Chapter 6 | Range of Present Limit
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This present was the most at peace I have ever been after that woe in my life. Rhys had something that could soothe my anxiety and fears. I gazed at him, my man.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Are you seducing me?" He excitedly teased. His Cheshire cat-like grin was somewhat annoying.
Rhys became worried in an instant. "Sorry, Sola. I'm just teasing you." I could not follow him. I hadn't replied yet. "Your expression suddenly became blank."
"Are you a mind reader? I haven't voiced out a word. You're speaking as if you're answering my thoughts."
"That's the power of love." He said dramatically with a wink. How vexing. "Seriously, it's because I know you well and I have a high IQ more so a high EQ."
Did you need to brag at every opportunity?
"Of course, Sola. I'm free when I'm with you. I can act and say anything to you without minding what will you think of me. I can totally be open to you if I want."
There was a lull after his statement. I was digesting his words. He seemed reflecting too.
"Wait, Sola. I may come too straightforward to you with your condition. I'll confirm now. Will it be alright for me to continue being completely bare to you? Will it be bothersome?"
I contemplated briefly. "No. I can handle you. You're mine. I want you to remain to be yourself with me. I want to be someone who knows you the best always."
He sighed in relief. He behaved more relaxed too. I noticed that he held his breath in suspense while waiting for me to finish answering him.
He smiled like he had all the happiness of the world. It made me affected. I was satisfied that I made him delighted.
In his excitement, he brought me to him. He pulled me over on top of him. This was weird. He could feel all of my weight but Rhys appeared nonchalant to it. I knew I'm heavy. My weight was 47 kilograms quite average for my height, 5 feet and 5 inches.
My whole body was resting on him. My breasts especially were pressing on his midriff. It was comfortable laying on him. His lean muscles were firm yet supple.
I placed my head on his chest. I could hear his frantic heartbeat. So he was really not casual as he looked.
I moved my arms and put my hands across his shoulders. I pushed up to face level him. His eyes were closed. "Rhys."
The light passed through as he was opening his eyelids. His eyes flickered lustrously showing his alluring grey orbs. I was vividly reflected on them.
His expression was masked. I was confused. Why was his mood suddenly changed?
"Sola, this is our first night together after our separation. This is our first night being lovers too. I want to make you come.
I promise we will not go all the way. I want our first time to be special. Though I cannot promise I can wait until our marriage. What do you think?"
I blanked out. "You..." I was speechless. How should I reply to this kind of question?
"Can I make you come tonight? Can we have our first time together before marriage? Give me consent, Sola."
I had never been curious about sex. Close physical contact was natural for us. We had never been awkward with each other growing up. We noticed our bodies differences but that was it. We admired and wondered about the others' bodies.
After the five years of separation, there should be some tense feeling. Nonetheless, it seemed that we both didn't feel any self-consciousness. Since childhood, we subconsciously knew that we are one. He was mine and I was his, it was the same with our bodies.
I agreed with Rhys though. This is our first night being formally together as a couple. We can do this like a remembrance of sorts. "Okay. You can. We can."
Rhys lightened up with my reply. He held my face under my right ear. "Stick out your tongue, Sola." I followed.
He teased my tongue with his own outside our mouths. I gripped his shoulders. I need something to hold on to. I felt like drowning with this foreign feeling.
Our bodies were rubbing on each other. Rhys seemed more aroused. He kissed me fiercer, closing our mouths as his tongue played with mine.
I felt shivers all over my being. I was overwhelmed. Nonetheless, I was pleased with the extreme pressure. He let go.
We both gasped as we took in the air. As soon as I can get the minimal breathe I need, Rhys kissed me again torridly. I moaned.
After moaning once, it was not embarrassing for the subsequent sounds I made. It made Rhys voracious.
His hands were traversing my body. From my chin to my shoulders, he touched my back to my bottom. He flipped us to switch our positions without breaking our kiss.
He made sure that he was not crushing me. His mild mass weighing on me turned me on more. It somehow comforted me that I could actually sense his physical presence.
"I love you, Sola." Rhys pecked my forehead tenderly. "I love you so much." He then kissed my eyes, nose, and cheeks.
I loved the gentle tender voice that he only used to me. More than our rough kisses, his breathy confessions made me feel full. His affectionate whispers and quick kisses to my face felt so warm.
Rhys mildly bite my ear and licked it. I whimpered. He trailed kisses from my side neck to my shoulder. He stayed there for a while, sucking and savouring my skin.
"What are you doing, Rhys?" I asked with difficulty because of my panting.
He gently caressed the part of my shoulders he focused on. "Marking you. Symbolizing us being together. A reminder of our current limitations."
"A Hickey?"
"Yes. There's one now on here." His eyes twinkled with pride and adoration.
Knowing Rhys imprinted me felt a unique sense of belonging. "Me too. I'm going to mark you too."
Rhys was grinning. "My pleasure, Sola." He pecked me on the lips.