Between Two Lovers

Note:

The contents of this story are all fiction by its author. Whatever the similarity of the words used and the names of people, animals, places and events is only coincidental and unintentional.

Readers must be 18 years of age or older only. There are words used that are unusual, sensitive and inappropriate for minors.

Sophia's POV

I was dressed in white, embroidered with flowers, my long and sensual body, a wedding dress. I was wearing light make-up and my lipstick was red which accentuated my beauty. I curled my long, straight, blonde hair and left it loose. Today is my wedding day with Dale and this is also the first time I have seen him in person.

My parents' faces were happy and there was no denying the smile on their lips. I smiled back at them and it seemed to go through their hearts. I hugged them tightly as if we could not be separated. Daddy kissed my forehead covered with a veil.

We are in the church now, I am standing in front of the door. Both sides got big vases with bouquets of white roses. I'm amazed because they were my favorite flowers.

I smiled at those I saw.

Guests were inside waiting for my march.

I looked around to see the beauty of the decorations inside. I appreciated the things used in it. The church pew decorations are also white roses which met my dream wedding.

Yes, it's my dream to have the wedding decorations, now with the man, I don't even know.

I can't stop thinking about my situation now. But I have to do it, I love my family. The decision is final.

My in-laws are also outside, we are both waiting for my groom. I want to ask why I came first, not him?

My father-in-law must have noticed my reaction that my eyes were searching for their child.

"He's coming, Hija, don't worry you'll see him."

My cheeks blushed because of what my father-in-law said. Is it obvious that I am looking for and eager to find the man I can marry?

I bowed because I was embarrassed. I felt my cheeks turn red. I just looked at the bouquet of white roses I was holding.

I sighed a breath in the air.

Fifteen minutes later a sports car arrived. We were all staring at the brown "Porsche" car brand.

The door opened and out came a young man wearing shades over his eyes and wearing a black suit. He looks so hot and intimidating. My lips parted because of the creature walking toward my in-laws. I saw him in the picture during the family dinner at home but he was more handsome personally.

He seemed in slow motion as he looked at me, and I could not see his eyes because of his shades. He removed his shades and exposed his pale eyes. Our eyes met and I was stunned. I don't know what to do but I kept calm not to notice that I'm starting to become anxious.

I smiled slightly to distract myself because of my attraction to him. My heart beats so fast that I can only hear alone. I felt a strange tickle in the depths of my heart at his gesture of looking at me. I almost stop my breath while staring at him back.

I saw the smile on the side of his lips.

He immediately regained consciousness because his parents talked to him. They walked forward and passed me where I was standing. To my eyes is his broad shoulder.

The church door opened immediately and they began to march. I can only see their backs moving in front of the church. They are nice to see, especially in their best suits. Why is it so good?

The visitors were noisy especially with the maidens seeing him. Is he such an attractive person? He slowly moved forward with his parents in front. After they reached the front his parents left him.

He was facing us and I could see his stance. I bent down and bit my lower lip.

I know I couldn't meet his eyes on me.

If I do, I might drop on the white marble floor.

Suddenly I heard the music that signaled for me to step forward. As I walked slowly, I stared at his face, down his body, and up and down again. I looked at him straight while marching forward. I couldn't remove my eyes from him.

I seemed interested in the way I was staring at him. I felt my cheeks blush for the reason that I knew he was looking at me too. I swallowed as if something was blocking my throat. There was no expression on his face looking at me, a simple smile I let out, but it was just nothing to him.

I almost didn't want to breathe when he reached for my hand, it gently landed on top of my palm. I felt electricity creep through my whole being as we applied our hands. It's only now that I feel like this, I've met a lot of men but it's weird with him. I slowly let out a sigh of relief because of the nervousness I felt.

The only thing I understood was what the Minister told us, only his question brought me back to my senses.

"Dale Kevin, do you accept Sophia Ashley, as your wife?"

I carefully listened to this man's answer front of me while looking at him. I was curious about his answer. He blankly glanced at me first and smirked.

"Yes, I do."

When I heard that I trembled suddenly.

