The v!rg!nwidow Episode 12 to 14

12 to 14
😵THE v!rg!nWIDOW.😱
{The fire that never quenched}
Stefan’s P.O.V.
I didn’t sleep well last night and I’d bet that Astera didn’t too. Last night had been an eye opener.
I called myself every bad name in the book for allowing anger to get the best of me three years ago. I’ve always had a terrible temper but it’s the first time it’s affecting me so horribly.
I would have saved us a lot of heart ache if I had asked Astera what happened. I should have given her the benefit of the doubt.
I made breakfast and Astera got up much later but just in time to eat.
I feel guilty for being so happy that she is still unt©uçhed. The truth is that I’ve spent a good portion of nights over the years in the past wondering how she’s doing.
Is Daniel having S-x with her now? Does she ever think of me whenever she’s in her husband’s arms? Is she pregnant with his child?
These questions have plagued me for years.
I’m getting my woman back, I vowed to myself. It might take time….a hell lot of time, but Astera has always been mine and will continue to be.
I just nee-d to convince her that not all marriages are a ticket to hell. I nee-d to convince her that not all men are trying to overthrown Satan from his domain.
In the next months that followed, I courted my Astera again.
I didn’t try to be who I’m not, I didn’t to be a perfect gentleman because Astera knows me so well.
I just showed her a p@rt of me I’m hidden for a long time. The p@rt of me that loves this woman so much.
I s£nt her flowers as much as I could, knowing how much she loves them. We went out as much as we could, everywhere we can.
These past few months have been the best in my life. Astera seems to be getting over the horrors of her marriage.
It’s like the way she is before her marriage three years ago. Little things make her happy. Her self-confidence has taken a lot of boost.
She have started to dress quite as nicely as before her marriage and I don’t hide the way I look at her anymore. With blatant interest.
That drives home the fact that her ex-husband was just a sick faggot and his soul would probably not be resting in peace.
It’s like a new relationsh!pall over again, the only difference is that we know each other so damn much.
👉Astera’s P.O.V.👈
I wish the rest of my life will be like the past four months.
I ba-rely remember Daniel, and why would I? When Stefan haunts my every waking moment and in a good way too.
The way he looks at me makes my b©dy h0t and my blood to sing. Most days we spent together and every night we spend alone. The nights are the longest.
I want to feel Stefan’s hands on me. I want be with him in pas-sion and intimacy. I am twenty four years old and it’s past overdue too.
I wish to be inti-mate with him tonight, and that’s one of the reason I’m happy about today.
The town people st©pped paying me attention a long time ago, moving on to newer gists and trending gossips. People return my greetings when I pas-s and even smile at me so nicely.
My life couldn’t be any better. Except everyday, I remember the look on Donovan’s face when he c@m£ to plead that he wants to talk to me.
As the anger and pain in my heart recedes, I start feeling pity for the man because he lost someone too. Someone very dear to him.
Daniel and Donovan practically lived and breathed each other. Even before Daniel dragged me to hell by marrying me.
I pu-ll-ed myself out of thoughts and smiled wi-dely as I made my way outside of my house to go shopping. It’s weekend.
I’ve gotten a job months ago as a secretary in a small business firm and the job suits me well. The owner of the firm is a kind sixty-something year old woman and the job has been good.
Stefan and I has a d@t£ again today, but it’s an indoor d@t£ and it’s my house this time around. I love indoor d@t£s because I get to cook the best food for him.
There’s this clothes he’d admired in the b©dy of a cloth-dommy the last time we drove past a cloth sto-re.
If I was still married to Daniel, I wouldn’t dream of wearing such casual normal dress because he’ll mock my curves and make me feel ugly.
But not Stefan. Never Stefan.
“I’ll take that dress, plea-se.” I said to the sto-re clerk.
The woman beamed at me as she handed the wra-pped dress over to me. “You’ll look good on it. Your b©yfri£ndwon’t be able to take his eyes off you.” The woman said.
My cheeks heated as I thanked the woman and paid her.
When I got home, I did everything I had to do around the house with smile on my face. I even turned on music at some point.
