Warning: This one shot is intended only for mature audiences as it contains crude language and sexual content. You are warned before hand.
BLINKING RED LIGHTS
"Mmmpf... I have toothpaste in my mouth!" Leah spoke through the thick foam of toothpaste in her mouth, her slender fingers twisting the tooth brush this way and that as Jacob engulfed her in his massive sinewy arms from behind and caught her eye in the mirror in front of them, winking as he did so. He kissed her neck, then her jaw and finally rested his wet, warm lips on the edge of her minty tasting lips. He didn't care if she had toothpaste in her mouth and he knew Leah didn't care either despite the show she put up of wriggling in the tight cage of his arms and resisting his not too subtle advances.
He pressed his straining erection into her ass, biting down on his lip hard and rolling his eyes into his head when Leah shook his hands off to bend over the sink to spit out the toothpaste. Her ass naturally curved into his crotch and he held her hips, a wide, perverse grin stretching across his face. Leah straightened back up, seeing a look of ultimate lasciviousness on his beautifully tanned face and knowing the look would be there because... well, because she knew him that well. She rolled her eyes despite her raging hormones and an odd urge to flip her hair back and gyrate like a stripper.
"I don't have time for your childish games, Black," Leah murmured softly, knowing it would reach his uber sensitive ears. She prised his fingers from where it dug almost—but not quite—painfully into the skin on her hips. She was as strong as any wolf in her pack but when it came to Jacob, it seemed like her body knew when to force its strength on him and when to succumb to his ministrations.
"Well, have you taken a look at this? Not what you'd call childish, huh?" Jacob said, waving his crotch funnily at her and Leah stifled a laugh in the napkin she was using to wipe her face. Jacob smiled as he saw Leah's eyes tweak at the sides and he knew he had made her laugh. This was what they always did. Act cocky, play hard to get, slap around but eventually end up in a pile of sweaty and tangled limbs. Both knew the extent to which they loved each other for they had seen and felt it in each other's heads. Sometimes it overwhelmed them to know that the love was reciprocal—this delighted them, of course—and they found this act a way to diffuse the embarrassment of their emotions being bared out to everyone in the pack, including themselves.
Leah flicked her napkin out in a feeble attempt to slap his dancing, bulging crotch, endless chuckles escaping her throat as Jacob waved his arms around comically to unheard music, his face stretching in his trademark smile that made Leah love everything about this moment. She loved their small bathroom that seemed to burst at the seams when both of them showered together sometimes. She loved the small blue house the two of them had rented out to stay together. She loved the rosewood table in the yellow tiled kitchen that Jacob had bought with his hard earned money and forced Leah to eat at instead of just eating in bed like she always did. She loved their crappy TV which had to be thumped on its sides every time they sat down to watch. Most important of all, she loved Jacob.
Now she sat on the side of the sink watching Jacob prance and it amazed her how secure he was in his masculinity to actually sway his hips in a very oddly feminine manner. Then again, she thought, he was probably imitating her failed attempt at giving him a lap dance on his 21st birthday. It was a constant source of amusement for Jacob, her stripper skills, and while the joke brought a large pleased grin on Jacob's face, Leah couldn't help but want to smash Jacob's head in the tiled wall. But that's how he always made her feel. Angry and contented. At the same damn time. How he did it she would never know or even understand.
Snapping her out of the daze, she felt his strong hands close around her wrist and she watched Jacob's bare broad shoulder blades dance up and down as he dragged her towards their bedroom, feeling a fresh batch of moisture drip down her sex.
"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" Leah hissed as she caught sight of a small video camera lying on top of the messy navy blue sheets. Her face contorted weirdly because she felt angry, confused, disgusted and strangely turned on when Jacob lifted the camera in his hands and flipped the screen open. Leah watched with a stunned expression on her face as Jacob held it front of her and focused on her face.