I bit my lower lip.

What is this feeling?

But I care, I felt like flesh was running inside my stomach, probably out of joy. Because of the thrill, I immediately answered.

"Yes, I do."

"You may now kiss the bride," said the Minister.

My eyes wide opened. A kiss?

Will my first kiss be him?

I'm in that state of mind when our lips meet but only for a moment. I was hung up, his lips were soft as if they were delicious to suck.

Yes, it is, he was my first kiss!

I was embarrassed. I don't want to look at him but he is not ashamed of me. I want to get angry but no words are coming out of my mouth.

After our wedding ceremony, we headed to the reception, at the Del Prada mansion. Many activities were performed and everyone in attendance was happy. After the meal, the celebration continued. We circled to thank the incoming guests.

I was already feeling tired and I wanted to rest. I asked permission to leave. I said goodbye to my parents, as well as my husband and my in-laws. I had already climbed into my room.

My bedroom is on the second floor so I will go up the stairs. When I arrived, I immediately took a bath because I was feeling so hot. I wore nighties because I was more comfortable wearing them. I used to wear it back then.

My forehead furrowed when I saw my totality in the mirror, I wasn't wearing a bra. I could see my standing chest as well as my pinkish nipples. The lingerie I chose to wear was see-through. My undies are visible as well.

I came out of the bathroom and went to my bed. I was standing when my bedroom door suddenly opened, it was too late when I remembered I hadn't locked it. I don't know what I will do if I cover my body or turn away? Too late for me to do this because Dale had finally entered.

His eyes widened as he looked at me. Staring at my body then his eyes were replaced by a sticky look. I moved back to avoid the bed when Dale suddenly approached me. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to his body.

I was nervous and I placed my palms on his wide and hard chest to push him but it was not working. I looked up and those eyes were so naughty. We were only a handful away from each other. He is drunk and I smell the mixture of wine and perfume and it's good for my sense of smell.

My eyes traveled to his face. Oh my goodness my husband is so handsome. He closes his face on me and I smell his breath. His lips are reddish and tempting to kiss.

I closed my eyes as he kissed my lips.

He sucked my lips then inserted his tongue. His kiss was delicious and dizzying. The feeling is not popular with me.

I couldn't breathe, I was out of air.

I suddenly moved my mouth away from him to inhale the air. When I recovered he pulled me closer to him and kissed me violently. As if my lips were tearing because he was sucking on them.

I didn't know what he was doing but it was delicious and hot until I followed how he did it. He inserted his tongue and freely explored the corner of my mouth. Chasing our breath our lips temporarily parted.

"Do you like it?"

He asked in a whisper under my ear.

I felt the tickle when his hot lips hit my skin. I looked into his eyes and asked.

"Is this love-making?"

"Almost, baby," he replied to me.

"We're married and you are my wife now. So let's do it! I can't believe it,

I liked you right away, baby."

"Me, too," I whispered back to him.

"Then, we will do love-making now, baby.

"You are so hot and beautiful."

He imitated me in bed. He kissed me deeper and I responded, his kiss made me move. I just followed every move and I got it. It's easy to learn, especially if the teacher is an expert.

His kiss went down my neck, down to my earlobe. My body heats up because of his electrifying kisses. I sighed as he squeezed my right chest. He lifted my nighties and exposed my standing pinkish nipples.

"Wow!"

I sighed as he licked my left breast. I winced as he sucked my nipples. I moaned as he sucked like a milk-thirsty child. He sucked on it again and again which made me moan even more because of the strange tickle in my body.

I rubbed my hand in his hair and I grabbed his head and even pushed it into my chest. I couldn't help but moan because of the sensation getting even hotter in my body.

He continued kissing down my stomach and he even barely explored my navel with his tongue. I was almost out of breath at what he was doing, especially as he went down between my thighs.

He stopped first then removed my undies. My eyes widened as he removed my panty. I felt the wetness of my femininity.

It exposed to him my fragrant and hairless femininity. I was annoyed by his stare because I was embarrassed so I stared at him back. I knew my cheek was red because I felt its heat. I close my eyes, especially when he looks at my face.

