Soo... smut ahead!

This chapter is completely irrelevant to the story, so if you feel uncomfortable reading smut, you can just skip this chapter and I'll try to update another one as soon as possible.

But, as you know, it's Christmas, so I don't know if I'll have the time.

So, until then, I wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year, I hope you guys have fun and manage to relax a bit during that time! :)

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"Ana, we need to stop," Jasper breathes out, reluctantly pulling away and resting his forehead against hers. "Why?" she whines slightly, her hands sliding to his hips, trying to pull him back into her but he steadily pushes against her pull. He won't be able to stop should she manage to pull his crotch against hers.

Hell, he can barely stop right now. He doesn't really want to stop.

"Because our first time is not gonna be out here, darlin'."

"So, let's go back," Anastasia proposes. "Jump," he retorts, his hands sliding over her ass and down to her thighs when she does. Her feet interlock behind his back, face buried in his neck as he speeds them back to his old house.

Peter and Charlotte aren't there, off somewhere to do god knows what but right now, they don't care.

"Stop it," Jasper hisses when she starts kissing his neck, sucking on his skin, teeth scratching as she pulls away to grin at him. "Then hurry up."

His eyes narrow and he freezes for the split of a second as she goes right back to kissing his neck. Holding on to her thighs harder, he speeds them up to his room, mindlessly throwing her onto the bed.

The smirk she is sending him as she props herself up onto her elbows sends his last restrain overboard and he can practically feel his eyes lose colour and turn pitch black. Tough, for once, it's not the major battling his control, trying to take over, it's his own instinct bringing him to his knees.

"What? You gonna stand there all night?" Anastasia raises a brow at him. Jasper doesn't move other than crossing his arms as he looks at her with narrow eyes and a growing smirk on his face. "Oh, you'll wish I had, darlin'."

Making his way over to her, slowly, almost painfully slow, she bites her lips, tilting her head to the side as she counters. "Hm, I bet I will."

Jasper quickly twitches his fingers, the sarcasm in his voice as clear as daylight and the words a pure challenge to him. He swiftly takes off his shirt, abandoning it on the floor. Not that she really gets the time to appreciate the view as he appears on top of her, forcing her back into the mattress, his hands next to her head and a dangerous look on her face.

Anastasia goes to drive her hands up his chest, protesting when he pins them above her head. Glaring up at him, the smirk on his face very much getting on her nerves.

"Not so confident now, are we?"

"But I'm getting exactly what I want," she shrugs, smiling up at him innocently. "Are you now?" "I mean unless you plan on staying like this all night long..."

"Now, we wouldn't want that."

His hand that isn't holding onto her wrists reaches down to her shirt, pushing beneath to let his fingers trail back up her side. They're barely touching her skin, gracing it and tickling Ana, who moves her body away from it.

About to rip off her shirt, he stops for a moment, looking into her eyes to make sure her reaction and answer are honest. "Are you sure?" "Yes."

Nodding, he rips off her shirt, admiring the red lace hiding her chest for a moment, printing the image into his brain before moving his hand behind her back, unclipping her bra rather than ripping it off.

He sure hopes she'll wear that one again. And again.

Anastasia arches her back when he doesn't move, desperate for him to finally touch her and Jasper smirks while leaning down to breathe a tender kiss between her breasts. "You look delicious, my love."

Kissing down her stomach, his hand settles to rest on her side, not yet touching her where she wants him to.

"If you can't keep your hands to yourself, I'll tie them to the headboard," he warns lowly, his voice muffled as his lips move against her skin. Anastasia bites her lip, nodding when he lets go of her wrists to climb further down.

His hands finally find her breasts and he slides his fingers over her already-hardened nipples. Looking up at her, quite enjoying the way she pushes her chest up the moment he stops, he squeezes her right boob, his mouth closing around her left nipple.

His tongue swirls around, adding and taking pressure. Anastasia moans at the feeling.

She can't say she's a virgin, she's had sex quite a few times before, the male validation giving her another reason to keep on going but it was always just sex.

With Jasper, it feels different. The way he takes his time with her despite obviously being frustrated himself, it feels more intimate. It feels more real.

But it also doesn't feel right and she hates to admit it, to even think it but his gentleness makes her feel how she probably shouldn't feel right now.

"Jasper, please," she breathes out, her hands, which have held onto the sheets to not grab his head, coming to pull him away, locking eyes with him, the desperation clear in her eyes. "Please," she repeats.