"Hey, there, pretty mama," he whispered in what he thought was his best sexy voice, his eyes trained down at the screen where he saw Leah's mouth turn from a surprised 'O' to a slight twist of a smile. Even when they fought, he found a way to make her laugh. Aargh... he annoyed and tickled her so much she wanted to bang her own head against the wall.
"Tell me what you're thinking...," he asked, his tone still undoubtedly but vainly sexy. Leah turned her head away when she saw Jacob's big finger hit the tiny zoom button. Jacob's heart skipped a beat when Leah's side profile stood out in sharp detail against the white washed bedroom wall. She was so fucking beautiful. He knew Leah heard his heart crank up a notch—a million notches, even—when she looked right into the camera from the corner of her eyes.
"C'mon," Jacob coaxed, one hand holding the tiny instrument while his other hand reached out to her face, stroking her cheek... an act he knew she loved more than anything in the world.
"You're such a pervert. Jake, really. Just turn the damn thing off," Leah spat but Jacob knew better than anyone the smile that was threatening to break across her face or the way she twirled fingers around a lock of hair or the very evident and the highly haunting smell of her arousal. She had called him Jake. That was definitely a good sign. Hell yeah, the best sign ever. He could swear on both of his precious balls that she wanted this just as much as he did. She just loved to play hard to get. Well, he would break her walls down, however imaginary they were.
Her face was still slightly turned to the side and he saw Leah through the tiny glowing screen, her eyes darting back and forth as if in an internal dilemma. The same fleeting second he thought he saw her face relax into a what-can-you-do-but-just-go-along-with-it smile, the screen turned black as he slammed it shut with a loud snap.
Leah's breath was knocked right out of her chest as Jacob crashed his chest against her and pressed his lips against her with a bruising force. Leah's every synapse melted with the intensity of his frantic lips on hers. She felt the faint thud as the video camera was thrown on the bed and Jacob brought his now free hand to her soft ass, kneading it with an urgency that seemed as if she would back out on any second. Leah wanted to stop him and stop what they were about to do but it was the smile on Jacob's face that sealed the deal. It was now she realised just what lengths she would go to see those beautiful, full lips on his face stretch up into the most heartbreaking smile she had ever seen on a man. Plus there was the novel, strange feeling of being videotaped that had her knees shaking like jelly. It was all so new, she screamed in her head, as Jacob continued to kiss her, but maybe, just maybe, it would be an exhilarating experience.
"Mmm Jacob... wait... wait here... I'll be back. Just wait for a few seconds, goddamnit," she mumbled against Jacob's attacking lips and Jacob groaned internally when he felt her strong hands push him away. He had wanted this to be au naturale... you know, in the flesh and all that. God, he sounded like a porn director or something. He watched Leah retreat into the bathroom and slam the door behind her. He hoped that he didn't sound too lewd or demanding but from the snapping sounds of bra straps coming from the other side of the bathroom door he figured she was just as excited about this as he was.
His fingers rested on the top of his boxers, hesitating to take them all the way off. He reasoned that if Leah was putting on lingerie for him, the least he could do for her was drape himself like a freakin' gigolo in his green boxers. He worried if the frayed edges or the big tear near the hip would kill the mood but he held the video camera in his hand and switched it on again... yeah, nothing could ever kill the fucking mood.
He heard the rustling of clothes and a soft cuss from Leah as he looked at the room around him through the tiny screen, moving it from one wall to the other with a small smile on his face as he recorded their room. There was something very intimate about the way the room looked through the screen. Leah's camisole hanging off the bedpost. Jacob's wife beater strewn on the floor. Leah's bottle of perfume in front of the dressing table. Jacob's shaving kit beside it.
He focused the camera on the bathroom door when the sound of Leah's hands brushing her clothes down filtered softly from under the door. The door swung open and Leah rested her hands on the door frame, her eyes smouldering through the lens of the camera.
