9 Chapter 9: Downpour

Everything was a struck of impulse.

He kissed both of my cheeks, "Part your mouth a little."

So I did it. He kissed me and plunged his tongue inside my mouth.

Nostalgic, I'm pretty sure this is how it felt.

The next thing I knew, he tossed the towel that was covering me.

He puts both of his hands on my sides and lain me down the bed gently. He kissed my neck. My shoulders. Everything.

He heard me whimpered with pleasure and he stopped as he felt the skin of my abdomen.

It was a road that I had never travelled before. I can't help but to unravel in the daylight.

"Hmmm. I'm going to be a father."

I was still silent with the things he do. It was too much but I cannot protest. These feelings were new to me. He stopped and lied next to me. It was surreal. I was just looking at his face. I felt my walls engulphing him. It grew like never before but it did not hurt me whatsoever.

I thought it was going to be this hard. I was trying to say something "I... " when he charged in to hard. It ran through the depths. His scathe of poison rushed into me.

He was quick yet every second was vivid. He raised my legs here and there and everything was just rabid, primitive, radical and instinctive. I had no words to describe it.

He sprayed me his feint rain and it flooded me entirely. I felt his body twitching. I can feel my depths enveloping and suffocating him. It quivers and shivers. I cannot remember what we said.

He finally finished when he knows that he can't build up his tension anymore. He withdrew and lied beside me. He kissed my back, "Vicerra. This is the best I ever had."

"Really?" I never had it before but he told me that I was his best.

"I can still feel it."

"You wound me so much. I am dizzy." I told him.

"I filled you so much. I never did that to anyone before. I was afraid of getting them knocked up."

He held my hand. "I'm not afraid though. You are my wife after all."

"I..."

I was about to reply but I fell asleep.