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Kiss Me and Come Back	By : sexyPineapples Category: Twilight Series > Het F > Bella/Jacob Views: 10129 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Twilight series. I make no money from writing sexaul fanfiction about Twilight characters. Stephenie Meyers makes money from Twilight. Gross amounts of money.

Chapter List
- 1-"Kiss Me and Come Back"
- 1
(The section in quotations and italics is taken directly from Eclipse, to provide context.)
“He was too strong to recognize that my hands, trying to yank his hair out by the roots, meant to cause him pain. Instead of anger, he imagined passion. He thought I was finally responding to him.
With a wild gasp, he brought his mouth back to mine, his fingers clutching frantically against the skin at my waist.
The jolt of anger unbalanced my tenuous hold on self-control; his unexpected, ecstatic response overthrew it entirely. If there had been only triumph, I might have been able to resist him. But the utter defenselessness of his sudden joy cracked my determination, disabling it. My brain disconnected from my body, and I was kissing him back. Against all reason, my lips were moving with his in strange, confusing ways they’d never moved before – because I didn’t have to be careful with Jacob, and he certainly wasn’t being careful with me.
My fingers tightened in his hair, but I was pulling him closer now.
He was everywhere. The piercing sunlight turned my eyelids red, and the color fit, matched the heat. The heat was everywhere. I couldn’t see or hear or feel anything that wasn’t Jacob.
The tiny piece of my brain that retained sanity screamed questions at me.
Why wasn’t I stopping this? Worse than that, why couldn’t I find in myself even the desire to want to stop? What did it mean that I didn’t want him to stop? That my hands clung to his shoulders, and I liked that they were wide and strong? That his hands pulled me too tight against his body, and yet it was not tight enough for me?
The questions were stupid, because I knew the answer: I’d been lying to myself.
Jacob was right. He’d been right all along. He was more than just my friend. That’s why it was so impossible to tell him goodbye – because I was in love with him. Too. I loved him, much more than I should, and yet, still nowhere near enough. I was in love with him, but it was not enough to change anything; it was only enough to hurt us both more. To hurt him worse than I ever had.
I didn’t care about more than that – than his pain. I more than deserved whatever pain this caused me. I hoped it was bad. I hoped I would really suffer.
In this moment, it felt as though we were the same person. His pain had always been and would always be my pain – now his joy was my joy. I felt joy, too, and yet his happiness was somehow also pain. Almost tangible – it burned against my skin like acid, a slow torture.
For one brief, never-ending second, an entirely different path expanded behind the lids of my tear-wet eyes. As if I were looking through the filter of Jacob’s thoughts, I could see exactly what I was going to give up, exactly what this new self-knowledge would not save me from losing. I could see Charlie and Renee mixed into a strange collage with Billy and Sam and La Push. I could see years passing, and meaning something as they passed, changing me. I could see the enormous red-brown wolf that I loved, always standing as protector if I needed him. For the tiniest fragment of that second, I saw the bobbing heads of two small, black-haired children, running away from me into the familiar forest. When they disappeared, they took the rest of the vision with them.”
“Bella,” he broke the kiss and leaned his lips to my ear, walking forward. I staggered backward until my back hit the cool bark of a tree, and my heartbeat sped up as he pressed into me. His body was searing hot as it ambushed my senses, and his fingers wrapped around my waist.
Jacob pressed his forehead against mine and gazed at me, looking for a hint of my reaction. I watched him juggle his thoughts behind his dark eyes, and he looked to the side as if to listen to something far off in the distance.
And then he focused on me, and he pushed his body hard into mine. “Jacob,” I gasped, “What are we doing?”
Now that I could breathe, I thought this would be the right moment to stop this mistake before it cascaded out of control. But he wasn’t stopping. He pressed kisses on my cheek and down to my collarbone.
“This is getting out of control, Jacob,” I choked, but I couldn’t help that my body arched into his, and I couldn’t stop my hands from gripping his scorching back.
Jacob chuckled. “I can give you so much more, Bella. You already know how right it will feel. How natural it will be…” his hot breath fanned across my cheek and I gasped sharply. I balled my fists and shoved on his chest, though it did nothing to create space between us.
