A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

She licked her lips and looked up at him. “I guess it only makes sense. The rest of you is huge.”
He grinned and ripped open the package. “You can take it, baby. Don’t worry.”
She blushed and watched with fascination as he put the condom on. Curiously, she reached out to
touch him. He groaned and allowed her to explore him.
“We’ll go slowly, Ness. You can be on top if you want.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off her hand on him. “Why would I want to be on top? I’m not really that
experienced.”
Just her light touch felt so much better than he had imagined. He was eager to get inside her. He
laid down and pulled her up close to him. “It’s not really about experience; it’s about control. If
you’re on top, you control how fast we go, how deep I get, and you can take your time getting used to
it.” He kissed her deeply and squeezed her hip. “It’s up to you.”
She nodded. “I kind of like the sound of that.”
He rolled to his back and helped her get situated on top. He licked his fingers and touched her
briefly before helping her get everything positioned. She gasped as she started to slide down his
length. His eyes closed tightly and fought every desire he had to flip her over and take her. The
instinct to do what she needed was stronger. He held her hips to keep her steady as she slowly
worked her way down.
It took longer than she had hoped, but eventually she was able to sit down completely. She smiled in
triumph and leaned forward to kiss him. She began to move slowly, setting a rhythm to get more
comfortable. Each movement seemed easier than the last, and soon all sense of discomfort faded
away.
Jacob had believed Quil when he said making love with his imprint was unlike any other experience,
but he hadn’t realized how true it was. It was as though every single past encounter had
disappeared; it didn’t matter because it wasn’t with Renesmee. No other woman could touch the
heightened pleasure, both physical and emotional.
Renesmee had once said she’d make love with Luis after her senior prom, but that was wrong. This,
what she was doing with Jacob now, was making love. It gave a new dimension to the words. It
wasn’t just sex or just an animal urge being satisfied. It was joining of their souls in a way neither
had ever felt before. Jacob opened himself to her and let their connection flow. He felt her in every
part of his being. Nothing had ever been so incredible or intense. The closer they got to their
release, the more urgent their movements became.
“Oh my God, Jake . . .”
Her words and moans were too much. He couldn’t hold on much longer. He held her hips tighter
and pulled her down on him harder. “Fuck, baby . . . come for me.”
“I think . . . I’m—Oh, Jesus Christ.” She threw her head back and curled her fingers against his
stomach as her release tore through her. His back arched, and he barely managed to stop a growl
as he came along with her. She rode out the orgasm as long as she could before she fell on top of
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