Chapter 4

I woke up with an arm around me. Sleeping the whole night cuddled in his arm was a wonderful feeling. It was something I would have wanted to do earlier, now that I know how it felt. I grew up doing the upright way my parents set for us, and that included the limitations I should keep as a woman. Touches between sweethearts should not go beyond hand-holding, though it was difficult to keep in my case. Though I had a strong conviction against pre-marital sex and that my husband and I had kept the rule, we still defied light intimacies like kissing and hugging.

I was still in my thoughts about those rules when I felt him moving. Seeing that I was already awake, he pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. I thought he was ready to devour me since he had already regained his energy. I waited and closed my eyes, and to my surprise, I heard him snoring again.

A beep on my phone diverted my thoughts from him. I grabbed it from the bedside table, and when I saw the caller's name, I sank. I was already expecting her teases. It was Ara, my best friend.

"Psst! How's the experience?"

"We just slept."

"What?" I could surely see her in my mind, her eyes bulging in her small, heart-shaped face.

"Yes." There was silence for a while before I heard her bursting out in laughter.

"We were exhausted, you know that. We personally handled the details of the wedding," I scolded her, but a smile broke out on my lips. I couldn't imagine how frustrated she was. "Whoever suggested the DIY concept should be damned. It ruined my wedding night."

Ara laughed her heart out. She had magic fingers in designing, and the decision to create our Do-It-Yourself set-up for the church and reception area was hers. Everything that was pleasing to the eyes at the wedding venue was from her deft hands. She also created my bridal bouquet and those my secondary sponsors used.

"Alright, then. Maybe this morning."

"He's still asleep."

"What?" she hissed again. "How can he sleep with a virgin bride?" I could imagine her rolling her eyes in disgust for marrying a saint. Being a sophisticated and liberated woman, she couldn't believe how we survived in seven years without doing the deed.

"Don't be impatient. Bye, now."

I placed my phone back at the bedside table and lay down again in his arm. My movements must have stirred him up because he brushed my hair with his fingers and began kissing me. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue probing deeper while his hands crawled again to one of my peaks. I bit my lip as I arched my back, offering him my other mound. He must have understood my motive because he replaced his left hand with his mouth and began licking the circumventing border of my left breast. His tongue then moved closer towards the areola, and finally, to my most sensitive part--the nipple.

He stayed there for a while before he moved to my right cup. His left hand crept to my labia, stroking from top to bottom. I tossed and moaned as extreme pleasure gripped me, spreading my thighs wider so he could have better access to my inner folds. It did not take long for his fingers to move up and down before my insides began to drip. His hand then moved to my clit, rubbing it vigorously until his breathing became shallow and fast. Soon, I felt I was at the peak of my pleasure because something was building somewhere beneath me. I suddenly craved a harder pressure, so I reached out for his hand that was rubbing my clit. I guided it to move faster until I felt something bursting inside me. Just as my clit pulsated in succession, I also felt him convulsing while his mouth stayed open around my nipple, allowing his saliva to drip.

After that moment of wonderful genital spasm, my heart beat faster and louder. My mind started to imagine and feel his shaft entering my cave, only to be annoyed when he moved to the sides and fixed my lingerie into its proper place. I made up an excuse to go to the bathroom, hoping that he would come after me and we would have that exciting love session under the shower. I stripped myself out of my undies and turned on the shower. Feeling the cold droplets that sent shivers all throughout my body, I found an excuse to ask for help.

"Zed, can you please turn on the heater? I can't open it." It was not a lie, and I was glad I was able to hide my primary intention.

He came in and reached for the heater's button, setting it into a lukewarm temperature. I did not look at him. I just felt his eyes burning as he watched me fully naked before him. I felt triumphant when he hugged me from behind, his mound touching my lower back. I pretended not to mind him. I proceeded to apply shampoo and spread the lather to my neck, upper body, and genitals. His two hands then cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples together between his fingers. I waited for what seemed like an eternity as I closed my eyes, allowing him to run his hands around my body until his fingers moved up and down my outer labia. Finally, I felt him holding his thing and rubbed it gently at my ass. I turned to face him and look at his possession for the first time. However, he was quick in blocking me by sealing my lips and pushing me to the wall. With his mouth still in my lips and one hand in my breast, his other hand was holding his and rubbed it against my slit. I tossed and moaned loudly as I pushed his waist against mine. He would be damned if he wouldn't slip it inside me soon.

"Hold me, please," I heard him whisper, his voice was full of lust.

My eyes flew wide when he grabbed my hand and let me hold him. My goodness, my small hand couldn't even grasp it in full. I wanted to look at it, but he sealed my lips again while guiding his hand to rub him up and down. I did it willingly until he dropped my hand and hugged me tightly. Enclosed in his arms and pressed close to his body, I felt him convulsing again. His hot and sticky fluids then trickled down my thigh.

"Let's get this done," he said after his panting calmed down.

He picked up the soap, rubbing it in my whole body. When he lathered himself with the soap, I quickly rinsed off, put on my robe, and went back to the bed. I must lead the way for him because I felt impatient anymore.

When the sound of the splattering shower died down, the loud thuds of my heartbeat spiked again. I anticipated that we would finish what we had started when he came out of the bathroom. I dried and combed my hair slowly, imagining his fullness between my thighs. Then, just when I saw the bathroom door open, my phone vibrated. I picked it up hurriedly when I saw my mom's name on the screen.

"Come home, now. Your cousins are waiting for you."

I felt my blood rush up to my head. How could my mom ruin our day?