Married By Accident

10: Holy

| Diana |

We stood still in the elevator with an old lady who gave us a kind smile.

"I once had a best friend who was so pretty, just like you." She pointed at Franki.

"I'm sure you were prettier than your friend." Franki responded politely.

"You're very kind. Just remember, don't let any man ruin your friendship!" The old lady tapped her cane gently on the floor. Mukhang may hugot si lola. (Sensing grandma's emotional undertone.)

"For sure." Franki elbowed me as we stifled a laugh.

The elevator dinged. We both waved goodbye and stepped out.

The condominium corridor was dim and had yellowish facade lights stuck on every blank wall alternating each door.

"Spooky." I remarked.

"At least my bed's not broken." She snarkily replied.

"Stop being adorable or I might start kissing you out here."

She stepped in front facing me, walking backwards, "Is that a threat?"

I attempted to grab her but she hurried ahead and approached a door. I softly laughed when I saw her struggling with the keys. Walking closer, I hugged her from the back and trailed kisses down her neck.

"Not helping, we're never getting in," She whispered giggling and finally triumphed over the door. We quickly herded inside before she shut it with a slam. I then used my height advantage to push her back against the door.

The lights were off, but the room wasn't given over to darkness. Her curtains were half-open, giving a peek of a large electric billboard outside. The light of that sign spilled inside and it splashed her place with pale purple and pink hue mixed with the moonlight.

It was like in a dream.

Being alone with her, knowing no one's ever going to bother us.

"Nice place." I said as I leaned down, trying to get a kiss. She teased and gently shoved me off, then the smile faded from her face. She walked to the sofa, turned on some music and kicked her shoes off.

"There are some things at the back of my mind and I've ignored it for too long, but what's going on between you and Sky?" She asked. I have always imagined this scenario in my head and even practiced my response, but I came up blank.

"We're not together... do you trust me?"

"So you're not engaged?" She ignored my question. Her eyes were in wild anticipation for an answer that will satisfy her.

"We were." I lowered my gaze.

"Look at me, Diana."

My eyes moved back to her, my voice a little louder, "We were."

"And?"

"I won't do anything to hurt you. The rest is not my secret to tell for now. I hope you can give me some time. But I can go if you don't want me here. Do you want me to go?"

"You must be kidding. Of course I want you here. I want to be with you, I'm tired of this back and forth shit." Her voice was low and laced with frustration. She sighed heavily while leaning on the sofa with a soft plop, "I just can't believe you're here with me right now."

"Me too." I slowly approached her and knelt in front. I stared at those beautiful brown eyes. The purple and pink reflection from the windows filled her face as my hands cupped her delicate soft cheek.

"I think about you all the time and it drives me crazy to not see you even just for a day." I whispered.

Her lips pressed against mine, soft and deliciously full. I felt them part as our tongues met. I moaned into her open mouth and that seemed to encourage her further. After a few minutes we broke apart, gasping for air.

[Holy by King Princess starts playing]

"Don't break my heart." She stood and dragged me with her but I pulled her back in for another kiss as she tried her best to carefully lead the way.

"I would never."

At this point we couldn't see the path in between kisses, and I think we knocked over a few objects. One of them might've been a lamp right next to her sofa.

♫ 'Cause you're so beautiful

I'd rather drink you up ♪

"s**t—" Our bodies weaved the way as we passionately kissed. She started taking off her clothes and tossed them everywhere. We snaked our way from the living room to her dining area. She stood in front of the dining table as I admires the sight of her in a set of mismatched underwear. I gained my composure long enough then sent my hand up her spine, peeling her bra away, watching as it fell off, leaving her exposed, revealing her gorgeous breasts. I want nothing more than to explore them with my hands, then with my mouth...

"Why are you still wearing clothes?"

I slowly took my top and undergarments off then flung my bra onto the pile stacking in front. Franki was a captive audience in the entire process, smirking devilishly all throughout.

"You're the most beautiful—"

"Shut up." She cut me off and pulled me closer as my naked body crushed hers. Our bare breasts squeezed together while I let out an indecent moan at the sudden contact. She parted her lips and swiped her tongue against mine. One of my hands slid up from her hip, tracing a delicate pattern up her stomach and over her breast, where I tease over the bud of her hardened n****e with soft touches. My other hand slid up her back until it found its home at the base of her neck.

