Chapter 38: Chapter 38
Augustus
My wife was entwined in my arms like a bunch of beautiful roses curled in green creepers. Her face, as pretty as a bewitched picture that looked absolutely innocent and pristine made just for me. A soft tendril occupies a place on her rosy cheeks by the gentle breeze coming out of the window. Careful not to disturb her I gingerly blow the air on her face to free her arresting profile of the soft tresses. She stirs a bit and then readjusts herself to a comfortable position twining up more into me. I chortle at her cute deeds and bend my head to kiss her hair. A feeling of contentment encapsulates.
It has been almost two years since we are married. I did not know how the time passed by. I never knew I could smile so much. My business partners and friends complement me of my hunky changeover now that I smile more often. My mind is always occupied by her thoughts and body is filled by her scent wherever I am.
Looking down at my sleeping wife wrapped in my arms, my rims twist to a radiant smile and optics scroll around taking a look of my bedroom on how much it has changed in the past two years. The dressing table which was ones occupied by men’s cologne and gels is now filled with lipsticks and eye liners. Ahead on the beige color wall of our bedroom is our huge marriage photo. My wife looked like a fallen Angel, so charming and attractive in her white gown with a glowing smile ornamenting her pretty face.
I cautiously try to unplug my hand from her blissful embrace but alas! She is already opening her eyes and looks at me with a tender smile. Looking at her icy blues my world stops and I replicate her benign smile. “Had a good sleep Sweet heart?” I ask her quietly and she nods her head wishing me a ‘Good morning’. I am a satisfied and a complete man now.
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I reach the washroom in heavy steps. I do not want to move out of the bed. Every night since our marriage has been a blessed night in my life. I make love to my wife for almost every chance I get throughout the day and still feel unsatisfied as I continue to ravish her in the nights too. I don’t regret to hold myself as an insatiable beast on bed. I swive new ways and bring a master stroke in our every coition.
Dressing to the office in my sky blue shirt and black pants, I stand in front of the mirror to comb my hair. My wife stands a little behind on a small stool holding a tie in her hands to fasten it around the collar of my neck. “My little cupcake that is short and sweet.” I try teasing of her fun-size form pulling her nose and she playfully hits me on the arm giving a pout. Getting a tie knotted by her brings me to a sphere of our unique passion and solitary pleasure that both of us silently enjoy and have specially built in our marital relationship. This has been our usual routine since the day of our marriage.
“Angelica” I call my wife quietly and bring her closer to me tugging my hands around her waist while she was fastening my tie. “Yes?” She looks at me innocent blinking her beautiful blues like an enigmatic pink pearl coming out of the ocean currents. “Tomorrow is your birthday and I have a surprise gift for you. Be ready by 6 in the evening. Oliver will bring you to me.”
She raises herself on her tippy toes and kisses me softly holding my face in her soft hands. “You are the best gift given to me by God and there is no requirement of any other gifts.” She tells me in her pretty voice. I hold her gaze to kiss her forehead and bring her protectively into my arms. She adjusts her head in the crook of my neck as I run my hands on her back in adoration. There were no words spoken. A feeling of serenity accompanied with completeness rested between both of us. Her legs tangle with mine as her lips kiss me with passion dwelling me to the feeling of utopia.
We move towards the bed in a teeter entangled to each other for a striking copulation. One of our legs hit the bottom drawer of the cupboard which instantly goes unlocked exposing its contents. Angelica excludes herself from me and avidly inspects the articles inside the cache chest. Her orbs then meet mine in a stagger with an eruption of many unasked questions.
Inside the concealed drawer were many things belonging to her since the time I first saw my innocent cupcake. It included her handkerchief which had always been a sweet remembrance of her for many years prior to our marriage. A pink headband with a bow on the right side, a red color teddy bear, a girl’s wrist watch with a Barbie picture on its dial and many more photographs of her since the time I first saw her.
Bringing me out of my thick reverie she asks me looking at the hair band which now rests in her hand. “All these things belonged to me when I was young. Why are they resting in our bedroom closet? And why are these things hidden in a camouflaged cabinet?” I look towards the sky silently praying God to save me from this crucial disputation. “I was going to tell you about everything long back Angel, but I feared your resentment. Promise me that you will hear me to everything that I speak now.” I ask her pleadingly.
