First Kiss Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

More than himself. 'I love you' I whispered while I pulled the ring on his ring finger. 'I love you more' he replied. And pulled me by the waist before smacking his lips onto mine. Again! Before the priest could say 'You may kiss the bride' Damn! All the guests are laughing again. That was my first kiss after marriage. I thought and jumped and hugged him with my hands around his neck and his around my waist. I'm married? Am I really married? 'Oh fuck. Oh fuck!'

Now both Dominik and I are ready to kiss, so now we both close our eyes, and enjoy kissing each other this way being the first time. The first time we kissed, I was the one surprised and upset, losing my first kiss at a wedding I didn't want, with a man I didn't know and hated, getting more than one kiss from him the day we got married. And then it was Dominik who was surprised by me, being kissed suddenly in the bathtub, without warning or signal, so it was obvious he wasn't going to reciprocate because he didn't know what was happening.

“You may now kiss the bride.” I looked down at her, stepping closer to her and I saw that she was a shaky mess, she had probably assumed that I wouldn’t kiss her. She was wrong, it was important that I kissed her to seal the marriage, if I didn’t why would they say about our marriage even though it was fake but they didn’t know that. The moment our lips met, a fire ignited inside me, it was raw and it consumed me whole. It was nothing like the polite, obligatory kiss I had wanted to give be her and forget about. It was something much more dangerous.

I’m instantly nervous. “If it’s too soon…” I start but his mouth on mine silences me completely as he kisses me with a little more X-rated content than the first time, his hands sliding off my face to slide around my waist and pull me in tight against him. This time he really does knock the wind right out of me with a tongue in mouth porn kiss that makes me want to strip my clothes off right here. “I would marry your right now, baby. Let’s do it, let’s get married before term starts. It’s what I want too.”

Inscribed on the inside with “We survived everything.” Ethan slides mine on first. “With this ring, I thee wed.” Then me, sliding him on with shaking hands. “With this ring, I thee wed.” “By the power vested in me by the state of San Francisco, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The officiant smiles. “You may kiss your bride.” Ethan doesn’t wait. Pulls me to him, kissing me like we’re the only two people in the world. Like we haven’t kissed a thousand times before. Like this kiss is different. Special. The first kiss of our married life.

It was my first kiss. It felt like nothing. "Congratulations," the justice of the peace said with practiced enthusiasm. "Best wishes for a long and happy marriage." That was it. Eight minutes and I was married. I was Isla Romano now, bound to a man who couldn't even fake emotion for the length of a kiss. "We should take a photo," Dante said. "For the family records."

I assured her but didn't feel the same inside. "I will think of something." She whispered and again started getting lost in her thoughts, but I pulled her to me holding her hands. "How about a kiss?" I asked, leaning to press my lips. "Here? Now?" she asked, frowning. "What? You will kiss only in public places and only your boyfriend, but not your husband?" I asked, smiling to which she chuckled and leaned down to meet me in the middle for our first kiss after marriage. I moved to concentrate on her neck and when my hands touched her top to lift she stopped me holding my hands.

The officiant then turned to me inquiring, "Do you Luciana Aria Moretti, take Roman Massimo Orlov as your husband. To have and to hold in sickness and in good health, in good times and not so good times?" I hesitated, glancing at Roman—I suppose I really was marrying him after all. "Yes, I do." We slid the rings onto each other’s fingers. My hands shook, not from emotion, but from the sheer tremor of the moment. And then came the kiss. I focused on his lips, and neither of us made a move. I was about to give my first kiss to a man for whom I felt nothing, after 24 years of dreaming about how special that moment would be.

I said between my sobs. He quickly got up from his position and hugged me tightly and I hugged him back. Then he broke the hug and put on the ring on my ring finger which was blank. He kissed it and spoke. “I have never given you a ring even after our marriage. This is the right time to give you what you deserve.” With his, he kissed me on my lips for the first time. I wasn’t prepared for this kiss. I widen my eyes in surprise at first then I started to respond to his kiss and put my hands around his neck. His kiss was so soft and light. It was not any near domineering but a careful one.

Casey felt his lips for the second time. It wasn't her first kiss because she had her first kiss at the party last month. The people who have witnessed their wedding clapped their hands as the ceremony ends successfully. The priest had pronounced them husband and wife, and he congratulated them. "We're married now, Casey..." he whispered in her ear. "We're husband and wife starting today." She licked her lips and sighed deeply.