Although it’s not as loud as I used to like it but it’s better too. I’m determined to get my life back…everything that Daniel stole from me.
In the evening, my door bell rang and I rushed to open the door. I’ve alre-ady prepared everything and I’m all dressed up.
Stefan stared at me so blatantly. “You love ravishing in that dress. Jesus, Astera, have mercy will you?” He gro-an ed as he entered the house.
I giggled like a girl as he drew me into his arms and took myl-ips in a k!ss. My life can’t get any better, I thought.
Astera’s P.o.V.
Dinner was so beautiful and we ate in comfortable silence. It feels so good, sitting down with Stefan in a comfortable silence.
After dinner, we pla-yed cards and watched television. The next p@rt that follows is always the p@rt where we say goodnight to each0ther and call it a night.
But not today. I know Stefan don’t want to pressure me into anything and that’s why I’m more determined to be with him. I just don’t know how to go about it.
As we watched television, I snuggled up against him and k!$$£d his jaw. We haven’t really talked about Stefan’s future destination.
He had lived outside of Magnolia for the past three years. What if he decides to go back?
“What are you thinking about that has your face all scrunched up?” He asked, drawing my attention.
I smiled at him and shook my head. He eyed my mouth lingeringly and my ton-gue fluttered out to li-ck myl-ips.
He gro-an ed softly and di-pped his head, his mouth brushed mine, his teeth nipping at my lower l!pto make it p@rt for him before his warm mouth moved on mine with a slow, lazy pressure that knocked any thought out of my mind.
His arms swallowed me gently, folding me into his powerful b©dy while he taught me how much two people could tell each other with one long, slow k!ss.
It was unlike every other k!sswe’ve ever shared.
It was almost like going back in time to three years ago but the k!sshe’d given me then was nothing like this. He was easy with me, gentle, coaxing my mouth to open for him, to admit the de-ep, expert pene-tration of his ton-gue.
The silence was only broken by the sound of TV and rou-gh whisper of our breath as we k!$$£d more and more hungrily.
I can no longer control my erratic breathing. Stefan pu-ll-ed away from me. “I want you, Tera. You probably know that but I want you so damn much for the past three years.” He whispered to myl-ips
“I want you too, Stef.” I admitted.
“God, I don’t want to rush—”
“You are not rushing me.” I cut him off, softly. “I’ve always been yours…always. Make me yours completely, Stefan. plea-se…”
He didn’t nee-d anymore coaxing because he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the be-droom.
One by one, he unfastened my clothes, p@rting the l@pels as he went. There was no urgency in his motions, just a practiced ease that I know is intentional.
He bent to nuzzle my n£¢k as he tugged the dress away. Tiny prickles danced across my skin. He re-moved the dress and then the br@.
I stood in from of him in my p@n-ties. He looked at me so blatantly. Not with repulsion like Daniel, but with admiration.
“You’re beautiful, baby.” He spoke reverently.
I shivered and leaned back, wanting more of his heated k!ss. And he gave it to me.
We k!$$£d for a while before he trailed k!sses down my n£¢k. His mouth found the turgid peak of one brea-st. My leg almost buckled but he held me upright as he took my n!ppleinto his mouth.
We k!$$£d as I helped him to re-move his shi-t.
He pushed me to the be-d, following me too to break my fall. My back met the cool be-d and his weight settled slightly on t©p of me.
My mouth found his again, l!çk!ng and k!ss!ngher way down to the hair-rou-ghened hollow of his che-st.
His hands cu-mpped and kneaded my bu-ttocks before his hands re-leased my as-s to come back to my brea-st.
I threw my head back while he thumbe-d both n!ppl!s f0rç£d outward by his grip. He c@m£ down over me, his b©dy pressing against my softness.
I marveled at their differences, how ha-rd he was, and yet how careful he was not to hurt me.
He moved down my b©dy, his mouth open as it grazed along my midline. His breath was scorching against me, his ton-gue warm and slightly rou-gh. His hands followed, firing my s-en-ses.
My back bowed as I arched into him, seeking more of his mouth, of his t©uçh. All my breath left me when he p@rted my legs and his f!ngerscarefully found the sleek, damp flesh. He stro-ked and then spre-ad my folds wi-der as he lowered his head.
