"There's something different about this kiss. There is something that makes it more intimate. Not just merely arousing my sensuality, it gives me comfort and the feeling of security, not fear or doubt. He moves his kisses nicely to my neck with a gentle nibble. It tickles, and it makes me restrain a little, but not intending to let go; no, I can't. It feels so good it makes me restless, forcing me to open my mouth unawares as it lets out a soft aah.
"Do you like it?" He asked as his lips brushed my earlobe. "How does it feel?" Then he plays his tongue around my ear.
"Hmmm ... it feels heavenly."
"And that's what you are to me, Cloe, my heaven." At the same time, he continues kissing the soft spot behind my earlobe, sliding down to my nape. He stops when he whispers. "I've been yearning for this moment to come for years. The moment when I can call you my girl, not just my best friend. The moment that I can take care of you more than I have been. So, please don't let yourself forget this day, because I won't."
He is so adorable when he says it that I can't stop myself and give him the sweetest smack I know. I shake my head and say. "How can I forget the best day of my life?"
"But it will not be the only best day you'll have, because I promise you, we're going to make more best days together."
I smiled when he said that he promised because I know that he will never fail me. Today is one of the proofs that he always keeps his promise.
I bit his earlobe with one last hug, intending to hurt him a bit and push him before I swam away and made a silly face, teasing him and yelling. "Catch me!!"
Acting startled and angry, he growled loudly like how Bruce Banner transforms and becomes Hulk and swam after me.
Laughing with my exaggerated, shrill, playful, and excited voice. Causing hubbub in this serene resort until the deadest part of the wee hour.
It's almost three in the morning when we found ourselves standing at the front door of my house, waiting for Mom to open it. She unlocked the door, expressing her worried yet relieved reaction, and hugged me. "Oh, thank God, you're here. I'm worried sick about you. I haven't slept."
"Mom, I'm sorry if I made you worry. By the way, I'm with Zig."
He takes her hand and bows down, putting the hind of her hand to his forehead as a sign of respect and asking for a blessing. Based on our tradition.
"Blessed you, kid. Come over here. I missed you. Where have you been? I've heard you already got a girlfriend". Hugged him with a slight pat on his shoulder.
He chuckled. "Yes, Tita, did you mean about Betina? We broke up, but I have a new girlfriend now; it's..."
He flinched after I elbowed him in his abdomen to make him stop blabbing about our present relationship.
"Definitely, you're a handsome kid. Am I sure you're never running out of girls? But let's not stay here. It's still so dark outside and cold. Come get inside and change your clothing."
While I roll out my eyes at Ziggy's teasing grin, I'm, however, glad that Mom didn't suspect anything. I'm not sure how she might react if she knew that I've changed my boyfriend in less than an hour."
Mom wraps me in her arms as we saunter inside. "How are you, darling? I know it's not easy knowing your boyfriend is cheating on you. I understand what you did. Always remember that Mom's always here; talk to me, okay?"
I nodded.
Ziggy put his arms around my mother's shoulder. "Don't worry, Tita; I'll take care of your little girl here."
Her face lightened as it beamed. "Thank you, Zig. I know I can always depend on you. You've been taking care of her since before. She's fortunate to have you."
It's really heart-melting watching Zig assure my happiness to my mom. Yes, I'm such a lucky girl.
Mom leaves us alone, and before she goes, she suggests letting Ziggy sleep in the house since it's still dark and not safe to walk alone outside. She actually meant to let Ziggy sleep in the sala. But what I'm thinking is...
"Come on, let's go upstairs," tugging him towards my bedroom.
"Wait, wait... I didn't think your mom meant for me to sleep in your room, did she?"
"Sssh..." I hushed him off together with my mischievous grin.
He shook his head with a broad smile and came along.
Meanwhile, in my bedroom.
"What are you doing?" Ziggy, sitting on my bed.
"I'm looking for that jersey basketball uniform you gave me last year. So you can change?" rummaging my closet.
"That's not what I mean; I mean, why did you bring me here to your room?"
"Why? What's wrong with bringing you inside my room? You've been here countless times."
"Yeah, but that's a different situation. I'm not here to play video games with you all night."
"Why? What do you think you're here for?" Acting confused, but I'm actually just teasing him.
He's speechless, shaking his head, and gets his pair of jersey basketball uniforms that I kept and sometimes wore during his games. He takes off his polo shirt and slacks to change into the jersey in no time. Whilst I'm avoiding the sight.
Afterward, I get my things and change my clothes inside the bathroom. I go out wearing a pair of cotton nighties, a sleeveless shirt, and shorts. Of course, by the way, braless since it's not healthy to wear a bra in bed.
Found him tagging my comforter out of my bed. "Hey! What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, but can I borrow your comforter? I will lay it on the floor".
"Why? You're not going to sleep on my bed?"
"Nope, I'm fine on the floor."
"Okay, whatever," I smirk, feigning irritation.
"Hey, what's with the face?" He finally noticed it.
"Nothing, goodnight." lying on my bed, tugging my blanket and covering myself, my back on him.
Eventually, a somewhat husky voice whispers in my ear. "Hey, beautiful."
I turn around slowly to face him with a delightful and uneasy smile. "You're in my bed."
"Do you want me to sleep here?"
And I nodded.
"Okay, now you can sleep on the floor." Tugging my blanket away from me.
My eyes widened, and I punched his strong biceps.
He winced, then smiled. "Ouch! I'm just kidding!" He pulled me and enveloped me in his arms and thighs. You want to hurt me, huh?" And tickles my tummy with his light prods.
Twitching as I shriek and laugh uncontrollably yet restrainedly. Making sure Mom won't hear us from her room.
"Stop, please stop. I promised, no more punching."
"Are you sure?" Biting my shoulder. Causing more tickles.
"Sure," I repeated.
When I could feel him loosen me up and found a chance to pay him back, I tickled him to death until he let out a large guffaw. Immediately, I covered his mouth, scared to be noticed by Mom. But he can't just let it slide this time and let me win. He rolled me over until he was above me. We suddenly stopped, realizing our position. We both flustered, staring at each other with narrowed eyes. Turned on by our position and each other's meaningful look. He slowly moves his lips down to mine.
This time his kiss is gentle, slow, and precise, not any more hungry and hot-blooded. I can since he wants me to feel the sweetness of the moment. Then l felt a hump, his manhood getting firmer when it's pressed between our bodies. He starts nibbling my lips, gently brushing it down to my chin, slightly licking my jawbone towards my ear. While lightly biting and kissing my earlobe, he whispers. "You know how much I really love doing this. I love you so much. This will be a dream come true, but I respected you, and I respected your mom, and I promised her to take care of you. As much as I wanted this and yet control myself, the more that you can proudly say that I truly love you."
Am I supposed to feel disappointed that I'm expecting too much for this day to be so special and even willing to make it more special by losing my virginity for the only man that I truly loved? Yet he's right, and knowing the happiness I just felt because he makes me feel exceptional. I just realized that I know less what real love truly is, and he showed me that it's not just physical but definitely respect. We spent the rest of the night snuggling.