Between Lovers

Note:

The contents of this story are all fiction by its author. Whatever the similarity of the words used and the names of people, animals, places and events is only coincidental and unintentional.

Readers must be 18 years of age or older only. There are words used that are unusual, sensitive and inappropriate for minors.

Sophia's POV

I was dressed in white, embroidered with flowers, my long and sensual body, a wedding dress. I was wearing light make-up and my lipstick was red which accentuated my beauty. I curled my long, straight, blonde hair and left it loose. Today is my wedding day with Dale and this is also the first time I have seen him in person.

My parents' faces were happy and there was no denying the smile on their lips. I smiled back at them and it seemed to go through their hearts. I hugged them tightly as if we could not be separated. Daddy kissed my forehead covered with a veil.

We are in the church now, I am standing in front of the door. Both sides got big vases with bouquets of white roses. I'm amazed because they were my favorite flowers.

I smiled at those I saw.

Guests were inside waiting for my march.

I looked around to see the beauty of the decorations inside. I appreciated the things used in it. The church pew decorations are also white roses which met my dream wedding.

Yes, it's my dream to have the wedding decorations, now with the man, I don't even know.

I can't stop thinking about my situation now. But I have to do it, I love my family. The decision is final.

My in-laws are also outside, we are both waiting for my groom. I want to ask why I came first, not him?

My father-in-law must have noticed my reaction that my eyes were searching for their child.

"He's coming, Hija, don't worry you'll see him."

My cheeks blushed because of what my father-in-law said. Is it obvious that I am looking for and eager to find the man I can marry?

I bowed because I was embarrassed. I felt my cheeks turn red. I just looked at the bouquet of white roses I was holding.

I sighed a breath in the air.

Fifteen minutes later a sports car arrived. We were all staring at the brown “Porsche” car brand.

The door opened and out came a young man wearing shades over his eyes and wearing a black suit. He looks so hot and intimidating. My lips parted because of the creature walking toward my in-laws. I saw him in the picture during the family dinner at home but he was more handsome personally.

He seemed in slow motion as he looked at me, and I could not see his eyes because of his shades. He removed his shades and exposed his pale eyes. Our eyes met and I was stunned. I don't know what to do but I kept calm not to notice that I'm starting to become anxious.

I smiled slightly to distract myself because of my attraction to him. My heart beats so fast that I can only hear alone. I felt a strange tickle in the depths of my heart at his gesture of looking at me. I almost stop my breath while staring at him back.

I saw the smile on the side of his lips.

He immediately regained consciousness because his parents talked to him. They walked forward and passed me where I was standing. To my eyes is his broad shoulder.

The church door opened immediately and they began to march. I can only see their backs moving in front of the church. They are nice to see, especially in their best suits. Why is it so good?

The visitors were noisy especially with the maidens seeing him. Is he such an attractive person? He slowly moved forward with his parents in front. After they reached the front his parents left him.

He was facing us and I could see his stance. I bent down and bit my lower lip.

I know I couldn't meet his eyes on me.

If I do, I might drop on the white marble floor.

Suddenly I heard the music that signaled for me to step forward. As I walked slowly, I stared at his face, down his body, and up and down again. I looked at him straight while marching forward. I couldn't remove my eyes from him.

I seemed interested in the way I was staring at him. I felt my cheeks blush for the reason that I knew he was looking at me too. I swallowed as if something was blocking my throat. There was no expression on his face looking at me, a simple smile I let out, but it was just nothing to him.

I almost didn't want to breathe when he reached for my hand, it gently landed on top of my palm. I felt electricity creep through my whole being as we applied our hands. It's only now that I feel like this, I've met a lot of men but it's weird with him. I slowly let out a sigh of relief because of the nervousness I felt.

The only thing I understood was what the Minister told us, only his question brought me back to my senses.

"Dale Kevin, do you accept Sophia Ashley, as your wife?"

I carefully listened to this man’s answer front of me while looking at him. I was curious about his answer. He blankly glanced at me first and smirked.

"Yes, I do."

When I heard that I trembled suddenly.

I bit my lower lip.

What is this feeling?

But I care, I felt like flesh was running inside my stomach, probably out of joy. Because of the thrill, I immediately answered.

"Yes, I do."

“You may now kiss the bride," said the Minister.

My eyes wide opened. A kiss?

Will my first kiss be him?

I'm in that state of mind when our lips meet but only for a moment. I was hung up, his lips were soft as if they were delicious to suck.

Yes, it is, he was my first kiss!

I was embarrassed. I don't want to look at him but he is not ashamed of me. I want to get angry but no words are coming out of my mouth.

After our wedding ceremony, we headed to the reception, at the Del Prada mansion. Many activities were performed and everyone in attendance was happy. After the meal, the celebration continued. We circled to thank the incoming guests.

I was already feeling tired and I wanted to rest. I asked permission to leave. I said goodbye to my parents, as well as my husband and my in-laws. I had already climbed into my room.

My bedroom is on the second floor so I will go up the stairs. When I arrived, I immediately took a bath because I was feeling so hot. I wore nighties because I was more comfortable wearing them. I used to wear it back then.

My forehead furrowed when I saw my totality in the mirror, I wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see my standing chest as well as my pinkish nipples. The lingerie I chose to wear was see-through. My undies are visible as well.

I came out of the bathroom and went to my bed. I was standing when my bedroom door suddenly opened, it was too late when I remembered I hadn’t locked it. I don’t know what I will do if I cover my body or turn away? Too late for me to do this because Dale had finally entered.

His eyes widened as he looked at me. Staring at my body then his eyes were replaced by a sticky look. I moved back to avoid the bed when Dale suddenly approached me. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to his body.

I was nervous and I placed my palms on his wide and hard chest to push him but it was not working. I looked up and those eyes were so naughty. We were only a handful away from each other. He is drunk and I smell the mixture of wine and perfume and it's good for my sense of smell.

My eyes traveled to his face. Oh my goodness my husband is so handsome. He closes his face on me and I smell his breath. His lips are reddish and tempting to kiss.

I closed my eyes as he kissed my lips.

He sucked my lips then inserted his tongue. His kiss was delicious and dizzying. The feeling is not popular with me.

I couldn't breathe, I was out of air.

I suddenly moved my mouth away from him to inhale the air. When I recovered he pulled me closer to him and kissed me violently. As if my lips were tearing because he was sucking on them.

I didn’t know what he was doing but it was delicious and hot until I followed how he did it. He inserted his tongue and freely explored the corner of my mouth. Chasing our breath our lips temporarily parted.