Chapter 34: Honey, We're Here
Disclaimer: S. Meyer owns Twilight
Jacob's POV:
Mine, she's all mine at long last. I felt as giddy as Michel, holding onto Charlie's shoe, but in this case no one would take my treasure away from me. I drove out to our destination with one hand on the steering wheel. My other hand was clasped tightly around Bella's, letting go only when I had to make a hairpin turn. I chuckled inwardly when I envisioned her dad, frowning at my flagrant breaking of the two hands on the wheel at all times rule. There was hardly a car in sight anyhow, so it was a moot point. I would never endanger my sweetheart if there was the slightest hint of traffic on the road.
We pulled up to the Black Diamond Cabins, and I signed us in. Bella smiled in surprise when she saw where we were. Our travels brought us past this scenic resort a couple of times, and Bella had expressed a wish to stay here one day. Well, one day had just arrived.
I brought the RAV around to the rear of the cabins. Our honeymoon haven was hand-picked by yours truly last week. It was a cozy little cottage secluded in the back and nearly surrounded by tall pines. Plus, it was only a hop, skip, and a jump away from their swimming pool. Picture perfect, that's what it was.
When I removed the key from the ignition, Bella unbuckled herself and had her fingers stretching toward the door handle. I stopped her immediately. "Wait, Mrs. Black (God, I loved the sound of that). Don't touch that handle. Let's do this up right. Now, stay where you are, sweetheart. I'll come and get you."
Stepping down from the RAV, I grabbed the luggage out of the back and headed toward the cabin. I unlocked the door and placed the bags against the wall, leaving the door ajar. Then I went to get my new wife.
I had Bella pressed against my shoulder, with her head leaning beside my ear. I left a kiss at her temple, and deposited her on the bed. Then I stepped back and filled my eyes with her.
I got to thinking—the concerns she spoke to me earlier, were nothing except for one particular line. It made my heart ache to think about what would've happened if I hadn't shown up at her house that fateful day. Both our lives would've probably remained barren for the length of our existence. Sure, we would still exist but not really live. To live there has to be some amount of joy—and right now, that joy was sittin' in front of me on the bed with big brown eyes melting me where I stood.
I walked toward the bed, and dropping to my knees in front of her, placed my head in her lap. I sighed; my heart was full. "I am so in love with you, Bella," I helplessly uttered.
Furrowing my hair with light fingertips, she kissed the top of my head. "I love you too, Jacob." She placed her hand under my cheek and raised my face up so that she was peering straight into my eyes. "I have a wedding present for you," she cooed. One of her eyebrows quirked seductively. "I've been on the pill now for several weeks, so you can leave the condoms where they are."
"Why you little sneak," I blurted. I'd never been intimate with her—excuse the expression—bareback before. So, standing up, I shot back, "I have a present for you too."
Her eyes glistened innocently." Oh, Jake, you've showered me with enough already."
"Hey, don't worry, Mrs. Black. It didn't cost me a cent."
"Well don't keep me in suspense. What is it?"
My irresistible Jacob grin caught her unawares. "Take off your clothes," I growled.
She clicked her tongue, and pulling on the front of my shirt, said, "C'mere, you."
Her hands were in my hair again as she sweetly kissed me. I pulled away as the kiss ended, pretending to be irritated.
"I meant it, honey; get those clothes off." My eyes raked over her, up and down. "Never mind—here let me."
I spun her away from me, unbuttoning the back of her dress, and helped her step out of it. Quickly, I removed my jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Then I tussled with the damn bowtie. My fingers were obviously not made for untying a satin bowknot. "Freakin' tie, I can't get it undone," I complained in frustration.
"Hey, Black," she taunted. "Are you in some kind of a hurry?"
"Hell, yeah. Every minute wasted is another minute I could be spending in bed sexin' you up."
"Poor baby. Hold still, I'll get it for you." She looked up at me with a smug expression on her face and had the tie unknotted in a New York minute. The black satin tie flew over my head as she flung it to rest beside my jacket.
The two neck buttons of my shirt were hurriedly opened. I pulled the top up and over my torso in one continuous motion; the rest of the buttons got ignored. My concentration then turned back to Bella, as I peeled away the obstacles to skin contact. At the same time, she was freein' me of my trousers. When we were finally uncovered as nature intended, I walked her backward toward the bed while hungrily exploring her mouth with my tongue. One-handed, I turned down the bedding, then lifting her once more, laid her on the mattress.
Now that we were lying side by side, I slowed down to a leisurely pace. Wanting to repeat the same feelings as the night following my embarrassing breakdown, I begged her, pleading just like the last time, "Don't close your eyes, honey. I want to remember what your face looked like when I made love with you on our wedding day."
Letting my hands glide over her mahogany hair, and smoothing them over every inch of her skin, I smothered her mouth, and throat and breasts with fevered kisses. Then allowing my bride the same abandon, I took the time to open myself to her touch. Her fingers slid over my face, neck and shoulders, then continued down the path of my chest and abs. As they trailed along my thighs and groin, I moaned out loud and pulled her closer. Oh hell, my plans to stretch this out slowly, evaporated at that point, and I speedily prepared her to receive my love, and took her as our bodies twined around each other.
After our passion had been quenched, I held her in my arms, tucking her head under my chin, and stroking her arm absentmindedly. Admittedly, my eyes were threatening to close. Before they surrendered to sleep though, my mind drifted back to the first time we had ever made love. I thought the sensations that we experienced on that initial encounter could never be duplicated or surpassed. I was dead wrong. The night that Bella healed me of my subconscious war injuries—those sensations were far and above, so much more real, or somehow more enhanced. But that was still not the ultimate experience. Our wedding night brought me close to tears; my physical release was that excruciatingly powerful.
