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Crescent Moon	By : lordoberon Category: Twilight Series > Het F > Bella/Jacob Views: 23572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CRESCENT MOON
A Twilight fanfic
by lordoberon
Part 5
Bella's POV

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She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this.
At the same time, she felt compelled to. A deep part in her knew that she had wanted this for a long time. Lust was a natural thing, a hunger in her that she had gotten used to repressing around Edward. Bella was a curious person, and she was not one to dismiss something because it scared her or made her nervous.
Denying herself got old sometimes. She hated how wrong it felt, in her mind and in her relations with Edward, to do something for herself. It was her own desires that made her want Jacob’s body, and here she was, giving in to those desires.
Jacob’s reactions sent thrills through Bella’s body and made her core, where he had licked so deeply, ache. His sounds were so loud. His body was so hot and strong in front of her. His cock was big, and hot beneath her fingertips, and the more she touched it the more he was powerless before her. It was frightening and also thrilling.
When she put her mouth on him, the lust churned in her even more fiercely. All the times she had wanted to touch him…all the times she knew, he would fulfill her curiosities, if only she would ask…all the times she had looked at Jacob shirtless, and secretly, deep down, wondered what he looked like without the pants, too.
It was only natural. He was a beautiful young man, with the sweetest smile, and he always tried to treat her well. It didn’t help her hold herself back from making trouble for them, when he looked so good all the time.
Bella let her tongue stroke Jacob’s cock in large, long sweeps. His skin was soft and salty; his cock was hard and long. When she scraped her teeth lightly up the length, he shuddered beneath her, and he tugged her hair painfully. The more she touched him, the more she wanted him. He was like a wild animal, moaning and panting, his hips bucking against her.
She knew that he thought she was beautiful, too. When she really saw how he was enamored of her, really saw how much he meant it today, she didn’t feel guilt. The guilt was only there when she had to repress how much she shared his feelings. When she gave into it, like now…the feeling was joy. She felt her entire body exulting in it, in the feeling of being with Jacob. They were sweaty and hot and loud, but it was good. They had been holding all this back too long; her in her mind, and he, with the heat finally revealing what was there. Jacob was honest. He hadn’t pretended that it was fake; he knew that the heat was bringing out the truth of the situation.
When Bella’s mouth sunk over the head of Jacob’s cock, he groaned. She could feel his legs trembling against her, and his hands loosed their grip on her hair to push into the blanket. Slowly, Bella took his cock into her mouth, and began to suck and lick. Her hair was a crazy mass around her ears and it stuck to her forehead. Jacob’s cock when it left her mouth was big and wet.
She took him in again, moaning at the heat and rush it gave her. When he moved stronger, faster against her, she handled it, even though her body was trembling, and her legs felt shaky. She threw her head back and lifted her hands to push her hair out of her eyes. Suddenly Jacob came and it landed and dripped over Bella’s chest.
She stared, and then started laughing. When Jacob sat up, he stared, too, saying, “Oh shit, I’m so sorry – shit!”
She couldn’t stop laughing. It was absolutely hilarious. Her whole body shook, and with laughter-shaken steps Bella stood up and walked straight into the ocean. The waves were clean and cold against her, and her whole body was cleansed.
She turned around and saw Jacob standing awkwardly at the water’s edge. He scratched his head as he looked down at her, and the more she looked at him, smirking, the redder his face got.
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
Bella nodded her head, and then rushing forward, she leapt up and clamped her hand over Jacob’s shoulder. Before he could react, she was dunking him headfirst into the water. Her hand glided down across his wet back when he was under. When he lifted himself back up they stared at each other for a second, and Bella started giggling.
Jacob grinned. “I guess I deserved that.”
She grinned back, and then silently looked at him.
Jacob was gorgeous. His body was so tall and lean, and his cheeks were rosy. He looked stunning, with his hair all wet. Rivulets of water streamed down his body, getting lost in the dips of his muscles. His hands hanging at his sides were strong, large hands with attractive long fingers. His eyes glowed with warmth. The large cock that she had somehow taken in lay between the hard, muscled thighs of a young man who was often running.
When he stepped forward and embraced her, Bella felt a pang of excitement shoot up her entire body, and make her rub her thighs together. At the same time she felt herself grinning like a silly goon because of the happiness that bubbled in her and around her.
She heard Jacob panting above her. That, and the way his hands gripped her wrists so tightly, told her how intently he had been looking at her, too. His cock was already hard as it brushed against her, and he cupped her breasts with worshipping fingers.
Her head hung down as Jacob’s long fingers kneaded her breasts. Moans escaped her. Then he was bending down, and Bella gasped as he took a cold, taut nipple in his mouth. God his tongue was so warm! That hot muscle stroked and slipped all over her breast, and then when he paid attention to her nipple again, he dared to nip with his teeth just a little.