"What the hell! Where's the fucking lingerie?" Jacob yelled, evidently annoyed at the drab pyjamas on Leah's banging body. He regretted his tactless outburst when he saw Leah's face fall with disappointment.
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean it. It's just a bit frustrating seeing you... all covered up," Jacob murmured, looking up from the screen of the camera for the first time. With his own eyes, he discerned Leah's body under the striped pyjamas. Her breasts were closer together and higher up and Jacob knew she had worn a push up bra. If it was the black and red bra she was wearing... well, he would die a happy man. A very happy, albeit very hard, man.
Leah nodded as if to say she forgave him. It might've hurt her, his comment, but she knew Jacob didn't mean it. He was still a little immature; a fact she knew all too well and hoped that living with a woman would get him to step up his maturity a little. It was because of this very reason that she had agreed to this strange endeavor. Sometimes it was easier just to go along with his crazy, adventurous ideas rather than fight them. The fact that she had fun while executing his ideas convinced her that she was doing the right thing. Well, most times anyway.
Leah's hands shook as she brought them up to the first button; the sight of Jacob Black—the object of her fantasies for the past few years, lying on her bed in nothing but his skimpy boxers, displaying the most wonderful set of muscles under the most tantalizing russet canvas of skin with his eyes dropped down to the bright little screen that threw a small square chink of light on his chest—was enough to send her heart galloping to the ends of the world. Leah's perceptive eyes caught the slow licking of his lips and the massive tent in Jacob's boxers. He was enjoying it; so she was going to enjoy it too. He deserved that much.
She worked the buttons slowly, straining to keep her eyes sexy and praying desperately that this attempt at strip tease wouldn't end up being a damp squib. Jacob meanwhile breathed heavily, his hot breath fogging the screen, as he watched the tiny screen Leah's shirt slip from her shoulders to reveal the same bra he was hoping she had on.
"Someone up there loves me," Jacob joked, his voice shaking with the newness and the strangeness of this situation, as he looked up at the ceiling before snapping his eyes back to his beautiful Leah. According to him, it was a criminal offense to look away, even for a millionth of a second, from Leah, who looked funny and so goddamn sexy at the same time. Funny, because she swayed her hips slowly with a bra and a pyjama, which Jacob thought was funny attire. Sexy, because she loosened her hair from the ponytail, letting the long, midnight black hair splay across her shoulders and down her back.
Leah gasped slightly but continued to run her hands up and down her stomach and breasts as she involuntarily did the stripper hair flick she had been dying to do ever since Jacob had pressed himself against her in the bathroom. She was delighted when she heard the subconscious growl thrum from Jacob's chest. She was relieved he wasn't laughing or smirking. On the contrary, he looked like he had trouble getting air in and out of his lungs.
"Jake, breathe," Leah reminded him, as she shimmied the bottom pyjama down her long legs, giving Jacob a perfect view of her round ass supported by the black and red intertwined lace panties. She enjoyed that she could kill him any time now if she flipped her hair across her face or touched her breast or slipped her fingers down her panties. She was doing all these things—flipping her hair, her right hand fondling the top of her breasts and her left hand sliding under the lace. She watched Jacob's eyes intently as the dark brown pupils contracted and dilated at Leah's actions on the small screen. Leah guessed it was her left hand that finally broke him down.
"C'mere, Lee," he whispered unsteadily, patting the sheets next to him. Jacob raised his camera above him as Leah straddled his thighs, her head hovering over the camera. He smiled when he zoomed in on her lips and caught them opening and closing softly. She was probably wondering what to do next.
"Do you wanna say something to the camera, sweetheart?" Jacob asked, as he felt Leah's hands snaking up his bare chest and playing with his hardened nipples. His hands trembled because her hands felt so good on him. Soft but strong.
"Umm... how about, uh... hold on tight because you're in for a rough, wild ride," Leah giggled and Jacob recorded the corners of her eyes crinkling up in amusement. He had a strange urge to kiss her there. Actually, strike that. He wanted to kiss her everywhere.
