Cinta Pertama Novels & Stories

Suara rendah itu bergema di sekeliling Rena, dan menancap kuat di otaknya. Rio mencecar sang kekasih dengan sentuhan erotis diluar batas wajar. Rena bukan wanita munafik, bukan pula ABG labil yang bisa dibodohi atau diiming-iming apapun supaya bersedia diperlakukan semurah wanita malam. Rena ingin hubungan cinta kasihnya benar-benar terjaga kesuciannya sampai tiba dipelaminan, lalu mempersembahkan malam pertama untuk suami dengan segenap jiwa raga.

Tanyanya sambil melirikku tapi kualihkan pandangan keluar jendela. "Jadi ingat ya, Ra, dengan pertemuan pertama kita dulu di kereta seperti ini juga. Saat itu, melihatmu aku langsung jatuh cinta sama kamu. Gadis mungil yang modis dan cantik. Sampai sekarang pun aku masih jatuh cinta sama kamu, Ra. Apalagi ada buah hati kita di perutmu." Preeet! Dia pikir aku akan termakan rayuan manisnya lagi. Sekarang kata katanya membuatku mual. Dia berusaha menyentuh perutku tapi kusingkirkan tangannya dengan cepat.

Sandra was just trying really hard to open her eyes “I know he will come back because I am his first love” Summer assured “Firs love? All guys are jerks baby, summer they do not think with their brains or heart, they think with their dicks. First love, that is Child’s play, I have never seen anyone who ends up with their first love and if they do it never lasts because it is all an illusion” Sandra was speaking facts and Summer needs to listen “But…” She tried to look for word but noting came up

For a long time, I couldn't pull myself together. An hour later, the noise from next door gradually quieted down. But the sound of the two of them talking became clearer. "Jasmine, thank you. You're always the best to me." "Silly. If I'm not good to you, who should I be good to…" Princess Jasmine's voice was tender. Between every word flowed an unbreakable, honey-thick affection. Stephen's voice grew hoarse as he continued. "Jasmine, then be good to me one more time. Give me a title, won't you?"

Now that I've already registered my marriage with you, you're the only husband I need. "If you apologize to Benedict and me, I'll let bygones be bygones. We'll resume the wedding after that." I responded by tossing my suit jacket to the floor. "I'm serious. Coincidentally, Benedict is wearing a white suit today. I'll pass the position of the groom to him so that I can fulfill your vow. I'll let you be with each other for eternity. Isn't that a good thing?" Benedict was Jessica's first love. However, he didn't hesitate to dump her and leave the country when her family's company went bankrupt.

No one ever made me feel this way, because I didn’t let anyone close enough to find their way into my heart. And now I have my first love, my first love who didn’t know that I love him. But the worst of it all is not that I learned how to love, the worst of it all is that he broke my heart without even knowing it. That is how fast my first love lasted. It ended before it even began. The shortest love story in the world.

Uncertain about what I said, she looks vaguely disappointed. "Gillian was," giving an emphasis. "She was my first love, baby." A pinch in my heart as I suck up her words. So Gillian might be the reason for the high barriers in her heart. Her first heartbreak was Gillian. It means she indeed does love that girl.

I nodded my head next minute he slammed his lips against my soft lips while endeavoring my soul I felt his pain in his tears, I felt passion in his kiss, I really wanna know about the unlucky person who lost pure hearted person like him if he gives chance I wants to be the luckiest person to hold his hand for complete life of mine I wish I could say these words to him one day without any hesitation, he'll be my first and last love forever . . . after reading that page I understood that her first love is me, it means salomi loved me, she loved me after understanding my pain, but I acted like a fool and hurted that innocent girl she explained each an every feeling she felt for me, then why the

My heart feels like suddenly held by her hand and she's being careful holding it that it might break if she doesn't. “Me too.” I say. But it seems like I find no more words to say except these two words. Because “me too” feels safer than to say nothing at all. She's my first love. The first girl who ever saw me. The first girl whom I ever kissed so sincerely that I was afraid of ever let go. The first girl who loved me tenderly and without anything in between. It was real. The love between us. And I hope this thing right here with me and her, will never end.

Which one? "Zoro wasn’t my first love. It's you.” My heart explodes with joy as she says this, though it is more important to be her final love; being her first makes me so happy knowing she has never loved anyone else as she loves me. “You are my first and last and only,” I whisper, leaning in to capture her lips as my heart pounds in my chest. I lift her slightly, shift on the bed, and climb on top of her, feeling my erection growing. I crush my lips on hers and groan as she grabs my dick. I pull away, breathing heavily as she strokes it. My feelings are so overwhelming that I have to express them by connecting with her so I won’t be as tender as the first couple of times.