Chapter 134: Chapter 134

(Avery’s Thought)

Even though the wedding is sudden, Jeff managed to pull it off, and he has planned it all along. So after the wedding ceremony, we stayed for a little bit, I got to finally meet his parents.

And for the longest of times, I once again felt the warm embrace of a parent. It made me cry, because I knew that I am no longer alone, and no longer an orphan. Because now that we are married, his parents became my parents, too. And I can’t deny, my heart is full.

After that, we stayed to talk to our guests for some time, and then we ate and enjoy the party, too.

And now I am here standing in the balcony staring at the moonlight, while Jeff is still cleaning.

I don’t know why. It isn’t the first time we are going to have sex, but for some reason, now that we are married, there’s this tension inside me, a feeling of hesitation, a feeling that I am officially owned by him.

And unexplainably, I feel afraid. And now, my heart almost stops as I hear the gushing of the water finally stops, and Jeff’s humming fades.

He then walks out of the bathroom door, as I turn around and look at his great physique from afar.

I am still holding the wine glass I’ve been holding for the last couple of minutes. So I chug it all and puts down the wine glass.

“Thirsty, aren’t we?” he teases me when he saw me chug the whole glass of wine in one drinking.

“No, more like nervous. I am nervous, Jeff,” then I walk to him, a little tipsy.

He catches me in his arms, just right in front of the bed. My cheeks are hot and I think they are flaming red.

“Why are you nervous, Avery? It’s just me, babe. Are you afriad of me?” his eyes are full of questions, his eyes are full of questions.

I shake my head, “N-no, I… I am nervous that I can’t be able to satisfy you as your wife… that I might make some mistakes… And I am embarrassed that I cheated on you,” tears fall down. The wine makes me weak and sentimental tonight.

But instead of blaming me, he kisses me gently, and then utters, “You are now a Tales. Avery Tales, my gorgeous wife, I can’t thank you enough. Forget about that, and be my wife now.”

He looks at me with such strong determination and desire, and he gently removes my robe. He carefully and gently undresses me, and then he smiles and says, “I don’t have to ask permission, right?”

So I put my palm on his chest, and nods. Then he begins moving his head, kissing me all over my body. I moan and groan, and slightly put pressure on his chest. I squeeze his hard chest as my body automatically reacts with how he caresses it.

Then he lays me down on the bed, naked, and he kneels down on the edge of the bed. He climbs on top of me,

“I love you so much, Mrs. Tales, now, it’s my time to own what’s mine,” says him, with an authoritative voice.

Then his movements and kisses become aggressive. His big hands cup both my breast and squeeze them all he wants. I feel a slight pain but I let him go his ways.

Then he pulls back from my neck after sucking my neck and putting a lot of hickeys. He puts my nipples in between his forefingers and middle fingers and slightly move his fingers up and down, stimulating every nerve-end there is.

Then he moves, and squeezes, and sucks both of them, and then he repeats the cycle, causing me to moan endlessly.

“Uh, babe, so good,” I pronounce.

Then a wet feeling gush down below me and when he notices how I twitch my legs, he asks me with a smile, “Are you wet? Are you turned on now?”

And I simply nod, then like a rabid wolf, he switches position. My head is now between his legs, and his head is now ready to bury in between my thighs.

“My wife, suck me hard,” he commands adamantly. So I do what I am told without any hesitation. I grab his cock and slightly play with it, and when I see it is fully-hardened, I begin sucking it.

And I hear him groan. I lick his balls first, and then traverse my tongue to his shaft until I reach his head. Then I play with his head and he groans even more.

And as soon as I suck his big penis, he buries his tongue deep within my hole, and play with my clitoris with his fingers.

Both of us groan in both agony, satisfaction, and excitement. Our body temperature rises, and our sixty-niners get even hotter and more aggressive every second.

He asks me to stop in the middle, not wanting to come out easily. But he continues to lick suck and eat me as he wants me to come as many as possible.

He then climbs down and focuses in giving me pleasure. I grabe the headboard made out of bamboo and spread my legs wider.

Then he lavishly take my woman hood as he puts his fingers inside. He fingers me in different rhythm and moves inside with so much freedom.

He screws the movement and makes circular movement with four fingers inside me, so I scream in pain and joy.

“Ugh, Jeff. Goodness!” I scream.

“Go on, scream for me, babe! Come for me!”

And as the speed of his fingers grows faster, I meet my climax, and as soon as he feels the juices comin out of me, he takes out his fingers and licks it in front of me.

Then he pulls my fingers, and leads me outside the balcony. He bends my body forward on the coffee table, while we are both facing the moonlight.

“The nightsky will be the witness of our first night as husband and wife. I am going inside you now, Mrs. Tales, are you ready?” Jeff acclaims.

“Yes, yes please, take me all you want, in any way you want,” I beg.

“Your wish is my command my wife,” he grins.

And just like that. He pins me on the glass coffee table, as my breasts lay flat on it and my chin rubbing against it.

He pulls my hair back and it creates an arch, as he enters his full-hardened penis inside me.

I groan louder, “Ugh, Ahh, Ohh,” not minding the passers by downstairs not minding if someone from the neighboring villas will come out.

I promise myself to give myself to Jeff alone, and that’s what I will do.

He thrusts me over and over again, for the longest of time he could extend, he does it.

UNready to come yet, he turns my body around, asks me to sit on the edge of the table while I put my legs on his shoulders, forming a V-formation using my body.

Then he enters me again as he grabs and squeezes my breasts.

“Oooh, yeah… My wife, you are so delicious,” he says while keeping his movement strikeful and strong.

And as he goes near the climax, “I am going to come out inside you, my wife.”

“What?” I say in a surprised manner, and quickly retracts my answer, “Yes, my husband, do as you please. I am your wife. I am yours.”

Then he grabs the back of my head, and one hand supports my waist, as his movements grow deeper and rougher.

And we both groan, and moan and loudly cry, until I feel him squirting the warmest liquid inside me.

Our night as husband and wife is fulfilled, and while hugging me in that position, he says something that makes my tears flows, “Avery. I want to have kids with you. Please give me that.”

“Of course, I want to have your kids, Jeff. I want to give your parents some grandkids,” I smile, and this time it was a genuine smile.

He touches my lips, “I want that smile to remain for the rest of our days together, so I have decided…” he halts.

I gulp waiting for his next words, “We should go back to the States for good.”

I blink not sure if I heard him right, “Babe! I told you, I want to live in France!”

“No, Avery. Don’t fool yourself. I’ve never seen you happier, nothing beats it when you are with Kendra, and I don’t want to take it away from you.”

“But what about the bar? My work there? I am done with my course, so I can finally work as a curator?” I ask him, worried that he is only doing this for me.

“I can start a small business here, and you can continue your business with Kendra. Or we can even build a coffeeshop and a museum together, right?” his blissful eyes speak with full of hopes.

“A-are you sure? Because if you are only doing this for me, then I can’t–”

Then he kisses me to stop me from nagging, “–You would have done the same. And you are my wife. Whereever you go, I go. Wherever you stay, I stay. We are partners in life now, and my job s your husband is to secure it. So, don’t fight me, okay?”

Tears flow endlessly from me, I can’t thank him enough for knowing me the most. Even if I couldn’t tell, I really wanted to stay with Kendra, and there he goes, proving once again that he’s the great and best man for me.

“I love you, Jeff. Thank you for being my husband.”

“I love you the most, Avery.”