[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]

How could I resist? How could I not miss him? And how could I not yearn for him? My heart pounded, although not fast, I could hear it thumping in my ears. His faint warmth set my body ablaze, igniting my heart with a burning desire and highlighting my needs.

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I wanted to feel his weight over me, with sweat dripping onto me, as he stared at me just as intense as how he goes further in me. I'm thinking too far ahead of me while our tongue and lips danced in the same rhythm. How silly.

Sam hissed as he reluctantly drew away. "This won't do." He clicked his tongue, annoyed as he held my shoulders. Sam slowly pushed me back until I sat upright, rendering me confused.

This won't do, what? That was what I'd like to ask him, but I could only stare at him in confusion. Sam ran his fingers through his hair as his eyes fell on me, glinting.

"Oh?" he intoned, "shall we take this to bed?" the corner of his lips hooked up into a bewitching smirk, handing his hand for me to grasp.

I bit my lower lip, staring at his hand. I felt like he was purposely testing my patience, or just wanted to see just how eager I was for him and how I yearned for him. I gulped, mentally shaking my head. I shouldn't think about this.

With a large exhale, I took his hand and raised my determined gaze. "Yes," I answered with a subtle smile before he guided me towards the bed. I couldn't hide that this felt a little awkward and embarrassing.

Normally, Sam and I just do things naturally, but now it felt different. He had a different plan, and whatever that plan was, it sent this unfamiliar tingling sensation throughout my body. I was unconsciously anticipating it.

"Stop there," he said just when I was about to sit on the edge, "just stand." I flinched and my shoulder stiffened when his hot breaths caressed my ears from behind.

Sam stood behind me while I faced the bed. "My wife," he whispered, his hands traced my shoulders carefully going down to my elbow and arms. "I can't let my guard down with you, can I? I won't let you sleep tonight."

His tone was deep and coarse. I shuddered as the aura behind me felt more intimidating than before. Time suddenly paused for a second when I felt his nose grazed my nape, his faint breaths claiming whatever it touched.

"You…" I tried to speak but ended up stammering. So I swallowed down the little saliva left in me to hydrate my parched throat.

"... want to do it while standing?" I finally succeeded to speak, albeit it sounded meek and tiny.

I heard his low chuckle. "Is there a problem with that?" he asked, brushing my hair over the other side of my shoulder and then rested his chin on the other. "Don't you like it?" he whispered, almost sounded like a tease.

"I do." I gazed down, biting my lower lip as my cheek felt hot. Perhaps it was because I couldn't see him I felt sensitive to his every touch. My breath hitched and my back stiffened as soon as his lips kissed my neck lightly.

Again, he chuckled. "My wife, I told you to talk nonstop if you want to keep me sane."

"Oh, right…" I answered thoughtlessly, forcing another wave of low chuckles from him. Sam wrapped his arms around my small waist, pulling me back as he trailed kisses on my shoulder and neck.

"So?" he asked, hinting me to keep talking.

"So…" I cleared my throat, shaking my head, and thought of something to think while he nibbled my neck. But I ended up grinding my teeth, tilting my head as it tickled.

'I can't think, love," I said internally, biting my lip as I resisted laughing. "It tickles!" that was true, also how was I supposed to keep my thoughts straight if he was doing all this to me? I tried to protest but suddenly froze when he suddenly cupped my breast.

"Do you hate it?" he asked, and I frowned. Of course, I didn't! But it tickles, and it frustrated me even more because his action just burned my patience. "Let's take it slow, shall we? I'm not patient as well, but this is our first, is it not?"

I pursed my lips and nodded. This was our first as husband and wife. I wondered if he would take me to hell or heaven?

'Don't tease too much!' I complained internally since my tongue kept rolling back. 'How frustrating.' I clicked my tongue, annoyed, which made him chuckle as well.

"Mhm," he hummed playfully. His other hand lifted my skirt and slipped under it, squeezing my thigh while planting soft and deep kisses on my neck.

My breathing grew heavy as my mouth fell open, stretching my neck for better access. "Sam." I breathed out. My hands itched to hold on to something as his hand underneath my nightgown groped my tummy. It slowly made it down, and I held my breath, my knees trembling while the heart of my femininity awaiting his arrival. But it stopped just before reaching my slit.

"Ugh!" I groaned in frustration and heard him chuckle on my shoulder. I wanted to turn around, but he held me still and said, "Patience is a virtue, my wife."

"I don't want to be virtuous!" I slipped up, and I immediately bit my tongue and frowned. "This is torture, so much for a first night," I added in a mumble.

"Hush now, forgive your husband for playing too much." He chuckled as he freed me from his grip. I was about to turn around and I heard a ripping sound and my nightgown before it fell on my feet. The soft blow of the wind coming from the window immediately welcomed my back. I shuddered.

Sam walked around and plopped down on the edge of the bed. His palm on the mattress, tilting his head to the side as he stared at me, who stood in between his spread knees.

"What a lovely sight to behold," he commented, pleased. His eyes glossed over me from head to toe, and he licked his lower lip. "Where should I start?"