You could scoff and say, it was just the absence of a latex barrier that intensified my feelings of pleasure. But no, that wasn't it. The difference was she had accepted me as her husband and lover. She would never, ever leave my side now and I felt free to enjoy her as my own. I swear to god, my heart had swollen to twice its size, nearly rupturing with my love for her. I could barely stand it. Bella Black, if you only knew what you do to me ...
Bella's POV:
I had to put my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh when Jacob carried out tradition, and "cut the cake". He took out a giant bread knife and sliced a tiny little petit four in half, and lovingly popped it into my mouth. Not to be outdone, I picked up the other half and tossed it to him like a fish to a sea lion. To my utter amazement, he weaved and bobbed, catching it in his mouth. I shook my head at his unusual talent. He had me there, so in congratulations I pressed my lips to his, while he was still chewing on the fondant covered cake. That evoked a response from our audience. A loud "Awwww", erupted from our friends and family.
No wedding reception would be without a toast to the bride and groom, and so the chick magnet, Quil, got up to do the honors. The toast was really sweet—up until the last line—when he blatantly offered to take me off Jacob's hands if I wasn't pleased with him. Of course, Paul, ever the volatile one, couldn't let that remark slide, and had him in a headlock instantly. Our remaining guests drank to our health and happiness while Paul and Quil scuffled amid the stream of liquid splashing out of Quil's glass.
Since Leah was the only young single female—Rachel already being spoken for—I left her my bouquet. Next, my groom pulled out a chair for me to sit upon. That cocky devil, Jacob Black, then brazenly slithered his hands up my thigh and grabbed hold of my garter. He pulled it down while the gang whistled, and I turned scarlet. He twirled it over his head, and in slingshot fashion, propelled it at Embry, who was busy taping all the proceedings. I got a glimpse of my dad, and though smiling, he was as red in the face as I was.
The garter nearly hit the camera. That should be a great close up.
My new husband had just finished shaking Dad's hand and hugging Michel, then turned his attention to me. He gave me a look and jerked his head toward the door, as if to say, Let's blow this joint, baby. I nodded in his direction, and walked toward my dad who was holding Michel. I kissed them both goodbye, and felt a little bad about leaving these two loved ones behind. My little guy put out his arms, and I drew him to me, brushing my lips on his pudgy cheek, and hugging him tightly. I almost cried when I handed him back to Dad. My heart broke as I waved to my son, and he repeated the gesture, chanting, "Bye, bye, Mommy ... bye, bye." Jacob sensed my growing anxiety, but despite my sentiments and a sudden shriek, carried me off to the RAV.
On the ride to our honeymoon destination, Jacob and I couldn't tear our eyes away from each other. Holy cow, he was gorgeous in a tux—and I thought he looked handsome in dress blues! His face was all lit up with the glow of love, and decorated with that Jacob smile. God, I wanted to jump around and shout. "Hey, everybody. Look at me. I married the one and only—and I might add, absolutely irresistible—Jacob Ephraim Black, (to quote my new husband).
During our travels here and there, we had come across a resort called Black Diamond Cabins. I had told Jacob that I'd like to stay there one day. So, when we pulled up to the office, I was excited. I actually married a man who listened to me.
We curved around the graveled road to the back, and when we parked, Jacob wouldn't let me get out of the RAV. He took our bags and put them inside the door, then came to me and carried me inside, bridal style. He sat me on the bed, and stepped away, just staring. The next thing I knew, he was kneeling on the floor, his head in my lap. He let out a soft sigh and whispered, "I am so in love with you, Bella."
Tender feelings pooled within my heart. I ruffled my fingers through his silky black hair, and kissing the top of his head, answered, "I love you too, Jacob."
My next statement I could tell, stunned him. When I told him, I'd been on the pill for awhile now, he responded with a present of his own. Curious, I asked what it was. He cheekily responded with, "Take off your clothes."
His voice sounded husky as he growled the words. Good lord, I was already undone.
He was in such a hurry, that he didn't wait for me to undo the buttons on my gown. He whirled me around and had my dress removed in a flash. Then, as before, he struggled with his tie, attempting to get it unknotted. I came to his aid, and flung it onto the chair where his jacket lay. He was also frustrated with the buttons on his shirt I guess, because he only opened the top two, and pulled the shirt up and off himself. We rid ourselves of the rest of our clothing and Jacob nudged me backward toward the mattress. I was lifted in his arms, and soon we were nose to nose aligned aside each other, our bodies touching.
Jacob slowed down his amorous advances, and began kissing and caressing me just about everywhere. I don't think he missed a single spot. Then after another assault on my mouth, he lay back, signaling me that it was my turn. Running my hands along his neck and strong shoulders started a warm sensation that was quickly spreading throughout my body. It became a full blown fire, as they traipsed down his washboard stomach. Our breathing became ragged, and our hearts thumped wildly. He picked up the pace all at once; neither one of us able to stand another minute of being separated.
All I can say, is, Jacob was not a stingy lover. The sex was always good—holy cow—it was more than good, it was ... No, there were no words to describe the way I felt when folded in his arms. And to think at one time I was afraid of getting intimate with him. My gosh, now, he could make love to me all day long, and I'd whimper for more. Tonight was no exception. It was like a damn had broken inside of him, and all his passion had exploded in this one lovemaking session. I was a lucky girl, and I would try not to forget it. Was it any wonder why he held my heart in his capable hands?