“You talk like there will be something.” I said through gritted teeth, and he grabbed the wrist of my right hand to kiss it. He began nibbling on my wrist softly, and I felt the odd urge to have his mouth doing that to other parts of me. Anger and queasiness turned my stomach. I was disgusted at myself. I was slime. I had to stop this now. “Jacob, we can’t.”
But he flipped me around and pressed me into the trunk of the tree. His enormous hands grasped at my hips and drew them into him, into his groin, and my mouth went dry.
He felt me stiffen at his touch. “You have to trust me on this.” His lips were at my neck. “I need to show you what you mean to me. I don’t want you to make a decision without knowing what you’re missing out on. If you marry that bloodsucker, it will be… too late.”
I gripped the bark with my hands as he trailed kisses along my neck, and I quivered in response to him removing my jacket and discarding it on the ground. “Jacob, it’s cold!”
His voice purred, low and grainy and seductive, “It won’t be cold enough for what I want to do with you.” My stomach dropped. Oh god, I thought. How far did he intend to go? This was beyond me keeping him alive now. He was getting absolutely carried away, and the worst part about it was that I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to continue trailing his hands down my waist. I wanted him to continue rocking his groin into me.
And then I felt his determined fingers unbuttoning my jeans. “Jacob,” I whispered. My heart felt like it would burst from my chest. Our fragmented breathing was the only sound that cut through the thick forest air. “This is only going to cause us both more pain.”
His fingers stopped at my jeans, and I could feel the tension radiate from his body. He didn’t move for a moment, and I felt tears pooling up in my eyes, about to spill over the barrier. Then he spoke, his voice rough and strained.
“This is right, Bella. It’s too late to pretend you don’t want it too.”
Before I could protest, he shoved me front-first into a dry patch of earth and yanked my pants down, revealing my cotton-covered hips to the cold. I shivered violently. We were in a shaded patch of forest now, but he quickly tugged my jeans off with my boots and lowered his body onto mine, straddling my legs with his.
The sensation of his enormous body on top of mine was unbelievable. He was overwhelmingly heavy, crushing, and my body craved more. Of its own will, my hips pressed up into him and the electricity that sparked between us made my legs shake.
Jacob wrapped his hand into the roots of my hair and pulled my head back so his lips could find my ear. “Look at how your body responds to me. You really are a terrible liar, Bells.” I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment, and I gripped at lonely strands of grass as one of his hands disappeared underneath my stomach, his other hand holding my hair so that my face was exposed to his lips.
His hand rested at the top of my underwear, and my breathing halted. He would really do this, right now. But he paused, and if he didn’t go through with it soon, I would change my mind and scream at him to get off me.
“I wonder…” he murmured. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“What?”
“If I keep my hand right here, will you hold your breath forever?” He had a wicked gleam in his eyes.
I exhaled. “Jacob, just do what you’re going to do and get it over with.” Or else I won’t be able to go through with it, I thought.
He laughed and sunlight hit his eyes, throwing me off guard. I loved this Jacob, the happy Jacob, but darkness invaded his demeanor again.
“Get this over with? Bella, I’m going to take my time. You deserve only my best.” But of course the passion overcame him, and his lips were pressing into mine, his grip on my hair keeping my head turned sharply to the side so that he could claim my entire mouth.
And then his fingers were inside the front of my underwear, and he pushed his hand down until his fingers reached me, the center of me. They reached the part of me that had remained untouched and neglected by Edward – regret flashed through me – Edward had not been eager to do this, and Jacob would do everything. Everything that I wanted Edward to do.
The hot touch of his fingers made my body quiver. I thought I would burst, and then his fingers were inside, and I couldn’t believe how large and delicious it felt, how his fingers were too big but just right. I couldn’t believe how desperately I wanted them to plunge deeper, or how their presence awakened a more carnal hunger in me, a desire to have Jacob shove me into this hard, cold ground and plunge himself into me. I shut my eyes tight. Bad, bad, bad.
He kept his mouth forcefully locked with mine, penetrating my lips with his own tongue, stoking my cravings into a greater monster. And his fingers began to curl up and down, reaching nerves that made a fire build up within my stomach.
I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt, how drunk I was from his touch. If we had done this sooner, I might have wanted to do it every day since.
