Chapt. 17 - The Failed 'Bridal' Night

"You've stolen everything. My first kiss, my first night, my first experience, and... the only special place in my heart." -Jiji-

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Angie blinked resignedly, even when Mike grabbed her hips in the squeeze between his body and the wall behind her back.

Mike was yearning for her, and Angie knew that. But after their first experience, which was both tempting and torturous, would Mike do it tonight? As he had said, someday they would have sex the right way.

Angie hoped, but she didn't want it to be like that time, when Mike let her reach the climax using only his fingers. She wanted more, could she say that?

Angie’s legs felt like they had lost their bones, limp and almost sliding to the floor. She still remembered how their half-hearted sex felt—pleasurable, magical, and indescribable.

However, would she be ready if those nimble fingers were replaced by the real thing she called 'junior', which was obviously much larger than anything that had ever thrusted her before?

“What are you going to do, Mike?” Angie asked, trying to turn her face away from the man who was getting closer. Every step she took away was replaced by a thousand steps closer to him.

He didn’t want to hold back now.

“You should be asking what we’re going to do, not the other way around. Are you ready, wifey? As I said before—”

“I’m on my period!” Angie replied quickly, then pushed Mike and ran toward the bedroom, but she should have known that Mike would keep chasing her no matter where she went.

Mike stopped at the doorframe, looked around, then frowned and shook his head. He approached Angie, who was curled up on the bed, grabbed her, and hoisted her onto his shoulders, causing her to struggle.

"Mike, are you crazy?! Put me down!"

"Yes, you're right. I'm now fucking crazy and it would be even worse if you kept running away." Mike stepped out of Angie's room, entered his room, closed the door, and slowly lay his wife down on the bed.

Black and gray suited him better than the lilac of Angie’s room. He felt more “manly” and increasingly aroused in his own space.

“I won’t ask or seek your permission because this is my right.”

Mike removed his shirt, stepping closer to his wife, who seemed to have lost her mind and forgotten how to breathe. Angie bit her lip. In her mind, she imagined what the penetration process would be like—something most people would find extremely painful, especially since Mike had never done it before. He was just an amateur.

However, Mike was right—the agreement clearly stated that his dad wanted children, though they would part ways after three years.

If they had a child, would that mean Mike would get custody?

"Wait, Mike!" Angie reached out her hand to block Mike's approach. "Promise me you'll do it slow."

Mike grinned. Even though this was his first time, he had an innate instinct that everything would turn out fine. Angie was just underestimating him.

He didn't nod or shake his head, but immediately pinned his wife beneath him and kissed every inch of her skin after satisfyingly sucking on her cherry-scented lips. Angie's body scent filled Mike's nostrils, arousing an unstoppable desire he couldn't understand.

This wasn't the first time Mike had kissed a woman, nor was Angie the only one he had ever kissed so passionately, but... this feeling was truly magical, and he only felt it towards her.

"Mike, please... keep going and don't stop," Angie said longingly when Mike stopped playing on her nipples. They were on the same level now, both wanting the same thing.

“Aren’t you on your period?” Mike teased, making Angie’s cheeks flush. She turned her face away as he chuckled. But not for long, because he knew what to do to his wife, who was waiting for his touch.

It wouldn’t be Mike if he couldn’t fulfill Angie’s desires. Let them forget for a moment the possibility of what might happen in two years. He wanted to feel what was available today and, for a moment, let himself and Angie merge into one rhythm, one atmosphere, one feeling—though not love, but merely an unstoppable desire in need of release.

Mike did it slowly, carefully, so much so that Angie didn't even notice when he entered her very gently, especially when he saw her biting her lip while clutching the sheets. He understood what she was feeling.

There was no conversation between them. Mike didn't like to talk much. He just wanted to give pleasure, not pain. So when the first mission was successful, he moved his hips slowly while making sure her expression of pain turned into relaxation.

Slowly, soft but seductive moans of pleasure escaped from Angie's mouth. They echoed each other's voices and the sounds of skin-to-skin claps, igniting their passion even higher. They were happy on the same frequencies.

Unfortunately, not everyone enjoys others’ happiness. Mike forgot whether he had locked the door, and realized it when a sound disrupted his and Angie’s intimacy.

The door opened, and a woman around Angie's mother's age stood there with a look of surprise and disapproval, while Mike scrambled to cover his and Angie's bodies with a blanket.

Mike sighed in frustration. The game had to be paused or even stopped completely, and who knew when they could continue?