"Babe..."
Alyssa slowly opened her eyes. Kiefer was kissing her bare shoulder, and she groggily replied, "Babe?"
Kiefer sucked her shoulder, and bit into it gently, slowly waking the goddess in her. "I want my breakfast," he whispered, grinding himself behind her. "Pero si Zitti," Alyssa murmured, and Kiefer shushed her with his finger on her lips, "We'll be quiet. Promise to be quiet."
Kiefer eagerly worshipped her body, giving homage to every part and molecule of her body. She sings and hums, and Kief slithered behind her, positioned to enter her from behind. She gasped at how full it feels, him inside her, slowly building the rhythm, the desire in her burning bright up to high heavens...
And after they reached the pinnacle, the desire simmering down, Kiefer held her close. "I never was one to cuddle. But you feel so good in my arms, I want to stay this way," he whispered to her neck. She turned to face him, and traced his face with her finger, "I never dreamed I'll be this happy. Hindi ko inakala na magiging masaya ako dahil lang sa isang tao, sa isang lalake." Kiefer gave her a quick kiss, and wiped the corner of her lips, "Minsan napapaisip ako if it is just sex between us. Pero I could not imagine anyone else in the future walking home with me."
Kiefer chuckled and chucked her on the chin, "Patay na patay ka talaga sa akin no?" Alyssa burrowed her face on his neck, "I hate you." Kiefer tipped her chin up, "It's okay naman kung patay na patay ka sa akin. Kinikilig ako. Seryoso."
"Oh gahd... Ang vain lang po," Alyssa removed her chin from his grip. Kiefer cupped her face, "Nobody has affected me this way. Dati, it's just all about the face, the body, the sex. Tapos magsasawa ako. I'll look for another one. The cycle goes on." He kissed her on the forehead and confessed, "Even with Sarah, even if I proposed marriage to her, it still wasn't like... Wasn't like this."
"What is 'this'?" she asked, her eyes shining.
He reached for her hand, and brought them to his lips, "Home. Nothing feels and smells like home than you."
"Uy, naliligo naman ako araw-araw a....," Alyssa tried to joke the giddiness he makes her feel. "Bakit parang walang difference?" Kiefer teased her back, so she tried to push him away. They were laughing and giggling like little kids, trying to pin the other down.
Kiefer was too much for Alyssa, and she was beneath him, trying to catch her breath. She looked into his handsome face, and felt her heart bursting of happiness. "Bakit kase ang gwapo mo," she remarked, and Kiefer smiled, "Don't worry, if we'll have kids, dadami lahi natin."
Kids. Alyssa smiled at the thought. Someday they'll have kids of their own-
"Zitti!" she suddenly sat up, and Kiefer laughed. "Akala ko kung ano na," he said, but he pulled her back to bed. "Tulog pa siya," he whispered, and and slowly pushed her down again. Alyssa sat back up and looked him in the eye, "Kief, can I be honest with you?"
Kiefer was on all fours, his attention at her, "May problema ba?"
"Not really," Ly said, pulling the blanket up to her chest, "Parang... I don't know. Parang sometimes, I feel wala kang ganung... Ano ba tamang term? Uh, connection-"
Kiefer cupped her face for a kiss, "What is it about? Masyado ka bang nako-conscious sa akin?"
Alyssa closed her eyes for a bit, and pinched her nose. "I mean you and Zitti. Parang wala kang connection with her. Mas excited pa nga si Thirdy makita siya, or even si Bea," she said, looking at him. Kiefer sighed.
"Zitti... I...," he said, groping for words. He moved beside her to sit, and wrapped his arms around her. He sighed, and dropped his chin on her shoulders. "I... I love Zitti. I choose to love her. But... There would always be something running at the back of my mind," he said. "I would always question if Zitti is mine, but... But it feels wrong if I question Zitti. I'm well aware that it could be someone else's child, given that we had never been exclusive, me and Sarah... But it's not right for me to question Sarah. Parang hindi deserve ni Zitti na questionin ang existence niya," he added, running his arm on her shoulder absentmindedly.
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The Second Bride on the List
RomanceNot the first, but definitely not the least. Or maybe, it was meant for number 2.