My vision goes back to the incident which happened more than a decade ago but still remains novel in my heart like fragrance of a fresh water lily. “I was the caption of our school’s volleyball team. Discussing the game with a friend of mine, I was in the playground when I first saw you.” I tell her reaching for her hand to hold in mine. “You were then just eleven years old, a naughty little girl with two pigtails swaying on either sides of your sweet face.” A twinkle tugs on my features going back to the sweet remembrance of my teenage years – the meeting of my first and sole love.
“You jump into little puddles of water with mischief hidden in those twinkling eyes concealing all the diablerie. At that very instant I knew I lost my heart for you and you are the ONE for me. Since then I kept following you and became your protector enshrouding you from every debauchee who tried to touch you.”
She looks at me taken aback by my nonplussed revelations and I grab the opportunity to bring her to my chest, something that I required as strength to hold up this conversation with her. “You loved and followed me all these years driving men away from my life while I thought I looked like an ugly kitten that nobody wants to date.”
“I am sorry cup cake that I hurt you for much.” I tell her with regret but emphasize my point clear and loud for her to understand the depth of my words. “You are mine and I don’t share what is mine with others.” She hits me with her elbow on my waist and stomps to the bed like a little girl. “You are so arrogant and dominating. Do you know that?”
“That I am.” I reply her showing no reluctance and kiss her in prurience holding her possessively in my shielding arms. “Why didn’t you come and meet me. We could have been friends. You are drop dead hunk. In fact any girl….” I stop her from speaking any further by putting a finger on her lips. The topic of other women now churns my stomach with a feeling of abhorrence and sinfulness. I am surprised at myself on how I could sleep with so many lasses in the past though they were only one time flings.
“I did not want ‘any girl’. I wanted YOU and ONLY YOU and make you mine forever. I fell in love with you on my first glimpse but kept myself away. I waited till you turn twenty one because I wanted you to grow, enough matured for a marriage with me”.
A slow but a sure smile was gradually forming on her features. “So my wedding with you was planned long back when I was just eleven but instated at twenty three?” I kiss her lips tenderly and conclude “because I did not want myself to be called a pedophile.” She hugs me tight circling her arms around my neck and I give her an earth shattering kiss filled in desire. Her hands reach the buttons of my shirt while mine tackle her night wear.
Moving her to the side of the bed I begin to fondle her breasts with a light touch of my fingers, flicking one of the nipples softly and licking it. Tracing my tongue to her tits my lips wrap around her buds as I suck them in ardor. I ran my tongue along her thigh and my middle finger tapped her clit so gently like the wings of a butterfly while she held my head fondling with my soft hairs.
Raising myself up from the knees, my tongue explored her mouth and travelled down to her neck and breasts as I palmed her pussy with my large hand. “I am going to fuck you so wet.” I whisper into her ears. She grappled with the buttons of my Levis and my erection sprang up with a pride. She held my weighty balls in one hand and began to lick my shaft slowly deliberately up and down. Holding me firm in her hand she circles her tongue around the head licking my juices. I groan running my fingers through her hair. “Angel” I grimace. Her head was moving fast up and down as a fountain of pleasure spurted from my insides covering the back of her throat with my cream.
“Come here my gorgeous ‘mine’ I want to give you what you deserve. I tell her and knelt to my knees to start licking her core while my hands meddle her bristols. “Will you always be so wet and ready to get fucked by me?”
“Yeah” She whimpers. And I did not wait for a chance to lick and suck her juicy vulva. “You are fucking so stunning with those big perfectly shaped breasts. It is time I get you to grow my seed inside you.” With those words I close the distance between us plunging my manhood inside her and filling her with my manly juices.
“Happy Birthday in advance my cupcake…” I kiss her lips tenderly pulling aside the wet tresses that covered her cute face after our heated copulation. “Be ready by six, okay?” I tell her getting dressed up for work as she closes her eyes completely drained with the erotic bonking we had a few moments ago.