CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Miley R. Stewart's Point Of View
The reception wasn't really a reception, just everyone going back to the hotel and a bit of dancing and food and toasts. It's not like anything much could be planned in three days. Or like I wanted anything, I just wanted to marry Jacob, and I had. We were husband and wife now, nothing and no-one could keep us apart no matter how much they tried. We were joined in Holy Matrimony. Now Jacob and I were finally alone sometime after two in the morning and we were going to have a propper wedding night.
We were in our own hotel room and I had pulled Jacob over to the bed and kissed him as hard as I could until we were forced apart for air. Jacobs lips trailed down from mine to my neck, to my chest. He was forced to stop there and he almost tore my dress apart in his eagerness. His eyes were hungry and lusty as he took in my naked upper body and I felt selfconscious under his intense gaze.
"Miley..." His voice was lower and so sexy it had to be illegal. "You are..." Jacob trailed off, looking at me before leaning down and kissing me. "Alluring..." He murmured when air forced us apart and I gasped for my stolen breath as he kissed down to my chest again. "Beautiful..."
"Jacob..." I moaned when his lips connected with the sensitive area of my right breast.
"Creamy..." He mumbled, kissing his way to my left breast and driving me even crazier with lust. "Delicious..." I got a little light-headed when his tongue led the way down my stomach. "Exquizite..." Jacob said around my belly button piercing.
"Mmm... Jacob..." I whimpered/moaned. "Please..."
"Please what?" Jacob teased, lifting his head up to look me in the eyes as he moved one of his hands up to tease me through my underwear - my blue underwear. It was the first time he had ever touched me there and I'm pretty sure I orgasmed when he did.
"Touch me!" I begged, biting my bottom lip to keep from crying out. Jacob complied, leaning down and taking my underwear in his teeth before starting to slowly tug them down. As soon as he was clear of my heat he let them out of his mouth and tore them to pieces instead of just pushing them down. Jacob moved back up and kissed me hungrilly, his tongue fiery hot against mine. His fingers found their way between my legs and I was forced to break the kiss. "Ohhh... JJJaaacccooobbb..." I moaned when his fingers hesitantly touched my naked wetness. One finger rubbed gently over my clit making me unconsciously lean up into him whilst another finger moved to my opening.
MACOB
Jacob E. BLack's Point Of View
Oh, fuck!!!
Miley was so hot and wet and TIGHT!
My one finger barely fit inside her as she sintinctively clenched around the intrusion, biting her bottom lip harshly. I leaned down and kissed her lips, making her relax a little and her lip healed leaving only the coppery taste of her blood.
"We don't have to do this." I said quietly, I could tell she was in pain just from having my one stationary finger inside her. I didn't want to think about her being in even more pain whilst I got so much pleasure from it.
"Yes, we do!" Miley replied, closing her eyes and sighing a little. "We have to, Jacob, we have to make love."
"Not if it's going to hurt you." I shook my head, looking down at her pained face.
"But, we have to, Jacob, we have to make love..." Miley sobbed and a couple of tears slipped past her closed eyes. That's when I knew I couldn't go through with it, not when it would hurt her so much and I slowly started to pull my finger out, but her hand flew down and stopped me. "We have to, Jacob, so it can make everything better... I love you with all my heart and Soul and you love me so we have to make love to make everything better again."
"Nooo..." I cooed, dropping my forehead onto hers and closing my eyes for a second before reopening them. "Nooo, Miley, we don't have to make love to make things better... Just us being here, together, in love is what makes everything better." I murmured, kissing her tears away and she opened her eyes to look at me doubtfully. "We're married now, Miles, nothing could ever be better than this, but we don't need to make love, we just need to be together."
"Why?" Miley sobbed, her grip loosening on my wrist and letting me pull out of her so I could move off of her and hold her as she cried. "Why?" She pushed feebly against my chest as she cried. "Why?" Miley pushed harder this time and I loosened my hold on her a little, sensing this might get violent. "WHY?"
"Miles-" I wasn't sure what to say, but when Miley cut me off I had a little more time to figure it out.
"Why did you have to do it?" Miley sobbed, pushing me away from her and I went without any struggle. "Why did you have to sleep with her?" She pushed against me again with more force and I felt sick to my stomach for what I did. "Why did you have to have sex? WE were supposed to make love for the first time together tonight. It was supposed to US." Miley's voice was raising, but I didn't care about the volume, it was the words that were cutting me up. It was supposed to be us making love for the first time tonight with each other, not my Angel, my WIFE crying because I lost it to someone else in a fit of drunken depression over something she had no control of at the time and reversed immediately after talking to me after it happened. Tonight was supposed to be our special night together and I screwed it up when I screwed a girl I don't know let alone care about. "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO IT?" Miley screamed and I winced, her angered/hurt words were like daggers to my heart. This was her first time adressing what I had done, her first time dealing with it and getting her emotions out about it. "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SLEEP WITH HER?" She pushed me again so I fell off the bed. "WHY, JACOB? WHY? ANSWER ME, JACOB, WHY DID YOU DO IT?"
