My Sister's Fiance

Chapter forty four-- The Honeymoon

If someone would tell me that I would marry the love of my life. My dream girl. I would have laughed at them and tell them they must be crazy. For years, I was drought without love and thou I feel a speckle of warm and love when I met Em, she had somehow more often than not reminded me of her. And I knew, no matter how I deny it, subconsciously I know I never get over her. But pains and hate had drove me away. I feel my world collapsed and everything in it.

I slowly rebuild myself. Putting barrier against barrier to protect my fragile heart from being torn again, but in the end, I guess, the same person who broke me would be the only one to make me whole.

I smile. Looking at her now blushing profusely, standing next to me with her perfect face still adorned by her beautiful gown. I cannot help but praise Almighty, for having her back. For giving her back.

"Jem. ." She muttered nervously while biting her lower lip, her eyelashes flutter as if trying to find her words. She look bashful and shy. "I. . You knew I'm no longer----"

Before she could finish her word, I put my finger on her delicate lips and look her in the eye. If only she could see my heart, she would know that whatever dark past there is. I don't care, all that matter is her. Only her. "I know. And it didn't change a thing. ." And before she could protest again I kissed her lips.

For years of pent up frustration and amorous feeling I want to devour her whole. To make love until the dusk of dawn, but knowing her health, I tried to control my urge and desire. Instead I kissed her softly and surely. I kiss her lips her jaw, her neck while slowly undressing her.

I could feel her tremble underneath me. Her eyes fluttering beautifully while softly moaning almost drives me mad but before it gets the better of me. I trailed another kiss on her shoulder, on her collarbone until I finally undress her.

I want to make this special, to make it perfect, this after all would be our first time together.

I smile as I wonder the sight of her beautiful body. Despite having a brown and violet spots in her body, it didn't marr its beauty.

She looked at me in the eye nervousness still obvious despite her brave attempt to hide it. I know she's afraid that I'm gonna run away any minute. That I would knock my head off then suddenly realized she's not worth it. But I looked her in the eyes, wanting to tell her too that I may not have been able to changed the past but I would sure make up with the future and I'm gonna start by making love to her with all the love and respect I could give.

So I kiss her again, more passionate than the previous kiss, demanding and telling her I am not grossed with the sight of her body instead I rellish it with burning passion and lust. Like an addict addicted to a heroine, I wont get tired touching her. And I would until all she could remember is how I touch her. Of how I made love to her. . . .until all those memories fails in comparison to the way I would treat her. That there is no repulsion but only awe I had for her and even her body.

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I could feel his uttermost desire, like a hungry wolf trying to devour its prey. I could feel the hard throb of his member, like a metal pole. I am not a virgin. I know what it feels to be subjected to the torment of it, I am nervous and afraid of it. Subconsciously, I wanted to retreat and defend, but a huge and brave part of me, wanted to surrender myself to him.

I can see him struggling with himself, like wanting to hungrily devour me while also trying to protect me like a porcelain doll. The contrast slightly lessened my nervous muscle.

But his passionate and ardent kisses make me loss myself. I can feel the burning sensation in my body and starting to condense in my nether regions. It felt weird and good at the same time.

I can feel his hands wandering in my body, everything he touch tingles sending shivers in my spine, I can't help but tremble under his manipulations.

He passionately kisses me my neck, trails kisses on my collarbone until it reach my breast. He masterly kiss it with his tongue while his other hand massages my other breast, his giving them both his time and attention, giving me wave after wave of another pleasure.

I feel more hot and started clamping my legs, I don't even know what to feel anymore. Every sensation is foreign to me. It gives me anticipation, shivers, hotness, lust and passion rolled in one.

But under his guidance, the beautiful torture seems to last, I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my breathing ragged and moans of pleasure slowly erupts from my lips and before I think I could not take it anymore. I feel one sudden thrust that I gasped.

We are finally joined as one and I can't stop tearing from the inexplicable joy I felt. This is more than the physical joy I felt but the symbol it signifies.

"I love you..." He said as he kissed my tears away and made love to me.

"i love you too. ."

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A/N: I seriously don't know how to make a bed scene so I think Im gonna disappoint you guys. 🤣🤣🤣

I don't know. I just don't want it to be soo overly sensual. Hahahaha.

P.S. I'm back.