"Don't be shy, baby," he whispered to me while smiling.

My mouth fell open when I felt his breath and his tongue stuck to my cherry. My eyes widened as I felt his caress on my lady part, up and down. I sighed and swallowed my saliva.

My femininity got even wetter because of the warmth of his tongue caressing my cunt. I bit my lower lip so that I could feel the sensation creeping into my core. My body arched as his tongue caressed my clit.

He even ran his middle finger over my feminist, then slowly inserted it. I was shocked at what he did and I grabbed his hand to stop him. I winced in pain and he saw the expression on my face but did not pull out his finger.

He was startled but his finger remained inside me. But he also recovered easily and smiled foolishly. I frowned at his reaction.

"Oh, baby, sorry are you still a virgin?!

I didn't answer him because my muscles were shaking. I parted my lips to get air to somehow relieve the pain in my heart.

This is how it feels, it's just a finger. How could that be if he were to enter mine?

Because of that, I thought my cheeks blushed. I closed my eyes because I couldn't meet his eyes. I opened my eyes as he started moving again.

I let go of his hand because without saying a word, he kissed me on my lips. It deepened and I accompanied him because of his confusing kiss.

His kiss slid up to my womanhood as he twisted his finger deep inside me. The painful feeling was replaced by a tickle.

Simultaneously with his licking was the rapid in-and-out of his finger. I like the way he licks between my thighs which seems like delicious food. He sucked as his fingers moved inside me which made me growl even more.

I feel good about what he does. I just realized that my body reacts to every exit-entry of his finger quickly. My mouth opened and whispered.

"Oh, baby, more please?!"

I don't know where to turn my head off the seat because of the savor I enjoy.

"Oh, umm, ahh, ooh, so good! Please don't stop," I whispered quickly and accompanied by restraint of his movements.

My heartbeat was faster because of the inexplicable feeling. I felt my abdomen coagulate as I felt my juices. My body trembled and I feel weak.

My breathing stopped because I was tired. My lips parted as I saw him suck his finger drained of my juice. It even clung to it like a child while licking like a lollipop.

I was tickled and I screamed as he licked my juice with my womanhood. I close my eyes and bite my lower lip. I raised my head to see him. Why does it feel so good to see him licking my cherry?

Even my groin he cleaned.

"It tastes so sweet, baby!"

My eyes widened at what he said but I just sighed because I did not want a word to come out of my mouth. He pulled himself away from me and I saw him take off his suit. There was no covering and everything fell to the floor. His manhood was exposed to my eyes.

I swallowed because it was big and hard. Only now I have seen something like that in him. I took a series of swallows and went along with the question in my mind if I could handle it?

This was the first time and I felt confused.

Dale smiled foolishly when he saw me swallow and stare at his hard-on.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll go gently."

He came closer to the bed where I am lying. My nakedness faces him. He touched my wet jewel again, rubbing his fingers up and down. Then he bent down and licked my femininity first, then stroked the head of his manhood.

"Here I come, baby," he said as he pushed inside me.

"Ahhh, ouch!"

Suddenly my body recoiled due to the sudden entry into me. He was surprised at what he saw in my eyes. My tears are dripping. He stopped moving first, he kissed me on the lips down my neck to my chest.

When I felt his kiss my body responded, his hard manhood finally sank. I felt like something was torn inside me. He continued kissing me and caressing my chest until lust replaced what I felt.

From his slow movement, the insertion and pulling were gradually replaced. I couldn't stop my growl from coming out because I was already enjoying the sensation caused by him coming in and out.

His puffy eyes were staring at me. Which to me is enticing and enables our communion. With each entry and exit, my growl escapes my mouth. Every thrust of him was met by my body.

His movements got faster and faster and the weight of his panting grew heavier. Until I felt like I was going to explode. I tightened the grip of my thighs on his waist. I shouted at him that I was going to cum.

"I'm cumming too, baby!"

A quick press exploded my juice. I know his manhood that slipped, even more, to be free to go in and out of my tunnel. He moved more thrusts before we reached the peak of happiness.