“Oh…” I closed her eyes and twisted restlessly as his ton-gue found me. Electric currents raced from my pelvis to my brea-sts, ti-ght£ñing them to puckered buds.
I want more. I want to feel him inside me.
“plea-se, take me…plea-se I can’t wait anymore.” I g@sped.
“Me too.” Stefan gro-an ed, his voice ti-ght as he raised himself to level up on t©p of me. “I want to be inside you so much the nee-d has become a physical ache.”
I opened my eyes to see him br@ced over me, his expression one of intense pain.
I reached out to t©uçh the harsh lines across his face, wanting to ease the tension etched there.
“Come to me,” I whispered. “Fill me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Never.” I reas-sured him. “Even if you do, it’s a welcomed hurt.”
He closed his eyes and eased forward. I was still battling the fire when something ha-rd nudged at my entrance.
I opened around him, and she marveled at the delicious s-en-sations that pulsed in my groin.
My b©dy surrounded him, inviting him further, clinging like a second skin.
“Hold onto me,” he rasped. “I’ll make it quic-k.”
I have no idea what he meant, but I gr!pp£dhis shoulders, determined to plea-se him. With one powerful surge, he thrû-st into my untried b©dy.
“Owww!” I sobbe-d as the pain overwhelmed me for a few seconds. I felt a slight tearing, but almost as quic-kly as I bec@m£ aware of the pain, it started fading.
“Sorry baby. So sorry.” He grounded as he k!$$£d all over my face. He held himself ti-ght above me, not moving until I adjusted to him.
I felt so many things. Slight discomfort as my b©dy fought to accept his intrusion. But also the stirrings of something wonderful. I felt itchy, alive, like I could crawl right out of myself.
I nee-ded him to move. Wra-pping my legs around him, I lifted my h!ps higher, desperate to appease the ache de-ep within me.
Stefan’s hands were ti-ght at my h!ps.“plea-se,” I begged. He gro-an ed.
It was the sound of the sweetest agony. And then he finally began to move.
He withdrew, but before I could protest, he thrû-st again, seating himself dee-per than before. My g@sp echoed across the room.
“Am I hurting you, honey? I’ll st©p.”
“No! plea-se. I nee-d you. plea-se, I ache so much.” I can’t believe this nee-dy voice is mine.
“Ahh, Tera. You’re so sweet. I’ll take care of you, honey. Just hold onto me ti-ght.”
I would have done anything for him in that moment. I held on ti-ght.
He began to move ha-rder and fas-ter. More demanding. Taking but giving back with each thrû-st.
I went sli-ck around him, and suddenly he didn’t seem quite so unbearably large inside my pas-sageway. I still feel so full though.
The friction bec@m£ unbearable, and I feared I’d bur-st. Higher and higher I climbe-d. I gr!pp£dhim with a fierceness alien to me.
Every muscle tensed in anticipation of something so sweet, so plea-surable. And then I tumbled out of control, my b©dy flying in a hundred different directions.
I quivered around his thick shaft as he pushed and strained against me. Then, he was coming too with a breathless gro-an .
Our breath mingled. Our noisy g@sps filled the air.
Tears burnt my eyes, tears of everything I’ve been throu-gh. Tears of everything I will still go though. Tears of love.
“Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, baby.” His breath hitched as he looked at me with concern.
My hands ca-ressed his hair-rou-ghened che-st with an ardor that c@m£ not from experience, but from longing.
“You didn’t hurt me. Oh Stefan, I love you so much.”
He smiled and k!$$£d my tears. “I love you too, Astera. Sincerely and wholeheartedly.”
Tears filled my eyes again. Can someone die from too much feelings?
Probably not.
I la-id there languidly as Stefan cleaned us up before he c@m£ to lie down beside me. We tangled together and stayed that way.
Hours after Stefan had gone to sleep, I la-id there in the darkness, a new heaviness settling over my heart.
What will I do if Stefan asks me to marry him?
That is the question that built a home inside me and refused to go. It scares me a lot because the truth is that I don’t want to get married ever again.
I ba-rely made it out of my first marriage.
What will I do?