"This has got to be the corniest sex tape ever, Leah," Jacob snorted, and the image on the screen shook as a low, rumbling laugh vibrated from his chest. Leah slapped the camera with a look of mock disdain etched on her striking face, which was instantly replaced by a look of concern and regret.
"Oh my god, did I break it? Damn it... is it ok?" Leah said worriedly and Jacob continued to laugh as the video on the screen revolved from the messy tangled sheets to Leah's thighs over his to her bare tan stomach and finally to her face.
"It's fucking beautiful," Jacob mumbled as Leah ran her fingers through her hair consciously and adjusted her bra when she realised he continued to film her. Leah noted the compliment and smiled as she snapped open the bra. Jacob moaned involuntarily as her breasts spilled from its confines with an almost Baywatch-esque beauty, making a mental note to rewind and play this particular part over and over. He wanted Leah to play with her breasts but the woman knew his every thought. Instead she lifted herself off of him to slip the panties off. BAM! He had never smelt her this aroused before. It was the single most fucking heavenly smell in the whole wide world. It even trumped the smell of food.
The video turned black and Jacob craned his neck around the camera to see Leah grin naughtily as she rubbed her bare clit against the fabric of his boxers with her warm hand supported on his abs.
"Hey! Not fair... now these are mine," Jacob chuckled removing her panties that covered the lens, waved it in front of the camera and threw it over Leah's shoulders. Before he could see where the panties had fallen, a ripping sound reached his ears.
"Oh fuck!" Jacob hissed when he focused on Leah's hands holding ripped pieces of his green boxers in her hands. He then moved the camera to her face, capturing Leah's hooded eyes and parted lips, and finally on his cock, which shot straight up twitching in the cold November air and in close proximity to Leah's waiting hands. Jacob chuckled awkwardly because filming his own junk was not quite a turn on for him but he gasped loudly as Leah lowered her chest over his cock. He watched with half-closed eyes and trembling hands as Leah grazed each of her nipples, one by one, along the length of his rigid cock and he groaned as he felt each rock hard nipple touch the head of his cock.
"Mmm... noo, Jake. Not so close. It's not flattering," Leah whined with her lips on the tip of his cock and he shuddered with the vibrations that left her mouth. She had heard the faint click of the zoom button and the tiny whirr of the zooming of the camera lens. All Jacob could see in the screen was Leah's scarlet lips wrapped around his thick, veiny cock, her long eyelashes brushing her cheeks as she did so, and it was all he could do from not busting his nut. Her mouth was so warm, so wet and so slick.
Leah kept humming as she dipped her head lower and lower onto Jacob's cock, knowing full well how much it affected him. Jacob was struggling to open his eyes and look at Leah's face as she took him into her mouth; the act alone was enough to send him careening into a mind-blowing orgasm. While he forced his eyes open, he placed the camera on his chest, balancing it precariously so that Leah's actions were in clear view. The hum of her voice caused his entire cock to judder with extreme pleasure; he noticed, in a matter of seconds, Leah's eyes darting to his toes, which were curled tight in pleasure, her lips stretching upwards in a smile while she still sucked him and her hands reaching out to place his free hand on the back of her head, granting him silent permission to control her pace.
Leah moved back up his length, stopping only to catch her breath, and then plunged his cock into her mouth, scrunching her eyes, till Jacob felt the back of her throat; her gag reflex, while it should have warned him, was his boiling point. Her throat spasmed and contracted around the tip of his cock and his vision turned black as he exploded, sending thick streams of his fluid down her throat. Over the next few seconds, life seemed to move slowly. He felt Leah pull away but her soft fingers continued to stroke him. His hand clutched around the camera was slick with sweat; he lifted his head up and angled his camera so he could get a clear shot of her slender tan throat bobbing up and down while she swallowed. The image was erotic beyond his wildest dreams.