She shoved me off with a smile, breaking the intensity of our intimacy and faced me, slowly walking backwards. I smiled and followed her to the bedroom. We tripped over a few garments that I may have tossed earlier, but successfully continued our way through laughing, kissing and groping each other.

I gently pushed her down the bed then crawled on top of her until our heads were leveled and Franki was trapped underneath me. She then wrapped her legs around my waist to lock me in, but I spread them apart, leaving me plenty of space to work myself in between. Her thighs trembled, anticipating my touch.

I suddenly felt this familiar longing for her that had been gnawing at my core, and often it's only left to my imagination, but finally she was here with me, right where she belonged. There's something about the way she lay below me that took my breath away. Her lips are puffy from my kisses. Her hair spread around like a halo as her chest rose and fell heavily as she tried to catch her breath.

She's extremely delicate and light and too perfect for this world. I want her so bad.

My palm hovered over her heavy breasts that I'm just itching to touch. I immediately latched my lips onto a perky bud, causing her body to spasm forward, arching in pleasure.

"Holy—sh— Diana—"

"Hmm..." I moaned, sucking on it, alternating and imprinting red marks into the surrounding skin until she's shuddering. I quickly switched over to the other n****e, laving my tongue over a few times before fully immersing it in my mouth.

I then slid my right hand down her abs, feeling it tense in reflex, until I cup her soaked center. "Shhit..." She wasn't expecting such a quick transition. My fingers swirled her wet folds, feeling her sore c**t and sliding my palm down to knead at her soaking entrance. "Diana..." she softly begged, "f**k me,"

♫ Honey, on your knees when you look at me

I'm dressed like a f*****g queen

And you're begging, please ♪

Her breasts are now well covered with blooming hickeys and my kisses. I inched downward, kissing her thighs until I'm blowing hot puffs of breath onto her drenched core. Her thighs instinctively clamped around my head, which is something that I loved most. I loved when it became too much for women to where they almost suffocated me. Franki twitched in anticipation pleading and cursed under her breath.

♫ I rule with the velvet tongue

And my dress undone

And I'll get you lost but I'm having fun

Holy, holy, holy, yeah ♪

The pleasure is so good and she just couldn't control the profanities coming out of her mouth as my lips sucked rhythmically up and down her c**t. I alternated sucking with licking and flicking of my tongue, rubbing and slurping up and down the engorged flesh, that was aching, incessantly throbbing and so, so sensitive, so beautiful. It's puffy and now leaking tiny streams of her arousal.

She tasted so good.

Her fingers clutched at the covers of the bed as I continued to lick her, f*****g her with my tongue. I moaned, pressing my lips up against her sloppy folds, kissing it with obscene sounds that drove her crazy and close to her peak.

She's practically delirious now, twitching with each flick of my tongue that moved roughly at her entrance, slurping up her wetness, "You're so—fuuck, I'm coming," She clenched her thighs against my head, her legs began to shake as she got closer and closer. I gently left lingering kisses on her quivering thighs as she yelled my name like it's the only thing that she knew. A few moments later, she contorted in rapture and was pushed off the brink. She drowned in intense pleasure, releasing and coming all over me.

I stared at her and how beautiful the moment is, taking in every detail.

"I wanna taste you so bad." She pulled my hair and whispered in between heavy breaths.

I slowly climbed up her warm, naked body and leaned down for a kiss as she tasted herself. She grabbed my hips and flipped me.

Her eyes raked down my body, following my hips down to my thighs. I let out ragedy breaths as she easily slid her fingers inide me because f**k, I'm so goddamn wet and open, "I need more, please,"

I begged and she obediently gave me what I wanted. It's the desperation I'd shown that has her burying three fingers inside of me with growing roughness as my body charged ahead. It doesn't go unappreciated, I'm holding on to her like a life-preserver in the middle of a turbulent ocean. Her thumb slid purposefully over my swollen c**t, and in the next heartbeat I'm screaming her name loud enough that I can guarantee people from the next room can hear me.

