Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

Learning to Breathe	By : andarte Category: Twilight Series > Het F > Bella/Jacob Views: 5613 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or make any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Author's Note: The original oneshot that started all this, Learning to Breathe, was the product of boredom that just happened to turn into something I was proud of. Further boredom, and the suggestion of others, caused me to consider continuing the story. I know where I would take it, but as yet I’m unsure of whether or not I should do so. In the meantime, the story will be the equivalent of something like an oneshot collection -- each will be better if the others have been read, but you probably wouldn’t be missing anything if you just them randomly.

If response is good, then there may well be additions to this. If not, then I trust I’ve left loose ends suitably tied.

I was learning to breathe, and enjoying every minute of it.

Jacob’s excitement was contagious, not that I needed anything else to excite me. The heat of his body, the look in his eyes, and the way his hands caressed me all contributed to create a sensation that left me unable to function properly. I could do little else but lay there and enjoy his efforts, as all attempts to act were broken by the need to let my head fall back against the pillow as I listened to the sounds of my own moaning. It was strange to hear my reactions to him, nearly embarrassing, but Jake made it clear by his actions how thoroughly he enjoyed hearing me.

As always, Jacob could read me well. He waited until I was near begging before he pushed things further, determined to make my first time as enjoyable as possible. That was Jacob for you, doing everything he could to ensure my own happiness regardless of what torture those actions would hold in store for him. Even if it was a sweet torture.

He aligned himself at my entrance, already quite wet from his attentions. He leaned down closer to me, so that as much of our bodies were touching as possible, and kissed my lips slowly. When he felt me respond to his kiss, he thrust forward gently.

I gasped in pain, shocked at how thoroughly something meant to be pleasurable could cause such pain. My body tensed, as did Jacob’s in response. “Bells? Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

A nod was all I could manage for a moment, though he waited for me to speak before he answered. My body had already began to adjust to him inside of me, though I was well aware his recent werewolf inspired growth was not all in height. That was a detail I was more than willing to explore in full at a later date.

“I’m fine,” I said breathlessly, adjusting my body slightly beneath him. I didn’t miss the change in his expression as my hips shifted, the way his jaw clenched slightly as my body subtly encouraged him forward. He was barely containing himself, and I was well aware of the fact. “Go on, Jake, it will get better.”

My voiced encouragement seemed enough for him to release a portion of his control, and he slid deeper within me. More heat seemed to pool within me, clouding my ability to think, and the first tinges of pleasure began to course through me. As he withdrew for the first time, returning to sheathe himself fully inside me, I gasped once more. Only this time is was purely out of indescribable pleasure. Pain was quickly being forgotten as I got lost in these new sensations. I craved more, and began to push my hips up to meet him with each thrust. My arms slid around him and what little fingernails I had dug into his back, partially out of pleasure and partially to encourage him further.

He responded eagerly, though the sound he made was an intriguing combination of a groan and a whimper. I could tell it was the werewolf in him coming out, but I was far from objecting. Jake might have a difficult time accepting that he was no monster, but to me it was another thing entirely. It just made him even more special in my eyes, though the Jacob I had known before was special enough in his own right. His being a werewolf didn’t frighten me in the slightest.

To be honest, there was a part of me that found it intriguing. Perhaps even excited. I didn’t know exactly why that was, but I knew it was something to think about later. Whatever the reason, the sounds he made shot through me as much as any action ever could, pushing me ever closer to the edge.

“Bells,” Jacob said between gasps, “I don’t how much longer...”

I grinned up at him, pulling his head back down for another kiss as I pushed my hips roughly up once more. “It’s alright, Jake,” I said encouragingly. “Release your control. I want to feel you enjoy this.”

He laughed for a second, not slowing his pace, and started to say something. He seemed to change his mind though, and kissed my neck softly before doubling his speed. It felt as though my eyes rolled to the back of my head and conscious thought became a difficulty. I saw his muscles rippling as he used his entire body in his efforts, and I had no complaint. During this time I heard myself doing something akin to speaking, and felt the movement of my lips, but couldn’t really indentify the incoherent ramblings.

The last thrust was the strongest, as though he were trying to bury himself in my very soul. His body relaxed on top of mine, though his arms still supported him slightly to keep the weight off me. After a minute he moved to lay beside me on his bed, pulling me close to him as we both drifted towards sleep. I was grateful that it was a slightly cold night, or else Jake’s warmth would have been too much and I wanted desperately to stay in his arms.

“Bella,” said Jacob softly. “You should know... I mean, I know I’ve spoken a little about this before. But... I love you, and I just wanted you to know it.”

“I know it, Jake,” I whispered back. “I love you too.”

We woke early the next morning, just as the sun was rising, to the sound of a telephone ringing. It took a minute to wake up fully, our bodies still glued to one another and my lips aching to see if he still tasted as good as he had before. Jacob forced himself to get up, though, and a moment later I could hear him talking in the other room.

“Hello?” he said gruffly, voice still a haze from sleeping. “Charlie... Yes, she’s here. She’s okay... We were up late talking and fell asleep. The phone just woke me up. I think Bella is still asleep... Yes... Ok... See you then.”

He returned to his bedroom soon after I heard him hang up the phone and promptly joined me in bed. “Charlie was just worried,” he explained quickly. “But, hey, I’m just Jake. Apparently I would never, ever threaten your innocence.”

I looked up at him, thoroughly amused. “Is that so?” I asked, laughing. “So should I take it the events of last night were a dream?”

“What events might those be?” he asked, raising his eyebrow and grinning at me suggestively. “Are you having dirty dreams about me, Miss Swan?”

Jacob didn’t give me a chance to respond before he pulled me underneath him and began to cover my neck in kisses. He might have everyone else fooled, but now I knew better. It was a Sunday morning, and there was nowhere I had to be for awhile. By the time he would be done with me today, I highly doubted there would be much of my supposed ‘innocence’ left. As my breathing became heavier, and we replayed the events of the night before with our bodies, I became even more certain that I never wanted to let Jake go.

Later that afternoon we took the time to talk. Jake had made me get fully dressed for the conversation, claiming it was unfair of me to expect his full attention otherwise. He didn’t seem to mind when I pointed out he’d have to put a shirt on too if he wanted mine, a detail that had been bugging me for months. I’d never really been sure if he realized just how good he looked without his shirt on. Judging by the reaction I got out of him at my comment, though, I thought it fair to say he’d known all along he was playing dirty. If anything I’d only encouraged him further by verbalizing the fact that it got to me.

Still, I had very little as far as complaints went. I had a guy who had not only said, but proved time and time again, that he loved me. A guy who just happened to be a werewolf, and could protect me from the more negative vampire attention I’d gained. A guy who my father approved of, and had a chest that could get me breathing heavy just at the sight of him. I could see myself being a very happy girl for a very long time.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Learning to Breathe