"I won," Leah chuckled into the camera and Jacob smiled to himself as Leah's grinning face filled the tiny screen. He couldn't help but notice the thin sheen of sweat forming on her brow or the darkening of her cheeks.
"What do you mean?" Jacob asked, lifting himself up against the head board as he felt himself soften, watching Leah wipe her mouth on the screen.
"You didn't last a few seconds but I could take you in all the way," Leah said, blushing slightly at the blatant statement. Jacob could see how embarrassed and self conscious she was, despite having agreed to being filmed. He loved her all the more for this. He could never ever make it up to her.
"My turn, milady," Jacob joked, handing over the video camera into Leah's unsure hands.
"What! I'm not going to film myself... down there. It's just gross," Leah hissed, a look of utter disgust crossing her flushed face.
Jacob laughed loudly at her expression and used both of his hands to guide her hands up with the video camera. Seeing the red light blinking, Jacob pulled back so he could flex into the camera.
"Oh jeez, Jake. That's just stupid," Leah giggled as she held the camera up, her hands steadier than before now that he was making her laugh. Jacob made his pecs dance up and down, flexed his arms like a body builder and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. He licked the tips of both his index fingers and placed them on his nipples, a sizzling sound escaping from his lips while he scrunched up his eyes to fix a smouldering stare into the camera.
"Oh god, stop it... seriously, Jake," Leah panted through her giggly fit; laughing always made her feel good and it was only Jacob who ever truly made her laugh heartily ever since the Sam debacle.
"Lie back, Lee... yeah, like that but hold it above your... uh huh, just like that," Jacob guided her down to the same position he had been in. Leah's heart pounded with the enormous amount of endorphins that had been released recently; she had to admit that watching Jacob on the small screen his face hovering a few inches from her clit was... a huge turn on. She looked at the screen and saw the top of her mound, with a smattering of coarse black hair. She worried if her 'natural' self was a little disgusting but Jacob looked at her sex like an oasis in the middle of the most arid desert on the planet.
"Oh my... fuck," Leah hissed and her eyes rolled into her head; the sight of Jacob's long index finger rubbing down from her clit to her wet opening and the sliver of sticky moisture hanging from the end of his finger as he pulled it to his mouth did her in. She didn't care if she couldn't watch his ministrations either through or without the lens. Watching him anyway would surely drive her crazy.
Leah faintly registered Jacob's deliciously scorching breath on her clit, his equally warm lips flicking it up and down and side to side, the squelching and slick sounds of his finger moving in and out of her dripping wet opening and his nose pressed on the top of his mound. Normally she would clutch his hair tightly for support, pulling out a few strands in the process, but there was something fascinating and sexy about this; she felt as if she was being pleasured and watching herself, another woman with the same hooded eyes, long raven hair and flushed cheeks, being pleasured. She never really understood the term "out of body experience" until now. And damnit, the pleasure was almost too painful.
Her hands let go of the camera and instead clutched the sheets on either side tightly. Jacob noticed the camera dangling from Leah's side and lifted his free hand to focus on Leah's face with the video camera. His hands shook in rhythm with Leah's trembling body but he felt that Leah's face right at this moment, when she was so close to a release, was priceless. Even filming her expression would do no justice. But he recorded her, no doubt, revelling in the sudden parting of lips and the strangled scream slipping through her lips as his tongue and his finger worked tirelessly and furiously to bring her to the edge. He wanted to continue pleasuring her, teasing her and goading her but she jerked her crotch away from his mouth signalling the limit of her threshold of sensitivity. He stopped his movements and hovered the camera over her flushed, glowing face, chuckling along with her feeble wheezy giggles.
"Ok, Jake. You can stop now," she panted, placing her palm against the lens of the camera he held over her face.
"What? That was only the beginning, Lee. Like you said... a rough ride," Jacob taunted her, nudging her hips lightly with the ball of his foot. He saw Leah's face blanch on the small screen; she recovered quickly, a look appearing on her face... a look he called the Horny Leah Look. He had seen it only a few times, times that he thought he was extremely lucky, and if he ever saw it again on her face, he knew he had earned a million brownie points with her.