Up and down, his fingers moved within me, and I had to break from his mouth to breathe. The panting that came out of my lips surprised both of us, and he pressed his fingers deeper, until my toes curled inside my socks, I bit painfully into my lip, and the heat that enveloped my senses threatened to smother me completely.
Then he pressed the rest of his body against me, and I could feel something foreign and startling – his own need.
“Bella, please,” his voice was gritty. Jacob kissed my forehead gently, which I could feel was beading with sweat. “Let me do this,” he said between kisses, “I love you, and I want to show you how much you mean to me. Please let me.”
I didn’t need him to clarify what he wanted. I took a deep breath, contemplating the dirt. “I love you, Jacob,” I whispered, only loud enough for him to hear. I reached down and gripped my underwear, slowly pulling the cotton down to expose the flesh of my hips, and Jacob pulled his hand out from under me with a gasp.
“Are you sure?” Both his hands wrapped around my wrists before I could push my underwear down further. I twisted my head to the right to see his face, his expression of awe throwing off whatever composure I had left.
“Yes.” I stammered, taking in the look of his rich, dark brown eyes. For the moment, his eyes, full of vulnerability and awe, were my entire universe. I took another breath. “I want to do this.”
A smile spread across his lips and joy emanated from him. Jacob kissed my face all over and finished pulling my panties down, removing them from my legs. Not a second passed before he ripped my remaining shirt over my head. He undid his pants behind me, and all too quickly his body was bare against mine, and I nearly couldn’t handle the sensation.
Searing hot curves and muscles pressed into my clammy skin. One large arm wrapped under my neck, bringing us closer, and I trailed my lips along the contours of his forearm. I felt the tip of his manhood probe my center, very lightly, and my skin prickled all over. The strangest part was the sudden feeling of his hipbones, and the appendage between them, lightly nudging my behind, and the most devastating part was how his right hand gripped my hipbone so tight that I felt my head spin, and sparing only a second for me to prepare, he thrust his cock straight through my passage.
I let out a cry, and I knew everyone within a mile would hear it. I was grateful for how slick my passage was, like my body had been tuned to receive him at this moment. The friction set my body ablaze, the heat spreading to my toes, and I hungered for his manhood to pound on the wall of my cervix.
"Bella," his lips were at my ear, harsh and arousing, "this is... more wonderful than I imagined.” He kissed my cheek and moved the hair back from my face with his wide palm. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I bit out. My chest was heaving against the ground. “I want you to keep going.” I felt his grin against my cheek, and he gave my ear a nip as he withdrew and slid into me again. I shuddered and let out a moan. “You are so big…”
“Does it hurt?” He pulled halfway out and my muscles spasmed around him. It hurt a little, but it was more of a sweet ache that I wasn’t used to.
“It feels good, Jacob. It’s a strange feeling, but I want more.” This time I pushed back to meet him, and in eagerness he pushed forward, pushing me into the ground. His skin was scorching against mine. His hands wove into my hair, pulling my head back again, showing me his control. “I can’t get enough of when you do that,” I sighed.
He laughed and growled. I started to tilt my head down to rest it in my arms, but his grip in my hair tightened, encouraged by my comment. “I have you to myself, the way I want you. I’ll give you everything you want.” In and out, he ground into me, and his hips remained intimately close to mine. “You’re so soft,” he whispered, nibbling on the back of my neck, sending goosebumps everywhere. “And you taste so good.” Without warning, he bit into my neck, hard. It both hurt and aroused me. Incredible sensations shot down my shoulders as I struggled against his mouth and his grasp in my hair, and the cock that pinned my body to the ground.
“Jacob,” I whimpered. I had been holding my breath for a while and the sudden sounds of my moans were strange to my ears. “Jacob, you feel amazing.” Jacob pulled me off the ground, so we were both on our knees, and I toppled awkwardly onto my hands in front of him.
He entered me again, now able to penetrate deeper, and a cry that echoed off the trees escaped my lips.
“Hush, Bella,” he teased, pounding into me so hard that I jerked forward. “Everyone will hear,” he said with glee. I glared at the ground, angry with myself for the betrayal I was committing. I was positive that Edward could hear me, somewhere, and he could certainly hear the thoughts in Jacob’s mind. Jacob pushed the small of my back until my chest was against the ground, and he guided my hips in front of him, easing the loneliness and wanting of my body. Everything about me wanted Edward, and loved him. But I wanted Jacob too. I wanted both of them, and I desperately wished for a world where I could have both.
