Can't Stand To See You Cry (Jacob)

Chapter 39

Jacob held his breath.  He couldn’t believe his ears.  As much as they had talked about this moment and danced around it, it was finally here and he couldn’t believe it.  He smiled down at her sweet face as she continued to unbutton his shirt.  She gripped his neck and pulled him close to her, allowing her to slip his shirt off his shoulders.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Renesmee’s face.  There was no apprehension or fear.  She looked truly ready to take this next step with him...and it was so beautiful to see.

She smiled wickedly as she slid his belt from the loops of his jeans and tossed it to the floor.  She gazed up at him, seeing the way he watched her every move.  When she reached for the button on his jeans, he tensed up.  “Slow down,” he urged, pulling her close and pressing his lips to hers.

“I can’t wait anymore,” she breathed when she tore her lips away from his.  Jacob watched her slide his zipper down and crawl back to the end of the bed, where she could yank his jeans down his legs and throw them aside.

Renesmee stalked back up to him and reached for the waistband on his boxer briefs.  “Wait…” he murmured.  “Isn’t your turn to lose some clothes?”

She settled on his lap this time, feeling how hard he was with only their underwear between them.  “You have two choices,” she teased as she reached for the ribbons holding her teddy together.  “Top or bottom?”

Jacob smiled and turned them over in one swift move.  “I prefer to be on top,” he teased lightly.  His arms were holding him above her, but her hands were gripping his backside and pulling him impossibly close.

“That wasn’t what I meant,” she mumbled, reaching for the ribbons resting on her cleavage, fingers threatening to release her breasts from their lacy confines.

“Don’t you even think about it,” he warned, lowering his mouth to the valley between her breasts and licking a trail that led to that cute little bow holding everything together.  She buried her fingers in his hair and whimpered as he captured the ends between his teeth and pulled, painfully slow.

Renesmee watched his eyes as she slid the fabric away, revealing all that skin.  When he just stared, she brought her hands to her chest, squeezed both mounds and pinched the stiffened peaks.  “Oh, Jacob,” she moaned, arching her back.

His face dropped to where her hands were immediately nudging them aside so his mouth could take over pleasuring her.  He licked, sucked, bit and nibbled one nipple and then the other, taking care to give them equal attention.  Renesmee writhed under his mouth and grinded against him, spreading her legs as she did.

Jacob rolled them onto their sides and tugged at her panties, deciding she needed to be naked...now.  She assisted him by standing on the bed above him and shimmying out of them when he gripped the sides and pulled. 

Renesmee returned to his side and gripped his hand, forcing it between her legs. “Please,” she begged when he hesitated.

He watched her face as he trailed his fingers down her inner thigh, bending her knee, placing her leg behind him and allowing him access.  He crept his fingers back up her leg and used his thumb to part her curls.  She already felt so wet and ready.

Renesmee gasped and arched her back when she felt his fingers hovering.  “I’m ready,” she promised.

Jacob lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her sweetly as he plunged a finger into her wetness.  She gripped his shoulders and began rocking against his hand as she adjusted to the feeling.  He deepened the kiss as he added another finger.  She moaned into his mouth and dragged her nails over his back.