She lifted herself up, wincing slightly, and ordered, "Put that over there." Jacob obeyed her willingly, placing the video camera carefully on the dressing table, and turned the small screen by 360 degrees till he could see the two of them. He loved that they could watch themselves while they fucked. If he had his way, he would've turned their bedroom into a hall of mirrors. He heard Leah smoothening the sheets behind him; Jacob looked at himself in the mirror. The corner of his mouth glistened still with some of Leah's moisture. He wiped his face with one hand and looked at his body. He thought that must be how porn stars felt before doing their... job. Prepping for the big show. But this... well, this was different because he was completely in love with Leah and while the idea of taping their fucking turned him on it was Leah's eagerness that brought the biggest smile on his face.
"Ow. What the fuck, Leah?" Jacob whined as he felt a half-hearted blow to his stomach. Half-hearted or full-hearted... it didn't matter because any blow from Leah caused him some amount of pain. He was grateful for his healing powers for he recovered in a few moments, gripping her shoulders tightly. He thought that this must have been her payback for forcing her to do this. But he hadn't forced her, had he?
Well, he hadn't because Leah was smirking and looking from under her lashes seductively. He knew that look almost too well. He didn't have a name for it but he definitely knew what would ensue. It surprised him that she was ready for him... in this manner...
You see, Leah loved hitting Jacob and Jacob loved getting annoyed with Leah. What would follow would be Jacob exerting his dominance over Leah... in a sexual way. Jacob thought Leah hit him on purpose, goading and egging him on to be rough with her. He didn't always fight the howling wolf inside him and she wasn't really breakable. Beds, tables and shower rods would break but it would always lead to a very exhausted Jacob and a satisfied Leah.
"C'mon," Leah muttered under her breath as she waved her fisted hands in front of her face. She thought this particular scene was hilarious—a naked woman punching a naked man twice her size... a kind of ridiculous foreplay. She jabbed her right hand out and it connected with his shoulder; she saw him stagger back slightly. Jacob's eyes darkened considerably and it looked like he was weighing the pros and cons. He continued to decide in his head, ignoring Leah's punches and swipes. While the sex would be great, catching it on camera would be particularly horrifying... two strong people fucking, literally, like animals. He wasn't ever planning on sharing it with the entire world. Leah's body was only his to see and thinking of other guys jerking off to her... the thought was puke inducing. The tape would of course remain private and that privacy warmed his heart. Sharing something this intimate made him feel closer to Leah than ever before.
Leah grew impatient and risked a hard slap to his left cheek. The decision was made.
"Whatchu gonna do about it, huh, big boy?" Leah's teasing voice filled his ears and activated his primal, more feral, side, as her hands slapped his face with a speed that only came with being a supernatural being. Leah's stomach twisted delightfully as she saw Jacob clenching his jaw, his eyes dilating to drink the sight of her in. In a blur of slapping and restraining hands, Jacob had Leah's hands trapped behind her back. Their chests rose and fell with each breath. Leah wriggled against Jacob's strong restraint, wiggling her shoulders away from Jacob's warm lips attacking her neck. While the touch of his lips on her neck pleasured her without a doubt, the strength of his body on her was much more of a turn on.
"Fuck," Jacob swore as Leah's foot came down on his shin. The area throbbed lightly before the bruise healed rapidly; for a wild moment, Jacob fought an urge to laugh at what they were doing. He didn't know what in hell they were doing but he knew it really got the two of them going. By far, they were the weirdest couple in history, Jacob thought, as he wrapped his large gorilla sized arms around her stomach, lifted her effortlessly off the ground and threw her on the bed. The bed protested with the force of her body but Jacob and Leah had it on good authority that this particular bed, which incidentally they had bought from Paul, could withstand werewolves. Jacob had argued that there were two wolves, not one but Leah had shut him up, giving him the option of sleeping on the couch or out in the woods.