I bitterly welcomed all of the pain that would come with this. I hoped that Edward would be horribly angry with me. I wished that Jacob would give me more physical pain, somehow. Maybe that would ease my guilt.
“Jacob,” I gasped, “Give it to me, harder. I need you to be rougher with me.”
Jacob chuckled and squeezed my hipbones. “Being shoved in the dirt and taking it doggy style isn’t enough for you?” My cheeks burned.
“Please, Jacob.”
He increased his speed, pounding harder and deeper into me, and he traced his nails across the skin on my stomach. “How is that, Bells?”
“More!”
Jacob withdrew and turned me over. I frantically swiped the traces of dirt off the skin of my chest and abdomen, and then he was on top of me. He hoisted my legs up over his shoulders and entered me again. His cock now had access to other parts, like the sensitive upper wall of my passage.
I squeezed my hands around his strong, hard arms as he began pounding again, so hard I felt like fainting. His face hovered inches from mine and his eyes blazed.
Jacob wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and brought me up for a kiss – one that led to him biting my lip so hard that I yelped and tried to pull away. “You can’t get away from me now, Bella. You can’t undo this.” He thrust into me, bringing a cry from my lips, and he bit my lip again. He wrapped his hands around my wrists, so tight that my hands balled into fists, and he slammed my arms into the dirt above my head. Being held there as he ground into me, stretching my legs, and speared his tongue in and out of my mouth was the most exhilarating thing I had ever felt.
He shifted both of my wrists to one hand so that he could wrap the other hand around my neck, gently, and tilt my chin up to his face. “God, Bella, you feel so good. I want to take you home and have you like this all weekend. I could tie you up and give it to you as rough as you want it, or I could make gentle love to you, and then we could just cuddle in our pajamas with cocoa and watch movies, or hang out in my garage like we used to, or do whatever you want… Do you like it like this?”
“You have no idea. Would there be mini marshmallows in the cocoa?”
His pounding slowed to a subtle rock and his face broke into a wide grin. He was gorgeous when he smiled like this. “Mini marshmallows or huge marshmallows. Whatever you want – it’s yours.”
I wanted this image he painted in my head. Jacob wasn’t fighting fair, but the fact that I still loved Edward, and was still painfully undecided, wasn’t fair to Jacob. Jacob deserved so much better than me.
Jacob’s speed increased again, and he lowered his face so that his lips were against my brow and his breath came out against my face. “Bella,” he whispered, “I’m going to come! You’re so tight!”
“Not inside me,” I said. His hand wrapped tighter around my neck and blood rushed to my head as his cock slid in and out, in and out. I almost craved the feeling of him coming inside of me, but I knew better. “Jacob, you have to pull out!”
“Have my litter, Bella!” I began trying to fight him out of me, but I was pinned against the ground, my arms trapped above my head, my legs spread under the crushing weight of his body. I had no leverage.
“I’m not… ready for a litter!” I choked.
Jacob removed his hand from my neck and covered my lips with his. With surprising speed he ripped his cock free from me, and I soon felt hot liquid landing on my stomach as he moaned into my mouth. He let go of my arms and clutched at the back of my head, and I wrapped my arms around him, returning the kiss. His mouth tasted sweet, and the muffled sounds that came from his throat were so vulnerable.
He was adorable, and beautiful. After moments of panting on top of me, he withdrew and helped me wobble to my feet, and then he helped me clean off and dress as numerous questions flashed through my brain. What was going to happen now? How would Edward respond? If I still had a choice, which one would I make? Jacob flashed a defenseless smile at me and I melted. How could I share such a wonderful experience with him and deny him now?
Jacob wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his forehead against mine. He kissed me with light pressure, urging me to seek more, and planted one more kiss on my lips. “That… should have been our first kiss.”
“With… the sex and all?” I raised an eyebrow. He backed away and laughed.
“Sure,” he said, putting more distance between us. “I have to go.”
“Come back safe!” I said, and with a smile he took off into the forest.
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