.

I slid my hand down her flat stomach and over her hips, mapping the veins that stood out in her pale skin on her inner thighs when I'd made my way there. "You're being a tease," she muttered. Her voice was so shaky, it was almost impossible to understand. Almost.

I gently slid one large finger into the heat of her core, feeling the silky wetness around my finger. I looked up and watched her bite her lip as she undulated her hips against me. "Not yet," I whispered when I could feel her trying to bring herself over the edge. He released her hands and laid my forearms over her hips and pushed her down so that she was still again. Her hands threaded through my hair, pulling on it until I complied and brought my face to hers. Her nose whispered across my lip. I pressed my lips to the perky little tip, watching her smile bloom over her face.

"Jake," she moaned when I was still grinding my hips into hers and kissing her slowly.

I thought I was going to lose my mind the moments that she whispered my name. While I was still kissing her, nipping at her bottom lip and feasting on her mouth. I hated when we got to this point, where I felt like I was harder than I had ever been in my entire life. I pressed the tip of my length against her wet core, slowly but surely pressing myself into her. Her mouth stopped moving around mine and opened wide with a breathy moan as I buried myself in her.

I didn't know if it was the imprint, if it was the fact that it was me and Annie, but I never got enough of this. The two of us, together in a way that I would never have with someone else... It was breath taking. I pulled back and thrust back into her, feeling her hips roll to meet mine. She whimpered into my mouth. The first time that we'd gone this far, that whimper had scared the shit out of me. I thought that she was in pain, but now I understood that quiet little sound. It was the whine she made when she was moments away from coming apart at her seams. Her lips began shaking and quivering in our kiss as I built speed. She met me, thrust for thrust, matching my speed as her walls began fluttering around me.

She was all but screaming, her guttural whines and moans mingling with the grunts that I was giving off. "Don't stop, please, Jake," she managed breathlessly. As if I could stop at this moment, when her eyes were half closed and her mouth wide open with want. Her chest was rising and falling between us, her breasts pressing against me and then dropping down as she panted for air.

I buried my face in her neck and felt her pulse thrumming against my lips. She shouted as she finally broke apart. She constricted around me and clenched down on me. The fluttering and tightening made me lose the little control that I had. I sank my teeth into the mark on her cheek, her sweat on my tongue, the mango taste filling my mouth as I pulled away.

I rolled off of her and laid myself down on my side, breathing hard as we both recovered. I grabbed my girl and pulled her tight into my chest and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She chuckled, the sound almost like air. "We, uh," she swallowed to wet her throat, "we might want to call for a late checkout."

There will be a double update today to make up for yesterday's nonexistent chapter. Sorry about that.