Can't Stand To See You Cry (Jacob)

Chapter 37

"Oh my God!  I thought they were never gonna leave!” Jacob gasped as he deposited Nessie on their bed and leaned over her.

“You are so mean,” she giggled, yanking on the front of his shirt and pulling him down on top of her.

“I can’t help it,” he murmured.  “I’ve missed this.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised as she snaked her hands behind his back and pulled him closer.

“I’d like to see you try,” he challenged, nudging her thighs open and settling between them.

Nessie tugged on the hem of his shirt and smiled sinfully.  “I want this...off.”

Jacob backed away, putting his weight on his knees.  She gasped when he tore his shirt off quickly and pulled hers off as well.  Ever since they had woken up together with her shirt missing, he had become obsessed with feeling her bare skin against his.  He left her bra on, knowing his control was raveling away, and he hadn’t even kissed her yet.

He sighed appreciatively as he stared down at her.  She scowled, becoming terribly impatient with this pace.  When Nessie raised herself up on her elbows to meet him halfway, he joined her in a scorching kiss.  Her hands wandered over his backside, gripping and tugging, pulling him forcefully closer to her.

He finally relaxed, allowing his full weight to rest on her.  When she tried to slide her hands inside his waistband, he reached back, gripped her wrists and slammed them down on the mattress above her head.  She whimpered in response and bucked her hips up for more contact.  Her head lolled back as he attacked her neck now.  “Oh, Jacob,” she panted.

His name on her lips drove him completely insane.  He pulled back slowly, gazing down on her angelic face, full lips, heavy-lidded eyes, and heaving chest.  His senses were on overdrive.  The taste of her tongue in his mouth, the feeling of her baby soft skin pressing against his stomach, and the smell of her hair splayed over the pillow had his head swimming.

Jacob pulled her to him, leaning back to cross his legs under her.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and slid her hands up his arms.  She ran her fingers over his neck and down his chest, smiling appreciatively.  “You’re getting so big again,” she noticed. 

He chuckled as gathered her in a warm hug.  “It’s your fault, ya know?”

“Me?  What did I do?”

Jacob lowered his gaze and replied, “It’s what you’re not doing.”  He wagged his eyebrows at her suggestively.

“Wow!” Nessie scoffed playfully.  “I’m sexually frustrated too, but you don’t see me doing a hundred pull ups in the middle of the night.”

Jacob buried his nose in the crook of her neck and laughed.  “I love you,” he mumbled, breathing deeply and inhaling her scent.

Renesmee raked her fingers through the hair on the top of his head and pulled back.  He moaned softly as she yanked roughly and she breathlessly asked, “Do you like that?”

He laughed huskily and murmured, “I like everything you do to me.”  He tangled his fingers through her hair and pressed his lips to hers.  She nibbled his lower lip and when his tongue peeked out, she sucked it into her mouth and he growled.

They pulled away breathlessly and pressed their foreheads together.  Renesmee shuddered when Jacob lightly dragged his fingertips over her shoulders and down her back.  “So…” he began, trying to regulate his breathing, “are you gonna tell me about this job or what?”

Renesmee gave him a stern look and sarcastically retorted, “I’ve been waiting for you to take your tongue out of my mouth.”

Jacob stuck his tongue out at her and she responded by squeezing his cheeks. “Staahhpp!”