With Strings Attached

Chapter 3: Entangled

I forced myself to relax focusing on the vivid play of emotions on his face instead.

His touch was feathery – too soft to be called intrusive but too blistering hot an experience to be ignored. When his fingers traced the crevices of my intimate folds, my breath snagged in my throat; and when his thumb gently rubbed the nub that I had only read about in books, a moan escaped my lips.

I wrapped an arm around his neck to pull him close for a kiss because I needed something to distract me from the sensations that were building into a crescendo inside my stomach.

"Ayden..." I groaned into his mouth and he responded by moving between my legs. He removed my hand from his hardness and placed it on his chest.

I unconsciously braced for the intimate intrusion when I felt his manhood on my sex. But instead of the painful invasion, all I felt was the smooth caress of its head as he used it to draw lines of pleasure along my core leaving a wetness in its wake that even I couldn't ignore.

"Sweetheart..." His mouth sought mine for a passionate kiss and when he bent my knees, I knew what was coming.

The prodding was gentle yet persistent and he was quick to swallow my objections as he pushed himself deeper inside me.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded mutely.

"I'm not..." he said.

"Why?"

"Can you forgive me just this once?" he asked.

I frowned in confusion at him until he rammed into me and a squeak escaped my lips.

"Sorry...sorry...sorry..." he repeatedly said. "Sorry..."

I was holding my breath willing for the pain to go away as he apologized over and over.

"Ayden..." I said.

"Yes?" He raised his face to look at me.

"We still have a plane to catch tomorrow...move your freaking ass. Are you going to fuck me properly or are you going to spend the whole morning apologizing?"

"That's hot," he said moving his hips.

There was a dull pain but I was trying to be the supportive wife and started moaning to get him off quicker.

He stopped moving before he sat on his heels and then picked me up by the pelvis.

"What—"

He stood on his knees until my back was completely off the bed.

I gasped. "Ayden..."

"Wrap your legs around my waist, Sweetheart..." he softly instructed.

I obeyed using my elbows to support my weight.

I watched as he put a thumb inside his mouth before he used the same thumb to rub the sensitive button just above the entrance of my sex.

"Oh...my..." I was moaning for real.

"Louder, Sweetheart..."

No, my mind disputed but my mouth must be in complete disconnect with my head because there I was fisting the covers and whimpering his name.

I didn't know that I was capable of crying out in pleasure. Or that I can be bold and tell a man to please go faster. But, I did those things on my wedding night.

"Ayden...please..."

He quickened his movements, his other fingers joining his thumb in its mission until I was numb with want. When he lowered my pelvis to the bed so he could latch onto my breast, I came undone.

His climax came a split-second after mine. As he slumped into me and my body cradled him until his breathing evened, I turned my head to kiss the side of his face.

"What was that for...?" he drowsily asked opening an eye to look at me.

"For that mind-blowing experience..." I said.

He laughed softly before looking fixedly at me. "Sweetheart..."

"Hm...?"

"Promise me that you'll never fake it again. I will always know..."

I nodded. "Okay..."

He kissed me on the lips. "Matulog ka na, maaga pa tayong gigising mamaya..."

"I thought our flight was at eleven?"

"Yes, but we have a scheduled pre-departure fuck..." he replied before he grinned.

I scowled.

"But if you're too tired—"

"Anong oras ako mag-a-alarm?" I asked and he laughingly gathered me in his arms.