"Akala ko ba uso ang foreplay sa'yo?"
"Now, we're getting somewhere."
"That somewhere being inside my pants?"
"Or inside mine. Hindi naman ako madamot..." He smiled.
I hid a yawn.
"You're sleepy?"
"Oo, kaya gawin mo na kung ano man ang gusto mong gawin nang may marating itong gabing ito."
"H'wag gan'yan, na-pi-pressure ako," he said.
I laughed despite myself.
"Ayoko ng pinipilit."
"Sino bang may gusto n'un?" I said.
"Some actually like it."
"I am not part of that special population, too," I said before I rolled onto my side to face him. "Anong petsa na, gusto mo i-postpone na lang natin itong wedding night kung kailan ka na prepared—"
He kissed me. On the lips. Thoroughly. Until I was left breathless. Then he moved his face a fraction off mine to tenderly touch my face.
"What was that?" I asked.
"A kiss?" he replied.
"What should we do next?"
"How about you kiss me back for a start?" he said.
I didn't know if I was nervous if I was just experiencing the delayed reaction of my body to the glasses of wine I had earlier, or if I found him suddenly charming after that conversation, but, I closed the gap between us.
His reaction was instantaneous as his mouth caught mine hungrily letting me know without any doubt that our wedding night wasn't going to be spent talking. Or sleeping.
"You want me, too, right?" he asked.
"I'm not sure yet..." I truthfully replied.
"Let me do something about that then..." he whispered against my lips as one of his hands found its way under my sleeping gown.
I fidgeted when I felt his touch on my skin and his hand stopped moving although his lips never ceased their attention. Soon, his mouth's eagerness had me kissing him back with equal abandon. And it wasn't until I felt his warm breath on my breasts that I realized that I was unclothed; except for my underwear which was now in the process of being removed.
"How did you...?"
"I'm talented..." he shamelessly replied as he cupped my breast. "Sweetheart..."
I lifted my gaze to his face. He took my hand in his and my eyes widened when I realized that he was guiding it to wrap around a part of him that I did not even dream of holding.
I reflexively pulled my hand away but he shook his head at me.
"I want you to be familiar with me..."
"This isn't the handshake that I have in mind..."
"Surprise..." he said before his hand snaked between my thighs.
"Wait..." I closed my legs tight trapping his hand.
"You are fond of that word..."
"Ayden..."
"Yes, Sweetheart...?"
"Is it okay for you to touch me...there...?"
"Do you find my touch repulsive?"
I shook my head.
He started moving his hips and my grip on his hardness instinctively tightened. "Sweetheart..." He moved his hand as if to ask for my permission.
Chapter 3: Entangled
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