Caving in, for now, he reaches down to undo the zipper of her pants, the button following suit as he gets off the bed to take off her jeans completely. Her underwear doesn't match her bra but honestly, he doesn't care. Too focused on the way she is laying in front of him, ready to give herself to him fully. Ripping off the black thong his hands grab her thighs roughly to pull her to the edge of the bed, crouching down in front of it.

"Darlin', you're dripping already," he groans, licking his lip.

"Jas..."

He doesn't listen the rest, too tempted by the sight in front of her and especially the aroused smell, he licks up her folds, his arms hugging her thighs and his hands resting on their insides. Jasper groans lightly against her mid, loving the taste of her on his tongue. And loving the moan escaping her lips the moment he touched her.

His hand has moved to push her folds apart, keeping a slight pressure on her stomach as he does but she is more focused on the way his tongue moves around her clit, getting close but never quite touching it, leaving Ana whining and frustrated beneath him. Looking up, he quickly grins against her folds, finally kissing her clit.

Not the way she wants to, just a teeny tiny kiss before he completely pulls away from her. Moving back on the bed, his lips crash onto hers, his tongue invading her mouth while his fingers move down to her sensitive area, flicking over her clit before he pushes one finger in, thrusting back and for immediately while simultaneously curling and uncurling.

"I'll spend a whole night eating you out," he speaks up as he pulls away, their chests heaving and sinking hard as heavy breaths leave their lips. "And I'm going to make you pay by stoping every time you get even close to coming. But right now, I need to feel you around me, my darlin'."

"Jasper," Anastasia simply moans when he adds another finger, her lips rocking against his hand, his fingers clearly not what she needs.

"Can you take off my pants for me, darlin'?"

Ana does so immediately, undoing his belt first before working on his pants, climbing back up the bed while he takes them off.

Her eyes drop to his dick, her teeth sucking her bottom lip between them. He's thick, a little above average size but most certainly thicker than she has ever seen.

"Are you really sure?" his voice is soft again, his eyes shining with the tiniest bit of concern. "Yes. Just hurry up already, please."

Climbing on top of her, he settles in between her legs once more, kissing her roughly as his hand reaches in between them to rub over her clit once more. Just to make sure she's wet enough.

Pulling back, he kisses her forehead once and her lips twice, gingerly this time, and sits back on his heels. His hand is wrapped around himself, spreading her juices over his dick to make it easier for him to push in. And to make it more comfortable for her.

Spreading her legs further apart and pulling her into him, he slowly slides his tip over her folds, gathering more wetness, before putting it in. Only his tip.

Leaning back over her, he once again pins her hands over her head, his free hand squeezing her boob as he pushes himself further into it, stretching her.

Anastasia hisses in a breath, closing her eyes and arching her back as he is buried fully inside of it. Jasper, too, lets out a low groan at the feeling of warmth and slickness around him.

God, this might as well be his new favourite feeling in the world.

"Move," she urges him on, rocking her hips as much as he allows. Crushing his lips down on hers again, he does just that, moving in and out of her slowly at first up until the only sound you can hear is that of flesh clashing against flesh and the creaking of the bed. Moans and groans hang in the air, barely ever leaving.

At some point they have given up trying to kiss, their movements and moans refraining them from truly doing so.

Anastasia shrieks when he flips her around and pushes her head down into the pillow, his movements not haltering for longer than a second. She loves that position, it allows him to thrust at a different angle and hit her G-spot.

Jasper reaches his arm around her, his fingers finding her folds and circling her clitoris.

"Jas," Ana forces out, the word barely to made out. "Let go," he replies simply, even speeding up a tiny bit, thrusting harder into it as she does indeed let go.

The knot that has built in her stomach moves down until she cums with a scream. Jasper slows for a moment to give her some time to rest before pulling her back up, her back flat against his stomach as he kisses her neck.

Anastasia turns around, kneeling over him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Jasper takes his dick and helps her slide down onto it, a groan falling from his tongue when she starts moving. He licks his lips and throws his head back, his hands holding onto her ass as he supports her riding him, helping her move up and down and setting the pace.

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Honestly, I don't think this is the best I can do writing smut, but I wanted to add at least a little 'emotion' during their first time because writing pure smut felt wrong.

But, if you like it, I can add a few more of these chapters where I will go further into detail and keep out the unnecessary parts.

Also, I don't think I've ever heard an acceptable word for your private parts while reading smart. "Penis" or "Vagina" are too formal for my taste, but "dick" or "cock" for example just ruin the vibe for me, so if you have any words I could use, I would very much appreciate it.

And one more thing, who invented the word "panties"??? He should be punished