Chapter 3

After A Few Months

"I, your officiating minister, now pronounce you as husband and wife."

The four walls of the church vibrated when the loud round of applause erupted from the crowd. Some of them squealed and laughed while my closest family members cried for joy. I smiled and ran my eyes through all of them. I knew that those who knew me very well were very happy for me. Who would ever think that I would still get married at the age of 30?

"You may now kiss the bride," the voice of the minister cut through my reverie, and suddenly, I got nervous.

I already asked the minister to make his sermon a solemn one--no jokes or teasing as much as possible. Yet, I had forgotten to ask him ahead to skip this part. I didn't want my family and friends to see me kissing a man, even if he was already my husband.

No, don't get me wrong. It's not that I didn't like kissing, but I grew up in an extremely conservative family where I didn't even see my parents hugging each other. That even just a simple act of holding a boyfriend's hand was not allowed.

A loud squealing jolted my attention back to the minister.  I then saw Zedreck's face coming close to me. He placed a hand at my nape and another hand at the edge of my shoulder. The squeals came out louder this time, urging us to kiss right away. To put an end to my ordeal, I reached out for him first and initiated a quick kiss on the lips. That, in turn, created another round of laughter, louder than their applause. I blushed; I just made myself look silly.

When we finally stand facing the audience, I pinched his side hard for making fun of me. He just looked at me lovingly and chuckled without saying a word.

"Friends, family, and our beloved guests,  this wonderful afternoon, allow me to present to you the newly-wed couple, Mr.& Mrs. Zedreck Ramos."

A wide smile broke out in my face as Zed, and I made our recessional march back to the flower-strewn, burgundy aisle. A smile that didn't end until the last guest left the reception area. I wished I had a couple of minutes to rest my face from smiling throughout the reception program. However, I couldn't. They were all so happy and thrilled for me. Never did anyone knew that all those times, I was struggling with my fear every time my thoughts wandered off to the first night Zed and I was going to share.

Soon after a few hours, the time I dreaded the most had finally come. My husband pulled me close as soon as he locked the door of our wedding suite. He kissed me hard and stripped me off from my white wedding gown, leaving only my white lingerie. Seeing me with only those tiny pieces covering my private parts, he unbuttoned his suit as well and removed everything except his underwear. My heartbeats raced when I took a glimpse at the bulging thing underneath his white undies. I was too shy to look at it. He was my boyfriend for seven years, and even if we made out a lot, we never came to the point of undressing ourselves.

"You're exhausted already?" he said, pausing his scorching kisses on my lips.

"Yes," I answered softly under my ragged breath.

Honestly, I was not tired. What bride in her right mind would get spent up when it was her first wedding night? Yet, I lied to him. I was too nervous to think of that hard thing poking at my navel while we kissed.

"I know. You want to rest now?"

I did not answer him because he kissed me again, probing his tongue in my mouth while a hand started to rub my arms. I guessed no groom would ever let his bride sleep during their first night, right?

Then, his hand crept to my back in circular motions until I felt his fingers unclasping the hooks of my bra. When my two cups jumped out from its tight cage, he slid the tiny piece of cloth completely from my shoulders. There, in his eyes, I felt I was completely naked.

His eyes then turned dark with desire as he stared at the bulk of soft peaks dangling at my chest. Not to boast, one of the best physical assets that I owned is the size of my busts. He left my mouth for a while as he positioned himself on top of me. He then bent down again and probed the tip of his tongue in the insides of my ears. In slow, crazy motion, his tongue moved further to the sides of my neck, down to my collarbones, then to the path between my breasts.

I curled. Goosebumps started to spread throughout my skin. I didn't know if it was pleasure or just a reaction to this strange touch. My husband must have seen it because he returned to my mouth, where I was the most comfortable. Yet, it did not last long. His hand replaced his mouth in my body, and he started cupping my breasts. It felt wonderful at first, but when he pinched my nipples, the pleasure that was beginning to build up in me suddenly disappeared. I frowned and took away his hand before I turned to my side.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Don't touch me there," I whispered.

I saw him frowned also. "Where should I touch you? The book says it's one of a woman's most sensitive parts."

"I don't know."

He was right. We were both technical virgins, and my first experience on petting was that one with Mr. Kim. Zed didn't know about it and he neither had an idea that at that moment, I was wishing to experience again that pleasure I had with Mr. KIm.

"Okay, let's explore," he chuckled, and I felt my blood rushing to my ears.

He didn't wait for my answer and started drowning me with his kisses again. He put me under him as he bent down, kissing me. With one hand at my side supporting his weight, he started stroking one breast in a circular motion, starting from the farthest sides down to the areola and finally to the nipple. I felt pleased that way, so I urged him to do the same on the other side. His mouth then took over, doing the same, sensual way of arousing pleasure within me. When both my nipples had their share of wet sucks, I felt a wave of pleasure rising within me. I began to moan until I felt something like my vaginal orifice was opening up, and I started imagining his shaft entering my uncharted territory. My sense of shame suddenly disappeared. His hand then moved slowly down, creating impulses on the skin it touched until I arched my back, giving his hand the way to feel my now wet cunt.

He did the same thing with my precious thing, stroking it first from the outer part of both the labia. I gritted my teeth. I wanted him to move faster this time because this sense of desire was then torturing me. His fingers then proceeded to my vulva, then to the orifice, and finally on my clit.

"Faster, please," I beg, in between my shallow breaths,

"What shall I do with it?" he answered, capturing my lips again.

"Pinch it."

I initiated a wet kiss as he rolled my clit between his two fingers. He responded with equal passion as he rolled my button faster, adding more pressure to it. After a few seconds, I stopped his hand from moving, and I pressed the tips of his fingers on top of my clit. I then felt the strong pulsations pounding beneath it as the pack of fluid squirted beneath my sensitive walls.

He dropped down to my side and hugged me while I was still panting. I wondered why. I thought he would finally insert his thing between my thighs. To my frustration, he reached for the bedside lamp and turned it off.  Then, he pulled the bedsheets up to our chin and cuddled me close to him.

"Let's go to sleep."