She sped up, going deeper and curling her fingers inside me. I began rocking and thrusting myself into her. She went faster and harder, as I moaned with every shove, increasing in volume and excitement.

"Look at how f*****g wet you are. You're a mess." She whispered softly with a smirk.

Franki then made her way down me. This thrill tightened my chest as the kisses got closer and closer to my sweet spot and the closer they got the more impatient I was. The warm touch of her tongue grazed over me gently, drawing round shapes around my c**t, making sure to go over every sensitive area. Once she had an idea of what I liked, she started picking up the intensity. I let my hands go tight to the bed sheets and yanked at them helplessly while squeezing my thighs together against the sides of her head.

Fuck... I love feeling her inside me.

She then let go, moving away from my core, that made me whine in protest.

I was so close...

I leaned my head up to look at her and to see my own wetness coating the bottom of her chin and her lips. I should feel embarrassed at how wet I was, but all I could ever think of was how beautiful it looked smothered all over Franki.

She giggled, "Now come for me," Those were her last words as she pressed the tip of her tongue against my pulsing c**t. I let out a moan as I arched my back against the sheets. She traced my wetness back and forth against her tongue, making me whine eagerly, tangling my fingers into her head between my legs. She groaned softly in reaction to my response. She sucked against me, digging her short nails into my soft thighs within her grip that I know will definitely leave bruises. And I want that. I want all those bruises.

She now slid her fingers as I clung harder back to the sheets, thighs twitching in pleasure. I could feel myself nearing the end as my moans became nothing but small, short breaths. The fingers inside me did not halt their movement.

She's so f*****g good...

They somehow increased in speed and made me feel like I'm dying from pleasure alone, made me feel like I'm going to explode.

"F-Franki..." I could barely get the words out when suddenly the intense wave of o****m took over me. My thighs clenched and twitched around her arm that was between my legs. My back lifted from the bed in an impossible arch.

We both tried to regain breath as I felt fingers brush the hair that clung to my skin due to the sweat, tilting my head to see Franki who was smiling sweetly at me.

"Angel." I said under my breath as we shared a gentle kiss and she collapsed beside me.

"Can we stay like this for a while?" She asked.

"Of course, of course we can." She then found a comfortable spot for her head, nestled between my breasts while I stroked her messy hair and told her how wonderful she did.

We fell asleep then woke up, had another go and at one point she screamed, "f**k it's too much, I'm gonna come again," Then she let out gasping sobs as she let me f**k her into oblivion.

It was a long glorious night, something we'll never forget.

Last thing I remembered was a comfortable pause of silence, then we finally fell into a peaceful and satisfied slumber.

...

I woke up to the rain making a light, rhythmic, tapping sound against the windows. It gave a certain sense of peace inside me. Or I don't know... maybe it was waking up next to her without having to worry about anything but just curling up in bed.

I noticed a soft sensation tickling past my tummy. I squinted my eyes, lifted the blanket and was surprised to see a set of feline eyes staring at me.

"That's Cosima." She said, her lips close to my ear.

"You mean she was here the entire night?" I asked with a worrying voice.

"Yeah. She was."

"Oh... the things she's seen. I'm so sorry kitty..." I gently rubbed the back of the cat's head. Franki let out a small laugh.

"Good morning." She said as she moved to snuggle closer and we shared a soft kiss. Freckles filled a small part of her nose in the middle, her cheeks were rose red, her lips was soft, warm and felt so good against mine.

"I'll go make breakfast." She whispered in between kisses, her eyelids fluttering.

"I'll help, but let's stay in bed for now." I whined and dragged her back as she attempted to rise.

She gave in and rested her head on my shoulder, intertwined her hand with one of mine and slowly started playing with it.

We were silent for a while. Both awake and staring at another window in front of us, admiring the heavy rain quickly falling outside. There was no space between us, our legs were a tangled mess and I was enjoying her sweet and warm touch.

I caressed her head that was still resting on my shoulder. The moment was soft, cozy, pleasant, and I could feel her silently purring.

I wanted it to last forever.

We fell asleep a few times, made out, fell asleep again, cuddled, woke up and sometimes would even just stare at each other's eyes for a few minutes. We would fight to keep our eyes open, not wanting anything to end.