"I don't know." I whispered, looking down, not being able to face the rage in her eyes.
"WHY NOT?" Miley yelled and if this had been any other situation I would have found her sitting on the bed naked like that totally sexy, but she was heartbroken and angry and sex was the last thing on my mind when she was so desperately broken.
"I don't know." I don't know what she wanted to hear, but it certainly wasn't that, I could feel her anger, I could feel how close she was to phasing and I didn't know weather to stop her or not... I didn't know anything these days. "But, I love you, Miley." I said quietly, finally looking up at her from where I was still sitting on the floor. "I love you more than anything, I love you with all my heart and Soul and mind and body, and I'll love forever, for all of eternity... And doing what I did was the worst mistake I could ever make because this was supposed to our night, our wedding night... Together... And I'm more than sorry that we can't have our night together." I don't know where the words were coming from, but I meant every single one of them with every fibre of my being that was in love with Miley - so every single one. "I'm more than disgusted and repulsed with myself for what I did and I'll never ever stop feeling guilty about for it as long as guilt exists... But, I love you... I love you, Miley Ray Stewart... You're my heart... You're my Soul mate... You're my entire reason for living and nothing and no-one could ever change that."
"You slept with her." Miley sobbed, seeming to lose all her energy suddenly, falling down onto the bed and curling up into a ball. "Why would you sleep with her?"
"Because I'm an asshole who doesn't deserve to live in the same universe as you, let alone the same planet." I said, slowly and hesitantly moving closer to the bed, aching to comfort my Miley.
"I just wanted it to be us for always and eternity." Miley whispered as she cried and I reached up for her, my heart tearing when she flinched away from me. "And now I broke that... I broke our eternity..." She whimpered and my head shot up and I felt fire course through me. How could she possible think it was her fault?
"No!" I said maybe a little too forcefully because Miley gasped and her eyes flew open and looked at me, wide and a little scared. "No, Miley!" I shook my head, climbing onto the bed next to her, desperate to rid those thoughts from her mind forever. "No, it wasn't your fault, Miles, it was mine, I'm the one that screwed up the best thing that could ever happen to me, I'm the one that made the unforgivable mistake... You took me back after I was the worst excuse for life possible, you still loved me and married me... Miley, I didn't deserve your hand in marriage, I don't deserve any part of you after what I did, but you married me... You married me and I love you more than life... You are my life, Miley." I don't know where I was going with this, but I needed her to know that nothing was her fault except the good the stuff. Miley could only ever be responsible of all the good stuff in my life. "It wasn't your fault, Miley... I'm the one that screwed up and broke our eternity, but I'll do anything to fix it, anything at all."
"But, if I didn't kiss Ryan then you wouldn't have done it... It was my fault we can't make love on our wedding night because I keep think about how she was with you first... It's all my fault, if I hadn't kissed him back then we would be able to make love tonight... We would be married already and we would have made love and it would have been perfect, but I broke our perfection."
"Nooo..." I cooed for the second time, laying down and pulling Miley into my arms, folding her into me and just holding her. "Noo, Miley... No, it's not your fault, it could never be your fault, I love you, baby, I love you and I could never blame you for anything bad that's happened to us."
"But, that doesn't mean it's not my fault." Miley sobbed into my chest and I rubbed her bare back soothingly. "It is my fault... It's all my fault... Everything is my fault."
"No, it's not, Miley, it's not your fault... None of it is your fault, Miley, none of it." I had heard the extra meaning in her words, she was blaming herself for more than just the sex. "It's not your fault, Miles, none of it is your fault."
That's how we stayed. Miley crying her eyes out and me holding her and whispering soothing words to her. As screwed up as it sounds, given the circumstances, I wouldn't have had our wedding night any other way. Miley finally let her emotions out about me having sex wih someone else, she still let me hold her and touch her and kiss her. If things were different though, if I hadn't slept with what's-her-name, then I would have been able to give Miley a propper wedding night, we would have been able to make love together and she wouldn't have to think about me with someone else. If I hadn't slept with that other girl then Miley said we would have been married before this and we would have had a real wedding night, but I screwed that up, I screwed up my Miley's fairy tale, her happily ever after. I had already vowed and promised and sworn a million times over that nothing would ever seperate us ever again, but now I found myself begging to the God we had just married before that I could make Miley happy, that I could give her everything she deserved in life and more.