Bella heard herself groan his name from some other, rushing place, and unconsciously rubbed her thighs together again. When Jacob didn’t get the hint, but continued to lick over her breasts, Bella pushed him away. He watched with an open mouth as she slid her hand down her body.
The young man was suddenly a silly but endearing boy, as he watched her fingers parting the lips, teasing herself a little, and then slipping two fingers in. Sighing, she pushed them into her harder, further, and when she twisted them it made her knees feel a bit jelly and her sounds louder.
While she touched herself, Bella heard herself murmuring, “Oh, Jacob …”
The third time she said it, her hands were swallowed by his large ones, and that wonderful tongue was treating her again. She whimpered as he licked and lapped at her, and grinded her hips down again and again. He was so good. Fast. Oh, she knew he was going crazy with it all…but at the same time, thrills shot up and down her body and in her mind, saying, Yes, YES! He was that good.
She found herself crying out his name a little, “Jacob…Jake!” Some distant part of her was in wonder that this was happening, and in wonder to hear herself crying out his name. But deep in her belly her lust was hot, and twisting, and it left her sweaty and tingling all over, and Jacob was so strong below her, touching her like he could do it forever. She knew that no requirements would ever force him to leave her, unlike Edward’s ‘hiking trips.’ He wouldn’t let them.
Her pleasure was duly taken in, and licked, by Jacob’s warm mouth. His tongue tickled over her thighs, and then Bella collapsed down into his arms. She let him carry her back to the blanket. Edward was on her mind, a discontent feeling in the back of staring at the beauty of Jacob and the sky.
She turned away from her would-be lover – she knew he was thinking of that, as he stared at her – and somewhere between staring at the clouds and darting glances in his direction, and trying for possibly the first time in her life not to think of Edward, she fell asleep.
Try as she might not to think of him, Edward was in her dreams. He stood before her in the dark of the forest, and she couldn’t move. His beautiful form walked towards her, and those red lips captured hers. She was drowning in his kiss, drowning like she never had before. He had never let her have him like this, own him, regardless of all the pronouncements of love. She knew love was all that gave him the strength to hold back and learn to control his bloodlust.
For a moment, in the dream, Edward’s kiss was beauty itself. Then, her body started to go limp and cold. She was frozen in his arms, and she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe! She struggled against his grip, but his icy hands were firm on her arms. He pulled away from the kiss, and blood – her blood – dripped down his chin and fell between them. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked. His eyes were blank of anything that resembled the Edward she knew, and bright red. When she didn’t answer, he repeated the question.
Her breath returned to her as a scream, and she ran away from him. But he was there again, and now he was as he had always been, her Edward, with his bronze hair neat, his smile secretive and sneaking over his face, just for her. She shuddered in his arms, and he asked what was wrong.
She lifted her head up to answer, but then realized she couldn’t. She couldn’t tell him that he was what was wrong with her, and that his arms around her felt not quite right. She ran away from him, and continued to bump into Edwards. They all asked her questions. With each of his questions, she felt less and less inclined to be near to him. He didn’t know her. He looked at her, each time she ran from him, with a puzzled expression. Again and again she ran from him, and he in many forms, and again he asked. He wanted her to tell him, without any effort on his part, what the contents of her heart were.
On what seemed the hundredth time she ran into Edward, finally Bella in her dream screamed, “I don’t WANT you anymore!!”
Her words rang against concrete walls. They were in a tiny concrete room with no windows or doors. She pushed against the roof, and it opened. She heaved her body into sunlight and warmth. The opening of the room she had left, its doorway wide open, was shaped like the old stereotype of Dracula’s coffin. It was laughable.
Bella’s dream self turned, and there was Jacob. He was smiling. He lifted his arms up for a hug, and said, “It’s about time you decided.”
She woke from the dream with a start, gasping. The sun blinded her, and she put a hand over her eyes. A pounding headache pulsed between her eyes. She felt naked and vulnerable, literally, with the sun burning her pale skin and the blanket a strange sign of civility in the otherwise wild of their surroundings.
When she let her hand fall away from her eyes, she saw Jacob sitting next to her. His brow was furrowed and he had his hands arranged precisely in his lap – now clothed – as if he was resisting reaching out to her, or making some violent gesture.
She stared at him, and her throat felt dry. Where they had been so close but a little ago, in his troubled stare, something was now amiss.
“What?” She asked. Then, as he continued to stare, more quietly, “What is it?”
Jacob shifted himself on the blanket, seeming as if he wanted to be more comfortable. He stretched his legs out, and put his hands on either side of him. But there was a nervous twitch beneath one eye, and she watched it, waiting with a sinking dread heavy in her belly.
“You…you talk in your sleep, you know, Bella.” He tried to laugh. “I couldn’t help but hear you.”