The feeling was unreal.

I took a deep breath as she got up and turned to face me. I spent a moment gazing at her and wondered how I managed to get so lucky. She traced my lips with the tips of her fingers, feeling my warm breaths against her hand. She leaned closer and sniffed my neck then caressed it with little kisses.

"Please don't go." The sound of Franki's raspy voice close to my ears is making my heart flutter.

"I'm not going anywhere." I smiled submissively and ran my fingers through her hair. She faintly blushed and tried to bury herself deeper into my chest.

"I want pancakes." She softly whispered.

"I want bacon." I replied. She chuckled and pulled me out of bed as we both got dressed. She lent me a black top with cut sleeves.

I whined and reluctantly got out of bed. We trudged along the pile of clothes on the floor as I saw one broken lamp shade, throw pillows everywhere, wrinkled carpet and the sofa in a weird angle.

"We had an intense night." I laughed and picked up the shards and pieces while she rummaged through her fridge. Then she fried bacon, eggs and attempted to make pancakes.

"Yes I can make pancakes. It's not that hard. One cup flour—what—defines a cup again?" She furrowed her brows while looking at a recipe from her phone. I can't imagine how this dork was just between my legs last night, making me scream my lungs out.

I stifled a laugh, "I'll do it."

I knew my way around the kitchen, and I looked at her as she flipped strips of bacon. I would love to cook for her any time of the day. I've never felt doing this after a long, intimate night with anyone.

I would usually sneak my way out and think of reasons not to call them back.

But right now I just wanted to be here and do all the things that used to throw me off.

We'd be so happy, so good together...

We both sat at the table, eating in silence as she occasionally commented on how good and fluffy the pancakes were. We would often have that moment where we just stared at each other both satisfied with the food and company.

"Will you be in Siargao?" She asked.

"Not to the party, no... I wasn't invited."

"Well, I'm inviting you." She raised her voice as if she was making a point.

"Haha—don't be silly. That party's exclusive and you can't have plus ones, you weren't invited with a guest."

"Well, you're not a guest. You're my wife."

My heart skipped a beat. Something about her sudden possessiveness was endearing.

"Still a guest... you gonna tell them we're married?" It was meant to be a senseless joke but she looked disappointed, leaned back in her chair and dropped whatever she was eating.

Sometimes I really need to keep my mouth shut but this is something new to me and I'm trying my best here. Give me a break.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I added, lifting and kissing the palm of her hands. She remained frozen, avoiding my gaze and looked like she was about to start a tantrum.

"Well, I could sneak you out of the party and we could go somewhere."

"Can't, I have a set and it's gonna be on for a few hours. I want you there." Her voice was low but she started playing with my hands.

"I'm gonna tell you something but promise me you won't freak out." I said as she immediately looked up with wide eyes.

"We have a house in Siargao, but... my mom and I are not on good terms that's why it never came up."

"I can't believe this..."

"I've been thinking it's time we talked, I somehow miss her. Then maybe we can meet after, is that okay?" My eyes pleaded, now squeezing her hand gently.

"Sorry about your mom... Um, I want you at the party. I want you there, inside the party. I want you with me." Suddenly it seemed like I wanted to do whatever she desired and I trembled at the mere sound of her voice. I used to feel so much power over her, what happened to me?

What happened, Diana?

"We'll find a way, okay? Hey... Franki?" I just wanted to please her. I moved my chair closer and started kissing her left cheek then her ear. I placed a finger on her chin, lifted her face up and softly kissed her lips. She didn't kiss me back.

She's gonna be the death of me.

"Baby," I kissed her slowly, but her eyes were still staring at the floor.

"Did you just call me, baby..." She slowly lifted her gaze, lips still pouting.

"I just did."

"Are you gonna be in Siargao? Even if you can't go to the party?" She asked.

"I'll go, for you." Then we shared a kiss and it seemed like there were a lot of unspoken guarantees. The last thing that we both want is someone knocking at the door and interrupting whatever we had at the moment.

"Franki?" A woman's voice sounded muffled over the door. "Franki are you here?"

We broke away and gazed at each other.

I could see exasperation in her eyes, screaming at how she was too familiar with that voice.

"Who's that?" I whispered.

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