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“Welcome Mr. & Mrs. Reynolds” A banner greets the couple as they enter the new house which gives them smiles on their faces. Bob’s dragging the hardshell suitcase like it wronged him in another life, his arms sore, but she’s right there, linked to him like a promise. Your white gloves catch the light—elegant, effortless—and he thinks, why didn’t I notice this softness before? He would’ve bought her a hundred pairs. “So what do you think, sweetheart?”

“It is perfect, just like you” You winked, which was a good thing, making her not see those golden rings glow on his eyes for a second.

The Reynolds just came into the town and it spread that fast in the neighborhood and they were welcomed sweetly by everyone like it was a dream community to be in with. You smiled as you took the tray of freshly baked brownies that was made only for the both of you by your lovely neighbor who refused to enter the house.

“Can you believe it? It’s the fifth food we got today. These foods can feed us well for a week.” Fixing your swing dress before sitting in front of your husband who is already complaining how full he is. He reaches for your hand and rubs his thumb to make you check on him. “No, I’m fine. I am just this happy thinking we are together and even married. Can’t you believe that?”

Two weeks long before he go back to his job but you wanted to enjoy your new house instead of going out for a honeymoon. Bob is the sweetest thing you could have and wishes nothing more- going back from groceries with flowers just to greet you 2 days after being married, morning compliment on how pretty you look, even your tangled hair is covering your face, and many things makes him the best choice you made in your life.

You felt a pair of hands in your waist and a chin placed in your shoulders while stirring the soup for dinner. “A puppy’s here” as you refer to him being needy with your attention. “I just miss you, I haven’t seen you for like uhm 20 minutes?” chuckling in him before assuring him that you are not going anywhere. “Yes, of course, not going anywhere”

After dinner, Bob insists you help him with the dishes as he doesn't want you to exceed energy for the rest of the night, like maybe save for later which made you think of something else he could pertain. After finishing the dishes, He found you in the living room reading a book, “What you reading?” You showed him the book, “some random book by uhm Carey Van Dyke? Just to kill time while waiting for my husband to finish his favorite hobby I guess.” He hops on the couch to attack with tickles everywhere. You screamed for help and he just continued making you suffer happily by his hands. 

“Is that how you thank your husband huh?”

“Bob! Stop! Hey! Nooo” 

He is now catching his breath but he does not know if it was because exceeding energy just tickles you or because he got on top of you by accident. You were just laughing there and recovering from his tickles when you saw his both arms beside you that made you realize those are supporting his body being on top of you, your eyes met his which immediately looked for something to look out. You place your hand on his cheek to guide him look at you. Both of you were too overwhelmed by the idea that you just got married and living together till the rest of your life like how both of you dream that you didn't think it will really happen but because of it you both missed the great part which was consummate your marriage.

He finally opened his mouth, “I just realize how happy and busy we are moving to this house and- but we actually haven’t done it. Oh shit- this supposed to be romantic or maybe perfe-” his lips were shut again but by yours. “It doesn’t need to be perfect, We just need to be us. I am ready for anything you could give the moment I said I do.” Bob was looking straight to your eyes as both of your breaths were syncing. 

His jaw ticked, like he was holding back words with teeth like does want to do it but too afraid to do something wrong, worse is to hurt you. A nod from you was enough to assure him not to worry to. You close your eyes as he slowly leans to you making his lips meet yours which you gladly accept. It went slow at first as he was checking if you were comfortable when his lips danced on yours, but you know he was just holding back. “Show me, Show to me what you really want.” You said in between the kisses enough to trigger something inside him. Hands on your wrist were tight enough for you to feel his desperation but not much to hurt you. 

As his kisses on you deepens it, shortening your breath, he makes his way to your neck with his tongue sliding to it. He doesn’t want to make you feel embarrassed but badly wants to mark you as his, for you to brag to others, the marks left were light enough to fade for some few days yet satisfies for him to see. Bob would love to take it slow and cherish every moment you both have. You can feel how bad he is making everything perfectly romantic, From how soft his hand as it caresses your shoulder down to your waist to how slowly he is reaching out the zipper in the side of your dress to undo it. It was also a queue for you to unbuckle his belt, even though you haven’t got into the buttons of his pants, you can hear him cursing as your hand accidentally touches his lower abdomen but his lips are still in the back of your neck. 

Both of you were one step away from being undressed completely when Bob stopped. “No, sweetie, not here.” Not in the living room with the curtains wide open. Bob carried you effortlessly without leaving his lips from yours. He made his way to the bed where he carefully placed you in the bed. While catching his breath, “I just want to let you know how happy I am being you, being chosen by you. We finally can live the life you dream about.” and you nodded as agreeing to him before colliding your lips with his again. You can’t help but open your mouth in surprise of his hand exploring under your dress and reaching your nipples. His name whispers from your lips were like a music he would love to listen to forever especially with whimpers right after it caused by his hand massaging your breast. 