Jacob was finding it difficult to let his wolf out of its confines when so many thoughts were speeding through his mind. Leah seemed to know this was his problem so she whispered, "Just let go, Jake." She paraded her glorious ass in the air climbing on all fours, giving Jacob a view of her upside down sex. The smell, the softness of her skin, and the low hum of her voice allowed him to let himself go. A loud growl erupted from his chest as he pummelled his cock, without introduction, into her with a squelch, causing her to scream in pleasure and her elbows to give way.
Jacob's cock moved of its own accord... in and out, in and out and in and out with a terrifying force and at a terrifying speed. He pulled her up by the shoulder, latching his mouth into her right one, sucking, nibbling and biting. He held her hair in both his hands, twisting and twining its soft strands between his fingers, and used it to pull her head back so he could have direct access to her neck. The room echoed with the slap of Jacob's hips slamming against Leah's ass, with the mix of growls and whimpers from Leah and with the rumbling thunderous growls vibrating from Jacob's chest.
Leah clenched her inner muscles tightly every time Jacob held his cock inside her for a longer time to savour the feel of her walls around him. If it weren't for Jacob's breath on her neck, his lips sending the nerves around her jugular tingling, she felt she would've gone crazy with need for Jacob to go faster than he already was going. It wasn't humanly, or otherwise, possible.
Leah remembered the video camera and she turned to see the red light blinking innocently at her. Her sharp eyes caught the image in the small screen of her kneeling body and the rapid movement of Jacob's hips. One hand of Jacob's was clasped around her hair, pulling her back closer against his chest while his other hand roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, rubbing her clit and kneading her ass. If she were a human, Leah thought, Jacob would've snapped her spine in two at the rate he was pounding her.
Leah kept her eyes on the screen, savouring the image of the two of them so intimately joined, fucking like there was no tomorrow. Jacob turned his head to the camera; his eyes seemed human enough to catch Leah looking back at him in the camera. There was something about their eyes meeting in this distance, despite how close they were physically, and Leah flipped over the edge, her body collapsing like a pile of sticks down onto the mattress. She writhed and flailed as cycle after cycle of an orgasm flowed through every pore of her body, reducing her to a crying, gasping heap of boneless limbs.
Seeing Leah under him, crossing to the other side, strengthened the wolf in him. She was no longer on her knees; her limbs were splayed on the sweat-soaked sheets. He was still inside her and now he mounted her like a real wolf would. It was so primal, so primordial, and so instinctive that it blew his mind to bits. The million particles of his dispersed brain roared as one as he came, juddering and trembling inside her. He collapsed similarly on her, knowing she could handle his overpowering weight.
Jacob buried his neck in her hair, inhaling deeply her scent, which always calmed him down; she was still, her face pressed into the mattress, her back rising slowly but unevenly with each breath. He worried if he had hurt her but the faint bruises on her body were already beginning to yellow out and eventually disappear.
"Lee, you ok?" Jacob whispered against the back of her neck as he shifted her sweaty hair aside to kiss the goose bump-ridden skin there.
She grunted into the mattress and Jacob cringed, mistaking it to be a grunt of pain. She still hadn't moved; Jacob noticed the tips of her fingers twitch slightly.
"You're scaring me now, Leah. Are you alive?" Jacob laughed nervously.
"Just turn the damn thing off already, douche bag. I'm not getting any younger," Leah snapped, her voice muffled in the sheets. Jacob barked with laughter, raining kisses on her back. He knew Leah wasn't pissed with him; this was just her way of diffusing the awkwardness of the situation. Jacob caught Leah's eye open blearily. He kissed her exposed cheek sloppily before saying, "I love you," and lifted himself off of her to stop filming.
The red light stopped blinking as Leah whispered back, "I love you too."
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