LAYERS OF LOVE (LOL)

Heavenly

As we cuddle with our drinks at hand, watching the stars, I feel complete. Vincent was wrong. I am complete with Pascal in my life. I squeeze closer to his chest trying to remove all the space between us. Between the alcohol running through my veins and the blanket covering us and his body heat, I do not know which one keeps me wanting more. The squeeze closer and tighter before turning around and sneaking a kiss taking the little wine he still has in his mouth into mine. I smile cheekily at him before he laughs and starts tickling me which sends me tumbling to the ground rolling with laughter. I struggle to get away from him and immediately I succeed I head back into the room trying to put some distance between us but as it turns out my short legs have me pinned to the carpet near the bed faster than I can squeal. As my laughter dies down, I begin realizing just how close my husband s to me. My husband. The thought that this man all handsome and glorious is mine for life has me smiling like a fool. The feel of his hard muscles beneath his dress shirt as he presses closer to me all while pinning my hands above my head.

"My husband," I whisper testing out the words on my tongue to see if it sounds as good as it does in my head. He tenses, his whole body sounding aware of what I have just said. He looks at me with so much fondness that I feel like my body is getting consumed in a fire that I was not aware was burning. His eyes pierce right through my soul reminding me of how sharp they are. He moves slightly making me aware of where he ends and I start.

"Say that again wifey," The way he says it makes my whole body burst with pride. If this is what he is feeling is similar to what I am feeling, then I want to be refered to like that for the rest of my life. I smile, lifting my face and placing a kiss at the corner of his lips before I whisper again in his ear.

"Show me what you've got hubby," I barely complete the statement before his lips pin me down back to the carpet. His lips taste like the wine and a tinge of smoke baked in one and they move ferociously against my own causing a small moan to escape my lips. His tongue finds a way into my mouth and I gladly wrestle with him for dominance. As I am getting used to the feeling of him being in my mouth I feel his hand start roaming down my neck and all of a sudden I am aware of how much my body needs him. It feels like it is our first time all over again. I crave for him. His touch, his scent, his kiss, his body. I want him more than I have ever wanted someone in my entire life. Desire has never been foreign but it has never been as strong. My lungs begin burning for the lack of oxygen yet it feels like the only thing I need in order to start breathing is his kiss. Just as I begin feeling like I am going to die the most beautiful death while kissing the man I have just married. He breaks away from the kiss causing me to pant gluttonously trying to get some oxygen into my lungs. Relief is shortlived as I feel his lips on my neck knocking all the air out of my lungs again.

I try to free my hands from his hold even as he sucks and nibbles on my neck but to no avail. I can only squirm like a fish out of water and mewl desperately wanting him to give me more than he is. I try moving my body to get some friction where I need it the most but his weight pins me down minimizing m movements. His movements are slow and deliberate as his free hand roams right at the center of my sternum but never close enough to my twin peaks. He is torturing me and he knows it. He moves just close enough to the base of the left breast but never quite touching it. My whole body feels like it is lit on fire. I cannot even control the frustration that huffs out of my mouth which causes him to laugh against my skin, his beard tickling just perfectly.

"My darling. Why rush when you are mine for life?" He asks before kissing my lips and going down my collar bone all the way down between my peaks. He lets his free hand roam down to my stomach as he places tiny kisses on my clothed body. Even though his words make the sense the heat pooling within my body doesn't allow me to make sense of the matter. I want more. I try to wiggle my hands free and this time me lets me which allows me to tag at his hand and lead him where I want him the most. He laughs before lifting his gaze to me. I can see the desire in them. I can see he wants me just as much has I want him and for a moment I contemplate asking why he is holding off. Before I can utter a word however, he beats me to it, yanking down the straps of my dress as he lifts himself off me to get the skimpy little underwear I had put on off.

"Oh darling," He says situating himself at my entrance. "You don't know what you've just done." I can feel him stretching me and he pushes deeper with each word. Even though this is what I wanted the intrusion sans warning has it feeling a bit uncomfortable but I can tell he is punishing me. I smile with challenge in my eyes.

"You're going to regret this Peris. In just a few hours." He speaks with a thrust going to each word but I am barely listening.