Bob can rip your dress in just a second but he saves his aggression for later. He made you feel comfortable as slowly removed that swing dress he liked the most but on the other hand you were being impatient as you badly wanted to remove every piece of clothes he was wearing. The warmth and smell of his bare skin was addictive, You can’t help but to explore every inch of it wanting to know what are the spots sensitive the most. 

The blanket was the only thing covering both of you but nothing in between. His thing was already poking your thigh and he did a great job with the foreplay for you to make it wet enough. Bob paused a second to look at you. 

“Can I?”

“Bob, We are married, of course you can”

“Fuck, Don’t tell me that”

“Why not?”

“I tend to be excited and am afraid I might not be able to control it and eventually hurt you.” You held his face and made him look at you again. “Everything’s alright, Don’t worry.”

He wished he could make it as a portrait and keep in him forever the beauty of how you react when he fills you up. Hands were shaking in your waist while the other one was in the side of your head supporting him. Your name and describing how tight it is was the thing he kept chanting when he started moving. You couldn’t think of anything else but how good your husband is in you-  This is what marriage feels like, you thought to yourself. He buries his head in your neck while never stopping in thrusting into you just to hide his eyes that could glow every time you squeeze. “You- Mrs. Reynolds, is going to be the death of me” Bob whispers in between whimpers. 

Every great story has a climax so does this night, Bob can feel something building up inside him yet he waits for you. He wanted to come together with you. “I am n-near, sweetheart.” You didn’t respond as you were focused on the thrusts you received. You couldn’t help but to dig your nails in his shoulder and hold yourself not to scream out his name as you can now also feel something forming inside you. “mmm Bob.. I am..” It was all the signal he needed. Bob moved like something unhinged—in, out, fast, deep, like the need had teeth. Every thrust felt like it came from somewhere darker, something buried. Too hard, too desperate—he almost wondered if it was really him moving like that, or if the Sentry inside had taken the wheel and decided: we don’t do softness tonight.

Bob would love to take you in every way he knows but with help of added power in him last night you could only make it till the third round, yet made you feel sore in the morning, with no regrets. “Oh you’re awake. Good morning, You fine, sweetie?” He asked you with an apron on, looking like he was preparing a big meal for breakfast. “Just a little sore, someone decided to go hard after the first round last night.” He wanted to apologize for an hour long but you stopped him before he could do so. “I am just kidding you, Bob”

“Sorry, just really carried away- I made you breakfast tho.”

You married the softest man ever. He never misses checking on you, kisses every minute as possible, and assuring you of everything, You couldn’t think of anything else. Contentment is something you wanted ever since and Bob was your endgame. Same time, You were the opposite—always curious, always pushing the edge just to see how he’d react like telling him like how good he smell with the perfume of his choice, whispering how you’d love to see him under you, head thrown back, hands gripping sheets, while you ride him like you’ve got all the time in the world. and many things that would react instantly even if he hides it you can still know what it causes him- the way his ears flushed, the red creeping up his neck, the stutter in his breath, the shift in his stance.

Before the sun’s down, Both of you got prepared since the lead of the home owners invited you to come over for dinner with some new couples in the community. You were in your poodle skirt with the color matches with Bob’s knitted vest. He made sure he would open his Chevrolet’s door for you and even buckle your seatbelt before making his way to the other side of the car. As you arrive, the homeowner’s wife, ages around 50s, welcomes both of you before taking the bottle of wine you bought for them. “What a lovely young couple.” 

She guides both of you to the dining room. All of the food was prepared like there was a feast for royalties about to happen. You knew there will be some couples joining but you never thought it would be someone unexpected. “Oh they’re here. Sorry what is your name again, dear?”

“This is my husband, John Walker and my name is Ava Sta- Ava Walker.”

“Are you okay, sweetie?” You are not. “Yes, I am. The food- yes the food was so delicious that I couldn't stop thinking how did you cook this one.” You said to the wife that made her chuckle. 

“Oh- Silly you, I can list down how I made it for you.” You remain silent despite Walkers being around you.

The lead of the homeowners has contributed most of the conversation until the topic went to the both of you,“So uhm Reynolds, right? How did the two of you meet?” John asked who is trying to show interest in the food. 

“We were part of this group, thunder-” You almost got carried away, luckily you pause for a minute before looking at your husband, “I believe it would be best if my husband tells us about that. Can you, sweetie?” He nodded,”It may sound cliche, but we bump into each other during our trip in Niagara Falls. It helped her with her paper that scattered on the floor then- then our hands touched.” while he continued telling them how you both met each other to how you got married, You excused yourself to the bathroom and locked the door.

“They have found us.”  That was the thing running in your mind the moment you saw ‘Walkers’ walks in. You shall prepare yourself for what is coming next.

Continue Reading: Part 2