MACOB
Miley R. Stewart's Point Of View
When I woke up a few hours later during the daylight and Jacob was gone. Where did he go? It wasn't just my imagination that I broke down on our wedding night before we were about to make love and Jacob had to hold me until I cried myself to sleep, was it? On top of everything else I had screwed up for us again, I had broken down and started yelling at my Prince, my Jacob, my Husband until I couldn't anymore and he had to hold me as I cried... On our wedding night, the night when we were supposed to make love for the first time and I screwed it up because I couldn't stop thinking about him with someone else.
"Hey... I was hoping you wouldn't be up yet." I was snapped out of my thoughts by my Jacobs voice as he climbed back onto the bed with me and I couldn't stop myself from cuddling into him even if I wanted to.
"I'm sorry." I whispered into his chest, burrying my face in his shirt. Why was he wearing a shirt? I'm positive I tore it off him before we even got back here last night. "I'm sorry I ruined our wedding night, Jacob... I love you, I love you more than anything or anyone and you deserve a propper wedding night where you can make love to your bride."
"No, Miley, I don't care about that." I could feel Jacob shake his head and run a hand through my messy hair as he spoke. "I don't care about sex, Miley, I care about how we're married now, you and me are husband and wife for all of eternity, we're joined under the eyes of God, you've made me the happiest person alive just by saying those to little words yesterday. I couldn't care about anything else, not when we just got married."
"But, I ruined our wedding night." I argued, reluctantly pulling away from him a little to look at him.
"Miley, everything about yesterday was absolutely perfect for me because I got to finally call you my wife." Jacob said quietly, brushing my tears away with his thumbs. "I love you and we're married, Miles, everything is perfect, you didn't ruin anything, you let me hold you and love you and comfort you, and that was one of the best things I could have asked for given everything that's happened in the last week."
"But, it was our wedding night." I whispered and he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead.
"And it was the perfect end to the perfect day." Jacob murmured, he didn't seem to want to admit that I had ruined everything for us in the last week. But, right now I didn't want to argue, I didn't want to ruin our first morning as husband and wife as well. "I got us some breakfast, that's why I wasn't here when you woke up." He told me, somehow knowing I wouldn't argue with him anymore.
"I love you, Husband." I smiled, doing a complete one-eighty with my mood. I moved up so I could kiss him on the lips. Husband... Jacob was finally my husband after seven agonizingly long months of only being able to say boyfirend or fiancé, I could finally call him my husband.
"I love you more, Mrs Black." Jacob grinned, kissing me again and I got an attack of butterflies in my stomach when he called me that.
"That's not possible, Mister Black." I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulling him closer as we continued to kiss, our previous argument completely gone from my mind. I laid back on the bed still kissing Jacob and pulled him over so he was on top of me. "I love you more."
"I'm afraid you're very mistaken, Wife, because no-one can love anyone more than I love you." Jacob pulled away and I didn't even notice that he had reached over and pulled a tray of food closer to us until he placed a chocolate covered strawberry at my lips.
Okay, so Miley's spazz wasn't really all that big, and she got over it quickly, but she's gonna go nut-so in 31 and almost kill Jacob if that makes anyone happy? Doesn't make me happy 'cause I love Macob, but I think it needed to happen.
I'm going to ask for...6 reviews to get the next chapter. In 27 Miley gets her first real sexual experience... Twice... Lucky girl, God what I wouldn't give to have Taylor Lautner touch me like that...
To those people wondering, no Ryan isn't gone, he will be returning when Miley returns to Georgia and with his pressence will come DRA-MA...
Tcikets for Twilight Saga; Eclipse are already on sale and it doesn't come out here until July 1st at midnight, that's over a month and a half away, and yet I couldn't even get tickets to the Last Song until two days before it came out. Who cares if Eclipse is 'bigger' or 'more popular' or any of that crap, if tickets to one movie are available a month and a half before its release then tickets to all movies should be available at the same time. Miley has every right to have a month and a half ticket sales before opening day, so why doesn't she get it? What makes Eclipse so much better that they get a month and a half?... Or is it that they need a month and a half to get enough tickets sold for it to not be a flop? I don't care what the reason is, Miley deserves a month and a half just as much as the Twilight Saga!
And now that I've done my rambling, please review?
P.S: Surferchickk525 and Mileyhannahfan77 both have 90 points ouf a needed 100 to name Macob's first child... Yes they will eventually make-up and he'll knock her up in the future...