“What did I say?” She bit her lip firmly, trying to be confident, but her heart was still beating fast from the dream. She felt raw and exposed. Edward never knew what she was thinking. Jacob’s accusing stare seemed to know too much.
“You didn’t say much,” Jacob croaked. His voice sounded weak. “Just one thing: Edward. Edward. Edward. You said it over and over. You, you…” He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He seemed to be forcing himself to continue. “You gasped his name, and moaned it, and whispered it…and you were clutching your hands against your body, as if…holding something against you. Or, someone.”
His tone had been harsh and hard. She had never quite heard Jacob sound like that. But his last word, ‘someone,’ came out a whisper, and he turned his head abruptly away. She saw his hands shaking. That turn of the head, so quick, said more than any batch of tears could. She felt his hurt like a sting in her lungs, making her gasp again for breath. She was reminded of the dream and Edward’s unassailable hold on her, his relentless appearance again and again.
“I had a nightmare,” she said in answer. What else was there to say? She tried not to think of her words to Edward in the dream, "I don't want you anymore." The sun was hidden behind clouds now, and she stared up at it. Jacob’s warmth seemed to have left with the sun. She frowned.
Jacob turned back to her, and his teeth were clenched tightly in a grimace, with anger brimming behind it. He was shaking. “A nightmare.” His words came out clipped and fast. “Is that what this was to you? Did I…did I force you into anything? Were you just…using me, or going along, like usual?”
She couldn’t believe that he was saying that. That he was saying the feelings that she knew, in some ways, she had planted in him – bitterness, anger, because she had refused his advances in the past, because he saw Edward as unhealthy in more ways than one. But the words themselves were so harsh, and yet so pained, that they surprised Bella. She hadn't thought he would ever actually say those words. She heard a strange sound come from her own throat, and blinked rapidly against tears that dripped down her cheeks and tasted of salt in her mouth.
“Jacob. Jacob, I’m sorry I hurt you. I meant everything…everything I said, everything I did. The nightmare was about Edward, not about you…you, you were the good part of it.”
He lay down on the blanket, but he looked up at her. “Bella…I’ve always meant to ask you, but…couldn't bring myself to, before. What makes it so hard to choose between me and…and him?”
Her brain was whirling. She felt tired and sad. At the same time she was alert that this moment was so important, and it made her senses keen. She could taste the salt tears in her lips, and feel the scratchiness of sand against her thigh through a hole in the blanket. Jacob stretched before her and he was beautiful, plaintive. He was so honest and real. She couldn't keep the thought out of her: DO I really not want Edward anymore? She couldn't believe she was even considering it.
She sat and thought. She thought of her dream, and it made her shudder. She thought of her other dreams, of Edward even before she knew he was a vampire, and how they had seemed to come true, like a sort of prophecy. Would she reject Edward? No, she told herself. If you do that, your world will fall apart. A fear that she would crumple and die inside, as she had when he had left her for so long, lived within her.
But then she realized, what was she thinking? She was thinking of herself. Her fear was not of Edward leaving her; it was not of missing him. It was that, like a vital piece of her framework, he would leave a gaping irreparable hole in his wake, and she would not be able to survive; would never be complete again. He was a part of her equation of happiness, and without him, she wasn’t sure what the equation or the answer would be.
Jacob, on the other hand, was not a part of some equation. He was a fullness and a brightness that shone on her in rare moments, and when he was there, everything was simple. Everything was fine. It seemed too easy, almost, too easy and good to be true. He was an answer, a completion, but one that she did not deserve, after so much indecisiveness, after all the pain she had brought to his life. All the complications that came with Edward, with the truce, with her heart – all that heartache – had bleeded into Jacob’s life. Bella felt responsible. There was no way, after turning everything so upside-down for him, that she should or could obtain him.
Somehow though, through all of it, Jacob wanted her. He loved her. She saw it in his eyes, and he had said it himself earlier today. He never wanted to hurt her. Bella was tired of being hurt. She was tired of meeting challenge after challenge, with no end in sight. She was tired of waiting for more, for things for herself, and having to always put it to the side. It was a frustration that she had guilt-tripped herself for in her mind, where Edward could not see. The reply to herself had always been, think of Edward.
This frustration had come out in her passion for Jacob. Every touch of his made Bella love herself again. She was now thinking that thought again: what about me? She was paying attention to herself right now, more than she had in a long time.
Through all of the silence after his question, Jacob still was here. He continued to lie on the blanket, his long body seemingly lazy and content, but occasionally his gaze would drift back towards her. Watching him now, she could see the sheen of sweat on his skin, the tent in his jeans, and the way he chewed his lip and the twitch beneath one eye remained. She longed, for a brief flashing second, to forget all her thoughts and simply drape her body over his. But this was it, she told herself. Jacob in her dream and Jacob here and now were right. She had to decide.
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